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bunnybatty · 1 year
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hi❤️
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All Sales Final
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You and Ran are far from perfect but he knows that the two of you can be something beautiful.
Just a touch of angst a good bit of fluff and a side of banter? Word count: at least 15 words. Idk I wrote this on my phone it's fully unedited I'm sorry if it's trash. Also this one's for @feitania 🫰
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Bickering is exhausting. The tension in your body from emotional defensiveness manifesting physically is decidedly nightmarish and the rate of petty fights breaking out between your boyfriend and yourself spells doom for your physical comfort. Things just keep getting worse- little irritations festering as you pick at the scabs of wounds unhealed in every argument.
"i just," you sigh, "I just feel like we've been a mess. Like a dumpster fire in July."
What makes matters worse is how half the time, the fights dontt even seem to irritate Ran. He just stood there, half stifled smile and cheeky comments at the ready. It felt like even after so many months, he didn't take you seriously, downplayed your feelings. He left you feeling like your reactions were too big, emotions too strong, that you were just too much to handle.
The beginnings of a smile crooks Ran's lips up at one side, "Give it time girl," he places two fingers through the belt loop of your trousers and wiggles his thumb under the hem of your shirt to rub a little circle on the skin there. In a soft voice, he continues, "the fire feels divine."
You stop to look at your boyfriend and can't help the single short barked laugh that comes tumbling out of your mouth despite you best efforts to stop it. "That's... not as romantic as you think it is, Ran."
His smile breaks through fully and his hand slips under your shirt to gently press on the small of your back. "But I know you, and it didn't have to be, now did it?" The pressure on the small of your back is light. Inviting. Enticing. Familiar. His left hand trails up to your face and his pointer finger nestles under your jawline to tilt your head up to look him in his eyes.
There, you see the softest purple hue and the bile of darkness and negativity begins to melt away. "I'm not easy. My life is chaotic and unpredictable. It's hard for both of us and I know that. It's going to be harder if you feel like you're inconvenience me by just...being you."
Your mouth opens but he gives you a look so earnest you almost swear you see the little boy who needed to be heard so long ago and you chew your cheek instead.
"I know you doubt your reactions to everything and that you debate what to leave be and what and when to bring it up. And for what it's worth, I know my reactions don't help. Old habits die hard after all. But I love you. You. Who you are. For all your faults and the way you put up with mine. I want you as is, knowing sales are final."
A moment of silence meanders through the room like a thick cloud overhead. "You're a real sweet talker, Haitani." Your voice is suddenly so small it could blow away in the slightest breeze. "A real salesman with that elevator pitch." You match his embrace and circle your arms around his frame.
"Oh yeah? I'm usually more of the manager type but...when can I collect my commission?" Smirking lips capture yours and you think maybe this can work out...even if that joke was just awful.
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izvmimi · 1 year
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Farmer Deku who sees you waiting for him on the front porch after a long day of work, telling him you made lemonade and he’s all sweaty, he smiles real big and throws you over his shoulder with a smack to your ass and tells you he wants to eat first uwu
this is violence and crime.
ugh to be hanging off his broad shoulder, kicking with embarrassment but also making sure to keep your lil polka dot dress down so prying eyes don't see what's underneath
hearing him laugh as you get more and more hot with shame but also naughty anticipation until he sets you down on the counter and just cages you in, both hands gripping either side of the edge.... a smile that's so endearing but also so heavy in its intensity; his mouth drawn open ever so slightly while he decides what to indulge in first... the steady rise and fall of his chest under his open flannel shirt, where you venture to rest your fingers...
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redhotarsenic · 3 months
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Feel like shit now 👍
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jangmi-latte · 17 days
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wait if he was a first year here and vil said he bulked up/grew bigger during the latest beanfest then...then what is this. is this not bulky enough what h..how big did he grow now that he's a third year..h-he grew bigger???? h-he gained more muscle now that he's older??? a-and he's still working out???? w-what do you mean wha..what i..i like...like he GREW BIGGER????????
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BIGGER!??!??!??!?!!?!!??
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aroaceleovaldez · 4 months
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my personal favorite interpretation of Nico's confession to Percy in BoO and Percy's reaction is that. Nico was one foot in the grave at the time - heavily injured, exhausted, probably suffering from blood loss, actively turning into shadows, etc etc. And he mentions himself several times that he's not acting quite like himself, such as smiling a lot and his mind wandering and his vision being unsure. Dude is OUT OF IT. He is one strong breeze away from crumpling on the floor and falling unconscious for multiple days (again).
a.) no wonder Will was like "three days in the infirmary now. you will melt into a puddle if you try and summon a wishbone." cause Nico was probably standing there with a glassy look in his eyes waving like a leaf in the wind on the verge of collapsing.
b.) just imagine Percy's pov: The guy you've known for three years stumbles up to you on the verge of death, clearly still bleeding and half-fading into nothingness. Obviously a little delirious at best. Normally he's extremely awkward talking to people and hates physical interaction and every time he talks to you he looks like he wants to run away as fast as possible. You are 80% sure he wants you dead but is trying to be polite about it. He walks up to you with the confidence only someone suffering from extreme dehydration/major blood loss on the verge of passing out can have, tells you that you're not his type, high-fives your girlfriend (who you thought he had a crush on?) (you weren't even sure he knew what high-fives were. you're still not sure he does) and stumbles off without finishing the conversation. You ask your girlfriend if she understands what the hell just happened. She has no idea either. You decide to chalk it up to him having no idea what was going on either.
Three days later Nico wakes up in the infirmary in a cold sweat, having remembered that interaction and goes "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"
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cherrirui-official · 1 month
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"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."
"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."
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#for context uhmm how do i explain this#so around a few weeks after Jd arrives Bruce is like “Hey... where are the others?”#and Jd is like “ooooh 🤪🤪 he doesnt know...”#Since at this time JD believes that the entire tribe is dead. including his brothers and grandma#so Jd has to take Bruce to the now abandoned troll tree and give him the bad news#Bruce doesnt believe it at first. even if the tree is abandoned they cant be dead? right?? they cant be#so he rushes over to their grandma's pod. thinking that theyre just in hiding and waiting for them to return#and all Bruce is able to find in the empty pod is Branch's old stuffed toy Croco#which solidifies to Bruce that everyone is dead. their friends their family. everyone#Bruce is obviously devastated by the news. he doesnt show it a lot but he doesnt take it too well#he ends up bringing Croco with him back to Vacay Island and patches Croco up#since Croco is a bit worn out due to being left in the pod for years#and since then Bruce always keeps Croco hidden in his hair. both as a memoir of his baby brother#and also a reminder of how he failed as an older brother... ouch#ofc the others arent dead. its just that now both Jd AND Bruce believe that the rest of the trolls are dead#also King Trollex is there bc i wanted to put him there. I like Trollex :]#a knee ways more bb au art i promise the next bb au art will be lighthearted#tho now im gonna work on the next violet gijinka batch bc ive been starving my friendlocke audience for too long#sorry friendlocke fans ill feed u next dw#cherris canvas#trolls#trolls band together#trolls john dory#john dory trolls#trolls bruce#bruce trolls#king trollex#beach bros au#sorry for rambling in the tags i hope u dont mind ahaha
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ccuriousmischieff · 8 months
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Burdened with glorious purpose
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rapidhighway · 11 months
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hehe, what happens to him after Eggman dies???
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spacexseven · 1 year
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Fyodor would be a family man that’s good at hiding his true intentions from his family such as the decay of angels and rats house along with his s/o just nurturing their son and having a peaceful side along with Nikolai being a family friend who would entertain Fyodors son. One happy family
anon i could kiss you senseless rn...literally one of the best things i've ever had the honor of seeing in my inbox. this idea has ruined me i swear it's Perfect
fem reader, reader is married to fyodor and has a son w him
cw: yandere character, deceit, manipulation, mentioned murder
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fyodor dostoevsky makes for a wonderful husband—loving, ordinary, almost suspiciously so, but you married him knowing that he was an ordinary man. you loved him knowing that he was an ordinary man.
an ordinary man with some extremely unsettling secrets, none that you knew about.
the fyodor dostoevsky you knew and loved was the man who kissed the palm of your hand, and if he was feeling particularly affectionate, your forehead, every morning before he left for work, with a half-smile on his lips and a fond gleam in his eyes. you weren't quite sure what he did, except that he worked for a company of some kind, but you didn't like the way his face hardened when you probed, so you left it at that. it didn't matter what he did, anyway, so long as he came back to greet you every night, safe and unharmed.
the man you married was the one who'd come home to greet you with a tired nod and a warm embrace, entertaining your son's excited rambling over dinner. he held you close when he read before sleeping, stroking your hair with a light touch. as far as you were concerned, he was an amazing husband and lover.
though he was not necessarily a good person otherwise.
you were so easily blinded by the tender warmth he showed his family, that you hardly cared for his uncharacteristic slip-ups. like when he scowls, ever so slightly, when the news broadcasts some detective agency receiving an award, or when a ghost of a smile lingers as you wonder out loud how a casino could be floating in the sky.
you never once questioned the times he came home in an entirely different coat from when he went out, or when he was away for days on end, not calling you or leaving you a single message. was it because you trusted him wholeheartedly, or because you were afraid of what the truth really was?
but even if you had your own suspicions, it would have never even come close to what fyodor was really doing. how were you to know that the same lips that whispered sweet songs of praise to you with a coquettish smile were the same ones that uttered a death sentence to his countless victims? and how were you to know that the steady hands that caressed your body so intimately had also touched numerous corpses? the husband that spoiled you on anniversaries and birthdays could not be the same man that was actively planning to cover the world with the blood of sinners.
for the most part, you liked nikolai too. he was a little odd, considering his getup and his tendency to seemingly pop out of nowhere, but he was good friends with your husband—dos, as he called fyodor—and your son loved playing with him. he didn't tell you what he did, either, though he let it slip that he worked very closely with your husband. he refused to explain fyodor's unexplained disappearances, though he would often stop by to show your son a new magic trick when fyodor was gone for a little too long, just to reassure you a little.
nothing really gave it away; not the amused expression when you told him to stay safe on his way, nor his eccentric coworkers. you were just happy that your husband always came home to you, and never failed to remind you that he loved you. there were, perhaps, more things that should have worried you. the way fyodor insisted that you keep your social circle small, or the frustrated look in his eyes that was beginning to appear more and more often. even the peculiar things he was beginning to tell you.
you're lying in fyodor's lap, mind drifting between sleep and consciousness as he looks at you with an unreadable expression. then, perhaps noticing that you weren't completely asleep, a little smile appears on his face. "tell me," his voice is soft, but every word feels strangely heavy, "will you ever leave me?" you frown slightly, and he chuckles. "even if i did something you don't agree with?" you shake your head, "what's this about?" his smile widens, and he gently pinches your cheek. the look in his eyes is unnaturally cold. "it doesn't matter. either way...you don't have anyone else to turn to."
and you could have continued the way life was, with your mostly ordinary husband and your wonderful family. at least, until he turns up at your door after an especially long period of disappearance. you would be thrilled, normally, but you're much too shocked at the sight of your husband in what looks like a prison uniform to feel any relief.
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junesfool · 6 months
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my attempt at small comics to make my friend understand svsss better. (no idea if it's working). (probably not).
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Give me a tomarry/harrymort au where Voldemort loses his memories and tries to kill Harry, with whom he is in an established relationship by then. Give me the angst, give me the fear, the agony of having to run away from the person you love— the burning anger as one wakes up beside his enemy. And then comes the earth shattering horror as the memories hits. Give me the all consuming regret and the crippling grief after Voldemort remembers what he has done or nearly did, but by then Harry is already gone.
Giving me the scene where Harry is smiling at Voldemort and Voldemort is befuddled. The scene where Voldemort sends his first crucio at Harry, who for some reason is looking at him, his mortal enemy with utter trust. The part where Harry looks at him with grief and confusion and V feels something break in him— a part that gets dwarfed by the seething rage, for he thinks Harry is playing with him, he thinks this is some elaborate scheme and so, he attacks, and for the first time in years Harry runs for him because he doesn't want hurt Voldemort.
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causeimanartist · 8 months
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Behold, the last lunch break drawing in my sketchbook
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sun-e-chips · 4 months
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Ended my day with some magma on the @daycarefriendpickup discord!
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Doodle of Sun from my waterpark au
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lowgothree · 3 months
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004. ༺BUT WITH EASE༻∘
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a/n: OH MY GOD i feel so awkward abt this chapter lmaooo...probably gonna delete later. probably offensive.
summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.
contents: reader is (still) down bad. paige pining after an ex situationship. kinda angsty. smut (oh lord).
previous. next. masterlist.
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paige was being weird. and maybe you didn’t know her well enough to decipher that with certainty but you just knew. she didn’t knock on your door to beg for some of your snacks or inform you she was going to shower or to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with her anymore. she didn’t tell you goodmorning or goodnight…she didn’t tell you much of anything, really. in other words, paige was being fucking weird. 
it probably definitely shouldn’t bother you. after all, she’s your roommate and she has that thing with olivia. but it’s fucking killing you. slowly, from the inside out. 
TO: SEAN
i think my roommate hates me idk
FROM: SEAN
The sexy roommate that you want so bad? 
TO: SEAN
SHUT UP
her name is paige
FROM: SEAN
I know
The basketball player
Why does Paige hate us?
TO: SEAN
idfk
she’s just being weird
FROM: SEAN
Maybe you’re being weird…
Always staring at her and shit
She’s probably terrified for her life😬
TO: SEAN
u r a really bad person
FROM: SEAN
Remind me why you can’t just flirt with her again?
TO: SEAN
cause she’s dating someone
kind of
they’re weird
FROM: SEAN
So they’re weird
She’s weird
But you still want her?
TO: SEAN
real bad
FROM: SEAN
Oh lord
How serious is she with the girl she’s dating(?)?
you start to type a message back and then you see her. 
in a sports bra and shorts.
damn. 
you try not to stare at her perfectly lean stomach or her toned legs or her back or –– you’re staring. the moment you realize it you’re looking down at your blanket, pulling at the loose strings.
should you say something? would it be awkward to say something…? it’s awkward saying nothing though. before you had enough time to change your mind you cleared your throat and whispered. “hey…”
if the house wasn’t so silent she might not have even heard you.
“hi.” she muttered in response, back and shoulders tensing, doing nothing to soothe your nerves.
weird. weird. weird.
“um, i’m watching a movie…” you clear your throat, trying not to be obviously nervous. “do you wanna watch?”
paige turns around, sighing and shoulders relaxing. “why not?” she shuffles over next to you, plopping down on the couch. she smells fucking good. she sits close enough so that your arms and legs are touching, she doesn’t move for distance and neither do you.
you look over at her, noticing the way her eyes are glued to the screen. “are…are you okay?”
“i’m fine.”
“you sure? cause you’ve been acting off the past week…”
“it’s nothing…” she dismisses again. this time, you don’t push for more information, deciding that no matter how unbelievable they may be, you’d take her words at face value.
you nod and the two of you watch the movie in silence for about twenty more minutes before paige asks a question that makes you heart stop beating for a moment.
“how many girls have you been with?”
you immediately look over at her only to find her eyes trained directly on you. your eyes flutter a few times, as if trying to blink away the question. “...what?”
“sorry…that’s probably inappropriate to ask but i guess i’m just curious.” she looks ashamed and turns back over to watch the movie as her face turns red. 
“five.” you mumble after a few seconds.
she looks at you again, silently. you feel like all the breath is getting sucked out of your lungs a little more every second she doesn’t say anything. 
“olivia ended things with me. for real this time.” paige whispers like it’s a secret only meant for you to hear. you aren’t exactly sure why she’s telling you this…and you definitely aren’t sure why that makes you feel a bit giddy.
“oh…i’m ––– ” ecstatic. “sorry. that must suck. i know you said you didn’t love her but i’m sure you care about her deeply regardless.”
“i did.” past tense. eye contact. that slow, sultry voice. you feel like you’re drowning in her.
you remain silent, not sure of why her words bring you so much pause. 
“you wanna know why she ended things with me?” she moved fucking closer. her hand brushing up against your thigh and that causes the rational part of your brain –– the part that would tell you things like ‘no it’s too soon’, ‘she just ended things with olivia’, and ‘this isn’t how you wanted this to happen’ –– to shut off completely, only leaving you shuttering and nodding.
“cause she thinks i’m attracted to you.”
oh.
paige slowly trails her hand down to rest on your knee and you’ve never felt so stiff. “she isn’t wrong.”
there she goes with that warm, tempting and inviting voice again. before you even have time to react, she kisses you. you go from surprised to melting within seconds. it’s so natural pathetic how quickly you open your lips so her tongue can sweep in and steal what small fraction of sanity you had left. you couldn’t help it –– you actually moaned into her mouth as one of her hands slid down your body, gripping your waist just enough to pull you to her. both your hands come up and grab onto her shoulders so that you don’t sag to the ground from the pure intensity of it all. this is not the kiss you wanted…but you’ve pined after her for long enough that you forget to care. that’s a problem for future you. 
she pushed you down, separating her lips from yours so that she could position herself above you. you stretched your thighs to make room for her. you blink and clear you throat. “wait…wait –– ”
she immediately pulls away and stares at you. 
“this isn’t a good idea…you just got out of a relationship.”
“it wasn’t technically a relationship.”
paige mutters defensively and you have to physically restrain your eyes from rolling. “you know what i mean.”
“i want you.” she whispers, leaning back into you, hovering her lips over yours and it’s pure temptation. “i’ve wanted you ever since i moved in here…now i don’t have to feel guilty about it…”
“i know you want me too. i’ve seen how you stare at me…just let me have you.” she practically whimpers and you shudder. “it won’t change anything…”
you can’t help but think of all the reasons why saying yes would be a bad idea…you think of every bad reason and then some and ignore them all. “okay…” 
she smirked, wasting no time to rid you of your shirt, sucking in a deep breath when she sees you’re not wearing a bra. for a moment…she just stared. it made you feel awkward enough that you reached up to cover your face, she immediately pulled your hands away from your face, giving you a stern look.
“don’t do that.” she huffs. “lemme see you.”
when you nod, she cups your tits and kisses you again. when you tug at your pants, tossing them somewhere to the floor, she pulls back to stare at you again. 
“you’re so beautiful…” she whispers softly, she trails her hand down to your underwear, groaning at how soft and warm and wet you were. she reaches her hand inside and you gasp at the feeling of her fingers brushing against you. your whole body tenses.
she starts off so slow, so gentle. “harder. please.”
paige snickers at your politeness. “well, since you said please.” she teases and you roll your eyes.
“shut up––” your words are cut off by a moan when she applies more pressure to your clit. 
she laughs again and smirks triumphantly. “you were saying?”
“you’re awful…” you moan. “i...hate you.”
“yeah? your body’s telling me something different, baby.” baby. you moan again. “look at how wet you are, how your legs are shaking…the way you’re moaning for me. you do all this for someone you hate?”
you don’t respond. you can’t. cause she’s speeding up, increasing the pressure. it’s not enough too much. “don’t stop.” and you’re so embarrassed at how quickly she’s gonna get there but you can’t do anything except keep moaning as orgasm washes over you.
she rides it out for you, slowly pulling her hand out of your pants as you try and catch your breath. afterwards you reach for her shorts and shimmy her out of them. this time, she freezes. 
“you okay?” you pant, chest heaving from the afterglow. “is it too much?”
“no, no it’s not that it’s just –– i, uh…olivia didn’t really like to give, i guess?”
you look at her in disbelief. “wait…like, never?”
paige shakes her head and you bite you lip. “well that’s a fucking shame…you gonna let me rectify that?”
she swallows thickly and nods. you guide her to lay back, once her back is against the couch she lets you take off her underwear and she slowly spreads her legs. she’s so wet. it shocks you for a second. 
“don’t start.” she rolls her eyes when you smirk up at her after you get a good look at the evidence of her arousal. “do i need to remind you how –– ”
you lick a long stripe from her entrance and she immediately stops talking. “oh, so that’s how i shut you up…” you tease but she’s too distracted to respond.
you continue your movement, only stopping to suck her clit which causes her to shift away from your mouth on reflex but you’re persistent, keeping your mouth on her despite all your movements. 
she’s moaning, a mixture of your name and pleas and the sounds she makes are addicting. you don’t stop until she’s trembling, physically pulling you away. you lick your lips and she shuts her eyes, trying to catch her breath.
“come here…” paige whispers and you obey immediately, she kisses you –– sloppy and tired and then she wraps her arms around your frame.
she’s so warm and intoxicating, and you try not to let yourself think of the consequences this would have. Especially not when she falls asleep clinging onto you. you allow your eyes to shut with a silent, daunting acknowledgement…this would change everything.
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mleemwyvern · 11 months
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is zedaph really about to get involved in a war? ZED??
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