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thank you sm for the tag!!

favourite colour: purple!! currently reading: a dowry of blood by S.T Gibson, loving the vampire vibes here after Im reading swimming in the dark by Tomasz Jedrowski, I have been so excited to read this queer novel for so long (especially since finding slavic ones is such a hasle) last song: King Herod's Song (from Jesus Christ Superstar) by Joshua Mostel, I think its pretty evident that I like the Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack last movie: I saw the tv glow, I have seen this quite a long time ago and I'm still not okay last series: Arcane, I think that one was pretty obvious if you look at my blog LMAO craving: smores tea or coffee: neither?? I only like tea if my mom makes it and I only like my coffee cold and with a lot of milk Currently working on: everything and nothing all at once!! I have been so busy this month that I didnt have time to work on anything but I dont have anything planned after this month so I will probably work on my dps ballet au, some crochet pieces and I hope to get back into drawing!!

I dont have anyone to tag so its open!!

Thank you so much for the tag @good--merits-accumulated !!

Favorite color: a dark green! Phthalocyanine green was brought to my attention recently and I love it

Currently reading: complicated question because I’m technically reading 7 books rn. But I plan on (hopefully) finishing Middlesex by Jeffery Eugenides soon and just started Notes of a Crocodile by Qiu Miaojin!!

Last song: Dambala by Exuma!! I’ve been listening to the album all day because 70s Bahamian music is something I didn’t know I needed in my life

Last movie: I forced my friends to watch The Company of Strangers (or Strangers in Good Company depending on where you look) for movie night last week because it’s one of my fav films of all time!!

Last series: …still have not watched anything past Squid Game 2. Technically Pop Culture Jeopardy if we’re just talking about TV shows. I plan on starting White Lotus soon though!

Craving: sour candy and Korean food (specifically kimchi fried pork)

Tea or coffee: coffee!! But like really sweetened and flowery flavors with oatmilk of course

Currently working on: so much tbh. Ignoring the multiple school assignments I’m juggling, I’m trying to finally finish my Anderperry WIP! I’m really close so I’m excited about that (I also randomly drafted a very rough idea for another fic that… I shan’t say because I fear it’ll be too complex for me to actually follow through with)

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[castles-in-the-eyre]

WANTED: one luka couffaine & the requisite incredible life-affirming cuddles. 🎼🎀

[starglow-xx]

i am so ready for tamon’s b-side to be released

i just listened to “eyes on you” for the first time today (the b-side version too!) and IM SO HYPED

this manga is literally one of my faves rn so i def recommend for anyone who’s into shoujos/romcoms!! and idol stuff too!!

everyone is so silly and i laugh all the time reading

anyways “eyes on you” will be on repeat for further notice <3

[6okuto-moved]

can you talk to me about Aki? I don't know if you've already told me about him already but I am not familiar with him

first 2 pics: he's on bokuaka level.. nobody play w me. i'm gonna try to not ramble..

aki's motivation is revenge/avenging his family killed by the gun devil when he was a kid.. he blames himself for his brother's death and his survivor's guilt propels him

he's tasked with taking care of denji and power, and while they don't get along at first, they grow closer and they're referred to as the hayakawa (found) family :'(

aki's motivation slowly shifts because with them, he has a family and a reason to live again 🙁

he can be very serious and blunt, but he cares about people a lot... he cries over those that die, and never fully closed himself off from those feelings, even though his job means so many deaths..

self-sacrificing... says he'll do anything if it means denji and power get to survive and be happy... he even does his best to save angel devil despite hating devils + his decreased life span decreasing more because of it...

as for characterization and my writing wise he's kinda like akaashi...? sorry i'm predictable ☹️ my headcanons from 2 yrs ago ... aki to me is kinda like,, if akaashi were more put together... the one popular fanon version of akaashi (/neutral /not mad, just a fan of akaashi who's more of a mess)

takes care of you and is softer/more gentle when it comes to you, but he'll still tease you and give his honest opinion when needed.. a dynamic where i'd be silly and he'd inevitably go along with it. he'd worry if you'd be happier with someone else, if he'll get to come home to you etc, what'll happen after he dies (at some point in the manga/anime, he only has 2 years left to live o(-(...)

aki / the hayakawa family's story is about love and family,, saving each other from loneliness,, resilience,, how taking care of somebody teaches them to care for others,, etc etc... Not that I care or Anything.

[bsturnzmtts]

Older bf! Matt who…

From older bf! Matt x sweetheart! Reader au

➳ Older bf! Matt who… surprises sweetheart!reader with spontaneous dates.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… loves holding sweetheart!readers hand whenever they’re together.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… is patient when sweetheart!reader gets nervous or shy.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… makes time for sweetheart!reader even when he’s busy, always finding small ways to make her feel special.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… is incredibly patient, always waiting for sweetheart!reader to open up at her own pace and never pushing her.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… always remembers little details about sweetheart!reader, like her favorite flower or how she likes her coffee.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… loves to tease sweetheart!reader about how cute she looks when she’s flustered, always making her blush.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… was sweetheart!reader first kiss.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… loved how sweetheart!reader was oblivious to his flirting when they were getting to know each other.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… always spoils sweetheart!reader by surprising her with gifts and paying for her stuff even though she refuses to.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… taught sweetheart!reader how to kiss and loves how flustered she gets after they make out.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… stole one of sweetheart!readers lace panties so he can touch himself with them.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… always gets hard when sweetheart!reader sits on his lap and finds it cute that you never notice.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… can’t admit that he’s obsessed with sweetheart!readers boobs, even if he hasn’t seen them or touched them yet he likes to admire them when she wears shirts with cleavage.

➳ Older bf! Matt who… can’t wait till sweetheart!reader is ready for him to corrupt her innocence…

A/n: let’s not talk about how long the customer text took to make pls…. But anyways I hope you guys like this.

I will be dropping “sweetheart! Reader who…” probably tomorrow!

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[jakesimfromstatefarm]

*pulls out chair and sits* okay but listen to me:

no doubt!jakeyn trying to kill a cockroach and then it starts flying.

IM CRYINGGGG i literally laughed out loud when i saw this in my inbox...and then again when i was imagining them while writing this..pls im pretty sure they would both faint at the same time . or jake would act all high & mighty bc he'll do anything for yn but....

this is just literal jakeyn crack for those of you who love their slices of life <3

���─── NOT THAT BIG 🪳 💭 ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

"It's literally not that big."

"Okay, see—" Jake squints at you. "—you say that, but you're also the one currently crouched on the kitchen counter asking me to kill it for you."

You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend like he personally betrayed you—until you catch your reflection in the microwave. Your hunched-up, shaking reflection.

Yeah, okay. He's not wrong.

But also—

You hate bugs. You despise bugs. Let alone cockroaches the size of a mini croissant.

Jake, on the other hand, tiptoes across the kitchen floor, armed with one of your precious sneakers in hand as a weapon.

His stance is wide.

His eyes narrowed.

He's trying to be brave for you.

He is failing.

"I don't even know where it went," he mutters, turning slowly with the shoe raised, ready for combat. "I swear it must have crawled into a vent and like, vanished or something."

Your grip tightens around yourself, "That's what it wants you to think, Jake. It's plotting. It's gonna lay eggs. Did you know German cockroaches lay up to fifty eggs?! Do you want FIFTY baby cockroaches in our apartment, Jake?!"

Jake freezes.

Gives you a look.

Lowers the shoe.

"Okay. You need to stop watching those weird nature documentaries before bed."

"AND YOU NEED TO KILL THE COCKROACH BEFORE IT LAYS FIFTY EGGS."

Jake flinches at your tone but nods determinedly, immediately locking in—because unfortunately, he's in love with you and would follow you off a cliff.

And then, right as he turns back around—

A massive, brown blur whizzes past the two of you from behind the fridge.

You scream.

Jake screams.

Limbs go flailing.

Eyes go wide.

The shoe clatters to the floor as the both of you immediately go sprinting out the kitchen and to the other room.

"IT'S FLYING—JAKE, IT'S FLYING—"

Jake dives onto the couch face-first.

You drop under your shared dining table, arms covering your head as if that protects you more.

"THEY FLY?! SINCE WHEN DO THEY FLY?!" Jake yells from the couch, his voice muffled, as he refuses to look up from the throw pillow his face is buried into.

"I TOLD YOU THIS. THIS IS WHY WE WATCH THOSE DOCUMENTARIES, JAKE."

The roach suddenly appears again, buzzing across the room.

You scream again.

Jake screams louder.

He hurls the pillow at it.

He misses. He hits the TV.

"I can't do it, Jake, I can't," you gasp as you curl into yourself under the table. "I think I'm going into shock."

"Babe. We need to get a grip," Jake pants, now from under the couch blanket he's rolled himself into. "We're adults. We can do this."

"Okay, then get the shoe."

"No."

"Jake."

A beat of silence.

Both your eyes lock together from across the war zone of your living room.

You nod.

Jake nods.

And then, in perfect, wordless understanding—

You both book it.

Jake throws off the blanket.

You roll out from under the table.

Both of you sprint down the hall, yelling at each other to GO, GO, GO, arms flailing at one another, grabbing the other while escaping the hostage situation.

And then—

Jake slams the bedroom door behind you two. Both of you collapse against the wood, breathless. Sweaty. And emotionally scarred.

"Baby?" Jake whispers.

"Yeah?"

He looks at you with wide, broken eyes, "You know I love you, right?"

You don't let him finish.

"Yeah," you say, already taking your phone out. "I'm calling Jungwon."

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[gm--requests]

Reading "with" JJK guys pt. 1

Nanami (slight nsfw), Suguru, Toji (slight nsfw), Sukuna

warnings - afab reader, "pet names" (baby, pretty girl, kid, woman, brat), implied smut, some nsfw/some sfw, talks of philosophy (absurdism and extremist freedom)

words - 2440

request - closed                     inbox thirsts: open 

plus size *fat* reader :) 

pt.2

a/n - i will be posting choso, megumi, itadori, and gojo next ^^ lmk if i forgot any warnings!! not proof read because it is 4:30 AM and i'm coming down from gardening so i really couldn't be bothered... anyways pls praise me for writing something!! and also if you know how to bring anime characters to life hmu, i promise i wont tell anyone else how and i only want to bring 2 (maybe 3) to life and only one of them is troublesome so i can skip him if i need to okay love you <3

Nanami - reading the same book right alongside you. No matter the genre or the source of the literature he is reading it with you. It’s not because he necessarily enjoys the reading itself, but more so because he loves being able to have another thing to share with you. You can talk about it over dinner or in the bedroom. It also gives him a default on sporadic gift giving. It’s not like he’s spending his money on himself, so when you get into a specific series or an author you like drops a new book, you can guarantee you have a hardback copy upon release if not pre-release. He always buys you the nicest version and himself a paperback.  

Nanami’s brows furrow as he reads, “This is more explicit than I expected.” 

You giggle, “You say that every time.”

Nanami cracks a small smile and glances over at you, “I suppose I do…” 

The two of you go back to reading in a peaceful silence until a soft and incredulous, “oh…” leaves your mouth. 

Nanami looks at you as soon as you begin speaking, “I didn’t expect all of that…” 

He slowly nods, “I’m assuming you made it to the portion where he gets a bit… violent?” 

“He fucks her open wound Kento!” Your voice loud, truly flabbergasted. 

Nanami nods again, “Yes it would seem so… They both enjoyed it, though.” 

“When you said it was more explicit I expected you to be being a bit prude,” Nanami raises an eyebrow at this, “But no– It really is more explicit! Even I don’t think I’m into that. Maybe the knife-play itself, but not the wound intercourse…” 

“Am I normally prude?” He asks seemingly ignoring everything else said as he brings a large hand up to remove his glasses as he faces you fully, expectantly. 

‘Well, I dunno…” 

“You don’t know?” He cocks his head, “You didn’t find me to be too prude when you begging me to put a baby in you last night, pretty girl.” 

Your eyes widened comically at his statement, “Kento!” you gasped, face ablaze and he chuckled warmly at your reaction. 

“Perhaps, I can take the rest of the afternoon to show you just how lecherous I can truly be,” He pulled his plain white tee shirt over his head as he spoke. All you could do is grip your book like a useless shield. 

Before you could process it, said “shield” is pulled from your hands and placed on the bedside table, as Nanami climbs over you with a thick thigh pressing between your squishy ones. He brings his face to the crook of your neck, nosing at your soft jaw until you tilted your head. Nanami nips and licks at your neck. 

“Seems like my pretty girl has two heart beats,” he teases, bringing his hands to your waist and making you grind firmly against his thigh. You whimper and he smiles against your neck before coming to meet your eyes. 

“I’m not going to cut you up or anything, but I’m certainly going to fuck you until you’re stupid, my pretty girl.”

You can’t really respond at all with his lips pressed against your own.

Suguru - loves it because it gives him time to work on his own things like writing manifestos and being idealistic. 

You’re snuggled comfortably into your bed, so engrossed in your book that the world outside doesn’t exist. Suguru on the other hand is sitting at your desk across the room, bent over his own work. Two notebooks and three philosophy books are spread out. His eyes shifted from one to the next as he went from scribbling different notes to highlighting and annotating. 

If anyone walked in and saw the two of you, they’d never believe that this is what either of you considered to be a good date night, but they were in fact wrong. 

Lo-fi music filled the background ever so subtly and the rain pouring down outside elevated the whole experience. 

Every once in a while one of you would speak and break the other out of their bubble. 

“‘Ruru!” You exclaimed, “they kissed!” 

Immediately Geto was turning in the desk chair, beaming at you, “Fuckin’ finally. I was starting to think it wouldn’t happen until book 4.” 

You groaned, “I knowww! I can only handle so much slow burn before it starts to feel like I’m roasting myself over an open forest fire. And I’ll be honest,” he looked at you amusedly, “I wouldn’t have waited that long. If they wouldn’t have kissed in this book, I would have said fuck it to the whole series.” 

He laughed and shook his head, “You always say that, but then 12 books later you’re still invested~” Suguru’s tone was cheeky as he swiveled back around. 

“You don’t know.” you grumbled. 

—

“Y’know,” Suguru begins. You put your book down and look at him quizzically as he turns towards you, his own book in hand, “I think Jean-Paul Sartre might have really been on to something with his ideas on absurdism.” 

He can’t see the confusion on your face as he doesn’t look up as he continues speaking, “He says Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance… and I think to some degree, I agree with this. The idea that we are born without a purpose and in order to live a fulfilling life we are forced to find something that feels like it gives us purpose, but inherently this is weakness because if we are bound by nothing then we can become anything.”

You look at him, confusion and skepticism written all over your face. “But I thought you said earlier that this guy also said that we are ‘condemned to be free’...” 

Suguru nods fervently, obviously excited by all the thoughts he’s having, “Yes! He did, and that is also true! Because freedom is also suffering. We are born to do nothing, forced to make ourselves do something, and will suffer throughout it all. The concept really ties into the idea of Dukkha in Buddhism, of course I’m certain Sartre wasn’t thinking of any such thing, nonetheless if the idea of life is to suffer and we were born to exist in suffering due to a lack of purpose, the ultimate escape from that is to find comfort in the freedom. To become the one who’s idea and “purpose” is to be free and lead others to freedom. Right?” 

His pupils are blown and he’s making sporadic wild gestures with his hands and all you can do is stare at him enamored by his enthusiasm, but completely lost on the concepts that he is firing off. 

“I personally think,” Suguru looks at you expectantly, “that freedom doesn’t exist. Not fully and I don’t think it ever could. To me I am free because I am able to do as I please with my life in the sense of loving you or reading this book. I can get up and go make a sandwich right now or I could ask you for a milkshake and I would still be just as free as the next guy and just as trapped as him too. Even if you went on to be a great leader who brought people to freedom, are they really free when they are following you and taking your word for things? I mean they made the choice, but doesn’t influence affect freedom?” 

You have no idea if what you’ve said is even remotely intelligible, but Geto looks at you with love and adoration, “I hadn’t given that much thought, baby, thank you.”

You grin at him, “Mhm~!” 

When he turns around you feel like a fraud, but go back to your book with a shrug. 

This is love.

Sakuna - huffs and puffs and threatens to ban books from the world if you don’t love on him. Has destroyed multiple books, to which he always replaces because he hates to see you upset.

“C’mere woman! You mean to tell me some fictional story is more important than serving your husband?” all four arms crossed, his frown deepening when you wave him off. 

“I express my want for you and yet you dare to defy me?” His voice is booming. 

You sigh and meet his eyes, “‘Kunaaaa~, I’m trying to read!” you whine and he sucks his teeth. 

“Tch– you had ample time to read while I was out, woman. Now I am home and I expect you to greet me properly.” 

Your bottom lip juts out, “I already gave you a kiss and welcomed you home. I even waited by the door in the way you like,” your tone is still defiant and whiny, “I even made the bed comfy and made your favorite tea just like uraume taught mee… Let me read a bit!” 

Sukuna glares daggers, “I do not care about those things,” he closes the distance between the two of you and plucks the book from your hands before shredding it with his own, “You will give me what I want when I demand it, brat.”  

No matter how many times this happens it never ceases to shock you into silence. Tears immediately welling up in your eyes as you look at the pages and covers of the book that now litter the floor around you. 

Without words you stand up and walk to your shared bed, climbing in it and covering up with the blanket. Sukuna grins wide, thinking himself successful forgetting the reality of the outcome as it has been in the past but when he climbs into the bed and goes to pull you close you stiffen and turn away. 

Again he sucks his teeth, easily manhandling your plush body to be atop his, “Stop this foolishness woman! I have no time for your childish games.” One of his big hands comes and grabs your face, making you meet his eyes. When your watery eyes meet his, he can’t help the way his shoulders sag a bit and his grip on you loosens. His sneer turned into a subtle frown. You sniffle and look away. 

“That was really shitty of you Ryoumen.” Your voice is small and finally the curse sighs and releases you back to your side of the bed. 

A long bout of silence falls between the two of you before he finally, begrudgingly breaks it.

“Fine. I apologise.” The words make him want to vomit, or commit a war crime, and he thinks about doing both when you don’t respond to him with anything more than a defeated ‘it’s okay’.

The next day when you wake up with swollen eyes and an empty bed, you can’t help but dread the rest of the day that will follow. Unable to go to the library in his home, unable to leave his room, and alone until who knows when. 

But by the time you finish your morning shower and skin care, the door to Sukuna’s chambers is opening and closing with a loud slam. You jump out of your skin, still half naked, fumbling to cover your unclothed breasts, Sukuna quickly makes his way towards you. 

“Here.” he grunts, shoving a signed hardback version of the book you were reading last night into your hands, which leaves you uncovered and surprised. 

“‘Kuna-,” you turn the book over in your hands and gasp at the signature on the inside label, “You didn’t have to do this…” you try to be humble, but your smile is becoming harder and harder to contain. 

“Don’t look so thrilled, woman,” his smile is only seen in the slight twitch of the corner of his mouth. As he stares at you he takes in your unclothed softness and finally the smile stretches fully across his face.

 “If you’re so happy, repay your husband for his kindness.” 

Toji - indifferent. Makes you read when his shows are on. Buys you steals a pair of nice earbuds so you can listen to whatever the fuck music fits your story while not interrupting his show and so his show isn’t interrupting you. Has to be touching you and you have to stay in the same room as him. 

“My show comes on in seven minutes, get your ass in here.” Toji hollers

His scarred lips are set in a lazy smirk as you quickly respond to his call and come prancing into the room. Toji sits directly in the middle of the couch, arms draped long against the back of it, legs spread wide. Sweatpants draped low and no shirt. You hand him a beer and try not to ogle him too much. 

“Thanks, kid,” he winks at you before patting the spot beside him on the sofa with his free hand, “Now c’mon. Ya look too good to not be touching me somehow.” 

Your face heats with his words, but you do sit. Moving a pillow for comfort, you rest your upper back against the arm of the couch and throw your legs over his lap. 

“Yer lucky my shows on, dressed like this, it’s like yer tryna tempt me, kid.” his big hand grabs at your soft, fat, bare thigh and you huff. 

“I always dress like this! Now drink your beer and watch your stupid show, so I can read.” You’d never admit it but you dress this way because you know he likes it. One of his shirts, whatever pair of panties matched it, and a pair of fuzzy socks. Despite your plumpness, Toji's shirts make you look like you’re drowning in the fabric and you know that is all it ever really takes to get his attention– looking like you belong to him.

You don’t have to admit to knowing this, because he already knows, so Toji just laughs and squeezes your sensitive inner thigh roughly.  

“‘M putting in my earbuds now, don’t bother me.” You try to say it sternly, but it just makes him grin. 

“Whatever,” he laughs, “Enjoy your book, ‘cause you’ll be too busy to read afterwards.” 

You roll your eyes and he takes a swig from his beer, his hand rubbing up and down your leg, “Hope you’re reading some of that freaky shit you like to get into,” his eyes don’t leave the TV, “you’re always more sensitive when you do.” 

You swat at him and he snickers. You want to respond, but the opening theme to his show begins and you know better than to try and be a brat now. So instead you huff and start your music. 

Pouting because he was right… you were reading “that freaky shit.” 

[loveanddeepdick]

hello! I saw you do writing for Stardew Valley! So excited bout that :>

Would you be able to do some fluff and/or smut about Shane please? He’s my comfort character, love him sm sm <3

HI ANONN im so sorry my inbox wasn't loading old ones, pls blame my laptop from 2013 lol.. anyways heres ur headcannons!

cw and notes: i dont know shane well but i really liked this lol

shane who at first grunts when you coddle or care for him. he turns away, mumbling about you "doing too much" or you being "dramatic". in reality, he's only hiding how flustered you get him. he has to bite the inside of his cheek when you walk by, when you hold his hand, when you speak to him, he probably knows your scent and gets giddy when he knows you're seconds away from bombarding him with all your love!

shane who sometimes gets pressured by willy to drink with him, both of them coming home around the same time, running into each other in the evening as he's going to your farm and willy's going to the bar.

"ain't drinkin' no more, son? c'mon! don't be fuckin pussy, grab a bear!"

"i'm good. got someone to go home to".

no matter how many comments he gets about drinking, he know he comes home to a better taste than any alcohol. you.

shane who claims he's not much of a romantic nor is he sentimental, but one day when you visit him, you realize that he was out for errands and only little jasmine was home. she greets you with a hug, jumping in excitement as she drags you somewhere, babbling on about how she had to show you something.

she goes in their old storage room, digging in a box until she pulls out a small cardboard container. urging you to open it, your jaw drops as it was filled with letters piled upon letters, all addressed to you.

some had even dated back to the month you two had met. none had never been mailed out and opening them revealed that most of them were never even finished.

"i'm a fucking coward. i know i am. i drink all damn day, come home, crash on the floor, dream about you. jas asks about you too. thinks you're a pretty one. can't disagree with her but you deserve better. maybe i'll do something heroic in this life so in the next one, i can deserve you"

you kept all of them, never telling shane, but when he came home with a smile and a box of ingredient to make your favorite food, you decide that yes, he's done more than enough to deserve this life.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

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Summary: The gang comforting youngersister!reader after she gets cheated on. Warnings: cheating, bad ex Author's note: forgive me ladies of seperate headcannons, i am doing it all in one fic im soooo slleeeepyy </3, also forgive me lady haters of y/n and all the weird bf/n thingys i literally do not know what to call this evil ex boyfriend im not ramona flowers i am so sorry.

Tears dropped past your eyes like pearls. You wiped them hastily as you walked along the street, hugging the curb and praying it was just a little warmer. Your shivering breath came out in cold fog and your lashes were cold with fresh tears. You're not usually in a state like this, shaken and crying, walking alone on the street near night, but your boyfriend of 1 year just cheated on you with his 'girl that got away', and as much as you wanted to be cozied up right now, the thought of being alone for another night struck you deep down. You dragged your feet walking to the Curtis's house, you would rather die than burden the sweetest family in town with your silly tears, but you craved their comfort. When you got there, the TV was still on, the familiar voice of Mickey Mouse putting a soft smile on your lips. Two-Bit must be there, he'd surely make you laugh. You knocked lightly, knuckles gently tapping on the worn wood of their door. "Hello?" You called, peeking your head in. To your shock, the whole gang was there, wrapped up in blankets and snacking on food like a girly sleepover. You giggled and Sodapop looked up. "Hey, Y/n!" He smiled warmly at you. The rest of the gang followed in a chorus of 'hello's and 'hi's. You waved, slightly turning to see the TV screen. The light of the television caught your tear stained cheeks. "Oh, Y/n, what's wrong?" Johnny asked, concern etched onto his face. "Hm?" You asked, looking up, momentarily forgetting about your past woes until you were met with worried eyes from everyone in the room, (except Dallas, who's gaze was still as hard as steel). Your hand moved to your cheek, lightly swiping over the tear-tracks, trying to remove the stain from your skin, erase the issues, sink into ignorance. Darry got up and handed you a tissues and then Pony followed, giving you a side hug. Your eyes welled with tears. "What's wrong, Y/n?" Steve repeated, getting up and patting your back lightly. You blinked, but the tears fell anyways. "My..boyfriend, he cheated on me," You said, inbetween sobs. Pony hugged you tighter, his actions compensation for his lack of words. "Oh, kid," Darry said affectionately, a sad smile on his lips as he pushed your hair from your face. Steve led you to the middle of the room, the center of the blankets, and the perfect spot in front of the TV. Two-Bit moved over to make room for you. As soon as you sat, the rest of the gang jumped to comfort you. Two-Bit covered your shoulders with blankets and Sodapop ran to get your favorite drinks. Johnny lightly wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. Dallas, however, sat on the couch, flipping his favorite switchblade, face unmoving. "What was your boyfriend's name again?" Dallas asked, out of the blue. Two-Bit turned to him, eyebrow raised. "That's not ominous at all.." He retorted, making you laugh slightly. He grinned to himself at pulling a laugh from you. "Ex..and his name is Bf/n" You bit your lip at the thought of him. So much time, and effort, and love that just disappeared. You whispered a 'thank you' to Ponyboy who handed you a warm mug of Darry's famous hot cocoa. "Bf/n? Really? That guy..." Dallas said, eyes never moving from the gleam of his blade. "You're freaking me out, man" Sodapop laughed. "No, I just mean...well I've fought the guy before, he's nothing special." Dallas looked up and shrugged. "You gotta get better at choosin' your men, kid." "Yeah, that sounds real smart coming from you," You rolled your eyes, the weight on your shoulders finally easing a bit. "Yeah, Dal' you're not exactly Cupid," Steve joked. "Better than you and that one chick down at the town fair," Dally retorted and you giggled at the memories. As the guys chattered over eachother, Darry came back and sat down, placing more blankets over you. "Hey, do you need something else?" Johnny asked, quietly, his voice underneath all the chatter but still the most prominent to you. You shook your head with a smile gracing your lips. "This is good."

[allimili]

Hi hello

I'm alli. I do mostly doodles. I post what comes from my little brain so I may do some works thats inapropriate for the eyes like gore and stuff. Also do OCs and yumeships! I only draw for inbox reqs but there's a chance I draw outside of it :3

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BOY NEXT DOOR 3 - ( c.s )

part two

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- swearing, a bit of drinking

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: part three baby here we go! hope you guys enjoy!! if i forgot a tag it either wouldn’t let me or i missed it (if i missed u pls comment and i’ll fix it right up). anyways kisses for u all i hope ur having a good day, my inbox is open for anything as always MWAH

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it’s been a day since the kiss, and you still haven’t told a single soul. for some reason, you’re way too scared to admit what happened to your roommates, even though you know they’d be the last to judge you for it.

and yet you just can’t, despite the fact that it’s been eating you alive for over twenty-four hours straight. saying it out loud makes it real, so you decided it was best to keep it inside.

however, you still need to give chris his jersey back, which you’ve been neglecting to do because you don’t want to see him.

or maybe because you’re scared.

it’s an involuntary thought, and it makes you angry. there’s nothing to be scared of, because he doesn’t have any power over you.

right?

you grab his jersey off the top of your dresser. it’s all clean, and it still smells like detergent from when you washed it yesterday. you’ve been putting it off all day, and it’s time for that to stop.

the sun is nearly gone, so you head down the stairs, silently thankful that ramona and cassidy are both are both runnings errands as you slip out the front door.

you’re in your comfy clothes, black sweats and baby blue hoodie that you stole from cass, and you’re immediately regretting the fact that you didn’t grab a jacket.

you hurry across the lawn, passing the cars parked in the driveway. there’s an unfamiliar red one at the end, and it almost makes you pause, but the possibility doesn’t fully connect in your mind yet.

so you head up the steps and knock on the door loudly, still very much so a woman on a mission.

it takes a moment, a long moment, before someone comes to open it for you. it’s connor, which is unfortunate, because you really weren’t prepared to speak with anyone besides the one boy you’re actually looking for.

he looks a little confused, but he smiles nonetheless. “what’s up?”

“i’m just, uh, trying to drop off chris’s jersey.” any bit of confidence you had is gone now as you choke on your words.

connor’s eyes widen a little as his grin fades, though you can tell he’s trying to play it off. “he’s a little busy right now, but i’ll get it to him.”

your eyebrows furrow as he reaches his arms out, like he’s trying to rush the process along without any more interrogation.

“busy with what?” you question, though you hand it over regardless.

he looks at you for just a half a second too long, like he’s waiting for you to piece it together, and then it clicks. chris is busy because he has a girl over, and that’s her car in the driveway.

you wish it didn’t phase you, but you can feel your face morphing into an emotion that borders disgust and anger.

“oh, i see.” is all you say, because you’re already fucking embarrassed beyond belief.

you turn and head back down the stairs, trying to ignore the way your stomach is flipping like you’re going to throw up.

connor doesn’t say anything. instead you hear the door close, and you feel completely numb as you walk back to your own porch. part of it is because of the cold, and part of it is because you feel so stupid.

you’re not sure what you were expecting, but that was exactly what you should’ve anticipated knowing chris.

you step back into the warmth of your own home, and even when you close and lock the door, a shiver chases you.

you head back up to your bedroom, kicking your shoes off by the door. you want further confirmation, so you peek through the curtains that hang over your window.

chris’s room, which is coincidentally directly across from yours, reveals nothing besides a dim light that peeks through the closed blinds.

you let the drapes fall back into place, still in shock. it was so ridiculous to believe for even a second that he was any different than he had been for the last six months.

you should’ve taken him at his word. he doesn’t date, and he’s not interested in you beyond teasing you or making you look like an idiot.

and you refuse to be taken for a fool.

you pace along the floor for a second until you decide you deserve some wine. you know there’s at least half a bottle in the fridge, and maybe it’ll help you calm the hell down.

a few minutes later you’re back upstairs, huddled up in your bed with a book you had started earlier in the day, sipping from your glass as you read.

it’s hard to fall into the fantasy world you picked out at first, but then you begin to feel your cheeks flush and your eyes are suddenly devouring the words.

you’re so enveloped in the plot, completely unaware that your roommates had gotten home until ramona walks in. it startles you, so much so that you lose your page.

she pauses to take in your state; the empty glass, the minimal leftovers in the bottle you brought with you, your droopy eyes.

“wine before 7 p.m. on the lord’s day? you’re crazy.” she jokes with a grin.

you shrug, also smiling a little bit. “felt like getting a little wild.”

mona puts a hand on her hip and nods toward the door she just entered through. “well, could i maybe convince you to take this crazy train downstairs so we can catch up on VPR? we’re like, three episodes behind now.”

you snap your book closed and roll out of bed, which you can tell by her snort looks far from graceful.

“all you had to say was VPR.”

you sit at your desk, gnawing on your bottom lip as you try to focus on the stupid online homework prompts that are due soon. the overcast afternoon light pours into your room, and you hear your phone buzz against the wood.

chris

still playing hard to get?

you roll your eyes before you can help it. the text doesn’t surprise you, because he’s been messaging you for the past few days, ever since he inevitably found out you stopped by from connor.

chris

that’s clearly a yes.

you wonder how many times he’s going to text you as you put your phone down to pull your hair out of your face, tying it up at the back of your head.

once again, you hear the device vibrate, and you flip it to glance at the screen.

chris

i can see you ignoring me you know

your eyes betray you as you glance out the window, just to find chris standing in front of his own. he’s pouting at you with his phone in his hand, hair all curly and damp like he just got out of the shower.

you stand up from your chair without a second thought and take a few steps so you can yank your curtains closed.

he might refuse to believe it, but you’re not playing hard to get. you just can’t fucking stand him.

chris

now that’s just cold

come onnnnnn princess

y/n

holy shit

do NOT call me princess

chris

you love it

y/n

i hate you

chris

if you don’t stop this i’m coming over there

y/n

i’d like to see you try asshole

chris

fine.

you pull back one curtain to call his bluff, and your heart actually drops when you see that he’s not standing there anymore. that just means he’s probably on his way over already.

you have no idea if cass or ramona are home or in their rooms or what. but you do know that you’re locking your door, and if he makes it through the house undetected he’s not getting into your room.

you sit on the edge of your bed for a moment, waiting because you don’t know what else to do with yourself. and then the knock comes, right before chris twists the handle and finds it locked.

“open up.” he demands, his gruff voice muffled through the door.

“no.”

“i’ll go downstairs and get cass if you don’t let me in.” he threatens, which doesn’t really scare you.

cassidy will kick his ass out if she realizes you don’t want him here. you’ll have to explain some things, but it’s probably time to do that anyways.

“you’re being a baby and you’re wasting your time. go home, chris.” you reiterate.

“come on, i just want to talk.” he wiggles the handle once again, like that will somehow open it.

“then call a sex addiction helpline.” you reply hotly, glaring at the slab of wood that separates you as if you can actually see him, though you’re glad you can’t.

“can you please open the door?”

“nope.”

“jesus, you’re so stubborn it’s ridiculous.” he groans, and you hear his forehead thump against the door.

he’s growing frustrated now, and even though you’re heated too, you kind of love it.

“so are you! how many times do i have to tell you to leave?” you shoot back.

it’s silent for a moment, which scares you. then you hear a small sigh.

“i didn’t think i would have to do this.”

the lock on the door begins to twist and turn rapidly, and you leap forward to grab it with your hand.

chris twists it hard and your fingers fumble to keep it jammed. your thumb is already in pain, and the harder he pushes the closer you are to failing. you’re finally forced to let go as chris comes shoving his way into your room a few seconds later.

even though he stumbles slightly, he looks so proud of himself, clutching the heavy duty paper clip he used to get inside.

“there, that’s better.” he says smugly.

you watch his eyes take in your room, covered in posters and full of random artifacts, and you hate it. for some reason, it feels deeply personal.

“holy shit, why don’t you just go home already?”

it’s impossible to keep your tone level anymore as you turn away from him.

“i’m here now, so you have to talk to me.”

“no, i really don’t.” you reply before plopping down onto your mattress, crossing your arms as you lean against the headboard.

“don’t be a brat.” chris follows your lead, even though you weren’t inviting him to join you.

he falls beside you, sprawling out on his back by your feet. his shirt raises over his sweats, exposing a bit of skin above the band of his boxers, and you have to tear your eyes away.

you can feel the warmth of his body, can smell his aftershave mixed with hints of some kind of fresh body wash, and all of it drives you crazy.

you curl your body into itself so there’s as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“why are you so mad?” chris turns his head slightly so he can look at you.

“i’m not mad, you just disgust me.”

this makes him smile. “i beg to differ, i think you like me.”

without hesitation, you extend one leg to kick him in his side. even though it’s not very forceful, he lets out a little groan of surprise, hand going to rub his hip as he frowns.

“you didn’t have to kick me, damn.”

“you deserved that.” you argue, tucking your knees back to your chest.

this time he stays silent and just looks at you. his eyes scan your face, darting down to your lips every other second, and you’re suddenly very aware of your surroundings.

“what the fuck are you staring at?” you ask in a brief moment of panic.

his eyes are so unnerving. it’s like he can see right through you.

“you’re pretty.” chris shrugs before averting his gaze back to the ceiling.

your face flushes, and you force yourself to remember the embarrassment from the other day, how stupid you felt after discovering that he’s still the same old player that sits beside you now.

“shouldn’t you be giving some other girl an STD or something?” you snap, and he huffs out a breathy laugh.

“first of all, i’m totally clean. and if you’d actually let me explain, you’d realize the girl that was over on sunday is just an ex fling who was picking up some old stuff.”

his clarification shocks you, though you still don’t necessarily believe it yet. he could be lying, even though it doesn’t seem like he is.

“you’re seriously telling me you weren’t hooking up with her?” you ask.

“it was strictly platonic. nothing happened.” he confirms, shifting to face you again.

chris lifts his hand to trace gentle patterns along your shins, and you don’t shy away this time. the feeling of his palms, even when separated by your leggings, is far nicer than you imagined.

“okay.” you mutter simply.

“you’ve been ignoring me the entire week and all i get is an ‘okay’?” he halts his movements so he can curl his fingers into air quotes.

“what would you like me to say?”

“an apology would be a nice start.”

you bark out a laugh. “an apology for what? for not talking to you? because i really didn’t take you for the sensitive type.”

he just shakes his head, nudging your legs with one of his knuckles lightly. “god, you and that headstrong attitude will be the death of me.”

“can’t wait.” you quip back, and now its his turn to chuckle.

silence settles over the two of you for a moment, and you’ve been far too close for too long, so you move to stand once again.

“alright, well, we talked. time for you to get lost.” you motion toward the door.

chris sits up, running a hand through his messy hair before he replies. “look, we don’t have another game until sunday, so we’re hosting at the house tomorrow. you should come.”

you raise an eyebrow and tap your chin, like you’re really contemplating. “i’ll have to think about it.”

“please? it’ll only be fun if you go.” he flashes you a charming smile, and you hate that it actually does kind of work.

“maybe i’ll make a special appearance. maybe.” you point a wary finger at him as he gets back on his feet.

“that’s what i like to hear.” chris says, making his way toward you.

you expect him to pass right by, but he lingers, like there’s something else on his mind. he stares down at you with those big blue eyes, and you can feel yourself slipping into dangerous territory.

“is there something else?” you ask softly, and the sound of your voice is maddening to him.

you don’t even try to tempt chris on purpose, he knows this, and yet everything about you is so enticing. not to mention he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the kiss since it happened, or that pretty little mouth of yours.

but he shakes his head again, because the things he’s thinking about you so early on in this strange relationship frighten him.

“uh, no, sorry. i’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully.”

and then he blows right by you without waiting for a response, disappearing just as quickly as he arrived.

[booliuu]

∘₊꒰ Eyeless Jack Headcanons!! ꒱∘₊

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : i’m back!! writers block has been really bad lately and work has been keeping me busy🤕🤕. im sorry about not posting for a while but i’m here to post again!! :DD enjoy my ramblings of one of my favorite crp’s!✨😌 heavily inspired by a bunch of films i was watching last weekend and while watching them , it made me think of jack lol. by the end of the films, i had A LOT of headcanons already written in my notes app lmaoo .

✰ - next creep’s i’m going to write about is either bloody painter , homicidal liu, possibly x-virus!! so keep a look out :3<.

warnings: talks of cults , a bit of bl*od. lmk if i’m missing anything ^^.

my inbox is open for asks!! if you like my content don’t forget to like , comment , & reblog❤️. enjoy reading!

* pictures: from pinterest🩵 (i don’t know the artist for this gorgeous ej fanart but if you do know pls comment!! thx <3. )

💉. . . Full name : Jack Nyras.

💉. . . doesn’t like the name or being called eyeless jack generally speaking because he doesn’t like thinking about his past..

💉. . .so he goes either by jack or ej!! :DD

💉. . . age: mid 20’s (24-26).

💉. . . bisexual!!

💉. . . nocturnal!! he’s not.. (more like never) out during the day because his poor eye sight make him very sensitive to light . buuut..!! most definitely catch him walking late at night around the mansion or the woods.

💉. . . his normal get up is a baggy black hoodie ( bro it’s looks comfy as hell i’m jealous..!!) , underneath the hoodie is a turtleneck , wears black baggy jeans, his mask , and combat boots. ( also carries his signature weapon which is a scalpel ^^ .)

💉. . . i headcanon him that he can somewhat see. lemme elaborate on that rq.

➯ don’t get me wrong it’s not clear at all, sees very little of his environment. it’s very..i mean very burry so he heavily relies on his other senses such mainly his ears , his hands , & echolocation!!

💉. . . gets really bothered by the black goop that comes out of his eyes lol. it pisses him off so bad liiike when he’s working on someone’s wounds… oooh boy..

💉. . . especially when it gets in his medical equipment, the bandages that he uses for the creeps … ect ect..

💉. . . has reallyyy sensitive ears!!.. which means he can hear pretty dang good. like it’s really impressive^^ i’m talking if your one of his victims…. your screwed bro idk what to tell you. your days are numbered by a couple of seconds 😔 until he catches up to you lol.

💉. . . has sharp nails it’s close to claws ngl, that can pretty much tear up anything up easily. such as human flesh…

💉. . . before he come a demon, he was studying in the medical field and trying to get a degree..!! (⌒▽⌒)♡

💉. . . not really knowing what major or department specifically what he should put his time and effort on.

💉. . . so he kept joining and dropping different classes and courses bc he can’t make up his mind .. all he knew is that he wanted to help people and make the world a better place.

➯ however it mostly stems from his parents specifically his mom that had really big academic expectations for him at a young age . growing up he’s very quiet and kept to himself . literally perfect grades and at least knows an instrument that his mom made him learn.

➯ when he got older, his mom pushed him so much to join the medical field ( bc she couldn’t due to her pregnancy ) and if he mention any other classes it’s immediately denied.

➯ his parents didn’t have the best education growing up so when they have there son, it’s kinda thing where they pushed him to make up what they didn’t have.

💉. . . his thoughts mainly consist of if he should become a nurse , doctor, an assistant, or even if this is the right path he should be taking ect.. ect.. he wanted to join other classes & majors but his parents ( who were paying for his school) pushed him to stay in the medical field so he really didn’t have a choice..

💉. . . he didn’t really have much friends nor (except a little friend group he doesn’t see often but once in a blue moon yk?) even interested in dating bc he was really occupied with his own studies to even care about what’s outside of that if that makes sense.

💉. . . ok lemme TAAAALK.. liiike 👉👈 heeear me out yall

💉. . . he was most likely those guys that MANYYY PPL in his college had crushes on😭😭. because he’s cute and mysterious no lie …. manyof them admired him for his knowledge and passion for his projects , his papers , ect…

💉. . . a honest definition would be hot nerd. doesn’t really talk to anyone but only if the professor calls him though , gets work done, doesn’t care too about his looks but ppl think he’s cute but when the professor calls on him.. he can TAAALK FOR HOURS ON GHE TOPIC LIIIKEEE ..

💉. . . FINE SHYYYYTT😮‍💨😮‍💨 he still is lol .. OKOKOK anyways…

💉. . . let’s just saaaay … he had A LOT of secret admires he doesn’t even know about let’s be for reeeeal.. 💔💔

💉. . . anyways back in the topic in hand, he has major trust issuesss.. to the max. for real.

💉. . . like i’m talking it’s going to be a WHOLE while for him even consider yourself as a friend. has a lot of metal packaging. so be ready for that.

💉. . . but once you become his friend or even loverrr, he is very sweet and chill. a bit awkward too lol. will teach you medical advice, care , or random medical stuff that he just learned from somewhere or back when he was in college .

💉. . . he’s giving black cat energy, but in actuality he’s pretty nice once you get to know him. granted he does have a cold and sadstic side to him that he saves for creeps he doesnt like. *cough* JEFF , the rake* cough

ok some angst… we’re going to talk his past.

- ‼️i just want to say i couldn’t find eyeless jack’s original lore post so im sorry if this is not accurate >< !! im wring this based on memory !

💉. . . he become the way he is because his “friend” told him one night while hanging out in his dorm to join him to this festival that’s far away from the town that the college is. heavily suggested ( boarder line forced him-) for him to come visit there “family”.

💉. . . little does jack know it’s a cult… his friend trick him to go because his friend thought he would be a prefect candidate for there ritual …

💉. . . while there, jack didn’t know it was a cult but just thought it was just a family festival that’s comes every so often.. that has very weird gatherings and events happening but he didn’t think much of it… until it was too late.

💉. . . until that night that turn him into what he is right now. all he could remember is everyone is in robes covering there faces and surrounding him in a circle, him tied tightly on a chair and in front of him is a man that has a scooper and bowl.. for his eyes..

💉. . . after his transformation, his friend didn’t believe what he saw and basically ran away. for jack.. he didn’t let that slide. little does his friend know jacks hearing & smell has greatly changed so long story short it didn’t take long to find him .

💉. . . after finding him he k*lled the rest of the cult and join slender shortly afterwards …

end of angst 𓂅₊ ⊹𓄹 . . .

💉. . . now that he’s a demon, his physique has changed from when he was human.

💉. . . for starters , he’s much more taller. he used to be 5’10 or somewhere around that. now he’s standing 6’5 or even taller. oh lord . he even can tower most creeps in the mansion . but he’s not close even slender or LJ’s height.

💉. . . his skin much more darker and grayer, nails are longer and sharper, his teeth.. PH MH GOD it’s much more keen. capable of biting through anything. i dare say it’s much more like fangs. ears that can practically hear your own heart beat /or foot’s steps even though your far away from his reach. basically everything of his anatomy has changed.

💉. . . he knows his hearing and sight has changed for the better (../or worse honestly ), his goal is to not make it his weakness. he knows to many creeps that will take advantage of this.

💉. . . his medical room. don’t get me started. you think it’s messy, smells bad , blah blah blah…. everything is disorganized and cluttered.

💉. . . listen. he didn’t take and paid those medical classes he took in college to come to waste.

💉. . . it’s literally the equivalent of medical rooms that you see in hospitals or clinics in normal day society.

💉. . . liiike every medical supply neatly organized in there own bins tucked away in shelves, emergency kit, it even smells/looks like how an examination rooms that you go for check ups. sterile and a mixture of different kinds of cleaner products he “collected more like stole” bc he can’t stand a mess. ☺️

💉. . . i feel like his hands are really steady. granted his nails are pretty long but that doesn’t stop him from taking his time to make a good stitch.

💉. . . his handwringing depends on the situation. like if he’s in a rush he’ll write like how doctors write medication or proscriptions. ( like it’s very unreadable and scribble looking. .) very messy cursive lol. but if he’s taking his time then it’s really neat and writes as if he’s writing another paper for college even though.. he’s not in school… and uses words that not many creeps know lmfaooo.

💉. . . did i mention he really toned. probably not but now where in the topic let’s talk about it. :D .

💉. . . dudes is so jacked. not gym bro jacked though ew . after the years of hunting victims down and gets the food he needs to survive. missions . all that chasing and running. yeah . basically tone af. can run for lonnnggg while. especially when he’s hungry.

💉. . . cat person. highkey i standby that he pets every single cat he see chillin around the forest.

💉. . . he’s friends with the quiet creeps. such as bloody painter (helen) , liu , hoody (if he passes by the mansion), jane , clockwork , nurse ann and slender. i say slender bc he gifted him seedeater and luvs him so much.

💉. . . doesn’t wears his mask all the time. before though, he doesn’t show it but he’s really insecure about the black goop that leaks out of his eyes.

💉. . . it took him a couple of months or longer for him to register in his mind that he’s demon now. no turning back. AVOIDED mirrors like the plague for a while because he can’t stand that’s him now. :,(

💉. . . in his bedroom he keeps medical books about endless topics in shelves ( in alphabetical order mind you) that takes up some a lot of his space . reads them whenever there’s nothing to do or he’s bored ( which is rare ngl because there’s ALWAYS someone that need medical attention asap or commotion going on in the mansion. )

➯ his room i would say he has two LARGE book cases filled with medical textbooks . a single window that always keeps close and owns black out curtains ( he’s eye sight is a bit sensitive to light.. ) and yk the usual bed , lamp, and corner bathroom where one of his mini fridges is located in a hidden cabinet.

💉. . . his favorite color is deep blue and red. :]

💉. . . he always has stuck ups of kidneys in jars kept in a mini fridge tucked away in his bedroom or his medical room.

💉. . . but in the rare occasions he’s running low on food. he always carries a small scalpel and equipment for stitches with him whenever he’s out looking for ppl to stalk.

💉. . . i don’t think he’s kills them though useless slender tells him too. since he has the medical knowledge how to operate on a human. he only needs a kidney. at least one.

💉. . . once he locked in with a victim. he’ll wait until they fall deeeeep asleep. . and will make his way in by break in a window or door quietly.

💉. . . when he’s near your bed, he’ll flip carefully and cautiously move you to your side. i say carefully bc he doesn’t want you to wake up..! but if you did he’ll knock you right out. it’s quite simple.

💉. . . puts his gloves on and gets his scalp to make an incision on your lower back. once’s he gets there i mean it’s his now kidney, he quickly make a secure stitch that won’t open up.

💉. . . you’ll wake up to the feeling of stitches on your back and lower back pains. then questioned why your window is open until your eyes landed on a bloody sticky note.

💉. . . - it’s written, “thanks for the snack.” . ( hey least he’s nice about it ..!!)

💉. . . but if it’s slender that sends him away on missions, he carries a combat knife. and gets the job done. quick & easy . but if your asking me i think his nails and teeth is all he needs. his grip is s t r o n g. teeth ready to bite on flesh. like you can’t get away from him once he has you pinned down bro.

💉. . . he uses his medical knowledge for the better and sometimes worse i dare say. since he can’t go to college anymore , his education stopped and couldn’t get his degree. so he stocks up on any medical books he can gets his hands on. like i said before he’s very passionate! his knowledge won’t stop from there but will continue to grow as time goes on.

💉. . . puts effort on whatever wounds the creeps have. whenever they come back complaining how in pain there in or there coming to him again. he puts whatever item he has in hand. shakes his head and signs. very quietly. acts he annoyed but he’s not ><.

💉. . . working on there wounds , he mumbles he’ll never treat them again… but that’s a lie. :) he always willing to help them with their wounds. just too stubborn to admit it lol.

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[rentenwins]

silly little excuses (newneighbour!leehan x reader)

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synopsis: the boys catch onto what's happening. with a ittle jab and detective skills, and nothing that the ever-so-helpful taesan would do anything about it...

content: banter banter and banter!!, the bnd members <3, mild cursing, a lot of dialogue tbh, descriptions of food eating, taesan is a schemer ong, taesan and sungho are a cheeky duo, a very clueless jaehyun, woonhak n riwoo mention!!

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chapter 3: i got a plan

“Bro, I’m being so serious.”

“Proof or it didn’t happen.”

“I LITERALLY CANNOT SO JUST TRUST ME ON THIS ONE.”

Jaehyun seethes at Sungho across from him. The boys were at their usual outdoor cafe table, just outside the university. It was a miracle that they would get the same table almost every week.

“Woah, woah slow down. What’s going on?” Taesan suddenly appears and nudges Sungho to make room for himself at the table.

“Sungho’s not believing a word I say—“

“Believe it or not, it’s quite easy to.” Taesan replies nonchalant before Jaehyun gets a chance to defend himself.

“Oh my god, Taesan I will kick your ass.” Jaehyun groans while Sungho almost chokes on his drink and Taesan smirks.

Jaehyun was observant, but he was amazingly dense too. He was intelligent, but a bit too much speculation causes an inability to recognise the obvious in front of him. This was one of those cases.

After you had left Leehan’s place that evening, Jaehyun went over to Leehan’s to drop off dinner from Sungho since he hadn't had the time (or the budget really) for his grocery shopping just yet. So Jaehyun, the loving friend he was, kept the boy company for the evening while he was at it.

Sungho turns to Taesan, “Jaehyun said he found one of y/n’s containers in Leehan’s kitchen. So now he’s a little curious as to how it magically made its way there.” Jaehyun had oftentimes teased you for your mismatching containers, and the one he saw in Leehan’s apartment was definitely yours. Who else would’ve owned a container with a Pororo lid?

Taesan scoffs, “Y/n probably made cookies like she did last time for us. Remember that?” Sungho squints at Taesan before he remembers, “OH! THOSE! That makes a lot more sense.”

Jaehyun waves his arms dramatically in front of Sungho and Taesan. “Hello? What am I missing? Am I suddenly chopped liver to you all?”

“You know? Y/n’s cookies? The ones they make every now and then?” Sungho says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Jaehyun looks like he’s been smacked across the face. “Why do I not know of this? What cookies are you two on about?”

Taesan rolls his eyes. “It’s y/n’s thing. They probably made them for Leehan since he just moved in and whatnot. Nothing too out of the blue.” Taesan nonchalantly says as he eats a cracker from his bag.

Just as Jaehyun was about to protest about his apparent lack of knowledge, a silent ‘yo’ came from beside him as the figure makes himself comfy in the chair beside Jaehyun.

“Speak of the devil…” murmurs Jaehyun as he leans back in his chair, not loud enough for Leehan to hear but enough for Sungho to almost choke on his drink again. Leehan feels the stares on him as he opens his little blue container of… cookies? Dipped with chocolate?

You loved making cookies for your friends, and Taesan knew it was a way for you to blow off steam. One time last semester, during submission week, you were so stressed that you stress-baked three batches of chocolate cookies and gave a whole load of it to Taesan and Sungho. Taesan had so much he had to give some to his other neighbours, Woonhak and Riwoo, just so they'd still be enjoyed fresh.

And yet, with all the baking you've done, Taesan has never seen chocolate dipped cookies since the day Woonhak started senior high school. It wasn't long ago, but you had sworn that they were 'too messy' and you were 'never going to do it again unless it was as special' as that day.

“Aha!” Jaehyun leaps from his seat, other tables turn to look at Jaehyun’s unwarranted reaction as Leehan almost drops the cookie he had just bit into. Leehan’s bewilderment was understated: he stared at Jaehyun, then at Taesan and Sungho looking amused at his container of cookies. Sungho elbows Taesan and he slaps him back.

“Is there something on my face?” Leehan murmurs, and when no one gave him an answer he took a bite of the cookie. He looks at Jaehyun, who finally sat back in his seat after his mini freakout. Sungho swears he could see stars form in Leehan's eyes as he chewed the sweet treat.

“So y/n’s baking isn’t bad huh?” Sungho breaks the silence, Taesan barely suppresses a smirk next to him.

“Yeah!” Leehan replies enthusiastically, not quite looking up at Sungho. There was a smile that reached his eyes as he spoke, “these really remind me of these butter cookies I used to have back in Busa— wait, y/n?”

This time, Taesan actually laughs. Jaehyun looks on, confused. Leehan turns red, “Hold on... how'd you know it was from y/n?”

If he was an outsider, Sungho would think this mini interrogation was too much. But alas, what’s a little friendship without a little jabbing here and there?

Sungho shrugs and sits back in his chair, “Eh, just a little hunch.” Taesan lightly smacks Sungho's arm.

Frankly, Leehan was stunned and didn’t know what to say. So he did what any other person would do and continued to eat his little cookies and scrolled through his phone. Though the redness in his ears never really went away.

Why did he blush when Taesan and Sungho mentioned your name? I mean, the cookies were good.

“Jae, you good bro?” Taesan eyed the uncharacteristically quiet boy next to Leehan, who seemed to be staring at Leehan’s (read: your) cookies. Jaehyun looked at Taesan, then Sungho, then the cookies again before his eyes went comically wide.

“OH I GET IT NOW!” Jaehyun says a bit too enthusiastically again as he pretends to smack his head with a closed fist, eyes squinted as he finally realised why they were teasing Leehan in the first place.

Taesan couldn’t help but remain bemused as he looked at Leehan, almost apprehensive in giving Jaehyun one of his cookies.

“Hey, don’t give me that look,” Jaehyun playfully shoves Leehan, “just one cookie I promise! y/n’s your neighbour, she could probably make some for you anytime!”

“Then why haven’t they given you any, Jae?”

“Shut up, you nerd!”

———

It was a given that interior design was a pain. Yet here you are, studying interior design in university, where your budget was blown for art supplies, and throwing your pride away so you could walk down the street with unnecessarily large poster boards under your arm.

“So where are my cookies?” is the first thing you hear when you stop at the stoplight on your way back home.

“Your what now?” is your reply to Taesan, who was at the stoplight before you were. You were too checked out from a long day of classes to realise it was him standing there. You threw him an incredulous look.

“Cookies? Butter cookies? Seriously, I didn’t even know you made those. And the chocolate? You hate washing dishes and yet you decide to go the extra mile and dip the damn cookies in the chocolate.” Taesan drawls teasingly in a way that he knew pissed you off the most. You roll your eyes,

“If you’re talking about the cookies he made Leehan, then yes. I made him some damn housewarming cookies dipped in chocolate. You know, get him settled. What’s the deal?”

Taesan laughs a little as he reminisces the scene at the cafe earlier, “He brought some with him today and it was the happiest I’ve seen him. Probably ever, if I’m being real. Or maybe since he's moved here.”

You glance at Taesan before failing to suppress your laugh, “Nice try. Taesan, if you’re trying to do what I think you’re trying to do—“

“Woah, woah! Who said anything about me? I’m just relaying you… some… important information. You know, maybe... to your benefit" He stage whispers the last few words.

“What’s so important about my cookies then?” This is going nowhere. You have never wanted that damn stoplight to turn green so badly in your life.

“I got a hunch. A big one. I suggest you take my advice if you want this to go… somewhere.” And with perfect timing, the stoplight turns green and Taesan walks off.

A hunch? My cookies, neighbour, Leeha—

“Taesan!" The board under your arm almost slips when you take a step forward, " Get bac—my god, we live in the same building. Come back here!”

Taesan decided you suddenly didn’t exist when he walked off (in the most friendly way possible, of course). He pulls out his phone and texts Sungho,

‘I got a plan’

next chapter.

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𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖤣𖥧𖡼 101 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 𖡼𖥧𖤣𓍊𓋼𖥧𖤣𓋼

WELCOME TO MY GARDEN :DD

okay first of all, OMGOMGOMGOMGOGM, HOW ARE THERE SO MANY PEOPLE IN MY COMPUTER WHO LISTEN TO MY NONSENSE??? htrekeiruhghejwkqlwoeirufhdjsklwosdifuh srsly tho? why do you guys follow me- IM SO THANKFUL TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUU <33 SERIOUSLY, TUMBLR IS SO FUN AND SUCH A NICE RELIEF FOR ME AND THERES SO MANY FANDOMS BUT I WOULD NOT BE LOVING TUMBLR ANYWHERE NEAR THIS MUCH IF IT WASNT FOR ALL YOU YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY SO NICE AND SUPPORTIVE AND IVE MADE SO MANY FRIENDS HERE, i love all of you so much <333 you make me happy and i care about you guys :)) and now, all of my 101 dalmatians! you can each pick some fun things to do while we play outside together :DD (just drop them in my inbox and ill get to them once i have some motivation lol)

ڶㄖ𝒾ℕ Μⓔ 𝒾ℕ 𝐭ｈⓔ ᎶαℝĐⓔℕ

🐌 Chalk Time: tell me 3 words about yourself and ill try to make a mood board :D (moots only pleasee)

🍄 Freeze Tag: tell me a character and ill make them a mood board! 🐌 Hide & Seek: I'll tell you what I'd do with you if ik you irl! (moots only pleasee)

🍄 Potion Making: ill put my playlist on random and give you a song!

🍄 Story Time: character headcanons from any of my fandoms!

🍄 Cops & Robbers: Ask me ANY question (other than like irl name or address) and ill answer

🐌 House: I'll tell you my honest opinion of you 🤭 (moots only pleasee)

🍄 Ghost in the Graveyard: I'll tell you a cheesy dad joke or pun! Maybe a knock-knock joke too

🐌 Art & Crafts: I'll assign you a color! Or maybe an item if I strongly associate you with that (moots only pleasee)

🍄 Explorers: Gimme a word and I'll tell you the first thing that comes to mind

OKAY :DD YOU MADE IT TO THE ENDDDD, GOOD JOB!! (can you tell i ran out of ideas?? please gimme some and ill add them here) also this is kinda heavily inspired off of @fairyycoffin lolol (THEIRS IS SO COOL, AND SHE IS AMAZINGGG, GO FOLLOW) dont you love how the snails dont match up? :DD anyways, i lost the snail credits, if you have pls gimme all pics are from pinterest! and please! come play with me :DD (send me some stuff) post to some examples of my moodboards intro post!

[killerplink]

hi besties 😮‍💨 I have had the most dogshit day imaginable. like reality was throwing hands and I lost every fucking round. she literally caught me in a back alley and just kept swinging. I think I've been emotionally roundhouse kicked into next week 🫠

if you have memes, pet pics, unhinged headcanons about Dick/Jason/Roy that feel like a forehead kiss and a warm hoodie... pls, I'm begging. drop them. slide them under the door. yeet them into my inbox. carve them into the walls of my mental breakdown cave. beam them into my skull via satellite 🥹

I'm not trying to be that "dance for me" bitch I swear 😭 I just need some emotional support content from the mutualverse. comfort crumbs. mental blankie energy 👉🏻👈🏻

you will be compensated with smut. ASAP. promise 🥹

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