#can you tell i didn't want to draw his legs bc i did NOT

[chamoemileclown]

Having another kid wouldn't have fixed him but I like to think he would've liked Sunny...

#maybe in another universe #im still so devastated man #he deserved so much better #can you tell i didn't want to draw his legs bc i did NOT #qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp art #qsmp eggs #qsmp maxo #qsmp maximus #maximus3blog #qsmp sunny #qsmp sunnysideup #sunnysideup the egg #sunny the egg

[doobea]

WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You realize that under his seven layers of unresolved teenage angst, Rin Itoshi is extremely sensitive, whether he wants to admit it or not.

contents: sfw, fluff, convos about growing up, gn!reader, proplayer!rin, play fighting!!, rin is kinda awk but its cute, first kiss and a lil bit suggestive but not really?, a birthday fic :) word count: 1.5K a/n: did i rush home to try and make a birthday fic for one of my favorite boys?? yea maybe. and goodbye i know his bday isn't today and im a day early but i wanna just drop this as an early celebration just so i can post sae on his actual birthday bc im secretly evil

Being Rin's one and only best friend comes with a lot of growing pains. Whether it be constantly receiving threats from his "super fans", always having to show up to his games just to drive him back home because he insists that he's too tired to walk back, or having to hear him vent about how absolutely shitty his older brother is.

And, much to no one's surprise, that dynamic hasn't changed even after becoming one of the nation's highest-praised athletes. And yes, he still insists you to drive him because he claims that his own private drivers "suck ass".

But there are some positive outlooks of being his one and only best friend. No, it's not the fact that you get free tickets to his games or the fact that you essentially eat for free whenever you're out with him. It's nothing materialistic of that sort. One of your favorite things is that he always picks up your packages, even when you order just a bit too much.

"You're going to break your bank account if you keep this up."

"It's your birthday. How can I not celebrate?"

There's a click from his tongue. "You know I hate celebrations."

You sit up from the sofa, flashing him the tiniest of smirks. "It's just gonna be between us. I'm not planning on inviting anyone over."

Rin rolls his eyes before setting down the mountain of delivery packages onto his apartment floor. It looks to be about eight... no twelve? You honestly lost track of how many items you ordered but not like that matters now. The packages vary in size and you can tell by the scowl forming on his face that he's confused by what you have in store this year.

"They're decorations, you dumb dumb." You finally answer after watching him struggle to think.

This only deepens his scowl. "It's my birthday and you want me to decorate?"

"Oh, so now you wanna play that card? Thought you didn't care about your birthday." The kick you receive to your legs is a clear indicator that you've successfully annoyed Rin Itoshi. Which really doesn't take that much effort, but it's still fun to tease him nonetheless. "Are you gonna help me now?"

Rin opens one of the smaller boxes, pulls out a roll of blue streamers, and puffs out his cheeks slightly in frustration. "Where do I put this?"

You blink. "Have you never decorated before?"

You watch his ears turn red and he quickly responds, "I have, idiot."

"You just—" Rin struggles with the streamers and you suppress a laugh when he accidentally tears a ribbon in half. "Actually, never mind, just leave it to me."

He takes a few defensive steps back when you stand up, clutching the streamer close and dear to his chest, shooting you one of his piercing glares. "Stop, I know what I'm doing."

"For someone who's so careful about his actions in football, you sure are clumsy when it comes to anything outside of that." The scrunch on his nose only solidifies your point.

You don't quite understand how someone like Rin can have such a meticulous lifestyle but then mess up when attempting to parallel park or even fry an egg. You're mostly teasing though. Mostly. It's not like any of his "clumsy" actions bother you.

"I made a birthday card for my mom once." He says as if that's enough proof to prove that he actually does know how to decorate. "It's on her fridge."

"Yeah? The one with the shitty drawing of you and Sae hugg—"

"You can stop now."

The blue streamer rolls to the ground as you lunge forward and smack it out of his hands. Rin is annoyed, very annoyed, and attempts to playfully aim at your shin again. You let him but this time around you push him back, aiming for his chest.

Rin is taller and stronger than you are but, during times like this, he holds back just enough for you to take the upper hand. Only for a brief moment that is.

You give up as soon as he pins you beneath him on the floor. "Ok," You manage out. "You win, you win."

Rin loosens his grip on your wrists and rolls over next to you. "That's what I thought."

After what feels like an eternity laying in silence on the floor, you speak up, letting your tongue run. "You know that I’m secretly jealous of you, right?"

His body shifts slightly from your peripheral but you keep your eyes glued to the ceiling. "Jealous how?"

"I don’t know how you do it but you always end up looking like some hotshot supermodel even with all that sweat. Too bad people don’t know that you’re actually so emo that it hurts." Despite saying it in a teasing tone, your lips curve into a small sincere smile. You didn't need to see his face to know that he was also smiling.

Another kick. "Shut up, you sound so dramatic right now."

You kick back but with less force. Too tired out from the struggle earlier. "Says the guy who wants to beat up his brother over football."

Silence hangs in the air again. And suddenly you become hyperaware of his proximity, the scent from the cologne he's wearing, and how melancholic he looks from your angle.

"Are you ever scared of growing up?" Rin's sudden question makes you sit up. "I think about that more often than I like."

You tense for a moment at his words and quickly collect your thoughts, shaking your head. "There's nothing scary about growing up. Think about all the cool things you got to experience. You accomplished a lot compared to when you were sixteen."

He hums. "That's true."

"And think about all the cooler things you haven't experienced yet. Like scuba diving and shit."

"What if I can't swim?"

"Then you take swimming lessons, dummy."

"Also true." He pauses and finally sits up with you. "You'll still be around, right?" Rin stares with his usual tight line on his lips but his eyes seem to be searching for something in yours. He looks very serious and also mildly stressed out.

You realize that under his seven layers of unresolved teenage angst, Rin Itoshi is extremely sensitive, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"Hey," You offer a hand on his shoulder and he flinches at the contact. "As long as you're around, I'm gonna be around too." You say softly.

He holds your hand in place and squeezes it. "Even when we're both old and wrinkly?"

You squeeze his shoulder in response. "Definitely gonna stick around to see that."

There’s silence again for a minute, as he thinks it over. It’s not quite as awkward of a silence, but it’s still not entirely right. You're mentally preparing for another round of existential questions from your best friend. After a moment, Rin's leaning forward, instinctively pressing closer, and there’s something happening between you two. Some weird shift taking place.

Skinship of any form isn't something that Rin is comfortable exploring with just anyone. The most that he's gotten physical with is maybe a hug but even that lasts for just a fleeting second. You find yourself reciprocating and leaning close, relishing the fact that he doesn't do this often. And soon, you feel the sudden urge to kiss your best friend.

"Hey—Rin, do you..." You stumble over your words, but the way that you say his name catches his attention.

"Yes." He cuts you off before you get a chance to finish.

Rin leans in and you meet him halfway. Your noses bump awkwardly against each other due to the height difference and it causes you to laugh. Rin looks like he wants to be embarrassed and annoyed but he ends up laughing too. You two try again, shuffling yourself closer and placing your hands on his thighs to steady yourself, and this time it's better.

There's a bit of mint aftertaste left in his mouth from the gum he was chewing earlier and you didn't know if you should feel self-cautious of your own breath because you're pretty sure it tastes like the cereal you had this morning. You quickly decide it's out of your worries when you feel his hands around your waist, pulling you closer into his lap and deepening the kiss further.

Rin calls out your name when he pulls back and you're positive that you could pass out right now if you're given the option. "Stop looking at me like that." He frowns, red sweeping his own cheeks.

You swallow hard and tilt your head. "Like what?"

"Like you're nervous to be around me. I don't want that."

You feel yourself growing small under his touch. "Then what do you want, Rin?"

He furrows his brows together and you feel his fingers toy with the fabric of your shirt. Rin does this for a while before answering, "I just want you to stay by my side for as long as you can. Is that possible?" He whispers.

"If it's impossible then I'll make it possible for you, Rin." You close the distance and rest your chin on his shoulder. "I'll give you all my seasons if you want them."

You don't hear anything from Rin but soon his grip tightens around your waist and you swear you can hear him sniffling. You pretend to not notice. God knows what he'll do if you catch him crying. Instead, you close your eyes and rub his back gently in circles.

"Happy birthday, Rin."

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #blue lock headcanons #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #happy birthday u dumbfuck #how long r we gonna wait till you show up again #bye idk what the title should be #i just know his bday is this month #and i know this song... #and that hes major virgo vibes

[bunnystalker]

father's friend (18+)

you are just what he doesn't need.

cw; afab reader, reader in a skirt, dad's friend wesker, major age gap (14-17 years), fingering, degradation, implied multiple orgasms, reader is a little naive and wesker eats that up, predatory almost???, inappropriate use of mirrors, daddy kink if you squint (get a microscope)

terms of endearment; dear (reader receives)

a/n; i don't know how this became what it did bc this was supposed to be fluff. if you'd like the fluff version, i'm more than happy to provide that, just let me know!

when albert wesker pictured his life, he saw greatness. he'd dreamt of sanitizing the world with uroboros, his pet project of years would finally come to fruition. the world would be the perfect place, full of the superior and cleansed of the lesser. his dreams realized.

what he didn't anticipate, however, was you.

you, who came into his life when he was 38 years old, fresh off the high of the mansion incident. mostly human, partially not. he'd changed his clothes- only black attire from that point forward- and kept a low profile because he should be dead, but he's not. with no body to find, they gave up on the search only months later. he'd slid under the radar with a new identity and relocated across the country to some small town on the east coast.

at the time, you were in your early twenties. maybe 24, 21 at the youngest. you were youthful and so sweet, painfully naive and lacking experience of life's true cruelties. without scars that held stories to be told, or nightmares that took hold of you in the night.

unmarked. untainted. flawless. you.

and you hadn't meant to draw his attention. you, the child of his best friend. oh, you were tempting. how whenever he was over, you'd greet him with a little "hi mr. wesker" despite him telling you over and over to call him albert.

he hung around your father because he was an operative of umbrella as well, and albert needed connections. you were quick to teach about certain things, your doe eyes drawn to him whenever he merely breathed. like you were waiting for something.

naturally, you'd maintained a healthy distance for a long time. the routine you two had whenever he'd stop by- almost daily- the greeting, the glances, the lingering, subtle touches on each other's arms, shoulders, backs, wherever you had access to that wouldn't draw immediate attention.

your father never noticed. not as he fell asleep on the couch one night. not when albert ensured the roofie he'd given your father had settled, then snuck up into your room after.

not now, as he has you on his lap, your legs spread wide, your skirt lifted up so he can rub your clit. he forces you to watch in the mirror, your back pressed against his chest, as he pushes your panties aside and sinks two long fingers inside of you. forces you to watch, his other hand gripping your jaw to keep your head still.

"you're a whore," he murmurs in your ear, "such a filthy fucking whore. you think you can tease me and get away with it, hm?"

"n-no, i'm sorry." you whimper, his fingers curling inside your weeping entrance. you're making a mess of yourself and his hand.

"mm, i don't think you are, dear. you're so wet, i bet you've been thinking about this for a while now, right? imagining daddy's friend splitting you open, ruining your perfect cunt." you should be embarrassed that he's got you down to a science, but his words make you squeeze around his fingers. you nod, much to his satisfaction, and he chuckles quietly. it reverberates in his chest and you relish the way it feels, wondering if you'll ever get to be more than just his secret.

"you're never going to get this from anyone else, you know that, don't you? nobody else will ever make you feel the way i feel." you're dumb from just his fingers, but you can't help that they're just what you wanted. the pads of his index and middle finger brush the spongy spot on your walls, making you cry out and writhe in his arms. your thighs try to squeeze shut but he lets go of your face to force them back open.

"t-too much-"

"shut up and take it. this is what you wanted, so why the hell are you complaining you ungrateful brat?" he hisses, focusing on that spot. with the way the heel of his hand is palming your clit, his fingers buried so deep inside you, you're cumming within moments. you're loud even if you don't mean to be, especially as he continues finger-fucking you after your orgasm.

"please- no more, i-i can't-" you whine, trying your hardest to move away from him, but he's got you tight in his grasp.

"you can, and you will. you don't have a choice. you'll cum as much as i want you to." he kisses your temple, the first sign of mercy he's shown you all night, and then slips a third finger in. you're weak to him, the same way he's weak to you.

#bunnystalker ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ #bunny's fics ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #resident evil #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil fanfiction #writing #albert wesker i love youuuu #albert wesker smut #albert wesker fanfic #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

[heartbreakgrill]

stiles stilinksi: breakable heaven; part 5, “i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.”

a/n: enjoy this bc it’s gonna be sad boi hours in the next part ;)

tagging: @ariianelle

the world shifted, just a little bit.

stiles and y/n found themselves spending a lot more time together. granted, that time was often under the sheets, in a locked car, or- just once- in the locker room after a game. nonetheless, the skin on skin contact always led to conversations, conversations that were deepening in content. they were getting to know each other, forming an attachment both swore would never even exist.

as the time passed, they each found solace in one another, a comfort, a sort of destressor that neither was able to substitute with anyone or anything else. neither were aware of this, but it was as present as the air.

y/n's parents were always out of town, and, while she didn’t have any doubts that they loved and supported her, they were absentee. they missed out on the everyday moments in her life. so, she was usually all by herself through it all. sure, danny came over every once and while, but there were still those periods of time where she was left, literally in the middle of nowhere, all alone. stiles was a warm body to sit next to, an attentive ear to listen to her troubles or woes, without judgement or expectations. he was just there. whenever she needed or wanted.

and, for stiles, y/n was just a human being. she didn't have claws, fangs, premonitions about his friends' deaths, or any other intense, supernatural features. this fact he was positive of since he’d had both scott and derek invade and smell her locker to ensure she was really a living, breathing, human girl.

with all he had to deal with, every single day, he was grateful to get to act like a normal teenage boy some days out of the week. laughing instead of fighting for his life, watching movies instead of drawing up investigation boards.

today was one of those bad days, for the both of them. a bad day where they just needed each other.

the number of killings in beacon hills was rising, rapidly, day by grueling day. and there wasn’t much stiles could do to help. he could ramble, on and on, about the mindless theories rattling around inside his head. he could tag along to random warehouses and parking lots, only to hide away once the real conflict began.

but, he was overall useless to the entire process.

it made his shoulders a little heavier some days, to know he had no control over anything anymore. scott could take away pain, lydia could help save somebody before they died, allison could shoot down three different wolves with the same arrow.

stiles could only talk.

today was one of those days where he just felt kind of shitty about it all.

dr. deaton was missing. and there wasn’t much of anything stiles could do to help. he felt like he always just got in the way.

y/n was in a similar boat.

her parents were out of town for the third week now. they’d promised to be home this past weekend, and had talked y/n up with a week full of dinners, family outings, a visit to her school, normal things that parents normally did with their normal children. of course, they’d cancelled on her last minute because of some conference across the world. she’d asked danny to come stay for the week, but he said he couldn’t. he was going out of town with ethan.

she felt abandoned.

usually, y/n would sulk, by herself, with take out, a round of depressing movies, and homework she didn’t really feel like doing. sometimes, she’d even beg her boss to let her come in for a shift.

but, it was saturday evening, so the staffing was already full for the rest of the night.

so, she texted stiles.

y/n: pls tell me ur bored

stiles: what time?

y/n: anytime :)

stiles: omw gorgeous

–

“alright, i’ve got it.”

stiles plopped down onto the couch beside y/n, bowl of popcorn in left hand, a can of dr. pepper in the right. he crossed his ankles and stretched his legs onto the coffee table. y/n sat criss-cross beside him and extended part of the blanket she wore onto his lap. stiles set the bowl down atop his covered thighs.

“oh, yeah, what’s that?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

y/n pointed to the television, and he followed her gaze. netflix was open on the bright screen, with a movie queued up. “the first scream.”

stiles nodded appreciatively, until she added, “aka, the best slasher film of all time.”

he squinted his face and shook his head rapidly, “i cannot believe you just said that!”

y/n giggled at his expression, “don’t even argue with me right now!”

“it’s hard not to argue with someone who is so blatantly wrong!” he replied.

y/n stole the popcorn from his lap, “thats not even a good counter. at least make a decent rebuttal!”

“okay,” he peered over at her with a matter-of-fact look, “halloween is the best slasher because;” he counted each point off on his fingers, it has a cooler villain, better kill sequences, and the hottest final girl.”

y/n rolled her eyes, and shoved his shoulder with her own, “you just like it cause of jamie lee curtis’ boob scene.”

stiles pursed his lips, “they are pretty great.”

“but they didn’t need to add nudity to that movie! that’s so sexist and gross to support that idea, you pig.”

stiles stole a handful of popcorn, shoveling it into his mouth. “what can i say, im a boob guy.”

if she didn’t know him so well, she’d think stiles, in this moment, was kinda gross. but, she recognized his humor better than most. she appreciated that it was sarcasm. and, he kinda looked cute with his cheeks full of popcorn.

y/n blushed at the comment, looking down slightly, “oh, i know.” boy, did she.

he tapped the edge of the bowl, garnering her attention again, “don’t do that.”

her brows furrowed, meeting his eyes, “do what?”

“don’t be dirty. i don’t think we’ll make it through the movie if you start acting up.” as his words drifted out, stiles’ tone of voice lowered. he leaned his head closer to hers and the corner of his lips turned up in a devilish smirk.

y/n grinned in response. she grabbed the back of his neck, smashing her lips into his, drawing a sharp breath off his tongue. stiles moaned into her, barely catching the popcorn before it could spill. his other hand clutched his dr. pepper, so he didn’t have much leverage against her advances.

stiles clambered around until he found the coffee table, shoving the popcorn bowl atop it. “wait, wait, wait-“ stiles gently grabbed her biceps, tugging her off of him delicately.

y/n’s face fell instantly. she cowered away, hugging herself with her arms. she thought that was what he wanted, but now it seemed he was mad. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry- i didn’t-“

“no, no, no,” stiles set a wary hand between them. “you didn’t do anything wrong. you’re okay, it’s okay.”

“i’m sorry,” she slouched, frowning. she relaxed a little bit, but the moment still worried her. “i thought that’s what you wanted?”

stiles shook his head and grabbed her hand, holding it between his like a prayer. “no, no- i mean- yes. i want you, i always- want you. but, i don’t- i don’t want you to feel pressured to do that all the time. i want to watch a movie with you. i like just hanging out, too. i don’t just expect sex out of you. that’s not all this is-“

stiles pressed his lips together. he always said too much.

always said too much.

y/n let out a breath she had been holding at the top of her chest. her mind raced with a thousand words she didn’t how to say.

this changed everything. the rules were blurred. the lines were crossed.

and it now seemed that, maybe, just maybe, he wanted her like she wanted him.

all she could say was, “okay.”

she didn’t want to rush things. she didn’t want to force him to label it. she didn’t want to get in over her head, throw her hopes up, and get let down again.

stiles’ worried expression fell into a gentle smile, “okay, hey, i’ll even let you think scream is the best slasher film, just for the night.”

an easy giggle fell out of her. “deal.”

stiles fixed the blanket across their laps that had fallen off slightly, while y/n tucked her legs up onto the seat, cozy against the back of the couch.

he stretched an arm across the back of her seat, inching over to her slyly. y/n bit back a smile and leaned into his side. stiles choked back a cough, a strangled attempt to clear his throat. he set his arm around her, fingers lingering over her shoulder.

the movie started.

it took them a few minutes to loosen after that moment. but, eventually, they fell back into their same routine- stiles made lame jokes, y/n nearly fell over laughing at all of them. he compared scream to halloween, calling out which parts would probably be better with a michael myers killer instead of ghost face. she argued back that he was a sore loser.

eventually, the movie was drawing to a close. the credit scene was just about to roll across the television screen when y/n’s phone started ringing from the coffee table. she jumped slightly, a little spooked from the movie, though she’d seen it a million times.

stiles tossed his head back, laughing over her fright. she shot him a dirty look as she reached for her phone. he took his arm off of her, but patted her thigh in a mocking manner. “don’t worry, i’ll protect you.”

y/n shoved his arm playfully, but her attention was drawn away by the contact showing up on her screen. ethan was calling her.

“give me a second,” she mumbled, leaving the room with confusion written all over face.

stiles watched her go, sitting forward on the couch. her distant tone worried him a moment. he pulled out his own phone, hoping for something from scott. updates, suspects, something. hoping the plague wasn’t going to reach her, too.

his screen was black.

stiles wanted to tell her about everything. maybe he should. it would explain his erratic, anxious, flakey behavior.

but, telling her would bring her into it.

and he didn’t know how well he could protect her.

so, the secret was just his for now.

stiles opened scott’s contact, ready to give him a quick call, just in case, when y/n reentered the room. “hey, everything okay?” he barely glanced up at her, but had to do a double take when he noticed how she looked.

y/n was shaking, visibly, clutching her phone in her right hand, which was still held up near her ear as though she was about to answer the phone again. a few tears escaped her eyes, and her pupils were dilated with fear and sadness.

“y/n?” stiles stood up, slowly, tone rattled.

had his troubles finally plagued her, too? was the one sacred, peaceful thing he had finally tainted by the cruelty of his reality? a million worried, terrified thoughts sped through his mind.

y/n met his eye, “danny’s in the hospital. he-he almost died. hi-his l-lung collapsed.”

stiles moved quickly. he carefully took her by the waist, guided her into a pair of shoes, into his jeep. he stayed attentive to her the entire car ride. he played her taylor swift, nearly sat at a 180° angle while he drove, kept a firm hand on her thigh, and spoke to her in a soothing tone. y/n was nearly mute. she didn’t know what to say or what to do. she was just too stunned.

it was always shocking to discover that death could just come knocking on the door whenever it felt like it.

when they finally reached the hospital, stiles opened the car door for her. she grabbed onto his hand, following him into the building.

no one was allowed to visit with danny, at least not until the morning. unfortunately, his parents were out of town, like y/n’s, and couldn’t get back until monday. so y/n and ethan were all danny had until then.

“so, he’s gonna be okay?” stiles scratched the back of his neck nervously, knee bouncing.

y/n sat beside him in a waiting room chair, clutching his other hand till her knuckles were white. they stared up at melissa, awaiting her answer.

melissa returned their stare them with a kind smile, “he’s gonna be just fine. we’re gonna keep him overnight, just to monitor him. but, he’ll be alright.”

y/n took a deep breath. her head fell back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut in relief. melissa nodded once, reassuring them again, before turning to leave. she squeezed stiles’ shoulder as she went.

stiles turned his body to y/n, taking her hand in both of his. she finally met his eye. he was glad to see hers, the storm within them more weathered now, calmer like the water right after a wave. he smiled slightly.

“hey,” he whispered.

y/n finally smiled back. “hey. i’m…sorry if i freaked you out. i don’t do well with near-death experiences. i’m kind of a pussy.”

she laughed at herself, head dropping down in shane. stiles disagreed quickly, “no, no, hey,” he pushed the hair from y/n’s cheek, cupped her face, guided her eyes back to his, “you’re not a pussy. you’re a human being. you were scared and worried for your friend. i’m not judging for how you reacted. i just want to know you’re okay.”

she nodded, “i’m okay. just- tired, now. that was overwhelming. sitting here for an hour, waiting to hear if my best friend was dead or not.”

stiles brushed his thumb over her cheek, “i know, baby, i know.”

the word slipped so easily off his tongue, that he didn’t notice. y/n did, but she wouldn’t allow herself to get bent out shape over it. there was no time for that right now.

“i’m gonna stay here with him tonight.”

stiles moved his hand back to their entwined ones, “i’ll wait with you.”

y/n shook her head in disagreement, “i can’t ask that-“

“you didn’t ask,” he interrupted her, pointedly.

y/n went to say something else when scott disrupted their moment. he came out of danny’s room, nearly appearing out of thin air. stiles could tell he was on edge.

“stiles, hey, i was just about to call you,” he said, glancing between the both of them. “sorry about danny, y/n.”

“thanks,” she smiled slightly, though she was confused. “how did you get in to see-“

“stiles,” scott pretended to not hear her, turning his attention to his friend, “we need to talk.”

stiles patted y/n’s hand gently, “i’ll be right back, okay?”

he stood to leave her, but she didn’t let go of his hand. she held on until he was too far to reach. before he followed scott down the hall, however, he turned back, shrugging off his jacket.

“i know you’re gonna need this,” he murmured, tucking it around her shoulders.

y/n watched him walk away with scott, a dazed smile on her face.

things might be working out.

–

stiles had to leave. at least, scott needed stiles to leave. derek, isaac, boyd, and cora were planning a trap or something of the sort, and they needed to go help them. stiles needed to go help his friends.

but he didn’t want to.

for the first time in his life, he didn’t want to help. he wanted to stay here, in the hospital, with her. he wanted to hold her hand, sleep in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, until the second they could visit danny. until the sun shone on her beautiful face.

stiles didn’t want to stand on the sidelines while his friends blood splattered across the walls around him. he especially didn’t want to watch somebody die tonight.

but, he didn’t protest when scott ushered him out of the building.

he had to do what he always had to do. it was expected. necessary.

like a sacrifice.

–

y/n tucked danny’s sheets around his chin like a mother would, before standing back to look at her work, proudly.

“you’re clinically insane,” he glared at her. the eye bags drearing his face were more prominent in the lighting coming from the lamp on his bedside table. y/n frowned deeply at the sight of him, so tired, nearly lifeless before her.

“you’re my little baby,” she cooed, sitting down beside him on the bed. it took everything in her not to squeeze his cheeks.

“i am a man,” he denied her.

y/n waved him off, “whatever helps you sleep. listen-“ she stood up, collecting her phone and keys off his bedside table, “i will be right down the hall. do not even hesitate to ask me for anything. water, a hug, maybe some cuddles-“

“go to sleep. you look like a walking corpse.”

y/n felt like one. they’d just gotten home the hospital, and it was 8pm on sunday. the waiting room chair had been uncomfortable, and she had felt a little off with the absence of stiles’ warm hands and soft words. so, she didn’t sleep very well. plus, sitting beside danny’s bed all day while they ran tests just added to the tired stress she was feeling.

but, the solace of his smell on his hoodie, and his sporadic text messages, got her through it all. he checked in once an hour, every hour. his phrasing was short, though, and he didn’t reply very quickly. but, stiles was still there. he was there for her.

now, y/n felt like she was going to collapse. so, she softly shut danny’s door behind her and headed for the guest room. it was right next door. she was too scared to leave him alone, so she was going to stay until his parents got home tomorrow night. she was even skipping school to look after him. ethan was going to stop by in the morning, today, he, apparently, had been caught up with something.

she didn’t really trust him. but that was a problem for another day.

y/n slipped out of her fresh pajama bottoms to get ready for bed because it was usually pretty warm in danny’s house. though she kept stiles’ hoodie on.

that morning, at the hospital, nurse mccall had delivered y/n’s book bag, packed neatly with a few essentials, like pjs, her toothbrush, her phone charger, to danny’s room.

stiles had gone out of his way to ensure she had her things how he’d gotten into her house? she didn’t know, and she didn’t really want to question it. she was just grateful he thought of her at all.

y/n shut the light off and got comfy under the covers. just as she went to shut off her phone, a phone call came through.

stiles.

“hello?” she whispered, voice too tired to speak too loud. y/n lay her head upon the pillow, shoving the phone between her ear and it. she felt her eyes closing.

“hey.”

the sound of his voice brought her so much comfort. the exhaustion was takning over now.

“how are you doing?” was the first thing he asked.

y/n smiled, which was visible through her words as she spoke, “better now.”

“oh, yeah?” stiles teased gently. “i was just checking in. was worried about you.”

“i was worried about you,” she emphasized, “is everything okay? nurse mccall said you had to handle something.”

everything was no okay. stiles had watched derek kill boyd just hours ago. luckily, they’d saved dr. deaton, and found a few more clues that would surely lead them to the serial killer rampaging their town.

but his classmate- his friend- was dead. and he watched it all happen. he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

but, e couldn’t tell her that.

though, she noticed a shift in his voice, “yeah, just something stupid. scott was having girl problems.”

y/n didn’t believe him.

she was noticing more and more that he was always disappearing, running off to do stuff that he wouldn’t tell her about. his cover stories never made much sense, either.

the thought that he was keeping secrets from her made y/n feel wary, made her want to pull away.

but, then he’d say something like, “i’m more worried about you, baby.”

and she was easily pulled back in.

“don’t,” she murmured. her eyes fell all the way shut. she was drifting off to sleep, the sound of his voice a sweet lullaby to her ears.

stiles smiled to himself. he imagined holding her in his arms, brushing the hair from her face as he watched her fall into a beautiful slumber. it comforted him.

but, when he focused his mind again, he was back in the cold, dark animal shelter, which was barren of any good feelings like the ones he could only day dream of for now.

he thought about telling her, again. but after what happened today, he wasn’t feeling very confident about it. he really, really could not lose her.

he just couldn’t.

“you should get to sleep,” stiles spoke.

scott motioned for him. so, stiles added, “i have to get going.”

“i miss you.” y/n was half asleep, completely unconscious to any words falling off her tongue.

stiles’ smiled again. “i miss you, too. hey, i’ll come see you tomorrow, okay? maybe we can watch the next scream.”

she didn’t have the energy to respond.

“you there, y/n?”

no response.

stiles figured she was asleep. “well, since you’re not there, i guess i can say…i really like you.”

y/n heard.

and she’d never tell.

she liked him, too.

but, what secrets was he keeping from her?

#derek x stiles #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles x lydia #stiles x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf x reader

[theoreticaltranstherian]

ARTISTS! PICREW FOLKS! ECT!

I have a challenge.

I am going to, using my magical powers of description and poetic word choice, describe myself.

You should try to draw/make me based on what I describe and mention me in the post/reblog this post with the picture!

No pressure but if you see this and aren't an artist but know someone who may be, perhaps reblog and mention them? Just if you don't mind :)

However, do not (and I can't stress this enough) use AI art for this. I do not support the use of AI art at all and I do not want to interact with jt whatsoever

(it's gonna be in the third person bc I can write like that better)

(also sorry for my weird similies)

He stood there in front of the mirror, somehwat awkwardly, observing himself. He was 5'6 - no idea why he had that memorized, but oh well - and built like a tree. That is, if that tree was in fact not a tree but a stick with limbs. He had Fluffy red hair that fell to his shoulders when it was wet but rested normally a few inches above. How he hated that hair; Utterly untameable and never sat quite right. He had disproportionately long legs, not so much that it stood out normally, but if it was mentioned you could see it and when wearing skirts or shorts his long expanse of leg seemed to stretch on forever. He had very little muscle, and as he flexed experimentally in the mirror, he snorted - He looked like he was built with pencils. His shoulders and hips were the same width, that is to say quite narrow and somewhat awkwardly thin; it matched the rest of him, but he couldn't help but wish that he was bulkier. His neck was functional if not a little short. Attached to it, as with most humanoids, was his head. He wore thick rimmed round glasses both because they had to be with how thick his lenses were and they hid more of his face, which he was quite insecure about anyway. His ears were ever so slightly uneven, leading to his glasses never quite sitting right on his face and usually resting on his nose. Oh, his nose; the only thing he didn't despise about his face. Not that it was a specifically good nose - One of the nostrils were a bit bigger than the other and it was sort of small - but it looked the least weird out of all his facial features. Resting below his nose was a septum ring, the same black one he'd had on since he got the piercing only because he couldn't be bothered to change it. Continuing down past his lightly freckled face was his mouth, as was to be expected. He had pale lips to match his equally pale skin, the two only differentiated by a slight pink tinge on the former and the assumption that he was not in fact a snake and did have lips. He had eyebrows slightly darker than his hair, although to tell the truth he sometimes would use mascara to make them darker because of his fragile masculinity and his need to fit traditional male standards of appearance so as not to be misgendered. His face overall was the shape of one of those Japanese watermelons that had started to become squared but only very barely before escaping its clear plastic prison. He wasn't insecure about his height, but that didn't stop him from always wearing platforms; he just liked how they looked. He was currently wearing his favorite outfit, consisting of a black tank top that went a few inches up his neck, an olive and dark green striped button up not fulfilling its namesake over top, and some pale dark green cargo pants. He hated wearing jewelry, as it was just one more thing to lose, but he always had on a chain with a gold ring holding a small clock face; His partner had asked him out with it, and he kept it with him because he knew if he set it down in his dump of a room it would be lost to the ether the second he looked away. He also had his ears pierced, but rarely wore earrings and instead always had on a pair of headphones to help with the constant anxiety from noise. He had tried to wear headphones with earrings in the past but found it extremely uncomfortable. As he stepped back from the mirror, he realized his internal monolog was extremely monotonous, and decided to stop observing himself.

Thank you to @annotated-catastrophe for the original idea!!!!

#art challenge #drawing challenge #writing thingy

[italiansteebie]

Babe, with the most kindness I can muster, I need to see more Steve with a prosthetic leg!!! 🫶

I only saw the beginning of this and got so scared that someone was telling me i got something horribly wrong or something, or that it was complete shit, BUT I AM SO RELIEVED THIS IS NOT THAT

here you go babes, some prosthetic!steve hc's

- when he gets a new socket (the part that holds his leg) he gets the party and family to draw little guys on it BEFORE they put the outer shell on, that way the drawings are protected

- he's got insanely good balance

- when the socket rubs his leg raw, bc they can do that sometimes, hes really good at hoping place to place on one leg even though it scares the shit out of everyone else

- fresh amputee baby steve cried for hours and hours bc his mom said that it ruined her perfect boy and he was so scared that she didn't love her anymore.

Drabble:

(different universe than the one i just posted)

robin was spending the night at steve's house. they were best friends, and it was their first sleep over, and robin couldn't tell you how excited she was.

she didn't get to have these when she was younger, the other girls deeming her too weird to be invited. she had it all planned out!

they built a fort, ordered pizza, watched movies, and even talked about girls together! and maybe steve talked about boys too... who knows?

it had gone so well, it was going so well.

until they were getting ready for bed, and a thump came from the bathroom.

and then "uhhh. rob? could you... i need help." steve's voice floated through the door, it was hesitant. she put her hand on the handle, "wait!" he said, "uh. before you come in, i. well."

oh shit.

this was the part where he kicked her out, says he isn't comfortable with a lesbo in his bedroom, oh god, she was freaking out, she- "maybe it better if you just come in here..." steve voice cut through her panic. why did he sound nervous? he was the one kicking her out!

but she opened the door and there was steve sitting on the tile floor. "what?"

steve blanched, "i um. i need help standing. i..." he murmured something she didn't catch. "what? why do you need help standing up steve just get-" she paused the motion of bending down when she noticed it.

"where the fuck is your other leg?"

and steve just... breaks, he's laughing so hard that there are tears coming out of his eyes. "that was so much better than any other reaction i've gotten." he's still laughing, and he's clapping now. robins only a little embarrassed, and she thinks he looks like a seal.

"sorry, sorry. just- whew. that was great. i uh- i lost my leg when i was 10. tore it up in a car accident. so there it goes! no more leg. uh. can you help me stand up now?"

and she's still a little shocked. so she silently helps him to his bed, grabbing his prosthetic out of the bathroom where it had fallen and places it next to the bed wordlessly.

she sits on the edge of the bed.

"did i ruin it? is... am i too weird?"

and that breaks robin out of her thoughts, "what?! no way. sorry, sorry, i was just thinking. i never... pegged you as- well. you always just looked so. normal." she says nervously.

"well. yeah, uh. here comes another sad steve fact!" he sing songs before continuing, "my parents really wanted me to remain as normal as possible after the accident so it was a lot of physical therapy... and a lot of emotional therapy... and yeah! they couldn't have me losing a leg effect their whole 'perfect harringtons' image."

"oh. steve..."

"it's okay! really. because now i've got you, and dustin! and even like... mike. so. yeah."

"i mean. missing a leg is pretty cool."

"rob..."

"no really! it seems kinda like... spooky. but in a good way! imagine the pranks you could do!"

and what started out as a sad confessional, turned into an excited prank planning session.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #stobin friendship #stobin #stobin fic #steve harrington is disabled #disabled steve harrington #steve harrington has a prosthetic #amputee steve harrington #stranger things #stobin ficlet #steve harrington headcanons #stranger things ficlet #best friend robin #awesome robin buckley #stobin headcanons #steve harrington headcanon #steve harringtons parents #supportive robin buckley #autistic robin buckley #soft robin buckley

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Finally Found Home

Dante x reader, slight platonic Vergil x reader

Word Count: 1013

A/N: a lot of feels about my relationship with the only parent i have rn and it was crippling, so i'd hoped by writing this, i could… idk, get some of it out. also unedited, but i think i did okay. please enjoy! and be comforted if it is needed by you. <3

Warnings: use of the word 'fuck' once, 'damn' once, descriptions of panic attacks, crying, and then being comforted by Dante (and briefly by Vergil) bc i have a mighty need to be cradled right about now. dante also calls reader 'baby', 'darling', and 'sweetheart' requests are open, as well :D

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The shatter of glass made my arms raise up above my head in shock. Bracing for what I knew, logically, wouldn't come, I sigh shakily. I will my arms down. I look down, only to see the shattered remnants of one of Vergil's favourite teacups. Hot tears kiss my eyelashes, before falling, crashing down like a wave. I, like the teacup, shatter.

I collapse, just barely missing the shards in front of me, the hot tea soaking into the material of my pants. I've bruised my knees- I can tell by the way they ache and the loudness of my *thunk* as I hit the floor. Gentle hands go to grab at me to comfort me, but I flinch. Stupid, stupid- I'm muttering, aren't I? A voice trails in, strong arms scooping me up, a nose being buried into my hair. I just keep crying. I don't even know who's picked me up. Was I in trouble? Am I in trouble...? I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-

"You're not in trouble, jesus, I promise. I'm worried about you, that's all. You damn near cracked the floor when you fell." Dante's voice curls through my hateful thoughts right as he opens the door to his room with his boot. He refuses to let me go. He sets me gently on his bed. "Okay, baby, what's wrong? I've never seen you like this before. Tell me what's up, sweetheart, I'm worried like hell." His voice is nearly frantic and his brows are furrowed where he sits in front of me, hands holding mine comfortingly. I didn't know I had said any of my thoughts out loud. I try to croak out a response despite the lump in my throat.

It comes out hoarse. "I'm so sorry I broke it, Vergil's gonna hate me, it was one of his favourite sets, I'm so terrible, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to-" My voice spills like a pouring cup and Dante hushes me, drawing himself up just far enough to lean down and rest his forehead to mine. Warm. Dante was always so warm. He frees one hand to rub at my cheeks, only to feel my now-empty hand grasp frantically at his.

His hand links back into mine, tightening his fingers around my smaller ones. "Okay, okay, it's okay. Darling, he's not upset, he's not gonna hate you. In fact, he's worried sick about you. I asked if he'd clean up the accident, and then he could check on you. He wants to make sure you're okay, he really isn't worried about a silly teacup, even if it was one of his favourite sets. He's not upset and I'm not either. And we're sure as fuck not gonna hit you, okay?" He kisses my forehead gently, then he walks away momentarily, going to his bathroom.

He calls out. "Hey, sweetheart, could you take off your jeans for me? I've gotta make sure your knees are okay." I nod, despite him being unable to see me, and shuffle out of my tea-soaked pants. I would put them in the hamper in the corner, but I can hardly move my legs properly. He walks out and smiles softly, before kneeling before me again. A warm, damp washcloth drags against the skin of my knees and Dante's eyes darken when he sees the already-bruised flesh.

He cleans me gently, before putting antibiotic ointment on my knees and putting large bandaids over both. I sniffle and rub at my tired eyes. He looks up at me and then moves to put the washcloth back in the bathroom and tosses me pants into his hamper. Dante walks to his closet before pulling out one of his big sweaters- a green one, knitted and warm- and he walks back to me, slipping the garment over me. He kneels far enough to place kisses on my bandaged knees.

I tear up again, Dante's soft hands coming to wipe them away. He kisses my nose and picks me back up, lays on the bed, and cradles me in his arms as he covers us both up. "I don't know what's wrong, but I do know you and I know you don't like talking about your family much. Or your childhood. And that's okay. I will NEVER do what they might've done to you and I can promise Verge won't either. Nero for damn sure won't. We all care about you too much. So for now, you try to get some sleep and if you want me to, I can wake you once Vergil comes up. Sound good, sweetheart?" He says, tucking me into him and curling his thick comforter around me. I nod into his chest. His hand comes up to gently pull the sleeves of his sweater over my knuckles.

He smiled softly, before pressing a few sweet, worried kisses on my head. "Alright, I'll do that then. Just promise me you'll try to get a bit of sleep, yeah?" He continues, before pausing. He speaks up again. "I love you, sweetheart. Don't forget that. Now sleep, okay? Nero should be on his way home with stuff for dinner. I love you. So, so, so much." As he finishes, he presses more and more kisses into my hair and I sigh softly as I melt into him and his warmth. He was always so good to me.

As I drift off, I hear the door open and hear a muted conversation and soft voices I knew so well. They only serve to help me drift off farther.

I hear a few bits of the exchange as my mind finally begins to fade off fully and I smile softly as I feel Vergil's weight next to me on the bed. I feel his hand running gingerly through my hair.

"Are they alright, Dante?"

"I don't know. But they're always gonna be safe with us. And thanks for cleaning it."

"No trouble at all, brother. And yes, we will always keep them safe. They are our home."

"Yes they are, brother mine."

#Dante Sparda #Dante Sparda x reader #Dante x reader #DMC x reader #DMC #DMC 5 #Devil May Cry #DMC Vergil Sparda #DMC Dante #Vergil Sparda x reader #Platonic!Vergil x reader #comfort fic #DMC Dante x reader #DMC Vergil x reader #dohma.txt

[mywritingonlyfans]

ik i already sent in an ask but i got my period earlier today and i am in So Much Pain and on top of that i feel like i'm also getting sick and all i want is alex to rub my back and play with my hair while we watch netflix and eat tomato soup ☹️ imagine he's not that good at cooking but he wants to care for you and bc homemade is always better than store-bought, he does his best to make the soup himself and is overall very affectionate like forehead kisses, neck kisses, telling you how much he loves you, when you get up to get sth to drink he immediately rushes you to lay back down bc he knows you get dizzy on your period (or at least i do 💀) and gets it for you, and a hot water bottle as well... i'm sobbing

god the tomato soup is truly a thing, i can picture messy Alex calling his mom to get some info about how to get a great soup to cherish you because you need to 🥹

so, well, i'm in my period to and it's killing me and you're also putting me into writing mood with the asks so, i did a comfy something, hope you enjoy...

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You weren't used to this kind of behavior, in all demonstrations of affection honestly, towards you. However, you tried and Alex was understanding about it; that reason made you love him, and many other reasons, of course.

"I just need some pills and lie down, it's not the end of the world," you forced a smile, making Alex frown and scratch the spot knowing you were being stubborn in pretending to be okay.

"Okay, love," ignoring what was said by you, he held your waist forcing you, albeit gently, to the sofa. You were grateful in a way, your feet couldn't support you anymore, not even your uterus, much less your head and just starting to think about the nausea for having gone so long without taking the medicine in the hope that the pain wouldn't intensify made you want to vomit. "Just stay 'ere and I'll be back in a few." His hands groped your belly as you lay down, soon his lips touched your temple, forehead, nose and then lips. Even though your face lacked color, as well as your features were still pained, he was relieved to draw a light sigh from you.

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You were contorted in your own body wrapped in a measly coat that Alex had left on the coffee table, your social work pants were undone, as well as the few buttons of your shirt and your hand failed to remain still on your belly; you were a proper mess. Alex left the things he had collected around the house in order to help you on the table, and in a lack of words, with your serene eyes watching him, he helped you get rid of the clothes, carefully undressing you as if you were the most valuable thing in the world and through his touches you could feel that for him you truly were. He removed his sweatshirt, showing himself in a white t-shirt that left his arms beautifully exposed and helped you get you dressed in it. Soon, your body was invaded by his scent, comforting your being in his warmth and you almost believed you were healed.

"Why're ya lookin' at me like that?" His cheeks were flushed and he held back a goofy smile.

"Like what?" You asked, following his eyes that didn't leave you as much as he wanted to, amidst the blushing face to make sure you had really taken the medicine; it was a short time together, but enough for him to realize that that wasn't your cup. And yes, you knew what he was talking about.

"With that bright eyes of yours like you're studyin' me, darlin' " He took the glass of water from your hands, handing you a warm bag.

"Like I'm in love with ya, Al?" You wrinkled your nose in a weak smile, lying down again but now with the warmth in your belly making you close your eyes slightly. Alex then sat at your feet, smoothing your legs in his lap while looking at you all goofily. " 'Cause I am," you gasped, not expecting to feel his lips touching your thigh, which made you chuckle. It was delicious to see him with the corners of his eyes wrinkled and his serene face, as if that was a part of him that only you could access since in most of the band's photos he was nothing but serious. "I like to memorize your features so that when you're away I can revisit them in my head and play them on repeat." A comfortable silence settled between the two of you and it was always disconcerting to you how you managed to render someone like Alex Turner speechless.

"Thank you, Al. I appreciate how you take care of me."

"No need, it's not like an obligation. I need to see you well." He bit his lip, face lighting up to see that you were getting better from the pain.

He kept quiet, stroking your legs, not wanting to invade your space, as much as he wanted to, respecting that maybe you weren't in the mood for so much physical affection.

His brown curls were splayed across his forehead, his strong arms yet irresistibly inviting, and the touches on your thigh made you want him even closer.

"Al, I want you to cuddle me," he chuckled at your pout. His eyes were so lovely and calm before you, he held no doubt that he loved you just as much.

Without hesitation, he positioned himself beside you on the not-too-large sofa, taking the warm bag in his hand before snuggling you against him so he could slide it under the sweatshirt and soothe your pain. Your eyes closed, feeling even better trapped tightly in his arms, feeling his warm breath warm your neck after placing a few kisses there and being able to feel at home as he buried his nose into your skin. He soon wouldn't feel comfortable in that position, however, as long as you were comfortable and well, he didn't care.

"I love ya, babe," he declared squeezing you tighter.

"Good, 'cause I love you more," laughing, he soon contested.

" 'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible, little one." And you let him believe so.

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #al asks ❤️

[romana-after-dark]

Omg how do you think Joel would react to LO being on her period, do you think he/she’d enjoy some period sex

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Takes place in a nondescript point in The Wrong Way universe

CW: SMUT, period sex, blood and blood play... so much blood. so much. Just... every blood warnings lmfaooooooo so many bodily fluids in places they shouldn't be its disgusting but hey. here we are. No refractionary period bc I said so, time and science bend to my whim.

This is NOT necessary to the story at ALL so if messy messy bodily fluid talk grosses you out you can skip!!!

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"Fuck, little one, red is a good color on you" Joel mumbles as he kneels before you, fucking into your bleeding cunt. Joel had come home from 'business' as he called it, and he must've had a particularly bad day, because when you tell him you are on your period, expecting to suck him off as per the usual routine when you were bleeding, Joel instead went feral, tossing you on the bed and literally cutting you out of your clothes.

"J-Joel, the mess-" You tried to protest, but he was quick to shush you.

"I'll clean you up baby, I always do"

You were more concerned about the sheets and staining that shitty mattress that you have to sleep on and good, how humiliating it will be when Tommy changes the sheet, but Joel had already started fucking you.

You couldn't deny it, you wanted him, more than usual today. You always did on your period and were left frustrated after taking care of him with your mouth during the weeks you bled... you were happy to get some fucking relief.

Joel was so enthralled by the sight of blood on you, it made you nervous that maybe he liked it enough to draw it out of you. Would the knife that cut open your clothes, cut open your skin?

The slap of skin was obscenely wet, tiny splattering of blood flying away from each snap of his hips, the force of which caused the blood to mark up both of your centers in the fluids coming out of you.

"Fuuuuck!" Joel growls as he pulls out of you and for a moment you are disappointed; Joel never just left you wanting... did you do something wrong?

But sure enough, his fingers were inside you, fingering you hard with one hand as the other smeared blood all over you. "Come on my hand, little girl, I need it nice and wet, gonna paint you up, my pretty little picture." You gushed on him, so sensitive from your period and the way his hands moved over your swollen nipples, covering you in red.

"Mark me, Joel" Never mind the JM literally branded on you, but you begged for more "Cover me" You wanted him, you wanted his touch so bad you didn't care how it came.

As you ride out the waved, Joel did as he promised, painting you like a canvas in a medium of your own blood, sweat and arousal, the sticky solution littering your skin in filth and sex. His large hand pressed on your lower stomach, and you felt more blood come out in a disgusting spurt, oozing from you, but that's what he wanted.

Moving to your side and pumping his cock with lube of your blood, his right hand scooped out what he had drawn out of you, whiping it all over your face until his two middle finger were shoved in your mouth. You gag on the taste of iron on his fingers pumping in your mouth, but god, god you were so worked up you couldn't help it, you take a risk and slip a hand between your legs; you needed to cum again, you needed it.

To the sound of Joel fucking his fist and the soft slop of his fingers in your mouth, you cum as he does; and he cums hard. Legs, torso, face, all covered in his cum and your drying blood.

Joel sits back to look at his work, drying his hand in your hair only to cake onto the sweat that was already there, and you were certain you looked positively wrecked... but that's how you felt, that's what you wanted, this was what only Joel could give you, this connection, permission to be your most base self. You pull him to lay down and climb on top, his hardening cock about ready to go again, as were you. Your walls were to swollen from the brutal thrusts, but you wanted to paint him the way he painted you.

Heaving and dripping with precum, his cock rested against his stomach and with out putting him inside you, you rock your hips over him, feeling the fat tip between your folds. "fuck, Joel" You moan out loudly, feeling every vein on him and the ridge of the head as you touch yourself, every nerve on fire to the point where you were aware of nothing except the feeling of Joel: his firm chest, his soft stomach, the hair on his legs and the gruff sounds spilling out of him as he showered you in praise, sliding his hand underneath you.

"Soak me, little one, soak my hand" You didn't have much of a choice of when and how much your period blood came out, but it was enough to satisfy him as he planted a firm handprint around your neck, squeezing just enough to bring you pleasure, not pain. "Come again, pretty thing, make those gorgeous sounds"

You do as you're told, you always do as he tells you, painting him in blood and slick and salty sweat.

"Fucking perfect" He mumbles and you fall onto him, your own individual canvases meshing together a swirl of art that only you two can create as he kissed his praise into you.

He cleans on his face of anything that transferred from you to while when you kissed, and went out to heat up water for the bath. You didn't dare clean up, knowing Joel would want to admire his work before he took care of you, and you were right.

He stood above you, large and broad and imposing, his shirt barely buttoned as he watched you spread out before him. Despite the pain and the violations previously, you found yourself open and venerable to him. Why else would you lay there covered in several bodily fluids like Jack the Ripper’s whore while he looked at you like a bloody Caravaggio painting on display for his enjoyment.

You expected for him to clean you up a bit before he wrapped you up; he always did, he always touched you with care and tenderness on all the swollen and aching parts of you, but to your surprise, he simply wrapped you up.

"Joel, Joel the blood-" You express concern again, but this time because it's on your face. Who is out there to see? You can't go out there like this, not with cum in your hair and his hand print marred in blood around your neck. "No-" You whimper as he begins to carry you outside. You don't try to fight him, you know its useless, so you try to burry your face in his shoulder.

Joel yanks your head back. "Don't you dare" his voice was harsh before he sooths the pain by gentle patting down your hair. "Don't hide" it was gentle now…

The good news, only one person was in the living room as you were carried past to the bathroom, and it wasn't Tommy; you couldn't bare for Tommy to see you like this, such blatant evidence on how his brother broke you.

The bad news was it was Lorenzo. You expeced maybe to see envy in his face, jealously that Joel could so clearly do whatever he wanted to you, maybe that look in his eye that Nick always got...

But instead, it was clear disgust. Whether at you or at Joel, you didn't know... but you no longer felt like a painting on display, suddenly you felt like a broken down little freak show to be gawked at, rediculed and humiliated.

'Look at my little toy' Joel seemed to be saying as he paraded you past. 'You heard how loud she moaned for me, look what she lets me do, look how I've broken her in.'

And yet... his touch was ever gentle as he cleaned you, including your face; not a drop of water in your eyes, his hold was still tight and comforting as you rested against him in the tub, and his words were still full of praise.

Maybe you were his toy... but maybe you were his favorite toy... and favorite toys don't stay in pristine condition, they get played with...

Was it so wrong to be a doll getting played with, if at the end of the day you were still the one he picked up?

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don’t scoff at me

word count: 1.5k pairing: steve harrington/gn!reader summary: steve scoffs, and you don't appreciate it. a/n: reader is like kind of dramatic in this, fair warning. if there’s gendered language in this when referring to reader please let me know!! <33

Steve always let you or Robin pick the movies. He never had a vested interest in the actual movie, it was more about the three of you crowded onto the couch, flinging popcorn at each other and making jokes.

Tonight it was just you and Steve, however, after Robin rushed into Family Video, slapping her hands down on the counter to draw your attention. She had a date, and she was nearly pulling her hair out as she recounted the tale of spilled coffee, rushed apologies, offers to buy dinner as a consolation.

So it was you and Steve on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you two, in the space Robin usually occupied.

"Can't believe Robin got a date. Out of the three of us, she's the one with plans on a Friday night." Steve grabbed a handful of popcorn, bringing it to his mouth and sticking his tongue out, grabbing one piece at a time with the tip of his tongue like a frog.

You started throwing popcorn up in the air to catch, missing most of them, "You telling me you couldn't have rustled up a date for tonight if you tried?"

"I mean I could've, but I'm kinda over the whole hook up scene right now." He took a swig of his soda, cringing at the carbonation, "It's overwhelming after awhile."

"Sure, yeah, right. Totally get that." Your voice dry, you kept yourself focused on the popcorn in the air, no matter how many times it hit you in the nose or how jarring the scoff from Steve's mouth was.

He shoved the last few pieces of popcorn from his hand into his mouth and crossed his arms, slouching down on the couch.

You let the movie continue for several minutes—fidgeting in your seat, twiddling your thumbs, finishing off your can of soda—before speaking up again.

"Why did you scoff?"

Steve looked over at you, scratching the tip of his nose, eyebrows furrowing, "What?"

"Earlier, I agreed with you about hooking up and you like, scoffed at me."

"Oh, I dunno, instinct or something." He started sorting through the popcorn, picking out the kernels with the least grease.

"Hm." You leaned against the arm of the couch, setting your head in your hands.

He paused, looking up at you again, "Wait, are you mad about that?"

You rolled your eyes, "Well, ugh, I mean, do I not look like someone who can get a date?"

"No!"

You recoiled.

"I mean yes! You just don't—" He set the popcorn down on the floor, sliding into the middle cushion and turning to face you, one leg crossed over the other as his elbow rested atop the back cushion, "You don't hook up."

"I could hook up! I could hook up a lot, you don't know what I do. It's unfair of you to assume." You didn't know why this bothered you so much, why Steve seeing you as this sexless...thing was grating your brain so much.

He cocked his head at you, a smirk playing on his lips, "Seriously, c'mon."

You forced a frown, staring at him from under your brows, "Okay, yeah, fine, I don't hook up. Whatever." You pointed at him, "But I could if I wanted to!"

Steve raised his hands, "I'm not arguing that point!"

"Good." You flopped back against the couch.

"Good!" He followed suit, facing himself forward, his shoulder settling against yours.

The two of you sat there with your eyes on the screen for several more minutes, flickering glances every other minute. Neither of you moved, save for the anxious kick of Steve's ankle that kept stopping and starting and stopping and starting and stopping again every time he noticed you glancing at him.

"Wonder how Robin's date is going." He said, still looking forward.

"Yeah. Wonder if they're gonna hook up."

"Oh my god!" He turned towards you again, covering his face with his hands and pushing his hair up.

"You started it!" You matched his posture, pulling a leg up underneath you.

"I just scoffed! On accident! I didn't mean anything by it!"

"Oh come on, Steve. You scoffed at literally the idea of me hooking up with someone. That's so rude!” 

“No! I scoffed at the idea of someone hooking up with you!” 

You knitted your brows together, eyes flicking around trying to make sense of what that could even mean, “What’s the difference!” 

“Because you shouldn’t be hooking up with just any rando on the street!” He stood up, situating a hand on his hip and gesturing with the other, “You should be hooking up with someone who cares about you! A lot of guys, a—and probably girls, would take advantage of you!” 

You glared up at him, “Isn’t that the point of a hookup?! You do it all the time!” You put on your best Steve voice, “Pinocchio knew life was better without strings, and so do I.’ You literally say that every other Friday.” 

“Well now I want the strings! And you should too!” 

He pointed at you, and you stood up to match him, frustration bubbling in your chest, “Well maybe I don’t want them! Maybe I just want to feel attractive and desirable.”

Steve rubbed a hand over his forehead as you spoke. 

"And it feels like shit that my best friend would scoff at even the notion that I could have that! Or—or that I would want that!” 

“Because you already have it with me!” He threw his arms up, freezing when he realized what he said, crossing his arms again, his gaze falling down as he muttered, “Y’know if you...if you want it.” 

You stood just as frozen in place as he was, mouth hanging open, dumbfounded by the confession. But a confession of what? 

Feelings? Attraction? Did Steve want you the same way he wanted other people, or was he serious about the strings? 

“What?” You asked, expression still stuck in anger. 

He looked at you, his mouth changing shape as he started and abandoned several thoughts before finally settling on, “Nothing!” He pulled a hand away from his chest, letting it fall down against his thigh with a slap, “I’m sorry for scoffing.” 

“I don’t forgive you.” You put your hands on your hips, “Not until you tell me what you mean.” 

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing before he spoke. 

“This would be so easy if we weren’t friends. Usually I just see a girl and all I have to do is comb my fingers through my hair or show her the romcom section and boom, date. But it just got...old. Go on a few dates, hook up, go on a few more dates, hook up more—”

He stopped himself when he noticed you squinting your eyes, head cocking as you watched him start talking in circles. 

“My point is, they were all great girls. Nice girls, should’ve felt something for at least one of them.” He raised his shoulders, lips forming a thin line, “But I didn’t.” 

Steve smiled to himself, eyes on the floor, “And then a couple months ago, we were—” He let out an exhale from his nose, “We were in the drive-thru and you leaned fully over me to order your food, like it was nothing. And then you um, you looked back and smiled at me and that...feeling, I think it was what I thought I would feel with someone else.” 

“But you felt it with me.” 

“I felt it with you.” He nodded, taking a step towards you, “I still feel it with you.”

You looked up at him as he drew in closer, swallowing hard, “Even though you scoffed.” 

Steve brushed a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes, “Yes, because—and this is totally selfish—I don’t like the idea of you hooking up with other people. I’m not saying you should hook up with me, but...I wouldn’t be against it.” 

Laughing, you pushed his shoulder, starting to feel stupid for making such a big fuss over a scoff. 

“You gotta admit,” He said, “If I never scoffed, and if you weren’t such a drama queen, I probably also wouldn’t have told you how I felt. And then you wouldn’t have told me how you felt. Which you still haven’t done by the way.” He leaned over and nudged you with his elbow, “Wink wink.” 

You shook your head, heat flushing your cheeks, your gaze turned downward, “I think you’re obnoxious.” Looking up at him, you caught the sparkle in his eye as he waited for you to continue, “But I could feel the same way about you. If you’re a good enough kisser.” 

Steve’s jaw dropped, but he quickly replaced the offense with a smug smile, “Okay well, in that case. Permission to lean in?” 

Wrapping a hand in his sweatshirt, you pulled him down to your lips, your other hand sliding into the back of his hair. You understood now more than ever why Steve was known for his hair, the strands knotting around your fingers, like vines on an old house. His lips were soft as he kissed you, palms resting against your cheeks. 

You pulled back and grabbed his wrists, keeping his hands on you, your noses grazing together as you both smiled. 

“Permission granted.” 

He scoffed and kissed you on the nose. 

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I am by no means a writer so sorry if this is bad/cringe/ooc/ the povs are all over the place but I'd thought it be fun to write some qsmp members(tubbo and phil) meeting my qsmpsona/oc when he first arrived on the island. This is set around a few weeks/a month after the frozen islanders thawed out

I might draw them or post some info/headcannons about them later bc my brain is obsessed atm.

If anyone can guess what Del is then you get a crêpe.

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Tubbo was busying himself, working on his latest machine in the tubchunk. It was a suprisingly enjoyable moring in the spring season, not too warm and a little mist still hung over from the early morning. It was supposed to be a super smelter, but he was having complications with the conveyor belts at the moment. He hears a familiar, 'hey mate' behind him from the entrance. Phil could've been standing there for who knows how long and Tubbo would've had no clue unless he had something.

"Oh heyy Phil. How are youu." Tubbo calls out. Despite his cheerful greeting, its obvious that he was clearly frustrated for reasons Phil can only assume and needed to take a break. Tubbo doesn't take 'breaks.' Not even if Phil dragged him away from his precious machinery, which he has tried. Multiple times. Tubbo would always end up right back at his factory.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Phil chuckles. "I was just stopping by to see if you wanted to meet the new islander?"

Tubbo gasps dramatically from somewhere, hidden from his machines. Screw his machines, they can wait. A moment later Phil can hear a faint, 'ow fuck' as Tubbo comes out under the conveyor belts, rubbing his head.

"What do you mean new islander? Did you meet them? Are they nice? Where'd they come from? What's their name?" Tubbo shoots out questions as always before Phil can open his mouth.

"I was just about to tell you." Phil sighs, but doesn't chide. It's Tubbo. "I only met them for a few moments, but they seem nice enough. Just really nervous, which is to be expected I guess." Tubbo can recall his first day on the island and it was anything but underwhelming, that's for sure.

"Their communicater name is 'Delune', but they mentioned something about wanting to be called Del. They don't know how they ended up here but seem really panicked about it. They mumbled something that sounded like 'I'm not supposed to be able to forget." Phil shrugs his shoulders, as if that's just a normal thing everyone goes through when they first end up in the island. He has a air of wariness around him, like he's unsure what to think of the new islander. And when Phil's unsure, that means there's something amiss.

The trip to spawn was a quick one, with the whooshing sound and the sight of purple surrounding the both of them. The magic crystals really were convenient. Who gives a shit about walking.

Phil stops for a moment, looking around for the newest member. "Just be careful Toby, we don't want to-" But before Phil could even finish his sentence, in the span of a couple moments, Tubbo had already spotted Del, standing alone uneasily, looking around the spawn area and had already began to rush over there as what could only be described as excitement. "For fucks sake." Phil muttered, even though Tubbo was already gone from earshot.

His mind told him to run away, move from the fast approaching person, but his body refused. His legs firmly stood on the grass. Del didn't have to see them to hear someone was coming. The grass was a vibrant green, catching his attention. It must be really well kept. In fact most of this area seems really nice. Too nice. Uncannily nice. His thoughts were rudely interrupted by the same teenager almost sprinting torwards him at an alarming rate and before he could shy away, the out of breath teenager spoke a little too loudly for Del's taste. "How....how old are you?" It takes a few awkward moments as the teenager catches his breath. "Man I really need to run more." Tubbo did not run more. The teenager's eyes directed at the ground before his attention is caught back by Del. "How old are you?" He repeated with such intensity, as if this were life or death.

A few thoughts were running through Del's head, most of them consisting of variations of, 'I don't like you' and 'loud'. The most prominent one of all was the nagging feeling that the bird man had come back to his dismay. His attention was immediately shifted to the older man and his body tensed up as if he were expecting a fight, not outwardly hostile but definitely alarmed. A fight for what, his spot of grass that he hasn't moved from his he got here? Del didn't know, but he felt like he had to defend his space. The older bird man unsurprisingly caught this, but gave away nothing as he stayed silent.

Del let the air become awkward as he ignored the teenager who was still right at the edge of his nonexistent seat, waiting for his answer. Like it was the answer to the universe. It might've been.

"I understand this is scary and unfamiliar-" Phil began to speak gently with a hint of confidence, trying to get the stranger to be less tense. "-but I'm not going to hurt you. I have no reason to do that." Del narrowed his eyes with suspicion, not whole heartedly believing the man. Maybe if someone else claimed that, he might've been convinced. It felt as if he were telling the truth to everyone but him. The teenager, noting the tension, started speaking rapidly again.

"Oh yeah, he's chill. This is Phil-" Anything past that, Del tuned out, not particularly caring for it. Phil noted it, but did not speak on it. The teenager did not, and went on for a while rambling. It was almost impressive how much he could talk without getting tired, before Tubbo remembered why he came over in the first place. He opened his mouth to ask the question again on the basis that maybe the new member didn't hear him. "Eighteen." Del answered bluntly.

There's a light breeze that still manages to chill Del slightly as there's an uncomfortable air while it's silent. Del turns to look at the teenager who's expression, one of pure joy. "I'm not the youngest on the island anymore! Screw all of you guys." Tubbo shouted loudly, Del winced. There was no one else there but Phil and him so he didn't know who 'you guys' referred to. The teenager seemed a bit too happy at this revelation, which Del found strange.

Tubbo takes a step forward torwards Del with no hesitation at at all. Del doesn't move, but doesn't particularly seem happy about it. What happened to personal space? Phil follows suit, albeit in a much more cautious manner than Tubbo. Del takes a step back, keeping the same distance between him and Phil, his careful stare not wavering.

"Damn Phil, he hates your ass. Maybe he has ornithophobia." Tubbo jokes but it falls flat. Sometimes he says things and he doesn't know why, feeling like he shouldn't know what that is. Phil did not respond, immediately picking up on a strange sound, his ears trying to pinpoint the location of it. Buzzing? No but similar but much quieter. Sounds close though. He glanced at Tubbo and Del, but neither of them seemed to pick up on his confusion by the strange sound. Or they just simply didn't care. Phil looks around, the confusion still evident on his face. "What the fuck is that noise?" Phil curses to himself quietly, still observing spawn sharply for anything out of the ordinary. Maybe it was some Federation bullshit to drive him insane. Phil wouldn't be suprised if that were the case but his mood definitely soured at the thought of it.

Tubbo has now picked up that Phil is most definitely searching for something, but doesn't know what. He turns back to Del with a shrug. "Don't worry about him, he gets sporadically senile at times. Phil's practically half way through deaths door." That garnered a punch in the arm from Phil. "Ow my feelings." Tubbo complained as he rubbed his arm. It didn't really hurt that badly.

Del looks at Tubbo for a moment blankly, then glances over to Phil, although not meeting the older man's eyes. He's completely still for a moment, hesitating before putting on a pair of headphones. With no confidence and unsure of where he was headed in unfamiliar territory, they started walking away without saying a word. The strange noise stopped.

"Do you think I scared him off?" Tubbo turns to Phil, a little confused. "Knowing you, probably." Tubbo narrows his eyes pointedly, before laughing. "Fuck off."

"There's definitely something about him. It's one thing to be nervous but it's almost like-" Phil is hesitant to finish his sentence. "Like he isn't used to being around around people." Thats not what he wanted to say but he couldn't just air out his suspicions. Or, at least not with Toby around at the moment. Tubbo chimes in with his own thoughts. "Maybe he was abandoned at birth. Raised by wolves." Phil shot him a judgmental look, raised eyebrow and all. Tubbo was used to it at this point. "That's silly."

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#5

"Can I be honest for a second?" Magnus asked, which was always a good way to start a conversation. Lucretia paused, her hand stalling over the drawing she had been doing of him. Magnus was sitting cross-legged on her bed, trying to figure out the Fantasy Rubik's Cube that Taako had given him earlier. Lucretia had no plans of telling him it was enchanted to never be able to solve.

"If you want to be?" Lucretia said.

"I'm..." Magnus glanced over his shoulder as if someone would be listening in on them. Lucretia was pretty sure that if anyone wanted to do that, they would have given up fifteen minutes ago when Magnus started yelling at the Rubik's Cube. "I lied. On my application."

Not so subtly, Lucretia opened to a new page in her journal.

"Oh?" she said.

"Not like, a big lie," Magnus said. "In fact, it probably doesn't even matter anymore, because technically it's not a lie anymore. But I feel bad about it. And I figured that no one can really kick me off the ship anymore, with the resets and everything, so!"

"You've intrigued me," Lucretia said. "Go on."

"I'm not actually twenty-two," Magnus said. "Or, I wasn't. I'm twenty-one."

"I already knew that," Lucretia said, slightly disappointed. She was hoping for something like "I killed Greg Grimaldis before Lup got the chance to" or "last cycle when I said I didn't steal your hair conditioner, I actually did, I'm so sorry, I'll buy you some more" or even something like "It's actually me that's been eating all the dirt from Merle's greenhouse, I'm just letting Merle take the blame."

Maybe the lack of drama is something she should be thankful for what with the yearly apocalypse.

"What!?" Magnus said, dropping the Rubik's Cube. "How??"

"Davenport had me do background checks on everyone before we left," Lucretia said. "You lying about your age is not the worst thing I found on you, Magnus."

"Well now I wanna know what was the worst thing you found," Magnus said, leaning forward.

"You got kicked out of your middle school football team because you punched your teammate. That also got you suspended."

"Darwin deserved it and I stand by that," Magnus said, lifting his nose into his air. Lucretia chuckled. "What else you got? Anyone else get suspended? Ooh, ooh! How old are Taako and Lup actually? Because they said they were four-twenty but I think they're just fucking with me."

"I can't disclose that information," Lucretia said. Magnus groaned, rolling his eyes. "But one time Barry got detention for throwing a pickle in someone's face and hitting them in the eye."

"Oh hell yes," Magnus said. "Give me more."

"Merle's got a criminal credit on the account that he has repeatedly tried to steal various plants from different areas, including the IPRE's director's office."

"Sounds about right!"

"Taako was one admitted to a hospital for severe burns on the same day Lup conveniently nearly got arrested for setting a store on fire," Lucretia said, getting into it now. "Davenport's got six older siblings and four younger ones. Merle got caught eating mulch from Fantasy Home Depot's garden department. I'm actually nineteen. Barry is banned from a Fantasy Party City in a town called Redwater because-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Magnus said. "Repeat that again."

"Barry got banned from-"

"No, the one before that," Magnus said. "You're nineteen?"

"You just told me you lied about your age too!" Lucretia said. "If anything, I was just following your lead."

"I added six months to my age!" Magnus said. "Not- not-"

"Four years," Lucretia said before she could stop herself. Damn. She needed to stop talking.

"How the hell did I think you were twenty-three," Magnus said, staring at her. "You look so young!"

"You told me literally yesterday I looked like I could be thirty," Lucretia said drily.

"That was a joke," Magnus dismissed. "Luce. Lucretia. Oh my gods."

"Magnus, please-"

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#4

"Dude, your top surgery is choice," Carey says the moment Magnus's shirt is over his head and off. He preens a little because he deserved to. And because it was choice. He's very happy with the results. But then Carey adds, "Who'd you get it done by?"

"Oh! Uh," and here's where the problem lies. "I... don't remember."

"You don't remember," Carey repeats, sounding a little disbelieving. Killian looks over to them now and squints at Magnus's chest.

"Uhhh," Magnus says. "Nope."

"Did you get like, black market top surgery, or?"

"I... don't think so," Magnus says.

"Magnus," Killian says, "if you hadn't left your packer in the middle of our goddamn bathroom-" Magnus grins a little sheepishly and Carey laughs. "-I would literally not know you were trans. I don't even see any scars."

"It's been a while since I got it done," Magnus says.

"Which was when?" Carey prompts. At Magnus's face, she throws her hands up. "You don't remember!"

"It was a while ago!" Magnus says. "I was like- I don't know, twenty-one? Ish? Twenty-two?"

"Magnus," Carey says. She puts her foam sparring halberd down and comes over to him. "Magnus, did you just wake up one morning with them gone? This-" she looks on the verge of laughter. "This is serious."

"If I tell you the truth, you're gonna laugh," Magnus says.

"Magnus," Carey says, laughing anyway. "How do you forget a whole fucking surgery?"

"It wasn't a surgery, it was a spell," Magnus says, because he knows that much.

"Pretty sure that's not a thing," Killian says.

"Why else do they call it transmutation, then, huh?" Carey buries her head into Magnus's side, snorting with laughter. "Look, I know it was a spell. I know it. Do I know who did it? N-"

"Was it Taako?" Carey interrupts, full of giggles. Magnus pauses.

...Was it Taako?

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I met Taako like, last year. I'm pretty sure I would remember if he did my top surgery. Top spellery? Is that anything?"

"It's nothing," Carey says. "I'm-" she wipes her eye, clearing her throat. "Maybe it's like, a voidfish thing. Like, maybe the Director fucked up-"

"And specifically erased Magnus's top surgery?" Killian asks doubtfully.

"It's a big fish," Carey says, which just seems to make Killian more confused, but Magnus nods in understanding.

"It's a big fish, Killian," he says.

"Are we gonna fucking spar or not?" Killian asks. "I came here to beat ass not uncover Magnus's whole backstory."

"My backstory is actually pretty simple," Magnus says and Carey groans, retracting herself from him. "I was born in Raven's Roost on a swelteringly hot day-"

Killian hits him over the head with her foam halberd.

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#3

When Barry is twenty-two, he picks up a heart-shaped locket in a thrift store and decides to buy it for his mom. The only issue is that he can't see the get the damn thing open. He tries, quite literally, everything he can think of. He tries messing with the catch, tries soaking it in hot water to get it easier to open, tries getting a pair of tweezers between the front and back, but it won't budge. For all intents and purposes, the locket is stuck shut and will remain so.

Barry... doesn't give it to his mom. It would feel kind of disingenuous if he can't even put a picture inside it. But he doesn't take it back either. He meant to, for sure, but instead, it sits in the second cup holder of his car for years until he finally has someone riding with him and they try to put their cup down. Then, it stays in his pocket.

Barry is fifty-two and the locket is now a keepsake, a good luck charm, a fidget toy, whatever he needs. He wears it around his neck unless he's in the lab, then he puts it in his pocket. Years ago, when his mom had died, he had held onto it until he couldn't feel his hands anymore and it had left a heart-shaped imprint on his skin. It means something now, even if he can't open it.

He doesn't want to open it anymore. At least, he didn't think he did.

Barry is fifty-two and a half when he's sitting on the steps leading up to the lab, head in his hands. His car had broken down on the way over here and he really didn't have the means to fix it anymore, which meant he was either going to have to ride the bus (a bad idea, seeing as the nearest bus stop was two and a half miles away and Barry's body already had aches and pains) or find someone to carpool with.

Barry is fifty-two and a half when someone comes to sit next to him on the steps.

"Hey," she says. Barry looks up and is confronted with perhaps the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. "I like your locket."

"Oh, uhm, this?" Barry holds the locket up by the chain. He had been messing with it because that's what he does when he's nervous now. "Thanks, but it's not much."

"Where'd you get it?" she asks. The locket glints a little in the morning light.

"A thrift store that, heh, that they tore down years ago. Sorry to disappoint."

"It's cool," she says. "Does it have a picture inside of it?"

"Maybe?" Barry says, scratching the back of his head. "I don't really know, I've never been able to open it."

"Want me to take a stab at it?" she asks. Barry would usually say no here. After the first dozen people had asked him that, he started to get a little worn out of the question. Really, he has no reason to trust that this woman would be any different. Or that she wouldn't just run off with it. But...

"Sure," he says, handing it to her.

Barry is fifty-two and a half when the woman takes the locket from him and rubs her thumb over the top of it gently. There's a very, very small click! and she pops it open.

"How- how in the world did you do that?" Barry asks, amazed. The woman presses her thumb to the picture inside, smiling affectionately. When she passes it back over to him, she says,

"It used to belong to my husband."

The picture inside is definitely her, at least on one side of the locket. On the other side, there's room for a second photo. It's in black and white, but the faces that look up at him are very familiar. The woman, on the left, with her hair pinned back. She has her arm around a man and they're both smiling like there was no one in the world they could love more than each other.

But Barry's hands are shaking. Because the man next to the woman isn't just anybody.

It's him.

"I think we have a lot of catching up to do," the woman says.

"Who are you?" Barry breathes, clutching the locket to his chest.

"Lup," she says with a smile that sends Barry's heart over the moon, even if his head has no idea what's happening. She offers her hand and Barry takes it, breathless. "I was beginning to think I missed you this time around, babe."

1,824 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

#2

i fucking love merle. he's old. he incorrectly uses slang terms. he's my grandpa. he's the most annoying person I know. he can say the dirtiest thing imaginable and not understand why you reacted so horribly. he flirts with plants. he befriended the man behind the apocalypse. he's got two kids and he doesn't know how old they are. he fucked an onion. he chooses joy.

2,248 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

anyone wanna hear my theory on who's the older twin between taako and lup

2,530 notes - Posted February 26, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #long post #fr sldkfjsdf #i am speaking #:D!!!!

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4 7 12 30 <333

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

fuck obito man i’m killing him with my mind can you tell can you see him exploding i hate him i hate him i hate him his face shape always changes and i want to draw him with the square-er face shape bc it’s so fitting but he fucking looks like handsome shrek every fucking time and i can’t take it i’m kicking him bullying him hitting him

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

dude pottery. i fucking loooooove sculpting and stuff but i haven’t worked with it since like…8th grade and i miss it so much :( it’s so fun and messy and i love all the tools u can work with and all the things u can make and stuff

12. Easiest part of body to draw

eeeeeh hands or face probably? i kind of suck ass at everything else and hate drawing it DJSKAKDJKADJ legs especially can go. die. i wish we evolved differently i hate drawing legs

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

how dare you make me look back at my art 💀💀 too bad i won’t bc all of them. i deserve more attention actually. everything i make is underrated i’m extremely under-appreciated by the general population. xoxo

https://kirpyee.tumblr.com/post/681374621857202176/oh-ya-did-this-today-also

ask game! please send asks am bored

#kirpy answers #idk i rlly couldn’t pick an underrated piece go look for urself if you’re interested #i don’t really think any of my older art is super worthy of liek. more notes yk #not in a self deprecating way just in that like. i never did full pieces and the ones that are full pieces have a ton of notes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #i’m grateful for the notes i get and it’s usually pretty proportionate to the piece

[brick-a-doodle-do]

I was so spazzed that you liked that drawing

I know the struggles of getting a perfect sized pfp, it's painful, so ofc I did something to assist you

Writing...I have maybe 50 different stories and only one of them is g/t but I didn't get further than two pages, maybe 2000ish words, because I suddenly hated it and felt like I wasn't doing it right because it was the first time I'd done a g/t story and couldn't decide who's perspective I'd write it from and switching was anything but smooth

And as for the animals, the cat I just described, his name is BZ Boy and he is like 6lbs, super tiny cat but his claws, eyes, and teeth are bigger. He's a runt so the sizes don't match correctly but he's the sweetest cat I've ever seen...it really would make an awesome g/t story that I want to write but probably won't bc I hated my g/t writing

Oh! I also have a two legged cat, with only her front legs that picks herself up and walks, her butt just kinda held up...and she's very buff because of it, bossing the other cats around, very nice, her name is Nova (fun story behind her name btw)

:DD,, i'm moving some things around online tryna up my game, the new pfp was a good touch! :]

god yes, ty for that—

fifty stories? and i only have one of them?... *squinty eyes*

oooh a g/t story!! tell me abt that one, maybe i can help revive it :0 /nf/nf

ehh it doesn't have to be smooth! it's a first draft (i'm assuming) so there's a lot of time to play around with it and switch perspective. you could always do one story from the pov of the giant, and then post that same story but from the tiny's perspective! and have you seen wilbur chocolate? i switch perspective about six times in both fics dscgsfj

and you've seen how supportive this community is, we'd all love to see some new content! :D

ahhh tiny cat!! that is so cute- only 6lbs 💕☹️

that- i am in love with that cat even without seeing him

yes it would make a cute story! if you end up writing it SHARE IT!

HHHHH INAME TWINS WITH A CAT AMAZING !!!! and oh my god that must be a strong cat--- have you considered like one of those lil cat wheelchair things? those are a thing right?

ooh fun story? do tell !

#brickquiries #3d brickling #3d my beloved 🤗

[fumikomiyasaki]

"I want a baby" with

Hands on hips looking at the list

Melnoko

Parcarol

OctaviNera

Ah yes. And Tara and Leroy bc she WILL ask for a baby

I want a baby ask

(me not finding a Tenera banner so I made a new one)

Mellow was mainly in the little art Atelier he built as him and Inoko started living together... however as she tackled him as usual he got a shock.

"Mel... I want to have a kid."

"H-huh?!" She had him pinned to the ground as his face became a tomato... "Y-You mean..."

"Yes I mean making one.... come on, I heard your monster form should be even more useful to for that to transform..."

"This overwhelms m-me."

Although he was taller and more clamer than before this caught him way off guard, but Inoko didn't take a no and dragged him off to the bedroom from his drawing table... in hopes to persuade him.

She just came home from work as she noticed Parker sitting on the table working on the next thing... she went over to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you... work was pretty long today."

He lifted his head lightly looking at her.

"Hey Carol , have you maybe thought about having children?"

She looked at him turning red...

"I was... I just didn't want to pressure you with it."

He got up from his seat and took her face to kiss her...

"I figured it from the talks you had with Satin.... I would be up to try it for you If you wanted to."

Her face lit Up imidiatly in a soft smile at him...

"You always care so much for me... it makes me so glad I stayed... I love you so much."

He took her Hand and led her to their room.

"I did promise when I married you to make you happy... and I will."

It was a relief that Tenera after graduation healed well and didn't need her wheelchair anymore... her legs were still lightly weak but it was better... octavius and her settled for a comfy home. As she came back from Tennis training, she swiftly got picked up by her husband with a smile.

"Tenny, you're back."

She nuzzled her nose with his...

"Its always good to see you on good spirits. "

"I do have something I want to ask you dear."

She wanted to get to make meal for them bit then stopped as he said this.

"What is it?"

"Dear have you thought about having a baby?"

Tenera was surprisingly calm.

"When I was still in that wheelchair not... but now I could imagine it..."

"You can still think about it but I wanted to know in general how you stand to it."

She stopped getting out supplies and hugged them.

"With you I would love to raise a child but I want to make it your decision cause I stand pretty neutral to it..."

He smiled at her... "Then let's just see how it goes and maybe we will get there eventually... I am just glad to know you would be fine with it. "

Leroy was just enjoying his nightly tea before work as Tara came in.

"Hey Lee... I want to have a child with you."

He spit the tea out by her sudden direct demand out of knowhere..

"Where did this came from?"

"We have been together for a while and you idiot haven't even thought about it?"

"N-no I did just... I didn't expect it to come from you quicker..."

"Tell me already.... can you do that for me?"

Her face was annoyed but red at the same time... as he looked at her trying to reach hai hand up to her face.

"Of course I will... just.. I did hear my minster form might be more useful for that... if that is alright to you."

"Just stop being a coward and come with me now, you idiot. "

"Alright, alright..."

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland fanschool #carol ann #carol x parker #mellow mildew #mellow x inoko #leroy violet #leroy x tara #tenera brawzer #tenera x octavius

[miyacreampie]

Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡

“Senpai~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.

note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.

Requested by anon ♡

Male pronouns used

Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.

(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.

In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.

To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.

🌇🌇

Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.

“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”

“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”

Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”

“No. No it's not.”

🏙️🏙️

Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.

“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”

“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”

The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.

When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.

“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”

(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”

“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.

“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.

🏙️🏙️

Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.

(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”

***

As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.

Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.

“Something wrong?”

“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.

A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.

Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”

Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.

Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.

Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.

Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)

A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.

They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.

“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.

Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.

(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.

‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.

🏙️

‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’

“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”

“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”

Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.

Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.

He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.

“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.

Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.

Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)

“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.

The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.

“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”

He only got a choked whine in response.

“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”

Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”

“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.

“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”

Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)

The class session is now over!~♡

#tanaka x reader #tanaka x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #anime x male reader #m!reader #x male reader #top male reader #seme male reader #ryuunosuke x reader