#ANYWAY the summary of this is that theyre idiots

[nyoomfruits]

got tagged by @ocontraire to post a snippet from a current wip, so here's a snippet from the landoscar fake married au (yeah no you didn't misread that they do actually pretend to be married in this fic. by actually getting married. its a long story)

tagging @eisenberg @charlescoded @fueledbyremembering @celientjeee :)))

A clattering noise from somewhere in the apartment shakes Lando out of his thoughts and he lifts himself out of his chair, putters towards the kitchen, where Oscar is putting the last of the groceries away.

He’s taken off his suit jacket and tie, and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He’s run a hand through his hair so it’s not sticking in every which direction anymore, and he’s taking off his dress shoes, moving through the kitchen in a pair of race car patterned socks Lando got him for his birthday this year.

“Hey,” he says, when Lando appears in the doorway. “Did you think about what you wanted for dinner yet? I have chicken, so I can make you that pasta dish you like, or maybe some kind of wrap? I think I have an avocado in here somewhere, I can make some Guac.” Oscar riffles through the bag as he talks, and emerges holding an avocado, sending Lando a triumphant smile.

Lando raises an eyebrow at him. The smile turns into a frown. “Absolutely not,” Oscar says. “Lando. I got all these groceries!” Lando wiggles his eyebrows at him. “No. Come on. Pick a dish.” Oscar brandishes the avocado at him like that’s somehow going to change his mind.

It isn’t. Lando pouts at him. “Please?” He says, because he’s not above playing dirty to get what he wants.

There’s a stalemate, a moment of silence where Oscar just glares at him, avocado still in hand. Then he sighs, very deeply, and puts the avocado in the fruit bowl on the corner of the counter. “Fine. But I get to pick the restaurant. And we’re eating an actual home cooked meal tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando says, waving vaguely in Oscar’s direction as he takes his phone out of his pocket and opens the UberEats app. “Okay, pick. No fish.”

Oscar rolls his eyes as he starts packing the rest of his groceries away. “Don’t worry, way ahead of you. I was thinking that Italian place? With the breadsticks.”

Lando, who was only a little nervous about Oscar’s restaurant choice, perks up. “I love breadsticks,” he says, scrolling through the app.

“I know,” Oscar says, moving past Lando to put some stuff in the fridge. “How was your mum, by the way?”

Lando groans as he drops down at their little kitchen table, sprawling himself over the surface. “Ever since cousin Cecilia’s wedding she’s gotten it in her head that I need to get married to live like, a happy satisfied life. So she keeps pestering me about it, about how I need to find a nice boy to settle down with.”

Oscar makes a ‘hm’ noise. “But you don’t want to,” he says, head mostly buried in their snacks cupboard as he tries to make everything fit.

“It’s just annoying, that she can’t see I’m happy the way I am right now, you know? I have enough money to do whatever I want, I have the apartment, I have you,” he snorts. “Maybe I should just marry you. That would surely get my mom of my back.”

There’s a clattering noise as a packet of Oreo’s tries to make a break for it and hits Oscar square in the nose, making him stagger back a little with a strangled noise. Lando laughs, and picks his phone back up, scrolling through the options of the restaurant.

“Yeah,” Oscar says, when he’s retrieved the packet of Oreo’s from the floor. He opens his mouth to say something else, maybe, but Lando interrupts him, waving his phone around. “Let me guess,” he says. “You want the Chicken parm?”

“Hm, yeah, sure,” Oscar says, but he seems distracted, deep in thought. He does that sometimes, where he gets so entangled in his own brain that he barely registers what’s going on around him. Usually it’s right before he makes a breakthrough on something for work. Lando decides to leave him to it and orders the chicken parm.

And extra breadsticks.

[suhkusa]

TO THE TOP.

PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!Reader

SUMMARY. Sakusa Kiyoomi was ranked #1 in his class. Was, at least until you came along. After this revelation, he makes it a (personal) challenge to overtake you. Sakusa Kiyoomi is a genius at everything he does, but for once he finds it a challenge when it comes to you.

CW. hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, rivals to lovers except kiyoomi is the only one competing, idiots in love (but theyre actually geniuses), high school setting, ~3k words

A/N. Got inspired from a tiktok and came up with this word vom hope u enjoy

Everything came easy for Kiyoomi. Academically, at least.

While all his classmates found themselves struggling to take tests or study, it was as natural as breathing for Kiyoomi. There were some cons to being as incredibly intelligent as him, but he found himself drowning in the gratification of being #1. 

At least until the 2nd semester of his third year. At least until you.

———

Class Rank: 2

Sakusa finds himself staring at the transcript in his hand, as if his ogling would have an effect in changing the number presented before him.

His eyes scan through his class history, looking for any clues as to how he might’ve dropped in ranking. But there was nothing. All A’s, and as many extra classes stuffed into each year as possible. 

Kiyoomi’s home room was rowdy as students caught up with one another, as winter break had just ended. While in his own little world, his ears catch onto a couple of words his classmates threw around.

“I heard Sakusa isn’t the top in our class anymore, is that true?”

“Woah, hasn’t he been the top of our class since the 1st year? I wonder who was able to catch up,”

His eye twitched a bit at that one.

“It was that new girl, Y/N,”

The paper crumbled slightly under his grasp. Y/N?

The ring of the bell, signifying the start of class, caused him to slightly jump in his seat. Kiyoomi crumbles his transcript before tossing it in his bag, it’s going to change soon anyways.

He would just have to step up his game.

———

It was ironic really. The world really loved to test Sakusa Kiyoomi, and not only at his school subjects. Of course, you were his desk partner in his math class. Only he had the amazing luck of being seated next to his new self-declared rival.

Kiyoomi knows it’s rude to stare, but he can’t himself because you’re the number one student? You?!

Honestly, you don’t seem like the academic type. You seem too pretty to be caring about stuff like that. At first, he considers the fact that you could be using your looks to get people to do the dirty work for you. But he witnesses first-hand as you write down every math equation, answer every question correctly, and even check your work not once, but twice.

His hyperfixation on you is bad. So bad, he missed the whole introduction lesson and is trying to rapidly copy down what’s on the whiteboard as the teacher is erasing it. Fuck-

“Would you like to see my notes?”

Kiyoomi’s pencil comes to a halt as he looks back at you, your papers are being pushed towards him on the desk. He watches as your eyes widen, as if you suddenly became self conscious. 

“I-Is there something on my face? You were staring at me so I wasn’t sure…”

Shit. 

“No,” he tries to make up something, but what comes out of his mouth is stupid, “I was just looking past you,” it appears it’s sufficient though, as you nod in response.

“I see, well, did you want to see them?” you gestured to the notes between the two of you.

Kiyoomi tells himself that if you hadn’t offered, he wouldn’t have asked. But since you oh so kindly offered them up, who was he to say no? He doesn’t need them. He could always ask his cousin, though his handwriting resembles chicken scratch more than human writing.

“Sure,” he takes the papers and positions them in a way where he could just look between them and his own.

In his head, Kiyoomi is scolding himself over and over again for not paying attention. This cannot be a regular thing. If he was going to take back his rank, he needed to be on his A-Game. 

His pencil slaps against his desk as he finishes, quickly sliding your papers back towards you.

“Thanks,” Kiyoomi offers.

He watches from his peripheral vision as you smile and give back an “Anytime,” before gathering your things and getting up to go to your next class.

Kiyoomi doesn’t know what it was about you, but he could tell he was going to need to up his game. This was war.

———

By the second week of sitting by you, he decides you’re annoying. More annoying than the people who talk while the teacher is talking. Which, in his book, is hard to beat.

Maybe you weren’t as smart as he pinned you to be, since you kept helping Kiyoomi with his work when he did not need it. 

Though, you were only able to backseat his work because you somehow finished before him. He’s used to being the only one who sits back and relaxes as the rest of his class struggles to complete the practice problems. 

It’s weird though. Because as much as Sakusa hates your yapping, he doesn’t find himself putting an end to it. Instead your voice plays in the background as he completes his work.

He hates it, or at least that’s what he tells himself, the way you praise him like a little kid when he finally completes the work sheet. 

“Nice job!” you smile at him, “but, how come you don’t check your work to make sure you’re right?”

“Because I’m always right,” he replies with a slight roll of his eyes.

You laugh at that, I’m not joking, he thinks.

“You’re funny, you know that?” you tell him. 

Kiyoomi gives you a shrug, “Whatever,”

———

A month in, he begins to indulge in your shenanigans. But only because he had felt bad.

During the third week of sitting by each other, you had taken his short and dry responses personally. You halted your chatter and no longer offered to help like you usually did. The way the classroom felt quiet without your talking was eerie, so Sakusa reluctantly decided that he’d rather hear your voice instead of nothing at all. 

So a month in is when your friendship, or whatever you called it, began with him.

“Why do you use erasable pens? Just use a pencil,” he questions you, eyes peering down at your pen.

You look taken aback as you respond, “I don’t know, is there something wrong with it?” you examine your pen, “I just found it on the floor and stuck with it,”

First of all, gross, remind him not to touch you or your belongings ever. “It’s just a hassle, sometimes it doesn’t erase,”

“Well, it hasn’t given me any problems, so!” you exclaim as you get back to write on your practice quiz. “This is kind of challenging, huh?”

“Nah,” he lies, “You’re just stupid,”

You laugh in his face, “Rude,” Kiyoomi watches as you glimpse at his paper before going back to yours, “That’s why you got the first problem wrong and I didn’t say anything,” 

Sakusa can feel his eyebrows scrunch up, he’s quick as he glances at it and then yours. Fuck. He’s mumbling something under his breath and he begrudgingly erases the circle around his answer. 

“Told ya,” you smile before moving onto the last problem, “you know, we should hangout or something,”

“No,” he’s quick to cut you off, catching you by surprise.

“Whaaat, it doesn’t have to be like that, weirdo,” it seems like you’re going back on what you meant, “Like to study,”

“Still, no,”

“C’mon, don’t knock it till you try it,” you nudge at him, and to be honest, if you were anyone else he might’ve punched you, “please, just once,”

You’re annoying and pushy. But he supposes that if saying yes to you would get you to leave him alone, he’d say, “Fine, whatever, it has to be my house, though. Your house is probably messy,”

Kiyoomi watches as your face slowly brightens before silently celebrating to yourself as you get your way with him once again.

———

“Wow,” you’re amazed as you walk through Sakusa’s house, “your house is so nice, do you have a maid to keep it clean or something?”

“No, just me,” he says before leading you into his room, “please don’t make a mess,”

“I won’t, I won’t,” you say before settling down on his rug, playing with the soft threads, “Okay, I was hoping to review the practice quiz, I know the teacher said I got it right but I feel like there were some parts that had me second guessing myself,”

You’re quick to open up your textbook and blab about whatever problem you were having trouble with. You actually came over to study. Kiyoomi was under the impression that once you got over to his house you’d make him do whatever silly shit you usually have in mind. But no, you actually respected his wishes. Which in turn, earned you some respect from him as well.

“So you’re number one, huh?” He asks, looking up from his textbook to meet your eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s surprising that all my credits from my old school carried over,” you mindlessly say as you continue to write on your sheet of paper.

The sound of the pencils scribbling on paper fills the room before you interrupt it, “You were rank one before I came, right?”

His pencil stills, “Mhm,” It was a touchy subject, though he never thought he’d hear it from you.

“I’m sorry,” you surprised him, “When I found out I took your ranking spot, I was nervous because people are serious about that stuff. And then, when I got seated by you and you stared me down, I thought you hated my guts,”

Well, you had it down to the T, but he wouldn’t tell you that. 

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s out of your control,” you smile at his words.

“Thank you,”

It’s then, in his room, when he realizes he’s losing sight of his goal. To overtake your position. As he watched you look back down at your textbook, he found himself locking in as well. 

He needed to get serious, now.

———

These hangouts, or study dates, or study hangouts, whatever, became basically practice. Always at his house, though. Since he couldn’t fathom the idea of how dirty your room might be. 

“I don’t know how you balance volleyball and school, Omi,” you say from your position lying on his floor.

“Don’t call me that,”

You laugh before continuing, “All I do is school and I’m always exhausted. I had to quit my shifts at the cafe down the road because I would fall asleep before making it to my room,”

“Dangerous, Y/N,” he says, frantically writing down practice problem after practice problem. 

Picking yourself off the ground, “Wow, you’re serious about this final, huh, Omi,”

He glares at you, causing you to laugh again, “Sorry, sorry,” your eyes meet his for a brief second before he looks back at his paper, “but you know it’s okay to take a break, right, that’s all you’ve been doing. We haven’t even gotten to try to compete for today’s Wordle yet,”

“Mhm,” is all he offers you.

You sigh in response to that, “Boring, so boring,” you say as you lay back down

“You can go home if you’re bored,”

“Ugh, rude,” you roll around to make yourself comfortable, “I would but sadly I like being in your presence,”

“Whatever you say,”

“Do you like being in mine?” you question, causing Sakusa to hesitate on the problem he was on.

“You’re tolerable,”

You find yourself cheesing, “That’s a yes in my book,”

———

Finals are coming up. There’s so much on your mind, that you finally decide to let one of the thoughts that have been driving you crazy go. The fact that you like Sakusa Kiyoomi. 

It’s nerve wracking. Not only because you’re basically confessing your feelings, but also because he’s your only friend you’ve made since being here. A lot of people think he’s rude and condescending, but to you he’s different. 

He lets you talk your head off about whatever your brain decides fits best. And while he gives you short responses, they show you that he’s listening and observant. He’s on your level regarding academics and can keep up to your train of thought. He just cares.

And while you hope he might feel the same despite only knowing you for the past couple of months, you chalk it up to fate as to whether or not your intuition is correct.

As you approach the gymnasium, you slow and quiet your steps as you hear familiar voices by the entrance.

“You’ve been hanging out with Y/N quite a bit, huh, cous’? Your mom told mines,” you assume is Komori based on his words.

“Yes. It’s not like that, though,” you recognize as Sakusa. 

You assume he might be fronting since it is his cousin, and feelings are embarrassing at times.

“C’mon, you can’t tell me you don’t like her, she’s like one of the prettiest girls in class and she’s smart. So like, your type,” Komori pushes. And while part of you likes that he said that, you soon take it back after Kiyoomi’s words.

“I don’t like her. I only put up with her because she’s so pushy and always hovers over me while I try to do my work. Plus, she took my ranking spot,”

The world feels silent for a second, the only sound audible to you is the sound of your heart slowly breaking.

“She’s just a nuance, honestly,”

Your feet are moving before you realize. Slowly backing away before running the opposite direction.

He doesn’t like you? You were right that he hates you because you’re number one? He let you into his house but only because you pushed him? Your thoughts are running faster than your own legs, you don’t even realize the drips of water slowly running down your cheeks. 

If number one was what he wanted, then you were going to give it to him.

———

Kiyoomi finds it weird. Finds you weird. Well, he’s always found you weird, but particularly as of recent. But only because you’re quiet. And have been for the past couple of days. 

At first, he assumes it’s because the finals had finally arrived and you wanted to focus on your work. Which, respect, because it also allowed him to focus on his own. 

But even after the finals had passed, you were still quiet. You opted for doodling in your notebook instead of talking to him about a new video game you’ve hyper fixated on or this new show you started to watch. 

It’s even weirder when the teacher is going around passing out the graded math finals, that he stops by your desk, letting out a whispered, “I’m disappointed in you, Y/N,” 

Kiyoomi hears, and it calls his attention towards your paper before even his own. His eyes widened.

A big, fat, red 0 marked at the top of your quiz.

“Y/N-”

“Are you happy now, Number 1?” you ask, still looking down at your paper.

He’s about to ask you what the hell you’re talking about before the bells conveniently cut him off, allowing you to take off without a second glance back at him.

His mind is caught up on your words, Number 1. Kiyoomi has never brought up his disdain regarding the rankings to you, ever. Yes, it bothered him at first. But eventually he didn’t mind it, since the only person he’d ever allow to be above him is you. 

Kiyoomi thinks back on any time he’s ever mentioned it before he remembers the one time he had ever verbally brought it up to anyone. But there was no way… unless.

Fuck, Sakusa thinks as the bright red 100 on his paper stares back at him. It mocked him, poking at his head uncomfortably. Without a second thought, he crumbles the paper before stuffing it into his bag. Kiyoomi had finally gotten back what he’s been working for this whole time, so why does he feel empty?

Kiyoomi realizes then that while you may have lost your Rank 1 position, he was the true loser. Because he didn’t have you.

———

He finds himself at your door before he even knows it. He’s giving an excuse of “she left her notebook,” to your parents as they direct him to where your room is. 

When he finally walks in, he’s shocked. Your room is clean. 

Even as you lay in your bed so peacefully, the space around you is clean, and he feels like it’s safe to walk in. 

“Y/N,” is his first attempt at waking you up, before he’s walking closer to your bed, crouching down a bit to pat your back, “Y/N,” again.

It’s by the fourth or fifth time that he calls your name that you finally look up at him, and you look heavenly.

He’s always known you were pretty, but even more so now you were gorgeous, hair messy, eyes droopy with sleepiness. You were perfect.

Your eyes blink a couple times before you look like you’ve processed who is standing before you. Quickly sitting up, hands moving every which way to fix your appearance, “Omi- I mean Sakusa what are- what do you want?”

Ouch.

“You need to leave, I-I don’t want to see you,” your voice is beginning to tremble and it hurts him, “You finally got what you wanted, I don’t know what more you want,”

“You, I want you,”

Your face drops in disbelief, “No, you don’t. I heard you, what you said,”

“Y/N-”

“No, you hurt me, Kiyoomi. I like you,” you cry, “You can’t just say all of that and then show up out of nowhere claiming otherwise,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he’s kneeling now, allowing him to be the same height as you as you sit in your bed, weeping, “I-I’m sorry,”

His rough thumb smoothes away your tears as they fall, “I didn’t mean it, I was frustrated- and that’s no excuse for what I said, I fucked up really bad,” with every word another sob breaks loose from you, “And I’m sorry,”

“At first, all I ever wanted was to be rank #1, but then you came along and changed everything… Then I realized that it wasn’t being #1 I wanted, it was you,” he continues, “and that’s scary, because my ranking was all I’ve known all these years,”

“But even so, you made it okay. I was okay with being #2, I was so caught up in you that I forgot I ever wanted to be #1 in the first place,” your eyes finally meet behind the thick tears in your lashes, “I like you, Y/N,”

He can tell you’re at a loss for words. And for once he can finally say he has out-talked you. 

Until finally, you decide words aren’t sufficient in this situation. Before he knows it, you’re leaning forward, and your lips are on his. The kiss is short, but definitely more than a peck. But it felt infinite to Kiyoomi. He never wanted the moment to end, and found himself sad as you finally pulled away.

You stared him down for a brief second before tackling him down to the ground in a big hug, “I hate you, Omi,” you laugh angrily.

“Sure,” he smugly replies, watching as you smile into his shirt.

“My number one,” you sarcastically mutter as you fake pout at him.

He cringes, “Ugh, don’t. I feel guilty, why would you even do that? You’re crazy,”

“Because I don’t care about the ranking. I never did. Plus it somehow only dropped me to #2 since the rest of our class failed and I’ve taken too many extra classes,” you say, “I only cared about you,” 

Kiyoomi smiles at you before crushing you in his hug. 

Everything came easy for Kiyoomi. Especially now, his feelings for you.

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[breadbrobin]

fate

clarisse la rue x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!daughter of apollo reader]

[part 2 to the trees]

summary: clarisse is being weirdly standoffish, and you’re not one to cave to that, no matter how much you like her. and no matter how things go, you still have to get your weapons from the forest.

warnings: swearing, arguing, fighting, monsters, PINING BUT THEYRE IDIOTS, everyone’s so mad at each other rn, kissing (AHHHH), canon typical violence, again probably slightly ooc clarisse but hey i love her anyway

word count: 3.2k

(uhhh so this is probably not what anyone was expecting for part two but this is how i alway a planned it, so here it is!! tag list in reblogs and also thank you for the love on the trees! i love you all so much <3 and i’d die for you just like clarisse and this dumb bitch here would die for each other)

(this is much more enemies to lovers than the first one btw so have fun)

———————————————

the day after capture the flag was always a little tense. of course it was. half the camp had just lost, and not many people at camp were good losers, especially not those who got their butts kicked.

this time, though, there was a new level of tension in the air.

ares kids didn’t often run the flag over the line themselves, and those who did were crowing about it at breakfast, then all morning too.

curiously, clarisse wasn’t. she was eating in silence, picking through her eggs like she was searching for something.

you’d never seen her like that before. no one had. but, it seemed you were the only person to notice. you always were, and you were okay with that.

your brother nudged your arm and shot you a questioning look, but you brushed him off with a smile.

why was clarisse so down? she’d won. what did she have to be upset about? was she mad at you? did you do something to piss her off in the tree? she hadn’t seemed exactly happy when she left.

stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t realise she’d met your eyes until your brother elbowed you.

“ow! what do you want?” you snapped, rubbing your rib cage tenderly.

“clarisse is staring at you,” he said with wide eyes. “dude… what did you do?”

“nothing,” you scoffed and stood up, taking your empty plate to the stack of dirty dishes, trying—and failing—to not look at clarisse as you left.

“y/n, wait up!”

you slowed down for sam as he jogged to catch up to you. there was a newfound bitterness in your mouth when you saw him. you’d never liked him, not like he’d liked you, but you’d never felt like you wanted to be away from him. not like you did in that moment then. but where would you go? to clarisse? yeah, right, she’d laugh in your face, regardless of whatever happened—or might have happened—in that tree.

“what’s up?” you asked. you couldn’t help your voice being drier than usual.

“just wanted to see how those arrows did you? were they good? i can make some more, if you want.” he looked almost eager to do so.

you smiled kindly. he really was sweet. “they were great, thanks, sam. best arrows i’ve ever used, even if i didn’t get too much of a chance to use them.” your steps faltered. “i did leave one in the forest though. i’ll have to get that later.”

your eyes locked on clarisse as she walked towards you down the path. two of her siblings were behind her, laughing, but she wasn’t. in fact, her jaw was set tight and she was glaring. at sam.

“i could come with you?” he suggested. “watch your back. keep you safe, you know?”

clarisse scoffed as she passed. “she doesn’t need you to keep her safe, tool-box.”

that was a little mean. sure, sam carried his tool-box everywhere, but you never know what might need to be fixed! despite yourself, you had to hold in a laugh. your eyes were alight with amusement as you locked gaze with clarisse.

she looked proud of herself, a jaunty grin on her lips. you couldn’t help your gaze dropping to them briefly. she smiled wider. it was infuriating. she now knew what her effect on you was, and she was using it.

“if she needed someone to protect her, she’d come to me, right, angel?” she tilted her head.

your mouth was infuriatingly dry. you nodded. “uh—“

“whatever,” sam snapped. “come on, y/n. let’s go.”

you kind of wanted to stay, but his grip on your arm didn’t leave any room for an argument. you trailed after him as he left, glancing over your shoulder just in time to see clarisse’s face darken with anger.

“angel?” sam scoffed. “who does she think she is?”

“uh…”

“whatever. gods, she’s just so—“ he turned and faced you, almost causing you to bump into his chest. you’d never seen him so intense before. “stay away from her, y/n. seriously. she’s bad news.”

“she’s nice to me,” you protested.

“she’s not nice to anyone. don’t be naive.” he turned on his heel and started to walk away, then turned back, his face softer. “come on. do you want to learn how to weld? you said you did last week.”

did you? you didn’t remember that. but you did vaguely remember a conversation with sam that you spent zoned out and staring at clarisse as she trained, so that was probably it. “oh, no… i have to… train…”

he looked disappointed, but nodded. “okay, that’s cool. maybe another day. or maybe, we can… go for a walk together? or even have lunch on the beach?”

you nodded absently. “maybe.”

“great, it’s a date!”

you frowned. “it’s a what?”

he looked happier than you’d ever seen him. he even kissed your cheek before walking off, a new spring in his step. you stood there for a moment, eyes wide, wondering what the hell just happened. then you heard a scoff from behind you.

when you turned around, clarisse was walking away.

“clarisse,” you said softly, jogging after her. “clarisse, wait!”

“go hang out with your boyfriend, l/n.” she snapped, her arms crossed as she walked. “he’s probably waiting for you so you two can make out in that sweaty little sex dungeon they call a workshop.”

your eyebrows shot up. “okay, first of all, i’m pretty sure it is actually a workshop, and second of all, he’s still not my boyfriend!”

she scoffed again but didn’t answer, stomping up the steps to the ares cabin and stopping at the top, looking down at you.

you felt small under her gaze, but you didn’t back down.

“what are you doing here?” she asked after a moment.

“you said i could come get a new dagger,”you said.

she rolled her eyes and leaned on the porch railing. “and?”

you frowned, looking up at her. “and… i’m here to get one?”

she regarded you for a few seconds in silence, then, just as she was about to speak, a new voice called out.

“clarisse, are you giving out girlfriend privileges already?” one of her brothers, marcus, you thought, stepped into the doorway of the cabin and peered around her to look at you. he looked like a stereotypical son of ares: buff, tall and mean. “that’s cute.” he continued, looking at you like you were an animal in a zoo.

“she’s not my girlfriend,” she scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

well, that hurt.

“yeah, we’re just—“

“we’re not even friends,” she added hurriedly, not even looking at you. “she just thinks she’s special.”

your jaw clenched. that really hurt. “i don’t think i’m special,” you snapped. “i think i want you to honour your word from yesterday or go and get my dagger out of the forest for me.”

“not my fault you forgot your dagger,” she studied her nails nonchalantly.

“but if you hadn’t thrown my dagger out of a tree and tossed my new arrow aside like it was trash then i wouldn’t have forgotten. and maybe if you hadn’t leaned in like you were about to kiss me, maybe i wouldn’t have forgotten either.” your gaze was as sharp as hers was, meeting in the middle with fire and lightning crackling between you.

she stepped forward, face to face with you. for a second, you thought she’d punch you, but you didn’t back down.

then she laughed. it wasn’t at all like her laugh in the tree the day before. this was her cold, cruel laugh that she usually saved for her victims. with a start, you realised that’s what you were: another victim of clarisse la rue. your heart broke for a split second before you pulled yourself together and straightened your back, meeting her eyes.

“kiss you?” she snickered. “get your head out of your ass, angel, you’re not all that because you can shoot a bow and climb a tree.”

you stepped closer to her, so you were right up in her face. “and you’re not all that because you scare away everyone who cares about you, just because your daddy’s a little mean. you don’t need to be a bitch about everything.”

you regretted it instantly. you’d gone too far. you knew that.

her face dropped and a hurt look flashed through her eyes, but it died as soon as it came to life.

you stepped back and turned, marching away.

“where are you going?” she called after you. “we’re not finished here!”

“you have something else to say to me, clarisse, you come find me!” you shot back, your voice hard. you didn’t start arguments often, but goddamn did you finish them.

you stomped into the forest, determined to find your dagger and arrow so you could prove to both clarisse and sam that you were capable of more than just shooting arrows from trees and running away from fights.

it was darker today. the clouds that covered camp half-blood permeated through the forest, leaving a heavy weight suspended among the trees. the air felt thicker, even, and the birdsong seemed quieter than usual. was there something around? something hanging in the air, waiting to attack you? drag your body back to camp and leave it on clarisse’s doorstep like a cat bringing in a dead bird?

or was your fear just because you were alone instead of with the rest of camp.

whatever it was, it put you on edge.

there was a clicking sound behind you, like someone was cracking a joint, but when you turned, no one was there. you weren’t foolish enough to call out.

you could feel a chill going down your spine, and that’s when you knew: the first shoe had dropped.

your eyelids fluttered and you nearly dropped to the ground, but you leaned heavily against a tree to catch yourself. typical. go out on your own, thinking you can take care of yourself and you get hit with a premonition. how’s that for fate?

you let the feeling wash over you; the pure panic of the near future and the warm grip of a hand on your wrist, like someone was pulling you along.

the future was not looking promising.

there was another clicking sound behind you as you finally managed to straighten up, much closer this time.

you turned around.

the bushes were rustling.

you suddenly realised what that clicking sound was.

mandibles.

two ants the size of german shepherds burst through the foliage. myrmeke.

there was the other shoe, dropping real hard.

“shit!” you stumbled backward, reaching for a weapon. you had no weapon. “double shit!”

you turned and ran.

the ants were fucking fast. they could have caught up to you if you weren’t so agile, turning and springing off in different directions every few steps, sending them careening into trees and rocks. that was the only thing keeping you alive.

where even were you? you didn’t recognise this area. hopefully you weren’t running directly for their anthill. that would be a real twist of fate.

then you burst into a new area, this one with a large tree—a large tree that you recognised.

“yes!” you exclaimed, dashing for the trunk. you found your dagger easily, then your discarded arrow too. you didn’t know what good they’d do against the myrmeke, considering that their shells were as hard as armour and, while force was good in some cases, you had to admit that sharpness may have helped you against them.

you couldn’t run anymore. your screaming lungs told you that. you couldn’t climb either. the ants could climb better than you and you’d be a sitting duck up there, no matter how high you went. but maybe, just maybe, you could hold them off until they got bored or someone realised you were missing.

it wasn’t easy, but you managed to deflect and dodge the myrmeke’s attacks. they were fast, but you were faster. you even managed a swipe at one of their legs as you rolled past, but all it did was leave a tiny chink in its armour.

you were beginning to lose hope.

honestly, what you wouldn’t give for a spear right now. your blunt dagger and slim arrow were about as good as a toothpick against these monsters.

just as you were backed against the tree that you’d once found a safe haven, you heard a battle cry. you could have sobbed from relief, but instead, as the spear-wielding figure landed on top of one of the ants, driving her weapon into the gap between its armoured plates, you took your opportunity to stab your arrow with as much force as you could into the other ant’s gaping mouth, slipping it precisely between its mandibles and, hopefully, into its brain.

it jerked back in pain and screeched, the sound making your ears ring, but it didn’t die. instead, it looked rightfully pissed off, and now it had an arrow sticking from its mouth.

as your saviour pulled her spear from the ants back, a warm, brown liquid sprayed on you. it smelled like ants always did after you crushed them, just a million times worse. you wondered if this was revenge for all the ants you’d murdered in your life.

“gross!” you exclaimed, wiping it off your face.

“grow up, bows, we gotta go!” clarisse. your saviour was clarisse. of course.

just as you were about to protest, two more myrmeke crept out of the forest towards you.

she gripped your wrist, right where that warmth was in your premonition, and dragged you away, making you drop your dagger in the rush.

“i dropped my—“

“save it!” she snapped, pulling you along.

the desperation in her voice kicked you into gear and you started running faster, alongside her now.

you didn’t use the same tactics as before. instead of dodging, you just ran as fast as you could and prayed that the myrmeke would be slower. clarisse seemed to know where she was going, at least.

“you’re such an idiot!” clarisse yelled as they ran.

“we’re doing this now?” you panted incredulously.

“you could have died!”

“we’ll both die if you don’t stop yelling at me!”

finally, gloriously, you breached the edge of the forest and stepped into camp. the myrmeke wouldn’t follow you there.

you dropped to you knees, panting and staring into the forest. clarisse was standing in front of you, her spear ready, just in case.

you’d stepped into a quiet part of camp up behind the amphitheatre, so there was no one around to see you, and no one around to help you. you had a feeling that if the myrmeke didn’t kill you, clarisse wouldn’t hesitate.

once it was clear that they weren’t following, she rounded on you.

you were still on your knees, your legs too tired and shaky with adrenaline to stand, but she didn’t seem to care.

“what were you thinking, going in on your own?” she snapped.

“well i wasn’t expecting to get attacked by killer ants within the camp’s borders!” you protested.

“everyone knows they’re there.”

“i forgot, okay? i’m not perfect.”

“oh, i know.” she rolled her eyes.

“gods, would you just fuck off?” you finally stood up, face to face with her. “you’re horrible sometimes, you know that? i can’t believe i’ve defended you.”

“i don’t need your defending.”

“and i don’t need your help!”

“you would have died!” she yelled, emphasising every word.

“but i didn’t!” you shouted back.

she rolled her eyes and stepped closer, anger practically radiating off her. “yeah, thanks to me. you’d be dead if i hadn’t followed you in there—“

“why did you follow me?” you asked suddenly, voice harsh.

“what?”

“why did you follow me?” you asked again, slower. “i didn’t ask you to look after me, clarisse.”

there it was again. that slightly relaxation of her shoulders when you said her name. it drove you nuts. you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss her for hours or throw her to the myrmeke.

she tensed up again and turned to leave. “whatever. i’m done here.”

“i’m not!” you gripped her shoulder and pulled her back around. to your surprise, she didn’t pull a weapon on you. “why did you follow me, clarisse? was it the same reason that you were flirting with me yesterday? and why you’re so protective of me? and why you hate sam?”

“i wasn’t flirting with you,” she grumbled. “and i hate sam for… personal reasons. and i’m not protective of you! why would you even think that?”

“that’s all bullshit and you know it,” you sneered.

“gods, you aggravate me!” she exclaimed.

“you didn’t have to come help me,” you scoffed, stepping back. “i didn’t ask for your help.”

“and i didn’t want to help you!”

“then why did you? huh? you could handle not winning a fight? you wanted to finish the argument on your terms?” your eyebrows were raised and your face was cold. “or were you gonna beat me up but the giant killer ants got to me first?”

she looked like she was about to explode with anger. “because i love you!”

the air escaped from your lungs in one sharp moment, and it looked like hers did the same thing.

“what?” you asked, your voice softer.

it was silent. she looked like she was trying to find something to say, but couldn’t. her mouth opened and closed weakly, and she shook her head, lips pressed together. you wanted to kiss her.

so you did.

she tensed up as your hands came to her waist, pulling her body and lips against yours hard. then, finally, she relaxed. she dropped her spear at your feet and raised her hands to your hair, threading her fingers through the strands. she was a softer kisser than you’d expected, but it was definitely her. it was all her. the tug on your hair, the underlying, undeniable harshness of the kiss, the spear that rested against your foot. it was perfectly clarisse. you could have kissed her until the sun went down and the ants came and carried you both to their anthill, and if you stayed kissing her like this, you wouldn’t even mind.

when, finally, you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily. all of the tension from the fight hid dissipated, leaving only a warm sparkling in the air, like a mirage around her face in the sunlight. maybe that was a sign? or a vision? whatever it was, it was heaven-sent.

she was smiling. she looked softer like this. gods, you loved it. it felt like fate, and you knew a lot about fate. fate was fickle. fate was cruel. fate brought you the arguments, the myrmeke, the terror. but fate also brought you this. this girl who was glowing in the sun like she was made of pure rays of light. the girl with a spear that she laid down at your feet and would save you barehanded if you asked. the girl who had sunk into your arms like she was made to be there.

“do you think i can get that new dagger now?” you asked cheekily, playing with the hem of her camp shirt. “i mean, i have girlfriend privileges now, right, babe?”

clarisse rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “shut up, devil.”

“ooh, devil. that’s new,” you teased. “i like it. it’s apt.”

“it sure is.” she looked down. “i’m… sorry, by the way.”

“me too,” you nodded. “i didn’t really mean any of that, you know?”

“‘cause you like me,” she said in a teasing voice.

“yeah, ‘cause i like you, or whatever.” you kissed her again, smiling against her lips. “and i know you like me too, because you so did nearly kiss me in that tree yesterday.”

she shrugged. “maybe. maybe not. guess we’ll never know.”

you found out at the next capture the flag game. and the next. and the next. she would go out of her way to find you, defeat you, then kiss you before running off to win the games. and honestly, you didn’t really mind.

fate was a fickle thing, but with clarisse by your side, no one could touch you. sam left you alone, people started treating you better, and you had everything you could ask for. her.

and whenever you two argued, you’d go into the woods together and kill some ants. after all, what says ‘couple’s bonding’ quite like murder?

[nochukoo97]

hold me while you wait

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Summary: Oc has a break up and goes to a bar. Shes heavily intoxicated before someone stops her…

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption, cheating in relationship, but Jungkook is here to save the day 😊😊 oc cries alot, and drinks way too many bottles than she should, Jungkook has a fat crush on oc, OH! and theyre childhood bestfriends who distanced a little during ocs relationship with her ex 😔

Word count: 2k+

You can��t remember how many drinks you’ve ordered ever since you came here, but you know you definitely need this alcohol in your body. Especially after your boyfriend of three years, Jaehyun, had broken up with you out of the blue. Apparently he had been interested in his girl best friend all along, and you wonder how you did not see their suspiciously close relationship. But right now you feel like an idiot. Not only have you been broken up with, you also have been cheated on. Your ego and pride dropped to an all time low after Jaehyun had explained everything. You didn’t even try to fight back, just nodded and accepted this was how it was gonna be.

You order another beer as you chug it down, finishing half the bottle in one chug. Your head is spinning and you start to feel the migraine coming in. Shit, even if you go home, it's another 40 minutes by bus, and right now you either want to get home fast or stay here and drink the pain away. Was Jaehyun the stupid one for cheating or was it you who was stupid for not being able to see the now obvious red flags in that guy? Frustration and anger pent up in your body. One part of you was mad at Jaehyun for cheating on you while acting like he loved you so dearly during your relationship with him, and another part of you was angry that you were so blind and paid no heed to the signs of your relationship.

From across the bar counter, there were a group of guys sitting at a nearby table. Upon seeing your state and the number of bottles piling up around you, one of the boys said, “Hey, look at that girl over there, must have gotten her heart broken for her to drink nearly what? Ten bottles of beer?” The rest of the guys laugh and comment here and there at his statement. You can hear their remarks, but you are not in the mood to bother with them so you ignore their words. The ringing in your ear is way louder than any of what they were saying anyways.

Little did you know, that that table of guys contained someone who you were really close with…

Upon hearing Jimin’s comment, Jungkook turns his head in the direction of this ‘girl’, out of curiosity, wanting to check just how many bottles she had drunk. He’s counting the endless beer bottles on the counter when he watches the girl pick up the half full beer and chug it down once more. He watches as her hand grabs the bottle, slightly shaking, and there's a purple bracelet on her wrist. Wait. That bracelet… Jungkook squints at the girl once more before coming to a conclusion that that was really you, his childhood best friend, as well as crush for god knows how many years.

“Gguk! Look! I made a bracelet when I went to Japan, and I made you a matching one!” 14 year old you had exclaimed after not seeing your best friend for two weeks. Jungkook took the blue bracelet in hand and stared at it, before putting it on. On the outside, he didn’t show much reaction, simply smiling and saying a small “thanks”. But on the inside Jungkook was going crazy. He’s had a big fat crush on you since the early ages, as early as he can remember. And here you are giving him a matching bracelet, something mostly only couples would do. But you, being young and naive, could not see Jungkook’s love for you, and when you had gotten into a relationship with Jaehyun, it broke Jungkook’s heart and he distanced himself away from you as well. You were confused and hurt why Jungkook had seemed more cold than usual and was giving you one word replies, but you did not spend too much time thinking about that as you were so occupied in your new blooming relationship.

“Shit,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. He had never seen you drink more than two bottles of alcohol, and even when you had drunk two bottles you were already super intoxicated. He didn’t want to know how you were still holding on to consciousness at this point. Jungkook walks over to your figure, as you pick up the bottle again, wanting to chug finish the beer, you feel a warm hand grasp onto your hold on the bottle, stopping you from bringing the bottle to your lips. You look back at who this stranger was, trying to stop you from drinking your 11th bottle of beer. Your eyes widen and you freeze as you see the familiar face standing in front of you.

“That’s enough, I’m taking you home, come one,” Jungkook commands. “No! Who are you to tell me what I do!” you hiccup back, “I’m staying here and I’m ordering another drink! You’re not stopping me!” You stutter over a few words but manage to get it out. “Y/N, please, enough, you’ve drunk ten bottles already, that is more than enough.” Jungkook’s voice is stern and firm, his hold on your hand is still strong, even more so tighter.

You pathetically try to fight back this muscular man's grip on your hand, as he prys the bottle off your hold. You attempt to stifle his movements by kicking at his shins and pushing against his body, but he doesn’t move an inch. Of course, this is Jeon Jungkook, the gym rat ever since young. What makes you think you can make him move a muscle, more so when you're drunk? You can’t take it anymore, so you start to cry out in his hold. Frustration and anger yet again fills your mind, this time for another reason. Your wailing and sobbing into your best friend of 18 years' chest, as he manoeuvres you through the crowd at the bar, and brings you outside the bar.

When you two are outside, he relaxes his hold on you, allowing you to finally not be trapped in his hold. You slump to the floor and sit on the sidewalk, figure slightly trembling as you whimper and cry pathetically in front of Jungkook. He stands in front of you and crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow as he questions, “What’s gotten into you huh? Tell me why I find you at a bar you have never been to, drinking like a madman?” Jungkook’s eyes search for you face to try and read what you are processing in your head but you turn away from his gaze and mutter a “Don’t wanna tell you” Before Jungkook sighs and his heart melts when he hears your sniffles as you bring your knees up to your chest in attempt to hug yourself.

You can hear Jungkook fumble with something in his pocket, a mixture of his car keys jangling and plastic crinkling. You find a lollipop being shoved in front of your face, and you reluctantly snatch the lollipop from his hand and attempt to open the plastic wrapped around the lollipop. To no avail, your weak hands fiddle around with the plastic and fail to even cause a tear in the plastic. Jungkook sighs upon seeing this and squats so that he is now eye-level with you, grabbing the lollipop back to open the plastic packaging for you. “How did you expect yourself to bring yourself home if you can’t even open this small packaging huh?” He scolds you gently. You only sulk at his words before he says, “Open,” And at first you look at him with confusion, wondering what he was referring to, until you see the pink lollipop being held close to your mouth, so you obey and open your mouth before he sticks the lollipop in. He whispers a “Good girl” but with how intoxicated you are at the moment, you don’t fully process his words.

You allow Jungkook to guide you to his car, as you cling onto him, he opens the car door to the passenger side, before carrying you into the seat and buckling you up. Jungkook then goes over to his side and starts the engine, before he hears a quiet, “He broke up with me” Followed by a hiccup, “And he even cheated on- on me…” You slowly start to cry again. As surprised as Jungkook is, as well as the thoughts of wanting to beat the man who hurt you so badly up, he sighs and rubs your back in comfort, allowing you to cry out to him.

You slowly begin to get exhausted from all the crying and drinking you had been doing the past three hours, so you find yourself curled up on the passenger seat, eyes fluttering shut. Jungkook sees this and you feel him gently remove the lollipop stick from your mouth. You whine at the lost of the sweet in your mouth but Jungkook softly shushes you, lulling you back to sleep.

Soon you’re fast asleep, and Jungkook has reached your apartment. He carefully unbuckles you and picks you up, causing you to stir a little. He carries you to the door of your apartment, and seeing that the lights of your shared apartment were off, he realised that your roommate had probably gone out of town. Jungkook lays you on your bed, and retrieves a towel from your bathroom, wiping down your face with it. He was about to leave your side to put the towel back when you grasp onto his t-shirt, whining, “don’t go… stay please,” He sighs again as he places the towel on your bedside, tucking you into the blanket and mumbling a “I’ll be back soon, wait awhile,” Before walking to your closet to find the drawer where he knew his clothes were, you two often had sleepovers when you were in college, before Jaehyun was involved in the picture, and Jungkook would leave his clothes here to make things easier for him.

Changing into his new clothes, Jungkook makes his way back to you, and when you sense that his presence was near, you whine and grab your hands towards him, wanting him to cuddle you to sleep. Jungkook slots himself under your duvet next to you and you curl into his body as he wraps his strong arms around you, petting your hair as you drift off to sleep…

You’re awoken the next day by the throbbing in your head as you try to recall what had happened last night. After you went past five bottles of beer, your memory had been cleared and you could not remember a thing that had happened. Suddenly, the phone beside you lights up as a notification pops up on the screen. On the lock screen, is a picture of the familiar brown dog you know, Jungkook’s dog, Bam. You piece two and two together and figure out Jungkook had brought you home and stayed over. As you wondered how on earth he had found you at the random bar when you two were not contacting each other as often anymore, Jungkook came in with a glass of water and three pills, eyes widening a little, he was not expecting you to be up when he came back.

“Gguk, my head hurts” You whine, rubbing the temples of your head in an attempt to soothe the migraine. “That’s on you for drinking like crazy yesterday. I tried to stop you and you kept fighting back” He explained as he handed over the pills. You sulk at him before popping the pills in your mouth, swallowing them with the water Jungkook brought. “Go back to sleep, get some rest, I’ll cook you hangover soup when you get up okay?” You smile at his words, snuggling deeper into the comfort of your bed and shutting your eyes. Jungkook brushes the hair out of your face before muttering a “I’ll be back when you’re awake”, walking out of the room to cook you the soup.

You smile to yourself as the door shuts, maybe with Jungkook, your life won’t be so miserable after all.

[plasmasimagination]

Genshin boys and unexpected confession

Summary-they confess unintentionally

Characters-xaio, diluc, scaramouche

Xiao

-confession would be only in a situtation where he had to act before thinking

You and xiao were friends, actually pretty close friends. You usually visited him or went on walks with him, he tho knew that he liked you more than other mortals he was unsure of how to approach it so he kept it in himself for a long time. Well until one time, you came to xiao to tell him about ur day as usually, he was listening to you while looking over liyue. Suddenly you got interrupted by a guy approaching you. The guy was really shy and red in the face. He stuttered something about taking you out for dinner. You quiet didnt hear him and when u were about to ask what he was saying xiao jumped in and snapped at the guy "theyre not interested you can leave". Xiao is very feared amongst the people of liyue so the guy dissapeard faster than my dad. You (still confused) turned to xiao and confusedly asked why he made that guy leave so quickly. He instantly just blurred out "bc i dont want anyone else to love you" or smth like that you were to shocked and flustered to hear anything anyways. After realizing what hes said he just dissapears u can tell him u love him too after he decides to show up again

Diluc

-would do it witbout even noticing at first

After the tavern closed, diluc usually lets you stay around because u always insist on helping him clean up. Today was no different, you guys were busy cleaning the whole time so u didnt talk a lot. After some time you were so tired, you litteraly sat on the first wooden chair u found and juzt wanted to fall asleep. Diluc walks by u and taps you on the shoulder, "you should go to sleep". You quickly stand up and shake ur head in disagreement, "noo dont worry about me ill help u finish it". Diluc takes the brrom next to the chair and starts sweeping "how can i not worry about you?" he asks sighing. You quickly say "why do u even care so much if im tired" in a teasing/cheerfull tone. He says "i care bc i like you and dont want you to overwork urself", he instantly looks at you trying to see if you heard him say that, he really didnt want to confess his feelings like this... But for his unluck( or luck?) you heard him loud and clear ;)

Scaramouche

-would be in a life ir death situation

Scaramouche never thought about confessing, like he didnt want to show his vulnerable side did he. So he denied his crush on u for damn ages, until one day you were on a mission with him, shneznaya is a cold place so you were partly freezing partly dying from the enemies. Scaramouche hates going on missions with you, like yes he loves spending tine with you and it helps him get closer to you but he hates the pressure of having to be a show off the whole entire time when ur around. Like bro is tryna prove that hes usefull in all possible ways he will litteraly randomyl start picking fights with people that look at you guys wrong just to show off hoa strong he is🙄. But this time the enemies were a lot more trained than the other basic hillichurs these were some well trained bandits. You guys were almost done with them, when in the corner of ur eye you see one bandit half bleeding swinging at scaramouche. You dont think any second and jump in to take a hit for him, then everything is dark. The only thing you can here next the 6th of the fstui harbingers holding u and yelling at you "YOU IDIOT,... hey hey dont you dare die dont die on me i love you alright?". That dumbass thought u were unconscious, hah.

REQUEST OPEN!!

Feedback, likes, reposts and comments are very appreciated <33

[spacedykez]

violence? WOOO!! lifesteal.

so, you heard about a silly little server called lifesteal. maybe u wanna try watching it. well what if i told u that we here at lifestealblr have put together a helpful guide to help you succumb to the poisons start watching the server?? join us we are very normal

so! lifesteal! first, a summary. lifesteal is a server where when u die, you lose a heart off your permanent health bar. when you kill another player you gain a heart. heres a list to sum it up:

dying loses you a heart

killing someone else gains you a heart

losing all your hearts = dead and gone from the series, unless youre revived

you can revive dead players through gay sex crafting a special item

you can withdraw hearts from your healthbar and give them to other players

still have questions? heres a better explanation. ok moving on

lifesteal smp has FOUR seperate seasons so far!! the players are the same, give or take a few people. so, where to start?

first, you don't need to watch the seasons in order. you don't need to know anything about previous seasons to watch lifesteal. start with whatever season you want!! that being said, i'd advise starting on season three or season four (the current season) as they are the most popular.

anyways, if you want to just start watching: here is the link to the playlist containing every lifesteal video on youtube, seasons 1-4 here is the link to the playlist containing every season 3 lifesteal video here is the link to the playlist containing every season 4 lifesteal video

[thank you to @a4g and @aroaceacacia for creating and maintaining the lifesteal s1-4 & lifesteal s3 and the lifesteal s4 playlists, respectively]

HOWEVER

if you'd like to start out slow, pick one lifestealer and start watching them!! honestly, the best way to get into it is just to find a guy (or ten) that you like watching and watch their videos!

a note- i am tagging the user who created each propaganda post so that if people change their urls, you will still be able to find the post. theyre definitely NOT the lifestealers themselves lol. also, some of these are not finished! however this has been sitting in my drafts for six months and i need to post it for my own mental health

i should make this a google docs actually. might do that sometime if i get motivation. but anyways, without further ado:

looking for redstone? mrcube (@tater-noodle)

want to feed the adhd? no rlly if u want adhd fuel watch ashswag (@cherubium)*

ever wanted to see capitalist technoblade? reddoons (@bearandhoney-com)

do you want a new cringefail streamer? itzsubz (@rendogdomesticated)

what about a paranoid escape master? rekrap (@vanivanvanilla)

loyalty and storylines to get invested in? leowook (@totallynotrico)

everyone's favorite special little guy? planetlord (@getwoold)

want gay people or pranks? then go watch branzy (@pacificseaotter)

the server's best PVPer? clownpierce [NEEDED] (NOT TAKEN)

1/3 of a whole idiot on a permanent YouTube grind? baconwaffles (@aroaceacacia)

local bird man done with everyone's shit? parrot (@getwoold)

the local funky hand guy? roshambo (@techno-in-a-boat)

background character incarnate? poafa (@simply-scrolling)

the special little guy who can and will kill you? spepticle (@cogmented)

quirky smiley guy who'll kill you? princezam (@vanivanvanilla)

incomprehensible violence! mapicc! (@cogmented)

sillay liddol guy? Creechur™️? pangi [NEEDED] (NOT TAKEN)

DRAGON GUYY!!! vortexdragon. (@vanivanvanilla)

lifesteal's local polar bear? woogie (@tater-noodle)

stuborrn, endearing guy who likes a challenge? jaron (@aroaceacacia)

cringefail foxboy streamer? vitalasy (@rendogdomesticated)

the walking pride flag guy? spoke (@a4g)

"annoying little brother" but endearing? mcclutch!! (@simply-scrolling)

chaotic rascal who loves doing events? midmystic!! (@xxswagcorexx)

awesome visuals and serious storylines? terrain!! (@cherubium)

*my girlfriend's favorite lifestealer and approved by multiple friends of mine with adhd. i really do recommend him just in general.

also, please do go check out the blog of everyone who helped me with this, they're all amazing!!!

[livelaughlovekny]

Texting him for homework help

a/n: going to try out a new format + wrote this fic when i was meant to be revising a test but got sidetracked. anyways, you can see how bad i am at science and math HAHA

Summary: You text Muichirou for homework help and he helps you a little

  You flip through the pages furiously, nearly ripping them. You should have revised earlier but the fanfiction you were reading was just too good. Your brain is officially a blank slate. Giving up, you opened up WhatsApp on your laptop. His name was at the top of your recently contacted. Tapping into your chats, you quickly sent him a SOS message.

You help, i cant do this anymore

mint ice creamok

You ☹️ science isnt sciencing

mint ice creamok

You how the frickity frack does a fuse work like does it just like stops current????

mint ice cream are you serious 💀 it lets current flow through but if theres too much then the wire inside the fuse will melt and like current can flow through cos its an open circuit do you get it

You ty bbg YES ok and so explain what earth wire does pls its so stupid ☹️

mint ice cream 🤡

You plsplspls i dont get anything 😢 the slides sucks

  Muichirou rolled his eyes but opened up a new tab in which he searched for the chapter’s slides. Screenshotting it, he sent it to you, knowing full well what your response would be. Waiting for you to reply, he formed his response to you in his head, figuring out how to explain it in simpler terms for you.

You [Image]

idiot wow so helpful 🥺

You it literally just like conducts electricity to the ground like if theres a leakage then it will prevent the user from getting a shock yk 

idiot still a little iffy about it but ok

You its a test, you cant be “iffy” about anything

idiot ☹️ tbf its just a revision

You ok 💀

  Rolling his eyes, Muichirou contemplated explaining the concept to you again or just letting you ask him other questions. He patiently waited for you to send your message when he noticed you typing.

You i think ill revise science tmr can you help me with math

mint ice cream the test is tmr wdym 💀

You ik but im too tired of it ☹️

mint ice creamalright, what is it

You soo whats like the four congruency tests

mint ice cream shit are you serious

You yeah 🙁

mint ice cream 💀ok wait

mint ice cream SSS = Side-Side-Side = All sides are the same SAS = Side-Angle-Side = 2 sides + 1 angle are the same AAS = Angle-Angle-Side= 2 angles + 1 side are the same RHS = Right angle-Hypotenuse-Side = Hypotenuse + 1 side is the same

mint ice creamdo you get it 🤓

You lol ass and idk 🙁

mint ice cream i dont deserve the torture of tutoring you

You 🖕 ok but fr i actually appreciate your help 🥺

  Twirling around in your spinning chair, you waited for his response. You glanced at the messy pile of worksheets and textbooks on your desk. No matter how hard you tried, his explanations were the only things that you could somewhat get.

You you know what congruent means right

idiotyeah

You impressive. so basically after you prove that theyre congruent youll write “[] is congruent to []” right

idiot yeah

You ok then at the back you write one of the congruent tests like which kind of congruency it is

idiot ok

You 🤡

idiot shut up im tired idw to do this anymore oml

  Muichirou’s fingers hovered above his keyboard as he thought about how to respond. He deleted his original message and sent another one.

mint ice cream L

Bonus: <Original message: itll be alright, im here for you>  He knew how hard these stuff were for you and was honestly extremely glad that his explanations could help you, even if it was just a little.

a/n: im so bad at this oml i feel like im horrible at explaining math and science :( tbf i do suck at them and i wrote this for fun (comforting myself) HAHA

[swhatever]

‘’golden girl.’’

kinktober ‘22 day 20: lingerie

pairing: alina starkov x reader (jessie mei li is my wife (real)) 

summary: you are presented as a gift to the sun saint after she gains control over her power, an old friend from the orphanage. her surprise quickly turns to lust as she notices how you are dressed. 

warnings: afab!reader, i am madly in love with alina starkov, porn with a plot, kinda sex work?? i mean your sat there in lingerie with intention to fuck but alina and u never dated (although there were feelings) and alina doesnt know ur there, theyre idiots and theyre in love you know the drill people you know the drill!!!!, okay actual warnings now, cunninglingus, face sitting, fingering, fairly vanilla since its their first time together okay!!! idiots in love!!!, 

word count: 1203

a/n: i was gonna make the reader a Local Wench but alina wouldnt treat sex workers so poorly so it had to be an old friend OKAY IM SORRY 

i also know the darkling would NEVER let a possible enemy (also know as someone who wouldnt manipulate alina) into the little palace but please suspend your disbelief for the sake of it thanking you 

also i will eventually write the days i missed but i was too excited to write this AJSJJSJSSJSJ 

if u want a full length fic (possibly series) let me know cause i loved writing this!!!! or dont and ill write it anyways LMAOOOOOO 

You sat on the bed in one of the many bedrooms of the Little Palace, sighing softly. Your newly ordained Sun Saint was wandering about the ballroom meeting nobles from all across Ravka, and you were sitting here. Waiting. For nobody but her. 

It’s not like she knew you were here, of course. The Darkling learned quickly of how fondly Alina spoke of you and saw to it your arrival to the Little Palace was swift and all necessary measures were taken to make sure nobody in your town spoke of it. You crossed a leg over the other as you waited, picking at the lace adorning your body. You hadn’t seen your Alya in so long and you were very quickly becoming impatient. At this point you were going to walk into that ballroom, scantily clad as you were, and take your Alina away from everyone else yourself. Tuck her away into a corner of the world where no one could ever find her or hurt her and you had her all to yourself. 

Your little sunshine. That’s what you had called her for years. It was from how you first met her. Sat there in the golden rays of high noon, beams of light surrounding her in a soft halo. You melted then and there, knowing you would have gone to the ends of the Earth for your golden girl. And now she was everybody else's sunshine too. 

A single world snapped you out of your nostalgic haze. 

‘’Y/N?’’ Alina stopped at the door of her room, seeing you upon the bed. 

You brought a leg up to rest at the end. ‘’Hey sunshine girl,’’ you grinned, staring at her from the bed, ‘’long time no see.’’ 

‘’Well, I-’’ she stuttered as she looked at you, ‘’you’re here.’’ 

‘’Where else would I be, Alya?”’ 

She walked forward then, the door shutting behind her with a soft click. It took everything in her to not look at the clothes you were wearing. (Or lack thereof). The sun poured in through the window, shimmering off the gold thread of her kefta. Your golden girl, back to you at last. 

‘’Is something the matter, Lina?’’ you questioned then, as she made no effort to move from the door behind her. She gulped as you walked forwards, sauntering with all the intent of a predator about to catch their prey. 

‘’You’re wearing, well,’’ she gulped, looking at anything but you, ‘’well that, I suppose.’’ 

‘’Oh this old thing?’’ you chirped, not failing to hide the sultry tone in your voice, ‘’your little Darkling thought you deserved a reward for all your good work, and you allegedly never shut up about me to your tailor friend.’’ 

You grinned down at her as you took her chin between your thumb and finger, turning her head to look at you. 

‘’You can look if you want, golden girl, I know how you feel now.’’ 

‘’Genya told you?’’  

‘’She told me everything.’’ 

She looked down at you then, the golden lace and chiffon adorning your body. A golden prize for a golden girl, you thought with a smug grin. She placed a gentle hand upon your waist, curving upwards to the base of your breasts. You sucked in a breath as she traced the swell of your bosom, a small smile gracing her lips. 

‘’I never said you could touch the art, sunshine.’’ 

‘’You always let me when we were small.’’ 

‘’We’re not small anymore, are we?’’ you grinned, ‘’or at least I’m not.’’ 

She pouted then, before a cheshire cat smile graced her features. She walked you forwards until your knees hit the side of the bed. You could only think to peer up at her as she gently pushed you down, stunned by her sudden burst of confidence. 

‘’For what it's worth, my moon, I’m not that short, but I don’t doubt you’ll ignore that.’’ 

You were so overcome with lust from seeing her once more you could only think to peel off the layers shielding her from you, from her kefta down to her undergarments. She smiled as she laid bare on top of you, twirling lace between her thumb and forefinger. You brought her head down to meet yours then, meeting her in a passionate kiss. Her tongue pleaded for entrance and you accepted her proposal willingly, your tongues dancing around one another as your hands moved down to grasp her bare ass. She moaned into the kiss, fingers threading through your hair. 

You brought one hand around then, going down to circle her clit. Her eyes blew wide with lust, arching her back slightly. 

‘’Sweet girl,’’ Alina all but panted as you let a finger enter her hole, your foreheads knocking softly as she steadied herself. Another finger joined the other then, curling within her before retreating and reentering. She rolled her hips over your hand, back arching as she sat up, all but towering over you. Ironic. You doubled your efforts as she gasped when your thumb met her clit, grinding against your hand. With one swift motion you flipped her, your fingers repetitively curling within her before retreating her sopping hole and reentering. She moaned below you, hands scratching at your arms to ground herself from euphoria. She came with a loud cry below you, juices leaking steadily out of her. You did not cease your ministrations however, replacing your fingers with your tongue as you moved down to lick up her juices. She moaned loudly, back arching beneath you. You rolled her hips against your tongue to increase her pleasure, and all she could think to do was tug at your hair. 

Alina had lost count of how many times she had come before she all but peeled you off her, juices leaking down the front of your mouth and chin. You smiled up at her from between your thighs, your usual smirk donning your features. 

She pulled you up before making you straddle her. That strength is new, you pondered, probably Grisha training. You did not have time to think further before she was pulling you forward, your wet cunt grazing her lips. Before you could ask whether what was about to happen was okay with Alina, she pulled you down and her tongue darted around your cunt, licking a stripe from cunt to clit. You moaned loudly, fingers finding their way to Alina’s hair. 

‘’Sunshine girl,’’ you all but panted, ‘’fucking hell.’’ 

She doubled her efforts below you as you grinded against her, moaning wildly. She groaned into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. Making your golden girl reach her peak so many times had worked you up so much it did not take long for you to come. Alina seemed to want to return the favour however, and made you peak countless times before you finally lifted yourself off of her, the bed making a dull ‘thump’ as you lay yourself beside her. You caressed her cheek then, a soft smile gracing your wet lips. 

‘’I missed you,’’ Alina said then, bringing her forehead forward to touch yours. 

‘’I missed you too, golden girl.’’ Yeah, you thought then, ends of the Earth indeed.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

to live my own way

by Macellarius

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson & The Party Character: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Wayne Munson, Eleven | Jane Hopper, The Party (Stranger Things), Jason Carver, Everyone is mentioned - Character, but these are the most important to the plot Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives, Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Aftermath of Violence, Injury Recovery, Near Death Experiences, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Caretaking, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Hurt Eddie Munson, Protective Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has PTSD, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Flirting, Pet Names, Slow Burn, Crying, lots of crying actually, Jason Carver Being an Asshole, im here for jock on jock violence, Possessive Behavior, but like theyre both super into it, now for the fun tags!, Porn with Feelings, Dirty Talk, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Declarations Of Love, Happy Ending, Developing Relationship, Love Confessions Words: 21,491 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Under a much different circumstance, Eddie would have loved to have Steve’s eyes looking over him like that, would love to have that determination focused on him, but Eddie is very much dying, he knows it, so he smiles at Steve’s misplaced confidence instead, “High expectations, Stevie. Where’d you learn to swing like that anyway?” “I’ll tell you,” Steve’s voice is a bit shaky, his tone wavering, even as he puts on a brave face, “but you have to stay alive, Munson.” If he had more strength, he’d consider testing his luck one last time, tease Steve by asking if he swings for Eddie’s team, but- he’s tired. Dying young. What a fucking nightmare. Or, what if the Party defeats Vecna in time, and Eddie lives?

[evernkillian]

Bungou Stray Dogs Fanfiction Recs | Fyozai Edition; Part 1

Standard Rec Lists Disclaimers Apply: Please for the love of God read the tags and Author's Note/s, This is NOT the ultimate rec lists or whatever, the fics below are my cup of tea.

Also, I tried my best to make the Quotes I included spoiler free but if you think it is just tell me!

(Also: Fyozai as in, Fyodor Dostoevsky / Dazai Osamu)

(also I have more fic recs! Here)

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1. The touch of winter by Scarlet_Nin (@scarlet-nin )

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: The clatter of a knife hitting the floor the only sound in the room.

“Breaking into my bedroom, have you no shame? Not only that but cleaning out the blood will be such a chore. You truly are a Demon.”

“The kettle calling back to the pot, I see.”

Dostoevsky lowers the gun, a silencer preventing others coming to rescue, a parody of a smile spreading across his face. Another precise shot makes the knife slide across the room out of reach.

“But cleaning should be no trouble for you, you’ve got so much experience on your hands.”

“I wouldn’t mind cleaning up blood if it’s yours.”

They share a smile. It’s like looking into a mirror, they find, each seeing the same darkness in the other. A longing to break, to hurt, to spill life onto their hands—

!!! This fic is what got me into Fyozai. Like!!! The Tension!!!! They keep referencing each other as 'Rat' and 'Cat' and honestly!!! *Chef's Kiss* Also usual Fyozai talk about demons, gods, philosophy, etc. There's a telepathy thing going on (courtesy of being geniuses and their habit of reading each other) that I absolutely adore. I love the writing style, and in this particular fic it emphasizes the way they're similar to each other. Which I really love. Anyway!! My favorite Quote:

That horrible twisted mind equal to your own.

The pride at seeing how you could have turned out had you not listened to Odasaku’s last parting words, it makes you feel better about yourself.

2. warmth by orphan_account

T | 740 words | Complete

Summary: Cold as ice and white as snow.

That was all they knew about the new Port Mafia Executive.

But a certain someone knew more.

And he knew, above all, Fyodor Dostoyevsky needed warmth.

Short but sweet! Fyodor's the New Mafia Executive and Dazai pokes him. In usual Fyodor fashion, he thinks about abilities. AND!!! platonic touching!!! They're touch starved idiots and I love them your honor. Also my favorite quote:

Fyodor obliged, holding Dazai's hand. It was warm, but only when he was next to him. Otherwise, Fyodor knew, it was as cold as the ice he was born in.

3. mid autumn by yuki_MXIVo (@yuki-mxivo )

G | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: “But you tried to kill each other! How could you possibly be married!? You really tried to kill each other!”

“Yes?” Fyodor raises an unimpressed brow. “Romance is not the center of everything. You're surprisingly close-minded, I see.”

/// several months after the decay of angels case closes, Fyodor shows up at the agency seemingly out of the blue. He'd been thought dead.

MARRIED FYOZAI FIC I REPEAT MARRIED FYOZAI THEYRE MARRIED YOUR HONOR. I really love this absabnabanaan. Fyodor's Characterization is very... Human? Like as he thinks about the DoA, and stuff, and I really love it since most fics just show his manipulative genius side. Fyodor gave Dazai earrings *incoherent screaming*. Fyodor is exasperatedly fond of Dazai and it's so endearing to read. Relationship Reveal! Cause the ADA is there when they met- which is expected since Fyodor went to the Cafe Uzumaki. Russian Pet Names!!! I could rave about it more but no spoilers so!! Favorite Quote:

“We were nineteen,” Dazai sighs, dreamy, melting against Fyodor’s side, disgustingly saccharine in a way Fyodor can only pretend not to enjoy, “straight out of high school.”

4. Even through the Mist. by DeadDrabble (MisakillDatMonkey)

M | 3k Words | Complete

Summary: Dazai's mind has been strangely foggy lately. Are these limbos truth and reality or is he lost in a nightmare? Fyodor's cello sounds like the sweetest melody...

Or when Fyodor manipulates Dazai into taking his side to retrieve the book, using grief and ghosts of his past. Dazai's only hope resides in his will to follow the right path and his old partner.

This had me on the edge of my seat!!! Like holy moley!! Dazai doesn't know what's real and what's not and it's conveyed beautifully. Actually, Fyozai is not the main pairing, but most of this fic is about them. The manipulations!!! The mind games!!!

“See? You’re surprisingly docile,” the demon acknowledges, delighted. Dazai tugs on his hair a bit roughly. He looks back at the man through half-lidded eyes. He feels so bad, it feels so wrong, but he’s confident… He placed his trust in the right person, and it’s okay if he’s weak along the way. He can rely on those people. Even when he slips up.

5. I Offer A Prayer (To An Iceless Home) by Poetiicdissonance

T | 7k Words | Complete

Summary: Children grow into adults, and some grow into monsters. Monsters cannot love.

(But if it were anyone else, it would come quite close.)

u know that headcanon where Dazai hid in Russia with Fyodor between leaving the mafia and joining ADA? This is it. This is that fic. They're roommates! They talk about things. Deep things. About their Philosophies, ideas in life that they hold with an iron fist. They poked and prodded each other. It's a quiet companionship- and until now I don't know if it's the eye of the storm, or the gentle waves of a deep sea. This is so very. Very dear to me. I hold this fic gently in my heart. I cried, I laughed, I fell in love with them. Also no favorite quote since everything about it is my favorite.

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[bugdogg]

1, 11, 25, 28, 40

Do they have any crafting hobbies?

they occasionally do origami but they can only make a crane and make a bunch of them and leave them places sometimes, i think its how they and ichi start to get along w eachother or at least consider talking to eachother. they also draw a lot, like sketchbooks stacked because theyve so much over the years and figure drawings but thats not really crafting but i thought id mention it

Do they have any addictions?

k so this one is gonna be heavy, the tw and mature filter will be because of this one, apologies. (also this is sorta another projection thing, mizuki has a similar prob to me as a way of coping)

k so Mizuki has an issue with self harm, they don't injure themself by cutting or hurting themself physically but by doing certain things that they know will get themselves hurt or will hurt themself emotionally. I made that one drinking comic AND JUST NEVER FINISHED IT but thats cause i made it when i was really struggling and then got too nervous and stopped. Mizuki drank because they wanted to get horribly drunk and by the time they'd realized, they got stuck and just sat there mumbling to themself because they know they have a problem and in a way, the self harm is an addiction. They like putting themself in harms way and the repercussions of it.

Their younger self also had that issue, picking fights to feel pain and hurting others for the thrill. i had an idea that i mentioned earlier of like a bar fight where mizuki defends their idiot friends but in the process i think theyd actually blow up at them for it because it reminded them of stuff (still having not told anyone of the past stuff) and they struggle to remind themselves that they cant fall back on the old habits. at times they have no survival instincts and sometimes they choose to ignore them, it was really bad when they were younger and now Mizuki only keeps it together to avoid worrying anybody. This is a weird way to introduce this issue but i try not to focus on it to avoid triggering anybody and apologies if this wasn't what you expected as an answer but this is gen a big thing to me. anyway summary: they're addicted to hurting themselves and is trying to improve upon it, but in that comic i made, faltered a bit.

(and no drawing for it cause i don't know, sorry /lh)

Do they have a daily/nightly routine?

i don't think they do, i think everyday is diff for them and routine isn't their best skill. i think they'd always make sure to grab a plushie to sleep with, would brush their teeth, and maybe put something on while they sleep. but other than that, it is disoriented ^w^

Are they a #gamer?

yes in a sense they like games and have a switch (they saved up money for it and only have two games) but theyre not very good. i think if they played games with any of the brothers, they'd go tryhard just to piss them off but thats really all, theyre a very laid back gamer

If they found a sword in a stone would they try to pull it out? How would they react to being able to pull it out or not?

they would for a joke then realize it came out and put it back it and walk away, too much responsibility, too much pressure

[the-whispers-of-death]

i feel like i should preface this with: these arent fandom ocs. theyre in their own universe thats 100% made up

uhh. okay hm. so the only 2 with actual personalities and stories. and im now remembering theres probably more than 8 lemme give a small quick summary of. everyone? oh no.

so theres 2 "main" stories in their own respective universes, but one of them is going trough wip and rewrite hell rn.

the ones from said rewrite hell are Typlus/Void (they/it); Vast (he/him); Elly (it/its); Melz (he/him) and Steph/Stephanie (she/they). fun fact it all started as a rewrite of the bible and the impending doom of the planet. or something, i dont even remember anymore. but now theyre just a big family sorta chilling out on their own planet at the physical edge of the universe. its more of a concept than actual ocs, so i have things to draw when i dont know WHAT to draw. nothing is set in stone, nothing is real here. and none of them are human.

and the other is more.. grounded in reality that ive been chipping away at slowly for the past year or so because the characters decided to make my brain into a 5 star hotel

theres elias (he/she/they); dominic (he/him); marcus (he/him); elizabeth (she/her); andrew (he/him) and amelia (she/her)

theres 2 seperate families within this: the jamesons, which includes elias as the son and andrew+amelia as his parents, and the DeAngelo's which is the 3 others, but theyre siblings instead

the only 2 with personalities right now are dominic and elias, who are also in a situationship with eachother, and will probably remain that way for the rest of time

story's basically just "what if the disgraced son of rich parents who happens to be an owner of a bar/club (elias) meets the guy who mans a stand at a farmers market (dominic). and what if they were both t4t. and what if they ended up being workplace lovers/friends w benefits"

elias is lowkey a very unlikeable and bitter guy, very self centered and speaks without thinking. dominic's the reserved type who only speaks when spoken to, but very willing to resort to violence when needed.

does this make sense. i dont know. oh and i counted, theres 11 of them, if we dont count the spin-off AUs as characters. (like when i decided they should be hybrids. or the royalty au. or the mafia au that was actually the origin of all this nonsense)

theres also 2 filler ocs i use whenever i just need a placeholder character for any situation: red and sylvester, but neither of them even got as far as getting designs from me but theyre there

theres. so much content on my main about these idiots that a friend made a sideblog just to sort it in one place. and even after this he hasnt sorted everything lol

.... shit bad news i think i have like 30 ocs actually, i just remembered another batch from ages ago. so. uhm. anyways. and does a made-up species of flower count as an oc. because. yeah. ive got that too.

~ rusty (i get embarrassed when OCposting to others sorry)

I think I need separate asks on both the rewrite hell and the wip stories, because they seem too interesting to be in one ask. They deserve their own separate moment to shine.

I'd love to hear more.

And I'm contemplating adding some of my other OCs (is it still called OC if I made the universe?) in, just because I've been stuck in this limbo of not even finishing a chapter in a book I've started writing and I've had these characters & universe in my head for roughly two years.

[evanbuckleyrecs]

Title: All That's Left To Find (Is Peace of Mind)

Written by: agustmoons

Rated: no rating

Catagories: m/m

Warnings: none

Relationships: Buck/Eddie

Tags: established relationship, established evan 'buck' buckley/eddie diaz, secret relationship, married evan 'buck' buckley/eddie diaz, theyre married but buck hasnt told anyone, army eddie diaz, eddie is deployed and buck isnt handling it well, worried evan 'buck' buckley, someone give this guy a hug, please, reunions, coming home, theyre so in love your honor, idiots in love, no beta we die like eddies heterosexuality, tiny bit of angst, if you squint your eyes, minor hurt/comfort

Words: 8,362

Summary:

A still warm kernel thumps lightly against Buck’s temple and it’s his last straw. “What the fuck is your problem, Han?” He demands, rounding on the paramedic currently tucked away in an armchair, popcorn bowl balanced precariously on his chest and knees.

“Your dumb, grumpy face. What’s got you all wound up, anyways? You look like someone took a shit in your cereal this morning.” Chim says, waving a hand in his direction.

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Eddie's deployed and Buck is /handling it/. He's not freaking out, definitely not.

Well, he wasn't. Until his contact with Eddie is cut off and he's left alone, wondering what could have happened.

My notes: I love army Eddie fics so much and this one did not disappoint at all! I absolutely adored this, I smiled and I cried. Beautiful.

[the-writers-bookshelf]

i always forget to send these in 😭😭 anyway, ive started a new WIP!! im currently calling it 'you cannot live on hope alone' but thats very liable for change in the future. ive made a few ocs for this world, but my favorite so far has to be mariah "mary" morrison. have a very, very rough summary of her life!!

mariah was always a really quiet kid, troubled home life and so on. she was always a bit more perspective then other ppl her age and ended up getting involved with a bad group of people when she was about 17. at first, she wasnt too afraid of said group. then little by little, they got more violent around her. and then, im not sure on the whys or the hows, but someone was killed in front of mariah

cue her chopping her hair off in the bathroom, dramatic style. she then got on the first train and left to somewhere undetermined. she had very bad paranoia for some time, eventually her feelings mustve stabilized a bit, im not sure on the hows.

she then met dorrell when she was 21. i dont have too much on dorrell at the moment, but his set of issues left him willing to run away with someone he met like 2 weeks ago (possible exaggeration) so you can see how well hes doing. note: he may be running away from something too, but im not sure what

mariah and dorrell are dating in a romantic way and a queerplatonic way, the labels dont really matter. what matters is that they are ride or die to a stupid degree. they could be bf and gf or best friends, it doesnt matter what word you assign to them, if that makes sense? theyre just insane idiots being insane idiots together it matters to me that while she is strong, she isnt fully apathetic or unaffected. i feel like very often when female characters are strong in this sense, theyre emotionless and have those cinematic shots of a single tear running down their cheek and nothing more. while this can be done well, i dont think thats what i want for her. i want her to be strong and i want her actions to destroy her. every person she hurts, every person she kills weighs on her. and itll weigh on her for years, and even as she grows older, grows more apathetic to death, i still want her to carry that guilt. when shes younger, in her, what im calling paranoid arc, i want her to be emotional, and i want it to be ugly and raw. i dont know how her emotions stabilize to a more outwardly cool demeanor, maybe some arson-therapy.

its so important to me that everybody thinks shes calm and apathetic and isnt affected at all while shes slowly being destroyed from the inside, bite by bite. i just... i need her to be messy and rough. sorry, this is very very long, i have a lot of thoughts about her, evidently

GOD I WOULD DIE FOR MARIAH

Especially when you said she needs to be messy and rough but also silently falling apart inside...that resonated with me SO HARD!! I LOVE her already!!! I can't WAIT to watch her story develop! :)

[gotham-fan-shit]

(Not) Broken

Pairing: Jason Todd x Ace!GN Reader

Request: it was very long, but summed up to jason x ace!reader (with plot summary) :)

Warnings: Acephobia, cussing

Word count: 1109

A/N: this was requested literally a year ago but i went on hiatus! i hope anon sees this and knows that i DID write this and i’m sorry it literally took forever i feel so bad that it took so long.

Maybe, just maybe, you should have expected less from dating Jason Todd. Perhaps your standards should have been lower. Not from him, obviously. Despite his tough exterior, Jason cared, and he made sure you knew that. You knew, too, that he could be angry and frustrated, especially with his family and sometimes (you had to admit) with you, but all in all he was caring and he was sweet. He was a good boyfriend. It’s a shame, perhaps a selfish thought but nonetheless, that the rest of the world seems to think so as well.

You’ve dealt with worse; death threats, to name one. Being in the public eye was rather inevitable, and it was something you’d been prepared for. You took it, mostly. It was one thing to be bashed for your dating choices, and your relationship. It was entirely another thing to be bashed for your identity, and it was such a thing that hurt so incredibly much more.

Lying on the side of your shared bed in Jason’s apartment, tears illuminated by the blue light of your phone screen, you couldn’t help but feel a bit pathetic. It was late, the sky long since overcome by the ink-black of night, and you were crying over a Twitter post, of all fucking things. It wasn’t even particularly well thought-out. It was stupid, really. Stupid and dumb and idiotic and yet it spun such a doubt in your mind that you couldn’t help but stare at it and wonder if it was right.

It was a reply to an article about you two, from some user with barely 50 followers. So it really shouldn’t have been a big deal, you should’ve just scrolled past, maybe laughed at the audacity of people, and moved on. You would have, if it wasn’t one of many. But it was, and so you didn’t, your eyes scanning over each word a hundred thousand times. With each reread, you couldn’t help but find yourself agreeing more.

“no way theyre actually together. guys like him need sex lol i doubt it’ll last”

It didn’t matter. It didn’t, really, it didn’t. Repeating it didn’t make it less of a lie. Your eyes flicked up to the time, and you had to blink to clear the haze in your eyes to be able to read it. Nearly 3am; he’d be home soon. Then what would you tell him? “Oh, sorry Jason, some idiot online made me feel like shit and now I don’t know if I can maintain this relationship”? Yeah, that would go down well, and wouldn’t sound pathetic at all. You were better off trying to hide it and letting him use his detective training to figure it out himself.

As if on cue, you heard the rattle of the window. You chucked your phone in the bedside table and pulled the covers over you, hastily wiping your face. How hard could it be to fool him? Maybe he’d be too tired to notice. Maybe he’d be injured and about to fall unconscious, though you supposed you shouldn’t exactly wish for that.

He wandered around for a bit, leaving the room and presumably getting a drink or something along those lines. You couldn’t make out much of his silhouette, the surrounding room masking him in a façade of darkness, but you could hear the clunky sound of his boots.

After a while, you heard him sigh and felt the shift of weight as he clambered in next to you, wrapping his arms around your stomach. “Still awake?” He muttered. It wasn’t really a question; he could tell, you were sure. You nodded, anyway. It was always a courtesy of his to ask. “Wanna talk about what’s wrong, then?” Shit. He could definitely tell.

How could you start this? How could you interrogate him about his feelings, a subject he so often avoided? Asking him why he liked you seemed ludicrous, even childish. But you needed to know, and you wanted to hear his response, anyway. “Why are you with me?” You blurted, and then you felt him stiffen. He was still for a moment, and then he sat up, reaching for the lamp at the side of the bed, switching it on in an array of too-bright light.

“What? Why would you ask that?” He asked, his eyes wide, concern lighting up the grey of his irises. You stammered, then let your head fall to your hands. Pathetic, really. But beating yourself up would do no good if you didn’t get an answer. “Am I not too…” Too what? What were you that he couldn’t handle? “Am I not too broken? I can’t - I don’t know - I can’t fulfill you the way other people can.” His brows furrowed at that, and then he snaked his hand round your shoulders and tugged your head to his chest. He liked to be close to you, you knew that. You liked it, too, admittedly.

Jason sighed, and closed his eyes. “You’re not broken, and don’t let anyone tell you that you are.” He had, presumably, seen what was being said, too. Maybe it was impossible to avoid it, especially with the both of you being tagged and mentioned in most of it. Maybe it was naïve to have thought he’d be oblivious; naïve, you thought, but easier. “You’re not broken,” he repeated. “You’re everything, and you’re whole. You make me happy, and even that’s enough because God knows there’s not much else in this damned city that does that. You’re kind and you're generous and I’m sorry for dragging you into a world where people put you into question. You’re not broken, but you fix what is. You fix me, and that’s more fulfilling than anyone else could possibly be.”

He kissed your head, and brushed your wet cheeks. You hadn’t properly realised you were crying until you stopped and felt your lashes clumped together and the coolness of the tear stains on your face as the air hit. You nestled your head further into him. A good answer for a perfect boyfriend, a boyfriend who loved you for what you were and how you were.

You fell asleep there, soon after, to the hum of the building and the soft pattern of his fingers running up and down your back. You were pathetic, truly, for thinking there was a scenario where Jason didn’t love you or thought little of you. Looking at him, eyes lidded in slumber and breaths even with a comfort he could not summon anywhere else, there was no doubt that the boy was in love, and he was in love with you.

[abimess]

Could you do one where reader is an avenger with no powers, but she gets powers (teleportation) during a mission and Wanda helps her to control her new powers, and at the end reader like has fun and messes with Wanda? Oh and theyre best friends but they both like eachother and get together at the end? Sorry if that was a lot, love your fics!

Hi, anon! Thanks for the request, I really liked writing this one. I don’t know if that was what you expected but I hope you like it either way. Also, sorry this took a bit long, I’m working on this Wanda Maximoff x Reader series that I’m really excited about, but it’s kinda taking a lot of my time.

Anyway, good reading, everyone!

The annoying jumper

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: After you gained new powers you decide to use them on the best way possible: to scare your best friend.

Word count: 1.083

Warnings: none, I guess, just fluff

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- I can’t do this! – You scream, holding yourself to one of the pillars of the gym tightly as if your life depended on it (what considering the height, it probably did).  

After a (not so) successful mission in one of the Hydra's bases, you ended up getting shot. Not with a regular bullet, though. When the thing hit you, you felt your whole body starts to tremble. The next thing you remembered was Tony telling that the bullet contained an enhancement serum and it has changed your cells, but they didn’t figure out how exactly.  

A few hours later you did. As you walked to the fridge to get some milk, you instantly showed up at the tv room of the upper floor. Your mind went from “what the hell?” to “oh shit” within a second, as you understood what just happened.

And after that, you started to appear in the most random places at the compound.

A couple days ago, you ended up on Steve’s bedroom floor and the both of you only realized it when he tripped on you and fell over your body as he was walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Soon you and the rest of the team decided that it was time for you to start training your new abilities. And that’s how you found yourself in your current position, holding tightly to the pillar, almost ten feet from the ground with Wanda looking up at you from the ground.  

- Come on, (Y/n), you can do this! – She screams so you can hear her. Her voice full with patience and care to what you are completely grateful since she’s been trying to convince you to go down for about fifteen minutes now.

- What if I can’t and I fall onto the ground like some idiot piece of shit? – You say, analyzing the huge distance between you and the redhead that, if you were being honest, it only seemed to grow.

- You’re not a piece of shit. – She says laughing at your antics. – And I won’t let you fall, come on!

- Aren’t you going to say that I’m not an idiot?

- No, you kind of are an idiot. – She mocks with a smirk, trying to calm you down. - Come on, I’ll catch you.  

You take a deep breath and mumbles some words of reassurance to yourself. When you let go, you start to scream as the distance between you and the floor becomes really small really fast.

Wanda is already preparing herself to use her powers to catch you, but before she can, you disappear and reappear in front of her on the same second. You land on your feet trying to regain your balance and she looks at you with a proud smile.  

- See? I said you could make it.

- Well, I have a good instructor. – You say with a mocking flirtatious tone and she just rolls her eyes, but you notice she’s blushing.

- Do you think you can do it without having to put your life in danger? – She mocks and you try to teleport yourself to her side. You start to feel your head hurting a lot and you give up with a groan when you notice that nothing happens. She caresses your arm with a tender gaze. - That’s okay, maybe you just need to find another motivation other than risking your life. – She said and you didn’t quite understand what she meant. Until a few days later.

You enter on the kitchen and when you see Wanda having breakfast the two of you exchanged good mornings. You think about sitting next to Wanda and unintentionally you teleport yourself to the sit next to hers. At the action, Wanda lets out a sigh and startles, spilling her tea all over the table.

- Did I scare you? - You raise your brows, a playful smirk threatening to show on your face.

- Don’t you even think about it, (Y/l/n). – She warns with a threatening tone, but it was too late. You found your motivation.

On the days that follow you learned to control your powers really quickly as you were always using them to scare Wanda.

Sometimes she giggled along with the prank and slapped your arm playfully. However, most of the times you saw her face fills with irritation after the scare. The way her eyes glow red was amusing to you. Soon Wanda started throwing things at you with a not so friendly strength.

Last afternoon at the gym, you appeared in front of her. After she startled she immediately made a 70 pounds dumbbell fly through the air right into your face. To avoid the deadly object, you teleported and landed right next to Wanda, placing a kiss on her cheek. She pushed you away with a red flush on her cheeks that you weren’t quite sure if it was because of the training.

Deciding that you haven’t annoyed the redhead enough today, you go to her room. You knock on the door and as you notice Wanda starts to open it, you teleport to her room.

- Boo! – You say from behind her and giggles when she startles. An irritated sigh escapes her lips as she turns back to look at you.

- Won’t you please stop doing that? – She says, her voice a little higher than usual. When you shake your head with a smirk she tilts her head in that scary way that was so distinctive of her and her eyes glow red.

- You don’t scare me, Maximoff. In fact, there’s nothing you could do to stop me. – You say and she holds you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you to kiss you. When your lips touch, you feel your whole body surrendering to her as you place your hands on her waist. – Okay, maybe that will work.

You say breathlessly after the kiss ended and Wanda looks at you with a smile. She bites her lower lip before advancing towards you again. The kiss is more intense this time and you barely notice when you accidentally teleport the two of you to Wanda’s bed.  

- Was that intentional? – She asks with a mischievous tone, her eyebrows raised.

- Only if you want it to be.

- I’m still mad at you, you know? – She says, tightening the grip on your collar and you smirk.

- Oh really? Show me how.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ