#im going through my drafts and cleaning out lol

[fairuzfan]

"There are grifters in the Free Palestine movement who are not actually interested in the liberation of Palestine and are only taking this as a chance to be antisemitic" is true.

"Therefore you should admit the Free Palestine movement has an 'antisemitism problem'" is not and fundamentally rooted in anti-Palestinian narratives lol. You cannot say this and neglect to mention that the major leaders of the Free Palestine movement are Palestinian themselves. Unless you are calling the Palestinians antisemitic for fighting for their freedoms, in which case I think you should say that.

I refuse to add caveats to statements like "Free Palestine but I'm not antisemitic!!!!!" like why is it automatically assumed that I, a Palestinian, am uniquely antisemitic and must condemn it or else I, *a Palestinian*, am directly contributing/endorsing antisemitism.

[critterbitter]

I finally got all my brain ducks into enough of a row to send this! I just wanted to say that Tumblr recommended your art to me on a whim, and I am actually OBSESSED now lol. I had no prior investment in Submas or anything tangentially related to it prior to this (aside from liking Pokémon generally lol), but I couldn’t help but tear through everything you’ve drawn for these silly little rat children and I love them so much now!!! I wanna pick them up and shake him around like little action figures! The shenanigans and the heartfelt moments are just,, UGH so good! I have no words! Thank you for the food I am going FERAL over them <3

Your art is also high key goals for me now tbh. I absolutely ADORE your coloring and rendering style, and also they way you draw Pokémon in general?? Very animalistic but still recognizably Pokémon?? Literally galaxy brained. I’m going to SCREAM. I know you already posted a bit of your art process, but I’d love to know if you’ve got any rendering tips and/or how you get that clean but sketchy look. It looks so good I want to eat it lol.

(Also I really love the way you’ve been formatting Elesa’s dialog, with the extra lines around the letters. It really gives the vibe that her grasp on Galarian is currently shaky at best and idk, I like that you’ve managed to find a way to convey that over text. I think that’s pretty cool :D)

I SAW YOU REBLOG A WHOLE BUNCH AND IM,,, (throwing hearts at you)

Thank you so so much! I’m glad you love these terrible little guys wandering Unova just as much as I do, haha!

As a treat, lemme pull out some drafting for the mini illustrations. I usually start every snapshot with a run down of what I remember from the area, possible shenanigans encountered, and then a doodle of ideas to come.

From there, it’s a SUPER rough sketch, followed by lineart and rough color, and then cleanup!

(More thumbs and their finals below!)

At the end of the day, all my lines are VERY sketchy. I’m a lot stronger when it comes to mashing colors. That, and if you set your line layer from normal to multiply, the lines will always be automatically darker then whatever layer is placed underneath. It’s a trick used quite a bit for placing cel shadows in animation, but it’s useful for lineart in a pinch.

For colors, I like to stick to a limited pallet and branch out only after setting my primary colors. This entire series has been very experimental for me though, as you can probably tell.

As for the last bit— YES… YOU GET IT! As Elesa grows, the lines in her dialogue will start appearing less and less. It’s the little things that map the span of time for these guys.

Yippee!

[mediocreanomaly]

Heya! Same patchwork anon here >:]

Im so glad you like the idea! And id definitely see Vash being so protective of it, but sir we need to clean that omg 😩

But i did wanna shoot another reply cause i had another thought (Its 3am, so its the perfect time for thoughts) but imagine instead of white solid thread for Nai's janky ass milk puzzle blanket, its instead stitched with colored thread to at least give it some more life :0

I do like the idea that Nai just keeps it hidden, but imagine Nai's mate finding it and wanting to improve on it more, so little by little theyve been hand-embroiddering stuff on each patch to give it more life, and Nai doesnt notice cause he doesnt really lay it out often, and one day he just has this urge to look at it again, maybe give it a chance and add it to the nest, afterall its the thought that counts right? but then he spreads it out and sees the different embroiderry, like hearts or flowers that Nai's mate saw in books~ Theres even an ongoing embroiderry that makes it clear that his mate has been stitching this behind his back lol

(okay thats all sorry for the ramble im just so weak for them huhu)

Authors Note: Oh my gosh??? I'm so sorry for being away everyone work is busy busy busy rn, gotta serve up some of my drafts fr...anyways! Patchwork anon strikes again! You know nesting hc's are my weakness I had to indulge, R.I.P. Knives milk puzzle.

In reference to both of these post: Nesting Hc's, Patchwork Anon

A Blanket of Many Colors, Knives x Reader

You run your fingers over the blanket you had gifted Nai, the patchwork of white making the blanket look more like a haphazard ghost costume rather than a gift you'd painstakingly sown together. You sigh, you didn't really blame Nai for hiding it away in fact you'd been a be relived when you found out your mate kept the scraggly piece of fabric at all. While the vision had been there the end result had ended up lack luster at best.

You groan, about to tuck it back away in its hiding spot for good when you pause over one of the squares. Although by itself it wasn't much...it'd be the perfect base for something else. You think of what you could fill the tiles with, you had more than enough colored thread to add a bit of life to it, you mull over a couple options before remembering the book of flowers Nai had shown you once, his expression had soften as he explained the differences between each species. Inspired, you quickly grab the blanket and march over to the large bookcase in the corner of Nai's room, running your fingers over the spines of the books trying to find the correct one.

"c'mon...it's gotta be here somewh- ah!" you say triumphantly, pulling out the book containing pictures hundreds of different flowers. You'd been amazed when Nai first showed you, plants like this didn't bloom on Gunsmoke, so the idea of their soft petals were all you had to go off of. You quickly flip through the book picking out one of the flowers and grab some red thread and a needle, ready to go to work.

Some where along the way this little practice had become routine for you. Every time Nai was away or you were bored you'd sneak over to the cabinet your mate had stored the blanket and add a small embroidery. Adding a different flower every time until the blanket was becoming a colorful tapestry of your own making. You weren't sure if Nai even knew what you were doing, if he did he didn't say anything about it. So you continued the harmless pass time figuring he had just forgotten about the gift to collect dust.

He hadn't. Nai was, admittedly, particular when it came to his nest and he knew it. He'd mull over the sheets over and over making sure they were the same shade of white and that they were both soft and large enough. When you had presented him with the hand made blanket...it wasn't that he didn't apricate a gift from his beloved mate, it's just that he cringed internally anytime he thought about it in his nest. He couldn't bring himself to throw away something made by your hands though, so he had stored it away for safe keeping, not wanting anyone else to get their filthy hands on something made specifically for him.

It wasn't until a couple months and one tedious day later that he found himself marching towards his quarters. His instincts where screaming to wind down and drag you into the nest with him but you were out in Ja'Lai, escorted by Legato. He huffs, thinking of grabbing some of your clothes to add to the nest for your scent but then grimaces at the idea of all that disorganized fabric against the white sheets and pillows. He pauses looking at the cabinet that contained the gift you had made all that time ago. Although he still bristles slightly at the idea of it sprawled out in his nest...maybe it's the thought that counts? No. Absolutely not. But he could at least drag it out for a little while, maybe it wasn't as bad as he remembered.

Nai opens the cabinet and reaches in for the blanket but when he pulls it out...his eyes go wide. He holds it up so that he had a better view of what he's seeing, flowers he had only seen as a child blossom against the white fabric painting a scene of an intricate garden that only his memories and dreams could recreate. Had his mate been doing this the whole time? He tilts his head and gently traces the patters of the petals and whining stems that adorns the blanket now, then...he glances up towards his nest.

"Nai? You you here?" you call walking towards your shared room. The others had informed you of your mates arrival while you were out in town and you were eager to welcome him with open arms. You pad in, cold floor beneath you feet. He must be curled up in the nest it's where he liked to recharge after being gone. You walk towards the bed where you know a heap of white blankets and pillows is waiting as you quietly peek in the room. Your mate is in the nest alright, but...instead of the usual stark white, a myriad of color litters the top. Your blanket, you realize, is now the main center piece of the nest, curled securely around your sleeping mate as he purrs in his sleep, plant marking glowing softly. It seems...he liked the gift after all.

[laprimera]

alrighty so after some reflection and getting some outside stuff prioritized Im done some blog housework so I can get comfortable here again.

im still gonna continue my hiatus until november cause the rest of October still has a lot of rl appointments and stuff going on. ill be nuking my ask and drafts to get into maximum turtle plot overdrive and just start things clean, but here's the skinny under cut:

. Ive went and cleaned up my followers list. mostly of inactive blogs, non-mutual or blogs that haven't reached out or interacted at all. I use to think I liked a busier dash but I think trying to keep up with it had been giving me anxiety even if my muses weren't involved in anything plot wise. FOMO has been really killing my vibe more then anything and I need to cut that habit out.

you're a-okay to refollow though! I'll do the same. none of this was done out of malice or a personal dislike, and I get being so busy w/ life and personal plots that you cant interact with everyone in a convenient moment. but if you see this as an opportunity to reach out then by all means! that and I might've accidentally unfollowed one or two of you cause side-blog deal, clumbsy thumbs, and uuh, dont mind me realizing that later down the line-my bad!

. unless carefully plotted otherwise, anything outside my own canons, affiliated blogs/mains or plots is no longer canon to my own. any interaction or thread initiated towards my muses will default fall into my lore/verse unless vice versa or its plotted and etc etc. It's no longer just hanging there in the void so to speak. I need to feel more in control of my own narrative I think and trying to puzzle a lot of contradicting outside plots, dash events, etc has been mentally taxing when rp shouldn't be occupying so much space or anxiety to begin with lol.

this isn't to say everything thats happening in the dash or w/ other characters isn't important ofc! and I still want to participate; it'll just fall under a crack/non-canon tag. if things end up lining up p' well with whats going on here then I might take it into canon. This is p' much what I've been doing to begin with, it's just more concrete now and Im being more careful of what Im willing to accept now. Im ofc open to discussing stuff! DMs and disco for those who have it are open always even if I take a moment to get to it!

. Im no longer answering anon asks that are personal in some way, ie, around subject matters that aren't general headcanons asks or 'hey how do you feel about-' sorta deal. I dont feel comfortable taking it to public and while I understand having the fear of being identified, it's not fair if I'm the only one bearing the subject so to speak. If you want to talk to me through DMs you can either tell me your UN (no burners either) so I can bypass permissions here to chat or you can reach me at @shiny-miltank where my IMs are not barred to mutuals only. I don't bite really! and my discord is not public. tbh Im still very anxious about being on disco to begin w/ cause social anxiety flare ups. idk tumblr dms always seemed easier to chat until I know you on a personal basis-its just worked that way.

. making it more strict that you dont? put my geeta in place of plots, events, etc that I havent participated or plotted with, nor can you make assumptions for them based on said events. as slapped on every piece on my about/rules/pinned/etc shes heavily canon-divergent to begin with so no one knows her intentions/actions (save for me ofc) and wont act in what presumed canon-geeta would do or your own version so to speak. easy enough to slap me an IM for "is it okay to-", plotting, or just make a nebulous npc stand-in.

. things that havent changed are the use of my lore and headcanons into your own! I love seeing it integrated or adapted into other lore and seeing just how much it inspires and changes over time!

this all seems rigid but really it's just reiterating whats already in my rules and no one here has been a huge offender at all :' ) this is more for me to follow and I cant thank everyone enough for their patience and creativity for as long as I've been here. Im loosey goosey and go with the flow 90 out of 100 times.

this goes for the rest of my muses, which Ill probably clean up when Im back-but yeah! miss ya'll! hope you've been doin' good! the terrapagos plot will continue then and Ill resume reaching out and leaving details! hopefully in time for dlc ; >

[bettsfic]

I am almost finished with the first act of my novel. This is my first time having the motivation to finish.

As someone who is new to this I have to say novel writing is no joke! Writing more than 2k in a day is a climb… Betts why didn’t you warn me? Lol

If I’m being serious though. How do you do it? Get through a 50k+ novel and not lose steam? I just want to hurry up and draft all the way to the end in one go but that’s just not possible. My first draft is a mess and the further I go the more I realize it’s going to need a lot of revisions. However I continue anyways.

Is there a way to stop feeling like I’m just vomiting out words and keep calmly and passionately drafting? Or is that not realistic if you’re in it for the long haul?

Im so proud that I’ve been consistent so far but this process really is no joke.

congrats on making it to the end of the first act! that's a huge accomplishment.

i think writing is an endurance sport. it was only recently, in the past two years or so, that i've had the endurance and focus to stick with a long-form original project and see it through.

personally i have to be doing multiple kinds of drafting at the same time. i wrote about my drafting process in my newsletter if you want more specific details. (i don't mean to keep promoting this post, but it's been relevant in a lot of asks.) but basically, i write messy for a long time, then it makes me anxious and i go back and clean it up. make a mess, clean it up, over and over. and that's not the most efficient method, but it is the most encouraging. messy drafting can be very unsatisfying, but going back to clean it up can make you feel better about it.

for nano though, if you can stick it out through the month, then it'll be very relieving in december to go back and make it shinier.

[takeru-tenkuuji]

Please do tell us more about your ocs Ikki and Ace bc I too have brainrot about them 👀👀👀 (only if you want to of course) -🟡

anon im so sorry about what im going to subject you and many people to (if they read this (or the attempted version 2 that i tried to recall from memory due to me losing this draft originally, neither of which is advised)

***basically i found this draft lost in god knows where?? its the same but it..sounded more coherent than the other one and i just think itd be silly if i just had both left out there...lol..the only thing updated is that i added an extra doodle. everything else is untouched)

um something something heed suspension of disbelief. like ive warned, this is basically something totally made up in my head to the point that it deviates severely from the work's original intentions and such

but siiiiiiince you aaaaasked (cry) and i am currently sick with the flu so literally sick in the head i will do this until i think oh god, i have to be put down and never come back to the internet because i put my shitty yaoi au in here so in detail

we'll start with adjustments to revice's general plot (lol)

so this is an au where for me, george rly goes for the "make the ultimate kamen rider" guy. his father stays forever an asshole dedicated to finding shit about science, and would only create shit like the weekend to clean up his mess, but not because he feels genuine remorse. this (imo) gives george more reason to continue on hating his dad(?), and thinking he's creating something to surpass him.

george's obsession is created by his father neglecting him in his childhood and leaving him with just kamen rider to watch and play with while he worked. george grows up with a growing vengeance to beat his father at his own game i guess. feeds into a potential narrative parallel with olteca? idk

so george sets his sights on potential candidates: igarashi daiji, and kadota hiromi. both seek some sort of..justice or strength, proving one's worth, (till it all goes horribly wrong via canonical events). and of course, the inheritor of revice, ikki comes into play. george gambles on this.

in this version, they also find that ikki is not just a descendant of giff thanks to his father's genes, but giff's target human vessel. the only reason vail hates vice's guts besides wanting to kill genta's family, because he's protected under giff's will.

giff creates a demon, vice, to inherit all of ikki's memories (at least, the painful ones he doesn't want to remember, but it eventually becomes just, everything lol). vice gets a consciouness, ikki's humanity that wants to protect ikki, but ikki wants to throw away his humanity and becomes an empty kind of guy. vice inherits the desires to be boisterous and selfish, instead of somehow put together and reliable, but instead it makes ikki wonder what the hell he wanted to begin with, and desperately fills in the hole by trying to help people via nosiness, etc. hence the whole volcano form convo i think. idr. LOL

so fast forward to the sorta endish of the season, they destroy giffs body, which is perfect so he can be released from his physical form and move on to vice/ikki. george knows all of this information, and decides it's the perfect setup to test ikki's will to become a kamen rider through the wildest hardship or whatever. so george goes and tells everyone that the igarashis are descendants of giff and spreads fear that even though giff is destroyed, this family exists. shit happens.

of course, happy spa's small but passionate loyal clients try to protect the family and such, but then vice becomes a conduit to transferring giff's consciousness into ikki once he loses all his memories, he transforms into his own demon and starts attacking everyone.

(i tried lol) (sneaking in a new image)

giff has a good hold over ikki till- uh oh. huh. the demon you put all of the human memories is goin a lil crazy. vice, fueled by ikki's memories and intense emotions, alongside giff's uncontrollable power, ends up destroying giff (yay) but takes over ikki's psyche as an absolutely uncontrollable beast.

george, seeing this as a failed experiment, uses his backup plan to be the ultimate kr himself as juuga to defeat ikki, becoming a hero for the public watching and cheering him on. just like kamen rider!

except of course, igarashi family, everyone known through the season, the weekend kids, hiromi try to get through to ikki revisiting their beloved memories with him (gl daiji) while the happy spa friends try to hold back the angry mobs.

ikki begins to regain consciousness and wonder if he really was that kind of guy before

ikki's family is the last to speak to him and of course it's like. fond memories, bad memories, things that they like and hate about him, things that make him him, etc, and give that big ol berserker man a hug.

vice finally speaks up with his piece, revisiting his own individual memories with ikki as his demon, etc.

george is perplexed and livid, but he's not sure why. this would count as a success in his experiment, but not in the way that he thought it would be. the cliches of kr fulfilled(?). and the crowd no longer cheers him on.

ikki regains revice form, no vice because vice has uh. merge merged with him now. fights george, last busybody guy to hit. woooooo ahhh (coughing hacking)

and here comes my oc, post season vice LMFAO. which is just the hbdvd design bc i believe in giving maeda the chance to be just a liddle goth and have a little dangly earring

post canon vice is pretty much a preservation and a box holding ikki's memories, if ikki fights and forgets, he reminds him. but due to inheriting these memories and merging with ikki's messed up post canon soul, he ends up a lot more subdued as ikki no longer gives a shit about being a loud boy and breaking free. he just doesn't want to be alone. LOL (and in caption note, it's preservation vice and destruction ikki ty sorry. ikki in my brain wants to destroy memories, vice preserves them for him) yay. he switches in as easily as kagerou does with daiji, but doesn't like to make much conversation outside.

and FINALLY this is where my other oc (jkjk) ace comes in.

the weird ass movie, revice and geats battle royale whatever, ace uses a desire wish on ikki for him to remember all the battles he's had in place of ikki potentially wishing vice back. (i guess in this au, it'd just be in place of him wishing literally anything better for himself. also vice would absolutely hate that (ace)).

in terms of au material in geats, i believe in evil parents..or more like...morally.....wack ass parents....... like you can't be the goddess of creation that was abused for a silly future man game and not go a little crazy... so to me, the mother that ace seeks is long gone, and when he finds her again before she dies, she tells him they should just fuck up the world (thumbs up) for everything it's done to them. ace is faced with 1) contemplating the human side of him that craved what he believed was family (through keiwa and his sister, the complicated relationship between neon and her family, as well as ikki's) 2) whether he wanted to do anything with his power towards the world because of his mom, what his mom put him through, what the world put them through (hence the tarot card, judgement. the power and the perspective to judge the world?)

i love the ninetailed fox theme sorry so not only is he a white haired anime boy in god form, BUT A FURRY

so in this perspective, ikki and ace represent opposite sides of like..the demon and angel shared blood with human spectrum, and how they go about the world that way. how they see each other is a weird balance that clashes and also completes each other(?)

anyway that's my spiel because im losing brain as we speak and starting to feel the effects of oh god, who the hell is going to read this. if you made it here, im sorry. uhhhhh i love yaoi............

[hystarria]

“Brooklyn Baby”

“yeah my boyfriends pretty cool”

“but he’s not as cool as me”

lowercase intended, 2ed person POV (You, Yours,) ((may change as i get more comfortable with the book)), crossposted on wattpad under h1starria, female reader

Chapter 2 - “ew.”

((pov change lols))

you lay in your bedroom after the whole fiasco with Ruby, and think:

’im really irresponsable.’

Ruby cooks and cleans for you guys, and you just take it without a second thought. ‘I need to change my life’ so you get up, then lay back down, because, that’s a tomorrow Y/N problem.

now it’s a today Y/N problem! as you rush to get ready you really wish you hadn’t put it off, but, it was late and.. no! you need to stop making excuses, take accountability! you pick up your phone and run through the streets running smack into someone,

“ow fuck!” they exclaim, as you turn around apologetically

“i’m sooo sorry.”

the person looks up at you, ’ew.’ is your first thought. who has mutton chops, what year is it, 1854?

“hey, not a problem” he avoids your gaze, more concerned about himself

“where are you off to that you almost fuckin’ killed me?”

“you just strike up conversations with random people here? not what i was taught, but okay.”

“i do when i don’t wanna take them to court..” “and win.”

he laughs at his own joke, ’what a jerk’ you think rolling your eyes

“to find a job.”

“n you think just running through the streets like a corny coming of age movie praying someone has a position is gonna work?”

“i mean, yeah?” he bursts out laughing at how dumb that sounds.

“look Toots, as luck would have it you ran into the right man, i know places everywhere.” you glare at him signaling for him to go on,

“impatient much?”

“a little when i’m talking to a stranger.”

“fair.” you take a closer look at him, that icky feeling still in your mind about him, he didn’t seem awful, but he sure acted like it.

“there’s this corner store i go to all the time, recently their cashier got busted for some kinda underground thing, and they need a new one. the manager is this 16 year old girl who definitely shouldn’t be one, but she’s chill.”

“mhm..?”

“i’ll take you if you want? pretty sure they’ve been lookin’ for a while, so desperate they’d hire anyone at this point.” you were hesitant to say the least, but definitely more desperate.

“i-guess?” he smiles, ’ew’ you think once more, but the feeling wasn’t very negative. you weren’t sure what it was.

((A/N HIIIII IM BACK, 3 things, when i crosspost, links n stuff will be at the top, i have lots of ideas that will be oneshots soon, and this book will be delayed i’m so so sorry)) (((can u tell tumblr deleted my draft a bunch?)))

[aeferkssr]

aha, heyyyyy

can i req a headcanon where genshin characters (aether, thoma, gorou) are cooking with you <3

thanks dude 😍 chicken alfredo must be tasting good rn

cooking by the book! - aether , thoma , gorou !

!! draft clear out part 1!! this one specifically because i have another request from the same perspn and i wanted to get this one out of the way first. also i dont think people noticed yet but i always put a song/video to go with the mood of the fic. i wonder if anyone recognizes it ((´^ω^))ｩ,､ｩ,､

OUTLANDER - AETHER

✦ i think its a given that aether knows how to cook, being a traveler and all. you at least need to know how to cook to sustain yourself

✦ as said by aether himself, hes been eating his way throughout teyvat! not only exploring the world but their culture by cooking amd wating the vast variety if food wach region has to offer

✦ now im not so sure about you, but something i think we can all come together and agree on is that aether's love language (if not then one of his love languages) is acts of service

✦ ( thinking on this a little more, all of the character's love language is acts of service. someone has a type i see (^m^ ) )

✦ so he'd definetly want to cook something for you to enjoy!

✦ you want homestyle cooking? aether's already heating up the stove to make some classic chicken-mushroom skewers!

✦ a fan of spice? just give him five minutes and he'll be ready with an amazing bowl of black-back perch stew!

✦ got more of a mild taste? inazuma's onigiri and dry-braised salted fish should hit the spot splendidly!

✦ cooking with him would be super fun too! if you have cooking knowledge, you two would compete to see who could cook the most dishes in a certain amount of time. (paimon being the judge of the food of course)

✦ if you had no cooking experience whatsoever, he would teach you how to cook. giving you basic knowledge on how to boil, fry, steam, jerk, bake, and even deep fry multiple dishes.

✦ overall 10/10 chef!! super fun to cook with!!

PROTECTOR FROM AFAR - THOMA

๑ acts of service love language (2)

๑ thoma is the caretaker of the kamisato clan. hes basically a nanny for the kamisatos because of how he cooks and cleans for them

๑ hes also really hood at talking to people and communicating with them to get sales off of stuff

๑ a skill i definetly need if im honest ( 7k in one place ( ﾉД`) )

๑ he also cooks for you in your shared home near the estate so you feel a bit obligated to help

๑ when you said that you wanted to help him you could see his eyes light up and how visibly happy he got

๑ golden retreiver bfs my love

๑ thoma in the kitchen is so so caring

๑ doesnt matter if you can cook or not, he will guide you through making the simplest stuff

๑ all while telling you how good a job youre doing

๑ another perfect score!! 10/10!!

CANINE WARRIOR - GOROU

✿ acts of service love language (3)

✿ no seriously, there's clearly a type here

✿ anyways, i have a whole scenario for him in my mind

✿ and i will be sharing

✿ so you know how he's in the resistance? let's say that this was when the vision hunt decree was active.

✿ the resistance has recently defeated a big squad of shogunate soldiers and put themselves at a huge advantage. with this newfound victory, they decided to celebrate with a feast.

✿ the people who usually were in charge of preparing meals were short-staffed at the moment, so you decided to volunteer to make the food

✿ gorou also volubnteered so you two plus about eight others were making food for ~100 people in the resistance.

✿ of course, you two did have fun with the cooking!

✿ once again, if you have no cooking experience, you would be put on some more straightforward tasks like washing and chopping veggies.

✿ i'd wanna say that group was also chopping with you but then he'd have to stay far away from the onions. we wouldn't want a repeat of the onion incident, right? ((´^ω^))ｩ,､ｩ,､

✿ ( the logistics division still apologizes profusely for it lol )

✿ but if you do have cooking knowledge you'd be in charge of preparing the meat

✿ yup!! we got the meats!!!

✿ it was a present from the mysterious sponsor from shneznaya, how sweet!

✿ while the meat was cooking, you could look back to gorou and see his nose high in the air enjoying the strong meat smell that flooded the kitchen

✿ another thing to tease him on later

✿ overall 9/10 experience!! you ate so much food you don't remember what happened that night! (plus got the best sleep of your life after)

[eulcgizeme]

eulcgizeme's plot brain rot

heyo weyo, listed below are just some plots i'm desperate to do so if you're interested, pls give this a like and i will come bother you. (: all of these can be for m/m or m/f pairings! heavily influenced from listening to ttpd for last four days

A. "even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you" for two former bonnie and clyde-esque characters who essentially out grew each other until they rekindle a little flame that gets them back on their ride or die bullshit, but one of them is insistent that the past is in the past (except maybe when someone's hand is down someone's pants oops). this would most likely be for eden [callum turner fc] since it's close to his backstory but watered down lol but could be someone else, possibly lyp adler [mike faist fc].

B. high school sweethearts remarried after they realized they were, in fact, far too young to have gotten married. it was messy, it was bitter, and fast forward they're remarried but unhappy bc they keep looking for the other in everything they do. an affair ensues and is it possible they've really grown up and come back to each other, or are they just as immature as they were back then? (possibly for andy rhodes, or knightley rhodes [josh o'connor or mike faist fcs])

C. based on the prophecy by miss taylor, where a promise to get married to their best friend if they're still single by x time and even though they're down for it, they're realizing maybe it's not the world against them but that they're not ready to belong to someone. fluff, comfort, and a bitter angst to not understanding why the person you've always loved suddenly doesn't want to be yours. (100% would have to be a new muse on my end but im ready)

D. muse a confesses to muse b that their spouse is cheating on them and ends a marriage. but instead of being hailed a savior, muse b holds it against muse a. add a little fortnight inspo and muse b could have lived right behind muse a, and muse a's marriage was the shit one while muse b lived happily until this revelation. muse a's marriage finally fixes itself and now muse b has to watch from their backyard their ex-best friend have the life muse a ruined by saying outloud the affair everyone but muse b saw. once again throwing my rhodes-burton family at this plot.

E. "like a tattooed golden retriever" about a young male model (i have a logan lerman fc in mind for this) taken in by someone else in the fashion industry who needs their next big break and is desperate. essentially plucks him off the street for his look to clean him up with little regard or what happens to him in the industry until they become emotionally attached and responsible for him.

F. two exes who broke up because muse a (who i'm thinking i might throw my callie adler [anya taylor joy fc] at for this! she does have a regular au lol but can be kept supernatural if ya want) was a mess tho muse b denies that it's a direct result of how they handled the relationship... and fast forward to muse a fixing themselves to spite muse b and everything they said about them.

G. and then a twist on the concept above ^ where muse a decides they're going to fix muse b to spite everyone around them. i can fix him (no really i can) as everyone insists they're no good. yeah, it's the song. and what of it?

H. begging for a plot based on the lines "it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden" and "sparkling summer" and "you deserve prison but you'll never get time, you'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bar." i had more for this but this whole post has been sitting in my drafts for two days and i want it out there, but if you're a sucker for smallest man who ever lived i will give you my all on deets for this.

I. unrelated to ttpd, but some more plots for callie and lyp adler as theyre supernatural au muses and lyp indirectly/accidentally did use his soul as payment for more power and didn't take into consideration that as a twin he is a soul split in two and also sold callie's soul.

just putting it out there that aside from mike faist/callum turner, i have some muse ideas for tom holland, barry keoghan, josh o'connor, david corenswet, jonathan bailey. i prefer writing male characters but i do have a couple of gals that might work for some of these if needed! (:

[ace-xfour]

ahahahaha i really miscalculated signing up for all these fic fests that end at the same time, im dying squirtle

it would be fine if i was better at keeping fics concise but. i am not lol

it’s fine! i’m still confident i can meet all the deadlines! but ahhhhhhhh

very sloppy status update that i’m posting here because i don’t feel like cleaning it up nice enough for dreamwidth:

johnmark fest: i have like one more scene to write for this BUT it is the sex scene and i am NOT inspired for it lately (TMI TMI TMI literally think the problem is that i’ve been off my testosterone for a bit, i need to get back on a regular weekly schedule to regain my horny brain)

trans ateez fest: i’ve got maybe the first third (or first quarter TT ) of this done in the rough draft and i’m actually pretty happy with it so far but i REALLY REALLY need to reel it in because the current pace i’m going would make the story way too long for me to finish on time...got to figure out how to condense it and what to sacrifice

kpopolymfics: lol i’m not even sure what i will be writing yet, i have some very nebulous ideas, a general direction i might want to go in, but that is it. this is the one that i am most determined to keep concise since it’s the one i have the shortest period to work on, so maybe that’s why i’m struggling to find a concrete idea

all three of these are due around the end of march...so i have like two months left.... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. i’m going to do my best to get a lot done in february without burning myself out and then really go! go! go! in march for the final spurt

in other news:

self made: i am like??? halfway through the final chapter, so that’s nice. it will feel really great to finish another WIP. i’m aiming to post it on/before my birthday (Feb 5) so that i can give myself the gift of one less thing to work on. (although there is still a sequel i want to write...debating whether to start it right away or prioritize the minkey fic below next)

minkey One Fine Day time loop fic: the first chapter’s rough draft is done and i know more or less where the rest of the fic is going, but it needs soooo much revision. partly because it’s difficult to get all the details just right when i am working with such a fixed canon time period and also the intricacies of the time looping, and partly because i feel more pressure with this fic to make it good since most of the people following me follow me for minkey

[vidalinav]

It’s Azriel who finds her lying face down on the stairs. 

He says that he could see blood pooling from a wound near her head, and he’d been afraid to move her. Nesta’s lips had been blue, and her skin pale, for the snow seemed to fall on her body, and want to bury her under it even as it melted on the heated steps. 

She’d been unconscious ever since. 

Cassian forgets how many prayers he’s sent to the Mother, because the entity must surely be watching over her... Madja says her neck is spared but barely. One worse fall and it might have snapped and her hand might have been colder in his own. It would lie as limpy as it does now, but there would be no hope... no loving kisses to her flushed cheeks... no soft breathing that fills his heart with relief. 

She would have been gone. 

All because of those fucking stairs. 

All because they live where she can’t leave and Cassian can’t be there every minute of her day even if he wants to be. So now, Nesta has a fever and a nearly broken neck, and her leg is elevated on a pillow because her knee is bruised. Her ankle is red and Madja says that that one is truly broken. 

She’s alive, Azriel says at one point. He can barely remember when but it doesn’t ease his worry, his fury, his war. Nesta’s not awake is the problem. One of the many problems that race through his mind. 

She’s not awake and she hits her head. There’s a bruise blooming behind golden brown. Her hair had been caked with blood.  

She’s alive? She shouldn’t even be hurt. 

~

@arinbelle

[icewindandboringhorror]

maybe is very Bigg Nerd of me but I absolutely love when it gets to this time of year and I sit down and reorganize my goals, write up a new schedule, make a to-do list for the next year, discard/donate everything I’m not using, etc. etc. It’s jost.. Refreshinge.. despite the fact that no matter how much planning I do I’m always going to have functioning issues and other factors inhibiting me lol, it’s still like, Well Hey At Least I’m Trying, And I Love To Organize Shelves Babey

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

Hello! Most of your Niragi x readers are female and I was wondering if it would be possible to make the reader male for one? I’m not quite sure about how the story would go, but I do know the lack of Niragi x Male!Readers makes me go “aww” lol. Thank you 💞

okay so i kinda forgot this account existed for a while and i was going through my drafts and found this fic half finished so i thought i should finish it off

im sorry anon you probably aren’t too interested anymore since it’s been so long since your request, but here it is anyways

Foreign Feelings | Suguru Niragi

{AIB Masterlist}

Summary: The Beach to many people was seen as a beacon of hope; somewhere to be yourself; a place to begin a new life. But even with that there in his grasp, Niragi saw all of it and more in a certain boy. And ultimately, his own feelings frightened him.

Warning(s): language, violence, blood, (slight?) homophobia, cleaning wounds, sexual references, threatening, really really angsty, Niragi being a simp for Y/N

Word Count: 8.4k

*he / him / his is used for the reader

You didn’t think it would turn out this bad. The sheer abandonment you felt within yourself felt a bit too strong to be fair. You couldn’t have appeared that dead to the others in your team, could have you? You thought they may have had at least the decency to fit you in the backseat of the car to make sure you got back to The Beach safe, but apparently, even that was too unrealistic of a wish.

Very predictable, but even so, it was hard to believe that the members of The Beach would abandon one of their own so carelessly. The sight of the blinding car tail lights travelling further and further from your distorted vision created more disappointment than worry, or sadness even.

And now, you trudged slowly back to The Beach by yourself, limping along the rugged pathways and stepping blindly in the darkness. The short moment of unconsciousness you plummeted into earlier seemed to have held you under its waves for a long while, enough for the lights of neighbouring games to go out as the moon reached higher. You held no sense of direction, only travelling based on the familiar buildings you had caught a glimpse of on the way to the game earlier.

The blood that seeped into the fabric of your pants on your upper thigh created a mat of clinging limbs. The cotton that rubbed against your wound made your eyes squint and your voice crack in pain. Not believing taking your time in examining it would help, you pushed forward, looking forward to arriving back to the hellish Beach and finding some kind of medkit that would help with your injury.

Despite the situation in the moment and the warped eyesight that was creeping into your mind, you decided that the tranquillity of empty Tokyo was deemed worth the suffering pain. At least, for the first time in what seemed like forever, you had received peace.

As the garish sight of The Beach finally entered your view over the peaking tops of buildings, you stopped in your tracks and wiped the sweat forming in your palms on your dirtied shirt. It was ironically... a very gorgeous landmark. The lights that illuminated the trees and water miles out from the hotel brought at least some kind of light into the Borderland.

A beacon of hope, or so you wished to say it was. That’s what Hatter wanted, but you didn’t think it necessarily turned out that way.

It wasn’t his fault. Even in a selfish and unpredictable world that was the Borderlands, Hatter did what everyone else was doing; looking out for number one.

And if he saw The Beach as some sort of comfort, good for him. Everyone needs someone or something to keep them going. If they didn’t, what would be the point in staying alive longer?

You could ask yourself that every day. Even the few moments prior when you laid head down on the concrete, leg seeping blood and mind seeping sanity, you questioned really if it was worth standing up and walking back to The Beach. There wasn’t anything there that necessarily benefitted you. And even so, the rocks that dug into your back was the closest resemblance to a loving embrace that you had received in months.

“Fuck,” you breathed out. The hot air spilling from your mouth shifted into steam, clouding the air in front of you.��“I wonder if they even notice I’m not there.”

It wouldn’t be a surprise, to you at least. But without your knowledge, a long black-haired man stood at the entrance of the lobby watching intensely for even the small glimpse of a late car driving into the car park through the glass doors. His foot tapped impatiently on the ground and his eyes darted through the night, having a sense of hope that you had perhaps survived and were making your way home.

You had no knowledge of this man’s strange growing affection. He certainly wasn’t the first thing on your mind when you slowly dragged your exhausted body along the path towards The Beach. But regardless, the idea of you being in his arms, safe and sound, breathing and well, would not escape his mind no matter how many times he attempted to shake it from his damaged and desperate head.

Your relationship wasn’t even that close. It was more of a rivalry than a relationship but even so, he did happen to have trouble getting on people’s good sides. Why did he think so highly of you and worry so much with such negative interactions you’ve had?

It’s only an appreciation, a longing for friendship, or perhaps a desire that’s prominent in a time of loneliness. That’s what he wished to believe, but he knew deep down, this obsession was much more than that.

He knew everything. It was plainly laid out in front of him, on a silver platter and gold forks. But the idea of love was something completely foreign to the second-in-command, especially with another man.

And Niragi wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.

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“How did you manage to scratch this up so bad?”

Ann’s motherly voice tsked at the poor condition your leg was in. You sat back in the chair you were perched upon, looking down at Ann who was examining your wound closely as you shrugged your shoulders in uncertainty.

“How should I know? Everything happened in a flash. Next thing I knew I was laying in the middle of the street with a puddle of blood around me.”

You caught a glimpse of Ann’s eyes rolling at your lack of recollection. In the way that she harshly manhandled your leg with next to no regard for your pain, you could easily point out her obvious annoyance.

You squinted at her behaviour, feeling guilty for coming to her at such early hours of the morning. With everyone returned from the games and turning back to their usual drunken behaviour out in the party area around the pool on the ground floor, you suspected that Ann wanted nothing more than to relax and do her own research on the corpses she had been brought back. Looking after a gash on a low-number’s leg was probably the last thing she wanted to do that morning.

“Alright. This may hurt, but we’re running low on numbing materials so I need you to deal with it,” she pressed as she brought a needle towards the wound. You nodded and lifted the collar of your shirt into your mouth so you could stop yourself from screaming if you had to.

The pain was unbearable. The sharp point of the needle weaved through your bloodied and sensitive skin harshly, leaving no room for a break from the burning sensation. Ann could tell you were holding back your complaints, knowing you well. She pressed her hand onto the wound slightly, applying pressure to soothe the burning.

“Almost done,” she muttered out with a concentrated expression on her face. You nodded with your eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to look at her work on your injury. It would do nothing but bring more strain upon your already throbbing headache.

Within a few more long minutes, you let out a heavy breath you weren’t even aware you were holding when Ann announced she was finished. She leant away from your wound and pressed a clean towel onto it, cleaning up any excess blood that had seeped past your skin while she stitched it up.

“Thanks, Ann. Sorry for being a pain,” you apologized as you examined your wound. She had done well like always. Your injury felt and appeared cleaner, and you no longer held the anxiety of access blood loss or infection. 

She nodded with her usual stoic expression and picked up her tools before dumping them into the nearby sink. Your blood that remained on the materials mixed with the mess, looking almost like a crime scene.

“I can’t stop you from having your fun of course, but I suggest you get back to your room and rest that leg before your next game,” Ann spoke up as you dropped to the floor from your seat upon her medical table. “You wouldn’t want to not be able to run and have to participate in a spades game.”

You nodded at her words as she glanced towards you and gestured towards your leg. Upon landing on the ground and placing weight on it, searing pain shot up through your leg and into your entire torso. But, knowing Ann, you didn’t wish to annoy her with your complaints any longer, so you swallowed in the pained sob that attempted to force itself up to your sore throat.

“Okay,” you said whilst holding up a thumbs up.

No, it was not okay. You obviously didn’t expect the pain to leave completely, but you at least expected to be able to walk without obvious heavy limping.

You took towards the metal door to the lobby, using the wall as your leverage to hide your struggle from Ann. ‘It’s fine. I’ll just make my way to my room and rest for the night. Hopefully it isn’t too bad in the morning,’ you thought to yourself.

With your exhausted hand and numb arm muscles, you twisted the doorknob and pushed yourself through. You used the door to put your weight on as you scanned the lobby quickly. From your position, you could see the balcony Hatter stood up on to do his ‘encouraging’ speeches and some of the ground floors with its deserted and empty couches.

It was strange to see absolutely no one in the halls or lobby. Usually, there was the occasional dazed drunk, or a couple swapping spit, but this night seemed awfully tranquil.

You didn’t think much of it as you trudged through the centre of the lobby. Your footsteps echoed through the room, bouncing off walls and hitting your ears. But as you neared the staircase on the opposite side of the lobby from the medical room, you noticed your echoed movements turned much heavier and louder. It took you completely freezing to realise it wasn’t you making the noise.

“Oi!” a masculine voice yelled out, making you turn your head to see who was calling. Your eyes widened when you saw the familiar long-haired second-in-command. His confident stride remained the same that you had always seen it. His sniper was hung loosely over his right shoulder as he made his way towards you, face conveying an unreadable expression. He almost appeared... relieved?

“When did you sneak in? I didn’t see you come back with any of the other cars,” he asked as he continued approaching you.

Having not had a very friendly relationship with Niragi, you felt belittled by his presence alone. His aura caused a deep annoyance within you to surface without fail every time you saw him. It wasn’t particularly hatred or disgust that he brought you, but more frustration. He always seems to want your undivided attention somehow, and a lot of the time he would do stupid things just to get it. You somewhat found it pathetic, but you would never say it to his face as you knew his sensitive ego wouldn’t handle it.

“I... I uhh...” you stuttered out, not knowing what to say exactly. How could you explain him not seeing you? You walked right through the front doors of the hotel. Perhaps he had gotten sidetracked during the moment that you had arrived and happened to not see you enter.

“Huh? Lost your tongue L/N? Answer me!” Niragi came close to your figure and sprung his hand out to grip your upper bicep. His tough palm felt hot on your trembling skin and you felt the small stabs of pain from his fingernails digging into your flesh. You didn’t move but only breathed shallowly and nervously due to the now almost non-existent distance between you and Niragi’s faces.

His eyes locked onto yours and for a short second, you noticed how purely dark his were. You saw the clear reflection of your dazzled face in his irises and the long feminine eyelashes that decorated them. Paired with his sienna skin tone and the way his silver piercings stand out from it, you thought to yourself how much of a shame that a beautiful face was wasted on a bad personality.

“I was just leaving,” you said through a clenched, aching jaw. “How about you? What were you doing up so late?” you spat back in retaliation to his disrespect.

You weren’t ever too sure what label you would put on your and Niragi’s relationship. You were convinced that the only reason he picks on you is because of the first day when you were brought to The Beach, you spat in his face when he got a bit too close to your bruised and bloodied frame in which was tied in a chair in front of the executives. He couldn’t believe the audacity and froze for a short second before cracking the butt of his rifle across your cheekbone, only making you groan and roll your eyes in pain.

The smirk you gave him after copping the hit was one that haunted his head for days after the incident. The slight shine of white teeth behind the paint of crimson blood and the curl of your lips. It really didn’t take much of you just being your cocky and hot-headed self to make the air leave Niragi’s lungs. The sudden feeling embarrassed him, even more so than having the drip of your spit running along his eyelid and into his wide eyes.

Perhaps it was your lack of fear of him that drew him to you or the idea that he could perhaps have you as a potential ally, even if you didn’t get the best first impression of each other.

God, Niragi wishes it was something as simple as that. But the somersaults that his stomach does and the slight tremble in his hands that occur when he puts on his façade to intimidate you says otherwise. Why was it so different with you? Why did he feel so drawn to you?

He knew why, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it, especially in a place like The Beach with the reputation he has amongst the players there. No one particularly imagined him with another man considering the awful history he has with a lot of women in the hotel.

Snapping back to the present, he gripped your arm tighter again as he realised he had let loose slightly during his staring match with you.

“Brave of you to be so interested in my affairs,” Niragi snarled quietly. “I suggest you keep your worries about yourself.”

You turned so your body faced him fully and pulled his rough arm off yours by his wrist. He let go surprisingly easily. “Take your own advice, Niragi. Wouldn’t Aguni be waiting to get his dick sucked by you at this time of night?” You glanced at your wrist to mimic checking the time. “Why are you so concerned about me?” you teased with a slight smile toying on your lips.

The black-haired man stayed dead quiet while giving you a bored stare. “How many times have you made that same joke now? Twenty times? Thirty times? Come up with something else to piss me off with. I might get bored of torturing you otherwise,” Niragi smirked as he placed his rifle on the ground, leaning against his leg. He crossed his arms and stood tall.

“Oh so you do enjoy spending time with me?” you accentuated and leant towards the second-in-command. He frowned at your claim and shook his head in defiance. “Shut up. You’re looking for a quick bullet in your head with your attitude.”

“If you actually hated me as much as you claim to, that would have already happened.”

“Maybe that stupid attitude of yours is entertaining in a way.”

“I don’t see anyone else saying that.”

Niragi kept his gaze locked onto you, eyes impatient and dark with his long fingers tapping on the checked fabric of his crossed arms. You scanned his strained face in which was slightly dark due to the shadows of the lobby lights. Just before he sighed loudly and turned away from you to make his way back to the hallways on the bottom floor, you swore you saw slight drips of stress sweat on his temple.

“Just go to fucking bed. I can’t deal with this right now. It’s too late,” Niragi groaned as he walked away.

You opened your mouth in surprise at his confidence. “You’re the one that started it you prick!”

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Your leg had healed especially well over the next few days. The only pain that was left was the burning sensation you would have to endure when taking a hot shower, but other than that, all other inconveniences had cleared themselves up.

For those few days in which you could spend time by yourself due to earning yourself some visa days after the horrid game, you mainly stayed at the hotel and searched for some groups of people to stick with for the next few weeks or so. You were still relatively new to The Beach (you only arrived a few weeks ago) and you knew your last team was obviously not an option anymore, considering they left you for dead in the middle of Tokyo.

You had taken refuge with two mysterious people who seemed to keep out of the way of others, which honestly was your best bet. Being too involved with other groups usually led to more trouble than you were really hoping for.

The two individuals were called Chishiya and Kuina. They had been stationed at The Beach for a while and conveyed a great deal of kindness towards you, so you thought sticking with them for a while would perhaps bring some kind of benefit to you.

Although, they did manage to keep your guard up. With Chishiya’s playful yet sly smile and Kuina’s constant discussion of overthrowing Hatter and the militants, you were slightly unnerved by their actions. But they were the best you could do for that moment. If worst came to worst, you could always search for another team or person to take you in. 

Niragi always seemed quite eager to have you close to him considering how often he randomly approached you and pushed you around. You were sure if you were to become truly that desperate for an alliance of some kind, you could depend on him for a short time.

Your few relaxing days didn’t last long. Without the need to hunt for food or for a safe place to sleep, you didn’t particularly have much else to do except get drunk or sleep in your hotel room. Chishiya and Kuina liked to sneak around often and cause some trouble. You weren’t entirely against doing so, but you’d rather keep yourself alive for as long as you could. And considering the strict punishments put against traitors, you didn’t become very involved in their affairs.

It came to the time to replenish your visa. You waited until your last night available so you had time to completely recover from your injury. You stood close to the centre of the lobby between Kuina and Chishiya as Hatter announced the groups and their locations for the night. Despite your numbers being quite drawn apart from one another and being placed in different groups, Chishiya insisted that you came with him and Kuina. You saw it as a benefit, seeing someone so happy to have you side with them.

“We have more of a chance to survive when there’s more of us,” Chishiya explained as the three of you strutted out the front hotel doors and towards the cars in the parking lot. “Not many people have a team of two or more when going to games together, so we’ll have the advantage.”

You nodded at his words and glanced towards Kuina to see her reaction. Only, she didn’t speak and kept her head low, staring at the concrete ground. Her dreadlocks hid her expression and you frowned at her quietness. Over the few days you had known her, you had gathered that she was a very chatty person. It was unusual, to see her so hesitant.

You shook it off and took it as she wasn’t feeling well, or that she was nervous. You smiled softly and reached a hand out to place it on her shoulder. Kuina turned her head towards you at your kind gesture. 

“We’ll be fine. We’ve all done this many times before. What’s one more game?” you said, attempting to cheer her up.

Only she didn’t respond and only kept eye contact with you. Her eyes were sad almost, making you feel bad as you may have said something wrong.

As you moved towards the car, you opened the rusted door of the passenger seat and were about to clamber in before a tight hand gripped onto your upper arm suddenly.

“Hey! What’s your-” you were cut off when you made eye contact with none other than Niragi. He held an outraged expression, eyebrows furrowed and forehead stressed as he pulled on your arm to get you away from the car.

“This isn’t your group, and don’t act like you don’t know that,” he almost spat into your face. Without the obvious annoyance surging through your blood during the moment, you would have noticed the very close distance between you too. Your lips were only a few inches apart and Niragi’s leg was hooked behind yours to make sure you didn’t get into the car. But at that moment, it was anything but romantic.

“Fuck off Niragi. I’m going with them,” you rebutted assuredly as you ripped your arm from his painful grip. “You have a serious problem with grabbing people. Get it fixed.”

As you turned away to try and climb into the car, you expected him to eventually give up and mind his own business. Most of your interactions went like that on most days, but apparently, Niragi wasn’t having it that day.

The second-in-command reached down and gripped a ball of your shirt fabric into his fist before yanking you back out of the car towards him by your back. You choked briefly from the unexpected force but fell back easily before regaining your balance by holding the roof of the car and turning to face Niragi with a stunned expression.

“What the fuck is your issue?!” you complained loudly as you shoved him by his chest backwards.

Niragi kept his firm expression. “You’re coming with me. You’re with me tonight.”

He moved his grip from the back of your shirt to your collar, pulling harshly towards what you guessed was his group’s car while you groaned at his rough manhandling.

Kuina stepped out of the car and watched as you were dragged away, frown on her face as she chewed harder on her makeshift cigarette. She glanced to the other side of the car and saw Chishiya watching with a bored expression.

“What do you think that’s about?” she asked, trying to hear Chishiya’s insight. The blonde shook his head disapprovingly and pulled his hoodie over his hair before moving to climb back into the car seat.

“Niragi just has a small crush. Nothing too serious. But he did just take our test dummy,” Chishiya complained and ran a hand over his face tiredly. “It’s fine though. We’ll find someone else who doesn’t have a guard dog.”

Kuina nodded before climbing into the backseat with Chishiya. She wouldn’t admit it to him, but she was relieved Niragi dragged you away. Knowing Chishiya, he wouldn’t have hesitated to push you in front of a trap to see if it was deadly. He had admitted it to her himself, which was why she was quite anxious earlier.

Niragi didn’t quit his maltreatment until you were pushed into the back seat of the vehicle. He even dared to kick your legs into the car after shoving your torso in before slamming the door heavily on you.

“Fucking hell,” you sighed out and straightened yourself out. “Desperate much.”

The car held other militants, whom of which you did not recognize well. The only militant you were familiar with was Aguni, and he didn’t appear to be there.

“Drive,” you heard Niragi demand towards the driver as he climbed into the passenger seat. You watched as he tucked his rifle near his legs and leant back against the car seat before letting out a heavy sigh.

You didn’t know quite what to say after his random aggressive behaviour towards you. You thought it was best to stay quiet in the back seat of the car and wait for what kind of plan was ahead of you when you arrived at the game.

Who knows? Perhaps Niragi was going to use you as a shield, or a test dummy. But you couldn’t be so sure about that.

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“Pairs?”

You stared down at the rules planted across the bright screen. With the darkness of the registration room dancing along the walls, the phone brought comfort with its blinding light, but only for a short while.

‘Travel in pairs to search for the items listed below on your mobiles. Teams who have failed to achieve their items and exit the building after 30 minutes will be trapped, and the bomb will be set off to eliminate them.’

‘Shopping List’ was the name of the game. It was set in a large shopping mall with the registration room being the elevator room at the bottom of the centre. To start the game, teams were to clamber into a separate elevator each and be taken to different floors in order to begin their scavenger hunt.

Without your knowledge, Niragi felt glad about the ‘pairs’ rule. He felt stupid, but the smirk that was painted across his face could not be helped.

‘Team No 1: Player 1000167 and Player 1000387. Takayama Shigeru and Honda Rika.’

A young militant man and woman glanced towards each other before nodding. They made their way towards an elevator and stood before it to wait for the game to start.

‘Team No 2: Player 1000089 and Player 1000432. Suguru Niragi and L/N Y/N.’

Just your luck. But if you were being honest, it could have been worse. At least you weren’t required to kill each other.

As you made your way towards Niragi and you stood near an elevator, the voice read out the two other teams that accompanied you to your game. Some came in a separate car, so you were not expecting to have so many people at the one game.

Once everyone was positioned, the elevator’s opened to reveal and small sign plastered onto the wall inside. 「スタート」: Start.

You glanced towards the man beside you. In all his glory, with his black glossy hair and slightly parted pink lips, he strutted forward into the elevator without even an eye movement in your direction.

When he noticed you hadn’t moved, he turned slowly and looked over his shoulder that wasn’t resting a rifle. “What’s wrong? Afraid I’ll hurt you?” he pushed your buttons, making you snap out of your daze.

“Shut the fuck up,” you groaned as you moved forward, shoving your shoulder into his aggressively in the process. “Go choke on a bullet.”

Niragi chuckled at your attempt at an insult. He felt in power. Usually, you were the one to make him flustered and unnerved, but obviously, that show he put on back at the hotel to get you with his team seemed to have thrown you off.

The elevator doors closed and you were met with silence within the small space. You kept your eyes forward, staring at your dead reflection in the metal of the elevator doors. Once or twice, you glanced at Niragi’s reflection. Your eyes scanned his body, his face, his movements. He shuffled around nervously a lot, you noticed. 

You got so caught up in admiring Niragi that you didn’t notice how quick the minute went by, and soon enough the doors opened up to reveal a shopping mall floor. You guys had appeared to be taken to the top floor as the ceiling was very close and the railing was high.

As you both stepped out and scanned the area, the elevator doors closed and lights began to turn on throughout the shops along the floor. All the doors to the stores were closed, and you guessed the items you were searching for were amongst the very many products that were throughout the shopping centre.

“Fucking hell,” you heard Niragi breathe out as he looked up towards the ceiling. You followed his gaze and your eyes widened at the sight above you.

Directly above your figures, you caught sight of a giant pile of dynamite plastered to the ceiling. In the centre was a large digital clock that read ‘30:00′.

“We’ll be the first dead,” you announced as you glanced at Niragi. “Even if a quarter of that goes off, it’ll reach us, or at least the debris around us.”

He nodded and swallowed thickly before standing tall beginning to make his way past you to the first shop. “It’s best we check everywhere for those items in the phone. You never know what tricks they could play. They could put a clothing item in a grocery store for all we know.”

‘Game Start’

You flinched slightly as the large doors to all the shops began to snap open, making it possible to go inside.

“Alright, let’s go,” you said after taking a quick glance at the clock amongst the dynamite, now slowly ticking down towards zero.

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With the small diamond ring in your palm and five minutes left on the clock, you let out a deep huff and fell back into the chair against the wall. You looked at your phone to see the final item crossed off, feeling a great weight lift from your body. Who knew shopping would be so stressful, even when you had a list.

‘Team No 2: Suguru Niragi and L/N Y/N... Game Clear’

“Now all we have to do is make our way back to the registration area,” Niragi spoke up as he watched you rest on your seat with his rifle slung over his shoulder. You nodded at his statement and closed your eyes in bliss. Another game is done, now you could relax at least for a few days.

“You seem awfully comfortable there,” Niragi spoke up, making you open your eyes only to see him standing right next to your resting form now. You jumped slightly at his close proximity and glanced up at him.

“Come on, we have to go. The game isn’t finished yet,” he insisted and kicked your leg slightly to get you to move. You groaned in annoyance and faced away from him in the chair, resting your head on the back.

“God, can I rest for five minutes. We’ve been running around on our feet for ages,” you complained.

Niragi rolled his eyes at your behaviour. “If you haven’t noticed, if you stay here for five minutes, this shop is going to end up at the bottom of the mall with us in it.”

Niragi squatted on his heels so he was at level with you. You made eye contact and saw his looking genuine for the first time. His sudden hard, black pits were gone and were replaced with these much more... puppy eyes almost. You didn’t know how else to interpret it.

You frowned and sat up straight while keeping eye contact with Niragi. “What’s going on?” you asked, scanning his body up and down.

“...huh?” Niragi responded with his eyebrows crooked in confusion. He stood up and stared down at you. “What’s wrong?”

His aura was wrong. Why did he seem so... off? He kept a soft expression on his face as he scanned your features. Furthermore, he had removed the tie in his hair, now allowing it to breathe and shape his face. He looked like a different person. Much more inviting.

“What? You have a staring problem?” he mumbled as he turned around and away from you. Without your knowledge, it was merely to hide the blood rushing to his face from watching your eyes run all over his body like they just had. He slightly smacked his face with his palms, mumbling to himself to cut it out.

You scoffed at him. “Never-mind. You’re back.”

The silence grew awkward between you too suddenly. You fiddled with the small ring in your hand, noticing how the jewel manages to catch the moonlight’s reflection, even through all the windows and the brightness of the lights. You swore you could see yourself in that diamond alone.

“Hey,” you spoke up as a random thought came to your mind about what happened earlier. Niragi glanced over his shoulder at you.

“What the fuck was with that whole act earlier?” you asked curiously. “What difference did me coming with you tonight make?”

Oh how badly Niragi wanted to say ‘You would be dead and I can’t have that.’ The number of times he’s fantasized about finally admitting his growing feelings for you, but he couldn’t. Not there.

Even so, he wasn’t even entirely sure if what he felt was love. For all he knew, he had never felt it.

“I needed more people. As simple as that,” Niragi answered in a monotone voice. He fiddled with the collar of his buttoned-up shirt nervously, which you managed to pick up on.

“You could have picked anyone,” you continued pressing as you realised your question made Niragi have a slight reaction. “I’m sure there would have been many other players who were willing to go-”

“You were the first person I saw alright? Just drop it.”

You fell silent at his sudden harsh tone. Not wanting to anger him further. He walked over to the corner of the room and took a seat on the marble floor, crossing his legs beneath him and laying his rifle on his lap. After a minute of silence, the tension in the room was too much for you to bare.

“Did you want me to stay with you?”

The question created an even stronger tension to rise as Niragi completely froze from fiddling with his rifle. He slowly brought his eyes to yours, a disgusted scowl on his face.

“What? No,” he snarled and went back to cleaning his weapon. “What kind of fucking stupid question is that?”

You tried to hide your smirk. His defensiveness, it was almost a certain yes.

Niragi felt his heartbeat in his hands. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing anymore, touching random parts of his rifle to make it seem like he wasn’t interested. He was thankful to himself for taking his hair out, as he now was able to hide his sweat and blush easier behind the black locks.

Although, he felt himself panic when he heard your footsteps approaching him. Heavy boots hitting the marble ground and echoing in his mind. He saw in the corner of his eye the toes of your shoes, making him almost forget to breathe. You were so close to him.

You squatted down to Niragi’s level on the ground and brought a soft hand to the top of his head, threading your fingers through the black glossy hair.

Niragi had frozen, eyes widened and muscles tensed, having no idea what to do. Does he lash out? Does he let it happen? Part of him wanted to punch you out, tackle you to the ground and beat you until you’re screaming for making him feel such a way. But the other part that he wasn’t so used to wished to push himself into your arms, tuck his face into your neck and breath deeply the natural scent of you that he so wished he could wake up to every morning.

He couldn’t decide, but soon enough you had brought a hand to his soft cheek and pushed it so he was looking up at your face. His black eyes were big, almost innocent even, staring up at you with such uncertainty and fear.

You chuckled at the dazzled expression of the militant before moving your hand on his head to his other cheek, cupping his face and bringing him closer to yours.

“It’s okay Niragi.  You don’t have to hide anything from me,” you whispered in a comforting tone. With the lack of response from the second-in-command and only a blank stare, you took it as a sign of consent, allowing yourself to move forward to press your lips against his pouted ones.

Niragi’s lips felt soft and heated. You moved yours against his slowly, trying to be as gentle as you could. Even though he was such a scary and powerful man, at that moment, you felt like he could shatter like glass if you did one thing wrong.

He tasted like salt on your tongue, from gathered sweat and tears that fell down his face. He felt like home, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He brought the same comfort that of the freshness of a deadly storm, the warmth of an unstoppable forest fire, the soft fur of an aggressive dog.

In such bad personalities, in such bad people, there is some good. In Niragi, it was hidden greatly below the layers of anger, trauma, frustration, egoism. And whether anyone else believed it was worth finding did not matter to you at that moment, because you had found that it was.

Only, that goodness within him didn’t show itself for long before retreating into the depths of darkness within him.

Your head snapped to the side as a searing pain painted itself along your temple. You felt your eye seep hot blood and your mouth seep groans. Slowly, you moved your eyes back to Niragi, only to see the barrel of his rifle held in front of your face, directly between your eyes. You froze, not knowing whether he would shoot or not.

“Fucking disgusting pervert,” he choked out as he wiped his mouth. He stood quickly with his weapon, refusing to make eye contact with you and rushed out of the store in the direction of the elevator. You watched as he stumbled slightly, almost tripping over his own feet multiple times.

When he was too far to see anymore, you fell back onto your butt and let out a frustrated groan while rubbing your face in stress. How could have you been so stupid?

As tears began to slowly escape your eyes, you heard a quiet *ding* of your game mobile going off.

‘Two minutes remaining.’

You felt your blood quicken and you struggled to stand up. With tears blurring your vision and body shaking in pain from the punch in the temple Niragi gave you, you quickly picked up the phone from the floor and made your way towards the elevator. You were sure Niragi would have been gone by the time you got there.

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Niragi stumbled through the open doors of the elevator, hair tied back up but head held low. He lifted his gaze and locked eyes with Shigeru, one of the male militants he works with. Rika was leaning against the wall nearby.

“What happened to you? You look very flushed,” Shigeru asked, laughing tauntingly.

Niragi, of course, didn’t answer. He pushed past the snarky male and walked outside, completely dead to the calls Shigeru was emitting for him.

He needed some sleep. Maybe then he could wake up and everything would have sorted itself out.

“Come on,’ he called out to Shigeru and Rika. “Let’s go.”

Before walking out the doors of the shopping mall, Rika glanced back to the elevators. “What about the new guy?” she questioned, turning back to Niragi.

Niragi waved a hand over his shoulder in dismissal. “He offed himself. Got ahold of my rifle and gave himself a quick death,” he lied. While doing so, he quickly had to wipe a leftover tear as he opened the car door.

Rika shrugged her shoulders and made her way over to the car, excited to go back to the hotel and get some rest.

Niragi was excited too, not to get some rest, but to get as far away from you as possible.

Maybe he wasn’t cut out for love. Especially since his first reaction to his crush kissing him was to shove a gun into their face.

He thought he could do it somehow, but your affection back at him is what scared him off. Was it meant to feel that good? Is what he felt when you held his face like a flower and pressed your pillow-like lips against his love? He wouldn’t know for now, and nor does he think would ever know. Because he just fucked up the only chance he would ever have from being accepted by someone.

As someone who kills for validation, what would he know about love?

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His boots were heavy on his feet as Niragi climbed the stairs to the ‘rats’ hotel room. That’s what he liked to call Chishiya, the blondie of The Beach who brings a lot of trouble for how short he is. He was like a rat in a way. Small, annoying, smart and scatters around your feet for scraps.

He needed to approach him about something he had overheard before leaving for the game.

Niragi arrived at Chishiya’s door and knocked on it relatively calmly. “Chishiya, open up,” he requested.

Although, his patience didn’t last long.

“Chishiya!” he yelled the second time, pounding his fist harder on the wood, making the doorframe shake. “Open the fucking door!”

His face felt hot and his hands were shaking in pure anger. Before climbing the many tiring flights of stairs to Chishiya’s room, Niragi had discarded his usual weapon at the militant’s headquarters. He knew if he had brought it, someone would have died.

“CHISHIYA!!” he screamed a final time, this time kicking the door in full force.

“What’s wrong?” he heard a voice call down the hall. Niragi snapped his gaze from the door to the calm voice, immediately seeing red from the sight of him.

Chishiya stood in all his glory, white hoodie with board shorts and flip-flops, a smug smile etched onto his face permanently. 

“If you’re here to kill me, can we do it outside at least so I don’t leave a mess on the carpet,” Chishiya requests in a snarky tone. Niragi didn’t answer but only strode towards him in quick, long steps.

“Upset you didn’t get your little shield? Did you manage okay without him?” Niragi taunted as he walked closer. Chishiya began back pacing, trying to widen the gap between him and the taller militant.

“It’s a shame you stole him away. I was starting to really like him,” Chishiya pressed as he continued moving backwards. The blondie gripped the small makeshift knife in his hoodie pocket, being ready to use it if it became necessary.

“Like shit you were. You were going to kill him,” Niragi accused as he pointed a finger towards the blond.

Chishiya chuckled and placed a hand on his heart to act like he was offended by Niragi’s claim. “If it came to it, yes. But not right away! I really liked Y/N, but obviously not as much as you do.”

Niragi froze in his tracks at Chishiya’s words. “...you know about that?”

“Oh so it is true!” he confirmed and his eyes widened in surprise. “I was only going off what I had suspected, but you just told me straight up. I should have just asked you.”

Niragi clenched his fists in frustration at the taunting of Chishiya. Silence overcame them as they only watched each other, waiting for the other to do something.

Niragi was the first to move as he suddenly sprinted forward towards Chishiya. Chishiya saw it coming and moved quickly while slightly cursing in fear. He took off in the opposite direction down the hall to escape Niragi, but Niragi had longer legs and an obvious size advantage.

He caught up to the Cheshire quickly and gripped him by the hood of his hoodie, yanking him backwards and laying his first punch straight on his nose. Chishiya cried out in pain and dropped himself to the floor in an attempt to crawl away, but Niragi brought his heavy boot down onto his upper back to hold him down.

Chishiya groaned at the weight put on him, feeling his ribs slowly crushing in his chest and his lungs starting to suffocate.

Niragi didn’t want to kill Chishiya. Well... he did, but he knew he couldn’t.

He leant down close to the younger man and grabbed a fistful of his white hair before pulling his head back. Chishiya hissed and struggled further underneath his weight.

“If you ever fucking think about touching Y/N, or even going near him again... I won’t hesitate to bite your throat out myself,” Niragi threatened. The best part was, Chishiya believed him. In most cases, Niragi would be bluffing and would not go through with his threats, but something about this one made Chishiya feel uneasy.

“Okay... I’m sorry,” Chishiya begged underneath Niragi, still groaning in pain from the burning in his chest.

Niragi let go of Chishiya and watched him struggled to escape from beneath him like a rat before he disappeared down the hall and into his room.

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It was a repeat of last time. Exactly the same. Only this time, the emotional pain hurt much worse.

There you were, dragging yourself into the ghostly Beach late once again. Injured, tired and having just had to walk all the way back yourself due to being abandoned.

You wanted to find Niragi, you really did, but it was not the time for it.

You trudged towards the steps to make your way to your room and have a well-needed rest. You thought you’d go see Ann some other time the next day as you weren’t exactly in the best mood to deal with her motherly behaviour.

The stairs were taller and bigger than usual as you slowly made your way up them. You saw a few familiar faces on the way, such as Usagi, whose kind heart offered you some help which you declined. You didn’t wish to trouble anyone any further.

Your door. The hotel door that you wished so badly to be the front door of your home. You put your bloodied hand on the doorknob and turned while closing your eyes. When you opened, you saw the bare nothingness of your hotel room, just as always.

Every single time. When will you ever open to find your room back at home? Your family happily welcoming you in with happy hugs and loving kisses? Or even your pet would be enough, and their unconditional love that soothed you every day.

It truly did not exist here, and that day out of all days proved it to you.

“At least my bed is comfy,” you sobbed slightly as you sat down on your duvet after having a quick shower. You wore a loose t-shirt and shorts made from soft material, wanting to be comfortable for bed. You would need it after the day you’ve had.

You laid your heavy head down, closing your eyes and breathing in the strong smell of dried blood and sweat that has cemented itself into your bed and your room. There was never really any time to do laundry around here.

It wasn’t comforting, no matter how much you wished or pretended it to be. Tears fell from your face as you ran your palm along the bedsheets, trying to find a warm hug beneath their cold exterior. A hug. That’s all you could ask for during that moment.

You must have fallen asleep much quicker than you expected, as you failed to hear the door to your hotel room creak open. You failed to hear the removal of boots, the patter of slight heavy feet and the stripping of clothing.

But you did notice the dip on the mattress when Niragi tucked himself in beside you, causing you to open your eyes. Hair untied, no buttoned-shirt, no blood staining his gorgeous skin and no rifle hanging on his shoulder. He was him, his very much real, domestic self. The self he keeps behind closed doors, or the self he keeps beneath his cold exterior.

“Niragi...” you breathed out, half asleep. You reached out to him, tears suddenly clouding your vision and making him appear blurred. The militant laced his fingers with yours and pulled your body into his, allowing himself to tuck his face into your neck to breathe in your natural and earthy smell, just how he had hoped it to be.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. He didn’t realise he was crying until he opened his mouth to speak, but he didn’t care at that point.

“I promise you, I wanted to kiss back, I really did. I was just...” he trailed off, snaking his arms around your torso and bringing you closer into his bare, warm chest.

“Scared,” you finished for him. You pulled your face back to look at his, the gorgeous face that you have wanted to have pressed up against your own for so long. Despite the atrocities that leave it, nothing had ever been so beautiful to you.

Niragi blinked and broke eye contact nervously. He looked down towards your intertwined hands, fiddling with your fingers.

“I don’t know if I’ll figure this out,” he started, obviously struggling to find the right words. “And I’m scared you’ll run out of patience for me.”

You listened to his confession. “I don’t know if I’m gay, or bisexual or... pansexual? Is that what’s it called? I’m not sure-”

“Niragi.” He made eye contact with you and gave a weak smile. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care what you like or how you want to appear to the rest of the players, but right now, moments like these is what I truly care about.”

The second-in-command laughed nervously before tucking himself back into your neck. “Me too,” he choked out with a shaky breath.

“I love you Y/N, I really do,” he cried while wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could. “I’m so sorry that I can’t show it properly. I’ll try and learn.”

You nodded against him and kissed the bruised skin of his shoulder. “I know you will. I love you too.”

Whether you wished for a happy ending with Niragi or not, it did not matter during that moment. For the warmth of his breath against your skin and the flesh of his lips against yours and the tickling feeling of his loose hair on your face was enough to make you forget about the morning, and the next day, and the next week for at least a little bit.

And that’s all you needed to love Niragi. Just little moments of bliss that make you return to your deluded mentality that you will both make it out of this world alive and together.

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A/N: oh god i hope this was okay. i wrote like 3/4 of this in a time period from 10pm to 4:30am lmao

[dreamsfreckles]

[8:34p.m.] High Hopes

~

Dream x reader

Suggestive, fluff

Dre being nervous hehe - enjoy!

“Dream...” Sapnap sighed into the phone for the upteenth time. “Just chill. Go with the flow.” Dream runs a hand through his hair stressfully, his phone held up to his right ear. “But I don’t know what to expect!” He growls in a hushed voice. “Whatever happens... Just don’t have a bad reaction.” Sapnap simplifies. “I think you’re over thinking this man, you’re probably just going to end up playing minecraft or something.” Dream sighs at his friend’s lack of good advice. “You are no help.” He groans.

Dream was sat in your bedroom, alone. You had departed from him to take a shower.

Why was Dream panicking you ask? Before you left for your shower, you may or may not have made a suggestive remark about what you were going to “do to him” once you were finished cleaning yourself up; successfully leaving Dream as a flustered mess.

You and Dream had a flirtatious friendship. This was driving him insane.

It could’ve been an accidental innuendo...

But it also could’ve meant something that is successfully making Dream’s hopes go WAY up.

“Isn’t it a little rude to leave your guest alone to take a shower?” Dream laughs nervously at Sapnap’s question, raising his arm up to rub the back of his neck. “Well..” Dream begins. “I kind of, accidentally, might’ve been the reason why she needed one in the first place..?” Dream mumbled, sounding more like a question. Sapnap’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He was too scared to ask what the hell Dream did. Thankfully, before Sapnap had the chance to speak, Dream began to explain.

“Okay, so, she was telling me about this one time, when Tommy called her to try and get her to be one of the embassadors of L’Manburg, and when Tommy didn’t get the answer from her that he wanted, he tried to bribe her with Tubbo’s stress relievers. This didn’t work, however, so he called Tubbo over to see if he could convince her; which was a smart move because she LOVES Tubbo. But anyway, Tubbo turned into “Big Law” and started using his Tubboat tactics to win her over and it worked. So I started laughing and then she started laughing and then that made me laugh even more because she has a very contagious laugh. And then I accidentally knocked her whiteclaw over with my elbow, and it spilled all over her lap.” Dream finished.

Sapnap immediately burst out laughing. “You-” Sapnap couldn’t contain his laughter, not being able to form coherent sentences. Dream began giggling himself, only to instantly sober up once he heard the shower turn off in the next room over. “Shit, Sapnap, I heard the shower turn off, she’s coming.” Dream stands up, panicking, not knowing what to do with himself. “Dream, weren’t you the one making fun of me for not knowing how to deal with girls? You were so cocky, but look at you now.” He pauses with a smirk. “Pussy.” Dream rolls his eyes at his so-called ‘friend.’ “Stop being an idiot.” He glares. “She’s different from the other girls I’ve known. She’s... weird.” Sapnap face shifted into a poker face. “You do realize what you sound like right now, right?” Dream facepalms. “She isn’t a dumbass Sapnap. I really don’t know how to do shit with her becuase it’s so different compared to everyone else. I can’t explain it.” Every time you and Dream are together, he feels like the best version of himself. You always have a new adventure for him to look forward to. Plus you were hot as shit and He had a MASSIVE crush on you. “It’s so weird Sapnap, its like I’ve never had a good time in my life until I met her.” Sapnap smiled in disbelief at his friend’s words. “You, Dream,” he continued. “are a simp.” Before Dream could snap back at Sapnap, the handle of your bedroom door jiggled, signaling that you were about to come in. Dream immediately ends the call with Sapnap and throws his phone on your bed in a panic.

Slauntering into your bedroom, freshly showered and dressed in one of Dream’s smile hoodies with some comfy shorts, you look up at Dream who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. “You good?” You start. “It looks like I just missed catching you in the act of something forbidden...” you suspect. Dream quickly shakes his head. “No! You just surprised me..” he half lies. You narrow your eyes at him, looking for any sign of dishonesty. Dream averts his eyes to the merch you’re wearing, starting to become smug with your choice of clothing. “Nice outfit.” He smirks. You let out a laugh and roll your eyes, already forgetting his weird vibes from when you first entered the room. “I won’t lie, this sweatshirt is one of my favorites.” You smile down at your hoodie, stuffing your hands in the pocket on the front. The hoodie was twice your size, giving you max comfort. Dream liked how it looked on you, it was almost like you were wearing HIS sweatshirt.

Yes, technically it is HIS merch, but it’s not actually HIS hoodie. He wanted to see you in one of his actual hoodies that he wears on a day to day basis. It would give him some sort of pride seeing you wearing his clothes. The merch was good enough, for now.

Seeing how Dream was still awkwardly standing, you directed him to sit on the edge of your bed while you sat in your desk chair. You rolled the chair away from the desk and towards the bed to sit across from him. Content with your and his positions infront of each other, you giggle at his nervous looking facial expression.

“You know I’m not mad at you, right?” You laugh.

Dream slowly nods, a little confused. “Yeah...”

“Then why are you acting like I’m going to bite you for spilling the whiteclaw?” You joke.

Dream laughs nervously. Oh. He didn’t really connect that the comment you made earlier could be because of the spill incident. “I don’t know...” he replies shyly.

“Well, chillax then.” You giggle, swatting his knee with your hand.

Dream scoffs playfully at your terminology. “Chillax?Chill and relax? Really?” You stare at him with a challenging look. “You are such a hypocrite. You have weird words too!” You retort. Dream lets out a hearty wheeze at your defense. “Like what?” He questions. Your brain short-circuts and you suddenly have no comebacks. “Uh..” you try to think of something, but ultimately have nothing. “Well!” You try to spit something out. “At least I didn’t vote for a stupid squid to be added to minecraft!” You clap back. Dream rolls his eyes playfully. “Oh, come on. That was the worst comeback I’ve ever heard come from you.” You cross your arms in defeat. “Today is an off day, your highness. I had a whiteclaw foolishly spilled all over my lap.” Dream groans in embarrassment. “I said I was sorry like a million times!” He retaliates, hunching over and covering his face with both of his hands. “I know.” You sigh, content with his reaction. “So,” you start. “What do you want to do now?” You ask him. Dream darts his head up to you from his hunched position, inwardly getting too excited for his own good.

...Then Dream realizes that your statement earlier about what you were “going to do to him” was probably a joking threat from the whiteclaw spillage. His face heats up from the memory. He can be so dumb sometimes. “Uh... I don’t know. What do you want to do?” He peers at you, lost of any hope he had before.

You smirk at him with mischief. You knew what you said earlier. You wanted to see if he would get riled up. News flash: he did.

“Hmmm..” you hum aloud, giving him a look that would make his knees buckle if he was standing up. “I have an idea of what we could do...” you stood softly from your chair and stepped closer to him, causing him to look up at you from the edge of the bed.

I guess you could say Dream was fucked right about now.

Literally

IM JOKING

LOL HOPE YOU ENJOYED

Made this one very suggestive lol, I thought it would be funny

Sorry for any typos! This sat in my drafts for a while, I didn’t know where to take it hehe

[thatsshowbizbby]

ishq sufiyana

pairing: steve rogers x desi!reader

summary: your weapon of choice is a blade. his is a shield. both were made to clash with one another.

warnings: mention of blood and violence (slight). tension, angsty-ish? the wrath and the dawn, arranged marriage vibes. enemies to lovers-ish.

author's note: this is my first thing lol pls be nice. this isn't a full story but just an idea i had in my head. i believe this is called a headcannon (?) also my second time posting bc tumblr drafts/editing is killing my vibe

you are royalty - raised in a palace made of white marble, and clear, blue waters all around - handcrafted clothing and magnificent jewels at your disposal.

and your beauty. talk of your beauty attracts suitors from the farthest ends of the earth, coming to prove whether that talk is just mere gossip.

it’s not.

but that's not what got steve's attention when he first laid his eyes on you. it was the sword in your hand. a talwar.

your movement mimicked the flow of the water surrounding your palace - a fight style disguised as delicate. but to the trained eye, steve's eyes, it was anything but. it was dangerous. you were dangerous.

and you made sure to let steve know that you were far from a damsel in distress, waiting stupidly for her knight in shining armor.

"i don't know you, nor do i care for you. as far as im concerned, you're just another candidate waiting for my rejection. and trust me, it's coming soon but i'll let you enjoy your time here for a couple more weeks.”

steve scoffs because of course you would have an attitude. you were a spoiled princess. a beautiful, fierce one whom he was beginning to respect, but he would never admit that to you. not anymore. your arrogance trumped your beauty.

"oh sweetheart, what makes you think i want you at all?"

you two continue to bicker and roll your eyes at each other and make snarky remarks when crossing paths inside the palace walls for the remainder of steve’s visit.

“what’s wrong, princess? too scared to go up against me?” he would tease, sitting in on your sparring practices.

“believe me, rogers. you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if i were up against you.”

so when your father offers your hand to the nuisance a few days prior to his departure, you’re dumbfounded.

“beta, you two will get along. trust me.”

“i will only agree if he can defeat me.” you both knew full well that no one has ever been able to.

with that, you and steve prepare for a fight. you with your sword and dagger. him with his shield. how pathetic.

you got a few good hits in, starting off strong - cutting through his suit, hitting him in the face with the hilt of your sword, blocking his punches - he really only chose a shield? out of the entire palace armory, he chose his stupid, little shield.

but all that inner shit-talk came to a full stop when he disarmed you in one swift motion. your sword was on the floor, as were you, with your hidden dagger pressed against your throat and steve on top of you. how did he find that?

his breath fanned over your face. “always know your enemy, princess.”

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as you sat in your chambers, heart racing for the wedding tomorrow morning, you looked over your mehndi (henna). it had gotten so dark.

“deeper the color becomes, deeper the love. and your groom’s love for you must be competing with the darkest parts of the ocean,” one of your ladies said to you.

yeah right.

you pull yourself out of your thoughts and make your way to the room of your unenthusiastic betrothed. you’re careful to not be seen by any palace guards or maids. visiting your soon-to-be-husband in the middle of the night? the rumors would spread like wildfire.

you knock on the door and hear a “come in.”

steve turns around in nothing but a pair of sleepwear bottoms. oh boy. at this point, you’ve become extremely aware of your own appearance. long brown hair flowing freely, a smaller nath (nose ring) than your usual daytime wear, an almost sheer nightgown, and small shawl that barely covered your upper body. steve’s breath hitches in his throat from across the room.

you look at the cuts and bruises healing from your spar a few days ago. but the satisfaction of those memories, of the times you got him, were interrupted by the sight of a much darker bruise running along his broad shoulder. then you see his face. more bruises. more cuts. and bowl of water and rag in his hand.

“what happened?” you rush over, concern overcoming you.

“nothing, nothing. don’t worry about it,” he tries to brush off, but you’re not having it. you grab his chin and direct his face towards your own to get a good look. busted lip, busted jaw, swollen cheek. full lips. chiseled face. gorgeous blue ey- snap out of it.

“well if you’re going to look like this for tomorrow morning, i’d like to know what the hell happened.”

“there was a boy running from a couple of bandits in the market. i saw and helped him. the bandits didn’t like that,” he laughs, “it was ten against one.”

“and you got out with only a few scratches here and there? you’d think the damage would be worse,” you say, trying to hide your respect and admiration.

“yeah, you’d think.” there were those eyes again, this time burning into your own.

you take the rag from his hand. “sit,” gesturing to the embroidered armchair.

you soak the piece of cloth in the bowl of water, wring it out, and begin to clean the wounds on his face. he winces when you get to his jaw.

“sorry.”

trying to get a better angle, you step in between his open legs and take a seat on his thigh. gently holding his face, so gentle he could barely feel it, you wipe away the dried blood.

steve’s eyes rake over your face. the talk was not mere gossip. beautiful.

he was so immersed in his thoughts of you that he did not notice you were done. but still sitting on his lap. his face in your hands. it was your turn to stare intently at him.

your noses almost touching, as you instinctively run your hand through his hair. he sighs in content and relaxes into your touch. you feel your heart skip a bit at the response.

“try not to take another beating while you’re here, rogers. or better yet, why don’t you learn a few tricks? your swordsmanship could be better” you joke, as you get up and walk away.

but he grabs your hand, getting up from the armchair, and slightly pulls you towards him.

“i recall winning every fight i’ve been in. or did you already forget how we got here in the first place?” his eyes held a playful look, as if letting you know that he was not challenging you this time. he was merely….joking, alongside with you.

a smile tugs at your lips as you pull your hand away. “yes, well you still need to work on your swordsmanship.”

“only if you’ll teach me, princess.”

[stilldani24]

Keep My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

corpse x reader oneshot

words: 816

request: “hey my request is a lil long so im gonna send it here lol. would you mind writing smth i thought abt while i was showering lolll. what if the reader was singing in the shower and corpse had no idea she could sing and when she comes out he likes is so in awe of it and he asks her to sing for him” from @i-wish-everything-would-be-okay​

Showers were cathartic for you. The hot, comforting water along with the alone time and soft music playing from your bluetooth speaker. You had your Spotify playlists, sure, but sometimes you just left it up to the popular tracks of the week and let the peace and quiet begin. 

Your boyfriend, who preferred to go by his screenname, Corpse, hadn’t slept in a few days so you wanted to give him his space as well. He didn’t usually get irritable, since he was used to the lack of sleep, but today you both needed the alone time. 

You turned on the shower, starting in the warm range so as to not immediately burn your flesh off. Testing the water with one hand and turning on the week’s popular playlist with the other, you finally stripped down and hopped in as Billie Eilish’s Therefore I Am came up first. The song was making its rounds on TikTok, so of course it would be the most popular of the week. Soaping up your hands with your shampoo, you began lathering your scalp and humming along with the tune. As much as it was overplayed and mainstream, you couldn’t help but enjoy the song. Billie Eilish is an icon and no amount of overplaying would change that. Before long, you were singing along to her smooth alto voice with her own. You even found yourself adding harmonies to accompany her. 

You had been a choir kid in high school and it came easily to you, despite how long you’ve been out of high school. 

As you cleaned and sang along with the following songs, even dancing a little as to not slip on the wet bathtub bottom, you thought you heard the doorknob to the bathroom click as it turned. Peeking out of the curtain, you didn’t see anyone in the bathroom with you. But the door was suspiciously opened a crack, the cooler air from the hallway making the steamy interior of the bathroom even more steamy. You shrugged, thinking maybe a draft opened it up, and continued your singing and showering. After thirty minutes in the extremely hot shower, having increased the temperature every five minutes or so, you hopped out and grabbed your freshly washed, fluffy towel and wrapped it around yourself before turning off the running water. The music was still blaring as the door opened even more now to reveal your boyfriend standing there, making you turn to look at him. 

“Is the music too loud? I’m sorry,” you apologized immediately as you grabbed your phone and immediately turned it down. Corpse had sensory issues with a few things, like sound or smells, so you assumed the music was too loud and he might be coming to tell you to turn it off. 

“No, it’s fine,” he replied quickly, opening the door the rest of the way to let in more cool air. You shivered a little bit, the cold chilling you since you had just come out of a boiling shower. “Well, maybe a little. I could barely hear your voice.”

That comment made you laugh a bit as you grabbed your after-shower hair care products. “Well, then it was a perfect volume. I couldn’t let you hear my screeching.”

Corpse raised an eyebrow. “Are you dumb? Your singing voice is absolutely gorgeous, what the fuck? Where have you been hiding that thing?”

He walked into the bathroom a bit more, grabbing your hand and planting a kiss on your palm. As if you weren’t already red from the lava-like water, his comment and kiss made you blush. This man, who had women from the internet literally ready to jump in front of a train for him to get a chance to kiss him, just so happened to be yours. And that’s why you thought he was just saying that to be nice. But he was an actual musician with actual songs, and a potential artist with a record label if the contract came through. 

“Are you sure?” you asked quizzically. “Are you saying that just to be nice or what? Because I was a choir kid, okay, and high school choir teachers are fucking ruthless. I’ve been yelled at for having a shit voice more than once, so if you’re just being nice-”

“Will you shut the fuck up and accept the fact that you’re a talented singer?” Corpse laughed now, kissing your forehead as he headed towards the door. “I have a business call to get to, and you better believe I’ll be mentioning how I want you featured in one of my songs.”

Your eyes went wide, but before you could reply, Corpse reached forward and slapped your ass before bolting from the room, that deep, devilish chuckle following him.

“Hey!” you gasped, running to the doorway and leaning out while clutching your towel. “I’ll get you for that later!”