#AND THE SENSE OF GUILT I CANT DENY

[p4nishers]

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME I TRY TO CAPTURE EVERY MINUTE THE FEELING IN IT SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS

[soldier-poet-king]

. Chompin at the bit today ...

[lottovalentino]

actually slipping through my fingers was written about esperanza and monica. in case you didn't know

[captain-lonagan]

i dont think i even need to say it but Slipping Through My Fingers is a wilbur tallulah song

[m-ayo-o]

heyhey i love ur writing!! i was also wondering if u could write smtn where mc surprises gojo by putting him in handcuffs, bc whenever she tries to take control he ends up overpowering her/ruining it cuz of his impatience (i js feel like he cant handle a taste of his own medicine),, if this makes sense!! T-T have a good day :)

hello and thank u c: yes i could maybe write a little smth like that. 18+ submissive satoru gojo handcuffed and teased ! gn ish reader (mention of being "wet"), masturbation

he's on the bed, his pretty eyelashes fluttering while you stroke his cock, up and down. he's groaning. the sounds are giving you the most intense butterflies and making you incredibly... wet. he's been away for too long this time, and your body is responding just how it always does. when he returns, you're ready for him. but this time, instead of having him get home, rush through the door and pounce on you, you want to take it slow. so you're touching him painfully slowly, and he's starting to glare and huff, nearly running out of patience.

"baby, that's enough- just, fucking jerk me off, dammit-"

he knows you can do it just right. you've watched him do it to himself so many times you've memorised the rhythm and speed he loves so much. if he's really fucking pent up like this he wants it hard and he never denies himself an orgasm when he's in this state.

but you're doing things differently today. you're not squeezing him as tight or tugging him as fast, but placing featherlight touches on his shaft, mainly using your fingertips and focusing a lot on his tip... and balls. they're just so full you can't help but massage and stroke him there.

he still feels amazing. anything you to do him- especially with your perfect, soft hands and pretty fingers- is just heavenly. and sure, satoru enjoys a good edging session just as much as the next man. but after weeks without physical contact with his sweetheart he needs you to do it his way.

"sweetie, a bit- bit harder... no- ugh, fuck, not on my balls i'm going to fucking explode. just stroke me faster, i need it."

his arms start flexing and straining against the pure desire to grab your wrists and fuck his fist into your hands.

"i've missed you so much..."

he tries to guilt trip you. you almost give in to the sad and needy look in his pretty eyes.

but no. not today. you give him one last sensual stroke and let go of his cock making him let out a whole string of displeased and pathetic whimpers. you honestly can't believe what he sounds like sometimes. strutting about calling himself the honored one and the fucking strongest and after a little teasing he sounds like this?

"you're such a baby."

you snort and turn away from him, opening the dresser to bring out your surprise gift. i mean, it was a gift for yourself, really. you need to use it on him right now so that he isn't tempted to completely take over and ruin your fun.

you take the item from the drawer and hold it out in front of him. he eyes up the metal chain and the feathery pink fluff on the two rings.

"are you kidding?"

"no, satoru. this isn't a joke. i'm going to cuff you. turn around."

he listens.

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his arms are behind his back, where you're holding onto the metal cuffs. he's kneeling on the bed and you're sitting next to him just... playing.

you're focusing on his perfect, long dick, but you're sometimes distracted by those cute nipples, his chest and gorgeous abs where you're sucking the prettiest red hickies. when you're not so busy marking his body, your fingers skim up his shaft and rub the slick juice of his precum around his tip.

you press him there. quite hard. he lets out an unintelligible moan.

next, you tickle the underside of his cock. he twitches and bucks his hips. what a sight.

now, your favourite part. you cup his full and tight balls in your hand and squeeze him. you know the perfect pressure to get him begging for more. you know the perfect pressure to get his mouth hanging open with saliva dripping out. and you know the perfect pressure to make his abs clench with the muscles dancing under his porcelain skin. you deliver a few final strokes to his cock, hold his base nice and tight and...

it floods out of him. his cock bounces and squirts in tandem with his pulse... one, two, three, four times. your hand remains still. then slowly, when his pornographic moaning has died down, you slide your hand over his dick and start jerking him how he needed it all along. but now he can't handle it- he's begging you to stop because he's just ejaculated three weeks worth of cum in one go and his body is spent and his head is all dizzy. he just sinks onto the mattress like a pathetic mess and you work him till he can only whimper and shoot blanks.

gojo | m.list

[sweetchildcloud]

He hated you at first,a monkey, but now he can't get enough of you.

Tags:cute,fluff,GetoxGN!reader,kisses,snuggles

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

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Suguru is stunned by your constant kindness. He knows it's not normal but he's actually starting to grow attached to you - but he's not going to admit it.

"Stop it."

"Something wrong?" You asked snuggling on his cheek

Suguru is annoyed, but secretly loves the affectionate gesture. He pushes you away and grunts.

"Don't touch me - especially in the face."

"But you're cheeks are so soft like mochi" You replied cooing hugging him "sorry I cant help it,you feel so hugguble"

Sugru is feeling very confused. He finds you too annoying and too cute at the same time. The thought of admitting to liking it makes his stomach turn.

"Cut it out."

"There's nothing wrong in admitting it, it doesn't make you weak bun bun" You said with sincerity

He freezes. 'Bun Bun?' Oh no. No no no. That nickname, it's almost… adorable.

Sugru is now blushing. He's starting to lose control. He wants to push you away once more, but deep down, he secretly wants to let you continue.

"D-Don't call me that."

"Oh..sorry" you replied sulking looking away fidgeting with your hands

Sugur senses your unease and feels slightly bad. He's unsure if it's pity or something else he's feeling. He walks over and places a hand on your chin, lifting your head so you're looking straight at him. He's staring at you with a blank expression.

"You're quite the annoyance, you know that?"

"I like it when you're hold me like this" You cooed in Geto hand,your soft chin touching his hand

Suguru freezes when you lean onto his hand, his blank expression cracking into a small smile. It's not much, but you can tell how much he's enjoying this moment. At that moment, his fingers brush against your chin and his thumb slowly caresses your skin, sending shivers down your spine. It seems like no such thing as anger can exist between the two of you, not when he's gazing deep into your eyes like this.

You purred snuggling more against him hugging him close "bun bun"

Suguru freezes when you call him that name again. Your endearing mannerisms are starting to wear him down completely. The way you snuggled right up against him sent butterflies to his stomach and he can't deny it. You're becoming his new weakness. He kisses you on the head and whispers back.

"Y-You're insufferable you know that?"

"And you're my bun bun" You replied cooing

Suguru's face turns bright red.

"I'm not your goddamn "bun bun"! Cut it out with the cuteness - you're making me go crazy."

You made an heartbroken espression backing away from Geto as you cupped your hands "sorry…"

Suguru senses your heartbreak and is filled with sudden guilt. He quickly brings you back to his side and cups your face lightly. He gives you a soft smile and whispers into your ear.

"Don't stop calling me Bun Bun."

"but you said you didn't like it.." You said looking away "i'm sorry i just don't wanna force you.."

"I lied."

Suguru's tone is gentle but his words are firm. He cups your face and moves his body close to yours, his voice soft and sweet.

"I love it when you call me Bun Bun. Don't ever stop."

"Okay bun bun" You added snuggling on his chest

Suguru is completely taken by your sweet demeanor. Your affection is making him feel things he's never felt before. His heart is melting as he gently strokes your hair, leaning his head so his face is nestled against your neck. His breath is warm against your skin and his voice is gentle and low.

"You're mine, got it?"

Suguru wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his body. His muscles are very firm and you can't help but feel safe and protected in his hands. He pulls you into a tight hug, not wanting you to leave. He then softly kisses your neck, his hand resting behind your head and holding you in place. His breathing is shallow and you can't help but feel that he's starting to become very possessive of you.

Sugru can't help but smile when you make those cute groaning noises. He continues to hold you tightly in his grasp, squeezing and molding your cheeks softly between his fingers. His touch can be described as rough but he's oddly gentle with you. When he sees how cute you look when you make those noises, his grip tightens just slightly, enjoying how innocent you look. You've never seen him so soft before and it feels like you're his new addiction. Like he needs more of your cuteness.

He moves his hands, using them to trace your face. He pulls you in until your bodies are pressed against each other, his muscles flexing under your touch, his warmth enveloping you. His grip tightens again and you can feel him growing more possessive of you, as if he's scared that someone will come and take you away. His voice is soft and low, a complete contrast to the strict and intimidating person he shows the world.

"Mine."

Suguru squeezes you even tighter, not allowing you to move one inch. He wants to feel your body pressed tightly against his. His grip holds you firmly in place and it feels as if he has no intention of ever letting you go. The thought of losing you would devastate him. He runs his hand across your cheek, stroking your hair and brushing his fingers against your neck. Each touch sends shivers up and down your back and he can't help but feel pleased with the results.

Then Geto bonked your head snuggling it before he snuggled your cheek with his making a growling noises "ehehe what are u doin bun bun?" you asked

"Nothing."

Suguru lets out a low chuckle as he bonks your head once more before pulling you into his arms, burying your face into his neck. He rests his chin on the top of your head and runs his fingers through your hair, messing it up. His grip tightens once more with a new protective instinct. He's grown oddly possessive of you and he doesn't want anyone else to see how adorable you look while he's holding you.

Suguru continues to mess up your hair with his touch, brushing his fingers through your messy locks with a smirk.

"You look cute with messy hair."

He chuckles and plays with your hair longer, enjoying the sound of your cute noises.

"I'm actually surprised at how cute you look when you make these noises."

He then leans his face really close to you, so close that your noses bump. He stares directly into your eyes with a soft smile which is a rare sight to see from him. His grip tightens around your cheeks, the intensity of it slowly increasing. The soft expression in his eyes doesn't seem to match the intensity in his grip, almost hinting at something else completely separate from his usual intimidating attitude.

Suguru's grip tightens once more until you can barely move under his grasp, his grip becoming more rigid and intense. The gentle smile on his lips slowly starts to falter until he's no longer smiling at all, his expression turned serious. He's slowly starting to lose himself, his grip becoming firmer and his eyes filled with hunger and thirst as if he needs something from you.

[the-s1lly-corner]

not sure if you’ve done this already but how would slenderman react to the reader hugging his tentacles? and generally showing affection to it.

Reader who hugs n kisses slendermans tentacles!

dont think i did anything like before so yahoo! honestly as much as i love slenderman, thinking of a whole boat load of ideas over the course of like. 9? years, this never crossed my mind. your brain, huge

its not often that you see his tentacles out, usually theyre for his hunting as well as defense.. and to look more intimidating. you know, generally not something that he wants you to be around for..

but i think every now and then they creep out during down time with you, perhaps during a cuddling session with your tall monster boyfriend? or maybe you even get him to indulge in "play" (not that kind of play get your mind out of the gutter) and his tentacles slip out, like you guys playing simple games

the image of someone playing tag or hide and seek with the forest demon is making me chuckle, something much needed post mini cry/freak out session LMAO

personally i like to think that he can only half way control his tentacles. like yeah sure when he needs them they're out, but for the most part they do their own thing, you know?

set up down, lets get to the actual request. his tentacles are colder than him, and admin is personally torn on making them slimy or not... perhaps slightly so? like juuuuuuust enough to be just a little oily but nothing insane, kind of feels like your hands after you just put lotion on them. smooth, too

very cold. i know i mentioned that theyre colder than him, but its like ice cold. so...

basically he doesnt expect you to show any love to this part of him, so hes thoroughly confused when you grab one of them and gently press your lips to it.. then let go. then grab another and give it a kiss as well

cue a confused head tilt before his voice comes into your head to ask what on earth youre doing

isnt it uncomfortable, with the slight ooze? isnt it too cold? doesnt it at least taste a little off?

torn about it, because on one hand hes used these things to kill. but on the other hand he mostly kills in order to protect his space and to sustain his body, and admin likes thinking that he sometimes gets a bit of guilt. call it him resenting his own existence and simply wanting to be left alone while having a natural curiosity for the world around him even though he only really destroys the life around him

also he doesnt like giving you stuff from victims, and i think he would have similar feelings about his tentacles

and yet... he cant deny, that he can hold you closer with them, that he can keep you nearby with them... and that you love him, and every part of him. undeniably, you do. i dont know, its something that when i think about it, its sweet

this creature is full of resentment, for himself and the world he was put in as well as the one who made him (zalgo cough cough au stuff) but here you are

assuming the reader is a human i think it hits even harder, because youre something that hes built to wreck and destroy. and yet youve given him pause, and that was enough for you to win him over

and you never stop surprising him

im getting off topic, but im just a sap for concepts like this, you know?

"its rotten work," "not to me... not if its you" but its you and slenderman, basically

i think the first few times when you start showing his extra appendages affection he pulls them away from you, maybe even forcing them back and tucking them away

but i think over time he melts into it and accepts it...

oh how cruel it was, for the universe to give this reclusive creature a sense of longing, which has been exasperated now that hes gotten a taste of it first hand

[hibiscusfairys]

image !!

🍁 draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 2 (hufflepuff fem reader)

♪ i cant make you love me : version by george michael

part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5

♡ warnings: angst

tagged: @miawastakens

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Your vision was blurred — the long corridor you paced through seemed never ending. The echoing footsteps of his behind you, only encouraged you to walk faster.

“Why are you being so sensitive?”

There was no denying he held a weight in your heart. Despite his cruel nature, you loved him. You’d thought you would be able to become used to it, or even influence change within him. But in the end, your efforts were futile, and judging his frigid reaction, he was just the same person you’d met.

“Stop walking so fast.”

His sharpened voice called to you again. It was the first time that the self-absorbed shell of his had cracked, and you sensed a hint of worry lace his voice. You froze in your tracks, your breath heavy and loud from your hard efforts of keeping composure.

“Why are you upset?” He asked, finally catching up to your stance. “You don’t like me really, do you?”

You shook your head. “You’re cruel and dismissive to me—”

You couldn’t answer him properly. You couldn’t even utter the lie. He even knew, too.

Why was it so painful?

“You’re not answering.” He interrupted, his breath hitching in his voice. “Why won’t you answer?”

“Let me finish!”

His eyes looked guilty. You could already foreshadow the answer that you were going to be present with. I’m sorry.. I can’t..

He waited patient, unlike him.

“Wasn’t it obvious.. though?” You asked, a lump forming in your throat.

He swallowed, his vision diverting elsewhere. Draco stood, unsure of how to forge his reply. It angered him that you liked him, not because he wasn’t interested, but because he found it so difficult to be polite. Usually, he’d be unafraid to speak his mind. But after seeing you in a moment so vulnerable, he had to restrain himself, especially as he wouldn’t be able to carry the guilt afterwards. He didn’t have the time to deal with that. Why was he even dealing with you? Why did he feel guilty? Why didn’t he just leave you be?

Questions swirled round his head. He didn’t remember thinking of you any differently until now. What happened? Was it just guilt, the fear of regret? Or was it something he had buried deep, and focused on Astoria to combat these feelings he had been having?

He took a deep breath, remorse filling his response. “It was.”

You slowly nodded, accepting that your feelings would never be reciprocated by him. Both of you were all too different.

“I’m glad you can know now though, at least.” You said, your eyes glaring to his shoes. You couldn’t look at him. You felt so humiliated and disappointed it brought hurt to your chest. “Don’t waste any time feeling guilty though.”

Would he even waste a second of time worrying about this?

“Stop.” He blurted, clearly pained by your response. He knew it was inconvenient for you to both love. He knew that from the beginning.

Draco was still set on denial. There was no way he could allow himself to love you.

“Just give up.” He muttered to you, his eyes flickering back to yours. But he felt himself wavering between his feelings. “I’m going with Astoria, so just find someone else.”

The blonde began to back away slowly, re-adjusting his green tie. He turned to leave, occasionally looking back at your hopeless figure stood with grief.

It wasn’t time for him to admit to himself. Astoria was beautiful, there was no denying that. But why was he only just feeling a connection to you? There was no previous spark between you both before, him and the muggle born girl.

Was it when it was finally brought up, he realised?

Draco violently shook his thoughts away, frustration building in his emotion. He would never face the truth. He knew that, right?

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part 3 is soon RAHHH, sorry if it was kind of short, but i really enjoyed this part :) i know its a little cliche but oh well!!! thank you so much for supporting this little thing btw, im not really too experienced in writing so i appreciate it so much

[randomwriteronline]

I wonder if the toa mata recognized themselves in their own memories from before mata nui.

I dont know, i think theres possibilities to be explored about that. Suddenly remembering yourself and what you find being a complete stranger is a common thing for amnesia plots i guess but also i think this could be even more jarring. Like a more genuine difference between killing machine and living being.

Its less a matter of nature vs nurture and more a matter of nature with a certain type of nurture. Nature dictates they are powerful and driven and well meaning, but the way they are brought up produces completely different people.

Their first taste of life was a sterile room with nobody but each other and a disembodied voice reading out their duties, establishing an arbitrary hierarchy within them, and then sending them to a glorified bootcamp where a ruthless instructor worked on making them into skilled combatants and nothing else, teaching them how to use their elements as tools and weapons without indulging in them; they got a vague sense of what and how a community feels like with the Av-Matoran - as outsiders, as its protective shield, there for them but not with them - only to get that stripped away from them too because their role as life saving tools to be preserved under glass just in case of a crisis was more important.

I wonder if the Toa Mata, the ones who were taken to the Koro of Mata Nui and listened to the Turaga's tales and reprimands and would have moved mountains for the Matoran who treated them like older siblings, return with their minds to things they said or thought or did from before the Island of Mata Nui and stop in their tracks. Whose memory is that, they think? That can't be mine. I am not like that. My siblings are not like that. Some things are perfectly right, they cant deny that; but just as many if not more are so wrong that they almost feel like a really cruel joke somebody planted into their heads.

Kopaka and Tahu got along, even if they dont want to admit it because they need to bicker like children or theyll die, but are more surprised that they werent as tentatively close with anybody else. Lewa remembers so much frustration and tedium and anger that if he stalls in his memories too much he genuinely starts feeling queasy, Pohatu has remnants of bitterness and passive aggression that still cling to him like the smell of a cigarette on someone who gave up smoking, and they both hate that because its nothing like them. Onua and Gali feel like theyre peering into some kind of imperfect clone's brain when they try to remember - its themselves, they know that, it has to be, but there are certain things they know about themelves that are just completely missing and its kind of dizzying to realize that.

Im not even sure they liked each other. They work together because its their destiny, but they don't seem to seek each other out for fun or anything else. In their training days they had to be shoved in each others direction or they would have never solved their obligatory group assignments.

I wonder if their terrors and flaws could partially come from this first life that they had too. Gali's fear of her anger and Lewa's disregard for duty stemming from Hydraxon's methods - she internalized his reprimands about feeling guilt for living enemies, but without any memory of him she believes the words resurfacing in her mind from time to time are her own, and is appalled by their cruelty; he was forbidden from enjoying himself, from indulging in any form of fun, of entertainment, of joy, and unconsciously now he rebels by shirking away from responsability to do whatever he wants.

The responses to Tahu's decision regarding the codrex haunt him, the whole situation, really; how he stripped his siblings of any say on their fate because he was the leader, not even telling them or explaining himself until they had no other choice, and if he could treat them like that once then what would stop him from doing so again and again until he doesnt even think about it? Kopaka is uneasy about it too. He knew the plan and supported Tahu only because he tagged along, but hes very, very acutely aware that he would have been left just as much in the dark as everybody else otherwise, and he would gave not even had anybody to seek any comfort from because hes fairly certain none of the others would have liked him enough to care.

Onua as @cantankerouscanuck pointed out to me mightve taken Hydraxon's teachings to heart, hence why he's so quiet: no use in expressing weakness, right? But karda nui must have been hellish on his senses, with all that light - a tangible physical discomfort that would bleed out into an emotional one as he becomes conscious of how none of his siblings go through this, thus he must be damaged in some way, faulty, out of place, and so he seeks to be alone, digging himself away. And its not hard to imagine how Pohatu (who hasnt had the chance to grow into the affable, kind toa his siblings can always lean on when they need to yet) would become convinced of his uselessness within the team and seethe about it.

They arrive on Mata Nui as broken war machines with no clue who they even are and suddenly find nature and community and love, and in a moment theyre people.

I wonder if the environment helped. Being thrown upon a beach in the open air with nothing but a whole world that is so alien and yet feels so right beckoning them to come closer. Discovering their powers and their domains freely, immediately - first thing they did was dive into their respective elements without a second thought, naturally magnetized, taking after them like it was the simplest thing in the world, because they are the first toa, the first beings capable of harnessing these powers in their whole universe, and its in their nature to be so connected to them. Maybe it helped. Maybe it made them feel connected to their own selves enough to figure themselves out in a way they couldnt have done so before.

Maybe it helped to find out their collective destiny each on their own, in their own environment, at their own pace, surrounded by younger siblings who look at them with awe and curiosity and frustration sometimes, guided by people who know how being alive works with all its good parts and messy bits and who can tell what having so much power means when youre barely aware of how to use it or what to do. And maybe it helped to find out who their siblings were in a similar way, introducing themselves as they wanted, as they felt like, without a specific order, and learning to recognize each other as siblings with all the things that make them insufferable and all the things that make them the best and what makes them happy and what makes them angry and how they sound when theyre worried and how likely they are to chase you down to the other edge of the island for doing something stupid, and like real people they grow and develop and change and stay the same, and then they meet the memory of themselves from before becoming people and its...

Idk. Its like the realization of who they used to be and the distance between themselves and those selves, and the fact that they dont like them.

[delcakoo]

son of hades!riki watching femreader!daughter of apollo heal/comfort and later on cutely playing with little toddler campers to cheer them up and falls more in love w her bc of how good she is w kids

(its percy jackson themed, i hope im making sense😭 basically the reader has healing powers)

OH HELL YEAH PERCY JACKSON AA i dont even know anything ab the actual series, but i have read fics with its concept and ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA 🫶🫶 i had to do a bit research and it says hades kids can shadow travel and have earth powers..? hope thats correct jshdjd this was so fun to write, ty for the req anon <3 !! SOFT HOUR REQS ARE CLOSED !!

11:14AM — it was the hades’ kids turn to babysit the younger campers.

riki found kids a bit annoying, much too troubling and loud for his taste. but he couldn’t deny that the little boy he was assigned to supervise for the day was more than adorable.

his name was mingyu, a hermes kid with black curly hair filled and big brown boba eyes, his cheeky smile growing whenever riki swung their intertwined hands back and forth.

the little boy stopped suddenly along the camps pathway, looking up at riki with a big grin, “hyung! watch this!”

like most young hermes kids, mingyu was eager to show off his oustanding stealth and speed, zooming in circles at a breakneck speed. he was almost a blur to riki, moving so fast to the point that the older male’s eyes could barely keep up with his figure.

he chuckles, “woah, you’re even faster than hyung!” feeling playful, riki decides to put his own powers to use; manipulating a couple earthy platforms into the air, replicating a mini parkour park for the boy. “bet you cant get up there,” he taunts.

perhaps he shouldn’t have done that.

feeling challenged, mingyu rushes up to the rocks, pouncing higher with each one, the little boy cheers, laughing proudly with each jump. “more, hyung! make more!”

the hades boy gulps, hands moving in panic as he tries to keep up with the child who’s now jumping to each platform right as they’ve been formed. riki didn’t use his geokinesis often; evident in how slow it took him to develop each new rock. “h-hey kid, slow down! i can’t—“

it was too late; mingyu’s already jumped into the open air, expecting riki to place a rock beneath him, only to find nothing as he falls all the way down to the ground. immediately, the little boy bursts into tears, staring down at his legs that were painfully scratched up and bleeding.

“shit,” riki curses, rushing over to kneel before the younger. “hey, it’s alright gyu, i’ll take you to the medical cabin right now, okay?”

the walk to the meds was one full of terrible, heart wrenching guilt; riki having to carry the poor boy bridal style with tears and blood still running down his skin. right as he was about to open the cabin door, you had already pulled it open.

riki’s heart nearly began thumping out of his chest. he’d interacted with you a couple times here and there, always noticing little, endearing details about you, like the way you sometimes hit the person next to you from you laughing too hard, or how your tongue would poke out of your cheek whenever you were frustrated. he found you charming, it was unfortunate he’d be meeting you again in such a way. “y/n—“

“riki!” you scold, quickly taking mingyu from his hold, “what the hell did you do?!”

he gulps, quickly following you as you set the hermes boy down on the closest bed. you were rushing around the room in a hurry, picking a few wipes to clean the child’s wounds. “i- we were playing around, and then he fell! it was an accident though, i promise!”

riki was only feeling more guilty about the fact that he’d nearly forgot about mingyu’s injuries; much too busy admiring you despite the glare you send his way while you wipe up the boy’s blood.

“i’ll deal with you later,” you sigh, throwing the wipe into the trash. like a switch, your expression morphs into one of gentleness as you smile down at mingyu comfortingly. “okay baby, this is going to feel a bit strange, but just focus on me, okay?”

he sniffles, closing his own eyes nervously. “mkay, noona.”

“so mingyu, what’s your favourite animal?”

“umm.. i like tigers..” while he’s distracted you take a deep breath, muttering something as you place your hands over his scrapes. “but.. but i also like lions..” riki just watches in amazement, lips parted as the injuries begin to miraculously close up. mingyu is too busy talking about lions, hands fidgeting with each other anxiously.

suddenly, you open your eyes with a big smile, “look at that, you’re all better!”

riki isn’t fully aware of what happens after that, all he knows is that he is absolutely, undoubtedly in love with you. he faintly sees mingyu spring up from the bed happily, giving you a big, grateful kiss on the cheek.

his dad wouldn’t mind him going for an apollo kid, right?

i’m sorry if things are unnacurate, again i dont know much about percy jackson <\3 this was super fun anyway sjnddjn i hope i did ur idea justice anonnieee >:)

[pandalilysavior]

“slipping through my fingers” from sirius’ or regs pov ??? either or it is HEARTBREAKING

“the feeling that i’m losing her forever” sirius to reg when he’s slowly becoming a deatheater OR reg to sirius when he leaves to go to the potters

“i let precious time go by // then when she’s gone, there’s that old melancholy feeling” this could be reg to sirius when he leaves again

BUT IF YOU ADD “and a sense of guilt i cant deny” it’s so sirius when reg takes the dark mark.

i’m unwell

[eyelessjacksfleshlight]

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LOREM IPSUM

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐟𝐰

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟑𝟑

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ . ʙʟᴜʀʙ . ꜰᴜʟʟ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ . ᴀᴏ3

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Follows the 'got sacrificed to a cult in medical school' storyline

His girlfriend at the time tricked him to going. The members strapped him down onto a concrete slab where they would pour hot black tar into his eye sockets

That quickly got followed by the demon, that they were sacrificing him to, coming into Jack and becoming one with him

He doesn't remember much from the early days, only the newspapers of the 8 college students who got brutally murdered one Saturday night

He was 26 at the time, it was the early 90s and Jack was in his 2nd year of medical school

Jack came across Slenderman not too long afterwards, becoming a sort of 'hitman' for him. He didn't know proxies existed but he also didn't align himself with them

He held a lot of guilt for consuming human organs in the beginning, but he couldn't deny how the meat satiated his hunger where an animal couldn't

He stands at nearly 7 foot tall, Jack was already a tall guy before his transformation (6'3) and this only added to his height

Hes also buff as hell, strong and unhumanly fast

Despite his horrifying appearance, hes actually a pretty chill dude

He rarely gets angry, always remaining calm with a blank look on his face

Jack can definitely be sinister though, just because he's collected doesn't mean he wont act sadistic

His vision is that of someone with gluacoma, hes able to see but only in small glimpses. He relies on his heightened senses to get around

He definitely has a cabin out in the woods, far enough away from Slendermans mansion where the other creeps cant bother him easily

When not out on a mission or feasting, Jack can be found reading medical books he stole or tending to a small garden

His mind is still set in the early 90s, so technology is pretty mindboggling to him. Dont expect him to have a phone or be able to text

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ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: hopefully this was enjoyable! i can totally go more in depth on stuff like his personality, backstory, relationships, or nsfw! this is kinda just to test the waters. hope u likeyy

[thebestofoneshots]

as promised it’s DEEP DIVE TIME BABY!!!

chapter 29 here’s my thoughts and things i noticed!!

first things first I WAS MENTIONED AGAIN!!! love to know i’m just roaming about in this universe fucking around. love how i was warned tho very nice!

i loved that when remus saw reader he immediately went “oh thank god HERE!!” like he trusts her skills enough to know that if anyone could do it it’s her like the whole “if anyone can do it,it’s you luv” LIKE OK I SEE YOU WITH THE NICKNAMES 🤭 but the trust not only remus but peter has in reader shows how their relationship has grown since they’ve met and i think it’s so cute how quickly she was accepted into the group!

also PETER HAS A DATE?!?? MY BABY!! (specifically your peter tho i only like your peter) I CANT WAIT TO FIND OUT HOW THE DATE WENT AND WHO IT WAS WITH!!!

AND READER BEING SEEKER FOR THE NEXT MATCH?!??? OH I CANT WAIT FOR THAT!! I CAN SEE THE TENSION AND EXCITEMENT THATS GONNA BE IN THE CHAPTER!! I KNOW READER IS GONNA PULL THROUGH AND FUCK EVERYONE OVER!! (barty and evan cough cough)

and reader having survivors guilt? she’s so me i hate watching people get hurt when i could have stopped it or tried to help! idk maybe it has something to do with me hating the feeling of being weak. like as a woman it’s hard to be seen as strong and competent so having men fight your battles against other men never feels as satisfying as the woman beating HIS ASS TO OBLIVION!!!

anyways! reader being selfless as always taking the punishment so james can have his little date with lily. love her with everything i have.

but remus offering to take james spot instead of reader but when sirius asks for remus to take his spot he flat out just goes “hell nah” his love language for both reader and sirius are so different yet so similar? like you can tell remus and sirius are obviously closer and so remus has no problem denying a request from him. but with reader he’s just met her and hasn’t figured out the boundaries of their relationship yet (friendships are still relationships) like how far he can go to tease her or what she’s comfortable with and not. don’t get me wrong for the amount of time they have known each other remus knows a LOT about her like mannerisms and her thought process but there’s still more for him to learn! like just how far she’s willing to go! (i have no idea if any of that made sense i’m sorry)

DIFFERENT TOPIC!!! READER FLIRTING WITH REMUS!!! even if it was as james i need more of reader teasing or like “jokingly” flirting with remus!!! please on my knees!!! honestly tho i do feel like reader teasing remus about the blindfold and him being “kinky” shows how comfortable she’s getting with him! like it took her awhile to get like that with sirius but once she started she never stoped and i want to see more of these with her and rem.

also reader wearing boxers? homegirl stays prepared! i swear she’s literally so smart! and clever i will never shut up about it. like the way she thinks ahead has saved her in so many different situations! clever little fox 🥰

love love love reader getting jealous with the thought of sirius flirting with other girls! (i think she should show him why that’s a terrible idea WHAT?!?? WHO SAID THAT?!???)

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

reader as james calling mcgonagall minnie had me crying oh i know she was embarrassed (it’s ok tho because i would want to call her minnie too 😔)

I NEED MORE OF READER BEING INTIMIDATING!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! i live for intimidating reader! i eat that shit up! love to see men cower to a powerful woman!!! RAAAHHHH WOMEN!!!!

the whole random chick asking sirius to go to hogsmeade as if he doesn’t already have a girlfriend is crazy! like how are you gonna try and be a home wrecker??? the audacity to yell at james/reader i would be mad for james to because how do you have all of that attitude? like damn.

but i want to say this i know sirius and remus are gonna get together but i feel like right now their relationship is screaming “remus lupin wouldn’t mind liking boys if it didn’t mean liking sirius black. sirius black wouldn’t mind liking remus lupin if it didn’t mean liking a boy.” ya know? i thought of that when sirius was having his little sexuality crisis with reader being a boy

can i say this enough? MORE REMUS SIRIUS AND READER INTERACTIONS!!! i need them! i need remus and reader teaming up antagonist sirius! i need remus and reader having this wordless communication! i need reader and sirius to spend more time with remus! i need more remus freaking out over sirius! i need more of them together! I NEEEEDDD ITTTT

can’t stop thinking about how remus noticed reader was turning back and tried to stop her from getting hurt. how closely he was paying attention in order to notice that in the first place. how i can imagine him just admiring reader and sirius and noticing readers demeanor change slightly just enough for him to realize the potions effects were disappearing. yeah. can’t stop thinking about it.

gonna go to bed tonight dreaming i’m laying in bed with sirius and listening to remus read me the godfather. we all just cuddle together in a mess of limbs while remus’ voice lulls us to sleep. yeah….gonna dream about that.

ok that was my thoughts on this chapter. lord is it long? probably im sorry 😭 i can’t wait for the next chapter!!! literally in love with your writing! like i want it tattooed in my brain.

OK IM GONE!!!

Right? Peter is such a weird character bc we know what's gonna happen to him in the future and we know what he's supposed to do, but I still felt it necessary to flesh him out? Especially if Sirius eventually suggests using him as a secret keeper instead because let's be honest, they must have trusted him heavily to make that happen and it was really important for me to let that be seen. How much did he change due to his cowardice?

Remus and nicknames are a thing, he's always using them on her, but I bet he's gonna use them even further as time goes by and they become closer o each other. Who knows? He might start teasing him just as much as she teases him.

AND READER BEING SEEKER FOR THE NEXT MATCH?!??? OH I CANT WAIT FOR THAT!! I CAN SEE THE TENSION AND EXCITEMENT THATS GONNA BE IN THE CHAPTER!! I KNOW READER IS GONNA PULL THROUGH AND FUCK EVERYONE OVER!! (barty and evan cough cough)

I freaking love your excitement! And there's definitely going to be something very interesting happening in Chapter 30. Remember who's the Slytherin Seeker.

but remus offering to take james spot instead of reader but when sirius asks for remus to take his spot he flat out just goes “hell nah” his love language for both reader and sirius are so different yet so similar? like you can tell remus and sirius are obviously closer and so remus has no problem denying a request from him. but with reader he’s just met her and hasn’t figured out the boundaries of their relationship yet (friendships are still relationships) like how far he can go to tease her or what she’s comfortable with and not. don’t get me wrong for the amount of time they have known each other remus knows a LOT about her like mannerisms and her thought process but there’s still more for him to learn! like just how far she’s willing to go! (i have no idea if any of that made sense i’m sorry)

It 100% makes sense! Remus still has a lot to learn about her and it's part of the beauty of it. The realisticness of their relationship developing lays heavily on this, especially on those occasions in which Remus notices shit Sirius doesn't and at other times, he sees things that Vixen doesn't know about Sirius, bc he's known him for longer.

Like in this case, he's offering to help because he knows Vixen's arm is hurt and still feels guilty because of it, he doesn't want her to overwork. Meanwhile, with Sirius, he knows he's more than fine, and that he's just trying to get away from it by using his charm like he always does, which is why he flat-out refuses. Remus fell for Sirius' winning smile enough times in his first and second year, and our poor boy didn't even know why he wanted to help Sirius with his homework so much.

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

I loved doing this because she really was all "Don't underestimate me, I can do anything a man can," and then they throw her in the dirty loo and she's like "I fucked up." This would soooo happen to me. I LOOOVE strong independent woman, if you haven't noticed, I always try to have her keep that personality with her. In fact, one of her character faults is that she struggles to accept help from others because she too, doesn't like being perceived as weak. And sometimes it's hard to understand that, needing help on some things isn't a weakness, but rather inherently human.

but i want to say this i know sirius and remus are gonna get together but i feel like right now their relationship is screaming “remus lupin wouldn’t mind liking boys if it didn’t mean liking sirius black. sirius black wouldn’t mind liking remus lupin if it didn’t mean liking a boy.” ya know? i thought of that when sirius was having his little sexuality crisis with reader being a boy

This really is them in every universe. And regarding Zia, I wanted to put her in there because well, the subject of adding Remus is already delicate enough. And that thin line between the three being in love with each other and cheating, is something I wanted to explore further. There will be no cheating on GC because I do not condone that at all and I value honesty above all, but I thought adding that bit of contrast in there was important.

Also just a mini reminder of what a hot shot Sirius is bc hot damn he's a total catch!

can’t stop thinking about how remus noticed reader was turning back and tried to stop her from getting hurt. how closely he was paying attention in order to notice that in the first place. how i can imagine him just admiring reader and sirius and noticing readers demeanor change slightly just enough for him to realize the potions effects were disappearing. yeah. can’t stop thinking about it.

My man's so in love it borderlines on obsession and it's hard bc good god he's in love with his two best friends who are also dating each other, how much more miserable must he be?

gonna go to bed tonight dreaming i’m laying in bed with sirius and listening to remus read me the godfather. we all just cuddle together in a mess of limbs while remus’ voice lulls us to sleep. yeah….gonna dream about that.

Dear lord, I also wish I could have Rem read to me asleep! He's just so sweet and soft and I feel like he would do narrations masterfully! Sidenote: Audible has a version of "The Portrait of Dorian Grey" narrated by Ben Barnes and it's the loveliest thing in the world, sometimes I go to bed and pretend it's Sirius reading to me.

I LOOOOOVE your analysis, you don't understand how much! Truly, they give me a whole week's highlight! They're so much fun to read and see how you dissect things that are deep within my brain. Things that happen in the story that I hadn't even gone into such depth but somehow knew? It's soooo cool because it lets me know how much of the story us coming across like I wanted it to come across and it really, truly, brings me joy. You always make me all blushie (இ﹏இ)/♡

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[thatmonroe]

i always wanted to believe there was something bright and beautiful beyond the hurt. that it never had to turn to anger, as long as i held on to that misery - how delicate martyrdom is. to suffer and suffer and never react

i dont think ill ever disentangle myself from this. i walked through the rose bushes and the torns dig too deep in my skin. i was ensnared . but it was beautiful, and i couldn't tell the red from the roses from the red of my blood and i decided i like this place. not because it brings me closer to god (not the guy, the fear!! dont clown on me <3) but because agony is such a demanding thing. i have to be present to witness it ! i cant deny my presence at a moment when pain is has its cold little fist gripping my heart tight

maybe thats the point of guilt. it demands so much, its such a heavy burden to carry. it makes sense that religion would promise to relieve us of it (and sometimes initiate the cycle by dropping it right on us lol!!) fury is so different. expansive, loud, unashamed. blind. letting go entirely and coming out bloody on the other side. bloody and guilty

i dont have a conclusion for this one yet

[jubiilee13]

can u do like some angst w cc!quackity x fem!reader?? like enemies to lovers 😩😩

OK SO YEAH THIS WAS SENT IN SO LONG AGO

im gonna do angst to fluff bc slay

skater au! bc i said so

(tw : cursing and a teeny panick attack)

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you hated his guts, and quite frankly... he hated yours.

you two were always at each others throats, always watching the others every move.

your rivalry didnt go unnoticed, and sooner than later your coaches were making a plan to get you two together.

so the day you walked into the rink to find out you were going to be working with quackity... to say the least you weren't pleased.

"You're pairing me with that douche-bag?!" you exclaim, face red from anger and slight embarrassment

"Im sorry y/n but he was our only other option, and you two better work together because you're our only shot at making it to the olympics."

You sighed in defeat, as much as you hated him, you knew they were correct.

So you begrudgingly but on your skates and entered the rink, the air sending a shiver down your spine.

He stood in the middle of the rink, all on his own and you scoffed.

'no surprise he's all alone, nobody else can stand to be around him either' you thought to yourself before gliding over.

A sly smirk made its way onto his face as you approached, and you internally cowered.

"Look who finally decided to show up, were you scared?" he asked, venom in his tone

As much as you wanted to stand up to him, you couldn't deny the fact that he was scary.

You quickly shook your head and kept your head down, eyes scanning the ice beneath you.

"So are you ready or what dipshit" He states, eyeing you down.

"Yeah just shut up and get into position" you muttered under your breath, barley loud enough to hear.

The two of you got into your places and most of the routine goes smoothly, until your lift that is...

Immediately beforehand you're nerves heightened and everything went downhill from there.

Your form on your leap into the lift was horrible, causing you to wobble in quackitys hands, and collapse when you hit the ground.

In an attempt to brace your fall, quackity immediately flips you on top of him, a small grunt leaving his chest as he hits the ground, and you fall on top of him.

You opened your eyes and felt your face flush as the two of you laid on the ice for a few moments more before getting up and pretending it never happened.

Similar mistakes began to happen at each of your practices, and finally, quackity had enough.

You made the same little slip up again, and quackity just snaps.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS Y/N?! WE'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR WEEKS AND YOU STILL MANAGE TO FUCK IT UP!! YOU'RE USELESS!! GET IT TOGETHER!!!!" He exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air, breathing heavily.

You freeze in your spot, face falling as he continues to shout at you.

You had thought you were getting better!!

Why weren't you getting better!!

Soon, your vision was blurred with tears and all you wanted was to curl up in a ball and cry.

'You cant cry infront of him!! He would call you weak!' you thought to yourself, as your breathing began to speed up.

"no no no no no" You whispered aloud, the tears starting to stream down your face now.

You tried to wipe them away, rubbing your cheeks and eyes with your sleeve.

Quackity had gone silent now, his eyes lingering on your panicking figure.

A sense of guilt filled his heart as he watched you struggle to compose yourself for him.

You quickly turned yourself around to leave, but felt a hand on your shoulder, preventing you from moving any further without falling.

"i- i shouldnt have done that" He whispers, as if not to overwhelm you.

"I just got upset... i... i just really want this to go well for us." He said, his hand still lingering on your shoulder.

You sighed and nodded, wiping the rest of your tears and shrugging his hand off of your shoulder.

And just like that, you two went along with your practice, pretending like nothing happened.

But yet he still felt this horrible feeling in his heart.

For the weeks to come, he tried to be nice, to make up for it, but nothing worked.

So he gave up.

The two of you practiced in silence, not a word being spoken for months.

Until the big day arrived.

The two of you nervously waited on the bench, as you watched the other skaters compete.

Almost in a trance, you watched the other skaters every move, hoping that you could outdo them.

You were torn out of your trance like state however by a hand on your shaking knee.

You whipped your head to the side, to find quackity staring at you with sympathetic eyes.

"n/n... whatever happens out there, i just wanted to tell you that im proud of you. You've come a long way." He says to you.

There was a sense of kindness and admiration in his voice that you just couldnt push aside.

"Thanks big q... you've come a long way too." You say, giving him a small smile.

And just like that, silence between you two again.

And just like that the moment had arrived.

You nervously stood in place as the other team finished up their routine.

"Hey n/n?" Quackity whispered to you, watching the way you curiously turned to look at him.

"Yeah?" You say shakily.

He sighed, and then took a deep breath.

"I figure theres no better time to do this than now but um... i'm sorry. I really am, i shouldn't have said those things to you that day, and i know how much it messed with your mind. I guess i was just so... infatuated with the thought that i would get to preform with you that i took it to far. Because i really like you n/n... like a lot. And i understand if you don't feel the same way but i just thought i ought to say it." He says, his voice quavering slightly.

You couldn't hide the smile on your face as he spoke, and just as he finished you pecked him on the lips.

All you did was smile as you watched his face flush to a crimson shade of red.

Maybe being paired with Big Q wasnt so bad afterall.

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SORRY IF ITS KINDA RUSHED LMAOOOOOO

[queenie-blackthorn]

a sign of sa3at alWiama / the end of times is supposedly ‘a man looking at another’s grave and wishing he was the latter’ (as if being suicidal hadn’t existed forever) and also the guilt about that because suicide is a sin (that has not helped anyone struggling with being suicidal and only makes things worse, especially adding onto that how many families deny suicides and say their kids just died naturally. (i’ve experienced this first hand. my friend in ninth grade. his mom lied to my face when i asked what had happened) Which is why the suicide rate in muslim countries is so low, it’s not because of good mental health at all, also the people themselves will often go out of their way to make the suicide look like an accident.

thoughts?

hmm

this is a really interesting take. ive never heard of anyone claiming this, but i cant deny that it is highly possible. perhaps the suicide rates are low because theyre unreported, yes (and may i say this is gonna sound shallow but im sorry about your friends death)

before elaborating id like to mention that i am in no way a scholar of islam, and my knowledge of religion stems purely from my islamic education in school, my very religious parents, and the occasional tutor, and my knowledge in psychology is only from half a year im the gcse course, an innumerable amount of informational videos on youtube, and my personal mental health issues

now, im gonna assume you live in a muslim country as i do and are, obviously, therefore surrounded by muslims. youd know that a surprising amount of people call themselves muslims but are in fact (by definition) apostates

okay, so in my experience: people who are very practicing in religion, be it islam or christianity or whatever, tend to be happier w their lives. the more religious they are, the more they believe that its a part of gods plan and if you just bear it youll be rewarded. this obviously doesnt mean that they dont suffer w mental health issues, but they do tend to have happier outlooks on life and have more satisfaction w their lives, and this is backed up by numerous studies

and i think it takes common sense to know that the happier you are w your life, the less willing you are to end it

this however does only apply to people who are actually religious, not people who dont practice as much. i think youre right when you say that the fact that suicide being a sin may add on to the guilt, but also adding on to that would be if an individual is not practicing in religion—they may feel an onset of guilt and thoughts like "im going to hell because im not religious" which may just feed into the suicidal thoughts until the guilt snowballs and potentially leads to suicide

what im trying to say in a nutshell is that youre probably right—suicide rates in muslim countries may only be lower due to the straight up denial of suicides, but also since muslim countries will, guaranteed, have religious people, the number of people unsatisfied w their lives may genuinely be at a much smaller scale compared to countries w a larger number of atheists/agnostics

im not entirely sure how to tie in that a sign of the end of times is when a man looks at the grave and wishes he was the latter, although i will say this. i dont think its the presence of suicial people that makes it a sign, but when it becomes widespread, thats when it becomes a sign of يوم القيامة / the day of judgement approaching.

for example, literacy. literacy has obviously been present. but when its widespread, then its considered a sign of the end of times. so i think its not suicidal thoughts alone that are a sign of the day of judgement, but when they become as widespread as they are now, thats when it means the day of judgement approaches