#pls this was a sketch that got out of hand just take it
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INVERSE FUNCTION (1)
yandere sukuna x fem!reader; stalking; insp: this song [pls listen to this after reading]
divider by @benkeibear; jjk isn't mine; pls don't plagiarise/translate/repost this ❤️❤️
Sukuna is hooked on you.
He has no idea since when, why or how– but he has a very good idea of the degree he is hooked on you— each and every small bit of you–
Your sleepy face, first thing in the morning as you open the windows to your room, and stare at the sky then the empty street below. Your peppy walk out the apartment, not even an hour later as you head to your classes, always so punctual– so neatly, cutely dressed.
The warm smiles you offer everyone you come across— be it the kids waiting for their bus, the florist, the barista who serves you coffee, or the many classmates you've whenever you step into the class, words of greeting leaving you and brightening the room, more than the sun.
And not to mention the endearing look of concentration your pretty features wear, when the classes start.
Sukuna swears he has to actively, very painfully, restrain himself from walking right up to you and kissing your face off, each and every time your eyebrows gather together and your lips pucker into a pout– only for your teeth to sink into your lower lip not a moment later, the flesh there growing angry red, deliciously so, as you continue taking notes of the lecture.
Although... the man thinks his favourite look on you has got to be the one you wear in the evening: when the classes are over, when all your friends have finally left, when you're by yourself, no longer smiling as brightly as you do. Seeming so tired, so very fragile, as you trudge on the darkening streets back to your flat...
It makes something weird, but not wholly unpleasant, curl up within his chest. So strong that it makes him want to pick up into his arms, and keep you there forever, safe and sound and well-rested. Forever with him, tucked in the safety of his embrace—
Sukuna is not too sure, but he thinks this feeling might be why he has suddenly decided to break into your house today, instead of watching you from afar like he has always done. Or maybe, just maybe...
Watching you from a distance is no longer enough for him.
He has to enter the place you call 'home'.
He has to soak up every drop, memorise every fleck of your life here.
Starting from the random tiny doodles scribbled on the canary yellow walls— to the thick hardcover books and notebooks in neat stacks on the sofa, the table, the floor— to the pressure cooker kept on the oval burner of your gas stove— to the queen-size bed in a floral bed sheet, visible if he walks past the translucent screen between your bedroom and living room— to the sketchbook lying on the bed– its pages filled with– filled with–
Sketches Of Him!?!?
Him working in the garage on a car. Him smoking at the bus stop you travel from. Him dozing in class, head propped up on a fist. Him busy eating sandwiches, binoculars on the bench beside as his gaze stays somewhere above—
The sketchbook is filled with drawings of him, him, and only him—
Something stirs and stutters and stomps on his sternum; albeit he is unsure why. Is it the fact that he finally realises he is standing right in the middle of your bedroom– the most intimate place in your life? Or is it because he is staring at these many sketches your dainty fingers have made of him– so beautiful, so careful, so unlike him?
Can it be the unease clawing at him, stemming from your knowledge of him being in places close to you, where and when he should never be? Or– maybe or– is it the thrill tingling his fingers, when he realises, you too have been at places close to him, where and when you must never ever be...
A door opens and shuts behind him.
Sukuna swerves back to find you standing outside your bathroom, in nothing but a flimsy nightgown, hair still soaking wet whilst the towel hangs off your bare shoulders.
Your eyes jump from him to the sketchbook in his hand then to him— before crinkling into two pretty half-crescents as you smile... Sort of–
"Tea or coffee, stranger?"
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just the sweetest thought of drawing on luke’s back…
warnings: use of y/n once, barley any dialogue, flufffff
a/n: oh lord… this was meant to be very short but i got carried away😭i hope to improve my writing skills in the near future! pls lmk how you feel abt this and pls pls sent requests!!!
sneaking out past curfew was against camp rules, everyone knew this. but luke was a counselor, couldn’t he get a free pass to see his girlfriend? you and him thought yes. there were countless nights the two of you had either snuck out to sit by the lake or venture to each others cabin for the night just to have to sneak out early the next morning.
of course, all this sneaking around had its moments of regret. once you had comfortably situated yourself beside luke when a kid woke up claiming she had a headache. in the dim lighting of the cabin at night all she could see was the unfamiliar silhouette of a woman in luke’s bed. she let out a scream, calling for luke, claiming there was a “scary lady” in his bed only to find luke laying next to said scary lady. the two of you tried your best to keep her from waking the others, but it was too late. the once calm hermes cabin was bustling with fearful campers. you were quick to jump out of the bed and assured everyone that you were not there to hurt them, the girl raised an eyebrow at you.
it was unfortunate, but you and luke were forced to reveal your secret to the hermes children. on the bright side, neither of you had to worry about someone seeing you now.
tonight, you drug you slippered feet over the dirt path leading to the hermes cabin wearing a sweatshirt that wasn’t your own snd that smelt like campfire smoke and wood. it was a size too big for your frame, but like has left it over in your cabin too many times to be an accident so you decided to keep it.
everyone was already sleeping, everyone but luke. he sat on his bed impatiently waiting for you to show up. it had become second nature to the two of you, and luke could barley lay down without the comfort of you beside him. his ears had become ultra sensitive to any sounds, waiting to hear the familiar gentle knock on the window closest to his bed; yet the only noise was the soft snoring or the rustling of bedsheets from the other hermes children sleeping soundly.
his hands found their way to a battered and bruised notebook sitting on his bedside table. you, apollos daughter, the artist, had left your notebook in luke’s room once again. to you, it was a simple and annoying show of your own forgetfulness. but to luke it was so much more. at lunch in the mess hall you would often sketch, but you didn’t let anyone see it. to be honest, luke did really want to see what you were up to all this time but he respected your decision for privacy. but this, your notebook in his room meant (at least to him) that you trusted him. and that’s what mattered most to him.
a short and simple sound of three knocks on the glass window made luke immediately jump up. your figure stood outside the window and his face got red and hot upon seeing his big hoodie over your body. his hands move almost like clockwork as they unlock the window and slide it up, taking a moment to look down at you. you smiling up at him, you who already knows what he’s about to say.
“the doors unlocked, y’know.” he says in a hushed tone as his hand reached out to you. “always is for you.”
you smiled up at him, taking his and in yours. “i know,” once inside luke didn’t waste anytime before pulling you into his strong and comfortable embrace.
“i missed you.” he mumbled into your hair, pressing ghosts of kisses against your skin. his delicate hands expertly traveled down your body to rest on your waist. “i’m literally like, crazy for you, girl.” in between his words like couldn’t stop pressing kisses to your forehead as he pulled you down to the mattress.
a muffled groan came from only one bunk down, causing you to stifle your breaths. luke’s love struck eyes looked up at you as he situated himself on top of the thin sheets. “i’m crazy for you, too.” you pressed a kiss onto the space where his skin and think shirt met, a silent gesture that luke immediately followed up to, peeling the material from his body.
even after months of dating luke still fell victim to the way your eyes graced his body. he felt as if he was one of the gods the children at camp worshipped from the way you kissed all the right spots and told him all the right things. son of theives, and yet you were still the one who stole his heart.
luke went to lay on his stomach, the way he always did with you. but instead of you under him, he frowned when you didn’t lay next to him. “baby,” he whined in a sleepy voice and you felt your heart flutter.
“you trust me, right?” you fingers gently traces the muscles around his shoulders. truth be told, luke trusted you with his life. if the world was crumbling to the ground you would be the one luke would run to. the stars could fall from the sky at any moment and luke would grab them and give them to you. if he had the power, he would make you a goddess. he trusted you to be a better immortal than any of them ever had.
he nodded. “of course, always.”
you hummed a soft response. luke wanted to stay awake, he wanted to see what you had in store for him, but with sleep threatening to plague his mind and the comforting feeling of you sitting on his back was enough to knock him out for the night.
there was no such thing as sleeping in while living in the hermes cabin, so luke rose as the sun did. not to his surprise, you had slipped out the door before he could kiss you good night.
if it weren’t for chirons glares or the endless jokes from the hermes kids and your half-siblings, you would spend every night with luke, really.
and yet this morning luke woke up to the right side of his bed empty and a post it note stuck to his forehead. the yellow paper read: “you fell asleep before i left, see you tomorrow xoxo” reading it made luke feel weak with admiration, he carefully folded up the paper and slid it into his pillowcase.
sun shone through the tallest tree tops down onto camp half blood as the early risers began to scatter themselves across camp, participating in multiple activities. the weekend were always dullers, yet far more calm then the usual routine of the regular week. one of the preferred activities for some of the older campers was the occasional weekend getaway to the lake. there was a secluded lake clearing just a small walk off from the path, hidden deep in the woods; but the older ones liked to take their own days off, basking in the sand or wading in the cool water.
today, both you and luke had been invited by clarisse to spend the day together at the clearing. you obviously agreed, and you spent the whole morning packing a day backpack for yourself and luke, filled with water bottles and snacks and towels, not forgetting luke’s favorite bikini of yours wore under your camp shirt and cutoff denim shorts.
just before the clock struck 9am, luke found himself waiting for you to finish doing your hair before heading out for the day. “i dunno,” you continued you rambling to your boyfriend as he admired you through the mirror. “maybe sword fighting isn’t for everyone. especially not me, i mean, archery i can do. hand to hand, yeah sure. but sword fighting.” after making sure your hair was suitable for swimming and sitting in the sun all day you turned to luke, who looked at you as if you had just graced him with the blessing of the sun.
“i think your good.” he shrugged, picking up your backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, his hand locking with yours out of instinct as you began to walk.
you shoved his shoulder playfully. “you’re my boyfriend, you have to say that.” he sent you a grin back.
the walk to the clearing was peaceful. birds singing to each other while butterflies told secrets to the flowers. as you got closer you could already hear the joyful sound of your friends laughing and already playing in the water.
walking out of the forest onto the rocky ground you and luke were immediately greeted by chris, dean, and clarisse with smiles and laughter. while you hugged your friends hello luke took the liberty of taking your light yellow beach towel and lay it out for you for later. of course, he knew you better than you knew yourself, and he knew that right after you exited the cool and refreshing water your body would shiver and he would be the one to wrap you in his arms to warm you up.
leaving your tee shirt and shorts of the rocks you patiently waited for luke to do the same. he made a silly face then shed the layer of cloth covering his chest.
much to his surprise, chris and dean burst out into laughter. luke’s brow furrowed. “what?” he looked to you for reassurance, and you just smiled.
“i think you got a little something on your back, luke.” chris snickered while clarisse shoved him roughly, that shut him up. luke craned his neck, trying to see what was on him.
you grabbed his shoulders and turned his back to you. his skin was tan from the summer sun, but on top of that was an array of doodles and drawings that covered him from his shoulders to lower back. his muscled back was now delicately traced over with by flowers and stars. the sun and moon kissing each other good night. in your mind it had been you and luke.
luckily, your friend blair came equipped with her own digital camera. “oh! y/n, luke, smile!” she exclaimed. you smiled at the camera with a hand on luke’s shoulder, his back was to the camera but the tattoos decorating his skin were radiant in the sunlight leaking through the trees. it hadn’t been your intention to draw on luke’s back, but once you started you couldn’t stop, artistic mind letting all your emotions fade onto luke’s shoulders and spine. you drew you and him as flowers, as trees, as stars. there was always an invisible string tying the two of you together throughout every universe, every life time.
blair was convincing enough to have chiron to let her print the photos from that day at the clearing. she gifted you and luke the best photo of you posing next to your art, luke’s hand in yours and you grinned happily. after spending another night in luke’s bed, you left the photo on his nightstand.
he hung the photo on his wall next to his pillow to remind him of not only how talented you were, but how much you loved him, to be able to grace him with your talent.
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#percy series#luke castellan x you#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan pjo#luke castellan fluff
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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART I
Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader
enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+
WHEN THE UNEXPECTED NIECE OF MURRAY BAUMAN GETS THROWN IN THE MIX, THE GANG HAS NO IDEA JUST WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR. SCRATCH THAT - STEVE DOESN'T KNOW. YOU GET ALONG WITH EVERYONE WELL. YOU BANTER WITH THE ADULTS, WHO APPRECIATE YOUR HELP. THE KIDS LOVE AND WORSHIP YOU. YOU'RE HELPFUL ALL AROUND. BUT AS FAR AS STEVE IS CONCERNED, YOU'RE JUST NUISANCE. AFTER ALL, YOU'RE THE REASON HE LOST THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND MISSED OUT ON A LIFE THAT "COULD'VE BEEN." IF YOU HAD JUST KEPT YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF THE PICTURE... IF YOU HAD NEVER GONE WITH NANCY AND JONATHAN AFTER THEY LEFT YOUR WHACK-JOB UNCLE, MURRAY BAUMAN'S, BUNKER? HE WOULD BE HAPPY. SO F*CKING HAPPY. BUT HERE YOU WERE. YOU WERE BASICALLY THE COOLER (...AND SURE, MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE) FEMALE VERSION OF MURRAY BAUMAN. YOU WERE SARCASTIC, QUICK-WITTED, TOO SMART FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, AND APPARENTLY BUILT FOR THE WAR. SURE, YOU WEREN'T AS BRASH AS YOUR UNCLE. BUT IN STEVE'S EYES, YOU WERE SOMEHOW FAR MORE OBNOXIOUS. HE DOWNRIGHT HATED YOU. HE WILL FOREVER HATE YOU... BUT WILL HE?
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE COPIED AND/OR REPOSTED ON HERE OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM, OR PUT INTO ANY AI PROGRAMS. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MDNI.
An original fanfiction series, written by Misha St. James.
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I did not proof-read this after Tumblr gave me hell trying to share. So pls excuse possible typos. hehe
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Let's just get to the point, shall we?
Once upon a time, a young boy named Will Byers went missing. Later, he was found in an alternate dimension by the world's #1 mom and a cynical cop turned hero. A girl with a shaved head had telekinetic superpowers, befriend's Will's four loyal friends along the way and helping them track down their missing party member. Then, whatever the hell was on the other side - whatever was in this...upside down...took back Eleven. She'd been missing ever since that dreadful winter.
Fast forward to now: you're sitting in your uncle's bunker, looking at his wild display of efforts. Papers, files, whiteboards covered in multiple words, arrows, sketches - all in different colored markers. Murray Bauman was on a mission, and he would be damned if that grumpy, cynical smart-ass known as Jim Hopper honestly thought that he could dismantle his efforts. Nice try, chum. Game on.
Thankfully, you'd gone to school with Barbara Holland. That's whose parents had assigned the task of searching for her to your uncle. Murray was asking you tons of questions, and you were glad to help. It meant spending time with the only family member you cared for, despite his wackiness. You guys got each other. Bantered well. Got shit done. Honestly, it was also a great way of drinking safely and not with a bunch of rowdy teenagers at some stupid party. You got along just fine with everyone at school. But damn, they could all be annoying.
...especially Steve fucking Harrington, who was now the topic of conversation. You know, given that his house is where Barbara was last seen.
"It just isn't making sense," your uncle huffed, raking his hands through his oily dark hair.
You sipped on the glass of vodka that your uncle had poured you, hissing at the strong taste. Leaning across the coffee table, seated on his couch, you tried to connect the dots with him. "I'm telling you, someone in that group of teens knows what's up. Or at least has an idea."
Your uncle swigged at his vodka, defeated but ruthlessly trying to piece together his clusterfuck of scattered evidence across his wall. "Well then, guess we better grill 'em."
And that's how you come into the picture. When Nancy and Jonathan came to seek out Murray. And when they arrive, they're surprised to see you. They recognize you from school. Jonathan took several classes with you. In fact, the two of you got along well at Hawkins High. No, you weren't close. But you both were cool. Nancy, on the other hand, didn't know anything about you. Just that you took political science with Barbara, and got straight A's across the board. You could've been class valedictorian. But you were not looking for any sort of title that demanded pressure or attention. At least not in high school. Career wise? Sure. Not here, though. Not Hawkins.
"Your timeline is wrong," Nancy is saying, making you and Bauman freeze.
Nancy is telling you that the girl with the buzzed hair is not Russian. She is, in fact, from Hawkins lab. And her name is...Eleven?
So they do know something. And something turns out to be everything.
Jonathan sits you both down to relay everything to you both. And woof, does it give you guys a headache. Strangely, though... it makes a whole lot more sense than some mundane explanation of sorts. Obviously though, that puts you all in a tough spot where you'll all need to put your heads together. So the two classmates of yours stay, sharing in chilled Smirnoff and having to endure the hilarity that ensues between you and your uncle.
You and Murray both banter well with the two of them. Jonathan finds you to be hilarious. Nancy finds you intimidating. Very intimidating. You’re quick witted, darkly humored and independent. But there is a reserved, mysterious sort of feminine energy to you, despite your more masculine strengths and bluntness.
Over glasses of stiff vodka, you all come to the conclusion on how to go about exposing the truth about Barbara Holland's disappearance: water it down.
At the end of the night, you're all winding down -- you and your uncle having convinced the two lovebirds to stay. But when you're telling them they can take your uncle's guest room while you take the couch, Jonathan's asking if he can take the couch. You blink. Huh?
...surely Nancy is not still with --
"Okay, I'm confused," your uncle's saying. "What's going on here? Lovers quarrel?"
You cock an eyebrow, leaning back into the loveseat.
But Jonathan and Nancy are then talking over each other with weird, flustered excuses...saying they're just friends.
You and your uncle bust out laughing. And then you're shrinking back in your seat, knowing what's coming: one of your Uncle Murray's lovebird witchdoctor speeches that he barrels into anytime that two delusional people have convinced themselves that they aren't in love. Or at the very least, not into each other.
Uncle Murray is breaking them down, one at a time. He's reading Jonathan like an angsty teen novel, seeing right through him and his brooding, mysterious energy. Trust issues, thanks to daddy issues. Yikes, that makes you sip some more drink.
And then he's onto Nancy, saying that she's harder to read. But he manages anyway. It's the Bauman way.
He's telling her that she's likely like everyone else, "afraid of what would happen if you accepted yourself for you who you really are." He looks at you. "Am I in the right ballpark?"
You nod, swallowing the last drop of vodka in your cup. "That...and afraid of that might happen if she didn't retreat back to the safety of someone familiar."
Nancy looks bewildered. But more than that, she looks caught.
"Name?" your uncle is prodding, snapping his fingers. "Name."
You and Jonathan both say it. "Steve."
Uncle Murray's face is priceless. He feigns adoration, putting on a baby voice as he repeats the name. "Dawh. Steve. We like Steve."
"Yes," Nancy laughs nervously. Eek, you think.
"But we don't love Steve..." Your uncle's words floor Nancy.
And when Nancy's saying something about still being with Steve, insisting that she loves him, you roll your eyes. Even scoffing, getting her attention. Maybe if the vodka weren't in your system, you wouldn't be so bold. But Jonathan's mopey look just gives you more confidence.
"Boom, ladies and gents," you say with a grin. "Second lie of the evening."
"The hell was the first one?" Jonathan asks, blinking.
"You guys being just friends." You and your uncle say something along the same lines, simultaneously. You both laugh together, clinking glasses. The two not lovebirds just squirm awkwardly in their seats.
Finally, you sigh. "Look. You guys don't wanna give up the ghost? Be my guest. I'll happily keep my bed." You stand up, ready to turn in. But not until casting them one last work, pointing a finger. "But if I were you two? I'd cut the bullshit and just share the damn bed."
Murray snorts, rising to stand as well. He stretches. "Welllllp. I'm turning in for the night."
You begin mounting the stairs, hollering: "Better act fast, kiddos. At least before this poison in my system knocks me out cold. Don't worry, Nancy, I don't snore. So if you do choose me, you're safe."
"But that's so lame," Murray adds to that wryly, heading off to his room. You both tell each other goodnight, leaving the two angsty teens to decide their fate.
All you know is that Nancy ends up walking out and not coming back, at one point in the night. Yeah, thought so.
Breakfast the next morning is even more hilarious. You and your uncle ask every single question that drips with innuendo that you ever possibly could. And it's worth every fucking minute.
Murray's gonna need to keep that couch cleaned.
To your surprise, Murray sends you off with Nancy and Jonathan, but given that you want to go and see it all for yourself you don't mind. You’re basically his little spy.
Most uncles send off their nieces and nephews with some good advice, maybe a packed lunchbox or snacks, and a warm hug.
Yours, however, sends you off with a full bottle of vodka, a thick wad of cash and some fun sarcastic banter. But he headlocks you in for a hug, and you cackle. He really is a nutcase, and man you can't help but love him. He is so not the parental type. Yet somehow, he's practically raised you. And in your opinion, you're pretty well-prepared for the world. More than most, in Murray's opinion.
So off you go with Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Buyers, and they both honestly enjoy your company. It helps them get past their umm...well...awkward new reality. That new reality that comes post-sex, after a long ass time of playing the tip-toe game. The sexual tension between them is hysterical to you. But you keep your thoughts to yourself for now. The vodka did most of the talking for you last night.
When you both arrive at wherever the hell your destination is, it's dark outside. And if you're being honest, it's pretty creepy. You're somewhere near the woods, and as you all walk closer you're beginning to see lights approaching you...along with a handful of shadowed figures.
Fuck, you literally just got here.
But then, after a tense several moments... Nancy and Jonathan call out to them. You jump, startled at the fact that they do it so confidently. But the name that they call out suddenly makes it all make sense.
"STEVE?"
"NANCY...?"
And that's how you became a crucial part of the most royal pain in the ass, King Steve's, life.
#steve harrington angst#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington stranger things#steve harrington smut
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𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 !
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : a cute lil sleepover with your boyfriend miles :)
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : <3 this was also requested by anon, so enjoy luv ! (sorry for all the angst on my page rn..💔💔) this is very short due to my mind not being able to cook anything longer up. my minds been a bit all over the place😭😭 sorryyy💔 ART CRED : thokzu on tt
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : miles morales (1610) x reader
ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ
🕷️ while being conjoined at the hands, you both danced around in the pouring rain. your laughter filled the small space you danced in. miles was a nice change of pace in your life, ever since you’d gotten with him, things have changed for the better.
“you’re so beautiful” miles wasn’t usually the type to get all sappy without nearly having a nervous breakdown. “what did you do?” you replied, squinting and pointing an accusing finger at him. “nothing nothing, i just wanted you to know” miles laughed, watching you happily. this moment was cut short by his mother yelling. “MILES GONZALO MORALES GET INTO THIS HOUSE OR SO HELP ME!” her screams were louder than the rain. somehow.
when you two both walked into the house, rio had placed multiple towels on the floor so the rain wouldn’t get spread all over the floor. “you two—“ her lecture paused as she stared at the both of you. standing there soaked holding eachothers hands. “—get changed before you get sick.” she said, throwing even more towels at you two. “nowwww!” she added, watching you both still standing there, giggling.
what you two didn’t know, was that she watched the entire time as you two danced out in the rain. she found it heartwarming as her and jeff did the dame thing when they were kids.
miles wrapped a towel around you and rubbed it all around, creating friction to warm you up. “well, there’s no taking you home in this rain, my mom would kill me if either of us got sick.” miles spoke, looking around his room for a change of clothes for you. “uhh, here” he handed you one of his large white shirts, and fluffy pajama pants that his mom had bought a dupe of.
miles loved to draw, it was one of his favorite hobbies. he would often sketch you during class, as you would be nearly falling asleep at the boring lesson. no matter where he was or what he was doing he would always find himself drawing you. he had multiple sketchbooks already full, and every 2 pages there was a sketch of you.
there was something about the rain that was calming, making you tired. the rain definitely wasn’t going to let up soon, so you joined miles in his room as he completed his physics homework. he rubbed his temples in confusion. he had missed a few days of class, meaning he was behind in work. “you know it’s a trick question right miles?” you told him, giggling at his frustration. “no it’s not? it’s—“ he paused mid sentence, rereading the question. “no way…” he whispered, looking back at you. your giggling finally got to him, making him grab a pillow from his bed and toss it at you.
“hey HEY! it’s not my fault you missed class” holding the pillow up in defense. “you think it’s so funny hm??” he asked, picking up another larger pillow and threw it at you. loud laughter eventually filled miles’ room as you both began throwing pillows at each other.
his parents sat in the living room, listening to the laughter. “hope he’s done his physics homework.” his father spoke through an exhale, finishing his water. in honestly, they were all glad miles was happy and had someone to hang around with. (tehee.. get it? hang aroun? alr my bad don’t block me pls💔)
“okay okay fine! i’m sorry” you apologized to miles who was still hitting you with the large soft pillow. “i forgive you.. for now” miles spoke before falling onto his bed, pulling you close. his body heat quickly spread between the both of you.
soon the laughter died down, and the rain continued to patter against the window in his room. with slow blinks and miles caressing your face, you slowly fell asleep.
“i love you.” miles whispered pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead, watching your chest rise and fall. “you are a lover boy huh? crazyyyy” his father peeked into his cracked open door. “dad! get—“ lowering his voice, “—get out.” embarrassment quickly setting in. as his father left, he closed the door. “he takes after his father.” he mumbled with a laugh.
#💫 » 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ˚ ˛ * 。#miles morales#across the spiderverse#miles g morales#sony spiderverse#spider man across the spider verse#fluff#miles x reader#miles gonzalo morales#miles morales 1610#miles morales x reader
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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌 ✧˚ · .
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You’re studying to be an engineer and cars have always been your passion, making it big on social media with your achievements.. and catching the eye of a certain Monegasque.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: None really! Just a cute social media au. The reader gets hate from a lot of fans, that’s worth mentioning.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Charles Leclerc x engineerstudent!reader
𝐀/𝐍: I’m so sorry I took a big break hehe! I went on vacation and couldn’t update or even upload this! Hope you enjoy it xo 💋
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(Also part two to This summer coming soon 🔜)
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Reverse SAGAU: The Weird Door At My Café
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Hello everyone, pls don't expect much from this chapter,which is going to be part of a series, will be that good. I may have grammatical errors and wrong spellings so please don't hesitate to tell me in the comments about it. English is not my main language. Also, I write some very descriptive and long scenes about what the reader does because i got used to writing descriptive essays so please bear with the long paragraphs and sentences. Thank you.
And yes, I'm back. Also the Misunderstanding series will be updated after my exams this is just in my drafts and I wanted to just upload it.
-Eli
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Tw: Reverse!Isekai!Sagau, Normal Au, Café Au, a bit of cussing like this bit 🤏.
Reader: Gn!Reader, Adult!Reader, Café Owner!Reader
Characters: Reader
Note: Restaurant to Another World animanga inspired au. You can slide into my dms (😝 im joking bro) if you ever want to be tagged in my works just tell me what series you want to be tagged in or all of them. thank you <3.
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You close your eyes and think back to that very fateful day — the day that entirely altered your life's course and shatter any semblance of normalcy you once knew. The memory is etched in your mind, clear and vivid. The secret your café had.
You had always dreamed of owning your very own café when you get older. It had always consumed your thoughts and fueled your ambitions. Doing everything you can to be able to make your dream come true. It was a dream that guided you through your highs and lows, the setbacks and triumphs, and now, your very own cafe is now right infront of your eyes. You stand awe, gazing upon your newly built dream café that represents your years of hard work and dedication. It almost feels surreal. The weight of such an accomplishment settles in your shoulders, filling with a sense of pride that it threatens to burst out of your chest.
The obstacles and challenges you faced along the way have not gone unnoticed. The countless hours of planning, the sacrifices made, the hurdles overcome—each scar and battle wound a testament to your unwavering determination. They have shaped you into the person you are today, a person who is standing on the precipice of their own extraordinary creation. In this moment, you can't help but reflect on how far you have come. You just want to curl up into a ball and cry for how proud you are for yourself.
As you approach the door to your café, your hand trembles with anticipation. You grasp the smooth handle, feeling the coolness of the metal against your palm, and slowly turn it. The door swung open, emitting a soft creak that pierced the silence. Above it, a small, quaint bell dangled delicately, waiting to be disturbed. The cascade of delicate notes wove together seamlessly, announcing your presence, like a whispered greeting to anyone who would listen.
You stare in awe and wonder at the interior design of your cafe , captivated by it's beauty. The space exceeds your imagination and sketches, each detail meticulously brought to life. You explore every corner, your eyes eager to take in every detail. The plants you selected with great care breathe life into the space, their vibrant green leaves adding a touch of freshness and enhancing the cozy, warm aura you envisioned. Sunlight steams through the windows, casting a golden glow that illuminates upon your carefully handpicked furniture, adding a touch of charm. Every detail, from the placement of tables and chairs to the color palette and textures and to the shelf placed at the wall behind the counter with small sized standees of genshin impact, comes together harmoniously, painting a reality that is more beautiful than it was in your imagination.
You took one last look at your own café, only to catch sight of a door that had seemingly materialized out of thin air. It wasn't in your sketches, nor was it part of the layout you had memorized. How could something so out of place suddenly appear in your beloved café? How weird. You were sure that when you went inside this café it was never there. It was on the opposite side of the front entrance door of your café. It had a very different kind of design from the doors you had. How weird . Were you perhaps hallucinating? Was your stress and sleep deprivation finally getting to you? You resort to pinching and slapping your cheeks in an attempt to jolt yourself back to reality. Nope. You can still see it. You rushed to go outside of your café. As you step out into the open, your eyes scanning the exterior, you're met with a surprising revelation—the door you saw inside your café is nowhere to be found. It's as if it had vanished into thin air, leaving you bewildered and questioning your senses.
Nonetheless, you breathed a heavy sigh of relief and once again went inside of your café, blaming your hallucination to your stress. However, as your eyes scanned the interior again, you saw the door still there.
'Oh, hell no.' You thought and quickly opened the front door again, took a look at the exterior, look at the door inside, and continued doing that action for a minute. Yup, you're officialy hallucinating.
You looked at the strange door and felt a nagging feeling of curiousity wanting to try and open that door. Maybe it was actually a big ass sticker that one of the builders placed as a prank. You never know. Steeling yourself, you went closer to the door on your tippy toes. Carefully trying to be quiet. Why? You don't know. You just knew you had to. Maybe it was an instinct of yours. You were now infrot of the door and you tried reaching for the door knob still thinking it was a sticker but the coolness feeling in your hands said uno reverse. You abruptly took back your hand in shock. You stared down at the atrocity in front of you. You quickly raised your foot and took off your shoes/heel/slipper and held onto it tightly. Preparing yourself to open the door, you took in a deep breath and reached for the door knob once more. Twisting it open, a ray of sunlight shone through the small crack as you pushed the door open gently.
Your eyes widen at the sight infront of you as you had fully opened the door. The grip your hand had on your lethal weapon widened and it slipped from your hands. The sight infront of you was so surreal. 'This can't be true, right?' your head was going to so many places, unable to comprehend what was going on. You felt kinda dizzy.
You would be a fool not to recognize this place that you had seen so many times throughout your life. A few kilometers infront of you was the City of Mondstadt in view. You could even see the knights guarding the gate and Timmie with his pigeons at the bridge.
The weird door from your cafe was actually a door to the Genshin Impact world. Wow... wtf.
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also pls take a look at my poorly drawn drawing of what your view looks like cause for the love of god I can't seem to explain it:
Also you're in a cliff or something. so yeah
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Strawberry kisses
James Potter x reader
Fluff
Summary: Going camping with your friends and sharing strawberries with James.
Warnings: I'm pretty sure none.
A/n: I thought of this while eating strawberries and someone pls just get me a James potter ASAP 😭
As the sun started getting ready to set, the stuffiness in the tent became unbearable, making you groan and finally open your eyes from your short afternoon nap. Everything was pretty quiet and knowing your friends you knew how suspicious that was so you decided to get up and open the tent. Squinting your eyes as the light hit them.
"Hmmm, has Sleeping Beauty finally awakened?" You groaned at James' remark in return as you crawled out of the tent and felt the cool afternoon breeze hit you. James chuckled at your response and put down the sketchbook he had been using in order to open his arms for you. Which you quickly made your way to in order to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, content to not have to immediately get rid of your grogginess.
"Where is everybody?" You asked after a while of still being too at peace in James' arms.
"They all went on a hike before it got dark." He said, rubbing your back as he picked up his book and pencil to continue his sketch of the camping site, it was beautiful.
"Why didn't you go?"
"There was no way I was leaving my Sleeping beauty alone." He replied matter-of-factly, making you blush.
After a little bit of watching him trace the lines and slowly bring more life to his sketch you stopped him and unwillingly got up from your spot making him raise an eyebrow, but before he could question you, you rushed to the food you had bought earlier grabbing strawberries and going to your bag to fish your secret Jar of Nutella and a fork.
When you returned, proudly showing James the goods in your hands with a huge grin, he couldn't help but return it. He once again put down his sketchbook and pencil, this time completely closing it, and you sat down in the gap he opened for you between his legs with your back towards his chest. Feeling his arms wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly closer as you laid your head against his shoulder, opening the jar and stabbing a strawberry and dipping it in the yummy chocolate. You pointed the strawberry towards James, and he immediately opened his mouth, taking the whole strawberry in one bite. You repeated the process and this time ate the strawberry yourself.
After a while, James squeezed your waist a little before groaning, "Hmm this is the life." The two of you were halfway done with the little basket of strawberries and the sun was setting. Everything around the two of you was surrounded by this golden glow that made your surroundings feel magical. A warm feeling settled inside of you, feeling like you and James were the only people in the world. Feeling the slow rise of his chest behind you and the way his hands traced random patterns in your thigh. You wanted to be in this feeling forever.
As you passed him another strawberry you accidentally moved the fork last minute and a little Nutella smudged on his cheek making him groan, and you couldn't help but giggle. Before he could clean it with his hand (he was planning on using you as pay back, but you didn't need to know that) you got up, turned around, and settled in your knees before you kissed his cheek where the chocolate was effectively cleaning it.
James froze, and you pulled away, looking at his eyes, just registering what you had just done. Before you could mumble a million apologies, James pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, still being able to taste the Nutella strawberries of each other.
"I've been trying to grow the balls for months to do that." James whispered against your lips as you two pulled away, trying to catch your breath.
"Trust me, I do." You both smiled looking at each other's eyes, basking in the little bubble the two of you had created. Before he pulled you in again, in his words, it was to make sure it wasn't a dream.
"You two cannot seriously be kissing already, when I spent the last two weeks planning the perfect way to get you two idiots to confess. Especially after I just spent two painstaking hours explaining it to this group of inepts." You pulled away from James to look at Sirius with crossed arms walking to you two, followed by all your friends, who seemed to be celebrating the ending of the painful pining they've had to see every day for the past year.
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can I have a shy yet a very good drawer GN!Reader who still hasn’t confessed their feelings X Law, Sanji, and Zoro?
Much platonic love And a happi day/night to you! ✨😀
a/n - awww this is so cute anon 💜💜 much love to you as well :)
Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, none
- Zoro is on the shyer side as well, so you both can enjoy some pretty comfortable silences (he’s sleeping)
- he won’t ever admit it.. but he really likes it when you just sit by him while he trains just to keep him some company
- he wouldn’t enjoy anyone else but you, you’re like a little anchor for him to remind him that someone’s always there for him
- you’re an artist, he knows that VERY well. He’s peeked at a couple of your sketches of chopper and Robin, let’s just say he’s very impatiently waiting for his
- pls you ended up sketching Sanji first and he saw that and almost crumpled it up
- didn’t want to ruin or waste your beautiful talent tho
- one day, when he was training, you saw him lifting his weights per usual, swinging his katana, as well as squat jumping and all that
- he looked- unusually perfect today (not that he didn’t before) but- his expression, as well as his figure was almost picturesque
- you started sketching almost immediately, not even knowing your hand could move that fast. You were scribbling so intensely that the lead broke several times, much to your disdain
- “Y/n can you hand me the towel.”
- ….
- “Hello?????”
- he ended up walking over there while you were entranced in your drawing, finally finishing a rough sketch of the quite beautiful “model” zoro
- he saw it and had trouble keeping his jaw from dropping
- he walked back in front of you, surprising you when he threw an eraser at your forehead to snap you out of it
- “Look, this pose is better right?”
- you closed your sketchbook almost immediately.
- oh shit, he saw it
- “make sure my biceps look big please.”
- “I’M NOT A FREELANCER.”
- Law is a man of very few words, and when he speaks they’re almost always very negative or pessimistic
- but he can never seem to say anything negative about you or else I’d beat his ass
- he knows you’re an artist, and that you mainly just like to draw in your alone time, it’s a nice private activity
- mans a stalker
- will literally find the perfect window to your room just to take a peek at your drawings
- why are they all of Bepo and not him
- EVEN SHACHI GOT A DRAWING? TF?
- stormed off like a little baby 💀
- as you can see, he doesn’t get jealous easily
- he hasn’t confessed to you, but it was extremely obvious to the entire crew…
- you two always had tea together in the morning, sat together in down time, went over plans, and even talked normally together (which he literally never does)
- but- you’re lowkey oblivious asf so you don’t pick up the cues 🥰
- you two were drinking tea together, bright and early as he read the newspaper, and you took out your sketchbook
- the rays of sun coming through the tinted windows of the polar tang lit up his tan, cool toned skin perfectly
- he didn’t have his hat on to cover any of his scraggly features. The bags under his eyes, his intense gray eyes, sharp jawline, goatee, everything about him was accentuated in the light
- you started to draw this very bigass crush of yours in the most detailed way possible
- the silence was almost too peaceful for Law, part of him wanted to initiate a normal conversation, maybe- “how are you today?” But the poor guy was too nervous to talk around you
- he peeked over your shoulder to see you furiously adding details to his drawing
- damn he looked good- did he look like that????
- man thought he was so ugly 💀
- hey maybe let’s give y/n a compliment right? That’s the normal thing to do!
- he had a tint of pink on his cheeks, and couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “Why are my eye bags so big.”
- law 💀
- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT - law having and existential crisis
- Corazon be disappointed up in heaven 💀
- “because you have ginormous eyebags???”
- …
- watch him wear concealer now 😭😭😭
a/n - I loved this an ungodly amount lmao
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Left Alone
Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader
Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five|Part Six|Part Seven
The darkness of Crackstone Crypt was the only thing keeping your friends from seeing your rolling eyes. The six of you were crammed behind the founder's resting place, hiding and waiting to surprise a certain goth.
"She's not gonna be surprised," you repeated for the n-teenth time. "We all know Wednesday hates birthday parties."
Xavier just sighs, annoyed with you. "You can leave anytime. We're just doing what friends do."
Before you can retort, the door to the crypt creaks open. While you thought it would be fun to ruin the surprise, dealing with the school elites being annoyed at you seemed more than it was worth.
Wednesday was a perceptive person. She could feel that something was off. It wasn't until she heard a cough did she know where the source was. It was quiet for only a moment before a threat from the goth triggered the surprise chorus of the birthday song.
You were the only one not singing. This was awkward enough.
"I should've known you were behind this." Wednesday glares at Thing. "What part of 'no party under penalty of death' did you not understand?"
You raised your hand. "For the record, I tried to convince them to not do this."
"And yet, you are still here."
"Hard to say no to free cake."
"And I think my cake design is pretty inspired," Xavier said. The cake was almost black with a reaper upon it holding a pink balloon.
"The balloon was my little touch." Enid seemed so proud of her addition. "Why don't you make a wish?"
The birthday girl just turns away from the group. In doing so, her eyes land on a phrase carved in the wall.
"This... This is Latin." She leans close to read it. You step forward from the group, intrigued. "Fire will rain... When I rise."
Enid looks on with confusion. "That's not really a wish..."
"Wait, that first part," you start. "It was burnt on the lawn at the end of Parents' Weekend." Wednesday nods in reply. "It can't be a coincidence..."
Ajax mourns the fact that the cake will remain uneaten. It draws everyone's attention as Wednesday runs her hand across the carved phrase. The vision hits and it throws her head back, making her fall back. Everyone gasps except you, who managed to be quick enough to catch her before the goth's head hit the stone.
Chatter erupts as your friends ask what was wrong. Your hand just goes up to silence them.
"Don't worry about it. It's something that happens." You pull Wednesday towards your body and lift her up. "I'll take her back to the dorms. You guys can enjoy the cake."
Xavier steps forward. "I can help. Lemme carry her."
"I got it, man." You weren't about to let him carry her. You knew Wednesday would rather gouge her eyes out. "Neither of us wanted to be here anyway."
With that, you exit the crypt and hope that Wednesday won't be out for too long.
Sneaking up to Ophelia Hall and into Enid's and Wednesday's dorm room was harder than it needed to be. You had to dodge other sneaking students and Ms. Thornhill. If only you had illusion powers but alas, not yet.
You did make your way up without getting noticed, at least. But, as soon as you laid Wednesday down on her bed, she woke up.
"Oh, well. At least we got outta there." You pulled a chair up as Wednesday sat up on the bed. "What was it this time?"
Dark eyes stare at you. You knew that the chance of the goth answering was slim, but you were curious. The debate could be seen in her eyes before her mouth opens.
"I saw Goody again," she began, to your surprise. "There's somewhere I have to go to find more clues, but I'm not sure where."
"Any idea of where to start?"
"There was a gate. I'll have to sketch it out and see if anyone knows of it."
"It's something at least," you state. "Was that it?"
There was a pause before Wednesday nods. She didn't need to give you every detail. With a nod, you stood up and placed the chair back where it belonged.
"Now that you're awake, I'll let you be. Hopefully the rest of your birthday isn't too annoying." You let out a chuckle. "But, while I'm here, this is for you."
You take out a box from your pocket. Wednesday hadn't noticed it despite it sticking halfway out of the pocket. She takes it cautiously before revealing a dagger within the confines of the box. Unsheathing it, Wednesday inspects the blade.
It was a spear point dagger, perfect for stabbing. The blade itself was sharp, taking no effort to draw blood from her thumb when she tested it.
"An excellent blade. A fine addition to my collection." You preen at the rare praise. "Tell anyone and I will stab you with it."
You raise your hands in surrender. "No one will know. There's enough of my blood on that anyway."
Wednesday tilts her head ever so slightly in question. "Elaborate."
"I made that blade myself. Folded bone steel quenched in my own blood," you explain. "It took me almost a year. I was making it for fun, but I figured it would be a decent gift for you, so... Yeah."
It was a personal project. It was a different way to give a part of yourself away, but you were glad that it was to Wednesday. The goth seemed to realize this and sheathed the blade carefully.
"... Thank you."
"Don't mention it. I'll see you around."
With a salute, you leave with your heart pounding. It feels like you just got that much closer to your crush.
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"Guys! Get out! It's here!"
Tyler screams from the lower floor of the Gates' Mansion as the monster attacks him. Enid and Wednesday try to escape, only to be intercepted by the beast.
"The dumbwaiter! Go!"
The two scurry into the small space and shut the door, creating a barrier between them and the monster.
"What do we do, Wednesday?" Enid was scared out of her wits. "How are we gonna get outta here?" Her whines would've annoyed the goth if they weren't in such a hazardous situation.
Wednesday looks all around until her eyes land on her wrist. At the bracelet that held your favor. She takes it off just as the creature slashes at the door and holds it tight, putting all her energy into it.
The sound of whirling flames draws the attention of the beast as you appear behind it, confused.
"Wednesday? Where ar- HOLY SHIT!" Immediately you fall into a defensive stance. "Wednesday!? Are you okay!?"
"Distract it while Enid and I escape!"
"How am I supposed to- WHOA!" You barely dodge a strike from the monster. With a growl, you let your power flow through you. Claws and fangs elongate as your vulpine features begin to appear. You crouch low as your twin tails furl out behind you.
"I guess we're dancing."
While the beast was large and strong, you were deft and agile. Each swing of its claws were dodged and met with three strikes of your own. It didn't do too much, but it was enough to keep it distracted. At least until the screams of the girls drew both of your attention as the dumbwaiter barrels down its chute.
"Wednesday! Enid!"
The monster immediately moves towards the basement where the girls no doubt would've landed. You chase after it, managing to tackle it hard enough down the basement stairs. A quick glance saw Enid trying to escape and Wednesday looking at the shelves.
"What are you doing!?" You hear Enid yell.
"These are the body parts from the monster's victims."
You use all of your weight to slam into the creature before it gets to Wednesday.
"Get outta here!" You yell before getting smacked into the wall. Your distraction served as an opportunity for the monster.
A groan escapes your lips as the monster stalks towards the escaping girls. With pain shooting through your whole body, you launch yourself at the monster, sinking your claws into its back. A loud roar echoes throughout the basement as the beast reaches back, clawing at you then throwing you across the room before running away.
The only thing keeping you conscious was adrenaline and concern for your friends. That changed when you saw taillights leaving as soon as you managed to crawl out of the house. You let out a ragged scoff.
"They left me..."
Your body starts to shift fully into your fox form, knowing you would heal quicker that way. You were too weak to head back to Nevermore, but you could at least find a burrow to recover at. But the feeling of betrayal will sting for longer.
"She left me..."
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Finished this little one-shot bc I listened to the song Dress by Charlotte Sands which inspired me to write Sirius in a red dress. Also saw @industrations Remus in a silk dress sketch and then read @kaaaaaaarf soft like silk chiffon which was chef’s kiss and I wanted to explore a bit of wolfstar sm*t.
First time writing from Remus’ pov pls be kind this is also not beta’d yet but it was fun!
Dress read full thing on ao3!
Wolfstar. 2k. One shot. Sirius in a red dress and boots AND pigtails geesh (thanks @waxingrunes for basically giving me all the ideas with your art 🫶🏼) nsfw. EXPLICIT. Don’t read if you’re not comfy.
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Remus thinks he might just explode in his pants if he takes another glance at Sirius dancing in that dress. A slinky little number that hits him at midthigh, deep red, with dainty straps made of lace and a sweetheart neckline. His long pale legs are adorned in knee-high, red-heeled boots. The man looks completely edible. Fuckable. Sirius moves to the beat of the music as if his body was created with this specific tune in mind. He’s all grace and elegance, his hips swaying as the dress rides up, up up. He throws his head back, pigtails held back with red ribbon, swaying as he moves, his mouth open in a wide, devilish smirk. He’s got so many eyes on him from all sides of the crowded room, but he’s only looking in one direction.
Remus sits at the bar, elbow bent, his hand supporting his head while he takes a break from dancing, with Regulus sitting next to him. He’s gritting his teeth, jaw clenched, as Sirius raises a perfect eyebrow at him and licks the pouty upper lip with a tongue that Remus is very familiar with. He watches as his boyfriend runs his hands down his body, slowly, all the while holding his gaze. Remus is gripping onto his drink so tight; that he thinks it might shatter in his hands. He’s completely hypnotized as Sirius takes a black polished finger and pulls at his bottom lip. He can barely make out the tattoo there from his spot, but he knows what the ink on his inner lip reads. He’s sucked on that specific spot too many times to count. Tattooed in a traditional style font. The word Daddy. He swallows heavily as his cock twitches in his trousers, and he shifts in his seat.
#wolfstar#wolfstar one shot#kinda edited it but I also miss shit#Sirius in a dress#Remus going feral#wolfstar smut#couldn’t get this outta my head so here ya go#oh and sirius with pigtails bc waxing runes gd#dedicated to cerci as this is my first wolfstar piece and her Remus and Sirius are my bbys
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Miles-1610B Headcanons
Giving you guys some content whilst Labyrinth is still in process !
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IN-A-RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS:
• Miles would be the typa guy that gets super concerned whenever you're out alone without him, texting you every 10 minutes like a worried mom.
Miles: “BABY ARE YOU OKAY??”
You: Yeah i'm just out with my friends, don't worry!
Miles: “ALRIGHT TEXT ME WHEN U WANT ME TO PICK U UPP, ILY AND STAY SAFE PLS ❤️”
• At the first months and weeks of your relationship, he isn't as clingy as he doesn't wanna pressure you too much, but when the two of you have been together for a long time, he starts to get a little clingy.
• If you have pets with him he will absolutely cherish and treat the pet like its his child, even purchasing a stroller for it when you walk around malls!
• Buys the two of you matching sneakers, he just thinks they're stylish and cute.
• Words of affection, quality time, and acts of service are his main love languages.
• Sketches you from time to time, if you take a peek at his sketch book, you find doodles of you and beautiful sketched portraits.
• Sometimes when you're not with him, he gets bored and goes to put up a graffiti with you on some places, and at some point, you see the graffiti, taking a picture of it and asking if its him (ofc it is)
• When he first had a crush on you, you could notice he was always a bit nervous to talk to you.
Miles: “Yo...! Um.... You got a pen...?” He says with obvious unease and anxiety.
• Babbles to Ganke Lee about how amazing you are and all your best qualities, sometimes he rambles for so long Ganke is sleeping on his gaming chair.
Miles: “They're so adorable and I love the way they hold me and I love their hands, I love their eyes and I love-”
Ganke: *snoring his ass out*
• If you know he's Spider-Man, sometimes he knocks at your window to your room when he gets the sudden urge to visit you.
BEST FRIENDS HEADCANONS:
• A cool best friend to be with, sometimes he lets you decorate his skateboard and takes you to paint graffiti with him.
• He tells you EVERYTHING, even gossips he overhears.
Miles: “Did you know what Peter did-”
You: “No I did not know what Peter did.”
• You know his deepest darkest secrets, and it was he accidentally painted on a cat while he was out painting graffiti and his dad saw the cat.
Jeff (Miles' dad): “I saw a cat on the road and I was like ‘oh a cat’ and it turned... there was some spray paint on its ass...”
Miles: *chuckles nervously* “wow dad... What an odd discovery...”
• It's always a blast having sleepovers with him, if you're an artist, he challenges you to an art battle, and if you're much of a gamer, he challenges you to with him.
• If you can play an instrument, he requests you to play his favorite songs sometimes, and even posts you on his insta.
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Pls wait patiently for labyrinth guys I am having a hard time writing 😭😭😭
#miles morales#earth 1610 miles morales x reader#headcanons#spiderman atsv#atsv#itsv#miles morales spider man#spider man miles morales#atsv headcanons#itsv headcanons#spiderman itsv#cutie patootie miles morales#pikmin#spotify#caexavfics#fics#x reader#reader
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Okay so we know that Howdy got his lip scar from Eddie, can we get the story behind that pls?
The story behind Howdy’s lip scar! :D featuring some lazy sketches
Cw for blood, violence, and knife, attempted murder, uuh mention of body harvesting??
(AU explanation!)
Howdy was just generally being an asshole. Specifically, he overheard a conversation between Eddie and Barnaby where Eddie spilt some stuff about Frank. Overall, he was saying that he didn’t want Frank to know something bad had happened to him, because Eddie couldn’t provide the closure he needed. He knew something bad happened, but didn’t know what.
Howdy had this on tape and was attempting to blackmail Eddie with it. Eddie did try and meet his demands at first, handing over all the money he had. Though, Howdy wasn’t satisfied with like 300 dollars and began demanding other things, things he could sell to others, like body parts.
So Eddie’s having none of this and as he’s handing Howdy his pocket knife to use, he instead lunges at him.
Eddie’s shorter then Howdy but he is a violent little alcoholic lmao, he manages to get on his back and is attempting to slit his throat. It’s difficult, Howdy thrashing around. It’s like that mechanical bull game but Eddie’s trying to murder the bull.
Eddie goes for it, but Howdy throws him off just as he makes the?? Slitting motion? And he misses, slicing Howdy deeply against his lip instead of his throat. Howdy throws him over the counter.
After Howdy realizes that he was just nearly murdered, he throws out Eddie. He also throws the tape out, too, not wanting to try and blackmail Eddie anymore. He does take his money tho lol
#welcome home#welcome home opposite au#welcome home au#Eddie dear#welcome home Eddie#Eddie welcome home#howdy pillar#welcome home howdy#howdy welcome home#thanks for asking!#thanks for the serotonin!
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FATUI MAGIC USERS AU TIME got some doodles done, guess whooo
in loving memory of supreme strange's good writing, i am starting with fatui harbinger strange (totally didnt sketch wanda and mordo before i found out about the catastrophe) ((they're next))
- The Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, Il Dottore / The Doctor
(og dottore for reference)
i love crazyasses!!! alr so clearly not colored but imagine it is, + un-altered outfit (since the one harbinger strange has is a bit different)
super! okay class question nr 1 was the artist attracted to men
alright now to talk about this freak of nature, things i kept from Il Dottore's backstory
(will refer to him as Stephen to differentiate between this AU and the regular Marvel Impact AU where his name is Sufian)
zoinks warning for some crazy shit, mentions of malpractice and totally legal ways of treating patients
☆ this dude wants to create a god and to elevate humans to the level of gods, and the people around him have given him constructive criticism on his ways and research, such as "thats not normal", "please cut it out", and "get that scalpel away from me"
☆ if there are clear lines that cannot be crossed as a researcher and doctor, Stephen does not see them! He has used gods' remains as treatment and he would do it again ((take his medical license away))
☆ harbinger strange is at least 400 years old; he IS human but he created segments or "clones" of himself like any normal person would to surpass the limits of his lifespan (which he later killed for two cool magical rocks, might've as well not made them🙄)
despite everything, he's far more tame and sane than Zandik/OG Dottore in this AU, just a little bit more of a jerk that, instead of starting off with negotiating with Lesser Lord Kusanali, went straight to throwing heretic hands with the traveler
small side note
- Loki takes the place of The Balladeer/Scaramouche, he's a puppet which means -> very bad if there's someone out there that wants to create a god. i dont need to say more, you can imagine how thats going
the more normal people are next, if u have any questions about this weirdo pls hand them over, i love questions
#strange and dottore had a few things in common from the start#like rich boyfriends#i need to start using pose references when i draw im barely surviving#dr strange#marvel#marvel au#fatui au
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I’m not sure if my request have been sent to you or not but here we ge. Bakugou drawing with reader this time just quite and pace a day later he would notice reader putting his drawing in a nice and viable place in her wall like she is proud of him , im craving for some fluff🥹
Yes I got your last request too!! I try to crank these new stories out at least twice a month cuz of daily life but I got around to it today🫵🏽 I’ll combine ur last request with this one since it’s kinda the same premise. As always thank y’all for reading and I hope you enjoy! If y’all have any special requests PLS SHARE THEM WITH ME!! I’d love to write them<33
“Stick to art.”
painting together
peaceful silence
Bakugou is actually good at painting
may or may not have based the painting off of one I actually made…
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“For the love of god will you stop hogging all the white paint?”
“Quit whinin’ will ya? I’ll hand it back just give me a sec here.” You in fact did not get the paint back in a few seconds. With the way he’s got it in a death grip you’re not entirely sure it’ll survive the trip back to you.
“Katsuki, your knuckles are literally turning white from how hard you’re squeezing the tube. You don’t even need that much.”
“You know the more you talk the less “enjoyable” this bright idea of yours is.” He places the tube of paint down on the ground next to your knee.
You both are in your dorm room, your usual tarp covering the flooring under you from any stray paint splatters. It was your grand idea to have the both of you paint together. Actually, it was to prove to Bakugou that painting wasn’t as easy as he chucked it up to be. It started with his comments about your art earlier in the week. You were working on another project for class and spent hours painting and refining the details. The boisterous blonde disrupted your thoughts in place of his own. Why the hell’s this taking so long? It’s just an apple, he’d question. To him, a painting should never take more than at least two hours tops. If anything, watching you paint for hours on end was the coolest thing to him because how could someone have that much patience? He’d never admit it though. And now here you both are, having a painting session in your room to prove to him it’s not as easy as he thinks.
Grabbing the now freed white paint you add a small glob of it to your palette, mixing the specific color you needed. You both have already been painting for almost an hour. It’s Saturday and you didn’t have anything better to do. Before you both started, you’d searched Pinterest for painting ideas. Scrolling through various cartoon characters, Bakugou settles on painting a simple white skull against a black background. The reference is such a him choice. You chose yours a little while after him but refused to tell him your idea. He rolled his eyes and started sketching on the small canvas you’d given him, occasionally asking you if his proportions were accurate.
You both had fallen into a quiet peace. The windows drawn to let the last bits of sun in. The soft sounds of your music thrumming through your small speaker. The slosh of water being dirtied up in solo cups as Bakugou cleans his brush. Just all around good vibes and harmless bickering here and there. You swear you’ve never seen him so relaxed, other than the time he fell asleep while you were drawing him. You look up from your canvas and catch a glimpse of Bakugou’s face. Trimmed eyebrows pinched together in a stare of pure concentration, his lips slightly tucked in as he works on the details of the skull.
His painting technique is quite impressive. Understandably not to your level, but if he took art seriously he could be one hell of an artist. The way he changes the pressure of his grip when outlining the teeth of the skull has you eyeing his piece in astonishment. Where the hell did he learn that from?
“You gonna keep starin’ at my shit or are you actually gonna give your input.” Your gaze lifts from his painting to him. You give a slightly confused look.
“Wait what.”
“Asked if I was doing this line stuff right but you looked lost as hell. Told you to leave that dope alone.” You roll your eyes.
“Ya mama. And yeah you’re doing it right. Just don’t make em too thick.” He side eyes you so hard you’re sure his eyes are about to roll out of his head.
“You’re lucky I’m goin’ to therapy.”
“Aren’t we all.” You give a brief chuckle and continue to work on your painting. The light pink background against the chosen figures ties the whole piece together. A particular song plays from the shuffle queue of your music library. It’s one that you and Bakugou both know. You quietly hum along, bobbing your head. Your ears pick up a rather deep tremor that joins your humming. He’s humming along too, eyes laser focused on his work. In the most non-corny way possible, you try to harmonize with him, doing decent until you miss a note halfway through. He makes sure you’re aware he noticed.
“Stick to art.” He snickers, shoulders softly shaking.
“Mind your business.”
“I’ll do what I wanna do.” He retorts. He’s so sassy and for what.
Another couple hours pass and you’ve both finished your paintings. Katsuki lifts his painted skull with pride, his ego through the roof. It’s actually a pretty solid painting. Albeit, simple, but not bad at all.
“Goddamn Kats, you didn’t do half bad.” You chide with a grin.
“Damn right. Told you this shit’s easy. Just gotta get over gettin stuck in the details.”
“That’s funny because you asked for my help with line work but go off I guess.”
“You’re just a resource. Gotta use what I can to get where I need to be.”
“Damnnn ouch. That’s all I am to you? Katsuki I’m hurt.” You feign heartbreak as you dramatically hold your hand over your heart.
“Idiot. You gonna show me what you ended up paintin’ or not?” You nod, grabbing your canvas and flipping it over to show him your piece.
His eyes are met with an image of two bears, one white, one brown. Their cheeks are smushed together in some sort of side hug. The brown bear does not look amused. He clicks his tongue and tilts his head.
“You really love cutesy shit don’t you?”
You shrug. “Not my fault the Pinterest bears were cute. Stay mad but I’m in my bag.”
“The fuck’s that even mean-”
“Shhh you’re being a hater right now.” He shakes his head as he chuckles deeply, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweats.
“Yeah you’re really lucky I’m in therapy.” You laugh with him and reach for his painting that he left on the ground.
“You gonna leave this behind after you worked so hard on it?” You question. He shrugs.
“Don’t really got a place for it. I ain’t really into displaying things like you. You keep it or something.” You hold onto both paintings as he announces his departure to his room.
The next morning, he wakes up and starts his usual routine. Shower, brushing his teeth and skincare. The shuffle of his house shoes fills the quiet of the halls as he journeys to your room to make sure you’re up to go on your Sunday morning run together. He knocks once, twice and gets no reply. He jiggles the doorknob and he finds it unlocked, meaning you’re probably not inside. He opens your door and looks around to find no you. But what he does find makes his face go warm. There on the wall adjacent to the door, hangs his skull painting right next to yours. A ghost of a smile graces his lips as he shakes his head, closing the door to your room to go and grab you for your run.
bonus: the paintings y’all made
Bakugou’s:
Yours: *optional*
fun fact this is actually a painting I made a few months ago😭
#bakugou headcanons#bakugou katsuki#mha headcanons#mha drabbles#mha x reader#bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fic#bakugou x you
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I need more Jann x reader.
Like reader being fashion designer and u know they are talking and all and like each other.
Like write whatever you want just those things include pls
The Muse | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann
Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (fashion designer!reader)
Summary: Your next job was do design a new costume for a possible Eurovision star, but you never expected to fall in love with anything more than just his performance.
Warning/s: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, short fic
Author's note: This one was long overdue, but it's finally here. I'm sorry that it's too short, but I do hope that you like it! Enjoy!
You were surrounded by mess. But, just to humor yourself so you could feel a little bit better about your situation, you loved to call this kind of mess a "creative/organized mess". Like I said, it made you feel a little bit better. So now, as you looked around the room you were currently in, you couldn't help but to sigh in exhaustion.
You were answering phone calls and writing your ideas and drawing sketches for your newest designs. You were just so swarmed with work, you didn't even have time to go out sometimes. So yeah, you could say that your social life was nonexistent.
It didn't help you when your boss practically broke down the door as he barged in your office. He told you that he had a new job for you and at first you felt like you seriously wanted to murder yourself. You had enough stuff to do as it is and you were really hoping that nothing was going to pile on. Guess you were wrong.
But on the second thought, you didn't find your new task to be as bad as you thought that it would be once you finally found out what was going on. Your newest task/job was to design a special costume for a possible competition in Eurovision song contest 2023. You already got the person's measurements and you even got the pictures along with the measurements and everything else that you could possibly need.
Later that day, the moon was already hight up in the middle of the sky and it felt like it was there just so it could mock your tiredness from work. With another heavy sigh and a cup of coffee in your right hand you slouched down on your chair by your desk in the office. You placed the cup of coffee on the table and started to open your files. You opened the file about your newest costumer. More precisely, you were looking for the pictures your boss gave you along with the folder.
It was safe to say that it felt like your last breath was knocked out of your lungs. The guy for whom you were supposed to design the costume for Eurovision song contest was bloody handsome. No. That was too weak of the word to express his looks. He was gorgeous. Even that was barely enough. He was tall as heck and his eyes were so hypnotizing, it enchanted you. His hair was long, darker brown, and it was perfectly falling onto his shoulders. You flipped throw some of the pictures and you got an idea. The way that he was looking fight into the camera, it did something to you. It felt as if he was staring right into your soul. On that photo he was also wearing eyeliner and that's what gave you the idea. The dark, hypnotizing look with few drops of liquid eyeliner.
You quickly grabbed your pencil and your sketchbook, placing the photos and his measurements in front of you as you threw yourself into your work. You started to draw the mannequin first. Then you started to draw the design for the costume. You started out with plain leather jacket and leather jeans. You decided that everything should be black. After you had that, you started to think of the way to make it stand out.
And that's when you rememberd something. You could just use something silver. At first you thought about putting jewelry on the costume, but you didn't want it to stop there. You picked up your pencil once again after taking a few, well more than a few, laps around your office. You took your sketch book, too, and you started to draw silver chains all over the costume.
You looked out of your window as you drew the last line on the costume and noticed that sun was slowly rising. You quickly grabbed a mannequin and some fabric and chains, and basically everything that you needed as you continued to work on it. After two hours your work was finally done.
The next day you were on your way to the studio where Jan Rozmanowski was supposed to meet you and was supposed to try on the costume for the first time. You carried the costume out of your car after you paked it not that far away from the entrance of the studio. Then you started to walk in through the door. You took the first turn to the left, just like you were told to do and there he was in all his glory.
You thought that he looked even better in person and once his eyes found yours you felt like there was no air in the room for a few seconds.
"Hello." You greeted him, a little bit nervously. "My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I'm a fashion designer that had to design the clothes for your performance."
"Hi!" He greeted you cheerfully as he approached you to give you a hug, that took you a bit off guard, but you were happy to return the hug none the less. "So nice to meet you, I'm Jan Rozmanowski or just Jann."
After the introduction and everything, you gave him the costume so he could try it on. Luckily, it fit perfectly.
Over the time, you would come to his performance and you would talk after, but not just about the clothes or the performance or about that. You were talking about all the personal stuff. You were talking to each other like you knew each other forever. It was silly truly, but you felt like you were slowly but surely falling in love. You really liked him and you were hoping that somehow he liked you more than a friend, too.
Jan would buy you a bunch of your favorite flowers as a thank you for everything that you did to help him. He would call you to get coffee with him. He also always, no matter what, invited you to his every rihursal, every gig, every performance. And you were always there.
After he found out that he will be presenting Poland in Eurovision he got so excited that, as soon as he could, he jumped down from the stage and kissed you.
Soon enough you started to date. You were his inspiration and he was yours, too. You were deeply in love with your muse.
#jan rozmanowski#jann#jann gladiator#jan rozmanowski x reader#jann x reader#fashion designer!reader#x reader#imagine#jan x reader#fic#eurovision 2023#eurovision song contest#eurovision
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Hi!! Hope you’re having a good day so far! I love this asexual!reader x jjk series. Every one of them has been fire!! Could you do asexual!black!reader x Choso perchance pls if you’ve got the time? Anything fluffy or maybe even a meet-cute. Would love to hear your thoughts/drabble. Thank you for all the works so far!!!! 💫
Girl dont make me cry! Also sorry this took 150years and its not my best work so if you want another one let me know😭😭
Drabbles to headcannon ft. Choso kamo
Sketching out the park in the yard of the apartment conplex you live in you sigh frustratedly tearing yet another page out the book.
“You must like trees” a tiny voice says next to you and you notice its one of your neighbors the energetic little boy with pink hair who youve swear youve seen kick through concrete.
“I just cant find the right color” you pout and his eyes widen at all the color pencils you have.
“My brothers good at coloring, he stays in the lines real good. We can ask him” he grins looking behind you and you see a stressed looking man nearly running toward you. His eyes soften when he sees you.
“Cho! She needs help coloring” the tiny boy beams unphased by his brothers distressed state.
Theres large amounts of cursed energy coming from you but you dont seem to be a threat.
“Yuji what did i tell you about running off” he huffs out his robes moving as swiftly as he does. Yujis eyes get watery and his bottom lip trembles.
“But oni-chan” he whines and chosos face instantly softens and you think the soft spot he has for his little brother is adoreable. He somehow convinces his brother to color your trees and you notice he isnt half bad.
“Your struggling because your using one shade of red for the leaves when it should be three to capture how they fade into brown” he points out which you arent too happy to receive.
What? Youre an artist and youre sensitive about your work. You make an excuse to leave shortly after and head back to your apartment.
A few days later you hear a soft knock on your door and to your suprise find Choso and little yuji who smiles brightly at you.
“Oni-chann bought you colored pencils! Its the expensive ones” yuji beams excitedly holding up the gift bag and Choso jaw drops looking at his brother.
“Actually he seen a coloring book he wanted to get you…and i noticed i may have offended you the other night so its a peace offering” he speaks and you notice the marking on his nose you want to ask questions but it’s rude.
Your living room had been transformed into a art studio with paintings, paint, blank canvases pencils and loose sketches floating around and Yuji can help his self as he runs in looking over each piece. Choso is ready to apologize but you instead walk over to yuji explaining all the different artworks and hes shocked at the way he holds onto every word you say.
Its something about the way youre so good with yuji that makes something in him stir not sexual but its like he’s seeing you for the first time.
Yuji comes over every day after school… which means Choso comes over every day.
You start learning how he’s basically good at every thing cooking, drawing, playing instruments, origamii, baking, it actually pissed you off sometimes it was becoming a game of “anything you can do i can do better and make yours look useless” And you were losing.
It’s when he begins coming over without yuji that you enjoy spending time with him and you notice he’s alot more relaxed the pressure to be the best is gone.
He’s only trying to be the best to impress his little brother.
He enjoys doing little things to make life easier for you, taking out the trash, helping with dishes even keeps your company on wash day. It’s the day he collapses from exhaustion on your couch that you realizes he’s such a people pleaser for people he cares about.
And touch deprived. He falls apart when you place a hand on his forehead dark eyes void of anything just enjoying your proximity.
His favorite place is your lap where he lays his head and closes his eyes as you massage his scalp running your fingers through it, his 2 signature buns long gone.
It’s when you hear his soft snores that you turn down the t.v and set an alarm for when you have to get Yuji from school.
Choso never pressures you into anything sexual or even talks about it, why?
Hes our asexual king!
He’s happy with the quality time and returned acts of service the two of you give another. He gets his fill from watching you and yuji interact. He gets his fill when you see the tiredness in his baggy eyes and pat your lap for him to lay down.
He gets his fill when you ramble about your day and coworkers and the latest telfar Bag drop. He LOVESSSS going to the hair supply store and when you let him smell the hair products.
He knows better than to use it because he looked up hair type when you went on a rant about your hair having 2 different hair types.
He closed the window when it began talking about weave because you said you didn’t wear that and that yes your hair grew 36 inches over night and changed texture (you still giggle to yourself about it because he was either so gullible or too polite to ask)
Purposely leaves his hair ties so he has a reason to come back, though between Yuji and his great cooking skills he was always welcomed.
#choso kamo#choso x reader#choso x black!reader#choso jjk#jujutsu kaisen choso#choso x y/n#choso x you#choso x female reader#jjk x black!reader#choso headcanons
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