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inkdemonapologist · 4 months

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[BatIM Cthulhu AU] A couple of doodles from session two, which UNSETTLED SAMMY A LOT ACTUALLY...

There have been small changes, throughout New York -- doors opening on the wrong side of the street, houses ending up just a block away from where you remembered them -- but the only people who can even tell seem to be those who remember Carcosa. Joey, Sammy, Henry, Jack, Peter, and Norman all experienced the strange shifting realm when a Mardi Gras party attempted to bring dread Carcosa to New Orleans, but Susie wasn't there. She can't see the changes we see, and the entire rest of the city agrees with her. That door was always there? The car was always that colour. That's where I remember the address being before, and there's no record it was ever different.

She trusts what the boys are reporting must be true, that maybe there are changes she can't see or remember, and both she and Sammy are terrified. These are only little things, but as more and more of the city slips into the world of the King in Yellow, what else might be rewritten...?

Anyway EVERYONE'S HAVING A GREAT TIME. If you're here for Out Of Context Quotes from our session, I have some of those too, here, under the cut!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] I love how detective Pete is for a guy who is NOT a detective. [Sammy] He just got assigned that by Joey Drew and now it's true. [Joey] Exactly! That's how it works.

[Sammy] The idea of JDS having its own employed detective is really funny to me. "Why do you need that? You're an animation studio." "Well, you know, things come up,"

[GM] Everybody went home I believe, except Joey went to the Studio, which is like home,

[Sammy] Do we have any plan, other than just go in to work, [Jack] I though you were gonna say "other than go insane"...

[Joey] If Prophet's not the one going for the ink, then why is Sammy going for it?! Do they have a SECOND prophet situation??? [Jack] PROPHET...... TWO!!! [Henry] Prophet 2: Electric Boogaloo [Sammy] *tiredly* We don't need any more Prophets..... We don't need any more Sammys..... we have enough.....

[Jack] You just need to sip some ink and tell them it's the wrong number. Like, you've got the wrong guy. [Henry] New stone, who dis?

[Sammy] It was the false king who called through the ink, not our Lord! [Joey] Interesting... [Joey] Joey's going to ask Bendy if he can... feel this? Is he getting calls? *dad voice* Is someone calling you? Don't put your number on the internet!

[GM] Bendy says he wasn't made to be a receiver the same way Sammy was. [Jack] So technically, it's "New Sam, who dis"!

[Joey] Okay, Joey's going to note this all down in his... Notebook Of Nonsense That Plagues Them,

[GM] I'm choosing to believe that whenever Norman called in, he gave some sort of outlandish excuse, and whoever answered the phone didn't... write it down... [Sammy] Like the heckin', grian excuses-- [Joey] "I'm cutting my grass, with scissors" [Jack] Yeah!! He's cutting his grass! With scissors! In winter!!! [Sammy] And then Sammy's like "Do we know why he called out?" and the receptionist is just like "No We Have NO Idea" [Jack] With the most tired sigh. Second only to Grant.

[GM] Fun fact, Norman would answer the phone. [Sammy] Norman actually was just like, "ohhhhhhh i know THIS is some supernatural bullshit happening, I'm gonna stay home"

[Joey] Joey's going to ask Estelle if he looked like-- and give a vague description of Avedon. [GM] .............................. [GM] She is SO impressed that you knew this. [Joey] *delighted cackling*

[Jack] I love how cute Joey is about this kid. Just like... the cool Bendy Uncle! He's not related at all, but, [Joey] I feel like this is kind of how Joey just gets around kids? Maybe Joey does really want kids, just, y'know, doesn't know how to do it when gay? [Sammy] Obviously that won't happen, so-- [Joey] Yeah, [Sammy] --so then you START AN ANIMATION STUDIO, that's the only other option! [GM] Yeah, then all kids are your kids!

[GM] Alright, you've made many phone calls. [Joey] Yeah, [GM] And you only rudely hung up on one of them!

[Sammy] Sammy can surely track that down; he's used to digging up musicians. [Jack] Jack's there to assist with the Talking to People in a way that makes them want to cooperate with you, and not run in fear!

[GM, speaking for Peter] *lists all of the information Peter's dug up* And that's about what he managed to get, today! [Joey] And nothing weird has been happening... to him? [GM] WELL, OKAY. ABOUT THAT,

[Peter] Could you describe again, the strange person who was at the party? What was that guy like? [Joey] *thinking very hard* Which... strange person...? I mean... Denis was there?

[Norman] Try not to fall in a swamp this time. [Joey] I'll let you know if I find one! [Sammy] There's fewer of those in New York, so, I think we're good. [Jack] I mean, you never know,, [Sammy] ...yeah, that's true..... [Joey] HEY, Joey will let him know if he finds one!!! [Sammy] If LAKE PONCHARTRAIN opens up in the MIDDLE OF NEW YORK CITY, that will certainly be something to let all of our friends know!

[GM] Make a social-type checks to have a word with them beforehand! [Sammy] I don't know, if I should do that,,, [GM] SAMMY can make an Appearance check! [Sammy] *laughing* LETS SEE IF IM HANDSOME ENOUGH to get let in!

[GM] Everybody's like "You guys!" You're greeted with nostalgia, and eagerness! and people are trying to small talk you, I'm guessing Sammy's not going for that. [Sammy] I mean, you can try to small talk.... AT him... [Sammy] He doesn't... y'know... it's like playing a game of catch where you throw the ball to somebody, and they just hold the ball. [Sammy] Like.... okay! [GM] I did the thing! [Sammy] Cool, catch successful. [Jack] No give, only throw!

[Sammy] Look, I was trying to drink ink this morning, so I feel like this is a step up.

[Sammy] Sammy will enjoy it! We should do this more often! [Sammy] "We should do this more often" says man who will always be too busy to do this more often,

[GM] They're impressed that, at a job where there was a gunshot right in front of the stage, the thing you want to ask about is where they sourced their music. [Sammy] I LOVE that Sammy's reputation is such that this makes perfect sense to them.

[GM] His name is Alan Leroy. [Sammy] Okay, Leroy works, because then I'll remember it, because of Leroy Jenkins. [GM] This is what's been going through my head the entire time, too...

[GM] They say he's a crazy-talented musician who blew into town a year or two ago? He's really nice and easy to get along with, and when he really gets going he can make sounds come out of his instrument like you've never heard! [Sammy] These... are all.. compliments that would be really impressive except that they can all be interpreted in really concerning ways.......

[GM] If Jack wants to look harder, he can.......... [Jack] I'm doing it, Jack can make little a bad decision! He hasn't made any yet this season!! [Jack] *rolls* That's an extreme success. How much sanity do I lose!!

[Henry] We're ghost hunters. The, the pale guy is a ghost, we're goin' after him. Ghost hunters. [Henry] ...This is why you don't let Henry lead the conversation!!

[Jack] It's occurring to me that we don't know if this guy is alive??? [Joey] YUP! This is a good time to find out! [Henry] Fun! [GM] When have you EVER gone up to somebody's house and found them dead inside? [Jack] Jack hasn't yet... [Henry] The very first scenario! [Sammy] Yeah it was a pretty bad situation as I recall, we were briefly accused of being involved! [Jack] Maybe you guys. Jack's different, though.

[Joey] We wanted to make sure he was doing alright. .....does that need a Fast Talk roll? [GM] Yeah, I was about to say-- [Joey] *rolls* *STARTS CACKLING* [GM] What did you do, do you roll a three again? [Joey] I DID ROLL A THREE! :D THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I ROLLED! [GM] I thought it was the Three Laugh!

[Henry] Henry is tired. Henry rolled a 93. [GM] Well he's out late, you know, he's a family man! He has normal hours, he hasn't been staying up late, living at the studio for the last few years! [Henry] He's regretting not accepting Joey's offer to just go home. [Joey] *muttering* See, Joey knows best!

[GM] Okay, so you guys notice, right off, that the car isn't there. [Sammy] UM. HM. [Jack] Which car did we take again? [Joey] The Mercedes... [Jack] *relieved* Okay good. [Jack] .... I MEAN, NOT GOOD, BUT...

[Joey] No, no I think it's OUR car... it's just... more yellow now... [Jack] I don't like that that means it's getting yellower... [Joey] ...........................So when do we take the sanity hit? [GM] Yeah, that would be now!

[GM] The woman says she's looking forward to when he has his own ship, and they can sail away together! [Henry] [Henry] ...I'm married,...

[Joey] Joey has his face pressed to the window-- no, he probably has the window down, it doesn't matter how cold it is -- and... CAN the window go down? Hold on. [Joey] *sounds of typing* "Car... door... window... down... history... when."

[Henry] Okay, these dice are BANNED. I rolled a 90! [Jack] What if you subtly replace the dice...? [Sammy] With slighty yellower dice!

[Joey] OKAY! There ARE rolling windows, so Joey does have the window rolled down, and he's intensely watching the colour of the car. [Joey] AND ALSO, he's STILL sitting in the middle seat, he's just going to lean over someone to do this. [Sammy] Ah. It's probably me.

[Jack] No, no, Pete and Jack can get kidnapped later and take some massive sanity damage together. ✨Cute date ideas!✨

[Joey] Joey's going to inform Norman that they're going to come over, they need additional eyes on something, [GM] Well, he's good at keeping eyes on things! [Joey] So they'll be over soon. [Sammy] I like how Norman gets a heads up, but with Peter we just show up at his apartment. [Joey] Exactly! [Jack] That's because Joey's kissed Pete. When Joey and Norman kiss then that's -- not good for Sammy, probably. [GM] At least Pete and Sammy are neutral. Non-reactive. [Sammy] Norman and Sammy are "it's complicated" on Facebook.

[Sammy] Okay, we gotta go get Linda, so Susie's not alone, [Jack] We're just playing "how many NPCs can we force Thren to play at once!" How many can we shove in the back of this car.

[Jack] Jack's gonna get home and find out his cats are different colours, [Sammy] Oh NO, [Jack] Comes back and Beans is a tortie now. [Sammy] Or Beans is just an orange cat, [Jack] Oh no! Her braincells! [GM] She needs those! She has all of them!!

[Joey] Depending on who's the affected party, Susie or them, it is actually useful to have a second, like, [Sammy] Someone to compare with? Yeah. [Henry] We don't know WHO the control group is, but ONE of us is the control group!

[Joey] As trusted as Norman is, he isn't one of Joey's... white-knuckle-clutched-keepsakes of a person,

[Sammy] *sarcastic* Okay, everyone ready to go to sleep? That's not a scary prospect right now, right? That's something that we're all really confident about doing? Cool, that's great. [Henry] Yeah, yeah, that's definitely not gonna, it's gonna go great...! [GM] Nobody's even cut their hand on a slick stone! It's fine! [Henry] NO ONE BETTER CUT THEIR HAND ON A SLICK STONE! We got enough problems!! [Joey] (Looking at you, Prophet!)

[Henry] Is Joey,,, sharing this plan with anyone? [Joey] ouo Has anyone asked him?

[Joey] Let's send Henry then! [Henry] Alright. Send Henry to Carcosa! [Sammy] *exasperated* yeah that's fine.... [Joey] It's not FULLY sending him there! It's just making a connection. [Joey] A little bridge! [Sammy] Uggghhhh... Sammy doesn't think we need any bridges to Carcosa. [Sammy] We've got enough Carcosa. [Sammy] Put some back.

[Sammy] This is what happens When You Give a Joey a Dream Spell.

[Sammy] We can't actually guarantee that New York isn't going to sink. That's not out of the question. [Jack] Is the Joey Drew specialty NOT "promising things that aren't necessarily things you can promise??"

[Henry] Actually, before Henry leaves he's going to give Joey a hug. [Joey] He doesn't get to leave. [Henry] Oh. [Joey] But Joey will take the hug!

[Henry] You know this man gives good hugs. You're getting a good Henry hug. [Jack] Gonna crunch all of Joey's terrible, very bad bones. [Henry] He's gonnna try not to crunch all of Joey's terrible bones! [Henry] But, I dunno. [Henry] Roll for damage.

[GM] The lurker knows this is serious, but he's also excited, because he has heard what a slumber party is from Henry's kids.

[GM] Now it is Friday, the 28th of December. [Sammy] Okay. Cool. Let's all make an effort to not ring in the New Year in Carcosa. That's MY New Year's Resolution: Don't Be In Carcosa.

#call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #sammy x susie #norman polk #joey drew #when in doubt just keep drawing #quote post #theres no reason for dramatic lighting the cthulhu doodles have just become my Attempt To Figure Out Clip Studio practices lmao #i stuck a cap on sammy forever ago while pondering winter outfits #and it was so cute on him that now it might just have to be canon

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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She's Evil. (most definitely)

Pairing: mean popular girl!Wanda x shy F!reader

Warnings: semi-public sex, dom!Wanda, fingering (r receiving), light angst, slight toxic relationship

Words: 909

A/N: had a little idea, some of it goes to @cthulhus-curse 's server for credit! also wanda has brown hair in this AU!

i hope you like it my darlings, get a bit rest if you need to! i love you all <3

You were sitting quietly in class, writing down some notes till you felt something lightly hit the back of your head. You turn around to see Wanda snickering with her face buried in a book.

You sigh, looking down, you grab the note and quietly read it. ‘meet me at the library in 10.’ with a little heart doodle at the end of the note. You furrow your brows in confusion, looking back at Wanda, who has her full attention on the book in her hands, occasionally checking the time on her phone.

You shrug it off and crumble up the paper, tossing it in your backpack.

It was a free period, so you went to the library to get some books to study for your upcoming history exam. “Where the hell is it..” you mutter to yourself, getting up on your toes to peek up at the top row of books.

“Is this what you're looking for?” you hear a voice behind you, “Oh.. Wanda. Yeah that– it's what I was looking for.” you say, attempting to grab it from her, only for her to move it out the way. “Uh-uh what do we say?” you huff, “Can I please get the book?”

She smirks, slowly backing you up onto the bookshelf. “And?” you step back, gasping quietly when your back hits the shelves. “Wanda w-we're in public,” you whisper, “-and in a library.”

She frowns, kissing your neck. “So what?” she says, running her hand up your thigh and under your skirt. You clutch at her wrist, “People could see us.” she flicks away your hand, moving her hand up your thighs.

“I don't care. You.. just look so cute in this outfit today, all I wanna do is touch you.” she kisses your neck, slowly sucking onto your pulse point. “Wanda, as much as I'm enjoying this, we have to sto—” you get cut off with a moan, as your body betrays you when she slips two of her fingers into your panties.

“We have to what? Hm?” she whispers into your ear, trapping you in between her and the bookshelf. “Wanda..” you whine, you couldn't tell what for. Desperate for her touch? Or for her to stop?

“Yeah?” she circles your clit with the pad of her thumb, humming quietly as she kisses your forehead. “I– I..” she puts on a fake smile, “What is it baby?” she looks down, gazing into your eyes. Without any warning nor hesitation, she shoves in her two digits inside your dripping cunt.

She adores the way your eyes widen, panicked whether you would get caught, or in pleasure as she thrusts her fingers deep inside your pussy. “Wanda.. Wanda please what if we get caught or–” she presses her lips to yours, pining you down with her arm above your head and the other around your waist.

“Has anyone seen Wanda? We've been looking all...” voices from afar could be heard, and the brunette pulls back, covering your mouth with her hand. “Wndhmff wht the hell mmph—” your words muffled as she holds you down. “Shh.. malysh,” your eyes start to wander around the library, wondering what she was hiding from. “My friends. I– I can't let them see us me out here.”

“mmh–phff,!” she slowly takes her hand off of your mouth, allowing you to breathe. “I told you this would happen Wands..” you quietly say, adjusting your messy, wrinkled skirt.

“Yeah.. yeah,” she says, her gaze flicking from you to the back of the room, checking if her friends left.

She lets out a sigh of relief when the group is seen leaving the library. “I'm sorry Y/N.” she whispers, lowering her eyes to yours. “Are we.. together? Like girlfriends?” your voice comes out more insecure than you thought it would. ‘Fuck, I shouldn't have asked that.’

“Yes! Yes.. why wouldn't we be? Krasivaya?” you shake your head, swallowing dryly. “No reason– it's just, I'm just.. so tired. Of running around whenever your friends are present, and not being able to talk about you with any of my friends.” you say, attempting to look away from her.

She clenches her jaw, bringing a hand up to your cheek to turn your eyes to her. “I told you, nobody from our classes can know about us..” her hold on your cheek tightens, forcing you to part your lips slightly.

“Is that clear?” the grip on your face was tight, harsh even. So rough that it started to hurt, and you could feel the side of your face reddening. Tears pool at your eyes, glossing them over. You tap at her wrist, “Wanda– please. It hurts.. I—” she pulls her hand away quickly, a frantic look displayed on her face.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Y/N please. I'm so sorry,” she lets out a choked sob, pulling you into an embrace. She wrapped her arms around you, continuously kissing the top of your head, and your forehead. “I'm so sorry, I– malysh I'm so,” she presses a kiss to your cheeks, “-so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.” she pecks your lips softly, her brows scrunched up in guilt and worry.

“It's fine Wanda..” your slowly regain control over your breath, gently rubbing her back. “I-I'm okay. You don't need to apologize darling.” you say, pulling apart to wipe her tears off. “We're okay.”

That last part came out in a whisper. She never heard it.

#Spotify #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff

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lunaroserites · 2 months

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Art and Ice - Doodle

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: MC asks Bucky to be her focus on her project.

This might a 2 or 3 parter (it's gonna be more because cannot help myself). College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that trope and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Bucky is a playboy. Fighting.

Word Court: 2770

Likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!

Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, without my express permission, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3

Catch up here: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 ❤️

“You think I can just say fuck it and drop out?” The words tumbled out of your mouth quickly as you walked with Nat toward the arena. Practice was in the afternoon today because there was a game tonight. According to Nat our rival team would be here later to do some warm up before the game tonight.

“Seriously?” She raised a manicured brow at you.

“Maybe Pietro was right. I should be a drama major,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. You knew you were being over dramatic about the ordeal, but Barnes was an egotistical jerk and he was going to make this project hell. Was that a pessimistic take on it? Maybe. Were you wrong? Probably not.

You pulled your school hoodie tighter, winter's grasp was holding on tight this year. The wind nipped at your nose and cheeks as you both made your way into the arena. Once inside the main doors heat blasted at you, you rubbed your arms with your hands and looked at Nat who was doing the same.

“You are dramatic. But it’s gonna be fine,” her confidence almost made you believe her. Originally you were just going to wait and ask him outside the arena, in hopes maybe his cocky, surefire attitude would be on the back burner. But Nat said practice was amping up now as the season drew closer to playoffs and the team would be traveling a lot more. Nat led us to our seats next to the bench, another woman was sitting there already.

“Peggy!” Nat said cheerfully, as she sat down next to her.

“Natasha!” she said cheerfully back. “Who’s this?” She smiled at you. You waved and introduced yourself.

“Oh you’re the one doing the art project? Steve mentioned it,” she asked.

You nodded, “news travels fast?” you laugh a little weirded out how she already knew.

“Hockey players gossip worse than fishermen wives in the locker room...”

“And out of it,” Nat added with a laugh, Peggy chuckled as well.

“And Barnes can’t shut up about the fact you drew him,” Peggy said with an eyeroll. Right, you thought. Peggy probably spent a decent time around him, since Steve and him were best friends, from your understanding it was rare to see one without the other.

“I’m not surprised,” you chuckled, looking down at your sketchpad. The night before you stayed up and watched videos of Barnes’ best plays and a couple of his interviews. There were some very detailed pictures of his face there. You quickly turned to a black page so Nat wouldn’t see it and poke fun. When you found a muse, it was hard for you to focus on anything but it. You could feel the hole you were digging getting bigger and bigger.

“Fuck,” you glared at Barnes as he slammed into the glass in front of you, startling you. He had his helmet lifted and he was giving you a bright and flirty smile. You raised an eyebrow at him and shook your head, uninterested in his antics. He slipped his helmet down and pushed back, skating backwards, he moved so fluidly, you couldn’t help but pay attention.

“Oi! Barnes. Pay attention,” someone snapped, you looked towards the voice and stared for a moment.

“Coach Fury,” Nat said to you, “the only person that can get Barnes to pay attention besides Steve,” she finished. You nodded before looking back at the players. Your eyes were drawn to a smaller player, he wore a 12 on his back, Stark. He had been in one of your business classes you took in your second semester. He was an interesting guy, cocky and arrogant, he also came from money. His father was the owner of Stark Industries. He was speeding up and down the ice with ease.

“12, he's fast,” you murmured to Nat, who nodded.

“He broke a record last year, his size makes it easier for him to zoom around,” Nat answered as she looked down at my paper, “Barnes really has your eye doesn’t he, this is like the Hela thing all over again,” she chuckled.

“Yeah,” you blushed deeply and looked back down at your paper. You really wished one of the other teammates caught your attention, if Clint did this would be much simpler. But of of course the school hot shot had to be one to catch your eye.

“Hey,” Nat lifted your chin and made you look at her. “It’s fine, muses come and go. That’s how art is,” she smiled, that was one thing you loved about Nat, she never questioned or made fun of your muses or how ridiculous an idea you had was when it came to your art. She would poke fun, and make silly jokes, but nothing harmful. Just good natured fun. Her support was unwavering and true.

Nat was a dancer, she was studying dance and dance theory. That’s how you two met, you accidently stumbled into one of the dance studios after hours instead of the art room. She was there practicing, and made small talk with you. You ended up just sitting on the dance room floor and working on your project talking with her as she practiced.

“You know what’s funny, I didn’t think about dance for this project,” you chuckled after you relaxed a little. Nat’s face broke into a wide smile.

“It would be the same as Pietro and the track team, but at least we look cute in our dance attire,” she mused lightly. You laughed loudly at her comment.

“You really hate those track uniforms,” you shook your head as you chuckled some more. Clint zipped passed a moment later and Nat‘s eye followed him like a magnet. “Goodness, you’re so in love, it’s sickening,” you mused, she pushed your shoulder playfully.

“How long have you two known one another?” Peggy asked.

“Since first semester,” you answered her with a smile.

“You guys are such good friends, I would have expected childhood bestfriends,” Peggy said, as she smiled at Steve who skated by.

“We just clicked,” you shrugged, returning to your sketchpad.

Practice drew to a close a little while later and you followed behind Nat and Peggy as they made their way back toward the locker room. There were a few girls, including Pepper Potts, Starks on again/off again girlfriend. Every other week Nat would be talking about it. The girl Bucky had on his arm last time was missing from the group of girls waiting for the players to leave the locker room. First out was Clint, and he made a beeline for Nat, instantly pulling her into a hug and pressing his nose into her neck, she squealed a little as his cold nose made contact with her skin.

Peggy excused herself to go wait by the door for Steve who emerged with Barnes a moment later. She whispered something in Steve’s ear and pointed over at you with a smile. Steve nodded and waved with a small smile of his own. Barnes followed his gaze and instantly he perked up when he noticed you. He swaggered toward you, past the gaggle of girls waiting to try and get his attention, you noticed a couple of them glare in your direction. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, sketch book tucked against your side. You looked up at him as he came up to you making a complete stop a foot in front of you. He really didn’t care about personal space, you took one step back so you didn't have to crane your neck as much to look him in the face.

“And what do I owe the pleasure today Doodle,” you cocked an eyebrow at the nickname, and squinted slightly. The nickname didn’t make you scrunch your nose or want to gag so it wasn’t the worst. You sighed heavily and danced on the balls of your feet for a moment. He just stared, watching you intently, a dumb cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Would you let me draw you for my art project?” You asked, you wished the weight bearing down on your shoulders lifted but it didn’t. You dreaded the thought of spending more time with this menace of a man. His lip twitched further upward and showed some of his perfect white teeth.

“Ah Doodle, I thought you'd never ask,” he ruffled your hair with one of his big hands. You groaned and moved your head from him and tried to fix your hair.

“Don’t touch me, please,” you said sternly. “I just need permission to draw you and use your likeness.”

“Ah don’t be like that,” he moved forward and you stepped backwards and to the right, dodging him. He huffed in annoyance and you stared at him with your arms crossed again and slight scowl. “Will you be at the game tonight?” He asked, finally standing upright, his own arms crossed across his broad chest.

“Seats are sold out besides the reserved seats for team partners,” you stated, “so no not tonight.”

“There's always a seat reserved for my girl, you can have that one,” he stated matter of factly.

“I’m not your girl,” you said back firmly. “This whole thing is for my art project,” you moved your hand jestering to both of you, “it ends once my project is done.”

You couldn’t quite place the look on his face after you said that, but you could pick up the small look of challenge in his eyes. It seemed he was making this game, like he was contemplating how long it would be before you would cave and give him what he wanted. Another notch in his bed post. From what you could tell based on his body language alone he was not used to being rejected. Women usually flaunted over him and fell in his lap, all he had to do was choose who he wanted at that moment. Your determination to not be one of those girls was considered a challenge to him, met head on with stubborn determination to break you down and get what he wanted in the end. That made your stomach twist at the thought, he only wanted to do this to sleep with you, have some fun and then dump you off on Loki’s lap heart broken.

You shook your head, lost in your own thoughts. Barnes was still looking at you, a contemplative look on his face. He had his chin in his hand as he rubbed it, “this will be fun, see you tonight Doodle.” You glared at him as he walked away, twirling his keys around his finger.

“Jerk,” you said softly to yourself before you made your way over to Nat and Clint.

“Well that went better than I expected,” Nat said quietly as the three of you left the rink until you had to be back later.

A sleek black car was parked at the curb, you waved goodbye to Nat and Clint as you ran over to the car and slid into the passenger seat, you rolled the window down and shouted “goodbye! See you later,” Nat waved and they continued walking.

“Hey Loki!” You said cheerfully.

“Hello darling, I take it asking Barnes went well?” He asked as he put the car in drive and pulled out from the curb.

“It went alright. The cocky bastard,” you clipped your belt in place and turned your head to look at Loki fully. “He’s already flirting with me,” you shook your head in annoyance.

“At least he has good taste darling,” Loki said sweetly as we sped down the freeway into town to have an early dinner.

“Have fun darling,” Loki shouted out the open window of the car as he dropped you off at the arena. You turned back and gave him an unamused smile and flipped him off.

“Yeah, fuck you,” you said with a slight laugh and turned away, waving, “love you dork,” you said over your shoulder. Nat was waiting just inside the arena for you and led you to your seats.

“So one of the perks of dating hockey players? Free seats?” You mused sitting down next to her, the arena was still pretty empty as the game didn’t start for 45 minutes.

“One of them,” she chuckled. Warm ups started and Clint stopped for a moment in front of us and lifted his helmet.

“Hey girls,” he said with a smile before darting off to warm up.

“Looks like Barnes just noticed us,” Nat said as he skated over.

“He had me clocked from the parking lot,” you grumbled. Nat laughed loudly and placed her hand on your shoulder wiping a tear from her eye.

“You’re not wrong,” she said between giggles. Barnes skated forward and came to stop sending glittering flecks of shaved ice toward the glass.

“Nat, Doodle, how's my new favourite girl?” He asked with a cocky smile. You rolled your eyes, and placed your cheek on your hand as you looked at him with a deadpan expression, Nat smirked next to you. You watched as Barnes ran his tongue over his teeth, he then winked and skated off to join warm ups.

“Do the woman he dates actually like that attitude?” You mused absently as you doodled on the open page of your sketchbook. Nat shrugged.

“Honestly, they’re probably more interested in his looks, and don’t care about anything else. That or the potential paycheck he’ll be earning if they can tie him down long enough,” She said softly. Your gut twisted uncomfortably at that, and you grimaced. Sure the guy was an arrogant prick, but he deserved better than that. Nat noticed your facial expression and nodded. “It’s not really fair, there's moments when he’s more than the arrogant show off, he’s pretty sweet. I think he’s just gotten used to hiding it; he doesn't bother being anything else.”

“Be what they expect of you and no one will question it,” you hummed. You mindless doodles turned into a simple sketch of his face. You admired the sharpness of his jaw, his mouth set in a soft line that was slightly upturned.

The game started, and you were too focused on watching Barnes skate to really watch the game. Not that you really understood the sport enough to really understand what was happening in front of you. First intermission passed and they were half through the second period when a black punk landed on your sketch pad. It startled you and your head shot up and you meant Barnes eyes. Nat was giggling next to you as you picked the offending puck up and handed it to the kid sitting behind you, who happened to be wearing a Barnes jersey. The kids day was made and Barnes’ narrowed his eyes at you. You smirked back in return and went back to drawing.

The crowd erupted in loud chants as Barnes scored with less than a second left in the third period, winning the game for your college. You watched as Barnes skated around celebrating his goal only for the captain of the other team to get up in his face. You tensed up as you watched the guy push Barnes shoulders and then grab his protective gear getting in his face.

So the rest of the team came to investigate and there was an all out brawl on the ice right in front of you. You stood up and looked down. Barnes was on top of the captain, his fist raised and he was breathing heavily.

“Bucky,” his name left your lips before you could stop it and he had to have heard you because his face tilted in your direction for a fraction of a second and the captain took that as an opportunity to flip Barnes over and bring a hard fist down on the bridge of his nose. You shrieked as blood gushed out of Barnes’ nose. Nat was standing next to you as you both watched in horror.

You turned your head and saw your college coach hopping the bench and helping refs break it up. Steve hauled the other team's captain off his best friend and shoved him into the arms of other teammates who pulled him further away. Steve helped Barnes up and took his face in his hands, Barnes just gave him a dopey smile. His gaze turned to you for a moment and he smiled a bigger smile. You looked at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape, horrified.

The captain of the other team didn’t look like he fared much better. He was bloody and his eye was swelling shut with each passing second. Coach Fury looked pissed, and was stalking over to the other teams coach for a few words, a ref following close behind.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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A New Life 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Steve Kemp

Summary: You have an unexpected encounter in the park.

Part of the Silverfox AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

There’s a hint of dampness in the flow of spring air. The breeze stirs the leaves and the scent of dirt along with the sprouting leaves. The season of renewal has arrived. You hope there’s a fresh start for more than the foliage.

You sit on a bench along the winding path that leads from the nearby park. You have your journal on your leg, knee hook over the other as you sketch the thin branches of a barren bramble. You cross hatch the dulling end of the pencil, the skitter of unseen critters and winging of birds brushing around you.

Another twenty minutes and you’ll go. You can feel the rain, see it bulging in the clouds looming above. You can’t be very disappointed, at least you got out of the house. You need to do more of that.

You hear footfalls down the path. Heavy and quick. Another jogger passing through. You don’t look over, focusing on adding the patchy grass around the twigs.

They get closer, looming as they bounce up the path, coming around the curve. This leg of the path isn’t as busy as the others. Many are deterred by the incline. You bend your neck as you raise the notebook slightly, trying to get the angle of the blades just right.

A huff as a shadow hangs over you. Someone claims the empty space next to you on the bench. You make yourself smaller as the jogger sits and bends over their lap, loudly catching their breath. You don’t own the bench, you can’t stop them, but there’s another further up the path.

“Nice day,” he comments as he raises his head, elbows on his legs as he stays hunched over his lap, “spring’s coming.”

You glance over. He’s older. His gray hair has a few lingering streaks of brown and his blue eyes meet yours briefly before you retreat back into your journal. You shrug and hum, “mhmm.”

“Good running weather, not too hot,” he remarks as he sits up, bending his elbow over the back of the bench.

You wouldn’t know. You don’t run. You’re surprised someone his age keeps up the habit.

“You’re an artist,” he points lazily with his hand to your journal.

You nod, “just doodles.”

“I can’t draw at all. Chicken scratch,” he sighs.

Your wall of silence slips into place. You don’t mean to be rude but you’re not overly fond of strangers. You hope he gets the hint.

“Sorry, hope I’m not disturbing you,” he chuckles, “you know, ever since my wife died, I just… spill all over.” He sits up and clears his throat, “like right now.”

You fidget and rest the pencil between the pages, closing the journal. “I’m sorry about your wife,” you eke out, a tremor of guilt tugging at your heart.

“That’s life, I guess,” he says, his other hand twiddling on his thigh, “can’t all be sunshine,” he looks up, “gotta rain sometime.” He stands and puts his hands on his hips, facing you, “probably soon, ya know? Wouldn’t want that pretty art to get ruined.”

“Uh, yeah,” you hug the book to your stomach, “thanks.”

“Er,” he reaches to rub his neck then drops his hand again, the front of his light zip-up straining across his shoulders, “I guess it’s been a while for me, I’m Steve.”

He offers his hand. You look at it. It isn’t the strangest encounter you’ve had but unexpected nonetheless. You left the house for some alone time. To get away from the stomping and hollering above your basement unit. Now you’re being pestered by this lonely widower.

That last thought once more fills you with guilt. You shouldn’t think like that. It’s selfish. You have your issues but you’re not mourning someone you love.

You relent and give your name as you reach for your hand. As you clutch it, you feel a strange prick against the heel of your palm. He clings to you, shifting oddly as the stabbing deepens in your hand. He holds onto you a strange sensation flows into your veins.

He lets you go as you recoil and hold up your hand. There’s a tink against the brickwork below the bench. You look down at the syringe as your journal slips out of your grasp. What the heck?

Panic erupts from your stomach and you try to scream but your voice catches in your throat. You set your feet and push yourself up, thinking only of fleeing. Who is this man? Why would he do this? What did he inject you with?

The horror courses through you the mysterious serum. Your vision hazes at the edges as you stumble on your wobbly legs, teetering back and forth. The man puts his arms out as you stagger and he brings you against him, hushing you as your head lolls back. Your eyes widen as he pets your forehead.

“Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he embraces you, “don’t fight it.”

You can only choke out a splintered moan. You hear more people. A group chattering as their footsteps echo up the path. He draws you into him, pushing your head forward to hide your face against his shoulder. He sways and coos as heaviness floods your limbs.

“Love you, baby,” he says loudly for the passing audience, kissing the top of your head.

You groan and try to fight him off. You only manage to lean harder into him. Your legs slacken as he’s the only thing holding you up. The group passes as they continue to talk about some party. You blink and your lashes stick together.

“Just breathe, it feels good once you let it happen,” he coaxes, “breathe, sweetheart.”

You take a breath, chest hammering, and let it out. Before you can expel all the air from your lungs, the world is black. You collapse into the void and the snare of this man.

#steve kemp #dark steve kemp #dark!steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #fresh #au #silverfox au #a new life #series #drabble

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budsofrose · 1 year

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Okay uhh im having brainrot so bare with me

Modern au!Sanemi leaving the office, having finished up grading paperwork and having to rush home since he promised Genya he’d help with math.

He walks home so he could save up on money, and as he walks down the and passes by the halls he notices you in the school courtyard, sketchbook and pen in hand, doodling while simultaneously trying to focus on schoolwork.

He decides to walk up to you and ask what you’re doing out here since school hours have ended, but before he does he sees your pen drop and roll over near his foot. Abashed seeing him come into view as you try to pick up the pen, as he crouches down and gets up to give it to you. The pen looked like itd seen better days. Beat up with scratches, teeth marks, and the paint chipping off.

“Here.” He gestures, and you gratefully take it. Fingers brushing up against one another contrasting from his rough overworked fingers to your soft and delicate ones, eliciting a shiver from him.

“Im so sorry sensei, I hadn’t seen you were there.” You bow apologetically, your shirt showing cleavage and seeing it mushed up together in the process, being painfully flashed by sanemi.

He tisks with pink dusting his cheeks, he states “Well obviously. Why are you still here? Class hours ended a while ago, and the school’s closin up.”

You stammer, “Ah, well I usually stay a bit and study with friends, but they left a while earlier.” Looking down at your notebook and closing it off, as you start to pack your things.

“I’ll walk you home, its not safe for a student to be out for so long.” He offers. You try to protest but he’s already walking away, expecting you to follow him as you hastily pack your things.

As his figure slowly shrinks the farther he goes, you decided to just shove your items in your bag rather than put it in order. You can organize it later on right? Holding your bulky pencilcase in hand as you jog your way to catch up.

He glances at you for brief moment looking down at your shirt before slowing his pace so you could catch up to him.

“Thank you for offering to walk me home sensei, I really lost track of time today.” ‘Lost track of time daydreaming about you’ you internally thought.

He grunts out a ‘no problem’ before you two continue on your walk. Tension is seeping through the both of you, but its not long before the silence is broken again, but this time its surprisingly by Sanemi asking you a question.

“Whats up with your pen? Why’s it all fuck’- why’s it all beat up like that? Dont ya got other pens or something?” You chuckle at his little slip up, him having to withdraw from cursing since it wasn’t really professional, inside or outside of school campus, especially around a student.

“Oh? My pen? Well its my favorite pen ive had as a goodluck charm. I always try and stock up on refills since I like to write and draw a lot.” You say, gesturing to your pencilcase in hand.

“Im still finding a replica of it, since its really worn down now, it holds a special place in my heart. Not as special as my other pens though.” You fiddle with your pencil case, opening it up to showcase your pen.

“Didn’t know it meant that much to you.” He says before coming to an abrupt stop causing you to also stop just a few steps ahead of him.

“Why dont you tell me all about your pens, hm?” He says as he comes closer to you.

You didn’t know how long its been, but it felt like hours. God knows where you are, having to painstakingly explain to Sanemi about each an ever one of the pens you own as he slowly slides it inside you when finished doing so. Sobbing, as overstimulation hits you as he trys to bully one more pen inside your cunt from your bulky pencil case' as he rubs circles on your clit to sooth you.

You don’t know how you allowed yourselt to get roped into this, but you’re not complaining. as Sanemi strokes the insides of your thigh coaxing you to open up more.

“Good girl, such a good girl. how about just one more pen, just one more, alright? Maybe then ill take them out and give you something a bit bigger. Hows that sound?"

Genya never really got that help in the end.

I am by NO means a writer, like kudos to anyone (ao3 rizz) that writes at all, I just though abt this and said why not 🤷‍♂️

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinaguzawa #genya #genya shinazugawa #sanemi #shinazugawasanemi #modern au #kny modern au #reader insert #sanemi x reader smut #sanemi x reader

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krynutsreal · 1 year

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my hand slipped a bit

no freaking way.... ishimondo sky au real....

ummm this took an embarrassingly long amount of time (79 hours altogether </3) so u will. look at them!!!!! If u don't know what sky au is or want 2 learn more about these sillies then I will be rambling about them rn (with extra doodles) !! lucky you :]

Kry, what is sky au ??

To put it simply, it's a (mostly) ishimondo centric au where Mondo guards over the sun, while Taka guards over the moon. Together they keep Earth in balance. Other planets (excluding Earth for now) are guarded by a being similar to Mondo and taka (aka the hopes peak students are now guardians too). They all each have their own ways of making sure that their planet/moon/etc are rotating correctly and orbiting around the sun n such !! (It's a work in progress so pls bear with me </3)

The Earth, in this case is not guarded by anyone in particular. Which gives the beings an opportunity to basically go down there and explore or just go through shenanigans pretty much. So long as they don't burn the whole planet down and are able to blend in with humans down there they're able to do whatever they please 👍

now to get some sorta like. random facts about Mondo n taka (plus the piece itself) out of the way cause !!!! the post is about them SO

Mondo: Sun guardian ☀️

Does not have a specific routine when doing his job. Usually goes with his gut feeling and continues on from there.

With that in mind, he tends to travel to earth very often to mess around n' have fun. He doesn't doesn't go out of his way to cause destruction (at least not on purpose)

But, he is more feared than liked by most of the mortals there. That does not stop him from roaming around the Earth though!

His halo can emit the brightest light that could honestly blind a regular human, but for the space beings it does not have much of an effect on em.

MF TOOK THE LONGEST TIME (42 hrs) !!! BC OF HIS HAIR. and the halo. shakes him crumples him up

Kiyotaka: Moon guardian 🌙

Unlike Mondo, Taka actually does have a routine that he carefully and thoughtfully planned out to make sure that everything goes smoothly with things regarding the moon (phases, rotations, yk)

Only goes down to Earth for educational purposes, he wants to learn more about how the moon directly affects the Earth (as well as other things about mortals and nature in general)

Does come off as intimidating to mortals, but it is mostly unintentional and therefore he doesn't hang around them much.

Is able to make little star projections with his hands and uses this to make his plans/write down stuff (good example is making that flower projection in [this] comic.)

he was the one I drew first !!! [37 hrs] (hence why he took less time then mondo) I lov his cape. umm also crumples him up

AND THATS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW. IF UR READING THIS THEN THANK U FOR UMM READING THE RAMBLES. I GIFT U THESE.

BYEEE!!!!!! collapses onto the floor .

#danganronpa #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimondo #kry k(art)#sky au #i genuinely.cant believe i spent that long on them #to be fair it wasnt 79 hours straight it was more of me working on it during free time (and procrastinating on it)#originally they were gonna be together in 1 piece. but ibis kept crashign so i had to split them in half #UMMM IDK. im glad i finally posted this #so glad i dont hate this piece. the hyper fixation is real. love wins etc etc #ok bye stay cringe and free #EDIT I FORGOT TO ADD THE LINK SORR

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medusapelagia · 3 months

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Comment bingo!

This time Andy the 🐙 and I have had a lot of fun reading the wonderful new fics that have been published thanks to the @strangerthingsreversebigbang (thanks to the ST Reverse BB I was lucky enough to be one of the first to read those stories!!!) and we finally completed our bingo card!

As always go give them some love to these fics if you want to! And keep commenting!

Comment on a fic featuring a rare pair: I think of Thee by of house_of_chant ( @house-of-chant), complete, rating T, Hellcheer. Inspired by Bee ( @sunflowerharrington ) beautiful art, it’s a fluffy modern AU featuring the cutest cheerleader ever and the famous metalhead!

Comment on a fic with no comment so far: Stop insisting that I’m not a lost cause by SlippySlip ( @slippy-slip ), WIP, Rating T, insipired by a beautiful art made by LogeDraws featuring a fluffy and clumsy Steve werewolf!

Comment on a fic with a lopsided kudos to comment ratio: Cover Worthy by trans_steve_truther (@stevesno1simp), inspired by @raven-cl wonderful art, Complete, Rating E, Steddie. A photographer trans Steve meets the famous rockstar Eddie.

Comment bargaining firstborn or more: Come and Get Me by Rindecision (@rindecision), inspired by @waldos-art, WIP, Metalsandwich, Rating E, a boxing AU with my three favorites boys: Steve, Eddie and Billy!

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The other fics that helped me fill my bingo card under the cut!

Comment on a fic with under 50 hits: Dandelion Wishes by Carerra_os, rating T, WIP, Harringrove. This is a super sweet fic with child Billy and a very little magical Steve! And being part of the Harringrove Big Bang it also has incredible art made by Raven ! (now it has more than 50 hits like it deserves but I was lucky enough to be one of the first peole to read it!)

Theorize about world, character, and/or theme: and then you came by what_about_the_fish, rating E, WIP, Harringrove. Another incredible fic from the Harringrove Big Bang (so it has art as well! Made by Luca Doodle Doo) In a Dom/Sub universe Soft Dom Steve finds Billy, a Sub without a Dom that desperatly need one who took care of him like he deserves.

Epilogue comment: speculate on characters' futures: The Only Living Ghost In New York by beetlesandstars, rating M, complete, Steddie. A modern AU where Steve realizes that he is in love with Eddie... when Eddie gets married! It hurts so good!

Explain while the fic is better than canon: Let it happen by Romeren (, rating M, WIP, Harringrove, super sweet story written for bigbangharringrove and with beautiful art by Lemon and Apple.

Leave a long comment: Baby, I got sick this morning (heal me, darling)by TheRedHarlequin - rating: E, a lovely WIP with my favorite threesome: Steve, Billy and Eddie! Half sick fic and half magical AU! And it's not cheating if I put it again bacause it's a WIP and we finally got TO THE HOT CHAPTER and the world needs to know it! (Those are Andrew's the Octopus words, not mine, obviously...)

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Comment on a fic posted today: All I want for Christams is you, by LexiRoseWrites. rating: Teen and Up, Steddie, Complete. A sweet Christmas omegaverse fic!

comment detailing emotional devastation: hold me, scold me , by lydiah135 - rating: E, complete, Steddie. This fic has everythig! Transmasc Professional Dom Eddie, emotional pain and wonderful OCs! This is the 4th part of the series, I recommend to start from the first one!

revisit fic you read in the past & leave a(nother) comment: If I stare too long by brawls (brawlite) and ToAStranger, rating: E, complete- The first Metalsandwich fic I have ever read. It's hot, and fluff, and cute and it has incredible art!

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Unhinged liveblogging reaction: Everybody wants you - Whataboutthefish - rating: E, complete - Harringrove. A sexy and painful song fic. It hurts so good!

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k1rameki · 7 months

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i think i need to expand on my losergirl ayana agenda bc lord have i become hyperfixated (buckle up bc i have gone absolutely insane over this) (this might also end up becoming a hc dump uh oh) (also bear in mind thanks to all the recent art ive been seeing of her ive been on a real ayana kick when it comes to ships n shit so yeah some hcs with the other characters imma mention can be interpreted romantically too teehee) (and also!!! more general ayana hcs too :333 i have a cavity in mein cranium that can only be filled with soft ayana content)

also quick emoji keys for dialogue i may add for this ^_^

🎸 - aldryx

🩻 - tabi

🔻- ayana

🎧 - dalia

📼 - agoti

some of the many reasons i believe ayana is an absolute girlfailure is her complete and utter failure in her previous relationship/s (I SAY THIS BC SHE PROBABLY HAS BEEN IN A FEW THAT HAVENT WORKED OUT LONG BEFORE SHE MET BOYFRIEND,, also shes just awkward as hell but thats a story for anotha time)

NOT ONLY THAT BUT HELLO??? she appears so calm and collected whenever shes engaging in simple conversation but internally shes freaking out and she has no idea where anything is gonna end up going and often times she can and she WILL let stupid things slip out of her mouth and immediately she regrets it

and let me tell you this she gets more and more pathetic and losery around dalia,, this woman is in LOVE (hence that stupid doodle i made where aya's just freaking out over the slightest bit of affection given to her) (looks like she might have abandonment issues sorry what)

IN FACT. GIVING PHYSICAL AFFECTION TO EVERYONE. SHES ALL FOR THAT SHIT,, hugs, kisses, stroking hair, you name it, this girl is a massive cuddlebug you cant convince me otherwise

i mentioned my pastry chef ayana hc in passing but i'm gonna fully expand on that now: SO. also aya family hcs bc people should talk ab that but ayana's dad is a chef (no specific speciality, but he does make a lot of baked goods) and growing up she would often mirror what he does and that eventually led to her practicing and honing her skills! :D (she also studies culinary arts at college teehee) ALSO!!! she brings all sorts of baked goods she makes over for all her favourite people to enjoy constantly whether that be cookies, pastries, cakes, all of that yummy stuff

despite being an absolute loser girlfail idiot she can jam on the bass like its no tomorrow. IM TALKING ABOUT SLAP, FINGERPICKING, YOU NAME IT, SHE CAN DO IT ‼️‼️ here's an example of the bass playing style i had in mind for her, very energetic and fluid heuehehehehehe

SPEAKING OF (and this ties in a little with my band au) and whenever she drops an epic bassline everyone just stops and stares at her totally being in the zone

🔻: –casually having the time of her life playing a bassline like theres no tomorrow–

🎸: "yo holy crap aya where has this energy been this entire time"

🔻: "huh what do you mean"

HAIR EXTENSIONS!!! ive talked about this on discord before but ayana with naturally shorter hair so she wears hair extensions! (also bc gender euphoria but shhhh)

i also believe that aldryx and tabi had zero idea that she wore them and just believed her hair was naturally long. this is how their conversation went trust;

🔻: " hey guys ^_^"

🩻: ".....did you cut your hair?"

🔻: "no? my hair has always been short"

🎸: "IT HAS??!!??!!??! 😨 I THOUGHT YOUR HAIR WAS JUST REALLY LONG"

🩻: "ME TOO— jesus christ my life is a lie"

🔻: "theyre hair extensions not the holy grail calm down 😭😭😭"

AND NOW THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT AYANA INTERACTING WITH THE OTHERS, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO MY AGOTI/AYA DUO HC BC HELLO romantic or platonic these two are fucking adorable, the loserboy + losergirl pairing ever frfr (also bc i hc that theyre really close in age bc iirc ayana's birthday is january 28th so that would make her around 3-4 months younger than agoti to me at least teehee)

those two gossip about anything and everything and every single night they do each other's hair n spend time doing full fledged spa routines while talking shit about anyone and everyone bc theyre high maintenance as hell and take pride in their combined collection of bazillions of good smelling bodywashes and shampoos

🔻: "oh my god, goti i cant believe i forgot to tell you about some crazy interaction i had with someone earlier today i swear its driving me crazy"

📼: "BITCH AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME SOONER? YOU'D BETTER START FROM THE BEGINNING I NEED DETAILS IN FULL"

🔻: "OKOK SO WHAT HAPPENED WAS—"

also she works as a seamstress in her spare time when she's not doing music or baking ^_^ she often uses her expertise to create some outfits (with the help of sketches done by either tabi or agoti) and often has trouble finding someone to be her muse so she often gets dalia to help

she takes this VERY seriously by the way if she hears a singular complaint she will go insane

🎧: "how long is this gonna take 😔😔 my arms are getting sore babe i cant stand like this for much longer"

🔻: "dee i love you but i swear to god if you say that one more time i'm going to stab you with this needle until your arm is red and swollen BE PATIENT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU 😭😭😭"

🎧: "😀😀😀😀😀 youre gonna WHAT"

also. shes got a BIG sweet tooth — she and tabi bond over sweets and trying all sorts of new things together, especially chocolatey things bc theyre both obsessed with chocolate anything

🩻: "aya i went to the store and i found this wafer cake thing and i thought you and i should try it"

🔻: "TABI THAT LOOKS DELICIOUS OMG go grab two spoons right now you and i are eating all of this right now"

🩻: "OKAY SURE :] i can already tell this is gonna taste good"

also sometimes she forgets to eat proper meals and will consistently only have sweets and snacks all day until someone calls her out on it, shes very forgetful, oopsies!

#this is what nearly three years of hyperfixating on ayana does to a person #anyways!!!! aya my beloved #I HAVE WAY MORE THAT I COULD PUT HERE BUT THIS MAY END UP BEING AN ENTIRELY SEPARATE POST #also yes i am capitalising on the fact that ayana is so shippable w anyone especially w the four i mentioned in this post #this girl is in LOVE #also people should draw more short hair ayana i will happily eat that shit up #like pleasepleaseplease i need to see short hair ayana drawings #anyways yawl can already guess that i am ayana's biggest fan and her unofficial ceo so...... what i say is instantly right/j #fnf ayana #fnf tabi #fnf agoti #fnf aldryx #fnf dalia #my art #digital artwork #headcanons #fnf headcanons

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midnightshard06 · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 24

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489362/chapters/129097132

Summary: Sonic comes to visit Tails on a particularly hot day. The two have a nice chat.

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1000 words

AN: Based in the same au as these doodles from this post- https://www.tumblr.com/midnightshard06/730864248738217984/so-my-brain-decided-to-oh-so-helpfully-have-me?source=share

I am getting so close to just officially making this au a thing I swear

@flufftober

"Why must it be so hot?" Sonic sighed as he put his head down on the table. It was summer at the moment, and honestly it was probably his least favorite season. Even when not in werehog form he’d always had thicker fur than the average hedgehog. It did a great job at keeping him warm in the colder months, and a great job at overheating him in the warmer ones.

Tails walked over and pat his back before putting a glass of water in front of him. He happily took it and drained the glass. "Well, you've always done better in the cold. Thicker fur and all."

"Like you?" Sonic grinned.

"Let's just say you're not the only one who doesn't like this heat." Tails sat down across from him after grabbing Sonic another glass.

"So besides suffering in the heat how have you been buddy?" Sonic took a sip of the second glass of water.

"I've been pretty good. Thanks to you mostly." Tails took a sip of his own water with a smile.

"Hey I wasn't about to stand by when the fox that saved my life was getting picked on." Sonic reached over the table to ruffle the top of Tails' head. “Plus that happened like forever ago dude.”

Tails playfully batted his hand away. "Still." He fixed his misplaced fur. "I would have been a lot worse off if you hadn't stepped in and gotten people to see the worth in my inventions… and me."

"Well it helped that I had the chance to save your town from those bandits. Gave me a lot of sway with the people." Sonic took another sip. "I would have tried anyway though."

"And that's why you're my best friend." Tails' smile widened.

Sonic sighed as he put his head against the slightly cooler table again. "You're my best friend too bud."

"Maybe I should try and make something to help with the heat." Tails hummed. "How long are you going to be in town for?"

Sonic hummed. "Not sure. A couple weeks maybe? Depends on how careful I am."

"You don't know how to avoid everyone here at night by now? You've been visiting me for over a year." Tails chuckled.

“Look, you have some pretty persistent hunters in this town.” Sonic moved his head so he could look at Tails. “Even though I’m not here all the time, some of those guys are crazy about trying to find me and ‘finish the job’.” He gave an exaggerated shiver. “Have you ever talked to one of those guys?”

“Who? That guy who calls himself Infinite and those other jackals? Can’t say I really care to have any sort of conversation with them.” Tails shrugged. “Have you?”

“Unfortunately. Good to know your enemy and all that. They’re very… passionate about tracking me down. Even tried to convince me to join them on a hunt once since I was acting like I didn’t believe them.” Sonic reluctantly peeled his face off the table. Honestly it was already too warm.

“Imagine the shock on their faces if they realized it was you.” Tails chuckled. “How’d you get out of it anyway? I suspect the only reason they haven’t tried to get me to go on one with them is because I actively avoid them.”

“Well you know me, I’m good at slipping away.” Sonic cleared his throat as Tails gestured for him to elaborate. “I may have gotten their leader to go off on some passionate rant so I could run off.” He shrugged. “It worked at least but now I have to make sure they don’t spot me at night or during the day.”

“I know you’ll manage.” Tails glanced out the window. “Looks like the sun is going to be setting soon. What’s the plan for tonight?”

Sonic frowned and pinned his ears down. “Can’t say I really like the idea of going out for a run in this heat.” He sighed through his nose. “How bout I stick around tonight and help you out. I know you’re not going to bed any time soon. Even if you should.” Sonic gave him a knowing smile.

Tails rubbed the back of his head and looked away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Suuuuure you don’t.” Sonic sped over to him and once again ruffled the fur on his head. “Hope your workshop is still werehog proof.” He smirked.

“I always make sure it is. Never know when you’ll be dropping by.” Tails chuckled. “Maybe I could experiment with helping you get rid of that extra energy again. I really think we were getting somewhere last time you were here.”

“So long as those experiments don’t literally blow up in my face as they tend to do I’m all for it.” Sonic paused outside the door to Tails’s workshop. “I’ll pop in once I’ve transformed. You go ahead and get whatever you need ready.”

“Got it!” Tails hesitated at the door before wrapping Sonic in a hug. “It really is good to see you.”

Despite the uncomfortable amount of warmth an extra body gave Sonic wrapped his arms around Tails. It was also in that moment that he felt the jolt through his body that signaled the start of his transformation. Well it looked like Tails was getting an extra warm hug then. It didn’t take long for Sonic to change and for Tails to feel smaller than before. The fox playfully struggled in his grip for a moment before Sonic let him go. “Heh, I’ll try and come around more often to see ya bud. Now let’s get to work.” Tails beamed at him and nodded. They were in for a long night, one filled with the same oppressive heat of the day, but Sonic wouldn’t wanna spend it with anyone else.

#flufftober2023 #day 24 #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #tails the fox #sonic the werehog #sonic au #ao3 link #bound by fate au

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backtraf · 1 year

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First AU time! Highschool:

Tim shouldered his backpack and sighed, staring up at the building as he approached. A new school again, and he wondered how long he'd be at this one before his dad's job forced them to move once again. His dad always promised that he would let him graduate this time and he would settle, but something always came up.

"I got another call... Sorry, kiddo."

"Sorry, son, this time will be different, I promise."

"Sorry, Tim. They called again."

He loved his dad, but sometimes he wished he could just have a normal life. Stepping through the doors of the building and immediately, he's bombarded with the noises of hundreds of other kids talking and shuffling through the halls. He glanced down at the piece of paper in his hands, a list of his classes written on it, as well as where they were located and where his locker was.

With the practiced air of someone who's done this more times than they should have to, he began scanning the area and quickly understood how the lockers were laid out, finding his own quickly. Weaving through the crowd of kids, he slipped in next to his locker and opened it up, depositing the items he did not need for his first class and closing it.

The hallway was beginning to thin out as the clock on the wall read closer and closer to 8, so he quickly made his way to his first class. Standing in front of the door, he felt a strange nervousness come over him. Something he hadn't felt in a while since he did this so often. It was weird.

Taking a deep breath, he straightened his back and stepped through the door, scanning the room for a chair to sit at. He recalled that there was no assigned seating, so he made his way to an open seat next to another boy who was quietly doodling in his notebook. Tim looked ahead, pointedly ignoring everyone around him until the boy next to him let out a startled noise.

Looking over, he saw another boy holding something in his hand, keeping it away from him as he reached for it.

"Please give it back..."

"Why? Do you really need it to hear?"

Don't get involved, Tim. You know what happens when the new kid gets involved.

The bully and another one snickered. The quieter boy seemed to give him and slump in his chair, and the two boys moved away from him. The one still holding whatever the item was stopped in front of Tim's desk.

"You're new." It wasn't a question. Tim looked up at him and tried to keep his face neutral, guilt eating away at him.

"Yeah," he replied, not really wanting to interact with what seemed like a rather vicious bully.

"The names Andy."

"Tim." He replied more curtly than he intended to.

Andy narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, but he stepped away, finding his seat on the other side of the room. Tim looked down and saw that he had left a small device sitting on his desk. It looked like a hearing aid. He picked it up and looked over at the other boy still hunched in his chair.

Tim looked around the room before looking back at the other boy. He tapped his shoulder and the boy jolted, looking at him with a bit of fear in his eyes.

"S-sorry... didn't mean to startle you. Um, is this yours?" He held out the device to him, and his eyes widened.

He took the device and sheepishly put it back in his ear. "Thank you..."

Tim went out on a ledge and signed. 'You're welcome'

The kid's eyes widened and signed back. 'You know sign language?'

Tim nodded, a smile on his lips. "My name is Tim. What's yours?"

"Robby." He replied with little more than a whisper.

Well, so much for not getting involved.

#sons of the forest #sotf #the forest #sotf kelvin #tim sotf #sotf fanfiction #sotf fanfic #au fanfiction #sorry not sorry

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herblackabyss · 8 months

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[Title] 7 Dates, 7 Conflicts [Rating & Genre] [M] 18+, strangers to lovers, slow burn, Collage AU [Pairing] Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Amaya Bradford) [Trigger Warnings] a few cuss words

[A/N] I'm baaacckkk~! I apologize for my absence, but I truly struggle with this whole social media and social interaction thing. I had to restructure this part because I've come to the realization that my brain doesn't quite know how to write multiple events into one part...

P.S the last bit is a mess but I'll update it soon...<3

ALSO HAPPY HUNTER DAAYYY!!

[Word Count] 2740

"This is an absolute colossal fucking disaster, Chenle," I hiss under my breath, pacing across my bedroom with my phone clutched tightly to my ear. On the other end, the low hum of my best friend's tired yawn slips through the line, the digital clock on my nightstand casting an ominous glow – 10:47 PM.

I roll my eyes, my frustration lacing into the very syllables of my words. "I mean, how on earth are we even supposed to tackle this if he's out there getting his dick sucked instead of meeting me to work on the assignment?" Veronica had given us a unique homework assignment during our last COMM101 class—a creative pair-building exercise intended to break the ice. It was supposed to be an opportunity for Jungkook and me to explore each other's perspectives and come up with something that was at least halfway decent. Yet, instead of paying even a sliver of attention, Jungkook seemed to be far more interested in sketching bizarre doodles across my meticulously taken lecture notes. Since that fateful Monday morning, I've embarked on a one-woman crusade to pin him down and get him to work on it. But every attempt I make is met with flimsy excuses and empty promises. He's always conveniently "busy" or "tied up with something else." And me? I'm not naive enough to swallow those slippery words whole, not when they spill from his slick, slithering tongue like a practiced dance. As the relentless ticking of the clock emphasizes the looming deadline for my not-so-friendly essay, the harsh reality sets in. I realize that I know next to nothing about this bumbling baboon, except for the fact that he can't seem to keep his... cock out of people's mouths. The idea of crafting an essay detailing his countless escapades with the campus coeds is tempting, but it also feels like a peculiar form of self-inflicted torture. I flop onto my bed, clutching my phone as if it's my only lifeline in this chaotic situation.

"Guess I'll just have to corner him tomorrow," I murmur to myself, feeling a potent mix of determination and resignation settle in my chest like a heavy anchor. I reach out for the worn notebook resting nearby and flip it open, its pages ready to receive my thoughts and ideas for the upcoming project, even if, for now, it's a solo endeavor. After all, if Jungkook insists on making things difficult, I'm more than willing to return the favor. "Key word: 'probably,' but I can't take that risk with Jungkook," I try to speak as calmly as possible, frustration mounting within me. There's no way I can just sit here and hope he comes to his senses. I need to take action. I shouldn't be in this position, having to babysit a grown man when it comes to his academics. I mean, seriously, I'm baffled by his attitude towards this assignment. How on earth is he the top student in the Computer Science department? Does the university randomly select his name from a hat filled with sheets of paper with only his name on them? Or is he secretly paying someone to do his assignments? "But I hope you're right," I concede with a sigh as I wrap up the call and head to bed.

"Jeon!" I shout, my voice slicing through the noisy street, instantly grabbing the attention of curious onlookers. He strides purposefully toward Avery's Bagel Shop, his arm wrapped around the waist of a wavy-haired blonde. Her stunning long legs propel her forward, her eyes locked on him, with hearts practically sparkling in them. As I watch their interaction unfold before me, it becomes painfully evident that this is a heartbreak in the making. Jungkook, of all people, isn't exactly renowned for his ability to commit, and that's common knowledge around campus. He cycles through new romantic interests every week, and he's openly professed his disinterest in love on countless occasions. Yet, here she is, hopelessly falling for him—poor thing.

I raise my voice, frustration bubbling within me as I call out to him once more. But he remains utterly indifferent, his gaze fixed solely on the entrance of the quaint, inviting eatery. With a graceful sweep, he swings the door open, his hand tenderly resting on her lower back as he ushers his companion inside. I can't help but let out an exasperated sigh, my impatience growing by the second. I shake my head in disbelief before navigating my way across the bustling street. What the fuck is his problem? Stepping through the gleaming silver double doors, I make my way to the established ordering queue. Contrary to any wild ideas he might be concocting in his thick skull, I'm not here because of him. I wanted to get some work done on a few of my assignments before making my way to Chenle's place. Avery's holds a special place in my heart— it's been my favorite spot to grab a bite and study for years. Avery, the owner, is a culinary virtuoso in her mid-thirties, a mastermind behind a medley of bagel creations that are nothing short of life-altering. Over time, she's expanded her menu to include other breakfast and lunch delights, all of which keep people coming back for more.I became a regular of Avery's in her food truck era. Back then, she operated her modest business right in the heart of the city, serving her delectable creations from a weathered, banged-up red truck.Since then, I haven't looked back, it feels like I've gained a good friend and a great place to study when I need to. "Are you planning to ignore me for the rest of your life?" I say, my voice filled with frustration as I approach Jungkook. He's engrossed in a conversation with the blonde, oblivious to my approach. It amuses me how much effort he invests in girls he never intends to pursue beyond a casual fling. I mean, what's the point of all this when there are no intentions of going any further?

I watch as he slowly turns his head to identify the source of the voice. When he realizes it's me, his expression shifts, but he doesn't reply. The blonde clinging to his arm shoots me a nasty glare, clearly annoyed that I've interrupted their conversation. It's even more amusing to me that there are girls who willingly put themselves in such situations with guys like Jungkook, thinking they can be the ones to change them. "The assignment is due in just four days, Jeon, and I haven't even started because of you," I huff, frustration gnawing at me as I rummage through my bag to find my purse. Earlier, he had told me he had important matters to attend to today, which was why he couldn't meet with me. When I proposed meeting later in the day, he promptly shot down the idea, insisting he didn't have the time. So you can imagine my surprise when I spotted him with his little date. Emerging from the depths of my bag with my purse in hand, I shift my gaze toward him, awaiting his response. But there's nothing. No glimmer of recognition in his eyes, no hint of acknowledgment. He just stands there, unmoving, as if I'm invisible.

Is he really going to stand there and ignore me like a petulant child

I exhale a deep sigh, my eyes narrowing as I focus on the back of his head, frustration bubbling up inside me like a simmering volcano. A million wicked scenarios play out in my mind, each one more devious than the last, all focused on how I could effectively sabotage his date.

A mischievous thought dances through my mind. What if I were to swing my bag, aiming it at that unsuspecting, utterly useless head of his? And just for good measure, I could give his blonde friend a forcefully playful shove, a move that would surely knock her on her ass.

Or perhaps... A sly smirk gradually creeps across my face as a more subtle, yet equally potent, idea blossoms in my mind. It's nothing too extravagant, but I have complete confidence that it will work like a charm.

As I stand here, contemplating my revenge plot, I can't help but notice that the queue opposite the one I'm currently in has emptied out. Without missing a beat, I smoothly slide into that vacancy, feeling a rush of anticipation building within me. My eyes immediately fixate on the illuminated board behind the cashier's head. I tilt my head to the side, carefully examining my options before allowing my gaze to shift to Jungkook, whose irritated expression is now in plain view.

As I observe, a smug grin slowly creeps across my face. I can't help but revel in the satisfaction that washes over me as I witness the subtle twitch in his furrowed brow and the rhythmic clenching of his jaw. The tension practically oozes from his pores, an electrifying aura that I can almost taste. After all, he doesn't deserve to have a good day, not after all those lies he's been feeding me these past few days. I'm in absolute awe of his extraordinary ability to seemingly disregard my very presence. My eyes meticulously track his every move, from the way he confidently places orders for both himself and his date, to the charming, heart-melting smile he offers her and with a delicate touch, he tucks a strand of her golden locks behind her ear. It's almost as if the world revolves around them, and everyone else in the room merely fades into the background. I watch, captivated, as he tenderly grasps her hand, guiding her with a gentle assurance toward a cozy booth nestled in a secluded corner of the establishment. They settle in, their bodies so close that their shoulders brush against each other, creating an aura of intimacy that's impossible to ignore. Their conversation flows effortlessly, brimming with laughter and whispered sweet nothings. I have to admit, this guy knows exactly what to do to make a girl feel special.

A simmer of irritation bubbles beneath my skin, while amusement dances at the edges of my thoughts. Jungkook, so blissfully unaware of just how persistent I can be and utterly clueless about my insatiable appetite for pettiness, continues to test my tolerance for his behavior daily. What he doesn't know is that I've always been known for my excellence in theatrics, and quite frankly, if Jungkook wants to put on a performance, I'll give him a whole damn show.

As soon as I place my order, I waste not a single second in moving toward my target. I stride with unwavering purpose toward their booth, my head held high, my hips swaying seductively as I saunter across the room. A mischievous glint flickers in my eyes as I gracefully slide into the seat right beside him, his murderous glare meeting my unflinching gaze.

I respond with a sickeningly sweet smile, my voice dripping with a teasing tone, my eyes twinkling with faux longing. "I haven't seen you since Monday, Jeon. I really missed you," I say, letting a pout form on my plump lips as I lean in closer to him. My gaze shifts to his date as I rest my head on his shoulder. "Who's this, Kook?" I mumble, deliberately ignoring the way his fists clench between us. I'm fully aware that my intrusion on his little date will undoubtedly annoy the ever-loving shit out of him.

He exchanges a quick, awkward glance with his date, who appears thoroughly confused and uncomfortable with my sudden presence. I release a sigh, my gaze carefully assessing her features. "My replacement, perhaps?" I ask, shifting my attention back to him. I catch that split-second flicker of surprise on his face – he clearly didn't expect me to say that. "Amaya," he warns, his demeanor growing stern as he clenches his jaw, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. But if I'm completely honest, I've never been one to heed warnings; Chenle always claimed that it would take a miracle worker to handle my attitude. "I'm Amaya, by the way. You?" My focus shifts to her.

"Kiarra," she whispers, her voice barely audible, and I notice her eyes closely following my fingers as they delicately trace the contours of Jungkook's exposed neck. Her lips curl into a condescending smile as she shifts to the seat opposite ours. Girls like Kiarra, the quintessential "it" girl, always seem to gravitate towards guys like my insufferable group member.

To be honest, I've got her type down pat. Her shallowness cuts through the layers of designer labels and caked-on makeup. She gives off vibes of someone who places an exorbitant amount of importance on her position within the social hierarchy, evident in the meticulous effort she pours into her appearance.

She's undoubtedly frequented the finest surgeons, splurged on the most lavish clothes, and surrounds herself with a clique of girls who are both beautiful and, well, rather uninteresting. "So, how did you end up meeting my favorite boy?" I ask, a gentle smile gracing my lips, my head still comfortably nestled on his shoulder, my gaze locked onto her as we engage in this unspoken standoff. She's challenging me for control of the situation. "We met at Jimin's party last week," she responds with a manufactured smile, her impeccably white teeth on full display. However, I can discern the underlying annoyance in her eyes, even through her facade.

"Jimin's party," I inquire, my brows furrowing in faux hurt, pretending to be genuinely surprised as I maintain that delicate touch along Jungkook's collarbone. My fingers trace a slow, teasing path, eliciting a subtle shiver from him. "I'm hurt, Kookie. You told me you were too busy," I pout, my tone dripping with feigned disappointment. I shift my gaze to Jungkook, my eyes wide and glistening, attempting to make it appear as if I'm truly saddened by his recent evasiveness.

Kiarra, caught off guard by my interaction with Jungkook, shifts uncomfortably in her seat. She clears her throat, her irritation growing the longer I linger. "Well, I guess he had some free time after all," she retorts, her voice laced with hostility. The cracks in little miss perfect's facade are becoming more apparent, and I can practically feel the tension radiating off Jungkook in waves. He's obviously annoyed by my intrusion, but by the look on his face, you could never tell well aside from his clenched jaw. "Amaya, what are you doing?" His deep voice carries a warning as he slowly turns his head to look down at me, his dark eyes fixed on mine.

I maintain my act, tilting my head ever so slightly to meet his gaze, a playful smile dancing on my lips. "I mean, I have to get your attention somehow, right?" I respond, my voice brimming with faux innocence. Leaning in a little closer, my lips hover dangerously close to his ear, and I whisper, "Besides, it's been weeks, and you've been so absorbed in... other endeavors." I punctuate my statement with a sly wink.

Kiarra's perfectly manicured nails clench onto the edge of her designer bag as she observes our little spectacle, clearly flustered.

Drawing even nearer to Jungkook, my lips graze his ear as I murmur, "You know, we do make quite the convincing pair, don't you think?" My words are laced with just enough mischief to set him on edge, and I can see the gears turning in his head as he contemplates how to navigate this unexpected scenario. "Excuse me," she mutters, abruptly pushing her chair back and rising to her feet. Her frustration is palpable in her tone.

"Leaving so soon?" I inquire, my voice dripping with feigned concern.

Jungkook attempts to intervene, but Kiarra is already making her way toward the exit. "Kiarra, wait," he pleads, reaching out for her, but she brushes past him without a second glance.

With a theatrical sigh, I rest my head on Jungkook's shoulder once more. "Well, that didn't go as planned, did it?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a hint of amusement twinkling in his gaze. "You're un-fucking-believable."

I flash him a mischievous grin, my façade dropping as Kiarra departs. "Just rescuing you from a bad date, Kookie," I remark with a wink. "And reminding you that you can't keep avoiding our assignment forever." With a satisfied hum, I smoothly slide out of the booth and stride toward the exit, shooting him a playful wink before making my way to Chenle's place.

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Jeankasa and 23 please??

Rainy Day Dialogue Prompts 🌧

23. "I don't want to go out. It's raining." enjoy more of my Grad School AU

Despite growing up in a city known for its rain, not every downpour feels the same.

It's different in Montreal, where the air feel colder and the clouds feel greyer. Under most circumstances, the droplets on her coat or the mist in her face would feel familiar, but looking upwards to not see the sight of coniferous trees, or glancing north to not catch sight of a rocky mountain range, makes the experience seem uncanny.

As Mikasa exits the metro station she neglects to pull up her hood, a habit from her youth. She ignores the dampness in her hair as she traverses the rainy sidewalk, weaving between various people and their umbrellas. She arrives at her apartment building and is quick to slip inside.

After a short staircase climb she arrives at her unit. As to be expected, she opens the door to greet both her significant other and the abundance of plants they have adorned their space with. To the surprise of no one, Mikasa affectionately refers to the apartment as "the Jungle."

Jean is sitting at the island near the kitchen, nursing both a cup of tea as he tends to an open sketchbook. It's one of his larger ones, a mixed media beast that he's filled with both ink, charcoal, and the occasional layer of acrylic paint. The pages are warped as a result. Today he's being a super productive grad student as he doodles with a fountain pen.

Mikasa closes the door and sheds her raincoat, then her boots, then organizes them all in the nearby closet.

"Hey, how was the conference?" Jean asks, not looking up from his sketchbook.

Mikasa lets out a sigh as she undoes her ponytail. A part of her is really regretting the choice to grow it long.

"Boring," she tells him as she heads to the bedroom. "What's for dinner?"

She barely closes the door before shedding her clothes. Her current outfit is slightly more formal than usual, as spending a day mingling with McGill alum requires different threads than spending a day in a lab. Nonetheless, once it's tossed into the bottom of her hamper Mikasa grabs something more comfortable.

"Was thinking of ordering in," Jean's says through the walls. "When was the last time we went to uh... that one shrimp taco place?"

Mikasa is pulling on her "staying-in" sweater by the time she leaves the bedroom. Her first reaction is to raise an eyebrow at the artsy guy at the counter.

"The one around the block?" she asks. She goes to the teapot near the stove, tentatively feels it to gauge the temperature, then begins pouring a mug for herself. "Why don't we just head over then?"

Jean lets out a sigh as he looks up from his sketchbook. "Yeah, but I don't wanna go out. It's raining."

Mikasa hums, smiling very lightly as she picks up her tea. By the scent of it she guesses that it's chamomile, but all she really cares about is the heat now seeping into her frigid fingers.

"You know, I'm from Vancouver," she tells him, a small smirk creeping to her lips. "We don't have rain, we are rain."

#jeankasa #jeanmika #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #mikasa ackerman #snk #modern au #grad school au #ask box memes #things i write to explain my hc #that Mikasa just fills her living space with plants

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linskywords · 1 year

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And the ficciest Taylor Swift song of all time is...

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(Had to use the original version because the music video is just too good, sorry Taylor)

Song: You Belong With Me Album: Fearless Year: 2008/2021 Lyrics: https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-you-belong-with-me-taylors-version-lyrics Ficciness Rank: #1

This song is, in my objective opinion, perfect. It’s the gold standard of songs sung by women that are arguably even better if you imagine them sung by a gay guy. All the stuff about not performing femininity well enough–short skirts vs. t-shirts, high heels vs. sneakers–are just begging to be about a guy who thinks he’ll never get his best friend’s love because, well, he isn’t a girl.

And he should be with this guy! They get along so well together! Way better than the girls this guy is always dating–they never treat him like they even like him, and honestly, he doesn’t seem to like them all that much, either. Main character is the one who really knows him, who likes the same music as him and laughs at the same jokes. Main character is the one this guy turns to when he’s having a hard time, who hears about his dreams, who shares the important things in life with him. They’re so connected. It’s almost everything main character wants–just close enough to be absolutely torturous.

It’s the culmination of the themes we’ve been chasing through these top 25 songs: the unbearable closeness to someone who feels like they should be more than a friend; the longing, the adoration, the feeling that this person was made for you; the sense of inadequacy compared to the people that this person is and should be dating; the angst at the impossibility of them ever wanting you back. This song is friends to lovers in a nutshell.

Pairing I’d assign to this song: We’re returning to the hockey RPF champions: Jonny and Patrick. My first hockey RPF pairing, and still my favorite dynamic to write. And we’re gonna honor the music video and go with a high school AU here.

Jonny and Patrick have been friends since elementary school. It’s only in the past year or so that Patrick’s realized their friendship really isn’t enough for him. They have this whole bit where they write notes to each other and pass them in class, folded into fun shapes and sometimes tucked into pockets when the other person isn’t paying attention so they’ll find them later. Patrick can’t count the number of times he’s found a note from Jonny well after the school day ends and has sat there grinning helplessly at it, warmth blooming all through his chest. He finds himself doodling extra notes in the margins of his notebook paper, writing “I love you” in spots that he could tear out and fold up and tuck into Jonny’s pockets somewhere. But he never does.

Because Jonny’s dating someone. Jonny’s always dating someone. They’re both on the hockey team, and Jonny’s tall and good-looking and scrupulously polite to girls and it means there’s always someone going out with him. Some of the girls he dates are nice, and some even seem genuinely into him–but none of them really connect with him, not like Patrick does. Jonny doesn’t even seem like himself with them. He’s all stiff and formal and closed-off, and for some reason girls like that because they think it means he’s mysterious and deep, but it’s not who he really is. They never get to see the silly version of Jonny, or the one who gets stressed and anxious from the pressures of school, or the one who stays up late with Patrick whispering into the dark about their secret dreams of playing professional hockey someday.

I love you, Patrick writes on a little slip of paper, but he puts it in his own pocket instead.

Junior prom is coming up, and Jonny’s going with the girl he’s been dating lately. Patrick could definitely go alone or with friends. Hell, he could find a girl of his own to go with. But he doesn’t want to–it’s too painful to see Jonny with his current girlfriend. She doesn’t even treat him well, and anyway, Patrick wants to be the one pressed against Jonny on the dance floor and taking couple’s photos for their parents. He can’t get over this feeling of rightness deep in his chest at the idea of it, and it feels like he’s ripping something out of himself when he remembers that it will never happen.

So Patrick’s not going to the dance. Jonny’s really bummed about it–he even rents them both tuxes in an effort to get Patrick to change his mind, but Patrick doesn’t budge. He’s not going to torture himself like that.

But the night of prom, Patrick’s alone in his room, and he looks at the tux Jonny got for him and he thinks…why not? He’s bored and sad sitting here alone, and he doesn’t want his thing for Jonny to ruin everything for him. So he puts the tux on (it fits perfectly, Jonny knows his size by heart), and before he goes out the door he hesitates over the note on his desk, one of the “I love you” notes he never gave to Jonny. He grabs it and puts it in his pocket. He knows he’s not going to do anything with it, but a guy can dream, right?

He goes to the dance, and Jonny finds him right away, even in the crush of tipsy high school students. He looks so excited that Patrick made it, and his girlfriend isn’t anywhere in sight. “Where’s Julia?” Patrick shouts over the noise, and Jonny just says, “Look in your pocket!” “What?” Patrick says, panicked, and gropes for his right pocket, where he put the note. How does Jonny…did he find out, or…

“No, the other one,” Jonny says, and he’s kind of bouncing on his toes, his cheeks flushed. Patrick sticks his hand in his left pocket, and there’s a note there, too: a note in the flower fold that Jonny taught him years ago. He opens it and stares at it in confusion. “But–I didn’t write this,” he says.

“No, I wrote it,” Jonny says, this look of hope in his eyes, and all of a sudden Patrick feels like laughing. He digs into his other pocket. “This is the one I wrote,” he says, and hands Jonny his note. Jonny’s face lights up like the sun rising. For a moment they’re both standing there with their I love you notes, beaming at each other, and then–well, this is prom, isn’t it? What’s prom without a little making out on the dance floor?

Lyrics to title this story: Here the Whole Time

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#hat tip to altri_uccelli who has an excellent 1988 fic with a title from this song #that seems to be a theme here honestly #advent 2022 #ficciest taylor #hockey rpf #taylor swift #1988 #patrick kane #jonathan toews #Youtube

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