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lollipopliccer · 4 months

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𝔄 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead! proceed with caution… ❦ light angst , happy ending , ex getō suguru , tattoo artist suguru , set in a tattoo parlour , soft dom geto , praise , cunnilingus , masochism , light sadism & impact play , ig semi public and i guessss office sex

the descriptions of this tattoo experience is not accurate, i dunno shit abt tattoos (even tho i rlly wanna get one). so don't bite my fucking dick off with the technicalities! lets just b happy that i acc posted this hehehe

word count ; 5k ish

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love letter ❦ … hiiiii lollipops 🪷 i just wanted to say thank u sm for the love on my debut fic i rlly appreciated it. i’m rlly excited for y’all to read this new one EEEEE. this one was also long as helllll (¬_¬), shit has just been ridiculous in my life rn so sorry abt the delay, i don’t even know y it took me this long just to write 5k ugh anywayyy. i’m excited, cus i always eat up geto tattoo artist head-cannons, mmmm they’re just so mm mm mm tasty. anyway this is my first time writing some angst, i usually stay clear away from any typa angst, i’ve already got enough of that in my life plss haahaa, i don’t even know what possessed me to dip my toe in it, but don’t worry it’s very light. okayy enough of the babble, pls enjoy my fic, and i’d appreciate all ur interaction, reposts, comments, feedback blah blah… mwah mwah mwah ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

'i'm so excitteedddd' you squeal, as your best friend nobara parks her car, beside the tattoo parlor. you both had been planning your tattoos together for a few weeks now settling on the most beautiful matching heart design on both your bikini lines, whilst individually having unique patterns going through the (tatted) hearts.

"you better not fucking scream when you're actually under the gun" nobara chastises laughing.

"fuck you bitch, you already know i'm bad like that, not even gonna flinch" you taunt, as you both get out of her car.

you decided on wearing a fitted, short black dress, that accentuated your curves and hips but would also be easily manoeuvrable for your tattoo placement. shoko Ieiri your tattoo artist made sure you were comfortable with your design and placement.

underneath your dress, you wore bikini bottoms with side ties, for the same reasons as the dress - paired with some white trainers with pink embellishments. you complete your outfit with jewellery. including your pandora bracelet with silver and pink charms, a necklace, and stud earrings.

you both walk into the parlour, it's decorated all over its dark blue walls with a myriad of paintings, sketches, and different artworks. nobara leads you to the front desk as she had booked the appointment. you're greeted by a raven-haired girl with a short pixie cut.

"hey, are you guys here for your appointment?" she asks, as you notice her name tag- 'maki', and her tattoos and scars peeking through her top.

"yeah, um we had an appointment for 6:30 pm" nobara states, you can see her start to blush at maki.

"cool, yeah i'll check that out for you, umm..." maki responds

nobara so obviously interested in maki, decides to flirt, while you absent-mindedly look at the artwork placed across the shop. it's truly captivating, the deep dark hues and colours, so beautifully drawn, depicting what you could only describe as demons. they were more abstract than the stereotypical depiction, but these works somehow gave more meaning and conveyed more torment.

"so how long have you been working here, maki right?" nobara asks

"yeah, i started some months ago."

"that's cool, i love your tats”

“thank you, i um did some of em myself, nobara right?” maki responds getting nobara’s name from the booked appointment slot

“yeah…” nobara smiles shyly

“…are those your sketches up there? nobara asks, pointing to one of the sketches you've been staring at, there's a familiarity to the work displayed. but you can't put your finger on it.

"no um that's actually from another tattoo artist's, geto." maki answers.

you almost freeze, just from the mention of his name "who?!"

"uhh geto suguru, he owns the place, his artwork is all over these walls" maki responds to you.

a shiver runs up your spine "oh..."

"on that note, i'm sorry for the inconvenience girls, but shoko, your tattooist she had to take our other colleague gojo to the hospital- broke his arm doing some dumb shit. so she won't be able to actually give you your tattoo’s today, however we're able to swap her in for geto suguru, he just got back into town and is just as talented"

"shit" nobara turns to you, already knowing the issue from just his name alone, "yn i had no idea omg, i should've checked better, we can leave"

"nah there'll be no need for that, right yn?" you hear his voice. his silky deep voice, it always had that raspy quality that made your knees go weak. another shiver runs down your spine. you whip around.

"why tf are you here?" you sneer.

"uhh i work here…" he answers deadpan.

you turn back around, after giving him a lethal sneer, "hey um maki is there any other artist today?"

"no, i'm sorry, everyone else is booked." she apologises

"and anyway, it'll be a hassle for you guys if you were to reschedule," geto states

you simply stare at nobara refusing to even glance at him.

"come on yn" geto insists gently, leaning closer to you. your back to him. your name on his lips has you reeling, how softly he calls to you, like no other.

nobara waits for what you want to do, and if you're comfortable being tattooed by your ex in such an intimate area?

"let's get this done", you tell nobara, you turn around to face geto who has that enticing smirk.

as you follow him to his workspace, nobara hangs back reassured that you're comfortable being with your ex. you get the chance to truly take him in since last you saw him. his tattoo’s have grown, as he's painted a whole-sleeved dragon across his left arm, slithering out of his tight-fitted black t. your eyes roam all over his body, soaking in his confident stride, his height, taller than you remember. the way he ties part of his black, luscious hair in the bun is similar but different from the way you remember, leaving the rest of his hair to hang past his shoulders. but his right-hand tattoo is as you remember. a rose’s stem covered in thorns, wrapped around his hand, you can't help but still have your heart swell from that.

as he opens the door for you, you strut past him in silence, he of course responds with an eye roll to your petulance. his workspace is decorated with more of his works, some unfinished, yet so mesmerising you can't look away from them, they seem to depict a greater depth, too intimate for the outer world. the deep hues of dark royal blues, blacks, and green meld together, casting an otherworldly aura. the demons here have this eerie elegance, their features subtly tormenting, evoking such sorrows.

"if you're not comfortable with me tattooing you, we don't have to, i will let you reschedule free of charge-" "i know." you state, without hesitation. and with that, the silence returns as geto smiles slightly, he then grabs his equipment, lining them up, his needle gun, ink, etc.

"why did you insist on me not rescheduling then?" you taunt

"i wouldn't say i instisted" geto defends.

"mmm really? cus i'd even say you implored" you smirk. seeing you smile… he wonders how he could’ve forgotten how magnetic it is.

"i just wanted to see you…”

a pause.

"you broke up with me." you interrupt coldly, both of you are reminded of your separation...

… you begged him to stay. the pain you felt completely consumed you, leaving you empty…

geto holds your gaze. your eyes filled with anger, but also longing. you try to conceal your feelings by turning around.

"yn..." he calls out to you, but you ignore him, seemingly too entranced by a random splotch on the wall, while trying to hold it all in "...yn look at me", geto approached.

you turned around slowly. almost stubbornly, you made sure to look him in his eyes, those deep dark orbs that never failed to suck you into a world of intensity and sensitivity. you both hold each other's gaze, so much said between each other, longing, and regret.

"i am sorry yn, i-" in his attempt to express his apology, you immediately stride past to sit on the tattoo bed, too overwhelmed.

"-right so like from a scale of 1-10, 10 being i'm gonna need to b fucking sedated, how painful is this tat going to be" you ramble, trying to divert the conversation.

you ignore his sigh, as he walks to his chair. he then chooses to focus on preparing his equipment, sterilising them, all that shit. "the tattoo shouldn't be that painful, especially as you requested numbing cream."

"cool" you respond curtly, you follow his actions on focusing on the task at hand, and lift up the side of your dress, to expose the side you were getting tatted on.

when geto looks back he sees your pink bikini bottoms with string ties, he looks away trying to keep his composure "just want you to give me an idea where you want your heart and thorns”.

you clear your throat a little, to try and calm your nerves, “um just around here, i trust your um artistic inclinations. have some freedom with it, i know its kinda simple but i um- the thorns i want them to wrap around, please.”

“of course, yn”

geto trying his best to make this experience as comfortable as possible begins applying the numbing cream. he looks you in your eyes, to see if there were any remaining apprehensions, finding none, the gun comes to life.

“you tell me how you’re feeling throughout this process, if anything feels off with what i am doing, you tell me, do you understand?” geto instructs, his firmness, and apprehension to cause you any unnecessary harm stirs things in you. things you’ve tried repressing, tried to move on from, evidently unsuccessfully.

you nod in response adding a “yes”. and so begins the process, as geto brings needle to skin, his art begins to mark you. the initial twitch of pain you feel is subdued by the numbing cream generously applied. although you can’t help the slight yelp that falls from your lips, which geto catches onto and immediately soothes “shhh it’s okay, the cream will kick in soon won’t feel a thing hun”. his words soothe you, as they always used to, leading you to simply whimper in slight pain. you can’t help but look at him, at how he’s completely focused on your brown skin, that he marks by his hands.

…

as the hours go on, you slowly see geto’s work, his art come together, the red hues of the heart mixing together with slight pinks but also contrasted shades of black, to provide it with such depth, teasing the later depictions of darkness the thorns will add. you are in complete awe of this man, of his work, as you watch him work completely zoned in, despite any dull pain mumbling under the numbing cream.

as your focus lays on him- memories, old feelings of pain, sadness, and confusion begin to bubble again, and you blurt…

“why did you leave?”

a pause…

followed by silence… your demand for answers hanging over you both, while he still remains focused on your tattoo, you remain waiting. you know he heard you.

“i found myself in darkness again, yn, but that time it was even more challenging.. my hallucinations, my night terrors all came back, i was in it deep…” he pauses trying to find his words, and you give him that space “… i knew you were there for me, holding me when i woke up screaming. you stood by me…” he paused

“…however i couldn’t let you do that, i couldn’t bring you there with me. not when i couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world. i needed to find myself again, my purpose. and i know the way i left you, was cold, and confusing, and i am truly sorry, but i had to do it for myself.” as you listen attentively, watching him intently, he slowly gazes at you, pausing his work. your eyes meet with such intensity, such ache, and you start welling up, finally understanding everything, no longer being left with nothing but a cold departure.

“i’m sorry- m’so- ‘m so so sorry geto” tears cascade down your face, geto is quick to wipe them away, softly holding your precious face.

“sshh, ssh baby, don’t be silly mmm, you did nothing wrong, and i’ve been doing better. so much better. finding new channels to express how i feel, what i see.” referring to the intricate art that decorated his walls.

you sniffle, you feel so guilty and ashamed, for the resentment you harboured against him when he was out there trying to fight his way out of such a dark mental space. “they’re beautiful.” you sniffle

“not a day goes by that i don’t think about you, that i don’t regret the way i left. i would’ve come back but i thought you would move on...”

“i didn’t.” you respond

“neither did i.”

with your admissions to one another, a comforting silence fell, filling the room with sweet serenity, and you both found yourselves tethered together once again, holding each other’s gaze, filled with yearning.

you were the first to break, averting your gaze, feeling like it was the first time meeting, how your butterflies bloomed and fluttered, riddled with carnal hunger for him. the paradox of your feelings for him always consumed you, almost driving you mad, only geto could set you so ablaze.

the needle resumed its course, mechanically piercing your skin. both your attentions returned to their original positions.

the only difference being the shift in the atmosphere, the reignition of your feelings for one another, but this time at a tenfold from the time spent apart, wanting no other.

“ahh it’s getting a little sore geto” you whine in slight pain

“sorry yn, we’re moving onto the thorns now, we’ll soon be done, why don’t you take a look at it for me, tell if you don’t like anything?”

as he wipes over the completed heart, filled with colours and dimensions, so deep and beautiful, truly depicting more than you could imagine, it’s medium-sized maintaining a slight cuteness to the art, but still depicts chaos within, which geto clearly understood about you, and so was best to depict it.

“i love it.” you squeal, looking into his eyes, as he looks for reassurance from you. his vibrant smile brightens his face, you hadn’t seen it in so long, and it warmed you.

“good, we’re going to move to the thorns, wrapped down your thigh, why don’t you tell me about your choice of thrones?” geto asked so he could understand your thought process behind the tattoo.

you were apprehensive to reveal your thorns, largely from a place of embarrassment. you didn’t want to show how much he had affected you, and still did, but you did not want to lie to him especially after, he revealed himself so intimately to you.

the thorns, um, i got them from you…” geto halts at this, looking at you in slight confusion “they stemmed from me just wanting to have a piece of you still with me, something that i remembered, that reminded me of you… the thorns, the ones you have on your rose.” in explaining, you feel bold enough to touch the inked rose on his right hand, grazing your fingers over the thorns

suguru can hardly conceal his feelings. “i missed you.” geto states. his dark, sleek eyes told you how he burned for you.

“i missed you too suguru.” you whisper. your feelings flood your body, making you tingly- his intensity holds you in place. you’re both focussed on one another, suguru begins to smile feeling the warmth of your fingers touching him so delicately.

"lets continue your tattoo, i don't wanna fuck it up" suguru states, slowly bringing his hand away from your touch, even though he wanted nothing more than to let you touch him all over. to feel how those pretty acrylics, decorated in bows and charms along his skin, but he didn't want to mess this up, he wanted to tattoo you perfectly.

"okay" you respond, almost dissapointedly. wanting to feel him under your fingertips. you'd settle for now to feel his hands on your thighs, holding them to get his angles right, you were beginning to realise that you wanted more than just to stroke his hand. you want him to mark you all over, with more than just his needle gun.

"you've gotta try and stay still for me yn, i know it hurts, but it'll be over soon" suguru soothed, as his eyes narrowed around the curves of your thighs, the way they flexed and trembled slightly as you whimpered due to the numbed pain.

"okay... can i hold onto you?" you ask. he responds with a nod. you grip his arm, wanting to feel tethered- you don't remember him being so well-built, his biceps feel thick and powerful, almost hard to the touch as he flexes per his movements.

...

you're now a few hours into the tattoo, suguru’s taking his time, to add such beautiful details. the tension between the two of you is palpable, but the air is no longer filled with animosity, but rather intimacy. knowing you though, and how impatient you are suguru already sees it coming when you-

"sug i'm fucking borreeddd" the numbing cream obviously doing its job to reduce the pain to something dismissible, suguru chuckles finding your impatience so familial and adorable.

"it's barely been two hours" suguru forever sassy, remarks, rolling his eyes at ur moodiness. "now stay still, you're messin up my work." suguru states, you huff and bite your tongue, as you don’t want to fuck up his flow, you already know he works best when he’s zoned-in on a task.

you decide to catch up with him, your curiosity building, you've both missed so much from each other's lives. "i like your parlour. i would've bet money you'd turn your art into tattoos, you were too talented to let your art hide in your sketches"

suguru smiles again, "yeah? it was either this or burning down the town", he jokes and makes you both laugh, due to the absurdity. however, you both knew, there was some truth to it, which honestly added to your laughs

"right, of course committing arson, and potential mass murder is an obvious alternative." you sarcastically quip

"what you don't agree, i know you're not much better at keeping your chaos in check," he teases, his eyes locking onto yours.

you feel yourself flush, feeling seen- so you try staying on track to your original plan to catch up with him, "when did you open this place?"

"well actually gojo was the one who invested in my passion"

"that's so sweet"

"yeah, he's a fucking asshole, always all up in my business," he remarks, with a small smile, feigning annoyance. you can feel the fondness behind his words.

you notice how suguru smiles, how he teases, just like he used to, & still has that assertive and confident allure to him, that natural dominance and assuredness in himself, that he almost lost. your conversation with one another continued, bantering off one another. you make each other laugh and snicker and your heart can’t help but swell.

...

your feelings for him set aflame once again. this time with a ferocity you could barely contain. only heightened by the dull pain that he controlled with his needle, marking you so prettily. the assured control suguru had over your body was so seductive, it made places other than your tatted thigh, start to ache, start to ache so badly.

finally, geto lays the finishing touches on your tattoo, clearing up the intricate lines, adding shadings and highlights, and then wiping over the tattoo.

"okay, it's done. you can go check it in the mirror, let me know if you hate it." geto keeping his gaze low somewhat anxious to see your reaction.

as you approach the full-body mirror attached to the opposite wall, you couldn't possibly understand his apprehension because when you lay eyes on your tattoo, you are completely awestruck. you fall completely in love with his markings, the way the thorns pierce through the heart and sliver down your left hip, and thigh, wrapping them gorgeously.

you are lost for words, your lips part with a gasp, and when you bring your eyes up onto suguru through the mirror, you see how he watches you. following from your thighs decorated in his work, marking your body so seductively. then he focuses on how your dress is bunched up on those hips, those hips he’s held, and soothed over for hours today, but his mind wanders... reminiscing about all those times he used to handle and caress all over your plump thighs. how he would mould your body any way he pleased.

he watched as you held the undone ties of your pretty bikini bottoms, it made him salivate. his eyes cast over your dress- the way it hugged your body so exquisitely, propping up your boobs so prettily. the way your butt peaks out of the bunched-up dress, and how your breathing picked up, flustered from his heated gaze.

"i love it sug." you whisper softly.

"yeah?" he smirks. growing bolder, he walks up to you, and you don’t dare avert your eyes from his, through the mirror. you love the way his top hugs his thick muscular shoulders. his broad upper back being so beautifully emphasised, and how his sculpted chest has his nipple piercings teasing through his top. you salivate at his slim waist. ugh he's such a slut. you love the way his body is perfectly decorated in his art, marking his skin; and adorning his arms, and his neck, which is wrapped with a chain, you remember gifting him.

when he reaches you, he has to crouch down, flexing his strong thighs and calves hidden under his baggy bottoms, but you still have to look up at him to maintain eye contact, which he demands with his own. suguru holds the bottom of your thigh just under where the tattoo ends.

"how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his sharp gaze still honed on you

you whimper faintly because of the dull sting and ache from the tat

"a little sore sug, but it feels good, i really like it." you say softly while you lean into him, wanting to be wrapped in his body, his warmth.

he smiles at your admission "that's good yn, i'm going to wrap it up now, don't want it getting infected." you love the way he says your name, the way he purrs, your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly.

as he wraps the tattoo you wince, he immediately soothes you, "i've got you baby, it's okay." your body relaxes in response. your eyes never leave each other. as the tension shifts you feel enthralled, wanting him to touch you all over.

"yn, do you want me to play with you?" suguru asks, having that condescending tone that never failed to make you falter. you almost shy away, but he holds your face, bringing his hand up under your chin, his fingers grip your cheeks slightly, making you look directly at him “i want to play with you, i want to help you forgive me baby...” he whispers into your ear. your breath becoming more uneven and flustered from his proximity, that you can practically taste his aroma, how he mixes his scents of minty, smoky notes and cinnamon, woody undertones - it intoxicates you.

“…do you want me to?”

geto waits for your response, not daring to touch you the way he wants, without knowing you’re aching for it. and you want nothing more than that, for him to take care of you how he once did, oh how you wanted to see if he still remembered how to make you cum so blissfully. you nod giving out a soft “please”.

suguru kisses the side of your head, sprinkling kisses down your face making you giggle and fawn, till he reaches your neck and you lose your breath. geto finds the sensitive parts on your neck, making you feel so tingly, it's almost ticklish. you almost forgot how much you loved when suguru kissed and licked across your neck, how he would bite and suckle, leaving you all marked up just how he liked. god he’d go fucking crazy for it too. to hear you whine and pant below him as he licked and sucked. it sent tingles all over your body, straight to your clit. you shuddered under him, leaning onto him- to give him better access to mark you. slowly he grips your hips grinding his bulge into you, he even bends you forward a little so that you can feel him, how hard he is for you- humping into you over your clothed body.

geto held you at an angle arched while both of you stood in front of the mirror so that he could have you grind right back onto his dick that was growing so achingly hard for you. the way he moved your bodies together was so disgustingly sensual, you had to look away moaning as you felt his clothed dick thrust into you, giving you that sensation you so craved. you were whining, you felt so depraved like you hadn’t been touched like this in so long- you just wanted him to rip you the fuck open.

“mmm nah baby look at yourself in the mirror…” he demanded, to which you stubbornly ignored, forcing suguru to grab your face so that you could look at how pathetically you had come undone for him, just from his dry humping. “… i said fucking look at yourself, mmm? you lost your manners baby?” he teases knowing exactly how to fix your attitude. he ends his command by giving your thigh (without the tattoo) a firm slap, making you cry out, you quickly try stifling it, remembering you’re still in his fucking workspace.

“you’re so mean” you whine and pout up at him, which makes him chuckle at you, his smirk unfurling so lewdly.

“i’m going to make it up to you mmm? you’ll let me make you feel good baby? gotta apologise for making my baby upset.” the way he talks to you feigning that concern, his fucking tone, makes you feel weak, and pliant for him. as you move your legs a little wider, and let go of your tied bikini bottoms so they hang down barely concealing a thing. geto watches how strings of your arousal are built up, clinging onto your pretty bottoms. showing him just how wet you are for him and you push your butt into him even more, nodding your head in invitation for him to remedy all the mess he’s made.

as suguru brings his rose-covered hand down to your aching pussy ready to soothe it. once he touches her, feeling your glistening folds, he hisses as his eyes glaze over, and lower so seductively. you see the way his hand flexes and his veins protrude. his long, adept fingers dip further, caressing and rubbing against your hard little clit. he can feel it pulse for him, making you whine as suguru increases the pressure of his fingers on your clit. circling around your throbbing bundle of nerves. his fingers collect the slick past your lips, down to your spasming, weeping hole, and brings them back to your needy nub.

his tight circles, pet your pretty clit so well, turning you into a mewling mess, you can’t help but move against and around his fingers, acting so bratty- but suguru couldn't give a shit, he'll mould you right where he needs you again holding you by your neck and continuing his strokes on that clit regardless of how you whine.

"sug- aaa-" such a petulant whine leaves your supple lips, begging for him to go further into your leaking hole, you needed him to be inside you, having your pussy drool on his pretty, tatted fingers.

"i know baby, you need it don't you? you need me to fuck you open mmm?" suguru whispers in your ear, kissing the outside of your earlobe so delicately, while saying such filthy things. you look at him through the mirror nodding your head so pathetically, and why would he deny you, his baby? nah never...

suguru brings his finger back down to your desperate hole. he eases around your pussy going around the edges of her, only dipping the tip of his finger. you can't take his teasing-

"sugu! stop teasin-" suguru immediately interrupts, plunging his fingers into you, making you gasp. he slipped into your soppy pussy giving off that mind-numbing squelching sound, having your pussy suck his fingers in so snuggly, has you moaning wantonly. the way suguru’s digits fill you, he’s able to add a finger, scissoring two fingers into your weeping cunt, the way he pushes in and curls his fingers to rub against your plush walls it has you mewling. as you feel him find and rub against that spot, that perfect spongey spot so easily, your eyes roll back. suguru was losing his mind, he rasped a soft moan right into your ear, he loved watching you buck on his fingers, the way you moaned and struggled to take him, it made him itch and drool to have you.

his fingers in your pussy stroking and pumping into your soft, wet pussy. his hand around your neck holding your face up to keep your eyes on everything he was doing. his deep, velvety voice right by your ear, whispering, and moaning sweet nothings. you were losing your fucking mind, you almost couldn't handle it.

"aaa- nngg, sug- sug!," you moaned shamelessly "f-ohfuck i can't-"

"sshh baby, tf you think you're doing mmm, whining like that in my office?" suguru whispers chastising you. your eyes look up at him, and the way you looked so doe-eyed, so pathetic- barely able to hold in your moans, gripped him.

"you struggling to take it for me baby, want me stop?" geto taunts, but you instantly shake your head needing him all over you.

“no please don’t stop sug”

"you can take what i give you princess?"

"i need you uhahh" you wanted him to have you however he pleased.

the way he moves has you humping and panting, you wine on him trying to get some friction against your slutty little cunt.

your moans grow louder and the pitch of your whines grow higher- you suck on your pretty fingers to try and get yourself quiet, your eyes glazing over as you watch suguru fuck you so good with his fingers and his hard bulge pushing up into you. the way he licks and bites all over your neck leaving a trail of his marks. suguru still never averts his dark eyes from yours. the purple glints in his eyes kind of sparkle in your head. all of it is bringing you right to the edge. your eyes roll back, your thighs shake, your knees buckle from the pleasure. so pliant and easy for him to manoeuvre you so he can hold you up and fuck you in just the right angles he needs, that he demands.

“fuckfuckfuc- aahh ohhhh sugie. daddy oh mmynghh” you whine and cry, your head lolling onto his shoulder.

right on the precipice of your orgasm, suguru watches how you get so close to cumming, he’s fucking salivating seeing how you become so undone, how you’ve gone fucking dumb on just his fingers, he can’t help but moan and groan right with you.

“mmm mmfuck, mine. mine.” he purrs, licking all up on you

but all too soon, it comes to a halt, and your orgasm gets snatched away from you. suguru wickedly decides to take his fingers out of you. you almost cry

“wha- no suguru fuck no don’t stop, mmmmnoo” you whine so pathetically gripping his arm, it’s fucking laughable trying to keep his fingers right where you needed them, gripping his sculpted arms so hard. your hands… the size difference makes him smile. no not smile, he’s fucking smirking. that little shit.

“fuck you, SUG HMPH!” you practically stomp your feet, pushing him away as you’re about to walk away, but of course suguru grips you against him, pulling you back so close, you are still as stubborn as ever refusing to look at him, while you’re face to face, which makes him snicker. he isn’t having any of that bullshit tho, he grabs your chin and cheeks squeezing as a warning. he pulls your face up to him again and kisses you on your forehead, the side of your head, and your cheek, and then he ghosts his plump, nude lips over your lips.

“if i decide you don’t get to cum on my fingers, you won’t. i don’t fucking care how close you are.” suguru states, locking his eyes with yours so intensely, while his lips and breath feel so close to your own, you almost feel faint. you want nothing more than for him to just kiss you, you want to feel his lips again, oh how you miss how soft they were, how you loved the taste of his mouth, the taste of the mint with his own unique feel.

suguru’s eyes flutter down to look at your lips so lushly plump and glossed he can’t help but lick his lips. he wants nothing more than to mess up your brown and pink lip combo. to bite, suck and lick all over you.

“tell me you understand.”

“i understand daddy, m’sorry i threw a tantrum, i just wanted to cum on your fingers so bad-”

suguru smiles feeling fucking delighted from your admission

“-can you please kiss me, i promise i’ll behave sugie” you whisper almost whining at the end, you rub your thighs together feeling how you made such a mess for him, as your slick trickles down your thighs.

suguru feeling so pleased with you, groans into your mouth, once your lips touch. he almost forgot how much he missed this. how much he missed you, your lips, those soft lips that melted against his. he loved the way you gasped and whined from your slow kiss, so sensual and intimate. but he knew you were such an impatient brat, his impatient princess.

demanding more, you lace your hands into his hair. you adored his long, luscious hair so much, (that you remember countless times joking about shaving it off at night and turning it into a wig. those playful moments would always have you both bickering and laughing together. it makes your heart swell remembering this).

you begged for more by stroking and tugging at the nape of his hair, making his body tingle, as suguru moaned into your kiss. he licked on your lips to get you to open up for him. he loves the way you whine and moan from frustration and neediness while running your fingers through his hair, it made him lose his fucking mind, so, of course, he had to express that by nipping at your bottom lip. his bite made you whimper and grind up against him but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you wanted more. but suguru leads the kiss to hold that slow, deep and sensual pace, having your tongues dance together, lick against each other unhurried. which was mind-blowing but also so frustrating you wanted to just devour him, you couldn't get enough.

you moaned into his mouth as suguru sucked on your bottom lip, and then went back to your tongue, licking against each other. he spat in your mouth briefly separating your mouths from one another, and immediately resuming the kiss. at this, you snapped. whining wantonly, you gripped onto him and stubbornly clambered onto him so your legs wrapped around his waist. suguru was easily able to carry you. you were determined to make him fuck you.

“daddy” you whisper, opening your eyes to pout up at him.

“yes baby?” suguru answers, giving little kisses along your chin down to your neck. sucking onto your sensitive neck areas, he knew just the right spots to make you lose your fucking mind.

“i want you to fuck me…” you say grinding down onto the bulge you could feel through his sweats. you were sure you could feel a wet spot on them, but you weren’t quite sure of the culprit, as your wet pussy dragged and humped on his dick print leaking with pre-cum. you could feel his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you, pumping you full of his cum. suguru hissed from the feeling of your mess teasing his aching cock.

“… please baby, please fuck me again, i said i’d be good” you whined, moving closer to his ears so only he could hear how desperate you were for him. suguru moans, his voice breaks and rasps a little from you grinding on him and circling over his dick.

suguru fucking snaps, he closes his eyes while his mouth slightly hangs open, just taking in how your hips wined on him while he carried you.

he then cupped your face to him, “you’re such a fucking brat.” he moans, holding your face and caressing your throat, he watches how your breathing picks up, as you get so flustered. he brings you close, kissing you on your forearm, bringing his hand around your neck. then he carries you to his tattoo bed.

“i am not going to fuck you yn-.”

“-but su!” you begin to whine interrupting him

“be quiet.” suguru reprimands, gripping your neck just a little tighter after placing you to sit on the edge of the seat “i’m not gonna fuck you on my dick. when i have you like that, it’s gonna be on my bed, where i can have you screaming on it without any fucking interruptions. do whatever the fuck i wanna do without you getting all shy on me tryna muffle those pretty moans from me mmm, you understand baby?”

“yeah daddy” you answer feeling so giddy and light with him

“there’s my princess,” he smirks, “you’re really that fucking needy, want my dick here, right where my colleagues are downstairs mmm?” he says before kissing you again. “good girl” he praises while lifting off your dress and quickly bringing his lips back onto yours. slowly he brings you to lay back. he gets in between your thighs lifting one up over his shoulder while letting your tatted thigh rest over the edge of the bed. from this angle he could see your pretty glistening pussy, clenching around nothing.

“lay back baby.” he instructs, he sees how you wait in anticipation for him laying back on the bed.

he crouches down, kneeling in front of your exposed pussy, your slick brown lips he’s completely hypnotised by, they glisten from your wetness. you grow a little shy, you weren’t prepared to be eaten out today (૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა). you bring down your hands to try and cover her up, feeling a little embarrassed.

suguru immediately dismissing your nonsense, and swats your hand away bringing them to instead hold your plush thighs “don’t piss me off today yn, it’s fucking mine.” you almost squeal in response to suguru, he gets so intense sometimes.

suguru is completely enchanted by your scent, the way your hole quivers and weeps for him he has to have a taste. keeping his eyes on you suguru takes the time to separate your folds with his fingers, he licks your swollen nub revelling in the way you gasp and twitch from the sensation, you feel so sensitive from the way his fingers had you shacking.

he then delves in, lapping and sucking on your bud making you writhe and moan from pleasure. the movement of his tongue has such an effect on your pussy, it's marvelling. he takes his time, really getting you sensitive, flattening his tongue on your clit and then straightening it to add pressure, circling perfectly around your bundle of nerves, it makes you gasp and arch your back so prettily

“fuck! sug-daddy aaaahhh” you release a raspy cry, gripping his hair and pulling him into you to, so you can grind on his face, which makes him moan into you, muffling a-

“fuck baby” into your wet pussy, he has to hold your hips down as you begin moving around too much for him to control, so he holds your thigh and places his other arm on your hip, pushing you down, so you stay fucking still for him to play with you properly. suguru brings his tongue down to your leaking hole, thrusting his pointed tongue into your pussy making you mewl and cover your mouth to stop yourself from squealing.

the way you’re panting and moaning, suguru can tell you're going dumb for him, aching to cum all over him. he takes his mouth off of you as your moans get higher. you whine from the absence of his tongue on your needy pussy but he makes up for it by spitting on her, letting his spit slide onto your sensitive cunt. the way his spit glistens and slides down your pussy, he pushes it back into your hole, thrusting his fingers and spit back into you. you react by clutching your thighs together from the sensitivity which makes suguru look at you sharply.

“open.”

you whine, separating your thighs, so he can dip his head back down onto your clit which makes you shudder, bucking your hips into his face. he continues thrusting his fingers into you while his tongue plays and toys with your sore little clit. you can feel everything, it's all so much, your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open letting out a broken moan while you tug at suguru’s hair.

the way his fingers scissor your folds open, cunt drooling and sucking him in greedily, while he laps and lightly nips on your clit letting his spit drool on you, just for him to suck on your juices. he eats so sloppily it has your eyes watering.

“s’good sug—so fuckin’ good,” hips grinding into the movement of his lengthy fingers, chasing that ecstasy knotting in the pits of your stomach, you’re so close you start seeing white, suguru knows you’re about to cum from the way your fingers tangle and tug at his hair, struggling to either push him closer or away from you. his dark piercing gaze never leaves your face.

“daddy m’gonna cum! shit hah aa sug please lemme cum oh please” you sob, which makes suguru groan into your pussy. feeling the way your hole clenches around his fingers, leaking out so much wetness. the way your hard clit throbs for him, your juices covering, adorning his beautiful face, he looks so pussy drunk. the only thing on his mind is making you cum all over him.

“mmm baby, you gonna cum for me.. that’s my good fucking girl” he says pumping his fingers into you while moving his other hand to circle your clit in tight circles, so he can talk you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck daddy! oh my godnngh” your hands immediately grip suguru’s hands as you squeal and moan wantonly. your body arches and bucks as you dig your nails into him leaving little crescents on his skin. your vision dots, as your body tenses, lips parting into a silent scream as your release flies through you, wetting the tattoo bed. suguru watches your cream flow beneath you, all over his mouth. he pushes your juices back into your leaking hole, drooling at the way your hole squelches.

“there’s my good girl, oh you did so good baby mmmm” he praises lapping at your excess juices spilling down, you’re so fucking sensitive it hurts

“sug-ahh it hurts, fuckk” you whine, purring up at him as you watch suguru’s desire envelop you, you can tell he’s not done with you, but you doubt you could even take anymore.

suguru slithers up to you, kissing and licking up your boobs, making you squirm. when he reaches you he holds your face so gently, mere inches away from you.

“you forgive me baby?” suguru whispers gently stroking his nose against yours, almost purring against you like a cat “mmmm?” he purrs stroking the side of your face and caressing your limp exhausted body. you feel so warm against him, so lewd and yet so protected.

“i forgive you, you’re such an asshole” you giggle feeling a little shy again, only suguru was able to make you shy, and flush so easily. suguru whispers back a thank you and captures your lips into a searing kiss, melting you both together so passionately. you clutch onto the nape of his neck and run your fingers through his hair, earning you a moan, as suguru’s tongue dances with yours sensually. he grips your hips, pulling you against him. you can feel his bulge pulsing for you-

“suguru, aye we’re back! and u’ve got another appointment waiting!” you both hear from downstairs at the reception, shoko calling out to suguru followed by gojo following suit making a ruckus, throwing a tantrum about his arm

“dudeee, where tf r u? i coulda died!” gojo shouts out. you can hear him coming up the stairs to suguru’s office

“mmm fuck suguru, they’re coming up” you gasp up to suguru who still refuses to take notice of them. he smirks, choosing to still feel all up on you

“mmmm don’t care c’mere” suguru states, you roll your eyes

“suguruuu c’mon” you smirk, pushing against him

“ugghh for fucksake” suguru huffs moving off of you, taking your hand and pulling you up to him making you yelp with excitement. you both come to your senses though when you hear gojo’s footsteps up the stairs getting close, both of you scrambling to put your dress back on and get you both presentable.

suguru then holds your chin, so you both look at each other

“what?” you nervously laugh at his intense look

“let me take you out yn? i’ve missed you so much baby” suguru pleads while stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb

“mmmm i dunno sug, dependdss on where you’re gonna take me” you smirk up at him

“let me worry about that baby, i wanna treat you, try and make it up to you” suguru implores and then kisses your forehead just as gojo barges in-

“sUgUruUuu!!”

♡ ༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. ° ｡༻

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lotusconstellation · 1 year

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Well, I had an idea for you to do...

The reader is a streamer who enters the Welcome website and, together with the live people, gets to know this Welcome and Yandere! Wally.

Well, how would Wally react to that? And as time goes by wally falls in love with the reader, how would he see the reader's fans and his job of doing live, playing games, watching videos?

-🐰

{Sorry this took so long! But I ended up getting to caught up in the request and ended up having to make a pt. 2, I do apologize though, I hope you don’t mind. As always, I hope you enjoy! And thank you for the request!}

(Art, Wally and Welcome Home all rightfully belongs to @partycoffin)

“Nostalgia” Pt. 1

Pairing: Yandere Wally Darling x Streamer! GN!Reader

Tw: Yandere behavior, cussing

Summary: You decide to take a trip down memory lane with your Viewers. Unaware of the consequences.

Y/N was a daily streamer under the name of {Streamer name}.

Y/N wasn't very big or popular, maybe with a few frequent watchers here and there that would greet them in real life and ask for a quick picture, but that’s all Y/N could ask for really.

They didn’t need to have a big platform or have a lot of money. They just wanted to stream for fun, just something they could do in their free time when they had nothing else to do.

Y/N didn’t really have a main style of content to put out. Sometimes it’ll be them reacting/watching something a viewer recommends, playing a video game, or even just making a relaxing space for anyone who needs it— playing soft music in the background while answering to any comments.

One day, Y/N was hit with an unexpected wave of nostalgia. They had started remembering fond memories from childhood. From the happy ones to the embarrassing ones— down to the old shows they used to watch as a kid. The sudden wave gave them an idea. Once they would get home from work, Y/N would take their viewers down memory lane and react to old shows and/or movies from the early 2000’s.

“That theme song had no reason being that good, I’m telling you,” Y/N said, taking a sip of their drink while reading the chat.

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NeonLeon: No fr

Anxpsyche: The Little Einsteins theme song from season 2 is the best, I know they just added clapping but it made it sm better

WhimsicalWanderbitch: I remember I used to watch Little Einsteins and The Backyardigans all the time when I was kid with my brother

Passionfruit69: Pls play the wonder pets theme song

WhimsicalWanderbitch: me and him always sang along to the songs

Theanklebreaker: I loved wonder pets, omg

JumpInTheMacaque: Does anyone remember Sharkboy and Lavagirl?!

Kirbolissous: OH MY GOD I REMEMBER I USED TO LOVE THE SHIT OUT OF YO GABA GABA THAT SHOW WAS MY SHIT

Escapeben: Do you remember Oswald?

Scouts_Kubs: all I remember watching is little bill and how the teletubbies scared tf out of me

Springday23:SAME!

lychee_jelly_tea:I REMEMBER SHARKBOY AND LAVAGIRL

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As Y/N was talking with the chat, they had let out a gasp. “Aweee, oh my god, I just remembered this really old show I used to watch,” The Streamer cooed, flashbacks flooding their mind of them watching said show for hours on end. Recalling all the soft yet bright and vibrant colors of the show, and all the lovable characters.

Y/N waited a moment for the chat to respond. Seeing most of them asking for the name of the show, while a few others carried on with their own conversations. “It wasn’t an early 2000’s show, it was like…” The streamer’s words trailed off, trying to remember when the show was made. “Ah fuck, when was the show made? It was made in the…70’s..? I wanna say, oh my god, Wait, what was it called? God damn it,” Y/N leaned back on their chair, with their hands over their face, as they tried to remember the name of the show. Meanwhile the chat was listing off shows from the 70’s to try and jog their memory.

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lychee_jelly_tea: Lupin the third pt. 2?

JumpInTheMacaque: The Addams Family?

Theanklebreaker: Uh…New Fantastic four?

Kirbolissous: Was it The New Adventures of Batman?

NeonLeon: Scooby doo?

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“Oh my god it was called Welcome Home!,” Y/N shouted, jumping up from their previous position.

“That one show that looks like it was inspired by Sesame Street? Oh my god wait-“ Y/N went to Google and searched up, “Welcome Home Characters” the results popped up right immediately. “These bitches!” The streamer circled their cursor around a big JPG image of all the ‘Welcome Home’ characters.

“I remember that whenever I would have to be babysat by my grandparents, all they had was this old Combo television unit and a bunch of old VHS tapes. So all I had to watch was whatever VHS tapes they had and Welcome Home was one of them,” Y/N explained, unintentionally looking further down the rabbit hole of the show, reminiscing in all its glory. By now, Y/N was grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh my god, this is gonna be embarrassing but I remember Wally, the main character- er the one with the blue hair, low-key used to creep me out,” Y/N laughed, feeling embarrassed how a puppet with a blue pompadour used to creep them out.

“Like, I wasn’t scared of him but the way he laughed and the way he would just stare at people for an uncomfortable amount of time in the show is what creeped me out,” Y/N had elaborated after noticing the chat was clowning them for being scared of a puppet.

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Anxpsyche: Bro, you were scared of him? He looks gay as shit

lychee_jelly_tea: I ACTUALLY REMEMBER WATCHING THAT SHOW AND HAVING A HUGE CRUSH ON WALLY!

JumpInTheMacaque: @Lychee_jelly_tea had me watch that show when we were younger and I low-key loved it

NeonLeon: You were really scared of a puppet? This puppet out of all of them?

JumpInTheMacaque: They actually have a website for that show now

Theanklebreaker: I would be scared of the chicken that looks like Big bird

Passionfruit69: I’d be scared of the gray one that’s looking at the butterfly

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“Okay- Later on I wasn’t scared of him. He grew on me, I’m just saying when I first watched him I thought he was a little off!” Y/N defended, it took awhile for them to notice a specific comment. “Wait, JumpInTheMacaque, you said they have a website?” Y/N leaned forward, scrolling back up to where JumpInTheMacaque made that comment before scrolling back down.

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JumpInTheMacaque: Yea, but you can’t really do much with it rn, you can only see the neighborhood from a Birds Eye view and see the Info about the characters

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“I still wanna see it, give me a sec,” The streamer went to The search bar before pausing. “Is it just called ‘Welcome Home website’ Or…”

“Oh! I found it!” Y/N exclaimed, clicking on the website without hesitating The website opened up and a picture faded in with the title in big pastel letters on the left center of the picture and Wally sitting on a painted rock with colorful flowers, trees, and home all right behind him. Wally stared at you with his round eyes and had an opened mouth smile. Y/N oooh’ed in awe, fascinated by the way the site opened up. “Oh my gosh, this is so cool,” Y/N tried to contain their excitement, but the shake in their voice and the huge smile on their face was a dead give away. They apologized when they realized their failed attempt. “Sorry guys, I’m just so excited right now.”

"With a hop, skip, and a jump, you are ushered into the colorful, serendipitous world of Welcome Home! It only takes one stroll down the neighborhood to know this is just the nicest little place you’ve ever seen! Watch Wally and his colorful array of friendly neighbors learn about the vibrant world around them and take part in nonsensical fun!"

“Oh Jesus Christ, alright, let’s get started- There’s a guestbook?!…YOU CAN WRITE IN IT?! Wait- I wanna look at everything else first before I do the guestbook.“

The rest of the stream was filled with Y/N clicking around in the neighborhood and reading the info about the characters, expressing memories and giving info about some moments they remember from certain episodes. Y/N was about to click out of the neighborhood and take a look at the guest book. However, they caught a glimpse of something that seemed…out of place. “What the hell is that?” Y/N questioned, pointing to the small black spot under Home with their cursor. “What the hell is that?” The streamer leaned closer to their screen, squinting their eyes to try to get a better look. Right away, they tried to see if they could move Home out of the way, but it didn’t work. Whenever they clicked on Home it either opened up to Wally’s info or it didn’t move. “What…what do I do? That’s not just me right, you guys can see that?” Y/N was at a loss, what do they do?

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Kirbolissous: What the hell?

lychee_jelly_tea: I’ve never noticed that before! What is that?!

Anxpsyche: what in the actual hell is that?

NeonLeon: Why is there just a black hole under Wally’s house?

JumpInTheMacaque: Try inspecting it, find Home’s code, delete it, then get out of inspect

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“Okay, hold on,” Y/N followed the instructions the best they could, they wouldn’t really skilled in this type of stuff, so they struggled a bit, though they figured it out pretty quickly. “Okay…” They mumbled, now seeing a huge black hole in the place Home was. Y/N was confused and clicked on the hole. The computer suddenly opened up a new browser and it seemed to be taking awhile to load. However, Y/N said nothing, sitting in silence as the air slowly started to grow thick, and their palms started to sweat.

Y/N’s eyes grew wide once the image finally loaded. The whole screen was black other than a red outline of Wally on his knees, reaching up to a window and Home’s eyes staring back at him. Y/N stared at the image for what seemed like hours. They just sat there, inspecting the image in horror, but mainly in bewilderment.

What was this?

Why was Wally on the ground?

What was going on?

Why was this on the website? Was it supposed to be?

Slowly, Y/N clicked off the browser. The computer immediately took them back to the Welcome Home website. Y/N scratched their nose and clicked out of the neighborhood, going to the guestbook. “Okay, I don’t know what that was but let’s-…” The Streamer put in the name they go by online. “Let’s just do the Guestbook then I’m calling it a day,” Y/N tried not to let people see how spooked they were, but again, their now quiet and soft tone, gave it all away.

Y/N wrote in the guestbook.

“Looked around the neighborhood with all my viewers, everything was so bright and colorful! Really loved it!”

With that, Y/N bid their signature goodbye to everyone before stopping the stream and turning everything off, but Y/N didn’t move just yet. Their mind was still stuck on the image of Wally.

Was that supposed to be on the website? Why would it be? Are they just trying to add a twist to the franchise now? But why would they, it was fine the way it was. Yes, it got canceled, but that’s only because it became outdated. Was this a sign for something big?

Gah, Y/N shouldn’t be worrying about this. People are allowed to add things to a franchise as long as it stays true to the characters (to a certain extent) and stays respectful to the creators boundaries, and Wally was a bit of an odd one. Maybe they’re just now going more in depth with his character since now it’s a new time with new interest, and they have to get people’s attention somehow, right?

Whatever the reason, it was getting late, and Y/N had to get up for work tomorrow. With that, they finally got up from their uncomfortable chair they use for every stream and stretched. Satisfied when they heard some joints pop and crack. Y/N let out a yawn, realizing how tired they were before walking off to their bathroom to brush their teeth..

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

…Through the static of the TV, you can hear Wally’s muffled voice boom through the tiny speakers.

"That concludes our time together for today, my dear neighbors. But rest assured, tomorrow is another day, and I'll be watching over you just as diligently. Goodbye, neighbor. Ha ha ha.”

*Click*

The End! I hope you enjoyed and keep on the lookout for pt.2!

That is all for today, I hope you are having a good Day/Night/Afternoon and I will see you all in my next writing, au revoir!! 💜💜💛💛

#welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #fanfic #fandom #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral post #x reader #yandere #yandere wally darling #yandere wally darling x reader

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boydcrowdr · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @acorrespondence, my lovely mutual and writting buddy, for tagging me <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

6, under beezleebub (more under a secret abandoned account)

What's your total ao3 word count?

131,144 for my current account

What fandoms do you write for?

justified, primarily. with one deadwood fic, and a mcu wip in the works.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"stay with me" is my most kudoed fic <3

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i never know what to say cus i'm always so blown away that anyone's reading my shit at all.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i try not to end on a sour note, but i feel like everything i write carries a general blanket of angst through it's narrative

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably "stay with me" just cus i was feeling nice that day

Do you get hate on fics?

not these days. i feel like ao3 users have a generally laid back approach to fanfic these days. don't like? exit the tab, easy peasy.

Do you write smut?

no? i have included not overly explicit sex scenes in fics bcus they can be a great tool for emotionally charged moments, good character moments, etc. but nothing crazy.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

never ever. they're not really my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nah

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, i'm a control freak

What's your all-time favorite ship?

charles xavier/erik lehnsherr. easy. full stop. don't even have to think about it. there's something about them. something about the 60s/70s. something about two sides of the same coin. something about wanting the same thing but having morally conflicting approaches. i think about magneto every single day of my life since i was 11 years old. next question.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

"keep it near" had such a choke hold on me. it was born of an offhanded discussion in the justified discord so long ago and a love of southern gothics and detective stories. i still love it sm but idk if i'll ever have the steam to revisit it. maybe when i rewatched true detective s1 it'll just pour outta me tho, who knows.

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue. i think i'm pretty good at back and forths between two characters that are saying something other than what they mean. i enjoy writing dialogue that is more revealing in what isn't being said. p.g. wodehouse also taught me a lot about tone in dialogue and witty back and forths that i really enjoy and think i have a pretty good grasp on writing those sorts of exchanges.

i also like to think i'm pretty good at carrying a tone through a story. giving something a general vibe. usually a haunted angsty vibe but still, it's an energy.

What are your writing weaknesses?

probably so many things. i don't like most of my fics that are up currently (with the exception of "keep it near" and probably "stay with me"), but we're all our worst critics. I feel that i struggle with writing action, motion, etc. i never want a scene that lacks dialogue to come across as "and then," "and then," etc, you know what i mean?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

iffy. i feel like it can come across as jarring to a reader if they have no idea what they're even looking at. i've included snippets of russian in a wip, which i have been studying for quite a while, but i still fear it might come across as clunky.

First fandom you wrote for?

uhhh... probably batman? or marvel? unless we're counting the self insert assassin's creed fanfic i wrote in 6th grade before i knew what fanfic was.

Favorite fic you've written?

oh probably "keep it near" but by far my unpublished fic i'm working on currently.

don't know who's been tagged yet, but @praycambrian @raylangivins @norgbelulah @eff41 and anyone else who hasn't been tagged yet <3

#tag game #ace

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kamiversee · 23 days

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also dont mind my yapping but LAST THING!!!

I’m so glad there are anons like “☃️” who break down the story and submit it here because i eat that shit up. And mostly because I’m too lazy to search for the details myself so I just rot in my own head about things that I’m confused about:]

anywho, I can’t wait for those anons to break down the story and look for the details so I can read each and every one of them^.^ THIS BOOK GETS ME SO EXCITED I SWEARRRRR!! WOO I LOVE READING AND TUMBLR AND BOOKS LIKE THESE WOO‼️ BUT ESPECIALLY I LOVE YOU KAMI YOUU I LOVE YOU SM😫 thank god i found your story because this is the best book i have ever experienced and read. And the fact that I can interact with you is just amazing to me!! I really can yap to you 😈

I found your story when you were on chapter like 40 something…🌚 i was a little late but you dont know how much of a great decision it was for me to start from the beginning. Cause originally I was going to read chapter 41??? and move on to another blurb because I had found it in my “For you”. But, I decided I was going to read it from the beginning so I could have something to read (because i spend all my time trying to find stuff on tumblr but end up js reading small blurbs that i get disappointed with cause they have no next part☹️) But I FOUND YOU AND YOUR STORY AND LORD WAS THAT THE BEST THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME. I was so happy reading those chapters and would look forward to having my alone time with my phone so I could read them.

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But now, the story is overrrr🥹 I can’t believe it. It felt like yesterday when I found your book and found you😞 Anyways, I’m so excited for what you’ll write next and I’ll be here supporting and yapping to you every single second of every single day😈🙏 eventually i’ll find my way into your house and live under your bed🤫 jk! (or am i..)

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Oh ik my anons are out there cooking rn & I’m about to receive some 10k essay that not only breaks down my fic but probably exposes the plot & ending to my next fic because y’all are just that smart & somehow read my mind sometimes💀🙏

I love reading how you found me btw, it’s wonderful that such a late chapter in the fic is still able to draw people’s attention & get them to read from the beginning 🥹 UGH ILYSMM

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katsutora · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ HI HELLO NAMI HERE !! ´ˎ˗

HAPPY NEW YEAR !! thank you very much for being a highlight of my 2022. i’ve always thought that no one would enjoy my mediocre writings but seeing you liking, reblogging, and commenting on them make me so ecstatic you don’t even understand. your little tags never fail to make my day — they keep me going, they make my breakdowns more fun fr. i love you guys so so much, thank you for taking a chance on me and supporting me.

i’ll be sure to provide more teeth-rotting fluffs in the future! (and no, this is definitely not a “i’m gonna unexpectedly destroy you with angst one day just you wait” threat. hah it’s not like i used to be an angst only writer anyway so ignore that.)

ok thank you for reading this long ass post. again, ily all so much. aggressive approach in the tags lol.

have a great year ahead, you guys, cheers.

— for my beloved writer moots (i only ever talk lengthily to the 4 of you lmfao so i hope you don’t mind me mentioning you down below). i had fun getting to know you all this week!! head’s up, i’m gonna be sappy for a bit ok here we go:

to @yeosatinyngz ⋆ lily lily lily!! reo to my nagi, nagi to my reo; reonagi lilylily naminami lilynami. bestest bestie my illiterate bestie my tripping and falling onto the ground and never getting up bestie. bllk, tr, haikyuu? a full package cmon! i literally can talk to you abt everything huh. despite being 12hrs apart we somehow make do with our random convos. thanks for responding to my first dm with such a funny sentence. you’re genuinely so easy to talk to. you match my energy fr ughhh luv ya sm!!

to @kazutora-lover ⋆ rie my beloved. thank you for dragging me back to TR hell and always indulging me. you’re the sweetest fr, so dear to me. thanks for letting me double text you and go on a full rant about TR boys all the time (ashjdsadh goodbye). no more words, too much words in the dms already lmfao how are you not tired of me

to @itoshi-s ⋆ zari. i always love seeing you on my tl with your brainrot and *chef’s kiss* writings aghhh. every single one of your work is just a masterpiece; got me sobbing, screaming, giggling and shit. idk how but you’re making me more down bad for rin?? not that i mind tbh. thank you for always being so kind to me </3 we’ve only just started talking in the dms and im sorry for not having any spare thoughts to share w you atm (sigh) but i’m rlly looking forward to more rin (and other) breakdowns together!!

to @yaakultt ⋆ anything but kayla, isagi’s gf (you’re so right for that one), a fellow yakult-obsessed person teehee ヾ(●⌒∇⌒●)ﾉ (see how you’ve got me using cute faces like this too now)! i love your energy sm you’re like a tiny ray of sunshine. i’m so glad you wanted to be friends. hope we get to talk more in the future (so many thoughts about isagi lately fr i love him sm can’t wait for new chapters to release)!!

on that note, i’m still navigating through tumblr + interacting w ppl can be scary to me sometimes. i also hope you don’t find me annoying (+boring — well aware of that actually lmfao i’m just bad at talking to ppl yikes exhibit a); commenting on your writing-unrelated posts and i hope it’s also ok for me to pop up in your asks to check up on you once or twice a week. but if you do, pls don’t hesitate to tell me to tone it down bc i can be a bit slow sorry that’s on me.

!! thanks for being patient with me even though i have the attention span of a cactus (choki who✌︎) i’m not ignoring you i just— yep thinking about a reply and then forgetting to actually reply what the actual fuck + i actually cant shut up if you talk to me about blue lock / tr wbk. i’ll indulge you in everything tbh

you four get a shitton of hugs and kisses from me mwah!! have a great year ahead!

#⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ hi ; nami here! ´ˎ˗#HAPPY NEW YEAR FUCKERS YOU'RE ALL STUCK WITH ME #HMU & DRAIN MY PHONE BATTERY #TALK TO ME ; THE ONLY THING(S) I BITE ARE MY NAILS #THIS IS AN INVITATION #also buckle up mfs expect hiori rambles soon #that's the most aggressive i can get in one day #i deeply regret my actions sorry for putting yall through that #extrovert!era but when i get interaction brain short circuits #I SHOULD STOP RAMBLING IN THE TAGS TF

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killerlookz · 2 years

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AHhhh I was the anon who asked for the Art gallery fic! Honestly, you write Patrick so well, I'd love a part two 😊

aaa omg first off thank u sm!!! and i really enjoyed writing part one so i am more than happy to write this part, i hope you enjoy <3 (as always im so sorry for any potential grammar/spelling mistakes in here. i miss them while proofreading sometimes lol)

a/n: this does not really serve as it's own fic, but here is part one to read before coming back to this ;)

Time off Work

pairing: Patrick Bateman x reader

warnings: mentions of murder (a slight description but nothing too graphic), and a brief mention of patrick's recreational drug use.

word count: 4935

The city streets passed you by, each illuminated building becoming nothing but a streak of light as you drove by. Your head lay against the cool glass window of a taxi, it was late. You could feel your eyes getting heavy as you stared at the nightlife around you. The streetlights overhead soon became a blur as your eyelids began to fall. You felt an overwhelming sense of calm at the moment as you listened to the soft music coming from the radio, a song that you could just barely make out as Heaven is a Place on Earth. For a split moment, you'd agree with that sentiment until the taxi suddenly hit a pothole. Your body jumped up a little as the car dipped down a little, causing you to smack your head into the glass of the window on your way back down.

"Shit." you groaned as a sharp pain entered the side of your head. Patrick, who sat next to you in the back of the cab turned towards you at the sound of your head hitting the glass. Unmoved, he had neglected to ask if you were alright, he knew the answer. Instead, he expressed concern in his own way by grabbing your arm to pull you away from the window and allowing you to lay your head on his shoulder. You felt some sort of urge to make a sarcastic remark about how "lucky" you were that he'd offered you his shoulder to lie on despite him currently wearing a brand new Valentino suit tonight. You had seen him looking like he would rip someone's head off for even just lightly brushing past him on the street so you supposed this was some sort of great feat for you.

The cab was silent aside from the outside sounds of the city and the radio inside, which was now playing Cutting Crew's (I Just) Died in Your Arms Tonight.

"Ohh I, I just died in your arms tonight, it must've been something you said. I just tied in your arms toniiight..." you mumbled along.

"Are you drunk?" asked Patrick.

"No." you lifted your head up from his shoulder. "Just... tipsy." Patrick didn't respond as you tried to think back, you hadn't really had much to drink at dinner, but Patrick and Timothy Bryce had insisted that everyone try to get into some supposedly new "totally hip" club called Petty's tonight. And lo and behold, you were able to get in, and you made good use of the drink tickets that you were allotted.

"I think the music at Tunnel is better," you said, suddenly realizing how vast your knowledge of New York's high-end nightclubs was and involuntarily cringing at your comment.

"I agree. The music selection was weak tonight." Patrick responded while staring at the window.

"At least, David and Craig seemed to be enjoying themselves." you began to laugh lightly as you recalled the two of them absolutely losing it on the dance floor to Kajagoogoo's Too Shy.

"That's because David and Craig are morons."

"Don't be so mean Patrick." you placed your head back on his shoulder then placed one of your hands on top of Patrick's as it rested just above his knee. You ran your fingers across his, down to his wrist careful not to touch his prized Rolex before resting your hand on his lower thigh. Patrick brought his hand up to meet yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. With a small smile now grazing your lips, you could feel your heart flutter a little at the small gesture from Patrick.

The rest of the taxi ride home was mostly silent as you struggled to stay awake, your eyelids feeling about ready to collapse on themselves.

"We're here., Patrick said as the cab came to a halt. You picked your head up from Patrick's shoulder slowly, immediately feeling the weight of just how tired you were as you tried to keep yourself upright. Patrick opened the door to first let himself out before grabbing your hand to help you out too. As you got out of the car the warm city air hit your skin in an unexpected, unpleasant feeling. New York wasn't always the nicest place to be in the summertime. You stumbled a little as you made your way out of the car, and Patrick, in response held your sides for a moment once you were standing upright.

"I'm okay," you assured. He looked at you for a moment before reaching his head back into the cab where you could vaguely hear him telling the cab driver in a mildly threatening voice to stay exactly where he was before tossing some bills of an amount you were unsure at him.

Now inside the building, the two of you reached your apartment and you sighed knowing you would now have to leave Patrick for the night.

"We should go out tomorrow," Patrick said as you stepped in front of your apartment door. "For dinner."

"Oh, Patrick I can't." you frowned, "I work late all this week."

"I think you should quit your job," Patrick said plainly.

"What?"

"Quit your job," he repeated.

"Patrick, I need money." you were a little caught off guard by his request. "Not everyone has a wealthy father that owns a successful investment banking firm."

"I work hard for what I have," Patrick responded suddenly defensive,

"Mhm," you nodded slowly, "Regardless, quitting my job just isn't feasible for me."

"What do you mean, I'll take care of you," Patrick grabbed you, now holding you by the waist. "That way, you can focus on your art full time."

"Mmm, that does sound nice," you smiled blissfully as you imagined a world where you could pursue art full time and have everything else taken care of. "But, I can't just be dependent on someone else," you explained, painfully aware there was always a possibility that you and Patrick wouldn't work out.

"Don't you trust me?"

"Look, Patrick, my boss is opening by himself tomorrow so I don't have to go in super early, we should just meet in the morning," you said, wanting to change the subject a little. "Or," you smirked, "you can stay the night tonight."

"Tomorrow morning is fine. But tonight, I can't I'm afraid."

"Oh, that's alright..." you trailed off, looking down at the floor You had to admit you were disappointed your invitation for him to stay the night didn't work. You then shot your head back up, "Goodnight Patrick."

"Goodnight," he responded looking back at you, but you could swear that he seemed to be looking right through you. His cold gaze gave you a funny feeling, one you were desperate to shake away as soon as possible. You had known him to get like this, even in the short time since you had met. Every once and awhile he'd seem a little cold, a little distant maybe for just a few moments, maybe a day. Stress, you chalked it up to.

To try and maybe relieve some tension you put your arms around Patrick, leaning into him, and pressing your lips against his. Still holding you by your waist, Patrick's grip around you became a little bit tighter, his fingers pressing into your back, and his palms holding you tight at your side. The two of you shared slow, soft kisses under the low lights of your apartment's hallway. You closed your eyes as the two of you continued and you wished to just stay like this, to forever be tangled in a passionate exchange with this man you had so quickly grown to be so fond of. You wanted to melt into him, into his touch, and his sweet kiss- in that moment you once again realized that the “Heaven is a place on Earth” sentiment might just be true. You wondered if you should invite him to stay the night again, maybe if you pestered him about it he would give in, you were now almost certainly unwilling to give him up for the night. You moved a hand to the back of Patrick's head, and the other rested against his neck. From where your fingers rested you could feel a soft pulse from his carotid, nothing that his heart rate seemed faster than normal. Feeling the small pulses of blood running through his arteries was oddly comforting, humanizing, reminding you there was a real person there in front of you. A real person who made you feel this way.

You were unaware of how much time had passed, maybe only a few seconds, a few minutes but you and Patrick had long sense passed a simple goodbye kiss. But suddenly the sound of an apartment door and the shuffling of footsteps somewhere down the hall brought you back to reality, reminding you that you were in public and you pulled away slowly, minutely embarrassed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you said as you brought your head back.

Patrick nodded, still seeming tense, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he clenched his jaw, hard. So hard in fact you were surprised he hadn't chipped a tooth from the pressure. You had been unaware of just how hard he had been gripping at your sides and you could now feel his fingers, roughly dug into your back.

"Are you alright?" you asked, placing a hand on his cheek. "You seem... stressed." You were vaguely aware of your mouth almost involuntarily contorting into a small pout as you asked

"You don't need to look so fu-" he started before cutting himself off abruptly, he scowled down at the ground for just a moment before shaking it away and looking back up, "Don't look so sad, I'm fine, I'll call you in the morning... Dear."

"Okay," you said with a half-smile on your face, speaking just barely above a whisper. You were inclined not to believe Patrick, his body language and tone of voice speaking much louder than his proclamation of "I'm fine." You were afraid that you had upset him, you could imagine yourself you would be upset if someone insisted on changing the subject upon you asking if they trusted you.

You pulled yourself closer to Patrick by your arms around his shoulders, now fully holding him in an embrace. You stayed like that for a moment, resting your head against his chest and allowing yourself to feel the comfort of his warmth for just a minute. Despite his seeming bad mood Patrick didn't seem to be opposed to your affections tonight. Instead, he embraced you back further before his grip on your waist finally loosened. You placed one more kiss onto his lips before a final one on his cheek before letting go of him. You had decided to leave him be for the night.

"Goodnight Patrick," you repeated.

"Goodnight, dear."

By morning you were glad to see that Patrick was in a much better mood. He sat across from you, in a way overpriced café near his job, an expensive latte in one hand and a smug smile hung across his face. Though despite his cheerful demeanor and smiling face he looked like he had not gotten much sleep. His eyes seemed sunken into his face, engulfed by the just barley purple tones of skin that surrounded them.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" you asked looking up from the sketchbook that sat in front of you.

"Just happy to see you, sweetheart," he responded quickly, flashing a grin as his head nodded to the side. And, although you were flattered, and didn't think he was flat out lying to you, you felt that that maybe was not the entire story. Cocaine, probably you thought to yourself, knowing about his penchant for the drug.

"mhm," you nodded slowly before returning back to your sketchbook. You flicked your eyes between Patrick and the paper as you copied his features down onto the page. In all honesty, Patrick was an absolute dream to draw. It was something about his perfectly defined features and bone structure that made you just want to fill pages and pages with sketches all of him. That, combined with him being a fine subject to look at for extended periods of time. "What are your plans for today, Bateman?" you asked, concentrating on the contours of his cheekbones as you replicated them onto the page.

"Head back to the office... lunch at, uh, Pastels maybe... then to the gym...then I have an appointment for a massage," he responded, looking elsewhere as he rattled off his plans for the day.

"Did you say Pastels?" you looked up at him.

"Yes, why?"

"Patrick, didn't you hear Craig last night. Pastels is closed."

"Closed?"

"Yes." you nodded, swallowing hard, "Strangest thing really... someone was uh- murdered," you said lowly. "Same day that we were there actually." Patrick's eyes widened and he leaned forward,

"Murdered?"

"Yes. Strangled to death in a bathroom stall apparently. That's what McDermott said at least." you recounted the story that Patrick's co-worker had told you over dinner last night. "Apparently it was an employee, male." you paused.

Patrick had a look of feigned intrigue on his face which you assumed he put on to cover his surprise, or maybe even fear. After all, it did happen the same day you two were there, maybe he was thinking it could have been him.

"I see." he furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back in his seat. "What're you working on?" he asked. His question made you glance down quickly at the sketchbook and examine the drawing to see if you deemed it to be good enough to show him- considering, it was his likeness. Good enough you thought as you looked back up.

"You."

"Well," he raised his eyebrows, "Let me see it."

You grabbed the book off of the table and handed it off to Patrick, and you watched anxiously as he observed the drawing, looking for a response. Patrick nodded with a satisfied smile on his face,

"Very nice." he looked back up at you, "Can I have it?"

"Go ahead." you nodded, pleased with Patrick's reaction to your work. There was a loud sound of tearing paper before Patrick handed you back the sketchbook. As Patrick's hand reached across the table you caught a glimpse of the time displayed on his watch, making you grab his wrist hastily to hold it still to get a better look.

"Jesus- y/n," he said, startled as your wrapped your fingers around him, "You could have just asked for the fucking time."

"I'm sorry Patrick, I've got to go." you stood up quickly at the realization of just how much time you had let slip by this morning. You grabbed your things and stood up from your seat to leave. Patrick did the same, but at a slower pace, seeming unconcerned about your rush.

The two of you stood at the curb outside the café, the bustle of the city was in full effect today. The streets were filled with honking cars and you wondered just how would you get to work on time today, silently cursing yourself for not checking the time sooner. Patrick stood in front of you, with his arm raised and out to the side trying to hail a cab, most of which passed by, already carrying passengers.

"I can just take the subway Patrick, it's alright," you said as you could see him beginning to get annoyed with his failure to get an empty taxi thus far. Patrick looked down at you, shaking his head slightly.

"No. The subway is fucking filthy."

"I don't think a cab that a million people have already sat in today is any cleaner."

"The bottoms of my shoes are cleaner than the subway."

"I think the bottoms of your shoes are cleaner than most things Patrick you're very... me-tic-cu-lous," you said, emphasizing each syllable. You smiled as you spoke, looking up at him, adoring his features as he stood before you. You seemed to always make note of just how good he looked, even now despite his domineering composure.

Patrick's arm finally lowered as a taxi came to a halt where you stood. With the same hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and took out some money.

"For the cab." he said, handing you the bills.

"Thank you. Goodbye, Patrick,"

"Goodbye dear," he responded before placing a hand on your cheek and leaning in to kiss you. The two of you shared a quick kiss before pulling away,

"I get off at- ugh- 10, I'll call you then-will you be around?" you asked.

"Sure sweetheart, I'll be around."

"Alright, I'll see you, goodbye."

"Goodbye," he said, a tight smile forming at his lips.

You turned around and opened the taxi door, the cool air from the air conditioner hitting you as you climbed in and told the cab driver where to head to.

As the car pulled out from the spot you began to relax into the brown leather seats to enjoy the rest of the time you had left before you would need to spend the next 12 hours of your life on your feet working. Maybe it wouldn't be such a horrible idea to take up Patrick's offer. Doing art full-time seemed like an absolute dream, and after all, that was the goal, and who were you to deny yourself of it?

"Are you sure this is the place?" the taxi driver asked as you eventually pulled up to your place of work. Confused, you looked up out the window to see a large crowd surrounding the building. Looking around further you noticed a plethora of cop cars also surrounding the area, and bright yellow crime scene tape blocked off a good portion of the sidewalk leading to inside the building. You felt uneasy, were we robbed? You thought as you observed the commotion.

"Uhh- yea..." you responded, slowly nodding your head. You had to admit, you were curious about what was going on and wanted more information. "Yea, you can let me out here."

"Alright." said the cab driver, seeming unsure of himself... "10 dollars."

"Thanks," you said, handing him some of the bills Patrick had given you. You grabbed your things and stepped out of the cab, once again entering the hot summer air of the city. You felt nervous, anticipation coursing through your veins with every step you took towards the small crowd of people surrounding your work. Anxious about what could have happened, anxious about how it could affect you. As you approached you had to push past a few people to get to the front of the crowd.

"Excuse me?" you asked a police officer who stood just behind the police caution tape. "This is- uh my job, what happened here?" you asked once he turned around.

"Well kid," he started, he was an older looking man with a thick New York City accent, "Lucky you, looks like you ain't workin' today... there's been a murder."

Your eyes widened at the word and you felt your stomach churn. You worried that maybe it was one of your co-workers, maybe someone close, someone you had become close friends with during your time on the job.

"Murder?" you swallowed, "Who- um- who was it?"

"No ID on him or nothin', lady who said she was walkin' past called from a payphone down the block around 5:30 a.m., said she heard some screams inside when we got here the perp was gone, and a man was dead, throat slit... poor guy was nearly decapitated" he explained.

"6am?" you repeated, "Oh my god. It was probably my boss, yeah-yeah he comes in early to do inventory and whatnot." You had to admit there was some strange sense of relief when you realized that it was your boss who had been the victim and not one of your work friends. You were never a huge fan of the guy- and while you wouldn't go out and say he deserved to be murdered, you were... glad that it wasn't anyone else at your job as guilty as that made you feel to say. You were, however, a little freaked out about your indifference to now not one, but two murders that have occurred in places you were familiar with. But, you assured yourself, if the victim was someone you knew well, or really cared about, you would not be so passive about it.

"Say, since ya here, ya mind answerin' some questions 'bout the guy, maybe it'll be some help to find whoever did this."

"Uh, yeah, sure." you responded.

It was safe to say you were not exactly expecting to be caught in the middle of a murder investigation at 10 am on a Tuesday. You began to walk away from the scene after the officer questioned you out in the heat for a good 20 minutes before letting you go. You walked down the busy city block to the payphone at the end of the street, thinking about how this was where that lady who called the police probably heard the last minutes of your now ex-boss's life. It was a surreal feeling, but you couldn't exactly bring yourself to be sad about it. With an unsteady hand you inserted some coins into the payphone and began to dial the numbers.

"Patrick Bateman's office." said Jean on the other end.

"Hey Jean, it's y/n, can you put me through to Patrick?" you asked, keeping your composure.

"Sure, I'll put you right through."

"Hello?" you eventually heard another voice say.

"Patrick." you breathed out, "You'll never guess what happened."

"Y/n? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Pretty sure I'm out of a job right now."

"What happened?"

"My boss was uhh... murdered." you explained.

"Murdered?"

"Apparently, I got to work there was police tape, police men, I asked what happened they said he was murdered this morning, nearly fucking decapitated. I was just questioned by the police for like half an hour." you recounted to Patrick.

"Questioned? They don't think you're a suspect, do they?"

"No. No. I hope not... they just, asked me about my boss's life... if he had any enemies or anything, anyone who didn't particularly like him, or that would have a reason to do this."

"And what did you say?"

"I said that I didn't know." you answered matter-of-factly, "but I mean, I think everyone I know who I've worked with has threatened to kill him at least once."

"Well, are you alright?"

"Yeah Patrick, I am actually, just surprised, I can't believe I'm saying this but... I'm not really too torn up about this whole thing."

"Good. Now that you're free, how about dinner?"

It was leaning into the late hours of the night by now as you walked hand in hand with Patrick down the stark white hallway of his apartment building. You had a large, genuine smile plastered on your face as you strutted down the expensive tile flooring. This evening Patrick had greeted you at your apartment with flowers in hand and treated you to a very expensive dinner. Patrick was always very sweet to you but he seemed to have turned up the charm to the maximum tonight, to an almost off-putting degree, but you had to admit, you didn't really mind. Despite his obvious confidence in himself Patrick did usually seem to be a little on edge, or anxious at times, not to a necessarily concerning or even really noticeable degree, but it always seemed to sort of just be there. But no, not tonight, tonight Patrick was completely cool and collected, exuding more confidence than you had ever seen in him. Which was, in your opinion, very attractive, and you felt that you probably had spent more time tonight drooling over him than you had anything else.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner tonight sweetheart," Patrick said as he unlinked his hand from yours to unlock his apartment door.

"I did Patrick, but, you know, I always enjoy being with you," you admitted, somewhat overly sentimentally.

"That is...wonderful to hear." Patrick smiled and opened the door to let you inside. You could remember how it struck you as odd how cold and barren Patrick's apartment felt the first time you went over. That feeling still has yet to completely slip but, eventually, you felt the décor was very fitting for Patrick, and realistically you couldn't see him living anywhere else.

Patrick flicked the light switch which in turn, illuminated most of the apartment as you stepped inside. You looked around for a moment, not much had changed since the last time you had been here, aside from the addition of a few more paintings hung up on the wall (all done by you, of course). You made your way into the living room and sat down on the white couch that sat in the near middle of the room. While your body settled into the cushions you could hear Patrick's footsteps behind you falling against the hardwood floor. You looked up as he walked out in front of you, heading towards his stereo and looking through his collection of CDs.

Before long the sound of Depeche Mode's Question of Lust began to fill the space around you.

"Oh, Patrick," You smiled at him as he turned up the volume on the stereo, "You're so romantic" you giggled. Patrick began to walk over to you, sitting on the couch next to you, and before he could even get a word out you were pressing your lips to his and kissing him passionately. Patrick, in response, placed his hand against your cheek and deepened the kiss. Your hands roamed around Patrick's body before finally resting on the back of his neck. You were sure your heart was beating out of your chest at this point, no matter how many times you had been with Patrick, no matter how many times you had done this the excitement never seemed to quell. You could not stop yourself from smiling as the pair of you exchanged deep passionate kisses. Everything seemed to be moving so slow as Patrick began to push you back so you lay against the arm of the couch. He propped himself up above you as the pair of you continued to kiss and the music played over the stereo.

Everything just seemed so perfect you found yourself questioning if you had been dreaming tonight, or even the last few months. But all of a sudden Patrick stopped and pulled away from you.

"What's wrong?"

"It's, not very comfortable on the couch," he said, getting up and standing beside you. "Come on," he grabbed your hand and helped you up, leading you to the bedroom. He stopped as you entered the room, "One moment," he said, kissing your forehead before walking off into the bathroom.

You looked around the dimly lit bedroom for a moment, then walked over to one of the bedside tables to turn on a lamp to let some more light into the room. While turning on the light you noticed that one of the table drawers was ajar, you could see inside of it and as you looked down nothing struck you as out of the ordinary, just regular things you would expect Patrick to have; his glasses, manicure scissors, tweezers, nail files. But, as you went to close the drawer something caught you off guard, a large kitchen knife. Confused, you kneeled down beside the drawer and opened it up some more, where you found even more odd things inside; razor blades, a pair of pliers, a small pairing knife, and a box of matches. You couldn't help but feel an actual sense of unease at the sight of everything, most of the items could be easily explained away as small tools one may potentially need, but the kitchen knife was what was really throwing you for a loop.

As you scanned the drawer and it's contents one more time you told yourself, it's probably just for protection. Of course, that seemed logical, Patrick had a lot of expensive things in his apartment, it would make sense for him to be worried about a potential break-in and robbery, if that was the case he would, most definitely, need something to protect himself with.

Satisfied with your answer, you closed the drawer and stood up from where you were kneeling before sitting atop Patrick's bed. Your body sunk into the crisp white sheets, and as you propped yourself up against the bedroom you took a moment and laughed a little over how silly you sounded almost getting so worked up over what was in the drawer. You also couldn't help but feel a little bad about almost jumping to the conclusion that Patrick could be some sort of creepy psychopath... or something.

You were quickly shaken out of your thoughts by the sound of Patrick walking back into the bedroom, his suit jacket now removed and his undone tie hanging loosely around his neck. Patrick's hands were currently on the collar of his white button up shirt, undoing the buttons while he walked into the room. From the living room you could still hear the sounds of music playing, it filled the room with the perfect ambiance of how you were certain the rest of the night would play out. And there you sat on the bed, with a satisfied smirk on your face drinking in every moment of it.

a/n: aaaa im so sorry this took so long to get out!!! i still hope everyone enjoys :) i went through like 40 different iterations of this part before finally deciding on this lmfao and i was originally going to end this here but... if anyone wants a final part... maybe where reader finds out anout patrick... or something... lmk :) i kind of enjoy this storyline haha.

#patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #christian bale #american psycho #horror fic #slasher x reader #slasher fic

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melissa-kenobi · 3 years

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hiiii omg i love your fics! and your hurt tech fic was so good, I cried so much while reading it! can I pretty pls request something smutty with tech using prompts 39 and 55 pls?

thank you sm, ily, keep writing, you're amazing! ❤

A/N: Hey Anon! Ahh omg you're gonna make me blush, you're too sweet, thank you so much!!! That means alot ily too!! Also warning, this is pure filth, and it has not been proof read, sorry! xx

Summary: Tech tries to multitask but fails in doing so.

Prompts:"Don't start what you can't finish." & "I'm bored. Come over and sit on my dick."

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Repairs [Tech x Reader]

"Kriffing bantha shit!" You cursed, kicking the edge of the ship before recoiling in pain, nearly slipping off the top of the wing. "Stupid ship!"

"Hey! That's my ship you're damaging sweetheart!" Tech calls out from below, finger raised in a slight accusation.

"It's my life on the line here Tech!" You retorted, kicking the- no sorry his- ship in anger once more. Well a few more times than once. "Kriffing wing, why won't you jus-"

Screaming in annoyance, the part you were trying to fix somehow fixed itself after a few kicks. "What the-

"Did it work?" Tech called out from below, datapad in his hand as he blinked back up at you. You stared at him in shock, you had just spent around 2 hours stuck up here, trying to fix his godforsaken ship before he tapped away at his datapad, fixing it in one go. "Well?"

Growling at his comment, you rolled your eyes at him before jumping down and marching your way inside. "Where's Hunter?" You asked no-one in particular, but Tech being Tech had followed you in, responding rapidly.

"On a mission for Cid." You opened your mouth to reply but Tech had beat you to it, already knowing what you were going to ask. "He's taken Wrecker, Echo and Omega with him. We're here to fix the ship and get the repairs done."

You let out a little hmmp, before narrowing your eyes at him. Now that the boys weren't here, you could give your boyfriend the telling off you wanted to prior to this incident. "You made me stand up there in the cold for two hours, when you're telling me, you could have pressed a few buttons and it would have been done?"

"Technically- without your input, or should I say aggressive mannerisms, I couldn't have done it wi-

"Don't."

You stormed off into the refresher, needing a nice clean shower to rid yourself of your anger. You didn't really know why you were angry. Okay, maybe you did. Tech hadn't been spending much time with you, being on the run with his brothers left very little time for the two of you - and with Omega on the ship, well that certainly put a damper on things.

Rinsing your hair out, you could hear, no you knew Tech was stood outside the door of the refresher, pacing up and down. He'd probably realised that you were annoyed but couldn't figure out why, so he'd question you about it till you blurted it out, like usual.

"Mesh'la..." Tech called out softly, knocking on the door. Maker, his voice was so soft and quiet. Now you felt kinda bad for lashing out on him. It wasn't his fault.

"I'll be out in a few baby!" You called back, quickly wrapping the towel around your body as you dried your feet and walked out.

"Cyar'ika, i-i- I'm sorry. I-i didn't mean t-

Your heart clenched as you watched him fumble for words, maker you were soft for this man and you didn't care. You'd drop to his feet and do anything for him. "No Tech. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I didn't mean it. I was just tired and-

"Neglected. I've been neglecting you mesh'la. I'm sorry, I didn't realise." Tech quickly cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs rubbing the soft planes of your cheek as you gave him a small sigh. "I'm so sorry pretty girl. Let me take care of you.."

***

Last night had been one of your best nights with Tech. The two of you were now curled up against each other in his bunk, sheets sprawled around you as you cuddled into his body. You smiled, happy and contempt with where you were right now. Stealing a glance at Tech, you found him looking down at you with adorning eyes.

"Good morning mesh'la." Tech leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead while you cuddled into him. "Did you sleep well?"

You hummed in response. "Better than ever... missed you Tech..." You mumbled in your drowsy sleepy state.

"I know, I've missed you too mesh'la.." Tech smiled softly at your sleepy face. "But now let-

Tech was cut off as the ships comm was calling. The two of you gave each other a look before Tech kissed your cheek, telling you to remain in bed while he dealt with it.

"Tech? Y/N? Come in.."

"Hunter. What's the problem?"

Tech watched as Hunter sighed deeply. "It looks like we're going to be stuck on this mission for a while."

"How long?"

"Possibly a day or two. Can you get those parts for the upgrades you needed?"

Tech nodded. "Definitely. Myself and Y/N can get to work on them."

"Where's Y/N?" Omega asked eagerly, as she tried to see the holocall but Hunter was blocking her view of Tech.

"She's sleeping." Tech replied quickly. Far too quickly to be normal.

Hunter raised an eyebrow in amusement. "I think you best put a shirt on Tech, and get to work on those upgrades." Hunter nodded as Tech blushed in embarrassment before the call ended.

Tech was not sure whether to be pleased or annoyed. Pleased that he could now spend the extra time with you and treat you like you deserved to be, but annoyed because he had to do the repairs. Not that he didn't love upgrading his ship, because don't get him wrong, he does. It's just- he rather spend the time with you.

Pacing his way back to you, he found you nestled under all the sheets, only a small portion of your head popped out. Your eyes closed and restful as you let out little snores in your sleep. Tech inched closer to you before he jumped on the bed, startling you awake as you tried to jump up but was trapped with Tech's body.

"Tec-

"Mesh'la did you know you snore?" Tech smiled, leaning on your stomach as he popped his face up with his hands under his chin.

"I do no-

"I have a reco-

"Tech- don't tell me you-

*snoring noises*

The two of you gave each other a look as he played the noises, your face scrunching up in denial as Tech only smiled widely at you adorable face. "Told you."

"That's fake."

Tech gave you look that said 'really?' before pulling the covers off you. "C'mon mesh'la, I want to make breakfast for you. Get ready and I'll prepare the meal."

***

Late in the evening you found Tech tinkering away at the Hyperdrive, wanting to adjust the wires and add in his upgrade so he could get it to work faster.

"Teeeechhhh?" You groaned out, sat on one of the seats while you watched him work on the ground.

"Mmmhh?"

"I'm bored!" You stated, eyes following down to him. He was lying down on the ground, head hidden under the switch board as he tinkered away with the fuses. His legs were on display as he spread them, giving you a nice view of his bulge. Deciding to tease him, you slipped your shoe off, leaving you in your socks as you slid your foot up his leg, heading to his inner thigh before slowly edging around his bulge.

You could have sworn you heard a tool drop on the floor the minute he felt your foot slide up his inner thigh. Ignoring his sudden intake of breath, you decided to continue your torture on him as he continued to work. Purposely hovering over his bulge you heard him drop his tool once more before he slid out and faced you. "Mesh'la if you're so bored, why don't you come over and sit on my dick?"

Mouth turning up into a smug grin, you couldn't hold in the wave of arousal that spread through your body at his words. Nor could you stop the wetness that was slowly seeping through your panties with the hungry look he was giving you. It seems that Tech was slightly impatient as he slipped his hands onto your things and pulled you down to sit on his upper legs, just a few inches away from his bulge, where he wanted you the most. "Tech!"

"What? You said you were bored." Tech deadpanned, acting as if your previous actions hands affected him so much. "I merely suggested an activity for you."

"Oh yeah?" You grinned, you weren't going to back down from this, you could easily win this. You were on top, and in control of him, not the other way round today. "Sure you can handle it sweetheart?"

"Course I can." Tech confidently replied, lifting his hips up as you slid his blacks down, noticing he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Naughty." You commented, slipping them down to his knees before pushing hair body back down. "Go on then, finish your work."

"But-

"I thought you could multitask Tech?" You asked innocently as you touched the tip of his cock. He was already at half mast and was leaking with pre-cum as you licked the small bit that had gathered on your forefinger.

"Don't start what you can't finish mesh'la..." Tech warned, his tone serious as he watched you through his tinted goggles.

"Who says I won't?" You smirked, unzipping your skirt to the side as you hovered over his cock, giving him a view of your naked pussy.

"Kriff.." Tech cursed as he saw you too had no panties. "You had no panties this entire time mesh'la?"

"I thought you already knew sweetie? With those sly glances you've been giving me, I thought it was obvious."

"Fuck, mesh'la you're going to be the death of me.." Tech groaned as his hands dropped his tools, coming to rest on your waist as you slid your naked pussy up and down his cock, making him moan in response.

"Ah-ah, no hands sweetie." Tech gave you a look that made you almost feel bad. Key word, almost. "I'm pretty sure Hunter needs that hyperdrive fixed and upgraded, so that's what you're going to do while I have my fun over here." Tech gave you a small whine, his face pouting as he regretted even wanting to add upgrades to the ship. He knew that would have come back to bite him in the arse. "Mesh'la please-

"Nope. You said you could multitask, so multitask cyar'ika..." You playfully kissed him on the lips before making him slide back under as you adjusted yourself on his cock. Under the board you heard him pick up his tools, getting back to work as you slid off his cock, your ass landing on his legs as you touched him slowly. "Mesh'la wha-

"Shh." You hushed him. "If you finish your upgrade, I might even let you cum."

Slowly holding his cock, you inched closer, your hot breath teasing him as his thighs clenched under your body. Deciding to put an end to his torture, you licked the tip of his cock, moaning in contempt at his taste. Salty but with a hint of sweetness that you loved. Tech let out a low whine at your antics, wanting more but needing to finish the hyperdrive. Your hand slipped up and down his length, caressing him slowly before finally taking him in your mouth.

The words that slipped out of Tech's mouth were filthy, his moans echoing around you like a song. Your name being called out repeatedly as he tried to concentrate, but his hips were thrusting into your mouth, doing something else. Feeling slightly lightheaded, you pulled yourself off him, not being able to take much of his length in your mouth, but wanting him elsewhere.

"Mesh'la? What are-!"

"If I recall correctly, you asked me to come over and sit on your dick?" You gave him a sly grin, sliding up onto his hips, hovering just by the tip of his cock as you held it in your hand. "Right?"

"Kriff-" Tech cursed, mumbling several words in Mando'a that you couldn't translate.

Wanting a release, after working yourself up you gripped his cock, slowly sliding the tip of it in before letting out a moan as Tech's hands came to hold you hips and push your body onto him. "Fuck! Tech!"

"Now stay still."

Your eyes widened in surprise, you wasn't expecting him to ask you to warm him. "Tec-

"You're right. I did ask you to sit on my cock, and that is what you will do cyar'ika." Tech blatantly explained, your insides twitching around him as you could feel him filling you so well. "While I finish the Hyperdrive, you're going to be a good girl, right?"

You moaned in response, giving Tech the correct answer that he needed to continue. Fuck. He was a tease. His well endowed cock was snugly fitted into you, giving you no room to budge - his left hand rested on the tops of your thigh while he worked with his mouth and right hand. Maker, you could watch him work for ages, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, and the way he bit his lip when he got something right. The way his head turned upwards, tilting so his blacks slid down, revealing his neck, that was littered with your mark upon them.

Fuck.

This man did things to you that you couldn't explain. Unintentionally, you had squeezed around him, your walls convulsing with pleasure as you gripped his cock tightly inside. Gasping loudly, the tight fit inside had you falling onto his chest, quickly catching yourself before you collapsed on him. It hadn't been that long but you were desperate, desperate for a release.

"If you keep doing that mesh'la, I'm not gonna last very long." Tech gasped, his left hand squeezing your thigh. Obviously you had affected Tech too as he seemed to have lost his concentration, now sliding out.

"Tech- I-i can't- I need to-!" Your words came out fast, struggling to piece together what you wanted as Tech thrust his hips upwards - Hyperdrive forgotten as he chased his own release. A string of incoherent moans and a series of ah-ah, Tech, please- were all you could manage as he held your hips still, thrusting into you harshly.

"Mesh'la, fuck, you're- you're so tight..." He growled, moans slipping from his mouth in return as you clenched around him.

"Tech- ple-!"

"No." Tech growled, that was seemingly his tipping point as he slid out, gripping your hips tightly as he flipped you over. His cock hard and smothered in your juices as he glared at you. "You don't get to cum. You know the rules mesh'la."

"Tech- I...-i I'm sorry!" You pleaded begging for anything, for him to give the sweet release you've been craving.

"No." Tech huffed. "Maybe I'll let you cum once I've had mine." He repeats your previous words mockingly as he gives you a few more thrusts, his breathing erratic, a sign that he was nearly there. Deciding to help him along you pulled on his hair, tugging his face to yours as you kissed him harshly. Lips melting into his as he mumbled moans into your kiss, breathless moans of your name as he panted harshly. Moving your mouth to his ear, you whispered softly "Come for me Tech- I want you to fill me up- I wan-!"

You didn't even finish before Tech gave in, one harsh thrust of his cock inside of you and he was a gonner. Your walls tightening and clenching him tightly, oh so tight as he let out a loud growl of your name, collapsing ontop of you. His cock still inside of you, sensitive and soaking with a mixture of your juices and his cum. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, mumbling your name in pleasure "Y/N, kriff-"

Tech pulled away slowly, his cock slipping out as he watched the juices slip out, his fingers quickly stopping them as he stuffed you with them - making you whimper quietly. "Tech- baby pl-"

"Shh...let me take care of you pretty girl..." Tech kissed his way down, slipping over your pussy as he licked away at your mixed juices. The noises he made were downright filthy, he was on a mission to take care of and he would definitely follow through with it.

It was safe to say, the Hyperdrive would have to be fixed later.

***

Turns out you found that Tech was very good at multitasking - unless it involved you. Then he was a total mess.

A day later, the gang had arrived and was ready to leave, putting in the co-oordintes for which ever planet Cid had sent them to, Hunter turned, sending a questioning look towards you and Tech.

His eyes fluttering over Tech's neck, while looking at you in concern? Maybe it wasn't concern but amusement, you couldn't be sure.

"Tech? Did you manage to get that hyperdrive upgrade in?"

***

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blanknamed · 2 years

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happy happy new years to everyone :))

just wanna say i really had an amazing year despite the rough start and end of 2021. i hope everyone stays safe and healthy!

here's some moots i'm extremely grateful for and i hope the sentiments similar under the cut

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my discount sbi moots aka @redhoodsoot @thatplanetmarz @genesisrose74 and @sharkie-pog !

i like to see them as my very first friends and my tumblr family :)) i'm so glad to have met them and have them deal with my nonsense without any sign of (serious) judgement.

they all also write some pretty banger fics if i'll be honest and are the main reasons why i decided to come out of my shell and write. i also love the little banter i have going on for each and every one of them, albeit most of it being siblings-esque banter.

they really helped me grow in terms of confidence in my writing and confidence in myself outside of the computer! they helped me learn that caring for yourself is not at all selfish and people are kind (and not weird old men) no matter where you are or what your life is like, you just need to let yourself learn who's good enough for you :))

next up is @hufflepuff-writings

kait was probably the next person i decided to reach out to on a risk of not knowing if she'll ever respond. they're a ray of sunshine i love talking to when i manage to catch her on the same time i'm on tumblr as well. i was so honored to be tagged into her event and just being in the same prescence as them in general so i hope to experience more in the near future!

the one and only @mcytmushroom

met shroom by chance and honest to god we practically message each other on a day to day basis now, usually on discords, most times on snap. i was really happy to make them comfortable enough to let us get as close to each other as possible and i really, really hope we stay that way because, honestly, i don't know what my life is like with this snarky little shit.

and then here we have @inniterhq

edgy teenager. that's all i can say. also, i remember seeing sapnap's feet on my feed because of art's little... anons. very horrifying, but a core memory i can't shake when i go on tumblr so this is a thank you but also fuck you /j for putting that there. i hope getting hammy cheek'd was good payback for the unsolicited feet pics.

along with edgy teenger is other edgy teenager @mitzimania

just wanna point out to everyone that i turn 21 next month and not some anceint age mitzi tells y'all. like art, i saw mitzi through my search feed and thought vir writing was really good. ngl, i was lowkey shy to even say anything to mitzi for a while before hiking up my big boy pants and actually talk to vir before i realized mitzi is a little edgy shit lord like art 😐

astrology bestie @earthtooz

the minute crystals were mentioned i just knew earth and i would be tight. also said "that makes sm sense" when i said i mainly had aquarius in my placements and that kinda made me laugh. i hope she enjoys my crystal updates even though they're lowkey annoying WUXHWH if you want your charts read at some point, please go to earth if she has time. also one of her fics made me cry so

and to my favorite steamer @cherios

like most of my mutuals, i stumbled into cher's streaming by chance and thought it was funny to make stupid jokes in chat. i haven't gone into streams in a while due to some family related blockades (i'm sorry cher 😐💔💔), BUT cher has some awesome stories and an even more awesome personality so please follow and enjoy the posts she makes!

also, my favorite streamer @mikeyinnit

very patient. lovely moot. please love mikey and his writing i think they deserve sm attention. they are also very fun to watch in terms of streaming and is working very hard with making connections! love love love mikey please love them as much as me :))

next up is @strawberrymilkgeorge

finally @sunniewrites

fizzy usually gets bullied by me and shroom ngl (esp with that one sven comment WUDHEH im sorry if that's too much LMAO) BUT fizzy is amazing, funny, and overall the sweetest person i met so i love having met them and i hope to talk to her more since everyone lowkey disappeared near the middle of the school year starting, including me. i promise i'll be more active on your server, fizzy ;-; i'm just a little awkward WHSHAH

@basilly , another edgy teenager

one if the contributors on the "arielle is old" joke but i couldn't have it any other way. just like mitzi, i was scared to approach basil until i realized that all of them remind me of littile chihuahuas harassing me 😌 /j we haven't talked much lately but i hope once basil sees this they have an amazing year!

a ray of sunshine, pun intended. hurt sunnie's feelings and you're seeing the end of my bully stick (a promise, not a threat). very happy of have met them and gracing my feed constantly!

some more people i'd like to thank: my anons! don't think i haven't forgotten you guys i miss y'all 😩 playlist anon is the most active (and is also a beta reader for one of my fics so very grateful for my ading for that) BUT i love every single one of y'all for asking to be my anon and i hope to hear from you guys more :))

i'm also very grateful for my followers! we're at around 700+ right now and that's honestly amazing! i'm so happy my writing makes you guys happy enough to follow me and reblog my post you guys are the best ♥️♥️

hope you guys have a happy new year and hopefully we interact more! i'm sorry if i dropped off the face of the earth sometimes; college is a stressful part of my life but is something i find necessary to help me meet my end goals in life. love y'all!

12/31/2021 [10:01PM EST]

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#happy new year #2022 ♥️

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brookecuzyes · 3 years

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three years of you. — tear myself apart

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)

Word Count: ≈3.4k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)

A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!

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You’ve got this, you can do it.

You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.

But you aren’t.

An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.

He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…

“…then why did you show up?”

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Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.

You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.

“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.

“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.

“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.

“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.

“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”

“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.

“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.

On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn’t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.

You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.

“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”

“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”

“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“

“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.

“Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.

The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.

“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.

And I’m feeling… good.

You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.

“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.

“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”

Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.

“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.

You captioned it:

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)

You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”

“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”

“Not if he’s blocked.”

“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”

“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.

“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.

“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.

“Y/N…”

“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”

“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.

“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.

“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.

“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.

“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.

“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.

“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.

“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”

“Woah, wait, now?”

“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”

You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”

“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.

“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.

“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.

“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.

“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.

“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”

“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.

“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.

When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.

When I wake up

I cant even stay up

I slept through the day, fuck

I’m not getting younger

——

“Victoria, you don’t understand-“

“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”

“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.

“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.

“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.

“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”

Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”

“I mean, yeah, but-“

“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?

Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.

Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.

Ok, I’ll just just comment.

——

Caught a vibe

Baby, are you coming for the ride

I just wanna look into your eyes

I just wanna stay for the night, night, night

You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.

When we take a drive

Maybe we can take the 405

Hypnotized by the light

Man, this must be the life

As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.

“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.

“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.

“Definitely.”

“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.

“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.

“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.

What the hell does he want?

You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.

You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore

You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:

For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?

You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.

Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.

You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.

“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.

“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”

“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”

“Why not his number,” you asked.

“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”

After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.

“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.

“You sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Yes. Want me to do it?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”

You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.

I can do this.

Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.

I can do this.

Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.

Click it, it’ll be fine.

And, so, you did. You clicked the button.

You felt free.

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Everything Stays

Part Three: Let’s Go In The Garden...

(A/N) yo i’d like to say thank u to angelwolf-20258 for being so frickin kind. i always read ur comments and they’re always so nice!! unfortunately this isn’t my main tumblr so i can’t respond to them or at least i don’t know how bc im perpetually stuck in 2014. i love u and i appreciate u sm. ALSO!! Those of u who asked to be on the taglist for the last chapter!!! i wasn’t sure if u wanted to be tagged for just this story or not so a;lskdfj that’s kind of what im doing?? if you want to be tagged for everything just let me know! i’ve got handy lil notes on who to tag for what !

(A/N2) Sorry for not posting. I’m all good now sdkfj just needed to like.... bask in emotions for a bit bc it’s time for the sacrificial waterfall if u know what i mean SO i have just been crying over disney and curling into a blanket burrito. i’ve slept more this week than i have in months. sorry this chapter is short but it’s bc it was one whole chapter w the next one but then that was so long it made tumblr take a shit so. yea sldkf

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Rating: M (This Chapter; E for whole story)

Warnings: I think slight PTSD; Mentions of A Shitty Childhood!; Daddy Issues!; Blood & Violence; and a bit of fluff. as a treat. oh also mentions of death sorry i forgot humans did that

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Vampire!Helsing!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 3,868 (shortest of ‘em all i promise. just didn’t want the next one to be massive)

Total Word Count: 14,880

Synopsis: You take a trip to an old haunt with Natasha. Unfortunately, this old house is haunted with more than just memories. Even worse, you’re starting to realize maybe monsters do have feelings. Like, a lot of them.

| i | ii | iii | iv | coming soon |

Lately, there were few times when Natasha ever viewed you as the century-old supernatural being you are. Maybe she’s just adjusted to those shocking red eyes or the occasional glimpse of a pointed fang. Right now, though, you look ancient.

The cottage isn’t much; at least, not anymore. It’s a rotten corpse of a building, collapsed over time and history. The roof is caved in, half of the wall following with it. It’s a death trap, at best, and you’re staring at it with such wanton sadness it makes Natasha’s heart ache.

It’s a little startling, how different everything feels.

You can remember so much about this place - about this home. The trees are the same, you think. You recognize that elm. The air feels the same - carrying the same wildflower scents in the breeze. The fences are wooden, miraculously still standing. There’s the well, though it’s long dry by now.

You approach the doorway slowly, pausing when you get closer to the elm. You’re startled to find three smooth, large stones resting beneath. One you know well as the grave of your brother. No body, as your father had burned it, but just a placemarker for him. You spent so many nights talking to that stone.

You lean down to read the inscriptions on the other two, your heart leaping into your throat as you do so. In Dutch, it reads:

‘Abraham Van Helsing / God Forgive Me’

‘Lucille Van Helsing / Lost Without Love’

Unbidden, you release a choking sound - something like a sob. Who did this? Who would have possibly cared enough to leave them this? You were gone, and she had- she’d really-

“Hey,” Natasha’s voice is soft, though it still startles you from your stunned trembling. You look at her, eyes wide and brimming with tears. “Come here,” she urges, pulling you into an unexpected hug. You relax into it, closing your eyes and swallowing the wave of grief that’s suddenly pressing against you. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, pulling back with an embarrassed smile. “I- I knew they would be dead. I mean, it’s been… so long. Just- seeing it, I think…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Natasha shakes her head, dropping her arms to her sides. “I get it.”

You nod stiffly, clearing your throat and eyeing your former home once more. “Okay. What are the odds the whole thing collapses on top of me if I open the door?”

She stares at it critically, pursing her lips as she does so. (The action is innately adorable. You can’t shake the image of it from your mind.) “I’d say… ten to one.”

“I’ll take those odds,” you announce, approaching the door and opening it with zero caution. Thankfully, nothing happens. You don’t miss Natasha’s relieved sigh before she follows you inside.

It isn’t large, by any means. It’s rather tiny, compared to… well, any housing these days. The first room has a fireplace and chairs, though the furniture has long since fallen to decay and a few bricks are spilling from the fireplace. The wooden floor is dangerously creaky as you move to the room that had once been your parents’ room.

Much of the house has fallen victim to the elements, but doesn’t appear to have been messed with by any of the locals of the village nearby. Maybe because it’s so out of the way, it’s easy to overlook.

You begin searching the usual spots your father hid most of his work. A lot of the books you grab fall apart just as soon as you open them, but they were mostly boring religious texts you never bothered with anyway. You’ve resorted to searching under the bed when you finally find what you’d been looking for.

It’s leather-bound, protected by magic to withstand plenty of damage. Your own journals had been scattered throughout Europe on your trade to the castle, and probably sold off to some foolish collector who’s got no idea what they’ve stumbled upon.

This one, though. This is the one that matters.

Your father’s journal.

He was a meticulous man, thorough in his research and detailed in his findings. You open it immediately, fingers trembling with anticipation, and flip to one of the last pages. It’s written in a rush, the writing difficult to read, but you manage well enough.

November 13, 1912

I have walked into the Pit, and I have seen the King of Darkness. I have awoken a great evil. Dear, God, forgive me. I pray that He did not follow me, but I cannot be certain, so I must part with this journal in hopes that my daughter finds it.

One of the earliest Heirs encountered this Son of Cain. His own first born was bitten by the damnation, and a prophecy was born. If a Helsing ever falls victim to this Dark Prince, they will forever change the world. He took his own life, risking eternity in Hell to save humanity. Thus, our fate, and the fate of the King of Vampires, is forever intertwined. I fear this prophecy could mean the destruction of mankind.

Child, do not follow me into certain death. This is a darkness I cannot fight. You must stay with your mother. Keep her safe for me. I will not be returning home.

I wish I had known what Arthur was-

We cannot undo what has already been done.

I am sorry. I love you.

You reread it over and over until you’re certain it’s been etched into your mind. There’s blood dried in various places, scarring the words just enough to be barely legible. The prophecy. Of course. You let out a disbelieving, watery huff of laughter.

It’s like something has snapped inside of you. Some kind of string wound too tight. After everything you’d been through, after all the monsters you’ve faced… and he wanted to leave you behind with your mother to die in an apocalypse. He didn’t even want to stop it. He was going to let the world end-

Did he really get bitten by something? Did he truly die in the way every Helsing dies sooner or later? Or was he too much of a coward to look death in the eye and spit in it?

Your laugh is empty, meaningless. Just like your life had been.

Natasha approaches the room silently, cautiously, upon hearing your almost maniacal laughter. “Did you find something?”

You wave the journal in the air. “Oh, I found plenty.” It’s startlingly animalistic, the way the words rip through your throat like a growl. “I should have known. He never saw me as the heir. He never would have left Arthur here. He’d have tried to stop it if Arthur was with him.” You throw the journal against the wall, listening to the hard smack and the flutter of the paper. It falls to the wooden floor with a thunk, not a page out of place.

“(Y/N)-”

“He didn’t even try,” you snarl, looking at Natasha with an achingly open expression. You remind her, for a moment, of a young child finding out the ugly truth of their parents. She knew your relationship with him wasn’t the best, but she could see you idolized him in some way. Now, you look broken. Lost. “He wanted to leave us here to die. He knew it was impossible to take on a literal king of vampires alone. He did it anyway.”

“Or he didn’t want you to die with him?” She suggests, keeping her tone gentle.

You roll your eyes, looking away to wipe furiously at them. They’re burning, like you’ve got the urge to cry, but no tears come. “He was a coward.”

“So, you were right, then. He couldn’t take Harkon alone. But you did. You stopped the world from ending. Without him.”

“He was bones by then, I’m sure,” you grumble.

“The point is, you did that. You are the heir. You’re the one that matters. Not him.” She reaches out to grasp your arm. “This might not even be the real prophecy. It looks like he wrote that in a hurry.”

“So, what, we’re back to square one?” You huff, finally looking back at her and feeling somewhat embarrassed by your outburst.

“Not necessarily.” Natasha releases your arm to pick the journal up. “We just need more resources.”

“So, Paris, then?” You frown. “We should be careful. Elizabet isn’t very trustworthy. I’m positive her ‘friend’ is some kind of creature from the Underworld, but I don’t know what yet.”

“Fury traced the name. She’s an art critic, and in just a few days she has a ball planned to celebrate her newest prized possession. Some kind of necklace worn by a former Queen of France.” Natasha explains, holding the journal out to you. “We’ve got invites as American representatives from the Smithsonian.”

You snort. “I know nothing of art.”

“But you do know history, grandma.” She winks.

You roll your eyes before they land on an old box just beside the mattress, resting on a table. The smile pulls at your lips, unbidden, as you reach for the box almost blindly. Your mother would kill you if you’d ever touched this, but-

Well, she’s not here anymore.

There are familiar pairs of earrings you recognize. She’d worn them plenty of times throughout your life, before she…

Old bracelets, worn necklaces - many you’re sure could sell for plenty of money by now. Finally, you find what you had been looking for.

It isn’t a grand ring by any means, but it was always one of your favorites. You can feel the magic thrumming from it as you hold it between your fingers with great caution. It stings, feels wrong to be around, but that just means it’s still in working order. You murmur a soft incantation, much to the surprise of Natasha - who, up until now, hadn’t even seen you use your magic before - and the feeling gradually goes away.

“What is that?” She asks, looking down at the deep green gemstone. Holding it in place are vine-like silver tendrils curling into each other. You aren’t sure how old it is, but your father had enchanted it himself long, long ago to give to your mother. It wasn’t her wedding ring, but it was a ring that kept her safe for many years.

“It’s an enchanted ring,” you explain, holding it out to her. “It makes you feel… different to the rest of the monsters. Like you’re spoiled, or something. More of a claim, really.”

She arches an eyebrow, plucking the ring delicately. “I realize you’re old-fashioned but there’s no need to ask for my hand to get into my pants.”

If you could blush, you would. “Ha ha. Very funny. That was my mother’s ring, I’ll have you know.”

She puts it on with pursed lips, examining it for a long moment like a real professional. You try not to tap your feet as she does so. “It’s pretty,” she murmurs. “But, what about you?”

“I… enhanced it a little,” you admit shyly. “A simple spell, really.”

“That’s-”

A thud makes Natasha’s features go slack with shock. She crouches low, her gun in her hands in a breath of a moment. You follow her lead, crouching and reaching beneath the bed until you find the familiar handle of a stake. Two of them - your father was a raging paranoiac. You pull them out and hand one to Natasha.

“Does anyone else know about this location?” Natasha asks in a quiet voice. “Any old friends?”

“No,” you whisper back. “This place used to be protected against vampires. It was gone long before we got here.”

You should have been more prepared for this.

“Stay close to me,” you order. “You’re going to shove that right in its chest, as deep and hard as possible - but only if it comes for you. I’m going to keep it off of you.”

“Nice try,” she scoffs. “I’m not hanging back and letting you have all the fun.”

Thud.

“Nat, this isn’t a-”

The door slams open, effectively shutting you up. You take a slow step closer to Natasha, fingers wrapped firmly around the familiar smoothed wood.

“It’s been far too long,” comes the bone-chilling voice. It’s a familiar, distant memory - a memory you try, in vain, to push away. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

You creep out of the room, signaling for Natasha to stay back, bile rising in your throat. “You shouldn’t be alive,” you hiss, standing to your full height.

“Neither should you,” the grin is full of sharpened teeth. Marcus is one of the oldest vampires you’ve ever fought. You were certain you left him for dead in your rampage. Evidently, you were wrong. “I always knew you would come back. You have no idea what you’ve unleashed, do you?”

His skin is grey with age, his eyes sunken in. He must have been handsome, long, long ago, but something happens with vile creatures like him. Something in the way they can return from the Pit like this.

“Get out of my home,” you snarl.

“I buried her, you know.” He continues, still grinning. He taps his long, bony fingers against the trim of the long-forgotten loveseat. “Your poor mother. I think something happened when your dear father came home.”

Anger sparks within you sharp and hot. A strike of lightning. Before you even realize what you’re doing, your body throws itself at the ancient monster. His red eyes flash with amusement, fingers finding your arm and throwing you - carelessly, easily - out of the hole in the side of the cottage.

You land with a hard thud. The stake is still in your hand, but you’re starting to feel that familiar heat of your magic coming to life. It thrums in your palms, dances at the edges of your fingertips. Marcus follows easily, his fist flying at your face with the speed of a bullet.

You’re not human anymore, though.

You grab his hand in yours, sending a violent wave of heat through your palm. He howls in pain, the stench of burning flesh hitting your nose. There’s a shadowy cloud drifting around your fingers, but you pay it no mind.

Marcus roars in fury, lunging at you and pinning you against a nearby tree. Your back scrapes against the bark just before he tosses you into the air with such ease you may as well be a ragdoll. You grab his neck the first chance you get, stake forgotten, and curl your body over his.

You see a flash of red, hear the thrum of a panicked heartbeat. Natasha.

Marcus’ head swivels in the direction of her. You don’t see his grin, but hear it in his voice. “You brought a friend, too. How delightful.”

He grabs you roughly, pinning you to the ground and TEARING at your arms. “I’d love to make you watch as I kill her,” he laments, “but the King will not allow the likes of you to walk in His New World.”

You hear the familiar crunch of a vampire’s flesh being torn apart. He’s going to rip your arms off, savor every second of killing you. The pain is enough to make you scream.

Then, there’s nothing but the pained howl of Marcus. Natasha has her legs wrapped around his neck, her stake coming down at a strong - but unfortunately clumsy - angle. He tosses her aside easily. She lands next to you with a grunt, but seems uninjured.

You, on the other hand… you’re getting weaker. He’s too strong - Natasha isn’t experienced enough with hunting vampires this old. He died and came back - he must have obtained something in return.

“Natasha,” you look at her with wide, panicked eyes. “I have to ask you something.”

“Now is not the time for that proposal.” She pulls you back to your feet just in time to avoid Marcus’ next lunge. She really is remarkably fast for a human.

“No,” you wheeze. “I need- I need to drink your blood.”

“Oh,” she blushes. “Uh- right- right now?”

“I need you to trust me.” You breathe. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Okay,” she yelps when you take her into your arms, sending a wave of your unusually dark magic in the direction of the vampire. He snarls as it holds him in place.

You waste no time while the spell lasts. You lift your head to Natasha’s neck, placing a careful kiss there as she slowly tilts her head to the side. You sink your fangs in, sighing with relief. Strength flows into you quickly, violently. You’re trembling when you pull away, giving her another lasting kiss over the bite. Natasha’s body becomes slack as you ease her beneath the elm tree beside your brother. You pray, if there’s anything listening, that it’s Arthur, and some part of him will keep her safe while you turn to Marcus with a newfound energy bursting through you.

He cackles. “You would keep a blood-”

“Finish that sentence and I promise you will not be able to return in one piece.” Your hands are swarming with that dark smoke, now.

He eyes you with real fear, suddenly. His near-glowing eyes hone in on your palms. “He- it’s worse than he thought…”

“It’ll be a helluva lot worse for you in a second!” You announce, taking your chance to grapple him to the ground.

He tears into you with all he’s got. You hear something like a tree cracking as you throw him against it. At last, your moment comes, and you twist off his head with a quick, smooth motion. He falls to the ground, head rolling away as you ease yourself away from the body. You waste no time in burning it, using a final burst of your powers to light the parts before hurrying back to where Natasha lay beside the tree.

She looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Good?” She slurs.

“Good,” you confirm, holding your hand out to her. “Now let’s scram before we can get caught up with anyone else paying me a visit.”

Finding a taxicab is difficult, but not impossible. Natasha is just starting to come to by the time you make it to your hotel. When you’re finally in your pajamas, snuggled into your separate beds, she finally speaks:

“Are you alright?”

You stare into the darkness for a long while. Are you alright? It’s sort of a ridiculous question isn’t it? “I might be starting the apocalypse that I ended a century ago. So…”

“Who doesn’t start their fair share of apocalypses?”

You snort. “What, is this a common occurrence with your line of work, agent?”

“It doesn’t usually involve an ancient cabal of vampires, but,” she clears her throat. “It’s nice to have a little change every now and then.”

You laugh. “You’re nuts.”

“Aren’t we all?” She hums. “But, seriously, you aren’t alone in this.”

You smile to yourself. “I know.”

- - - -

“It’s different, isn’t it?” Natasha asks, her hand finding yours almost absentmindedly. She tells herself it’s to avoid getting lost in the crowd, but you’re certainly not complaining. (Or asking.) “The city, I mean. I can’t imagine what this feels like to you.”

“The whole world is different,” you shrug. “Be nice if it was less dangerous, though.”

She wrinkles her nose. It’s so cute you have a brief thought of leaning in and kissing it. “Don’t think that’ll happen any time soon.”

The sun has just set, Amsterdam igniting its nightlife with the rise of the moon. You take in the sight of all the young, smiling faces. You think of the dirt roads you used to know, the children you grew up with. Had their lives been happy? When you gave yourself into the ‘family business’, you lost contact with so many of them. You didn’t care for remembering them back then. You were going to die young, and you were ready for it.

But now you’re something like alive, in a new city with a new face beside you, smiling like it’s just a normal night. You’re two normal people, out doing normal people things. (Which, you suppose you are, before your flight to Paris tomorrow.)

Natasha’s eyes are bright; she looks ethereal. If you could capture this exact moment, when your eyes meet and her lips are curled into that smirk of hers, and relive it forever - you would.

The bar is dark and heavy and loud. Getting drunk isn’t as fun when it takes too much alcohol to get you tipsy, but Natasha doesn’t seem to mind. She can hold her own, that’s for sure.

She’s getting your final round of drinks for the night when a woman perches beside you. She reeks of rum, her eyes drooping and her smile lazy.

“Are you American?” She asks, her accent heavy with her drunken state.

“No,” you admit. “But I live in America.”

“You’re cute,” she leans in too close for comfort. “I can show you the best spots in-”

“That’s nice,” you politely offer, scooching back an inch just to stop smelling the alcohol on her breath. “But I really don’t think you should-”

“C’mon,” her hand falls on your arm, squeezing lightly. “It’ll be fun.”

“I came here with someone.” You try to pull your arm away but she’s either relentless or clueless or just needs to stop drinking.

“So?” She purrs. “I don’t see them now.”

A throat clears. The girl turns to find Natasha glaring daggers. If looks could kill, Natasha would be an even deadlier assassin. The drinks are sitting on the table, forgotten momentarily as Natasha hones in on her target. She looks at you, briefly, before scowling at the woman.

“Well? You see me now, don’t you?”

The girl’s eyes widen. “I-”

“No, no, please. Continue grabbing my girlfriend in front of me.”

“I’m just gonna-” the girl slides out of the booth and scurries away like a frightened chihuahua. You snort as Natasha takes her spot, looking a little too smug.

“Aw, you called me your girlfriend,” you tease, taking your drink and offering it in a toast. She clinks her glass against yours with a roll of her eyes.

“It’s the only way to scare off desperate people like that.”

“I liked it. You should be possessive of me more often.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

It’s weird, this moment of sudden clarity. You had never considered falling in love before - you had no plans to pass on the family curse, after all, and there was simply no time for it. You saw how distraught your father’s absence made your mother. You had been there for the waiting, for the ‘what if’ that lasted months at a time.

You never wanted it.

But that doesn’t stop it from finding anyone, does it?

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Natasha asks, blushing a little under your attention.

“You’re just beautiful, that’s all.”

I really am in deep shit, you think distantly.

- - - - thank u, next - - - -

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yuckydraws · 2 years

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Happy New Years <3

I just wanted to thank some people who made my year so much better!!!! (Also no pressure to respond to these tags, I just want to show my appreciation - and I wanted to make one of these posts since I didn’t last year)

@und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut - While we haven’t talked much, I’ve enjoyed every little interaction we’ve had through tags and simpage!! There’s been multiple times this year where I went and scrolled through your masterlists cause your writing cheers me up every time<3333 you’re so amazingly kind and you’ve made me laugh a lot and I hope you’ve had a good year!! (Also this is silly but thank you for loving Vant so much, honestly that gave me such a boost of motivation aknsjsjakabam)

@pink-garcie - Bro. Bro!!!! I freaking love our conversations so much and I seriously cherish those drawings you did for me. They hold such a special place in my heart and I’m so glad we became friends!! I hope we have more silly convos to come this next year - I particularly loved the one where we imitated how the guys would text kanajjaakab it made me laugh

@kalquinn - Kansjajakab we haven’t been friends for long but omg I’m so glad we are!!! You’re so kind and funny and you’ve helped me feel so much more motivated to write and I want to thank you for your advice and help!!! Also for the mutual excitement, you’re so fun to talk to!! I look forward to chatting with you more and getting to know more about your boys cause I love your writing so much!!!

@ne-crow-mancer / @ufolane (not sure which to tag) - OMG- okay, we haven’t talked much but you’re literally the sweetest person. Your ao3 comments give me life and that fanart you did of my fic??? Oh my god it’s in my drafts forever and I get to look at it every time I’m working on my stuff and it makes me smile. Your art is amazing and I hope you know just how much you’ve motivated me when it comes to my fic.

@jnpie - I freaking love your content so much. Your art is so perfect and I love how much thought you’ve put into HT Papyrus, he’s so sweet as well as a little food goblin. I love reading your writing about him and omg that drawing you did of me and Sans is so freaking cute I look at it so often cause it’s so sweet and wholesome and funny and slsjkajjaqana. You’re very kind and I look forward to seeing more of your drawings<333333

@mariposawolf - We haven’t talked much but I love your art sm and your tags always make me laugh- I always get a smile on my face when I see you on my dash/notifs <3333333

@happytheoristdreamer - You are the most kindest and most supportive person ever, I swear. Thank you for all your motivation and omg don’t even get me started on your art holy shit I love those drawings you’ve made for me so much and I always enjoy our chats when we have them!!!

@kezibun - Your writing is so beautiful, I loved the edge/reader fic you wrote for me and don’t even get me started on the drawing!!! Gah!! My heart!!! I know we haven’t been mutuals for too long but I wanted to thank you for being so sweet and supportive!!

I also want to thank all my other mutuals and followers!!!! Y’all have no idea how much this blog has helped me and it wouldn’t be possible without all your support. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much, and I’m excited to make some more skele content in the future<333333

#yucky yaks #yucky being sentimental #happy new year #not going to say anything positive or negative about it being a new year cause uh well you know but yeah #this blog helped me feel so much better at times when I was down #it gave me an outlet to create and I have such a fun little community that’s so kind and supportive #this fandom is amazing and I’m so glad there’s such an abundance of skele-simps #wow can I think of any other descriptors than ‘kind and supportive’??? 💀💀💀 ITS TRUE THO #anyways I’m done being all SAPPY #BACK TO MY SIMPING-#I’ll see y’all there<3

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emilyc118 · 3 years

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(TW: sexual assault)

Let’s talk Rosalie and Emmett:

Emmett is described as being jovial, humorous, care-free, doesn’t dwell on things he cannot control, and like an open book. Edward states in midnight sun, “Hearing Emmett’s thoughts never felt intrusive, because he never thought one thing that he would not say aloud or put into action”. Rosalie is described as being vain, determined, cynical, pessimistic, and (according to Edward) shows little concern for anyone but herself.

Now, a relationship where “opposites attract” is possible but doubtful to work in this situation. First of all, Emmett absolutely has to have a serious side for this relationship to have gotten anywhere in the early days. Rosalie says she fell in love with his honesty and innocence and that Emmett is exactly the kind of person she needs. I understand the idea that he could help balance her out and help her see the joy in life and become more lighthearted. But, she would not have trusted him to move forward with the relationship if there wasn’t serious conversation about her past trauma and her feelings about what she lost. Emmett would not have just shrugged it off and said “yeah that sucks, but being a vampire is better.” No, he would’ve been understanding and supportive and not rushed into anything she wasn’t 100 percent ready for.

A consistency throughout the books in SM believing Rosalie and Emmett were love at first sight and never had any trouble with becoming comfortable and trusting. Emmett might work that way, but Rosalie definitely wouldn’t. She wouldn’t just latch onto a guy she just met without spending a lot of time working through her past relationship. There are things throughout the books, especially midnight sun, that should be mentioned but are brushed over. For example, Edward and Emmett chat in the woods and Edward is worried about Bella’s safety and mentions homocide. Emmett responds with basically oh she’s fine she lives in forks. Realistically, he should’ve gotten sad thinking that his own wife died by homocide. Or when Edward tells Rosalie “we all know what a perfect assassin you are.” There’s no way Emmett would just sit there and let him make that comment and not defend her. If that was my significant other I would’ve lost my shit screaming at Edward telling him how dare he say that considering his own murder record and to be thankful he was never in a place where someone hurt him so bad that he had to make that choice. Emmett is always shown as the husband that just deals with Rosalie’s bitchy attitude, never an actual loving and supportive partner. I was 12 when I first read these books. The messages to young girls about what’s ok and not ok in a relationship are so warped. And I won’t even get into the problems with Edward and Bella. SM couldn’t used this as an opportunity to show young girls that they deserve a man that respects them no matter what. That it’s possible to find someone to help you heal through your trauma. Back in the 30s, spousal rape was legal and I wouldn’t doubt that if Rosalie survived she would’ve been blamed and at fault. So going into a relationship with Emmett she wouldn’t had the idea in her head that she wasn’t worth anything anymore and that she didn’t deserve him. A great chance to show young girls that it’s never their fault! SM basically even says Rosalie had this life because of her beauty and if she was average like Vera (she wouldn’t have gotten gang raped and beat)! I’m frustrated so I’ll stop ranting. Rosalie and Emmett deserve so much better. I rely on fanfic for their relationship because I know if SM ever wrote a book about them, nothing would change.

#twilight #rosaliehale #eclipse #breakingdawn #midnightsun #edwardcullen #emmettcullen #stephanie meyer #new moon

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the-acid-pear · 3 years

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I didn't want to but my last post got so long Tumblr can't load it AFSGSGAHH so this is my second post bc liveblogging this manga is part of my personality now <3

From where i left,

I love seeing Shibukawa i hate knowing how that fight will go down tho </3

JACKKKK ��

Oh is that literally Andre the giant?

MOTOBEEEE 💞

THAT'S RETSU?! GOD I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HIM AT ALL I-

KUREHA IS BACK TOO NICE

Katou baby you won't last

YESSSSSSSS YES YES YES MY SON.

Yeah and uh, Katsumi whatever.

BABYYYYYYYYY BOYYYYYYYYYY

Poor Kozue on god pugoygpgu

Toba 🥺

Kozue like 😨

Chapter 186

You don't know but like 2 days passed and i actually forgot what was happening VÑVPJOYG

I just remembered that scene in the fairy odd parents movie where the crowd goes OHHH AHHH

WHAT NUT?

I don't want to simp so early in the morning but UGHHH look at him!!

Hey has Baki always been doing the yujiro stand or is this new?

Feel you Mr Andre the giant i too have been told to not use my full strength. Though I'm just 1.60, my power comes from my anger issues and my god given right to kick ass

That's one strong kick

Rip the crowd n Andre the giant

Chapter 187

I don't think that's true Baki boy

That's a big number sir

I really don't care about this fight much at all surudtidkgxkhkdgksr

Poor Kozue man

Okay no apparently all cis men on the comments did want to become the string ???? Get help /j

Chapter 188

This is prob cool if you know who these people are. I unfortunately don't.

Look of bloodlust? He looks like the average fuckboy

YESSS BABEY LET'S GOOO THE GLASSES ARE BACKKK

Me watching the anime: omg that's so random why is he wearing glasses out of nowhere lol?

Me now (my brain is bigger): WOOOOOOOOO

I'm still obsessed with Toba's size

IFYOYDITDPUGPJG

Okay i had to google who igari was bc i wasn't recognizing him, now I'm cheering on him

This is gonna be a good one, hopefully

That was murder

DOPPO POG DOPPO POG-

Chapter 189

Hehehe this title sounds promising 👀

KSJSKSHSJS BRO 🥺

I really can't tell if he's scared of confident, i HOPE he's confident like, he's my pollo afteral (i make that joke in Spanish bc idk how to do it in English 😭)

Nice feet (See? No one can accuse me of having a foot fetish because no one reads these haha!)

I'm not gonna simp for 3 lines straight but i can't just pass this without saying how much i love how Doppo looks in this arc my man looking more precious than usual 😌🥺💞

Shout-out to the ppl in the comments wishing Motobe a happy bday <33

Chapter 190

These men just LOVE breaking fingers don't they?

It was a pleasure knowing you Motobe-san

I must say Doppo first watching the fights with Katou now with his son is like, super damn sweet like this dude is just such a Dad™

Sumo is such a damn cool sport tbh, i watched like one documentary on it once and nothing else but it's just like damn

NOOOUGHHH

MOTOBE IS FUCKING DEAD.

Lshekwhwksgskd someone was mentioning how they make Motobe sound like a badass but he loses every time and someone just responded "He's 50", which is similar to the justification i tried to give myself whenever Doppo kept fucking losing but then you have mfs like Shibukawa who is 70 and is just mad powerful KSVSNSH 😔

Chapter 191

Hehe the king ☺️

THAT WAS SO RANDOM AJGSJSGEJSG i love this mf

FUCK HOW SHORT IS RETSU OMG 🥺

1.76 HE'S SO TINY HE'S SHORTED THAN DOPPO OMFG

also if y'all wonder how I'm doing my jaw is currently trembling and i think i have a fever, but it's fine, we getting to 200 today boys

I really don't care much about Katsumi but he has a very shaped face i won't lie, his eyes are very pretty too. STILL DONT CARE BOUT HIM 🙄😒

They just throwing hands these mfs ffs

Katsumi that's a bit too far don't you think?

A fuckin pussy out sort of luck i see

Chapter 192

I hate smooth Retsu sm let him keeps his face wrinkles ffs

Obsessed with these lads

ANDRE MY MAN look at him

EVERYBODY IS GETTING IN THE WAY FR SPUGPYDOTSÑD

I love how these characters say <3

Fucked up to beat up a wounded man tho NGL :/

OH FUCK HIS ELBOW NO

Chapter 193

Idk man after 180+ chapters Retsu's body doesn't look that wild to me

I know he will lose bc uh, Retsu obviously? But man i really like this Russian

Kozue that's how every match is

Hhhh 😬

He's dead.

Chapter 194

OH MY GOD HIM AGAIN?! HHH FFS!!!

VAMOOOS KATOU

Hey they aren't doing the white lips thing anymore that's sick

Motobe Latino /j

OYFPUTDPUTDPUTDPID

NO MY MAN KATOU IS NO MATCH TO YUJIRO NO ONE IS NOOO 😢

Chapter 195

Monkee

MY BOY BAKI GETTING THAT GOOD OL FLASHBACK HUH BAKI PTSD MOMENCE

YEET

Chapter 196

LSHLSHEKEBSJSHSVS IM LOSING IT

Look at the cocky mf man sjsgdhd

I must say i love the progression of Baki's personality

ANDOOOO

Chapter 197

Katsumi is deranged

My health problems are solved btw

I honestly hope Katsumi wins, for the honor of shinshinkai exclusively

Doppo looks so proud of his son 🥺

These mfs so childish ffs

...how is he that small 😭

I really don't understand any of these people

Chapter 198

I love seeing Toba just around doing shit like yeah king you go. My nostalgia enjoys his presence

Toba king i don't want to see you on a wheelchair please-

Toba baby you are going to die and horrible death and i will hate to be the witness of it

LSHSJSHSKHWKSHS ???

He's dead 😔

SHOUT-OUT TO THE FUCKING ASSHOLE WHO COMPARED TOBA TO THE TERRAFORMARS ROACHES 😭😭💀

Chapter 199

Igari right? He's dead too. I have less doubt than anyone else, Hanayama is a beast.

THEHWHSHHS 😭 WHY DOES HE HAVE TO OPEN BOTTLES LIKE THAT FFS

Different? Idk man he looks the same to me

Chapter 200

Like it's not just brawling man if anyone the size and strenght of Hanayama did anything they would win no matter what, this mf is a beast

THAT'S SO MEAN THEY WERE SUCH BESTIES OUGH MY HEART 😢💔

I'm sorry, he's gonna get WHAT? 😳

Ndhskshskhdkd obsessed

THESE MEN OMFG.... IM LOSING IT

So glad at least SOMEONE is still a bro 😒

HANAYAMA BRO??? IM BETTING ALL MY MONEY ON YOU BRO PLEASE

Obsessed he didn't even realize

THANKS HANAYAMA PHEW I WAS GETTING WORRIED FOR A SECOND THERE!

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

And that's it for tonight, adiós

#luly talks #btg #i was worried about this being super short but like 🥴 nah not at all NSHSKSHD #im gonna be honest im having fun yes but im not super into this arc its just. kinda... silly? in a way??#i dont understand these idiots at all #shit was so simple at the very start i rlly miss those days 😔

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jrueships · 3 years

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What wips do you have rn 👀 elaborate pspspspsp

Too many wips.. thats what I have rn.. too many...

WJBFJEBF so the ones I'm most focusing on rn is the spiderman! Donovan/royce au!! So far I wrote the whole exposition and I'm working on the 'enticing incident' LMFAO it's upgraded from my last summary so I have more to write because I'm insane but yeah! It's the one I want done the most but I'm also gonna go on a trip with my buds to this place without wifi for like? Four days so 😭 I might have to finish it there and wait forever until I can post it! And I'm still unsure about the ending!!! THE STRUGGLE

a shorter fic I have in mind still is the russell waiting for kd at a table for two but he never shows up fic! I just really like writing russell widjsbf but not much action happens there! Many just dialogue and a lot of pg fashion/life roasting from Russell's inner dialogue. He's very judgemental of people who give off douchebag frat bro vibes but can't help but feel intrigued by them JABFJWB oh and he makes fun of pg simping for gold diggers

The fics I have written partly but put back in the burner are my donovan/jaylen fic, marcus/giannis, pg/kawhi jealousy fic, pg/kawhi sm*t fic, pg/kawhi space au, and john/trae patroclus and Achilles au! Mainly because they're super long and I get nervous about writing them too much and wasting all my muse on one thing, so I get scared and back off 😭 but I'll tell u the basic summary of them!!

💙 donovan/jaylen fic is based off the idea of donovan going grocery shopping and getting all mad at the thought of the clippers LMFAO. Basically he's at a grocery store getting flowers for his sports medicine doctor for always putting up with his bullshit (never wanting to sit down and relax so he can actually heal. Playing through the pain). But as he shops, he keeps finding the simplest shit that reminds him of the clippers. Like he sees a claw machine and thinks about Kawhi and how collected that guy is, just chillin in the upper stands, while his team is facing a possible defeat. Donny gets all frustrated because like?? He can't just do that? Just sit back and chill while his team is playing without him? Donny HAS to help, has to GET OUT THERE!! kawhi Doesn't... but kawhi is the one who won a championship. And donovan starts doubting his leadership skills and if he's really good for his team.. if he let them down by being Too pushy and Too in their faces.

+ and then when he's getting a cute card to go with the flowers, he spots one that says "you're the man!!" And he thinks about terance Mann and his great game against them, how proud pg, basically his mentor, was of him. And it makes donovan think about his loss and how he couldn't get that same pride out of Dwyane Wade.

Overall, everything makes him feel useless af and he almost kicks a shelf out of anger. But he calms himself down and goes back to the flowers because he actually only got this little dinky green plant still struggling to bloom? He got it for himself because he felt bad for it LMAO but he still needs to get flowers for his sports medicine doctor. He's goes back to the flower section and who does he see? JAYLEN BROWN all gussied up in his depression fit LMFAO.. but they both are. Jaylen and him try to joke but they're both tired and awkward so it sucks IABDKSBD they basically just ask what the other is doing there. Jaylen is just traveling rn because he got nothin else to do IWBDKS but he bought Deuce a souvenir gift! And he asks Donovan if he can help him put it in his trunk (but really he doesn't need donovan's help. He can pick the toy up himself. He just knows that Donovan is too stubborn to accept help when he needs it but he'll always try helping others out! So he wants donny to think he's helping jaylen but in reality jaylen is trying to help HIm because at the car he invites Donovan to go meet up at a hotel with him where they kiss and have sad *** to make themselves feel better WKBFKSBX) that's basically it!!!! I have literally everything written but the *** scene they're literally my weakness.. I love the emotions they make but I hate.. describing the actions it takes to make them?? Idk I just feel cheesy writing it? It's very tedious and boring to actually crank my brain for a synonym to 'moan' because I'm tired of using that word but it's the only word that really applies to that situation without sounding weird, yknow?? Just very tedious

💙💙💙 OK so marcus/giannis idk bro like... it's just taking so long IWBKENF idk what to say except giannis makes a ton of small jokes at marcus

💙💙 OK so pg/kawhi jealousy fic... BASICALLY the plot is LeBron hosts some big rich guy party for the NBA because I need a reason to write all these people that live far apart interacting together OKAY??? But anyways it takes place after 2020 lakers winning the championship! Pg convince the clippers to come or else they'll look bad for being the only team not coming and they media will have a field day with them, so the clippers join the party. Basically everyone who later team up in 2021 are talking to eachother LMFAO like James hardon+kyrie+kd are talking while russell westbrook and beal are bonding over dance moves with a jealous John wall pouting in the corner. Obligatory Marcus and giannis interactions because I can. Kyle and demar are laughing together. It's all goood until LeBron waltzes over with his weird ass feet and starts talking to kawhi. Hes being all Handsome and Strong and lowkey flexing his win. Its starting to make pg suspicious so he keeps intruding upon the conversation. His inner dialogue is basically a ton of lebron hate KABFKWB. LeBron sometimes comments back to pg but ends up kinda tuning him outta the conversation and sly dissing him to kawhi like "how does it feel talking to someone who doesn't hit the side of the backboard lol"

Pg is starting to get nervous because he's trying to compete against LEBRON over who's the better teammate for kawhi.. and with his current playoff history.. he's not gonna win. He keeps trying to get kawhi out of the conversation, but lebron keeps drawing him back in and pg ends up giving up or he risks looking like an overbearing girlfriend.. So he slinks off in hopes of distracting himself. Originally, pg thought KAWHI would be the one standing all alone awkwardly in the room with no one to talk to, but it's slowly becoming HIM who's the lonely one LMFAO. He tries joining in bradley and Russ's conversation because HEY!! Everybody leaves russ! Russ must be SUUUPER lonely and DESPERATE for someone to talk to him‼ especially when his old ex durant is out there plotting with his two hydra heads!! paul thought, anyways, but finds out russ is actually having the time of his life clowning around with beal !! That just makes pg even more envious and he walks away with zero satisfaction of feeling superior JABDJSB he tries talking to John wall like "this party fuckin sucks bro" but John kinda barks at him and pg gives up. He tries talking to marcus and giannis but that was a mistake because the two smartiest smartasses in the room start roasting him together so he's shunned back to pretending like he's getting 700 thirsty women in his dms, AKA pretending like he got a text on his phone while he leans alone on a wall LMFAO. After glancing up periodically (and casually) to see if kawhi is still talking to lebron, he later gives up on playing popular and goes to hide in the bathroom like a fucking loser WHDJBFJEBD in summary he kinda broods and steams about how much he hates lebron and how he's 'so much better than him' and he's just thinking of petty insults against him to try and convince the kawhi in his mind not to leave him for lebron. He gets really mad and punches a mirror, but thank God lebron is playing bass boosted music so no one at the party hears it.

But, demar ends up knocking on the door. He needs to shit. So pg is like.. what do I do with this broken mirror and my bleeding hand.. so he tries to keep demar out and they banter and eventually demar notices its kinda weird for pg to be huddled up in the bathroom instead of partying.. he must be getting high or smthin. So he's like "that's fucking stupid. He can go get high in one of lebrons 700 rooms. Why The bathroom." So he just opens the door LANKDN and sees The Scene.

At first he's like "are u paying for that.." to which pg responds with "uhhh. I tripped and hit my head on it" (while clutching a bleeding fist) but then he realizes OHHH pg must be ... OH is he.. no.. he can't be limp wristed... blah blah they end up bonding over their funny situations: demar being jealous of kawhi and feeling like kyle thinks he sucks because of him. Pg being jealous of lebron and feeling like kawhi thinks he sucks because of him. Blah blah it's a bittersweet ending pg becomes a little less of a jerk blah blah I haven't finished it because I'm stupid and WEAK

💙💙💙💙 pg/kawhi space au is just too long I have to be in the mood to write it or I end up dismissing good details I could have included if i wasn't in such a burnt out mind!

💙💙💙 pg/kawhi sm*t fic I gotta be in the mood to detail the h*rny right 😭😭

💙💙💙 john/trae patroclus and Achilles is mainly just an idea but with no plot!

But yeah!!! Those are SOME of my wips!! This post is really long tho so I'll just shout out those!!!@ thank u for the interest tho that's so cute 😭😭😭 it helps me write more when I have a plot lined up to look off of and remember ideas so this is really helpful to me too!!! I'll be shocked if u read this far tbh!! But anyways THANK U ALWAYS FOR THE ASKS, ANON!!!!!

#ted asks #this one is so long #ted drabbles

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