#you dont see a Drew every day

[i-drew-artz]

Isnt it funny how other countries have badass awesome names like "Kenji", "Wolfgang", "Mikhail", and "Joaquin".

Then the english have names like fuckin bob, charlie, moe, and harry.

[plulp]

heres yalls science teacher. have fun go crazy

[nyatbinary-81]

@vulpixisananimal sifstem art jumpscare!! more specifically i got bored and decided to mess around with sif and mal's outfits.

[triglycercule]

murder time trio should get to all experiment with dead bodies. why? because they can and it would be cool (okay but seriously i'll provide an explanation). all these freaks are scientists. i think it would be cool and funky if they all got to experiment! except morbidly and bloodily because none of them are right in the head now

killer like has his whole thing with wanting SOULs for some unspecified reason??? i'm just gonna steal the common interpretation that it's so he can find a way to fix his own soul through coding. but like,,,, what does he do with the desd bodies??? all the fellas he stole those souls from??? well this is where dust and horror come in

it's One Panel and i'm ABSOLUTELY reaching here but there's a (single) panel in horrortale where horror's pulling apart some sort of human limb like an arm with a device. why? what for? i dont fucking know at all man like papyrus said why is he always doing something weird in his room. anyways i'm just gonna guess its probably for rationing in horrortale (but it could also be that horror just felt like ripping apart an arm. for scientific purposes. or because he did this after ripping off aliza's arm so maybe he's doing some sort of recollection reflection or something i dunno im not a professional on this man). killer could totally send all the already dead HUMAN bodies horror's way for horrortale's food situation. maybe horror likes to dissect the humans yk maybe he's not just the type of bash (a head open) and dash. monsters dust so you cant see their guts but humans dont so horror gets prime time first hand experience on the human body! and then after he's done poking around in the brain he can give the meat and organs to papyrus for him to do his specific spaghetti confectionery

but but but what about the monsters that killer takes the souls from! surely he doesn't just take from only humans (dude idk if he actually does take from only human or monster. probably not right? he needs to study BOTH types of code so he can be most informed) so he must also take monster souls. and fortunately for dust (i do NOT think he'd quite like handling gore) monsters don't leave behind bodies or blood or allat they leave behind dust. hah. dust experiment with dust. i think its already a headcanon out there that dust likes to study dust. i cant exactly recall WHY exactly but maybe it's for sentimental reasons or just something to do to pass time between resets. so killer can just pass on whatever dust he gets to him and he can put it under his little microscope and be a little nerd what a GEEK. give this guy glasses and remove all his teeth but one i guarantee you he'll look like 🤓

and once again i hear you cry out but but triglycercule! why would killer even give the dead bodies and stuff to horror and dust in the first place??? erm number one because i said so silly. jk. and number two (if we're going in a nightmare's gang context here) it could be as a way for killer to gain horror and dust's trust. a way for them not to tattle on him for stealing souls for some unknown reason. maybe there's somehow important coding information left behind in the bodies/dust (because that's literally what utmv is made of) and killer wants dust and horror to do that work for him for some reason. maybe just a way for him to get rid of evidence maybe if theyre buddy pals and close enough just as a gift. i dunno man there's a bunch of reasons as to why he could possibly do this. i just really liked the thought of the trio all wearing fancy lab coats and goggles and i was like damn how can i make this a real possibility

[amphibianaday]

day 1208

[thedrotter]

filler doodles about how i comedically whitewashed myself as a child (despite also being the darkest i had and still have ever been in my entire life) because i cannot wrap my head around it

[yelloworangesoda]

gotta get off the internet and only interact irl with people who were 30 before they got their shit together i cant keep doing it like this

[angel-sweets666]

Hallway crush

katsuki bakugo x general studies! Reader

Bakugo never had a crush before, now he’s got his eye on a girl from general studies.

Mentions of Hitoshi Shinso

a/n tbh w you I think the bakugo photo is a bkdk photo (IM SORRY I JUST DONT SHIP BAKUDEKU I DONT SEE THEM TOGETHER)

It all began on your first day at UA. Bakugo noticed you in the halls, walking with a certain purple-haired boy named Hitoshi shinso . He couldn't take his eyes off you; you were just his type, even though he never realized he had a type until that moment. He had never really paid much attention to girls before. Sure, he had a few girlfriends in middle school, but he never felt anything special for them.

As you strolled down the hallway, your smile lit up the entire space. Bakugo watched, captivated, as you giggled with your violet-haired classmate, practically skipping along down the hall. You seemed to be in such a good mood for someone who hadn’t made it into the hero course. Your positivity was infectious, making him actually want to be around you

Every time he saw you, his heart would beat a little faster, and he found himself wanting to know more about you. What made you laugh so easily? What was your favourite food? Did you have siblings? Would you like a hot head like him? Could you even handle bakugo? You were a mystery he wanted to solve. Bakugo didn't understand why he felt this way, but he couldn't deny the growing interest.

You were always surrounded by friends, your vibrant energy making you the center of attention. Despite the fact that you weren't in the hero course, you carried yourself with a confidence and joy that Bakugo couldn't help but admire. It was as if you had your own hero-like aura, one that drew people in and made them feel at ease.

Bakugo began to realize that his feelings for you were more than just a passing curiosity. You had awakened something in him, a desire to get closer to you and understand the person behind the radiant smile. And so, he watched from afar, waiting for the right moment to make his move and hoping that one day, he could be the reason for your laughter and joy.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow as he watched Bakugo turn his head in your direction, his usually rough and angry face softening into an unexpectedly tender gaze. Bakugo was actually admiring someone? The redhead grinned, his sharp teeth flashing. "Has someone got a crush?" he teased, nudging Bakugo playfully on the shoulder.

"Shut it, shitty hair, I do not have a crush," Bakugo growled back, his entire face turning a shade of pink from embarrassment. Kirishima chuckled at his friend's flustered reaction, but Bakugo's glare was deadly serious.

Kirishima placed a reassuring hand on Bakugo's shoulder. "Hey man, it's okay! She's cute."

"Back off," Bakugo interrupted, his voice low and dangerous, as if claiming dibs on you.

Kirishima raised his hands in mock surrender, stepping back. "Backing off. I'm backing off," he said, showing respect to the blonde. He couldn't help but grin at Bakugo's protectiveness. It was rare to see this side of him, and Kirishima couldn't resist giving him a hard time about it.

As Bakugo tried to shake off the embarrassment, his eyes found you again. Despite his rough exterior and harsh words, there was no denying the softness in his gaze. Kirishima had never seen Bakugo like this before. It kind of scared him, but it also made him realize that Bakugo wasn’t some heartless, angry boy. He was just a teenage boy with a crush on a girl. A hallway crush

on the day Bakugo finally grew the courage to talk to you, which was the first day he ever had to muster the courage to do literally anything, was a couple of days after the sports festival. You had performed well enough in the festival that he actually had something to talk about.

As you were eating your lunch in the cafeteria of UA High School, you felt a strong hand tap your shoulder. “Hey… you… you fought Denki Kaminari,” Bakugo said, his cheeks pinker than usual.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to send his quirk into overdrive!” you gasped, looking genuinely concerned.

“No! No, it’s fine… it was funny… he’s dumb,” Bakugo tried to calm you down, stumbling over his words in a way that was very uncharacteristic for him.

You laughed softly, the sound easing some of Bakugo’s tension. “Well, I’m glad it was entertaining,” you said, smiling up at him.

Bakugo’s heart skipped a beat at your smile. He had never been this nervous about talking to anyone before, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. “You did good out there,” he mumbled, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the admiration in his voice.

“Thanks, Bakugo. That means a lot coming from you,” you replied, your eyes twinkling with genuine appreciation.

Kirishima, watching from a distance, couldn’t help but smile. Seeing Bakugo like this made him realize that even the toughest people have soft spots. And for Bakugo, that soft spot was you.

And that’s how your friendship blossomed. Bakugo would practically run out of his classroom every day, with Kirishima trailing behind him, usually shouting, "Wait up, man! You'll see her soon!" But Bakugo wouldn't listen. He just wanted to see your sweet face.

You developed your own crush on Bakugo. For someone so accomplished, who believed he was better than everyone else, he was surprisingly a good friend. He always grabbed your bags for you, helped you with your homework—hell, he even did your homework for you sometimes! He made sure you had all your stationery before class. It made you want to kiss him all over his pretty face.

In your eyes, Bakugo was a sweet boy, while in his classmates' eyes, he was rude and loud. You rarely saw him in that state. Sure, he called you "dumbass" from time to time and scolded you for doing something silly, but he never outright yelled at you. He could never bring himself to yell at someone so pretty.

Bakugo’s friends noticed the change in him whenever you were around. His usual fiery temper seemed to mellow, replaced with a gentleness that was almost unrecognizable. They teased him about it, but Bakugo didn't care. Seeing you smile made everything worth it.

Your friendship grew stronger with each passing day. You found yourself looking forward to the moments you shared, whether it was walking to class together, studying side by side, or simply talking about your dreams and aspirations. Bakugo’s rough edges seemed to smooth out when he was with you, and you cherished the soft side of him that he showed only to you.

The day he asked you out was adorable and you’d never have it any other way

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of another intense day at UA High School, Bakugo had a plan in mind. He had been working up the courage to ask you out for weeks, and today, he decided, was the day.

"Hey, dumbass," he called out as he approached you in the hallway. His tone was gruff as usual, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes. "Got a minute?"

You looked up from your locker, surprised to see Bakugo waiting for you. "Sure, what's up?"

"I was thinking… maybe we could hang out for a bit. Just the two of us." He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to play it cool.

You smiled, delighted by the idea. "I'd like that."

As you walked out of the school together, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the campus. Bakugo led you to a quiet spot behind the school where you often studied together. It was a small garden area, secluded and peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the main campus.

You sat down on a bench, and Bakugo joined you, his usual confident demeanor somewhat replaced by a rare nervousness. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"Look, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," he began, avoiding your gaze for a moment before finally looking directly into your eyes. "You're important to me. More than anyone else. I… I like you. A lot."

Your heart skipped a beat. You had always sensed there was something more between you two, but hearing Bakugo say it out loud made your chest swell with emotion.

"I like you too, Bakugo," you admitted, your voice soft but sincere.

His face lit up with a mixture of relief and happiness. "Good. 'Cause I wanna be more than friends. I wanna be your boyfriend. So, what do you say?"

You reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'd love that."

Bakugo's trademark smirk returned, but it was softer, filled with genuine affection. "Great. Now, let's get out of here. There's a café I know nearby. I'll treat you to something nice."

As you walked away from UA, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel that this was the start of something wonderful. Bakugo, despite his rough exterior, had shown you a side of him that was caring and gentle.

[minarinnn]

“notice me” pt2

luke castellan x aphrodite!reader | pt1

content/trigger warnings: fem!reader, SMUTT, p in v, virgin!luke, unprotected sex, rough sex, bold!reader

it’s been a week since that day and you haven’t spoken to luke at all. if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were ignoring him

you were. but this was all part of your twisted game. he made you wait for months, now it’s his time to wait. you wanted him to feel how you felt, maybe then you’ll give into your desires

you’d pretend not to see him, or be busy with studying or teaching your younger half-siblings. luke grew more and more impatient by the minute. he knew that you had always been a master at playing with peoples feelings, being aphrodite’s daughter and all, but this was going too far. he didn't understand why you were ignoring him when it was you who wanted his attention in the first place

every time he saw that you were free, you would leave. you wouldn’t even shoot him your flirty smile like you always did, all you did was spare him a simple glance

he felt like he was going insane, he’s never had to fight for your attention. it just came naturally. how you’d bat your eyelashes at him while complimenting his fighting style, or how you’d place your hand on his bicep as you spoke to him

he never thought he’d be the one doing the chasing. so, finally, after what felt like an eternity of being ignored, luke had had enough. he walked up to your dining table, interrupting your conversation with your half-sister, drew. “hey, can we talk?” he spoke, voice low and almost sounding desperate

“sure” you agree, watching as he bites the inside of his cheek. “in private” he mutters out, eyes boring into your own. you nod, following him to the storage shed just outside his cabin.

you enter the small, dark shed, feeling luke’s intense gaze on you. it feels almost like it's burning holes into your skin, like he's trying to see right through you. he leaned on the wall, crossing his arms under his chest, his muscles subconsciously flexing showing just how toned his muscles actually are

luke took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and serious. "so, why’ve you been ignoring me all week?" his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of an explanation. you remained composed, not wanting to give away the game you were playing. "my world doesn’t revolve around you, castellan” you said with a playful smile

luke clicked his tongue, clearly frustrated. "dont play games with me, you know exactly what I'm talking about” he took a step closer to you, eyes locked on yours “answer my question”

you felt your heart pound in your chest as luke steadily closed the distance between you. his presence was inescapable, and the tension between you was palpable. you felt yourself getting needier by the second. the way your pussy throbbed at just his words had you weak

you looked at him through hooded eyes, a playful smile still tugging at your lips. “you wanna know that bad, huh?” you said, putting your hands to his toned chest. “you drive me insane” he whispered, lust practically pouring out of his body

“i know” you chuckled softly. luke just looks at you, his expression unreadable. leaning in, he finally kisses you. the kiss is sudden and fierce, his lips pressing against yours with a hunger that you haven't seen in him before. you wrap your arms around luke’s neck, pulling him closer to you. the kiss becomes more desperate as he pushes you against the wall, it was more urgent, as if neither of you could get enough of the other

his hands are quick to find their way under your shirt, groping your breast over your bra. he was desperate to get the fabric off of you, desperate to feel you

he takes his own shirt off, you following suit. you giggle as his fingers fumble on the clip of your bra, fingers stumbling against each other as he blindly tries to take it off. you help him, of course.

his mouth quickly latches on to one of your perky nipples, groaning with a sense of satisfaction while his fingers pinch the other, making you squirm under his touch

your fingers pull and scratch on his scalp, a feeling he’s seeming to enjoy to the fullest, given the way he’s moaning against your skin. your free hand undoes his belt, efficiently pulling his pants down under his hips. a voice in the back of his head wanted to ask you if you’ve done this before, but he was too fucking horny to wanna do anything else in that moment

he’s panting, face flushed as he pull don’t your shorts along with your panties, biting his lip to prevent the whine he was gonna let out once he saw the mess you’ve made on your panties. he hasn’t even done much, talk about an ego boost

he’s snapped out from his thought when he feels your cold manicured fingers wrap around his length giving it a few strokes. the tip of his dick flushed a bright reddish pink, feeling the veins throb in your hand at the newly found sensation

“first time?” you tease, knowing full well that it was. “i’ll be gentle, promise” he replied smugly, raising on of your legs to his hip, tip aligning with your entrance. the moment he pushes the tip in, you both gasp. he’s much bigger than you expected, and you’re much tighter than he expected

“fuck” he panted out “s’tight”. your nails dug crescent moons on his shoulders as he sunk the rest of his length into your throbbing cunt. he’s quick to pull out and slam back into you, making you shamelessly moan out his name and your eyes rolling back

he might not have done this before, but he knows how sex works. he promised he’d be gentle, but luke castellan isn’t know for keeping promises, is he? and after you made him wait a whole week, you more than deserve a little punishment

so he’s thrusting up into you, giving you little to no time to adjust to his cock. and you’re so loud about it too. so he puts his middle and index finger into your mouth. “suck” is the only thing he says before your cheeks hollow out and your tongue wraps around his fingers. he can feel the vibrations of your moans through his arms and it’s coursing straight to his dick, making it throb inside of you

“good girl” he mutters into your neck, making you tighten impossibly tighter around his dick. a few more thrust and your cumming on his cock. he doesn’t let you come down from your high, his thrust maintain the same quick and rough pace they had before, making you whine against his fingers at the overstimulation

tears pooling in your eyes as he’s kissing your forehead. “you’re doing s’good f’me baby” he’d grunt out “im gonna fuckin’ ruin you”

© MINARINNN 2024 - please do not plagiarize or upload my content on any social media platform.

[sharkorok]

ooo u want me so bad

or…grumpy!enha being in luv w u

requested: nope

cw/genre: cursing, grumpy enhypen, fluff, humor, crack-ish, fem!reader, non-idol au, I wrote this during a zoom class, not proofread fuck it we ball, one joke about reader getting jumped?? anyways lmk if anything else should be tagged hehe

a/n: this was inspired by @macahoons grumpy enhypen texts that I just adored!!! Such a cute trope <3

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heeseung

-he’s the basketball team captain, always idly boasting about his talents and loves being first place

-the only exception is you.

-he will never admit it but he absolutely lets you win every time you find him at the basketball court and u challenge him to some dumb scoring game where u see how many baskets u each can get

-“OMG HI HEESEUNG!! :3” when u find him at the basketball court and he sighs but he’s trying not to scream at how cute u r lowkey

-ur all giggly when u keep beating him “hee r u even trying?” “I’m just having a bad day don’t even” like he isn’t completely distracted by the way you look when ur grinning at him

-“I think I can take ur place as basketball team captain!” “In ur dreams??” but he’d gladly give it up if you would keep smiling like that

-insists on walking you home from the court because “I’m not gonna be held responsible for you getting jumped”

-and the next time you catch him on the basketball court it happens all over again! <3

jay

-you can’t even finish saying “I’m cold” before his jacket is over your shoulders and he’s scolding you for not being prepared

-sitting down and your skirt is riding up? his uniform blazer is over your lap and he’s shaking his head

-“what would you do without me??” “do you want your jacket back then , jay?” “…no”

-while it’s also because he cares about ur wellbeing, he also just really likes the sight of you wearing his clothes and you smelling like his cologne

-you literally walk into the room and he’s immediately “y/n you need to buy a thicker jacket you’re gonna get sick” not even a good morning or anything…

-“don’t tell people ur wearing my jacket I don’t want them to get the wrong idea 🙄” but lowkey he wouldn’t mind at all

-gets so (internally) giggly when u sink into his jacket because it’s chilly

-finds excuses u give u his clothes at this point …the tiniest piece of lint on ur shirt and he’s handing you his blazer

-“u can keep it ig”

jake

-gets you tiny gifts and acts like he just randomly found them

-he totally went out of his way to find you two matching keychains but he doesn’t wanna admit that

-“y/n I just randomly found your favorite seasonal pastry. no big deal. don’t thank me.”

-BUT HE ALSO KEEPS EVERY GIFT U GET HIM OMGEEE, he has a whole area on his desk dedicated to notes, trinkets, stickers, if you drew on his paper he’ll tear the section off so he can keep it LOL

-will never admit that. to anyone. but gets pressed if you give gifts to anyone else because that’s his y/nnie!! giving HIS gifts to some rando!! D: the cruelty!!

-gets sooo dramatic if he doesn’t get at least a little doodle he’s texting you like you killed a man

-one time his friend asked if he could borrow a pencil and he was like yea man sure and then realizing it was a pencil YOU!! gave him he snatched it back so fast trust

-he’s so cutie patootie but internally…4 now…

-wishes he could get over himself and kiss you all over when you shyly present a little plush toy you won at a claw game he’s RAHHHHH !!!

-for now he’ll stick to “thanks 😒”

sunghoon

-he’s really protective over you me thinks

-but he’ll be really quiet about it, maybe a girl makes you upset and he sees and he’ll “accidentally” knock over her bottled water on her notes, a guy is talking shit about you and sunghoon is squaring up in the courtyard no questions asked

-“sunghoon u dont have to protect me” “it’s not about you” even though it’s totally about you and he will die defending your honor

-one time on your walk out of school a tree branch poked you and u were all like “oh owie : o” and he was following behind before GLARING the shit out of that tree branch…

-another time this guy made a degrading comment about you and sunghoon managed to find receipts on him cheating on his gf and posted it on the school newsletter…cuz he’s silly like that <3

-honestly it’s a little scary the lengths he’ll go for you and still refusing to admit he’s doing it for you

-he’s not really good at comforting you when you cry, so he’ll make sure to protect you from anything that could make you cry

sunoo

-he’ll always listen to you

-if someone said “sunoo can u go grab me a drink from the vending machine” he looks at them like they’re insane but if YOU’RE asking??? he’s sprinting down the hallways

-“it’s literally just because ur lips get all chapped when your dehydrated don’t get an ego,” while he’s handing you like…water purified in Antarctica sourced from glaciers with a little paper umbrella

-even smaller things, he prioritizes your advice

-“guys should I have hot pot or panera for lunch?” and a rando will go, “panera!” and hes dead silent but you go “oh you should totally get hot pot!!” and he’s basically booking a reservation

-probably “accidentally” books a reservation for two and forces you to come since “it’s a waste of table space” if no one else does lol

-also if you don’t like someone he doesn’t like them either

-“sunoo are u friends with Ria?” “shes okay” “she said my makeup looked bad today :(“ and sunoo will act like he dgaf

-but next time you bring her up he scoffs and is all, “why even bother crying about her? she’s not worth your time and she’s annoying anyways” even though he’s never talked to this girl

-tldr ur word > anyone else

jungwon

-always speaks highly of you

-never to your face but he’ll always defend you when necessary, or speak up for you, or just praise you LOL

-“y/n actually scored higher than you, so idk why you’re bragging so loud” to some rando kid talking about test scores lmao

-or “y/n doesn’t like that snack get her another” when your friends are debating how to surprise you

-ur name is always in his mouth but positively LMAO

-brushes it off if you take note of this and says “people are just exaggerating, I barely talk about you, don’t get it twisted >:T” but everyone knows he’ll take any chance he can get to praise you

-“y/n is better tho” and everyone’s like?? who asked??

-it’s endearing but he doesn’t even notice it, he just is proud of you in every shape and form and since he can’t really express it around you he has to project it anywhere else he can hehe

-“jungwon do you think my hair looks okay?” says hee, looking for an actual answer. “y/n’s hair is nicer” responds jungwon, not missing a beat.

-“did you guys know y/n got a 100? isn’t she smart? don’t tell her I said that.”

niki

-does things for you without you asking and then acts like it’s a habit

-it is definitely not a habit for him to run out of his seat to pull out your chair for you, but he insists he literally does it for everyone (he doesnt)

-opens your capped drinks before handing them to you, stops you suddenly to tie your shoelaces, sends you photos of notes if you missed a day..

-“y/n you’d literally be hopeless without me” but he’d be hopeless if anyone else helped you because it’s his job!!

-it makes him feel special when he gets to do so many acts of service for you, for some reason he doesn’t mind running errands or whatnot, he’d much rather he be the one who does it than anyone else

-“y/n u forgot a hair tie today?? ur lucky I brought one” knowing damn well he brought it specifically for you ☹️☹️ cutie

-if the train is full you don’t even have to ask and he’ll let you take his seat “y/n you have weak legs, you need to sit”

-he secretly loves being someone you can rely on, no matter how much he denies it <3

[ironmanstan]

desperate to be a man in art forced to be a woman in stem

[damiansgoodgirll]

excited for dont break my heart part 6 <3

here we go!

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / damian priest x reader (platonic) / rhea ripley x reader (platonic) / drew mcintyre x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️angst, mention of family issues, fear of abandonment, fear of loneliness, panic attack, nightmares, mention of past domestic violence, finn’s being violent, mention of daddy issues, sexual tension but nothing explicit (yet) some fluff too‼️

don’t break my heart - part 6

rhea was waiting for bash in berlin to come. she tried to get her revenge on liv for the past week but someone was always there to stop her. but she knew, in berlin, she had the opportunity to prove everyone who the real champion was. she couldn’t wait to get her revenge on her, she had so much unleashed anger that she knew she was going to destroy liv, in every way possible.

the past week has been a blur to you.

everyone getting ready for the big event in germany, you too, so, you didn’t have much time to enjoy life.

you didn’t have a match but you knew that the judgment day would have tried to screw damian and rhea and you couldn’t let it happen, not again.

so you trained. you trained with damian, you trained with rhea, you trained with drew.

damian and rhea hardly accepted this new relationship between you and him. for her, he was too old. she would have never told you this but in her mind, you were just projecting your past self into this relationship, the need of having someone older to look after you, the feeling of being loved and chosen by someone older than you. damian didn’t mind the age difference as long as you were happy, but he knew that at the moment, you struggled being happy and he didn’t want drew to cause you more harm.

“you got his hermosa” damian happily cheered you on as you were training with rhea. she was tough and much stronger than you. training with her was always a challenge but you loved it.

you smiled at him and let rhea practice some other moves on you before you both took a breath and some minutes of break.

“everything okay?” rhea asked when she saw you looking at the ceiling, a little dozed off.

“i spoke with finn” you confessed. damian and rhea met you with worried eyes “he wanted to apologise but i shove him away…he kept saying how sorry he was for what happened…”

rhea took a deep breath before speaking again “what did you say y/n?”

“that i don’t wanna see him or talk to him ever again…i trusted him with my whole life and he betrayed me like that…he’s dead for me” rhea proudly smiled when she heard those words coming out of your mouth. she knew how important was finn to you and she was a little scared that you may want to forgive him so when you told her that you were done, she felt relieved.

“i’m proud of you hermosa…” damian kissed your head, making you smile against his chest.

“you ready for bash?” you asked the duo, seeing them working their asses off this whole week.

“ready to destroy them” rhea said making you chuckle.

“i feel like i need a hot shower and then i’ll start packing for berlin…do you guys need any help with packing?” you offered while walking out the gym.

damian smiled at your kindness “no princesa, i think i’m almost done packing, thank you though, i appreciate it”

you smiled back, riding with them and waving them off once they dropped you back home.

the rest of the night moved slowly, you took your time doing your skincare, washing your hair, cooking dinner and packing for berlin. you felt at ease, somehow. maybe it was because of damian and rhea being there for you like a real family, maybe it was because of your relationship with drew.

and thinking of him, your telephone popped up with a notification from drew.

sleep well kid, call me if anything happens, even if you just need to talk about the silliest things, i’m here for you, always, goodnight love, see you in berlin <3

you smiled, replying a thank you and a goodnight. for the first time you felt loved and appreciated and you wanted it to stay like that forever.

but you knew some things couldn’t stay true forever.

bash in berlin was a success. rhea and damian dominated against liv and dom. rhea took her revenge on liv, hitting her and making her pay for what she did to you.

“you’re gonna regret even speaking to y/n” she whispered in her hear, making sure the cameras didn’t catch that before licking her face.

of course the judgment day had to interfere but you were ready. the crowd cheered when they saw you kicking finn away from damian. you tried to bring some peace because five against two wasn’t a fair match. so you helped them as you could, trying to keep jd and finn out of the ring so damian and rhea could finish the match. you couldn’t express how happy you were once they won the match.

laughing at finn’s face was your little revenge. his expression was a mix of heartbreak and anger. he hated damian and rhea for turning you against him even more.

drew watched the match backstage, softly smiling when he saw you happy, not caring that he just lost against punk. he knew he was gonna get his revenge at some point, so, celebrating with you was his priority now.

he waited for you to finish all the interviews, he waited for you to get ready before he could come to your changing room.

you heard a soft knock outside, knowing that only drew knocked so carefully when it came to you “come in” you smiled.

his eyes a little sad but his smile still on his face when he saw you all this happy and energetic. you hugged him, letting him know that you were there for him, always.

“how are you drew? anything that hurts?” his heart missed a few beats when he heard you getting worried for him.

“i’m good…raw is happening soon and bad blood is next month, i’m gonna get my revenge” he softly kissed your head while you hugged him, the height difference making it easier for him to reach your head than your lips “you did so good y/n, i’m so proud of you…you showed everyone what you can do and i’m so happy for you, you deserve all of this” his words were sincere, you could see it in his eyes.

you needed to hear those words. you craved those words. you needed someone to be proud of you, it meant that all you fought for in the past years wasn’t taken for granted.

“thank you drew…i really appreciate it” there was moment of silence between the two of you before you slowly dragged his neck down and met his lips in a gentle kiss. he understood that physical affection was your love sign, more than words and honesty he didn’t mind. he loved the feeling of your lips over his. your smaller hands tugging his hairs and neck. his stronger ones holding you tighter by your hips.

butterflies were all over your body when he deepened the kiss, his beard slowly grazing your face, making you shiver under his touch.

drew couldn’t lie to himself if he said he didn’t want to have you naked under his body. he imagined every night what it would feel like having you under him, naked and begging just for him. he craved for your touch. no one was ever able to make him feel like you do. but at the same time he respected you too much and he wanted to take things slowly, making you feel comfortable and not rushing things.

you both needed to catch breath so you moved a little from his lips. his eyes never leaving your face, always looking for any sign of discomfort but when you showed none, his lips moved back onto yours.

he moved you both on the black leather couch near the door so you could be more comfortable, knowing that the height difference might cause you both neck pain after standing for so long. he took you in his lap, your hands still in his hair, playing with the soft ends while his hands moved from your hips to your back and from your back to your hips again.

everything was new for you. this was probably the longest make out session you’ve ever had. and you worried about what would drew say when you will tell him that he was your first ever real relationship.

“everything okay?” he whispered, catching breath. he sensed you shifting uncomfortably in his lap so he worried a little.

“yeah…it’s just”

“a lot?” he asked.

“no” you laughed “it’s nice, very nice but everything is new for me so…please, please let me know if i do something wrong…”

his hand gently stroked your cheek, as if he wanted to reassure you that everything was okay and you couldn’t do anything wrong “we are moving at your own pace, i promise you, everything is okay” you relaxed a little when he saw those words, making you smile when you started kissing him again.

a loud knock interrupted the two of you “mariposa! rhea and i are leaving, are you ready?” damian asked from outside the door.

“he’s gonna kill me if he sees us like this” drew whispered making it hard for you to keep your laughter down.

“uhm…yeah, i’m ready, just give me a sec” you moved out of drew’s lap as he watched you throwing your essentials into your bag “i’m coming”

“i’ll text you once we are back at the hotel” drew whispered, winking at you and blowing you a kiss.

you smiled before leaving the changing room only to be met with a questioning damian “what took you so long?” he asked when you both met rhea and drove back to the hotel.

“i showered…and watched the rest of the main event…” you hated lying to them but if damian or rhea found out you were having a heavy make out session with drew in your changing room, they would have killed him and then you.

“what’s that smile y/n?” rhea teased you, making you blush.

“oh nothing…i’m just happy for how the show went” you tried your best to not lie to them but you knew you couldn’t. they knew something was up but they both exhausted so they let it go, at least for now.

back at the hotel, you and drew kept texting like teenagers. you shared your room with rhea so you couldn’t have him over and if you left, she would get suspicious. she pretended to sleep but she knew you were up. she heard your nails typing on the keyboard, she heard your little giggles and even if she wasn’t a fan of this relationship, she couldn’t deny that you were a changed person since you started dating drew.

the day after was spent by everyone going back to the states because of monday night raw. you wished you had enough time to visit berlin but drew promised you that once you both had a few days off he would take you, so you held on to that promise.

if 48 hours ago you were in berlin, now you were checking in your hotel for the next few days in denver, colorado. you were tired and you wanted to sleep but damian and rhea called you in the gym so you could train with them.

“what’s with that face mi amor?” damian’s accent made everything even better but you were tired so you couldn’t care less.

“tired…” you yawned.

“if you slept instead of texting with drew all night long you wouldn’t be so tired…” rhea said out loud. she didn’t mean to. it was a thought that she had and she didn’t know why it escaped but now it was out.

it wasn’t what she said that made you upset, it was the annoying tone that she used that caused you to blow up.

“excuse me?” you didn’t want to fight, not with her, but if she had any problems you wanted her to tell you.

damian looked between the two of you, a little speechless as he didn’t know what was going on.

“i…i’m sorry…i didn’t mean it like that” rhea apologised immediately, knowing that she might have overstepped.

“if you have a problem with me dating drew, i wanna know it…instead of you talking behind my back” you didn’t mean to talk back like that, but again, you were tired and even if it wasn’t an excuse, rhea had no business in talking about your relationship like that.

“i don’t have a problem with you dating drew…” rhea breathed

“but…”

“but don’t you thing you guys are going too fast?” rhea didn’t know what to say without you getting mad “i mean…i don’t want you to get hurt, i don’t want you to regret something because you moved too fast…”

“you don’t know anything about my relationship with drew!” you went in defensive mode.

damian stepped up, trying to calm the situation down “well, talk to us hermosa”

“no if you’re not respecting my choices! if you keep judging me based of who i’m dating, what i’m doing with my life and the list can go on…next time, keep your unwanted opinions to yourself” you said to rhea before leaving the gym.

you were feeling guilty, especially for screaming at her when all she did these past months was to be there for you. you felt like shit because they just wanted to help you but you let them out, like the first time you joined the team.

you wanted to tell them everything, you wanted their advices and support. but the way rhea couldn’t approve your relationship with drew made you somehow mad. it wasn’t her business and she had no saying in your choices.

“she’ll get over it” damian whispered to rhea as she watched you leave the gym.

the duo continued their training while you started packing for the arena.

an hour later damian asked you if you wanted a ride over there but you told him that drew was already taking care of it.

“what’s on your mind love?” drew’s thick accent made you smile a little. he knew something was wrong when you didn’t speak a word to him.

“i had a fight with rhea…” you whispered.

he was shocked at first, being aware of how close you two are “what happened sweetheart?”

“she said something she shouldn’t have said…and i may have overreacted” he smiled hearing taking your guilts. rhea cared about you too much for staying mad at you and he knew you two were going to make up by the end of the night.

“she said something about me, didn’t she?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

you nodded.

he was happy that someone cared about you. he was aware that rhea and damian were your family. he saw it everytime your fought together. he saw it when you first joined the group.

and he smiled even more at the thought of you fighting with rhea for him. he was a grown ass man and he definitely could take care about rhea and damian. he knew he was going to face them later on, wanting to assure them of his intentions with you.

he knew they needed to hear that from him and not from you. because in their eyes, you will always be like a little sister to them, no matter your age. they would always feel the need to protect you and right now they were seeing him as a threat.

“don’t fight with rhea over me…i promise you, i can take care of them” he laughed.

“it’s not that…i just feel like they don’t want me to move on my with life…” you knew that it wasn’t completely true, but you were stubborn and that was what you were feeling at the moment.

“you’ll make up, i know it…” he reassured you a little before kissing your hand and helping you down the car and into the arena.

you both went into your respective dressing rooms. you got there earlier cause you wanted to avoid rhea and damian. rhea was going to open up the show and you didn’t want to be a bother for her.

so you got dressed. you did your make up, you did your hair and you ate something before the show started.

backstage, you watched how confident she was on that ring. she delivered her promo amazingly, calm and collected as she was before dominik interrupted her. it was fun watching how the crowd never let him spoke. but when you saw liv coming out of nowhere, you knew that something was going to happen, since she was alone and they were two.

her leg got stuck between the ropes, leaving free access for liv to hit her and kick her. you knew damian was going out to help her but you were closer to the inside of the arena than damian was so you sprinted out, running backstage into the arena and letting everyone know that you were there and no one had to mess with your family. damian followed you behind. as he helped rhea, you were able to grab liv from her hair and yank her on the floor a couple of times before dominik separated her from you.

your attention immediately went to rhea and damian, who were watching you inside of the ring.

“are you okay?” you asked her, a little worried.

rhea smiled when she saw you and she couldn’t help but to embrace you in her arms, whispering how sorry she was for everything that happened earlier.

“it’s okay, i promise…let me help you backstage” you said smiling at her.

you and damian both helped her backstage. medical staff immediately came towards you and asked rhea to sit down so they could check on her. she was hurting but you knew she went through worse.

“thanks for coming out there” rhea said, honesty filling her voice.

“i’m sorry for getting mad at you” you realised how childish your behaviour was.

“i apologise for talking about things that don’t concern me, you were right… you will talk to us when you’re ready to do it and we will be here for you” damian hugged you both when he heard rhea apologising.

“i hate fighting with you rhea…” you smiled into her embrace.

“same thing here…”

“well, i’m glad everything is over now” damian said making you both laugh.

as the show progressed, you watched punk segment only to be interrupted by drew. you remembered what he told you about getting his revenge on punk. so you weren’t surprised to see him attacking punk with such violence. not even when the medical staff took him to the ambulance he stopped. he kept attacking him until you saw blood coming out of his mouth. you couldn’t understand how such a strong and crazy man could be so caring and sweet with you. but you liked him, a lot.

the event ended up with damian teaming up with jey uso. of course you and rhea were both ringside to make sure the rest of the judgment day wouldn’t screw up this match up. finn was so pissed when he lost. he couldn’t handle losing to damian once again. he was furious, going backstage, he started breaking everything he found on his way.

you laughed, celebrating the victory on the ring with jey, rhea and damian. it was a weird team but jey brought a wave of happiness that you knew was missing.

when the show ended, drew had one more thing to do before going back to the hotel and that was talking with rhea and damian. so, while you were going into your dressing room, drew caught the duo before they parted ways.

“what’s going on?” rhea asked him when he saw him approaching them.

“can we talk? there’s something that i would like to let you know…” he demanded, waiting for damian and rhea to answer.

they both agreed and they led him into their changing room “spit it out” rhea said, watching the scotsman straight in his eyes.

“i know you’re worried for y/n…i understand that but i want to assure the both of you that my intentions are pure. i like her, a lot. i know everything that she has been through, i know what happened to her in the past and i’ll be forever grateful that she has you caring for her. she loves you like a family and i know that the feeling is mutual…but again, i like her, we are moving at her own pace. i will never force myself on her, i will never make her do anything that she’s uncomfortable to do, and that’s a promise” he spoke. he didn’t really want to have a chit chat about his relationship with damian and rhea but he was doing it for you. he was doing it so you and rhea would no longer fight. he was doing because taking you away from the only family you had wasn’t his plan “i don’t like you and that’s pretty evident, i don’t have to like you…but i want to keep things civil between us because of her”

rhea was even surprised that drew took time to come to them. she felt like she had to approve her daughter’s boyfriend for the first time and she felt a little uncomfortable. she appreciated the effort that drew put on.

damian was the one to speak as he saw rhea getting lost in her mind “what you said it’s true. we care about her as a family, she is our family…and of course when you two started dating, we got a little worried, especially knowing the age difference between the two of you but she’s a grown woman…it’s hard to accept that because i’ve been knowing her for a long time, she’s been part of the judgement day since it started but she’s an adult, she can make her own decisions and she chose you…it means that somehow she likes you too, she even fought rhea today to defend you” damian chuckled “we can keep our cool for her” he suggested and drew nodded his head.

rhea nodded her head too “thanks for speaking with us, i can see the way she talks about you, she cares about you drew, just promise me, don’t make her suffer, she’s been through hell and the last thing she needs now is a heartbreak”

“you have my consent to kick my ass in case something happens between us” drew added making rhea chuckle.

in the meantime, once you changed clothes and took a quick shower, you decided to look for the usual buffet backstage. you were starving and after carrying the show you felt like you deserved to treat yourself.

so once you got there, your eyes immediately fell upon the chocolate cookies and the caramel bars. you ate in silence, sat down on the comfy chair present in the room while scrolling some videos on tiktok until you heard some very recognisable voices coming towards you.

“i can’t handle it anymore!” finn screamed. liv and dominik trying to keep him calm but failing miserably.

you were stuck in your chair. if you left they would have seen you but if you stayed there, they would have seen you anyway. you felt like you were trapped.

“you shouldn’t be here” dominik said when he saw you in the room “alone” he smirked.

“congratulations for tonight” liv annoying voice said “i hope mami’s leg isn’t too injured” she laughed.

you stood up. probably not the best idea facing them alone but if finn had some common sense after what happened the last time, he wouldn’t start any fight “she still kicked your ass with one injured foot so…” that pissed liv even more.

“at least i don’t go crying to them everytime i have a problem…oh right, you had a hard and difficult life and we all should pity you” liv laughed. finn closed his eyes, not wanting to create more drama.

“we should go liv…” finn suggested but liv wasn’t having any of that.

“ain’t it true?” dom laughed, taking a few steps forward, making you walk backwards “we had to hear your cries every single night because you had nightmares” you tried to move away but dom grabbed your arm “ you’re just a stupid crybaby” he said before dropping your arm and leaving with liv.

leaving you and finn alone.

“if you sided with us this wouldn’t have happened” he whispered.

“no, never. i would have never betrayed rhea and damian the way you did” you screamed at his face “you’re just a coward, you’ve always been…i trusted you with my life, you knew things about me that no one knew and the first thing you did was to betray me and tell liv everything…”

finn laughed “oh shut up!” he screamed, walking toward you. you walked until your back hit the wall, finn blocking any way out you might have had “shut up y/n!” he screamed right at your face.

he never screamed at you. he knew you hated screams.

“i cared about you! but you chose them!” his poisonous eyes turned black, watching the way you tried to squirm away from his body “i wanted you in this team but you chose the weakest part” his laugh full of poison.

his hand met your neck.

finn never being violent towards you. he knew what that might have caused you.

“but now…all i see is a pathetic little girl who can’t let go of her past!” his hand squeezing your neck as he whispered mean words into your ear “you’re weak…and you chose the weak team”

“finn…please” you begged him. in that moment you weren’t the strong and fierce wrestler anyone knew. finn’s action made you small, and afraid just like you were when your father used to hit you and just like when mother used to spit mean words on you “stop it please…”

but finn wouldn’t leave you.

his other hand went to grab your arm, just like dom did before “if you had chosen us, you wouldn’t be afraid!” he screamed. his voice echoing in the corridor, made dom and liv looked back.

“stay here” dom whispered to liv as he went back to finn. he was met with finn overpowering you and even if he knew you deserved it, he didn’t want more troubles with rhea as he already had a black eye “finn, let’s go” but finn wasn’t listening.

your eyes were closed and all you could imagine was your father hitting you again and again. finn used to be so caring towards you but tonight’s event made him go crazy. he lost again and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“finn please…stop it, please” you felt small. you felt paralysed, you didn’t know what to do.

“finn, you’re hurting her, let her go” dom got a little worried. yes, he was mad at you and he hated you for siding with rhea and damian instead of him but he saw how terrified you were and he knew that finn would have gone far if he didn’t stop him.

“please finn…finn stop it!” you screamed back. it was more of a desperate cry as your arm was losing sensibility and your neck felt like it was going to explode “stop it please…let me go!” you didn’t mean to scream so loud but you did and you were lucky you did.

a couple of rooms behind there were damian, rhea and drew still talking about you when they all stopped when they heard your cries.

they followed your voice. rhea a little behind due to her injury. drew ready to wreck havoc if you were hurt.

the two men were met with a sight they’ll never forget. finn’s hands over your body as he was screaming that he wanted to get revenge on damian and rhea and he wanted to use you to hurt them.

damian shoved finn on the ground as your body fell on the floor. your mind went blank, too many bad memories were brought back in that moment.

“drew take her away” damian whispered to the scotsman and he nodded. he wanted to kick finn’s ass but you were his priority.

when rhea entered the room, she saw finn and damian fighting and you crying in the corner “what the fuck happened here?”

“finn got violent on y/n” damian spat back.

drew moved cautiously but when he saw you flinching away he stopped his movements “hey love…it’s me, it’s drew…” his voice soft as he didn’t want to scare you away “can i take you somewhere else quieter?” he asked and you nodded, not trusting your voice.

he scooped you in his arms and took you outside of the room, letting rhea and damian dealing with finn.

your head fell on his shoulder as he walked towards his car, wanting to get you out of the arena as soon as possible. once he comfortably placed you in the passenger seat, he took a deep look at your body. the way your eyes were still closed, tears falling from your eyes. how you brought your knees to your chest and hid your face into them.

you were spacing out, like your mind wasn’t there and he knew he had to get you far away from the chaos as soon as possible.

he took you back at the hotel, walking with you in his arms towards his room. he gently placed you on the bed “love…can you please look at me?” he was worried, not knowing what might have cause this.

“don’t hurt me…please” drew’s heart dropped when he heard you saying those words. rhea told him that your trauma was heavy and that you were still healing. he never took her words lightly and he promised to hurt anyone who might have threatened you.

he couldn’t understand how someone could use something as strong and delicate as your childhood trauma against you. he wanted to end finn’s life but he knew damian and rhea were taking care of him.

“i promise you…i’m not going to hurt you darling…open your eyes please, let me look at you” he said softly.

you slowly opened your eyes and when you realised that there was no threat near you, you jumped into drew’s arms. he shielded you, as if he wanted to protect you even if you were the only people in the room.

“you’re okay…i promise you” he whispered but before he could say anything else, you stopped him.

“drew…”

“mh?”

“i can’t breathe…” tears were rolling down your cheeks. drew took a look at you and realised that you were having a panic attack. he wasn’t new to those. he had them before. but with you, it was different.

“hey hey…shh, it’s okay, focus on me, focus on my voice” he tried to help you “look at me y/n” his voice growing a little stronger when he realised that you weren’t focusing on anything “look at me” you did as he told you “follow me, catch my breath…look at me” and you tried your best to calm yourself down. you matched his breathing, in and out as he told you.

your hands were still visibly shaking and when he noticed it, he took no time to put your hands into his bigger ones. his thumbs caressing your hands in a calm motion.

you followed his breathing a couple of times before you were able to breath again “that’s good y/n…” he whispered softly in your ear “so good…you doing a good job”

“sorry for that…”

he shook his head “no, absolutely no, don’t apologise for that…it’s not your fault, do you hear me? i’m glad you are okay…”

you stayed there for what it felt like hours, even if it was just ten minutes, laying in his arms as he stroked your back, helping you relax.

he was waiting for damian or rhea to text him but when he saw you sleeping against his chest, he felt complete somehow, like you were the missing piece he needed in his life.

finn’s gonna pay for what he did. we’re coming back to the hotel, thank you for taking care of her. we own you. - damian

drew’s phone buzzed when he received a notification from damian. he knew he was going to ask more questions tomorrow but right now, he was there for you. watching you sleep, seeing how peaceful you were, he couldn’t believe someone as beautiful and loving as you were, was carrying a baggage of pain and traumas like that.

“nothing’s gonna hurt you…” he whispered before leaving a soft kiss on your head as he watched you sleeping peacefully.

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ALL THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS ARE UPLOADED IN MY MASTERLIST!

part 7 coming too! i might add some spicy things in the next chapter…let me know if you have any ideas!

[wolverineluvr]

saw your yan denji fic and loved it :D if you dont mind, could you also make some yandere denji headcanons?

"love at first sight"

cw: stalking, yandere themes, obsessive behavior

a/n: tyy!! And ofc, I hope you like it<3

Yan!Denji who randomly bumped into you one day. All you did was apologize and go on your way. But your voice. Your face. You. It drew him in, like an irresistible song from a siren. He couldn't help himself.

He followed you, he tried to be smart about it, to not be suspicious. To make sure you didn't see him. You didn't, in the end. But honestly he didn't do a good job.

Yan!Denji who watched as you walked into your apartment, he watched you close the door and turn on the light. He watched the house as you went to bed, and he watched for a little longer for anymore glimpses of you, before he left.

He was scolded by Aki for straying off and not coming back until the sky turned black, and the moonlight danced on the rooftops. Your rooftop. He wonders how you'd look in different lighting. In the evening, the sun shining softly through clouds and giving off a beautiful golden glow. Every sight anyone would fall in love with.

Yan!Denji who didn't get much sleep that night, only thinking of you. He wonders if you're thinking of him. He knows you're not. But a delusional part of his mind thinks that you are.

Eventually he fell asleep, thinking of how you looked doing a million different things. How you looked when you bit into a delicious apple, how you looked when you slept, when you cried. Do you like apples? He wishes he knew.

Yan!Denji who found himself watching you enter your house the next day, and the next, and the next. He crept closer to your window every night. Never looking in at your sleeping face just yet, before he left.

One night he does, and what he sees is better than anything he could've imagined. Your face is soft, relaxed. One of your legs is out of your blanket, and the moonlight shines through your window and lights up your room, your face, beautifully. You're the type of girl people write poems for. That people would kill for. And that begs the question,

do you have someone in your life?

Yan!Denji who constantly thinks about you. Thinks about how you probably have a boyfriend. He doesn't even know your name. Maybe he should try to talk to you.

Aki and Power can tell something has been going on, Aki had asked when Denji started seeming distracted but he just got an annoyed, dismissive response.

Yan!Denji who thinks of you like you're the sun. He's like the moon, always chasing after you, but never moving from his spot behind you. Never progressing, never seeing your warmth in full. Maybe he's not even a moon, not even a star or a planet. Only a human, basking in your warmth through the day, left in the cold when you're gone.

So far away from you, yet you seem so close. Soon, he'll meet you really. He hopes, at least. He'll see you in full.

[thedrotter]

i can't believe its already july what do you mean half of the year is already over... you're saying ive spent nearly 7 months constantly drawing re:kinder— it has felt like 3 months?!

genuinely stunned it seriously has felt like 3 months to me... I was just so redoing some turnarounds i did for yuu very early on and was thinking. "wao ive really gotten more of a grip at drawing him in these last 3 months!!!" only to check the date of those early drawings of him I made to see the month DECEMBER 2023. HUH???

[illubean]

👉👈 hello there! :>

Would some Headcanons about Death The Kid with a reader who's kuudere with everyone but tsundere towards him be okay?

DtK with a Kuu/Tsundere

Characters: Death the Kid Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

random but I think he would listen to twice

Warnings: none

Kid was enamored of you

there was something about your cool and aloof personality that drew him towards you

but what he couldn't understand was why you were so mean to him

he doesn't think he's done anything wrong to you and really wishes you would just tell him if he did

he's under the impression you just don't like him and chalks it up to him being "asymmetrical garbage" :(((

after a week or so of him sulking Liz gets sick of his shit and tells him it's actually the exact opposite

but Kid never listens to her does he

so she calls an emergency Girls (+ Kid) meeting

Maka tells him "They're mean to you because they like you. It might be because they have a hard time expressing it otherwise."

and Tsubaki is like "There's a word for that in Japanese. They're called Tsunderes!"

and with that one word everything finally clicks for Kid

all the times you've snapped at him or made sassy comments with a red face wasn't out of anger

you were blushing

he's a lot less butthurt about it now that he's got you all figured out

every time you say something snappy he's like :3 cus he knows you dont mean it

sometimes he likes to respond a certain way to see you get flustered

and one day he decides to confess so suave omgg

"You're an idiot." "An idiot who wants to take you out."

is he a little embarassed? yes but he already has confirmation you like him back and the way you're quick to turn away from him confirms it

but yeah now that he see's past your facade you are dating and so happy yayy

he doesn't mind your 'tsundere' behavior all too much after that

do not call him asymmetrical tho he will cry

[a-court-of-mischief-and-madness]

ICY PURSUITS

Summary: Fire and ice—she was the water meant to extinguish his flames, but instead, they created a burning desire neither could resist.

Pairings: Eris Vanserra x winter court reader!

Warnings: 18+ Smut, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, language, oral fem receiving, p in the v, minors dni

a/n: help, dont know where this came from, but enjoy! Inspired by our childhood (fire boy and water girl)

The cold of the Winter Court always had a bite to it, a sharp edge that you’d grown used to over the years. But tonight, it felt more punishing, as though the wind was determined to strip you of your resolve, to drive you back to the safety of your home. Yet, you pressed on through the snow-covered forest, each step more hesitant than the last. The snow crunched beneath your boots, each footfall louder than the last as if the forest itself was warning you to turn back.

But you couldn’t—not when you were so close to the Autumn border, so close to the flames that drew you in like a moth to a fire. It had always been this way between you and Eris Vanserra, a dangerous dance where fire threatened to consume water, where polar opposites collided. As a child, you’d been entranced by him, the boy with flames in his hair and a smirk that made your heart race. But those days were long gone, replaced by years of bitter silence and strained politics. Now, you were enemies, but that didn’t stop the pull you felt toward him—a pull that terrified you as much as it excited you.

You knew the stories—how he was as brutal as his father, how he’d inherited not only the throne but Beron’s cruelty. But you’d also seen the cracks in that carefully crafted mask, the fleeting moments where the boy you once knew peeked through. That was what drew you here tonight, wasn’t it? A foolish hope that the boy still existed beneath the man who now hunted you.

A snap of a branch pulled you from your thoughts, and you whipped around, heart pounding in your chest. Eris emerged from the shadows, his auburn hair a stark contrast to the snow-covered landscape. His eyes blazed with the same fire that had always drawn you to him, but now there was something else—something darker, more dangerous.

“You shouldn’t be here,” his voice was a low growl, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

“Neither should you,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady even as your pulse quickened. But the bravado in your tone faltered as he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, suffocating.

His gaze traveled down your body, lingering on the way your chest heaved with each breath. You cursed yourself for being so obvious, for letting him see just how much his presence affected you. His smirk widened as his eyes locked onto the small glimpse of your cleavage that your jacket failed to hide. The heat in your cheeks was unavoidable, a blush that betrayed every thought running through your mind. But his gaze, so intense and burning, traveled lower, making your breath hitch in your throat.

Without another word, you turned and ran, the cold air biting at your skin as you sprinted toward the safety of your Court. You didn’t dare look back, knowing that he was right behind you, his footsteps barely audible over the pounding of your heart. The trees blurred past as you raced toward the icy lake, the only thing between you and freedom. But as you reached the edge, your foot slipped on the slick surface, sending you crashing to the ground.

Pain shot through your back as you hit the ice, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs. You gasped, struggling to breathe as the cold seeped into your bones, the cracks in the ice beneath you spidering outward like fragile veins. Before you could even think of getting up, Eris was there, towering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

His hand was on you before you could react, fingers brushing over your thigh with a deliberate slowness that made your breath hitch. You shuddered at the contact, your body betraying you with the heat that pooled low in your belly. His smirk grew as he watched the way you reacted to him, every muscle tensing beneath his touch.

“You’ve always been drawn to the flame, haven’t you?” he murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper that sent another shiver down your spine. His fingers trailed higher, brushing the hem of your dress, and you cursed the way your body arched into his touch, betraying you once again.

“Eris…” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to push him away, but the effort was half-hearted at best. The tension between you crackled like the flames that danced in his eyes, and despite every logical thought screaming at you to stop, you couldn’t. He was a fire, and you were the water meant to douse it, but instead, you felt yourself burning up from the inside out.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear, sending another jolt of heat straight through you. “You should’ve stayed away,” he whispered, his voice laced with both warning and desire. But even as he said the words, his hand was moving again, trailing up your thigh to where your dress had ridden up, exposing the smooth skin beneath.

The ice beneath you cracked louder, the sound echoing through the forest, but all you could focus on was the fire in his eyes and the way it matched the heat pooling in your core. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as you struggled to maintain control. But his touch was too intoxicating, too overwhelming, and you couldn’t help the way your body responded to him.

His gaze never left yours as he brushed his fingers against the exposed skin of your thigh, the heat of his touch searing through you like a brand. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice rough with barely contained desire. It was a challenge, a final test of will, and you knew that if you didn’t stop this now, there would be no going back.

But instead of pushing him away, you reached up, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him down to you. Your lips met in a clash of heat and desperation, and all thoughts of stopping evaporated in the face of the fire that consumed you both.

Eris groaned against your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The ice beneath you continued to crack, but you didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was the way his hands gripped your hips, the way his body pressed against yours, and the way his tongue teased yours with the promise of something more.

In one fluid motion, he winnowed you both to his chambers, the warmth of the fire that filled the room a stark contrast to the cold you’d just left behind. But even here, in the safety of his quarters, the tension between you only grew, crackling like the embers in the hearth.

Eris set you down gently on the bed, his eyes dark with the same hunger that burned through you. He was on you in an instant, his hands roaming your body as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he needed to memorize every inch of you. And you let him, your own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, the muscles that tensed beneath your touch.

When you straddled him, your dress riding up to expose even more skin, his breath hitched, and he looked up at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as his gaze traveled up your body, taking in every detail, every inch of exposed skin.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough with desire but tinged with something softer—something that made your heart twist in your chest. He needed to know you wanted this as much as he did, that this wasn’t just the heat of the moment.

You nodded, your breath catching as his grip on your thighs tightened. “I want this, Eris. I want you.”

That was all he needed. In an instant, his lips were on yours again, fierce and demanding, and you melted into him, letting the fire consume you. His hands roamed your body, tugging at your dress until it pooled around your waist, exposing even more of you to his hungry gaze.

Eris’s mouth trailed down your neck, his tongue leaving a blazing path in its wake. When he reached the curve of your breast, you moaned, your hands fisting in his hair as you arched into him. His mouth latched onto your nipple, teasing and tormenting until you were writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

But he wasn’t done with you yet. With a wicked grin, he shifted lower, his hands guiding your hips as he moved between your legs. The anticipation was unbearable, and you bit your lip to keep from begging him to hurry.

When his tongue finally touched you, it was like fire igniting inside you, a searing heat that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your hands gripping the sheets as you arched into him, desperate for more. Eris didn’t relent, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to drive you closer and closer to the edge.

“Eris,” you moaned, your voice breaking as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust, and the sight of him between your legs, his mouth on you, was enough to push you over the edge.

You came with a cry, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Eris held you through it, his hands gentle on your hips as he coaxed every last bit of pleasure from your body.

When you finally came down, breathless and boneless, he moved back up your body, capturing your lips in a slow, languid kiss. The fire between you hadn’t dimmed—it had only just begun to burn.

Eris pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips as he looked into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race all over again. The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—was overwhelming. The fire between you was still blazing, and you could feel it pulsing through every inch of your body.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer as you kissed him with renewed fervor. The taste of him was intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough. The hunger in you grew stronger with each touch, each caress of his hands on your skin. You wanted more—needed more.

Without breaking the kiss, you reached down, fumbling with the ties of his trousers. The friction of his body against yours was driving you mad, and you needed to feel him, to have him inside you, to finally sate the fire that had been burning between you for so long.

Eris groaned against your mouth, his hands gripping your waist as he helped you with the last of his clothing. When he was finally free, you could feel the heat of him, hard and ready, pressing against you.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and filled with a mix of lust and something deeper—something that made your heart ache in the most beautiful way. “Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice rough with need.

In answer, you shifted your hips, aligning yourself with him as you leaned down to kiss him again. The sensation of him pressing against you was electrifying, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips, your voice trembling with a need that you couldn’t suppress. “I need you, Eris.”

With a growl, Eris surged forward, entering you in one swift, fluid motion that stole your breath away. The sensation of him filling you was overwhelming, and you clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to hold on to something—anything.

The pleasure was intense, almost too much to bear, but you couldn’t stop. The way he moved inside you, the way he fit so perfectly—it was everything you’d ever wanted and more. You rode him slowly at first, savoring the sensation, the connection between you, the way his hands gripped your hips and guided you, the way his eyes locked onto yours, filled with desire.

Eris’s hands roamed your body, tracing every curve, every dip and rise, as if he was memorizing you. His touch was both tender and demanding, a perfect blend of fire and control that left you breathless. You could feel the tension building again, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within you as you moved together.

You leaned forward, pressing your chest against his as you rode him harder, faster, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Eris met you thrust for thrust, his grip on your hips tightening as the intensity between you grew to an unbearable peak.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding, and you did, your eyes locking onto his. The connection between you was electric, a burning intensity that threatened to consume you both.

You were so close—so close to falling over the edge again. You could feel it, the pleasure building, the fire inside you burning hotter and hotter until it was all you could focus on, all you could think about.

“Eris,” you moaned his name, your voice breaking with the effort to hold on just a little longer. But you couldn’t—you were too far gone, too lost in the sensation of him, in the way he made you feel.

With a final, desperate thrust, the pleasure finally overtook you, and you cried out his name as you came undone in his arms. The intensity of it was overwhelming, a shattering wave of ecstasy that left you trembling and breathless.

Eris followed you over the edge, his own release crashing over him as he held you close, his body tensing beneath you as he found his own pleasure. You could feel him trembling, his breaths ragged as he buried his face in your neck, his lips pressing against your skin in a desperate, hungry kiss.

For a long moment, the two of you stayed like that, tangled together, your bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. The fire between you had finally been sated, but the connection, the bond you’d formed in that moment, was stronger than ever.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your fingers tracing the lines of his face as you memorized every detail. There was something different in his eyes now—a softness, a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. It made your heart swell with something warm and tender, something you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel for him in years.

Eris seemed to sense it too because he leaned in to kiss you again, this time slow and tender, as if he was trying to pour everything he felt into that single kiss. And maybe he was—maybe this was his way of telling you everything he couldn’t put into words, everything he felt for you but had never been able to say.

When the kiss finally ended, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “I didn’t know it could be like this,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of wonder. “I didn’t know I could feel like this.”

You smiled, your heart full as you stroked his cheek. “Neither did I.”

For the first time in years, you felt truly at peace. The fire and the water had finally come together, not to destroy each other, but to create something beautiful—something that would burn brightly for years to come.