#621:…. have you looked in the mirror

[drenched-in-sunlight]

(first meeting on earth. they are in their mid-20s)

Flatwell who was in disguise for a mission,

O'Keeffe who could tell those tits are a lie yet somehow never suspect for one second that's just some guy 🤷‍♂️

[alphabetatoes]

don't make me over (v. sanji x reader)

a.n.: ah shit here we go again! writing for my forever favorite blond man! it's a short one, but i liked the prompt (had the glee cover of don't make me over stuck in my head while writing hence the title.) summary: when you get frustrated doing your makeup, sanji lends a helping hand. c.w.: suggestive themes, language(?), not beta read (fuck it wii bowl), pet names, tEnSiOn, sanji is a little shit, reader and sanji are idiots obviously in love w each other, unspoken feelings come to light? w.c.: 621

“Oh, fuck me!”

Sanji nearly dropped the dishes he’d been cleaning when he heard your expletive from across the ship. The door to your room was ajar, and your current position was far less compromising than what he’d come to expect. You were sitting at your vanity, deep in concentration. The eyeliner on your lids seemed to not want to work with you, and you were removing it for the umpteenth time.

“Everything okay here?” He leaned against your door frame, arms crossed. 

“No,” Frustration was more than evident in your voice, “I need you.”

“You… need me?” It took everything in Sanji not to faint on the spot. He only dreamed of the day that he’d be able to service you on a more personal level. And you knew he liked you, saw the lingering looks he gave you when you’d leave a room. But it was no different on your end. He was attractive, yes, but he was also complex. Sanji would trek the world on his own if it meant providing you solace.

“Need your help with this.” You motion to the makeup both on your face and resting on your vanity. “Can you be my model? I’m going to lose it if I mess up anymore on my own face.” 

“‘Course.” Anything for you, he thinks to himself.  You motion him into the room, and let him take his spot at the edge of your bed.

You were able to get a good chunk of practice in, but your canvas seemed keen on meandering. 

“Listen blondie,” you warned, “ you move around one more time and I’m shutting this downt.” You raised a brow. You knew he was doing this on purpose, tempting you. Trying to see how far he could push you before you folded.

“That so, sweetheart?” He was testing you, seeing how far he could get you before you acted. But you knew this, and you also knew you were going to do something about his purposeful meandering. So you straddle him. His hands were like magnets, immediately reaching for your hips. “Much better. Just have the eyeliner left.” You grab his chin, providing extra support. “If you can handle it.”  Sanji let out a small chuckle, and you could feel his breath tickle your fingers. “You’re in charge. Do what needs to be done, doll.” His tone was sickly sweet, relishing in  the reduced proximity between the two of you. He was enjoying this, enjoying you.

Hell, you couldn’t say you minded it. Your current situation aside, you would have gone for him anyways. It was only a matter of time before unspoken feelings would come to light. 

The application was finished without a hitch, as Sanji succumbed to your wishes. You stretched to grab the hand mirror resting on your vanity. Sanji was quick to focus on how your shirt rode up as you reached, exposing your midriff. “So, what do you think?” You pose the mirror in front of him, allowing him to gauge your work for himself.

And Sanji was feeling forward. “I think some lipstick would be the perfect way to complete the look you’ve given me.” He raised his brow, hoping you’d pick up on his insinuation. 

“Good thinking, pretty boy.” You leaned in to kiss the cook, transferring some of the pigment on your lips to his. Once you pull away, you drag your thumb under his lips, cleaning up the excess color. You held him for a bit longer, running lines over his cheek with your thumb. Admiring your work. Admiring him. 

And Sanji brought his face close to yours, leaning in for another kiss. A soft one, gentle and sweet. 

“Glad I could help you, sweetheart.”

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 19 - Yandere!Demon!Taeyong + Possession & Body Worship

Anonymous Said: Hiii! I love your drabbles , so excited that you are doing kinkober this time 💕 I'd like to request for yandere!demon! Taeyong and kinks Possession and Body Worship pleasee !!

A/n: Thank you!! I hope you enjoy this one as much as my drabbles!!

Word Count: 621

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As soon as those fateful words had left your lips, Taeyong’s eyes had flashed black. All hopes he had of restraining himself any further tonight flew out of the window as he watched you open yourself up to him in the most intimate of ways. The way your own gaze had darkened, pleading with him to finally have his way with you was simply the icing on the cake.

“I want you.”

Three simple words, yet ones that hold the most meaning to him.

For months Taeyong has been chasing after you, attempting to prove himself to you and become your lover. Of course, once you found out about the fact that he was a demon, the both of you hit a little rough patch in your relationship. It took him days for you to even acknowledge his presence. A week for you to even look at him again.

Now, he lets himself indulge. Those few days where you completely ignored him, he went crazy, and he will never forget the way his entire body ached for your touch - how it still aches for you and everything you. Now, there is nothing holding him back from fulfilling both of your deepest desires.

“Tonight, you are mine,” he growls against the skin of your neck, nipping all the way down to your collarbone. “All mine, for the rest of eternity.”

“Taeyong,” the way you sigh his name, so desperate and needy, has him twitching against the skin of your thigh, grinding himself further into your core and eliciting the sweetest moan from your lips. “You’re mine.”

The snarl of pleasure that tears itself from his throat is unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. This feeling - this glorious feeling - of knowing you crave him, that you need him as badly as he needs you is indescribable. Tonight, you will become one, merging in mind, body, and soul as Taeyong worships you the way you’ve always deserved.

“You are mine,” he repeats, his hands sliding up your sides and sending a shiver racing down your spine. “This gorgeous body is mine.” His grip tightens on your waist, humming appreciatively as you begin squirming beneath him. “This exquisite mind belongs to me.” He rests his forehead against yours, dark eyes staring deeply into your own. “Most importantly, your delicate soul is-“

“Yours,” you cut him off, placing your lips upon his own as you swallow the sounds of his pleased growl, feeling it reverberate through his chest all the while. You pull away, a smirk tugging at your lips. “And all of you belongs to me.”

“That’s right, Darling,” he mirrors your grin, kissing down your body and eliciting another beautiful moan from your lips as his tongue trails over your skin. “And tonight, I’m going to prove it. By the time I’m done with you, my name will be the only thing in your mind. I plan to paint you in me in every way I know how, so that you can no longer tell where I begin and you end. There will never be another that I desire more than you, and I plan on showing you every. Single. Thing-” He emphasizes his words with multiple open mouthed kisses against your stomach, slowly lowering himself to rest between your legs, “-that I’ve always desired to do to this gorgeous body of yours.”

Another whimper escapes you, noticing the way his hooded gaze fixates on your dripping entrance. You watch him smirk as you clench around nothing, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“By the time I’m done with you,” his eyes flash black once more, words but a growl on his lips, “you will never question my devotion for you again.”

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

chamomile, chapter twelve   

A/N: the gif in the moodboard is by @nerys2

summary: *knock knock knock*, guess who's at the door?

warnings: tw miscarriage, talk of abortions, soup (good soup), depression

word count: 621

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You had been pregnant. You had had a baby. You had sex with Spencer Reid and got knocked up. 

You hadn’t even known. And even if you had, you didn’t know if that was something that you wanted. To be completely honest, if you had known, you probably wouldn’t have kept it. Not now, not like this. You didn’t want to do it alone. At least, not like this. No with him. You couldn’t co-parent with him. Sure, he was a great guy, a good egg, but even if you had his child, that wouldn’t change the fact that he didn’t like you like that. He would never like you like that. A baby wouldn’t change that. 

If he was going to be involved, you wanted all of it. You didn’t want to just do it halfway with him. It was all or nothing. If he was gonna be in your life like that, you wanted him to be in it completely and not just have a foot in the door. 

And if you had kept it, if you had had that choice and you chose it, then you would forever be connected to him, bound by this tiny human being and probably never get over your silly, annoying and painful crush on him. You would be signing yourself up for a lifetime of pain. A lifetime of keeping that fire alive and never letting yourself get over it and move on. 

You had to move on. You didn’t want to, but you had to. 

Curled up on your couch, hidden under all of your blankets, you felt like you had fallen down a deep murky hole. You hadn’t really eaten much, hadn’t slept, hadn’t showered. You had not looked in a mirror, but if you did, you’d guessed that you looked about as terrible as you felt. 

It took a surprising amount of time before you registered the gentle knocking at your door. 

Slowly getting up, dragging the blankets with you, you hobbled towards the door. Swinging it open, the sight on the other side sent a feeling of ice coursing through your veins and you immediately felt the need to start weeping. 

“Hey,” Spencer gave you a warm smile. Holding up a little to-go container he said, “I heard you were sick, so I brought you some soup.”

“Soup,” you uttered, just above a whisper. 

“Yeah,” he pushed past you and took long strides out into your open kitchen. Setting it down on the island, he took a once over on you and suggested, “why don’t you go lay down? I’ll put this away.”

Not moving a single muscle, you still stood by the door. “Reid. What are you doing here?”

“Y/n, I already told you,” he explained kindly, “I’m just here to give you some soup and to check if there was anything else that I could give you a hand with.”

Anything else? Anything else? He had done fucking plenty. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be here in this situation. 

“Get out,” you breathed out, digging your nails into the edge of the still ajar door. 

“What?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t really hear you.

Turning to look at him, not caring that your blankets fell off of your trembling body and hit the floor, “get the fuck out of my home!” you cried out.

Stepping closer to you, he put a soft hand on your upper arm, “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Please, Reid,” you shrugged his hand off of you, “just get the fuck out, leave me alone, I can’t stand to look at you right now.”

Straightening up, he uttered just as harshly, “fine, Y/l/n,” and slammed the front door shut behind him. 

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[haleshomeforthederanged]

i've heard that what kind of fanfiction you read can say a lot about you as a person. i'm sure, in some way, that's at least partly true. so, allow me to bare my soul. these are my top eight sterek fic recs.

☾ 1 ☽

Trust Fall by Stoney

Explicit | Word-count: 144, 224

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide. Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit. **** Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over. They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused. Of course.

☾ 2 ☽

Pale Skin and Fragile Bone by fakinbrilliance

Mature | Word-count: 62,239

Stiles asks Derek to teach him self-defense.

☾ 3 ☽

Across a Certain Threshold by ketren

Teen and Up | Word-count: 76,126

Derek and Stiles meet in Eichen House: a love story. (Or at least it would be, if Derek didn’t basically turn feral at the drop of a hat. Or if not for the strange darkness stalking Stiles through the halls. There’s more going on at Eichen than meets the eye - and if they’re going to find a way out, they’ll have to do it together.)

☾ 4 ☽

Prince Among Wolves by Wrenegade (Wrenegadeone)

Explicit | Word-count: 101,000

Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.

☾ 5 ☽

Pack Wars by miss_aphelion

Mature | Word-count: 158, 621

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012. Derek liked to call Scott an idiot. (Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

☾ 6 ☽

Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow

Mature | Word-count: 25,960

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your…werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

☾ 7 ☽

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach for otter

Explicit | Word-count: 76,956

"Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf." An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

☾ 8 ☽

DILF by twentysomething

Explicit | 30,871

"Today is Scott's first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."

[himbosuplex]

crashdown pt2 - "precious and fragile things"

Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon [Handler Walter x C4-621]

(he/him 621, slow burn plot) – [link to the fic on AO3]

Synopsis: 621 wakes up in the infirmary, terribly injured from his recent near-fatal landing. Despite being informed by Walter that he is healing well, 621 feels ashamed under his handler's scrutiny. Walter disregards 621's remorse to focus on the recovery of his pilot.

"Precious and fragile things Need special handling My god, what have we done to you?" depeche mode, "precious"

621 stirred from his slumber to the sharp and clinical odor of solvents permeating his senses. Gradually regaining focus, he tried to survey the room through half-closed eyes, struggling to discern any details. The overhead lights were dimmed, and he recognized the hazy twinkle of electronic status lights scattered throughout the room. The constant hum of machinery filled the room, broken only by the steady cadence of a heartbeat monitor. His head throbbed with a dull ache that radiated out to his limbs and chest, and his joints were so painful he could barely lift his arms, let alone sit upright.

Recollections of his near-fatal landing overwhelmed his mind. He could almost hear the screeching of metal, the blaring sirens, and smell the pungent stench of burning fuel. Moreover, his memory was haunted by the monstrous MT, surrounded by suffocating streams of gatling fire and swirling rings of railgun blasts. The volleys of red flak were so intense that it was as if a vengeful angel had come to life in front of him. He knew he had destroyed it, but the toll was immense. His AC was so damaged that it was an incredible feat that he made it back alive at all. He was torn up so badly that, for a few moments, he was sure he was even hearing voices in his head.

Panic surged in his chest, mirroring the terror he felt during his frantic rush towards the hangar. He hadn't been able to see past the blood pouring into his eyes and could barely hear through the ringing in his ears from explosions so powerful that even the dense layers of the core couldn't drown them out. The only guiding anchor giving him any sense of focus was his handler's voice crackling over the radio, desperately urging him to decelerate. 621 inhaled a shaky breath, calming himself against intrusive memories of events that had already passed. It was behind him now; he was alive, and that was the only detail that mattered. He'd internalize the lessons learned from his brush with death and come back stronger than before.

"Are you awake?"

621 once again tried to lift his arms and attempted to turn to look in the direction of the voice, the dull ache becoming sharp, stabbing jolts throughout his body as he struggled to move. The dim lights gradually increased in brightness, and he now realized quite how badly bruised and extensively bandaged he was.

Shifting into view, Walter moved beside the cot, looking the wounded pilot over with an almost imperceptible furrow of his brow. Normally his handler's angular face provided a sense of comfort for 621—not so much in the way of a mentor or parent, but of an unerring presence that always had orders to issue with confidence. This time he just felt shame under the cutting scrutiny of Walter's blue-grey eyes. The watchpoint mission was important, and though he completed his objective, to come back like this...?

"You've been out for quite awhile, 621." Walter took the readout of vitals in one gloved hand, stroking his scruffy chin thoughtfully with the other. He either was unable to sense the remorse in the pilot's eyes or, far more likely, he deliberately chose to ignore such useless feelings, thinking it better not to acknowledge them. "You appear to be healing well, better than could be expected." The words 'for a generation 4' weren't spoken, but 621 knew the implication. Any shortcoming would be blamed on his "outdated augmentation." Such an aspect of himself couldn't be repaired or replaced as easily as a shredded arm or missing fingers. It could only be tolerated until it got him killed.

621 finally opened his mouth to respond, but only broken sounds emerged. Speaking for him was normally difficult enough as it was, but after being intubated for several days, his throat felt like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper.

"Approximately one hundred and sixty-eight hours." Walter set the readout back on its stand, prescient to the intent of 621's garbled slurring. "According to the diagnostic, it will be some time longer before you are able to get up and move around. Be grateful you're augmented, 621. If you weren't, you wouldn't ever get out of that bed."

Walter stepped away for a moment, 621's eyes following him as he began to fill a container with water. Somehow, Walter seemed to intuit 621's unspoken desire for hydration. Returning to the cot with a flask in his hand, he sat down again at 621's side. Gently sliding one hand under 621's neck, Walter lifted his head to meet the mouth of the vessel. The slow trickle of water into the pilot's bone-dry mouth and throat felt incredible, providing the relief he had so desperately needed. This was the mark of a good handler-pilot team: a handler so dialed in to his pilot that he knew them even better than they knew themselves, and a loyal hound that would do anything his handler asked of him without question.

"You do have time to recover, 621," Walter said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Your AC was in bad shape when you crash-landed—not to mention the damage to the hangar bay. It will require a lot of resources to repair both, though the replacements are already on the way. I utilized some connections to get everything done as quickly as possible, but it will still take time. I also took the liberty of sourcing upgraded parts for the AC to better balance your defense and mobility."

He paused for a moment to set aside the now-empty flask and gently lay 621's head back on the pillow. "I requested something extra to give you a little advantage: the new model PB-033M from Balam. It may not be as quick as a sword or versatile as a rifle, but it could be the difference between life and death if you get caught in close quarters."

Even 621's usual apathetic demeanor and the horrid pain of his wounds weren't enough to overwhelm his pleasure at this new development. His own pile-bunker. He couldn't remember a time he had felt such delight, even before he became indentured. More often than not, he felt very little about piloting his AC and engaging in combat. It was merely a job for him, nothing more. He piloted the AC; he executed his handler's orders, and that was that. Yet somehow, excitement stirred inside him at the thought of being able to punch through standard MTs like paper dolls.

Walter grinned, finding amusement in the silent joy of 621. It was an expression that suited him well, 621 thought. Despite the marred skin on Walter's face, covered in the crags and valleys of scar tissue, he remained handsome, especially when he smiled. One side of his mouth was raised higher than the other, his eyes twinkling in the fluorescent lighting. 621 was glad that Walter was his handler.

"Get some rest, 621." Walter said, giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder before getting up to leave. "That's an order."

Anything you ask of me, Walter.

Ident file photograph of pilot C4-621 (AC "Crashdown") 

[aetherarf]

Hi there!! Can i please request for something with childe, kaeya, diluc, xiao and zhongli where the reader is very shaken and they find out it's because the reader was harassed? Have a wonderful day! :)

Yep! Here it is!

I hope you have a wonderful day too!

[ i... don't like how it turned out but in the end i cant figure another way to do it. ]

[[ WARNING: HARASSMENT ]]

[[ Summary: You just wanted to go about your own business and not cause problems... But it seems not everyone respected that. Mostly unharmed, but a little worse for wear... You just wanted to hide for a little bit. What better place than in his arms?

Total Word Count: 2'485

Childe Word Count: 594

Kaeya Word Count: 377

Diluc Word Count: 621

Xiao Word Count: 422

Zhongli Word Count: 471 ]]

Childe

You, weakly, rubbed at your lower back, it still aching when you landed on the ground--hard--and how it was jabbed with a rock or... Something. It hurt, severely. You'd be alright, just... People being too rough, probably drunk or... Maybe high.

You half-limped, half-shuffled your way into the house, pulling off your coat and setting it on a hook, and kicking off your damned shoes. But, your moment of peace and quiet was quickly ruined by the sound of Childe's heavy footsteps, when he came running like an oversized pup.

He almost dove at you in a hug, but you flinched, "Don't!" You shouted... And he stopped, stunned, arms wide open for a hug, looking at you with fear. "I... I'm hurting a little, I just didn't want you to accidentally make it worse."

That calmed Childe, only a little. "Alright--can I still hug you, though? I'll be gentle." He reassured, sweetly, and you nodded. He simply hugged you close, pressing your body to his, and-

Your knees buckled, and you felt his arms tighten, groaning in pain at the sensation. Then, you realized you were being moved, and eventually sat down in a chair.

Your legs gave out, you only just realized.

"I... I'm sorry," you muttered, "I've... I'm really out of it. I'm okay, I promise."

Childe shook his head, "No, nono, you're not allowed to do that. Don't comfort me, something's wrong with you."

You stared for a moment... And sighed.

"I just got..." You thought, trying to figure out a way to word it that wouldn't make him run outside in a homicidal rage, "People made bad decisions, got a little handsy, and I got pushed around a bit... I'm just tired." You tried to convince him, but he got on one knee in front of you, to better look at your face as you sat.

"And do you know these people?" He asked, eyes wide but the rest of his face lacking any readable expression.

"No," you said, instantly, "Childe... Ajax, you're scaring me. You know I don't like it when you... Get like this."

Childe blinked once-twice, and his expression softened. "I'm sorry... I just-I don't like the idea of anyone hurting you... Even myself."

You cupped his jaw, sweetly, and smiled. "I know," you said, softly. "I know you don't. But I'm okay. We're okay. I'm just tired." You smiled a little wider, "I'll write down names next time, okay?" You half joked, "and my powerful warrior can go defend my pride and... Purity, I guess."

He chuckled, "Purity? I've defiled that already..." He only laughed for a few moments... And went quiet. "Do you need help getting to bed? I can order food, or if you want, I can get us some drinks... Or whatever you want." He insisted, still smiling happily.

"Can you just rub my back? I hit it hard when I fell..."

His eyes widened again, "Is-Is that why you fell, did you hit your spine-"

"No," you quickly reassured, "I fell because I'm exhausted."

He stared at you... Unsure.

"Alright. Let's get you to bed so I can rub your back how you like."

Which meant he was going to half help, half drag you to bed, get you undressed, lie you on your front until you dozed off, softly breathing from the relaxation

And he'd always end up waking you a tiny bit when he put you onto your side, a pillow between your knees, and a kiss on your cheek.

But you couldn't ever manage to be angry about it.

Kaeya

"I'm home!" Kaeya cheered--he had even gotten a bottle of wine to... well, he would say celebrate, but there wasn't anything to celebrate. Maybe just to enjoy the night, to make something from nothing.

But there was no reply... he figured it wasn't anything to worry about, maybe you were showering, or something... he set the bottle down on the table, resolving to come back to it a little later that night, getting off his coat, setting it on the chair... better to not risk ruining that, after all.

As he walked through the halls, looking around for you, wondering if you had gone out for something, he saw light from the bathroom, smiling--And he walked to see...

You were staring at the mirror, shaking like a leaf in the wind, eyes wide... but somehow empty of any emotion, of any life, as though you were just a statue.

He took a few steps over, "... Baby?" He asked, softly, and you jumped, eyes wide in horror--you were still wet, and a towel wrapped around you.

"Just me, just me..." He soothed, softly, and you took a deep breath...

"I'm sorry," you said, softly, "I've... just had a hard day."

Kaeya walked past you into the bathroom, grabbing a second towel to help dry you off, figuring you'd need such help, "Do you want to talk about it?"

For several long moments, you looked in the mirror, seeing Kaeya gently taking care of you, from fixing your hair to gently tucking up the towel covering you, as though he had not seen you completely naked several times before.

"We don't have to talk," he finally said, "I got wine, would that help?" He asked, a smile that bled concern.

"No," you admitted, genuinely, "I don't want to drink. I'm sorry."

He tsk'd his tongue gently, "Sorry this, sorry that, but what are you apologizing for?" He teased, gently, "You've had a rough day, and you're tired, and there's a few bruises on you... You did nothing but your best... and survive." He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"How about we go cuddle and you can tell me if you want, and if not, I can read to you."

"... that sounds nice. Thank you, Kaeya."

"You're welcome, sweetness."

Diluc

Maybe you liked to abuse the fact that you got free wine just a little bit. Diluc would always give it to you, within reason, and it's not like you were using him only for free wine!

It was just a nice bonus.

But the loud, crass tavern was not. Another one of those nights when people got paid and decided to blow their newfound money on drink, and then look into their wallets confused the next day, wondering where it had all gone. Diluc didn't even need an explanation, silently wishing he could leave with you, as he gave you a glass to enjoy outside--less people went outside during these days, for whatever reason.

You leaned back in your seat, backrest lightly tapping against the stone wall behind you, tilting the glass to your lips as you sipped lightly, savoring the taste....

Ah, if only Charles could be working tonight. Right now, cuddling up to warm, snuggly Diluc was a lot more appealing than sitting alone with the wind threatening to pick up and to start cutting at your skin. Just one night, not even one full night, just a few more hours and you could both go home

"Hey tiny," You heard a voice say, and you looked over, seeing a man pull up a seat next to you--you could see why he would call you tiny, he himself was quite massive in size, "What's someone like you doing out alone in the cold?" He leaned over the table, setting one elbow on it as he propped his head up with one hand. No longer sitting back, you straightened your spine and set down your glass with more force than was necessary back onto the table.

"I apologize," you said, "But I'm not in the mood for talking."

"Well," he said, sitting up again, "Maybe I'm not either," he pushed himself to his feet, his hands on the table, and you were effectively trapped--he able to easily block your escape whether you went around either side of the table, or if you went under or above it.

Fingertips trembled around your glass of wine, and you had an idea, standing slowly, and you walked around one side of the table, slowly, and he closed in, smiling wide--

You cracked the glass across his face, it shattering and slicing open his cheek, he reeling for just a moment from the shock, and the pain, you dashing over to the door, tears in your eyes as you finally got over to the door, fumbling desperately for a second until it flung open, and you ran in.

Diluc all but jumped over the bar upon seeing your distress through the crowd, Kaeya shouting in surprise, but it went forgotten as he rushed over you, holding you close to him, the bar gone silent.

You, for a second, just sobbed into his chest, "I... Diluc, he's outside, he..."

It was deafening to hear your own voice with so many people surrounding. Diluc's eyes narrowed, glaring--for a moment, you wondered if he was angry at you, but still hold your wrist tight, he went out front, dragging you along.

When the two of you found yourself outside, there was no one, but spilled wine, shattered glass, and a little blood was evident. You looked at Diluc as he scanned the area... and he looked back to you.

"I'm sorry," he said, softly. "... Kaeya owes me. I'll tell him to staff the bar, and then we'll go home... did he...?"

You shook your head, "Just... scared me."

He nodded, "You know I won't judge you."

"... I know. Thank you."

"... Mn. This night's gone on long enough, lets go home and get it over with already."

Xiao

Tourist, many would call you, even if you came to the Wangshu Inn not to simply say you came, but to see someone you truly care for... and perhaps, from time to time, you focus on commissions instead, but this said someone is always worth it, with the few, loving touches he offer.

People got rowdy, and you could only panic when they grabbed you by the wrists, a big and powerful man. Only because several others were able to pry him off of you did you escape, majorly, unharmed. Your hands tingled, the grip too tight and too crushing, and you could tell they'd be bruised. It could've been worse, but...

All you wanted was to sit down and relax with his head on your lap, and surrounded by a comfortable silence.

You found your way to your usual room, and you sat down at a chair next to a table, lifting your hands and gently rubbing at your wrists... Maybe you should go purchase a salve before he got here? You didn't need to demand he appear immediately, you were alright with waiting, much to his dismay when you would have fallen asleep without him, he having to, stealthy, crawl into bed with you...

"... You're early."

You jumped, and Xiao stood there, spinning his spear in one hand, and then it disappeared into fragments of light, dismissed for the time being.

"Well, I missed you." You said, with a smile. He didn't smile--but that was normal. He walked over to you, and grabbed your hand, turning it so your wrist faced upwards, and he glared at the redness, the bruises already forming.

"What happened?" He asked, then grabbing for your other hand, doing the same and his scowl only increasing as he realized it was on both wrists.

"Just... a drunkard." You said, plainly, "People do stupid things when they drink."

He didn't seem pleased with that answer, "They hurt you." His hands trembled, but he was careful to not crush your hands, still holding them delicately.

"Everyone gets hurt," you tried to soothe his anger, "I'll be okay. I promise... I'm just... sore."

He sighed, "I'm going to get you something to put on that-" he tried to move, but you held onto his hands--tight enough that he couldn't easily pull them away.

"No, no..." You muttered, softly, "You never hold my hands. Stay? For a few minutes?"

He stared down at your hands... and held on a little tighter, taking a seat near you.

"... just a few minutes."

Zhongli

The door swung open, slamming against the nearby wall, and it creaked weakly as it tried to, slowly, swing back to it's closed position.

Zhongli jumped, his spear in hand, summoned by little more than instinct as he heard the noise, but there was no intruder, only you, as you ran and held him, sobbing into his chest.

Without any effort, his spear disappeared, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close in a firm but still gentle hold.

"Love..." He whispered, softly, "What's wrong?"

For several long moments, you didn't say anything, and he just looked over you... Labored breathing, likely from running, or perhaps just distress.

He couldn't see any injuries, nor smell blood, even with his keen sense of smell, so perhaps you were... Fine?

... hm.

Eventually, your sobbing turned from cries to whimpers, and he managed to get you to sit down.

"Here," he set down some tissues, "The door is open. I'm going to go close it, get you some water, then... We can talk about it, okay?"

Through sniffles, you nodded, and he did as he said: The soft sound of the door clicking, running water, and then he came back, setting the glass down and lifting you effortlessly, setting you onto his lap before grabbing the glass and offering it to you once again.

"Did something do something to you?" He asked, voice low and smooth, as always, but softer than normal, as though he was afraid he could accidentally break you with his words.

Choked up, you slowly managed to explain it, all but being dragged into an alley, your head bashed against the stone ground, and you barely got away, so upset you couldn't think.

He was calm, but were you not present, he would be shredding some poor, poor vermin of Liyue to shreds.

Instead, he pressed a kiss atop your head, gently.

"I'm going to make sure there's no lasting damage, alright?" He knew the signs to look for, after all, "If there is, I will escort you to a healer... If not, would you like to go to sleep? You seem quite tired."

You nodded, and he made quick work. A bruise was forming on your scalp, oh, there'd be a bump, but a few more moments of examining your features, your eyes, and ensuring you were responding properly...

He held out a little bit of medicine, "Nothing that won't heal on its own, this can make it a bit more tolerable, my dear," he hummed, sweetly, and held out his arms for you, patiently waiting for you to jump into them so he could sweep you up and tuck you into bed...

Silently ruing that he couldn't protect you, but promising himself he'd work harder to ensure you wouldn't have to come home crying like this again.

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Date Night | Chris Evans Blurb

Summary: Reader helps Chris get ready for a big date.

Word Count: 621

Warnings: fluff!!!!

“You look a little nervous.” You smirked as you leaned against the doorframe. Chris shot you an annoyed look as he held up two different ties in the mirror, trying to figure out which one went best with his shirt.

“Shut up and help me please.” He moaned as he threw the ties on the bed defeated.

“She’s not going to care what you’re wearing,” you picked up the light blue tie and threw it around his neck, starting to tie it for him. “She’s just excited to be going. You don’t need to worry.”

You finished the tie and gently tapped your fingers on his chest signaling you were done. Chris sighed as he slid on his suit jacket. You smiled to yourself as you watched him do one last look over in the mirror. He did look especially good tonight; his hair perfectly coiffed and the suit hugging him in all the right spots.

“I just want it to be perfect.” He finally said, his eyes finding yours in the mirror.

“And it will be.” You reassured him. Chris opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by the sound of tiny feet running down the hallway.

“Daddy! I’m all ready for our date!” You grinned as your daughter burst into the room. She was wearing her special dress that you two had picked out for tonight. It was a light blue; the same color as her eyes she inherited from her father, and had beautiful lace detailing all over the bodice and tulle coming from every angle of the skirt. Her curls were running wild down her back, just the way she liked it, and her lips had the faintest hint of your lip gloss on theme. In other words she looked beautiful.

“Wow, baby girl, you look so beautiful.” He laughed, hoisting her up in his arms. “You look just like your pretty mama.” He winked in your direction as you blew him a kiss.

Your daughter blushed at his compliment, burying her face in his neck. You smiled watching the two of them interact. From the moment you brought her home from the hospital, that little girl had your husband wrapped around her tiny fingers. You always knew Chris was going to be a great father, but watching him with Y/D/N just proved that he was one of the best.

Tonight he was taking her out on her first of many “daddy/daughter” dates. He had spent all week planning everything so it would be perfect. You had laughed when he told that he was doing all of this “so she has extensively high standards and doesn’t date anyone in the future” but you both knew he was doing it because she was his whole world.

“Should we get going?” Chris smiled down at her as she nodded excitedly.

“Have her home no later than 8:30, young man. No funny business. She has a bedtime and her father will kill you.” You teased, following the pair out of your bedroom and down to the front door.

“I’ll do my best, ma’am.” Chris laughed as he gave you a kiss. “I’m saving all my funny business for you.” He murmured against your lips.

“She’s lucky to have you as her dad.” You patted down the lapels of his jacket, trying to hide the fact that you had tears welling in your eyes.

“I’m the lucky one.” He said wistfully. His gaze darted to your daughter who was currently giving Dodger goodbye hugs and kisses. He turned his attention back to you, lifting your chin with his hand. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Thank you for giving me such a beautiful family, sweetheart.” Chris’s hand fell to your protruding stomach; baby Evans number two-a boy-kicked against his hand.

“Wouldn’t want to have it with anyone else.”

[hypnolab]

Can i

can I have a scenario for Jyuto celebrating his S/Os birthday

(my birthday is right around the corner and this is the only reason I’m asking)

Hi anon, I hope you have/had a fun birthday!! ☆ ～ ('▽ ^ 人) Here's a small Jyuto scenario as a gift hehe (´ ▽ `) .｡ ｏ ♡

pairing : jyuto iruma x gn!reader

synopsis : jyuto eagerly waits to spend your birthday together with a sentimental gift prepared

word count : 621

Jyuto steps out of the police station with his jacket slung over his arm, and he checks his watch for a moment before stepping into his car.

He had made a request to be able to leave early tonight in preparation for your special day, and Jyuto wanted to be able to come home to you in time with the gifts he had in plan. Being late and empty-handed on your birthday would just be unacceptable.

Stopping by the few shops he had visited to find gifts for you first, Jyuto eventually drove up to your place with a bouquet of roses and a small box tucked inside his pocket. He faces the rear view mirror of his car and fixes his hair, clearing his throat before stepping out.

“Happy birthday, love.” Jyuto greets you once you were in the doorway to invite him in, and he reaches for your hand with his free one to press a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. “I hope I’m not late to the festivities.” He laughs, stepping inside as you close the door.

“Not at all - I just finished getting ready.” You smile up at him, Jyuto’s expression mirroring yours as he looks at you fondly. “You look wonderful, [Y/N]. Here, I hope these are to your liking.” He holds out the large bouquet towards you, and the red shade on your cheeks is starting to look similar to the roses he brought for you.

Flustered, you accept the bouquet with the warmth spreading across your face, thanking him with a small grin.

You had decided for a mellow approach to your birthday this year, just wanting to dress up nicely and have a nice dinner at home with just you and your boyfriend. Jyuto didn’t oppose your plans, more than happy to indulge and even leave work early for you. Both of you chat lightly about your days, sipping wine at the dinner table as you did so.

“Was work any difficult today?”

“Not at all. The motivation of coming home to spoil you was enough to get me through.” He teases, sending you a small smirk. He takes a long sip from his glass before setting it down, reaching into his pocket. “Ah, [Y/N], before I forget,”

You look up at Jyuto questioningly, setting down your own wine glass as you see him pull out a box the size of his hand out from his pocket.

“This isn’t really a proposal and more of a gift I thought you’d like when I saw it.” Jyuto says, taking out the lid from the box right before you gasp softly.

Inside were two matching silver rings in a red velvet cushion, and while you were collecting yourself from the pleasant shock of seeing his gift, Jyuto reached to gently grab one of your hands between his after putting the box down.

“There is indeed something special when a couple have matching rings, no? We haven’t discussed plans about marriage yet, but I wanted to give you this so we still are with each other even when we’re separated in our busy lives.”

Your heart swells with happiness at his words, cheeks aflame with love as Jyuto smiles tenderly while talking to you. “[Y/N], before we decide to tie the knot as lifelong partners, will you accept this token of my love for you in our present?”

“..Yes..!” You nod profusely, and Jyuto’s smile widens. “Then,” He grabs one of the rings and slowly slides it up to your right hand’s ring finger, leaning down to press a kiss on it.

“Happy birthday, my love. I hope to spend more of these days with you in the future.”

[ana-maa]

hii i don’t know if your requests are still open but if they are can i request 5 and 64 with alex turcotte??

5. “Let me bandage you up.” + 64. “I’ll hurt whoever did this to you.”

word count: 621

a/n: I actually got this request after I said my requests were closed but I just felt like I had to write this one so that's what I did! warning!! in this blurb the reader is having a very hard time at school (bullying) and I don't try to make light of the situation in any way with this blurb. I've been through similar things in life and know how it feels. If anyone of you experienced any type of bullying, I'm here for you, my messages are always open! Don't hesitate to reach out, you are loved!

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I sigh when I look at myself in the mirror and realize I can’t go home in the streets of LA like this. My left knee and elbow looks messed up but I guess that’s what happens when you scrape them against the hard ground.

Embarrassed as never before I decided to give Alex a call and ask if there’s any chance he can come pick me up. I can’t call any of my friends since they don’t know about this and will probably ask me a thousand questions and there’s no way I will call mom.

“Hello?”

“Alex, are you busy?” I say as I try to stop my eyes from watering.

“Quinton is here but we were just chatting, what’s up? Is everything alright?”

I can't stop the tears from falling anymore. I try to be as quiet as possible even though I’m sure I failed. I take a deep breath as I try to calm down. Most of my school days are bad but I can’t remember a day as horrible as this one.

“Baby, talk to me. Are you okay?”

“Can you come pick me up, please?” I say, just to avoid all the possible questions he could ask for a minute.

“Of course baby. I’ll be there in ten minutes, alright?”

“I love you Alex.”

“I love you too y/n, I’ll see you soon.” He says before he hangs up.

I honestly don’t think ten minutes have passed when I see Alex's car pull up at the school's parking lot. Thank God he went here without Quinton, I think when I notice Alex is alone in the car.

I don’t even get the chance to make up a story about what happened before Alex is standing in front of me. At first he doesn't say anything. He just holds me in his arms and that’s when I realize I’ve never felt as safe as this.

“I’ll hurt whoever did this to you.” Alex says when we’re sitting in the car on our way home.

“I fell Alex.”

“Oh come on y/n, don’t give me that. I know there’s people treating you badly at school. I’ve heard you cry in the bathroom after school multiple times. I’ve seen bruises on your body baby. Please, you know you can talk to me.”

“Can we just get home first?”

“Yeah of course baby. Take your time.”

Before I know it, I’m sitting beside Alex on the couch at home. The room is quiet, too quiet. I don’t like this silence knowing that I’m the person who needs to break it. I feel the tears in my eyes form and this time I don’t try to stop them, I let them fall.

“Shh it’s okay baby. I’m here.”

I don’t know for how long I was laying there crying in Alex’s arms. All I know is that at some point I stopped crying and everything felt a little bit better for the moment.

“You don’t have to talk to me about it right now if you don’t feel comfortable doing that but you have to talk to someone at school. This can’t keep happening to you.”

“If I talk to the school, will you come with me?”

“Of course baby, you know that.”

I give him a slight smile as I try to remember what I ever did in life to deserve someone like Alex. He always knows how to make my bad days better.

“I’ve got an idea. Let me bandage you up and then we can order takeout and have a movie night, how does that sound?”

“I love you, thank you for being here.”

“Always y/n.” He says placing a kiss on my lips.

[jinkicake]

Pillow Princess

SFW/NSFW headcannons of Ushijima with a short and curvy/chubby gf ft. size/daddy kink

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

For anon, thank you for requesting this. I feel quenched like Ushijima has cleansed my soul. My gratitude. (*＾∀ﾟ)ъ

S M U T

WC- 621

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SFW

I don’t think Ushijima would ever make fun of your height, verbally

He’d definitely love looking at you, just watch you do random things like having to stand on the tips of your toes to reach things

Ushijima would enjoy watching you struggle for a bit, if you’re having trouble reaching something, he probably would wait for you to call him for help only because he wants to hear your voice

Another thing about your height he adores is when you have to physically lift your chin to look at him

He’d smile every time you look up at him

Ushijima seems like the type to always be touching you, his hands would somehow find a way to be on you

If you’re sitting with him, his hand would rest on your hip and squeeze you occasionally

His hand is so large can you IMAGINE how it would feel trailing up and down your sides, oof

In private he would be bolder with how much he touches you but in public it would be something simple like holding your pinky with his own

Listen, our man is not the best with words but he tries, he really tries to make you feel the best

If you’re ever feeling insecure about how you look, he would try to show you how much he loves 

NSFW

He will fuck you in front of a mirror any chance he gets-

Is that too much? Let’s start softer,

Wear his clothes, please wear his clothes, you’ll automatically get him hard

Something about seeing you in his sweatshirt that is literally drowning you would send blood straight to his dick

If you’re doing something while wearing his clothes, just be prepared to stop because he will be on top of you in a second

I mean his hands grip your hips and pull you against his chest, grinding his semi-hard cock into your ass, kind of second

Ushijima would love your thighs, HE IS A THIGH MAN

He’d take his sweet time running his hands along the inside of your thighs, occasionally squeeze the extra softness on you

I feel like he’d moan just from touching you like you don’t even have to touch him

Ushijima has a size kink that is cannon

Something about seeing his thick, long fingers thrusting into you makes him go light headed

You look so tiny beneath him, he lives to rest his large hand on your stomach just to see how much of you he can grab while he pounds you into next year

He’d love to watch you bounce on his dick, his eyes would dart between watching your expressions and the way his large cock disappears into you

Ushijima has a big dick and if he puts his hand on your lower stomach he can feel it inside of you, I said what I said

He’d be so soft for you, so fucking soft

Ushijima is a soft daddy send tweet

You’d literally be his pillow princess, he would cater to your every need

“Do you like that baby? Like how daddy treats you?” He worships your every inch of your skin, he spends so much time taking care of you

Just because Ushijima is a soft daddy doesn’t mean he’d still wreck your insides

He’d rearrange your guts and smack your ass red because he can and it slowly drives you up the wall

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl”

“Daddy can’t do anything if his baby doesn’t speak up”

“Use your words princess”

“Fuck you like that, don’t you”

“Look into my eyes”

“Mmm you feel so damn good”

Yes I am very much in love with Ushijima, I am his personal cum rag

[footballerimaginess]

Stretch Marks

30 day of prompt series  Prompt List Five  “Why are you so embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that”  Kylian Mbappe  Word Count: 621  TAGLIST: @footballffbarbiex​ @lawsandother​ @henrythickcavill​ @footballxixstars​ @sanchos-dream​ @parkminjungqueen  7 months pregnant, you were sprawled on the sofa. You were feeling bored and just super uncomfortable. Clothes were so tight and you weren’t feeling great at all.  Kylian had told you about there being a ball for the end of the season and you said yes about going. But now you really weren’t sure. You just felt like a big whale and not yourself. It was really getting you down because you were never one to be insecure about your body.  Pregnancy had turned you into a complete different person.  You went upstairs to go and get ready or some what ready. You walked slowly upstairs, you had reached the waddling stage of the pregnancy. Everything was starting to hurt and it wasn’t doing you any good.  As you finally got up the stairs even though your body was aching like mad. You were ready to go to the PSG ball that Kylian wanted you to go to. You were looking forward to it, but you really didn’t want to dress up. You had put on weight and you were not enjoying it.  You sat down on the bed and sighed, rubbing your bump as he was kicking away like crazy. He was just like a mini footballer just like Kylian.  You took your trousers off and needed to lay back down again. This is becoming a regular occurrence because you got out of breath ever so quickly. You took your top off and stood in front of the mirror.  Examining your ever growing and changing body, looking at your stretch marks that were growing on the side of your stomach. You felt a tear drop down your face as you were feeling so insecure and uncomfortable with the way you looked like right now.  “Hello gorgeous” Kylian wrapped his arms around you as you pushed him away. “Hey what’s wrong?” you shook your head as he wiped your tears with his thumb. You hide your face in your hands, not wanting to look at him while you were in a slight hormonal state.  Kylian was probably right annoyed as this was becoming a regular thing. You came home and had seen you crying most days when your hormones had gotten better of you once again.  “Why are you scared me looking at you?” Kylian asked you. “Because I am embarrassed by the way I look”. you hid your face once again. “Why are you so embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that” Kylian grabbed your hands as you moved them away from your face. “I just look and feel so fucking fat. I have stretch marks on my side, I look awful. I feel so disgusting, I am so uncomfortable” you sighed at him.  “Hey, baby. Please you are so beautiful. You are growing my child and it is amazing to watch you grow up. I really love seeing your bump move and it is a beautiful thing to watch. I really can’t believe you have a baby growing inside of you. Please don’t think the stretch marks are bad because they are not” Kylian rubbed your body.  “Thank you. Sorry I was just feeling really awful at the moment. I just am not sure if I feel completely comfortable about going to the ball tonight” You hugged Kylian. “It is okay, don’t you worry baby! We can stay at home if that is how you really feel darling” you nodded at him.  “Thank you for being so amazing, I love you. Even if you have to deal with my mood swings all the time. Sorry darling” You kissed him on the lips. “I love you too. Don’t worry I can deal with them, it is fine” you smirked. 

[haikyuu-scenarios-box]

ooooo how about s/o having to take care of a nose bleeding kuroo after they accidentally hit him in the face with a volleyball when he tried teaching them??

A/N: no promleb normie. If you like what I write, consider supporting me by commissioning me or buying me a ko-fi ♡ TW: blood

Word count: 621

_________‘Ball in front of your body with your left hand,’ Kuroo explained,perching the ball onto his left palm, ‘your left shoulder extended, your rightshoulder drawn back,’ he demonstrated, ‘and then…’

The ball was sent flying overthe net, bouncing to a halt once its descent ceased.

‘… you do an overhand serve,’Kuroo said, placing his hands on his hips. 

‘That’s amazing!’ [y/n]exclaimed, their eyes resembling a child’s when they catch a glimpse of a fairyfloss cart. ‘I want to try!’ they jogged over to ball on the other side ofthe net. 

‘Are you sure?’ hesmirked, ‘I set the standard pretty high just now.’

‘You’re such an encouraging teacher,’[y/n] sarcastically said, attempting to mirror Kuroo’s stance earlier. ‘Ishould have went to Yaku’—they stuck the curled tip of their tongue out,attempting to focus—‘he wouldn’t have been this mean to me.’

‘You’re right. He’d kick youinstead,’ he remarked.

A deep inhale circledthroughout Kuroo’s lungs as his hazel irises drifted towards the gym door, thescent of polished wood plunging him into nostalgia. When he first shared aglance with Yaku on Nekoma soil two years ago, the hostility between thembloomed instantly. Similar to most things, Kuroo no longer held the sameopinion as he did back then. 

‘But you know…’ he began,reminiscing his first year, ‘… he’s very—’

The heavy object that slammedagainst Kuroo’s face almost shattered the delicate cartilage within his nose,the throbbing sting spreading to his upper lip. When the initial numbingsubsided after a second, Kuroo clutched is nose within his hands, palms growingwarm with the blood that gushed out of his nostrils. 

‘K-K-Kuroo!’ they ran over tohim, fishing a pack of tissues out of their pocket, ‘Are you o-okay?!’ 

They grabbed Kuroo’s hands away from his face, placing the tissues over his nose and pinching the flesh beneath hisnasal bones. ‘Keep applying pressure,’ they instructed, voice tightly lacedwith concern.

‘I-it’s fine,’ Kuroo consoled,taking a hold of his nose, ‘this isn’t my first nosebleed from volleyball.’

‘Sit down,’ [y/n] stubbornlycommanded, pointing their finger towards one of the benches. 

‘I feel so faint,’ he teased as he sat down, ‘and yet you’re just going toleave me here, all alone?’ 

[Y/n] initiated no response, immediatelyracing to the first aid kit mounted on the wall.

‘Breathe through your mouth anddon’t tilt your head back,’ they warned as they approachedhim, ‘otherwise, you’ll swallow the blood.’ 

‘But how will I play during ourmatches without the blood?’ Kuroo smirked, seemingly proud of his own referenceto Nekoma’s pre-game chant. 

[Y/n] placed a hand on hisright shoulder blade, gently making his body lean forward slightly. ‘Weare the body’s blood,’ they began the chant, digging through the kit for aninstant ice pack, ‘flow out the stomach through vomit, so the brain functionsno more.’

‘How could you say such meanthings after breaking my nose?’ Kuroo sighed dramatically. 

‘D-did I break your nose?’ theundertone of [y/n]’s skin suddenly vanished, their face drained, ‘Move yourhands! Let me check!’ 

‘It’s not broken,’ hereassured, ‘my heart, on the other hand…’

‘Just s-shut up and placethis’— [y/n] gave him the now-squeezed ice pack—’on the bridge of your nose.’

‘Are you sure you’re not theone who needs it?’ a sly smile slowly curled along Kuroo’s lips, ‘You lookredder than the blood on those tissues.’ The presence of provocative commentsand banter in their conversations wasn’t uncommon. Yet, whenever he prevailedand made heat flood into [y/n]’s cheeks, his adoration towards them would swellever so slightly.

‘Keep talking and I’ll break your nose forreal.’ 

[junior-a-bird-perhaps]

More dangerous cryptids. I can not stress this enough. Do NOT go seeking these out, I dont want another law suit.

CC:  Shadow Cryptids #621-00

-They wander the forest alone, preying on souls who wander to deepOriginal documentation by Blake/Anon/Robin(RN: I would put this in unknown, but if the only information we have is that they “prey on souls” I think that's good enough.)

Cannibal Book #311-00

-If you come across it, and it shows its face, you probably won't make it

Original documentation by HT, DHP, DCM, DLH

(RN: while the lack of information makes me cry a little, this object is clearly dangerous. I won't go purposely looking for it. Maybe I'll ask one of the DUE kids, they seem to have more luck with these things)

Oni-On #241-01

-Sits on river banks and doesn't move

-only moves if someone tries to pick it up, in which case, it will become taller and buffer until it is around 6ft tall and built like a wrestler. You may survive but you will have nasty injuries.

First discovered by Paigey 

(RN: I've seen this little fellas. I didn't know the actual lore behind them until recently, good to know. I would also like to add that they have a rather foul smell after it rains.)

The Eye #111-01

-Kinda wet and slimy

-Can be seen in mirrors or if your not directly looking at it 

*some claim to have seen it when intoxicated-no further tests have been done to prove it

- Kinda sweet once you get to know it, makes you feel less lonely

- 3 sizes, average (around the size of your head), tiny (the size of your hand, and All Seeing (the size of a skyscraper)

-Its said that if you do look at it directly it takes the form of your eye. What happens to you and your eye(s) in unknown. But I will be outside the cottage if anyone want to test it with me

(Possibly one of the ways the Headmaster watches the students???)

Dangerous if you look at it directly-so don't

First Documentation by me, Irene! This was actually the cryptid that got me into this whole mess of a project

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

Lipstick Stains

Jim Hopper x Reader  - 621 words  -  Part 1 of 1

Warnings: “damn” is said like once...do y’all need a warning for that lol?

Notes: Fluff!

Summary: Super cute brunch date: AKA the only time Jim is late for work on purpose.

You chewed on your bottom lip, wondering which sweater looked the best. Or, maybe it was the flared jeans that weren’t working? You didn’t know. And of course, that was the problem. You’d been on your fair share of dates through high school decades ago, and enough in your adult life to know you shouldn’t be so worked up about your clothes. But why did you have to pick a breakfast date? You had no idea what to wear to a breakfast date, and across town your date was wondering the same thing.

Hopper stood in front of his bathroom mirror grimacing at the tan uniform in the reflection. You’d both been so excited about this first official date that the idea of going to work after didn’t matter until now. It was easier for you, the library’s archives didn’t exactly have a strict dress code- unlike the chief of police. You couldn’t decided what was throwing you off but time was up- and you were stuck with the old and comfortable outfit that didn’t seem to lay right no matter how many times on your way to the car you tugged and tried to adjust the fabric. Across town Hopper gave up on straightening his shirt and headed out to the dinner on Second Street.

You’d been together for months now, and even though this was technically the first date, you were both so nervous it was absurd. Hawkins was a small town, everyone knew everyone else and you were no exception. Of course you each knew the other existed for most of your lives.You got together right before the kids went on Christmas Break. Your sister was out of town and asked you to pick your niece up from the middle school’s Snow Ball. He’d been waiting outside for El and it was only supposed to be one shared cigarette while waiting. But instead you’d kissed and gotten so wrapped up in it you almost forgot to pickup your respective kids. But of course in Hawkins something always went wrong and that’s how you got here, months later, standing nervously outside a diner all together too nervous for this date.

Hopper had gotten there first, and was already seated and looking over the paper. It felt like you were shaking in your tennis shoes as you walked over, and you hoped your voice didn’t sound as small as you thought it did when you said, “Hi Hop.” The second he saw you, Hopper’s face lit up. He crumpled the paper trying too quickly to stand up. He wanted to tell you how amazing you looked in that sweater, how it fit you perfectly, but all he could manage was a flustered “hi” as he stood to greet you. Hopper pulled you into a quick hug, and you kissed him on the cheek before sitting down. “Damn you look,” Hopper threw you a lopsided grin, “amazing.” You blushed furiously, “jeez Hop this is like my oldest sweater.” Before he could respond a waitress interrupted. “Hi, I’m Shelby, Welcome to Syd’s! What can I get y’all to drink this morning?” “Coffee,” you both said at the same time causing you to dissolve into giggles. The waitress nodded and walked away. “Hey I’m sorry about this-“ Hopper said gesturing to his uniform, “didn’t really think that part through.” You shook your head, but before you could say anything your waitress was back with a pot of coffee. She left quickly and you tossed two sugars into your mug. You tentatively sipped the coffee before tossing in another, traces of your lipstick clinging to the mug. You stirred your coffee as you started again, “don’t be sorry. I love a man in uniform.”

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Eyes

Day 2 of Soulmate AUgust! Find day one here

Prompt: One of your eyes is the same colour as your soulmate’s. Once you meet all eyes return to their original colour

Ship: Roceit 

Warnings: Murder mention, fire mention (and I mean a MENTION but just in case) 

Word Count: 621

Roman was five when he first learned about soulmates, and why his eyes were two different colours. He knew at that moment that he loved his soulmate and couldn’t wait to meet them, whoever they were. The bright emerald of one eye contrasted beautifully with the soft brown of the other.  He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Declan was six years old when the Accident happened. He didn’t remember much, except it claimed both his parents and the sight in his left eye, not to mention the long scars running down the left side of his body. He remembered his parents, but he knew that would change someday. So he didn’t let himself dwell on it too much while he was in the orphanage. The therapist said it was depression, but the truth was he just didn’t care. Crying over them wouldn’t bring them back, so why should he let it affect his life? Don’t be fooled, he still missed them, and thought of them daily, but he refused to let them hold him back. The only thing he truly regretted from the Accident was losing his sight in one eye, leaving it milky white instead of the vibrant green it had once been. His soulmate must have been so angry when they woke up with a white eye to go with their other one.

Roman was seven when he suddenly got that searing pain in his left eye. He was in his bedroom, just about to sleep when the pain caused him to cry out. His parents rushed in just in time to see part of his green eye turn milky white, as if he was blind, but he could still see perfectly. His parents hadn’t ever seen something like that before but after a lot of research, they concluded that his soulmate went blind in one eye. The pain came from the iris having its very DNA rewritten. Roman didn’t care, the only thing he was concerned about was making sure his soulmate was okay.

Declan was sixteen when he started St Thomas’ School. His eye and scar made him stand out, and rumours spread about how he must have gotten them. They ranged from fires to him murdering someone (and Declan has no idea how they managed to come up with that from a scar and a blind eye, but hey, let them have their fun). Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly popular. He made friends with exactly two people: The edgy emo he sat next to in Biology and the, well, weird kid who sat behind him in Maths. The three became quite good friends and soon they were less ‘Declan, Virgil and Remus’ and more ‘DeclanVirgilRemus’. After all being grouped together for a project in English, they agreed to go to Remus’ house. He warned them of his twin brother, Roman, but assured them he wouldn’t be back from play practice – more affectionately known as ‘Jazz Hands’ in the Garcia family – until they ate dinner, so he shouldn’t bother them.

Roman was seventeen when he met his soulmate. He had just got back from Jazz Hands as the three boys came downstairs. He greeted his twin with a rather rude gesture before looking at the two with him. One looked like he had just stepped out of Hot Topic and the other…

Had scars on his face. And one blind eye. And one brown eye, that was bleeding into green. Roman grabbed his mirror and saw his bi-coloured eye become brown. In all honesty, he was slightly disappointed. His eye looked so cool, but having two the same was even better!

“You’re my soulmate” he breathed

“Yeah, I guess I am” he got in reply

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