#this is one of the reasons i hardly draw anymore. once i start i just keep working on the same picture all day

[lekopoofball]

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I thought the original sketch was kinda cool so I digitized and coloured it and it was a horrible decision. I did not plan to spend 15 more hours on it. I sincerely apologize to @lekopoofball, who has crushing amounts of work to get done as soon as possible.

#this is one of the reasons i hardly draw anymore. once i start i just keep working on the same picture all day #also i spent too much time experimenting with brushes. too much of a hassle #just gonna go back to using default hard round pressure size for everything haha #qsmp #my art #qsmp purgatory #qsmp federation workers #i know the design isn't totally accurate it was from memory #remorse

[slutofpsh]

moth to a flame | psh.

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: like a moth to a flame, you kept coming back to park sunghoon even though his flames can burn you.

wc: 3k

warnings: smut, mention of cheating. dni.

slutofpsh 2024 © all rights reserved.

the continuous slapping of your skins are making a sound so erotic adding to the heat you are feeling with your bodies linked together. the bed squeaked while your hand gripped hardly over the sheets. your eyes shutting tightly because of too much pleasure that sunghoon is making you feel at the moment.

“stay fucking still, pretty.” sunghoon grunts.

"oh my-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as your body starts convulsing after reaching your second orgasm. your mouth slightly hanging open, doesn’t even give a fuck if there's drool coming out. mind too clouded over pleasure as he hit it from the back deliciously.

sunghoon groaned rutting his cock even deeper to your hole as he try to catch up on you. he smirks then bit his lower lip, canine showing then slap your butt once. the view of it jiggling as he hardly thrust turns him even more. he leaned down placing a wet kiss at your shoulder before turning you around, making you lay on your back this time.

your eyes met while you're both catching breaths and the view of him staring down at you, eyes filled with so much lust, just makes your hole twitch in anticipation.

you shake your head when he shamelessly licked his hand before starting to give slow strokes to his dick, aligning it to your entrance once again. hole so wet with your cum mixed together. it felt so dirty, but for some reasons, you like it. you like it so much.

"i c-can't anymore." you whined and hand stretches in attempt to push his hand away. it was no use because he easily shoved it away, eyeing you fiercely for trying to stop him from having his sweet pleasure.

“one more, baby." he says using his husky voice and easily slides in you again, hands gripping your hips so hard that his big veiny hands will surely leave prints.

the sensation of being filled by his thick cock makes your cunt excited, squeezing and suffocating it.

"just one more..." he mumbled, like as if trying to remind himself that you two needs a break too. he follows it with a low grunt as he started to thrust harder and faster again.

you moaned, starting to feel all your energy draining out of you. feeling too much from being overstimulated and exhaustion already kicking in. you two had been at it for hours already and sunghoon's stamina is just crazy. you could never get into his level, but there’s no way to tell him off because damn, does it feels so damn good. so damn good. nothing can ever beat this feeling.

his lips searches for yours and started kissing you messily. his hand gripping tightly over your jaw making you stay still as he devoured your lips. not giving you any chance to pull away, if you even plan on doing so. he bit your lower lip, making a moan errupt softly from it.

“ugh..” lips falls open giving him a clear entrance for his tongue. he didn’t waste any time and let his explores yours, tongues dancing with each other.

sunghoon's a good kisser, very good even. with the lips so perfect it would be such a waste not to put it in good use. your makeout sessions is always great.

but whenever he's so drunk with lust his kisses became so wet and dirty, just how you both love it.

"hmmp-" moan came out muffled because of his lips still attached to yours. a knott started to form in your stomach when he kept hitting the right spots, a sign for yet another delicious orgasm.

“r-right there, hoon! ughn,” you whimpers at the feeling of exploding inside you. “so deep, so deep. fuck.”

he slightly pulls away from your face to chuckle sexily near your ears, nibbling it. "i know baby. hold on," he whispers, and gave your cheek a sweet peck.

his thick brows draws near to each other as he focused to a stable pace that made it even more hard for you to contain your moans. you are starting to see stars from weariness and too much pleasure.

sunghoon just can't stop himself. if you look this hot under him how can he ever refrain himself from burying his cock to your cunt every damn time. you are just so perfect for him, just for him.

"f-fuck, you feel so tight around me... so fucking tight." he growled lowly, one of his hand reaches over your breast fondling it before giving it a suck.

"i'm so c-close, hoon." your grip to his arm tightens.

he gave your sensitive bud one more kiss before he raises his head to look at your face. seeing your face so aroused and so close from passing out just makes him lose his mind. you look so pretty.

"cum with me, baby." and with his command you released. he didn't stopped just yet and leans down to connect his lips with yours.

this time his kisses are slow and more affectionate as he continues to slide his cock in and out of you, painting your insides with his hot cum.

he fell beside you and you're both a panting mess after that. the room fell silent and eye lids are starting to feel heavy, but you are fighting it. this isn’t the right time to pass out here, inside his room. regardless of that thought, none of you said a thing or moved. just trying to go back to your senses after a very intimate and hard fuck.

a phone ringing brought you into your right head space. hearing that it was your ringtone, you pushed yourself up from his bed and searched for your phone in an instant. the space between your thighs hurts a little, but you give it no mind and focused on finding your damn phone.

"jay!" you cleared your throat as you try to sound normal. it felt strained from all the screaming and because of being choked in bed multiple times by sunghoon.

sunghoon sat up from laying down and you can see from your peripheral that he's watching you closely. it made you feel conscious and intimidated, specially now that you aren't fucking him and yet still fully naked. he was always the type of person who makes people feel conscious of themselves. maybe because of his godly visuals or basically everything about him.

you used your shoulder to hold your phone by your ears while gathering your scattered clothes, dressing up in a hurry.

"i just finished my shift, love. where are you? let's meet up and have late dinner." your boyfriend sounded so excited from the other line.

yes, it sounded that fucked up. jay is your boyfriend and you are in bed with someone else. you’re a terrible person.

a string of guilt came into you after hearing his sweet voice. "o-okay, sure! just pick me up at the store near my apartment."

sunghoon stood up and grabbed his sweatpants to wear it. his eyes never left you, he was just silently watching. fighting the urge to talk and ruin something precious for you. he stared with dead eyes, a bitter feeling poisining his whole system.

"alright, i love you too." and ended the call before starting to get your stuff.

he scoffed and put his hand inside his pocket.

"what do you think will my brother feel if he knew you were screaming my name moments before he called you?" he asks taunting.

your jaw clenched and hand hang from getting your coat. it was knife straight towards your chest. and just by thinking about that thought already makes you tremble in fear. you are very much guilty and you know what you've been doing is unforgivable. having him say that was like a slap on your face.

it was wrong to sleep with another men other than your boyfriend, and its even worst that he was his brother. you know this is bad. like fucked up very bad, and yet you just can’t stop yourself from going to sunghoon. you can’t stop falling for those stares and his hot touch. no matter how hard you try to stay away from him, you always go back.

like a moth to a flame, he was forbidden for you. because he’s trouble and he’s bad for you. but just like a moth, you didn’t care. you wanted his fire and so you are both burning, sinfully letting yourselves enjoy the flame you’re never should have shared.

slowly, you faced him and his placid expression was so far from how he looks at you in bed. there was no emotion or anything. just blank.

"hoon, please..." he clicked his tongue at the side of his cheeks before smirking. hearing you beg in bed is one thing, hearing you beg outside of it is another. both have clear effects on him, tho. its driving him out of his mind.

"we already talked about this. we agreed on just casual fucks—" your words hang when he took a step closer to you, making your bodies almost touch. the way your heart reacted with his action like he’s the ownder of it is just crazy.

“you know that's not the case anymore. we both know something else is going on here.”

you teared your gaze away from him, couldn't stand staring at his eyes. it always has its way on you. the way it stares at you just pushed into some kind of trance, like as if you are under his spell.

"i'm leaving." you mumbled and grabbed your bag, but was abruptly stopped when he took a hold of you.

"don't go." his tone almost made you give in, but you know it will just bury you two into the sin that already eating you both alive.

you licked your lips and slowly looked at him. sunghoon clenches his jaw as he stares at your teary eyes. its odd. he never felt this way before. countless girls cried in front of him, but not once did he felt like he wanted to protect them. like he wanted be submit and just lets them have what they want. just you. only you can make him feel like this.

“i l-love your brother...”

stabbed. you are stabbing him straight to his heart, but why are you the one hurting? why does your heart ache for sunghoon? it was illegal enough to sleep with him and it will be even horrible to have feelings for him.

“you do now, huh?” he taunts and tilts his head to the side. the corner of his lips lifts up, eyes not breaking eye contact.

“so what’s this?” he asks, “if you love him why do you keep coming back to me? craving more of me? is that what you call love?” a tear left your eyes when he said those words.

“ahh,” he sighs and acts as if he just put every pieces together. “you love him but the sex is just so boring that’s why you go to me everytime he cannot satisfy you.”

you shoved his hold off of you and shoot him glares. guilty. but you will never let him win like this. jay’s the perfect boyfriend. sweet, thoughtful, loving. everything you wish for a guy to be in a relationship with, he have it. but he seems so sweet and soft towards you that sex is not that thrilling. sunghoon was right. its a little boring. or maybe because you’re just into something else and so afraid to open it with him.

sunghoon’s the complete opposite of his brother. he’s arrogant, a notorious playboy, he’s the type of guy who just a go with the flow, mischievous and always full of himself. he fucks really hard and good too. it slowly became your addiction. the one time mistake was followed by another. and then another. and another. until you had lost count of them.

“what y/n? my sweet brother can’t satisfy you so you come running to me like a slut for my dick—”

“park sunghoon!” the fact that he’s saying all these things just makes you feel even bad. you know he’s a jerk, but it seems like his attitude became worst.

he scoffed with an unamused grin. “what? i’m just telling the truth.” he tilts his head over to the side, smirk growing wider to mask his real emotions.

“he’s so pathetic and boring to the point that he cannot even satisfy his own girlfriend.”

“enough!” you yelled at him.

“you can’t keep this forever.”

“that’s why i’m ending whatever this is right now.” you looked straight to his eyes.

“no you’re not.” his gaze burned at you, jaw clenches as he grabs your arm firmly.

sunghoon wanted to stop himself from saying or doing anything stupid. he isn’t someone who let his emotions control him. when it comes to this game, he’s an expert. he’s never the one to beg or stop someone from cutting whatever this is. he usually just shrugs it off then move to another one.

so why the fuck is he holding you so tight? why does his heart aches so much just by hearing those words from you?

he wanted to convince himself that its his pride and ego that you’re stepping into. that he just really hates losing to his brother. but he knew pretty well its his goddamn heart you are crushing and he’s letting you. sunghoon gave you his heart and doesn’t even care if you stab it until you are satisfied.

you can ruin him. you can ruin everything in him, if that’s how he gets to keep you.

“s-sunghoon,” you resist from his hold which is useless as he was like a stone. its funny how you think you can even break free from him.

he shook his head firmly, “you are not leaving me. no.”

your heart aches and it took everything in you to pull your walls up. the wall you built to barricade your heart to keep it from beating for him.

“i’m so sorry.” you whispered, lips shaking. the words processed inside your mind, but it was too hard for you to say it out loud.

you know it will hurt him and that will probably end whatever this is. it will hurt you as much as it will hurt sunghoon. but you know this is what’s right and you should’ve done that long time ago. before you two gets too attached.

“i love him.”

your words cracks his heart. no, he was already broken. and now that you made that choice, shatters it. his hold from you loosen and it took everything in you to leave him. this is your chance to make things right.

you’re not really yourself while you went back to your apartment to shower and freshen up a bit. sunghoon’s scent are stuck on you, like an alpha male claiming his omega. you shoved him away from your thoughts and just focused on getting ready.

“hi,” you greeted jay with a kiss on his lips after you arrive the restaurant.

he agreed on just waiting for you here since you informed him that you’ll take a while to get ready. this is one of your favorite place to eat and jay always gets you two a reservation whenever you plan to have a date.

“you look tired, love. everything okay?” his worried eyes carefully scan you and strings of guilt once again starts to suffocate you.

a small smile is all you can give him, “just tired from work.” you lied and eyes dropped at the menu placed in front of you.

“did you order already?” you ask trying to switch the topic.

he gently reach for your hand and placed a soft kiss on it, “not yet.” then smiles warmly. his eyes still look worried for you so you tried to assure him that you’re fine.

“let’s order then?” and was about to raise your hand, but he stopped you.

“let’s wait for a few minutes.” then he glanced at his phone.

your brows furrowed, “why?”

he lifts his head and innocent eyes stares right at you, “oh, sunghoon’s around town so he told me he wants to dine with us.”

you can feel your heart thumping hard and ears slowly muffling. shivers and cold sweats runs through your spine.

“w-what?”

he ignored the look on your face and doesn’t take it as a big deal. his eyes shifted towards the entrance and his eyes brightens at the sight of his own brother, walking inside.

“hoon!” he even raised his hand to catch his attention.

sunghoon smirks as he nods his head before starting walking towards your table. you didn’t move and just sat there, uncomfortably. he grins inwardly, watching how nervous you are.

“hi y/n.” he greets meaningfully before sitting at the chair across of you.

you cleared your throat and tries to smile at the man in front of you. just by the look on his face, it was visible that he’s enjoying this very much. he enjoys seeing you so tense.

“hi.” you shortly respond.

sunghoon chuckles before he looks at his brother to greet him with a wide grin.

“it’s good to see you man.” your boyfriend says, very delighted to have a meal with his brother after a long time.

“yeah. same here.”

“you said you want to tell me something?” jay brings up that got you stoned at your position. you hitch your breath as you glance at sunghoon.

jay’s arm rested at the back of your chair and his hand casually caress your arm. it caught sunghoon’s attention and his grin fell for a short period of time. he managed to pull it back and with a clenched teeth he tries to smile.

“later. first, let’s share a meal, shall we?” and he arches his brow sexily before glancing back at you, his words giving a double meaning.

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[moonclade]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Percy Jackson x (gn) reader x Annabeth Chase, basically Percabeth x reader, where reader is an absolute insomniac and hardly goes to sleep at night? Maybe Percabeth trying to keep reader company/going on a night adventure/doing something until they all collapse on a couch and fall asleep or just reader staying until Percabeth falls asleep and trying to get away but getting pulled into bed by them too? Hope it's not too complicated, thank you!

note ー i don't know if you want them to be in a poly relationship, so i will make being in a relationship or not up to the reader! i also was trying something new with this writing style so this may sound different.

not proofread || lowercase intended

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you were a zombie, wallowing in your own serene melancholy.

wandering every night around your cabin, your soft footsteps mixing in with the sighs and snores of your half-sisters and brothers.

you envied the way they were able to dream so peacefully, their bodies enveloped and cozy in their rumpled sheets.

yours were different, devouring you whole and seeming like a cobra the way the blanket would slither around you and leave you uncomfortable and unable to spend more than a few minutes lying in bed. a cage in the form of white linen.

eventually, you'd start sweating, the droplets running down your back and head, soaking your shirt and leaving you in desperation to put yourself to sleep.

this then led to you pacing back and forth, attempting to tire yourself out enough to slump over and finally meet the sweet embrace of sleep. it was a clockwork cycle.

the gods seem to be taking pleasure in your struggle, because your silent pleas kept going unanswered. you cursed them out internally, especially your parent.

a sharp knock at the window piqued your interest. two figures were there, illuminated from behind by the moon, causing their features to be unnoticeable.

you walked over in apprehension, before noticing annabeth's telltale ponytail and calming down.

percy points towards the door, locked after the ares cabin managed to sneak in and give everyone a "surprise". it took you days to get the terrible marker drawings off your face.

you hurriedly rush outside, not wanting to be alone in your misery anymore.

"what are you guys doing here?" you hissed, eyes darting around to make sure no one was outside as well to notice the three of you.

percy and annabeth exchanged a glance.

"well, we're worried about you," annabeth fiddled with the garnet coral on her necklace. not in a nervous way, but on instinct.

"worried about what?" you chuckled nervously. it felt like you were in an intervention session, the way they kept communicating silently.

"you haven't been sleeping in days." percy holds a finger up when you attempt to argue. "we can tell."

your head dropped, not bothering to dispute his claim. it was quite obvious, with the way you weren't able to keep up in training as well as you used to, your movements lethargic and reaction time slow enough that a snail could probably manage to slay you down.

in fact, even chiron came up to you asking what the problem was. you brushed him off, saying it was just you not being able to sleep at night and downplaying the whole situation. he tried pressing on, but you had cut him off by saying you had an arts and crafts class to help the apollo campers teach, bolting away from the scene. you slightly regret it, knowing that he most likely had a solution.

you would've thought that at least annabeth would've abstained from the idea of sneaking out to your cabin, but here she was. a sheepish shrug was all you earned when you raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"we care for you," annabeth reasoned. "we came to check up on you, it has to be boring in there all night."

you nodded, letting out a sigh. "thanks for coming, but what are we even going to do? it's not like we can stand here all night."

the duo swapped looks once again as if they didn't think that far ahead, which was surprising on annabeth's part.

"it was kind of a spur of the moment decision, y'know." percy began, until his eyes lit up. you didn't like what that implied.

"the lake!" he dragged the two of you by the wrists before you could begin to form a thought about the myriad of things that could possibly go wrong. you shook off any apprehension, and followed as best you could.

he was literally the sea embodied, and she was wisdom defined. you didn't know why they bothered with you in the first place, but you loved them. maybe the gods really were on your side.

a smile grew on your face as the three of you rushed side-by-side through the veil of darkness. at the pace you went at, canoe lake soon came into view.

the moon was lucent, reflecting off the still surface of the pitch-black water. you decided to stay on the boardwalk, not trusting your arms not to give out as soon as you hit the water. of course, percy was always there to help out, but you didn't want to bother taking that risk. plus, you didn't want to get back into your bed soaking and smelling of wet grass.

the son of poseidon was having the most fun, splashing around, sporadically throwing buckets of water your way. whenever he did, you would grumble and slip your hand into the water, retaliating. not that it did much, considering he was already in the lake.

annabeth stayed near you, casually watching percy act like a kid and sometimes poking fun at him with you. after a bit, she strayed away to play mermaids with him.

the sight of them diving underwater and resurfacing, every time with giggles following them. you pouted in jealousy, wanting to play mermaids as well.

in a split second, without ruminating over it any longer, the icy liquid encircling you and nipping at you as you manage to break the surface of the water. the once tranquil water was now choppy and loud, the current the only thing you could hear.

you felt as free as the river that led into the lake. unstoppable and unyielding. all your doubts had been washed away with the water, and the drowsiness that had been a heavy weight on your shoulders had been lifted, even if it were for those few moments.

percy and annabeth swam over to you, not wanting you to waste the last bit of energy you had left.

"weren't you just complaining about how you didn't want to get wet?" percy lifted an eyebrow in question.

"nothing will ever make me pass a game of mermaids," you toothily beamed.

or so you thought.

after nearly ten minutes of splashing and cackling in the water, you were worn out and the excitement had drained out of you. the two demigods noticed, due to the fact you began to make your way slowly back to shore alone. you didn't want to ruin their fun with your problems, so you had left unannounced.

percy quickly came over to help, annabeth trailing behind. wrapping a toned arm around you, he managed to singlehandedly get you back on solid ground. once you made it, you immediately laid down, staring up at the duo.

"you know, we could always play mermaids some other time. you didn't have to come in the lake," annabeth sighed, her cloudy eyes shining in concern and brows furrowing.

even when she was drenched, she managed to look effortlessly beautiful. aphrodite surely blessed her.

"you're staring," percy teased once he noticed your watchful gaze on her as she wrung water out of her hair and clothes.

your face heated in embarrassment, and you averted your eyes to the forest in the distance as if something interesting was going to appear. "i spaced out."

he gave a lopsided grin in knowing. "whatever you say."

a cold breeze caressed your skin, sending shivers up your spine. this didn't go overlooked, as annabeth acted and offered you a spare gray jacket she had brought along.

"it's your jacket, you're going to be cold," you refused her offering.

"i won't." she went against your wishes and draped the jacket over you. "we'll just go inside for a bit, and i'll warm up."

you grunted, but still kept the jacket on, slipping your arms through the sleeves. it was warm and smelled like lemons, a welcome change from percy's bitter seawater smell.

as the three of you made your way back to the cabins, you opted to stare at the glimmering stars in the sky. you'd stared at the bright dots every time you couldn't sleep, memorizing each constellation as a way to make the time pass faster. you hoped that eventually, you wouldn't have to study the sky for hours on end.

"you gonna keep walking?" percy called out to you, and you realized you had walked right past annabeth and percy. dashing back towards them, you realized that they were waiting right in front of percy's cabin.

"well, i guess i'll get going then," you awkwardly pointed behind you, believing that this was the end of the night.

"no, no. you're coming inside," annabeth gestured at the open door.

once again you were in a dilemma of what to do, but again decided that the punishment was not going to be worse than the reward. besides, all you were going to do when you got back to the cabin is mope around until the sun peaks over the horizon.

walking in, a briny scent slaps your face. you didn't hate the smell, but rather found it comforting every time you walk in.

"you can lay down, you looked really tired a while ago," he nodded towards his bed. not objecting, you throw your heavy and exhausted self onto the mattress.

"why is your bed more comfy than mine?" you grumble into the pillow.

"maybe i just deserve it more," percy replied, earning him a middle finger from you. he chuckled.

it went silent for a bit, the two no doubt doing their secret language made up of different stares and hand movements. you didn't bother turning around to check, until a weight pressed down on the bed on either side. you flip yourself over, and see percy and annabeth climbing into bed with you.

"wha- there's not enough space for all of us." you muttered. no one paid mind to your statement, and still sandwiched you in the middle.

"oh really?" percy smugly said, happy to prove you wrong. you simply rolled your eyes.

somehow they had managed to fit on the small bed, and that's when you decided that you should be going back to your own bed. you sat up, and began to slide the sheets off your body, before percy stopped you.

"where are you going?" his arm caged your torso down to the bed, and you fell back in instantaneous acceptance that you were not escaping. you were close enough to hear his heartbeat, the steady cadence keeping you relaxed.

"everyone's going to wonder where i went." you pointed out. usually everyone woke up to you sitting up in bed with the most restless but also, ironically, drained expression on.

"we can deal with that tomorrow," annabeth began playing with your strands of hair, ruffling them. she remembered that you loved the feeling of fingers running through your hair, and that it reminded you of you parent.

"fine." that was the last word spoken that night.

you listened as annabeth's breaths turned slow and shallow, soon followed by percy. her hands went limp in your hair, a little crown around your forehead.

normally, the heat of being in between two people as well as a blanket would drive you mad, throwing you out of the bed and looking back up to the endless canvas of night. but this was different. hedged right between the two people you love right after a night of doing something other than feeling pity for yourself changed the game.

slowly your eyes shut, their warm embrace slowly lulling you to the blissful reward of peaceful dreams.

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[mrwavellswaps]

The Principal’s Solution

When Mr Everett was called into the principal’s office to have a one on one meeting, this was the last thing he’d been expecting. “You’re firing me!?”

“David that’s not what I’m—” Principal Bryant was cut off before he could finish.

“What is it? Budget cuts? Because I sure as hell know I haven’t done anything to warrant this? I’ve worked for this school for years! I’ve never even had so much as a sick day!” David rambled on justifiably. After all he couldn’t see a single reason why they wouldn’t want him working as an English teacher here anymore.

Finally however, the Principal put an end to David’s ranting. “Mr Everett! Listen to me! You are not fired! If you had let me finish I was going to say that you’ll be relieved of your current position so that you may take a new one.”

David was a little confused upon hearing this. “What… like a promotion?” He asked, prompting him to wonder if Mrs Freeman, the current head of the English department, had finally decided to retire after spending an eternity here.

“Sort of. Though it’s probably not what you’re imagining right now.” Principal Bryant sighed. “Look. As you know we’ve been low on gym teachers at the school for a while now and with Mr Riggs leaving at the end of next week we’ll be done to only one proper gym teacher. That’s why I’ve decided to move you from the English department over to the Gym department.”

“W-what??” This hadn’t been what David was expecting at all. Moving from English to teach Gym instead? “But sir I’m not a Gym teacher. I teach English! I can’t just switch!”

“Oh come on, of course you can. The English department has plenty of teachers and trainee’s already. I’m sure it’ll do just fine without you.”

David squinted over at Principal Bryant, not believing that his superior couldn’t see the very clear issue with this suggestion. “What?! No, I mean that I have absolutely no idea how to teach a gym class! Hell, I haven't picked up a ball since I was a student. How the hell do you expect me to teach a whole class??” He complained and rightly so. From his point of view this decision seemed completely illogical. “Surely there’s someone else far better suited for this!”

Principal Bryant simply smiled across his desk with a strange glint in his eye that David couldn’t decipher. “Don’t worry Mr Everett. I already have a plan that’ll help you get perfectly settled in with your new position. Soon it’ll be like you never taught English at all.” He chuckled, confusing David en further yet also slightly peaking his interest. “As for the reason I chose you specifically… well you’ve already said it yourself. You’ve never once taken a sick day and you’re always on schedule, if not ahead of it. That’s the kind of dedication I’m looking for in the Gym department.”

Before David had the chance to question his boss any further, Principal Bryant jumped up from his desk with a look on his face that was hard to describe. He seemed excited as whipped open one of the desk draws and pulled out a laptop. The Principal flipped the laptop open and began tapping away, occasionally glancing up at David with an almost lustful smirk. It was a look David had grown all too familiar with over the years. He’d suspected for a long time now that Principal Bryant had a thing for him but he’d never spoken up about it in case he had the wrong impression. But the look he’d received just now, the glint of desire in his boss’ eyes as he glanced up at him, was unmistakable.

“Sir I-” David was cut off before he could speak.

“Ah here it is!” Bryant exclaimed before quickly spinning the laptop so that it faced the couch David was sitting on. “Now Mr Everett. I know you might have some doubts and concerns about this change but this training video I’ve put together should be more than enough to ease your worries. Now if you just sit back and relax for me, we can get started!” He said with a reassuring yet somewhat devious smile.

Once again David hardly had any time to protest before his boss clicked play on the video before moving out of the way. What he was greeted with was a purple and gold hypnotic spiral spinning at a swift pace. Going round and round in fashion so captivating that David couldn’t bring himself to look away. The spiral was just so alluring, so gorgeous to look at that the rest of the world around him just seemed to fall away. He didn’t even take notice of the Principal sitting back at his desk to watch what was about to unfold firsthand.

After about 3 minutes or so a voice began speaking to David through the video…

*Welcome to your one way trip from being a regular ol’ English teacher to becoming a strong and confident Gym teacher that your students and colleagues alike can look up to! My name is Mr Wavell and I’ll be guiding you through this experience.*

The masculine voice spoke with a warm soothing tone which helped to relax David even further, readying his body and mind for what was to come.

*Now let’s get started shall we David? Of course, being an English teacher, you should already know that having the right education and qualifications for the job is essential for becoming a teacher in any area. So let’s get that sorted shall we?*

David didn’t even flinch at how this video seemed to be addressing him directly. He simply continued to focus on the voice as the spiral continued to swirl in a 3D like manner. As if it were reaching out to him and pushing inside his brain.

*Of course we’ve gotta make some room for all these new memories and experiences so…*

It would’ve been impossible to describe what exactly he was feeling right now. It was like something reaching deep into his mind and sifting through his memories until it found what it was looking for. David’s mouth hung open a little as any memories he had of learning English at an advanced level past high school and training to become and English teacher were yanked right out of his head, setting his knowledge of the subject back to a much more basic level.

*Annnnd now to replace them with the proper ones.*

One cue David could feel his mind being stuffed with new memories. Ones where he’d taken basic and later advanced classes in subjects like sports studies and physical education until eventually becoming certified to teach to Gym. Even though these memories were seemingly fabricated, they felt so incredibly real that David found it hard to tell the difference.

*Good! We’re already on the right track it seems. Now all that advanced English mumbo jumbo is gone, you’re already well on your way to becoming a great Gym teacher. But of course what good is all your new knowledge on teaching sports and physical health if you’re not practicing what you teach? Let’s change that shall we?*

More and more memories to push their way inside David’s brain. Forced out were his memories of reading in his spare time and going to book conventions, replaced by memories of him going to a football club and running around a field with a bunch of other dudes throwing a ball back and forth while tackling each other to the ground. He could’ve sworn he’d never been that keen on sports and yet he looked back on memories of kicking a soccer ball around with some mates in his free time very fondly. Suddenly he could recall having played tons of different sporting activities and having loved all of them! He would even watch sports on the TV late in the evening all the time. He couldn’t imagine why he thought for even a second that he didn’t like sports. It was his entire life!

Principal Bryan watched on in astonishment from behind his desk as these mental changes also began to take a rather physical effect on David as well. David had of course always been a rather average guy physically. Having very little muscle on his frame and a small belly. However that soon began to change as any fat on his body started melting away after countless hours of playing sports. In its place some lean muscle began to grow, giving him a physique that reflected great physical health and allowing the suit David was wearing to fit his body in a much more flattering way. Upon witnessing this little transformation, the Principal couldn’t help rubbing his bulge underneath the desk. Completely enthralled by what the video was doing to David.

*Good, good. You’re already looking more and more like a man who’s ready to coach a bunch of jocks. But surely a man like you spends a lot of his time working out in the gym as well right? Lifting weights, Drinking protein shakes. You must’ve put on some noticeable muscle from all that.*

David nodded along to everything he was hearing as he started to remember spending a fair bit of his free time at the gym so he could pump up his muscles, once again causing a ripple effect in the real world. His suit began to feel tighter by the second as his muscles grew even bigger, stretching the fabric of his button down and khaki pants. Biceps threatening to tear his sleeves, almost as much as his pecs threatened to pop the top buttons on his shirt. Thighs thickening into trunks of muscle while his ass swelled up until his pants looked as though they were painted on. Seeing this, the principal had already unzipped his own pants and was jerking over his employee’s transformation.

*That’s it… Looking like a proper example of physical health already. But let’s add a dash of extra manliness to the body of yours shall we? After all, as a coach you’ve also got to serve as a pillar of masculinity at the school for everyone to look up to.*

A shiver traveled across David’s entire body as the next change took place. The small amount of body hair he had before increased as the hair on his arms and legs multiplied. Spreading up across his stomach and chest until he had a thick pelt of manly hair covering his body. However this change was largely unseen by the two men, besides a little chest hair poking out of David’s collar, due to his suit. Though it was impossible to miss David’s sudden growth of facial hair right after, his short beard growing thicker than before! Principal Bryant had always thought David would look hotter with a beard and damn was he right. However there was one last change that the Principal only noticed when David started shifting uncomfortably in his chair a little. His bulge was growing bigger. David was trying to adjust himself because his cock and balls were growing fatter!

*Now how about you show off some of those new improvements to your boss? Take off that tight button down you’re wearing David. I just know a man like you must hate wearing suits anyway.*

“Yeah… I hate suits…” David muttered to himself before practically ripping his shirt open, popping a few of the buttons in the process. The Principal’s eyes bulged at the mere sight of it, getting to see David’s hairy muscular pecs on full display now. “What do you think sir?” He asked his boss in a very monotone yet noticeably deeper voice followed up by him flexing and bouncing his pecs a little.

Bryant hadn’t realised just how personalised this video had been made. He knew that Mr Wavell guy was good but he didn’t realise he was this good. “Y-yes Mr Everett. You look great! Better than great even. You’re so hairy and… just wow. You look even hotter than before!” He was lost for words. Hardly being able to believe the hairy stud before him was the same man he’d watched from afar ever since hiring him. He couldn’t stop jerking his cock under the desk like a perv, leaking pre-cum while David flexed his arms a little to show off his biceps and hairy pits.

*I have no doubt Mr Bryant is enjoying the show right now but we’ve still got a few more things to do David. Next we’ve got to fix those clothes of yours. After all, what kind of Gym teacher wears brown loafers and suit pants?*

David nodded along, agreeing with everything the voice was telling him as his clothes began to change. The aforementioned loafers were first to be affected. They rippled slightly as the colour began to change, lightening from brown to slightly dirty white as the fabric started to alter. Laces formed on the top while the soles of the shoes became more padded. Before long David adorned a fresh pair white sneakers while his long black socks shrunk away into worn white ankle socks.

During this Principal Bryant leaned over his desk a little to get a better look at what was going on. He would’ve been more surprised at sudden change in footwear had he not just witnessed David bulk up in front of his very eyes mere moments ago. Instead Bryant watched on in curiosity as even David himself looked down to watch as his black suit pants were about to undergo a change of their own.

The belt had already evaporated into thin air while the cotton fabric of the pants was amidst transitioning into polyester. The colour began lightening significantly while the pants legs retracted, showing off more of David’s hairy calves by the second. Soon enough they’d shortened all the way up above his knees, showing off a good portion of David’s strong manly legs, while having gone from being black to light grey. Finally leaving the man with a suitable pair of shorts for his new job.

Bryant figured that must’ve been it until he noticed the discarded button down shirt wriggling a little. Sewing itself together, retracting the sleeves completely and altering its colour like everything else until all that was left was a blue tank top.

*There we go! Now you really look the part. I’d say you’re pretty much ready for your position now! All that’s left is make sure your loyalty to this job also translates to your boss Mr Bryant.*

The Principal was surprised to hear that. He hadn’t asked Mr Wavell to add this part but he couldn’t say he didn’t like the sound of it! Meanwhile David was sat having more orders and memories pushed into his mind. Orders to always do exactly as Principal Bryant asks no matter what. To serve him loyally as both an employee and a boyfriend. To be either as submissive or dominant as Bryant wanted him to be. In turn, memories then also began surfacing of David having dated the Principal for over a year now with the two even living together.

*Perfect. Now nobody will bat an eye when they see the two of you together in public. And with that I think your training to become the perfect Gym teacher for this school is complete! Bigger, manlier, more confident and completely subservient to your boss and now partner. I’d say my work here is done wouldn’t you?*

David once again simply nodded along with everything the voice told him, completely entranced.

*Now, this video is going to end momentarily and when it does you’ll believe you’ve always been the way you are now. A hairy sports loving gym coach. And you’re going to love every second of it. Thank you for listening and I hope Mr Bryant back there is pleased with the progress we’ve made today.*

With that the spiral faded and the video finished. David blinked a few times in confusion, glancing around the office and down at himself, trying to recall why exactly he was here again. “Sir… why did you call me in here again? And why am I shirtless?” He wondered, reaching for the discarded tank top.

“Leave it off.” Bryant responded quickly and to his delight David didn’t even question the order. He simply tossed the tank top back on the couch beside him. “Now uhhhh… I called you to um… tell you how good of a job you’ve been doing recently! As one of our few gym teachers you really put the most into your lessons. It’s very inspiring.” He praised the shirtless hunk before him.

David smirked, getting up from the couch and taking a few steps closer to the desk. “Oh come on, you don’t need to butter me up. If you called me in here for some fun then you just say so.” He leaned over the desk, soon quirking an eyebrow as he noticed his boss jerking his cock under it. “Mmmm looks like you already started without me.”

Bryant’s face went bright red but David didn’t seem at all phased. If anything he seemed turned on judging by how he grabbed his crotch through his new gym shorts. God it was weird! David really did believe they were boyfriends now… and he should be completely subservient according to that video. “Haha yeah I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just such a hunk David. How about you uhhh… show me just how much of a hunk you are? Flex for me again and show me why exactly the two of us are together.” He suggested, testing the waters a little.

To the principal’s delight, David did exactly as he was told. He placed one hand on his hip before tossing the other arm up into a strong bicep flex, smirking cockily as he did. He extended his arm out a couple times before bringing it back in to really show how the muscle bulged and peaked. After which he proceeded to do the same with his other arm. Flexing the bulging muscle for his boyfriend without a care in the world. And once he’d finished with his arms he moved down to his chest, grabbing at his hairy pecs a little before bouncing them as well. Showing just how large and meaty they were. He even turned around and did a double bicep pose to really show off the muscle in his back as well. But the part that really made Principal Bryant drool was when David stuck his tongue out while pulling down the back of his shorts to reveal not only his furry ass but also the fact that his underwear had also morphed into a jockstrap! “This is all for you daddy. It might be my body but you own it.” David stated.

“Well in that case, why don’t you get over here so I can smell those sweaty pits of yours.” Bryant found himself growing more confident with his commands and once again David obeyed without question. Walking around his boss’ desk and kneeling down slightly before raising up one of his arms to reveal one of his hairy pits. The principal wasted no time, shoving his nose deep into that armpit before inhaling generously. The scent was strong and musky due to the sweat David had produced during his transformation. Pungent even. But Bryant fucking loved it! He’d been dreaming of sniffing David’s pits for ages and now that he had the chance they smelt even manlier than ever before! He pulled out of one pit before ordering David to show him the other one. The scent of them being just so intoxicating. And to think he’d be able to smell these pits whenever he wanted from now on! “Fuck those smell good… you’ll need to let me sniff them again when we get home later.” He pulled away from musky pits only to give David’s pecs a quick grope, loving how soft the hairy muscle could be when relaxed.

“Of course sir. My smelly pits are yours to sniff whenever you please. I’ll even jog home later to make myself even sweatier instead of driving back with you if you’d prefer that.” David suggested while Bryant ran his tongue along one of the hairy pits, tasting the delicious sweat.

“Now that’s an incredible idea. I want you to be as sweaty as possible.” Bryant confirmed with a devilish grin. “But right now I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.” He continued, now fully confident in the power he held over David while gesturing down at the hard, leaking cock that was sticking out of his suit pants.

David looked down at the cock and then back up at his boss. “Anything for you sir.” He smiled seductively as he lowered himself to his knees. Soon finding himself knelt between Bryant’s legs and facing a pulsing cock that was ready to be worshiped. David didn’t waste any time, licking up and down the shaft before eventually wrapping his lips around the shaft, glancing up at Bryant with his deep masculine eyes as he took over half of it down his throat right away. Hardly even gagging when Bryant grabbed the back of head and pushed it down even further. Simply sucking on the rather thick cock as best he could, occasionally pulling off with an audible pop before jerking it for a while until he was ready to go back down on it again. It wasn’t long before the new gym teacher was deep throating the principal’s cock as if it were made out of candy, his bearded chin periodically tapping against Bryant’s nuts.

“Fuuuuck you’re such a good cock sucker…” Principal Bryant grunted in satisfaction. “But I don’t wanna cum just yet.” He added before grabbing David’s head again pulling him off the cock, precum drooling from his mouth. “Now I want you to show me just how much of a slut you are by pulling down those shorts, bending over my desk, and presenting that hairy ass to me.” He commanded with nothing but pure desire in his eyes.

David did just that, standing up and pulling down his shorts, briefly showing off the tent in his jockstrap created by his erection, before bending over the desk in front of his boss, displaying his thick hairy ass in all its glory to the other man. “How’s this sir? Like what you see?” He teased, waving his ass back and forth seductively.

Bryant didn’t even respond. His mouth went dry as his cock pulsed unbelievably hard. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening. And yet when he reached a hand out, the manly ass it rested on was most certainly real. He ran both hands across the two globes in wonder before pulling them apart slightly to get a look at David’s hole. Bryant found his face being drawn to it, slowly inching closer until he couldn’t help himself any more, stuffing his face between two hairy cheeks while internally thanking Mr Wavell for making this a reality.

The new gym teacher chuckled as his boyfriend and boss enjoyed his hole, eating it out eagerly. His enlarged cock bucking inside the jockstrap pouch under the desk as he felt Bryant’s tongue exploring inside his ass, tasting it with a seemingly insatiable hunger. David could tell the principal was really starting to get into now by the way he was smacking David’s furry ass cheeks.

Despite how much he was enjoying eating his new gym teacher boyfriend's ass, Bryant couldn’t ignore the calls of his dick any longer. After getting one last lick in, he stood up straight and looked down at the man bent over his desk with glee. This had been his dream ever since he first saw David and now he got to experience it with an upgraded version of the man. He rubbed his wet cock against the prepped hole, teasing the entrance with his tip.

Bryant looked around his office, checking that the door was locked and all the blinds were closed before grinning, knowing just how soundproof the room was. “Now. I’m gonna shove my cock up your ass and when I do you'll start moaning like cock hungry slut. Begging me to fuck like a submissive bottom who needs filling.” He instructed with a sinister smile.

“Yes sirrrOoooOOHHH FUUUUU-” David moaned out loudly in his deepened voice, hardly getting a chance to finish his response before getting speared by Bryant’s hungry dick. The principal didn’t go easy on him either, stuffing almost his entire length inside at once. “Fuck yeah sir!! Give me all that cock!” He shouted in response while Bryant started to pump in and out slowly. “Ohhh yeah I need it so badly! Keep going!” He begged.

Hearing a guy as manly as David was now begging to get his hairy hole fucked had always been one of David’s biggest fantasies and it definitely showed. He wanted to go slow but the more David moaned the more he couldn’t help picking up the pace. Slamming his cock in deeper, harder and faster with every thrust only to be met with even more slutty moans from the new gym teacher. “Yeah? You like that bitch? Mmmm fuck! Take my dick!” He responded while grabbing onto David’s hips firmly, allowing him to go balls deep with every thrust much to the other man’s delight.

“Mmmmmm yess sirrrr ooohhhhhhh yesss! Please… fill me with you load! I need it inside me!” David groaned in ecstasy as his prostate was slammed into over and over, causing his own cock to dribble excessively, dampening his jock. “Fuuuck! I need your cum so badly!” He squeezed his hole around Bryant’s member as best he could, enticing his boss to spill his load inside.

Fortunately for David, thanks to how horny Bryant was, it seemed he’d be getting his wish sooner rather than later. The principal kept up a strong, fast pace for a good while but finally the pleasure was starting to spike. His balls starting the churn as they prepared themselves. “Oh god…” He grunted, thrusts suddenly becoming less rhythmic. “Nrghh-fuck! I’m gonna… FUUUUUCCKKK!” Bryant roared as his cock exploded with one of the biggest loads he’d ever shot. Draining his balls completely inside the big manly ass before him.

“Yesssss! Give it all to me sir!” David moaned like the submissive slut that he was right now, simultaneously blowing his own load. Completely drenching his jockstrap as thick globs of cum forced their way through the fabric before dripping heavily onto the carpet below.

The two panted heavily for a moment after such an experience. Taking in everything that had just happened. David winced slightly as he felt Bryant slowly pulling his cock back until it flopped out, wet with cum and saliva. Bryant stood up straight again and looked down, admiring what he had before him. It really was a miracle.

“Alright, stand up properly for me David.” The Principal ordered and of course his slutty gym teacher boyfriend did exactly that. “Now turn around for me so I can get a good look at the mess you’ve made…” he smirked, licking his lips as he saw David’s cum covered pouch. He knelt down until he was eye level with the jockstrap before wrapping his mouth around the bulge. David’s cum tasted just as good as he’d hoped. Deliciously salty as he licked and sucked on the bulge. “Damn these balls of yours really know how to produce some amazing cum…” he complimented.

“Thank you sir…” David panted, still a little worn out. Yet he couldn’t stop a grunt from escaping his lips as Bryant squeezed his balls playfully.

With that Principal Bryant jumped back up onto his feet with a content smile on his face. As he did he grabbed the grey shorts that hung around David’s ankles and yanked them all the way back up over David’s crotch and ass. “There you go. Now I want you to go about the rest of your day with my load in your ass. Just imagine that my cum is fuel that keeps you going.” He smirked before giving David’s hairy bubble butt a hefty smack.

“Of course sir! I won’t spill a drop!” David claimed boldly before glancing over at the clock. “Well it looks like lunch is almost over. Guess I’d better start getting ready for my next class. I’ve got some students today that are just as eager about football as I am hahaha!” He chuckled.

“Well you’d better head off then Coach Everett. Wouldn’t want to keep the students waiting now would you?” Bryant smirked while stuffing his cock away in his suit pants again.

“Absolutely not!” David began making his way towards the door, grabbing his tank top and slipping it on over his head. “Well I’ll see you tonight babe after my sweaty jog home.”

“Can’t wait. And maybe tonight I’ll let you be the dominant one instead…”

David unlocked the door and pulled it open. “I like the sound of that.” And with that David took his leave, heading for the gym teacher offices as if he’d always worked down there. Not a single memory of ever being an English teacher left.

Now alone, the Principal found himself punching the air in excitement. This was better than anything he could’ve ever asked for! He’d have to thank Mr Wavell if he ever saw him again because he really went above and beyond. He couldn’t help but wonder what other sexual fantasies he could play out with David in the near future…

———

Little did Bryant know that Wavell had been present the whole time being the pervy warlock he was. Having watched everything that went down from the transformation to the sex. He had a fair reason of wanting to see if the experimental magic infused video he’d given to Bryant worked properly. “Seems everything went smoothly this time. Complete override of specific aspects of the subjects reality. Intensity of transformation magic perfectly balanced. Subject didn’t accidentally turn into a massive muscle giant hardly capable of moving nor is he aware of his former life. Seems like I’ve found the correct formula for these transformation videos.” Wavell muttered to himself…

#magic #male hypno #male transformation #male muscle growth #musclegrowth #permanent #hairy #smelly #mr wavell #beard #male hypnosis #mental change #teacher #coach #boss

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cw: angst/comfort, you get doubts about your relationship with shoto, there’s one (1) heated make out session, maybe a bit suggestive, shoto might be a bit ooc, tw: panic attack

wc: 4.2K

an: there might be some errors, i’m sorry. i have like three other fics to work on, but it’ll take me some time so stay tuned <33

when shoto confessed to you, you could hardly believe that he reciprocated your feelings. it had been a few months since then and he already showered you with so much of his love and affection, recently he’s been opening up to you some more as well.

behind his stoic behaviour, shoto is actually quite gentle and caring towards those who are close to him. he makes sure you two study together at least once a week, if you need help with training he’s happy to provide his services and he likes to take you out during the weekends. he knows you’re always there for him after a nightmare or when he gets flashbacks from his rather traumatic childhood, comforting him anytime he needs. in his opinion you’re the best thing ever happening to him, his mom told him as well how important it is to experience a kind of love where you two are giving your all in.

he’s just so lovestruck, your beauty, your personality and everything that makes you, you, he’s just so happy to call you his girlfriend. you make everything so much better when you’re around, he feels like he’s floating and you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. anyone who encounters the two of you can see it in his eyes, how the colours soften when you’re around, his sole focus on you, how you draw him in and how he’s always touching you in some way (sometimes the others call you over when they see you walk pass just to see how shoto’s expression changes in a split second, they think it’s adorable). he also knows how much you affect him and so do you because you feel the same when he’s around.

so why on earth are you experiencing these ugly emotions when he never you gave you a reason to and would never let you feel like he doesn’t want you anymore like you’re not enough for him?

lately, shoto and momo have been spending more time together due to getting paired together often during trainings and projects and you know neither of them would go behind your back like that, they always have been very close since your first year but somehow it still sets you off. you’re not some clingy girlfriend, you actually feel so sick for doubting your boyfriend like that but you’re not too sure what to do.

momo is such a beautiful girls, tall, curvy and her long black hair is falling on her shoulders so nicely. she’s intelligent and so smart, gentle and kind with everyone and again she’s beautiful, her and shoto would fit perfectly together.

you feel the book against your head before you realise your actions, aizawa stopping in the middle of his lecture to look at you in the front row and you hear bakugou barking a laugh at you when you realise you’ve been overthinking again and hit your head unconsciously in class.

“care to elaborate on that (l/n)?” aizawa raises a brow but the end of his lips are curling somewhat up. he knows what an inner turmoil feels like and he can tell that lately you’ve been in your head too much.

“i listened to my impulse thoughts sensei” you give him a wide grin to save yourself from embarrassment or raise any suspicions in your friends and most importantly in your boyfriend. it seemed to work because everyone started laughing. aizawa decided to let the class having fun and let you be before the bell rung signing another end of a school day.

shoto came to stand next to while you were packing up and and brushed a thumb against your forehead. “it didn’t hurt right?” he murmured leaning down to press a kiss against it. you hummed quietly while shaking your head and give him a small smile which he gladly returned and laced your fingers together, grabbing your bag as well while leading you out of the class and you two feel into a comfortable conversation.

when you got to the dorms you two parted to change out of your uniforms and agreed to meet in the common room later. you took a while as you were cleaning your room, only wanting to rest during the weekend so you messaged shoto that you’d come down later. he asked if you needed some help but you told him you’d be fine.

you finished just before dinnertime and you headed downstairs, finding everyone lounging around the common room. your eyes found shoto who seemed to be content while talking to momo and oh did that ugly emotion just return? you swallowed the lump in your throat, not realising how quickly it appeared while trying to remain calm.

“oh (y/n), come over here!” midoriya chimmed up loudly when he saw you, making everyone turn towards you and your eyes found shoto once again when he looked at you with a fond smile. before you walked over there, you should’ve checked if there was anymore space left because there was none as you came to a stand. shoto however curled his hands around your thighs and pulled you into his lap, his firm torso pressing tightly against you, one large hand (left) swallowing up one of yours, the other one (right) on your thighs and his chin is on the crown of your head.

once you got comfortable in his lap, the others remained their conversation with each other, inviting you in but you can barely hear them, too focused on shoto and momo. your boyfriend is talking to momo about a gala both of their parents will attend soon while shoto’s hand is stroking your thigh. you can’t say you don’t like the affection he gives you but you wish he talked to you too (he was, he hoped you would join in), but the lump in your throat was growing bigger and harder to ignore.

“my love, are you okay? you’re not as talkative like you usually are” shoto’s whispering tugs you back to reality, you feel his breath on you neck as he presses a soft kiss on it.

“is there anything bothering you? would you like to talk about it?” momo’s soft voice reaches you, but you give both a small smile.

“i’m just a bit tired, this week was rough i guess” you try to reassure them, but your voice cracks by the end of your sentence.

“we can eat in your dorm if you’d like then cuddle and watch a movie. how does that sound huh?” shoto mutters quietly into your ear, the hand on your thigh never stopping its caressing. you grab the hand that’s holding your hand, feeling how cold it is from his quirk and you start playing with it while looking down and thinking how that one hand dwarfs both of yours.

“i promised mina that we’d play uno tonight” your voice is small but shoto understands every one of your words. “and i don’t wanna ruin anyone’s night either” you are not sure how much momo was listening at this point, but it didn’t matter.

at times like this, shoto hates how you put everyone else before you, sure he prioritises you over himself, but he doesn’t want you to feel guilty over things like ruining your friends’ night by simply not feeling well enough to socialise. he knows that your friends are more than understanding of how it can be tiring at times to be a hero in training and no one would blame you for wanting some alone time. however, he decides to not press any further and wants to remain by your side for the rest of the evening (and the rest of his life).

“dinner’s ready shitheads” bakugou shouts from the kitchen since it was his turn to cook. everyone gathers around the dinner tables and some are helping with bringing out the food. momo leaves your side, not wanting to intrude any further as shoto helps you stand up from his lap and places his left hand on the small of your back and lead you towards your usual table with the dekusquad.

while you two are eating, a cold hand is placed on your right thigh and you realise how shoto was silently comforting you, not wanting his girlfriend to be sad. it made your heart flutter how kind he was with you even if he didn’t know what was up. you start to feel stupid for feeling this way.

the rest of the night goes by, you feel a little better and shoto was by your side the whole time. while playing uno, he once again placed you on his lap and you two were playing together while he hugged you close to him, head tucked between where your shoulder and neck meet.

that night shoto insisted he sleeps with you and you were more than okay with that.

you reach your downfall or more like your breaking point two weeks later, on friday during school. the weeks have been packed with group projects (both school work and training), momo and shoto have been placed together most of the time, leading you two to barely see each other and when you did it was for one of the projects where you had been placed into groups of 5. you were with momo, shoto, midoriya and kirishima, it somewhat relieved you that at least you had midoriya and kirishima with you so it wasn’t that uncomfortable (for you). the chemistry between shoto and momo was insane, they respond so well to each other and it got you wondering if you had such connection with shoto too.

maybe you should just talk to him and let him explore what could potentially happen between the two of them. but you love him so dearly, he’s like oxygen for your lungs, he’s the sun on gloomy days and he owns your heart, mind and soul. there is never a day where he doesn’t remind you how gorgeous he finds you, how much he cares for you, how much he loves you. he always treats you like a diamond, soft touches running across your skin when he’s around, caresses either cold or hot, it never really mattered to you. also how can you forget the tender kisses he leaves on your body or how he kisses your neck when you have a hard time expressing yourself, not wanting to make you feel like you’re under pressure. or when he whispers in your ears and leans down to hear you better because you only reach up to his torso. he completely dwarfs you with his height and large muscles when he circles his arms around you pulling you to his chest where you feel the most safe and protected.

you hadn’t realised how the tears started to roll down on your cheeks, only when a warm hand reaches over to cup your face while wiping them away with a thumb and started to caress the skin turning you slightly towards the owner. when you meet with your boyfriends bi-coloured eyes a loud hiccup escapes you. quickly gathering your school blazer, you storm out of the classroom without any word, running towards the toilets as you wipe your eyes harshly. the footsteps rushing after you stop when you disappear in one of the stalls.

after pulling down the toilet seat, you sit on it and bury your face in your hands, you harshly grab onto the hair at your scalp, your sobs escaped you uncontrollably as you cried. it was getting harder to breath as you started to hyperventilate and your whole body shook, the hold on your scalp became stronger making you pull your hair harder. you sounded so pathetic, oh lord when did you become so miserable?

shoto heard you from outside of the toilets, both of his fists balled tightly next to him. his heart was breaking down the longer he stood out there. he couldn’t think of anything that could’ve possibly caused you to break down, you seemed to be doing alright, so what happened? why didn’t you tell him that something was up? he knows how he sometimes has trouble with understanding with what’s going on but he would do anything to make you happy, literally anything. your happiness matters the most to him, if you’re happy then he’s happy. shoto brushed through his hair, he didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t walk in to the toilets, people might the wrong idea so he walked back to class.

when shoto walked back to class, everyone turned towards him and a few rushed to shoto, asking if everything is okay. however, his glossy eyes and his disheveled form was alarming to everyone and more importantly, where were you?

“todoroki what happened? where’s (y/n)?” midoriya asked, worry evident in his voice as he grabbed his friends shoulders.

“she-she’s in the toilets, she’s-she’s crying, i d-don’t know what’s g-going on” shoto’s voice was broken, he kept his eyes on the floor, his tears threatening to fall down on his face.

“i’m going to go and talk to her okay?” ochaco offered quietly as she gently rubbed shoto’s arm. he only nodded, he wanted to be the one to make sure you’re okay, you’re his girlfriend after all, the most precious thing in the world. ochaco left to see you but he couldn’t just stand there, he needed to get to you too.

“aizawa sensei, is it okay if todoroki goes inside the girls toilets? we can stand outside as well, to make sure we avoid any incidents, but it’s important for him to talk to (y/n)” momo turned towards aizawa, hoping to get his permission. she knows how important you are to shoto, you’re all he ever talks about when you’re not around. she still vividly remembers when he first came to her about his weird feelings and he didn’t know what to do with them or how to act around you. she remembers the amount of effort shoto put into courting you and even now when he finally has you, shoto’s efforts only increased. she always felt happy knowing how much in love you two were.

“don’t cause too much trouble” is all what aizawa said after taking a deep breath in. whatever happened between the two of you, he knows you can solve it and you two are better because he’s not blind, he can see as well how you complete each other.

“come on midoriya, iida, lets make sure no one interrupts them” momo instructed while grabbing shoto’s arm and pulled him towards the toilets.

meanwhile, ochaco tried to comfort you as much as possible, when she first heard your cries, she teared up as well. poor you must’ve been feeling really sad to cry this hard.

“(y/n), it’s ochaco. please open the door for me” she gently coaxed you, hoping that you will open it up for her and when she felt the lock open, she felt relieved. when she opened the door though, the sight of you made her feel incredibly sorry for you. you were sitting on your blazer, your tie on the floor and your shirt was unbuttoned at the top. your mascara was running down on your face and your hair was a mess, you were a mess. “oh my god, (y/n), what’s wrong?” she rushed to hug you and another sob broke out of you.

you could barely talk and she was barely able to catch what you were saying. the repeated few sentences were “i hate feeling like this”, “he deserves so much better” and “i love him so much” and ochaco got the gist of what you meant. someone made you feel insecure about yourself and you thought you weren’t worthy of shoto. but who made you feel like this and when did it become so bad?

unbeknownst to the two of you, the bicoloured boy was standing outside the stall, watching the two of you. you clung onto ochaco so tightly you hadn’t realised that he was standing there but ochaco did and she motioned for him to switch places. shoto ducked down and kneeled infront of you and ochaco gently tucked you into his arms. the second you felt the familiar arms circling around your smaller frame, you looked down to see shoto looking at you with big eyes, grey and turquoise hues looking at you with the same fondness as always but this time it’s more intense with love and affection. both of his hands came up to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping your tears just like before and this time you stayed.

you thought you looked ugly, you’re in the middle of your breakdown, there is snot, tears and mascara everywhere but to shoto, you looked just as beautiful as always. he slid his arms back to your hips and pulled you onto him so he can keep you closer, you buried your face into his chest while he hid in your hair, hands running up and down on your back, hoping to soothe you.

it did soothe you, after a few minutes you sobs quieted down and only the occasional sniffles were heard. one of his hand found your face again and made you look up to him so you two can finally talk about what is going on because he’s extremely worried for you. you took him in now that you calmed down, his eyes were teary and his hair looked messy, the uniform on him looked very unorganised as he also removed his tie and a few buttons were undone.

“sweetheart” he whispers to catch your attention and when you look at him he continues “what’s bothering you this badly?” his left hand feels cold against your face and it helps to ground you.

“you gonna think it’s stupid” you mumble look down and fiddling with your fingers.

“tell me” he’s lips hover over your neck and his breath tickles you. “i want to know, let me help you” he presses his lips against the skin like he always does when he’s trying to comfort you. you don’t think there is any point in hiding it from him, this can’t get any worse (unless he dumps you right here and now).

“you and momo” his kisses stop but he doesn’t move his head to look at you “you two seem to be so good and the chemistry between the two of you is amazing. “you stop when he starts to leave kisses again “and lately we’ve barely been able to hang out together because of all the projects we get and i know it’s not your fault. i guess i just got insecure because i find momo very pretty and more fitting with you than myself. “you mumble and he looks down at you, grey and turquoise now swim in bewilderment and you know you messed up but continue anyways “i know you wouldn’t do anything like that to me and i tried to push these thoughts away but i can’t and i understand if you think we should break up” you look down at your hands, still fiddling. there, you said it.

now hold up, you think he likes momo? you think momo is a better match for him than you? you think he finds her prettier than you? you think he wants to break up with you? he doesn’t want to leave you, in fact he knows he’ll marry you when the two of you are ready for marriage and grow old together. shoto is planning to formally introduce you as his girlfriend to his family since they only met you after the afo war and you two weren’t even together yet. shoto never thought about momo that way, not when he only ever wanted you.

“how can you think like that?” he suddenly asks, fingers lifting up your chin, his eyes serious “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, when i wake up i can’t wait to your smile or see how your eyes shine when we hold hands. the way your hand fits into mine perfectly “he holds up your hand in his and watches as your fingers lace together “yours is so much smaller and cuter, just like you. i always want to protect you and be around you no matter what. you’re so gorgeous and since i’m with you, i never thought of any other girl the same way as i thought of you and you’re the first girl that i ever felt more towards to. “his words were messy, they weren’t in the usual collected manner like now “me and momo do spend a lot of time together but there is nothing going on i promise. if you want me to spend less time with her i will, just please don’t leave me” shoto’s voice is now pleading against your lips as he leaned down, kissing you softly and when you returned the kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth while one of his hands found your thigh, the other one on the small of your back and your hands sneaked around his neck, both of you are trying to pull the other closer.

shoto left your lips and kissed down to your jaw and neck right at your sweet spot. he licks it before sucking on the skin, you let out a small whine, grinding against him with your hips making him groan and you pull on his hair. he groaned again against your neck, leaving to go back to your lips after giving the bruised spot a kiss. this time he kissed you with more passion, hands cupping your lower cheeks underneath your skirt, your hips moving slightly but in sync. before you two could take it any further you put your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away from you but shoto leans back in and catches you in another make out session.

when you finally manage to get him to stop kissing you, you both pull away and take the other one in. both of your disheveled forms and plump lips, could give others a different idea of what actually happened.

“please next time talk to me, even if you think it’s stupid, but for me it’s never stupid if it’s you. you scared me so much when you ran away from me crying. “he thumbs your lips before reaching for your tie and pulls it over your head “i love you so much, if you’re hurt then so am i” he presses a kiss against your forehead as he fixes your uniform. “let’s get back to class, the others must be worried i’m sure” he softly smiles at you and helps you stand up, grabbing your blazer as well as he leads you out of the stalls.

you take a look into the mirror but quickly turn around when you see the mess you became. shoto only chuckles and opens the door and you just stand there dumbfounded. is he going to leave like that?

“momo can you make some make up remover and a brush?” oh my god, there were people standing outside?

“of course, is she okay? does she need anything else?” momo’s concerned voices reaches you and you feel like a monster for letting your bad thoughts get ahead of you and make her seem like a bad person.

“yeah she is, just give us a few more minutes” shoto walks back to you and turns you so he can see you better when he starts to wipe your face with a tissue, then with the make up remover, afterwards he brushes your hair too, all of this with so much care and you let out a giggle at his focused face. it makes him smile when he finally hears you giggling and gives you a soft peck on the lips. you take the brush from his hand and brush his hair and wipe his face too with a tissue. shoto’s uniform still looks messy but he doesn’t care as long as you’re here with him and you’re happy.

“i’m taking you out this weekend, somewhere just the two of us okay?” he leans down, presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes.

they are full of love.

“okay” you smile at him and he leans down to kiss you once more before the two of you leave the girls bathroom.

iida acted like a security guard the whole time.

you apologised to everyone for the inconvenience and mainly to momo for getting in your head so much about her, but she only patted your head and said that there is nothing to apologise for, she just want you to be happy. shoto remained by your side for the rest of the day and reassured you of his love for you.

(shoto took you to the country side that weekend, where the todoroki’s had a mansion away from everything. he also made sure you know he loves you in more than one way)

#shoto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto x you #shoto todoroki x you #bnha x you #bnha x reader

[universallychaoticpan]

Hi. Can I pls req dazai x reader. So,Dazai and reader were once in a relationship. (Female reader). At some point they broke up. Stopped talking started ignoring each other. Then dazai approached her to be friends again. They again became besties.

The reader is now feeling attracted to a guy. She talks to that guy but didn't take things further, she is hesitant to be in a relationship due to his previous relationship with dazai. Dazai realises, and says that he doesn't want to be the reason to hold back each other... basically you make/write the conversation after dazai realises. Please🥺🥺

(Ps: dazai is actually sad to know the reader is attracted to someone new)

Ah yes, good old unrequited love. I hope you enjoy this, and please come back anytime. So sorry this took so long, the first time I wrote it I accidentally deleted it and had to do it all over. <333

It was hard to believe that at a point, you had been in love with him. But it was true; at one point, the two of you shared a love like sunlight. You fought and loved with the same passion, often burning one another before falling back together for comfort, for peace, to quell the ache that pulled you back together time and time again. But you were so bright you could hardly stand to look; so warm the pain began to show through more and more. Eventually, you licked your wounds on your own, the risk of being hurt outweighing the reward of a love so strong.

Yes, like he always did, Osamu Dazai had pushed you away. And when he did, the hole that you filled inside of him opened up again.

When you were gone, he could hardly stand to look at you without remembering the way you said his name - like no one else did, soft and sweet, drawing out each syllable and vowel - or how your bare skin felt pressed against his while you slept. When he was gone, you could hardly bear the sound of his voice without thinking of nights spent with your clothes strewn across the floor, or the way he would trace the lines in the palms of your hand, his eyes looking at you like the world meant nothing in comparison.

You thought you would never be able to look at those eyes again.

But slowly, things began to repair themselves. Like spring budding from barren branches, you began to pass smiles to one another again. You started to talk more, joking and teasing like you used too before love, before everything had changed. Slowly, you made your way back into his life- slowly, the two of you pushed the memories of a love brighter than sunlight down until it was swallowed by expanses of darker space.

And slowly, Dazai realized that you weren't his anymore.

"...hey- Hey!" Your voice startled him from his thoughts, his fingers beginning to sting from holding onto the chilled glass for too long.

"Sorry," he muttered, taking a drink. "You were saying?"

"You alright," you asked, concerned curiosity in your eyes. "It's not like you to just disappear like that."

He shrugged. "Long week I guess. Anyway?"

You looked down at your drink awkwardly. "Well I was telling you about this guy I met just the other day- met him in the cafe under the office, he works nearby. He was sweet, actually asked me to meet him at another spot he knows later tonight." you chewed your lips nervously. "I don't think I'll go though; it's too soon don't you think? I mean it hasn't even been a year since..." You let your voice trail off.

Dazai looked at you, saw the way your body hunched into itself, but saw the way your eyes slightly looked over at him, waiting for a reaction, a sliver of approval or disappointment. And he realized what you were waiting for.

You were waiting for him to let go.

And it broke him completely that the look in your eyes, the look of slight fear and sorrow was his doing- that even after time had gone by, you still felt trapped by him. Try as he might, he hadn't been able to move past you; worse, you knew it as well as he did and yet here you were, asking him one more time for permission. You were asking his permission to break his heart again.

And what could he do but let you? He loved you so much, so desperately it consumed him; it swallowed him whole every night as he tried to sleep, chased you through dreams and just barely let you escape every time. And he loved you so much that he would release you- he would break every bone in his body if it forced him to let you go. Because he wasn't what you needed. And he knew that the best way for him to love was to let you be loved by someone who was safer. Someone who could give you the life you deserved.

He simply couldn't be that person.

"Go," he said quietly. He was looking at you now, a smile on his face that you both tried to pretend was masking the melancholy behind it. "You should go." He got up, draping your coat around your shoulders. "I mean we both know you can't stay hung up on me forever," he said with a wink. You got up with a smile, the two of you simply staring at each other, the hum of chatter in the bar going quiet for a split second. And you hugged him; you stepped close and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your head into his chest the way you always used to. And it was good you couldn't see him, see his face or the look of surprise he couldn't stop. Gingerly, he place his hands on your back, holding you against him one last time before he gently pulled you away by your shoulders.

"Go on," he smiled. "Get out of here."

You nodded, walking out of the room before you could lose your nerve; you left before you had time to look back. If you had though, if you had stopped to look at the man you couldn't deny you still loved, you would've seen how he watched you go until you vanished onto the dark street, how he stared after you long after you had gone, the scent of your skin still clinging to him like the ghost of you always would.

#dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader angst #bsd x reader #bsd x reader angst

[larcenywrites]

From Cali’ with Love

young!Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: mild sexual references/scene | fluff | kinda sad at first?

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: After his parents' passing, Tony leaves without a trace. Your only clues are a few doodled-on postcards from the Golden State that come in from time to time, but when an important day finally comes around that you'd once hoped to share with him, and no postcards or letters in sight, you have to wonder: did he finally forget?

Two years. Two years since your Tony ran away from all the shadows that haunted him here. So quick, he even left you behind. I can't stay here anymore, he'd said one night, barely able to even side-eye you. You could only nod, agreeing to go with him and as far as he needed. It haunted you when his only reply was turning away. Your family was here, your university was here, your friends were here-- he couldn't do that to you. No matter how willing you were. But you figured he wanted to run away from you, too. You'd seen too much. The tears that soaked his pillow and his snappish words when you tried to get him outside. You were as gentle with him as his mother was, and always by his side. You're pretty sure he just couldn't take the added pressure. And the only way to get it to stop was to just leave. Without telling you so that you couldn't argue with him or worry over him. Hopefully he knew what was best for him. So when the next few days were spent with an uncharacteristic amount of sorrys and the clinginess he'd lost had returned, you couldn't say you didn't know what was coming when you discovered he'd left. 

Of course you grew worried. Where had he even gone? Tony was always a survivor, but he'd hardly learned how to cope. He couldn't even find escape through his new job. Not when he had to pick up right where his dad had left off. Not when you could practically hear Stane griping something along the lines of, "well, this is how your father did it!" Was he sleeping okay? He always had problems, but such a demanding job probably didn't help. He used to tell you that it helped when you were nearby. The thought of him alone in bed killed you as much as being alone in yours. Maybe he'd taken that fuzzy brown shark plush with him to keep him company. One of the sandbar sharks you got at the aquarium. Oftentimes you had to force yourself to stop thinking about it. After months of sorrow and suffering, you just knew it had to be him when your mom said you had unmarked mail. You'd pulled a small postcard from her hands, stiffly hurrying back to your room to investigate. 

Join Us in Malibu was printed fancily and across a clear blue sky, and colorful houses dotted a California coast. Your eyes were drawn to the obvious break in the flat horizon, a rising cliffside right at the edge of the ongoing beach. But it was quite the reason you were drawn to it. A childlike doodle of a house sat on top of the hill, complete with a little chimney and a squiggly line of smoke. Even with tears in your eyes, you giggled. You knew for a fact he could draw a little better than that, but maybe he knew you'd find it more endearing. You stared at it for a little longer, wondering if that was, in fact, the home he drew this up in. Flipping it over, you were disappointed to see that there were no notes written between the blank lines. There wasn't even a return address. But the little stamp he'd chosen to put in the corner was enough when you finally read it. White borders surrounded a cartoonish yellow sun rising over a churning ocean, two words on top and two words on the bottom: From Cali' with Love. 

For now, it was enough to know he was alive, and still thinking of you, hopefully as much as you thought of him. You anxiously waited for another one. Surely he'd send something else! Months went by again, and you swore you'd looked at that card every day. And with the start of the next semester came another! Big letters were filled with other images, but the bolder white outline spelled out a city you recognized much more this time. Los Angeles spelled out over its city skyline. Nothing popped out this time, but your heart raced when you turned it over. Halfway decent drawings of angelfish swam between the black lines, little lines of bubbles in the shapes of hearts came from their mouths. At the top was a shark, obviously drawn with a bit more care than the fish. And next to it was that same stamp. From Cali' with Love. You smiled, touching over the fish as if you could feel the hands that drew them. He must have found an aquarium he liked. You wondered if it had a cute cafe like the one here did. The one where you watched the light ripple shapes across his face as it filtered through churning water behind the glass and he'd always avoid getting seafood because he didn't want to offend the fish that swam by the glass. He joked about it, but you were pretty sure he legitimately felt bad. You could only hope to join him there one day, but hoping only made more tears fall, and you didn't want to smudge his cute drawings. 

Another semester, another postcard. You hoped he kept up the tradition. Santa Monica read in fancy yellow letters against a dusky blue sky. Below it was the famous Santa Monica pier with its Ferris wheel and colorful restaurant roofs. Though you had something else to inspect on the front, you excitedly flipped it over, ecstatic that this one had writing! 

      It's not as fun as coney 

      island was with you :(

Your smile was bittersweet as you read his semi-neat handwriting. The letters were always so close together but the spacing between his words was always a little too far apart. You knew how that felt. Turning the card back over, you briefly studied the part on the Ferris wheel that you and Tony had been in when the ride got stuck that one time. There were no silly doodles there, but you had already noticed the red lines that encircled a part of the beach. The shoreline stretched away from the pier towards you, mostly empty aside front the silhouettes of two figures holding hands. A red sharpied heart was doodled around them, one side flatter than the other (he was never very good at drawing hearts). The sentiment was nice, but any romantic beach walks didn't last very long when he was more interested in finding seashells and kicking chilly water your way. But maybe that was what made it romantic, especially when he got so excited to find those smaller, cone-shaped shells and presented them out to you in his palm. 

His next card was from Hollywood. You could make out the Walk Of Fame, which probably wasn't so empty of crowds in real life, surrounded by ornate buildings. Between them was a probably not geographically correct mountain side where the large white Hollywood sign sat. Nothing really stood out to you, so you flipped it over.  

    I haven't found my star

    yet, but I did find you 

You snorted, shaking your head as if he were in the room saying it. Always a flirt. Just like the others, it joined the pile on your nightstand, but not before making sure to read over your new favorite words: From Cali' with Love, to be reread and ogled until his next one came in. 

But you hadn't gotten one this semester. Had he forgotten? Maybe he got busy, or maybe it got lost and he couldn't have known. Your dependency on a few little cards was pitiful, but it was all you had of him. He hadn't even called! He knew the house number. Then again, it was easier to hide behind handwriting than to actually speak and keep up a conversation. You couldn't blame him for that, especially after the way he left. He'd been so ashamed even when he first brought it up, and his eyes had held such deep sorrow when he'd asked if you knew that he loved you. You'd already forgiven him, but he didn't know that.

Two years and you still hadn't gotten over him. As far as you were aware, you weren't supposed to! He was coming back— he said so! Of all his flaws, he did keep his promises, even if they were kept as imperfectly as his hectic love. He tried his best. Besides, you were finally graduating soon! If anytime was great for another card, it was now. Hell, he had helped you through those first two years, and used to joke about all the ridiculous things he'd yell out when you finally walked across that stage, mostly when you were threatening to drop out or doubting the day would ever come. As if him embarrassing you was supposed to motivate you more. A creeping thought always ruined the memory of good times.

Had he found someone else out there? 

You looked over at the pile by your bed, specifically the card on top. Two figures walked down along the shoreline below the pier, with an imperfect heart drawn around them. It hurt to think the feminine outline could be someone else, holding his hand while they walked the beachfront, with the fun-filled pier in the background. Just like Coney Island. You picked up the rest of the cards, only lit by lamplight, rereading them and studying them as if some revelation would hit you, but instead of some secret code telling you when he'd be back, all you got was pinching sadness in your heart. At least it looked like he was having fun out there. Maybe he'd found some peace. You'd done this many nights, staring down at the cardstock in your hands, as if doing so would make the waiting go by quicker. Maybe this time, it did. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the faint tapping that came from your window, a rhythmic sound that you'd far from forgotten. You still hesitated, however, silently creeping toward the drawn curtains and peeking between them. The male figure, slightly below you due to your window being a bit high off the ground, was turned away from you, keeping a lookout. You couldn't discern any recognizable features in the dark, but who else would have fought their way through rose bushes just to stand patiently under your window? 

You slid the curtain to the side, letting warm light illuminate the dark figure on the other side of the glass that quickly turned around. You hardly recognized him, but the big brown eyes that shined up at you could only belong to one person. You drew in a breath you didn't know you were holding, staring down like he were a ghost. Was he? You weren't sure. You spent two years waiting for this day, and all you were able to do was stand and stare? Making quick work of the latches on either side of the window, you lifted the squeaky panes as quietly as you could. A rush of cool air drifted into your room. 

"Tony?" Your tone was soft with emotion, but you weren't even sure which one. You flipped through them like every color of the rainbow, but you were pretty sure you were somewhere between red and yellow. 

"Hi," he readily responded, smooth voice somehow deeper, but still honeyed enough to make you weak. Or maybe you still weren't breathing enough. Those baby cheeks you used to kiss were more lean, and partially covered with dark facial hair that you could remember him shaving every other day. Two years was more than enough time to change, after all, but puppy eyes still looked just as soft as the tousled curls that still fell over his forehead, and neither seemed quite as tired as they used to. You had to wonder if he was thinking something similar with those studying eyes. 

He leaned forward against the wall of your house and rested his arms over the windowsill. As cool as he always tried to be, his wide grin had always given him away as the affectionate dork only you got to see. 

"I was just thinking about you," you joked nervously, falling into old banter. 

"What a coincidence," he bounced back, glancing over your body as if to make a point. You bit your lip, thumbing at the wooden panels on either side. 

"I was waiting for another postcard," you teased with a disappointed tone. He gave you a brief laugh before held up an arm to reveal the blush-colored rose he'd been concealing in his hand, between himself and the wall. "Will this work instead?" He asked a bit bashfully, glancing at the flower between his fingers as if to study it with you. You were pretty sure it was one of the same roses that dotted the bushes that ran the walls on this side of your house, but you gratefully accepted it regardless. Well, you could help but tease him about it. Just a little. 

"Did you just pick this?" You twirled the flower between your fingers, lowering to sit on the floor to finally be eye-level with him. 

"No," he started matter-of-factly, a trace of your favorite pout on his lips. "I picked it ten minutes ago so I could cut off the thorns."

"You've been out here for ten minutes?" You looked over at him, forgetting to keep your voice low. He hummed thoughtfully, glancing down for a moment. 

"Maybe closer to thirty," he murmured, smiling awkwardly at your bewilderment. "I was a bit scared, okay?" 

You laughed at his defeated confession, turning back to your rose in hand and carefully playing with the soft petals. "What made you come back?" Your question sounded bittersweet. It wasn't that you were afraid of the answer, but if he came, then eventually he'd have to go, too. 

"You, obviously," he replied with his always loving sarcasm. His smile faded a little when your eyes were more serious. It really hurt when he left, and as much as you'd love to go back to normal again, you weren't quite there yet. Playtime was over for now. "I, um," he stuttered, "I heard you were graduating." Your eyes met his, so much more bright and hopeful than the ones that had left you. "So I thought I'd stop by." You smiled at him again. 

"You're a few days early," you chuckled, "It's not until Friday." Not that it was a bad thing. Now he was stuck here, right? 

"Maybe I thought we could," he trailed off, licking his lips, "do something," he shrugged. "Like old times, you know?" 

Your heart swelled at the thought. "It's been pretty boring without you around," you whispered. His next smile looked relieved. Maybe he was afraid you'd found someone else to have fun with, too. You leaned into your side of the wall, bringing your face a little closer to the eyes that couldn't help but flick to your lips. 

"What have you been up to?" You asked suddenly, not so much out of curiosity for the sake of keeping conversation, and to distract those wandering eyes from getting you worked up. 

"Ah, you know," he shrugged and looked down, "building shit, pissing people off," he rattled off half-heartedly. His lips were still parted as if to continue. He played with his hands, nervous. "Drinking," he admitted sheepishly, a familiar look was back behind his eyes when they glanced back up to you. "What I usually do." He tried to smile, but his mood had been dampened. You panicked, instinctively reaching out to take his hand in yours. His skin had been a little calloused, but the fingers that curled around you seemed rougher. You searched for anything to make it better. 

"You know I've kept your postcards by my bed since I got them," you said suddenly, flashing an encouraging smile that widened his again. "What's it like out there?" That spark came back. 

"Beautiful," he said dreamily. Something about the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice had you looking away with a toothy grin and warming cheeks. You're pretty sure he wasn't entirely talking about the other side of the country. You waited for one of his flirty lines that never came. "Got a house right on the ocean," he continued instead, playing with your entwined fingers, "like we used to talk about." 

You smiled at the memory, nights spent talking about a home by the water. "Is it big?"

"Have you ever known anything about me to be small?"

You rolled your eyes with a small shake of your head. You couldn't hide the smile on your face, especially when you felt a scruffy kiss on the back of your hand. He smiled into your skin when you looked back at him. You gently tore your hand from his, swooping your fingers through those stray curls and brushing over his cheeks. He seemed to lean into your touch, eyes never leaving yours. "This is new."

"Thought it would make me look more business-y," he said flauntingly with a raise in his brow. "Do you like it?" 

"It's growing on me," you chimed. His face was scratchier, but you had to admit that he looked a little more handsome. You sat in silence for a few moments, simply basking in one another's presence. You almost had to keep yourself from throwing your arms around his neck the longer you held him in your hand and searched his eyes. 

"May I come in?" His honeyed voice sang to you. You bit your lip and glanced back into your room, studying the door as if you'd suddenly hear your parents on the other side. The coast was clear, for now. "Can you behave?" 

"I always behave for you," he hummed a little too seductively, turning to plant another kiss to your palm. You pretended to hum in thought, side-eyeing him. "Please?" He reversed his antic, pouting into his crossed arms and fluttering his lashes. "It's cold out here," he pleaded dramatically. Somehow it still managed to pull on your heart. 

"Fine," you easily gave in with a laugh, "just try to be quiet." The triumph in his grin wasn't lost on you. Just as confident as it used to be. You rose from your spot by the window, reluctantly pulling your hand away and feeling that chill he was talking about. You watched him slide his way over the sill, not as graceful as he once was, landing facedown on the floor. You giggled. Affectionately, of course. "Nice to see you haven't been climbing through anyone else's windows," you teased down at him. He awkwardly got to his feet, standing tall in front of you. You were sure he had a witty comeback behind that soft smile, but the usual mischief behind those eyes was nothing but love. You had to give in, breaking the obvious pining that you'd both let go on for too long already. 

You nearly tackled him, wrapping your arms around him and shamelessly burying your face into his chest. You squeezed even tighter when familiar arms hugged back, keeping him as close as you could so that he couldn't disappear again. He smelled of fine leather and vanilla, not exactly as you remembered it, but at this point, everything new and everything old was all just as comforting when his hand was petting over your hair. Even after two years, it felt like nothing had changed. You could almost cry, probably trembling with the effort not to with every lingering kiss in your hair and to your temple. 

"This has got to be better than a postcard," he quietly joked, once again breaking the shared silence. You snorted, lifting your face and barely backing away to get a better look at him. He stole another scruffy kiss to your forehead, but he must have noticed the plea behind your eyes. He leaned ever so slow, nose barely bumping yours before you eagerly closed the gap, lips gladly greeting his once more. Somehow you swear it felt even better than your first kiss. He barely even moved against you, instead letting you both lose oxygen to nothing more than a hard-pressed liplock while you found your way to the soft hairs on the back of his neck. 

 You finally had to pull away, tilting your head down to keep him from chasing you. You gripped at his shirt while you caught your breath. Tony nosed his way back, forcing your kiss back to his. You chuckled against his mouth before going in for another round, one that pushed you back against the bed and parted your lips. You hadn't even noticed the nice button-up he was wearing until you'd already worked down the line of buttons, nor the lighter colored dress pants until they were hitting the floor. 

Tony lied. He never behaved. 

You were back in the warmth and safety of his embrace, hands locked together as he loved you in the only way he really knew how. You muffled his whimpers of apologies into your neck, and he silenced your sweet sounds with his shushing kiss. You said his name like it would be the last time he'd get to hear it from you, and carved all the pain you'd felt for the last two years into his back. Those stray curls clung to his face, and rested against your forehead when he leaned down to you. One of the most powerful men in business right now, and you had him limp in your arms. 

His beard tickled the sensitive skin of your neck and down your chest when he nuzzled his way into the space beneath your chin, making himself comfortable in his spot on top of you. You raked your fingers through his hair, pulling back those damp curls. Back in the warmth and forgiveness of your arms, at least you didn't have to worry about him getting any sleep. Yeah, this was much better than a postcard. 

You were starting to think you'd never get to see the way the stars seemed to reflect in his eyes, or watch them become wide with wonder when he reached out to touch the stingrays in the exhibit (and then practically have to force him to wash his hands right after). You thought you'd never get another cheesy, film-like kiss on top of the Ferris wheel, or help him keep an eye out for shark teeth even though it was supposed to be a romantic walk down the beach, and he'd readily let go of your hand when he thought he saw something. Postcard by postcard, you followed the same trail he'd taken alone, this time going with him on the dates he wanted to do with you again. Somehow it felt like falling in love all over again. He came all the way from the other side of the country with more love than when he'd left, and with a new excitement to be out of his cage. 

Something about it had you dreading what would happen after you finally walked across the stage. Tony had to go back at some point. He actually had work now. He was important now. He'd always been important to you, but now he was bigger than whatever you currently were with him. Was he this happy when he was alone out there? Was he alone? You sure had been. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even have the courage to join the peers you hardly knew in celebration, too busy frantically searching for Tony as if you were on a timer. For all you knew, you were, but luckily he found you first. You were probably more excited to see him than the degree in your hand. You eagerly threw your arms around his neck, cap in hand pushing him closer into the kiss he greeted you with. You still weren't entirely used to the prickle of facial hair.

"You did it," he quietly cheered, a praise just for you. Your free hand came around to cup his face. 

"No thanks to you," you hummed playfully, pressing your thumb to his lips before he could close the gap he made. He frowned, eyes flicking up and down. "I didn't have anyone to help me with my homework anymore," you pouted pitifully. An apologetic smile spread across his cheeks, the same one that used to smile encouragingly when you couldn't quite get a problem right, and those same eyes looked at you with that sympathy. 

"But you still did it," he murmured, softly kissing the pad of your thumb. 

"But I still did it," you echoed, smiling back. You brushed your thumb over his cheeks instead, studying the features of his face as if it were the first time you'd seen him in years. You would have loved to stare up at him for hours more, and feel his hand on your back, but the crowd rushing by and their loud laughter was ushering you to move on. He wasn't leaving just yet. "Come on." You started to back away, but not without taking his hand in yours first. "My parents might wanna see me," you explained, feeling a bit bad for breaking up the moment so suddenly. "Maybe they'll even take us to dinner," you playfully chimed, turning to lead him away, but he didn't budge. 

"Wait," he stopped you, unintentionally pulling you back with the way he didn't move. Your heart sank for the worst, turning back to a nervous stare. It looked too much like one you'd seen before. His jaw tightened with his grip. "I didn't really come prepared, but," he started, nervously licking his lips and searching the ground for his words. He took a breath that mostly left as a laugh. "Would it be crazy if I asked you to marry me?" 

You were probably looking at him as if he were, glancing him up and down to make sure he was real and lips parted in an answer that could come to mind. In the short absence of your voice, he nervously continued. 

"You could go back with me, and- and," he started to stutter, "I know you just got that degree you worked really hard for, but you don't even have to work if you don't want to." He knew you were still listening when you smiled amusedly at that, his tone implying that that would be the cherry on top. "I mean, I know it's been… a while, but," he kept rambling desperately, "I never stopped loving you." Wide eyes begged for approval, and blushing cheeks probably regretted it. Maybe it was simply the tall rollercoaster of emotions you'd both had over these last few days--even years, but you really couldn't think of a reason to say no. This time you weren't going to let him leave alone, especially not when he needed you this time. If your words couldn't come out, then your mouth could relay the message better against his, you decided. You ignored the crowd around you, bringing your Tony down by his collar for a kiss deeper than the Pacific and longer than the 3,000 miles you'd always been willing to travel for him. You finally tore away, hiding in his neck. A hand drifted up your spine. 

"Is that a yes?"

You just had to pull back to look at him, his wide eyes dazed and confused, and blush almost matching the red in his lips. You nearly scoffed. Affectionately, of course. 

"Yes, you goof!"

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark one shot #tony stark drabble #tony stark smut #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fic #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #iron man fanfiction #iron man drabble #iron man smut #young tony stark #young tony stark x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel smut #marvel fic

[deadprompts]

𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙿𝚃.𝙸𝙸 (𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲 - 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚂).

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

i’d like to think that you knew me better than anybody else.

what if i give up too soon?

i don't know what i heard.

there is a crow that i can see on my street almost every day.

what's a word for lonely that doesn't mean alone?

you're all that i've got to lose.

i saw the end of the world last night.

you were mad at the whole world.

you think you look older, i think you look alive.

i don't wanna need anything.

it didn't save me like i thought it would.

if i loved you at the start then i would love you at the end.

i don't wanna die anymore.

am i brave if the noise doesn't scare me?

i’d stay but i don't wanna bore you.

i have more than enough

i can't fix all the things that you couldn't.

and it's a damn shame you're good at winning.

bury me under gravel just deep enough so nobody finds me.

mark my words, there's a thousand things that don't wash out with anything.

i have to find it and cut it out.

now you're taller than you've ever been.

your costume's in the basement at the bottom of a shelf.

and just like that, we’re starting over.

well i have more than enough for the both of us.

i keep you clean.

was it just like you had before?

there isn't really much to say.

i know it's not what you thought i'd say.

i love you carefully.

i know you're probably standing there wishing that i wasn't here.

i'm sure that someone will draw a new one and cover it before they leave.

i know you don't like the sound.

i can still hear the sound of you laughing all the way down.

does it get too hard being a good person every day of your life?

sometimes i'm scared that i'll only ever feel everything once.

you were angry it didn't stop when you did.

i can't handle when the fight runs out.

i'd do anything but ask for your help.

living takes more than to just survive.

it's gonna rain soon.

i can never feel the same thing cause i change too much.

would i have to forgive you still?

some part of me had to care for you.

pretty soon i'm gonna say something that i’ll eventually regret.

will you still walk me home?

just because she told you so it doesn't mеan that she's right.

you still have more fight in you than you ever really did when you were young.

what would it take for me to be cared for, too?

look at us, carefree.

i'm hardly brave, i know.

did you want to be something more?

i act like i'm dumb for my age.

what you tell her, she will take to her grave.

there is no reason to be someone else.

do you still want me here?

don't worry now, it's already dead.

i would've died for it.

i can hear her disappointment from here.

there's a mark on the wall, you see.

you wouldn't talk even when somebody was listening.

i'll show you how.

something is rotten inside of me.

aren't you tired?

he lets me watch him there as long as i stand far away and as long as i am quiet.

#prompts #rp prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp meme #sentence starters #inbox meme #the walking dead rp meme #twd rp meme #apocalypse rp meme #apocalypse sentence starters #apocalypse rp #tlou rp meme #inbox prompts #lyric prompts #lyric rp prompts #lyric sentence starters #deadprompts prompt

[husbandomail]

iN HONor of your trip to Build-A-Bear the other week, may I pls request some HCs for an person who takes either Astral or Number 96 there? And gets them their own friend ;v;?

(no pref on who, just whomever of the floaty boys you think would have funnier reactions lmao)

this turned into a thing of its own so I hope this is okay!!

It’s not uncommon for you to drag the aliens along without explaining yourself; Dark Mist has learned not to ask many questions anymore, so Astral asks enough for the both of them. You would think that he’d be better at narrowing down possible locations by now. “The grocery store?” He floats alongside you, studying your face as you respond to each question; Dark Mist just scoffs and shoots every guess down before you can with an “Obviously that’s wrong!”

Eventually you arrive at the mall, and no matter how many times you bring them both here, they light up like children— even 96 can’t hide the curiosity or excitement on his face as he flies past other people, trying his best to swipe food off tables in the food court and scowling as his hands phase through everything. Astral has given up trying to keep the other one on a metaphorical leash, but you do catch him rolling his eyes as he stays by your side.

And then, finally, you lead them through the entrance to the shop you’ve been looking for— Build-a-Bear. The store’s setup hardly ever changes; the walls by the door are lined with unstuffed plushies, although a few are stuffed and dressed and on display. Immediately, Number 96 crossed his arms, scoffing; he’s deeply out of place, a living shadow floating amidst bright splashes of color. He’ll complain, of course— “what’s the point of so much time and money spent on such dull things?”

Of course, hovering near the plushies, Astral has a long and vaguely complicated answer. “Humans have a propensity to develop attachments for inanimate objects,” he points out, trying to scoop up a toy with fur as blue as he is. “It stands to reason that contributing to the creation of a stuffed toy—”

“Enough,” you sigh. At this point you’re so used to their presence, you almost forget to lower your voice; you’re the only one here who can see them, after all, and more than once you’ve been caught ‘talking to yourself’ in public. You glance over your shoulder and fix them both with a pointed stare. “I just want a nice trip to the mall— you two are going to get along for at least two hours. Now, c’mere and help me pick.”

Astral is more than excited to help put together a stuffed animal; even though he’s not usually capable of touch, it’s thrilling to have something that belongs to him, especially knowing you’re the one putting thought into it for him. The shelves are lined with all sorts of animal options— bears of all colors, naturally; the iconic axolotls you’ve seen online; a handful of Sanrio characters that rotate with the seasons. Unsurprisingly, he’s incredibly indecisive, drawn to practically everything in the store. He eventually decides on one of the alien bears, and you can’t say you’re surprised.

Also unsurprisingly, 96 doesn’t feel like cooperating. He turns his face away every time you hold up one of the plushies for his opinion, and there’s only so much you can do before you start to draw attention— but then you grab what turns out to be a dinosaur, of all things. A pterodactyl. And Dark Mist’s eyes light up in an expression you’ve never seen on his normally-sour face. When you grin at his obvious excitement, he scowls and turns away again. You saw that tiny grin, no matter how much he tries to deny it.

When you bring the two toys over to the big stuffing machine, Dark Mist is absolutely cringing at the little heart-warming ritual. Rub the fabric heart on your forehead, warm it in your hands, hold it to your own heart and make a wish— be grateful nobody else can see or hear him, because he’s gagging. For his part, Astral will have a lot of questions about it later— at the moment, though, he’s busy phasing through the glass of the stuffing machine and watching the fluff tumble around him.

After the two toys are stuffed and sewn shut— you’d made a point to make a loud, goofy wish as you’d warmed the heart for Dark Mist’s dinosaur, and he’d made an ugly face back at you— you start wandering through the displays of clothing for the stuffed animals. Your two boys hover close behind you, although Astral is clearly so excited that you’re almost convinced you can feel him vibrating at a different frequency than usual. Still, he does his best to remain respectful and not let his energy overtake him. “—you can choose whatever you want, y’know,” You keep your voice quiet, but Astral flickers to life anyways, immediately diving towards a bright pair of high-tops for his bear alien. Number 96 stays staunchly at your side, arms crossed, face fixed in a deep scowl. You’ll have to get through to him some other way.

You follow after Astral as he point out clothes; he does have a vague understanding of human money, so you find him debating between three shirts because he doesn’t want to empty your wallet. Wandering away on your own, you pick over the other end of the tiny clothing racks; not many things here are dinosaur-shaped, so you can’t blame Dark Mist for his lack of enthusiasm. You grab something random off the shelf and hold it up for him. “This one buttons up,” you point out, “so you could get it over the lil guy’s big head.”

96’s scowl deepens. “My dinosaur isn’t some kind of dweeb,” he hisses, swatting at the toy shirt in your hands. You just snicker at him. “Show me what you’d rather he wear, then. Or I’m putting him in the worst outfit I can find.”

Dark Mist knows he’s being goaded. Astral knows he’s being goaded. You know he’s being goaded. But you win the stare-down anyways— grumbling under his breath, Number 96 reluctantly waves in the direction of a different shirt, and then maybe a few accessories. You’ll have to take whatever you can get with him.

At the end of the day, once you and your aliens and your empty wallet are home, Astral is very open about enjoying his new stuffed animal. “What’re you gonna name it?” your question is casual, but he takes it seriously, staring into the bearlien’s large eyes. “I shall need time to deliberate,” he admits eventually. “I do not believe I’ve ever had such a large responsibility before.”

“It’s a toy, dimwit,” Dark Mist hisses from his spot above the couch. “It doesn’t even need a name. It doesn’t mean anything.” Despite that, he refuses to move away from where his bright blue pterodactyl is nestled among pillows in front of the television. You fix him with a flat stare. “In that case, I’ll keep yours, since you don’t seem to want him.”

The aura that permanently surrounds Dark Mist flushes an unusual shade of pink for him, but he holds your gaze with just as much determination. “Don’t you dare—!”

#yugioh #zexal #astral #dark mist #headcanons #imagines #thesilverlock

[ambrossart]

I was wondering how you created Víctor Criss so well? ,

especially their way of being and their personality because I feel that there is more information about Patrick and Henry, data about their family and dialogues that show at a glance what they are like. In addition, those two are very striking characters that steal all the attention and make them stand out. easily due to its peculiarities.

On the other hand, there are not many things about Victor and during the movie Victor and Belch are one of the characters that are least shown, but it is true that in the novel there were very interesting descriptive fragments about him that left you a lot to reflect on how during the rock fight, so I was wondering that with the brief information about him, how you have done to decide what Victor would be like, I don't know how to explain it but Henry and Patricio are so canon and yet Victor is not, I have read several fanfics in the This character comes out and changes so drastically in each of them in every way, he is a shy and lovable boy or he is a bad boy among other things and on the other hand your character is the perfect balance so I was wondering how you have done to Being able to decide what traits characterize him as a character, what things Victor would do and what he wouldn't do, what scares him or not, what things he would say and what he wouldn't,

I feel that it is

A great character is as if you had filled in the blank spaces as if you had finished writing it completely, it is as if he were a drawing whose sketch is in black and white and you have given it color, you are great 😊

I actually love that there's so little info about Vic because it gave me a lot of flexibility while developing his character. And that’s why I’m so happy that he’s been received as well as he has. I worked very hard on my interpretation of him.

Honestly, the rock fight in the novel is what completely sold me on Victor and made me love him as a character. He didn't want to be there. He didn't have any emotional investment in that fight. But since he was stuck there, he figured he might as well do some damage. I love that, and I tried to keep that scene in mind while shaping his character.

With Paper Men, Vic's character developed organically chapter by chapter. I've said this many times before, but I wasn't intending for him to be a major character, and I was really struggling to find roles for both him and Reggie because, as you said, there's so little information about them. With Reggie, I decided to have him be Henry's closest friend (because that made the most sense to me), but I had no idea what to do with Vic. Initially, he was just supposed to be a classmate of Evelyn's, but then I became randomly obsessed with the image of Evelyn smacking him in the back of the head (like she does in Ch. 4) and I decided to run with it. I thought, okay, maybe they're not just classmates; maybe they're childhood friends, but that was too simple, so I thought, okay, maybe they were friends but they haven't spoken to each other in a while, and now they're slowly starting to rekindle their friendship. From there, I started to explore the reasons why they weren't friends anymore, and that eventually led to Jimmy. And I think once I had Jimmy figured out, I had a pretty clear idea of who I wanted Vic to be in this story.

And so the introverted, guilt-ridden, self-loathing, stoner was born! 😂

In the novel, Vic appears to be more intelligent than the other members of the gang, so I wanted him to be good at school but not necessarily the academic type. Vic is naturally very smart, but he's also unmotivated and afraid of failure, so he doesn't try very hard to challenge himself academically. If he doesn't strive for success, then there's no risk of disappointing anyone... including himself.

In the movie, Vic hardly has any lines, so I knew I wanted him to be the quiet type, but I didn't want him to be just another shy boy because that doesn't fit the Bowers Gang. That's a little too cute. Instead, I wanted to approach it more like Vic is an introvert who gets extremely exhausted talking to people, especially stupid people like he encounters every day at school. Socializing is a serious challenge for him, but he doesn’t want people to know he struggles with it. Vic would rather be seen as a moody, aloof asshole than someone who’s socially awkward or anxious in any way (because that would make him a target for bullying; he learned this at a young age). I have no idea why I made him a stoner, but it seemed to fit, and once again, I just ran with it. He self-medicates with weed and occasionally alcohol to dull himself and ease his anxiety. Makes sense, doesn't it?

I’m sorry, I never know how to answer these questions. I feel like Vic was a happy accident. I started off with a few random traits and just kept building off those chapter by chapter. That's pretty much what I do with everyone, which is why all the characters tend to get more complex as the story goes on. It's like peeling an onion.

Okay, I'm rambling. I'll stop now.

#answered asks #thanks for the ask! #bowers gang #victor criss #vic criss #it stephen king #it 2017 #it fanfiction #paper men #ambrossart

[starstruckodysseys]

you and me and the worlds in between

(or: ash has been nineteen a while. mia has been nineteen before, and she will be again, and again, and again.)

The end of the world comes in waves, because a single, all encompassing ending would be too satisfying.

Ash floats over the Atlantic Ocean, racing circles around a statue-esque Mia, whose dark hair flows in the wind the debris brings with it. Her perfect, dark skin is marred by ash - actual ash, not Ashleigh Schneider, who can only hope to touch her in such a way - and the bags under her eyes are such a deep purple they almost look black. She stares, unblinking, at the ocean before them, the water drying up and rocks falling around them, like mini meteors. They’re not strong enough to be anything terrifying, just a more concussive form of hail.

Ash has been nineteen a long time, long enough to have seen this play out before. They’ve watched empires fall and cities crumble to dust and the earth itself end and start back up again, like a movie being put on fast forward. It still leaves a bitter, coppery taste in their mouth every time.

They pause their gentle flapping to settle down next to Mia, and though she hardly spares them a glance, she brushes her hand against theirs, tilts her head toward them in silent acknowledgment. Ash has grown past the need for recognition, reciprocation. They’re content to sit in silence, to watch the world fall around them. It’s a strange place for a first date. Lucky them it isn’t their first.

Mia has been nineteen before, and she’ll be nineteen again, and again, and again. Ash has seen this before, too, watched the cycle repeat and repeat like a skipping CD player. They harness the weight of the world on their back and grin like it’s the first time they’ve been here.

Mia winces as a particularly large piece of rock crumbles down into the ocean. What's left of it, at least. She drags the toe of her boot across the dampened sand, drawing meaningless little lines in the grains.

“How come you chose to come out here?” She asks. There’s no judgment in her tone, only a monotone sort of curiosity.

Ash shrugs. “I wanted to see if it was still here, I guess.”

Here is a rotting, abandoned old beach house, one their parents used to own centuries ago. It hasn’t been kept up with - there’s mold in most of the closet corners, a bird’s nest in the rafters of the open living room, decaying blankets strung across clotheslines that can hardly hold their weight anymore. But it’s theirs, in a sense. The only rock they’ve had in their eternal life.

They don’t know why they’d asked Mia to come with them, though it’s not as if she’s any safer at home than with them. To be fair, her “home” is an empty apartment with a dad who hardly recognizes his daughter, and they don’t even know if it’s still standing. It might be better for her if it weren’t.

Another rock falls down, this one leaving a burnt out crater in the ground, scorch marks visible in its wake. Ash leans over, brushes a piece of dust off of Mia’s denim jacket, and stands up, dusting off their own ratty jeans. She looks up at them, finally, blue eyes meeting green.

“We should go,” they say by way of explanation. “It’s not- I don’t think it’s safe here.”

It’s not safe anywhere, and they both know that. Mia still takes their hand, and the only thing Ash notices as she uses it is leverage is how warm her palm is in theirs. She doesn’t pull away once she’s standing up. Ash isn’t quite sure what to do about it.

They swallow. “You ever wanted to see Pompeii?”

“I mean,” Mia hesitates. “Sure? I thought it was destroyed, though?”

“So is everything else,” Ash says with a shrug. “Are you coming or not?”

It’s a rhetorical question more than anything, because they already know the answer. Mia scoffs out a laugh, some semblance of a smile on her face, and Ash bites their cheek to stifle a grin.

For some odd reason, her hand is still in theirs. That’s alright, it just makes it easier for them to fly her away, up and over crumbling cities and fallen communities, evaporated oceans and broken bridges. The world sits in disarray, suspended in discord, dissonant tones coming together to create disaster. It’s almost beautiful, in a horrible sort of way. Ash has seen creation form in the rubble of chaos enough times to stop worrying about how they get there. They quite literally cannot die - you stop worrying about a lot of things once that happens.

Their hair, dark brown and matted and barely held back anymore by their headband, flows freely behind them. Mia manages to look as elegant as ever, even thousands of feet off the ground. She glances over to them, smiles faintly and fondly, and Ash feels the familiar sensation of their stomach swooping to the point it feels like they’re falling.

Mia’s life is tragedy in B minor - Elle had told them about music terms once, decades ago, huddled together on a piano bench in an era where their love was frowned upon, giggling like the schoolgirls walking down the sidewalk outside the speakeasy. It had been one of the first times Ash had met her. They’ve met countless variations now, of course, Janie and Lizbet and Allison and Ginny and Lila and hundreds upon thousands of others. She’s been nineteen a while. She doesn’t usually get very far past that.

She never remembers them. They’ve stopped expecting her to.

Pompeii is beautiful in a way that maybe only Ash can appreciate. After the second time you watch the world end, it kind of gets predictable, repetitious, redundant. So they’ve begun to pay attention to the details, focus on the smaller picture while they still can. It’ll be there, in some version, when they begin again, but for now they have a girl in her final hours beside them and they’ll be damned if they don’t make the time count.

They lead her down cobblestone pathways, through arches and columns overgrown with moss, to sit at the water’s edge. It’s more peaceful than the ocean, rippling calmly around them. The sun shines down on them, warm and comforting, almost like a blanket. For now, they’re content to sit in this peaceful moment. Mia leans her head on Ash’s shoulder, and they stare out at the volcano looming in front of them and ignore the sheen of tears that clouds their vision, internally blaming it on their glasses and heat flow and a million other things that aren’t the case.

Naturally, this is when the volcano erupts.

The sky turns blood red, which feels a little too on the nose for Ash’s liking. They don’t get to focus on that for very long, though, because smoke and ash fill the air, quickly followed by lava, boiling hot and angry. Ash can’t tell if it’s the smoke or the sulfur stench burning their lungs as they stand up as fast as possible. Mia moves to follow them, but she’s only human and can hardly move as fast as they can. They reach behind them to grab her.

They’ve never been fast enough to save her before. Why should they start now?

Her hands graze theirs for hardly a second, but when they turn around she’s lost to the haze surrounding them, caught in the sea of ash - actual ash, again, because Ashleigh’s never been the one to catch her. They’ve tried, of course, but nature has a plan and when there’s a will there’s a way, so they’ve learned what is meant to happen and done their best to prevent it every time, yet to no avail. They don’t know why they keep trying.

Yes, they do, and their reason is a girl who builds walls around her that only Ash has ever tried to knock down, who acts like she never cares until someone actually asks, who has lived and lived and lived and still manages to draw the short end of the stick every time. She’s one of the only things that’s remained consistent in their long life. They wonder if she knows that, sometimes, when she gets a certain kind of glimmer in her eye when she looks at them.

As they frantically float their way through the clouds of smoke, likely burning their lungs, but they’ve dealt with worse, they eventually catch up to the coughing and choking ahead of them. A moth drawn to a flame; they always have been, always hyper aware of her presence.

“Mia?” They call out hesitantly.

“Ash,” Mia chokes out, and when the smoke clears she’s crawling on her forearms toward them, her legs dragging behind her. “Ashleigh! I-” she coughs, “I lo-

“I know,” Ash soothes, because they’ve seen this film a thousand times. A lump forms in the back of their throat as they float down next to her. “I know.”

The funny thing about loss is that it never really gets easier the more it happens.

Two days after Ash turned nineteen, they fell ill. Deathly ill, everyone said, the healers and the scientists and even the gods, according to their parents. It led to them being bedridden for days that turned to weeks that turned to months. They’d accepted that they were going to die, in all honesty. So had Austin, yet he refused to leave their side anyway.

They couldn’t leave him alone, he said, though the tears clogged his throat so much they could hardly make out the words. They’re his other half, the one to understand him in the huge, cruel world.

Ash had squeezed his hand and apologized and danced around the words stuck behind their teeth.

They’d been more sure of dying than anything else in their life, which is why it had been such a shock when their mother came home, one day, a vial of pale red liquid in her hand. Drink, she’d said, and they had. Why shouldn’t they? Nothing else had worked, yes, and they had lost hope months ago, but their mother and their brother looked at them with hopeful, pleading eyes, and so they sipped the whole thing until it was gone.

To no one’s surprise - or at least, not their own, though they’re sure everyone else was less shocked and more hopeless by this point - nothing happened, the same as everything else they’d tried. But they slowly started to feel better, if better could mean not actively dying, and through some miracle, Ash had lived.

…And lived. And lived. And just kept on living, somehow, and it wasn’t until Austin was getting into his thirties - they’d always had good genes - that he noticed the two of them weren’t mirror images of each other anymore. Ash had felt older, but when they looked in the mirror they hadn’t changed a bit, not a wrinkle or graying hair in sight.

Their mother had unfortunately been gone for years by that point, but their father was still around to explain the potion of immortality she had been instructed to give to Ash.

It had been great, at first, not having to worry about dying - from old age, at least, because the thing they don’t tell you about immortality is that it doesn’t make you invulnerable. But then they’d sat by and watched as everyone they’d ever loved died practically before their eyes. Their mother, of course, was first, and then their father, and then, in a moment they try to forget as much as they try to remember, because it was their last with him, Austin. A piece of them died, that day, because he truly had been their other half, their rock in the storming ocean of life.

They’d found Mia - Eve, at the time - near the river in town, years and years down the line. It wasn’t love at first sight, but her long skirt billowed in the wind and her long, dark hair flowed behind her, and Ash had felt a certain kind of magnetic pull they couldn’t ignore.

It was the first time they’d met, but it certainly wasn’t the last. The world had ended and restarted over and over, but they kept finding their way back to one another, as if they were tied by some sort of string of fate. And, through it all, Ash kept on falling in love, helpless to the whims of whatever powers rested above them.

They’ve lost her countless times - she only stays nineteen for so long, after all. Maybe this time, though, they don’t have to.

Ash reaches out a hand toward the girl they swore their life to years ago, a smile on their face.

#guys i’m insane #wrote this for my creative writing class but tbh i kind of love it so. you can also have it #okay it’s actually like. kind of rushed pacing wise BUT it’s not really about the climax anyway #it’s more about the love story #reese’s pieces #reese’s ocs #this isn’t canon to their lore i just needed characters #love to put my ocs in an au #writers on tumblr #spilled ink

[universalfanfic]

IDDWTD Oneshot - "Decisions"

Lex's POV from Chapter 3 of IDDWTD, of meeting Peyton again after learning her 'secret'.

Thanks again to @hurniburn for the inspiration. :)

Peyton stood in the middle of the room, smiling at him. Her hair was loose around her shoulders like a blonde halo and she wore jeans and a shirt, no shoes; it was the most dressed down he’d ever seen her. Even at school. Lex didn’t think she’d ever look so good. So human.

She bid him to follow her with a casual gesture of her hand, and he followed. Followed her to the study and shut the door behind him as she flopped onto a chair. It was strange, seeing her move like that. Before now, he hadn’t quite realized how unnaturally the other Peyton moved. But seeing her behaving like everyone else, it highlighted the oddities. 

“Did you have to come over for proof,” she asked. “Because you could’ve just asked a question over the phone for that. You didn’t have to make a, what, half an hour drive?”

He absolutely did have to come see for himself.  

“You haven’t come back in almost three years,” he said. “I was starting to think maybe I’d imagined that conversation with you.”

And it was true. Three years was a long time to hold onto a brief conversation. In the following years Lex tried to convince himself of different, more logical, probabilities.

She’d been messing with him. Maybe one of her friends put her up to taunting him; seeing what ridiculous story he’d eat up. Maybe she’d taken something and was having a bad trip. Maybe she even believed what she was saying, but was crazy. 

And yet, somehow, he could never get himself to buy into any of the more realistic options.

No one had come to make fun of him for seeming to believe her, Annalise didn’t use drugs so Peyton was unlikely to, and usually when people had a mental break they behaved more erratically , not more sanely.

He wanted to know what was going on. He needed to know if she was telling him the truth. 

So he came to see her for himself. 

This Peyton looked as relaxed as someone in her position could be, she spoke how he remembered from when she trusted him enough to share her secret.

This time she shared about undergoing medical tests, and guilt coated his gut, creeping through his insides, as the pill in his pocket grew heavy. 

She trusted him. She spoke with him like an equal; like a friend. 

“Do you really think you’re dreaming,” he asked after her explanation. She’d mentioned that before. Dreaming. As if his world was the false one when time clearly didn’t stop just because she wasn’t aware of it.

“I used to.” “But not anymore?” “Not really.”

Lex couldn’t help the feeling of relief. At least he wouldn’t have to convince her that reality was real. This Peyton was a reasonable person. She could think critically and be introspective. She could draw conclusions. 

“How have you been, then?”

She asked about him. 

That was a stark feeling, every time. Despite the years between their meetings. This Peyton seemed to care about him, and it didn’t make sense. If she’d really only been present a few times, she hardly knew him. 

But she still cared.

People didn’t do that. 

From Lex’s experiences, people only pretended to care. Or they only cared for a reason. People cared about other people because it benefited them somehow, whether socially or monetarily or otherwise. His own father only cared about him because he needed an heir.

But this Peyton had no reason to care about him at all. 

She hadn’t once mentioned his father’s company or wealth. She hadn’t asked him for help or expected anything from him. If anything she seemed adamant about keeping distance between them. But even then she’d made it obvious it was because she thought the trouble would be a burden to him and not because of who he was. 

This Peyton, his Peyton, didn’t have any concept of who he or his dad was. She didn’t care if he was seen as a loser; she didn’t hold him being a Luthor over his head.

And it was horribly addicting. Like finding a patch of fresh water while being stranded at sea. Impossible, and even more impossible to ignore. 

She tried to ease the tension in the room, tried to comfort him, and while Lex knew it was foolish to be so open about his emotions to someone he barely knew in return, he couldn’t help the small smile at her attempts.

“I like you better.” He told her.  “Oh, come on. You don't even know me.” “If you stayed longer than a day I might.” 

She looked away from him, her brow furrowing, and anxiety mixed with dread pooled in Lex’s ribs.

“I have a life you know.” She said quietly, like an apology. Almost an apology. Part of him wanted it to be one. 

He wasn’t used to feeling so much at once. For the first time in a long time he wanted something; he hoped for something.

“I don't belong here,” she said. And she believed it. But Lex didn’t. 

Peyton needed his help. Didn’t she? He did, really, want to help her. The only trouble was her problem was a bit beyond his realm of experience. How was he supposed to convince her this world was the real one? That she belonged here and not somewhere else? Especially if he only had a few hours at most. 

If she was gone another three years, or more, what could he really do for her? They were both only getting older, more would be expected of them. If his Peyton left, he had no doubt the other would get into compromising and risky situations without someone there to babysit her. Situations that his Peyton would find horrid or humiliating. 

He got up and offered to serve them both coffee, relief flooding him as she accepted. The pill in his pocket rolled between his fingers as his chest tightened. 

He didn’t have a choice. There had to be a reason she was in his life. That she’d told him out of everyone her biggest secret. 

It would be an experiment. He’d see if something as simple as a sleep aid would really work; really stabilize her. 

He just needed more time. More time with her, to see who she really was, time to convince her of the truth, time to help fix her. 

Lex dropped the pill into the bottom of one mug and broke it into pieces with a glass stir stick. It dissolved into a cloudy haze as the hot coffee ate away at the small pieces. He topped the mug off with a healthy pour of creamer and scoop sugar. 

Maybe it wasn’t the most honest route to take. Maybe there were other options available, but he couldn’t think of any. None that would work in such a short amount of time. 

And if a person fell unconscious after refusing first aid, you didn’t ignore them. You helped them anyway, because it was the right thing to do. This was the same thing. 

It was. 

She took a few sips from the mug and settled back into her chair. Didn’t put the mug down, clearly planning to keep drinking it. Lex stopped himself from smiling as his spine finally loosened and he could breathe without having to think about it. 

Friends helped each other, and he was determined to help her as much as she’d helped him. 

Even if she didn’t understand that she needed it.

#my writing #iddwtd #just thought i'd post this here too! #lex's povs are fun :) #his morality is very ... gray #very rationalized #peyton woods #am i stalling actual writing by doing this? #perhaps

[josiebelladonna]

okay, pro-ai people, what you got for me.

do your worst-

mmmkay, keep going

true, and you know, this was something that i believed would happen with merely the natural progression of technology and everything, as a building off digital art. but that’s not what’s happening, though—it’s also not “replicating” human-made art, it’s straight-up taking the data around it and storing it in algorithms. biggest missed opportunity i’ve seen… ever. in my whole life.

that’s beside the point, though—something tells me this guy has never done a speed drawing or speed paint before. but again, beside the point. what’s happening is typing into the algorithm to make whatever and then boom, done. absolutely zero effort.

let’s be real: i don’t care about engagement. sometime last year i decided i just wasn’t going to give a shit about it anymore because it doesn’t mean anything when you think about it. but my instagram likes have steadily fallen off a cliff since september: my reach has been phenomenal, though, i get at least 1000 people looking at me on a monthly basis and that’s on a weak month like december, too; but likes have been utterly abysmal lately. things i thought would be huge like my erotic drawings and yet people hardly bat an eye at them. it’d be easy to assume that “huh, there’s no place for this girl, especially since her art doesn’t look like anything else i’ve seen before. where do you place her?”

it’s something that has nagged at me for years, my place in the art world that is. it’s not anime because a.) it just isn’t—greatly influenced by it, but that’s not what it is, though; b.) that’s incorrect terminology anyway: anime is animation, manga is printed work; and c.) it just isn’t. i don’t fit in manga/anime circles for this reason, and i also don’t fit into cartoonist circles for this reason, too—cartoonists have gotten alarmingly cutthroat as of late, too, going on about their politics instead of making stuff that moves me. it’s really weird, and tragic, too, like you can only talk about that stuff before it gets exhausting and you’re wishing for your own alex skolnick.

i’m also seeing things like “it’s being framed as a crypto grift when it’s being done by actual artists” to which i say you’re probably looking at straight digital art for all we know—which tells me we’ve passed the point of no return there.

apparently, this guy started out as a traditional artist (account was started in 2017) and then switched to ai and—  you’re going to buy into an illusion because it’s the latest thing at the expense of your own roots and call it “ludditism”. god, that’s upsetting.

wait, wait, wait… did you miss something here? i feel like that above tweet should’ve led into something.

also, “there’s no need to hate something simply because it’s different.” there you go again with the “anti-ai is ableist” horseshit. i read about this when it started coming forth into the foray, and i always do, too: as an artist and someone who reads and has an extensive scientific background so i literally think like a scientist, this shit should sound off alarm bells everywhere.

i love how this guy just says “don’t be afraid because you’re wrong” and then does fuck all to back it up. paramount signs of blind leading the blind—it’s really weird because once you sift through the playground insults and the sense of entitlement, that’s really all what the pro-ai argument boils down to. seriously, go on twitter or the ai tag here on tumblr right now and see the pro-arguments that are meant to be mediating: they all have that air of “because i said so” and they don’t tell you anything—or they’re like mike portnoy and they’re like “but it’s so cool though!!”

worse, these people are so far gone in it that there’s no convincing them otherwise, even if you back it up and follow the research and show them the truth. they’re quickly reaching the level of trumpers and pro-lifers. they are just so convinced that they’re the ones telling the truth that they get all misty-eyed about it and yet you get absolutely nothing from them when you approach them logically. you learn nothing… except how they are as people, of course, and you find that it was nothing more than emotionally manipulative propaganda.

abortion is healthcare, not ~murder of babies~ (and being anti-abortion has roots in antisemitism and rape apology, too, so pro-life feminists can stop lying to us) trump is hitler 2.0 and magats (idk what they’re called, there’s about 12 different names for them) are the new nazis and ai is an existential threat whether you want to believe it or not.

too bad. IT’S NOT ART. IT’S THEFT AND ANTIHUMAN.

you didn’t say anything??

also, fuck twitter for making the most-replied tweets the most visible now, god, i’m glad i don’t have an account on there anymore.

by the way, i checked the replies under that thread, and—

did no one learn from 2016? i mean, jesus christ, it wasn’t even that long ago. “oh, the pandemic! the pandemic has warped my perception of time! wah wah wah!”  listen, when you close yourself off to a vacuum like this, you only receive feedback that backs you up and kisses your ass rather than challenge you and help you grow and learn and bust down your own pretenses… god forbid. fake news was actually a thing (until it wasn’t), and there still is hordes upon hordes of misinformation about covid and the vaccines, and it all comes down to not questioning and going, “maybe this isn’t the truth, maybe the truth is somewhere else or maybe it’s inside me. maybe the vaccine does work after all. maybe there is something that does resonate with me from the other side of the aisle. maybe this cool thing really is pernicious and i’m only believing my own bullshit because i’m the one who’s actually afraid.” also, hot take: memes contribute to propaganda because they’re based on punchlines and specific context rather than tell you something you should know. i can’t say how many times i see a meme anywhere and i have no idea what the hell it’s supposed to mean.

i like how that top tweet—nice touch with the “nft” in the username, too. yeah, people still take crypto seriously after the bottom dropped out on the market and i haven’t seen a commercial for it since last march—just reinforces the doom mindset that i’m seeing a lot of legit artists resign to (please don’t, i’m begging you, you are letting them win by undertaking this mindset)… as if there’s no such thing as legislation or artists banning together against this. they think no one can write petitions or get the ball rolling and make someone in a position of authority really look at the ethical implications of ai.

really, i want someone to look into starting a petition, do something to get the ball rolling to their congressman or whoever to really look at the ethics behind ai to expose the truth about it and maybe do something about it because it’s only a matter of time before the hollow propaganda wins. yeah, congress is what it is, but it’s something, though. it’s called making use of the tools that you have at your disposal, even if they don’t function at the ideal level, something that’s been with us from the first time our ancestors created fire. unlike h.r. puff n stuff here^, i actually want art to go places. and not because i said so.

#i should be writing #just needed to say this #ai art #ai art theft #ai art community #ai art is fake art #ai art is stolen art #ai art is art theft #ai art is theft #ai art isn't real art #fuck ai art #fuck ai writing #support human artists #twitter #text

[chaoticgardenbread]

Ten Random Lines

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people. I was tagged by @scottxlogan Thank you for the tag!

I’m tagging: @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea @scottxlogan (no pressure if you don't wanna do this again) and everyone else who wants to have a go

I lol-ed because I only have 12 fics up, and it wasn't much of a headache to pick. Here's a guide if you want to skip or zoom in on a particular ship/fandom-

1-4: VanDieter (Army of the Dead)

5: DigShot (Arrow)

6-7: FrostIron (The Avengers)

8-10: WolveSilver (X-Men)

Here goes under the cut!

Fifth time’s the charm (VanDieter)

Dieter knocks, taking an expectant step back as he stands outside Vanderohe’s room, smelling a little too fruity after his shower, beaming as he thinks back to the events of the past hour, where Vanderohe had most definitely kissed him, before instructing him to come over anytime he’s ready. 

It was something he could do forever, Dieter contemplates while waiting. He never felt love quite like this before, and Dieter was sure that apart from Vanderohe, he might have really only been in love just once.

“Are you always this happy?” Vanderohe says with amusement, as he opens the door for Dieter.

2. On the edge of the precipice (VanDieter)

Guz and Chambers were menaces, honest to god— which was probably, and unfortunately, one of the many reasons why they got along with Diet like a house on fire.

3. A series of firsts (VanDieter)

“We could make this a thing,” Vanderohe says, drawing circles with this thumb around the inside of Dieter’s wrist.

“Are you a mind reader now?” Dieter catches himself smiling for what must be the thousandth time since the day started, “I would very much like for this to be a thing”.

4. How to stage an intervention: Chambers’ Edition (VanDieter)

Sometimes the muted resonance shatters and Dieter resonates. Feels everything from his heartbeat to the smell of rain, to the comfort and thrill of the night. Gives as much as he gets.

Somedays, like today, the endorphins consumed him. The space in his chest light like it was floating outside of him.

5. New Beginnings (DigShot)

A couple of weeks after Oliver and Felicity’s return to Star City found Diggle at the end of his wits. The entire Ghost situation was a clusterfuck; not that he expected any less, but he couldn’t say that he had expected, nor was he adequately equipped for, everything that the situation landed on his plate. Bloodlust. The dead coming back to life. Magic. Most of all, a brother he didn’t know anymore. 

Oliver had encouraged him to try. Diggle didn’t know what to make of the unsolicited advice. It might have been more convincing had Oliver not felt like a bed of roses fresh out of his honeymoon. Lawton had conversely blessed him with an unimpressed look that said: he was stupid for even considering; a calculated, rational conclusion, the only one which the darker side of the assassin was capable of. But just because it was sound didn’t mean that Diggle had to like it. The deliberation had escalated into a heated exchange of words, a scuffle, and finally, to him getting the cold shoulder. Diggle pointedly chose not to spare any thought about why it affected him the way it did. 

6. Controlled Chaos (FrostIron)

“Dum-E!” Tony’s indignant squawk thankfully derailed that train of commentary. Tilting his head, Loki notes that the said bot was now pressed against him following its close pursuit of them in their tour of its home. “Don’t antagonize Loki like that, god knows he’s more likely to actually dismantle you and use you for knife practice”

“Hardly,” Loki clarifies, unable to stop his right eye from twitching at the notion of using something so sentient for knife practice of all things. Such an exercise hardly bode any good results for the wielder— something he decided Tony strictly didn’t need to know. 

7. Home is Where the Heart is (FrostIron)

“Please say you don’t wanna bail, Houdini,” the said menace was now looking at him with wide pleading eyes. “I was promised three days of you waltzing me around this place,” Likely the widest he could possibly manage.

Meddling, sentimental fool . Loki thinks with an affectionate huff.

“That insult had better not be meant for me,” his lover complains without missing a beat, nose scrunched up in mock offence. 

Loki arches an eyebrow in confusion. He most certainly had not said that out loud. 

“Oh c’mon Lokes,” the genius has the audacity to roll his eyes at Loki’s confusion, “every time you huff, there’s an insult to be found in there somewhere,”

The man made a fair point.  

8. Two Halves of the Same Whole (WolveSilver)

Where Wolverine expects pain, there is nothing. 

For a moment, Logan is confused. When the confusion clears, he notices the silver-haired mutant braced above him by the side of the remote temple that he’s been spending the better half of his day trying to reach. 

Logan has only seen Quicksilver in passing. He’s only ever offered the younger mutant a nod of acknowledgment when they cross paths. He doesn’t know anything beyond the fact that Quicksilver has superspeed, talks way too much, and his father is a grade-A asshole. It somehow makes the current situation where Quicksilver is starting to slump over him, a gaping hole in his side, much, much worse. 

9. Life in Technicolor (WolveSilver)

Not being able to catch a break proves itself to be a very much persistent sentiment when ‘lousy co-sleeper' turns out to be a gross understatement.

Quicksilver, the one that’s 50 years too young, mutters something in his sleep before flipping over with vigor and kicking him in the shin. Logan grunts in frustration, stirring for the umpteenth time since he’s said his goodnights to the speedster. It isn’t something he’d ordinarily do, but this Quicksilver is nothing if not insistent. 

This Quicksilver is also much more fidgety compared to what Logan’s ordinarily used to, and he hasn’t caught a decent wink of sleep yet. 

10. Ritalin (WolveSilver)

“Logan?”

“Yeah, Pete?”

“Are you tired of me?” 

“What— no, of course not,” Logan says slowly, postcoital lull shattering as Peter’s question sends a wave of alarm spiking all the way up to his throat. So help him, because he had thought that they were doing well enough, and now it appears that Logan’s most certainly not doing something right. It can’t be the sex that’s lacking, so perhaps it’s the number of dates they’ve been on, or perhaps the type of attention that’s the problem. Logan decides that the easiest way to find out is to ask. “Elaborate. What brought this on?”

#thanks for the tag! #ten random lines #fanfic #vandieter #digshot #frostiron #wolvesilver

[todayisafridaynight]

NO YEAH Ichi being The Baby of the family was definitely a contributing factor in Arakawa mellowing out. It's one thing with Jo and the others being grown men when they joined, but Ichi's not only younger than even Arakawa was, but is of course also the exact same age as his son. I do think it's worth considering.

Especially with RGGO because RGGJo couldn't have been older than 18 or 19 when he joined, and that's if he and Ichi joined almost back-to-back. Y7Arakawa's got pretty solid reasons to turn Ichi away consistently for as long as he did, but I've always wondered what made RGGOArakawa do that when Jo is hardly any older.

Pure Speculation Here, but he's honest about not wanting Jo to kill people anymore (not that he listens because like Mine he has I Know Best disease) and being bothered by it, so perhaps if there is anything there, it could be partly about regretting who he's shaped Jo into being and not wanting to repeat those mistakes with Ichi. And with those themes of powerlessness being reinforced with regard to Y7Jo's violent tendencies, it is potentially interesting to examine when it comes to looking at Y7 in relation to RGGO <- hasn't connected shit

Speaking of, I was thinking that might be why Y7Arakawa doesn't have The Drip. Because the point of the decision to have RGGOArakawa and RGGJo both predominantly wear a neutral shade with an accent color and then have their palettes be complete opposites was, I think, to set them up directly as foils. Whereas of course with Y7Arakawa and Y7Jo, once you peel back a layer or two, they have that inverted coordination Thing going on and are perfectly harmonized. But this is why you using Jo's pink and purple is galaxy-brained lol we COULD'VE still had it

ALSO I probably should've explained it to begin with but 223 = 2 in katakana is pronounced tsu and the kanji for 3 can be read as mi :')

16 v 18 can be big for some people versus other people- like how 18 is technically an adult in most cases, so i can see that being a reason as to why RGGOarakawa would be more lenient towards jo versus ichi 😷

naw i think that a fair connection to make it dont seem like a hard one to believe anyway ♪(´▽｀) i mean i dont imagine jo was AS brutal as he is nowadays versus when he first joined the family, and i want to believe arakawa mightve eventually noticed that shift at some point. again with ichi being so young (and being just about masatos age too) it's sort of like. How Do I Give This Kid A Decent Future With The Cards He Has yk what i mean

yeah that makes sense. in y7, we've already talked bout how jo is less of The antagonist and is more of a cog in the machine, so to speak: he more so contributes to the real antagonist as opposed to starting or doing anything by himself for his own personal motivations (tho ig his motivations are linked with masato but we get what i mean), so it makes sense for his and arakawa's wardrobes to contrast less (esp if they're supposed to be on the same team with relatively the same goal. in an awkward way).

i wont act like im super smart when it comes to drawing things- i REFUSE to lie and say i draw arakawa with the rggo drip for any reason aside from Its Fire As Hell BUT im glad we can still make the outfit still carry some meaning despite that LMAO (❁´◡`❁) at the very least i can say i genuinely did give him jo's purple and pink intentionally to connect them and for once not cause im lazy and didnt want to get new shades for himvjlajvl

#long post #snap chats #ALSO YEAH I ASSUMED IT WAS A NUMBER PUN THING im just so used to reading three as 'san' ☠️ #like 'tsu' is at least close enough to 'two' so in my brain its like 'oh yeah that makes sense' but anyway 😩 #SORRY FOR THE NINE YEAR RESPONSE TIME LMAO i was tired after that comic from last night #i tried to type up somethin but it was mostly just Garble so i figured id just wait until i was Relatively rested #not like what ive said makes any much more sense but its better than what i had at 2AM ☠️

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Another ask game that no one asked for...

I reblogged it, but no one seemed to have noticed, so here are my answers:

1. I have Sketchbook, but I don’t use it anymore. I just don’t want to delete it because there are quite a few artworks on there that I like, but never showed off.

2. I don’t know about being easier, but I just prefer drawing characters facing left. for some reason.

3. I’m not too sure...

4. I love drawing Bandit, but he can occasionally be hard to draw, especially traditionally. Stripe’s probably also a pain to draw traditionally...

5. I think I post most of my art online, especially now that I feel I get better quality art by using Clip Studio.

6. I’m not sure...

7. I don’t know...

8. I had ideas for lots of comics and animations, but gave up because they’re too hard...

9. I don’t even know what this one means...

10. Considering I don’t really draw clothing, I can’t really say...

11. I listen to a lot of music. Recently, it’s mostly been the same song on loop for a whole day...

12. Maybe the head? IDK...

13. I don’t think I can think of one...

14. I hardly know what a motif is...

15. Just in my bedroom.

16. I don’t really know...

17. No.

18. A couple of colored pencils...

19. I don’t really draw in inanimate objects...

20. I don’t know...

21. I have quite a few artist friends that draw beautifully...

22. None.

23. No, because I don’t know how they work lol...

24. Yes, but only when I’m drawing someone for the first time. After that, I just use my own art as reference for colors, patterns, etc. I use myself as references for poses, gestures, and when holding items.

25. Somebody once said one of my art pieces (they didn’t clarify which) had a Charlie and Lola style to it...

26. A lot the expressions I give the characters make people think different things, so I’ve seen quite a few comments on my art guessing different things...

27. Sometimes, I scribble random things, and I’ve posted a few of my scribbles...

28. I did Art Fight, for like half the event. I’ve applied to a zine recently, but I’m unsure if I’ll even get in.

29. The Owl House and DuckTales are starting to fade off my ‘I want to draw something with these characters’ list, being honest...

30. I’d say a lot of my pieces don’t get enough love, but I’m sure it’s just because I haven’t quite hit the sweet spot of an audience...