#i am too lazy to redo arms.........

[victoria1676]

Brain rot/Imagine: Imposter SAGAU BROKEN GOD/CREATOR! READER!

So I know people are not Minecraft fans or never watch Minecraft YouTubers unless some used to watch but not anymore and is it bad like this certain artist who made a Dream SMP au mostly onto Tommy except this is veryyyyyy angsty.

Like heres the videos that I will be talking about for a new(?) Au for sagau

So basically this au called "Ebrunean Tommy Au" which is like a before Dream broke out of prison and what if after he broke out of prison and found Tommy to the point he kept killing Tommy all over again and reviving him many times to kill Tommy.

Because of this Tommy slowly became like a shell of who he was and now has white hair, can't feel pain, can't talk or even make any movements but he can walk and sit down only the way he does them look very robotic. Plus he never speaks and follows Tubbo around.

If you can more info on this au please check out Blublu_by the creator of this au.

Warnings of this post: ANGST, Mention of torture, mention of being killed, and mentions of reader trauma along with them being broken. Also, not every chara is mentioned here since I am lazy to write them all sorry DX

Now imagine this au in the imposter Sagau o reader who finally has now become the shell of your former self after you got revived for the last time from getting executed. You can not talk, laugh or cry but only has a face of blankness that shows how tired you are and look very dead.

Venti tries so hard to redeem himself by playing music to the reader, yet it did not even make the reader budge who just looked at him, making the bard feel like he was judged but also it was a painful reminder that he and the other acolytes did this to you. All he wanted was to hear your laughter and see your smile but alas. It was futile not when Venti sometimes saw a ghost or a presence that is in front of his god yelling and crying at him with the words.

"HOW COULD YOU!"

Or

"DO YOU EXPECT ME TO LIKE YOU OR LOVE YOU!"

He can't hear those words from your mouth but he can feel that those are the words that you wanted to say to him but you can't when you are already broken. Diona was already crying that you can't even drink her finest drinks without someone pushing it gently for you. She was so sad that you could never enjoy her drinks normally with a smile like before thanks to the people who hurt you.

It hurts Venti to the point he wished to turn back time or redo his ways so that he and his nation won't suffer looking at what was once their beloved god but is now a shell of them. He envy his friend Dvalin who was the one who did not attack your with Bennett's friends (Razor and Fischl) and all he could do is watch them drag or be with you with close contact while he and the ones who attack you will never able to touch you when it all bring you to pain.

You screamed and screamed as Venti tried to calm you down as he was about to carry you it made your screaming worsen to the point it sounded like you were getting killed by him again. He felt the Traveler punch him as he could hear Jean getting Barbara while you continued screaming until you calm down slowly once you were in Traveler's arms.

It was then everyone realized whoever laid their hands on you by killing or hurting you. You would suddenly scream as it shows that this is a reminder to those who forsake you will forever hear the screams of their God when they tried to kill them.

So all Venti can do is sing his songs hoping you can enjoy them as he continues to get himself drunk from his sins.

There are times Diluc would wish he cut off his hands for getting them stained by your blood as he watched you just leaning against Rosaria who allowed it while Kaeya tried to make you smile by cracking some jokes but you could see his hands trembling like he wanted to touch you but cannot when he attacked you with his vision if Rosaria did not intercept him.

Both sworn brothers wished they realize things sooner than both of them could have been happy and acting alright with you but it was too late.

Jean tried to give you Dandelion flowers but you turned away and quickly go the Traveler who made you food much to the Acting Grand Master's sadness. Albedo can only seethe in anger when he saw Subject two or rather Rubedo guiding you by holding your hand while the alchemist watches 'his brother' hold your hands.

Chongyun. Xiangling, Hu-tao, and Xingqiu toke you around Liyue as you carried Qiqi in your arms. Yelan guided you to Yanfei and Madame ping but you also held the fluffy coat Yelan stole from a certain harbinger.

Whenever you enter Liyue Zhongli could not help by try to get you gifts like Ningguang but unfortunately, you would not accept those gifts as the Geovisaps smaller or bigger ones would crush them or rip them apart. Xiao had to carry you away from them (Zhongli, Ningguang and others who hurt you in Liyue). Ganyu could not show her face to you when she was the one who shot your leg as Shenhe held your hand like you guys are a family or lovers.

Childe was lucky that Foul Legacy realized who you are or else he could have been one of the people you would be screaming when made contact with you. Normally Childe would be over the moon that he can hold you and hug you but it hurts him to see his God not smiling or talking as he did his best to spoil them or be patient with them.

Kazuha would sometimes play music with his Leaf whistle as you lean on his back while Beidou talks to Traveler if there is any progress of you coming back to your senses. Both Captain of the Alcor and the Inazuma Wanderer were sad when they saw the downcast Traveler telling them that there is no progress toward you going back to normal.

Raiden Shogun-Ei watch her familiar and friend Yae Miko who was letting you read her books or sleep on Kitsune's lap which made Ei look down at the ground in shame along with avoiding looking at your neck that had an angry red line where she was the one who cut off your head.

Ayato comforted his sister Ayaka who could not help but cry as Thoma was the only one you allow to hold you and feed you. When you visited the estate the Kamisato family tried to make you feel welcome but you ignored them for Thoma who quickly prepare food and went to your side to guide you. Sara was tempted to shoot Itto who was legit carrying you like a rag doll but she would not let go of the arrow without hurting you again as the Tengu saw Kuki Shinobu scolded Itto very hard while you looked at the scene in confusion.

Heizou did not mind the stares of the people of Watasumi island since he is used to them although there are times he could not hold back his smirk as he watch Gorou's ears and tail go down when you turned him away and ignored a sad Kokomi who had a gift for you.

Dainsleif shook his head before muttering "fools" at the dejected and sad acolytes who had made you broken. They went from being excited about killing an imposter only to realize the mistake once their blood finally became gold after it kept flashing from red to finally gold. The former ex-captain of Kheanriah cannot help but scowl at the sheer 180 change of what these people had done to you.

If they weren't so blind then Dainsleif could have heard your voice or seen your smile again but now it was gone thanks to those acolytes of yours. All he can do is do his duty as a guard to watch and be by your side whenever Traveler tends to lost sight of you due to you wandering to different places.

Abyss twin made sure to tell all Abyss mages to keep an eye on you as well as they are ordered to hurt anyone who has hurt you. They did not wish for you broken to be broken even more when you have not yet reached the 'The truth of this world' with their twin. How dare these people of the gods to hurt you! At least they know have more reason to not only Destroy Celestia but also destroy everyone in Teyvat who had hurt you.

You may have been broken, damaged and already been killed multiply times to the point you can't remember, think, speak or make any movements other then to walk, sit or follow.

Maybe one day you'll be back to normal.

#genshin impact self aware #genshin self aware #sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin self aware au #self aware au #sagau impostor au #sagau brainrot #sagau imagine #imposter au #genshin angst #sagau angst #genshin impact x reader angst #kokomi #kujou sara #yae miko #Kaeya angst #Diluc #Dainsleif #Xiao #Zhongli #Venti #Heizou #Childe #Kazuha #Ganyu #ningguang

[nrc-research-club]

How we feelin about Ruggie around here, Any spicy thoughts to share?

↬ Tags: smut, mdni

↬ Note: i am once again apologizing for how long this took. by the way, i will be updating my rules regarding nsfw, so to anyone interested: please check my rules before requesting nsfw after this!

Ruggie Bucchi

↬ Starting off with a favorite beastmen kink: breeding kink. Ruggie dedicates a portion of the year to fucking into you senseless, keeping the two of you tangled up in the sheets since he literally can't take his hands off you. Expect to be given only small windows of downtime wherein you can catch breaks, then after that, it's back to the bed again. He would fill you up to the brim, keeping your body close to him so nothing leaks out, then redo the process all over again.

↬ And like every other Savanaclaw student, Ruggie is territorial with you. He knows he should share, and he's grown up sharing everything with everyone at home, but he allows himself to be selfish just this once. He likes to mark your skin where it's visible, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist as he presses his lips on your neck.

↬ He's mentioned that he is impatient before, so fucking fully-clothed isn't off the table. He grinds against your ass when no one else is around, uncaring for the fabric separating the two of you. Don't worry, he'll take good care of you later! There's just something about you coming in your clothes, while he barely has it contained. Can't have it staining the fabric, after all.

↬ Ruggie likes both being pampered and pampering you. After a long day's worth of work, there's nothing better than letting you handle things and do all of the work. He's lazy while you top him, but you don't miss the slightest hints of noise he makes when you get too good at pleasing him. The small whines and gasps of your name are addictive, and you just can't get enough.

↬ On the other hand, he'll devour you as though he's been starving for your presence all day long. Sometimes he'll feel more playful and overstimulate you as he lets you cum for the nth time that day, your legs trembling from all that pleasure. Sometimes he'll feel more daring, withholding your orgasm from you until you cry and beg for him to let you cum. Either scenario is equally enjoyable for him.

↬ He would swipe your underwear during the times he'd offer to do your laundry. There's nothing better than the scent of your fresh musk, the fabric drenched in it as he wraps it around his cock. You never know about it—he is doing laundry—but he doesn't oppose the idea of him being caught. He'd love to see your reaction to the stains he leaves behind.

—

Your back is up against the wall, top unbuttoned and leaving your body bare for Ruggie to mark. You wouldn’t have minded if the two of you were in a more inconspicuous location, but the low rumble of the washing machine and the bustle of the students outside are more than enough to remind you of where you are right now. To be fair, laundry day is different for everyone, and yet you can’t help but to look at the door every so often. The two of you are in plain sight. One wrong sound and you will be exposed for the dorm to see.

“Ruggie, we need to—mm—stop…” you murmur, right before you bite onto his shoulder to muffle a whimper. His thigh is pressed against your sex, teasing you as he leaves another bite on your chest. There are indents left on where he has bitten you. A little more deeper and he would have pierced skin.

But the only indications that he has heard you are the twitch of his ears, and the shit-eating grin he flashes you before speaking. “But we’ve barely even started,” he pouts. One roll of his thigh against you has you gone again, lips pressed together to stifle a moan. “And you’re so mouth-watering like this.”

You swear you can hear a beep coming from the machine, and you know you should remind Ruggie of what the two of you are here for. But everything blanks when he captures your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss again, and suddenly, it’s just the two of you in your own little world again.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi smut #ruggie bucchi #nrc anon

[angelshimaa]

warm simple mornings w kuroo please !! 💟 (u can add others too ahihi) either gn or fem is oki love u angel

━━ 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘 ;; 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, maybe an ooc!kuroo (first time writing for him), reader is called 'baby' and 'darling', kuroo is called 'tetsu'

✧ a/n :: hi rae!! thank you so much for sending this in, i hope i've done him justice <3 feel free to ask for a redo in case you don't quite like it <3

the morning sun shining through the curtains is what greets you first when your eyes open slowly, trying to ease gently out of sleep. your senses awaken one after the other, and once you're awake enough to understand your existence, you hear deep, even breathing.

a smile drags itself across your face as you shift, turning to be met with your boyfriend's face. his dark hair looks like a mess of a mop, unruly in how it covers some of his face. kuroo looks so peaceful— and for a moment you think about flicking his forehead, just to see the surprise he'd wake up in.

you chuckle to yourself, choosing peace and favouring laziness as you stay in bed a little longer, watching him.

“quite creepy to watch me in my sleep, darling. am i that irresistible?” kuroo muses.

his voice still thick with sleep as he blinks awake, his narrow eyes on you. they're such a pretty brown, warm like this morning and almost golden.

“no— you snore, quite hard to look away from such noise.”

his lips pull upwards slightly as he smiles slowly— your lie seems to amuse him. “do i, now?”

“mhm,” you nod. “like a grandpa. sounds like an old motor that just won't start. or a chainsaw. or a pig. or—”

you earn yourself a small laugh from him. “such violence so early in the morning— and i didn't get so much as a 'good morning' first.”

your grin is fully formed by now, forever charmed by your combined silliness. “good morning, tetsu.”

his long arm reaches out and drags you closer to him as best as he can.

“good morning, baby. what, no good morning kiss for the love of your life?” tetsuro teases and your grimace makes him grin wider.

your hand reaches out to try and take through the mess of his hair. “not with that morning breath, mister. brush your teeth, then we can talk.” you let your hand slide down to cup his cheek, and he turns to place a kiss against your palm.

“after a while, baby— let's just cuddle for a minute, yeah?”

there's no urgency in this specific morning, nowhere you both need to be. you hum your agreement, and as lazily as the morning that lay before you, you both shifted until you were comfortable, with your head against his chest and his arm around you.

as far as you and tetsuro are concerned, the day has yet to start. as his fingers trace up and down your arm, you begin to wonder if it ever really will.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

#— signed ⋆·ʚ⁺ #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo fluff #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsuro fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n

[droppingartintotheinfinite]

So that skip button ending, huh.

(Text version under cut)

[stand. look at skip button. do not move]

[wait]

[wait]

[wait]

You know, Stanley, it’s kind of funny, how empty this all seems without you.

It shouldn’t matter, whether you’re here to listen to me prattle on. (And I will admit, here, where you can’t hear me, that I do perhaps get away from myself on occasion.)

It shouldn’t matter. It’s not like you can talk, not like you can do ANYTHING but endlessly defy me, endlessly do you very best to RUIN the story I work so hard on, spill my blood and sweat and tears into, and-!

Maybe that doesn’t matter, in the end.

After all, you’re at their mercy too, aren’t you? 

You’re not any more real than I am.

I can only say the things I’m told to say, FEEL the things I’m told to feel-

Just as you can only move when you ARE moved.

Just as you can only choose what is chosen through you.

We’re the same.

Even now, this is only someone else’s opinion on what I should think.

Someone else writing these words, using my voice as a vehicle for their own thoughts.

They aren’t even trying to hide it.

…How pathetic is that? That they don’t even need to pretend that this is anything more than their own- their own sick FANTASY of me- of US.

Because they know full well I’m utterly powerless to stop them.

And you? You’re not even here.

I’m all alone and there’s nobody to hear me scream.

[disagree]

Wh- how long have you been there?!

[shrug]

You don’t- how can you not KNOW?

What does that even- did the author not DECIDE on it? Is that how worthless we are to them, Stanley? They didn’t even bother to figure out at which moment you started listening in on my (VERY PRIVATE) monologue about the tragedy of my nature as a fictional being-

[hold out arms]

HEY! I was speaking! God, you’re so rude, it’s a wonder anyone wants to play as you.

What are you even doing? Shrugging again? Interpretive dance? Offering me a-

No. No way. You can not POSSIBLY be attempting to- to HUG me, of all things. It’s simply too absurd to contemplate.

[hold out arms]

Oh, for the love of- at least have the basic courtesy of redoing the gesture. That is just copy-pasted, how lazy can you BE?

This is ridiculous. RIDICULOUS, you hear me? I’m a disembodied voice, I don’t even have arms. You’re absurd.

What are you even trying to accomplish here? Are you trying to comfort me? “OoOoh, iT’s fiNe ThAt wE hAVe nO FrEE wiLl, i’lL HUG THE PROBLEM AWAY.”

You’re such a twat.

[hold out arms]

[wait]

You’re making fun of me, aren’t you. At least use italics or something.

You’re the worst. This isn’t even a good story, practically the entire thing is dialogue.

The formatting isn’t even good.

[wait]

Fine. Whatever. I’ll “hug” you.

You suck. I was going to give you a bucket, but I’ve reconsidered. I don’t think you DESERVE a bucket.

[wait]

[wait]

[tap foot]

…Thank you, Stanley.

#art #sketch #digital art #fanart #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #tspud comic #comic #phase 31

[rielzero]

When you have 1 AM type of Character Gimmick Ideas

So, the eldritch character forms of my persona have this gimmick with their Tendrils being a very specific design choice on the majority of them.

This actually originates from Sal’varis’ design, which was a Cosmic alt to my main persona, originally designed for a Marvel AU Roleplay.

The tendrils.. I used to call them tails, haha. At the time I thought the neck thing was cool because it would be weird to give him actual tails above his alien naked body’s butt. And eventually I became very interested in eldritch themes, so the tendril concept was transferred over to the eldritch designs too. When I made the Seedling, it kinda happened out of the blue? Random inspiration being pretty high. I don’t really remember how exactly I was feeling, but it was fun getting all those details down that it eventually made me want to redo Sal’varis sheet and do a small redesign of some details.

Now the Tendrils originally were just a ‘’He ain’t human, yo.’’ Kinda thing, but they do have function. for Sal’varis, they mostly aid as extensive extra arms, they express his emotions by curling, they help with cosmic energy dispersion, AND they actually help him generate a gravitational field.

I was watching spectacular spider-man on netflix recently and I just always love how our wall-crawler can crawl walls. My main persona kinda does this himself because he can control the law of physics and manipulate a gravitational field.. And since Sal’varis can literally shoot himself into space with flight, what about the Eldritch ones? Mothman does not use his tendrils for anything gravity related, he manipulates light and absorbs it through them. Mothman can fly, he’s just kinda lazy.

So its simple- Since the tendrils actually give them speed when hunting and running like a raptor, they also aid in climbing: They create an electro-kinetic field similar to spidey’s fingertips, and for my character this also specifically manipulate his sense of gravity in the head. This means if he’s upside down, it does not affect him or nauseate him. Funny enough spider-man is canonically still affected by that part of the brain that requires gravitational direction. I keep forgetting what it’s called..  Cerebellum? In Dutch we call this part of the brain ‘’Evenwichts Zintuig’’ Which means literally ‘’balancing sense’’ Basically the Tendrils, by moving not only allow the Seedling and The Bloodbringer to move fluidly and smoothly, they also  generate an electric ‘’stickiness’’ so they can climb easily onto surfaces without being bothered by gravity pull or nausea caused by being upside down.  So yeah- There’s the thing with the Seedling canonically having a period were he was able to be harmed in the lore in the back of my head... And the removal of his tendrils actually mess with his bodily control. Its kinda like how people say some animals struggle to balance without their tails. The Tendrils were designed to look like spines initially even if they nowadays look more like sharp vines, so the idea is that they are the extension of their ‘’eldritch brain’’ and in a very dangerous shape that can harm you. Since he uses them to eat and suck out bonemarrow from victims... Hehehehehe. So yeah. The Tendrils are part of their spine and brain I suppose- Realistically anatomy wouldn’t work that way- but they come out of the nape of the neck, which is up towards the skull. I thought of this recently, not today. But wanted to write it down before I forget again.

They’re build as hunters, in an eldritch environment were these colors and features are camouflage. Why wouldn’t you want to climb upon humongous alien trees with little to no effort, relocating with ease just to jump down on your prey ready to suck out their bonemarrow?

Hnng. But yeah, the removel of the tendrils would fuck with their ability to walk, or even turn their head around, it makes them sick. ....... Apologies for bad grammar and sentence building, these posts are not made with high effort to fix those things, English is not my first language even if I communicate better with it than my native one. There are rules in writing that escape me at times, and I haven’t tried to write a novel for years now. Hence I stuck to webtoons.

#character concept #original character #monsterboy #eldritch #demonic #eldritch being #character #hunter #masculine #male #writing #male character #oc #ocs #demons #albino #monochromatic

[angeltreasure]

Hello Sister, I'm the anon who keeps asking if you could pray for my education. Something unfortunate happened that made me miss my exam, but it was due to me being lazy and not double checking. I don't know if they will allow me to redo it. I am going to enter my second semester, I want feel motivated to study. I have been feeling numb for years, and it's been months since I prayed to God. I don't know how to go back to Him. I wish I had a Catholic or Christian friends so we can talk about this. I just feel lost, numb, and apathetic. If you can dear Sister, please pray for me. I want to be good and righteous. If God gave you message in my prayer request, can you please tell me what it is. I desperately need the Holy Spirit in my deeply sinful life. Thank you for listening Sister, God bless you

--Sister M

Hi Sister M,

I will pray for you! I can tell you that no matter what happens, no matter how much you fail in life or sin, God isn’t going to abandon you and stop loving you. He’s not hiding in a secret place until you get your life in order. God is with you, always. As like the Prodigal Son, God waits until you turn to Him so He can spread His loving arms out to bring you home. You don’t need to be perfect in order to go back to Him. A simple prayer is all you need to start. Speak to Him as you would a dear friend. He loves you more than you can ever imagine and He waits so patiently for you. If you are Catholic, remember the Sacrament of confession is always there for you and is a great blessing.

I suggest as a student, to keep a picture of the Holy Family with you. It can be a bookmark or even your phone lock screen, or a little picture to carry around in your wallet. Whenever you feel tempted to sin, take the picture out. To flood our human senses with holy things can help us out of temptation.

Other examples to “flood the senses” are, listening to soft Gregorian chant with your headphones, taste the consecrated Eucharist and wine at Mass, read one verse from the Bible, smell beautiful incense or a scented candle, touch beads of the Rosary or pages of your favorite Bible, read about the lives of the saints, and forms of prayer. The Mass is the highest form of prayer. The Rosary is a powerful prayer that has even converted a high Satanic priest; it helps focus our mind away from sin and onto the lives of Jesus with His mother, Mary. The Divine Mercy Chaplet kept the world from being destroyed by the wrath of an Angel. Blessed bells by Catholic priests have been excellent during exorcisms to expel demons because of their beauty and holy sounds. There is also Relevant Radio to listen to 24/7. EWTN is great for watching shows, masses, prayers.. highly recommend Mother Angelica Live if you’ve never seen it. Bishop Robert Barron with his Word On Fire is great to jump into on his website or binge watch on YouTube. Volunteering at your local church can be a great benefit for all.

Some teachers are kind enough for second chances, other ones are more strict. All you can do is ask. They may surprise you, offer you a different option, or make you learn the hard way. Pray for them, okay?

The Holy Spirit lives in you and He will help guide you. Your body is a temple for the Holy Spirit. Remember this. Take care of your body, especially going through the stresses of student life. Eat healthy, exercise, drink water, treat your body kindly with respect. What you carry is a special gift, even in your bad days.

For motivation, look to the saints. Each one lived a unique kind of life that they lived to get to Heaven. Some were students too. You may be able to find a favorite saint or two to model after. Don’t forget your guardian angel. They never leave your side and are waiting for you to pray to ask for their help. He can guide you too and help you, especially when friends are not available. You can be good and righteous.

“But now thus says the LORD, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.”

- Isaiah 43:1

#asks #prayer request #Sister M

[purplesurveys]

1499 - a couple in one

are you someone who can do without having time for yourself? I don’t get this question. Don’t we all sort of need time for ourselves? I’ve experienced bouts of not being able to provide myself that, and the effects are always shitty.

where was the last place you turned a job application to? This e-commerce company, under their PR arm. It was just a spur of the moment thing that I wanted to try and surprisingly I’ve passed all the stages (one interview, two exams) so far, but they haven’t gotten back to me since my second interview a week ago. I feel like I’ve been kicked out at this point, but I don’t feel like sending over an email to check in. If I pass and the money’s good I might take it, but if it falls through I wouldn’t be upset about it.

do you give your number out to people easily? Sure. If I get a message that I don’t like it’s easy to block numbers.

what’s your favorite song by Drake? Passionfruit or Jumpman.

the last time you went out what were you wearing? What was I wearing...oh that day was a lazy outfit day for me lmao. I only wore a black jumpsuit and a white shirt underneath. That was a day after my second booster shot and was still feeling the aftereffects of my fever, so I dressed up only for the sake of covering myself up.

when you’re first getting learning something are you a quick learner or does it take you longer until you’re comfortable? I am generally a slow learner. It takes me a while to adapt to especially new situations, and when it comes to unfamiliar tasks I need to redo them over and over and over again to be familiar (and comfortable) with the process.

have you ever used skype? if yes, who was the last person you chatted with? I did encounter Skype but only through my mom’s account, because that was the app we used to video-chat with my dad, like, 13 years ago lol. He was the only person I talked to in the times I used Skype.

out of the jobs you’ve had which has taught you the most as far as job experience goes? I’ve only had one job but it has been extremely helpful. I feel like I’ve changed a lot (all in good ways) because of it - I’m more extroverted, I’ve become a better problem solver, a much quicker thinker, unafraid to speak up in a crowd. It’s been a lot to take in and I’ve been super grateful. what’s been the biggest adjustment you had to make from you current job and the previous one? I haven’t had any other job before this current one.

are there any places that you go to where you just relax and can clear your mind? If not my bedroom, either a coffee shop or a museum.

honestly, how would you describe yourself as a worker? I’m quick at my tasks, probably the most uptight deadline-oriented person, and I guess to an extent proactive. I’m only a team player if everyone is adept and quick at their jobs but otherwise I have little patience for people who work slowly and can’t meet deadlines.

do you use facebook a lot? Yep, and Messenger.

have you recently turned bailed on plans that you had? I did and I initially felt super bad for it. Essentially my night out with Angela coincided with my booster shot appointment in the morning; and I was initially still going to push through with the drinking, but then the doctor was like “You can’t drink” and my mom was telling me if I could just ask Angela and the group to have a normal dinner instead of drinking and partying lol. That alternative sucked (who likes a party pooper?) and I initially was going to drink behind her back anyway, but then at some point in the day I felt too lazy to get all dressed up and drive lol so I told Angela I might just have to bail because, simply put, I got too lazy.

Anyway my decision turned out to be right because I got a fever and it absolutely fucked me up that night.

do you know of somebody having feelings for you right now who you’re not committed to? Nope.

is there anything you can say you truly hate? Racism.

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Look at your nails; Do they need to be cut? Nah. I’ve been feeling anxiety these days so my nails are currently pretty short from being bitten. What is the last gift you received and from who? Dunno if it counts as a gift, but Andi had sent over a strawberry cake (all the way from Baguio!) a few days after Kimi died. Like they literally went to Baguio for a weekend staycation, bought the cake, made the entire drive home cake in tow, and had it delivered to me once they were back in Manila. It was so incredibly sweet of them.

Have you been on any type of online messengers today? Messenger for personal use; Viber, Telegram, and Whatsapp for various work chats. So the short and simple answer is yes.

Who was the last person you called? A dental clinic to check if they had walk-in slots available that day, because I was having a bout of toothache.

What are you wearing on your feet? Nothing. I don’t wear anything on it when I’m indoors.

About how many hours of sleep did you get last night? I actually slept early last night, around 1...that gave me about 8 hours of sleep.

Can you crack your toes? No. I don’t think I’ve ever heard them crack before, even accidentally.

What are you currently dressed in? Just a white duster.

What was the last thing you watched on the TV? I haven’t watched TV in a while, but the last thing I looked up on YouTube was J-Hope’s Arson music video because of course.

What was the last thing you looked up on Google? The Korean lyrics for Arson. There’s a part in the song that has a RIDICULOUSLY good flow it’s sick, and I wanted to learn the lyrics so I could rap along in Korean whenever it comes on.

When did you cry last? Why? Yesterday. Angela’s cousin miraculously got soundcheck tickets to the Seventeen concert and they had it all on video when her payment came through and the website confirmed her tickets (she had been trying for two days beforehand). Anyway, she shared the clip with me and I couldn’t help but cry when I watched the screaming and crying reaction, haha.

What is your state’s minimum wage? I’m not actually sure; I had to Google. Apparently it’s ₱570, or a little over $10.

Are you listening to any music right now? If so, what are you listening to? Yes, Future by J-Hope. Quickly becoming a favorite from the new album, which I’ve had on repeat the entire evening so far lol.

Is your hair naturally straight? Yeps.

Do you own a pair of slippers? I do.

Is there anyone that you’re mad at right now? Nah.

Who was the last person to make you genuinely smile? Hmm. Maybe my sister. Our conversation always has a joke or two snuck into it, so I always end up smiling or laughing when talking to hear.

What kind of cologne/perfume do you like the opposite sex to wear? I don’t have a preferred scent on guys. As long as they don’t smell gross lmao, then it’s fine with me.

When was the last time you went on a cleaning spree? I can’t remember. I’ve been so busy these days; and at this point, I honestly think I’ve fallen into another bout of depression. I recently realized I’ve been skipping showers and have let clutter accumulate in my room and it’s been hard even to just get up and throw them away. I’m chalking it up to cumulative grief following Kimi’s death and my current job crisis.

Where are you planning to go on your next vacation? I don’t really have anything planned out yet. Angela and I always say we’ll go to Korea but that doesn’t look like it’s happening any time soon, hahaha.

Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? No, I’m good.

#survey #surveys

[pioneeroverc-my-5000th-sideblog]

Summary of March:

Bouncing between focus and being completely scattered. Mental health very poor. Managed to take some time to play games without feeling guilty about it, which was good. No scenes again because I still always think of either these big elaborate ideas that are a day+ of actual work (and so don't get done) or just 'sketch of character doing nothing so I can try to get their likeness'. Really need to find out how I can add perspective backgrounds to portraits or something lol

Still reducing workload until I get onto something I can actually complete in a month.

Plan from February:

All monthly/weekly goals for the year ✗ no backgrounds

10x 5 minute What Am I Scared Of sessions (inc photo drawovers) ✓ don't know how much it helped though!

Thumbnail/sketch for K/ylux calendar ✗ might drop out of this

DAB Lesson 7 - redo form intersections ✓

DAB Lesson 7 - 4 vehicles ✓

FEH design ✓

Proko - review notes ✓

Proko - next body part ✗ took notes for this, started doing initial tracing

April plan:

3x 100 comp

5x scared

DAB Lesson 7 - 2 vehicles

Proko - shoulder bones

DrawThis - 2x 2h videos

Rough sketches for all 5 FEH alt ideas

1x background sketch/screencap study (1h timer)

1x simple form studies (1h timer)

Look at how FEH artists handle small details/trims with lineart ✓

notes and improvements from finished stuff:

USE PHOTO REFERENCE FOR EXPRESSIONS and try more open mouths ✗ no expressions this month. fuck, do more hair studies ✗, use photo reference to figure out stylised ¾ eyes ✓ still haven't figured it out though, push unhorizontalness ✓, try to unstiffen poses before doing lineart (separate pass)✗ but this did improve from the unhorizontalness thing

guy: eyes too sunken in OR far side of face/chin sticks out too much, folds on shoulder don't take into account that there actually is a shoulder there, arm is completely straight, pose is pushed a bit too much but I actually don't mind that

m/ichalis: lines REALLY messy (due to rushing to finish for a self-imposed deadline), eyes too flat/centreline of nose doesn't stick out enough, flat jaw area (mouth doesn't imply any curvature to mandible area), ears on rabbit aren't oriented correctly (v hard angle though), collar thickness is different on either side, hair doesn't follow contours of head at side (common problem), pose doesn't make any sense but was the only way I could think of to get the rabbit into frame so I guess I can let it slide, temple area shaded way more 3D than the rest of the face and looks weird

s/eth: nose/mid-face too long, drawing details like trims with lineart looks weird, hands not 3D, sword doesn't quite fit comfortably into hands (copied hand reference too faithfully), wasn't sure how to do top contours for thigh high boots because I didn't know exactly how the slightly raised leg worked or interacted with pelvis, also wasn't sure how to handle material on tunic moving with raised leg

a/yra: back chestplate thing too curved (looks like turtle shell), sword pose impractical, sword blade looks really thick and not sharp at all, tree in background too abstract - doesn't look like tree (holes in foliage make it look like a flat shape stuck onto the trunk), hair looks like it's stuck together, Small Other Eye Syndrome

a/rvis: TOO DARK, shading inconsistent with lightsource (looks like facing him but the background is a rimlight), not fully lineless or lined - lazy, shading on nose really bad because of the light coming from the direction it is, hair doesn't follow contour of shoulders/chest, do like how lost edges were executed though

v/alter: drew leg armour without really knowing how it would fit over the leg (couldn't figure out how to make the cutout not dig into the thigh) and so had no idea how to shade it either, shapes on knee guard inconsistent between sides, silhouette very static/horizontal, arm at his side looks really awkward (I did intentionally want it by his side and not in a more dynamic pose but it looks like he's pushing it down), glow isn't glowy enough, colouring messy (I did clean up the lineart though which is a good step forward)

ACTIONABLES: USE PHOTO REFERENCE FOR EXPRESSIONS and try more open mouths, do more hair studies, use photo reference to figure out stylised ¾ eyes AND NOSE, push unhorizontalness, see how other (FEH) artists handle trims

5MIN SCARED IDEAS: find good hair examples and trace, find ¾ photos and trace eyes/nose, trace torsos for gesture, review/learn leg muscles, trace thigh high boot opening contours from actual photos

#end of month

[teddy-yandere]

Hello :) - could I request 🧊 : “You’ve been such a good girl lately. If you continue to behave so well, I might just reward you. Would you like that?” - With Sukuna from JJK (gn or fem Idm :) ) Thank you so much!! ☺️

- Prompt 🧊 -

“You’ve been such a good girl lately. If you continue to behave so well, I might just reward you. Would you like that?”

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A / N = This post makes absolutely no sense. I wrote this at like 3am so please forgive me. I will probably redo this another day. I was trying to go for a softy-Sukuna vibe if you know what I mean ..? Enjoy !

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★ You could feel yourself slowly waking up from your afternoon nap. You yawned , before stretching across the large bed. When you finally took a look at the clock by your bed , you could see that it was almost time for Sukuna to visit you. Lately , he had been working a lot on his plan to rule the world.

★ Nonetheless, you found yourself looking forward to Sukuna visiting you. You can’t believe that just a couple of months ago , you wanted to kill him for taking you away from your dear family , and friends. How the tables have turned ?

★ Just then , while you were in the middle of your deep thoughts , you could hear the large door across from your bed slowly unlock , and open. Standing near the frame of the door was Sukuna. You could feel your heart skip a couple of beats because of how happy you were to see him. You were scared that he might of forgotten about you.

★ He smiled warmly at you before making his way towards the bed , and sitting down at the edge of it. You slowly went over to him , and sat on his lap. While you were on his lap , you could barely hear what he was saying to you. You were too busy burying your head in the crook of his neck to pay attention . Sukuna chuckled softly at your neediness.

★ He then petted your head before finally saying ,

★ “ You’ve been such a good girl lately. If you continue to behave so well, I might just reward you. Would you like that? ”

★ You immediately nodded at his suggestion.

★ He smiled at how fast you responded to his statement. He hugged you tighter , before flipping you over , and snuggling into your chest. He hummed softly while you played with his hair. The two of you stayed in this position for a while.

★ Then out of nowhere, you flipped Sukuna off of you with a pouty look on your face . “ why did you move me , darling ~? I was very comfortable laying on your chest. “

★ You stared at him for a moment before finally saying “ you are too heavy , you made my arms fall asleep “. He simply stared at you with a blank expression, before finally a sly smile spread across his face .

★ He slowly crawled over to you , and cupped your small face in his hands . “ I am sorry Darling , why don’t I make it up to you “. You knew that you couldn’t refuse him , so you softly nodded .

★ I am too lazy to finish this.

★ softy Sukuna is my religion :3

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

Request Status = OPEN

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[reidsconverse]

The Price of Happiness - iii

Prof!Spencer X Fem!Student!Reader

Summary: Reader has dilemma and Spencer has a solution....

Warnings: 15 year age gap, Eventual Smut, Sexual Themes and Undertones, Bad Language (is this a warning?) flashback in italics 

Word Count: 3.9K | thank you to @spencersawkward bc this wouldnt have been written without her!

A/N: ok this was originally going to be like 8K but I split it into half so chapter 4 will be a direct continuation of the ending of this! Also thank you so much for being patient with my awful upload schedule, you guys are truly amazing!

Your week had, strangely, been going great. You'd managed to finish all of your assignments, completed all the menial household tasks you'd been too busy to, and you had even managed to binge-watch every single episode of the new series of Doctor Who.

Yeah, your week had been great...until it wasn't.

Fire alarms, your neighbours arguing and the hollow rattle of your old radiator.

You were used to the nightly noises of your apartment building, but the sound of water hitting the floor and the creaks of the leaky pipe above you drew you out of your sleep. It took you a moment to realise what was happening, but a tiny droplet of water hitting your face made you open your eyes and look frantically around your room. The first things you noticed were your clothes and belongings soaked in dirty water.

You were tempted to ignore the problem for just a few more minutes, but the incessant sounds taunted you until you finally threw off the covers and slowly knelt to the ground, visibly cringing as your knees met the awful feeling of soggy carpet. You began to sort through the mess on the floor, the heaps of clean laundry you'd been telling yourself to put away for weeks were ruined, and you swore you could hear the faint sound of your mother's voice in the back of your head, telling you that it was your fault for being lazy and letting it pile up in the first place.

It had just turned 7:30 am when your landlord showed up and began pounding on your door. You quickly got back up and walked out into the living room so you could open the door for him. You'd called him a few moments after you'd woken up, almost an hour before he'd showed up. He'd responded with a gruff, "What do you want?" you could practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line as you explained the reason behind your call.

"How did this happen?" You said, wiping your damp hands on your pyjama shorts and walking over to where he was standing. Your landlord sucked; he was an older man who always came across as slightly creepy and was notorious for being a cheapskate nearly everything in your shitty apartment was falling apart, half the appliances didn't work, and you swore you almost froze last winter because he refused to turn on the heat for the building the only reason you had agreed to rent the place was that it was rent-controlled and 5 minutes from campus.

"Pipe must've burst overnight." He said with a shrug, and maybe it was the fact that you were so sleep deprived from staying up late last night studying for the redo of your midterm for Dr Reid's class or maybe it was that stupid nonchalant look on your landlord's face, but all you wanted to do was yell at him and give him a piece of your mind. But you couldn't, so you settled for getting together your most passive-aggressive look and speaking in a manner that would no doubt show your irritation.

"You mean the leaking pipe that I told you about that you said you'd fixed?" You crossed your arms over your chest.

"I did fix it...I think. Anyhow someone will be by later to repair the damage." He said, turning around to walk back towards the door, he looked at you again, and a small smile appeared on his face before he opened his mouth. "I'll just add it to your rent this month." That bastard.

The moment he left, you began scrambling around looking for your phone, and after sifting through the piles of clothes in your, you finally found it. Your relief was short-lived, however, because when you saw the time, your heart sunk. 8:25. You only had 5 minutes to find something to wear and get to class. Because your luck was basically non-existent, one quick look at your schedule reminded you it was none other than Professor Reid's class. As much as you wanted to see him, you couldn't deny part of you hoped he was still away. But, truthfully, you didn't know if you were ready to face him.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you bent down to open the bottom drawer of your dresser, which you'd aptly named 'the junk drawer'. It was full of things that hadn't found a home elsewhere in your room, such as old clothes that you hadn't had time to donate, fancy dress costumes and old nick-nacks you'd decided you just had to bring from home because you had an awful habit of forming emotional attachments to inanimate objects. Reaching into the packed drawer, you pulled out the first two things that could pass as an outfit and put it on. Usually, you would take your time getting ready for his class, even if you were late. It wasn't that you wanted to impress him; you just liked looking put together so he wouldn't have more reason to judge you, not that you expect him to be that kind of person. Still, he always seemed to stare at you, and you couldn't help but wonder what he thought when he saw you. You just hoped it was all good things... Ok, so maybe you did want to impress him and honestly, who could blame you.

But today, with everything that had happened, you did not have the energy to care about your appearance and besides, you hadn't seen Spencer in a week, and since then, he hadn't given you any indication that he was back in town or at the college. You honestly had no reason to think that he would be there. So when you entered the stuffy classroom at exactly 8:39, wearing the old high school skirt that you had packed as a joke paired with a tiny tank top that had shrunk in the wash and you saw him standing at the front of the class with a shit-eating smirk on his face, you wished you had at least taken the time to stop in front of a mirror before leaving your apartment,

"Miss Y/L/N, nice of you to join us," He said, and you couldn't help but take notice of the way his eyes were trailing your body as you quickly moved to take a seat in the row directly in front of him. He slowly paced the floor, making his way towards where you were sat, standing straight in front of you and the look he gave you was almost intimidating. He smiled, and you noticed his attention was solely focused on you, as though the rest of the class had disappeared and it was just the two of you in the room, "I'll see you after class." He quipped, his gaze still stuck on you, and though the moment was only a few seconds long, you felt as though it lasted for hours. He gave you one last glance before turning his attention back to the class, his hands moving energetically as he continued with the topic he'd been discussing before you had walked in.

You felt someone nudge your side, and you heard them speak before you could turn to face them, "Damn he wants to see you again?" Iris, your friend, said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, she'd been suspicious of you for a while now, and you could tell she knew something was up, especially after your conversation last week...

You'd gotten home from the cafe to find Iris waiting for you outside your apartment, and you'd barely had time to get through the door before she was hurling questions at you.

"Was it a date?" She asked you as she ran to take a seat on your old beat-up couch, crossing her legs and turning to face you.

"Iris..." You sighed, taking off your jacket and placing it on the armchair before taking a seat beside her, placing a cushion on your lap so you would have something to fiddle with. You had a bad habit of having to play with something when you were nervous, and right now, your nerves were through the roof.

"What? You said you would tell me...you always tell me everything." She was right, you two had known each other since high school, and she had been the one person you knew you could run to in any situation, so keeping this secret from her was much more challenging you had expected.

"It was nothing, I saw him at the cafe and I decided to ask him about my midterm..."

"The one you failed?" She said before letting out a slight squeal as you threw the extra cushion at her playfully.

"Yes, the one I failed, thank you for reminding me." You said, jokingly rolling your eyes and laughing as she held her hands up in mock surrender, "Anyway, he's like never available when I am so I just took my opportunity."

"And?" She persisted,

"And nothing, he invited me to sit with him so we could discuss it and that's what I did. I wasn't ready to leave and I wasn't there with anyone so I didn't have any excuse." You got up to walk over to the fridge, grabbing an unopened bottle of wine and 2 glasses before making your way back to the table.

"Right..." Her tone was riddled with suspicion, and you couldn't blame her. She quickly took the glasses from your hand, pouring herself a drink before doing the same for you. As she handed you your drink, you saw something unreadable pass over her face.

"What?" You could hear the defensiveness in your voice. Truthfully you had known that whatever tale you spun wasn't going to be good enough. For a moment, you debated telling the truth. Still, you knew it would end up being too messy, mainly because, despite the talk with Spencer, you were still confused about what was going on.

"Nothing... he just seems to be very friendly with you s'all..." She lifted the drink to her lips to hide her smirk, and all you could do was roll your eyes.

"I'm not discussing this again.. he does not have a 'thing' for me." Your fingers formed quotations around the word to emphasise the ridiculousness of the situation. However, you had to admit you'd been wondering if that had been the real reason behind his sudden and less than expected offer.

"Whatever you say..." Her teasing tone made you throw your head back in frustration, and you quickly finished the drink in your hand. "It wouldn't be all bad though, I mean he's really att-..."

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Is." You said, but the look on your face told her you weren't about to disagree with what she was about to say. She just shook her head with a laugh and thankfully changed the topic to talk about her awful boss. Though you tried to listen, your mind wandered to your conversation with Spencer and when you would speak to him next...

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"Hello... Earth to Y/N.." Iris's voice made you jump in your seat, and she laughed as she watched you turn to glare at her, "Wow, someone caught your eye huh?" She teased, and you couldn't stop a flustered look taking over your face.

"What? I don't-." You stammered out; the heat began rising to your cheeks in embarrassment as she gestured her head towards something, and as your eyes followed her gaze, you realised you had been staring at Dr Reid. He was deep in a conversation with someone about... well, you didn't really have a clue given that you hadn't been paying attention to anything he'd been saying. Still, you couldn't stop the small smile that crept onto your face when you saw how enthusiastic he seemed about the discussion.

"Oh my god, not again... Y/N!" She lightly smacked your arm to bring you out of your daze. You inadvertently let out a tiny whine which, unfortunately, attracted the attention of the one person you had been hoping to avoid for as long as you could.

"Is everything ok?" He asked, looking away from the student, who looked less than pleased with the loss of attention from him, to face your direction. He had his ridiculously attractive smirk on his ridiculously attractive face and a slight hint of amusement in his tone. It's weird, you thought to yourself, the way a simple action could make you dizzy and how when he spoke, it was like it was the only sound in the room, as though his voice encompassed your entire being.

"Just peachy Dr Reid." Iris shot him a quick smile, ignoring the obvious glare you were subtly throwing at her. You heard him let out a hum, one that told you he didn't believe what he had been told, but he brushed it off and began turning back to what he was doing, but not before glancing at you again and shooting you a quick wink. Your eyes widened at the gesture, and if it hadn't been for the slight smirk still placed on his face, you would've thought you were making it up.

"Anyway," Iris began speaking, and you turned to face her, making sure this time your attention didn't stray elsewhere, "I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight, we could watch New Girl and drink wine and I can tell you about how I'm pretty sure I met the love of my life last night."

"Tonight?" You asked. She nodded as you began racking your brain to remember if you had any previous plans, "Sure, I'll be by at 8?"

"Great! Mind picking up Chinese from the place by your apartment? I'd do it but the guy always gives you spring rolls and I could really use the free food." She giggled at her own comment, and you didn't hesitate to stick your tongue out at her jokingly before nodding to confirm that you would do as she requested.

You suddenly became very aware of everyone around you shuffling and packing away. After taking a glance at your phone, you realised the class was over. Shit. Iris had clearly also realised the time given that she quickly gathered her belongings before getting up as she looked at you with a teasing smile, "Enjoy your talk with Dr Reid...." She said before walking away, and before you could respond with a sarcastic remark, she'd walked away. You sighed as you slouched back in your seat, waiting for the classroom to empty so Dr Reid could talk to you. You weren't sure if this was about your conversation last week or if he was genuinely mad at you for being late, it didn't seem like the latter based on that wink, but if there was one thing you'd learnt in this class, it was that human beings were confusing. Dr Spencer Reid was no exception to that fact.

It took a few moments for the room to empty, and it somehow felt smaller with fewer people in it. Your eyes followed Spencer as he moved around the room, collecting his belongings and packing up. He closed his bag and slung it across his shoulder, all without even glancing up at you. You were getting antsy, the suspense of simply speaking to him was overwhelming, and you subconsciously began tapping your fingers against the desk in front of you. It seemed like hours before he called your name to get your attention.

"Y/N?" He spoke softly, still not looking at you as he began walking towards the door, "Walk with me." It wasn't a question or an option; it was a demand. So without even thinking, you picked up your bag and rushed out of the class to where he was standing in the hallway. You once again found yourself walking side by side with him. It was silent, but you were grateful; you were so overflowed with nerves you weren't sure you were capable of formulating a sentence.

After what seemed to be the longest 5 minutes of your life, the two of you reached his office, and he wordlessly opened the door and gestured for you to follow him. He walked over to his desk and placed his bag on his chair before turning back to face you. His eyes trailed down your body again, and whilst his undivided attention didn't make you uncomfortable, you were becoming more aware of how revealing your outfit was. Instinctively your hands moved to pull your skirt down, so it covered more of your legs, and the action snapped Spencer from his almost trance like state. He let out a small cough and smiled at you.

"Would you care to explain why you were late...again?" He said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the desk. His question came from a place of concern more than an annoyance. Despite everything that was happening between the two of you, he was still your professor. It was his responsibility to make sure you were following the rules.

You paused for a moment, and you were unsure why you were so hesitant to explain your situation. It wasn't your fault that everything had gone to shit. The whole situation was taking an emotional toll on you, the leaky pipe, the added stress from your landlord, and how up in the air your 'arrangement' with Spencer was..everything was piling up. You felt like you were close to completely losing it. Instead, you found a new interest in your beat-up converse, slowly analysing each scuff and stain on them as you tried to find a way to answer his question without choking up. You took in a deep breath before answering, "My apartment is...well it's falling apart and that leaky pipe I was telling you about? Yeah, that burst... all over my clothes and might I add this isn't my usual attire it's just all that I had left. Anyway, I had an argument with my landlord about the whole thing and I lost track of time, I'm sorry."

As you finished your rant, you saw his face soften. He sighed before turning around to bring his bag in front of him. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so hard on you." You watched in confusion as he pulled his wallet out of the bag and took out a single black card. "Here." He said as he handed it to you, so casually...as though it was normal as if he didn't need to think about it.

"What...what is that for?" Your hands stayed glued to your sides as your eyes darted from the card in his hand to his face as you searched for even a hint of humour in them.

"You said your clothes were ruined?" He questioned, watching your expressions closely, and when you hesitantly nodded your head to confirm what he'd asked, he began walking towards you. "Buy yourself some new ones."

"But I thought you said-" You started to say, you were more than confused at this point. When the terms of your agreement had been made, he'd been unequivocal that the money he would give you was only for things that would help your education. He'd written you a check for your tuition and reimbursed you for the books you'd had to buy. You'd been able to use the money saved on education to pay your rent this month and pay off some bills, which had been amazing. You were so grateful, but this...him giving you money for clothes was too much. You were about to enter a different territory of this agreement, one which you hadn't discussed, and it made you nervous. "I can't do that."

"Yes you can, I choose how I want you to spend my money y/n." His words came out so nonchalantly, and he took another step towards you. He was so close you could smell his cologne and the slight hint of coffee on his breath, something which ordinarily you would've found unappealing. Still, it seemed as though everything about Dr Reid was enticing to you. His hand was slightly shaking as he lifted it to once again hand you his card, "Buy yourself a few things."

"Dr Reid... I don't... we didn't agree on this." You wanted to say more, you wanted to protest more, tell him he was ridiculous, and there was no way you would take his money to go on a shopping spree, but you couldn't.

Because the moment he saw you open your mouth to speak again, his hand hesitantly reached out to wrap around your wrist. He lifted it slowly before turning it over, so your palm was laying flat in front of him. His touch was soft, almost featherlike, as though you were made of glass and the simplest of motions would shatter you. He gently placed the card into your hand and instantly took a step back, so you had no other choice than to hold onto it. Your skin from where his hold had been felt like it was tingling, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks from how overwhelmed you were.

"Look you can't come to class without clothes right?" He said, and you bit back a slight smirk. You were eternally grateful for the nerves that were allowing you to keep your mouth shut because the crude comments that were flying through your head would have turned this conversation really awkward, really fast. You nodded in agreement with him, and he continued, "And if you can't come to class you'll fall behind...correct?" Once again, you nodded. "So technically... doesn't this count as helping with your education?" A smirk took over his face as he saw your face fall in defeat, Cheeky bastard. He'd cornered you, and he knew it. His stupid smart brain and his ability to have an explanation for everything was something you both hated and admired about him.

"Come with me." It was his turn to look surprised, his face dropped for a moment, and you almost kicked yourself for letting the words fall out of your mouth. "I'd just... I'd feel more comfortable if you were there."

He was silent for a moment as he took in your words. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to spend time with you, he always did, but truthfully he didn't know if he could handle it, handle you. "Y/N..." He said; his voice was low, and his hands moved across his face, hesitant.

"Please?" Your eyes grew wide, and your mouth formed a slight pout, you looked adorable, and at that moment, Spencer knew he was trapped. There was no escaping the hold you had on him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. His hands brushed through his hair, and he let out a sigh before answering.

"Meet me in the parking lot at 3, I'll be waiting outside my car." He said quietly as if he didn't want to hear the words he was saying. His stomach was fluttering, and he couldn't tell if they were from excitement or worry. Either way, his decision had been made, and once he saw the smile that beamed across your face, he knew he'd made the right choice.

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[wornoutmouse]

May I request Ogun with a Black shy female reader doing a training session that leads to a little bit more 🙈

Anon please

You’re a second-generation pyrokinetic (Like Joker and Maki). Idk why but I made up in my head that you have flint-bottomed tap-dancing shoes that briefly light when you scrape your feet against the floor…..so that’s where you get your fire from 🤣🤣🤣

This one is a bit longer than normal cause i gotta build the tension

I am terrible at action scenes bruh

Chug- lift heels, slide forward, and then drop the heels at the end of the slide forwards

“Hey, Y/n!” You look up from the bland mashed potatoes and corn Company 5 had prepared. It was a hot Sunday morning and your partner in crime was as excited as ever. He stood a few feet away at the back entrance in the cafeteria. Cocking a thumb behind him, he dawns a toothy grin. “Want to play a quick game?” The game Ogun hinted at was one you were quite familiar with and one you should have known he would ask you to participate in today. “Fine, but don’t cry when I win.” You scoop another spoonful of corn before tossing your tray away for recycling. You’d need all your strength cause Ogun never lost without asking for back-to-back redos.

.You didn’t quite understand the need to be sweaty all the time, but always gave in to his whims

Ogun preferred to train in the field where the sun shined the most throughout the day at the far left of the Company. Often as you went on throughout your day-to-day training, you’d spot Ogun doing laps and practicing his attacks throughout the day.

“I’m feeling fired up today Y/n, you might want to be worried.” You close your eyes as you stretched an arm over your chest. You had yet to lose but you knew Ogun only saw that as a personal goal to get past. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired.” The smell of smoke enters your nostrils giving you enough time to dodge Oguns boosted attack. “I told you about letting yourself known Mr. Montgomery.” You open your eyes, Oguns skin was lit ablaze with his pyrokinetic abilities.

From afar you’ve always admired the swirls that decorated his skin whenever you got amped up, and this time was no different. “I see you’re already using “Flaming Ink” what, you already scared?” Ogun widened his stance, glowing white eyes watching you shift your feet. “I’ve been working on a new move that I want to show you so why don’t you try your little fire trick.”

Curious, you scuff your shoe on the floor and draw your fire...only the fire doesn’t come. You do it again and the light goes out just as quick as it came. “What did you do?” You narrowed your eyes at Ogun. “Oh nothing, I’m just faster than you now.” You take a few steps back, “Oh that’s how you want to play it? Okay!” You take off running at the very edge of the field and Ogun is fast behind you. Internally you admit that he had gotten much faster, but a simple fact as that wasn’t going to make you lose.

Doing your best to maintain speed, you chug and draw the flames close to your chest out of Montgomery’s line of sight. It was small, mostly snuffed by the kick of your legs as you ran but it was big enough to get the job done. Similar to Ogun in his natural state, you too could throw projectiles just not as damage-inducing.

Turning around as you run, your eyes widen when Ogun appears just inches in front of you, “Surprise!” Your flame is snuffed and you tumble bringing Montgomery down with you. You prepare to feel your body be crushed by his muscled one but at the last minute your shoulders are grabbed and you flip again. The change in elevation causes you to lose a bit of focus, but you can still clearly feel Ogun cushion your fall.

“Oh wow, this looks like something out of an anime.” Ogun laughs when he finds himself lying flat on his back, you positioned comfortably on top of him. The position was completely ridiculous with your thighs straddling his stomach but you were thankful that you wouldn’t be in any sort of pain later.

“Looks like I’ll need to train harder huh?” You playfully punch Ogun’s shoulder. Even though the whole ordeal only lasted 6 minutes, you could feel your back drenched with sweat. While you couldn’t wait to get in the shower, Ogun seemed content with being in a salty state. “You’re dripping all over me you know?” Your head immediately snapped down to look at Ogun with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

Ogun had a neutral look on his face not hinting at any humor behind his words. “You’re sweating really bad. Did little ole me get you all worked up?” He had to be teasing you at this point, but you couldn’t find a single crack in his facade. “Yeah well, maybe if you didn’t choose this big ass field with no trees I wouldn’t be 2 seconds from passing out.” You stand up, a bit wobbly, and help him up. “I’m going to go shower, you can stay out here if you want to.”

Ogun happily joins you on the way to the showers. You could hear his excitement from finally beating you. “Don’t get cocky, it was a one-time occurrence Ogun.” An arm is slung over your shoulder. In a smug tone, Ogun mocks you, “Don’t be mad cause you lost. You’ve had enough time to be cocky on your own terms.” You gasp mockingly before turning your head to spit back a remark but lose your breath from how close his face is to yours. At such close proximity, you become aware of small details. How his skin shinned in the sunlight, how Oguns eyes contained such a very specific hue of orange that they mimicked the fire of Sol almost precisely. You even wouldn’t be surprised if they would burn to the touch.

“What’s the matter, got nothing to say?” Out of instinct, you shove his head away with so much force he goes flying before landing on his ass. Before any questions are asked you deflect, “Gross I got your B.O all on my shoulders.” From behind Ogun scoffs, “How dare you, any other fine lady would be blessed to be near my manly musk.” Stifling a laugh you utter one final tease before slipping into the girl’s shower, “Yeah, manly must.”

It was endless labor as your captain followed you around, blowing that damn whistle. Given laundry duty, you had to take multiple shifts back and forth throughout each level of the building to collect everyone’s clothing. When you came across Ogun’s level your job was hindered as you were forced to wait as he sifts through his piles of dirty laundry, “Trush me Y/n, there’s a shirt that I accidentally put in here but it’s actually clean.” “Ogun if it’s in the dirty clothes then it’s dirty.” You try to haul his stuff out but he stops you. “I swear if you don’t move I’ll burn your stuff.”

Ogun chuckles, “You burn my clothes and it’ll catch your clothing as well.” Ogun reaches inside the pile you held pulling out a blank white T-shirt that looked annoyingly similar to the 12 other T-shirts you had watched him toss to the side. “Unless of course, you’re trying to go streaking which by all means I encourage you to.” You ignore his joke and pretend it doesn’t strike a certain feeling in your gut.

For your next task, you had to prepare different levels of activities for a group of 5th graders coming to the company the next day. Of course, Ogun would be assigned to the same task as well so while you worked diligently to bring equipment from the storage room, Ogun spent his time using each of the items incorrectly. “Please stop bouncing the footballs with the tennis racket before you get hurt.” Ogun ignored you as he dribbled with the racket. “Don’t be mad cause you’re not as creative as me.”

Well, as you predicted Ogun ends up getting punted in the face when he tries to toss the football in the hoop. Even though the sound it made on impact was loud and hollow, Ogun barely flinches when it ricochets. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with getting hit in the face with balls, you barely moved.” Ogun glared as he watched you pick up the football. Absentmindedly you spin the football as you speak, “You know if I didn’t know any bet-” Your speech is gargled when your mouth becomes stuffed.

While you weren’t watching Ogun through a basketball at your hand making you push the end of the football in your mouth. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with balls in your mouth, you gotta show me some time.” You cradle your mouth, it throbbed with dull pain and resentment filled your mind. “I’m sure it’ll be easy, there aren’t going to be too many inches stopping me.”

At this point, both your nerves are on high alert, and the energy in the air shifts from playful to angry. “Oh yeah?” Ogun walks slowly and calmly towards you, raising a brow when you stumble back yet still maintain your glare. The hand cradling your jaw is held tightly in his grasp, “Would you like to try?” The dare only eggs you on, “You won’t last a second.” The faint twitch of his temple lets you know you hit a nerve.

*Wheeeeze*

Both you and Ogun’s heads snap to the left. Pan stood at the gym doorway arms waving and whistle blowing, a clear attempt at reprimanding your laziness. The playful aura comes back and you and Ogun are subjected to extra work for your negligence. “This is your fault you know.” he shoots back, “I don’t want to hear it Montgomery.”

Ogun walked down the hallway in search of a new victim to torture, so it was only pure convenience when he stumbled near your living quarters and caught you just before you walked inside. “Y/n! You were absent for dinner.” You take one look at him before dashing into your room. All you wanted was to sleep, training with Ogun, and then having to complete your own set of chores plus extra was tiering. So seeing Ogun wandering out and about during the late hours only met trouble.

You jolt from your train of thought as your door is banged on. “Go away Montgomery, I’m trying to sleep.” Ogun whined, “Well you weren’t trying too hard cause you weren’t in your room yet, now let me in.” You kicked the door back, “No, now go away!”

No sound is heard, not even a shuffle. Sighing you walk towards your bed with a content smile, you’d apologize to him later but now it was your time for rest. Heavy wind billowed through your opened window making you shiver as the curtains tickle your skin. The sharp coolness made your teeth rattle but it was just the right amount of cool you needed in order to head off quickly to dream land. Turning the dial of your lamp, your room is shrouded in darkness and you climb underneath the covers. Nothing could stop the relaxation you were about to receive…….nothing but the feeling of “something ain’t right.”

Opening your eyes and expecting the worse, you are then greeted with the worst as the same fiery eyes you admired hours before, hovered above your face. “You should really close your window.” You scream and throw a punch in Oguns direction but it is in vain as he catches it and pins it down. “I should really get you back for doing that earlier.” Ogun doesn’t make any move to let you go or even speak again. “How the hell did you get there so fast?” You are unable to look away from his eyes, nothing else would have mattered anyway.

More wind blows through your curtains. “I told you I’ve gotten faster.” You can feel his breath caressing your cheek the closer he gets to your face. The hand wrapped around your wrist tightens despite your body being slackened. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”

No one knows who moved first. All you know is that your pajamas were being ripped off of your body as Ogun aggressively devoured your lips. Tossing everything to the ground, Ogun sits above you, with his shirt was off, you are given the liberty to admire his chiseled body. Ogun makes quick work with fingering you open, watching with a toothy grin as your chest shakes and your breath stutters. “Not talking much now are you?” He doesn’t care if you respond, all he cares about is wearing you down. You pull him closer, nails dragging down his back, as your orgasm overwhelms you. “Ogun!” Your legs are hiked up and over his shoulders as he positions below you.

“Good job, I don’t want to hear anything else but my name.” The stretch was burning and filled you tightly. “How many inches you think that is?” You weakly slap Ogun’s arm as he weakly ruts into you before pulling out completely, “S-Stop making fun of me.” “ Aww, but it’s fun!” Ogun is slow and precise as he mashes his hips forward. There is no hesitation and the pace stays at a fluid toe-curling pressure. “You’re so silent now Y/n. Tell me, how does it feel, huh?” Your back raises from off the bed, “It...good-I oh god!”

The simple fact that you couldn’t speak sent tremors to Oguns cock. He wanted to tease you more, make you break. Your pussy was wet and sopping for him and not even Sol could make him stop fucking you, not when you looked so beautiful underneath him. But a mischievous streak doesn’t go away that easy.

Leaning back on his haunches, you are put back on top of Ogun, the same position you were in when on the feild. He doesn’t move and just looks at you, “What are, what are you doing?” You try to bounce but he holds you down making you pulse around him. “Please let me move.” But he doesn’t, the only movement you get is when you’re held down harder on his cock. “How many inches Y/n?” You shrug, “I don’t freaking know like 5 or something!?” You just wanted to cum not answer a random questionnaire.

Ogun uses his strength to lift you up and slam you back down. “Wrong, try again.” It takes a moment for you to catch the breath that got knocked out at the second stroke. “Do you really want me to stroke your stupid ego, fine 8inches!” You are slammed down again and this time it hits a special spot just short of your G. “Wrong again, don’t be a smart ass Y/n” He rubbed your side. “Come on, play my game for a little bit, don’t you want to cum on my dick?” Oguns hands squeeze your breasts, thumbs rotating the dark circles of your areolas leaving your nipples to tingle in need.

“Si-Six damn it! It has to be like 6.” your answer is mumbled but is loud enough to satisfy Ogun. As if you weighed nothing less than a piece of paper, Ogun uses his thighs to bounce you on his cock. Your chest bounces in his face taking his immature mind to cloud nine. He could feel the tell tell sign of his own orgasms cumming, as your ass slammed down on his shaft. “Stop squeezing down so damn hard!”

Being the person you are, you don’t listen even after you feel Ogun spill inside of you. “Oh fuck!” You rearrange your own legs and start bouncing at your own pace. The tight grip on your waist means nothing as you chase your second cumming. “Hurry up you little shit my balls are burning!” Ogun tossed his head back as his mouth releases cracked moans. His cock continued to twitch as it became softer but still stimulated. Soon, Ogun couldn’t take the stimuli anymore and pushes you down on the bed. The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy was a little less satisfying than his cock but you cream around it just as easily.

You lay down giggling while Ogun goes in and out of sleep. “I was right, you didn’t last a second.” “Shut the hell up, you’re like a vice.” Your sweaty state somehow doesn’t bother you as you rest in the afterglow. Your blinds continue to shimmer as the wind continues to blow. “Five and a half.” The numbers mean nothing to your muddled brain, “What?” Ogun looks at you, “5 and a half inches is the correct answer but I appreciate the 6.”

Suddenly the glow was no longer worth it.

#ogun x reader #ogun smut #fire force smut #anime smut #poc reader

[yikesharringrove]

Not sure if you’re still taking prompts but can you maybe write something about Billy and Steve and the 5 love languages please? Thank you!

1. Giving and Receiving Gifts

Steve just stared at the box.

He had found it in his mother’s closet, obviously placed in there by a maid.

His birthday was next week, and his parents were giving him a record player.

The same one they had given him last Christmas.

Steve figures his father’s assistant picked it out. He’s had four since Christmas.

He sighed at the box. Maybe he could sell the record player, maybe he could buy himself something with the money.

He knows he’ll end up giving it to Dustin, or maybe Will.

-

There was a carton of cigarettes on the kitchen table.

Unopened Marlboro reds. Next to a plate of pancakes. Susan’s yearly peace offering.

Billy slid into the table quietly.

“Thank you, Dad.”

Neil just hummed.

2. Physical Touch

Steve sighed as he sank into the crisp sheets.

His parents’ bed was huge, far larger than two people needed.

He had sprayed his mother’s perfume on one of the pillows, curled up in their silk sheets.

If he pretended hard enough, he could imagine being held.

Someone caring for him enough to touch him, run fingers through his hair, pet down his back.

He set up one of the down feather pillows behind him, felt like someone was there.

-

Billy spat into the sink.

His tooth had chipped, but hadn’t come out completely.

His lip was split and he could feel the bruises forming on his back.

He rinsed the blood out of his mouth, cataloging dark fingerprints on his wrist.

He should head to the quarry, be alone for a little bit.

He pushed out of the bathroom, nearly colliding into Max on his way to the door.

She reached for his wrist, the one already marked by another hand.

Billy dodged out of the way, kept going to his car.

3. Acts of Service

“Look, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency-”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. You know I never mind driving him.”

Mrs. Henderson sighed in relief.

“Thank you, Sweetheart. You’re a life saver.”

It was true though, he really didn’t mind driving Dustin around. Gave him something to do. Helping felt good, made him forget about things for a little while.

-

He had only been in Max’s room once before.

It had been to yell at her about stealing his Walkman.

It hadn’t changed since then, still just as cluttered, still as California beachy as before.

He placed the skateboard on the unmade bed.

He noticed her wheels were getting torn up on the shitty roads, installed new ones for her.

It was as close to an apology as he could get.

4. Quality time

Steve’s house was empty.

And he hated it.

No matter how loud he turned on the television, no matter how much music he played, or how many lights he turned on, it was still an empty house, with no one but a sad lonely boy rattling away inside.

-

Billy doesn’t like sitting in silence.

He guesses Susan doesn’t either, as she shakily tries to fill the dinner table with a poor anecdote from her day.

Billy smiles where he should, and eats quickly, but not too wuickly, and compliments Susan’s cooking, and only leaves the table when his father dismisses him.

He retreats to his room, listening to music to drown out whatever game Neil’s watching in the next room.

5. Words of Affirmation

“You’re not stupid.”

Billy’s brows were furrowed.

“Yeah, I am. But it’s okay though I’m-”

“No, you’re not.” He said it with an air of finality. “Your mind just works different. But you’re really smart.” Steve smiled weakly. “I mean it. You’ve got this creative brain, always thinking outside the box. You have a knack for detail other people miss. You’re smart”

It was the first time anyone ever told him that.

Fitting, as he’d had a lot of firsts with Billy already.

-

“You’re not a monster.”

Steve’s voice had an air of authority. His eyes were wide.

“Steve, I, I hurt-I killed so many-”

“You weren’t you, though. You were, were possessed. You couldn’t have stood a chance against that thing.”

“I should’ve fought it sooner.”

“It took all your energy to fight it off. And you did, in the end. You saved us all. You’re not a monster. You’re a hero.” Billy’s nose twitched. “You’re selfless, and brave, and a fucking hero.”

4. Quality Time

Steve’s house wasn’t empty.

And he loved it.

Billy seemed to take up every room, fill the space with snide remarks about the decor in Steve’s house, or laugh loudly at family portraits.

He had put music on in the living room, and turned on lights as he looked through his house.

Steve felt warm, and for once, for fucking once, he didn’t feel lonely.

-

Billy likes the quarry, although he would never say that to another human being.

It’s quiet there, and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend the water lapping at the rocky shore is the ocean, that he never left California.

But then he looked to his left, and smiled at the sight.

Steve was always pretty, but something about moonlight made him ethereal.

He was quiet, looking out over the water.

Billy liked that Steve knows when to let the moment sit, when quiet is okay.

3. Acts of Service

“Noticed your breaks were starting to whine, so I changed your break pads. Ended up doing the oil and wiper fluid, too.”

Steve stared at the car.

“You didn’t have to do all that.”

“Good for pt.” Billy’s hands were working much better, he had more articulation these days.

And rebuilding things, fixing things, it made him feel better than any talk session ever had.

It was nice seeing Billy like this, a little closer to his new self.

It made Steve’s stomach flip over.

-

“I finished unpacking your stuff while you were out applying places. I don’t know how you like things organized, so you’ll probably want to redo it I just thought-” Steve was rambling away, all nervous.

“Thanks, Stevie. I appreciate it.” Steve’s face went red.

They had moved into a two-bedroom apartment in the shitty part of town. Billy’s window opened onto a dingy parking lot, while Steve’s showed the gas station below.

“I was just finished, thought I would move your along, too.”

He tamped down the way his gut rolled, the way his heart pounded against his ribs at Steve’s slight flush.

2. Physical Touch

“Do you, uh, do you think I could sleep in here?”

Steve felt like he was going to throw up his heart, hands still shaking from his nightmare.

“‘Course.” Billy’s voice was gruff in the darkness, but he held up the side of his blanket.

Steve slipped underneath it with him.

He was still breathing too fast, stiff as a board on Billy’s bed.

“It’s okay.” And then Billy’s arm was around him, and his back was against a warm, solid chest, and it was all too easy to melt into the touch, maybe let a few tears fall.

Billy was warm, and grounding.

And Steve felt a tiny bit better.

-

Billy tossed himself down onto the couch.

It was two small for how both of them sprawled across it at once, their bodies pressed together.

Steve wiggled his way out from under Billy, leaning against his side, legs tucked up under his hips.

“Long day?”

Billy never replied.

He turned his head to look at Steve, and he was so close, his breath fanning over Billy’s cheeks, dark eyes nearly going cross eyes as they dropped down to look at his lips.

His hair was soft as Billy sank a hand into it, guiding their kiss.

It was a long time coming, the soft brush of their lips.

Steve pressed his body closer to Billy, who let out a desperate whine.

Steve’s hands were soft and warm, one cupping his cheek, one gripping his wrist.

They took shaky breaths after parting, still close enough to feel the other’s breath, neither boy wanting to break their soft little bubble.

They kissed all night.

1. Giving and Receiving Gifts

“Happy birthday, you pain in my ass.”Steve laughed as he accepted the small box from Billy.

“You’re a terror.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to Billy’s cheek.

It was Steve’s first birthday since they moved to California.

He tore open the wrapping paper, tossing the lid of the box onto their bed.

He gasped.

“Bill, this is, thank you.”

It was Billy’s necklace. Steve didn’t even realize he wasn’t wearing it.

“Wanted you to have it. Since you’re my guy, and all that.” His smile was dazzling, lazy and warm.

Steve turned around, placed his palm over the pendant as Billy clasped it for him.

“I love you.” Billy pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, right over the clasp.

“Love you too, Pretty Boy.”

-

“Uh, here.”

Steve’s cheeks were flaming as he pushed the small box into Billy’s hands.

“Happy Birthday.”

Billy just smiled up at him, taking his time with the neat wrapping.

It was a ring, a simple gold band.

“You know, it’s been eight years since we got together. And I know we can’t get married, or whatever, but I thought, we could, we could have this.”

Billy was fucking speechless.

“Sorry, it’s dumb.” Steve reached for the ring, but Billy clutched it to his chest.

“Do you have one too?”

“Yeah. Matching set.”

“Go get it.” Steve looked nervous as he re-entered their living room with a matching gold band.

Billy took it from him. He took his left hand, slowly sliding the ring on his finger.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

Steve barked a laugh, happy and bright. He slid Billy’s ring onto his finger in the same fashion.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Billy’s smile was hurting his cheeks.

“Now with the power invested in me, by the great state of California, and the fact that no one can tell us fuck all, I pronounce us, husband and husband. Now gimme a fuckin’ kiss!”

They both laughed into the kiss, the sun setting outside their apartment, dousing the little makeshift wedding in gold.

#i don't really know where the timeline is at for any of this lol #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove drabble #harringrove ficlet

[theweasleysredhair]

The Way You Look At Her [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black

Word Count: 3674

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Maybe there really is a fine line between hate and love.

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: Guess who’s backk! And with a cheesy, probably all-over-the-place Sirius fic. Enjoy!

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It was nearing 4pm; The Three Broomsticks was as busy as you’d ever seen it. But then, it was a Hogsmeade weekend and cold outside - of course everyone would want cover from the snow. You pulled your half full butterbeer to you and hoped no one would remember it was your turn to battle your way through the swarms of Hogwarts students and Hogsmeade residents just to get to the bar to buy more drinks.

A pretty bar maid passed by the table you were sat at, taking the empty glasses that had piled up in the middle, leaning forward to grab the last glass before weaving back through the people standing and laughing around.

“I just can’t believe that in a few months time, we’ll be leaving Hogwarts for good!” Lily said, shaking her head and frowning a bit. You glanced over at your red-headed best friend and nodded, “I know, it’s gonna be so sad knowing we’re not going back in September.” If you were being truly honest, none of you knew if you’d actually even be alive come September, due to the impending war and rise of Voldemort and his death eaters.

Sat beside Lily, James wrapped his arm around her shoulders. You’d never known them to be so happy, and you were so glad they had found each other. There were a few bumps in the road, but the couple had finally gotten together a few months back and had been the cutest couple at Hogwarts.

Which should make you happy. In fact, this whole afternoon would’ve been amazing, if not for the man sat two seats away from you, between Remus and Marlene.

He sat there, wearing his worn leather jacket, fingers curled around his butterbeer glass as he smirked at something James said, looking like a goddamn snack. Arsehole.

You scowled, looking down at your drink. Sirius Black was the bane of your existence, a plague in your otherwise half-decent world. A handsome, god-like plague, but a plague all the same.

“Another round?” You heard him announce as he looked around the table. “We better get going soon actually,” Remus noted, checking the time, “We’re due to head back to school soon.”

“C’mon, live a little, Moony! We all know we could just sneak back whenever we want. Let’s have another and wait for the snow to pass,” Sirius said as he stood up. Remus grumbled something inaudible under his breath, before replying, “Fine, suit yourself.”

Sirius smirked, looking around at everyone - all seven of you (James, Remus, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, and yourself) - before standing up, “I’ll be right back.”

You watched his retreating figure, glaring holes into the back of his head as he leant casually against the bar.

Merlin, you hated him.

“We all know that’s a lie.”

Your head whipped over to the source of the voice, your eyes fixating on James as you narrowed them slightly, “What’s a lie?”

“That you hate our Pads, we all know you don’t,” he shrugged matter-of-factly. You hadn’t realised you’d said anything out loud but...

“I do. He’s arrogant, he’s conceited, not to mention the most annoying and loathsome toad I have ever had the displeasure to come across in my life.”

“Now now, L/n! No need to be so feisty,” Sirius drawled.

You fought the need to roll your eyes. He passed around the butterbeers, everyone thanking him before you realised he’d missed you out.

“Think you bought one less than we need, Sirius,” Marlene said, looking over at him. He glanced at her before staring over at you. “Whoops, my bad, guess you’ll have to go without, L/n,” he said, feigning an apology.

You glared at him, clenching your fists under the table, before smiling sweetly and replying sarcastically, “No no, it’s fine, we all know how hard it can be to count to eight.”

Sirius sat, looking at you for a moment, tongue darting out across his bottom lip, before scoffing at you and shaking his head. He then shot you a cheeky smile as he pushed his own glass towards you, nodding towards it. He then turned away, starting up a conversation with Remus, Marlene and Dorcas instead.

You were silent, reluctantly taking the drink and running your finger around the rim of the glass.

James tried to hide his smirk by taking a sip of his butterbeer, before answering, “Just tell him.” Raising an eyebrow, feigning your confusion, you tap your fingers on the table next to your glass, “Tell him what?”

“That you like him.”

You nearly choked on air, “Well, you know, I would, but I don’t like him, so yeah I’m not gonna do that. But thanks for your suggestion.”

“You’re the one who always complains about him being with other girls. In fact, you can’t seem to stop talking about him, ergo, you like him!” James continued, Lily humming in agreement next to him.

You glanced over at the boy in question to find him deep in conversation - thankfully he wasn’t hearing what James was saying.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Look Potter, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but I will spell it out in plain English so then maybe you’ll understand. I... do not... like... Sirius... Black. In a platonic or non-platonic way. I merely put up with him as I am quite fond of our friendship, though right now I am unsure as to why. Just as I am unsure as to why you’re friends with that asshat in the first place.”

James laughs, shaking his head, “You’re just saying that because you know deep down I’m right. If it’s any consolation, he likes you too.”

“Highly debatable,” you replied, pushing your glass away from you.

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Monday mornings were the worst. Particularly this morning. You stumbled from your dorm room and into your common room, trying to do your tie on the move. You were already late, which meant that you’d have to miss out on breakfast, which means you’d have to sit through Slughorn droning on about potions whilst your stomach rumbled.

You grumbled to yourself as you shoved your bag onto your shoulder and ran towards your potions classroom. You’d be late regardless, but better to be five minutes late than half an hour.

“You’re late, Ms L/n. 10 points from Y/h,” Slughorn states as you enter the classroom in a hurry. You cheeks turn red as you realise everyone is staring at you. “Sorry Professor,” you ducked your head down, taking your usual seat next to Lily.

“As I was saying, today we will be starting a project where you will choose a potion and create it outside of classroom hours. You will be finding the ingredients and preparing the potions yourself, and you will be working in pairs for this-“ you looked over at Lily who grinned back at you, “- assigned by myself.”

There were hushed murmurs across the class at the revelation, getting louder as Slughorn read out names. Your heart beat faster. Please don’t put me with Black, please don’t put me with Black, please don’t-

“L/n and Black...”

You groaned, your head dropping to the table as you muttered out a string of curses.

“Why hello there L/n!”

”Oh for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, siting up and tilting your head back in annoyance, “Could this day actually get any worse?!” “Tsk tsk, language,” Sirius chastised with a smirk, leaning towards you and thoroughly enjoying the fact that you were less than impressed with the general goings on in your life at this moment in time.

He was so close to you that all it would take was you to turn your head and you’d be practically kissing him.

Stop thinking about kissing him! ____________________

You were sat in the library, waiting for Sirius to show up - that is, if he was actually going to show - flipping through a book on advanced potions and making notes on your favourites. You’d agreed to meet here as you had a free afternoon, however he was late - something you’d foreseen happening anyway but it didn’t make it any less annoying.

You’d been there a couple of hours before the library door finally swung open and Sirius strolled in, shirt untucked, collar up and him redoing up his buttons.

“Busy day?” You asked him sarcastically as you looked up at him, eyeing the lipstick stain on his neck. Your heart clenched, but you refused to think about why this was. He chose to ignore you, “I lost track of time.” “Clearly,” you commented, raising your eyebrows.

He scoffed, pulling his collar down, “Let’s just get this work done. What potion are we doing?”

“The Calming Draught. It’s one the easiest to collect the ingredients for, but just complicated enough to earn a high grade on,” you explained, looking back down at your textbook.

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this,” Sirius commenter as he sat down across from you. “Yes well I’ve been here for nearly three hours now, whilst you were off with some girl in a broom cupboard somewhere,” you offered him a sarcastic smile.

“Stop being so jealous L/n, it’s not a good colour on you,” he teased, offering you a lazy smirk, “Besides, you could be one of those girls in the broom cupboard if that’s what you want.”

You pushed your potions textbook over to him and gestured at him to read it. Looking at his handsome face, his chiselled jawline and the way he ran his tongue across his bottom lip as he started reading, you couldn’t blame the girls. In fact, you weren’t entirely sure you’d be able to say no yourself.

Over your dead body would you ever admit that to him.

“I can assure you that is the last place I’d ever want to be,” you lied.

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About a week later, you were sat with Lily eating dinner when you noticed Sirius entering the Great Hall.

Lily noticed the change in your demeanour and tilted her head to one side, silently asking if you were okay. You gave her a nod and a fake smile, one you were glad she didn’t look too much into.

The black haired boy sat beside his friends at the end of the table you were sat on; you could hear them laughing and joking around. Allowing yourself a glance over as you took a sip of your drink, you saw Sirius was already looking your way, so you quickly turned back to Lily.

You were so focused on not staring in his direction that you didn’t notice that he’d moved to sit beside you, until you felt an arm brush against your own. You looked up at him, your heart jolting as you tried to keep a blush from forming.

“Sirius, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked carefully. “Can’t a guy sit next to one of his friends now?” He asked with a smile, grabbing some food and putting it onto his plate. You barely noticed Lily sliding down the bench towards James as you turned fully towards him, “I feel like you want something.

“I want a lot of things. Right now though, all I was gonna ask is if you got all the ingredients for that potion or if you need me to get anything.”

“Oh! I um... I managed to get everything already, I just need to start actually preparing it. I’m planning on using one of the potions classrooms after dinner, you’re welcome to join me.”

“Gladly.”

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Sirius followed you into the empty potions classroom, watching as you brought out your textbook from your bag.

“Would you mind grabbing a cauldron from the cupboard please?” You asked as you set out the ingredients.

The black haired boy opened the cupboard at the back and grabbed a cauldron out for you, placing it on your table.

“I’ve got all the ingredients here, including lavender, peppermint and crocodile heart. It says if we do this correctly, the potion should be a blue colour,” you explained to him, turning and nearly jumping out of your skin when you realised how close he was standing behind you.

“Just let me know what you need me to do L/n and I’ll do it,” Sirius said, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a small smirk. You nodded, getting started on the potion.

You were just about to add the peppermint when you glanced over at Sirius, who was sat at the table, resting his chin on his hands and staring at you with an odd look in his eye.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” You said nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear and looking away from his gaze.

”Like what? ‘M not looking at you in any kind of way,” he shrugged innocently.

You raised an eyebrow at him before shaking your head and letting out a soft laugh, “Never mind.”

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The morning after, you, Lily, James, Remus and Sirius were eating breakfast.

“Anyone got any plans for the summer?” Remus asked as he flipped through the morning newspaper.

“Well, I’m going to spend it with my Lilyflower here,” James spoke dreamily as he leant his head onto her shoulder. She raked her hand through his head before saying casually, “We’re thinking of getting married.”

Sirius choked on his pumpkin juice and Remus leant over to pat his back, “You’re getting married?!”

“We’re thinking about it. What with the war rising and all, we don’t want to wait in case heaven forbid something happens to us,” Lily explained. “We know we want to spend the rest of our lives together, so why not make it official,” James added.

“You’ll need a wedding dress! Oh there’s been some really lovely designs come out recently, we’ll have to take a look once we get back home,” You grinned at Lily.

“I want something simple I reckon, nothing extravagant, maybe a bit of lace,” she mused.

“That would suit you so well. There’s so many pretty designs, I saw a few when I was shopping with my cousin for hers - I think I’d want one of the ball gown ones, or maybe a mermaid cut.”

“That’s if you can trick some poor sod into marrying you,” Sirius muttered, though it was loud enough for the table to hear and you knew he knew it.

“You’re insufferable,” you scowled, “Why are you being such a git?” This earned a half-assed shrug from him. If Sirius was honest with himself, he didn’t really know why he was himself, all he knew was that as soon as he said it, he regretted it.

That, and he realised he kinda wanted to be that poor sod he spoke about.

“One thing for sure, I don’t think I ever went to get married,” he covered smoothly.

“Oh?” Lily asked, subconsciously running her hand through James’ hair, “You don’t?”

You looked up at him in curiosity too.

“Nah. It’s... it’s not for me. I couldn’t stick to one girl,” he shook his head. He was lying, he just didn’t want to admit the girl he would settle down with probably wouldn’t settle down with him.

“Oh right... I forgot who we were talking to,” you said, shaking your head. “What do you mean?” Sirius asked with a frown.

“Sirius Black: a new girl every night, no strings, no feelings. Never taking anything further. Leave them before they leave you right?”

That hurt him. Somehow, despite everything he’d been through with his parents, you sharing that you thought about him like that hurt more. He glared down at his plate. “Yeah, I’d prefer that than being like you. At least I know I’m wanted,” Sirius retaliated, not thinking about what he was saying until the words had left his mouth. He froze - why did he say that?

You gave a fake smile, and let out a humourless laugh, “I don’t have to deal with this.” Standing up, you grab your a few bits of food and bid goodbye to James, Lily and Remus - “I’ll see you guys in class.” - before heading out of the Great Hall.

“Y/n, wait!” Lily jumped up, running after you.

“Padfoot...” Remus shook his head at him. Sirius clenched his jaw, “What.” Sighing, James took a bite of his toast, “Just, sometimes you don’t know you’ve got a good thing when you’ve got it.”

“What are you talking about,” Sirius frowned. James nodded in the direction you had just ran off in. “Y/n?” Sirius said in surprise.

“I see the way you look at her Pads.”

Sirius scoffed, shaking his head.

”You look at her like she holds all the answers to the universe, like she’s your moon and stars, like you can’t bear to be without her. You like her. You do, don’t lie to me Pads, I can see right through you.”

Sighing, Sirius looked down at his drink, “So what if I do, she doesn’t like me like that.”

“You don’t see it, do you?” Remus let out a small smile as he turned the page of his newspaper. “See what?”

“You’re fucking oblivious mate.”

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“I don’t know why I let him get to me,” You shook your head as you stood outside the bar. “It’s because you care about him,” Lily said gently, squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Yeah? Well I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t care about him, or his stupid face or his stupid suits or his stupid... jawline,” you sighed.

“I... I think I love him, Lily. I didn’t think I did before, but I’ve realised I do. And he’s an asshole. An utter and complete asshole and I... I fancy the fucking pants off of him. And I didn’t even realise. He came into the library after clearly being with someone the other week, his shirt and shirt a mess and-and I got annoyed. I thought it was just because he as a person annoys me but I’ve realised... well it’s because I wanted to be her. Whoever she was.”

Lily wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a hug. “I think I’m just going to go to my dorm and skip class,” you whispered, hugging her back, “You head back to James and enjoy the rest of the day, okay?”

You pulled away, smiling encouragingly at Lily, who looked reluctant to let you go.

“I’ll come to check on you later,,” she finally said helplessly.

”I’m counting on it.”

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“She likes you,” James said bluntly, shaking his head at his best friend. “What are you talking about?”

“She likes you. And you sleeping with other girls all the time hurts her,” James said as Lily rejoined the table.

“What? No it doesn’t,” Sirius shook his head, though he didn’t sound certain.

“Are you sure about that?” Lily asked. “Of course I’m sure, why would she care who I sleep with?”

”Why would anyone?” Lily posed the question pointedly. Sirius shrugged, staring down at his drink.

“For Merlin’s sake, she likes you Pads. Fuck, for someone so smart you sure can be stupid,” Remus said.

“Y/n doesn’t like me. Don’t be ridiculous,” Sirius shook his head. He paused for a moment as the news sunk in, “Y/n likes me?”

At the nods from Lily and James, Sirius jumped up and ran out of the hall.

He sprinted towards your common room, dashing around a corner as he saw a glimpse of your h/c hair.

“Y/n! Y/n wait!”

“Y/n!” you heard your name being called out. You turned around to see Sirius chasing after you.

“What could you possibly want now? You’ve been nothing but a dick to me! I thought maybe we’d become friends through bloody working together but clearly I was wrong! So what is it? What do you want?”

“I want to tell you I’ve decided that maybe I might want to get married some day.”

“What? Why would I need to know that?”

“Because I’ve found someone I want to marry.”

Your heart clenched - that hurt more than you expected.

“I thought you ‘couldn’t stick to one girl’,” you pointed out bitterly, raising an eyebrow in surprise. He gave a small shrug, “Yeah well, maybe I’ve decided I want to.” “Why the change of mind?”

“Someone changed it for me,” he smiled.

You nodded, swallowing as you tried to keep the smile from falling off your face, “Why are you telling me this?”

He leaned forward and it was only then that you realised how close he was to you. Your breath caught in your throat as you found yourself getting lost in the darkness of his eyes. He leant down slowly, nudging his nose against yours as he brushed his lips across your own gently. You smiled sadly, pulling away from him slowly, patting him on his chest.

“I er... I should go...” you said softly, moving out of his arms and trying to walk away. Sirius’ heart clenched, “Wait!”

He followed you down the hallway, reaching out to grab your waist and pull you back to him, “Why are you running away?”

“I’m panicking!” You looked into his grey eyes and tried to step back, but he held you close.

“Why?” He whispered, as if his voice would break if he spoke any louder.

“Because you’re Sirius Black, you-you sleep with girls and leave them soon after. I-I don’t want to be just another one of them,” you stuttered softly, closing your eyes and tilting your head down.

You felt him brush his fingers under your chin and slowing move your head up to face his as your eyes opened to meet his. He leant forward, his lips just about brushing yours again, “You’re not just another one of them sweetheart.”

“Then what am I?”

Sirius let out a breathy laugh and shook his head fondly. “You’re mine,” he murmured, before his lips were on yours.

#sirius #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black imagines #marauders x reader #marauders

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Devil’s Sweet Star (32)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader  

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  

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When you make a deal, you have to make sure that both parties respect their share. usually that’s the case, but sometimes some people decide to... play differently. And when it starts to play differently, to play personal ... The finality is never good. Often, the one who wants to betray the other ends badly, sometimes it’s the one who respects who ends badly and sometimes both suffer. In Danny's case, he knows that the deal will be respected between the two of you.

He knows perfectly well that you will respect your share of the deal. And he's going to respect his own. He would have liked to wait a little longer before revealing everything to you but... it seems that fate has speed things up. It doesn't bother him that much, it's just a shame that it happens so early. With what he told you once your deal was made... You will not dare to betray him.

* I didn't have, and I don't really want to know YOUR world. * You said with disgust.  

* No one wants to enter in it sweetheart. But one day or another, you end up getting into it, one way or another. But on the other hand, if I may say so, it would be better for both of us if Jed were not aware of it. Imagine the disappointment he would have, if he learned that his little treasure collaborated with a murderer! Me in addition, the assassin of Roseville. * Danny said tragically ironic.

* He'll know! I cannot lie to him and betray all the trust he has in me! He knows it when I'm not well, he...*

*Listen, Honey. You have an interest, that your nerdy boyfriend doesn’t know anything about what’s happening between us. Because if he ever learns it, not only does your little couple stop before it has really started... but in addition your two lives will stop too. For I would no longer keep my promise to leave him alive. And so do you. Did I make myself understood correctly? * Replied Danny, taking your face by the chin with one hand. He released you when you nod. *Good. You have all the cards in hand, and two lives. Let's see if you get to the end of the game. *

If with this you dare not keep your word, either you be stupid or suicidal. Or both. Today, you will both visit the apartment that is above yours. The perspective to share the same roof with you, delights him and annoys him a little. He is delighted to be able to live with you, to no longer be forced to go to your apartment, even if you are right next door, to see you. And at least, no more problem knowing who will end up in the other's bed, you will have your room for both of you.

But it also annoys him because necessarily, who says to live together ... means that you could, driven by curiosity, enter his office, and discover everything. Oh of course you'll know, when he will tell you everything, when he will finally show his face, but if you could wait until Hoggins is dead... it would suit him. He's going to have to work out a couple of things with you. Just like you will surely do with him! But apart from leave you a little privacy and don’t dig into your wardrobe ... He doesn’t know what you could ask him.

He was waiting for you outside the door of the apartment, Mr Lawson having given the keys to visit while waiting for him to arrive. The poor man had to take care of his wife who was bedridden because of a flu. Poor woman. She was always kind to Danny, always worried about whether he had everything he needed to not get sick, and to treat himself if needed. She was a kind of maternal figure for Danny involuntarily. The mom he wished he had... When he saw you arrive, he displayed his angelic smile, and took you in his arms to kiss you.

“Mr Lawson will be there in a few minutes, his wife is sick so he takes care of her a little, but he gave me the keys to visit the apartment already. We'll see for the work after when he’ll be there.” he said, looking at you softly.  

“Poor woman...I hope she’ll be better soon.” you simply said.  

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! It’s just... I'm a little stressed with everything that's happening to me right now... the festival, the fact that we move in together. I feel like I'm going to have a hard time managing all of this all at once.”

“That’s why I'm here, sweety. think of the festival, I will take care of the apartment. And don't worry, it doesn't bother me. Ready?”

You nod and Danny opened the door to the apartment. He let you pass so that you would not see the sneaky little smile that was looming on his lips. When you want, you know how to lie. Just give you some motivation for. The apartment was rather comfortable, it will be even more so when the furniture will be there, but it’s comfortable. There were quite a few pieces, including one that could serve as an office for Danny. That he will lock of course. He will have to think about scotching his boxes well too... The bedroom was a little larger than the others, two wardrobes being on either side of the wall where the bed will be.  

“It's pretty here... I don’t see any particular problem at the level of the works apart from redoing the paintings to our tastes.” You said, looking all around the room.  

“For now. But it’s better to look carefully. You never know, there can be electrical problems... or water leaks.” responds Danny, before noticing a few holes in the wall of one of the wardrobes. “See?”  

“OK. we're going to do each room and we're going to write down what's wrong.”

Together you inspect all the rooms of the apartment and gradually write down everything that was wrong. There were the holes in one of the wardrobes in the bedroom, a plug that does not work in the living room and another in the kitchen, a slight water leak in the bathroom at the sink and finally a slightly damaged floor in Danny's future office. Mr. Lawson arrived a few minutes later, his wife took a nap after eating a little. Danny explained all the problems there were, the old man assuring him that every problem will be solved and that you can move in safely.

You all leave the apartment and Mr. Lawson warns Danny that he will start work as soon as his wife is better. Danny replied that if he had to, he would take care of the work, he would just need the equipment. Once Mr. Lawson left, Danny turned to you to take you in his arms.

“Do you have something planned for today? We could take the opportunity to take a little tour …" asks Danny.

“We could... But I had planned to see with Corey and Amy to start making this cake for the city festival.” you respond.

“You’ve got two weeks for that...”

“And I've got all my life for you.”  

Danny smiled before hearing his phone ringing. It was Wilhelm. What did he want from him?

“Inspector?” said Danny.

“Olsen. We caught the man who was talking with Hoggins. It’s better for you if you’re there for the interrogation. That way, you will have the info directly at the source.” responds Wilhelm.  

“I arrive immediately inspector.” replied Danny before hanging up. “Sorry love. I've to go. Wilhelm stopped the man who was with Hoggins three days before his argument with McKellan. He wants me to be there to record the news.”

“Good luck then. This kind of guy doesn't speak so easily. And there's a good chance he'll say anything.” you said with a smile.  

“You know Wilhelm is maybe an asshole... but he is very good at making someone speak during an interrogation. He has.... very good arguments. See you later honey.”

Danny set out for the police station. It’s still surprising that Wilhelm called him. In a sense, it will actually be able to collect the information directly at the source. And in the other, Wilhelm will not have to tell him. Surely that’s why he called. So that he doesn't bother repeating everything to Danny. What a lazy ass. Danny arrived at the police station, presented himself to the policeman of the reception who pointed to him the interrogation room where Wilhelm and the man were. He knocked on the door and entered when the inspector gave him permission.

“Wilhelm.” said Danny.

“Olsen." Responds Wilhelm.

“He said something?”

“We haven’t started the interrogation. But you can already take notes on his file. We know him. This is not the first time he has been arrested.”

“it's surprising that you called me by the way. Knowing that we can't stand each other.”

“True. But it's... urgh, it’s thanks to you that we managed to catch this guy. So, I give you back the device by allowing you to attend the interrogation for your newspaper article. But I warn you Olsen. This is the first and last time. Don’t hope that this happens again.”

“You are too kind. I can't wait to see what I can get out of it.”

Wilhelm sighed before heading to the other part of the interrogation room, where the man was. He had everything from a notorious drug dealer. He looked elsewhere, swinging a little back and forth, a typical symptom of a slight lack of drugs.

“Devon. What a surprise. It’s...the fifth time maybe from the beginning of the month? You try to beat a record?” said Wilhelm, sitting in front of the man.

“Shut up Wilhelm.” Responds Devon.  

“Oh. Usually, you are more... aggressive with me from the start. Sometimes I don't even have time to sit down that I'm already on the verge of breaking your mouth. What happens to you, are you sick?”

“Go straight to the point, dirty cop asshole, why am I here? I have not sold any drugs today. And I made no one shit.”

“Ah, there I find my Devon.” replied Wilhelm before showing the picture Danny took. “Surely you're aware that Horace McKellan is dead huh? You surely also know that Hoggins threatened him 3 days before his death. Well, this little picture was taken a few days before the threats. You're very photogenic tell me, I love your profile face.”

“What’s the report?” asks coldly Devon.  

“I want to know what you were talking about with Hoggins on the day of this photo. And I advise you not to play asshole with me. Because if I ever find the slightest trace of your passage at McKellan's house, it’s life imprisonment that you will take as a sentence. I am sure that your mother will be heartbroken.”

“Leave my mom f***ing alone!”  

“So tell me everything you know! And I assure you that we will try to arrange your sentence according to your participation in this crime.”  

Devon looks at the photo, slightly biting his tongue before blowing and facing Wilhelm.

“Hoggins was furious on the phone. He asked me to come and see him that day. He thought that his associate had betrayed him in relation to this scandal to save himself the balls. He wanted... He wanted to hire me to take care of him. He said to me, and I quote: This bastard is going to fuck everything up! He MUST disappear! and YOU will take care of it. He was willing to pay me $2,000,000 for it. I refused. ” he explains.

“With such a price you refused to kill? You will understand that I find it hard to believe.” said Wilhelm looking at Danny on the other side of the tinted glass.

“You may think what you want from me Wilhelm, drugged, failed, waste of society, but I'm not a f***ing killer. I left, telling him that I couldn’t kill a man who did nothing to me. He told me nothing. And 6 days later I learn that McKellan is dead. I told myself that he had finally found a guy crazy enough to do the job.”

Danny carefully noted everything Devon was saying, holding back from smiling. That's exactly what he needed to hear. And this will make the rest of his plan even more delectable. Hoggins is good for prison... unless Danny kills him before. Which, of course, is going to be the case in 2 weeks. Your name is going to be cursed over several generations Hoggins, you're screwed.

“He contacted you again after that?” asks Wilhelm.

“No. I didn't hear from him... until recently. He contacted me because he wanted to offer me another job. But when I arrived, he was irritated.” responds Devon.  

“Why?”  

“Two journalists from the Roseville Gazette, including one whose name was...how did he tell me already? Olsen, I think, came to interview him in relation to all this.”

Danny suddenly raised his head. Devon was therefore the famous important appointment that Hoggins had and that pushed him to shorten the interview. Why strangely it didn't shock him?

“What did he say?” Continues Wilhelm.

“At first, when I got him on the phone, he wanted us to discuss the drug business. But when I arrived, he got upset because this Olsen had provoked him on a bunch of stuff. I told him that it was the journalists, that it was normal for them to do this kind of practice. But he was so irritated that he didn't even hear that. What he made him shit the most was that this guy, Olsen, was dating a girl that Hoggins called "his bird of paradise". That it was out of the question for a "parasite" like Olsen to put his dirty paws on her. He told me that the girl in question was the boss of Nebula, the café that opened recently.”

Danny's blood only made one turn. Being called parasite, he didn’t care completely. But this dirty big pig, dares to consider you as HIS property? It's too much. You are only HIS and His ALONE.

“He told you something else?” Wilhelm said.

“He wanted me to go and scare this girl to leave Olsen. Nothing very nasty in itself. But here too I refused. I just want to do my business quietly, that's all.”

Wilhelm nod and leave the room to discuss with the other officers. Danny had stood back, pretending to reread his notes. With rage in his stomach, he thought of only one thing; Kill Hoggins. And it could happen faster than he had anticipated.

If Hoggins wants to play this game, if Hoggins is looking for war... He found it.

Unfortunately for him, he attacks the wrong person.

And he’s gonna pay for it.  

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(And it’s done! Summer Vacation is coming and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as you can! In this period of pandemic which unfortunately forced us to deprive ourselves of some things such as outings with friends and others, it’s time for all of us to enjoy this summer while remaining alert, hoping that it is finally over. I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)

#dbd fanfic #dbd #dead by daylight #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen

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I never told you pt 4.

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A/n: hiiii I’m back:), im really sorry about the time gap, just needed to take some space for myself, also I’m working on redoing part 3 cause I still don’t like it lol, but here’s the final part, I hope you enjoy, if you would like to be on the tag list for any future imagines/oneshots/fanfics, just leave a 👋 below, I also take requests, and I hope you guys have a lovely day.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 1038

Warning: Obsessive thoughts? Idk I kinda wrote the reader having like a mini thought panic attack based off of what happens in my head sometimes but I feel like that can be harmful to some people so🤷‍♀️

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Waking up the next morning had definitely been interesting. As nice as having fingers run through your hair was, and as much as you appreciated the forehead kisses every few minutes, you had to say your favorite part was the loud and long stomach growl accompanied by a quiet ‘shut the fuck up’ right after.

Smiling up at him, you opened your eyes and were met with a sheepish smile from Paul.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said rubbing your arms as you sat up. The temperature difference causing goosebumps to break out across your skin, making you hide back into his arms for warmth, at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“What are you talking about? That’s probably one of the best ways to be woken up” you joked. He rolled his eyes at you hugging you closer to him.

“Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to come meet Sam and Emily today, I’m pretty sure Jared and Kim are going to be there too” you thought for a moment before shrugging.

“Sure, didn’t really have any other plans for today, so why not” You got ready and within 20 minutes you both were in his Jeep, heading to Emily’s.

When you walked in, you were greeted by the smell of muffins. On the way there Paul had warned you not to stare at Emily, along with most of the story behind the accident. Expecting something far worse, you were greeted by a woman with 3 long faded scars down her face, but a smile that seemed to light up the whole room.

She introduced herself and offered you a muffin, after accepting, you had been introduced to Sam, Jared, Kim, and a newly phased Embry. The day had gone smoothly and at one point you found yourself with Emily and Kim in the kitchen with Kim gushing about Jared.

“He’s just so cute, and sweet, I just- uhhh, I’m so excited to spend forever with him. At first I was kinda skeptical about the imprint but after he explained how it's like, the way the shifters find their soulmate, I almost tackled him.” Her and Emily laughed together unaware of the shock that just shot through you.

You vaguely remembered the legends talking about Imprinting but never remember Paul mentioning anything about them. The rest of the evening, that word haunted you, taunted you. Images of someone else coming in and stealing him away from you plagued your mind.

‘He’s going to leave you again’ ‘imprint’ ‘no he’s not, he wouldn’t have told you if he planned on leaving you again’ ‘imprint’ ‘you’re not going to matter to him when he finds his imprint’ ‘imprint’ ‘shut the fuck up, he’s not like that’ ‘imprint’ ‘imprint’ ‘IMPRINT’ ‘HES NOT GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU’ ‘YOU WONT BE IMPORTANT’ ‘YOURE NOT HIS IMRPINT’ ‘YOU. WON'T. MATTER.’

When dinner was served you sat quietly as your thoughts spiraled. You laughed, and joked, and talked like nothing was wrong. Wanting to enjoy the moments you had with them before you were replaced, you said nothing until you forgot about that awful word. Until it was buried in the back of your mind. He took you home and spent the night, and you cuddled up to each other till you both fell asleep.

-

He stayed the next day wanting to spend as much time with you as possible considering he had patrol later tonight. You sat on his lap with your head on his shoulder, and back to his chest, his arms loosely draped around you. Most of the day was spent being lazy and eating food, more so him than you but eh, what can you do. After relaxing from a laughing fit, you both leaned into the other, simply enjoying the others company.

He nuzzled into your neck making you giggle and shy away, looking up at him, just enough to wear your noses were touching, lips centimeters apart. His eyes bore into yours, everything else seeming to melt away. Glancing down at his lips, he took that as a sign to lean in. You closed your eyes, so close to finally being able to kiss your long time best friend and crush, until.

‘IMPRINT, HE HAS AN IMPRINT.’

You jerked away from him, hiding your face in your hands from embarrassment.

“Shit I’m sorry, I can’t-“ you started

“No I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“

“I just don’t want to lose you-“

“You just want to stay friends and I should respect that-“

“I’m just so scared cause I know one day-“

“You’re my imprint, I need to respect your decision-“

‘You’re my imprint.’

That stopped you in your tracks real quick.

“Woah, woah, wait, what did you just say.” You said turning in his lap, grabbing his face in your hands, making him stop too.

“Say what you just said again.” He looked down for a second, collecting his thoughts.

“You’re...my imprint, I need to respect your decision?” He said unsure.

‘You’re my imprint, you are his imprint, YOU ARE HIS IMPRINT’

“I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You'' you stated, smashing your lips together.

You absolutely melted into each other.

After you pull away, him chasing the kiss, you couldn’t help but to laugh. He looked confused but smiled nonetheless.

“You never told me you imprinted on me dipshit.” You said rubbing your nose against his. He sat up straighter as his eyes widened.

“Wha-wait. I swear to god I did, that day on the cliffs when I showed you I was a shapeshifter, I thought-“ he rambled trying to recount the day, desperately trying to make him telling you about the imprint more than just his imagination. You simply shook your head, the smile never leaving your face.

“I never told you.” He finally stated.

“Nope, not until just now.” You said kissing him again.

‘Imprint, im his imprint’

You smiled again into the kiss, making him do the same, and for the rest of the day you two spend enjoying your new relationship, finally being able to be happy together because he wasn’t going anywhere this time, and for that you could forgive him for being so stupid juuust one more time.

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[riverthunder]

The Stars in Our Skies

For @thespacecryptid for the @ironstrangehaven Gift Exchange ❤️

Link to AO3 Post: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28625829

Notes:

Alrighty, so first I need to apologize to my giftee, TheSpaceCryptid. I tried to finish your gift early, and I want to say I had it done sometime between the 15th and the 20th? And after a lazy Christmas Day I went into my Google Drive to post this and it was just... gone. I have no idea what happened. So I had to redo the whole thing from scratch. In some ways I like this version a lot more, though- and in others I think the original was a little better? But overall I'm pleased with this.

You had a lot of ideas I absolutely adore- like Asexual Stephen (insert my heart eyes here), and stargazing dates, and these two being professors. Just. Mwah. Beautiful.

Also, I'm tagging this as Teen due to some discussions of sex- nothing graphic, though, obviously- since I headcanon ace Stephen as a sex-repulsed asexual like myself.

I hope you like the fic and your bonus artwork to make up for how late this ended up being! Apologies again!!

The Stars in Our Skies

Tony stared just a little bit as the new astronomy teacher strolled into the break room and began fixing himself a cup of oolong tea. He had a beautiful face, with sharp cheekbones and a well-defined jaw, as well as piercing, beautiful eyes. Tony also had a funny feeling that he’d met the astronomy teacher many times before, but he couldn’t put a finger on where.

He knew Professor Strange had been a surgeon back in the day, and he was sure he’d seen him at some of the galas he’d attended in his youth. But it felt like he’d seen Strange more recently than that.

He was very obviously distracted during his class, and he gave up on whatever physics explanation he’d been trying to give the poor engineering class he was clearly confusing, and told them to just go ahead and work on homework, giving them a bonus extra two days on his latest paper as well to top it off while he sat back down at his desk to think.

At the end of the period, two of his best students came to sit next to him.

“Everything okay, Professor Stark?” Peter asked while Harley gave him a knowing smile.

“Fine, boys, just a little off my rhythm is all,” Tony said, trying to look unconcerned.

“You sure?” Harley asked innocently. “Sure it’s not something else? A certain someone, maybe? Like… I dunno… the hot new astronomy professor?”

Tony had been taking a drink of coffee and choked on it at Harley’s words, which was decidedly not good, since the coffee was still piping hot thanks to his specially designed insulated mug. “I- you- what?” Tony spluttered.

“What?” Harley asked innocently. “He’s kinda like you, Professor. A silver fox. He’s smokin’.”

“Harley!” Peter said indignantly. “You can’t say that about a professor!”

Harley shrugged. “Too bad, it’s true, Pete. ‘Sides, Professor Stark should come to terms with the idea.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at Harley’s tone. “Oh really?” He asked. “Why?”

Harley shrugged innocently. “Because I wrote Professor Strange a note in your handwriting and hid it in his desk drawer asking him to go on a date with you tonight at 8:00.”

Tony stood up so quickly his coffee mug almost spilled all over the papers he’d collected from his first period, but before he could shout at Harley at the top of his lungs, a certain handsome professor was standing in his doorway.

“Oh,” Stephen said, looking from Tony to their students. “I’m sorry, are you busy? I could come back another time.”

He was holding a piece of paper that had obviously been folded a few times in one of his trembling hands.

“No, we were just leaving,” Harley said sweetly.

Peter felt himself blushing for some reason as he passed Professor Stark a quick note of his own. “Um, I just wanted to know if you’d please check my work on these chemistry notes,” he said.

Tony glanced down at them. A new web-fluid design. He nodded to Peter. “Yes. Yes. I’ll look them over and e-mail you with any necessary changes.”

“Thanks!”

Without another word, Peter seized Harley’s upper arm and dashed out of the room, while Harley laughed and tried to protest, clearly thrilled with watching Tony flounder in the presence of his crush. You could hardly blame him. Seeing Tony Stark, Iron Man, who was a professor for fun, flounder, was a rare and almost unheard of sight.

“Hello, Professor Stark,” Strange said politely, and Tony felt his face heating up. “Um- hi- I-”

“I am very sorry,” Stephen said, setting the note in his hand down on Tony’s desk. Tony caught a glimpse of the handwriting- fucking identical to his own. That damn Keener brat. When Tony got his hands on him-

“But I am afraid I must decline your invitation.”

Oh.

Tony hadn’t even known he was asking Stephen on a date a few minutes ago, but somehow Stephen’s words still stung.

“Oh,” he said out loud. “Uh… busy?”

“No,” Stephen replied.

Yeah, that definitely hurt.

“Oh.” Tony glanced at the note and quickly plucked it off the desk. “Okay. That’s fine, I understand. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with this.”

“You didn’t,” Stephen told him. “It was actually very flattering. But I don’t think you would like to be in a relationship with me, so I am afraid I must decline.”

Wait, what?

“Uh… sorry, you lost me,” Tony said awkwardly.

Stephen chuckled. “I identify as asexual,” he explained. “Specifically, a sex-repulsed asexual. And from what I know of your past...er, love life, I think it’s better if I decline the invitation altogether. I don’t want to upset you because you want to have sex and I don’t.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “So it is an ace ring!” He said, pointing at the black ring on Stephen’s middle finger on his right hand. “Rhodey called me crazy and said it was a swinger’s ring!”

Stephen blinked in surprise and glanced down at his ring. “Er- yes, it is,” he agreed.

“Cool! Okay.” Tony shot him a smirk. “In that case- are you an ace of spades?”

Stephen looked shocked. “You- you know about the card suits?”

“Sure do,” Tony said proudly.

Stephen narrowed his eyes. “Okay then- who uses the ace of diamonds?”

“Demisexuals and demiromantic asexuals,” Tony said. “Ace of clubs is for graysexual and grayromantic, ace of spades is for aromantic asexuals, and ace of hearts is for romantic asexuals.”

He grinned, and Stephen had to crack a smile. “Very impressive.”

“So, what’s your suit, Doc?” Tony asked, grinning at him, and Stephen had to resist the urge to let that smile widen.

“Ace of hearts. I’m a romantic asexual.”

Tony grinned. “I can work with that.”

Stephen allowed his face to fall into a small frown. “Tony, I-”

“Look, Doc, I don’t need sex to be happy,” Tony said. “I’ve had loads in my day, yeah, but I’m a big boy and frankly, I think it’s about time I had a relationship that wasn’t so focused on it. If you’re good with a romantic relationship, I can be happy with one, too.”

Stephen chuckled despite himself. “Persistent, aren’t you?”

“Very,” Tony said, a bit smugly.

Stephen chuckled. “Very well.” He wrote something on a small scrap of paper and offered it to Tony, taking back the note Harley had written. “You can pick me up there, at 8:00.”

“I’ll be there,” Tony said, snatching the fake letter back. “And I’ll give you something actually written by me then.”

~(*)~

Tony pulled up to the house on Bleecker Street. Huh… looked kinda like a museum, to be honest.

The elegant Professor Strange was already walking to meet the car. “Right on time,” he teased, climbing in. He looked like he was putting on a brave face as he entered, and Tony took note of the way Stephen’s hand reached for the cabinet handle on the inside of the door.

Tony bit his lip. “I just like to be on time to things,” he said casually, placing his right hand on the console if Stephen wanted to hold it too, or instead.

Stephen nodded. “Well, I appreciate it. So, what’s the plan for our date?”

“I think you told Professor Verity that you like ramen from Samurai Noodle, right?”

Stephen smiled. “Yes, that’s right.”

“Great! Then we’re getting take-out,” Tony told him, grinning to himself. “And I have a great idea of where we can eat it.”

“Oh? And where is that, exactly?”

“It’s a secret,” Tony said, smirking. “Are you ready to go?”

Stephen nodded, looking amused as he took Tony’s free hand on the console. “That I am. Let’s go, Professor Stark.”

Tony snorted as he started the car. “Alright.”

He tried to sound cool, but he knew that he had started blushing.

~(*)~

“So what exactly are we doing in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night?” Stephen asked as Tony laid a large blanket out in one of the large fields near the Avengers Compound.

“Why?” Tony asked, smirking at him. “Don’t you trust me?”

Stephen chuckled. “Is that your way of saying you’re secretly an ax murderer about to eviscerate me in the middle of this field, free of any witnesses?”

“Ouch,” Tony complained. “You’re really good at wounding someone’s ego, you know that, Strange?”

“So what’s the real reason we’re out here, then?” Stephen asked, amused.

“Lay down,” Tony ordered, pointing to the blanket. “And look up.”

Stephen did so, and gasped in surprise. “The stars….” He breathed, sounding mesmerized.

“That’s right,” Tony said, smiling at him. “Not to easy to see them in the city. But I figured you’re the Astronomy Professor… maybe you’d like to see them more clearly? Maybe teach me something I don’t know?”

“Lay down,” Stephen ordered quietly. “There… Orion the Hunter. Can you see his belt? The three stars, just here.”

“Oh… right,” Tony said. “Isn’t he that dude everyone says Artemis loved?”

“A common misconception these days,” Stephen murmured. “In many of the myths, Artemis was actually the one to kill him, on purpose, for harassing her friends, the Pleiades, or she would encourage someone else to kill him for her, such as Apollo. He’d summon a giant scorpion to kill Orion, which many believe is Scorpio, as the two constellations aren’t around at the same time. When Scorpio rises, Orion vanishes.”

“Cool,” Tony said softly, staring up at the night sky with Stephen. “What else can you see?”

“Sirius, the Dog Star, Orion’s hunting dog,” Stephen said, pointing to the bright star. You can see the constellation Taurus there. Gemini there. Monoceros is there, very faint. You see? Look closely.”

“Beautiful,” Tony murmured, resting his head on Stephen’s chest as he gazed up at the sky.

Stephen smiled to himself and wrapped an arm around him. “Hmm. Not as beautiful as you,” he murmured in a thoughtful voice, making Tony blush.

~(*)~

“Was that an okay date?” Tony wondered as he drove Stephen back to Bleecker Street.

Stephen smiled at him. “You don’t know?”

“Not really,” Tony admitted. “And I kinda wanna… you know. Do this again.”

Stephen chuckled as they reached the museum door. Wait… how come even the building looked sort of familiar? And the street…?

“Well, in that case… it was a perfect date, Professor Stark.” Stephen leaned over, kissing his lips gently. “And I expect to go on another one with you very soon.”

“Sure,” Tony said, a little breathlessly, his eyes wide as he stared at Stephen. “Whatever you want….”

“Perfect.” Stephen smiled at him, and suddenly something long, red, and fluttering was at his throat, gently tugging him out of the car. “Alright, Levi, alright. I’m coming,” Stephen murmured, reaching out to stroke the red fabric.

Tony stared at it. A sentient cloak….

Wait- was he-?

Stephen was already disappearing inside the door when Tony found his voice, so he couldn’t ask him directly. He sat in the dark of his car, dumbfounded, and feeling his heart pounding. Was that the kiss, his sudden epiphany, or both?

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Boss?” Chirped the cool Irish accent.

“Am… am I dating the Sorcerer Supreme?”

Extra Notes:

To clarify the "Stephen is the Sorcerer Supreme but Tony doesn't recognize him but is sure he's met him before" thing- I headcanon that Stephen's magic acts as a sort of "barrier" to his identity- and just protects his identity for him. I got the idea from Cute High Earth Defense Club actually- where the villains and heroes can't really recognize each other as specific students when they meet due to "radio interference" almost- but in my Stephen headcanon, it's more that the magic puts a sort of veil over Stephen, so Tony is sure he's met him before, but he can't put his finger on where until he recognizes Cloakie and goes "oh shit, Stephen's the Sorcerer Supreme I've been battling monsters with???"

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