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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 1 year

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I posted 649 times in 2022

That's 649 more posts than 2021!

66 posts created (10%)

583 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@i-can-even-burn-salad

@suspicious-whumping-egg

@redwingedwhump

@starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@verkja

I tagged 611 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#whump - 88 posts

#whump writing - 82 posts

#fantasy whump - 75 posts

#glass shards - 32 posts

#whump art - 30 posts

#writing things - 23 posts

#🤣🤣🤣 - 22 posts

#writing - 20 posts

#starlit plays tag games - 19 posts

#hidden depths - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i've adopted this story ✨️ as such my first speculative thought was whether cyra would go with adair when (emphasis) he eventually escapes

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hidden Depths: Masterlist

Genre: Fantasy whump

This story is set in my fantasy world of Valysii. It follows an eighteen-year-old young man named Resh, who essentially sold himself into indentured servitude in return for assistance from the Crown to save his sick sister.

Unfortunately for him, he works for the crown prince, Marcus, who is a sadistic bastard. He finds this out soon enough, but not soon enough to matter, if you catch my drift :D

This story is told in dual POV.

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9 notes - Posted October 1, 2022

Chapter 8 ~ No way out

Hidden Depths

Previous ~ Masterlist ~ Next

Genre: Fantasy whump

Written per Whumptober 2022 prompts

CW: flashback of attempted noncon, panic attack, mentioned death, mentioned murder, angst, failed escape, buried alive, magic whump, captivity

WC: 4499

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10 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag nanashi23!

RULES ARE SIMPLE. Share the last lines of... (whatever last lines means to you) . What you've written, last thing you wrote, last line said by a character. Surprise me. : )

This snippet is from a new story featuring Nykim from my fantasy whump Hidden Depths :D

"Her," Nykim said shortly. The early morning light was nearly blocked out by the dense canopy of green from above, so he was forced to slow his pace or risk tripping over a root or fallen branch. That wouldn't do, not even in front of Brant.

Brant shook his head, the motion barely visible. "Her." Brant's tone was full of disbelief. "I still can't believe it."

"What, is it so hard to believe a female could be as vicious as she is?" Nykim asked softly, infusing his voice with a quiet sort of venom. He wouldn't tolerate any disrespect, even when she was gone.

"No, of course not," Brant was quick to say. "It's just, I fuckin trained him. I mean, her. Known her as long as you, and never would've guessed."

Nykim rolled his eyes, then came to a stop before the first wall. There were three of the fuckers, with only one gate, patrolled by the royal guard at all hours. Too tall, too smooth, to climb, but Nykim didn't have that problem.

*grumble fucking tags grumble* Tagging people makes me nervous 😅

Tagging: i-can-even-burn-salad - since I'm not responding to your tag lol verkja @littleperilstories (if you want to of course!) also, butyoumissedmyheart - if you'd like to (like really, feel free to ignore this tag lol), sometimes sharing small pieces is easier than posting a whole chapter :)

There, I did it. *phew*

15 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

I have 3 more chapters and 5 more days in October. I had given up on completing whumptober last week when I got stuck on my last posted chapter. I'm still slightly behind, but it's doable. It is doable. I'm over here cheering myself on. You can do it, anna! :D

25 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Whump Intro

Hi, hello!

Um, I’ve been avoiding this intro bc I am a shy awkward hermit that usually just lurks and likes stuff, but that doesn’t really work on Tumblr so here I am! Plus I wanted to use Whumptober to force myself into sharing my writing and figured it might be useful to introduce myself first.

You can call me starlit, or anna, or hey you, I don’t really care lol. She/her pronouns. I love reading fantasy & fantasy romance, writing, and playing RPG video games when I have the time (usually fantasy based-are we sensing a theme here? 😂)

Before we get to more about me nonsense-

Acknowledgements!

Shout out to i-can-even-burn-salad

For beta reading for me and then being brave enough to share her stories with me. And for sucking me into Tumbler lol. And for talking to me all the time and making me laugh. And for being such a great person. <3

I love her writing and stories so much. Please, please, check her writing out. It's worth it, I promise! Bring tissues though!!

Best internet friend ever trophy, where is it? I need to send it… oh, there it is. Here you go, Elli! 🏆🎉💜

I haven't had the opportunity to check out many other blogs yet, bc someone has such an extensive back catalog 👀 😂 but tagged below is the one I have read. I devoured Traces in one day because it was so good. Highly recommend!

Traces by whumping-in-the-wings - Thanks for writing such a great story! Can't wait to see what happens next :)

(Obligatory disclaimer: heed the warnings. They are well-tagged.)

I've got my eye on several other blogs once I have a little more time. Hope ya'll like spam likes/reblogs/comments, bc I'm a bit enthusiastic 😂

Ok, back to me, I suppose. Under the cut 🤣

I tend to use emojis excessively, but don’t expect me to know the meaning of them beyond face-value expressions. I shamelessly claim elder millennial status as an excuse (which means I’m 18+, obviously).

I’m audhd (combo autistic/adhd), but I didn’t find that out until earlier this year, so I’m still very used to tiptoeing around people and holding myself back out of self-preservation. Working on that though, bc I’m tired of that shit.

Erm, also… fuck is my favorite word. If you don’t like foul language, I might not be a great fit for you.

I joined Tumblr about a month ago, so I am still learning and ask for your patience. (I will probably be learning for quite some time, tbh) If I’m doing something wrong, please let me know so I can fix it.

Asks are welcome, although not sure what you would ask me lol. With asks, keep in mind that I’m literal as fuck and context is everything :D

As is fairly common from what I’ve seen in this community, I’ve daydreamed whump for as long as I can remember, and it’s nice to:

1. know what to call it 🥲

2. find someplace where I don’t feel weird about getting it out of my head and putting it on digital paper. Well, not quite as weird haha.

I’m super nervous to post on here, but that’s what I’m here for, so… deep breaths 😶

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91 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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#verkja i stole your ID i hope you don't mind :')#i really didn't think i'd be getting one of these but i guess it goes from the end of october and not the beginning? lol #so here's what my first 2ish months on tumblr looked like :D #lolol glad i saw elli's post first so i could also remove the tags in my intro #and apparently the ones in the tag game - almost forgot those 😅#2022 year in review

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slttygeto · 8 months

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SOMETHING I’M MADE FOR

what was i made for? | think i forgot, how to be happy

જ⁀➴ synopsis: you owe suguru a lot. a heartfelt apology is one of them.

જ⁀➴ c.w: hurt/comfort, fem bodied! reader, very unrealistic timelines, i have never taken a 'break' while in a relationship so pls dont come for me, reader is mentioned to being depressed at one point, suguru is going through it, second chance sort of.

જ⁀➴ word count; 1,4k

જ⁀➴ note: idk how to feel abt this tbh

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

There was no need for you to feel this nervous, but given the amount of times you’ve wiped your hand on the fabric of your skirt that would sound a bit ridiculous. You were nervous, and rightfully so. You stand in front of the same door that you used to have the keys to, a very familiar red wooden door with the number of the apartment written in gold sitting at the very top, you raise your hand and your knuckles collider with the wood one, two and then three times before you’re taking two steps behind out of respect and privacy for your… well, you didn’t know what to refer to Suguru in this case.

You try not to overthink it, you came here with good intentions. Over the four weeks with almost contact with the man except for the occasional text messages here and there, you’ve come to realize a couple of things. First, you needed to apologize to him. Four weeks isn’t enough for you to heal completely from the damage caused from feeling so low in a long term relationship, but it was enough time to reflect on how you behaved that night with him. Some of his words might’ve hurt you, but you later on figured that it was because he was right, as bad as it sounds.

And second, you were ready to let go of him if staying with you was draining him. You knew that Suguru would never tell you something like that—he might’ve been blunt with strangers, but the man had such a soft spot and a sweet side with his loved ones. God knows how much he loves you, and how many times he said it. But you were too busy thinking that your problems were burdening him and thus, you didn’t deserve the man.

You hear shuffling from behind the door and when it swings open with and you’re greeted with a Suguru in a lazy attire, you feel your heart get stuck in your throat. You hadn’t told him you were going to show up, but you had texted Satoru earlier the same week to make sure that he was at home. To say that Satoru wanted to kill you was an understatement, the white haired male was very protective of his best friend no matter how dearly you meant to him.

Hey, is suguru gonna be home this week?

Satoru

yeah. he hasn’t been outside in a while. why?

Your heart drops when you read that. Suguru wasn’t the type to stay holed up in his place for too long.

um I thought id give him a visit

Satoru

yeah sure

he’ll appreciate that

You could feel the ice cold stare of his best friend through those messages. Maybe it was a little childish from his part, but after hearing that Suguru was acting unusual, you figured that maybe this time you would gladly take the heat.

You hoped that the person standing in front of you wasn’t any different from the person you abruptly left four weeks ago after a horrible fight, but one quick look at the messy hair and the sleep deprivation visible on his face was enough to make your chest burn with guilt. You’re unsure of what to say for a good few seconds, eyes darting behind him only to find the vacuum in the middle of the middle room and groceries on the counter. It seemed like he was trying to get life back together, did you really decide to pop at the wrong moment?

“Do you need something?” the way he breaks the silence is almost bone chilling and you find yourself smiling nervously at him before holding up bags of food to show him that you got him his favorite. But he doesn’t budge, emotionless eyes darting all over your face in what you assumed to be an attempt at making you feel small. And boy, it was working.

You feel stupid and drop the bags of food in front of him before taking a few steps back.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?” Suguru knows what you want to talk about.

“About u-“

“About us?” He cuts you off before you can even finish and raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say that you wanted to stop thinking about me for a while?” he continues. “It’s only been a month.”

“A month is more than enough,” you try to reason. “We were together for three years, of course-“

“Should’ve told yourself that when you left me.” Suguru retorts venomously and you start getting the clear picture. While being away from him made you realize how toxic you were behaving towards him, you being out of his life brought out his worst side. You knew this Suguru—he was spiteful, filled with hatred and didn’t hesitate to cut anyone with his words.

“Suguru,” you try again. “Let me come in.” You see him bite back another snarky response and he complies, letting you walk inside.

Once the bags of food are inside and you see him close the door, you hesitate on where to sit. The kitchen seemed to bring back bad memories, so you choose the couch that you both picked when you first moved in here and you watch as he sits on the other side, a little grunt leaving his lips as he leans back and stares at you.

“Seems like you’ve been doing well,” he points out. “I forgot what happy you looked like.”

You squirm a little under his intense gaze, the way his eyes travel from your bare legs up to your upper half then your face. You were used to Suguru’s loving stare, he always looked at you like you meant the entire world to him—but right now? You felt like he could eat you up and spit you out with his eyes.

“I’ve been, um…” You pause and place one leg on top of the other. “Reflecting on how I behaved in our relationship.” You admit and look around the place. He still managed to keep it neat.

“It was wrong of me to explode on you that night, and to keep so many things from you—it doesn’t undo the fact that I said what I said, but I just want to apologize.” Suguru’s eyes seem to soften for a split second when you shift again in your seat.

“For what?” he asks flatly but the way his body relaxes on the couch indicates that he means no harm. “For possibly being depressed when you were with me?”

“No,” you avoid looking at him. “It wasn’t because I was with you it’s because-“

“That’s not what you said that night,” he cuts you off. “I am so perfect and my life is so perfect that being with someone like me made you feel too guilty to tell me about your problems.” He continues before leaning forward, placing both of his elbows on his knees. “My face…apparently, that was also a reason for you not to tell me about your problems.”

“I was wrong,” you start growing a little nervous. “You weren’t the problem, and I’m here to tell you that I am deeply sorry for what happened that night, even if it was needed.”

Suguru is quiet for a few moments, he is in deep thought before he decides to speak up again.

“You know, a month isn’t enough to fall out of love with a person you pictured your future with,” he starts. “But it sure is enough time for you to resent them a little. You’re hurt and confused, everything was going well, or so you thought,”

“Suguru…”

“I thought that maybe I didn’t want to think about you too, that I was doing so much better without you but-“ the dry chuckle makes your heart squeeze. “As you can see, it’s clearly not the case.”

“We don’t have to get back together right now,” your voice is soft and the way you’re trying to make yourself look small on his couch tugs at Suguru’s heart strings.

“I don’t think it’s that easy either,” he admits. “After all, I still do resent you a little.” His honesty is both relieving and hurtful. A part of you knows that it’s a long and difficult process, but if there was any person actually worth fighting for in your life, it was Suguru. “But…” you raise your head when you hear him speak up.

“I think we could try.”

And through tearful eyes and shared hopeful smiles, you are finally able to breathe again.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

2023 ; all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

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lazycats-stuff · 5 months

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Hi, this is my first time asking here I really love your work and also the whole reason me going into the DC fandom really... Anyway, back to my request can you do like a fluffy interaction with the batfamily when child (male or gn) reader told them that they had a "boyfriend" at school.

Not entirely sure if this is really you're cup of tea and if not you can ignore it.

Oh this is my cup of tea, don't worry. And I got you into DC fandom? I hope you like the fandom so far.

Summary: (Y/N) is slowly growing up. Bruce and the others can't handle it.

Warnings: fluff, Bruce and everyone is emotional, just pure fluff everyone, Titus makes an appearance

The family has been going through a rather tough time recently. (Y/N) has started going to kindergarten and they couldn't see him for almost the entire day. Bruce knew it was important that (Y/N) starts socializing with children his age.

Bruce knew that is was important for (Y/N) to do it and he needs to get over all the child sicknesses. Such as chicken pox and some others. It would build his immunity system and make him stronger. And it was difficult the first day.

Everyone was emotional that first day. All of them barley kept it together as they walked (Y/N) to the kindergarten, more so to the place where he would be spending time until he needs to go to elementary school.

(Y/N) was nervous at first, but Bruce assured him how they would be back to get him back. The brothers all said goodbye and nearly broke down when (Y/N) left and everyone, including Alfred broke down in the car.

" He is growing up so quickly. " Jason said as he was wiping his eyes, trying not to cry fully.

" I know. " Dick said, not even keeping his cool anymore. Bruce and Damian didn't cry, but they were definitely sad about the fact that they couldn't see their brother anyone. Tim was just quiet as he sniffed quietly and Alfred simply looked ahead, outright refusing to cry.

Everyone went on with their days and once they were done with work or school, they would pick up (Y/N). (Y/N) was happy to his family once more and he just wanted a hug from his dad.

And he wanted to be carried by his dad. It was their tradition after all. Soon, Bruce had to update the list of people who could pick him up and included everyone in the family, besides Damian. The kindergarten policy made it clear that you needed to present ID every time you want to pick him up.

Bruce had to admit, he was impressed with the sheer security of the kindergarten and the way that they made sure that nobody unauthorized or somebody who had more sinister motives could get in. Thankfully.

(Y/N) has been going for a few months and he liked it very much. He has made a few friends and Bruce couldn't be happier. (Y/N)'s brother's were happy too. (Y/N) was happy, liked going there and had fun.

What more could they ask for? Nothing more.

As long as their brother is happy, so are they.

It was all going to be fine.

Well, that fine turned into pure confusion when (Y/N) was home. It was a Saturday. (Y/N) and the family was having a family night and (Y/N) was watching a movie in his father's lap, enjoying the contact from his father. Bruce covered his son in a blanket, making sure it was warm. It has started snowing a few hours ago and it was perfect.

More importantly, it was peaceful.

Until (Y/N) started to speak.

It was all fine.

" I forgot to tell you something! " (Y/N) declared as he sat up upright. Bruce glanced at (Y/N) and hummed at him, showing him that he had his attention.

" I have a boyfriend! "

Those four words made Bruce's head spin and he swears he hears that he has heard something crash in the kitchen. Jason spat out his water, coughing the rest of it out. Dick wept and Damian froze. Tim blinked a few times.

What the hell?!

" I'm sorry, what do you mean by that? " Bruce asked as he got some of his composure back. (Y/N) smiled widely and Bruce had to make sure he didn't fall down.

" I have a boyfriend! We hold hands and do everything together! " (Y/N) said loudly and Dick wept louder. Jason took a deep breath and Damian blinked a few times. Tim just drank his coffee. Nope. He is too pumped with caffeine to even think about it.

" What's wrong with Dick? " (Y/N) asked, looking at his brother who was weeping. Jason gave Dick a hug and Dick was mumbling the words so quickly and grow up. In not really particular order actually.

" Nothing (Y/N), you know how he gets emotional. " Bruce explained and (Y/N) let out a little huh. Bruce wanted to cry really, but he couldn't. His son was growing up too soon, but growing up is normal.

It's going to happen eventually.

Sooner rather than later.

" Come here. " Dick said as he wiped his eyes. He stood up and took (Y/N) into his arms, hugging him. His brother can't grow up. No. It's completely wrong and not- No.

(Y/N) can't grow up. No.

(Y/N) was confused as to why Dick would cry. Why? Is he sad? Why would be sad?

" Why are you said Dick? " (Y/N) asked and Dick finally found it in himself to chuckle. He gave (Y/N) a kiss on the cheek.

" I'm not sad baby bird. "

" Then why are you crying? When you are sad, you cry. " (Y/N) stated and Dick shook his head fondly.

" Sometimes, when you are so happy, you are so overwhelmed with happiness that you just start crying. " Dick explained and (Y/N) let out a little oh, leaning his head on Dick's shoulder.

Dick sighed as he sat down on the couch and Alfred finally made his way into the the living room.

" Master Bruce, did I hear correctly? Master (Y/N) has a boyfriend? " Alfred asked, clearly not wanting to believe it. His youngest grandson has a boyfriend?

" Yes, (Y/N) has a boyfriend. " Bruce confirmed and Alfred sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. His grandson will send him to his grave. Early grave, mind you.

Jason sighed as he wanted Dick to hand (Y/N) over to him. His brother can't have a boyfriend now. He is a baby in his eyes and he can't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend for that matter until he is about 30.

That is a reasonable age to have a boyfriend. Right?

" Should I open up the scotch? " Alfred asked and Bruce smiled at the suggestion.

" Later Alfred. "

" As you wish master Bruce. "

" Dad? " (Y/N) asked from Jason's arms and Bruce felt something warm in his heart.

" Yes? "

" Can we go out to play in the snow? Pretty please. " (Y/N) asked and Bruce nodded in agreement.

" Of course we can. But you need to make sure that you are warm. You can't get a cold can you? " Bruce said as he picked (Y/N) up from Jason and (Y/N) let out a little hurray.

" He is too pure for this world. " Damian said once (Y/N) and Bruce left the room to bundle up. and there was something that everyone could agree on. Even Jason and Damian could agree on that phrase.

Titus wagged his tail as he whined for Damian to open the door to the garden. Damian did so and Titus started playing in the snow. It was weird to see such a black mass in the white snow.

Titus almost looked like a demon and then that image was gone when (Y/N) ran over to Titus. Titus was very happy, tail wagging like mad, but still remained calm and gentle with his little brother. Bruce watched as (Y/N) ran around, making angels and throwing snowballs at Bruce.

Titus would also run for snowballs that the two would make, considering that they couldn't find his tennis balls to throw. He was confused at the way the would disappear, but still came back for more.

" Maybe we have overreacted. " Dick said and everyone agreed in a certain way. (Y/N) is a child and he probably doesn't know the meaning of the word. But they know that sooner or later they will have an actual boyfriend on their hands.

Hopefully that will never happen. Hopefully.

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p3ndeja6 · 6 months

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band au! Stan marsh x y/n

AGED UP! AGED UP! AGED UP!

summary: you were part of Stan’s band, crimson dawn as one of the lead singers, you and Stan had an established relationship but ended things badly due to lack of communication (on his part) everything he did or you did annoyed each other, but how can you guys continue playing together if you guys hate each other

warnings: swearing, arguing, marijuana usage, alcohol consumption, implied sex, angsty, jealous Stan!, maybe smut (probably)

2.6K words

not proof read (my bad)

(idk how many words this got so.. my bad pt 2)

you were currently on Wendy’s bed groaning and whining. you were so fed up and annoyed you could literally punch the next person that breathes next to you.

“Cmon y/n, it can’t be that bad anymore!” Wendy said. Wendy has been trying to cheer you up for over an hour making you forget about what happened at the crimson dawn meeting.

“no Wendy you don’t understand, Stan tries to always take control on everything the band does, we literally can’t fucking breathe anymore, all he does is nag and nag and nag, I can’t fucking stand him” you got up in anger clutching your hair in distress trying not to pull your hair apart, you might be getting grey hairs over this whole thing

“you’re only saying that because you guys broke up on bad terms and you still have to play alongside him y/n”

you and Stan dated for almost over a year before calling it quits. You truly did love that boy but he never tried to put any effort in the relationship anymore after the fourth month of dating. It’s like he lost complete feelings. That wasn’t the case though, he just had a hard time trying to distinguish if your feelings were as true as his but because of all the trying to decipher he lost complete focus on your relationship, resulting in never ending arguments and constant degradation

you loved him so much it hurt you physically after the break up, it took you a while to get yourself together.. for the band. Crimson dawn was getting recognition around South Park county and neighboring counties as well. You guys were getting paid for each gig. You had to continue even if it meant you had to play alongside your ex boyfriend, who you secretly still are in love with but won’t admit to anyone.

You didn’t notice but Wendy brought a box of tissues to you, you hadn’t realized but you were crying. You didn’t know how it happened. But you willing accepted the tissue, wiping your eyes and covering the pure white tissues with black eyeliner and black mascara

“I know it’s not easy, but the band is something you love, don’t let Stan ruin it for you this much.”

She was right, you loved the band, jimmy, butters and Kenny made being in the band fun and bearable

“yeah I guess you’re right-” as soon as you finished your sentence you got a phone call, you looked at the caller ID and it was Stan. You waited a few seconds before answering. “what’s up?” You spoke

“uh hey we just got a gig at some guys party, so come meet at my house in 20 minutes, don’t be late” he replied

“yeah sure whatever, I’ll be on my way” you hanged up in annoyance

“We just got a gig, Wendy by any chance did I leave any extra clothes here?”

You turned around in hopes she did have something you can wear. “Do you mean this?” She held your favorite outfit you forgot about months ago, when you slept over. it was your favorite dress, the flowy ,lacy black dress that made you feel and look so good on your body. God bless, you were already wearing your doc martens. All you had to do was add some finishing touches to your hair and face.

“how do I look?” You asked in worry

“fucking hot, honestly, like I literally could bang right now”

“oh my god! Wendy!!” You laughed at the explicit comment she made

you arrived at Stan’s house in a hurry hoping no one will noticed you were slightly late, you were dreading this but you just couldn’t wait to perform beside Stan

“You’re late y/n” Stan spat

“yeah by a fucking minute, what’s the big deal” you nonchalantly responded, finding your seat next to Kenny.

“the big deal is I told you to not be fucking late and that’s the first thing you do, gosh can’t you understand simply directions?”

“here we go again” Kenny said in humor while taking a sip of his beer

you angrily got up to his face, “You know what jack-ass fuck you, who gives a shit, it was just one fucking minute, why are you bitching about 60 seconds?”

“no fuck you-”

Butters went in between you and Stan who were standing so close to each another

“okay guys! we’re all here Stan cmon tell us what we’re doing” butters shakily said

he took one long second to stare down at you, clearly still pissed off

“okay fine.. I was going to say, that we got a call from one of Clyde’s cousins who’s having a party up in Jefferson county. Just 25 minutes from here. So let’s get ready to head up there”

you all agreed and started gathering your equipment and putting it in the van (that said tegridy farms). It was quiet but not an uncomfortable quiet. You were trying to put all the equipment in the van , fixing the boxes, and the instruments, when stan came up to you.

"y/n... look im sorry i yelled at you..... but seriously dont be late"

" stan i wasnt even that late... i dont know why you are making a big deal out of this... but i accept your apology" "lets just go.. okay?"

"yeah... okay"

As you went inside the van, you sat in between kenny and butters, while stan drove and jimmy sat in the passenger seat. As you were heading towards Jefferson, kenny lit up a joint, taking one huge puff. exhaling and coughing, kenny passing it to you. You received it by taking it in between you thumb and index finger. taking a big puff, you exhaled and then quickly inhaled it all back. Kenny laughed, "oh wow, didn't know you knew how to do that" you giggled and give him a small slap on his shoulder. "please kenny, you were the one who taught me"

The van started to fog up and the herby, skunk smell started to flow around the van, almost disgusting you in a way, creating a bit of a headache due to the "skunk" smell. As you were laughing it up with kenny and butters you had a feeling you were being stared down. You were, Stan was looking at you guys through the rear-view mirror, clenching his jaw and hands, created white marks on his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel.

Once you guys arrived at clyde's cousins place, you could see all the people outside on the porch laughing, drinking, and smoking. Speaker music faintly coming out through the doors and windows. Colorful lights spinning all around, like a rave almost.

"alright guys, we're here.. we are going to do our best and make everyone know our name... couple ground rules before we go inside... Kenny dont try hooking up with anyone, please we seriously dont have time for that.. actually that goes for everyone. thats it lets go"

"please dude, i'm not gonna have sex... i didn't bring any condoms, plus cartman thought it would be funny how hard he can kick me in my fucking nuts. wasn't fucking funny"

You chuckled giving him a reassuring pat on his back and walked inside with him cursing out cartman and how hes a fat fuck who gets no bitches whatsoever.

You walked in and saw how everyone was dancing and singing and having a great time. you then saw a couple that kind of reminded you of you and stan, they looked so in love and so happy to be in each other's arms. you missed stan and you missed being with him, you didnt realize you were staring until jimmy kicked you with his crutch. "cmon on y-y-y/n" you snapped out of it and proceeded to help the rest of the guys set up. making final adjustments and being ready to perform.

"alright guys, you guys ready?"

"ready!"

"alright.. 1 .. 2 .. 3.."

the jimmy started to bang his drumsticks, and then kenny started with his bass.

you were their lead singer, as you were ready to begin singing you tried to get into the mindset, you know what song was first and it was a song you composed for stan. nobody really knows what the real reason was for the song, you just lied to them saying its based on a scene from a movie you saw.

you took one last deep breath, looking to your left you saw stan, smiling at you and nodding to you, signifying you'll do great. stan knew whenever you were scared or nervous... and knew what to do to calm you down.

you started singing, keeping in the rhythm by tapping your foot, you started to gain confidence as the chorus began to start. you took the microphone off the stand

send you my love on a wire

lift you up everytime

everyone, ooh

pulls away, ooh

from you

you were dancing and whipping your hair to the beat, staining the microphone with your red lipstick, moving your body to the beat and feeling the confidence rise up, when you saw everyone in a big pile, you did the unthinkable, you dived into them, crowd surfing the decent sized group of people, you were laughing and thanked the people who brought you back onto stage.

stan couldn't believe you just did that, he knew you were extroverted but didnt know it to this extent. he fell in love with you all over again. it almost pained him that you were no longer his, because of him, because of how stupid he was with words, how he lost the most important person in his life, the person that made life bearable. he wish he would fix it, could fix your guy's relationship.

the song was ending and you made sure to dance to the every end. as you guys were wrapping up, you had a 30 minute intermission before the last song. You got out to find yourself a drink, heading into the kitchen, it was a really big kitchen, marble countertops and porcelain walls. you found yourself the jungle juice they had, a bit strong for your liking so you only pour yourself a little bit. stan saw you and as he was about to go over and hopefully have a genuine conversation, some prep looking guy came up to you instead. he stood there observing, almost like a creep, but he means well

"hey! im clyde's cousin derek!' he semi shouted

"oh hey!, great party you have here"

"thank you, hey you were really great up there, you have such a great voice, and your performance skills is amazing, that crowd surf has everyone talking about it!"

you were a bit embarrassed that you actually did that. "yeahh sorry about that, i dont know what got into me. i dont usually do that, i just sing and dance really" you chuckled shamelessly

"nah nah you're good!" he looked at you with lustful eyes, he was getting close to you... like really close. you didnt really want to but he were craving the lips of somebody's. Stan was watching this all unravel and he started clenching his jaws. He immediately swooped in and grabbed you by your arm.

"hey whats your problem?!" he ignored your shouts, until he took you in a coat closet. he was intensely looking at you. unfortunatley he was a couple inches taller then you so you had to look up at him. there was this energy that made the temperature in the closet hotter.

"y/n"

"'y-yeah stan"

"im sorry..."

"for what?"

"im sorry for being a horrible boyfriend, i should've never shut you out, nor ignore you when you needed me the most. im so so sorry y/n.. and- and i cant stand you being with other guys, i cnat stand the fact they get to kiss you instead of me- i want to be the only guy holding you, kissing you, caressing you, everything, i want you to me mine... and only mine.. no one else's."

you were in a sort of shock, you didn't know what to say. the thing that you could say was, "stan i-"

you kissed him so passionately, he reacted a second late until he started to kiss you back.

"jump"

he said. you oblied to what he said and jumped. you wrapped you legs around his torso gripping him tight into your embrace, he started to kiss you down to your neck, making you lean your head back into the wall, moaning at the sensatiuon he gave once he found your sweet spot

"oh god, how i missed those noises that come out that pretty mouth of yours"

this made you even more wet then you were before. in a swift motion he took off your dress to reveal your through lace bra, your harden nipples poking out. He pinched them through the fabric, making you moan out in pleasure. You were loud since there was music playing, so no one could hear you scream in pleasure.

you were left in your underwear and bra, stan removed your underwear and started to rub circles in between your lips, using your wetness to lube up his fingers to slowly glide them in. making quenching noises as he pumped in and out of you at very slow pace. His thick fingers making it hurt to fully consume him. He moaned to the feeling of your warm spongy walls trying so hard to take him fully, and this was just his fingers.

"fuck stan, please go faster please.. please" you were begging for more, this drives stan crazy but he wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to make you feel good, make you only scream his name.

"yeah? you want me to go faster? cmon.. y/n enjoy this moment with me"

he started to pump even faster, catching you off guard. you gripped on his shoulders, trying to calm your breathing.

"yeah like that, yes!"

"i just remembered you were gonna kiss that douche out there"

he stopped his movements, and quickly pulled out his fingers

"fuck stan!" you exclaimed

he unbuckled his pants and pulled both his pants and boxers down, revealing his long, red, needy, tip. You smiled at his leaky tip, shakily rubbing all the precum all over his sensitive tip.

he moaned and bit his lip, "you like that?"

you kissed him one last time, "fuck stan, please- please just-just shove it in me"

he wasted no time, and roughly pounded in you. you held a tight grip around his waist and shoulders. he held onto your waist, watching himself disappear into you wet cunt. you had moved your head to the side moaning and winning at the pleasure you were enduring.

you were so close and so was he. he grunting became whinning and whimpers. you held onto his face looking at his beautiful eyes

he breifly looked down and back up you

"y/n im gonna-im gonna cum"

"me-me too"

"i love you"

he pounded one last time into you and let his seed fill you up to the brim. your cum and his began to drip down to the floor, he stood there a moment. both of you trying to regain energy and steading your breath.

you got off of him and leaned back onto the wall. Trying to process everything that went down.

“I love you too”

you both smiled, and cleaned yourselves up. Until both of you heard a loud knock.

“Cmon you fucking weirdos, we have to do our last song!” Kenny shouted from the other side.. "also stan your a hypocrite, you said no hoo-"

"yeah yeah i know what i said"

you both laughed and continued cleaning the closet of any unwanted substance

“y/n I do really love you”

“I know stan… I love you too”

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munsonkitten · 9 months

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After his shift, Eddie tells Steve he has a few errands to run before he goes home, and Steve says he’ll be over later. They separate at their cars, parked side by side, and Eddie finds Steve watching him as he climbs into his van.

He gives a small little wave and a smile in Steve’s direction and then slams his door shut and starts up his loud engine.

He peels out of the parking lot before Steve’s even in his car.

“Hey, Ed,” the man at the liquor store says. “Long time no see.”

“Haven’t been drinking much, to be honest, Reggie,” Eddie tells him, bringing up a case of beer. The cheapest stuff he can get because he doesn’t know if Dustin is paying him back or not. “Throwing a little party tonight, though.”

Eddie passes over his cash, and Reggie doesn’t ask for his ID. He never has, and probably never will, not even when Eddie turns twenty one next month. His fake goes to waste in a town like this, only gets him into bars out in Indy, really, and he hasn’t gone out there in almost a year. Stopped when he decided he was serious about graduating, then everything went to shit, and now he doesn’t feel the need.

Truthfully, Dustin probably could’ve gotten his own beer, but Eddie isn’t going to tell him that. He doesn’t want him getting in trouble on the off chance someone sees him, and he’d have to bike home with it all. Yeah, better not say anything.

Eddie pulls up to the Hendersons’ house and curses under his breath when he sees Steve’s car in the driveway. He’s standing there, arms crossed as he leans against the back of it.

He lifts his hand in a little wave when he sees Eddie, but his face says he isn’t happy to see him.

Eddie can play this cool — he told Steve he was coming over here to bring some books, and while it was implied that they’d be D&D books, Steve won’t know that for sure. So Eddie pulls a battered old copy of The Hobbit out of his glove box, and kills his engine.

“Hey,” Steve calls out.

Eddie holds the book up for Steve to see.

“One thing I forgot to tell you before you clocked out today,” Steve says. “Is that sound carries pretty well in the store.”

“Oh, well,” Eddie says. “Uh. That’s good to know. I just came to bring Dustin the book he asked for.”

“Cut the shit, Eddie,” Steve says.

They’re standing a few feet apart in Dustin’s driveway, and Eddie sees the curtains in the front of the house move. Open, and then slam shut again. If he concentrates hard enough, he can hear Dustin’s panicked shit shit shit shit, but he knows that’s all in his head.

His own thoughts are exactly the same.

“Okay,” Eddie says softly. “Okay, yeah. You’re right.”

“What am I right about?” Steve prompts.

If Eddie weren’t feeling like he’s in trouble, he’d think Steve is really hot right now. All firm voice and no nonsense posture. If Eddie didn’t feel like he’s about to get his ass kicked, he’d be soaking through his boxers.

“You’re right. I should cut the shit,” Eddie says simply. “I bought Dustin drinks for his party.”

“And do you think that was a good idea, Eddie?” Steve asks, exasperation in his voice.

“I think I’ve been drinking since I was younger than them,” Eddie says. “And so have you.”

“And you want them to end up like us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie scoffs.

“These kids start drinking now and it’s gonna be the way they deal with everything! You, of all people, should know that, Eddie! I had to—” Steve cuts himself off abruptly, clamps his mouth shut again.

Eddie knows exactly what he was going to say. He knows that he’s going to say something about how he came over one day in July and found Eddie curled up on his side, a puddle of vomit on the floor next to him. How he had to drag Eddie into the bathroom and out of his clothes because Nancy had been worried about him and she thought it would be better if Steve checked in.

In a way, it was. It meant no one else had to find out about him because Steve already knew, and it also meant that Steve was back in his life.

But Steve’s mad at him. Steve’s mad, and that means he’ll probably call it quits on what they’ve been doing because he’s finally realized Eddie is just as irresponsible as everyone thinks, that he sells drugs and liquor to kids in town and that the kids they’re friends with aren’t excluded from his customer base.

Steve’s going to break up with him — not that they’re even actually dating — and Eddie feels a tightness in his chest and throat that makes him want to push. Push the boundaries until something snaps. Make sure he does it himself so he doesn’t have to deal with the pain of Steve doing it instead.

“You had to do what, Steve?” Eddie asks. “You had to find me on a bad day? You had to make sure I didn’t brain myself on the bathroom counter? I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry, but the kids aren’t me.”

“They’ve been through a lot,” Steve mutters. “And they’re too young. We’re supposed to be, like, good role models, and shit. We’re older, they look up to us and we’re not their friends, man. We’re babysitters, we keep them safe.”

“Let me level with you here, Steve,” Eddie says. “Dustin’s fifteen, right? And you’re twenty. I’ll be twenty-one in three weeks. You know Gareth?”

“I know Gareth,” Steve mutters.

“Gareth’s sixteen, almost seventeen,” Eddie says. “And he’s my friend. Hell, he’s in my band. I’m not his fucking babysitter. He’s been drinking at Coffin shows since he was, what, like thirteen? What’s the difference?”

“The difference—”

“No,” Eddie says, cutting him off. “No, there isn’t one because any other time, you’re calling Henderson your friend. It’s just until I make a decision without you that you suddenly have a problem. Fuck off, Harrington.”

Eddie turns to go back to his van. He’s gonna get the beer and march it right up to the front door and then turn and leave. He has to go feed the cat and catch Wayne before he leaves for work. He doesn’t have time for this shit.

“Excuse me,” Eddie mutters. “I think it’s better if you don’t come over tonight.”

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#this is a snippet from chapter four #start with chapter one obviously #steddie #steddie fic #steddie angst #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve/eddie #my fics #stranger things #trans eddie munson

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crysta1ized · 2 months

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phee’s character in the present is just so confusing

we saw that he clearly feels something for jin, pretty much moved on from non, and isn’t that involved in tan’s plan (just went to fuck jin and didnt get any info like he was supposed to) and even seems to want to spill at least some part of the truth to jin

but despite everything that just happened in the house, he isn’t against tan either. he’s unpredictable, just standing here in the middle, not taking any part in the chaos that is unfolding.

in a way that behavior kinda reminds of fluke’s, seeing everything that unfolds but not taking any side

after watching ep9 i was mad, like damn phee how could you? we all believed in you but you just went ahead and fucked one of the dudes that made your bf’s life miserable and eventually led to his disappearance, have you got no shame? i mean i was pretty on board with all the ‘phee and tan are the masterminds, they’re the ones behind the masks, they’re here to take revenge for non and kill everyone’ theories so obviously i was a bit disappointed…

but still, phee didn’t really take any side (yet).

tan told him he planned on drugging everyone in that house and he clearly didn’t look in his right mind in that moment. then por was impaled on a branch. all of them started having hallucinations. fluke got a gun and is waving it at everyone. top clearly looked possessed and is becoming violent. now fluke almost shot someone and has white at gunpoint.

all of that was caused by tan’s drugs. (except the 9th person and the uncle that got decapitated but that’s for another time)

mixing hallucinations with a gun, a knife, deep-buried secrets and fear is not a good recipe. one of them already died and that’s only adding to the chaos.

once again, all of that was caused by tan’s drugs, in a butterfly effect kinda way.

phee knows that. tan was only planning to use them to get the group to confess everything under the influence and finally get answers. or was he…?

whatever phee thinks of tan and of his plan, everything snowballed and led them here. but tan is still the reason things are the way they are. but phee didn’t confront him. didn’t reveal to everyone his real identity and intentions. no, he’s just watching from afar. he didn’t intervene, didn’t add to the chaos, yet didn’t do anything to keep things under control or do damage control…

he didn’t use the antidote.

i thought he dropped off tan’s plan as he got too attached to jin and kinda forgot abt why he was here in the first place, but maybe everything’s that’s unfolding put him back on the right path?

his non-action is an action in itself.

even tho he maybe believed the drug wouldn’t be that hard, he could’ve stepped in so things wouldn’t worsen a thousand times. he could’ve given them the antidote a thousand times for fuck’s sake! he could’ve revealed everything to them a million times too.

later on he will have to pick a side, tan’s (aka non’s) or the others’ (aka jin’s). that’s kinda ironic that it means he’ll have to choose between his 2 bfs (maybe this is all a love triangle after all *gunshots*)

on a legal pov, he would technically be responsible for por’s death and the ones that will follow right? maybe not on the same level as tan or as whoever will pull the trigger/stab one of them but the drugs are the main reason they’re acting like that and he knew abt them and did nothing, so he’s technically guilty too right?

why would he decide to do nothing and just watch the chaos unfold if he didn’t enjoy what’s happening or think they deserve it at least a little bit?

what will he do? who will he choose? be wise, phee, i’ve got my eye on you.

obviously all this theory could be proven wrong in the matter of seconds in ep10 if he decides to spill everything to jin (which id be VERY pissed abt, the d cannot be that good?!??)

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dailytinycats · 4 months

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day 359 :D

Almost forgot to queue this one

[Image ID: A simple cartoon drawing of an orange tabby cat on a plain light purple canvas. The cat is mostly orange with some lighter and darker shades as stripes. The cat is laying down and staring at the viewer. /End ID]

#orange tabby #tabby #orange cat #cat #cats #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #day 359

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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Childhood Friends, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 3.9k~

Walking into the BAU, Spencer didn’t expect a case; in fact, he was hoping there wouldn’t be a case. For the past week, the team had been receiving case after case. Unfortunately, the combination of growing exhaustion and constant sadness caused by each brutal case was starting to wear on the team. However, they couldn’t stop now - they had yet another case.

Sitting in the Bullpen, everyone had their mugs filled to the brim with coffee in hand while Garcia reviewed the new case on the screen. “I don’t know if you guys have seen it in the news, but going by the fact that none of us have had the chance to even get on our phones for five minutes, I doubt you guys have,”

Pointing the remote toward the screen, Garcia pressed the main button as two new images of a burning building filled the screen. “Two buildings a few cities over have been bombed with the first occurring two days ago and the most recent one being mere hours ago. It was assumed that the first building was caused by a gas leak, but with the second bombing and new evidence to prove that there was a bomb present, p-d are starting to think they’re related,”

With a sigh, Garcia flips to the next image of the destroyed buildings. “The current number of deaths is fifty-seven, but the estimated death toll is around seventy since the explosions occurred before most workers got there. Unfortunately, most of those deaths were at the second building with only two survivors being recovered so far,”

The next image shown was that of one of the survivors, a small child. “Cassie Brown, age seven,” Penelope stated, “She’s the daughter of Jamie Brown, the head accountant whose body still has yet to be recovered. Thankfully, Cassie only suffered minor injuries with few bruises and small cuts,”

Garcia then clicked to the next image on screen, and almost instantly, Spencer woke up. “Oh my God,” He accidentally muttered, sitting up in his seat as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Immediately, his teammates noticed his sudden mood change.

“Reid, is everything alright?” Rossi asked, concerned. Despite this, Spencer didn’t answer him, and instead, asked a question.

“Garcia, is the woman’s name ‘(Y/n) (L/n)?’” Spencer questioned, gazing at the smiling (h/c) woman on screen, the photo coming from her ID. There was no doubt in his mind that this woman was (Y/n) (L/n). Granted, it had been nearly a decade since he last saw her, but Spencer never forgot a face - especially that of the person who meant so much to him.

“Yes… how’d you know?” She asked, glancing at him with curiosity. Instead of answering her with the whole truth, Spencer settled on just shaking his head while sitting back in his seat.

“I-I knew her from school,” He murmured nervously, resting his chin on his hand as he anxiously waited for her to say what injuries she had. Spencer did know (Y/n) from school, but there was more to it. Despite being three years younger than him, (Y/n) had practically rescued him when he was at the hand of ruthless bullies.

Spencer could remember the day like it was yesterday. One moment he was walking out of the front doors to his school, and the next he was being taped to the flagpole in the nude. Spencer remembered asking them to stop, begging them to let him down until a brave nine-year-old came running over from the nearby library, swinging her heavy backpack at the high schoolers and successfully hitting a few of them in the face while the rest ran off. Despite being only a fraction of their size, she took them down in only a minute before quickly running over to Spencer and helping him escape his current predicament.

He remembered her giving him her jacket to cover up with and walking him to the principal’s office to report what had just happened. While they headed over there, (Y/n) comforted him to the best of her abilities while trying to calm him down. It was embarrassing to him to be humiliated and harassed so publicly, but she was helping him. Afterward, they’d spend time together when they could, but when Spencer’s education grew faster and faster, they couldn’t see each other as much anymore. Even if he didn’t have an eidetic memory, Spencer would never forget her kindness no matter what.

“(Y/n)’s injuries were a bit more severe as she was found holding Cassie to her - basically, she was protecting her from debris and falling materials,” Garcia explained, Spencer shutting his eyes as an image of (Y/n) in a hospital bed popped up on screen. “A broken wrist, tibia, and collarbone as well as a herniated disc and cuts and bruises like Cassie.”

It was horrifying to hear Garcia say these things. Spencer had been hoping for the moment he would be able to see (Y/n) again, but he wasn’t hoping it would be because of something like this. Unfortunately, internet searches proved useless as Spencer wasn't too tech savvy like Garcia, so he was only left with the hope of being blessed with her coming back into his life through something nice and pleasant. He wanted it to be somewhere nice like a cafe or bookshop - not a hospital or destroyed building.

“JJ, Morgan, go to the bomb site and see what you can find,” Hotch quickly spoke up, standing from the table before gathering his files. “Rossi and Prentiss, you go speak to local pd. Reid, you and I will go to the hospital - I’ll speak to Cassie, you speak to (Y/n) since you know her.”

With Hotch’s commands, everyone dispersed, and Spencer quickly headed out to the hospital with Hotch. It wasn’t long before they walked into the hospital and went their separate ways, the only thing on Spencer’s mind being (Y/n).

Walking down the long hall that led to (Y/n)’s ICU room, Spencer was scared of what he might find. How bad would (Y/n) feel due to her injuries? Would she feel okay enough to answer his questions? Would she even remember who Spencer was?

That last thought scared him, but Spencer knew he’d have to put that fear aside as he entered her room. He was there to solve a case, regardless of their previous friendship, but still, he wanted her to remember him.

Despite bandages covering a majority of her limbs as well as a cast on one wrist and another on her leg, (Y/n) looked beautiful to him. Again, Spencer hadn’t seen (Y/n) since they were both teenagers, but he failed to realize that while he grew into a very handsome man, (y/n) grew into a gorgeous woman at the same time.

As soon as their eyes met, Spencer’s fears left his body instantly. A look of both shock and recognition flashed over (Y/n)’s face as she gazed at the man across from her. “Oh my God…” She murmured, a small smile taking over her chapped lips as she tried to sit up.

“No, no, don’t do that!” Spencer told her, rushing over to gently push her back onto the hospital bed. Now closer, he could see every change that had occurred in (Y/n)’s appearance. Almost ten years altered a lot of things, but one thing that stayed was the natural warmth she carried.

“How the hell are you still alive?” He asked, his voice gentle. (Y/n) only smiled, taking his hand in her hand that wasn’t covered with a cast. Thankfully, most of her injuries were on one side of her body, letting her have at least one arm she could use fully.

“I have no clue,” She answered, her voice quiet, but still smooth. “It’s been a while, Spence,” (Y/n) lightly laughed. Before JJ called him Spence, (Y/n) did. “Now, come here and hug me. It’s been too long.”

Without a second to hesitate, Spencer leaned down and hugged the fragile woman, careful to not hurt her or touch her injured back. During those moments, (Y/n) and Spencer felt like kids once again. It was just like the day they met - except, this time, it was (Y/n) who was being comforted.

Once they parted, Spencer pulled up the nearby armchair and sat beside (Y/n)’s bed, her hand finding its way back into his. Spencer had a big phobia of germs, but at that moment, he didn’t care about that. His only focus was on (Y/n) and finding out who hurt her.

“You remember what happened, right?” He asked, receiving a nod back. “And you were told that Cassie was alright?” Spencer added, another smile taking over her lips as she nodded. A small ‘thankfully’ fell from her lips at the same time as she laid her head back against her pillow, Spencer’s eyes following the fresh bruise that covered a majority of her chest and neck. She probably had some type of debris that fell onto her upper torso while her clavicle was broken.

“Were there any issues at your job?” Spencer asked, “Such as co-workers fighting? In-work relationships that went awry?” He further asked, gazing over (Y/n)’s face and the scrapes that adorned it. At that moment, he couldn’t help but feel a massive surge of protection for her; truth be told, he didn’t mind it.

For a second, (Y/n) thought about his question before realization passed over her face. “Uh, yeah, there was a married couple that was having a ton of issues,” She answered him, “Jamie and Robert were the example couple as to what can go wrong when a couple words at the same job,” (Y/n) explained, shaking her head against the hospital pillow. “Everyone in our office knew what was going on - they would cheat on each other with a lot of the new workers that would come in,” She then shrugged. “It was nothing new.”

“How’d you find out about it?” Spencer asked, resting his chin on his elbow that was perched against his leg.

“I heard about it in the lunchroom a few weeks ago. As far as I could tell, they were both going to pretend that no one on our floor knew about their cheating,” (Y/n) explained, rolling her eyes afterward. “Everyone in the whole building knew.”

Spencer nodded before a question came to his mind. “(Y/n), what made you go down to the first floor? You worked on the seventh floor,” he asked.

(Y/n) gently shook her head as if she were trying to remember. “I couldn’t find my work I.D. anywhere... and it’s the only way I can get on my computer,” she explained, her memories slowly returning to her. “So, I thought maybe it slipped out of my purse when I was stepping onto the elevator. Next thing I know, I’m being stopped by Cassie, Robert and Jamie’s daughter, who’s trying to look for her mom because… because…”

In an instant, her eyes widened. “Robert had dropped her off, and she had no idea how to find her mom,” (Y/n) added, glancing over at Spencer. “And that’s weird because Robert was supposed to be at work today - in fact, he was supposed to be there earlier than me, and h-he was late,” once again, she tried to sit up, but Spencer stopped her. Standing up from his chair, Spencer held his hands to her shoulders without a second to spare, forcing her to relax again, but her panicked state never faltered in the slightest. “Oh my God, is he the one who bombed the building?”

“We don’t know who did it yet,” he assured her, letting her calm down more. She had gotten so worked up over the possibility that her co-worker did the bombing that her heart monitor was nearly shooting through the roof with the suddenly elevated levels. Thankfully, Spencer making her lay back and breathe was the remedy to her state of alarm, and after a few moments of making sure she’d be okay, he sat back down in his chair still watching her. “Let me call my technical analyst and tell her so she can find information on him,” he explained, taking her hand in his for a quick second before standing again to leave the room. “I’ll be right back.”

Immediately, (Y/n) stopped him as she gripped his hand in hers tighter. “No,” she pleaded, Spencer watching as she tried swallowing down her fear. There was no doubt in his mind that (Y/n) was traumatized by what just happened to her, but he didn’t think he would be the person she preferred for comfort. He thought she might want someone she’s close to - not someone she hadn’t seen for a while. “Please, stay.”

Time seemed to fly between the two with Spencer doing as much as he could in that tiny hospital room alongside (Y/n) as she helped answer any questions he had. Meanwhile, Garcia researched as much as she could on speaker with the rest of the team, and in the span of four hours, the bomber was caught. Although, it wasn’t who (Y/n) thought it would be - well, partially. Both Jamie and Robert did the bombing, and the perfect scapegoat for not receiving any suspicion was having their daughter in the building at the time of the bombing; or at least, that's how it played out in their minds.

Despite the case being over in no time, Spencer didn’t return to work, and instead, he stayed in the hospital with (Y/n) as they caught up and talked. Along with sharing stories and achievements, they both heard about the various recovery steps from doctors and nurses that (Y/n) would have to take. Ultimately, it was all disheartening for her to hear. She knew she couldn’t work in her condition - both health-wise and the destroyed state of her job’s building. Plus, she didn’t have any friends or family she could go to and stay with. They all had families and jobs of their own. Besides, who would want to help take care of her?

Well, Spencer didn’t think anything bad of the idea of her staying with him at his apartment. Granted, he wasn’t always home because of work, but he did have that month worth of vacation he’d been meaning to cash in soon. In spite of not fully knowing the grown woman before him, he only knew the little girl that once took her place and took care of the little boy that he used to be. He knew he had to return the favor with the same kindness and care she showed him many years ago.

Surprisingly, (Y/n) was okay with idea. The only thing she protested about was that she didn’t want him to have to take care of her. He responded only with a smile and two words, “I know.” However, he wanted to take care of her anyways.

Time passed between the two, and soon enough, barely two weeks had passed before (Y/n) was living comfortably with Spencer. He took care of her, but she still managed to take care of him at the same time. After the month he took off to take care of her, he went back to work, and every time he came home, he was actually happy to be home. He wasn’t alone anymore, and there was always a pair of ears to listen to him despite his persistence that she didn’t need to suffer from his stories too.

More time passed and both had become so comfortable and close that they were bordering something neither of them knew how to approach. Every time he stepped into his apartment, he was walking into an aura full of warmth, her aura. Plus, with (Y/n) getting better each day, she was able to do things around the apartment that Spencer never had the time to do. In many ways, it felt like he was coming home to something he loved, and when he thought about it, he was indeed coming home to someone he loved.

On the sixth month of (Y/n) living with Spencer, Spencer arrived at a place that truly felt like home after a solving a particularly rough case. Looking around their apartment, he took note of how clean everything looked. Both his and (Y/n)’s things were all dusted and pristine with their combined collection of books organized and neatly stacked on the shelves. Even the coat rack by the door had been straightened up with every wrinkle in each jacket and sweater shaken out and put back on their hooks.

Thankfully, all of (Y/n)‘s injuries healed quite well over time, but the pain from each of them still lingered. Her fractured tibia took the longest to heal, which is normal, but her collarbone and wrist took around ten weeks to heal due to having other injuries alongside them. Many of the cuts she had from the bombed building healed too, but others left scars from how deep the cuts reached in the tissues. Out of all of them however, her herniated disc seemed to get only slightly better while some days it seemed as if the pain was there to stay. This was the case especially on days she moved around a lot, causing the injury to flare up.

Spencer had been gone for a week to solve a case, and when he got back home, he was immediately welcomed into his apartment with the smell of fresh baked cookies as well as the sight of clean floors and counters. Immediately, he smiled, turning his head to look over at the person that did all these things while he was gone. She seemed to be napping on the couch with her legs thrown up on the cushions and her head leaning back against the soft pillows she had picked out for the fall season. He couldn’t say no to her when she picked out the glittery pumpkin adorned throw pillows during one of their shopping trips. He couldn’t say no to her on anything really. The time they had spent together with her living with him had only made their bond stronger, and at the same time, their mutual feelings grew as well.

Walking closer to the couch, he stopped beside her legs and gently tapped them to bring her out of her slumber. Waking up with a little stir, (Y/n) relaxed immediately once she saw Spencer beside her. Greeting him with a sleepy hello, (Y/n) watched as he lifted her legs off the couch before sitting down and resting her legs against his lap. “What all did you do today?” He asked, her eyes staying on him the whole time.

“Not a lot,” she murmured, not wanting to divulge too much. However, Spencer knew better and asked her again. “I didn’t do too much,” she clarified, “I, uh, cleaned the kitchen, made some cookies, did a couple loads of laundry,” As the words fell out (Y/n)’s lips, she realized just how much she had done today and why her back was starting to sends sparks of pain to her. Looking back at Spencer, she gave him a tight smile. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

Without a second to spare, Spencer sighed in concern. “You overdid it, didn’t you?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his question.

“Spencer, I’m okay, it’s just my back that’s bothering me,” once again, (Y/n) tried to avoid stressing out Spencer over her, but Spencer wasn’t phased. He tried to get up, saying how her bed would be much better for her, but (Y/n) stopped him, leaning forward and putting a hand on his arm to make him stay put on the couch. “I’m okay.”

He heard her words, but they didn’t immediately calm him down. Instead, he struggled with himself over doing something to help her, ultimately giving up before sighing. “I don’t know how you’re staying so resilient in all of this,” Spencer confessed, moving to rub his thumb against the soft skin of her hand. Looking over at her, his brown eyes gazed over her face as his lips moved to the side in thought. “You’re so strong in all of this, and it amazes me.”

In response to his words, (Y/n) smiled before taking his hand into hers and giving it a light squeeze. “I was taught how to be strong by the strongest person I know,” She told him, her thumb running over the pale skin covering his bony hands. “His mom was right,” (Y/n) thought to herself, “he doesn’t eat enough.”

Her words made him look down and smile, thinking about what his response should be. Should his response be a question over how exactly he was the strongest person she knew? Or should his response be a comment about how he felt the same way - only it was her who was the strongest person he knew. For once, Spencer didn’t know what to say or do, so, he did the thing that he had been wanting to do ever since he was reunited with her.

Without a second to spare, Spencer leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a soft and sweet manner. His hand lightly grasped her shin while the other moved to rest against her cheek, letting her feel totally and absolutely complete. In that moment, (Y/n) reciprocated his actions and did the one thing she had been wanting to do as well. Although both were timid at first, they gradually moved into one another’s hold with their lips never parting. It wasn’t until (Y/n) leaned forward once more that she pulled away with a hiss as her back resumed twinging in pain.

“Oh no, are you okay?” Spencer asked, concerned that he hurt her. She only smiled and nodded at him, letting out a small sigh.

“Yes, I am,” (Y/n) assured him, “well, now that you’re not kissing me, actually, I could be better,” Her comment made Spencer smile before letting out a laugh. “It’s better for my back.”

He grinned at her excuse and shook his head before leaning down and resuming kissing her, her hands now running through his hair as his rested beside her head so he could hover above her. After a few moments, they parted, and Spencer simply adjusted himself before lying his head down against her chest and sighing. “I’m glad we both feel the same.”

(Y/n) grinned at his words. “I am too,” she murmured, closing her eyes in a state of peace. “I’m so glad you remembered me. As soon as I saw you, I immediately knew you were my Spence, all except for the tall body you have now, of course- that was kind of a shocker,” as soon as the words left her lips, they both laughed before Spencer leaned up once more and kissed her.

“Well, the tall body is kind of good thing. I wouldn’t be able to help you as much as I do,” Spencer explained, staring down into (Y/n)’s face as she relaxed. Although, he didn’t know how she could be so relaxed - literally half of his body was on top of hers.

“I know, and I owe you so much for all of it,” she responded, finally opening her eyes to find his face now above hers. She smiled. “Seriously, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Spencer smiled back. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you either.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid hc #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds oneshot

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alwaysbelikethis · 9 months

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Rosé x Fem!Reader

TW: Mention of S^icide. Please if you're sensitive do not read such stuff idk why i started writing with this... if you struggle pls contact with anyone or even me. Such stories of mentioned can trigger the person, beware.

Contains +18 content

(In)vincible

“Rosie”

“Rosie!! Wake up” whisper yelled i.

It was around 2-3 am and the sound woke one of the lovers with panic.

“Rosie!! Wake up! There’s a sound coming from downstairs!!”

“Ah..” “ that must be washing machine, i started it before..” rosie on the other hand having a hard time to wake up, or to care according to y/n.

“For god sake i- did you have to do that in the middle of the night? We have all day…”

Girl complained but only would echo into the room and get back to herself while her girlfriend already fall back to dream… what was the point?

You see, long time couples sometimes cannot stand each other. Sometimes everything is so still where you were expecting to be all fun and happy. Which is kind of true though. They are happy time to time and would scream to each other the other time.

Rosé is organized person, she’s structured and right on time with everything. She has already planned her next week meal. And y/n is more different and complicated than that. She wants to watch a movie right now and she would and you wouldn’t catch what’s her next move. You, me, bed now and bang bang bangity bang? No, Rosie cannot be active after dinner for 1 hour. Y/N has learnt to wait.

She has learnt a lot to fit in rosé’s life. She fit in just right that it’s her world that Y/N lives in it. Who was she before she moved in? Everything seems alright at some point but is it? Y/N went back to sleep wondering all the answers.

Next morning Y/N woke up like she was just born. Rosé already came back from her morning run and left the curtains full open for her girlfriend to have all the sun light of the morning. Vitamin D at it’s full potential, however Y/N is not.

“Did you have breakfast?”

She startled her girlfriend who was changing and didn’t know she woke up.

“Jeez… how long have you been awake?”

“Just enough to admire all the muscle show you put on” there, Y/N is smiling full even her eyes are not quite open.

“I had breakfast before i left, its actually almost my lunch time”

“You can join my brunch, my lady”

“You take hour to get up, i’ll probably catch you on your brunchinner”

“Is that supposed to be brunch and dinner mix?”

“I’m not good with words just.. you got it”

Y/N smiled and gave up having a meal with her girlfriend cuz she feels like she’s an affair between her girlfriend and her schedule. However rosé has no idea what those small things mean to her gf and she get things on her way.

Saturday and sunday had passed and monday morning Y/N left for work early. Rosie has all the time to clean places alone.

Bzzzz bzzzz (its supposed to be phone ringing)

“Yeah?..” “okay i’ll check it on the website itself” rosé grabbed your computer to mail files to Y/N because her irresponsible ass forgot.

Alright… google… search bar… search history.

‘Why my girlfriend is not the same?’

‘What can i do to make my gf happy?’

‘S***ide help support’

What?

Rosé stared at the screen for 5 min at least until Y/N called her again.

“Rosie can you please be quick this is urgent just send me already”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I- okay. I’ll send now”

Rosé has started to contemplate everything after the first shock. She never realised? But Y/N has been with her for years. They maybe don’t wake together and have breakfast together or dinner or make out or… did they being back to friends? What kind of relationship was that? How could she not tell rosé?? How could she- rosé went through all of it until another phone ring from you wake her up.

“Rosie im asking a favour what are you doing? I’m gonna get fired and i’m having all the panic for god sake its just a file! Please!!”

“I’m sending it now” Now rosé sounds so small that Y/N thought it was about her voice tone.

“Okay i got it thank you, look i’m sorry if it was harsh, i got panicked and all and you know my boss with this goddamn presentstion everytime like it’s-“

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Come home when you get off from work”

“Okay… are you really that hurt? Look i’m sor-“

“No it’s all okay, just, for dinner”

“Oh who are you and what did you do to my gf? Because i….“

Rosé is still shocked how Y/N is trying to be silly, funny, all laugh like she’s on holiday at clouds floating around lightly. Rosé cut it short and hung up the phone. She was actually dripping tears.

She cried good. How long has it been since they drifted apart this much? Was she neglecting her much? Was she in her world too much to see the girl sleeping next to her every night?

Questions took a new turn and it was rosé this time. For how long? ….

rosé realised it’s been 2 and a half hours since she was thinking everything and every detail. She decided to get up and plan a delightful night for Y/N. Her favourite food and quality time. They both could use that.

Then around afternoon, she heard the car engine coming from the front while she was staring at rhe blank. She got up immediately to welcome you at the door. She’s not sure what to do with all the overwhelming information she got today but she had one goal, to make you happy tonight. So she waited for Y/N to open the door and suprise her.

“Jeez!!!!! Rosie! What are you doing? Are you about to go out? You scared me”

“Gosh you scared me too, just wanted to suprise you and give a hug. I missed my gf!”

“Seriously what got into you?? Did you watch titanic again and got into your romantic era? It ain’t like you”

And rosé hugged her gf so tightly. She never realised how precious this small thing is.

“Woah baby, did something happen to you?”

“No… I just wanted to appriciate you. Get change and we’ll have dinner, okay?”

“Okay baby, thank you, this is so sweet of you! I’ll be right back. I love you!”

I love you.

What was the last time they use that? What if something happened to her and would she remember the last time they actually appriciate this love? She has to shake herself, she can’t loose it all now. It’s ‘her’ night.

“Woah today you saved my life you know? Idk how did i forget my laptop at home. I’m getting old, babygirl”

Did she? Save her life? Cuz she faced the exact opposite fact today. She actually made rosé really happy but rosé blamed herself for not appriciating it.

They ate all the food and rosé listen Y/N talk about her day. And she listen to her appriciating rosé’s effort on tonight and how happy she makes her. She has to learn to return this love.

“I thought you were going out with that outfit, did you wear this for tonight only?” Rosé knows how to make Y/N crazy with skirt and high heel combination even though it’s silly to wear them around the house, she wanted Y/N to get in the mood

“Only for you, Y/N girl”

“You look, like you could kill 5 people from heart attack from directly looking at you”

Rosé took Y/N’s hand and pull her in closer. Lips on lips and its like the last day on earth. Hands on each other like it’s the first touch.

“Ah, okay sorry, we can stop here since we had just dinner and you plan your sex time according to that for some reason. You’re such a weir-“

“Get on my tigh.”

“Wha- like sit? We can get to the couch, i think survivor is playing tonight”

Gosh, how long they have been apart from each other for her to think anything but sex from rosé.

“Y/N shut up and take your underwear off and sit on my tigh.”

“I-“

“I’m waiting.”

Y/N has no idea what happened to her gf but she’s loving it. Rosé took the charge and take off her underwear. Y/N sits on rosé’s thigh which was between her legs. Rosé pushed her knee up to cause pressure on Y/N’s sweet spot.

“Ah… rosé…”

“Grind.”

“Wha-?”

Rosé is impatient and almost annoyed with her gf questioning everything so she grabbed her bum and make her. “Shit rosé i-“ then rosé didn’t give her chance to talk and put her fingers on her mouth. Finally when Y/N lost her sanity and grind by herself on rosé, other hand of her went to grab Y/N’s throat.

“Make a mess” the suction of her fingers turn into bites and that’s where rosé knows Y/N’s body is full of tension. She then released her body on rosé and she hold her. She hold her tight. “Sorry i kinda make a mess on your legs but i-“

“God sake Y/N because i told you so, you talk too much” she grabbed her like a baby and carried her to the bed. You see, rosé may seem like self-centered but she’s the most selfess with her gf. She just sometimes forget how to hold each other. Y/N, already passed out on bed, makes rosé stare at her long enough. She curled up next to her and cannot control her tears. Emotions are too overwhelming and she has not digested any of it. Where would she go to relieve all of it? Who she talk to? Confront Y/N? The night flies away with thoughts…

After days went by, Y/N woke up to the saturday morning with her girlfriends’ arm all around her. She has no idea why rosé cling into her all week out of nowhere. She’s not complaining but she cannot stop wondering why. Just a week ago, rosé seemed like she would avoid her at all cost. But today, they were truely invincible.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Good morning”

“Morning love”

….

“I love you”

….

“I love you too”

You see, rosé couldn’t confront her mostly because she didn’t think she would able to handle it. Who can? Instead she tried to give her all. Everything. Although it didn’t take much to things get back to their abnormal normality.

“Rosé”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m off to work, take care okay?” She peck a kiss

“Okay love, you too!”

She was about to leave but she came back to rosé and give her a passionate kiss this time but rosé already turn back to take the ringing phone

“I love you”

Rosé nodded with her while greeting the person on the phone

And she left. Little did she know Y/N wasn’t off to work that day.

Y/N won’t be able to off to work any day, ever.

#Rosé #blackpink #blackpink imagines #kpop #Rosé imagine #Rosé imagines #Rosé x reader #fanfiction

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eruisapenguin · 17 days

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Pataphysics Department AU

(SCP Foundation x Researcher!MC)

Sucks to be MC, huh.

CW: Reference for suicide

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It was fuzzy, the memories, you couldn't remember clearly what had happened; painfully mundane it seemed, before. Then all light dimmed, edges stained with darkness. You thought you were fainting, that's fine, you were probably overexerting yourself like usual.

Then you find yourself restricted from receiving air, all oxygen taken away, panic immediately floods you. Were you being kidnapped after all?!

You tried to trash around—yet no muscle moved even an inch, paralyzed and suffocated…you wished to scream; for the whole world to listen. But you can't, you are stuck in a nightmare.

Help, please, somebody….anybody...you can't die now…you have so much to live for! Is this really the end? You don't want to die…

There's something…finally at last! Something other than an everlasting void…

It was spiral

Stretching and pulling before you.

You cannot breathe.

Your body jolted awake, trembling hand wrapped around an object—you can feel a cool metal pressed against your temple—to your shock it was a gun, what the fuck!? You threw it away, the gun clattered to silence below on the ceramic floor. What were you doing just now! Why do you have a gun, you don't remember owning one—and where the hell are you?!

It was an office, colored in white enough to drive a man insane. There are many scattered papers in front of you, on the desk. Is it your desk? Among other walls of printed text one caught your eye, a very familiar view since ever your brain rot over scp: containment breach.

The spiral gestalt.

Now hold on a fucking second—

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So, from what you can gather. Your other universe's y/n is a researcher of the goddamned SCP Foundation, somehow they got a hold on D-9341—Dr. Walker’s spiral gestalt thingy and tried it on themself. Which had worked; almost entirely or not as what other y/n’s prediction.

Heck you don't even know what they intended to do with it, communicating? Save and load power?

Whatever it is, it's a mystery to you. But first, you need to get rid evidences of the experiment ever happening. You're not sure if you're even authorized to do this—hell D-9341 got demoted for it, you absolutely do not want to be a D-class or terminated.

…

Holy shit, could other y/n br a villain in making?

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The paper was filled with ink, it was your own handwriting. Black, white, black, white, gray. Rather than the standard scp font you forgot the name of. It appeared to be quite obsessively written, the madness present even through the text. Yep, definitely a villain.

You sighed, putting it inside a paper shredder, then drenched the ruins with water inside a trash can. Now nobody will ever look twice at it. Your nose twitched at the smell of smudges of ink against your fingers.

Your other’s ID card hangs from your neck. Giving it a good look for once; the photo stares back with dead eyes, taunting. Name, age, birth year; all the same as yours.

Pataphysics department. Level three clearance, senior researcher.

How fun.

#Don't mind me writing this instead of finishing the next chapter #Uhh just need to get it out of my system #eruisapenguin #Mono-Frontier fic #Pataphysics Dep AU #writing #original work

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mondaymelon · 5 months

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remember when you told me that kim dojka has childbearing hips

what... what about it?

are you denying it?

have you i seen his waist. good lord. it's so fucking snatched. what right does he have to make him that attractive. his body just screams homosexual like what are you, as a man, doing having a waist that s c r u m p ti io u s? gay. gay gay homosexual gay you whore <333 33. 3

i love him so much his hips goddamn his hips OH GOOD LORD EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS SO IS SO IS SO IS SO iS SO IS SO COMBUSTS

i dont like children honestly i hate them with like a burning passion 99.9 percent of the time like those hand sanitizers that kill all but .000000001 percent of the germs

WELL. KIM DOKJAS CHILDREN. THEY WOULD BE AN EXCEPTIOn

LIKE SUUUUURE JOONGDOK IS GREAT AND ALL (please the amount of people i would massacre just to hold kdj's hand. just to see his pathetic sopping wet cat self. just to see him breathe just to see him blink jsust being in his prescence i think id die )

II KNOW FOR A FACT YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT ORV> BUT THERES THIS CHAPTER IN THE DFJDOISFJOD AND LIKE LIEK LIEKE HE GETS DURNK AND GODDAMN HIS FACE HIS FAC HAS NOOOO RIGHT TO Be THAT PRETYT HE HAS NO RIGHT IN BEING THAT PReTTY

"ugly kING" EDXCUSE ME!!?!!? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOURE TAKLING TOO RIGHT NOW?!?!?! HAVE YOU SEEN THE MAN (spoiler. they physically cant BUT I MEAN LIK SE SKILL ISSUE YOU JUST ARENT OWRTHY ENOUGH HONESTLYU )

ohh... oh to be .. in a poly... with joongdok.. OH... TO JUST HAVE KDJ LOOK IN MY DIRECTION JUST ONCE>...

OH!!! MYBAD!!! I COMPELLTELY FORGOT ABOUT CHILDREN1!! YES, LET ME EXPLAIN

SSOSO. HIS HIPS> THEYRE SO GODDAMN THEYRE SO GRABBABLE AND HOOOOLLUYYY SHIT HIS THIGHS HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOlY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOL SHIT !!!!!!!!! I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT HED BE THE ONE BAERING THE CHILDREN BECAUSE I MEAN HEY MPREG IS CANON IN ORV SO LMAO ILL FIND A STIGMA THAT MAKES IT WORK OR SOMETHING

sigh.. man. running in front of. atruck seems soooo tempting rn.

oh yeah btw i didnt tell you this i was literally walking and almost got hit by a car <33 in the parking lot lmao

my head is so full of kdj right now. i jut. i just cant . hes so. hes uhg hes so uhgjdfljslkfjk the amount of times ive cried to him during class is probably a cause for concern BUSDIFJOKL THE OFFICIAL ART... OF HIm.. WITH YJH... WHERE hES SMILING AN...D.... HE LOOKS...SO HAPPY... SOBOSBSOBSOBOSBOS

#★ ˎˊ˗ melonrambles!#★ ˎˊ˗ inbox... mooties!!#⋆˙⟡♡ᝰ.ᐟ - kyoi ( stares dreamily out the window... sigh... kim dokja ... )!!#should i go on another rant in the tags FUCK IT WHY NOT #OKAY OKAY . HEAR ME OUT #WAIT FOR IT #DRUMROLLL...#kim dokja.#KIM DO K J A !!!!!!#JFKDLFDKFJ I LOELVOEVLDLVJ HIMS O MUCH HES SO RELATBLA EEHS SO SILLY HES SO ATTRACTIVE I LOVE HIS CAHRACTER I LOVE HIS PLTO I LOVE HIS BEAU #BEUATIFUL MIND I LVOE HOW HE USES HIS WITS TO ESCAPE THE SITUATION i loVE LOVE LVOE BLACKBOX FOR BLESSING HIM WITh SUCH A GORGEOU SFACE. I #LOVE IT WHEN HE DOES THAT ONe EYE THING THAT MAKES ME ABSOLUTELY. FErAL #I LOVE D IT IN THE CONSTELLATION BANQUET WHEN he FINALLy GETS AN OUTFIT CAHNGE AND ITS A GODDAMN SUIT AND HOLLluyyy sHIT #I LOVE LOVE LVOE THE ENTIRE KING THINGMABOB ARC BECAUSE GYADDAMN THAT THAT OUTFIT WAS SOOO FINE AND HIS PANTS GOOD LOrd yOU COULD SEE HOW s #GOdDMAN SNATCHED He WAS T H R O U G H THE FABRIC #I AM ACTUALLY NOT SHITTING YOU RN IM LAYIGN ON MY BeD MSILING BLUSHING GIGGLING AND KCIKING MY FEET DFJOIFJDLKFJD EEE E E. EKIM DOKJADJFDKJ

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7knives · 3 months

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hii this is random but ur ocs all seem so interesting and cool and i'd love to know more about them👀 (if you want to talk about them ofc no pressure :D <3)

thank you so much, that’s really nice of you! 💜💜💜i love to talk about them! i have like almost a dozen but the most fleshed out / to me currently interesting ones are: levi, tayuhl, lance and the priest. A brief summary of them would be:

levi (he/they/it/she) is a tma oc. he is like a monster hunter similar to trevor and julia but not an avatar of the hunt. levi loves to cause trouble and annoy people. they do the hunting more so because it messes with people and the ritual plans and not because he wants to get rid of 'bad' avatars. also because levi likes violence lol. most closely it might be aligned with the spiral but he doesn’t have any spiral-like powers. he thinks of itself as unkillable (hence the hubris).

tayuhl (she/her) is a fantasy oc. she lives in a sort of post-apocalyptic medieval fantasy world where magic that went wrong destroyed her world. it draws influences from botw when the guardians went rogue and fantasy in general. she’s fighting similar machines powered by magic and tries to collect knowledge of magic of which a good portion was lost in the destruction of the temples. with that she hopes to figure out how to stop the machines for good. strictly speaking she hasn’t got any magical powers herself (visions aside) and fights with swords and bow and arrow.

venn alancer (she/her) most of the time simply referred to as lance is a star wars oc that has existed the longest out of my current ocs. i came up with her as a teen. she is but a simple bounty hunter trying to make her way through the galaxy. in earlier (flying) accidents she lost both legs and as a young child her left arm and now wears protheses. kind of like han she assisted the rebels in the fight against the empire. her ship is called 'the silver spetum'.

the priest (they/them) is my newest oc and a time-traveling assassin. they were born during the victorian era in london. i haven’t got their backstory all worked out yet but eventually they join/are recruited by time-traveling assassins who in theory can be hired by every person from every time period. but the very frequent time-travelling takes its toll and the assassins can’t die (from natural causes. not as great as it might seem at first. it’s more like bilbo said: 'like butter scraped over too much bread') and have also forgotten a lot of crucial information about themselves. for example the priest forgot their name, who they were before etc. i only picked their name because i thought it sounded cool as an assassin’s name skskks. later i made up a story how they got it (in their first few missions they disguised themselves as a priest and the name stuck) not sure if i will stick with this story though. the reason i choose the victorian era was because i love the suits the men were wearing at the time and i always imagine the priest wearing something classy like this on a day to day basis.

typing all of that out actually made me want to work on the priests back story more so thank you for asking! 💜 id also really love to hear about your ocs if you want to share!

#i didnt get into too much detail bc i think it would’ve been too much at once sksksk #all of my ocs lore might change a little from time to time but thats the current status #ocs #oc: levi #oc: tayuhl #oc: lance #oc: the priest #honorable mention ocs are len and andy. they’re not ready yet

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Hello!! I hope you are having a lovely and nice day!! Are you still taking request? If you do can I request Kageyama x really really super duper shy reader (me :D) who is gonna meet his teammates? Hwusjsbsh thank you!!! (bows)

omg hey!! id love to do that!! this is my first request so im so sorry if its not great but i hope this is what u meant!!

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this side of paradise - t. kageyama

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kageyama x super shy (gender neutral)reader

cw: fluff, established relationship, swearing

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the sounds of squeaky sneakers echoed through the gym as you quietly waited outside. your boyfriend has finally decided that he wanted to introduce you to the team today, and you couldnt help but feel a little bit nervous.

after a couple minutes of waiting, you decided to peek through the gym doors, and it seemed like everyone was beginning to put away the volleyballs and dry mop the floors. you nervously skimmed through the unfamiliar group of teens before your eyes finally fell upon the black haired setter, who seemed to be arguing with a small orange haired boy. not wanting to interrupt anything you decided to pull out your phone to text the boy, but a loud voice from beside you caused you to drop it.

"hey hey!! whats this cute person doing here??"

"oh man, theyre almost as hot as kiyoko!!"

you flinched at the loud voices near you before turning to see a small boy with spiked hair and taller friend with a shaved head. you felt a lump growing in your throat as you spoke.

"oh...i, uhm..am ju-"

"you dropped this"

you quickly turned around to find urself looking up to a tall blond with glasses. he held up your cell phone with a trace of an amused smirk on his face.

"oh, right, uhm t-thank you.." you bowed quickly as you grabbed your phone before turning around to leave. 'maybe he forgot he was gonna introduce me today?' you thought as you walked towards the exit before you heard a familiar voice saying "Y/N WATCH OUT!!"

you quickly whipped ur head back to see a volleyball flying in your direction. you jumped out of the way and landed on the ground, just barely dodging the ball as you could hear footsteps getting closer to you.

"Y/N..A-ARE YOU ALRIGHT??"

you looked up to be greeted with kageyamas icy blue eyes nervously looking you up and down for any signs for injuries. his hands were grasping both of your shoulders softly as you chuckled softly at his worried state. "im okay, tobio." you reassured him as you put a hand on his wrists to pull them down. his gaze relaxed a bit, as a light blush dusted his cheeks from the simple contact.

"HUH..???"

"KAGEYAMA ACTUALLY KNOWS THIS PERSON??"

"AND ON A FIRST NAME BASIS??"

you and kageyama both whipped around, remembering that there were people around you. you flushed red with embarrassment as you and kageyama stood up. "DUMBASSES, THEYRE MY S/O" he yelled at the team (hinata) as they became even more shocked.

"KAGEYAMA HAS A S/O BEFORE I DO? NO FAIR" tanaka sobbed into nishinoyas hair as the spiky haired boy continued to stand bewildered. the team continued to bombard you and kageyama with questions and your boyfriend was always the one to answer (defensively).

"HAHAHHA KAGEYAMA YOU LOOK LIKE A TOMATO"

"SHUTUPHINATADUMBASSNOIDONT"

"ooooh kageyama youre blushinggg!"

"sugawara dont encourage this."

"I CANT BELIEVE KAGEYAMA GOT AN S/O BEFORE ME.."

"WHY DO YOU SOUND SO SURPRISED? HUH??"

the bickering continued as you stayed focused on the ground beneath your feet. kageyama seemed to be able to deal with all the questions until the tall blond spoke.

"tsk, what do they even see in the king anyways?" he snickered.

kageyama whipped to him at the speed of light "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ASSHOLE?? THEY OBVIOUSLY..THEY.....WHAT DO THEY SEE IN ME?? THEY..UHM..." his comeback faded to silence as he turned to you for help. you looked up at his eager expression and shyly stared to speak.

"o-oh, i uhm..i...uh...." your eyes darted around nervously, becoming more stressed from the large crowd.

but you werent stressed by the question, because you could answer that in an instant.

sinse the moment you two became friends, you knew the boy was special. he was passionate, protective, and actually quite sweet. he has always noticed the little things about you, and never had a problem with you being more shy because he was kinda shy too.

kageyama watched as your gaze fell to the ground and was able to pick up on the problem. he grabbed your hand and glared at his teammates before pulling you outside.

once you were out of earshot of the team you immediately began to explain to him what happened.

"im sorry! im so so sorry! i see a lot in you i just-"

"y/n"

"-and i just got nervous because there was so many of them an-"

"y/n"

"-i do see a lot in you tobio, i swear! i love you so much and-"

"Y/N! I KNOW, I UNDERSTAN- wait what?" the setter was just hit with the words you just said.

the two of you have been dating for a few months now, but neither of you have used the L-word yet.

your face turned bright red as you looked at the ground. kageyama felt his own cheeks heating up as he bent down a bit in attempt to make eye contact with you.

"you-you love me?" he barely whispered. you nodded your head lightly as you continued to avoid his gaze. the setter took a sharp breath in as he took a moment to process the words.

i love you

"oi" he said quietly. you finally lifted your head up to meet his eyes. he brought up his shaky hands to hold your face softly.

"i...ah..i love you" he whispered shyly, before hesitantly going in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

you have been dating for months, and he still gets shy when it comes to these things. its actually quite endearing.

when he pulled back you felt a small smile creeping onto your lips.

"i love you.." you repeated.

"i love you." he said again, with more confidence than the last time. "and im sorry that they made you overwhelmed, they can all be dumbasses sometimes, and i shouldve brought you in myself instead of having you meet me today.."

"you dont need to apologize, tobio, i promise its not your fault. i just...you know how i am with people i dont know.." you mumbled the last part.

"i know, i know! but thats why im sorry. i shouldve made you more comfortable..i just...ugh! im sorry.." he began to ramble again, as it was your turn to cut him off with a kiss on the cheek. his face flushed bright red as he quickly stooped talking.

"please dont apologize, tobio."

"o-okay, im sorry-WAIT NO..no im not. do you, uh, wanna go back in? or like I-IF NOT ITS FINE!! YOU DONT HAVE TO-" you laughed once again at his flustered state.

"ill be alright tobio. we can get your stuff and i can say goodbye to them before we go, okay?" kageyama nodded.

"okay, okay yeah, that works...just, uhm, let me know if you wanna leave sooner please.." "i will" you said as he gave you a final look, before taking your hand to lead you back in.

everyones eyes turned to the two of you, and before they could speak your boyfriend cut them off"

"so we are gonna be heading out now, and my s/o just wanted to say goodbye"

all eyes turned to you, as you took a deep breath. "i-it was a pleasure meeting you all" you said quickly, before bowing.

everyone stayed silent for a moment, and then they all started to respond.

"it was a pleasure meeting you too!!"

"THEYRE SO CUTE OH MY GO-" (kageyama threw a volleyball at nishinoyas head)

you smiled shyly at them, and kageyama slung his sport bag over his shoulder.

"you ready to go?"

"mhm!"

you waved goodbye as kageyama intertwined his fingers with yours. as soon as you were out of sight, he placed a soft kiss to your temple while angrily mumbling about his teammates.

"theyre such dumbasses.." he muttered, causing you to laugh and pull him in for a hug.

"yeah, well youre also a dumbass, but youre MY dumbass.” you teased as his face flushed with embarrassment

"yeah..wh-whatever..i love you."

"i love you too."

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ALRIGHT!! I HOPE THAT WAS GOOD ENOUGH:))

IM SORRY ITS SO LONG..IM JUST REREADING IT OMG BUT I HOPE U ENJOYED IT!!

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