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GOOD AFTERNOON LAVIII !! hwo are ya :3

i might js make an everyday appearance but HEAR ME OUT !! a year ago or so i made a lil joke saying i want toji to fuck me with his gun but like.. what if he actually did > 0 <

just wanted to share that :333 IM SO HUNGRYYY, im cravin pancakes but im pancakeless :( you could he sleeping so if you are i hope ur sleeping well and dreaming of super cute things :D : D TA TAAAA (that’s a fancy bye)

— pearl anon

໒꒰ྀ ྀིᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ omg gm, i was dreamin’ ! ♡ ‘n i’ve been well, which i hope you've been feeling the same too pearl ! <3 besides the no pancakes disruption ;( ( ! ! but i do hope this feeds ur cravings in some way ??! sob — chocolate pancakes ( >> ) or fruit-based ??

★ ┆ CONFESSIONS .ᐟ ───── TOJI FUSHIGURO ‧

⟣ WARNINGS ‧ MDNI | f! reader | pwp, dub con ( coercion ), gun / fear / and power play, interrogation, degrading, slight praising, squirting, choking / asphyxiation, humiliation, &’ dacryphilia. ᡣ 𐭩 | WC ‧ 1.1K + |

“Tell me where your brother is.” The silencer attached to the sauntering man's gun was cold – at first… The teasing against your ridden hood was no longer enough to set you straight – to spill out any more information he coveted for, solely wreaking a mess out of you; a spill of only silky cum ran down the table he interrogated you on, all shame flowed into a glistening puddle below…

Now the slim, steel barrel between the quaver of your thighs was scolding… “This’ll all end if you just open more than these pretty legs and tell me where my scared little target is. Alright?” And he jams it deep, no hesitation in plugging you up with a loaded gun to the hilt…

Slippery folds spread wide to make room ‘till the invading metal eases in – ramming through your cum-soaked embrace. It hilted in your steaming depths with shocking ease before dragging back with a slight roll; he'd twist at the handle to slide around — left and right, left and right like a q-tip swirling around.

Eyes squeezing tight, “Sir… Please, I told you–” You hiccup, “Told you… I don't know…” You didn't know him, or even knew your brother had a damn hitman chasing him down. Well, it’s a slight explanation as to why he abruptly vanished last week… but you still had no clue of the exact reason!

You didn't know anything!

But you do know, you couldn't risk your brother's life any further. Damnning family loyalty.

The scar lined down the broad man's lips wrinkled stiffly as he frowned, “Where did you see him last goddamnit.” You shake your head, almost a sob falling through feeble lips in response.

Still not good enough. He clicks his tongue.

“Sweetheart,” The mix of gentle words and a pistol shoved up your pussy was… odd, “Before he left, did you at least see him take a scroll?” Raspy voice drawing out slow for you, he tilts his head, “Think real hard f’me, ok?” You barely could muster up words! How in the world could you even remember a stupid piece of paper while a gun is lodged inside you?!

Oh fuck…

Your eyes fill with light, and so does the killers, believing you were about to spew out the truth, “Yeah, yeah, I know that look, tell me.” The only truth spewing out was your cunt reacting vividly to the twisting pole splitting through you.

Another, milky mess splatters at his grey pants and around his gun. Runny with a shimmer – damp and soiled, he soughed as you tremble embarrassingly along the tabletop… Cunt clenching around the working barrel, you cry out; the trepidation, adrenaline, and coerced pleasure from a — truthfully, a hunk of a man was all foreign, shaking a deep rattle in you.

Gasping ‘till the shady room fell silent…

The man's shaggy hair falls with his head, dropping it low with a sigh followed, “It’s just a simple yes or no. Use your words this time, honey.” Patience running eerily low.

Toji had a damn job to do. He was ranked highest in his field of work for a reason. He never cared to show mercy when it came to his money, and that's exactly what his consumers loved. Toji always got the job done one way or the other... Even if working his gun with lethal strokes inside your pussy ‘till you couldn't bare another rumbling high was undoubtedly a way… Anything to get what he needed to get what he wanted.

And before you could reason by catching your breath, your interrogator leans over your feeble body; a stiff leg booted between yours as the other crowded you in on the side. Hovering over you full flush, Toji fills his free hand with your throat, as if he was trying to stifle the very answers out of you.

“I’m giving you one more chance,” Those same words he's said a good handful of times rang through your ears, “Speak up.”

“… I–I…” But the firearm pulling and twisting around your insides was forcing your lips to clamor.

You haven't had room to properly suck in a fresh breath of air in the past three hours…

Verdant eyes scanning your face, so close, you could feel the flutter of his lashes tickle at the stained, wet cheeks that puff out. Welting in tears, you shiver, “I don't… I don't remember…—!” You hear the stiff pistol driving through your silken furrow cock back.

Oh fuck.

“Heh. You really don't now?” Burying all inches of glossy metal inside tight walls, then retracting and slamming down harder, Toji’s grip tightend too, “ ‘Cause I feel like you do. A little birdie told me you even helped him out, huh.” Fuck.

Cum churned with sappy liquids; dragging a translucent milky ring around his suppressor, nothing was going to impede his assignment.

All brisk motions left your gummy insides shivering potently and brain to slosh into a mushy pile… Toji kept at it ‘till you seemed fucked out of your mind. ‘Till you actually couldn't give him any more answers...

<– BACK : PINNED ⊹ ࣪ ˖ NEXT : MORE TOJI –>

#i HAD to write more on ur lil joke !! :p #i might've gotten carried away tho :c sob ♡#🌐 𝐿𝒜𝒱𝐼𝐼 𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐸𝒮!#ᝰ toji fushiguro!#tw dub con #tw coercion #tw gun play #tw asphyxiation #tw dacryphilia #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #📮 [ nonnie : pearl ]

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canirove · 4 months

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 25

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"You have to cut the tomatoes smaller."

"Smaller than this?"

"Yes. That's what the recipe says."

"Ok, fine. Smaller it is" Ben sighed.

"Oh… my God"

"What am I doing wrong now?" he asked.

"Sarina is calling me" June said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

"Then pick up!"

"I can't."

"What? Why not?"

"She's going to tell me that I'm not going to the World Cup."

"You don't know that, June."

"Yes, I do! I'm not ready yet and… Chilwell, what are you doing?"

"Picking up for you" he smiled, giving her her phone.

"You, you… urgh" she groaned. "Hello?" June said. "I'm good, thank you. Just doing some cooking. Yes. Yes. Ok. Yeah, yeah… Thank you. Ok, bye."

"And? What did she say?" Ben asked.

"She… she said… she" June mumbled, tears coming to her eyes.

"Dear Lord, Maxwell. Speak! You are making me nervous!"

"I'm going to Australia, Ben. I'm going to the World Cup" she cried.

"You are going? Like, for real?"

"For real" she chuckled, her little laugh getting mixed with her sobs.

"Oh my God, June!" he said as he hugged her, lifting her in the air and starting to spin with her.

"Ben, stop!" she laughed. "You are gonna make me dizzy!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he replied, stopping but still hugging her. "But you are going to the World Cup!"

"I am."

"I knew all that hard work would pay off. I am so proud of you, June. So proud. I love you" Ben said before kissing her.

There. He had said it. He had said the three words.

And he was putting all those feelings he had for her in that kiss, letting her know that he had meant it, trying to somehow stop her from freaking out. And it was working, because the moment those three words had left Ben's lips, June had wanted to run away like she always did. But she couldn't. The way he was kissing her was making her forget about everything and anything, even her name.

"Come" he said, breaking their kiss and taking her hand.

"Where?" June asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Upstairs. Let's go celebrate the good news."

"You mean…"

"Yes, Maxwell. I want to do it. Don't you?" Ben asked with a teasing smile.

"I do" she nodded. "But are you sure? What about not wanting to become one of my fuck buddies?"

"I know I'm not going to be one of them."

"How?"

"Call it a hunch" he shrugged. "Now, are you coming upstairs with me or not?"

"What about our lunch?"

"We'll eat later. We'll need to recharge" he smirked.

"Chilwell… Did you just quote me?" June laughed.

"Maybe" he shrugged again. "Are you coming or not?

"That'll depend on what you can do" she replied with a mischievous smile.

"Ok, come here you little dirty mind" Ben said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, June not being able to stop laughing.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Penny for your thoughts?" Ben said while playing with June's hair, her finger drawing small hearts on his chest.

"It's nothing, something silly."

"Everything you say is silly, Maxwell. Ouch!" he complained after she pinched his nipple.

"You deserve it for being an idiot" she smiled.

"You know, when Mason said you were fire in bed, I didn't expect it to be violence."

"He said what?" she laughed, turning to look at Ben.

"His words, not mine."

"Men" she sighed. "Do you think we will get to be proper friends again?" June asked, resting her chin on his chest.

"You will. You just need to be patient. And you still haven't told me what you were thinking about" Ben said, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.

"It's nothing, I already told you" she shrugged.

"And I already told you I want to know."

"You are so annoying, Chilwell."

"You weren't thinking the same 10 minutes ago" he smirked.

"Shut up!" she replied, this time hitting him.

"Ouch!" he laughed.

"But now that you mention it… that is what I was thinking about. What we were doing 10 minutes ago. I can't remember the last time I felt something like that" she said in almost a whisper, her cheeks getting warm.

"Wait, Mason never made you… Ouch! June, stop hitting me!" Ben complained again.

"Then stop being an idiot!"

"Ok, ok. No more comments. But what do you mean with something like that?"

"I… I…" she said, back to playing with her finger on his chest. "I can't remember the last time I had sex with someone and it felt like something else. Like there was more to it, more than just something physical, you know?"

"You mean you can't remember the last time you made love with someone."

"As corny as that sounds… Yes" she whispered, feeling her cheeks now burning. Why was she suddenly acting like that? She had never been shy when it came to sex or talking about it. But right now, in that moment…

"Do you know why it felt like that?"

"I have a slight idea." Ha, slight. She knew perfectly well why it had felt different.

"I meant what I said earlier" Ben said after a few moments in silence.

"What?" she said, looking at him again.

"I love you, June" he replied, caressing her cheek. "I know you are probably freaking out again, but I needed to say it. I needed to get it out of my chest. And I know you aren't ready to say it back yet, but I don't care. I'll wait as long as it takes. Your body has done the talk for you and I'm fine with that."

"My body?"

"You just admitted it. We made love, it wasn't just sex. And it's felt different from all the other guys you've been with because you have feelings for me that you never had for them. But again, June" he said, cupping her face. "I don't want to put any pressure on you, you are in charge of the rhythm here. If you aren't ready, that's ok. I will wait. Because you are so worth it, June. You aren't like any other woman I've met before. You are amazing both on and off the pitch, a real role model for many women and girls out there. You fight for what you want, not caring about what the haters say."

"Haters like you, for example?"

"For example" Ben chuckled. "You have beauty and brains, and remember when I told you that my heart had never felt healthier than when I was kissing you? It wasn't just something cheesy to say. It was the truth. Even though you say it is broken, your heart is so big that it manages to fix everything that doesn't properly work on mine."

"Ben…"

"I love you, June Maxwell. I love you and I don't think I will ever get tired of saying it. Because you are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing…"

"Are you quoting me again?" she laughed.

"I'm technically quoting Lady Gaga, not you" he shrugged. "But where was I? Oh, yes. Amazing, show stopping, spectacular…"

"Shut up, Chilwell" she said, putting her finger on those lips of his that she adored.

"Make me" he smirked.

"My pleasure" June smiled before kissing him and letting her body do the talking again, letting it be the one that told Ben what words couldn't just yet… That her heart wasn't broken anymore. That the same way she had fixed his, he had mended hers. That she also loved him.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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noeasyisnoisy · 2 months

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TBB EP 6 & 7 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

js more of my thoughts, except this time i was typing as i was watching instead of after

ep 6:

REX ML

HOWZER!!

A BIT OF THE OPERATOR STARTED PLAYING AND IM SCREAMING I LOVE THAT THEME

SENATOR CHUCHI LETS GAUR

the operator again EEE

WAS THAT TECH??? (it was not)

i love the animation sm. have i mentioned that i love the animation? i love the animation.

ok the guy we all think is tech does not sound like tech bc tech has a slightly more british accent than the other clones and THIS GUYS DOESNT HAVE THAT so i’m a little skeptical

but I STILL THINK HES ALIVE

WAS THAT OMEGA WITH A TOOTHPICK???? i thought that crosshair’s toothpick was supposed to be a substitute for a cigarette WHY DOES SHE HAVE ONE THEN?? 😭

evil clone having a tracker in him is wild THIS IS WHY U DONT TAKE THE ENEMY TO UR BASE

M-COUNT??? MIDICLORIANS????

IM PRAYING THAT HUNTERS SENSES WILL SAVE THEM BC IM QUAKING IN MY BOOTS RN

he didn’t shoot.. ITS FUCKING TECH

hearing him speak again, it COULD be tech but idkkkkkkk

WOLFE????? IM SCREAMING.

ep 7:

robotic arm? or is it some “controlled shock 😀”(yes that was a fnaf reference i’m sorry) type shit?

crosshair’s hand :((

DAD CROSSHAIR

“you’re as bad as hunter!” “oh, i’m much worse.” ILL CRY RIGHT NOW

“i’ll deal with him later” WOLFFE IS SICK AND TIRED BYE

AGAIN DAD CROSSHAIR

“i’ll draw his fire, get to the rendezvous.” “i don’t like that idea-“ “too bad 🙂” PLEASE HE DIDNT HESITATE

HES RIGHT THERE BE CAREFUL OH MY GODDDD

HIS HELMETS GONNA GET KNOCKED OFF IN THE WATER AND ITS GONNA BE TECH IM CALLING IT NOW

ok so i was wrong

also can maybe-tech SHUT UP OMLLLLLLL

“you chose the wrong side 👹” FUCK OFF

i think i’m supposed to think maybe-tech is dead but i highly doubt it

GOD I THOUGHT CROSSHAIR WAS GONNA DIE THAT SCARED ME

“wolffe?” “rex?” i don’t think i was supposed to cry but i did

“i am a soldier of the empire.” NO YOURE NOT

“stand down.” YAAAAAAAAAAAA

I KNEW HE WASNT DEAD

ITS GONNA BE TECH

GOD DAMNIR JS SHOW ME YOUR FACE

ok wait hear me out: maybe it’s cody and not tech- it’s possible but i’m still pretty solid on it being tech bc I NEED HIM

ALIVE

#star wars #tbb #the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb season 3 #star wars tbb #the bad batch season 3 #tbb season 3 spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb echo #cw rex #cw howzer #cw wolffe

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spimmed · 14 days

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⚠️WARNING!! DRAWN GORE!!⚠️

aaron ; the knife of never letting go .. plus other chaos walking doodles

[if u know what happens to aaron in the book u understand ^^”]

aaron oh aaron.. i adore him… hate his guts but adore him. he’s so fucking weird. love his character. i wasnt sure how to go about drawing his appearance but i like how it turned out.

and yes! Hello guys! As promised, i said i’d make more chaos walking content.. here we are! Better late than never.

I have a few doodles to throw in as i have no other home for these and i feel weird posting unfinished artwork on its own so excuse my rambling about these random things 😔🙏

first, wip drawing of all 3 babies getting SHOT🔥💯 strange how it happened to all of them .

But i was way too lazy to finish the rest and todds arms look like lego arms 💀. But u get the vision i hope

Next are these random plans for an animatic ive had in mind for LITERALLY a year now but am just too lazy to carry out. Two concepts in and im done Bye!

I do not like how i drew mayor prentiss here he looks too young! Well i think i need to redesign my design for him regardless. But its messy anyway so i dont mind much. Todd looks PEEVED😒

I dont believe I’ve posted this one anywhere? Its pretty old but worth throwing in

Ermm this next thing is probably cringe / too self indulgent but its tumblr who gives a fuck

I made an oc..😔 reg oliver (stole a name todd listed at the beginning of tkonlg i think im clever for it) and made him into a goofy character, never drew any more than these bc his design didnt look how i wanted thoufh its still a silly concept i think. Chaos walking is such a random thing to have ocs for i feel lmao

Ok i *THINK* thats every scrap i have to feed to you guys. I hope anyone who sees this enjoys even with my ramblings and unfinished work ILY GUYS!

Stupid davy and todd tbh creature

#chaos walking books #fanart #my art #chaoswalking #chaos walking #chaos walking trilogy #chaos walking fanart #the knife of never letting go #monsters of men #the ask and the answer #todd hewitt #davy prentiss #david prentiss #david prentiss jr #viola eade #aaron chaos walking #yay

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Sweet Pea- Detention

I’m sat in class next to Kevin when my phone rings

“Shit” I sigh trying to quickly rummage through my bag, trying to find my phone to turn it off

“Ahhh Miss YLN you know my rules with phones, detention after school. Now give me your phone” Mr Adams walks over to my desk and holds his hand out waiting for me to give him my phone. I glance at who’s phoning before turning my phone off, it was just an unknown number. I sigh giving Mr Adams my phone who takes it away and places it into one of his draws at his desk

“YN YLN’s first ever detention, thought I would never see the day” Kevin chuckles making me nudge him with my elbow.

The day goes quick and now it’s time to walk into detention. I take in a deep breath and open the door where my eyes are met with a sea of Serpent jackets and some Bulldog jackets

“What’s the valedictorian doing in detention?” I hear Fangs ask his best friend Sweet Pea. I roll my eyes and sit down at a spare seat at the front of the class room

“Right, enough of you know the rules in detention, but to remind you. No talking, no phones, no music, you can do homework or lines. I’ll provide paper and pens if you need them” Mr Adams tells the room. I open up my bag and take my note book and pens do I can start my homework.

20 minutes later and there’s a bunch of noise coming from outside. Mr Adams gets up from his desk and goes to look outside the window. He sighs and turns back to us “stay here, all of you. I’ll be 10 minutes” Mr Adams walks out of the class room and immediately everyone starts talking, I continue with my homework

“So what are you doing in detention?” Sweet Pea sits next to me

“Does it matter?” I whisper wanting not to get into trouble which only makes Sweet Pea laugh

“There’s no teacher in here, don’t need to whisper”

“Can you just leave me alone so I can get my homework done?”

“Come on. This is the first and only time you’ll ever be in detention, let me have my fun” I roll my eyes at SP “ok I’m sorry. What homework are you doing?”

“Chemistry why?” I fold my arms at SP

“Perfect. You can help me with mine” he smiles at me

“You mean you can copy mine? no way” I shake my head no still with my arms folded. The door opens up again and the Mr Adams walks back in

“Sweet Pea would you like another detention tomorrow?” he asks

“No sir”

“Back to your seat then” that’s when Sweet Pea finally leaves me alone l, he sits behind me and I am able to finish my homework.

There’s only 10 minutes left of detention and I hear a sigh and someone tugging at my hair. Quickly I turn around with a frown and see my hair bobble in Sweet Pea’s hand. I snatch it from him and turn back around in my seat, but then I feel him playing with my hair. Is he plating it? I ask myself.

10 minutes is up and we are finally allowed to leave, but I have to say I was kinda enjoying having my hair played with

“Bobble” he asks and I hand it to him still confused to why he’s French platted my hair, or maybe I’m confused to how he knows how to

“How did you learn to plate?“i ask him to which he shrugs his shoulders

“Look I actually could do with help with my Chemistry homework, i guess I’m asking you to pops, just to help with homework, and I’ll buy you a drink at Pops” Sweet Pea actually looks shy for once

“Errr…”

“Just say yes so I can stop hearing him whining all the time ‘should I ask her on a date? we don’t know each other, Fangs what do I do?’ seriously annoying” Fangs tells me and SP immediately looks embarrassed

“Ok. I’ll meet you at Pops tomorrow after school. I’ll help you with your homework and I’ll hold you to that shake” I smile feeling a little giddy about our none date. I can’t deny he’s handsome and I’ve had a little crush on him for a while now

“Cool I’ll see you tomorrow then”

“Bye Sweet Pea” I turn and walk out of the class room and down to the car park where my car is. Tomorrow should be interesting.

#riverdale imagine #riverdale #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine

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slavicviking · 9 months

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Sport's Day (Steddie WIP)

Just a little snippet to entice you because I was (am?) having a writing crisis and this little thing helped me break out of it. Takes place right before summer break in 1985

“Jesus Christ, what the f-“

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” a girl yelps. “I was trying to tie my shoe but I have, like, no coordination so I kind of fell over you? I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry. Balancing on one leg is so much harder than it looks. Like, honestly, how do cheerleaders even do that thing where they-“

“Whoa, hey, it’s fine,” Eddie jumps in before the girl – Robin Buckley, turns out – faints from lack of air. A yellow ribbon hangs limply off her wrist. Maybe it makes him a bad person but there is a sense of relief knowing he will not be the only ‘uncoordinated’ one on the team. Harrington is going to have an aneurysm for sure.

Robin blinks down at him, lips pulling down in a frown. “Oh, it’s you.”

Okay? Mean.

“Yes?” Whatever imaginary comradery Eddie hoped for seems off the table all of a sudden. Well, that’s a bummer. “Why the long face? Not happy to see a fellow nerd on the team?”

“You stepped on my sandwich last week.”

Ah. Well. That would do it, he supposes. The lunch break speeches… they sometimes get a little intense. Eddie gets a little intense, is what the rest of the Hellfire Club would probably say. Eddie’s shoes have known to slam face – sole? – first into the best of what the Hawkins High cafeteria had to offer; which is not saying much, to be completely honest.

“My humble apologies,” he tries a little bow and hopes it comes off as sincere. Buckley looks less than convinced. Tough crowd, what can he say.

“Alrighty, I think that’s all of us,” Harrington’s overly cheery voice thunders somewhere from above him and Eddie, like a moth drawn to a flame, has no other option but to look up. With his hands power-posed onto his sinfully slim waist and the sun positioned perfectly behind him, Steve Harrington seems to have taken it upon himself to alter Eddie’s brain chemistry, braincells leaving left and right, leaking right through his ears, never to be seen again.

“You’re drooling,” Robin’s monotone informs him from his right and he promptly slams his mouth shut, even though he knows the claim is wildly exaggerated. Buckley may be the best or the worst person he’s ever met – he needs to befriend her.

“First up is the relay-race. We need four people. Anyone up?”

Harrington is met with painful silence and that does dim the cheery smile a little bit. Eddie wonders if that is where the King Steve comes out of the hiding, all scary, sharp teeth and disregard of basic human decency. He himself stills, for once not wanting to draw any attention to himself, feeling like a student who doesn’t know the correct answer which, not to brag, if you asked Higgins or any other teacher in Hawkins High, is something Eddie excels in. Curiosity, though, is a fickle thing and he’s fallen victim to it more times that he can count, and so when the uncomfortable silence drowns on, Eddie can’t help but take a look around to meet the Team Yellow, so to speak.

Fred Benson peers at him from his thick glasses. A group of scared freshman cower together. There’s a couple of band kids other than Robin Buckley who forgone glaring at the back of Eddie’s head in order to chew on her lip nervously and stare at the ground. Not a jock in sight.

Steve Harrington couldn’t have landed a worse team if he tried.

Surprisingly he doesn’t look like he’s about to piss himself over it.

Huh.

Probably will post the whole thing tomorrow ok bye

#steddie #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things

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littlelesbinonny · 7 months

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 26: In Which Soft Turns Sharp

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

"I have been in IT for years and I've never once actually seen this happen."

"How does this even happen?"

"It blew up, literally."

"Yo! That's uh... that's a mess."

You were currently standing in the middle of a category 5 disaster. The bottom half of your pants and all of your shoes were completely black; powder-coated by your lovely office printer you were just having words with.

Toner was spewed all over the ugly grey carpet like the remanence of a cartoon explosion. The coworkers and IT tech were standing around amused and befuddled by the whole thing.

Jeff nudged your arm with a giant grin on his face, "did you at least say 'bless you'?"

You wanted to groan.

"No, really though..." Jade, the IT guy asked, "what were you doing again before this happened?"

Another exasperated sigh.

"I've been having communication issues all morning with it and my computer, so after I got sick of trying to repair the connection through my server I came back here to see if perhaps the ethernet was disconnected. It wasn't. Then I was going to get into the settings to see if there was something wrong there, but the screen went all blinky and wobbly, then the fucker shit itself. That's it."

Kind of.

You left out the part where you grabbed the sides of the operating screen in a threat to rip it off it's hinges, then it exploded.

Jade mused on your explanation one more time while the other two morons were drawing finger pictures on the side of the printer with toner.

"Ok - as exciting as this is I'm gunna go and see if I can save my shoes from being stained forever. Bye."

With a huff you kicked off as much toner as you could and immediately headed out the door.

In truth technology had been acting really funky the past few days. First your phone started acting up; the screen would randomly black out while you were using it (the thing was barely a year old so you hoped it wasn't frying already), the location changed on you twice (once it threw you to Paris, the second time to Idaho), and getting your keyboard to work properly was an entire fight all on it's own. You finally turned it off for a couple hours and it seemed to help a little. Then, the clock on your desk started sucking batteries to death. Twice this week you had to change them to keep the damn thing correct. Your work computer had had a couple hiccups and now the printer. Was Mercury in fucking retrograde or some shit???

You didn't bother to tell your boss you were leaving and left the building without saying anything to anyone.

8 days had gone by without Alcina and you were missing her so badly. The bouts of unusual aggression were sporadic and it really wasn't like you, but you just weren't used to such strong feelings about someone and it must be making you a little weird. You guess.

A calmer energy seemed to be following you now but it didn't completely phase out the worry or aggravation. You began to feel better overall since the random muscle attack in your back which helped ease a lot of your tension, but still, you couldn't help but... wonder. You didn't know where she was but somehow she felt closer. You hoped she would be back soon. Sooner than later.

Suddenly your phone began to ring and you reached for it out of your bag.

It was Louis.

"Heyyy man, what's up?"

"I got you another cassette my friend; Miss D and the Pallboys in a rare recording done at a live event - interested?"

"What kind of question is that; hell yes I am - I'll be there in half an hour!"

"See you soon."

Ok, today was not a total bust.

The mirror was not as kind today as she was hoping.

Alcina looked at her naked body with a twinge of scrutiny.

She'd gone through all of this with no fruits for her labor.

After Dmitri and her troops arrived 5 days ago the trail of evidence and any leads went dead. It had gone completely silent. No more attacks, no more sightings, not even a hint of action. While everyone was relieved it didn't sit well with anyone, but what were they to do? They'd scoured every inch of the territory through the sector where everything had taken place, and miles around that.

Nothing. Anywhere.

The 'cave' itself proved pointless; it was caved in not a thousand feet from the entrance. Still, no one was convinced this was over and Alcina agreed. Dmitri and Sylvia kept several outposts active and would continue to do so for as long as they deemed fit.

The deceased mutated vampire lay in the bin hollowing out with nothing more of interest to study it seemed. No bugs, no worms, nothing exited his body to help Joel in his quest to understand him. His tests came up with very little information outside of a strange anomaly in the dead blood he'd collected, however it was nothing he had seen and without a live sample of possibly another mutated specimen he was hitting a dead end as well. How could he research a dead, dying crumb of evidence? Oddly though, when they put his body out to disintegrate in the sun, he didn't crumble to pure ash as he should have. His bones remained slightly in tact, which Joel collected to see if that could lead him anywhere instead.

Mother Miranda had finally been reached; she had indeed been on travel to Romania which is where Donna was finally able to speak with her. Her reaction was... limited at best. Unconcerned and satisfied they had it under control. Donna was unamused by her stance and Alcina couldn't have scoffed harder at her dismissal. She was nothing if not flippant unless it directly concerned her these days. She could rot in hell or Romania for all Alcina cared.

The suspiciousness of the ordeal had everyone who was aware remaining on high alert. This was far from over and neither clan was backing down from their posts to make sure whatever, if ever, something came next, they'd be more than prepared.

Thankfully no word had seeped into the underground and everything was carrying on as normal it seemed.

Alcina had returned home yesterday and was getting ready for a good nights rest in her own bed where it was quiet, and private.

Well, a little.

Donning her nightgown she clicked off the light to her bathroom and exited.

"Ai dormit pe partea asta aseară, e rândul meu," Daniela stated flatly. (You slept on this side last night, it's my turn)

"Conteaza? Încă dormi lângă mama," Cassandra replied, "sunt două laturi, poate s-o lase pe Bela să doarmă lângă ea în seara asta.." (Does it matter? You're still sleeping next to mother, there's two sides, maybe let Bela sleep next to her tonight.)

Bela sighed as she situated at the end of the very large king size bed, "e în regulă, sunt bine aici jos. Atâta timp cât suntem cu toții împreună, nu-mi pasă." (It's fine, I'm fine down here. As long as we're all together I don't care.)

"Dani este doar un nebun, vino să dormi aici." (Dani is just being a brat, you come sleep up here.)

"Nu sunt un nebun!" (I'm not being a brat!)

"Fetelor..." Alcina intervened as she approached softly, "într-adevăr acum, am destul pat și timp și cu mine să merg. Vă rugăm să încetați să vă certați." (Girls... really now, there's plenty of bed and time and me to go around. Please stop bickering.)

They smiled at her as she began crawling under the covers with them, nestling down with a smile of her own.

When Alcina returned home she hadn't had a moments peace since she walked through the door. Her daughters had warm blood waiting for her, not the wine, and tended to her every unspoken need. Which, they apparently seemed to make for her by the dozens. Donna had of course informed them of her attack and they were more fretful than she at the news. It was only expected they would be exceptionally doting to their beloved mother when she arrived home. They had nearly lost her once, many many years ago and the memories were still fresh and vivid in their hearts. The bond the 4 of them shared was deeply rooted and strong; Alcina may not be their biological mother in the human sense, but she was their rock and anchor, their protector and very much the loving, nurturing, caring and doting mother figure. While the girls were quite old as far as human standards go, somehow deep inside of them was still a childlike need and fondness with Alcina.

Cassandra had run her a bath, Bela washed the clothes Dani had packed and sent with Dmitri for her, Dani continued to bring warm blood on the hour and while the house was never truly a mess, it was spotless. Spot. Less. Alcina couldn't help but grin at their attentiveness. She jested perhaps she should get wounded more often... they didn't find it humorous in the least.

"Acum, fiicele mele... noapte bună, vă iubesc, dormiți bine," she cooed, caressing their beautiful faces one by one. (Now, my daughters... goodnight, I love you, sleep well.)

Exchanging kisses to the cheek they settled in, snuggling close to their mother as the silence of the room seeped in.

Cassandra, now on the right side of Alcina, caressed her arm softly, "esti bine mama?" (You're alright, mother?)

Alcina smiled, "da, draga. Dormi. Sunt acasă, în siguranță cu fetele mele. Totul este în regulă în lume," she whispered and kissed her forehead once more. (Yes, darling. Sleep. I'm home, safe and sound with my girls. All is right in the world.)

She felt complete.

Almost.

She missed you. She needed you.

Tomorrow she would venture out to see you. She couldn't stand the distance from you any longer.

"More goodies for the pests, ey?"

You gave Malka a raised eyebrow as she scanned the bag of mixed nuts and dried berries.

"Those pests were here waaay before us, it's not their fault we moved in on their territory."

Malka broke her stern visage and smiled brightly at you, "yes yes, good good, you have a Yiddishe Kop my girl."

Malka was an old Jewish woman who ran and owned the tiny corner store a couple blocks from your apartment. It was your favorite place to get groceries and oddities. The produce was always fresh and she was constantly stocking the shelves with fun, niche little snacks from all over Europe and her home in the Netherlands. She'd adopted you as the neighborhood stray long ago and you happily claimed her as your long lost Bubbeh - her chosen term. She was small but a pure spitfire. Her hair was long and white with fading pepper streaks that she wore in a braided bun high on her head. Malka was a darling.

"I still think you should ween them off the dried fruit and give them fresh - it's good for the soul, you know," she advised knowingly.

You chuckled, "they like what they like, who am I to argue? Getting them off the pastries was hard enough!"

She placed the last of your things in your tweed bag and handed it over to you, "my pastries were the cause of several village wars, I'll have you know."

"Yes, yes, I know Sophia Petrillo. I doubt I'll ever see another twenty dropped on my doorstep until I treat them again."

"Ahaha," she cackled, "off with you now, enjoy your evening and give my best to the birds. Tell them Bubbeh wants a twenty dollar bill too next time."

By the time you made it to your block you caught their shadows overhead as they swarmed and landed in the trees in the courtyard. You smiled and treaded around back to the grass and benches on the other side. They followed with happy caws and grunts and coos.

You sat on the bench and watched them gracefully land at your feet as you opened the bag and began divvying out the goods.

You still couldn't tell them all apart yet but there was a considerably bigger one and a runt that stuck out the most. The smallest was easily the most vocal and it was skittish. The biggest one was very regal but had a playful side, you'd noticed. He, or she, would play with the baby squirrels in the neighboring tree, almost a game of tag, it was quite amusing to watch.

The gathering usually gave you odd looks from the passerby's but you got used to ignoring it. So you had a tiny army of crows, so what?

Without giving away the whole bag you watched them trek around the grounds for a while enjoying the falling evening. It was getting a little cooler now, autumn was around the corner. Every season in New York was pretty, except winter. Winter could fuck all the way off in your opinion.

You sighed. As the darkness shifted the hue in the sky your heart silently wished upon the universe that your Alcina was safe and would be back in your arms before too long. 9 days was a really, really long time at this point.

There was no way to accurately describe the sensation that coated you like warm molasses; it was slow in enveloping you and you became light headed, a fuzzy heat trickled through your system and your limbs felt numb and tingly. A smile erupted on your face and you instantly knew this feeling.

In a split second you were off your couch and headed for your room.

There creeping through your doorway was that tall black silhouette you longed and craved to see and touch for 9 too long goddamn days.

"Alcina," you whimpered as you ran to her and collected her in your arms.

She sighed long and heavy as her own strong arms enfolded you with haste. Your scent wafted through her sweeter than a summer breeze offering reprieve from the hot sun and she drove her nose deep in your hair.

"Oh... how I've missed you, draga mea," she whispered near your ear, feeling her own relief and satiation of having you back within her grasp, "I have missed you so much."

"I've missed you so much," your muffled reply came as you slowly inched your face around to claim her lips.

The two of you moaned softly and satisfyingly at the connection. Yes. This felt like home, this felt too good to be lost for so long.

Alcina carefully grasped your face in her cool hands, which you noticed were slightly trembling, and you looked deep into her stumbling slate colored eyes. Pools of ethereal eternity. Somewhere you wanted to be for the rest of your days.

"Hi beautiful," you smiled.

"Hello, dragul meu," she smiled right back.

You snaked your arms back around her torso and clung to her like she might slip away again. Not today Satan, not to-fucking-day.

Although, there was something amiss. Something not quite right. You weren't completely sure what it was but somehow your hands began to pull higher up her back where you found, under her leather jacket, an unnatural heat. And raised ridges of... something.

Alcina hitched as your hands splayed over her wounds and grabbed for your arms and pulled you away. The concern and confusion was not hidden on your face and she sighed, forced a smile and hoped there could have been at least an hour pass before this came to light.

Feeling the hesitation peel off her like layers of a wilted rose you stepped in a little closer to her, taking her hands in yours.

You could throw the thoughts of her absence dealing with something dangerous out the window all you'd like; they would return like a handful of sand to the wind and back in your eyes every time. You knew. You knew.

With a short breath you swallowed your worry, "I know you can't tell me everything, or maybe anything at all for that matter, but... what did I just feel?"

Exasperation was now the most common emotion she was friends with these days. Alcina didn't know how to tell you. It wasn't as if she could hide this forever. But she wanted to. Her healing was so slow - they should be gone by now, but they weren't, and she didn't want to be away from you any longer. Somehow this made her feel too vulnerable to you, a desperation to keep it locked away and never let you into this dark corner of her world.

"Draga..." she started, tossing her eyes away from you.

This was not something you would receive well, in fact she feared for how it would affect you period. How was she supposed to just brush this off as a; 'well, you see draga mea, I was attacked by a mutated vampire that nearly killed me and more lycans than I care to count, that may or may not have many other mates running loose that we can't find, and truly that's just where the story ends for the moment,' and expect you to have a normal reaction. And, at the same time, how could she just say; 'I can't tell you what happened and I'm sorry you have to look at these scars that looks like I fought 8 meet hooks, you'll just have to accept that,' and move on.

Alcina's pause made you lean in closer. You understood the barrage of thoughts you couldn't hear her fighting all too well, so, softly and carefully, you began to remove her jacket and moved to her tight black turtleneck.

Her body immediately tensed and an anxiousness wrapped around her, but what was she to do.

Well, here we go, Alcina thought.

She allowed you to continue and it actually surprised you. You half expected her to grab for your arms again and immobilize your efforts, but she didn't.

As you stood behind her and lifted the soft cloth, the sight that assaulted your eyes sunk your heart to the pits of your stomach like a deflated lead balloon.

Did you gasp? No clue. But you felt ice shoot through your veins at the sight.

"My god..." you whispered, "Alcina... what - who did this to you?"

Your fingers were so gentle as they passed over the raised dark purple scars Alcina almost buckled. The caress didn't hurt but it felt like little sparks of electricity passing through her. Somehow your touch was the most soothing thing she'd felt so far in her healing, or, maybe, she was just starving for your touch more than she had been aware.

As your eyes wandered you could now see in the dim light that there were fully healed scars all over her. All in swipes of 4, like sets of claws. Eventually you just removed the turtleneck all together and rounded her to look back into her eyes. She wasn't completely dodging your glance, but she wasn't seeking it out either.

You tried to choke out more questions as you softly trailed your fingers over her arms, chest, and abdomen. What was there to say, how were you to say it? Suddenly another rushing wave of icy water pelted over you as the memories of that night you had your little 'muscle attack' just about drowned you.

Did you feel this happen to her?

Who or what could have done this? Was the war between vampires and lycans returning?

Your visage torqued the twinge in Alcina's heart. You were so concerned, plighted by a tied tongue. But also, something else. Alcina gently reached out to cup your jaw and offer a soft smile. Truth be told she didn't know what to say either. She didn't want to answer your question.

In your short lived elation to see her you were unable to address the tiredness about her, but now you saw it loud and clear. Her eyes lacked the sparkle of light, her skin looked worn, her lips, thinner, her trembling hands alone should have told you how lacking her energy was.

Taking her beautiful long fingers to your lips you kissed them gently, repeatedly, locking her eyes with yours as you then began to move your hair away from your neck.

Alcina grabbed you up in her arms and held you, "dragul meu, please, I didn't come here to feed off you -"

"I know you didn't but you're depleted, I can tell," you shut down her argument softly, "please, drink," you urged, "I don't like seeing you like this. Please... I want you to."

She didn't budge.

Stubborn ass.

Accepting her refusal you secured your arms even more tightly around her bare torso and held her back. She may have won for now but you would give her your blood before she left, you wouldn't have it any other way. Softly you began pressing your warm lips against her bare collarbone and kissing her cool skin with revered tenderness.

Alcina closed her eyes and leaned into you, feeling you against her seemed to bring down all the pillars of worry and concern around her. But you, your offer, it panged her with guilt and remorse.

Pressing her lips to the shell of your ear she whispered softly, "you are not for my consumption, draga mea, you are more to me than what I think you realize and it pains me to think if I have lead you astray in that... you are not for the taking, for use, for simply delectable taste and pleasure. I love you, I never want you to feel less than my equal, for all sense and purpose of our differences."

You sighed.

"You big dummy," you muttered, pulling back to look into her eyes once more, "I love you too, I love you so much... you're my vampire and I'm your human; I belong to you because I want to. I'm not offering my blood out of - fuck, I don't know - pressure, duty, some form of guilt - no! I love you, I want you to feed because I want to take care of you, because I don't want to see you drained and weak, because your wellbeing is not only my job as your lover but my honor. You're a mighty Matriarch. You fight battles and command armies and rule over a literal underground city of vampires and lycans. I am a chaotic, dysfunctional, boring as fuck but loving human who was just lucky enough to be chosen by you - I can't offer you much, literally, I have like nothing of real value... but you've got my love, my dedication, my heart and blood and whatever else you want or need, ok?"

What have I done to deserve you? Alcina mused in the silence. You were the unintended enigma that was never-ending.

Carefully tracing her fingertips along the outlines of your face, Alcina leaned in gracefully to kiss you. Each caress of your lips together grew a little deeper and a little deeper, everything outside of this room ceasing to exist as she was once again back in the safest place she could ever imagine. Your arms. Your embrace. Your love.

Feeling the inevitable plume of heat deep inside of you, gorging yourself on everything that was this glorious woman, you urged and silently begged for her bite; pressing your body so close into hers, pulling her as near as possible, arching your neck as your lips escaped to graze her jawline. And then you felt the shudder within her; the release of the tiger that was prowling for blood with no need to chase.

Her teeth were sharp and precise and the painful pleasure coursed through you like your blood into her. Bliss, euphoric release; a chaotic intertwining of black and white, up and down, hot and cold.

As the sensation of heat poured down her throat, Alcina groaned out her long-awaited desire to taste you again. Your blood fed fuel to her fire like nothing else in this world, but within the rush this time something else was taking place. Her body began to burn. Her senses thrown into a frenzy. The striking, piercing sensation of an itch so violently unable to scratch tore through her and she ripped her mouth away from your neck with a pained wail.

Alcina's knees buckled and she fell to the floor with a thud.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic

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generalallxsanjishipper · 2 months

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Hi! Welcome.

This is Generalallxsanjishipper's blog

(A long ass nick, I know.)

*stares at the (not many) but 100% "Yes" votes that was in the poll* (How the hell am I supposed to introduce myself? I have no idea, but okay, whatever—)

Killian here! It's not my real name, but it's my art name. I can be called Isa or Bibi as well. My real name is Barbara.

I'm from Italy and I'm a 2001 girl, She/her pronouns, bisexual, introverted, Virgo (too much of a perfectionist sometimes. Ops)

I am a Writer, a Screenwriter and an Artist. I even went to an art school, but the only thing that I learned there is anxiety. Yey.

I love reading. Like tons of books, but for whatever reason I stopped entirely reading books written in Italian and now I'm constantly binge-reading english stuff.

As a Writer, I create tons of Own Characters, yes. I have honestly so many OCs that it's hard to keep track of them between Original Works and Fanfiction. I have to admit that I never wrote as much fanfiction as I'm doing during those last years, mostly for bad experience with criticism in my first fics. But apparently I got over it after randomly starting to write little One Shots of a few different fandoms. It excalated, now.

To read my stuff, you can find me in AO3, Efp and Wattpad under Killian44peeta's nickname. Even as an Artist, you can find me with that nickname on Instagram. I DO NOT have TikTok and I DO NOT intend to have it. If I change my mind, it's gonna rain for months lol.

I have many, many fandoms.

Listing them all is impossible, but my obsessions usually stuck the most when I have a "main crush" in said fandom. If not, they are fleeting at best... And usually the same main crush is the one that I ship with most people (Not always though).

Yep. I'm a multishipper, pro LGBTQ+ and I love polyamorous relationships.

When I hate a ship, I just hate it. No matter how hard you try to change my mind. Still, I'm of the "live and let live policy" because, damn, ship wars are boring and if you dislike something, YOU BLOODY IGNORE IT.

YOU DO NOT STUPIDLY FIGHT SOMEONE AND SAY TO THEM TO K*LL THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY DO NOT SHIP YOUR PAIRING. THOSE PEOPLE YOU SHIP DO NOT EXIST. THEY ARE JUST A WRITER'S FANTASY. NO NEED TO BE SO STUPIDLY CHILDISH. JUST CALM DOWN.

*takes a deep breath*

Thanks.

A few examples of my main crushes:

Animated ones first.

Sanji, Corazon, Reiju and Vivi (One Piece), Douxie (Tales of Arcadia), Zuko (Avatar), Mika (Owari No Seraph), Levi, Jean and Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin), Akashi and Kise(Kuroko no basket), Gwen (Total Drama), Megara (Hercules), Dark Bloom (Winx Club), Hijikata (Gintama), Hyoga, Eden, every Virgo Saint ever except Shun (Saint Seiya+), Shiro and Pidge (Voltron), Lust and Roy(Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood)

Not animated crushes (directly the person, not the role, because if not the list would be sooo much longer, ok)

Daniel Sharman, Danielle Campbell, Colin O'donoghue, Richard Armitage, Ian Somerhalder, Josh Hutcherson, Zoe Kravitz, Tom Ellis, Hayden Christensen, Bridgette Mendler

(am I forgetting someone? Probably. Sorry)

Welp. I dunno what else to say. Hope you have fun inside my blog? If you wanna be friends (chat here, on Discord, WhatsApp... ) and ask questions I'm okay with it? If you wanna talk with me about (my, yours) stories, I'm DEFINITELY okay with it.

:D I love to rant about fanfictions and original works. I love ranting about ocs and headcanon about characters. Yes.

(do not kill me if I don’t answer immediately, I have a life/I need time to draw/I need time to write)

Bye.

-Killian

#Killian'sthoughts #my blog #my post #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #intro post #introduction #blog #blog intro

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checkadii · 2 months

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[blearily] might as well

Hi I’m making a hashtag pinned post tm. So uh yeah

My name is Dol/Check, either works! I use any pronouns, don’t really mind, but occasionally I fiddle w the ones I display on profile :]

(If you know me on the tmi sever that changes like. Every month if not every week lmfao)

shhh. I made a strawpage

I’m going to be so honest right now. I don’t know what to put here. info below question mark

Fandoms I’m mainly part of and may have drawn art for:

- The Magnus Archives/Protocol

- (but if you’ve seen my tma art you know it’s mostly Jon. And Martin. Jmart. Sometimes Mike Crew. I had horrible Jonahbas brainrot at one point and want to redraw so many of those drawings because why do they look like anime gi(EXPLOSIONS))

- Malevolent

- No1 Yellow defender

- Trigun

- (IVE BEEN GOING SO CRAZY OVER IT)

- Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware

- (I have a comfort character. It’s obvious who it is atp. I apologize for that (not really))

- Freeman’s Mind

- HES FUCKING INSANE I LOVE HJM I need to start s2

- Ultrakill

- (I can’t draw robots. Or armour. i think I’ve drawn v1 on two occasions and that is it. regardless I consume stuff for it often enough I’m putting it here)

Will be adding more as brainrots fester ig!

fandoms im also part off. i think. shhh: Sky: Children of The Light, DnDads, The Walten Files, Resident Evil, Portal, Starkids ( i <3 NPMD), Rise of The Guardians (yes that one), Transformers (soundwave!!… prime series is also cool), Baldur’s Gate, Disco Elysium, Fallen London (camelot my beloved), Detroit: Become Human, Hades Supergiant, Horizon, DOOM, I like analogue horror, Marblehornets, EverymanHYBRID, Fear and Hunger, Faith: The Unholy Trilogy, The Mechanisms, Left 4 Dead, The Stanley Parable, Welcome to Night Vale, ok i think im done

I have 1 (one) singular tag I use. It’s checkadii, got (hopefully) all of my drawings on that thang. Might add more like ocs, Long Reblog Chains, idk!

I don't post nsfw (afaik??? knocks brain), maybe the occasional “she x on my y” joke or something along those lines, but generally I am not comfortable doing so, but there may be reblogs here and there of posts that may be suggestive or nsfw, most of them are probably shitposts ngl. Still!

General DNI applies: zoophiles, pro-shippers, racists, homophobes, transphobes, "rtca", you name it.

conspicuous glance at camera. is that everything. yell at me in asks ig im bad at responding in a timely manner but i also like talking a lot. Might add a section for brushes I use on csp. Or ocs. Maybe ocs. Please talk to me about my ocs

okay bye

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sleepy-grav3 · 4 months

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Burnout - Uramichi x Kikaku

A/N: I love my brain... love it so.. so much...

Summary: Kikaku, after pulling a much too stressful all nighter after all nighter, ended up collapsing and landing his face right on Uramichi's lovely man boobs! Kikaku then decides to just go along with it, soon having Uramichi show another side of him, a side he thankfully couldn't go up against.

Tw: Swears, fluff, sorta kidnapping?

A/N: Not really much romance but uh... it hints at it a bit?

“Uramichi! Hey!” Derekida exclaimed as he jogged over.

Uramichi’s eyes lost all life in them.

“Damn it.”

“So I was wondering if you-”

“Ura… Urami.. Mnmnmmmgh…”

The 2 turned to the walking corpse that was heading over to Uramichi, mumbling something incoherent. The zombie swayed and Uramichi stepped forward but stopped when the said zombie aggressively regained his balance.

The zombie swayed once more anyway, making Uramichi take another step, but the zombie did the exact same thing as before.

Yet another sway and Derekida sweatdropped as Uramichi just continued to walk before freezing up at the wide-eyed expression of clear exhaustion the zombie had.

“Ura… michi…”

“Y-yes?”

Before he could say more, Kikaku fell forward, his face landing right on Uramichi’s pecs. Kikaku groaned, staying still and not bothering to move as he closed his eyes and seemed to doze off.

“Kikaku? A-are you ok? Kikaku?”

“WELL!”

Uramichi flinched from the sudden shout of the director, forgetting that he was even there for a moment.

“I was about to say if you can go and help the merchandise crew out! I guess he really came to you, I just knew you were the right person, Uramichi-chan!”

“Chan??”

“Bye now!”

Uramichi looked down at Kikaku. It looked like he was barely able to stand… In fact, Kikaku is actually taller than him by 3 cm, so he shouldn’t be able to rest his head on his chest unless he was… falling…

Uramichi quickly caught Kikaku, but that was a trap as Kikaku jumped into his arms, and clung to him like some koala. Uramichi grunted, lips thinning at the sudden weight.

“Kikaku…?”

“Carry me to the room. I don’t think I can walk anymore… so fucking tired…”

“Right…”

Poor Uramichi…….

Anyway!

As Uramichi carried this zombified koala, he noticed that the man took it as a time to take a quick nap. Kikaku unconsciously snuggled up at the crook of URamichi’s neck, soft breaths tickling Uramichi a bit.

A door to his heart creaked open just a bit.

“Kikaku, we’re here.”

“Nngh… Ok…”

Kikaku didn’t move for a moment, but then sighed and pulled away from the warmth Uramichi provided.

“Right so… I need you to draw something… And.. ugh.. Sorry… I can’t really focus at the moment..”

“It’s fine.. Is the deadline for tomorrow again?”

“Yyyep! And I need you to draw something with the macarons. Bonjour Man was a hit but I have no idea how to make that stupid face or the bird or whatever to be incorporated in this. We have Kumao. We have Usao. We don’t have you. Just… just come up with something. Whatever you do will be great…”

“Kikaku…”

A door to his heart creaked open a bit more.

“Do you like saying my name or something? Should I get the tape?”

Uramichi guided Kikaku to a seat and went to get some paper and grab a pen since nobody had pencils around anymore. He sat back down willingly (what a shocker!) and started to draw his literal nightmare from a while back. Kotori-san inside the macaron.

Odd enough, people seem to adore his night terrors, so might as well go for it-

“I finished… the drawing..”

Uramichi looked over, seeing Kikaku with his head in his arms, asleep.

“Kikaku, I finished the drawing. Please wake up.”

“Hm? Right… kay..”

Kikaku struggled to finish up whatever he had to do, and Uramichi decided to actually stay in his spot.

“So uh… after this do you… After this, are you going to head home and um.. sleep?”

Kikaku paused for a moment before cranking his head slowly to stare at Uramichi. The gymnast shivered under the former’s gaze.

“Sleep? What sleep? I’m going to bang this out early so I can have a day off while still being paid. So go on. Run away.”

Uramichi jumped, pursing his lips and getting up hesitantly. Kikaku simply looked back at his computer, typing and clicking. Uramichi took a few slow steps, heart beating rapidly as he expected to hear the sound of duct tape behind him. Instead, he just heard more clicking. He stopped by the door for a moment, hand already turning the knob enough to push it to open. He was free to leave and yet…

“How much work do you have left?” Uramichi asked, not turning to look at his coworker.

“An hour worth of agony.” Kikaku mindlessly answered, though not as aggressively as he usually spoke.

“Does the work save automatically?”

“With how often the boss forgets to save anything he comes across, I have to.”

Uramichi let go of the knob and spun around, speeding over and grabbing Kikaku’s wrists. He pulled the latter’s hands away from the keyboard with his left hand, the other hand going to the mouse and logging out.

“What the hell are you doing?! I just had-”

Kikaku froze, looking up at Uramichi’s face to see a blank stare. The one he often saw when Usahara angered him. Shockingly, he never actually saw it being used towards him before. If anything, it was the other way around. Being the target of the stare made him shiver. It was out of place. Disturbing.

He pursed his lips, letting the strength in his arms decrease and not bothering to fight back as Uramichi turned off the computer and stacked some of his stuff. Seeing that he wasn’t fighting back anymore, Uramichi let go and placed the stuff into a bag Kikaku had under the table.

Putting the strap over his head to make it cross over his chest, he turned to Kikaku and picked him up, holding him the exact way he had before.

“Woah-! Hey! What the actual fuck are you thinking?! I ain’t some kid-”

Uramichi’s free hand pressed Kikaku’s head onto his shoulder, making the tired man’s breath hitch.

“It’s late, you should sleep.”

“I don’t need to-”

“Sleep.”

That blank stare made Kikaku freeze up again. He stopped resisting once more as he closed his eyes, feeling Uramichi walk out of the room.

It was weird to see this side of the gym rat. Uramichi was usually more on the timid side around him, almost like a puppy whenever he wasn’t. Sometimes he wished Uramichi wouldn’t act like he’s walking on eggshells around him.

He was doing that now. Kikaku got his wish. And as much as some people would regret asking for this… he couldn’t help but feel his stomach fill with butterflies and his cheeks warm. He buried his face in the crook of Uramichi’s neck, which made the latter flinch and shiver. He could feel Kikaku’s lips forming a smile before he started to chuckle.

“But even when he speaks his mind, he’s still jumpy.”

Kikaku let out a long exhale before his breaths evened out at a slow pace. Uramichi shivered once more with the breaths that hit his neck, but ignored it as he walked the pathway to his apartment.

“I think this is the calmest I’ve seen him.” He looked at Kikaku for a moment, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. “It would be nice to see this more often.”

Uramichi laid Kikaku on his bed, quickly removing all of the Kotori dolls nearby that Kikaku had forcefully sent. Kikaku had woken up a bit, seeing Uramichi above him as he reached for yet another one of those nightmarish birds. His hand shot up, grabbing onto Uramichi’s shirt and pulling him down beside him, too close but… somehow, not to their discomfort.

It wasn’t that Kikaku wasn’t able to control himself, it was more like he passed delusional at this point. It was comfortably warm when Uramichi was carrying him compared to the currently cold bed. He knew that Uramichi was going to take out one of his futons soon. He knew he had some when he had overheard Usahara talking about the sleepover he had with Uramichi once with Kumatani, who had said that he went against his will.

He was perfectly able to prevent this situation from happening. The situation of them lying side by side on a twin sized bed. Well, sort of. It if wasn’t for Uramichi’s reflexes that made him hold himself up, he would’ve landed on Kikaku.

“Ignore the stupid birds. I’m tired.”

“T-that’s fine, but I need to-”

It was clear that his stern attitude was gone now. It seems reality had got to him on the walk to the apartment. Something about that left a bad taste in Kikaku’s mouth.

“I wish he stood his ground with me more. Do I really have to do everything?”

Kikaku shuffled to the side a bit, yanking Uramichi’s arm so that he hit the mattress. From there, Kikaku shuffled a bit closer until his forehead rested against Uramichi’s pecs. It was tempting to move even closer, as his pecs were magnificent.

“I should pretend to trip sometime.”

Uramichi attempted to get away, but Kikaku quickly intertwined their legs and put an arm around him before staring at Uramichi intensely with wide eyes.

“You said I should sleep. So let me sleep.”

Uramichi flinched before letting out a sigh in defeat, curling forward a bit.

“S-sweet dreams…”

“... you too..”

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A/N: Well... that was fun. I finished another one, yay. It's not that romantic, it never really is. I'll make something that actually screams romance at one point though, I swear. When? No clue. But it'll happen one day. My brain will make sure it does each time I look back and the idea will eventually haunt my dreams like Kotori does to Uramichi.

#uramichi oniisan #kikaku hanbee #Uramichi x Kikaku #fluff?

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