#i like how i said short but..... haha i love him oops

[arminsumi]

“you’re short”

“okay? so put some inches in me”

-

all i can imagine is a sassy/bratty reader and a cocky gojo 😭

we’re going to ignore that i’ve only seen one ep of jjk and i’m already requesting smut over it ☠️

OOH, YOU FLIRTIN'?

💗 GOJO さとる

[ Note ] : 🥵😳 what a vision! and lol one ep into jjk n alr thirsty for gojo love that 👍 also u n me are so small compared to him 🫠 also idk if he's more cocky or dorky in this oops lol. and i am writing this on my phone at a sleepover lord help me i have been awkwardly shifting around and avoiding showing my screen to any eyes 😭😭

[ Warnings ] : 🔞 minors do not read/interact : suggestive/18+ content/smut, mentions virgin reader, getting caught

[ Playme ] : XXX

"You're so short."

"Okay, so put some inches in me."

"Yeah, I bet you'd like that, huh?"

"I would, actually."

"Ooh, you flirtin' with me, shorty?"

"Yeah, well you started it, big boy."

Big boy...? 😳

Gojo Satoru, your very cheeky and very bold classmate, who has not held back on flirting teasing you about your height since he met you, is rendered speechless for the first time.

But only for a moment. Soak up your victory quick. He stutters. His brain chokes up. His heart throbs like he's just developed an instant crush. His uniform pants feel uncomfortable.

And then he reanimates himself once he hears Suguru snickering next to him.

"That's pretty bold of you, huh?" he smirks toothily, sinking his shaky hands in his pockets. "Now you're gettin' me all worked up—"

"—oh yeah?" you lid your eyes and flirt. He's taken aback again. "Worked up how?"

"Get a room, you two. Honestly..." Suguru grumbles.

"Yes, I think we will." Satoru winks at you. It's a failed wink. Deep down, he's not confident in his flirting. No. Deep down, he's an awkward dork.

His brain short circuits when you continue flirt back. He actually runs out of things to say.

She's a mature flirt. I'm an immature flirt. How the hell do I keep up? Fuck.

When you and him get alone together, clearing up the chairs after a class, you tease;

"Come on, big boy, what's the matter? Lost your edge?"

"No... I'm just thinking." his voice cracks at the end, he clears his throat. It feels tight. His pants feel tight too.

"About what?"

"About what you look like naked."

You let out a laugh, and laugh and laugh, like he's the most ridiculous flirt you've ever met.

"What?" he raises a brow.

"You're so ridiculous."

Oh yeah. That irks him. That flippant comment. You're not even looking at him as you say it, you're scooting a chair into a desk.

He walks over to you and peers down, making the height difference between you and his 6'3 frame sorely apparent. What a big boy.

"Wanna repeat that for me?"

Ooh his voice is heavy and low, low enough to cause goosebumps on your skin. And the proximity? It makes you feel more than just small, it makes you feel a tingling between your thighs.

He comes closer. Grazes his lips across yours. Mixes breaths with you.

"Uh—" you get flustered.

"—haha, just kidding." he pulls away suddenly. Maybe because he got too nervous (true) or maybe because he felt victorious in knocking you off your high horse (also true).

"I thought you were gonna—" you begin disappointedly.

Satoru cuts you off.

"—do something? Aw, are you horny?" he winks.

"Yeah. For you." you roll your eyes.

Fuck.

My pants feel too fucking tight. Can she see the outline of my dick? Is she looking there?

"Is that so?" he raises a brow, staring right into your eyes. No one holds eye contact quite like Mister Six Eyes.

He chuckles, Addam's apple shifting up and down deliciously. "Aren't you a virgin?" he sneers.

"Yes. I am. Are you gonna do something about it, or just stand there like an idiot?"

He nearly chokes.

Wow. What? She actually just said that?

"Of course I'll do somethin' about it, sweetheart. But..." he leans into your air again, closer than before, 'n breathes tauntingly against your quivering lips.

"... does a goody-two-shoes like you really wanna lose her virginity in a classroom?"

"Stop stalling, big boy. I'm not a "goody-two-shoes"; I'm fucking horny." you seethe lustfully.

Fuck.

He's not sure how to respond. His brain is malfunctioning.

"Alright... then use your words like a big girl and ask me nicely to fuck you." he mutters, lips grazing yours. You can feel how badly he wants to kiss you.

Please say it.

The sexual tension has his heart racing, pretty cock pressing flush against the fabric of his dress pants.

"Satoru..." you begin, pulling on his collar.

He gulps and listens intently. The small touch your fingers make with his neck drives him wild.

"... fuck me."

Something just snaps inside him right there.

He crashes his lips onto yours with a feverish intensity, the rest his history—

—er, until the teacher walks in on you two right as things get toasty, catching Satoru with his hand up your shirt and your hand down his pants. And then you giggle off to detention with Satoru.

He promises to put some inches to your height. Uh... you know... by lifting you off your feet while he stuffs you up with his cock 😌

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[distant-velleity]

Just listen to your instincts and do what feels natural!

[SR Music Week] Yuhua joins the battle as a dancer and backup vocalist for Hazard/Riff! Many thanks to @raguiras2 for hosting this Music Weeks event!

Voicelines and concept sketches beneath the cut~

~

Summon: Don’t think that I’m in this to win, I’m here to have fun and do what I love. That’s fine, right?

Groovification: — LOCKED —

Set to Home Screen: A little rocking never hurt anybody, did it?

Home Transition 1: Actually, confession time, I’ve started to feel a little shy. Everyone in this group is so talented in their own way, y’know? …But I gotta keep up and pull my weight.

Home Transition 2: To think Deuce would be a leader for Hazard/Riff… Well, not what I expected, but where else would he go? It just seems right. …Sorry, just thinking out loud.

Home Transition 3: So this is what Allen looks like when he’s in his natural habitat… Ah, I’m just making some observations. I’m not trying to say anything bad, rather—the opposite of that. Like, he seems… more sincere?

Home, after login: Practice waits for no one~ I’m gonna go start warming up. Wanna join me?

Home Transition (Groovification): — LOCKED —

Tap Home 1: Eh? You didn’t think I’d ask to join this group? …Rude~ We can’t all be soft all the time. 

Tap Home 2: It’s funny to me—all you have to do here is call something a competition and—boom. Even someone like Leona’s motivated. …Oops, did he hear me say that?

Tap Home 3: Working with Floyd is a double-edged sword—when he’s having fun here, I get all excited, too. But if he’s not in the mood, then… haha, we just gotta hope and pray.

Tap Home 4: Don’t worry, I’m used to wearing loose clothing when I dance. Compared to the long pants and dresses I sometimes wore, this fit is like a breath of fresh air~

Tap Home 5: I wouldn’t touch me if I were you—I’m all sweaty and tired from rehearsal. 

Tap Home (Groovification): — LOCKED —

Duo Magic (yes I know SRs don't have them but let us dream):

YUHUA: How about we give them one hell of a show, Vizzie?

VIZZIE ( @twistedwonderlandshenanigans ): We’ll blow them away with the sound we’ve got, Yuhua!

~

ALRIIIIGHT let's get into the design of this bad boy

the idea was ... basically just a bit of techwear, modern street style, all that-- i was sort of winging it haha. i wanted a very loose and free style with the cargo pants, belts, and unzipped jacket, while the hood was added for dramatic effect when i started the lineart~

i felt like experimenting with his hair so once again i slicked back the right-hand side of his part, i would have given him his pre-overblot hair (for more variety w/ the long hair) but to be honest i kind of like the short hair with this look~ it kind of screams kpop idol but whatever HAHAHAHAHA

fishnet under clothing was an absolute must, and i went a little more on the ""bad boy"" look by giving him the chain and cuff earring on one side... plus the dramatic eyeliner/eyeshadow... yeah. RIP yuhua's lip gloss we will always miss you

also shoutout to V for volunteering vizzie for the duo magic-- i love me a good RIOFY friendship

(as for headcanons on how yuhua would act during this whole event, um-- he'll behave i promise 🥰🥰 he'll try not to let his inferiority complex get the best of him I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAAAT)

i can't think of anything else that i thought about particularly hard during the process, so uhm-- thank you for reading this far and no promises on when i'll get the groovified version out if ever LMAO

~

art taglist (ask to be added or removed, i'm very sorry if i forgot someone): @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @elenauaurs @casp1an-sea @nahelenia

@skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @scint1llat3 @nyx-of-night @nemisisnemi

@beneathsakurashade @ramcatshackle @kathxrat-01 @the-banana-0verlord

[malereadermaniac]

Go to bed ~ Leon Kuwata x Male Reader

Leon trying to flirt word count: 650 m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

It was early in the evening, 9pm sharp

You'd been scrolling mindlessly on tiktok for the past hour

You come across a video you felt you just needed to share, so you post it on your Insta story

Hoping you can making your friends giggle at it

Of course, Sayaka replies to it, and the two of you spiral into a conversation

But halfway through your convo with Sayaka, you get a message from none other than Leon

You and Leon were good friends, you liked the red-head, you went to hid games and cheered him on louder than anyone else

He fucking loved it when he heard your voice in the crowd

Leon had recently realised he had the fattest crush on you, so he did what any reasonable person would do and asked a friend for help

However, that friend he asked was Mondo.

Who encouraged Leon to talk to you as much as he could and to try exert dominance

"Cause a guy like (y/n) would totally love a dominant typa guy ya know?" - verbatim Mondo's advice to Leon

You end your conversation with Sayaka and go check what Leon sent you

It was a short reply to your story

"Go to bed, it's late"

You audibly chuckled, you looked at the time on your phone

It was barely 9:30

What the hell was Leon on to be going to bed so early?

"Bro it's 9:30 it's so early wdym???"

"This is actually late for me, I go to bed at 9 pm, its much better for you yk"

"Oh really now?"

"Yeah, clearly why I'm so much healthier and better than you"

Oh no...

Leon clearly misunderstood the kind of dominance Mondo meant.

....

....

"(Y/n)? You still there?"

You left him on seen again and then shut off your phone

"Oi (y/n)!"

"Shit please dont ignore me."

"I'm sorry okay"

"(Y/nnnnn)"

Leon was panicking, spam texting you as you put your phone on silent and went to bed

Guess he achieved his goal of getting you to go to bed

But he pissed you off while doing so

Truthfully you didn't care, Leon was ditzy from time to time and didn't think before he spoke

You were used to it

But you took up the opportunity to make the man frantic

You weren't thick, you knew the baseball player was crushing on you

And you were crushing on him too, hard

So knowing that Leon was now worrying that he messed up his chances with you gave you a sick pleasure - you didn't care if it was just the tiniest bit toxic

The next morning you woke up well rested

Your phone now plastered with message notifications from a certain ginger

You open them and send one quick message

"Oops I fell asleep sorry... Guess you are better than me for that haha ❤️"

Leon stopped in his tracks when he read that message, toothpaste falling out of his mouth as he froze

The sportsman quickly finished brushing his teeth and screenshot the message

Sending it to Mondo, frantically messaging him

"WHAT DOES THE HEART MEAN OMFG WHAT???"

"AHHHHH"

"HFHFJFHSJDNDN"

"Dude chill.... he defo fucks with u" mondo replies half asleep

Leon short-circuits, mindlessly changing as thoughts of a relationship with you fly through his head

He was like a schoolgirl, but he had reason to, in his eyes you were the finest of men

"Good morning~" you say with a smile as you sit down next to the muscular man

"Hey, beautiful~" he mumbles flirtily

"Oh? That's a new one?"

"Yeahhh figured I should up my game if I wanna get with you by the end of the year"

Holy shit you were shocked just how much that one heart emoji riled the ginger up

"Hold your horses, BallBoy... who said I was getting with you?" You tease him

"Oh just you wait, (n/n)..."

Short but eh whatevs!!

This has happened to me before - I doubt he meant it as anything but I just remember the situation while writing this and wtaf...

Anyway hope u enjoyed!

[madstronaut]

WIP WRITES RIGHTS NOW! I SAID WIP WRITES RIGHTS NOW

blahblahmaster rant list link blahblah dont look at me

PSA when you only just discover a moot is a prolific writer you run to read all her writing and comment in excruciating detail cc: @gemmahale

blorbo x named oc fans, this one’s for you (it’s me, im talking about me)

please see below a random and incomprehensive ramblelist of my stream of consciousness as I sampled from gemma's works:

Feylands WIP

I find the content warning tags extremely titillating (also I have not seen such a prolifically well organized tag list AND color coordinated to boot like gemma’s blog???? putting my outlook inbox/work docs/excel sheets to shame!!!) and I don’t even read/like fae stories (yes I never read ACOTAR and I don’t plan to anytime soon, I missed that booktok ship, most likely cos im not on the tikky tokky as the children like to say, i watch the reposts on instagram like a proper mlllenial)

Josephine’s heart pitter-pattered at the compliment, heat climbing up her cheeks as she mumbled a thanks, their eyes locking again. 

🥰🥰🥰NOT THE PITTER PATTER

my inquisitive ass is already like “what’s gary’s real name” and “hearing aid = soap b/c of all the damn bombs he blows up?” “but i headcanon gaz with freckles, maybe it’s gaz? gaz = gary?” “or maybe ghost = gary?” GEMMA GIVE US WIPS I MEAN HINTS PUT ME OUTTA MY MISERY

Call of the Wild WIP

I love the little note gemma included about this being inspired by @deadbranch (shoutout to branchy btw my beloved) - honestly floored at all the beautiful fic/headcanon/drabbles/askfills ive read that are the brainchilds birthed from love for other creators’ brainchildren

also equally floored at how many of writers here are like “this incredibly layered/moving/tender/spicy/nasty fic came to me in a dream”

also SUBVERTED TROPES SUBVERTED TROPES SUBVERTED TROPESSSSS

Kyle cleared his throat, shifting his stance. “She prefers to be called a wolf.”

AHAHAHAHAHAHA GODDDD THIS WAS A ZINGER

“Please!” Kyle called back, face half covered in shaving cream.

i need fanart of this right fucking now let me, i mean shannon, sorry oops but haha..unless? finishing shaving you bby

and FUCKING ROACH IS IN THIS FIC HOLD ME BACK OR YOU *WILL* GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE OF ME TEARING APART THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE BECAUSE MY BRIEF HYPERFIXATION ON ROACH IS BACK WITH A VENGEANCE FROM THIS SMALL SNIPPET AND IN THIS 500 PG DISSERTATION I WILL-

also THAT PROLOGUE APPETIZER SLAYED ME

“The way I see it, you’re fucked either way. You don’t make it out of here, you’re fucked. You become mine, you’re fucked - but in the good way.”

this + the mention of bulge + damp cheek definitely brought a visceral IRL memory for me (affectionate/horny)

also sidenote: it’s the little things that matter and gemma i see you gurl and salute you - incorporating things like hearing aids, mentioning roach is HoH/using sign language, shannon using a shower cap for her curly hair - 😘👌

Corporal Distraction WIP

holy MOTHER OF FUCK THIS SHORT LITTLE EXCHANGE IS FUCKING HOOOOOOOOOT

The captain moved closer to her, gently lifting her chin up with his finger. “So you’re the bird that’s got my sergeant distracted.”

“Sir?”

“Been trying to figure out what’s got Gaz so twisted up lately. Figured it was a partner, didn’t think it was a Corporal under him.” He didn’t release her chin, now holding it between his thumb and finger. “Has good taste, at least,” he muttered, eyes shifting to the Lieutenant, who only huffed in response.

any premise that fucks with/frustrates/sleep-deprives soap has my heart 🥰

Flowers From My Love WIP

the bit where they discuss the casserole perfectly encapsulates each of the boys imho - price grunting out a response, soap eagerly asking about the food (such youngest of the group/im baby vibes), gaz picking up on the note and name/# left, ghost grumbling and ofc he fucking HAS to bring up manchester- 

and the MOODBOARD!!!! God I fucking love when writers flesh out a bit of their worldbuilding with related art, moodboards, face claims, etc etc etc i WILL lick up every crumb from the floor like a starving doggo- fun fact, one of my first interactions in cod fandom was requesting a moodboard from @the-californicationist (also shoutout to cali my beloved)

and PEPPER THE SERVICE DOG OH MY LORD PLEASE GOD IF THE 141 MEN CAN’T BE REAL LET PEPPSY BE REAL PLEASE GOD IF I HAD TO ASK FOR ONE THING FROM THIS CURSED HELLSITE-

Palace Hallways WIP

my mind blacked out at artificer soap and knight kyle and druid ghost - I also just finished a campaign with my homegroup IRL not too long ago and we’re taking a long break before the next game while our DM preps and this is making me miss playing with them ;-;

Edge Dressing WIP

KATE KATE KATE KATE KATE KATE that’s it that’s the tweet

“She did, did she?” Kate murmured, scratching at Letty’s scalp and smirking as the woman went boneless against her.

yes only natural, i too would also go boneless if laswell was scratching my scalp and giving me a massage mommy? sorry. mommy. sorry? mommy. sorry?

Embroidered Secret WIP

if someone told me a year ago when I wasn’t into regency shows/fics that reading some COD AUs - yes fucking CALL OF DUTY, the military propaganda first person shooter video game - would change my mind - well id be more shocked than if someone flashed some ankle at my victorian pearl clutching ass

also please i love every single trope listed here

141 Studios WIP

“Our sweet soft girl Samantha (plus size rep ftw!) finds her niche quickly as the resident camgirl - creating a new set of films called "Tip of The Tongue", where she (and others) commentate on the scenes being filmed in a behind the scenes way.”

fuck i would read an entire multiseries for this premise alone???

Crew scramble around to clean up the sweat and cum streaked across the couch to reset for another scene.

fun fact - i briefly interned as a PA in college and one of the producers i worked with mentioned offhand that he once rolled up to a set that was cleaning up after a porn shoot and claimed they were rolling away literal barrels of lube 👀

“You the new girl?” His voice was deep, rumbling like stones cascading down a mountain.

NEW GIRL, OLD MAN, BLUE BIRD, CLOWN WITH A BUCKET HAT, I WILL BE ANYTHING FOR YOU PS!SIMON

A Protege’s Trust WIP

The most titillating tag of all..an empty one! lol jk im just messin with ya gemmy but actually yes i don’t see any posts with this tag

Museum Muse WIP

ahem you already know my rabid thoughts on this but noticed this new post re: multiple timelines and tbh do I know what’s going on? absolutely not - do I want to dive into this museum muse multiverse regardless? absolutely yes

Brix WIP

Re: “If it’s a story about learning to be loved again after a series of devastating losses, can that story then end on another loss? (And should the epilogue soften that loss by allowing them some sort of reprieve?)”

YES! i need to be in a certain mood to read angst but GOD WHEN I AM IN THE MOOD DOES IT HIT THE SPOT/FEEL SO CATHARTIC

also re: these comments - “Also, a bit of catharsis for my shitty experience working in the orchard industry.”

“It's less of a love story and more of a healing story. It's also a bit of a middle finger to the orchard that nearly hospitalized me. 🙃 (It's healing not only for the characters lol.)”

i find these types of fics are some of the best ive read when the writers have IRL experiences bleed into their writing - just has a certain je ne sais quoi about em

also i could be knee deep in sewage sludge and if i sensed soap within a 1 mile radius i would throw myself at him, brb busy handforging a trophy for annabeth for having enough willpower to continue working while JOHN SOAP MACATAVISH WHINES ABOUT WANTING TO COP A FEEL

Squeamish Stitches WIP

✨GLITz!!!! ✨fucking love this name

“God, I’d die here a happy man,” he grumbles into your thigh as you adjust your balance. 

His hands wrap around your calves, grunting as the treads dig into his shoulders. “No, between your legs.”

Ghost interrupts. “Keep it tactical, Sergeants.”

THE FUCKING BANTER? GHOST COCKBLOCKING GAZ? FUCKIGN SCREAMINNG

Useful Girl WIP

you had me at “we gonna get nast-ay kink-ay” and also got strong “secretary” with maggie gyllenhaal + james spader vibes 

also i had to look up ‘brown bottle flu’ as i’ve never heard that term before! ✨i learn somethng new with fanfic daily✨

She felt the breeze as the door opened behind her, the whiff of cigar smoke and cologne causing her to shift in her seat and sit up straighter.

if you’ve ever smelled/heard someone before you saw them it is *quite* the experience

“It's the prickle of the mountain's oncoming storm. It's the flapping of the flag in the howling wind. It's the explosion of lightning hitting a tree, splitting it open, part charred and part living - two states diametrically opposed to each other. It's the sigh of relief when the clouds finally part and the rain pours out. It's the breath of fresh air when the storm dissipates and everything is left clean.

It's yearning so hard for something that it leaves one fundamentally changed when they achieve it.

...I really ought to make moodboards for this fic. 😅”

this was an incredible fucking paragraph to read, fucking poetry right here, also incredibly erotic? though that might just be leftover brainworms in my head from watching shogun and a scene where one of the main charas describes an orgasm as “clouds parting after rain” 

Highland Tartans WIP

She reached her hand into his wool, petting him. “He comes from a good line and all, he’s just young.”

MacTavish laughed, sliding his hands to rest on his waist. “Aye, young and dumb. I know the type.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

PLEASE GOD GEMMA

I CANNOT CHOOSE FAVORITES BUT SPARE A THOUGHT FOR MY FREE TIME AND WORK HOURS WHEN YOU POST MORE OF THESE AND AT LEAST SPREAD THEM OUT SO I CAN KEEP MY JOB AND PAY MY BILLS INSTEAD OF GORGING ON YOUR WRITING

anyway to sum up i am fully convinced the multiverse lives inside of gemma’s brain because goddamn i am convinced once day some god-tier epic space opera multiseries is gonna spring out fully formed like athena from the gemmamind (yes I compared you to zeus, a mythical god, deal with it)

[wingedecho]

New Narrator?!

okay for those of you following me (I appreciate you guys sm) who know of my main Narrator, don't worry I'm keeping Henry, this is just more of a side project because I love villain narrators

That being said, this is Cross. A highly intelligent, highly egotistical BASTAR-

I mean uh evil man

His backstory/origin will be posted eventually when I can be bothered to write it all up but in the meantime I'll give you a short rundown (hey future me here it's a lot longer than intended haha oops) of who exactly he is and what his deal is, if you can't be bothered to read all of this rambling that I'm typing I am so sorry I am just kind of brainrotting a lot right now and I was supposed to post this yesterday and I forgot

Alrighty so:

Cross is unfortunately a good actor. He's cunning, sly, manipulative and overall he does not care what anyone thinks of him so long as he gets what he wants. However, with simple acting, he can conceal all of this and come off as the sweetest person you've ever met, despite the many ways he's thinking of to kill you while he tells you just how 'great' he thinks you are. Stanley sees him as what he pretends he is. He's unaware of the shit he's in.

Cross prefers people to not know his name, getting Stanley to call him X to keep his mysterious act up. Cross doesn't have an office to write his stories, despite having one backstage for other uses. He has a theatre. A huge, huge theatre where he demonstrates his acting to the shadowy figures that were once people he totally did not murder in a totally not extremely brutal way

His scripts go into shows, and the shows become the story. Whatever Cross does in the theatre, is however things are formed in the parable

He has some levels of necromancy, and also has the ability to create spikes made of citrine. When he's in a calm state the citrine is clear. When angered, the citrine appears cracked.

Another important thing is the shadow over his eye. Its not an art style, it's a design choice. He's hiding something under there, but I'm not revealing that just yet, and the only person who knows doesn't know how bad it is because there's one thing I haven't told them (you know who you are)

Anywho, yeah! Hope this wasn't too much to read, and I hope I didn't bore you, but thank you for reading if you made it to the bottom and I hope you guys like him!

P.S he is 7'2 okay bYE

Quick edit: I forgot to mention, he has black gloves with gold claws on them I just really can't draw hands hel, he also has big black boots (just putting this here because I saw a reblog of someone saying they wanted to draw him and TYSM GENUINELY)

[everythingwasnormalhere]

Stan Marsh headcanons?

first i love my main au stan because he's so !! and because he goes thru lots of changes as he grows up,,

Tw for alcoholism, depression, s/h, attempted sewerslide, hospitalization...its stan what did you expect

Most popular stan hc ever: he's an alcoholic. But like,,, till he's like, 12-13, he only drinks in the mornings so it helps him get through the day, like antidepressants but bad 💀

When he's 12-13 some people his age start drinking for fun, and so he sees it's socially ok so he starts doing it too

Yeah everything is way less shitty in the moment, but when he's sober it's even worse than before. Oops

Well anyway his friends don't really notice he's doing this, sure they're kinda concerned when they hang out and he's getting drunk, but yk,, typical Stan it's not that bad

This is an obvious one but he's depressed asf

And btw. All sp kids have gotten something misdiagnosed in their lives, like this is canon the medical system in that town sucks

So Stan has anxiety, but it was misdiagnosed as asthma (haha not me projecting)

He didn't get it diagnosed right until he was in his teens

But he doesn't have it anymore

He also has insomnia and BPD

The amount of times he's split on Kyle is insane

Anyway about his depression !!

It remained undiagnosed for a Long while

It got better and worse and better and worse and yeah you get it

On the worst episodes he would spend weeks not getting out of bed

At the beginning he'd say he's sick but at some point he gave up and stopped with excuses

His friends (Kyle mostly) would check on him but he wouldn't really talk to them much (on another episode of: stan giving up on life!)

Also he would spend time with the goth kids sometimes, mainly when he was at the worst points

The goths were kinda pissed he would leave them every time he felt better, but Stan's kinda their adopted kid lmao they have a soft spot for him<3

Welp anyway he starts s/h-ing at 11-12

At first it's not really noticeable but soon it gets worse

He covers it with wristbands but eventually the wristbands don't cover it all

And so, after his parents find out, at 13 he goes to the psych ward for the 1st time

It's only for a couple weeks, but it gets him to get so much worse

Nobody at school knows what he was doing for those weeks, besides Kyle because Stan went to him first thing after he got let out

Kyle is Worried. btw.

He gets hospitalized 2 more times after that

Once at 15 after he attempts

And another at 16, after a huge ass breakdown in which he asked his parents to take him there because he was scared of what he'd do otherwise

People in town only know about the one of when he was 15 (it was big news)

Besides Kyle and Kenny, Kyle because Stan tells him every time and Kenny because,,,he's Kenny he just Knows

After the 2nd hospitalization, he starts taking actual antidepressants

They don't do That Much but they still work better than nothing

Short after the 3rd time he goes to the psych ward, he finally manages to stop s/h

And slowly he stops covering his scars, as they're a reminder of how he's healing :)

Since he's 14, he starts bleaching his hair every few months

Now it's closer to straw than to hair but whatever issok

It's also incredibly greasy, so much it's insane

When it's really really bad he wears a dark blue beanie with some pins of obscure bands and some his friends gave him

His clothes are mostly black, and the ones that aren't are still alt

He wears eyeshadow all the time

And his parents don't allow him to get tattoos so he and his friends draw on himself instead

He's still in Crimson Dawn, he's the main singer and guitarist :)

His guitar is red and he takes so much care of it

The same can't be said about its case, that thing's fucked up

He's also the one who writes most songs, it's become kind of a coping mechanism for him<3

They're not famous, but they're not completely unknown either - they've played in some cities besides South Park, and they have a bunch of listeners on Spotify

They're the kind of band that almost nobody knows but the ones who do are the most loyal fans ever

"wHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW CD??? You gotta listen to them Right Now"

By the way Stan is late to every practice

The days when he's not arrived at least 10 minutes late are almost non-existent

Same for school

At school his worst subject is definitely math

(He probably has dyscalculia but he doesn't have it diagnosed)

He likes music best obviously

He's also pretty good at history and English

Btw he has a musicals phase for a year or two

His favorites are the historical ones, like Hamilton and Les Miserables

His family life isn't the best

He stays at Tedrigri farms on weekends, the rest of the time he spends it at his mother's

Shelly's kinda physically abusive still, but not as much as when they were kids

Btw he fucking hates staying at Tedigri so most nights he cycles to Kyle's or Kenny's instead

Fun fact he has a scar on his side from when he was 13

The m4 were jumping a fence to get to this one abandoned house (Butters was grounded)

And when it was Stan's turn he got cut with the fence and fell

That scar is huge and he's super insecure about it

Another fun fact he plays Brawl Stars

His favorite brawlers are Brock and Kit

And in general also the ones with attacks like Shelly's and Bull's

He's bisexual :) and ultimately broke up with Wendy when he was 16

(one of the things that triggered that huge breakdown btw)

He also had so many gender crisis, finally he decided he's just non-binary (he/him) because everything else was way too confusing

Aaaand i think that's it? Tell me what you think :D

[allbluedepths]

More time travel AU thoughts that were originally a reply to @softesttangerines' fantastic thoughts here. This was a reblog, but then I got carried away (like 700+ words of carried away), so I'm making it its own post to not break my mobile dashboard lol. Includes some stuff on teenage Shanks' mindset, current Benn's perspective on meeting teenage Shanks again, and a little bit of Mihawk's perspective on teenage Shanks + their relationship both past and current at the end.

I agreed with everything too hard and then ended up with a megapost. Oops.

Teenage Shanks’ mindset and misconceptions is something I’ve thought about a lot for this AU. Arguably too much. First off, his recklessness? He doesn’t have a fantastic value on his own wellbeing, and it’s still a bit different with his crew — he wouldn’t want to get hurt and leave them high-and-dry without a captain because it wouldn’t be fair to them, but he still doesn’t fully get that they’d be upset about it because they care about him, not just his title.

I think Benn in the original timeline eventually comes to understand this through some odd comments/implications/behaviors from Shanks, but it isn’t stated outright and takes a good while to hit. Plus, by the point Benn has a real inkling about it, Shanks has gotten with the program, so it never lines up to have a time where Benn would really intervene.

(Adding in a note here for me yelling into a pillow because yes that’s 1000% what I was going for with Benn meeting teenage Shanks again and I am Elated. “You might as well take his title” brb going to go cry a whole puddle at that.)

Current Benn? Absolutely yelling at his younger self about how obvious it is and how did he miss it?? (Actual answer: Shanks hadn’t told him a lot about his childhood yet, and he’s not a mind reader. He’s still upset about it, though.) Teenage Shanks is a conundrum of keeping people too close and too far away all at the same time. He loves his crew, but with how recent it’s been since the whole Oro Jackson disbanding and him basically being on his own… the kid has some funky abandonment issues of letting himself believe this crew really is going to last.

And this crew isn’t even his crew. Their captain is missing because he’s the one there now — what are they going to do if he doesn’t return? What’ll happen to him? (Benn’s definitive breaking point is Shanks finally hitting his limit of how much he can bottle up and asking what’ll happen with him if their Shanks can’t come back? Because to him, the answer is he’s not entirely sure but it certainly involves Shanks still staying with them, and to think Shanks doesn’t implicitly understand that is upsetting, and he’s fixing that, now.)

(That part is actually somewhat written, so I really want to post it soon now, haha.)

Fic plot side tangent: while they know it’s likely Devil Fruit shenanigans that caused the whole fiasco, they don’t know if it’s a swap of the two Shanks in the same timeline, a swap with a different timeline, or something else (ex: de-aging). The actual answer is that it effectively creates an alternate/split timeline, so there’s nothing to worry about, but there’s the concern that if they change things for Shanks too much, something will go Wrong.

Benn is by far the one to stick with that the most at first (maybe tied by Mihawk) and he does end up sticking with that to an extent — it works fine for major “plot points” so to speak. But interpersonal stuff? Once Benn starts realizing what he missed the first time around… yeah no, that’s getting fixed like you said. If doing that causes issues down the line, then so be it, but he can’t in good conscience let some of that go.

Mihawk’s bits keep getting cut short because I go on for so long about Benn’s perspective RIP. But yes 100% to all of that. Mihawk may not admit ever (or even fully to himself) that he had his own share of mishandlings in the past, but he’s at a point where there definitely is a hint of regret of how far away he held Shanks for so long, knowing what was to come now. (However, I like to equally think his slight moments of conceding are also out of the knowledge that Shanks wormed his way into his life once — he can definitely do it again in his own time, even better and quicker with some guidance.)

He does 100% think this Shanks is endearing, though — how could you not? At the same time, it definitely reaffirms his appreciation for his Shanks and who he grew into being once day.

(Also: wheezing over Shanks asking Benn for love advice to win over Mihawk. That man has really been put through it, haha.)

[otakween]

Digimon Adventure 02: Revenge of Diaboromon

Wow...somehow this one just completely fell off my radar, otherwise I would have watched it a long time ago lol. I seriously thought I was all caught up with pre-Tamers anime until I saw this on the 02 TV Tropes and was like "oop..." It was a good surprise though, I can never get enough of these Mamoru Hosoda style shorts! (Looks like he didn't actually work on this one though).

I watched this dubbed first to take screenshots and then subbed. It's hard to find a non-crunchy version of the subbed short. The OG Japanese was a lot stronger imo because, as usual, the dub ruined some stuff with it's jokey tone and music choices. Still decently faithful though. Full thoughts below.

Notes:

So this is like a midquel, I guess. I don't know if there's an exact place within 02 I was supposed to watch this, but I didn't feel like my immersion was wrecked or anything haha.

While the aesthetic of the short was great, I felt the story was pretty redundant and eye-roll worthy. "Oh Omegamon/Omnimon is back for some contrived reason and the OG chosen children's digimon can't defeat him like they did last time...for some contrived reason. This looks like a job for the 02 protagonists!" Whatever, it doesn't have to be deep to be fun.

The early 2000s CG looked pretty good actually. I thought it added a fun otherworldliness to the Kuramon.

Kuramon look a lot like Takodachi (Hololive fans know what's up). I wonder if there was some inspiration there on a subliminal level.

I wonder if Daisuke's character designer intended him to be from a southern part of Japan. His tan skin sticks out more in this art style.

I feel like Diaboromon got uglier somehow compared to Our War Game lol. Armagemon's design was deliciously creepy though. He looked like something out of an Alien movie. His entrance was epic and probably would have freaked me out a lot as a kid. Weirdly, they never actually said Armagemon's name so I just assumed it was Diaboromon until I googled it just now lol

Sora and Mimi were like two sides of the same coin in this. Mimi was useless, but in a delightful way. Sora was useless, but in a boring way lol. Seriously, she didn't need to come all the way home from her tennis club trip to just go "I'm here!" and then do nothing. I'm not saying there was much she could do anyway, but I get really pissed that they never gave her character a real point aside from "bland love interest" in any Digimon show/movie.

Loved Mimi's interactions with Koushiro. Their awkward "we're in the same friend group but have nothing in common" chemistry is so fun.

Yamato seemed extra cool with his rings and stoicism. I do kind of wish he and Taichi got a little more dialogue though.

Really didn't like the direction of the fights inside the internet. They were either animated too up close or too distant so I felt like I couldn't really follow what was going on half the time. Also, the choreography wasn't that inspired. The IRL fight at least had a cool Evangelion vibe going for it. The harbor was a really aesthetic setting for a final fight.

I've started shipping DaiKen for funsies (there's some really cute fanart) so it was nice seeing them together in the elevated art style hehe.

Daisuke has a Yamato phone strap! So cute and supportive

It's funny how the digimon sizing suddenly changes when we're in movie-mode. Angemon and Angewomon were huge in this! I was excited to see the 02 digimon, but they mostly looked the same as they looked in the show tbh.

The Shibuya vibes, complete with Hachiko statue, were fun. Was 02 set in Tokyo? I honestly don't remember...

Seeing all those children running around at night without any worries about safety...must be nice, Japan.

When Omegamon "ran out of energy," I had the thought of like "can a jogress digimon die in the real world or would they always just de-digivolve??" I guess they'd never go that far for plot reasons anyways

Imperialdramon gets a new mode! Paladin mode, according to Google. Were these names in the credits or did they just decide things later for the TCG or something...?

We got the 02 theme inserted towards the end and even the OG show's theme as a ring tone. Really cute touch. (I was a little triggered to hear Bolero again for the millionth time though).

All in all I'm glad the 02 kids got their due in this style. Was it groundbreaking? No. Was it worth 30 minutes of my time? Absolutely!

[rottenbrainstuff]

IWTV s2 ep 3 - Armand is a fucking little gremlin

Interesting ep! I mean man they all are. This show is amazing. I love the actors, I (mostly) love the updates to the story, just, such care and attention to every facet from everyone involved. Beautiful.

I always get a bit eye-rolly when you have (or see a stupid instragram video of) a white character eating expensive fresh sushi where the fish is presented whole and still having nerve twitches after death, and they freak out about it and can't eat it. I get that it's a bit weird and if it was me sure I would have to wait until it stopped wiggling to start eating, but like, where did you think the fish came from, did we pick it off a bush? Anyways, here I can almost, almost forgive the very tired trope, because you could say perhaps it is a contrast between Daniel, and the vampires and their predatory feeding habits, maybe.

I knew we were getting some flashbacks of Armand's old coven and Nicholas and Lestat, but I was surprised by how short it all actually was. I do hope that when we get to season three we're going to have some proper time spent on all of this. Armand's dirty old satanist coven was so interesting to me.

I actually had to pause the show to get mad for a little bit when I saw Louis say that Lestat abandoned Nicki and abandoned the Paris coven, because everything Lestat does is just for himself. Abandoned! Oh my god Louis, what did Armand tell you? Abandoned! Lies! Armand, you gremlin! Right, sure, the guy who was screaming with his face all red when Armand took Nicholas away is going to just teehee oops leave him behind there for absolutely no reason, no reason whatsoever, yes for sure, nothing more to say there. I also don't trust that the theater scene played out exactly as Armand said, with Lestat quite callously fucking him while Nicholas watched, no, I don't buy that. Everything Armand says is suspect to me.

It's so sad that Claudia reinforces this idea later as well, complaining that Lestat never told them there was this cool fun amazing coven troupe in Paris, he only ever warned them away and told them other vampires were vicious.

(Bruce is sure shit, isn't he. I kinda wanna see him show up again at some point. Maybe he can be one of the vampires at Lestat's big concert? I feel like he must be friends with my V:tM character's shit sire, haha, since they seem to both be reading from the same scuzzy man playbook. On another V:tM tangent (sorry) I know Lestat is the quintessential toreador, but Armand with his creepy tricks, his ability to not be recorded, his religious cosplay, and (in the book) his coven's old tradition of burying new fledglings and making them dig themselves up through their own graves as a test, he gives me lasombra vibes)

This show is so confusing to me and I love it. Every character is so bad and good, good and bad, sad and mean, mean and sad. Everyone is behaving horribly, but I also feel bad for everyone. Lestat is a dickhead but it's so tragic to me how everyone always assumes the worst of him all the time when he really was honestly just trying to protect the people he loved. Armand is a nasty manipulative gremlin, but I feel terrible for him as well, how his face falls every time the situation turns sexual. God, him and Louis were so awkward in the park, like two teenagers who don't really know what to do, or, like two very sad adult men both half-heartedly playing out a role that neither one really fully wants to play. Man, now I desperately wanna see him and Eric get it on not for the old man yaoi, but just to fucking see Armand actually genuinely want something for once.

Jacob is doing such a great fucking job. Poor old Louis.

For some reason I can't stop thinking about Sam (? that was Sam right?) showing Claudia how the rat box works, as if it's her first day at Vampire McDonalds and he's showing her the deep fryer. Santiago is also an amazing character, they're all amazing characters, I love this show so much. Poor Claudia. She is so happy to be included in this group, so happy that she completely and totally ignores the red flags that are waving in her face. Claudia gets her rage and her cruelty from Lestat, but I guess she gets her desperate desire to see good in people even when they mean her harm from Louis.

But, the end sequence is just a bit strange to me. The tension of oh, is Armand going to hurt Louis??? is very strange and doesn't work for me. We know he's not going to, Louis is here in the present day. For me it takes the tension out of the scene. I mean, beautiful acting on Jacob's part, the fact that what he thinks will be his last words are all just his wishes and concerns for Claudia to be happy was just. Ugh! Ugh! But, it just didn't work for me. And anyways, who is narrating this whole bit? This scene shows the coven threatening Armand to do something about Louis, and I don't buy for a single second that that's the actual dynamic here, that Armand is just this poor helpless guy who is forced to do what his coven wants him to, no, not a chance. So I want to know who is narrating this. But... in this scene, Armand and Louis are not in the room. They've both left to speak to the buyer's lawyer, Daniel is by himself checking out the talamasca files on his laptop, yet the narrative continues somehow. That's the first time I've noticed that happen, and I found it very strange. I don't know if this was done on purpose and you're supposed to notice how strange that is, or if it was a mistake. Was it supposed to be info from the talamasca files? I didn't get that impression.

But anyways, generally amazing, as always. I do hope the show includes Gabrielle in the future, and I hope we see more detailed flashbacks of all of them in Paris, and what exactly happened to poor Nicholas. Every actor here is doing amazing.

[clefmogus]

The 8 Stages of a McDonald's Date [Childe x Zhongli] 3k words

Summary: Childe asks Zhongli out on a date... to McDonald's.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: Stage 1 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

At the prestigious private high school of Teyvat, where the rich and the intelligent began the beginning sparks of their future business careers, a monumental moment worthy of the history books was about to take place.

Childe was about to ask Zhongli out on a date.

After 8 months of encouragement and private (public, too, sometimes) counselling from the twins and the gang, Childe felt like he was finally 4% prepared for this life-changing event. He did, afterall, pass his original goal of 2.9%.

Yes, Childe was ready for this whether he was ready or not.

He was not.

“Zh-Zhongli…”

A head turn.

“W-will you… go out with me? Like, uhm, on a date?”

Zhongli blinked. “Where?”

Oh shit. Childe had not thought this far ahead. In all their 484 sessions of running through scenarios, never once had Aether or Lumine mentioned the location of where the date would take place. It always ended with brutal rejection or a simple acceptance.

Think, Childe, think. Where would be the best place for a first date?

And like an anime side character who lay dying in a pool of their own blood, Childe recalled enough events from his lifetime to fill 6 episodes. Why, of course. How could he have forgotten the holy shrine of golden arches that sat just a block away from the school.

“McChicken nuggets.”

“Ok.”

Childe jumped with joy.

Zhongli wept. He could finally eat after 5 days.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: Stage 1 Complete :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

ﾟ+:ꔫ:﹤　Stage 2　﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ

How does one bring about the topic of holding hands?

As Childe and Zhongli made their way across the campus after class hours, Childe began to plan out ways in which he could incite illegal homosexual romance on school grounds.

“H-hey, Zhongli…” Childe began hesitantly.

“Yes?”

“Haha, um, do you… m-maybe want to, um, h—”

Blond hair whizzed by, cutting Childe off short.

“Childe! Let’s go ho—” Aether paused.

Childe wanted to go to heaven.

“Oops, haha, my tongue slipped.” Shooting Childe a devious smirk, Aether turned around and ran off towards his sister, who stood at the entrance gates of the school.

“Hah,” Zhongli sighed, “those two are always scampering off and getting into trouble. We should have invited them to join us on our outing.”

I-invite them? Was he really that uncomfortable to be around?

“B-but isn’t this a date?”

“Precisely. Were you not the one who stated ‘the more the merrier’ when you invited me to the karaoke place with your friends last week?”

“I—”

Childe stopped. He had no words. Did Zhongli even know the difference between a date and a hang out? Well, no matter. Childe was going to make him find out. He rolled up his sleeves and tried again.

“Zhongli, l-let’s hol—”

“Hey man!” A smooth voice suddenly interrupted his love proposal, casting Childe into the depths of despair. A moment later, a heavy arm was slung around his neck. Childe almost coughed up blood.

“Kaeya,” Childe grumbled underneath his breath.

“Childe.”

(“Zhongli,” said Zhongli.)

“So, where are you two lovebirds heading off to?” Kaeya grinned, digging his knuckle into Childe’s head.

Your days are fucking numbered, bitch.

“Hey, leave them alone, Kaeya!” A loud voice came from behind the group. Childe never thought he would be so happy to see another person who was not Zhongli.

A few feet behind them stood Amber, the perky and energetic class rep who always seemed to have your back—if you didn’t get on her nerves, that is.

Amber, you are my shooting star, my white knight, my angel in the midnight darkness, my ride or—

“They’re just friends. There’s nothing going on between them.”

Fucking bitch.

“Ah, actually, Zhongli and I…”

“I do not see a problem with them coming along with us. After all, weren’t you the one who said—”

“AH! Is that Jean and Diluc walking home together?!” Childe thought fast, pointing in the opposite direction of the road.

“Huh? Where?” Amber turned.

“This I have to see.” Kaeya let go of Childe, and turned away from them, following after Amber.

“Ugh, finally they’re—no, not you, too!”

“But I wanted to—”

Fearing that Zhongli might follow after the two idiots, Childe grabbed onto his hand, pulling him down the street towards the golden arch palace.

As they ran past all the other students walking home from their hours of suffering, Childe could think of nothing but the warmth of Zhongli’s hand pressed tightly against his. His surroundings blurred into one huge, colorful blob.

Childe crashed into a metal pole.

He had to let go.

(“Heh heh, sorry about that,” Childe laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I think I would be more concerned about the blood dripping from your head.”)

ﾟ+:ꔫ:﹤　Stage 2 Complete　﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　Stage 3　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

After thoroughly wiping off all the blood from his head and nose with a handkerchief provided by Zhongli, Childe was finally able to enter the restaurant without getting kicked out. He politely held the door open for Zhongli because he was a gentleman.

The line stretched on for about half the length of the building.

Now’s my chance. I’ll clarify that this is a date and not a friendly hang out once and for all!

“Zhongli, um, I… I…”

“Hm?” Zhongli blinked quizzically, waiting for the other boy to continue.

“I… need to take a dump.”

For the next ten minutes, Childe stood on top of the toilet seat chanting warding spells against the spirits of bad luck.

He was getting tired of running his one-man clown circus.

“Welcome back,” Zhongli said calmly as Childe dragged himself back into the line to stand next to him.

Please tell me that everyday when I get home from work after we’re married.

“Did you have a nice defecate?”

Never mind.

“N… No.”

“Next!”

The awkward silence was interrupted by the friendly voice of the girl behind the counter. They stepped up to order.

“Hello, welcome to McD—” The girl, Sara, grimaced as soon as her eyes landed on Zhongli. “Oh. It’s you again.”

“Do not fret, I brought my wallet this time,” Zhongli announced, shoving Childe forward.

Am I a joke to you?

Sara blinked, but made no comment.

“What would you like to order?”

“What do you have?”

“We… we have a menu, you know…”

“Excellent,” Zhongli said, hardly sparing a glance at the large TV displays of food. “We’ll take it all.”

“…”

“Zh-Zhong—”

After eight hours and 13 surgeries to remove his kidney, blood plasma, and any other organ that he could live without, Childe was finally able to pay for everything that Zhongli wanted on the menu.

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　Stage 3 Complete　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚　Stage 4　˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

The weather reports had said that it would be a brutally cold, drafty day with winds strong enough to knock down small trees. So, bearing the freezing gales in nothing but a thin school uniform, Childe sat having his McChicken hamburger at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the ocean.

God, why must you punish me so?

After Childe had finished payments for their unnecessarily excessive meal (which included a ten year pay plan with interest), Zhongli had promptly walked out the door, leaving Childe to carry everything and follow him.

Bitches be like “I know a place,” then bring you to the edge of a cliff to have a McNugget picnic.

“A most excellent meal,” Zhongli declared, opening his homemade bento box and grabbing a pair of chopsticks.

Y… you’re not even gonna eat it?!!

Zhongli looked up from his meal.

“Is something the matter, Childe?”

“Yeah, I’ve fallen in love with a dumb bitch.”

“Really? What are they like?”

“Dumb and bitchy.”

Zhongli then proceeded to take out a portable stove and began heating up some water.

“Would you like some soothing tea for your heartache?”

“Yes, please.” Childe brought his knees up to his chest and stared out at the churning gray waves as they crashed against the side of the cliff.

He ate his McNuggets in silence.

It started raining.

I think I’m going to go die now.

“Hup,” Childe grunted as he pushed himself back onto his feet. “We should get going now. You’re going to catch a cold.”

Zhongli packed up his things and Childe compressed his year’s worth of food into his backpack. Maybe he could give it to the gang later.

“Um, Zhongli,” Childe called from behind Zhongli as he led the way down the cliffside path. “Why… why did you choose to be here of all places?”

The other boy paused.

“Why?”

He turned to face Childe.

“Because I heard it was romantic, of course.”

Childe’s eyes widened and he felt his face begin to flush, even in the pouring rain. He trained his eyes on the floor, barely able to contain his grin.

“Zh-Zhongli, I also—”

Before Childe could finish his sentence, a loud crash came from behind him. He whipped around seconds before a large wave crashed into them.

＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚　Stage 4 Complete　˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ Stage 5 ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

Romance is dead.

The two boys trudged home in complete silence, neither one of them daring to bring up what had just happened on the cliff side.

They were both completely drenched to the bone in sea water, and the pouring rain didn’t give any indication of stopping soon. Their date had ended in the worst possible outcome.

This is so fucking awkward…

“Well, this is me,” Zhongli announced, stepping towards one of the nearby neighborhood homes.

“Ah, y-yeah,” Childe mumbled, looking anywhere but Zhongli. “I-I’m heading off, then.”

He turned away, completely ready to finally flee the scene of the crime. Childe begged to every single god he could list off the top of his head that Zhongli would not open his mouth. He just wanted the day to be over with as soon as possible.

“Wait.”

Goddammit.

“Would you care to come in and dry up?”

C-come in? As in, go into his house?

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Childe declined hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck. Knowing their luck that day, they would probably somehow manage to commit arson faster than Klee.

“At least let me get you a towel,” Zhongli pressed, turning away before Childe could protest.

Oh, fun.

Zhongli returned a few minutes later holding onto a fluffy, hot pink D*ra the Explorer towel and handed it to Childe as if there was nothing wrong.

“Um, wh-why…”

“Worry not, it was just washed yesterday.”

“That’s not the issue here.”

Childe reached out to grab it, training his eyes intensely onto D*ra’s scrunched up face.

“I… I had fun today.”

Faster than lightning, Childe snatched up the D*ra towel and turned away as fast as he could.

“G-g↝oodnight!” Childe exclaimed. His voice cracked in the most embarrassing way possible. And as Childe raced down the road, he could feel his face heating up and his heart pumping (a bit too quickly) in his chest.

He ran the wrong way.

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ Stage 5 Complete ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

.｡❅⋆⍋∞* Stage 6 ∞⍋⋆*❅｡.

Well, I’m never going to school again, Childe decided.

On the way home, he had dropped by the Mora Tree shop and bought himself a humongous bulletin board.

Finally, somewhere to hang all of my Zhongli creep shots. Haha, just kidding.

(I’m only hanging up some of them.)

Instead, Childe began to plan out every single possible route he could take on campus in order to get through all his classes without bumping into Zhongli even once.

“So, if I go down the H-wing hall right after history before turning into the G-wing and ducking between the two portable classrooms, I can avoid Zhongli’s line of site as he exits his class in the F-wing. Then, I’ll wait for him to pass by before sneaki—”

Briiing. Briiing.

“SKIIIYAAAA!” Childe shrieked. He whipped around to find his phone buzzing on his bed with an incoming call.

“Bitch, don’t scare me like that!” He screamed into the phone the second he picked up.

“Gee, did you get dumped or something?” Aether teased.

“Fuck you.”

“Sorry, I don’t swing that way.”

Childe wanted to punch a dumb blonde underclassman.

“So, how’d your date go?” A new voice piped up, belonging to the second half of a chaotic duo.

“Lumine, don’t talk to him! He’s dirty.”

“The hell…?” Childe was now going to add a slap to the punch.

“Actually, I bet you were sitting in your room crying just now and planning out every possible route you can take tomorrow in order to avoid bumping into him.”

Childe sat in silence.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“… Ok.”

He hung up.

.｡❅⋆⍋∞* Stage 6 Complete ∞⍋⋆*❅｡.

*̩̩̥͙　•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　Stage 7　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙　*̩̩̥͙

As the early morning sun began to rise over the horizon, shining its brilliant light upon the prestigious high school of Teyvat, a certain orange haired cretin sat hunched over beneath the bushes outlining the school. He had covered himself up from head to toe with joggers, a hoodie, and a face mask and was now looking through his extra handy $1 W*sh binoculars.

Basically, he looked like a pervert.

“Zhongli, Zhongli, Zhon—”

“What the fuck?”

I’ve been seen!

“Childe?”

“Wh-wh-wh-wh-who???”

“C’mon, man,” Childe felt the overhanging branches being brushed aside as a tall, nosy ice lord shoved his way into Childe’s stakeout spot. “Is this about Zhongli dumping you?”

“Why does everyone think he dumped me?!!” Childe whined.

“I mean, you’re literally sitting underneath some bushes on a school campus peeking out of binoculars.”

“… point taken …”

“Look, if you want my advice—”

“I don’t.”

“If you want my advice,” Kaeya repeated through gritted teeth, “you have to think of first loves like lice.”

“Bitch, go the fuck away from me.”

“If you only look at the negatives, then all you see is a scratchy head and a dry scalp. But thinking about it like that only makes it seem much worse than it actually is. Because if you really think about it, these lice will stay with you as your companion for the rest of your life.”

“…”

“Whether you’re sad or lonely or happy, your lice are there with you through all the hardships. Even when your friends betray you, or the rivers begin burning up with fire, or the world falls entirely into chaos, at least you will always have your lice there by your side. And when you wake up each morning, that familiar itchy tingling in your scalp will feel like a good morning kiss.”

“I—”

“Just some food for thought.” Kaeya grinned, standing up and walking off into the sunrise.

“I neither want to eat or think again.” Childe muttered, staring after Kaeya’s retreating figure. How anyone could find such a man attractive was beyond him.

Childe took one last sweep around the school quadrangle and spotted Aether and Lumine standing on the opposite side, laughing and bantering.

“Aetherrrrrr,” Childe called out, running up to them. And before the blonde boy could land a kick in, Childe had wrapped his arms around his neck and began crying profusely.

Childe was emotionally unstable.

“Aether, I don’t know what to do, I—”

Through his watery vision blurred by tears, Childe could barely make out a large brown smudge standing beside Lumine. Was that…?

“Yeah, yeah, just get your marriage dispute over and done with,” Aether grumbled, shoving Childe off of him and towards the figure. “Geez, no need to drag the whole country in on it, too.”

“Uh… haha…” Childe laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“May I talk to you for a second?”

The bell rang.

“Haha, would you look at the time!” Childe flashed a smile and began to turn away, but was stopped by Zhongli grabbing onto his shoulders with both hands.

“Wait. A-after class… I need to tell you something.”

Childe glanced to the side, his face quickly heating up. “A-after class sh-should be fine…”

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After class was not fine.

As soon as the bell rang to dismiss the students for lunch, Childe ran through the survival guide he had created last night. He hurried down the H-wing, ducking behind the G-wing classrooms before—

“Augh!”

Standing with his arms crossed and back leaning against the classroom, stood Zhongli, as if he had been expecting Childe to show up here.

“I thought you would be here.”

“Am I that easy to read?”

“No,” Zhongli straightened up and strode towards Childe, closing the distance between them in just two swift steps. “I just know you well.”

“Ah…” Childe trained his eyes on the floor.

“And about the other day,” Zhongli went on, “I apologize. I should not have acted that way, especially on our first date.”

Oh my gosh, he said the ‘d’ word!

“You know,” Zhongli unconsciously leaned closer, and Childe's senses suddenly amplified. “You should not go along with everything I say, even if it is on the first date.”

“Y-yes…”

“You are looking kind of red. Are you okay?”

“M-mm-hm.”

“Want to be my boyfriend?”

“Mm, su-sure…”

Wait…

…

…

,,,

“WH-WHAT?!!”

“Boyfriend.”

“A-are you sure?”

“To be honest, no, I am not,” Zhongli said, taking a step back. Childe finally found the courage to look up. Zhongli, who was usually so stoic and indifferent, was now blushing so inordinately that Childe was at a loss for words.

“But, these past few days, I have had the honor of looking through a window into your life, and,” he swallowed, “it has made me conclude that I really want to get to know you. I want to laugh with you and be the cause of your laughter. And if you say ‘yes,’ I promise I will do my best to make you happ—”

“Uuuuunnnhh,” Childe groaned out, covering his reddening face with his hands. He leaned his head against Zhongli’s shoulder, who, in turn, wrapped his arms gently around Childe’s waist in a shy, but comfortable hug. “I… I need a moment.”

“Is it okay for me to take that as a yes?”

“Y-yeah… idiot.”

Zhongli reached up to grab Childe’s hands, pulling them away from his face.

“May I…?”

Without thinking, Childe swung his arms around Zhongli’s neck, pulling him closer and gently kissing him on the lips.

Zhongli blinked when Childe pulled away.

“I was asking for your number.”

“Oh.”

Childe began construction on a guillotine for himself.

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No one dared to comment on how or where Childe managed to get so much McDonald's for lunch.

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Hey, I'm Clef. Thank you so much for reading!

I've been posting my fanfictions on ao3 for a long time, but I wanted to try out tumblr. I used to read a lot of fanfictions on here, but I never fully figured out how to use it. This is an old fic from 2020, but I really enjoyed writing it.

I'll probably be uploading a few of my other old fics onto here so stay tuned if you enjoyed this one!

Read it on ao3!

[yoimo06]

09:26 am !! 18.04.24

First day of writing my thoughts feelings and experiences here and whatever else. I heard tumblr works well as a journal/blog so might as well.

Even though I'm honestly still not entirely sure how this platform works (especially not on the pc ver) we all learn as we go, don't we?

Anyhow. I gotta get back home from school.. can't believe I'm sick again! Man, it's all the girl's fault for not being able to keep their asses home when they're sick. I confronted one of the girls about it and she really said "You would've gotten mad at me for not coming to help with the project" (we are unfortunately working on a group contest together — a group of 6 girls) like, no girl, no one would. She was the one that got mad at another person from our group when THEY were sick and told them to come to school. Darn hypocrite.

I hate this damn problem doe. Its so stupid. There are ups to it though. For example, i didn't have to attend a bunch of classes which is cool but then again im falling behind w all the lessons and shit so thats not great.

I just want it to be over fast. Cant stand working w some of these people no more. Fake asf

Rn im taking a bath! My favourite thing to do ngl. Its so warm and nice and cosy. Outside, in the parking lot behind our house theres people setting up the farmers market. Ive always found it so endearing and nice!! I love farmers markets and even if i dont buy anything, just passing thru it is nice.

On another brighter than all the other notes!!! My boyfriend got accepted into Uni here!!! We'll be breaking long distance soon. Its all happening so fast but im so glad so so glad hes coming home soon. I miss him more than anything. He's also going to come visit in a week or so!! I cant wait

Next week our school has this thing called 'Green week' where we take a break from normal school activities to instead do other things related to nature n shit. In concept it sounds nice but our teachers always pick the most boring activities for us...that sucks. For example, we'll be going to the Botanical garden for 4 hours!!! That'd be cool and all but we all know the botanical garden like the back of our hands from how much we visited it.. Theres plenty of other things to see, im sure, but most teachers don't wanna bother with actual interesting stuff, unfortunately.

Another small something is that i have recently started playing Star Rail again! Its great!! I would say im doing quite well, advancing through the story and stuff... I still have to properly build my charas doe oops! Thing is, i came back for this new character called 'Boothill', truly a charming gentleman. Haha! I managed to farm around 100 wishes in a week with a bit of help from my boyfriend as well~ I will get Boothill guys trust!! I kinda gave in though and pulled for Aventurine as well ... and i got him. But theres around 40 days left to farm for Boothill so im sure ill be gucci!! Ill be pulling for both him and his lightcone... and hopefully more copies of him hehe~~~

Todays weather was kinda shitty. The weather has been shitty recently actually. Its so cold and it keeps raining even tho not too long ago it was all nice warm and sunny, like how spring should be! I miss the nice weather, i hope it comes back soon so i can wear my short skirts, long socks and cool graphic tees!

Hmm~ I might hop back on here later mayhaps mayhaps to write some more stuff but for now ill be signing off!

Byebye ~

[diseasedrat2000]

hi just a quick little friendly note: i have no problem with you not loving me, that’s ok, i get it, but hearing you say it and phrase it like that feels so so crushing and so awful, your feelings are your feelings but if they could not be expressed to me in that way that would be great. it’s totally ok for you not to love me but to hear you say it flat out like that is crushing. i like you lots, you’re not an idiot so you know how i feel about you but i can’t hear you say i don’t love you again, please. and i’m not trying to force you to say anything either way because that’s not who i am/want to be as a person, but when you ‘slip up’ like that, please please don’t say oop i don’t love you, just be like oh sorry, i like you lots,

is the message i’ve had to send to my partner tonight because when we were on a call (only a short one) he accidentally said i love you just as we were saying goodbye but then was like ‘oh sorry i don’t love you i mean i like you lots, just goes to show how easy it is to say that to you’ and i kinda had to be like yeah i like you too goodnight because it was my bedtime but like boy, BOY, don’t do that to me, please!! this is the fourth time it’s happened, my sister asked him if he loved me a couple weeks ago and he was like no i don’t but i like them (me) very much and i was like haha same but inside a bit of me died because it’s just not what anyone wants to hear. his hang ups about the word are his and i respect that, i haven’t said it either even though ive felt it since november, but i can’t keep hearing him actively say he doesn’t love me, even if he follows it with i like you lots. has anyone else experienced this? am i being unreasonable? please please tell me if i am, im autistic so i don’t know what a ‘normal’ relationship should look like and yeah

[gureshinlover]

More of JAMROCK translation! Second part is a short one for Tamausagi’s and Ten’s introduction it’s really fun~~

The links to the drama track on youtube and spotify are here

Translation of [Prologue: TRACK02] on below:

[Prologue: TRACK 02]

Ten: Pow! Pow! Oniisan, you heard the broadcast just now!?

[TN: He’s calling him oniisan because Tamausagi is older, not because they’re related]

Tamausagi: Haha, dear customer, don’t move around while I’m washing your hair please?

….Stand still you idiot

Ten: Ah? You said somethin’!?

Tamausagi: Ah no, nothing

Ten: Is that so? Anyway, ahhh this can’t be real… Vibes are getting great! Pow! Pow!

Tamausagi: Hahaha, if you move any more, you might get hot water on your face?

Ten: But how can I get calm! It’s a Reggae audition hosted by Oneness!? Actually, why are you so freaking calm!?

Tamausagi: After all, haven’t there been countless Reggae tournaments organized before.

I’ll be massaging like this, alright~

Ten: Ah~… But Oneness organizing is for the first time y’know~? That’s still somethin’ amazing! Even for me, it’s something pretty special

Tamausagi: Dear customer, you seem to be liking Oneness a lot

Ten: Liking... Nah, it’s RESPECT!

Oneness brought Reggae to this messed up country—I was shivering in that moment…! Weren’t you the same!?

Tamausagi: Well, at that time, I was still in primary school. I just thought “Oh cool”, I didn’t get that enthuasiatic. By the way, aren’t you around the same age as me?

Ten: Haha! Even so, I felt somethin’ inside as a kid! In my heart!

Tamausagi: Heh…

Ten: You don’t look interested~! By any chance, you haven’t felt Love & Peace with Reggae yet!?

Lemme show you then! With my song!!

Tamausagi: Ah no, I don’t need it.

Ten: Don’t say that~ I’ll sing a bit so listen ok? Ahem…

Ah but, somehow, did you increase your strength? Ah..OW OW OW! STOP STOP! MY HEAD IS GONNA BREAK!!

Tamausagi: Oops, I’m really sorry. I’m still not used to massaging

Ten: *sigh* C-Can’t be helped then! Okay Okay

Tamausagi: By the way, customer, you’re famous right? I once saw you getting introduced as  “Street reggae’s young prodigy, Hakumo Ten” on TV.

That feeling talking just now, you’ll participate in this tournament too right?

Ten: YEAH MAN!

Pheww~, so you really know about me? I’m getting embarrassed! Well, it’s like, who’s gonna join if not me, and people around me don’t leave me alone too yknow!

Tamausagi: Is that so… Actually, I’m thinking whether I should join too

Ten: Huh? Seriously!? Even though you looked like you didn’t have interest at all!?

Tamausagi: Having interest and participating in it are totally different stories right?

Ten: Aah, you might be right! However, winning even though you’re not interested, Ragga Clash isn’t that easy y’know?

Tamausagi: …Thanks for the advice

Ten: Haha, you’re interesting. Ha~h, got it, so it means you’ll be my rival huh! Meeting somewhere like this must be predestined! Nuh-uh~

Tamausagi: Then, I’m washing off the bubbles~

Ten: Gah!? Wait, it’s getting in my eyes!! The hot water!!

Tamausagi: That’s why I told you not to move~

Ten: Eh, I was standing still—

Tamausagi: Alright, alright, it’ll end soon

Ten: Yeah man…

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Tamausagi:  — How does it feel like this?

Ten: Ohhhhh!! Wicked! It’s burnishing my dread!!

Man, you got great talent! And also such charisma! Allow me to call you by your name for the next time!

Tamausagi: Thank you so much. Then next time coming to the store, call me Tamausagi.

Ten: Usagi-chan huh~ What a cute name

Tamausagi: Don’t call me like that please.

Ten: Eh? It’s a no? Then, saying the first part, “Tama”! Haha, this time it’s like a cat!

Tamausagi: It’s even worse than “Usagi-chan”.

Ten: Eh~~

Tamausagi: Call me “Tamausagi” please.

Ten: Hmm, can’t help it then… Then, nice to meet you, “Tamausagi”!

Tamausagi: Yes, nice to meet you too. Then, about the bill—

Ten: UOOOHHH!! WHATTTTTT!?

Tamausagi: ! shut your mouth… Ahem, what happened?

Ten: Oi oi, it’s the worst! Look at my phone!

Tamausagi: tch, what the heck—

Ten: ONE PAISEN HAS DISAPPEARED, IT SAYS! IT’S THE RULER OF THE COUNTRY YKNOW!?

EVEN THOUGH RAGGA CLASH STARTING HAS BEEN ANNOUNCED RECENTLY

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN…?

 Translator: Zeuzey

[bakgos]

@indignaticn​ said : 1, 5, & 6 for the questions for muns meme !! | memes for roleplay muns.

What is your favorite trope to rp?

uggggh there’s so many to choose from and honestly i like MOST of them but i gotta say , i LOVE writing alternate universes. my faves are always like slice of life aus for characters with supernatural / action packed canons bc they get to just. be a little less yknow?? its not as crazy , its not as hard as their canon universes but the situations can still be pretty interesting! im also a huge sucker for ANY enemies to rivals to friends to lovers trope like that slow burn is always so delicious. 

What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

god there’s a lot there too. i’ve actually got a lot of like ... serious , more edgy characters that i do like but i can RARELY play them because i’m always more inclined / in tune with my cheerful , happy , depressed - but - i’ll - smile - through - it babies , because i’ve just always been able to play them much better than the former. there are exceptions , like bakugou , obviously. 

Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses.

good god i’m gonna keep this short bc if you let me ramble i will be here all day. 

first of all , bakugou’s determination to do his absolute best in life is something i’ve admired since i first saw his appearance. he was a bully and a jackass and it was hard to see that he really does have a zest for his life and what he can accomplish in it to reach his dreams, and it’s honestly something that’s carried me through my own trials throughout these last few years. there’s something just so inspiring about seeing him overcome challenge after challenge, especially when so many of those challenges are internal. it isn’t something you notice much in the series because of how the focus is primarily on deku , but when you DO get those scenes where you see bakugou’s unraveling , where he’s trying so hard to keep it together in the face of a struggle within , idk it really got to me. the way he bottles things up inside is absolutely unhealthy , but i’m glad he’s progressing in a way that has him opening up a little more , showing emotion a little easier. it’s just another way of showing us that he’s starting to care more , about everything.

bakugou’s work ethic is definitely out of this world. the boy may have natural talent here and there , but talent will falter through if you don’t do the proper work to upkeep your skills and we know damn well that bakugou works hard. everyone else does too , obviously , but you have to remember that bakugou has been claimed to be good at everything , by not just himself , but also his own family -- which means that , in order to tackle perfecting skills he’s already good at and be even better than the day before , he has to work EXTRA hard and push past his own limits time and time again. in his eyes , everything can be refined a little bit more ; his landing could be sharper , his blasts could have more firepower , his speed could be more advanced in his aerial movements. bakugou recognizes the importance of hard work even when you have talent like he does and that doesn’t waver in him for a second.

lastly , is his confidence. he’s overconfident and arrogant and all that , but if i had more confidence , even a shrivel of bakugou’s , i know my own life would be better. i know that i’d have the strength to tell people no more often , or say “yes i want this” more often. i wouldn’t let ANYONE step to me a wrong way , or let people who i love walk all over me ( i dont do this as much as i did in the past but it still happens oops ). obviously i don’t want to be a jerk like bakugou can be , but in his confidence there is such strength. strength to be his own person , with his own desires and needs and the ability to obtain them, and not let anyone stand in his way. it doesn’t matter if you’re a loved one , a stranger , or a villain , he’s going to figure shit out for himself and take the necessary steps after. honestly , if he was a little bit nicer , a little bit more polite , bakugou would be so perfect to me. 

[opalesense]

oh my god Your 'a sight to behold' work was mhmfmmsmamzx, i love it. im sosososoossosoo curious as to what graphic details you have in mind 😏

lose control

zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya & f!reader (NSFW)

3.5k words • ~22 min. read

summary: a part two to this where the boys are unable to fight their urges when they see you helplessly stuck in a wall.

warnings: slight dubcon, choking, cunnilingus, facefucking, a bit of zhongli favoritism oops!

notes: omg hehehe thank youu i’m so glad you liked it <3 i wrote it at 2AM and was so surprised it turned out decently well for my fuzzy brain HAHA anyway as for the graphic details... i only left them out originally because i wasn’t sure if anon wanted straight up full nsfw or not >////< but since you asked you shall receive... <3

zhongli

 Zhongli effortlessly took the rocks off of you, waiting and watching your slight movements for a few moments before your eyes finally fluttered open. A throbbing pain in your temple sent one of your hands to gently massage it, making you wince quietly in pain. “Zhongli...”

 “This is the result of carelessness and insufficient planning,” he crossed his arms and studied your curves as he calmly scolded you. “Next time, let me take the lead.”

 As you laid there massaging your head, his eyes traced up and down your body, fixating on the way your legs were helplessly spread in front of him, parted in such a way that he knew he would fit perfectly if he sat between them. Following that train of thought, he uncrossed his arms and slowly climbed on the bed of rocks, letting his body hover over you and supporting his weight with a hand planted above your head.

 His free hand crept up your shirt, pulling it up in the process. The way he suddenly exposed your torso made you gasp and simultaneously wince again from the sudden movements. You weakly placed a hand on his forearm, initially in instinctual protest but then relaxing as you knew this was not just some stranger from the outside, but a man you trusted. “Z-Zhongli, what are you-“

 “Checking for injuries, of course,” he lied with a coy smile which made you softly giggle. His hand slowly caressed your bare hips and waist, noticing the way your skin formed goosebumps at his touch. You watched as his gloved fingers hovered over your bruises and scrapes, making their way up your torso then finally pulling your bra up to reveal your breasts. You swore you could hear the hunger in his low growl as his eyes were desperately fixated on your half naked body.

 “Zhongli, at least take me home first–“ you attempted to speak up but he interrupted you by wrapping his hand around your throat, applying pressure while his knee wedged itself in the empty spot between your legs. As you choked, you finally got a good look at his face. The amicable yet stoic expression Zhongli usually had was replaced with something more sinister, more lustful. With heavily breaths and shaky hands, you could sense he was getting needier by the second.

 “Right now?” you managed to whisper as you stared into his glowing amber eyes. Unable to form coherent words now, all he could do was press his forehead against yours and let his lips quiver as he fought the thoughts that flooded his mind. He knew he shouldn’t do this. He knew he should help you get home and ensure that your wellbeing is secured. A war raged on inside his head, the logical side of him trying to fight his urges, but he knew he couldn’t uphold this for long. His body couldn’t help but latch onto yours, grinding against you in desperation. You two didn’t need to say much to each other to know when Zhongli was craving you like this. Looking down at his knee slowly rubbing against you, you already knew what was going to happen. From the sight of you so vulnerable under him, your legs spread out in a perfect position for him to take you, all he wanted to do in this moment was chase his release. And yes, he needed to do it now.

 You tilted your chin up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips, slightly catching him off guard. He let go of your throat as he gave you another short kiss back, letting out what sounded like a whimper once he pulled his face away. You sighed contently as you glanced down at his growing bulge. “Well, make it quick, okay? Then we can continue this at home–“

 Immediately after hearing your approval, Zhongli wasted no time to lean down and wrap his lips on one of your nipples, immediately biting and sucking, causing you to arch your back and gasp at the sensation. He simultaneously freed his already hardened cock from his pants, slowly pumping it with his hand and letting out a low groan, sending vibrations to your nipple. You whimpered in pleasure, instinctively trying to pin your knees together in an attempt at modesty which only squeezed him closer to you.

 He let go of your nipple and lifted himself up, now standing in front of you and slowly pumping his cock as he looked down at the sight of your lewd position. “Please tell me if this is too much,” he managed to tell you before he lifted one hand towards a boulder and crushed it into a peculiar shape with one swift movement.

 Before you could process why he was now hovering the large rock over your body, you felt the earth rumble below you and push you upwards, straightening your spine as if you were laying on a table. Your legs began to dangle off the edge of the newly made platform as he locked you in place with the boulder he had shaped, which you noticed had a space carved into it only large enough for your waist to be pinned down. It was all adding up now as he grabbed both of your legs and pulled you closer to him, ensuring that you couldn’t escape his cleverly built trap.

 Lifting your knees over his shoulders and pulling your underwear to the side, you felt his erection prod your slick entrance before he slowly pushed himself inside of your cunt, groaning in pleasure as he grabbed ahold of your thighs for stability. He began to rock his hips back and forth immediately, leaving you breathlessly moaning at the little time you had to adjust to his size.

 “Only you make me feel this way,” he muttered as his grip on your thighs tightened. He leaned forward to pound into you at a better angle, his hips slamming into yours with each powerful thrust. “Only you can make me lose control of myself so easily...”

childe

 “...I’m sure I can make all the pain go away and replace it with pleasure instead.”

Childe’s words echoed in your head as he yanked your underwear down and firmly gripped your ass, spreading your folds apart and making you shiver at the sudden exposure. You tried to wiggle your way out of the pile of rocks in protest, but that only pushed you further into his grasp, making him laugh at your pathetic attempt to escape. You didn’t want to admit that this was slowly turning you on, but looking down at the damp stain in your underwear, Childe knew regardless.

 “You make it so easy for me,” he traced a finger over your already wet folds, eliciting a whimper from your throat. “You make it so easy for me to conquer you and remind you that you’re mine to play with.”

 Even though you weren’t eager to get toyed around with, given the current circumstances of being completely locked in with nowhere to go, you weren’t completely opposed either. You couldn’t help but mewl at the feeling of Childe suddenly pushing one gloved finger inside of your trembling cunt, slowly curling his digit to massage your walls. “At least... take me home first...” you whined cutely, he thought.

 “Why should I when you’re already enjoying yourself here?” he pulled his finger out momentarily only to push back in with two fingers, “Look how wet you are when we’ve only just begun...”

 Childe could hardly contain himself either, but he didn’t want to verbally admit it. If only you could see how hard he was getting by the second just by staring at your vulnerable holes and the way your underwear hung around your knees, or the tiny squirming of your legs when he pushed the right spots inside you. If only you could see the way his eyebrows knitted together, breath stuttering as he fantasized about railing you into next year in this position, fucking you into the wall for hours until you cried for him to stop.

 But for now, he decided he’d show you some mercy and make it quick. As he used his free hand to unbuckle his pants and unsheath his cock, he was determined to hear your screams echo around the walls of the cavern first before letting you go. “Hold still for me, okay? It’s not like you can go anywhere, anyway,” he chuckled then pulled his fingers out to grip your ass and position himself behind you, “I’ll make you feel so good...”

 “Childe, wait–!” was all you could say before moaning in ecstacy as he began to drive his cock into your aching hole, each inch pushing apart your walls so deliciously that he couldn’t help but moan too. He stayed still for a moment, bottomed out inside of you, head pressed up against the rocks as he relished in the feeling of you clamping around his cock. But before you could relax and bask in the delightful feeling of being stuffed full, he squeezed your ass with both hands and began pounding into you with no second thought.

 Whatever pain you might have had before was surely gone by his penetration alone. He knew how good he was screwing you by the way you whimpered out his name in between moans, or the way you subtly pressed up against him with the limited movement you had, matching his rhythm. “You better pray that I don’t lose control and fuck you here until the sun rises,” he said with a dubious smirk that you wish you could’ve seen, “But I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

diluc

 To say Diluc was nervous as his eyes were pinned on your thighs rubbing together was an understatement. He could feel himself getting more aroused by the second, staring at your underwear and noticing a subtle wet stain that had developed beforehand. Your words were completely drowned out in his mind. All he could focus on was resisting his urges and maintaining his composure like a true gentleman.

 But surely a gentleman could be a little self indulgent now and then, right? Especially since you were tempting him so badly wiggling around like that, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were doing this to him on purpose.

 He took a few steps closer to the wall and adjusted his gloves before reaching into his coat pocket for a hair tie. “Could you repeat that again for me, dear?” he tilted his head as he gathered his long strands into a ponytail, never taking his eyes off of your glistening skin.

 You happily obliged, listening to him kneel down behind you, assuming he was just picking up another rock. “I was just saying how – Diluc?”

 Your assumption couldn’t possibly be more wrong. He interrupted you by pulling your underwear down to your thighs, licking his lips as his hungry gaze traced your wet folds, imagining what your face must look like by how he took you by surprise. His grip on your thighs tightened as he fantasized about you, the straps of your underwear still wrapped around his fingers to keep his hands on you no matter how much you squirmed underneath him.

 He leaned down to press a sweet kiss on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you in response. Smirking, he stuck out his tongue and began slowly tracing the wet muscle around your folds, savoring your taste and savoring the sweet moans you gave him at the same time. “Keep making those pretty sounds, my love,” he whispered, his hot breath against your cunt driving you crazy.

 His slow and sensual kisses on your cunt was only the start of his feast. Each kiss was accompanied with small circles he rubbed into your thighs with his thumbs and low periodic groans that sent vibrations through his tongue, making you whimper in ecstacy. But as much as he loved taking things slow and steady, he wanted to hear you cry out his name. He wanted to see how far he could take you to the edge by his control alone. He wanted to make those pretty legs tremble violently under his touch.

 In one swift motion, he began to prod his tongue against your entrance, stretching your folds by drawing circles with his eager muscle. If only the rocks weren’t holding you down along with his hands pressing your thighs into place, you surely would have been thrashing around at the way he teased you with his tongue alone. Slowly, he began to extend his tongue into you more, inching his face closer to your aching hole and stopping once his nose met your skin. The sensation of his tongue gently quivering inside you made you melt, even more so when he started to fuck you at a steady pace with his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he relished in your taste.

 Soon, his movements started to reflect how hungry he really was for you. He bobbed his head steadily, stifling his moans so he could listen to yours. He took one hand off of your thigh to gently rub your clit with his thumb, still fucking you with his tongue and making you subtly rock your hips back and forth to match his rhythm. It hadn’t even been very long since he laid his hands on you, but your body couldn’t help but react to how worked up he was making you.

 And of course, he would notice these reactions. Your shaky rhythm against his was an indicator to hold you down firmly and quicken his pace, and surely enough, the heat in your core was starting to build up. You buried your head in the rocks, flustered and blushing more than you ever had before. “D-Diluc...! More... more, please!”

 When he pulled his tongue out, you figured he was just going to be mean to you and deny your orgasm but you were pleasantly mistaken. To your surprise, after a moment of rustling as he took one of his gloves off, he pushed two fingers inside of your needy hole and began to hit your sweet spot immediately as he fingered you, almost as if he had memorized what makes you cry out in pleasure. His eager lips began to suck on your clit as well, his heart set on making you cum on his fingers.

 Soon enough, you couldn’t contain it anymore. Your legs quivered as you reached your peak, your mewling and whining sadly muffled by the rocks but loud enough for him to hear you clearly enough. The sound of his name being echoed throughout the cavern as your orgasm exploded on his bare fingers was enough to make his cock throb. With heavy, warm breaths, he pulled his face and fingers away from you to let you calm down from your climax, his face flushed red and nose shining from your wetness. “So beautiful... I can never get enough of you, [Y/N].”

 You whined as he slowly let go of your thigh after giving you one last kiss on your sensitive clit. He licked his lips once more, lapping up all your wetness and wiping the excess that had dribbled down on his chin with his sleeve. With a chuckle, he stood up and placed his hands back on your ass, squeezing your curves and pressing his hips against yours. His clothed bulge fit so perfectly between your cheeks, snuggling comfortably in your wetness to leave a stain on his pants. He grinded himself into you even more at the sight of this, teasing you just for the fun of it. “Don’t worry love, we’re not going anywhere just yet...”

kaeya

 “Now that I think about it, I do deserve a prize for saving you, don’t I?”

 Kaeya’s hands travelled from massaging your scalp to scaling up your jaw, one thumb tracing your bottom lip gently asking to let him in. You pouted stubbornly, losing your patience – you had been stuck here for a while and wanted to get out, after all. “Quit running–“

 But alas, he used this moment to stick his thumb inside your mouth, letting the pad of his finger massage your tongue. He let out a hum of satisfaction as your eyes softened, slowly submitting to his touch. “You’re being awfully defiant to the one person who can get you out of here. I ought to teach that naughty mouth of yours a lesson while I claim my prize, hm?”

 This man never knows when to shut up, a voice in your head complained. But admittedly, the way he stared at your mouth so longingly had your core light up a tiny bit. You whined in response at first, looking down (or up?) at his thumb disappearing inside your mouth then deciding it would be best to comply. With a small hum you opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue stick out as your eyes darted to meet his. He grinned contently, pulling his thumb out of your mouth to pull his cock out of his pants. No matter how many times you’ve seen his length, you never understood how he managed to fit himself inside you.

 “Good girl,” he tucked his hand under your neck to offer support as he pressed his tip against your awaiting tongue. He started rocking his hips slightly just to tease you, grinning evilly as he stared down at your eyes. “You’re so cute like this. So vulnerable and eager to please whenever I want you...”

 He began to slowly push himself into your mouth, letting out a groan of relief as he buried himself inch by inch. You sputtered a bit at first, not completely used to his length just yet, but secretly he loved whenever you choked on his cock. He let you ride out your choking a bit more as he nearly bottomed out, watching as your throat slowly relaxed around his bulge.

 His other free hand found its way on your cheek, caressing it as he started to rock his hips back and forth very slowly, basking in the feeling of your throat clamped around his cock. “Such a good girl, making me feel so good whenever I want... You’re doing very well, sweetheart,” he quietly praised, opting to listen to your muffled whimpering whenever he pushed in.

 A bit of restlessness started to kick in after awhile of fucking your mouth so slowly, and with a naughty smirk, Kaeya took both hands to grip both sides of your head. He started to thrust into your mouth at a quicker pace, occasionally pulling out to give you a breath of air only to bury himself in your throat again. He found himself unable to contain his moans at this point, letting his sweet, raspy praises for you ring through your ears. Your legs started to twitch in excitement the more he praised you for being so obedient and good for him that despite your initial defiance, you hoped he would take care of your needs later.

 Your thoughts were interrupted by his fingers running across your scalp then suddenly taking a tight grip on your head as he fucked your brains out quite literally. He began to get lost in the feeling, ignoring your pleas for air as you tapped his thigh repeatedly through tears. Even when he snapped back to his senses for a moment to pull out, he whined desperately as he quickly pushed himself back in, wanting to chase his orgasm so badly using your mouth.

 “S-So good for me... I’m gonna...! F-Fuck, no..!” Kaeya quickly and quite nervously pulled himself out of you, leaving you immediately coughing and gagging in your own spit and his precum. He grunted in frustration, leaving you confused and concerned as you continued to choke for air. He suddenly tucked his cock back into his pants haphazardly and went straight back to work on getting the rocks off of you.

 “W-What was that all about? Are you waiting until we get home or something?” your voice was clearly defeated as you watched him work. He only glanced back at you for a moment before chuckling and pulling one specific rock out of the pile to send the rest tumbling down, finally revealing your trembling body, exposed in all of its glory. You gasped in a mixture of relief and excitement as he hungrily climbed on top of you and pulled you towards him so your head wouldn’t hang off the edge anymore. You giggled at how disheveled and horny he evidently was, his movements ragged and needy. Who could blame him for looking so desperate when he was staring up and down your vulnerable body, waiting to devour you like a hungry beast?

 His hands worked with urgency as he ripped your underwear off and unsheathed his cock again, manhandling your hips to meet his. You gasped as he quickly pushed himself inside of your cunt and began pounding into you mercilessly, not letting you adjust to his size since you were already so aroused for him anyway. Your cute whimpers and gasps made him even more feral, and it was at this point that he decided to lean down and whisper the answer to your question earlier.

 “Sorry, sweetheart. I can’t just wait until we get home, I need to be inside you right now...”

[blueeyedheizer]

❝Marry Me, Then.❞ — Henry Johnson (Michael Gray)

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, pregnancy, brief mention of abortion, henry/michael and the reader are 18 or 19 in this

A/N: I'm a sucker for s2 Michael <3 I hope you enjoy this one. It's a bit sappy, but i've done worse haha. Also...I have no idea how contraception worked in the 20s and I didn't feel like doing research (oop) so we're just gonna pretend this is a modern AU condom-wise and pregnancy test-wise 🤷🏻‍♀️

The last few days had been rough, to say the least. You had been feeling oddly sick, reacting differently to certain smells and feeling a lot more tired than usual, the simplest task taking all energy out of you.

You’d had your suspicions on what it could be for a couple of days but now, after taking 3 different pregnancy tests this morning, it wasn't just a suspicion anymore.

Thankfully, it was Henry who opened the door to the Johnson household a few seconds after you knocked. It didn't take long for him to notice your tear stained cheeks, his greeting smile turning into a worried frown.

"Are your parents home?" You quickly asked, glancing behind him. Henry kept the door open for you then shook his head, a wordless answer to your question. Finally you stepped inside, sniffling softly as he closed the door.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Henry questioned, tucking some of your hair behind your ear before cupping your face gently.

You shut your eyes tightly, licking your lips as you tried to think of the right words to say.

"There's something I have to tell you." you paused, taking in a deep breath. "But I need you to promise not to get mad." You asked softly, looking down to avoid his gaze. But then almost immediately Henry curled a finger under your chin, lifting it up before taking your hands in his in a reassuring manner.

"I promise I won't get mad. What is it, darling?"

"I took a pregnancy test this morning." You whispered, eyes watering again. "It came out positive." you lowered your head, afraid of his reaction.

His grip on your hands loosened a bit, but he didn't let go. You drew in a shaky inhale before continuing. "For the last couple weeks I've been feeling sick, tired, dizzy. I've been vomiting almost every morning and getting more headaches than usual. I didn't think much of it at first, but then I realized I hadn't had my period in over a month."

That's when Henry let go of your hands. You kept your arms close to yourself in response, pinching your skin anxiously while Henry ran a hand through his hair, trying to control the panic attack that was slowly setting in.

"I...H-how did that happen? We were always—"

"I don't know." You sniffled, a tear falling down your cheek. "But I already told my parents. My mom said she'll support me no matter what I choose to do with the baby, but my dad...he wants me to get rid of it." you whispered, slowly looking up at him. "Says he wants me out of the house if I decide to keep a bastard child."

Henry looked into your eyes, concern rapidly taking over every other emotions he was feeling. He stepped forward and cupped your face again, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones sweetly.

"And what do you want to do?" he wondered.

"I don't know if i'm truly ready to be a mother, but...I want to keep it." You admitted, bringing your hands to his wrists. A short silence filled the air.

"Marry me, then." you perked up instantly, eyes going wide.

"Henry—"

"I love you." he cut you off. "I knew from the day I met you that you would be the girl I marry. It doesn't matter if I do it now, or in four years. And I want this baby, our baby, to be born legitimate." you nodded along with his words, relief spreading through you as you whispered a small "okay." Then you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your noses touching.

"We'll talk with my mom as soon as she gets back. You know how much she loves you and how often she's been going on about wanting grandchildren." he chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "She has experience with raising and caring for children. She'll be more than happy to help and let you stay if needed." he explained. You nodded, smiling softly.

"Thank you." you leaned in, kissing his lips softly.

"So...is that a yes?" he wondered hesitantly.

"Yes. Of course i'll marry you, Henry." you murmured, shutting your eyes softly as you rested your forehead against his and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry." you sighed. "I know this isn't what we had planned and we still had so much time ahead of ourselves before even considering—"

"Shh." he shushed you with a gentle and soft peck on the lips. "It's okay. This isn't your fault, darling. You have nothing to apologize for."

You couldn't help but start crying again, feeling so overwhelmed with love. Sure this pregnancy was sudden and unexpected, but as long as you had Henry by your side, you knew everything would be alright.

"I love you. God, I love you so much." you whimpered before pressing your lips to his again, pouring every bit of emotion into the kiss.

After a minute you parted from the kiss and looked out the window, your smile slowly turning into a frown as you spotted a man in a long black coat and grey cap posted by the gate.