#i needed to draw something to keep me awake in class

[lisin-drw]

Some MCs doodles pt.2

@hmhoney @starriddler @avidrawsthings @thomokmeow @oneirataxia-girl @tojiriki @weirdcursedvaultkid @mina1007

#i needed to draw something to keep me awake in class #honey bee #kiara fair #reina cortez #kouneli ulrikke #alvina arcane zheng #nancy #alex vega #narumi kamal #parzival phox #hphm mc #hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #my art #lisin draws #others mc

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

15:30 ー GOJOU SATORU. i like you best when you're annoying me.

saying you hated gojou satoru would be overexaggerating. no, a more accurate sentiment would be dislike.

you can respect gojou satoru.

you can even, at your most awake, tolerate him.

but he was most certainly a thorn in your side for the better part of your knowing each other the past three years. he was an annoyance, an arrogant one. but you suppose if your birth had literally shaken up the world of jujutsu as the world knew it, you'd probably have the attitude to match yourself. but your birth hadn't shaken up the world of jujutsu and your disposition matched it as one of the blessed average sorcerers forced to watch your cocky classmate be bestowed the title "the strongest".

he was obnoxious,

loud,

and quite frankly, not as charming as he believed himself to be though the amount of people who get wrapped into his whims might argue against you.

but this gojou satoru, the one sitting on the steps of jujutsu tech quietly and alone is a sight too strange for you to adjust to. you'd seen him once a year before after the disaster that was the star plasma vessel mission he'd failed. somehow, this satoru was even more depressed than that.

it had been no business of yours that suguru had seemed out of it lately. you hadn't really been friends with any of the other three people in your class, preferring company elsewhere in the school. satoru's friends were his friends and yours were yours. but to the one of the trio who'd been definitively closest to the defector of your entire organization, you supposed for satoru that hit even more than the loss of amanai riko.

so despite wanting to quietly walk by and leaving the boy to his thoughts, you somehow find yourself giving a light kick to his infinity and drawing his attention.

"did you want something?" satoru peers at you from his lowered shades.

"was just checking to see if i'd finally nail you with a kick before i head off to enoshima," you shrug. "looks like it's not my lucky day after all."

"nope, sorry, i'm a master now," satoru's smiling but it isn't reaching his eyes. you weren't a fan of his eyes despite loving the color blue. you'd sooner tell him to get a pair of brown contacts if he ever took his sunglasses off, you vaguely remember telling him that once as first years. you decide you hate the color of his eyes that are swamped in depression and sadness even more. "it'll take a lot more than that to throw me off my game."

dull eyes, eyebags and with faked bravado he's probably hoping you won't comment on.

you pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. i'm no match for someone who looks like a kicked puppy. "look, we're not friends," you start rest your hands on your hips as satoru's expression morphs from surprised to unamused. "i can barely stand you on the best of the days and on the worst i pray a bus stronger than your infinity will hit you. if i knew that coming in when i did would result in the two of us being in the same class for three years, i would have gone to kyoto or asked my parents to hold me back a year."

"geez, thanks, [first], i appreciate the warm words," satoru grumbles, decidedly bored of the conversation as he rested his chin on his palm once more.

"you're a loudmouth, you're rude, your eyes are a shade of blue i somehow can't stand and i'm pretty sure you're starting to tune me out," no surprise there. your words weren't exactly the warmest or the nicest. "my point is," you consider flicking him, but you keep your hands where you've left them when you remember infinity. "i like you best when you're annoying me. you being quiet and gloomy throws me off, so go back to being annoying."

when you've had enough of him staring at you as if you've suddenly grown a third head, you walk past him. "that's all i wanted to say," you mutter with more than a hint of finality as you walk past your special-grade classmate feeling as if your back was burning. he really does need brown contacts, you think with a huff. i'll tell shoko to cheer him up or something.

"[first]!" when you look over your shoulder, he's waving and the grin on his face looks a tad more real than the one he gave you a few moments ago. "when you get back from enoshima, i'll be as annoying as you want!"

you can't help a small smile of your own, "don't hurt yourself while you're doing it," you give a two-fingered salute back.

i should have just ignored him. if i knew he was gonna make me do this when i got back, i would have just ignored him.

"gojou, when i said i wanted you to go back to annoying me, this isn't what i meant," your eye is twitching as satoru throws an arm over your shoulder with a beam. he isn't using his infinity, that's good. you hope he keeps it off long enough for you to throw something at his face.

him roping you into helping him move his things into a new apartment after graduation was one thing; satoru roping you into his new venture into parenthood was an entirely different beast.

"come on, [first], don't you wanna be co-parents with me?" satoru laughs at your scowl. "we're partners!"

"no, i don't," you tell him pointedly and yet somehow you're still grabbing ingredients to make enough for four people and then some. "we're barely even fri-

satoru blinks at you with a deadpan expression, "but i already told the kids we would be taking care of them."

"we?"

"well, it's not like i know how to cook and everything shoko makes tastes like medicine," satoru replies like it's obvious. "you're the only saving grace here, please?"

"i hope you know i hate you," you finally reply after a moment. he wins, of course satoru wins.

"love you too, [first]," satoru chuckles, tossing in a bag of sweet treats into your shopping cart. "besides, we've been friends since you got back from enoshima months ago. i still remember the heart-warming speech you gave me on the staircase of jujutsu tech!"

"if what you got from what i said was an invitation for friendship, you need to get your ears cleaned," or at the very least he needed to stop sneaking bags of candy into the shopping cart.

satoru grins, "it's for the kids!"

you look at him all-knowing and unamused, "the kids don't need 5 bags of kit kats."

"not with that attitude."

the gojou fic i wanted to have up before i moved isn't going to be done until next month, but i'll feel bad not writing 2 months in a row so you guys can have this gojou timestamp to hold you over until then

#look she's writing #timestamp #jjk x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader

[grxmreaperx]

Professor Hoffman

Pairing: (professor!) Mark Hoffman x (f!) reader

Word count: 3.1k (oops)

Warnings: 18+!! this is absolute filth. Daddy kink, choking, oral (m! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), dirty talk, p in v penetration, creampie, age gap (everyone is over 18!!), praise/degradation. Mark being a bastard. I’m so sorry

Summary: You weren’t expecting much from your criminology class. But when you see your professor for the first time, you realize the class may be much more interesting than you were expecting.

I went so overboard with this. I do not know where this came from. I apologize for my actions. Also, all of my knowledge comes from Jim Can’t Swim and Explore With Us interrogation analysis videos, so don’t come for me if some of the criminology stuff is wrong!!

You walked into the lecture hall, bag digging into your shoulder after a long day, trying to find a seat. You sighed. Almost every seat was full, people congregating in the back. You set yourself down in the second row from the front, one of the few empty seats.

You pulled your laptop out of your bag, trying to keep yourself awake. This was your last class of the day and all you could think about was getting back to your apartment and having a nice dinner.

You stifled a yawn, eyes unfocused on your screen.

“Welcome, everyone.”

The deep voice jolted you from your haze, drawing your eyes up from your computer, and onto him.

You felt a jolt run through your body as you took him in. Dark hair neatly pushed back, full lips, chest straining at his suit.

“I’m Professor Hoffman. I’ll be your criminology instructor this semester.”

Shit, maybe you weren’t so ready to go home anymore.

--

That was the one class you didn’t find yourself dreading. Your other psychology and criminal justice classes were a bore, lecturers talking monotonously for an hour and twenty minutes as you tried desperately to stay awake. Professor Hoffman’s class was actually interesting, it challenged you, made you think. He didn’t force you all to listen to him talk the entire time, even if you wouldn’t have minded hearing that voice for hours on end. He had been a detective before switching to teaching a few years back, so he played interrogation tapes, having you all watch the body language, the word choice, the facial expressions of the suspect.

And it was nice to have something pretty to look at while he taught.

You were a bit embarrassed by how many times he had caught you staring at him. You had never looked at a professor as anything more than a teacher, a mentor, before now. But during his lecture, you found your mind drifting. What his voice would sound like in your ear, how his hands would feel roaming over you, the noises he would make.

You had had your fair share of adventures in college, going out with your friends and ending up in someone’s bed every once in a while. But none of them had been anything to brag about; frat boys only in it for themselves, guys who had no idea what they were doing, or didn’t know how to make it last.

You needed something more, something satisfying.

“So, tell me, do you think this suspect was guilty or not guilty? And tell me why.”

His voice shook you out of your daydream, bringing you back to your reality. Your eyes scanned over the screen, trying to remember bits and pieces of the interrogation you were supposed to have been watching.

You raised your hand; as much as you hated it, you wanted to impress the man. You wanted to show him that you were smart, that you knew what you were talking about. And that you were paying attention, not just staring at him the entire time.

He nodded towards you, telling you to go ahead. “Not guilty. He got angry when you accused him, which is a very typical response from someone who is being falsely accused. And he didn’t use any hedge words when he was talking, which would be unusual for a guilty person. And there’s no obvious motive.”

Your professor smirked, nodding along as you answered. “Very good. That’s exactly right. Another clue to tell you this was…”

You zoned out, trying to contain yourself at his praise.

--

He scolded himself, his gaze continuously falling onto you throughout every class.

He had left the police department a couple years ago, looking for a job with shorter hours, more time to relax, less frustration.

But now he had a different kind of frustration.

Every class, there you were. Sitting right in front of him, eyes watching him intently as he spoke. He saw the way your face changed every time he walked in the room, your tired face lighting up a bit. He saw the way your gaze lingered on him when you were supposed to be working on an assignment, or watching one of the interviews you were meant to be dissecting.

He noticed your attempts to impress him, always eager to answer his questions. You were always there early, even when others began to slowly fade out, showing up late or not showing up at all.

And, he had to admit, it was working. You were smart, and he could see how interested you were in this topic, even if you seemed to be a bit more interested in him than the class. He knew you’d make a great detective one day; your understanding of others’ minds would be a great asset to the force.

He almost wished he hadn’t left the department. He would give anything to still be in his position when you were first starting out in the field, eager to learn, to impress, to please. He would love for you to train under him, your frustration growing as he teased you, giving you smaller and smaller tasks, making you prove yourself.

He pulled himself away from his thoughts, shuffling his notes together before the start of class.

“Alright everyone, I’ve posted your grades for your last assignment. Some of you did very well, others seem to be a bit distracted in this course.” He purposefully shifted his gaze, meeting your eyes as he spoke this last part.

He suppressed a smirk as he saw your face flush.

“Now, the rational choice theory…”

--

“I really don’t know what I’m doing wrong in that class,” you sighed.

Your friend nodded. “I mean, he is a pretty tough grader. I don’t think I’ve gotten above a C on anything.”

“Yeah, but I feel like my work is good! Some of it he seems to really like, and then others he’s super harsh. But I thought this last paper was really good!”

“Maybe you should go talk to him about it. Maybe he could help you out, tell you what you’re doing wrong.”

“Yeah, I guess. I probably should. I really like this class; I want to do well in it.”

Your friend smirked. “Do you like the class, or do you like the hot professor?”

You lightly slapped their arm. “Shut up, I don’t think he’s hot.”

They laughed. “Of course you do! I see you staring at him all the time! It’s ok: he is pretty hot.”

You felt your face heating up. “Ok, maybe I think he’s kinda hot, but I like the class too!”

“I hear you.”

--

As class ended the next day, you took a breath. You shouldn’t be this nervous to talk to him, he was your professor, of course he would be willing to help you. You lingered in your seat for a few moments, taking longer than usual to stuff your laptop back in your bag. As people filed out of the room, you carefully approached his desk.

“Professor Hoffman?”

He looked up, smiling slightly as he met your eyes. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

“I was hoping that maybe you had time to talk to me about my last paper? I was wondering if you could tell me what I did wrong, or what I could improve next time?”

He regarded you for a moment and you couldn’t help but shift a bit under his gaze.

“Of course. I have another class in a few minutes, but I have time to meet tomorrow, if you’d like.”

You nodded, thanking him as he gave you a time and his office number. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

He smirked. “See you then. Don’t be late.”

--

“What are you all dressed up for?” your friend asked.

“What? I’m not dressed up. Do I look dressed up?”

“I mean, maybe not dressed up, but you look nice. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

They smiled. “Oh! Now I remember. You have your meeting with the hot professor today! That’s why you dressed so cute.”

“I did not!”

“I don’t believe you. You better hurry up, don’t you have to be there in a few minutes?”

You looked at your phone, cursing under your breath. They were right, you only had a couple minutes before your meeting. You sped up your pace, telling your friend you’d see them later as they walked to their class building.

“You better tell me all about it! Don’t do anything inappropriate, young lady!”

You hurried into the brick building that held Professor Hoffman’s office, trying to find the room number he had given you. Your eyes scanned the plaques next to each door, looking for the one engraved with his name. When you finally found it, the door was shut. You knocked softly, waiting patiently until you heard a voice tell you to come in.

You pushed the door open, examining his office as you entered. One wall was lined with bookshelves, filled with books on psychology, criminal justice, and what looked like case files. His desk sat in front of the window, his back to the light streaming in through the glass. He sat, leaned back in his desk chair, shirt slightly unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Take a seat,” he said, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. You quickly complied, smoothing your skirt as you sat down.

--

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you when you walked into his office, closing the door behind you. He should have punished you right then for testing him like that: all dressed up for him, pretty skirt cutting off just above your knees, shirt lower cut than he had ever seen you wearing in class.

“So,” he started, trying to regain his composure. “You wanted to talk to me about your paper?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” Fuck. “I was wondering if you could tell me what I could have done better with this assignment. I thought I did really well on it, until I got my grade back.”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, well, it was very well-written. And you have the concepts down. But your job was to analyze the video, not just repeat what I had said in class. Even if you put it a bit more eloquently than I did.” He smiled. “I almost get the feeling that you’re a bit…distracted in my class.

He watched as you became flustered, a smile still on his lips. “Well, professor, I just – I just have a lot on my mind. Sometimes it wanders, you know?” Your eyes darted around, staring at your hands, your bag on the floor, the surface of his desk.

He nodded. “Wanders to what?”

He couldn’t help the smug look on his face as you struggled to answer. He knew what your mind wandered to, he could see it on your face when you were supposed to be paying attention to his lectures. He saw the blush on your face, the way your pupils were blown. And he knew exactly where your mind was wandering to.

“Well, you know, to other things I have to do.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like me?”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me. I see the way you stare at me, the look on your face when I catch you. You think I have no idea what you think about when you’re in my class? You think I can’t read you like a book, sweetheart?”

He tilted his head, watching as you took in his words. You looked like a deer in headlights, knowing he had figured out your secret. He saw the way your body stiffened at the pet name, your legs pressing together.

“I’ll tell you what,” he started, against his better judgement. “You really want to improve your grade?”

You nodded. He told himself to stop, to kick you out of his office before he put his career in jeopardy. But, God, the look on your face, so eager to hear what he had to say, pretty face flushed with embarrassment, legs squeezed together so tight he thought you might explode.

“Cmere,” he said in a low voice.

You slowly stood, making your way around his desk to stand in front of him. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he growled. “Where does your mind wander to during my class? I want to hear you tell me.”

“To you,” you said softly.

“Cmon, baby, you can do better than that.” He knew he was being a dick, he saw how flustered you were, how you were trying to work up the courage to answer his question. And he loved it.

“To you – to you…”

“To me fucking you?” he helped.

“Yes.” Your eyes were fixed on your hands.

“Look at me and say it.”

Your eyes met his. “My mind wanders to – to you fucking me.”

“Much better. Now, you really want to improve your grade, sweetheart?”

You nodded and he saw the eagerness in your eyes, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

“Then get on your fuckin’ knees.”

He smiled, chuckling as you quickly dropped to your knees in front of his chair, hands getting to work on his belt. He watched your eyes widen as you released him from his dress pants and couldn’t help the feeling of pride that swelled in his chest.

“Something wrong, baby?” he asked, cocky smile spreading across his face. You shook your head. “Then go on.”

He let out a deep groan as you took him into your mouth, placing a hand on the back of your head. He wrapped his hand in your hair, guiding you as his dick hit the back of your throat. “Such a good girl.” He leaned his head back against the chair, savoring the feeling of your head bobbing on his cock.

His looked back down at you, eyes darkening as he saw how eagerly you sucked him off, spit coating your lips, tears welling in your eyes every time you took him down your throat. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little distracted during classes too, picturing you just like this.

He pulled your head back by your hair until you were looking up at him. “Get up here, sweetheart,” he said, motioning to his lap.

You shakily got to your feet before straddling his lap, setting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He reached under your skirt, hands gripping your ass. He watched as you began to grind your clothed core on his dick, admiring the desperate look on your face.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked, hand slowly wrapping around your throat. “So desperate for me. No one been taking care of this pussy?”

You frantically shook your head, grinding down harder.

“Poor little slut. Take them off. I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart.”

You shifted on his lap, pulling your underwear down your legs and tossing them to the side. He slowly ran a finger through your folds, letting out a low hum. “God, baby, this all for me?” Your answer was cut off by him pushing two fingers inside of you, your words turning to a moan. He slowly pumped his fingers, curling them inside you while your ground down on his hand.

“Poor baby, those college boys don’t know how to make you feel good? You’re so fuckin’ desperate.” You quickly shook your head, too lost in the feeling of him working you to form words. You whined when he pulled his fingers out.

He lined himself up at your entrance, the other hand wrapping around your waist, holding you steady. “Go on, baby. Show me how needy you are.”

You slowly slid yourself down onto his cock, mouth falling open as he stretched you out. His head fell back onto his chair, eyes screwing shut, before quickly opening them again, taking in the sight of you full of his dick. He placed his hands on your hips, keeping you steady as you began to bounce. You quickly picked up the pace, grinding yourself down on him, eyes clouded from pleasure.

Your moans filled his ears, eyes roaming your body as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“God, baby, you look so fuckin’ pretty. Such a good little whore for me, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, just for you, Daddy!” you moaned, before quickly catching yourself. He saw your eyes widen, realizing what you had just said.

He wrapped his strong arm around your waist, standing from his chair, still buried deep inside you, before setting you on his desk. He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing slightly and pushing your back down onto the surface. “Say it again.”

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” you said softly.

“That’s fuckin’ right baby.” He set a fast pace, roughly fucking into you, one hand still around your throat, the other gripping your hip so hard he knew it would probably leave marks.

He let out a groan at the sight of you underneath him, skirt bunched around your waist, mouth hanging open, hands gripping his arms. He watched your back arch off the table, squeezing your eyes shut.

He froze, abruptly stopping his thrusts. “Look at me when you cum on my dick, baby. Fuckin’ look at me or I’ll stop again. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” you cried, eyes locked on his.

“Much better.” His fingers found their way to your clit as he continued burying himself in you. “Cum for me baby, show me how much you love my cock.”

Your nails dug into his arm as your legs shook around him, moaning loudly as you reached your high. He felt his own end coming on. He leaned down, his face inches from yours. “Tell me sweetheart, where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside…” was all you could manage, still overcome with pleasure.

He smiled. “You want me to fill you up, baby?” You nodded, begging him to fill you.

His pace faltered as he came, gripping your hips tightly. He let go of you, placing his hands on his desk, catching his breath. He slowly pulled out of you, pulling his pants back up and tossing you your underwear. You carefully sat up, legs still shaking slightly.

He settled himself back in his chair, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. He smirked at you, sitting on his desk, completely undone.

“I suppose I can raise your grade on that paper,” he started. “But I do think we should have weekly tutoring sessions. You obviously need some more help with this.” He smirked at you. “Does that sound good to you?”

You never agreed to something faster in your life.

--

I really liked writing this, if y’all like it I may give you a part 2👀

#mark hoffman x reader #mark hoffman #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #saw #saw franchise

[mechaseraph]

One guy. Er, I mean two, no, no! Four, four completely different guys, no correlation between them, no sir! Started this around same time as this KID one. It should be same style proportion-wise. As I was messing around for fun/on purpose of finding something that more cartoony? simpler in flow? Anyways, the design/style notes/thoughts under the cut, I did put lots of my exhausted braincells into Kaito/KID difference

Overall style inspos: 1) "I need to think of Sonic but like more human-y" 2) Miho Shimogasa (PPGZ/Kaito Joker/BatuSpi Toppa Bashin) 3) PSWG and SPvsW lol kinda, just from my head how I remembered em though

>Cone and Shin: Originally wasn't planning on putting shadows in his eyes, but without em he's straight up "People with blue eyes" meme. Creepy too much. Neat and sharp a bit. Cone is a pain to size correctly. I think I kinda got it right? But maybe he should had been just tad taller? You never know if he's like 95cm or 1m and something Side note, but Cone's shoes really make me think of Sonic's- >Shin and Kaito: Neat and bit sharp vs more laid back and messy. Also more puffy/round on corners? I basically want him to have puffy sleeves/sleeves that got some volume to em because it fits the magician in my eyes. Adds to hands/arm movement Also Shin's eyes of more your blue/dark blue shades, while Kaito's of blue-ish purple That's to say, I imagine/think Shinichi is the one who hunches more, while Kaito is the one who tends to lean back a bit/keep posture mostly straight (if he ain't sleeping in class lol) >Kaito and KID: Kinda pathetic and messy vs your perfect phantom thief. More shadowy/half-closed eyes vs "oh he's bright awake and ready to go stupid go crazy". Some guy vs the charisma itself. That's to say, shadows cover Kid's visible eye most of the time. And he also has that grin...or his mouth hidden at all. His hair appears bit more fluffier and neater, too. I also tried to keep that juxtaposition with Shinichi of "more sharps vs more round" with him as well. Overall, I like the thought of what if Kaito was more loser in canon, as in less people in school liking him, pitying for his family situation, etc, no entirely of course, because it's simply him, but feel it be more fun in contrast with Kid (and Shinichi) Also, for Kid's cape...just didn't felt like drawing it here, you can excuse me, right?

I think that's all I have to say, but if there's anything ya wanna point out/hear, please ask away!~

#dcmk #detective conan #magic kaito #kaitou kid #kaito kuroba #kudo shinichi #edogawa conan #mecha's shitty doodles #anyway uh if anyone wants to ref those either for style or just to color pick the palette go ahead #also my friend said this style made her think of those old vns from saturn/psx/pc engine of that time and it makes me happy #i'd love to try and mb do some fakescreenshots in that style...if i know how </3 and also what plot to put there #alas i am not good of a writer

[ky-yk]

get up (kzh x f!reader)

a sequel to “cool with you (kzh x f!reader)”

genre: fluff || word count: 1k

author’s note: the ending sounds sad but i swear it isn't alright

stop, don’t touch me there! this is, my no-no square!

you jolted awake at the sound of the offending song. heartbeat racing at the thought of possibly missing your first class of the day, you were gearing up to get ready on autopilot with your eyelids still lidded until your brain finally caught up with you:

it’s a saturday.

with a groan and an eye roll, you immediately plopped back down. instead of meeting the mattress beneath you, though, your back instead it the very lithe, very toned arm of your girlfriend, nakamura kazuha.

you shot back up and winced at the contact, face contorting in cringe. yikes, i hope i didn’t wake her up, you thought. you slowly turned around, keeping your eyes closed until you faced the girl, slowly opening your eyes to see whether you’d woken the girl.

thankfully enough, she’s still dead to the world.

with a sigh of relief, you looked around, wondering what you should do now that you were wide awake. soon enough, your eyes wandered down to the sight of a sleeping kazuha.

she’d never looked more at peace: eyes fluttered closed, her long eyelashes sticking out. her face was relaxed, the light streaming in from your windows coloring her in a soft glow that accentuated her long nose bridge, her hair plump lips, and her soft cheeks. she looked so small engulfed in her hoodie.

she looks so beautiful.

“you know i can feel you staring, right?”

breaking out of your lovesick daze, you snapped out of your reverie to see your girlfriend stretching awake and yawning. you tried to laugh it off. “psh, me? staring? you wish,” you playfully scoffed — exaggerated eye roll and everything.

“me when i lie,” she yawns as she reaches up to wrap her arms around your waist, drawing you closer to her lying body. once you’re close enough, she nuzzles herself into your waist, leaving you chuckling at the sight.

“what time is it?” you barely make out what she’s saying, but when you do, you reach over her for your phone.

“9:20,” you read out the time.

“eh?!“ she exclaimed (you still had to exert a little more effort to try to hear her, though). “still so early, y/n-ie,” she whined, hugging you closer and pretty much dragging you to lie back in bed with her.

“that is not early, zuha-chan!” you said exasperatedly, putting your phone down dramatically as you looked at the koala around your waist. “i’d be in my first period class around this time.”

“and we love that for you,” she deadpanned. rolling your eyes, you reached down to take her arms from off your waist.

“what are you doing?” she whined.

“i’ll go make us breakfast, zuha-chan. you can keep resting here, i’ll just bring you your food,” you reasoned out. she just mumbled something you couldn’t bother to make out anymore. you think she’s finally relented once you don’t feel her fighting back, allowing you to quietly get up and go out into the kitchen.

after taking out the ingredients you needed, you now found yourself standing by the stove, waiting for the oil to heat up before you could pour the eggs in.

once the eggs were in, you started moving them around in the pan with your spatula, ensuring that all sides were cooked evenly. you stared at the pan, so intently focused that you started zoning out and working on autopilot.

that was until long and lithe arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you out of your reverie and back into the real world. you felt a chin drop on your shoulder and someone’s front pressing up against your back. your heart began calming down after realizing it was just kazuha and not some stranger who’d magically broken into your house.

relishing in her embrace, a small smile graced your lips as you focused on your cooking. the girl behind you hummed. “smells good, babe,” she commented before nosing at your neck and leaving to set the table. you felt the heat rise up from that spot on your neck all the way up to your ears, and you hoped that if she noticed, she’d just chock it up to the heat from the stove.

the house was quiet, save for the shuffling around of feet, the clinks and clangs of kitchen utensils, the sizzle of the pan, and your soft humming. it was easy.

you and kazuha maneuvered around the kitchen and dining room as if it was a choreographed dance. soon enough, you’d set the food on the dishes she set out and brought them to the dining table while she readied up a glass of water for you both by your plates. you returned to the stove to put your dirty dishes in the sink, and when you turned back around, kazuha was already sat at her place, mindlessly staring at the table while zoning out.

the moment you sat down, you gently knocked on the table to get her attention. she jumped a little bit and blinked once before noticing your easy yet amused smile. she returned your smile with an equally bright yet tired smile, her eyes closing into crescents. you motioned to her food and she nodded in response, leaving you to munch down on your own food.

silence enveloped you both as you peacefully ate your breakfast. once you and kazuha had finished breakfast, you volunteered to bring your dishes to the sink since the girl was back to zoning off. after depositing the dishes, you walked behind the girl and wrapped your arms over her shoulders and rested your weight on the girl.

"penny for your thoughts, zuha-chan?" you mumbled.

"'m just tired," she replied.

rising from your position, you walked around her and made your way over to her lap. she immediately wrapped her arms around your waist as you did the same around her neck. she went back to burying her face in your neck and just stayed there for a while.

you brought the girl closer by cradling her head closer to you while she dragged you closer into her. you sighed. "that beat, zuha-chan? you slept like you were dead last night," you chuckled lightheartedly.

"just wanna stay like this," kazuha mumbled. "too much out there. too loud."

"then we can stay like this."

oh how you wished you could stay like this.

#🐻 — ky writes #le sserafim #girl group imagines #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim x reader #nakamura kazuha #kazuha x reader #lesserafim kazuha

[angstywaifu]

Love Letters

I hope you guys like this one. Little bit shorter, but I think it still works well! I'm just so use to writing for Garrick. But I will get better! Thank you @fw-gt for another lovely request.

Bodhi and I had taken to hiding out in my room today. Bodhi’s head was in my lap, his light snores signalling he had fallen asleep while I read my book. He had been out on a supply run with Garrick and Xaden last night and they had gotten back very late. I had watched him struggling to stay awake all day in class. As our last class had ended, he had not objected as I’d grabbed his arm and said we were going to relax in his room. It was almost tradition for me to drag him to one of our rooms. He would sleep while I would read or draw.

Bodhi shifted in my lap, rolling onto his side and grabbing onto my thigh with his hands. A soft smile on his lips as he does so. One of my hands subconsciously drops down to his hair as I lightly play with his hair. A content sigh falling from his lips followed quickly by another snore.

Our peaceful moment is temporary as my door is flung open, banging against the wall loudly revealing a slightly out of breathe Xaden. Bodhi bolts upright from my lap, eyes darting around the room till they land on Xaden who is staring at us with the biggest smirk.

“Sorry to wreck your moment love birds but I need to borrow you for a moment Bodhi.” Xaden’s demeanour changes instantly and we both know its to do with supply runs.

Bodhi sighs and nods his head slowly before climbing over me and moving to follow Xaden. Just before he leaves he quickly darts back and smiles at me.

”Oh I forgot to tell you, I got some snack’s last night. They’re in my top draw if you want any. I’ll be back soon.” And with that he’s gone.

I sigh and shake my head. Those boys were stretching themselves thin with the amount of supply runs they were doing. But it needed to be done. We needed to keep a good relationship with the Gryphon riders. Though I couldn’t complain as Bodhi usually managed to get food from back home that we couldn’t get here. I try wait as long as I can to go and see what he had gotten, but I’m quickly drawn to it as I was starving after gym today. And dinner was still a little bit away. I walk over to his desk, placing my book down on top as I reach for the top draw.

I pull open the draw with a tug, and on top is a small package that must have the food. It’s smaller than normal, but sometimes we could only manage to get a little bit from the Gryphon riders. I pick it up to open and see what he’s gotten when something underneath catches my eye. There’s a pile of what looks like letters. Normally I wouldn’t notice or care, but the one on top is open and at the top is my name. My name in Bodhi’s hand writing. The food is instantly forgotten as I place it next to my book and grab the pile of letters. I should respect Bodhi’s privacy. But he’s written it to me. So surely I would be getting it at some point. As I grab the top letter I notice the one below it is also written to me.

As I shuffle through the letters, my heart beating faster as I look at each one. They’re all addressed to me. I place the pile down as I look over the half written letter on top.

Hi Y/N,

Here I am again. Writing a letter you’ll never see. Ironically as I write this you’re asleep on the bed behind me. You look so peaceful. You already know this but I moved your book and placed your bookmark in so you wont lose your spot.

Valentines Day is coming up. If only I had the guts to tell you how I feel and ask you out on a date. The guys keep telling me I should, you should hear the shit they throw at me when you aren’t around. They seem convinced my feelings aren’t one sided. But I can’t risk what we have. I’d rather stay in this friend limbo than potentially wreck it all by you not sharing my feelings. I just really hope no one else asks you. I don’t know what I would do.

As I finish where the letter currently ends the door flies open to reveal Bodhi, Xaden and Garrick. As Bodhi’s eyes drop to what is in my hands his face goes the palest I’ve ever seen. Xaden and Garrick who are just behind him must know about the letters cause their faces also go slightly pale, just not as pale as Bodhi.

”Well we’re going to leave you two to it. Have fun.” Says Garrick with a smirk, pushing Bodhi through the door and closing it.

Bodhi doesn’t look at me. His eyes focused on the letter in my hand. The silence almost deafening. Neither of us wanting to make the first move or break the silence. My heart is thundering in my chest. Bodhi likes me. He likes me. I should be overjoyed at the news. I am. But right now it feels like there's a massive void between us.

I place the letter down as I fully turn to face him. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have read them but I saw my name and got curious.”

His eyes stay glued on the letter now on the desk, not daring to look at me even as I walk towards him. As I look up into his brown eyes I can’t quite make out the emotion in them. But I can tell he’s scared. Like his worst nightmare has come true. I reach out and grab his hand, he jerks his hand away at my touch as if I’ve startled him. His eyes finally meet mine. He still looks nervous, but theirs a different emotion in them now. He takes a deep breath as he takes my hands in his.

”Now that you know. What would you do? What would you say if I asked you out on a date?” His voice wavers slightly as he asks me. He’s gotten the confidence to ask me, but I can tell he’s scared shitless about what I might say.

His brown eyes stare intently into mine. As a small smile forms on my lips I notice the corner of his lips turn upwards at the corners. He moves forwards till our shoes are touching. His hands release mine, and take place on my hips. My hands taking place on his chest at the close proximity.

”How about you ask me and find out.” My hands moving up from his chest to his neck, lightly grasping at the collar of his jacket.

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine as his question filled the silence in the room. "Y/N, will you go out with me?" His voice was soft, barely a whisper, as if he was afraid that speaking any louder might shatter the moment.

The words hung in the air between us, a question asked in earnest, his vulnerability laid bare. This was Bodhi, my best friend, asking me to take a leap of faith with him, to step beyond the boundaries of our friendship and into something deeper, something more.

I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth as I nodded. "Yes, Bodhi," I murmured, matching his soft tone. "I'd love to go out with you."

The tension that had filled the room evaporated instantly, replaced by a warmth that seemed to radiate from Bodhi. A broad, beaming smile broke out on his face, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of relief and joy. He pulled me closer, his grip on my hips tightening as he leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine. His laughter echoed softly around the room, a sound that was as relieving as it was infectious.

“I’m kind of glad you found those letters now.” He whispers to me.

”So am I.”

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #the empyrean #bodhi durran #bodhi durran x reader #bodhi fourth wing #bodhi durran one shot

[ashintheairlikesnow]

🔪 for Chris!

🔪 Awake surgery

CW: Referenced hand whump, blood, sadism, reluctant whumper, facility whump, BBU

"You have got to be joking." The doctor dried his hands off on the single-use towel he held, watching through the one-way window as the trainee inside sat, shaking his head at a nurse who was speaking to him in a low voice. He shook it less like he was saying no and more like he was simply denying that she was speaking at all. "Him again? What the fuck is Petrus doing to this kid? It's only been, what, four days since I got him out of the clinic in the first place!"

"I mean, you know what he does to him, he's one of the little sluts." The handler rolls his eyes. "Petrus fucks him stupid, not that any of them have brains to begin with. But this time 223499 dropped a glass during his Mixology class. Can't pin it this one on Petrus, it's all on 499 being a little bitch again. His Mixology instructor says he's a clumsy little shit."

"Great. Okay." Dr. Ross has a headache already. He hates this place, hates the crude, aggressive handlers and the way they talk about - and to - the trainees. He hates sewing the injured trainees up only to see them again, with new wounds needing dressed and new terror in their eyes. He hates everything about this job except the paycheck.

He can't wait to get another job and get the hell out of here.

The Facility gets to him - it works its way down under his skin, seeing the haunted, nervous way the trainees looked around all the time, trying to guess where pain would come from next. Trying to curry favor, to avoid the torture constantly forced on them anyway. He's been seeing their frightened faces and hearing them beg in his dreams far too often. "So he's here because..."

"It's a deep cut." The handler shrugs. "He needs stitches."

Dr. Ross looks back at the trainee. 223499 is holding perfectly still while the nurse turns his hand over. His palm is a mess of blood, darker than the new-penny shine of his hair. The trainee's stained fingers twitch nervously.

He's just a kid.

The same kid who'd automatically gone to his knees just a week ago, ready to do whatever he was commanded to, thoughtless obedience making the doctor's stomach turn.

He has to get out of here.

Dr. Ross swallows, feeling like there's a lump in his throat he just can't quite get rid of it. "Fine. I'll prep something to numb his hand, we'll give him a little bit of-"

"Nah." The handler shrugs, looking bored. "His primary's got a note on his file, didn't you see it? No painkillers for three weeks. Not even topical."

Dr. Ross watches 223499 flinch away from the nurse, who slaps him, making him cry out. The sound is muffled through the one-way window. As is the apology the boy provides immediately, stammering through it, only to be slapped again. This time, he doesn't cry out. He only cringes back, hunching into himself, and keeps his eyes down.

It makes Dr. Ross feel sick.

"... fine," He says, realizing the silence is drawing out too long. "I'll get him sewn up. He can go back to his room once it's done. Tell Petrus to leave him alone for one night, at least?"

The handler snorts with dry humor. "Yeah, good luck on that. But I'll tell him you said so. You want me to help you strap him down?"

Dr. Ross doesn't let himself look at the trainee again. "Yeah. Come in and strap him down while I prep."

"You got it, Doc." The handler gives him a lazy salute.

The kid doesn't fight being strapped down, but it doesn't matter. Once the work begins, the kid's back arches, he screams and thrashes wordlessly, then... even worse, he makes noises after like he's dying, low moaning sounds that seem barely human. He's shuddering, whispering apologies when all he'd done was drop a glass and try to clean it up too fast.

Dr. Ross goes home that night with the trainee's screaming in his ears. He hears the sounds the kid makes once the needle goes into his skin all weekend in his nightmares.

On Monday, he emails his resignation, effective immediately.

He's smart enough to have a one-way ticket booked for a country WRU isn't operating in before anyone reads it.

#chris the strawberry blond romantic #223499 #facility whump #bbu #box boy #box boy whump #box boy universe #referenced hand whump #sadistic whumper #reluctant whumper

[vxntagedior]

hi!! i really loved true blood, you write both xavier and comfort so well

i was wondering if i could request xavier with a reader who gets traumatising visions and faints (like wednesday) and he’s always there to help her as she goes down and as she comes to? i really love angsty comfort so this would be wonderful :)

catch you when you fall

summary | your visions are getting much harder for just you to handle

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | angst, psyhic!reader, trauma,

word count | 472

Psychics ran deep through your family lineage both from your mother and father’s side. As you looked into the branches of your family, you read about what psychic abilities they had, noticing how almost everyone had a different one. 

Since you were a child, you had something called a prophecy, being able to tell and see events in the future. There wasn’t much more you could get from it, your grandmother just told you and your parents that you were able to see into the future, and it wasn’t something you could control whenever you wanted.

As you grew older, your parents thought that Nevermore would be a better place for you to train your abilities and be around peers, you agreeing with them both. You were the only psychic with your particular abilities at the time, learning that once you started to attend Nevermore, you could astral project, having an out-of-body experience sending you into the future. 

Like your prophecies, they were always random and so intense you always passed out after having them. 

Keeping to yourself most of the time, Xavier had caught you during one of your projections. 

Walking out of class, you felt yourself being projected, faltering in your steps, freezing in your spot. He heard about you since you came to Nevermore, introducing him once, expressing he was also psychic in his own way.

But seeing your eyes come back and then seeing them starting to roll back, your body becoming limp, he was able to catch you before you hit the ground. 

His leg couldn’t stop shaking as he sat in the chair next to the bed you laid in, stopping when he saw you shift slightly, fluttering your eyes open.

“You’re awake.” He smiled, “Surprised I’d never see that day.”

You were thankful that he was trying to make you feel a little better. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He asked. 

“I fainted and you had to help me, and you didn’t need to stay here.” You explained, “I thought I’d have my own powers under control by now.”

“Don't worry about it.” He smiled, “Took me a while to get my psychic powers to be tame.”

Watching him pull out a small pocket notebook, he opened up to a drawing to a caterpillar. Sitting up on the bed, you shifted closer towards him. His hand hovered over the drawing, and you watched as it came to life. 

Your eyes widened, watching it crawl towards the end of the page, moving your arm, letting it crawl up your arm.

Xavier saw the smile on your face, as you touched it softly, the ink disappearing into the air. 

“That’s amazing.” You said in awe, “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.” He smiled, “If you fall again, I’ll just have to be there to catch you.”

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x fem!reader #xavier thorpe x girlfirend!reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday x reader #psychic!reader #xavier thorpe x psychic!reader

[jellyfishsthings]

My lips. Your lips. Apocalypse.

Warnings: my shit writing, violence (kinda?)

part 2

I will be the first person to say it. School is boring. And that is a lot since Nevermore is no ordinary school. The only class that is interesting, yet exhausting, is this one. Mrs Smith is sitting across from me. Staring intensely in my eyes, trying to find the weak spot in my mental shield. We have been at it for hours and I have managed to preserve my resolve. Until now. She finally breaks in.

"So what is it about you? You seem quite ordinary to be going to that school." The cute Barnstaple across from me asks. He has nice brown hair that curls at his ears. Deep thoughtful eyes. He is mundane or better yet, ordinary, as he called me. He is perfect. But something about him screams certain danger. Tyler, Tyler Galpin, whom I have come to know as my best friend. My dreamy best friend, who I moon over day and night and constantly plagues my thoughts.

"That is top secret agent type of shit, you can not know" I answered him with a chuckle.

The memory soon fades, as fast as it appeared. I feel my shoulders sag from exhaustion and I try to find sense in the safety of my magical pendant. The one that keeps others at bay while also containing my powers. The one that keeps me safe not only from others but also from myself. Mind control is not easy stuff, you have to be hyperfocus. Do you want to control something or someone? You have to draw all your willpower and pour it into that task. Which is tough shit. Making someone forget or simply reading their thoughts or memories, even manipulating them is now as natural as breathing. Shielding yourself from others with the same powers is the hardest. There aren't many of us but we are more powerful than anyone else. So if you slip up, you are vulnerable to the world.

You know what they say. With great power comes great responsibility.

My ears are ringing. My mind is reeling. Each breath I take feels like hell. They are uneven, torturous and slow

"Drink this" I feel a cold water bottle touch my bottom lip. I drink the offered water greedily. My vision from hazy slowly starts turning itself clear and I can make out my surroundings again. "Better?" I nod and wait for the lecture to start. "So your shield lasted over two hours. You are strong, you know that, but you can not let yourself get lost in your daydreams. Especially when we are practising ".

"Yeah I know, I know" I heave, still trying to stabilize my breathing.

"Go rest"

I get up slowly. Unsteady on my feet and wandering through the halls while feeling my way in the walls, trailing my fingertips in the cold stoned wall. I enter my dorm and change out of my uniform. Putting on a white oversized shirt, half buttoned and collapsing in my bed.

The hours pass as I am in a half-awake state. Being aware of the room around me, but my organism turns to its usual state. And so I dream. I dream of him. What it would be like to kiss. What it would be like to date.

I am startled awake as my roommate slams the door behind her wake. Wednesday in her usual lack of colour stops in the middle of the room and sharply looks at me. "Good, you are awake".

I sigh rolling my eyes "What do you want?"

"I am going to the house I was telling you about. I might need your help."

"Why?"

"Because you are useful."

"Jee thanks. It feels good to be appreciated. "

The sun has finally set and we walk towards the school's entrance door, where a familiar Jeep awaits. Tyler, he is here. Enid and Wednesday are wearing their matching hoodie scarf things, as usual, I am left out. As usual, Wednesday climbs in the passenger seat, my seat, and Tyler doesn't say a word about that, instead, he flirts with her. He doesn't even greet me or ask about my day, as he used to.

I silently seeth as we arrive at what looks like a haunted manor. We break in and we start wandering through the house trying to find evidence. At some point, we are separated. As I walk into what looks like an old girl's bedroom, I feel a presence behind me, the hair on my neck standing as I grab the nearest object ready to attack.

Yet a strong hand shoots out and stops my blow easily. "Hey there. Be careful, Rockey, you wouldn't want to hit me, now would you?" The breath is knocked out of me. The moonlight hits him just right, highlighting his features, the soft smile, the high cheekbones and sharp jawline. His laughing face turns into one of confusion. He opens his mouth ready to ask me something, when a strange sound echoes through the room.

He grabs me and flushes me to his chest. He places his hand to my mouth and I feel my heart race. I can feel every plain of his body against mine. His defined chest rises and falls in a crazy rhythm, and his hands hold me in place with urgency. We must stay like this for a few seconds or mere minutes but it feels like hours as I try to catalog his characteristics.

"I will go check, it must have been the girls, please stay here."

"What? No, I am coming with you."

"Please." He uses that voice. The one he knows that can convince me to do anything.

So I stay put. Until I see a light shining into the forest. I find myself following it. Threading through the trees and the fallen leaves. Someone moves just out of sight. A knife is thrown my way and I drop to the ground. The figure stalks towards me and as I think that I am doomed. The Hyde makes its appearance, attacking what I assumed to be a man, tiring him to shreds. After it's done it turns my way, snuffing the air as I am frozen in place, terrified to the bone.

The sound of bones breaking fills the air as the monster in front of me turns into a … boy? A familiar one. He is covered in blood and unconscious. I make a quick decision and drag him towards his house, cleaning him up in his bathtub and stitching up the scratch wound on his pecs. Tyler is the Hyde. The Hyde is Tyler. They are one and the same.

I am watching him, studying him while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful yet troubled. I creep towards his father's room and find some handcuffs, thank you Sheriff Galpin, and tie him up in his headboard, waiting till he awakes.

words: 1.154 (there will be a pt.2.... propably?)

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin angst

[friendly-neighborhood-imbecille]

Dannymay Day 26: Art/Fic Switch!

I usually draw, so here’s a reveal fic with Danny and a very concerned Lancer.

He really should have stayed home today. It would have been so easy to just fly back home after being dropped off at school and sleep for the next twelve hours. His parents wouldn’t notice, they were too busy working on making ghost shields for the elementary schools. And even if they did notice, he could just say he was feeling sick. His mom would definitely believe him and even her fawning over him all day would be better than this. 

It was getting hard to keep his eyes open. Seven medium powered animal ghosts had attacked last night and by the time he finished capturing them all it was already time for him to get ready for school. The only sleep he had been able to get in was the thirty minutes he had spent passed out under the bleachers in gym class. And the (so far unused) gym clothes in the front pocket of his backpack turned it into such a comfortable pillow. Especially now with the white noise of Lancer droning on about murderous rabbits of all things.

Sam was in Peru with her parents for the week and Tucker was on a field trip with his computer programming class. So if he just fell asleep there wouldn’t be anyone to shake him awake or worry about why he was so tired. He could just relax and drift away into unconsciousness. 

Until the alarms started blaring.

His head was pulsing in time with the electronic whining. People were yelling and rushing around the room, but he couldn’t make out any specific words or voices. The thumping in his head and blaring from everywhere at once drowned it out. Somebody grabbed his upper arm and guided him up from his chair, out the door, and down the hallway. People were running, he was running with them. He wasn’t sure what they were running from, he couldn’t think. His head hurt. The hand was still on his arm. He just kept running until he ran into something hard and painful. It stung his skin like fire, ice, and electricity at the same time. All feelings of tiredness were forcibly expelled from his body by the sheer amount of pain pumping through him. He screamed and fell to the ground.

“Are you okay Mr. Fenton?”

Danny controlled his breathing and blinked away the shock of the impact before he looked around and took in his surroundings, shocked awake by the impact. There was a shield around the school. A shield he couldn’t go through. And Lancer had seen it. 

“Are you hurt?” Lancer asked, offering out a hand to Danny. Danny shook his head and took it, letting himself be lifted up by his teacher.

“We need to go through the shield. The ghost will be able to get to us if we don’t.” So that’s what was happening. There was a ghost attack. But why didn’t he sense it before?

“Daniel, we need to go. Now.” Despite his words, Lancer didn’t move towards the shield. He just looked around frantically as if searching for another way out.

“No, I can’t. It won’t let me through.” Danny took a step back from the glowing green barrier. Just being close to it made his hair stand on end. 

“We can’t just stay here. This is dangerous.” 

“Just go ahead without me, I’ll be fine. I promise.” He would have a hard enough time fighting that ghost off himself with how tired he was. He really didn’t want to have to protect Lancer too. “I deal with stuff like this all the time. My parents are the Fentons. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Lancer looked at him with what he could only describe as horror. Whether it was from the idea of him fighting ghosts, or the idea of running to safety while leaving him to fend for himself Danny didn’t know. “Daniel, in my time as a teacher in this town, I have not lost a single student. I’m not going to lose one now. I’m staying with you and we’re going to find a way out of this.”

There was no way around this then. Lancer was stuck with him until this was over.

They walked back down the hallway towards the center of the building. “The Fentons, I mean, your parents were alerted when the ghost entered the building. Let’s hope they come soon. The shield can’t be deactivated until the ghost is captured, so we should probably find a place to hide until then.” 

Danny led them into an empty classroom and closed the door behind them. “Here, we can hide behind Mr. Mallard’s desk.”

“Wouldn’t the basement be better?” Lancer asked.

“No time. Besides, I’m not entirely sure it would.”

They sat behind the desk, silent for what felt like hours, though it couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes. Danny focused on the booming sounds of footsteps from a giant creature overhead and the inhuman screeches that would send shivers down any normal person’s spine while he picked at the fraying sleeve of his jacket and tried to think of some way out of this. Tried to come up with a plan to stop the ghost and keep Lancer safe without compromising his identity. Lancer broke the silence. 

“Why can’t you go through the shields?”

Danny jumped, broken out of his focus, before turning his eyes to the ground and scratching his neck. A small part of him had been clinging onto the idea of Lancer somehow forgetting about that, as impossible as it seemed. “It’s complicated. You probably won’t believe me.” He hoped that this would be enough to get Lancer to drop it, but wasn’t too optimistic. 

“I might be surprised by it, but I think I’d be able to believe whatever it is.” Lancer smiled and looked at Danny expectantly.

“I, um,” He didn’t have enough time to come up with a full fledged lie, so a half truth would have to do. “In September last year I got a little shock from one of my parents' inventions and now some of their ghost tech works on me. It’s nothing serious, but it does cause some problems.” 

It was silent for a bit more. The sounds of stomping and screaming died down. The ghost had probably moved to the other side of the school. After around five more minutes, Lancer started the conversation back up. 

“Do your parents know?”

Danny hesitated, not sure what to say. He didn’t want to make his parents look bad, but what could he say to achieve that? “Yes. I mean, no. I think? They might know about some of it, but not a lot. I mean, if they knew about all of it, they probably would have made some adjustments to the shield. Right?” He held his breath, waiting for Lancer’s reaction. Lancer took a second to consider the information, then relented. 

“I suppose that is right.” Danny relaxed and went back to listening for the ghost. He heard talking, and faint bellows before the room started to tint green. 

“Oh thank goodness, your parents are here.” A strange smell filled the room, seeping from the vents and sinking to the ground. It made his skin tingle and made it hard for him to move. It was like all his limbs were falling asleep.

“We need to get out of here.”

“What?” 

“We need to go upstairs, I can’t stay here.” He tried to stand up, but his legs wobbled. His head was starting to feel really heavy and his eyes were getting droopier than normal. His face felt numb, like he had gotten fifteen shots at the dentist in preparation for a cavity removal.

“Daniel, what’s going on?”

“The gas, I,” It was getting hard to breathe, hard to talk, hard to think. “I can’t.” He started to sway. He wanted to go to bed, but he was picked up and carried upstairs, away from the gas.

He was set down on the floor of the third floor hallway. He started to cough so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if he had a sore throat tomorrow. He sounded like a dying goose, but at least he felt a bit better now. The gas was heavy and wouldn’t travel much up here. As long as he stayed upstairs he was safe from it. But once the threat was dealt with, how was he going to get out? It wasn’t like he could just transform and fly away. Lancer would probably be keeping close attention to him. Especially after this.

Lancer was breathing hard like he had just ran a marathon. Danny didn’t blame him. The guy was trapped in a building with a dangerous ghost, was probably scared out of his mind for his and Danny’s safety, and just had to run up two flights of stairs while carrying 98 pounds of injured teenager. “How often do things like this happen?”

“What?” Danny’s throat was raspy, and it slightly hurt to talk.

“The gas, the shield, is this common?” Lancer looked worried. Danny didn’t like that look. He didn’t like how often it was paired with talk about his parents or their inventions. He wished Lancer would just leave that topic alone.

Danny bit the inside of his lip. If he lied about this, it would be super obvious. “Yes, but-”

“You need to tell your parents about this.” Lancer cut him off.

“I can’t.” He really couldn’t. What if they didn’t take it well? What if they thought he was an imposter? Or he was faking still being himself after the accident?

“Why not? If you did, you’d be safer. I’m worried about you Daniel.” He didn’t have to be worried. His job was to teach and sometimes give out detentions, not to get worried. Why couldn’t he just stick with that like all the others instead of always being worried about something or other? That would make everything so much easier.

“I know but-” He really didn’t want to talk about this right now.

“This is dangerous.”

“So are they!”

He wasn’t supposed to say that. Lancer didn’t know the situation, he couldn’t know the situation. If Lancer wasn’t suspicious of them before, he definitely was now. 

“Daniel?” He tried to avoid Lancer’s gaze, but failed. Lancer looked surprised and worried, but he couldn’t do anything to fix it. Couldn’t reassure him that everything was fine, that he didn't have to worry. Anything he could say would just make everything worse. Danny pulled himself to his feet and started walking down the hallway.

“Daniel, where are you going?” Lancer followed not too far behind him.

“There’s a Fenton thermos in the ceiling in C305.” He walked down the hall, trailing his fingers along the wall, suppressing his urge to lean against it for support. He reached room C305 and grabbed a chair to bring to the center of the room.

“Why is there a thermos in the ceiling?” Lancer looked up at the ceiling in confusion.

Danny grabbed another chair and put it in front of the first one, fronts facing each other before grabbing a barstool seat from the corner. “Because nobody ever goes in here.” He put the barstool seat on top of and inbetween the two chairs before grabbing a wooden box and putting it on top of the barstool.

He climbed up the stack of items and popped up one of the ceiling tiles to search for the thermos. “Mr. Fenton, you shouldn’t be-”

“I’m fine,” Danny cut him off. “I recover from that gas quickly. It doesn’t work as well on me as it does…” He trailed off and froze for a second before shaking the weird feeling away and grabbing the thermos. “I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me. What we do need to worry about though, is the ghost.” He tossed the thermos to Lancer who fumbled before catching it, then jumped down from the tower of furniture and landed in a squat on his hands and feet as the tower tumbled down behind him.

“The gas is denser than the air, so it’s gonna stay on the lower floors. That ghost was on the second floor when the gas started appearing, so it won’t be super affected by it. But still, it’s probably gonna try to come up here. So we need to be ready for when it does.” Dany looked at Mr. Lancer. He didn’t look to be doing too well and there wasn’t any reason for him to be here putting himself in danger.

“Mr. Lancer, I would feel a lot better if you hid in one of the classrooms downstairs or on the other side of the shield.” Lancer looked at him in horror. It was getting kind of funny how often he was able to cause that expression on his teacher’s face, in a weird sad way. It made him feel kind of guilty, but there wasn’t really any way around it. 

“Daniel, I am not going to leave you to fend for yourself against a ghost.” He sounded completely resolute, but Danny didn’t back down.

“I won’t go looking for it, I’ll hide in one of these classrooms, or the janitor’s closet. Maybe even one of the lockers. I’ll be fine, I promise. I have the fenton thermos on me and years of ghost safety knowledge. Even if it does find me, I can handle it. But I’m worried you won't be able to.”

Lancer’s face softened. “Daniel, you are a child. You shouldn’t have to be able to handle it, and I’m not going to leave you alone.”

Danny opened his mouth to respond, but froze. A wisp of fog escaped from his lips and a shudder crept down his spine. The ground beneath them rumbled and shook, then went still.

“What was that?”

A low bellow shook the building and a shrill scraping sound like nails on a chalkboard rang out from every possible direction. The ground dipped under their feet before shooting up and crumbling.

A feathery draconic figure with the face of a boar burst through the ground and scrambled towards them like its afterlife depended on it. Teeth gnashing and tail thrashing out, bashing holes in the wall. They quickly ran out of the classroom and down the hall, the creature hot on their heels, running on six stocky, clawed, rhinoceros-like limbs. It slipped on the tiles and crashed into the walls, howling in rage at every turn. Squealing in delight the closer it got to its prey.

They needed to outrun this monster, they needed to hide, but they soon found themselves at a dead end. The doorway to the stairwell locked, the monster barreling towards them, and no time to think of a way out. Lancer closed his eyes, not wanting to see what the ghost was going to do to them, But just before it could reach them, a green barrier separated it from them. The beast ran to them at full force, but they felt no impact. 

Lancer slowly and hesitantly opened his eyes, shocked that he was still alive. But when he turned his eyes to his companion, rather than the student he was expecting to see, he came face to face with Amity Park’s most famous ghost.

“Well, I guess you of all people were bound to find out sooner or later.” Danny grinned sheepishly.

“You’re… but I…” Lancer was speechless, the all too common expression of horror painted across his face.

“Yeah, that shock I mentioned wasn’t as little as I made it out to be.” Danny chuckled, trying to make light of the morbidity of the situation.

The ghost circled around the protective dome, clawing at it and attempting to chew at it, before eventually giving up and slinking away.

“So,” Danny turned to Lancer with a mix of a sheepish grin and a grimace on his face. “What was that about not losing a single student?”

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[lisin-drw]

Some MCs doodles

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[littlebitsalt]

IM SO HAPPY MY REQUEST (the catboy one) TURNS MORE THAN MY EXPECTATION(≡^∇^≡) im so happy you make it story, i thought you wouldnt understand with my words(T＿T) and i love your drawing of him! :D

Thanks😍

Yandere catboy x reader

Note: this is a continuation of part 1

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Summary: 5 short stories about the catboy

<1>

Blake dreamed of this moment. Snuggling next to you, on your bed.

He had to be in his cat form in your house, and he had a new name, but it didn't matter that much.

He actually changed into his human self again to unlock the door to your room. It was a close call and he almost got caught by your brother who got thirsty at night. When he went inside your room, you were sleeping peacefully. He looked at you, occasionally touching your face, smiling.

He knew he had to turn back to Tux if he wanted to keep it safe. However, he also wanted to feel you against him in his human form for a little bit longer. He lay beside you, his eyes half closed because of exhaustion.

"..."

He knew well not to fall asleep as Blake, but he drifted off to sleep.

Blake woke up the next day, his eyes opening right up looking around the room fast. Luckily, you were asleep. After checking the time, Blake quickly changed to his cat form.

--

Blake had a busy day. He pretended to be a stray cat taken in by your family at day. He also had to stay right beside you, watching your every movement(and he loved it). And after you drifted off to sleep, he had to go to his own house, just to do things he missed at daytime.

No one really cared if he was in his house. Maybe no one really was in the house is more accurate.

Blake crawled away from your bed and went out of the house. It was midnight, and the streets were empty.

In his cat form, Blake walked to his own home. He wanted to stay with you for the night, but he couldn't. He slept in his cat form the first few nights, but he couldn't stay that way forever. Changing into his cat form was not something to do for hours.

Blake's house was empty and quiet. There was no one in the house as expected. Blake changed back to his human form and looked around. He had stuff to do, normal things he needed to take care of. He didn't want his family member to find out he is changing into his cat form regularly only to see you.

He spent the entire night awake. It was tiresome, but he managed. It was better than you waking up and finding him on your bed because he couldn't manage to stay in his cat form.

At school, all Blake did was sleep. He slept through all classes. It didn't matter to him anyways(he could catch up by studying at night). Maintaining a life as your cat was his top priority right now.

All he needed to do was get close to you as Blake, and somehow make you open up to him.

<2>

"I know there's something going on with you and Blake.*

You had to admit your friend has great insight when it comes to relationships between people.

"What? No."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying"

There was something going on with you and Blake, but it was not something normal.

"I'll prove you wrong at some point."

Your friend said, as she walked to another direction home.

You walked past where the cats usually hang out. You were listening to music through your earphones when you felt a familiar touch.

"Blake?"

It was Blake. You knew it was him easily.

"Did you miss me?"

Blake asked, smiling.

"Why did you skip school today?"

You asked.

"Huh?"

Blake looked surprised.

"Were you sick? An appointment?"

You asked again. Blake chuckled at your genuine questions.

"No, I was with my family member. Well uh.. he visits once a month to check if I'm doing ok. I spend time with him when he comes to my home."

You remembered now that Blake always skipped school once a month for some reason.

"That explains it... uh.. what do you mean by family member?"

You realized you knew nothing of Blake while Blake almost knew everything about you. Blake never told you about his story.

"... uhm.. he's my uncle. I live alone so he comes once every month to see if I'm living like a decent human being."

"Oh, okay.. that seems a bit.. lonely."

"Then you can spend time with me, and hug me back every time."

You guessed Blake's family was either super cool about him wandering around or too busy, but you didn't know Blake was that lonely.

"What did you do today? I hope you didn't get closer to anyone else, because.. I can't let you do that- well.. uh.. we practically live together, and you can't deceive me.."

"You know well I don't have much friends."

Blake held your hand until you arrived in front of the door to your house.

"Are you going to turn into a cat again?"

".. I guess so."

"You can turn into human again in my room, so don't worry."

<3>

That day was limit and Blake know that well now. Staying as a cat in your house was too much to handle. Staying awake all night and wandering around all night made stress unbearable to his body.

So when you came back home to greet Tux, Blake couldn't control himself.

And that made all his work into nothing. Now you knew he was not the cat you imagined and you cared of. You now avoid him in school, hanging out with someone else when he's right there, looking at you.

Blake raced to your house and turned to a cat before he was too sick to do so. He waited for you to come home, and see him as Tux again.

You never rejected him harshly or directly so Blake thought that if he push you farther it would work. You might accept him. Then he'll be beside you, as Blake.

<4>

"That explains everything. Why you turned into a human so suddenly, and why you always sleep in class-"

You say giving some snacks your mom bought to Blake. Blake was sitting at your desk while you unpacked your school bag.

"..."

"... but don't you think it'll be better if you.."

You stopped for a moment. You acknowledge Blake's lonely(or you assume), but does that mean you should let him be with you all day..?

"I mean.. I think staying with one person all day won't be the best idea."

You finished your sentence.

"Why not? I don't have anything to do in my house, and I love you. I want to be beside you."

Blake frowned at your statement. Standing up from the chair, he continued,

"I don't understand why you're so distant. You loved it when Tux was with you 24/7, and now you don't like the idea of me with you all day.."

Blake was now right behind you.

"... uh.... I mean that you should find something else to uhm.. accompany you."

You said.

"You're getting it all wrong. What else would I accompany when I do not have you in the first place?"

Blake was persistent about staying with you all day. You could feel that from his tone. You turned around to face Blake.

"Then... what about you come over to my house after dinner time and sleep in my room?"

"Huh..?"

"You can stay at your place and do your own things. And after dinner.. maybe about 7 or 8, you can come over to my room, and we can spend some time with each other. You can sleep in my room also."

Blake seemed to be hesitant but nodded.

".. but what will you tell your family if Tux is gone?"

Blake asked.

"I don't know.. I'll just tell them the cat ran away. I think they'll believe it. I'll pretend to be shocked about the disappearance too."

You replied, looking at Blake, who had the best expression on his face.

"Thanks.."

Blake said, his hand wrapping around your body hard.

"Okay, okay- don't hug me too hard-"

<5>

You turned off the lights and plunged onto your bed. It was been almost a week since Blake came to your room to spend time with you. Blake seemed to be enjoying the whole situation. You were sometimes tired of Blake's affection, but you managed.

"I feel like we're a married couple."

Blake said suddenly.

"You should stop daydreaming."

You said, turning your body to the opposite side of Blake.

"It's not daydreaming."

"Why?"

"I'll make it happen someday. You wait and see."

"..."

"We're already so close to each other, so I think it's only a matter of time."

Blake said with confidence.

"You always accept me. You only need some time."

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[jen-with-a-pen]

ALL TIED UP - TWO

Previous ⊹ Series

summary: The start of the week that changed everything. Bucky and Sam propose something that Steve shouldn't have agreed to. A good brother is a good brother, though... right?

pairings: Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!Reader

word count: 1.17k

warnings: Bucky and Sam are true frat bros, Clint and Tony are somewhere I swear, annoying roommates, plot development

a/n: never thought i'd see the day again but: here's chapter two! i'm excited to keep building this world and to drag everyone along for the ride. again: mind the slowburn and plot dev, i promise i'm getting there ♥

The most specialest of special thanks to two of my loves @vonalyn and @lunarbuck for helping me flesh out this idea and enable me in my destruction ♥ i owe you both a beefy alpha soon

gif by @paliaphrodite | additional graphics + dividers by me ♥

my ao3 | my masterlist | all tied up masterlist Read this fic HERE on ao3! ♥Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated as always♥

Last Monday.

“Rogers! Rogers! We know you’re in there!”

“Yeah, c’mon, Stevie! We need t’ talk!”

Fists bang on the flimsy wooden door to Steve’s bedroom, threatening to break it down. Steve rubs his face with the back of a (cleaner) hand as music continues to blare out of his earbuds, charcoal dust from his latest drawing assignment now caking his desk, hands, and floor. He groans. Irritation and a slew of curses beg to launch off his tongue. Pressing his lips together tightly, Steve tosses his earbuds onto his desk and shoves back his chair. The legs scrape against the old wood flooring, screeching loudly and announcing his surrender as he walks to the door. He unlocks it– undoing the deadbolt, too– and swings it open, eyes shooting sharpened daggers at the stupid, knowing grins plastered on his frat brothers’ faces. 

Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson beam at Steve, trouble and mischief brewing behind their eyes. 

As the heads of the household and leaders of the Sigma Beta Theta (ΣΘΒ) Fraternity, one of the oldest– and most infamous– frats in Richards College Greek life, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson were known campus and state-wide for their level of commitment in Greek life. Fourth years in whatever program they’re enrolled in, Steve couldn’t recall; some rumors claimed they were ‘Super Seniors’ who decided they couldn’t bear to part with their beloved frat. Others said they’ve been out of school, already graduated a year or two before, but were still allowed to run the frat since Bucky’s step-daddy was elected Dean a couple years back. The timing lined up, Steve had surmised, once he’d been pledged.

Sam and Bucky each prided themselves in their muscular, god-like statures to their own accord. Their builds were accentuated by broad shoulders, thick arms and thighs, abs hard enough to crack an egg– and each had one hell of a sex drive, Steve learned, during his first night in the house. 

He adapted rather quickly to falling asleep with his earbuds in. The risk of choking on his own headphone cord was worth a better night’s sleep than lying awake to the constant thump thump thump-ing that came clearly through the walls surrounding his room. Every. Fucking. Night. 

But, Steve had to hand it to them. Even they weren’t entirely self-centered. They still thought and cared about their frat and fellow brethren: mandating daily workouts in the morning (no matter how early your first class is), requiring frat colors to be worn to every sporting event (even chess), and everyone being forced to take a minimum of three shots at every house-held party (including ones during weekdays, midterms, finals, and holidays). 

Steve had been reluctant since the moment he signed his name on the scholarship contract. Something that day made him feel as if he’d signed his life away. He knew that joining a frat was an integral part of his full-ride– that he promised his mother ‘college was taken care of’ so she wouldn’t have to pick up even more shifts at the county hospital. What he didn’t know was which frat to join. That part was up to him. Sigma Theta Beta chose him more than he chose it.

Steve blinks.

Sam and Bucky lean against either side of the doorway, waggling their brows at Steve and glancing from one another to him. Steve rolls his eyes, sighing heavily with an annoyed edge. He swallows the curses and puts on the most neutral tone he can possibly muster. 

“What.” 

Shit.

Bucky hitches a shoulder and looks to Sam, who exaggeratedly clears his throat.

“Rogers! You gotta stop lookin’ so mean, man!”

“You made me mess up my drawing, again, man,” Steve seethes through clenched teeth. Sam waves a hand absently.

“Ah, you’ll be alright,” he scoffs, “anywho, Buck n’ I–”

“Don’t call me Buck,” Bucky growls.

“–ahem, Bucky and I heard from a lil’ birdy that it’s your birthday this weekend–”

“–and we were wondering,” Bucky chimes in, as if on cue, “if we could dedicate this weekend’s party to you!” 

Steve blanches. His brow furrows after a second, suspicion stabbing him in the gut. 

“You,” he points to both brothers, “Wanna throw a party this weekend. For me?” 

Bucky and Sam nod in unison, grins and gazes growing. 

“Yeah, man! You deserve it,” Bucky says, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Sam quickly copies him. It’s not reassuring in the slightest.

“Why?”

“Because! As an official pledge, newbies always get thrown a birthday party,” Sam drives an index finger into Steve’s chest.

Steve raises his brow, but buries it again after giving the proposal more than a millisecond of thought.

“My birthday was in July. I wasn’t even pledged yet.”

Sam huffs, smile faltering as he looks to Bucky with slight annoyance behind his eyes. 

“Uh, yeah! Yeah, it was, but,” Bucky mirrors Sam’s prodding finger digging into Steve’s sternum, “this is for your fraternity birthday. Plus, you’re the first pledge in three years, so you get an extra special celebration.”

Their grins begin to make Steve squirm. He pushes their hands off him. The whole thing feels dirtier than his own, charcoal-covered hands. He can see through their shitty façade of charisma, but can’t make out what’s on the other side. Whatever it is, it makes him feel uneasy and ungrateful at the same time.

He’s been the newbie for the last few weeks, and all he’s done is keep to himself and draw for hours in his room. He hasn’t made any real friends, aside from the exchanged niceties from a classmate or two in his gen ed courses. He should be getting out there, getting to know his housemates– his ‘brothers’– better, shouldn’t he? After all, he is an only child. He didn’t grow up with the siblings Bucky, Sam, or Clint did. Tony was an only child, sure, but Steve couldn't find another thing to even relate to the guy about. 

He should trust them, give this thing a shot.

Right?

Steve looks Bucky up and down cautiously before turning to Sam, sighing and plastering on a half-smile.

“Alright, sure. I’m game.”

Bucky and Sam erupt into fist pumps and high fives while Steve stands in the threshold with a knife in his gut jamming further and further into his innards. 

“You’re gonna have the time of your fuckin’ life, Stevie,” Bucky reassures him. His fingers dig deeper into Steve’s shoulder and he flinches at the bruising pain. For a split second, he swears he sees a glint of something dark in Bucky’s eyes. Something dangerous. He can’t help but respond with a mumbled ‘okay’ before the two leave to raid the kitchen downstairs. 

Steve turns back into his room, shutting and locking the door and before leaning back against it. His head falls back, cushioned by jackets and sweatshirts hanging from their hooks. He rubs his face, no longer caring about the gritty charcoal covering his face.

What the fuck did he agree to?

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[megalony]

Hypnotic

This is another Dalton Lambert imagine that I hope you will all like. Any requests for him would be great.

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Masterlist

Summary: Dalton and (Y/n)'s friendship merges into something more and he finds that she can astral project as well, making their art class a bit tricky.

Enjoy.

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Tiredness burned in the corners of Dalton's eyes and swam around in his mind like a thick fog he couldn't lift. It made his head feel heavy and every now and then, his chin would drop forward when he wasn't concentrating enough. His body was desperate for sleep, crying out for him to relax and lay down even just for an hour.

But his mind was too terrified to succumb to fatigue.

He didn't know what time it was, some time past midnight, he was fairly certain of that because he knew when midnight struck, (Y/n) had started to waver. She didn't want to go to sleep and leave Dalton awake but she looked as tired as he felt and he told her it was okay, he would sleep eventually. And he would; soon.

He had stopped painting his art project a few hours ago, he knew if he pushed himself to continue when he was overly tired, his work would be poor. So Dalton switched the canvas for a sketch pad and started to doodle from memory.

As a headache began to form behind his eyes, Dalton set the sketchbook down next to him on the bed and leaned back against the wall. Sat at this angle with his legs hanging over the side of the bed and his head tipped back into the art wall, he had a perfect view of (Y/n). His temporary roommate for tonight.

She wasn't strictly supposed to be here, this wasn't her room. Her room was in fact up on the next floor, but no one needed to know that tonight.

The pair of them had crashed in Dalton's room to keep each other company while they added to their coursework. They shared the same art class and she was the one person in class that Dalton had become close to. And while Dalton had the room to himself, he said (Y/n) could stay whenever she wanted which so happened to be tonight.

Dalton liked how calm and still (Y/n) was right now, even if she was laid at an odd angle. The few times he had shared a room with his brother Foster, he noticed his brother fidgeted a lot in his sleep and their mother was the same. Dalton on the other hand seemed to switch between tossing and turning and then going deathly still, mostly when he started to wander and project during the night.

Right now, (Y/n) was laid on her front with one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, the other leg slightly elevated up against the wall and her arms tucked under her pillow. He knew it hadn't taken her too long to fall asleep, she fidgeted for about twenty minutes then all of a sudden, she became motionless and he knew she was out for the count.

If Dalton had any energy or fire inside of him, he would have started a new sketch, totally focused on (Y/n)'s soft, relaxed features. The slight curve of her nose, her long lashes, her plump lips, there were so many features he would love to draw over and over again until he got them just right. Soon, maybe he would but tonight he didn't have the energy.

Watching her like this made him wonder what exactly they were to one another.

Were they together? Were they just close friends who seemed to share an invisible bond? Did (Y/n) think of him like he thought of her? Did her body go haywire with adrenaline whenever he was around?

Dalton had never really been close to anyone before. The coma had changed him, it scattered his mind and dislocated him from the rest of the world, even from his family. Connections were never made with other people and he only felt like himself, the purest form of himself, when he was engrossed in art.

(Y/n) made him feel different.

When she talked to him, she made the world vanish and nothing else was important except the words falling from her lips. When her arm brushed against his, Dalton felt electricity like never before. And more recently, (Y/n) had started to hold his hand. It seemed innocent enough, but to Dalton it was different. She would grab his hand seemingly out of nowhere and that was it, he was lost completely, his legs turned to mush, his stomach did summersaults and his brain malfunctioned. When she held his hand, they connected into one.

She had even started leaning into him, a lot. When they stood in the dining hall and queued with Chris for lunch, (Y/n) would tilt backwards until she was leaning up on Dalton and he could feel each breath she took vibrating through into his chest. When they walked from class to the campus dorms, (Y/n) would scuttle under his arm and tuck into his side and if Dalton wrapped his arm around her waist, she always smiled up at him.

Surely what they had was something more than friendship, this connection wasn't like anything he'd ever had with anyone before and (Y/n) only did these things with him. If that wasn't proof he didn't know what was.

Dalton didn't know how long he had lost himself in his tired, overworked thoughts. The room was illuminated with a pastel green light that always made him think of The Great Gatsby but it was still dark enough for Dalton to stare at (Y/n) and find his mind thinking and wandering off into fantasies and imagination.

Just when he thought he might be able to settle into a slumber, his attention got caught on (Y/n) again.

She moved.

Dalton wasn't exactly sure which part of (Y/n) moved, maybe it was her head, perhaps it was just a twitch in her shoulder. The movement was so subtle that he didn't really see it, he just knew it.

Something about that little twitch made his eyes narrow and he found himself moving from the bed to cross the small distance over to (Y/n)'s bed.

He didn't reach the bed before she moved again, and this time, he saw it. Her whole body jolted down into the mattress like she had been falling and crash landed back down on the bed. Her face smothered into the pillow before snapping back up, gasping for air and he was sure one arm hit into the wall as her leg that was hanging off the bed bashed down into the floor.

With a startled cry, (Y/n) pushed up onto her knees and knelt up on the bed as quick as a bullet. Her hair was a little askew but the way her lips parted and her chest heaved made Dalton falter.

Surely not? No, (Y/n) couldn't have been wandering in The Further; could she?

Dalton had never met anyone else, other than his dad, who astral project like him. But he recognised that feeling of falling, of jumping back into your own body right at the last second and coming back to a world of colour and life, away from the grasp and stench of death. Maybe their connection was deeper than he originally thought.

"Bad dream?"

Dalton gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands outstretched in front of him but he didn't dare reach out for her. He didn't know if she wanted his touch. If (Y/n) had been projecting in her sleep, Dalton didn't know what she had seen and if it would make her too shocked or uncomfortable for human touch.

His worries seemed to be for nothing when (Y/n)'s hands latched around his bicep and she pressed her cheek into his shoulder.

"Yeah, something like that," (Y/n) tried to control the shaking in her body but it came out in her voice instead.

Her nose brushed against Dalton's thin grey shirt and she inhaled his scent, hoping it would do some good in calming her down but her heart catapulted into her ribs when she felt a kiss being pressed into the top of her head. The small touch sent her heart reeling and (Y/n) couldn't help but burrow further into Dalton's side.

Something about him just felt like home. It felt safe to be next to him and when she wrapped herself around him, everything else faded away.

The world changed at night and (Y/n) didn't like it. She didn't like the way it turned from colour to grey or the creatures that came out of the shadows or the sounds they made when they realised a living soul was in their world of death. (Y/n) couldn't help when or where she wandered, she didn't want to leave her body behind and drift into the unknown but it was happening more and more and it was frightening.

Dalton made her feel safe. Sometimes when (Y/n) was in her room in the early hours of the morning and she was afraid she would wander, she thought of Dalton. His image in her mind grounded her and stopped her from going where she dreaded to be.

"You should try and sleep, we have class in the morning." He didn't want to ask. Asking something personal like this meant that if he was wrong, he would open up a can of torment that he didn't want to burden (Y/n) with. Dalton would have to keep an eye on her and try and assess whether she was astral projecting or not.

"You need to sleep too." (Y/n) could last with a few more sleepless hours but she knew from one look that Dalton was draining his last reserves. He needed sleep more than she did. A selfish part of (Y/n) thought that if she stayed in his room tonight, he might sleep better knowing she was there with him. She would protect him from the nightmares if he grounded her from her wandering.

She felt Dalton kissing her head again and it made a fuzzy warmth spread right down to her toes. But when he was about to stand up, (Y/n) tightened her hands on his arms.

Her big doe eyes stared up at him and just one look made Dalton quiver and stay seated next to her.

"Can… can you stay, here, with me?" Her eyes went wide and round and looked between Dalton and the bed to show she meant for him to stay in her bed. "I don't want to w- dream, not tonight."

Embarrassment flushed her cheeks and made her break eye contact until she felt his fingers spreading across her thigh and giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Sure," His voice was soft and understanding and sent (Y/n) into another fuzzy frenzy that tingled throughout her blood.

(Y/n) unravelled her hands from Dalton's arm long enough for him to shed his shirt like a second skin and she looked down at her hands while he stood and shimmied from his jeans. Leaving him clad in his boxers.

Shuffling back, (Y/n) laid on her side and scooted her back up against the wall to make enough room for Dalton to lay next to her on the small, single bed.

They had never laid this close before.

He laid down on his side so their chests were touching and (Y/n) was sure her heartbeat was pounding through his skin from the closeness. She had never laid this close to anyone significant before, it was unnerving, thrilling and bewildering all at once.

Closing her eyes as tightly as she could, (Y/n) held her breath deep in her lungs to try and steady her heartbeat when she shuffled closer until there was no gap between them. Her head nuzzled into the small curve between his neck and shoulder and when Dalton didn't object, (Y/n) looped her arm over his waist to glue herself to him.

When he felt her leg trying to press between his, Dalton curved his arm beneath (Y/n)'s side so his hand was splayed out on her back and he slowly rolled over onto his back. It seemed a perfect fit because (Y/n) curled up on top of his chest like a baby bird burrowing down into its nest.

He was sure he could feel her kissing his neck, it was so slow that she could have been breathing steadily into his skin, but it felt more like a sensual, peppered kiss. He hoped it was a kiss.

"Goodnight," If she did go wandering in the night, Dalton would follow. He would keep her safe.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I wish we didn't have such an early class," Even as she spoke, (Y/n) could feel her eyelids drooping and the urgent, desperate desire to go back to bed was clawing at the back of her mind and overtaking her body.

She had slept better last night than she had in weeks, probably since she first came here if she was being honest.

Waking up wrapped around Dalton was a tiny bit embarrassing and would have felt a lot worse if he hadn't of been asleep too when his alarm went off. (Y/n) would hate to have woken up with him wide awake beneath her, feeling like he couldn't move because all night she had pinned him down to the bed and slept practically on top of him.

Last night had definitely changed things.

(Y/n) had never felt so safe and calm both when she was sleeping and when she woke up, and that was all down to Dalton. She felt so elated when she woke that she kissed him before she could control herself or think better of it. She had been yearning to kiss him from the first time he spoke to her after class and this morning gave her the best opportunity to do so.

Now, as they approached their class, Dalton's arm was glued around her hips, his fingers hovering just beneath the waistband of her jeans and her arm was around his back, her hand beneath his shirt.

It felt right, it felt natural.

"At least we both only have two classes today," Dalton tipped his head down and pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)'s head, breathing in her signature shampoo before he slowly unravelled his arm from her waist.

Their easels in class were close, there was one person stood between them so Dalton was close enough to be able to keep an eye on (Y/n).

All he had to do was look to the left and he could make sure she was alright because he was certain she had astral projected last night.

He could see the similarities between them now. He could picture the tiredness hiding on her face and the unease pooling in her eyes. He could see her concentration wavering and the way she searched for things she thought she saw out the corner of her eye.

They parted and sat at their respective easels, watching Ms Armagan begin the class.

Dalton felt relieved to start a new project today, as much as he liked going back to the same picture to add more detail and perfect his work, it felt good to begin something new. Start from scratch and see what he could conjure up this time.

Something within him was already imagining a design with colours when his usual work was black and white with the occasional spludge of red. He wanted blue today. Blue and a very light shade of lilac, maybe he even wanted to work with some pastels and blend the colours together until it looked like a petal in a puddle.

Darkness wasn't clawing at the back of his mind today and he didn't want to express his work in the shadows.

He almost smiled when Ms Armagan fluttered her hands at them, shooing them off to go and retrieve whatever supplies they wanted. Dalton headed straight for the second drawer and got out some chalk of varying colours and a small razor, he could blend some shavings with water for added detail later.

He also noticed (Y/n) going for oil paint which wasn't her preferred method, she had a thing for watercolour.

About three quarters of the way through class, most of Armagan's words went in one ear and out the other for Dalton. He heard a few words, creativity, signature style and whatnot but he was too immersed in circles overlapping and blending together.

His attention did falter for a moment though, when she set up a metronome on a setting of two seconds between beats. It was slow today, recently it had been fast to get their adrenaline going and fuel them to spurr on.

Dalton didn't like slow ticking, it was a recipe for projecting and he couldn't slip in class, not again.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) tried to fight the headache away that was coming from lack of sleep, it was the kind of headache she was used to recently. Her concentration had to be on her work, this project Ms Armagan wanted them to complete today and they didn't have long left before class finished.

It had taken (Y/n) a while to realise what she was painting was in fact, an iris. A more close up, detailed image of the eye and the paint was adding a lot of layers and flakes and signature lines.

But the ticking in the background was becoming hypnotic to the point all (Y/n) could think about was going to sleep.

Why did she and Dalton agree to get up this morning? Why weren't they still in bed like half the other students in the dorms? What if she went to sleep right now-

Blood was all (Y/n) could see. It was dripping from her fingers in time with the ticking metronome. It was slathered up her arms and smearing beneath her eyes. Her canvas was nothing but a square sheet of blood, bubbling and spluttering like an open wound in front of her.

Then the hand reached out; long, slender and quite possibly broken fingers curled and stretched out towards her. Trying to scratch her, hurt her, pull her into the redness. The arm that stretched out from the canvas was long, but it wasn't covered in blood, it was a mix between grey and black just like the world around her. Everything had been stripped of every shade of colour, except for crimson.

It grabbed her wrist, she could feel the broken, splintered nails digging into her wrist and cutting through her previously untainted skin.

She didn't want to go disappear. (Y/n) didn't want to be dragged wherever it was trying to take her. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to be back in class. With Dalton.

Dalton heard the shriek; even in his trance-like state, that familiar voice cut through his mental barrier and brought him back into reality. His hand hovered shaking over his canvas and his eyes did a frantic scan around the room before they landed on the source of the scream; (Y/n).

Her whole body was shaking but she had one arm stretched out towards the canvas. If she hadn't of screamed, Dalton would have thought she was simply pondering on where to add a splash of paint to her creation.

Something changed, he didn't know what it was but he could feel the tension from where he was and the atmosphere shifted around him. A cold breeze rattled through his bones before a wave of warmth hit him like he had just come back from the Further, back to reality. He wasn't sure what (Y/n) did, whether she let go of her paintbrush, threw it or tried to hit her canvas.

Whatever she did, she knocked the canvas from the easel and lost her footing at the same time.

Her body crashed into the wooden easel and they both fell to the floor with a loud bang that echoed throughout the room. Dalton watched her head collide into the wood, rebound off and then flop down on the floor.

In a split second, Dalton dropped everything in his hands and stumbled around his easel into the middle of the circle formed by their work stations.

He went down on his knees along with Ms Armagan and shuffled closer to (Y/n). As gently and carefully as he could, Dalton slipped his hands beneath (Y/n)'s chest the other around her back and inched her closer to him so she wasn't laying on the easel anymore. Relief shot through him when she whimpered, it showed she was awake at least.

"It's me, it's only me. You're alright."

When Dalton's voice registered in (Y/n)'s ears she could have cried and a frail noise murmured past her lips. Her hands trembled when she patted them against the floor until she finally felt Dalton's knees next to her and dug her nails into his jeans to ground herself. Using his knees as leverage, (Y/n) pulled herself closer until she could curl her knees up to her stomach beneath her and bury her head in Dalton's legs.

Immediately, (Y/n) felt Dalton curve around her like a protective blanket shielding her from all angles so no prying eyes could catch a glimpse of her. His arms enveloped around her sides and he leaned over her and kissed the base of her head.

He could feel her panting into his jeans, her hot breath was sinking through to his skin, not that he minded at all.

After a minute of complete silence from everyone, including the metronome that had been stopped, Dalton felt (Y/n) slowly start to breathe properly and calm down beneath him. He leaned up straight but kept his hands firmly on (Y/n)'s hips, helping her straighten up.

Paint was smeared onto her hands and up her arms and there was a splotch on her cheek near the corner of her lips. He could see a bump forming on her forehead which would leave a nasty mark for a few days and would surely cause a headache soon.

(Y/n) gripped Dalton's shoulders before she dropped her head down onto his chest.

"Dalton, why don't you help (Y/n) get cleaned up and checked over? You can stop by for your things later." Ms Armagan patted his shoulder, her eyes doing a once-over of (Y/n) to clarify that she was truly okay and mostly unscathed before she got to her feet and faced the rest of the students. "Alright, class dismissed." There was only ten minutes or so of class left, they may as well pack up and get a head start on their next class now.

"Ready, up we go."

(Y/n) kept her eyes closed but let Dalton take her weight when he stood up and carefully pulled her up with him. She could feel her legs shaking beneath her and her temple was throbbing like she had been hit with a baseball bat, but she was okay.

Her fingers dug so far into Dalton's shirt that she was sure she had started a small hole in the fabric but she didn't care. She buried her nose in his shirt, breathing in his cologne and aftershave while he curved his arms around her waist and guided her out of the room.

She wasn't sure where he was taking her until, after a moment, he opened the door to the disabled bathroom and guided her inside.

He needed to make sure she was okay and get rid of the paint before it stained her skin and stayed there for a week. He couldn't take (Y/n) into the boys bathroom and he wasn't walking into the girls bathroom either when people might see him or overhear their conversation. This room was spacious, private and empty.

"Let me look at you,"

(Y/n) could have melted when he took her face in his hands and smoothed his thumbs over her cheek. The concentration was clear on his face and his tongue poked out against his bottom lip before a gentle smile formed on his face.

"Are you alright?"

"Hmm, I think so," She wasn't truly sure. The shaking in her system was slowly subsiding but the adrenaline was amplifying thousands when Dalton cupped her thighs and effortlessly lifted her up to sit on the sink.

"Want to tell me what happened?" Something about his voice made (Y/n) think he already knew. He looked the perfect mix between calm and colossal as he stood between her spread legs with a damp paper towel in his hand. He slowly started to wipe the oil from her cheek, taking his time to brush the corner of her lips as he did so.

"The metronome… the rhythm made me tired, must have drifted for a minute or so. Scared myself back to reality I guess."

Reaching up, (Y/n) gently cupped Dalton's wrist, not stopping his movements but holding on as he continued them. He cleaned the paint from her face and took the time to kiss her bruised temple before he held her hand and started to clean the blue and black stripes of paint from her arms.

"So you didn't, I don't know, project into the Further?" He was taking a leap of faith.

This conversation could go a whole different way and set Dalton up for a failure, but he had to know. He had to know if (Y/n) was experiencing what he had gone through only a few weeks ago. He couldn't help her or keep her safe if he didn't know what was happening and Dalton wouldn't stand for anything happening to (Y/n). He couldn't have anything happen to her.

Her blown pupils and parted lips told Dalton the answer.

"You've been there too?"

"I never mean to, it's why I don't sleep, and why I have the nightlight."

Dalton dropped the paper towel into the sink when (Y/n) leaned onto the edge of the sink and wrapped herself around him. She tucked her face into his neck but her arms deadlocked around his chest like she was afraid he was some kind of mirage, about to disappear before her.

She knew there was a reason she felt so connected to him.

"Come on, we're going back to the dorm." He helped (Y/n) slide down to her feet and his hands cupped her hips, giving a gentle squeeze when she smiled up at him curiously.

"But we have another class?"

What was he talking about? They both had a different class coming up, then lunch, then they usually met Chris afterwards and spent their free afternoon with her. They couldn't just swan back to the dorms now, the day wasn't over, it was only just beginning.

Dalton could see the questions rolling around in (Y/n)'s head but he silenced them with a kiss. One with more passion and more confidence than this morning. A kiss that has his teeth nipping on her bottom lip and his tongue swiping into her mouth, taking control of every one of her senses.

"You need sleep, and I need to look after you."

#dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert x reader #dalton x reader #dalton lambert #imagine #insidious #insidious the red door

[misscammiedawn]

Charmed! 2023 Recap (Day 1 - Wednesday)

Posting my recaps edited from my personal journal. Any names and stories are shared with permission of those involved. I will be using the #Charmed Recaps tag for future updates.

Part 1 (Wednesday) - That's this post! Part 2 (Thursday)

Part 3 (Friday)

Part 4 (Saturday)

Part 5 (Sunday)

8:00pm Sitting on a plane with Sleepyhead right now. Flooded with excitement! The journey is going to begin and the plane is *blissfully* empty. No one in front. No one behind. Just us!

Makes me think of the file I scripted for Secret. Trance on a Train, where the POV character comes into an empty cabin to find a cunning hypnotist about to teach at Charmed!

I am a cunning hypnotist! I am going to teach at Charmed!

I have been told that members of my household are at the convention and enjoying time with other attendees. I am happy for them. I will be with them soon.

Only thing to do now is wait 2 hours. Plan is to stick with my counterpart for the rest of the night. Get picked up from airport, get food, rest. It will be past midnight by the time we find pillows.

Sleepyhead is very much glued to phone in prep mode. I am taking the time to write journal.

May put on headphones, listen to Rush and read over the class script in the air… I need to be ready!

-

As I type we are an hour in to flight. 

On the runway, Dolly told me that she adored take off. The feeling of weightlessness that washes over her. She was happy to share this treasured moment with me and something in her tone invited mischief. I checked if such things were Green… Dolly emphatically insisted they were.

I took the opportunity to slide into my Toppy headspace, transforming into the indomitable and dominant Miss Dawn. Flooded with my hypnotic presence and with her permission, I began to brainwash her while in taxi. Pulling her down and down but never given permission to *sleep*, oh no, not yet. No-- that would have to wait. She would not be denied the bliss of soaring, of falling in to the sky. No matter how much she wanted to she was forbidden from sinking until I gave her permission to do so.

The icing and the taxi must have taken an eternity as I ran my nails up and down her arm, tracing gentle spirals and whispering through my mask. No one else could hear us. There was no one sitting in *any* of the seats surrounding. She was in my private embrace, trapped within my words and the spell I cast upon her namesake, her Sleepy Head.

As the plane took off I tugged her arm and hissed a command for her to finally let go. I lapsed into a possessive speech. How weightlessness had claimed her, how her willpower in remaining awake is turned now to draw her deeper, that she need not fight any longer, that she was free to *obey*.

And obey she did, lovely Dolly. I lulled her and lay her against my shoulder. I asked her, while hypnotized, to tell me what she would want from the trolly when the attendants came by. I *enjoyed* ordering for her. Treating her as the pretty little prize that she felt to me in that moment.

I found a Spotify channel called Deep Focus and placed a headphone in. Let her drift until the cart service arrived. A good 40 odd minutes of brainwashing to kick off Charmed! A beautiful start to what promises to be a lovely weekend.

As I sipped my coffee and let Sleepyhead enjoy the refreshments I ordered, free from surrounding passengers to play anxiety upon our minds, I eased in and felt proud of my accomplishment. Then took the time to write this journal. As I finish this segment she has lazed back onto my shoulder, the music I selected for her lulling in her ears.

She is such a good Dolly.

I had not intended to keep her down the whole flight. My will was to have her awake after the cart. A fair divider for our trip, but she is *insatiable*. I am forced to reward her tenacity with hypnotic reverie. What else is a caring partner to do?

-

The announcement pinged that there were 13 minutes left and we were coming in to land. Sleepyhead awoke, surprised at how quickly the flight had “flown” by (it’s a pun!!) and quickly looked to me with serious eyes. “You’re not the only hypnotist on this flight.” she boldly proclaimed. The ambush predator was out for play.

She swiftly dropped me in such a manner that I cannot recall how it happened. The plane wobbled and bobbed with mild turbulence, rocking me in to sleep.

“I remember you said you had a fantasy of being hypnotized on a flight.” she teased, as I dropped. Deeper and deeper with every second. All Dawn energy faded as somft pretty Cammie submitted to her wonderful girlfriend.

She began to count the flight descent. 35 thousand… down and down… closer to the ground, down down…

It is a good thing I love heights and she knew it, that would have freaked a few peoples I know out. It did not freak me out. It lulled me. I was… so calm. So content.

So happy…

We landed and she brought me back. We hugged. I love her so so much!

I made a silly joke about the plane taxiing so fast that I could hear The Offspring.

Then I wrote this while waiting to disembark!

-

!!!!!

Amnesia shenanigans!

Miss Daja and Sleepyhead teamed up to make that scene happen! They knew it was my fantasy and that I wanted it oh so much! Sleepy did such a good job and Daja wiped me so clean that I had forgotten how excited I was for the idea jdbskgxjd

Daja even had me conspire along with the scene, so the three of us sat on video call and made it happen...

In fact, there are going to be MANY moments this weekend with that energy. Amnesia shenanigans are fun and Daja went out of her way to check my Fantasy List

Fantasy List: https://www.tumblr.com/misscammiedawn/702028346716012544/is-there-anything-you-really-would-love-to-do-with

Flight Scene Wednesday. Lovely Assistant fantasy Friday. Fae Contract Saturday and Vampire Scene on Sunday

Wanna hug her so so much!

I am overjoyed! What a way to start Charmed.

My Counterpart picked us up in her rental car, a Nissan Armada we have named Cyclonus. This brings me joy!

But now I am tired. I visited Oikos briefly and hugging my trusty familiar, I went to bed… ready for a fun weekend. Tomorrow I am reunited with my long distance love!

Part 2

#charmed 2023 #charmed recaps #cammie posting #hypnosis #hypnokink #hypnocons

[rainbownixie]

adhd mike headcanons?

i love this so much <33 adhd mike is so important to me!!

when he hyperfocus on writing he can't focus on anything else and he often forgets there's people around him. will often stays by his side when that happens because he loves to draw mike without him noticing <3

it's so so so hard for him to write sometimes. like- he gets distracted by EVERYTHING and he often procrastinates. he goes to nancy's room to annoy her, he eats out of boredom, he calls lucas out of nowhere only because he can... did he forget to tidy his room?? LET'S DO IT NOW. he's only able to focus whenever will's around, because having someone else working next to him (drawing, in this case) makes him want to focus on his work too.

he has an hyperfixation on dnd!! and i'm sure it seems pretty obvious but i like to think about him rambling about the campaigns and his characters and stories and the music they could use while they play! he's so so into dnd and won't stop talking about it.

he's always late to everything. they have to meet at 5? he gets there at 6 because he either forgot or he thought he had enough time to get ready in 10 minutes, when he actually ended up getting distracted and it took him like 1 hour. dustin goes to his house to pick him up ever since that one day when he absolutely forgot about them.

he can't do ANYTHING if there's noise around him. hearing nancy or his mom talk on the phone is like ten thousand nails on his ears. he gets easily distracted so it frustrates him when he can't do anything about the noise, and that causes a lot of meltdowns. he can't even think when there's people talking or music around him.

the last point is why he often doesn't sleep. not because he just can't (that too, he has a lot of energy at night) but because at night his house is way more silent and calmer. so he spends the whole night awake doing his own stuff in the basement and then he falls asleep around 6am. karen is always worried about his health tbh

he gets frustrated when people interrupt him or don't pay attention to what he's saying. conversations are really hard for him because he feels the need to talk all the time but ofc others need to talk too. he doesn't get annoyed at them or anything, but it makes him upset. will loves hearing him speak for hours tho

he struggles reading long books, and he hates it because i have this hc that he likes stephen king and the poor boy wants to read his long ass books but it's really hard for him

i don't think he's a bad student, i actually think he's pretty smart. but he gets distracted and bored easily in class. especially because he seats next to will and behind dustin/lucas and they're just- so easy to talk to in the middle of class. he only focuses in english class or in mr.clarke's (that man always keeps him focused with his excitement and teaching methods).

he struggles so much expressing himself out loud. there are just too many thoughts in his head and he gets so frustrated when he can't just say what he's thinking. they always have to wait for him to stop stuttering, breathe in, and organize his thoughts before he says anything. that's why he loves writing and dnd, it's the only time where he can express himself easily.

he gets overwhelmed pretty easily so people touching him is a big no-no. that's why he's the one initiating physical contact with will

god he hates watching a movie without talking. whenever the party has a movie night, they have to get ready to hear him ramble for hours about every little scene. will loves it, btw.

he can't sit down correctly and won't stop moving and stimming. when the party hangs out together to chill he always ends up standing up and walking around the room. if he sits down, he prefers the floor rather than a chair or a couch.

he's pretty much exhausted and tired most of the time because he doesn't really sleep well and needs constant serotonin. people think he's rude and boring but you just have to give the boy something to do.

don't ever give that boy money because he doesn't how to spend it correctly and always acts impulsively and buys shit he doesn't actually want

random hc but he bites will. like, lovingly bites will. he goes MUNCH and he bites his hand or arm or cheek. it's his way to show love, okay

he feels so bad for forgetting stuff about will :( like forgetting dates and stuff. however, he always remembers little things and fun facts about him and it always makes will happy

dustin is always the one to realize he's bored so he always talks to mike and gives him stuff to work with when they're just chilling

lucas will always remind him to eat because he forgets to do it. often.

mike isn't rude or mean, he just takes criticism badly and that's why he speaks impulsively and says stuff he doesn't really mean

the only one who understands what he's saying when talking fast is max because she pays attention to every word without even noticing

el understands him perfectly when he's having a meltdown, and she's basically the only one besides will who can calm him down

his room and the basement are a fucking mess but he gets frustrated and annoyed whenever karen fixes them. he has his own way of organizing stuff

i... projected A LOT on mike. thanks for this ask!!! it makes me so happy really <3

#adhd mike my beloved #these are all things that happen to me personally but everyone experiences adhd in different ways! #byler #mike wheeler #stranger things