#couldn't find this draft for the past...2 weeks or so. ...so here you go

[sindella96]

Zatanna and John Constantine with swords.

*clears throat*

I guess we can all agree that Zee is better at using her sword than John.

#zatanna #magicblazer #constantine #hellblazer #johnzee #knight terrors #couldn't find this draft for the past...2 weeks or so. ...so here you go

[barcalover86]

Hai lovely! Please don’t ever apologise for taking more time to write requests!! Every piece of writing is exceptional and I can’t wait to read more!! 🫶🏻

The end of all - Pablo Gavi (headcanon)

| I kept this in my drafts and I want to thank you so much for your nice comment! This one is for you anon! Enjoy ♡

I am sitting now next to his tired body. I always found him so beautiful when he was sleeping.

In order to smile at the boy, I turn around, now my back facing him. It's 2 in the morning and my mind can't let me sleep, like the last few months. A sob escapes my mouth, hoping it wasn't too loud to wake up the one that was sleeping besides me.

'Last day of suffering, y/n' I was consequently repeating myself. 'Last night'.

All night I couldn't sleep and I was the only one to blame here. I had to do this weeks before.

Looking next to me, I see no one, as usual. Gavi went to training earlier again. I sighed, waking up from the bed to prepare some food for him when he will come back.

After hours, the footballer finally arrived home, now late than ever. I smile softly at him while he returns it.

"Hola" he said first, while giving me a short hug. "Wanna eat with me?"

"We need to have a talk, Pablo."

He looked confused, trying to remember if he had done something wrong. Which in a way, he didn't.

When he gave me those eyes, I wanted to hold him like nothing mattered. I was blaming myself for not doing that years ago.

"Are you ok?"

"Pablo, I love you." I said, but before he could reply with the same thing, I shouted him up. "No. No, Pablo."

He left the food from the table and came closer to me.

"What's wrong?"

"I would have done everything for you to keep loving me. I know you fell out of it for months."

Now, he wasn't saying anything anymore, looking down.

"I really wanted to be your special one, Pablo. I thought you were the special one for me and I'm so sorry that you couldn't find the strong to tell me that. It means that you are afraid of my reaction, and I get that. But, living this past months.. alone.. trying to make this relationship work. I can't do that alone. First I thought I could get you back to me, but then-"

"Y/n-"

"I'm not mad at you."

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "If I could choose to love someone, it would be you. I don't know why I can't anymore-"

"And that's ok" I said, putting my hands on his cheeks, smiling softly.

I knew from the beginning that Gavi was a boy with a big heart. I couldn't be mad at someone who took care of me when I was sick. Who slept beside me when I was crying or scared. I knew he wanted to love me.

"But I respect you and want to find your true love."

"That's why I didn't tell you." he cried. "I want you to be the one"

I sighed. I wanted him to be the one too. I didn't say that though, I just went to him and hugged him. His arms immediately covered my waist.

"Thank you for everything." I lastly said.

He kissed my cheek.

"I'm sorry."

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After days, Gavi talked to the club, telling them to film him as little as possible, not wanting to be in the spot right now.

He would sleep a lot, thinking about what he did wrong.

He would keep the food you made for days until he was screamed at to throw it.

He would look at your photos while crying.

He would want to text you, but he knew it was a wrong decision.

Even if his love for you was over, it felt like something inside of him died. He felt like it was all his fault for letting you go.

He would eat less and perform a bit different. Not concentrating enough.

If someone asked about you, he would remain silent.

He would find a way to see you, missing you badly.

It would be a long time until he would find another girl, but he would still think about you from time to time.

This one is kinda weird gg

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[crispy-art-on-fire]

Monster of the Week monsters from the accidental campaign I have going on. It started as a one-shot because an acquaintance's friend wanted to play something that wasn't DnD, then the players liked it and now its like a weekly thing with a 2 week break after an mystery ends. The types written down is their monster/minion motivation which if you play MotW you will know.

Under cut is the stats/basic idea if you too want to run these fella.

Mystery 1

Basic mystery idea: People have been disappearing in a small village near a forest and then returning some time later with no memory of what happened. The latest disappearance however has signs of a struggle along with mold covering the walls.

Herald, monster. A lanky humanoid with long clawed hands and an non-human face. Spreads red mold where it goes.

Motivation: Destroyer - To bring an end to the world. Exiled from its world forever yearning to go home.

Harm capacity 12. Weakness: Fire and salt, cannot die without either being used. Weapons: Claws, 3 harm, close. Acid spit, 2 harm, far, corrosive. Move: Create mold portals - by spreading its mold it can go from one place to another connected by the Ritual site, players can also go through them. It can also close these portals at will, feel free to do so as a consequence for a roll.

Glass doll, minion.

Motivation: Scout - To bring information to the monster. Looks like and pretends to be the kidnapped victims.

Harm capacity 5. Weapon: Knife, 2 harm, close. Move: Shatter - When its hurt or killed roll +Tough to avoid the shards. 7-9 take 1 harm. 6- take 2 harm.

Notes: This was the first mystery I created and so I have changed some things here from how it originally was in order to give you like a draft 2 instead of a draft 1. Like originally the monster had a harm capacity of 7 with no armor??? Which if you don't know it kind of just needs to be fought twice with a gun to have 1 harm left.

Mystery 2

Basic mystery idea: Pets and small animals have been getting killed near nightclubs, drained of all their blood. A chupacabra mother and its pups have set up residence in the sewers of the city and at night the mother goes out to hunt and try to bring back food for her young.

Chupacabra Mother, monster. Appearance alike a hairless dog however with scales and reptile eyes along with long fangs.

Motivation: Breeder - To bring forth evil. Fights to protect and feed her young.

Harm capacity 12. Armor 1 - tough scales. Weakness: Sunlight (debatable, I couldn't find much consensus about it so feel free to change this). Weapons: Bite, harm 3, intimate. Blood drain, harm 1, intimate, heals.

Chupacabra Pups, minions. Three pups barely past weening age.

Motivation: Plague - To swarm and destroy. Hungry puppies who goes to hunt if the mother doesn't return to the nest.

Harm capacity 5 for each pup. Weapon: Bite, 1 harm, intimate. Blood drain, 1 harm, intimate. Harm stacks with each pup attacking.

Notes: Pretty simple idea here, I wanted to make a switcharoo with them thinking its vampires but actually its goat suckers. The moment I revealed that the monster they caught was a mother my players immediately went "Can we adopt them" so prepare for that. Chupacabras are also not native to the city and so is just attacking and draining whatever is similar to the height and weight of its natural pray, goats.

Mystery 3

Basic mystery idea: A researcher has created an artificial chimera to sell to monster traders in order to get research money. The chimera however escaped and is now hungry for blood.

Chimera, monster. A lion's body with its tail cut off replaced with a snake, a head of a goat stitched on.

Motivation: Beast - To run wild, destroying and killing. In constant pain its lashing out, driven by hunger and hatred for its creator.

Harm capacity 13. 1 Armor. Weakness: The stitches if attacked can sever, it has stitches on its belly, around the goat head, and snake tail. Weapons: Bite, intimate, harm 4 (lion)/2 (goat)/1, poison (snake). Fire, 2 harm, burning, far.

It has two minions but they're human not monsters so I didn't draw them.

Holly Fawn, minion. A mousy veterinarian and on the side mad scientist wishing to recreate mythical monsters.

Motivation: Guardian - To protect something. Wants to get her monster back and may use to do so.

Harm capacity 5. Weapons: Stun gun, 0 harm, stun. Sleep dart, 0 harm, sleep.

Geralt Rivers, minion: A cloaked man who works in the illegal business of selling and buying monsters.

Motivation: Brute - To intimidate or attack. Wants to get his money worth and so will prevent the players from damaging the creature too much.

Harm capacity 8. Weapons: Sniper rifle, 4 harm, far. Knife, 1 harm, hand. Moves: Warning shot. Disappear into the crowd.

Notes: This adventure was actually created to prove that poachers had a hand in the chupacabra situation in order to prevent their culling. And so getting proof rather than killing the monster was the big threat, meaning that preventing the chimera from killing Holly Fawn was a fight they had to do.

#MotW #Ttrpg #Monster #Chupacabra #Chimera

[yourkimjaejin]

MoJiLe Time Created

Hihi! This post has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I've worked up the courage to post it. This one revolves around how Maknae/Noona time was created. But I'm changing the name to MoJiLe Time because its cuter! Enjoy ~ Author Izzy

Legend: November 2018

Moxy walked into the quiet Dream dorm. She was a woman on a mission. She walked back to the dormroom with one destination in mind. She got distracted by the 2/3rds of Dream maknae line lying on Jisungs bed. It wasn’t normal for the two to sit in silence together. Moxy was obligated to see what's up. 

“Hey boys. You all good?”

Jisung turned his head to the left, meeting Moxy’s eyes, “We’re bored. The hyungs left us behind.” 

“Why don’t you just go out and do something, then?” 

Chenle huffed, “The manager said we were quote unquote too young to go out alone.” 

“Ahh.” Moxy was gonna leave but something kept her in place. She couldn’t just leave them like this. Moxy huffed, her plan would have to wait. 

“Alright put your shoes on and grab a jacket.” 

“What for?” “Why should we?” 

Moxy rolled her eyes, “Well I was gonna volunteer my services so you two can get out of the dorm. But if you’d rather stay here–” Moxy didn’t even have to finish her sentence before the two boys jumped up. Moving faster than ever, Moxy blinked and they were ready ushering her out of the door.

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First stop for the three was Chenle’s house. Right when they left the dorms, Chenle's mom called. After a few moments of rapid fire chinese Chenle turned taxi driver and gave his address. Chenle’s mom had cooked and told her son to invite his members over. What followed was Chenle showing off to others that Jisung and Moxy got his mother's food and the other didn’t. The three members couldn’t stop laughing everytime Haechan called to whine. 

From there, Moxy had a manager drive them to Lotte World. She couldn't stop smiling as she watched the boys run around and act like the kids they were. Sometimes remembering how much all the members gave up to be where they are leaves a heavy feeling that's hard to shake. That feeling fades as she watches Chenle and Jisung pick out animal headbands to wear. Jisung trying to argue against Chenle in favor of the headband with tiger ears (He was losing). Moxy got pulled into the fun too. They played at the playground and even convinced Jisung to go ice skating. 

Before heading back to the dorm, Jisung had their manager take them to a convenience store for ice cream. Their noona told the manager to go home for the night, the boys and her would take the long way home. As the building past them, the trio didn’t run out of thing to talk about. They even got a bit sentimental just as they arrived at their dorm building. Moxy dropped the two boys off at the Dream dorm before heading down to AG’s. 

Jisung’s voice calling out to her made her pause.

“What’s up Jiji?”

Jisung looked shy, which is adorable. “Could we– could we do this again? Tonight was so much fun.” Moxy couldn’t help herself. She ran over to ruffle Jisung’s hair. The younger accept the affection resignedly. 

“Of course we can. We’ll call it MoJiLe time.” With a promise for two weeks later, Moxy took the stairs to her dorm room. She wasn’t even surprised at the body waiting on her bed for her. 

Renjun sat up, “How was your evening?” 

“It was fun. While you and your friends were off gallivanting, I was entertaining the children.” Moxy slipped off her jacket before plopping onto her bed next to Renjun.

“It was for good reason.” Renjun's fingers started tracing random patterns on Moxy's leg

“Did you guys find presents?” Moxy asked. The singer hummed in agreement. “Good. Chenle deserves a big surprise from us for his 17th birthday.”

“Did you buy anything yet? We can go together if you want?” Renjun put an offer out there while walking to the door. It had been a long day dealing with 5 out of 7 members of Dream. 

“Thanks but I’m good. I got him a pair of shoes yesterday.” Moxy met him at the door. 

“Think we’ll get him to cry?” 

“I think we have a better chance at him laughing at us for surprising him. Have a good night.” Moxy watched him walk down the hall. 

“Night.”

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Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

#NCT AG #NCT AG.Moxy #NCT AG.Writing #nct female addition #nct female member #kpop addition #kpop!au #kpop!oc #kpop!addition #nct female oc #kpop female member

[kxllingangels]

Babydoll- H.S.

A/N- Hi! Here's part 2. Full disclosure, I didn't intend to write multiple parts to this story but then I got too invested to stop, lmao. So I wrote two more "chapters" as well as made a little fanfic cover.

2

My heart was hammering in my chest as I stared blankly at the box. Reading and re-reading the messy cursive on its smooth face. I knew that writing like the back of my hand. It was on countless greeting cards in the back of my closet. It was on the apartment lease. It was on the note on my nightstand, reminding me how pathetic I was.

Harry. 

"Rory," Maren's voice snapped me back to reality. I glanced up at the girl, noticing that she was a few steps away from me now. Her brows were furrowed in concern, her eyes moving from the box to me and then back again. "What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I wanted to tell her that I wished it was that. Seeing an actual ghost would've terrified me way fucking less than holding a fragmented piece of my past. But I couldn't. 

I swallowed hard, nodding my head and uttering out, "I'm fine." 

I knew my unsteady voice was a dead giveaway that I was in fact, not fine, but I couldn't bring myself to add something more convincing. My eyes just kept scanning the handwritten note.

'You're still my muse.'

Maren peered over my shoulder now, looking down at the looping handwriting. "You're someone's muse and you're reacting like that?" She asked incredulously. "It's like something out of a romance movie, you should be thrilled!" 

"It's not exactly a romance movie moment for me, Mare." I muttered. 

Maren, always unfazed by other people, didn't understand. "Well, I think it's romantic. Now go on, open it! The suspense is killing me."

In my seven months of working at Vixens, I'd never told Maren, or anyone for that matter, about Harry. I had always meant to, but when he left it sent my world to flames and I spent months trying to put it out. It wasn't a subject I enjoyed bringing up, so I didn't. Not even to Mare, who knew seemingly everything else about me by now. 

Part of me wanted to throw the box away without even opening it. Who the fuck did Harry think he was anyway? He wasn't allowed to just abandon me after three years and then drop back in whenever he wanted with some stupid present as if that would make up for the damage caused. 

A bigger, and possibly more pitiful part of me, wanted to rip the box open and examine every detail of the contents inside. Like if I stared hard enough, I could find a reason, a good reason for him to have left. One that dried up all my wandering thoughts and unanswered questions. Or maybe, I'd find that he had returned. I wasn't sure which would be worse.

I didn't have time to ponder which route to take for longer than a second before Maren was ripping the box from my hands. 

"Hey!" I said loudly, turning to yank it from her but stopping as she let out a loud gasp. "What?" I asked, watching her pull a small canvas from the box. I moved closer, my chest tightening.

 Maybe this would give me the answers I needed. 

"Ror, this is amazing," Maren said breathlessly, ignoring the calls for assistance at the bar. In her hands, there was a painting of me sat on the windowsill of my - our, apartment, a chipped blue coffee mug in hand and my eyes closed and face turned so you could only see half of it. There were newspapers scattered around the floor of the painting, and I was only wearing one sock paired with my ratty Snoopy shorts. 

My eyes floated around the canvas, drinking in every detail of it. I remembered that day. I was interning at First Draft, the local journalism company downtown. I'd been so excited for my first week that I came home daily with bundles of newspapers, spreading them out around the apartment like some sort of maze.

"My little journalist is still hard at work." Harry had joked on my first Sunday off, watching me surrounded by papers and cartoon dog pajamas. 

"Babydoll."

The word alone made me tense. 

"What?" I asked Maren, feeling my cheeks beginning to rapidly heat up. I pushed closer to her, trying to see what she was seeing.

Her red nail polished finger pointed to the bottom of the canvas, reading out loud. "See? here he wrote 'Babydoll in the morning.'" She read out loud in a terrible attempt at a man's voice. Her brown eyes shifted up to me. "Babydoll?"  She questioned, the corners of her full lips tilting up in amusement. "Who the hell is this guy and why does he call you that?"

My face was still hot. "Shut up." I grumbled, snatching the canvas from her and craning my neck to really look at the painting. "It's nothing. He's…Nothing." Maren opened her mouth to press for details, but the sound of an angry fist slamming on the bar with the demand of a pint of beer deterred her attention from me. 

"Al-right, I'm coming! Hold your horses." The girl complained, stalking over to the counter and leaving me to stare at the canvas. 

No matter how much I looked at the painting, I couldn't find anything of substance. No answers or clues. Just me, looking exhausted in our living room. 

The remainder of my shift was a blur. I spent most of it dodging Mare's questions and curious eyes and serving bourbon to overly intoxicated customers. I tried to shove the painting, and its artist from my mind, but he seemed to be renting all the space in there and leaving me no room to think of anything else. But, at least I had bagged a fifty as a tip from a table of especially rowdy men. As I made my way up the to the third floor of my apartment building, I was partially thankful and partially disappointed to see that there was no one waiting on my doorstep. 

Great. So he'd come into my life just to cause chaos and then go radio silent again. Typical Harry.

I fumbled with my house key, eventually jamming it into the lock and letting myself in. 

I half expected there to be the sound of crappy indie music and the smell of his spicy drug store cologne waiting for me inside. I was angry at myself when I was disappointed by the sight of the darkened apartment in the same state I had left it in this morning. 

Don't be stupid, Aurora. He said it himself, he could never be satisfied. 

Not by this city or this apartment, or even me. The thought of him loving me, but not enough to stay, was enough to send me spiraling. 

I didn't want to spiral. Not today.

I shut the door behind me, briskly walking inside. God, I really needed to call my therapist and set up another appointment after tonight's shit show.

Harry sure did know how to create chaos inside me. Especially for someone who wasn't even around anymore.

 I turned my focus to the sink on my left. It was piling up with dirty dishes I hadn't had the energy to wash over the past week. I needed a distraction from the brunette boy. He was a master at starting a war in my head. I stalked over to the sink, turning the water on hot and grabbing a sponge. As I scrubbed, I started to feel better. Taking my frustration out on the dishes was serving as a good substitute to crying or drinking or shaving my head. So much so that I almost didn't notice the drawing of a bluebird taped to the window in the living room. 

Almost, that is.

#harry’s house #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles concept #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #one direction writing #one direction fanfiction #1d fanfiction #one shot #love on tour #harry styles grammys #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #harry styles fan fiction #fic rec #harry styles fics #harry x you

[sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins]

turn week day 2: content creator appreciation day!

Fair warning, this is mostly going to be rp blog related because that's the corner of the fandom I'm in mostly. I write on here and cabbxges-and-kings.

1. @annastrxng I always really treasure our threads from Hewlett to Abe to Rogers. I really love our Anna & Abe thread, even if it was crack related because of the cabbage cake. I feel like we have bridged the gap between Abe and Anna and how the writers gave them little to no chemistry. We have added more life to their ship than the writers ever cared to do. I always enjoy the chaotic nature of Rogers and Anna interacting and his dynamic with Philomena, both people wronged by Andre and their circumstances to where they come together by a mutual need of revenge. I also enjoy our Annlett threads and the idea of Ellie in the mix of s4, strengthening Hewlett's character arc in that season. I feel like nobody has the best grasp of Anna but you. I also really treasure our one thread of Hewlett and Elizabeth bonding over pirates, haha.

2. @honorhearted We've been writing for so long, I can't possibly talk about all our threads together. I fondly look back on our Hewlett & Ben Horse Girl Book ClubTM thread and can't help but imagine what could've happened in the show if they met personally. That thread really helped me develop Hewlett as a whole with how his past impacts the present. We also finished what the writers didn't care to finish between Rogers and Ben. Also the Abe and Ben bonding moments. You listen to my random ideas and you're always willing to interact with whoever, so I really appericate that. Thank you for joking around with me in dms and supporting my madness and to continue writing with me for 2 years.

3. @pagetreader A new mutual of mine. I always enjoy the thought and the depth in all your ocs and I can't help but notice how well you write Peggy. I really need to get to our drafts, but I'm really looking forward to exploring more with your ocs and seeing where our dynamics take us!

4. @calamity-bean This is a random mention because you aren't a roleplay blog, haha. But I've looked through your meta analysis of turn and I love every single one! I also loved your fic! I know you don't post turn content anymore, but I just wanted to mention you because I loved the way you explored the characters when turn was running. I also really enjoy your artwork in general.

5. @multipleoccupancy We haven't written in a while due to our busy schedules, but I still look over our stuff in my drafts. I'm always fond of Hewlett and to find another who appreciates him as I do and writes him with my muses is always a joy. I feel like you have a really good grasp of his voice and his mannerisms that I can't help but read your threads for him on my dash.

6. @anoseforrottenapples Best Mary hands down. I feel like Rose captures Mary perfectly to where she could've wrote her herself. I'm always amazed with her depth into Mary's background that all her headcanons are basically canon in my mind when I think of Mary. Rose is also very sweet and is always super supportive of my ocs, I couldn't appericate her more for it.

7. @retrograderesemblance I can't even begin to talk about all our dynamics throughout the year we've been writing, haha. I love how chaotic to complex our dynamics have gotten over time. I still re-read our threads from time to time. I think Lydia wouldn't be the oc she is today if she didn't interact with your muses. I always enjoy our ooc madness and how we can go from that to complex plot meta chatter. I really treasure all our threads, new and old, and I love how our writing flows so well together (and how our muses are almost seamless in the way they naturally interact with one another, like Sarah and Sean for instance).

#( ooc ) #turn amc #turn week 2023 #long post #long post tw #// long post

[sprinklrsplashes]

oceans and engines part ii | b.b

Summary: it's been 10 years since Dove and Bradley have seen each other and they find themselves running into each other in a bar somewhere in Hawaii. They both have everything that they had ever dreamed of but they still have unfinished business.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x ofc (unnamed and referred to as Dove)

Genre/content warning: angst (I can't help myself, I love pain 🥲) but there is a happy ending, swearing

A/N: this has been sitting (unfinished) in my drafts for a while but I finally finished it over the past couple of days so here is part 2 to oceans and engines, which if you have not read part 1, you can find that right here). I hope you enjoy this and I may be back to do some more writing over the next couple of weeks/months depending on how much free time I have.

Bradley doesn't believe in fate or destiny. Every choice, every decision he has made has been calculated and thought through, consequences and all. None of it was down to fate but it sure feels like it seeing his Dove in a bar somewhere in Hawaii. He rubs his eyes and has to look twice because he can't quite believe his eyes, but there she was on that stage. Her hair was different, her skin was sunkissed from what he assumed was the Californian sun and her cheekbones more defined, but he couldn't mistake her singing voice or the glow she had when she performed. She was electric and she has always been. There's a part of him that makes him want to walk out because as much as it was good to see her, it also hurt a hell of a lot as well. 10 years had passed but it still sometimes felt as raw as it did when she left, and though he had forgiven her, he couldn't forget the unbearable pain he felt that morning he woke up to find her gone with nothing but a note. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from her and the way she moved up there with her band made him think that she made the right decision; he had everything he had ever dreamed of and so did she. He just didn't have her. 

"This last song was one of the first ever songs I wrote and recorded and maybe one of my most personal. I was 22, heartbroken and moving across the country alone. It was maybe the most terrifying but exhilarating thing I have ever done but I had to make some sacrifices. Sometimes the hardest part of loving someone is knowing when to let go. There's that saying: if you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't, well, then it wasn't meant to be. And I think I believe that. Maybe that's the hopeless romantic in me but I probably wouldn't be a musician if I wasn't, right? Anyways, thank you so much. You have been a pleasure. This last one's called Oceans and Engines." 

It's all a bit too much for him, seeing her here, hearing her sing about him. Over the years he had imagined what it'd be like to see his little Dove again and the things that he would say to her. In the beginning, all he wanted to do was yell at her and tell her that deciding to break up wasn't a decision for her to make (he would never do such a thing because he knew the moment he sees her lip quiver, he’d crumble completely and forget about the things that he was so mad about). But now, he just wants to tell her how proud he is of her. And despite everything, he still loves her. Honestly, he doesn't think he has ever stopped. Sure he had dated other women since, but none of them were her. 

He hears the door open and a group of drunk girls leaving the bar before it swings shut again, leaving him in peace. The sound of footsteps follows shortly before stopping. 

"I thought I saw you in the crowd there. I couldn't be sure though, sometimes I think I see you everywhere even when you're not really there," she laughs nervously and though he's not looking at her, he knows she's doing that thing where she plays with the ends of her hair when she's nervous. "Are you actually real or have I had far too many tequila shots and gone temporarily insane?" 

His breath hitches in his throat when her hand reaches out to squeeze his arm; images of nights spent with her delicate fingers gripping onto him as he made love to her all night long flashed in his head. He can’t think of her like that, not now when he wanted to be mad at her. It was unfair of Bradley to still hold this thing over her head but he needed to know how much it hurt him. He wrapped his hand around her wrist and took her hand off him. 

Her heart sinks and she can’t mask the flash of pain and betrayal in her eyes quick enough from Bradley but she knows she deserved that. She was the only one to blame for this fraught relationship between them. In another life, they could have been married by now. She thought about this often, what her life could have been if she didn’t pack up her bags to fulfil her hopes and dreams. Would she have been happier? That was the question that haunted her when she was staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night. Maybe she could have been, or they could have ended up like most college relationships — staying together when the relationship was way past the expiration date but neither one knows how to end it so eventually someone cheats, or they stick it out and get engaged because that’s what they think should happen and they end up in a lifeless marriage. That’s the answer that helps her move on from thinking about her could-have-been life with Bradley but deep down, she knew it would have probably been far from it. 

"You were good out there," Bradley breaks the awkward silence unable to bear the uncomfortable tension between them. "I'm glad you got everything you ever wanted." 

There's a slight bitterness in him that makes him want to ask Dove if it was worth it but he knew what the answer would be. It would be the same if she asked him the same question. Yes, a hundred times, yes. 

"Thanks. You look like you're doing well too," she notes as she studies him like she’s trying to remember every single aspect of him, even though she probably could draw Bradley from memory if she had to. Though he isn't in uniform, she noticed the dog tags peeking out of his horrendous Hawaiian shirt that he picked and she couldn't miss those arms straining against the flimsy fabric of his shirt. God, she couldn't stop thinking about the things they could do now. Taking her against the wall with his dog tags against his bare chest, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises the next day showing that she is his and only his. Such sinful things they could be doing but he hates her guts now so those fantasies will never come to fruition. 

"Yeah, I am." 

Her lips purse together as he sticks to answers that leave no form for further conversation and she can feel her eyes getting glassy. It's stupid and she knows she deserves this but after 10 years, she figured there wasn't any hard feelings between them and they had both moved on (though she never truly did). "I know I fucked up but that was 10 years ago. I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am so can you actually try to have some sort of conversation with me?" 

He can hear the slight tremble in her voice, the pleading in her voice that resembled the same as his whenever he heard himself begging her to stay in his dreams. It nearly makes him feel bad for the humourless laugh that escapes his lips. "You can't just expect me to act like you didn't just pack your bags in the middle of the night and just leave without saying a word. You shattered my heart, Dove. I loved you so much that it scared me more than anything; sometimes I think I would have given it all up just to be with you and that scares me but despite it all, I still wanted to be with you. There was a time I couldn't imagine a life without you by my side and sometimes I still can't even though it's been 10 years."

Silence falls between them as she begins to process his words, only to find that she can only cling to the last few. She doesn't even think Bradley's registered what has just come out of his mouth. "You still think about me?" she asks him looking up through her eyelashes, unable to look at him as she asks the question she needed to know the answer to. Her chest feels tight as she's holding her breath for his response.

Bradley cursed under his breath; she wasn't supposed to know that but now he's said it, he figures there’s no going back. "Yeah, I do," he admits as he runs his hand through his messy curls. 

Maybe it's the tequila running through her veins or the rush of knowing that Bradley still thought of her even now, but there's a streak of boldness that washes over her. It's something she had never been able to admit out loud (because doing so meant she had thrown away one of the best things in her life for nothing). "Same here. I don't think I've ever stopped. I think about you every time a plane flies across the sky, I think about you every time I see a piano, I think about you every time I hear Great Balls of Fire. It’s stupid but sometimes when I’m on tour, I’ll look up where the closest naval bases are and pray that we’ll cross paths. Sometimes I think leaving you was my biggest regret. I'm sorry for leaving the way I did. I'm sorry for everything." 

He can't help but crumble when her voice breaks at the end and reaches across to wipe the tears that have fallen down her cheeks. Suddenly it's like no time has passed and they're 20 years old again. Then she looks at him with those big doe eyes and he's falling in love with her all over again. There's that familiar flutter in his stomach, something he didn't think he'd feel again after she left and it's then that he decides that he can't let her get away, not for a second time.

Before he can even stop himself his lips are on hers, hot and desperate, fingers holding tight onto her waist like she's going to disappear any second. Not this time. He won't let her slip through his fingers again. She whimpers his name softly against his lips and he thinks that this must be what heaven feels like but she brings them crashing back to Earth. 

"Wait, wait, wait," her mouth is saying one thing but her hands are saying another as her fingers are tangled in his hair and she's sighing in his mouth. He pulls away from her lips and begins making his way to her neck. It had been years since they had been together but it was scary how easy it was to fall back into old routines. He still could note every spot that makes her weak in the knees, point out every scar, mole and freckle on her body. Hell, he probably knew her body better than his own. "Bradley, we can't." 

"Why not? What's stopping us?" 

"This, us, our careers. We have everything we've ever wanted. You and I both know that it's not going to work." She's stumbling over her words after that kiss. Being so close to Bradley makes it hard for her to think clearly. It's as if she can hear herself saying all these words but inside she's screaming at herself, begging not to push him away. 

He curses at her, his jaw tensed and his eyes harden. "Don't do this. Stop running away from me. I love you. Always have and always will. And I know you love me too, goddammit. You can deny it all you want but I know you, Dove. What are you so scared of?" His voice drops, eyes soften as he brushes her hair behind her ear and strokes her cheek. 

Her eyes dart across his face, never quite making eye contact. He'll see right through her if she looks into those eyes and she wants this to be easy. He knows her too well though and knows what she’s doing, "Look at me, please." 

She's unsure whether she's shaking because the beer jacket has now worn off and she's beginning to feel the evening breeze or because of her nerves. Bradley Bradshaw tended to have that effect on her. 

He whispers her name and repeats, "What are you so scared of? We can work through this together. Me and you as a team, like we were before." 

There's an urge to pull away now and run as far as she can, but she owes him this much. She figures she can't keep running away from Bradley. One thing that she loves and hates is his annoying persistence and she knew that one way or another he would have tracked her down and gotten her to crack. He was good like that. He knew her far too well. 

"That's what I'm scared of. I don't want you to put me in front of your dreams. I don't want to be the thing holding you back. I don't want to be the thing you'll resent in 20, 30 years when we're married with kids living in some lifeless suburb." 

His eyes shine even in the dim lighting of the parking lot, "You think about having kids with me?" 

In any other circumstance, she probably would have rolled her eyes and laughed. "Is that the only thing you took from what I said? Of course, I thought about that. At one point, I thought you were it for me and I couldn't imagine a life with anyone else. Sometimes I still can't." 

"Stop making decisions for me. Have you ever considered that maybe I want that kind of life that you just described? I want to have a family with you and grow old in some suburban home with a nice little picket fence and grass that is some unnatural shade of green. Yes, I love flying but I love you so much more and I'd rather die than spend another day not waking next to you." 

"Even so, I'm in LA and you're wherever you are now. We live different lives, it won't work." 

"San Diego. I've been stationed in San Diego for a few months now. Dove, honey, stop trying to make excuses for us. We can do it this time, I know we can but if you really don't want this, just look me in the eyes and say no." 

She can't do it. She chews on her lip as she gets lost in his warm eyes and sees a flash of fear but it doesn't last long. He's just as scared as she is, maybe even more. After all, it was her who left him heartbroken all these years so he had more to lose. For Bradley to put his pride aside and pour his heart out to her when she stomped on his 10 years ago was possibly one of the bravest things he had ever done and the man flies fighter jets for a living. 

After what felt like an eternity, she finally replies, "Okay." 

"Okay?" 

"Yeah, okay. I can move to San Diego with you, to be honest, maybe it's for the best because my rent in LA is painful. I'm a musician so really, I can make music anywhere and I can always travel to LA for business meetings or whatever, so okay." 

He laughs under his breath as she talks herself through the logistics of moving her life from LA to San Diego. It was these little things that he had missed and loved about Dove. "Who said anything about moving in with me?" 

Her cheeks flushed red as she stuttered but then she saw the corner of his mouth quirk up in that annoying way that told her he was just teasing. "You're such an asshole." 

"Ah, you've missed me really." 

"Every single day." 

"Same here." 

"Take me home, Lieutenant Bradshaw?" 

"Gladly." 

#top gun fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fics #ness writes #top gun maverick #top gun fic

[winterskywrites]

The first scene that I wrote for The Shape Of You (Was Jagged And Weak) was one that actually got completely rewritten - I wrote a scene of Bruce checking on Dick the night after they found him, which then eventually turned into a scene with Alfred instead, to keep the balance of POV characters in chapter 2. However, I kept the original draft, so if anyone is interested, here you go!

Dick always slept either sprawled across the entire bed or curled up as tightly as he could. Bruce wasn't particularly surprised to find him curled up tightly tonight, so tightly he was almost entirely hidden under the blanket.

He also wasn't surprised to see that his breathing shifted, just slightly, when Bruce entered the room. Clearly, Dick slept just as lightly as Renegade as he had as Nightwing.

"It's just me," Bruce said, then he added, "Bruce. Your father."

He hated having to add those qualifiers, but as long as Dick didn't remember him, they'd be necessary.

Dick sat up, blankets pooling around his hips. "Am I not allowed to sleep?"

Bruce blinked. "Are you- Of course you're allowed to sleep. I was just coming in to-"

To check on you, was the real answer, but Bruce had enough trouble showing that tenderness to his children who remembered him. "To see if you needed anything," he finished instead. "Why wouldn't you be allowed to sleep?"

"During my training with Deathstroke, there was a week when I wasn't allowed to sleep," Dick said, his voice conversational, like what he was describing wasn't horrifying. "Every time I dozed off, he would wake me up. Then we'd spar. He only let me sleep on the seventh day after I was able to hold him off."

"That's torture," Bruce said, his voice coming out flat and emotionless.

Dick shrugged. "It was training. I needed to be able to fight in any circumstance."

For a moment, Bruce wondered what other circumstances Deathstroke thought Dick might need to train in, then he shoved the thought aside. He'd deal with that later. Right now…

"No one will do that to you here," he said firmly. "Alfred will come in to wake you for breakfast, but if you're still tired, you can go back to sleep instead of coming down. You can sleep as much as you want."

Dick eyed him, his face unreadable. Bruce hated to see that look on his face, especially paired with the lack of recognition in his eyes. This was his son, he shouldn't look at him like this.

Then again, Bruce supposed he should be glad that Dick was alive to look at him at all. For six months, he'd thought he'd never see his son again. He still couldn't quite believe Dick was back, but all the tests had confirmed it. Bruce had been lucky enough to have another son returned to him, and he'd never stop being grateful for it.

"Does this room bring back any memories?" he asked abruptly.

Dick looked around. "It was my room, right?"

"It was."

Slowly, Dick got out of bed and walked up to the Flying Graysons poster framed on the far wall. "You said my last name was Grayson, didn't you? Dick Grayson?"

"It is."

Dick reached out one hand, stopping in front of the poster. "So this is…"

"The boy is you," Bruce said. "The man and woman are your parents. Your father's name was John and your mother's name was Mary."

Slowly, Dick's fingers traced his mother's face. "I… I feel like I should remember them. The names are almost familiar, like I met them once or I saw them in a dream or-"

He stopped. Swallowed. "They're my parents," he said quietly. "I should know who they are."

"Dick…" Bruce almost reached out for Dick, then stopped himself. Dick liked hugs, but Renegade didn't remember him and had been trained (tortured, apparently) by Deathstroke for the past six months. Bruce had no idea how he'd react to a grown man reaching for him, especially one he'd fought before.

"I can look around this room and make guesses about the person who lived in it," Dick said. "But I don't remember any of it."

"We'll figure out a way to fix this," Bruce promised. "We'll get your memory back."

Dick was still staring at the poster of the Flying Graysons. "I'd like to be alone. Is that allowed?"

"Of course," Bruce replied, nodding. "I'll go. But Dick… Memories or not, you're part of this family, and we're glad to have you back."

"What time is breakfast?" Dick asked.

Bruce held back a sigh. "Nine o'clock."

"Then I'll see you at nine o'clock."

"Until nine, then," Bruce agreed, and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

He hoped Dick would still be there in the morning. He didn't quite know what he would do if he wasn't.

#dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #my writing #ficlet #future history #future history extra

[lnights]

Layla, first of all: I LOVE Pt 12 of your Soulmate AU sooooooo much 💞💞💞 I am soooo happy for Eevi that she got support from (at least) some part of her family. And I really like Liisa🫂. I kind of treat the AU like a whole series and each chapter like an episode🙈. So between “episode” 1 & 2 I made up my own version of the series in my head but wanted to wait till the “season” is over to share it because I didn’t want to risk influencing the story as it unfolds. I just love your storytelling too much😅 (also my version is way darker than yours because I am a sucker for Angst).

So, my brainworm is, that for whatever reason Aleksi didn’t tell the guys about Eevi and Liisa and also didn’t meet Eevi again (and therefore also never Lisa. Also Eevi is only 17 and a few months away from turning 18.). The girls go back home and a few weeks pass and somehow Eevis family finds out about her and Liisa before she is ready to tell them and shit hits the fan. They take away her phone and put her in some religious pray-the-g-away-camp. Because she is still a minor there is nothing Liisa can do and she doesn’t have Aleksi’s contact info. Thinking that he won’t believe her when she reaches out in social media, she takes the next train to Helsinki and begs the receptionist at the entrance to the studio to tell Aleksi she is here. The receptionist calls in the studio and whoever takes the call (its not Aleksi) is more than confused and tells the room that a Liisa wants to talk to Aleksi because someone named Eevi got found out by her parents and is now in danger. Aleksi understands and immediately races out of the studio (followed by the guys) to meet her and is shocked when she tells him what happened. The guys are of course not happy he didn’t tell them anything but are ready to help him safe Eevi. After getting Eevi out of the camp doesn’t work (they are threatened with the police if they should trespass) and also not talking sense into the family (they only scream at nonsense at them), Aleksi decides to make his story public. His reel on IV goes viral and the public is outraged that Eevi is held against her will at the camp. Eventually, the pressure on the camp gets too much and they release Eevi. For the last month until she turns 18 Aleksi gets custody of her and then she moves in with Liisa. Not sure what happens after or if her parents get punished for basically locking her up, but I do think she and Aleksi are doing a lot of interviews, maybe a doku about both their stories and are definitely becoming activists for same-sex rights✊🏳️‍🌈.

Hi Gemma!

I'm glad you enjoyed the fic! I absolutely love your idea for it

I do love me some angst too, ngl I did have an idea to make Eevi 17 and the threat of conversion camp being a major factor.

Apparently a couple years ago a motion was brought forward to Finnish Parliament to ban it, but it lapsed. (I think only 26 states here have it banned, plus DC and Puerto Rico. Some municipalities have banned it in other states as well, but then that's simply the matter of crossing from one city to another...)

In that version, which was actually my first draft, was that Eevi was going to run away and track Aleksi down at a BC concert and beg for help. They would help hide her until she turned 18 and her family legally couldn't send her, then she would confront them with Liisa at midsummer, and Aleksi would go with her for support.

I had the idea for assault tbh, Aleksi was going to get punched in the face by his dad and Tommi was going to retaliate. The family was going to call the police but Joel would point out that they have all the messages they sent Eevi telling her she was going to be sent to conversion therapy, as well as confirmation of their past abuse to Aleksi, and a recording of the fact Aleksi was hit first and Tommi was defending him (Joel was recording everything just in case something happened)

I almost kept that part in the current fic 😅

Niko pointing out their career would bounce back, even if they took a little hit or had to take a break for a year or two, but their family name would forever be tarnished with child abuse allegations. So they dropped it.

Liisa and Eevi would still have their happy ending and so would the BC boys.

#im an awkward 🦇 #another sun #my soulmate au

[alloracart]

Well so much for updates while Art Fight was going, I guess this now a recap of the season.

So I though of making a post after my initial attack, but then I thought “no I should do work on my next one.” Three attacks later and here I’m am. I thought I could get a quick update in three weeks in just so I posted anything about Art Fight. I would do this by making a draft tumblr post and hoping I would feel the urge to complete it. Turns out I did not.

Let's get on with this recap of my first Art Fight season. I was on team Werewolves, had only 2 characters, and only 5 bookmarked characters. Unfortunately, I would not get any attacks over the month, but I can understand that. It's just 2 characters, and there's no way to search characters by creation date (other than the 8 newest characters on the front page). There's basically only a few friends that know my Art Fight stuff anyways.

Hopefully next year will be much easier to get an attack. I'll probably upload more of my characters to it in addition to the Florida Collection. Now let's get onto my attacks.

#1: Downy

Of course I would start off with a Rito. I wanted to find avians to draw, and I found this guy by @venonatt. You can see that it has a similar style to my 2 Art Fight OCs, though I varied outline thickness all around as how The Windwaker does it. and so will the next 3. I also added a more basic background with a nice, coloured in name. This was also probably the quickest drawing I made in the past while, taking just 4 days. I really like this character, especially how their hair came out. While I did take colours from the original drawings, this one took the most liberty with colour selection. The last thing I'll say about it is that the mouth was the most difficult part. It seems I cannot do open mouths or smiling for my life. The only reason their face doesn't look 200% weirder is because I put a white line to be their teeth. Otherwise it looks like they're looking at a burger.

#2: Finch

Here's my second, this is based on a character by @fimvie. It took quite longer. That was mainly due to Zeldathon, but this was a little tough to make, there were many redraws. I was initially going to have more outlines for the wings, but that looked too busy. I had to erase all the lines for the wings and redraw them. Beyond that, you can see it's mostly similar to the first attack, except the outlines don't have much varying width. I could've done an outline or not having shading or a background, but I just didn't feel like submitting the attacks that way.

#3: Rowan

So I'm not a person to draw a lot of fan stuff since I came back, but I do still like The Owl House, and this character by @coxinhadoce47-art got my attention. I kept to the same style as before, but I also did the eyes in an slightly TOH style. I was very surprised that this character used mainly purples and red. I'm not sure if any colour on the character is between orange and blue. I also really love the background I made for it. The sky and snow were amazing to make. I especially like adding the bright celestial objects which I added, even if they're small dots.

Also, at this moment, I realised that attack titles didn't need to be just the name of the OC. With that, I wanted to test how long they could be by creating a 2600-character long recipe for buffalo blue cheese hot dogs. Unfortunately only 256 characters can fit in there, so I couldn't put that in, but I didn't leave a character to waste.

#4: Tanniet

My last drawing of Art Fight, and my first friendly fire. This character is by @majoracats. While I thought it would be initially quick, fast enough to maybe do a fifth attack as an outline, I has to turn this in several hours before the event ended. I had to switch my schedule this week to ensure that. It's mainly because I had to redraw the shape of the body multiple times. Tanniet was way taller before, but I felt she needed to be shorter. I made her shorter, but that also involved changing other most other things to keep it proportional. Regardless, I'm proud of what I got to do.

This also has the most detailed background. There's plenty of stuff, textures, and shadows. Surprisingly, that wasn't what took most of the work.

Final Thoughts

Now that this is over, I'll be returning to regular art soon. The thing with Art Fight though is that it completely reset my plans for drawing. I have little idea as to what to make next now. Will I keep up the pace? Probably not, this required doing little in my free time other than drawing, and I want to do other things again. But it won't be long until the next piece.

As for next years, I think I learnt two things. First, after the next attack you submit, post it here with nothing but the credits, rather than writing a million words like me. Second, draw outlines faster. That seems to be the main slow down, I need to get outlines better quicker so I don't need to spend time doing revisions.

Beyond that, I would like to see if I'd be interested in just doing an outline drawing or just simpler drawings. The main reason I went all out on these four was because I liked doing the textures, shading, and text. It's been quite a while since I've done just outlines, but it would be a way to quickly learn them. Art Fight has also gotten me more interested in art events, I can use them to figure out how to draw more, and keep within a time limit.

Anyways, that was my first Art Fight season. I can't wait for the Art Fight postseason.

#drawing #digital art #artfight #team werewolves #af 2023 #artfight attack

[ace-the-fox]

This is for @coiseachd-nighean-marbh. I was just posting your request, saved it to my drafts so I could check how I formatted the title in the first part, and then it disappeared for some reason lmao??? So, I lost the ask, but here's your request for Memory part 2. Sorry it took about two months, exams and a bunch of other shit got in the way 🙇‍♀️

Memory - Part II (A Sanders Sides Fanfic)

TW: Violence mentioned

"Again, I can not thank you enough for letting me stay with you all."

Patty shook her head, gently walking Robin in through the door of her house. "It's no problem at all," she reassured enthusiastically. "The three of us already live together with guest rooms to share, so it's nothing on us."

Louis politely held the door open for their new housemate. Robin nodded her thanks. She followed the other girls inside and- "Oh my God, it is massive." Robin cracked the biggest open-mouthed smile she had in weeks, gazing at the girls near mansion of a house. "It's practically a castle she joked."

"Make yourself at home," Patty laughed softly.

Robin sat herself down on their sofa in the living room. Her bag of belongings was rather small. Just some toiletries she'd nabbed from the hospital and some clothes the girls had bought her while she was there. She didn't like to look in it. It was just another cruel reminder that she was a girl with no home or background. As though she'd just been zapped into today and given no clue as to how to work things out.

She was lucky she already had new friends to quickly distract her. Which they did. Patty mostly, obviously being the most outgoing. Virginia would pop in sometimes, for conversation or to simply check on Robin. Robin would almost think that the attack had shaken that girl up more than it did herself. But they were all so kind to her, and for that Robin could not have been more grateful.

Conversation prooved difficult though. They had nothing to go off of, no talk of friends or family or past visits or her likes or dislikes. So Patty mostly talked about herself, and Robin kind of just listened. It was okay. It was still a distraction from what Robin didn't want to confront.

Someone cleared their throat in the door. Patty and Robin looked up from their conversation to see Louis standing in the door. "Robin," she addressed casually and calmly. "I was just looking through your clothes from your attacks, and I think I found our first clue..."

The young woman proceeded to hold up a small trinket, that Robin had to squint at. "Oh, that's a name tag from the café down the street!" Patty pointed out excitedly. "Did you work there?" Robin could only shrug. "Probably," she murmured quietly. How was she meant to know? She had no memory.

"Well, this was Robin's name tag," Louis told them, really getting into this detective Sherlock-like character. She held up the tag a little closer to them now. It was gently spotted with blood. Robin winced at that, and looked away down to her trembling fingers. She didn't like to think about the accident. She had little memory of it, wether due to the amnesia or if it was simply her brain trying to block out the trauma. Whatever flashes of recollection she did have of the attack, however, were incredibly unpleasant to think of. "So, the natural assumption would be that she indeed had a job there. Our first clue."

Patty gasped with excitement on behalf of Robin herself. "Oh, I know where we're going tomorrow... If that's okay with you, Robin?" Patty placed a gentle hand on Robin's knee, looking towards her for permission. And Robin nodded fiercely. She couldn't be more ready to find out who she was. To find her family and friends again. And, hopefully, find out what happened to her. And to get justice. "Absolutely."

#sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ooh a clue! #getting places

[eclipse-scribblr]

Aberation Somnium ~

Chapter One.

The day was colder than usual, but Raine didn't notice too much other than the odd bite of the breeze, nibbling at her slightly exposed collarbone.

It was 5:30pm and she had decided to be healthy, and walk to and from work today, (totally wasn't because of those few extra chocolate bars she decided to anxiously devour the night before), "why was she nervous eating?" You ask?

Well, Raine here has been struggling with these terrible reoccurring dreams, every single night for the past 2 weeks, and so far it isn't looking up for her that they're going to be stopping anytime soon.

She reaches the steps of her apartment, shuffling her bitterly frozen feet along the icy concrete beneath her, as she reaches for her keycard to enter into the security door , *beep* , the door clicks open and she walks inside, door clicking shut behind her as she slowly but surely makes her way towards the elevator.

Her aching cold hands clenching and unclenching to attempt to recirculate the feeling to her fingers, as she reached out and pushes the button to her floor.

*Number 3* She presses it and waits for the elevator to start ascending, when suddenly,

*flick flick* the murky lights above her head flicker, her tired eyes almost miss it but when suddenly a cold chill joins her in this small space she's caught off guard, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight like a royal guard, she shivers a bit, but doesn't think too much of it, "Burr" , the onomopoetic sound leaves her almost blue lips, "That was weird.." , She thinks to herself.

She sheepishly steps into her apartment room, still slightly on edge from the unusual draft and electrical issues in the elevator,

though those feelings soon evaporated off of her as she hung up her favourite forest-green wool jacket and set the mood by switching on her little warmly-lit lamps.

Some time later, she's all cozied up into her snuggly sofa, her head lay somewhat gracefully upon the pillow with one of her shaggy blankets hugging around her frame, hot chocolate sat on the coffee table infront of her, steam from it still rising into the air, the tv was on but she wasn't really watching it, to her it was just some gibberish playing from the beaming screen.

Raine was too caught up in her thoughts but, her thoughts, were too, caught up, by the impending doom of sleep, it was an endless chase of cat and mouse taking place in her mind, even with it only being her occupying things up there, she just couldn't keep fighting her eyes fluttering closed but the voice in her mind shouting "No!"

In an attempt to erase herself from her own mind (although we all know that's not physically possible), she lifts one of her tired limbs and daintily rubs her eye, she slowly sits up from her comfortable position and rests both hands on her knees to begrudgingly use them as leverage to push herself up.

Raine finds herself stood at the open fridge, staring into the light coming from it like she was a moth, she mindlessly reaches in for the leftover cake perching upon one of the shelves, she sighs to herself and closes the door to go get some cutlery, Or was she? Nope, Raine didn't care, so there she was, melting back into her sofa cushions with cake now in hand as the plate rested upon her chest and under her chin, (cmon she's not an animal)

she sits there for a few long minutes, shoveling the cake into her mouth bite by bite, her crab like hand reaching up to her mouth once again, only for her to realise there is no more cake left in it, she rolls her eyes and leans forward with the plate to place it on the table, next to her mug, as she realises there's still some hot coacoa within her mug she reaches for it and lifts it to her already chocolatey lips, chucking her head back and downing the rest.

|2:39am| "It's late.. too late."

The words bounced around in her mind as she stares at the clock upon the wall, "How is it this time already?" she says disoriented, a knit between her eyebrows forming as she scratches her head in confusion,

she rubs her palm up and down one side of her face, furrowing her brows against it and scrunching her face up, she's trying to remember where all the time went,

nevertheless she exhales in defeat and reaches for the TV remote to switch off the show that was still playing, the screen goes black, and in that moment she swore she could've seen something out the corner of her eye, something darting into her room through the slightly ajar door, she shakes her head "I'm just tired", she breathes out, dragging her feet along the hardwood floor to her room.

[End Of Chapter 1]

#original story

[jacobsdailyblog]

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I am going to blog about my hockey season. I am currently playing in Philadelphia PA for the Philadelphia Rebels in the North American Hockey League.

1/19/23- Last thursday we had 2 road games in Providence, RI. We were playing the Northeast Generals and lost 9-1 on thursday. It was not our night everyone was off there game and we had no answer for them even though we beat them a few weekends ago. However, the game on Friday night we bounced back and won 3-2 in overtime. It felt good to comeback and win like that. Then we got to enjoy saturday and sunday off.

1/27/23- This past weekend we played the New Jersey Titans at home. We won the first game 3-2. It was a super close game and we played very good defensively to get the win. The next day we won 3-2 again in a shootout victory. It was the same idea we played really good defensively and ended up getting the win in a shootout.

2/3/23- This weekend we traveled for a two game series to our farthest opponent, the Maine Nordiques. This game was super important for post season opportunities but we didn't come ready to play and lost 7-3. The next game we lost 4-2. We played better then the previous game but still didn't play to our capabilities. It was a cool experience they have a large rink and they fill the seats with some of the most craziest fans i've ever seen.

2/9/23- This weekend we traveled again to Providence, RI to take on the Northeast Generals for a two game series. Feb. 9 is my birthday and we ended up getting a win for it! We won 4-2. We played pretty good all around. The next game we lost 1-0. We played well we just couldn't finish on our chances and we ended up losing.

2/21/23- This long weekend we are traveling to the #1 team in the NAHL the Maryland Black Bears for a 3 game series. The first game we did not play well. We lost 5-2. I did end ep scoring one of the goals. It was a slap shot from the blue line. The second game we won 1-0. It was a super defensive win lead by are amazing goalie who had a 55 save shutout. The third game we lost 2-0 but we outplayed them that game we just couldn't find a way to score.

3/3/23- This weekend we are playing the last ranked team in the NAHL the Danbury Hatricks. They have 3 wins and 45 losses. We have never lost against them. The first game we won 4-0. We didn't play that well if it was another opponent im not sure if we would win. We then won the next game 6-0. It is always hard to play teams like that in any sport because it gets into your head and you never know what can happen.

3/7/23- This midweek game we traveled to play the New Jersey Titans. We won that game 4-0. It was one of our best performances. We were shutdown on defence. Then we had amazing offensive success. It was definitely a fun game to be apart of. New Jersey always gets a lot of fans so the atmosphere is super fun to play in.

3/10/23- This weekend we played the Maine Nordiques again. This time it was at our home rink. It was are St Patrick's day weekend so we had special uniforms for it. The first game we lost 2-1 in a super close battle. The second game we lost again 3-1. Another super close battle and we felt we out played them both games. We just cant find a way to win against Maine. I thought I had one of my best played weekend performances for me personally.

3/15/23- This past week I got called up to my United States Hockey League team that drafted me. I was playing in the NAHL in Philadelphia, but I am still a drafted prospect of the Madison Capitols of the USHL. I am here for the week and I am making my USHL debut tomorrow against the Cedar Rapids Roughriders at home In Madison. Then Saturday we travel to Cedar Rapids who have the best home crowd in junior hockey. Then sunday we play the number one team in the conference the Chicago Steel in Chicago.

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Update on Fall Sewing Goals

Me, next to a giant pumpkin, at the Stillwater Autumn Fest

Fall might be my new favorite season! This year I am fully leaning into the pumpkin-spiced lattes, autumn outfits, and slower pace of life. My creativity tends to peak in the summer (thank you, sun!) and by October or November the ideas that were bursting to life in my brain are settling like falling leaves. In the past I didn't appreciate that, but as I get older I have realized that it's totally okay to not be on 100 all year round. Constantly creating takes a toll on my mental health and my budget.

In my last blog, I talked about goals for clothing/sewing projects that will last me a long a time. I don't want to be buying new fabric every month and making garments that I can't wear and love for years to come. So here is an update on the progress I've made concerning those goals.

Finding a pants pattern that I love

I tried to make the #PietraPants by #ClosetCorePatterns . I adjusted the pattern for my body, but this found that fit to be baggy and boxy. I am rectangle shaping, with my bust, waist, and hip measurements being within inches of each other, and I found that the wide leg Pietra Pants didn't accentuate my legs or butts in the way I wanted.

My next attempt is going to be a 50's style Cigarette Pant. I like the slimmer fit and it will hopefully display my assets more than a wide leg pant. I found a promising sewing pattern/instruction guide on how to make a cigarette pant based on personal measurements. I like it because I wanted a vintage pattern but couldn't find a lot available in my size.

Plus Size (or any size) Vintage 1950s Pants Pattern - PDF

The pattern is from Etsy and is described as such: "it's a drafting system...whether you want this garment for a doll or plus-size person you will be able to make this fit perfectly."

2. Learning to clean my wool sweaters.

I have made some progress here! I washed one camel-hair cardigan and one wool turtleneck. By hand washing the garments I hoped to preserve the shape of each one. The washing part was easy; the hard part was the drying. Both garments took almost four days to air dry; I tried to squeeze the water out of the sweater and I stretched it. The cardigan and sweater are still very wearable so I'd call this a success.

3. Billowing, pleated skirt

I haven't started this project yet, but I did realize that I can't just add pleats to a skirt that already has the waistband attached. My next step is to draft a skirt in a fabric I like and try making pleats!

4. Using fabric I already own

My aunt gifted me some really pretty fabric from South Africa earlier this year. I decided to use it to make a kaftan from my partner's birthday in July. It was only this week that I actually looked up a tutorial and cut the fabric. The kaftan looks nice, but he hasn't tried it on yet so we will see! I'm just glad to be tackling some of my stash and using what I have.

The pieces cut for a men's kaftan. This is before I attached the pieces together or cut out the neck hole.

I think I will do another blog post for this kaftan alone because the project has been super fun and surprisingly easy. Also, I want to share the finished look!

Signing off,

Gabriella

#slowcontent #selfdrafted #slowliving #slowsewing #sewingblogger #blacksewist #sewingblog #fashion #blackwomenstitch #bipocsewist

[rreyie]

k. (eren j. x reader)

summary; you're well aware by now that your feelings of eren have blossomed into something more than a fuckbuddy. but you're not quite sure if he'll agree.

content warnings; smut (18+), fingering, oral (f. receiving), vaginal, unprotected sex, unestablished relationship, degrading, use of pet names, creampie, slight dumbification, hurt at the end i’m sorry.

word count; 2.2k

a/n; the fic that has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months has been completed! anyways i’m sorry i’m advance

you're well aware by now that eren jaeger isn't just a one night stand you had a week ago. you couldn't quite call it a friendship now, but perhaps fuckbuddies- or people who banged on the low with no strings attached.

well, you wouldn't say you didn't have feelings for him by now. you couldn't tell if it was his mischievous personality or his nine inch long dick, but there were certainly more than platonic feelings on your end.

you two had met when armin, mikasa and eren bought a house to rent out for college. you were a friend of mikasa's and had nowhere to go except to the house they rented, so you moved in. you and eren clicked almost instantaneously, as if you were best friends your whole life.

the sexual tension between you two was inexplicable. and you both knew it. and that's why one day, eren chose to make his move when you two were watching "finding nemo: blu-ray dvd edition" on the couch in the living room.

you two fucked during the scene when the little red-headed girl was terrorizing the other fish. but you two don't talk about it. all that mattered was that it was good sex- and by good, you meant really. fucking. good. you had no clue how he gained all this experience, but that didn't matter either.

now you were here, nearing the end of your sophomore year. this little rendezvous with eren had lasted five months now. you two definitely fucked often- sometimes sucking him off while he was studying for is psychology course, other times bending you over the bathroom counter with a death grip on your asscheeks.

this time he had walked into your room while you were clicking away at your laptop while you sat on your bed, doing your best to study for the exam you had next week. he didn't say a word, just laid down on the bed next to you and stared up at the ceiling.

you tried your hardest to ignore him, but your train of thought was lost when he cleared his throat unnecessarily loudly as if you couldn't already tell that he was right next to you.

you shut your laptop in defeat, and turned your head over to eren, a smile ever so slightly curling on his lips. you were unamused at his behavior.

"yes, eren?" you ask, eyes locking with his jade orbs. he clearly hasn't slept in a while, telling from the dark circles under his eyes, contrasting his somewhat tan skin. his brown hair was in its messy bun like normal, tied up sloppily with some baby hairs poking out here and there.

"dunno", he responded. "just seeing what you're up to."

"mhm? well, that sounds like bullshit to me, mister jaeger", you scoff. "you always come in here and make yourself at home when you're horny."

eren sighed, and sat up from his position. "fine, you caught me red handed. but i know you're as horny as i am."

"...you're right", you admit, before he flips over so he's on all fours and crawls over so he's in front of you. the several rings that adorned his fingers glistened in the ceiling light above, his grey sweatshirt hanging loosely around his body. though what he always wore was so simple, he never failed to look breathtaking in it.

tugging at the waist of your sweatpants, eren growled a "take it off" before you slid your hands down to your waist and did as he told you, leaving you in your panties. you didn't wear nice ones today assuming you weren't going to be fucking somebody, but here you were.

the rest was done by him as he pulled down your panties, breath hitching at the sight of your wet cunt. eren licked his lips hungrily.

"wet? already? what are you, some kind of whore?"

when you only looked at him with doe eyes, he rose his voice. "well? give me an answer, slut."

his very words made something awaken in your core, and you responded with a "y-your whore, eren."

eren nodded in satisfaction, content with your answer. "you're learning."

in past experiences, you had been quite a brat to him- as he would say. constantly going up against what he wanted, trying to dominate him. but every single time he ended up pushing you back down and pounding you into the nearest surface, making you state exactly who you belonged to. but since you were being good this time, he relented.

dipping a cold finger into your folds, he collected the juices that wetted the outer lips of your cunt, savoring the warmth it provided him in contrast to his hand. in response, you jolted at the cold temperature, only for eren to hold you down by the waist to prevent too much movement.

working his fingers inside your impossibly tight cunt, he pushed in one, swirling it around in an attempt to find your sweet spot- in which he succeeded. with a hum of approval, he pushed through another finger past the bit of muscle and into your walls, placing it in the same spot the other finger was. curling his digits around that spongy spot and placing the gentlest pressure upon it. letting a pathetic whimper escape your lips, eren is quick to stop what he's doing and reach for your panties.

"w-what are you doing?" you croak, voice weak from the recent stimulation.

"shutting you the fuck up", he snapped back in response. balling up your pair of soaked panties, he stuffed them in your mouth, making you gag a little. he only smirked at the fact you were struggling. "you're just too fuckin' loud. if armin and mikasa weren't downstairs i would let you have at it, but we've gotta keep this a secret baby."

resuming what he was doing a minute ago, he moves his mouth closer to your cunt, ever so gently wrapping his lips around your delicate little clit. your hips bucked upwards as he put his two fingers in their previous spot, pumping slowly in and out.

you're only able to mumble in approval as his pumping turns languid and rough, and before you know it you're already feeling that knot that's all too familiar in your stomach. you yelp into your balled up panties that occupied your little mouth, the sound coming out muffled. erens brow raises as he removes his fingers from your fluttering cunt.

you're about to mutter something in disapproval, but eren starts talking before you. "i told you to stay quitet, princess. what don't you get about that? are you that stupid whore i thought you were? yeah, i thought so."

"'m not a stupid whore", you say, making your statement clear even though there was a piece of fabric in your mouth.

"then show it", eren demands as he slides his fingers back in, his thrusting become too quick for you to resist an orgasm, but still staying quiet so he would let you cum.

you gush all over his fingers, creamy white liquid coating his fingers as he pulls out, and places his fingers in his mouth, licking off the substance. you're reduced to a panting mess on your bed.

"that tired, are ya?" eren mocks you. "too bad. i still've got a hard cock and you're gonna take care of it." he isn't wrong. his print is easily visible in his grey sweats, at its full length and glory.

"more", you pant out. "want your cock, can handle it, eren..."

"i know you can, princess", he coos as he practically rips down his pants and boxers at the same time, exposing his hardened and flushed cock. the tip was tinted red, a few veins protruding through the skin on the side. he had a pretty cock indeed.

"bend over", he commands. shakily, you comply and get on all fours so that your head is near a pillow in case your legs give out. "that's'a girl."

you can feel him come up from behind you, and rub his warm tip over your cunt, making a shiver run down your spine. his size never failed to make you at least just a little bit nervous, it always hurt a bit when it went in but he prepped you well enough that it would slide in easily.

with his right hand, he grabbed the sturdy frame of the headboard, and with his left, started to push his cockhead into your tight little hole. you squealed as you felt his flesh enter you slowly, but soon sheathed his whole self in with one thrust.

"fuck- you're tight", he grunted, and removed his left hand so it was now gripping your ass. you could feel his fingernails digging into the supple skin, likely leaving red crescent marks. after eren took a deep breath or two, he started his movements. and he didn't relent.

the pace he was moving at was almost dizzying, making you let out a few high-pitched wails. his balls slapped up against your behind, lewd noises of skin on skin filling the room. he held onto the headboard, making the bed shake and creak with every new thrust he took.

"eren, eren, eren", you mumbled, completely cockdrunk by him. "more, more please".

eren smirked, his hair starting to fall out of his bun. "liking that? i knew it, you're just a whore. begging for my cock like always, just like the slut i've always known."

his words were mean, but they made you clamp around his dick, making him release a stuttered moan. were you perhaps sick for liking the way he degraded you? you didn't know and didn't care.

"s' good, 'ren", you gasped, wanting him to keep calling you these names and degrading you down to the bone. you would never let any man talk to you like that- only eren could, he did it the right way.

"i know baby, i know", he purred. "m' gonna cum, you gonna cum with me?"

"y-yes!" you shriek, feeling your second orgasm creep up on you, making your stomach do a somersault. "please 'ren! make me cum! need you filling me up!"

eren gave a dark chuckle, and threw his head back into a moan. your orgasm hit you like a truck, the pleasure taking over your entire body and making you shake uncontrollably, squealing into your pillow as your legs gave out. eren knew this was coming, so he removed his right hand from his headboard and put both of his hands under your legs to hold you out as he rode out his high. he jackhammered into you, balls tightening as the knot in his stomach finally snapped, making his cum spurt out of his tip and into your cunt. you were left immobile and speechless, drooling into your pillow as he pulled himself out and let his semen leak out from your hole and all over your sheets.

after he finished panting, he looked over to you. "you good?"

"mmph", you mumble, eren barely hearing you. you meant for that to be an affirmation.

he flipped you over so you were on your back, your sweatshirt still on your body. he cursed himself for not removing it, but there was always a next time. he smiled at your state, knowing he fucked you that good.

“you did good, princess”, he grinned, and pulled up his boxers again, and searched for his phone which he left somewhere in the room.

“eren”, you ask. “where are you going?”

“there’s a party at jeans dorm tonight. you going?”

you sigh. “no, studying for the exam. i need to pass it, maybe i’ll go next time.”

eren nodded, and walked out the door. “thanks again.”

staring up at the ceiling, you wondered how eren could always treat the fact you two fucked on the regular so casually. he always went around and flirted with other girls at parties, but never took them home.

well, it was now or never that you were going to make your move.

you grabbed your phone from your nightstand and unlocked it, your home screen being a photo of you, eren, armin and mikasa all huddled around the couch for a movie night. you opened your messaging app, and clicked on erens contact. this is where you began drafting your message.

| You: um okay hi eren! so thanks for today, it felt really good as always. but i was wondering if maybe you would want to take things further? we can go out to dinner thursday night if you’re free :)

reading it over once before sending, you pressed the blue button that sent the message to him. it took two minutes for him to read if.

the three dots in a bubble popped up on his end of the conversation. you internally panicked, wondering if this was the right choice.

| erennn: i mean don’t we fuck? don’t get me wrong u cool but i mean idk man

your heart quite literally froze at the sight of his message. the dots popped up again, and you held your breath waiting for an answer.

| erennn: so like fuckbuddies basically, that’s all i want rn so uhhhh yeah 💀

this was the exact moment you felt your heart physically sink. fuck, now you’ve embarrassed yourself. would he think your weird?

wanting to act calm and unaffected by his answer, all you wrote was one letter.

| You: k.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot hcs #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #aot smut #snk smut #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren smut #aot eren #eren aot #snk eren #eren snk #eren x reader smut #choking on my water

[xalphacentauri]

His Fantasy- Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

*TW* Stockholm syndrome/ Questionable consent/ Shiggy being creepy/ C*rsing/ Tr*uma/ Kidn*pping/ Bl*od/ Fire/ Violenc*

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 A Night of Unfortunate Events (DRAFT- not done) Words 1,500

It’s so boring down here and as far as I’m concerned no one has come to rescue me. I’m starting to think people are ignoring my disappearance. When I’m alone for this long I can feel my sanity thinning. The only human contact I’ve had in the past week has been with Shigaraki. I sit on the floor of the basement looking through my stolen knick knacks. He’s been gone for hours on a ‘League mission’. I thought I’d be glad to have more alone time, more time to think but I feel myself crave interaction since my life has become so devoid of it.

Last night he told me I’d be moved upstairs which is a relief. Being down here in the dark and constantly breathing in the moldy air has made my mind restless. The more I think about how messed up this whole situation is the more my head begins to ache. Hearing a lock turn brings me back to reality. His form is as tall and haunting as ever as he enters the room. Placing the wax white hand off his face and onto the table, he turns to greet me.

“I have good news” he smiles

He seems to be in a good mood but his speech is a little slurred. He waits for me to respond but I just examine him. Something's off. He walks closer to me, smiling.

“C’mon, lets go” He urges, waving his hand

Looking up at him in utter confusion I utter a small “What?”

He just shakes his head and smiles wider

“Come, lets go”

Shigaraki motions again for me to follow so I do, lifting myself off the ground and navigating around my things toward him. He holds my shoulder with four fingers, allowing some of his weight to fall onto me, guiding me up the stairs. Once we enter the hallway I look up to him to see a large smile plastered across his face. Most of the smiles he shows are either menacing or unhinged but this smile radiates genuine happiness. His eyes crinkle softly and his cheeks are puffy and pink. He actually looks cute but I kick myself internally for finding a mass murderer attractive. What the fuck is wrong with me.

We enter a room two doors down and inside is a messy bedroom. Shigaraki guides me inside.

“Welcome home” he says happily, gesturing to the room

Oh wow, I’m staying here? “Is this your room?”

He walks to his computer and grabs a bottle of clear liquor off the desk, handing it to me.

“Now it’s yours too. Have some, I wanna celebrate.”

So he is drunk. I haven’t been much of a drinker. I’ve had some wine or beers but never enough to get me actually drunk. I look to him and see he’s getting impatient.

“C’mon, drink it” he insists. Grabbing the bottle from my hands and opening it for me.

I take a sip and shiver at the icy sensation in my throat. This tastes like nail polish remover. Looking up I see him look to the bottle and motion for me to drink more so I do. He smiles again, grabbing the drink from my hand and taking a large sip.

“Today was a good test run, and now we have a man on the inside” he brags

I think back to his phone call, what does he mean? This could be important info to remember.

“What happened?” I ask, trying to sound innocent

He walks to the gaming console and inserts a dvd.

“Nomu attack. Lots of people panicked when they realized the number one hero couldn't even defeat him.”

Although his face was turned, I could sense the mood darken.

“He killed the nomu but we have plenty more. I showed them how easily this whole facade can crumble.”

Shigaraki looks at me and pats the floor next to him, his whole demeanor changing.

“Take another drink and we’ll play.”

I walk over to sit beside him, hesitantly taking the bottle from him and drinking a few more times. He takes the bottle from me and takes a few large sips before handing me a controller. I hear familiar music and look up to see that we're playing mario kart.

“Have you played?” He asks sloppily

I look to him to nod but he's too busy going through the characters

“Yeah”

“Are you any good?” He asks seriously

How can someone go from talking about taking down hero society to asking if I’m good at mario kart? This feels too nonchalant and I start to feel the weight of my situation press down on me but my brain is getting fuzzy so I just push those feelings away and answer him.

“Actually I am.” I say

He drinks more of the clear alcohol, handing me the bottle and retorts,

“We’ll see about that”

I drink more and we play. It seems so casual. The more I sip, the more my limbs become heavier and my brain foggier. The first few rounds he won and I found myself getting frustrated. Just let me have one fucking thing. After his fourth win I groan loudly and reposition myself so I can move with the controller.

“I thought you said you were good!!” He laughs, running his hands through his hair

I stretch and glare at him

“I am, I just need to main someone else”

He raises his eyebrows at me with a grin and leans back, handing me the bottle which was half empty at this point. I take a big sip, shivering at the taste while we play. This time I finally get a win.

“YES!” I yell, holding my arms up in triumph

Shigaraki looks at me with a bitter expression and takes the controller out of my hand.

“Were playing something else” He slurs

“Whaaat? But I got my first win, c’mon!!” I complain

He looks to me and I examine his face. There's a scar across his lip.

“How’d you get that” I mumble, pointing at his lip

I unconsciously reach out to touch the scar but he takes my hand and sways a little

“S from a fight” He answers

“Why do you fight so much?” I ask, honestly curious

He just shrugs allowing his head to loll to the side. He releases my hand and steadies himself

“I gotta” He says lazily

I stare at his hazey eyes and find my mind wandering. Feeling bold I ask the question that's been on my mind since I’ve been here.

“Why do you hate heroes? I mean why do you do what you do” I slur

He stares back, blinking slowly

“They don’t do anything for anyone, they just look pretty and smile.”

My curiosity grows as he stares blankly at the wall behind me

“Smiling won’t stop suffering” He says in a darker tone

“Whatta you mean? What’d they do to you?”

Shigaraki glances down to his hands, his expression hardening. Under his veil of blue hair his eyes looked sad. He sat for a minute longer longer before his look softened

“S a long story. I was just a kid and when no one came to help One For All was there”

My stomach felt empty at the mention of One For All. Even as everything swirls around me I have to keep prying.

“How’d he find you?”

Shigaraki places his hand under his chin, propping himself up. Just as I think I crossed the line he finally responds.

“Doesn’t matter. He took me in and raised me. He showed me how corrupt this world his. He molded me and trained me. You should meet him, you could learn a lot”

I stare at Shigaraki while my brain tries to absorb all of this. He was groomed by a villain to become a human weapon. I feel sadness creep in while I think about the awful things he must have gone through for him to end up here. He’s done horrible things but all under the influence of One For All.

“Wha- why are you lookin at me like that?” He mumbles, leaning his head to the side

“Like what?”

“Like.. I dunno like you’re being judgy” he retorts, his brows furrowing and lip pouting

He clumsily grabs the bottle and shoves it onto my lap. I look at the label and see that it’s grey goose vodka.

“M not being judgy, I guess I just wish none of that bad stuff happens to people or to you.” I say while unscrewing the cap and drinking

He scrunches his face into an expression of dramatic confusion.

“Huh?”

I take a second to think but my mouth seems to be the only thing working.

“It sucks that no one came to help. If someone did then you wouldn’t hate heroes this much, right?”

“No one wants to help a starving kid ”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Authors note:

Hi, idk if I’ll finish this, I probably will. As long as people are enjoying it I’ll keep writing. It’ll get spicy at one point, probably the next chapter. This chapt isn’t finished either I was planning for a kiss :) lmk if u like it or send me a message or smthing thank you sir getting this far!