A NSFW incubus story submitted by @thatweirdlittlegothgirl
Word count: 2187
You flipped the light on, flickering a gross yellow. Your apartment complex wasn’t the Ritz by any means, but it was a roof over your head. Plenty of mould around that you couldn’t scrub away, but if you could find somewhere else it would definitely be worth complaining to the landlord to guarantee your deposit back.
You stood in front of the dingy mirror and looked around in the reflection, before taking the time to examine your face a little more for any unsightly bumps that might have appeared as of late…stress-acne.
Work was the cause of that; the office cliques seemed to be relentless as of late, talking about the Christmas party coming up and what everyone was gonna wear. You wanted to wear that cute outfit you’ve been saving up for, but you weren’t sure it would look good on you. Not on your large body, you thought. After being mocked all the way to the punch-out pad, you came home to a welcoming bottle of alcohol.
After washing your face, you buried it in a towel to dry. Pulling it back, you noticed an additional figure staring back at you from the mirror. It leaned down to you to whisper in your ear.
Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself fantasizing about your history professor.
You got out of the shower, smelling like vanilla and lavender. You had a meeting with your professor soon. You were excited. Professor Seo was very attractive and you wouldn’t mind getting closer to him. So you asked him if you could talk to him about one of the papers you got back. He said that he was available after six and to come to his office around then.
Most of the students and teachers, by then, would be gone. Of course, it was wishful thinking that something would happen between you. It most likely wouldn’t happen. But a girl could dream, right?
You put on one of your favorite dresses, one that made your breasts look nice. Maybe he’d look down as he talked to you, at least once.
how about fortune teller bambam for the au thing if it's not too much trouble? I love your writing btw ur one of my favourite blogs
tells fortunes by reading tarot cards
and owns all the fancy, vintage looking french and latin decks
does he dress up to fit the part? you betcha~
but also,,,,,,,he looks good in gold jewelry and dark eyeliner so honestly let him go off
says he’s an all-around fortune teller,,,,,,,but let’s be real he’s an expert in L O V E
assistant yugyeom brings drinks and snacks to clients waiting and also has to repeat the phrase “the handsome, the great, and the all-seeing bambam will take you now” when calling clients in and ,,,,,,,,,,, everytime it comes out he wants to strangle his friend no joke
you don’t really believe in fortune telling,,,,no tarot cards,,,no tea leaf reading,,,,not crystal balls
but bambam is apparently offering a fifty percent discount for students and so your friends drag you
and as you’re the last to go you kind of don’t expect anything anyway because all your friends come out looking happy and saying that the fortune teller said everything is peachy
and you snort because how can the future be “peachy”
but hey,,,,,whatever,,,,,,,,you already coughed up the money so why not
so sitting there,,,you notice that the fortune teller looks close to your age
with pretty lips and large eyes,,,,,,,smooth skin and soft hair,,,,,,,,,and you wonder did your friends come here for fortune readings - or him
but you take out the four cards as bambam tells you to do
and after a moment of pondering he looks up to you and clicks his tongue
“this isn’t good”
you straighten up and try not to admit to the sinking feeling in your stomach
“what’s not good?”
bambam taps his foot,,,,rubbing under his chin like he’s got much to think about
before meeting your eyes and pointing to one of the cards
“this card means something is going to happen soon, extremely soon.”
you inch forward in your seat,,, “what’s going to happen?”
bambam moves his finger to the next card and you can’t believe it but you’re following along
“your love life is going to take a turn,,,,in a new direction,,,,”
you bite your lip,,,,,,,,,a new direction??????/
“and,,,,,,,,it’ll be with some unexpected,,,,,,,someone you’d never consider before and it’ll turn out,,,,,,,,”
you look up at him,,,,,,,,eyes wide in suspense
and bambam claps his hands together
“,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i don’t know how it will turn out.”
you drop back in your seat, eyes narrowed “of course! i knew this whole thing was a-”
“i don’t know because it hasn’t happened, but what i do know is im free after this sessions - wanna grab something to eat?”
and you freeze because wait, what?
“ar-are you asking me out?”
bambam grins, white teeth shining
“i did say this turn in your love life would happen soon,,,,,,,,with someone unexpected,,,,,,,,why can’t that someone be me?”
opening your mouth,,,you can’t seem to find the right words to say but bambam takes your hand in his and goes
“well,,,,,,,,,,,,yes or no? if you say yes i can finish the rest of the fortune for you”
“well because i can garuntee you, it’ll be a good time and the last card,,,,,,,says that you might just fall for that unexpected lover,,,,,,,”
you look at the card and then him,,,,,,,,, “are you saying-”
yugyeom popping his head in through the door: yeah he’s saying you’ll fall for him
Yeah, you and Steve have been roommates for two years. And
yeah, you consider him your best friend. But you know that Bucky was Steve’s
friend first, and now that Bucky has moved in to the third bedroom, it’s about time
that you accept being the third wheel.
Steve is out of town so you and Bucky hate fuck.
author: sugardaddytony stark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
I wanted to write a fanfic based off of this picture so that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!
He hated organized functions
… well he hated organized anything but that was a different story.
So why was he sitting cross legged on the cold hard bleachers in the freezing rain and wind while groups of his peers danced around and screamed unnecessarily loud?
Oh right, that’s why.
He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face at the gorgeous blonde, now changed out of her cheerleading uniform and into a huge army green rain jacket.
Betty Cooper had all but begged him to come to the pep rally, claiming he was the only one she wanted to see her cheer.
At first he was hesitant, hang around a bunch of kids who made his high school life miserable and freeze his ass off on the riverdale football field?
Not his cup of tea.
But then she looked at him with those shiny green eyes and placed her tiny hand on his forearm, and he was a goner.
As promised Kevin Keller never left your side,
“You think I’m gonna leave you to the dogs, jughead? Please I just finally got a straight male friend, I’m not about to lose him.”
Veronica was following closely behind Betty with a tray of hot chocolates handing them out to her three friends.
“Ya know jug, if I didn’t know any better I could’ve sworn I heard you cheering along, with the vixens.” She smirked and raised a brow
Jughead held the warm drink in his hands, moving over on the bleacher to make room for Betty, he couldn’t imagine how cold she had been in that tiny skirt and sleeveless top.
“You might need to get your eyes checked Ron, although my partner here was loud enough for the both of us.” He smirked at Kevin.
Kevin rolled his eyes daintily sipping his drink.
“I have spirit jughead, it’s charming.”
Before continuing on with Veronica about how hot she looked out there and how everyone would soon be begging for her number.
Jughead glanced down at the beautiful blonde who was snuggled against his arm, eyes closed, drink abandoned on the bleacher in front of her.
Jughead took a second to admire just how damn beautiful she was.
Long dark lashes, smooth tan skin, soft silky hair and had her lips always been that color?
He nudged her softly causing her green eyes to slowly open and peek at him.
“You okay bets?”
She smiled up at him, damn that heartbreaking smile.
“Never been better.”
He smiled back at her before they both snapped there heads up at the sight of a bright light.
Veronica was standing in front of them now holding her phone up and taking pictures.
“Okay you two smile for the camera.”
Kevin was practically crying he was laughing so hard at jugheads face.
“Oh come on jug, you didn’t have a problem smiling all lovey Dovey two seconds ago.”
Betty blushed and he glared.
“I don’t do pictures.”
He felt Betty shift a little closer to him and she smiled
“Come on jug, just one? I need one of us for my vanity.”
Jughead sighed he couldn’t say no to her and she knew that.
He put on a fake smile before Betty smacked his arm.
“Don’t make me tickle you I will do it.”
She flexed her fingers and grinned evilly,
His eyes widened and he smiled
“Fine fine. I’ll friggin smile okay.”
She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
And even if he wanted to say that smile was fake, there was no denying it now he couldn’t get that cheesy grin off his face all night.
Request: Joshua as a demon or succubus? Please? And fluffy I guess ~ Member: Joshua (svt) Genre: A touch of angst but mostly fluffy A/N: I got really excited just talking about Josh as a demon shjsdhe I’m SO sorry I just love these kinds of aus,,, I highkey had fun with this so in the future (when my ask is open) if you guys wanna request more fantasy aus like this or more drabbles with demon Josh I’d be hella down,,, esp since fantasy is actually my favorite genre to write so 👀
Demon Joshua is wild y'all
Like we all know him as this sweet little gentleman but in this au well,,, he is and he isn’t at the same time
But first let’s get a little backstory on this boy
Joshua is able to hide his demonic features at will in order to blend in with human beings, and he’s done so for many many years
Cause like,,, this boy is old as fuck
When he does hide his demonic features he’s honestly just,, lovely,, all smooth skin and soft hair and those eyes that always seem to have a mysterious glint in them
In almost every identity he’s taken on amongst the humans, he’s always managed to make sure that he was well off enough to have nice clothes and plenty to sustain himself
(Though he’s certainly had periods of time where things definitely didn’t work out for him and he found himself struggling but I won’t elaborate on that in this post,,)
And as a result of his charming good looks and the secretive aura of his,, humans tended to fawn over him, to say the least
Like I mentioned, Joshua has been around for a very long time, and if someone who knew him really paid attention and did some digging, they could find little traces of him from here and there
Old paintings sometimes showcased him as a delegator or a friend of nobles and rich families and royalty
Journals of men and women alike often described him in their entries with tones of admiration and affection, but also with curiosity, all of them saying he was clearly a man who didn’t reveal much about himself
Local tales in some of the oldest towns would describe a reticent man who lived lavishly and never seemed to age, and then one day after a string of misfortune amongst the townsfolk, he disappeared
Hell (pun not intended), even in history books sometimes an unnamed man who gave just the smallest amount of influence would be mention, and sometimes, that unnamed man was Joshua Hong himself
Of course, he changed his name, parts of his appearance, and where he lived every few decades just to avoid suspicion, but if you really paid attention to small details in obscure throughout history, you could find where he had left his mark
He typically tried to make his marks as inconspicuous as can be however, and as a result many demons considered him to be one of the more moral ones of their kind
But by all means, a demon is still a demon, and they are inherently notorious for not being good at heart
Especially considering they feed off the souls of humans and feelings of guilt, fear, and sin, like lust and greed and the like
So they’re pretty motivated to get humans to do some not especially great things
Many demons liked to cause large amounts of trouble, like revolts and wars and strings of homicides
But Joshua found humanity fascinating and deeply enjoyed living among it to observe all the humans
So while it was all fun and good (for lack of a better word) to cause noticeable trouble from time to time, doing it frequently was an excellent and fast way to become notorious among humans,, or even be slain by them,,,
So the majority of the mischief that Joshua caused was more,,, subtle, and humanlike
Sure sometimes he’d pull out the big guns like suddenly pray on random strings of victims and steal their souls and leave them lifeless in an alleyway or turn a town against itself before going into hiding for twenty years
But hanging out in a forest by yourself in some cabin to read and brush up on your mental skills was only fun every couple centuries, and so he went with the other ways of screwing around with people
Something he did rather often was convince people to cheat on their spouses, often with himself, because it was surprisingly easy to do when you’re a mystically charismatic and highly attractive mystery man, and the feelings that accompanied this sort of deed were enough to keep him sated for long periods of time
There was also stealing bits of souls (because those fed him the best) so that the person was alive, but something big and important about them changed and caused ripples in their life
There was even smaller things like causing trouble in pubs where everyone was too drunk to think straight, giving people wrong information and spreading gossip, things like that
Joshua knew that humans would be appalled to know he did this sort of thing,, but they would also be appalled to know he was a demon, and this is how demons survive and sustain themselves
Humans viewed him as an enigmatic being, and any of them who managed to get even a little close to him would occasionally find themselves questioning his morals
Joshua had two demonic forms, one that was reserved for any time he wanted, and another that strictly only appeared when he entered Hell
The latter of the two was,,, extremely different from what Joshua normally looked like,,, and not to mention uncomfortable considering how much it altered his body and how infrequently he used it
However, the one he did show to humans, was much tamer
It washed out his skin, making him appear pale and a bit veiny, it added horns to his head that began just above his ears up towards where his temple was that twisted and turned towards the back of his head, it turned eyes from a warm and gooey almond color to a striking gold with the pupils stretched long, it made his teeth long and sharp, it made strangely sharp and small little things pop out along his skin, only to be accompanied by feathers as wings sprouted at will
It changed him from a proper gentleman to something that belong hiding in your closet late at night
The only time Joshua would form his demonic form to a human was because they weren’t going to live long enough to tell anyone,,,
That is, until he met you
Joshua had been “fond” of humans and the occasional fellow demon or supernatural in the past, but he’d never been in love
It wasn’t uncommon for demons to love someone, be it human or otherwise, but Joshua just,, didn’t have that experience??
He didn’t really want to fall in love with another supernatural, and humans,, well humans died, to put it bluntly
And yeah you could find them again when they were reborn and if you played your cards right they would remember you, but that sounded like,,, so much work to a guy who was just kind of having fun and exploring the world and watching history unfold right in front of his eyes
You met him for the first after he moved to a new village, one not far from a large city in a time where the streets were made of natural resources and the engine was something you hadn’t even dreamed of and people were still out exploring and finding new lands
You were the child of a baker and since demons can easily eat human food and must do so if they want to blend in, Joshua figured he might as well find some places to buy his food
He was introduced to you on an early morning in early autumn, your smile comfortable as you moved about the little shop and answered his every question before accepting his money in exchange for a few rolls of bread with a warm look in your eyes
Something about you made him want to come back,,, yeah the food was good and everything but he found himself walking by the window to see if you were in there before he would go inside
Maybe it was the way your hair would look messy after hours of running around between the kitchen and the front of the shop, how nine times out of ten you had flour smeared on your cheek, how he didn’t used to joke often but around you he couldn’t help it because your laugh rang so wonderfully in his ears when he did,,,
It could have been a lot of things, but regardless of what they may have been, Joshua was drawn to you
When your father who ran the bakery pulled him aside one evening and asked if he would be interesting in marrying you (because at the time, dating for a long time or even at all before marriage wasn’t common), Joshua found himself saying yes
The wedding was a small affair, some of the townsfolk attending as well as your family, and Joshua had to make up a lie about how his parents had died a long time ago
But he found himself smiling more during that ceremony than he had in a very long time,,,
Your friends and family embraced him with open arms, and he delighted in the way you seemed overjoyed throughout the entire day, pressing yourself close enough to him that you were never far apart
He knew that humans lives were fleeting and you would die before he would,, but,,, he understood why people fell in love now
Because if being in love meant that he felt as warm and safe and comforted as he did when you clasped his hand while thanking the guests, then he wanted to be in love every day for the rest of his life
He wasn’t saying he was head over heels in love for you yet but,,, if he said there wasn’t feelings there, he would be branded a liar
He found himself watching you with a tender look in his eye as you looked around the house, wonderment in your gaze at his home
It was an amazing house, especially compared to the ones that most people had at the time
It was bigger and full of furniture from all over the world, pieces of art from his past adventures hanging on the walls, little souvenirs from the past places he lived placed here and there
“Where did you get all these wondrous things?” you asked, the awe clear in your breathy voice and an accent you would possess in later lives lacing your words
“I spent my youth travelling around the world and educating myself that way- my parents had died and I needed work so I hopped aboard a ship one day and the crew went along with it,” he replied, the cover story slipping from his tongue as he stepped up to your side as you gazed admiringly at one particular painting. “I met lots of people and made enough money and connections to be allowed to keep all these things when I decided to settle down”
“It’s amazing,” you turned to him, the smile crinkling up the corners of your eyes in the most adorable way as you looked at him
“Not as amazing as you,” he found the compliment came rather easily when he looked at you, and that his heart did a funny little flip when your cheeks turned rosy
The two of you lived your life together in peace, Joshua getting involved in new business opportunities to help the village grow
For the first time in all his life, instead of just being mysterious man living up the hill, Joshua was an active member of his community, and a gentlemanly husband
Yes he still had to do some bad things under the cover of night or when he went on “trips,” but none of them involved adultery anymore, and he did them spaced out so that you wouldn’t be alone or worry about him
He had a soft spot for you and although part of him didn’t want to admit it,, over the years he truly did fall in love with you
Panic welled up inside him when age began to show on your face, realizing that soon it would be suspicious if he didn’t age as well and that he wasn’t ready to face the daunting task of telling you what he really was, lest you were repulsed by him
You never would be, of course, because this was your husband and the man you fell in love with,,, your soulmate if you will,,, but he didn’t know that
So instead of telling you, he crafted a will, making sure to leave almost all his possessions to you and “selling” a few off to a fellow demon named Jun in another part of the world and tracking down an old friend named Minhyun to convince him to move into town and keep an eye after you after Joshua had left
He made sure he had enough savings built up and did his best to find ways to replicate aging effects for a few years before he faked his own death
He ran away after he was certain you had bought it, fleeing the town with a heavier heart than he had ever known
Leaving you was harder than the time he had lived on the streets as the scum of the earth, fled from those who learned of his identity and tried to kill him, or any other hardships he had faced in the centuries he had been alive
Because despite all the amazing things he had seen and done,,, he had been happiest when he was by your side,,
But he really and truly believed that for him to leave was for the best
Minhyun updated him every few years,, you never remarried and lived peacefully in the home until you died in your sleep due a terminal illness nearly ten years after Joshua had left
He met you again in your next lifetime when you were fourteen and already falling for a farmer’s kid and he himself was working with your father
Joshua himself looked a bit different, having done his best to alter his features just slightly and change his clothes and hair
He didn’t look exactly the way your past self had known him, but there was still enough of who he was so that anyone who knew him would still be able to say “That’s Joshua”
You were in love and too young for him, so when he found himself being introduced to you when he went to discuss business at your family home, he simply swallowed his pain up, smiled, and nodded politely as he told you his fake name he had been using for this new life of his
He could see the faintest flicker of recognition in your eyes, but instead of addressing it, he excused himself to the office to get to work
When he left and shook the hands of your father and the other business associates before heading towards his horse, he heard your name call for him in the yard
You trotted up to him, confusion and curiosity coloring your features as you met his eyes
“Have we met before?” you asked, a gentle hesitation to your tone as you tilted your head, your voice the same sound as before just decorated with a different accent. “Maybe when I was a child, perhaps?”
Part of him wanted to tell you everything, to find some way to trigger your memories of your past life,,, but he knew better than that, so he shook his head and told you he simply must be going
He spent the next several years going back to his old tricks, causing mischief but still keeping enough face to do business with your father
When he heard that you had died at a young age not long after having your first child, he went into hiding
He spent the next several years simply hunting for souls almost lifelessly around the globe, his heart yearning to find your reincarnation when it came around again
He had foolishly fallen in love with a human, and as we all know, humans die, leaving him to wander the planet without his other half until your soul returned to it
It wasn’t until he resurfaced decades later and began making connections again that he met the new you
Once again he had changed his looks, but he made them a bit more familiar to Joshua you knew, though his name was once again different
You were the child of a noble this time around, and he met you at a formal gathering full of important businesspeople and politicians and members of various royalties
When he saw you across the room, chatting with a cousin of yours, he could feel his breath being stolen away from his lungs
You were just as captivating as you had ever been, and when you glanced his way after feeling his eyes on yours, he felt himself stiffen unconsciously
But you smiled, and no matter how different you looked from your life when he first met you, there was something about your smile that had stayed the same
He gathered his courage and approached you right then and there
Joshua could tell that you thought something about him was recognizable, but he managed to make sure you wouldn’t mention it, not quite ready to have you remember your past lives in case you were married or something else that would doom him to spend the next several decades without you by his side
But when you mentioned that you had no husband, he could feel his body grow lighter than air
It was a week afterwards that your courtship began
This time, he was able to do it properly before bringing up the subject of marriage (though at the time, couples only tended to be together for a year or so before it came up)
He took you on long walks along riverbanks and to restaurants where you could try amazing foods you had never thought of before
He drove you around in the clunky, early models of automobiles, the vehicles jolting roughly as he tried to figure out the breaks and making you gasp and laugh each time
He held your hand when you two were alone, his eyes searching yours contently
It wasn’t until the night before your wedding that you remembered who he was
You had woken up from a dream where you lived both your past lives over again with a gasp and ran out of your home without even thinking to put on shoes, pounding on the door of his own house in desperation to see him and confirm that it was all true
He was surprised to see you at his doorstep until the words began flowing out of your mouth, your dirty feet stepping onto his carpet and making little tracks
He shut the door as he processed that you had learned everything before sitting you down
“How, Joshua, how do you look so similar in all of my memories?” you asked him, grasping his hands in yours tightly as your eyes searched his own
With a sigh, he knew that this was the end of the line, that he needed to explain to you now what he was and needed to face the reality that you may never want him around you ever again
So he spoke, his eyes clouded with fear and his heart on his sleeve as he told you his side of the story, expecting you to leave the minute he was finished
But you didn’t
You threw your arms around him and kissed him breathless, begging him to never leave you the way he had before and to stay by your side forever and in every lifetime to come, and he could feel his worries wash away as he realized that no matter if he was a demon or a human or anything else, you would still love him no matter who you were
The wedding went on as planned the next day, and the two of you settled down in a town not far from the one you had been born in
The life you lived was dreamy and full of love, the two of you teaching each other many things and him telling you of countless adventures he had over the past several centuries
You two danced around your shared home, his soft singing accompanying the movement of your feet, laughter being exchanged
He no longer had to lie about when he needed to go cause trouble in order to sate his true nature, giving him your blessing to run off so long as he didn’t do anything questionable when it came to relationships (though so long as you were around, he wouldn’t even dream of adultery)
It all just,, worked
You continued this life peacefully for many years, though when you began to age and he did not, the two of you had to move to a more secluded place to avoid suspicion
When you passed away, it hurt less than it had the first two times, Joshua grateful that he had been able to spend as much time with you as he had and had been able to be there when your soul moved on
Of course he still mourned for a long, long time, but the pain wasn’t the same level as it had been before
He met you again in two other lifetimes, though you did not live very long in either of them, he still cherished each moment he had with you
After you died that second time in the late 1960’s though,, he did not see you for a long time
Joshua slipped back into a numb sort of state, doing what he had to in order to stay alive,, but he yearned to find you again
The 70’s and 80’s and 90’s and early 2000’s came and went in a flash, and Joshua felt like a shell of the man he once was
You had been gone for decades and all he wanted was for you to be by his side again, for his hand to be laced in yours
He had nearly given up hope, spacing out as often as possible as the age of technology boomed in the 2010’s
It was many years later, when all his faith in finding you again was hanging on by a thread that he looked up through a cafe window to see,,, you
In a green shirt and a black hoodie, one earbud in your right ear and your converse scuffing the sidewalk underneath you, your eyes glancing around as if looking for someone
You looked different now, of course, as did Joshua, but he knew it was you
In a flash he grabbed his bag and stumbled out the door and to the front of the window, nearly smacking into you in the process
But when you looked at him in surprise, the recognition dawning on your features quickly as your breathing picked up and he could practically hear your heart pound, he couldn’t help but beam
“Hello, I’m Joshua, I’m a bit of a troublemaker, but I’m certain you knew that already my dear.”
Note from Mod Bonnie: While ultimately I DO love how they wrote Jamie and Willie’s parting so heartbreakingly angsty, leaving us (ME!!!) utterly bereft and longing for more, here’s a wee daydream of a scenario where we got *just* a crumb more.
He would not weep. He would not break yet, though he felt the muscles of his face contorting like they themselves would do the breaking. He strained to control it, each breath nearly collapsing into a sob, even as the shame of it coursed through him. You’ve been given uncommon strength in your life, Fraser, for just such woes. You’ve borne far worse than this.
Aye, I have. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to feel only the movement of the horse beneath him. Yet, the bearing of terrible woes time and time again can tear down a man’s power to bear them anew, can they not?
He had known no truth so utterly as that, these last fifteen years or more.
The piercing shrill of the cry—as though the lad were in pain—brought Jamie’s head around at once, a father’s instinct to protect his young. John was holding the boy back by the shoulders, the lad’s wee face—Christ, his face—
May he be damned for it, but Jamie was sliding down from the saddle, not running, but moving toward the boy, who, with a cry of relief, broke free from John’s grip and hurtled up the path for him.
Oh, Willie, he wanted to wail, of course I’ll never leave ye, a chuisle…
Still, he forced himself not to weep, not to lift the boy up off his feet and crush him to his chest, as he so longed to do. He only knelt and let him run into his embrace, the weight of the solid body thudding into him with surprising force. He swayed, his knees wavering as much as his voice. “There, Willie….Hush….hush….” He squeezed the boy tightly, soothing. “Willie, lad, dinna fash…. it’s alright.”
“It ISN’T!” Willie wept against his shoulder. “It isn’t alright. You’re leaving.”
No, son, it isna alright. It’s right, only.
“Now, Willie, we’ve said our goodbyes already, aye?” He rubbed the boy’s back gently, closing his eyes and leaning his head against Willie’s, cherishing the warmth and closeness one last time. His voice was raw and ragged. “Ye understand that I must go, do ye no?”
“But you’re my—my—FRIEND, and it won’t be—the—” Willie’s chest heaved with his distress and frustration. “It won’t be—feel—happy, now.”
“Hear me, now,” Jamie crooned, gently prying the boy away and holding him back far enough to meet his eye with a smile as he thumbed tears from those ruddy cheeks. “You’ve made me very happy, too, William.”
Willie sniffled and struggled to catch his breath, two new tears squeezing out.
“But ye will be happy.” Jamie smoothed the soft, brown hair, feeling such a terrible pain at the sight even as he forced confidence into his voice. “You’ll find new friends, I promise. Lord John can even teach ye to play chess. Would ye like that?”
Willie’s eyes flashed. “Lord John can’t be my friend! Not like you, Mac.”
‘Friend,’ again. Did he use that word—God, he did…. Because he’d never known a father; never had any other sort of father’s love with which to give a name to what it was between them.
“Oh?” he forced out, lightly. “And why not?”
The chestnut brows were drawn in stalwart defiance, blue eyes still streaming. “He’s a Lord.”
“Well, and so are you, ye wee toad, but I like ye fine all the same!”
Jamie was rewarded with the barest twitch of a smile.
“Besides, Lord John is my own closest companion, and that should be a more than adequate recommendation for your own choice of society.”
“I…suppose…” Willie said, turning a dubious glance over his shoulder.
Jamie jerked his head in John’s direction. “Give the poor man a chance as your—friend, aye? For my sake?”
“Good lad. I dinna think you’ll regret it.” A deep breath. A deeper ache. “I truly must be on my way. And you’ll be needing to go in for your supper, forbye.”
Willie’s lip trembled, but Jamie could see the delicate jaw setting in determination as he nodded. Stamped indeed: Fraser.
Jamie drew him close one more time and kissed the boy’s forehead, whispering in his own heart’s language, I’ll never forget you, my son, before mounting and setting off again down the road. He was nearly to the treeline, before—
The boy’s shout was urgent, same as before, but now with a spark in his voice. Jamie turned the horse and looked back, seeing the wee face alight, too, as Willie cried out, “I’ll light a candle, sometimes!”
Jamie’s face yielded to a wholehearted smile as he shouted back, his voice catching only slightly, “Only mind ye dinna get caught!”
“Dinna fash, Mac!” A wicked grin, pure and true, just visible through the hands cupped around his mouth. “I’m cannier than that!”
And so there was laughter in Jamie’s heart, a small but steady beam of joy amidst the brokenness, as he finally turned and vanished into the dark of the wood.
“Y/N, it’s always such a pleasure to see you!” The strong, firm voice welcomed you as arms wrapped around your rigid figure. T'Challa had not always been a friend but as it now stood, he definitely wasn’t a foe.
“I’m sorry for not giving you any pre-warning, I was nowhere near the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by.” You tried to make your voice sound comical, uplifting, you tried to make it sound like just being there didn’t rip your heart to pieces with every breath you inhaled and every step you took but, deep down you knew, you weren’t convincing anyone.
The worst thing being you had no choice, being away hurt even more - ever since they had chosen to freeze Bucky again you had been propelled at full force into a constant cycle of pain and destruction - Bucky was the love of your life, a love you would probably never see again.
“No problem, you’re always welcome. Stay for as long as you like!” T'Challa couldn’t help the sympathy that laced itself into his voice from showing, he always worried about how you were doing because it never seemed to be that you were doing okay.
As you watched T'Challa walk away, you suddenly forgot how to breathe. It always happened this way, every time you came here your body would undergo the same excruciating sequence. With every step closer to his body, your own grew colder than the ice that surrounded Bucky but your heart burned like fire as it pushed lava through your veins.
Steve had asked once to come with you. Personally, up until then, he’d always thought it was something you should do by yourself but once he was prompted by T'Challa of the fact that you had tried to use your skills as a pyrokinesis to melt the ice surrounding Bucky as well as nearly and unknowing setting aflame the whole city of Lagos - Steve thought it was time to intervene, time to help.
But, you didn’t want help. Not because you thought you didn’t need it, as you were well aware that you were spiralling out of control and therefore extremely dangerous, but because you were ignorant, selfish and madly in love with a man that had been snatched from your arms.
You and Bucky were the perfect team together, you kept each other sane. The presence of your smooth hair and soft skin at night kept Bucky’s nightmares at bay and, in the daytime, his electrifying eyes slowed the erratic beat of your heart. However, when Bucky was put in cryo, who was there to save you?
Your soul turned sour and your intentions were malicious, soon enough you were compromising missions and getting other people killed. You put your emotions and personal grudges before your vow to save the lives of the innocent and because of that, you had to go.
Soon enough you ended up taking a “vacation”, as Tony first called it, despite everyone knowing that it was because he had no idea how to deal with you anymore. No-one did.
You no longer were the Y/N they all knew and loved, you didn’t even know yourself anymore. So, your three-month vacation turned into a couple of years and you’d only recently returned to throw in the towel.
Pressing your trembling hands upon the glass that separated yourself from your lover, you let your tears run freely.
“Hey Bucky,” you whimpered, pausing slightly to wait for a reply you would never receive, “so I officially kicked myself off the team yesterday. I think they always knew if I ever came back it would be the last time they would see me but, none the less, hope radiated off their faces.”
Composing yourself you turned to knock on the door just as it flew open, taken back you quickly looked up and saw a security camera pointed straight in your direction. Of course, as soon as you entered the city, F.R.I.D.A.Y would follow your every step, she would know where you were heading before you even did yourself.
“Y/N?” A voice gasped. Looking into the doorway you saw tears already spewing from their eyes, a look of complete shock and confusion written upon their face as they battled between not touching you in case you disappeared and launching themselves on you in a hug.
“Hey Romanoff, looking good!” You chuckled, winking at her with your usual bubbly nature and, with that, she picked the latter, engulfing you in love, a feeling you hadn’t felt directed towards yourself in a long time.
“Y/N, you came at just the right time, everyone’s here and we were just making dinner, you can join us. Please sit next to me! I swear if Tony steals you away to show you his toys I will tackle him to the ground…” Standing there, watching her rant on about everything you missed, broke your heart into a million pieces and not wanting to forget the way it felt to have a best friend, you took everything in. The way sunlight made her auburn hair shine and her eyes sparkle, how her face constantly portrayed a look of control and reservation, she was sarcastic and, oh so, beautiful.
Breathing in her sexy aroma, shivers ran down your spine, it was something you had once been incredibly jealous of. Guys had always looked past you and straight to the beauty that now stood in front you, it had always made you upset until you met Bucky. Then, you were happy to have their eyes pass over you as you knew Bucky’s never would.
The rest of the evening was a blur as wide eyes and open arms greeted you - in an instant, everyone forgot the last couple of years and everything that caused the separation. No one asked questions, no one felt they needed to, you were back and you were safe - that was all that mattered.
“Steve was there, I don’t know why I was expecting him not to be or, maybe, I was just hoping that he wouldn’t be. Hoping that I wouldn’t have to put myself through the pain and realisation that I’d been forgiven by him but never by myself.”
The sound of Steve’s voice brought you back into reality as he stared in bewilderment at you from the other side of the room. With tears racing down his cheeks, he ran towards you, engulfed you in a hug and stifled your whimpers as you tried to apologise.
“The really fucked up thing is I want to go back. I want to watch shitty films on movie nights, I want to prank people with Peter, I want to paint my nails with Nat and I want to train with Steve. I want to hug him, I want to spend the rest of my days making it up to him and I want you to be there with me. I want to lie in your arms and kiss you good night-” By now, you weren’t technically even speaking English, it was more of a mixture between heart raking sobs and a few understandable syllables.
Taking a long, deep breath you composed yourself and continued.
“Tony gave me some gifts, I don’t think he could resist. They’re beautiful but dangerous, they remind me of you. Everything reminds me of you…”
“F.R.I.D.A.Y has been telling me all about your secret missions and I wanted to thank you by giving you a couple of ‘small’ gifts,” Tony said, with a smirk planted firmly on his face as he led you through the maze that was the Avengers main base.
“Tony,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, “you know I hate unnecessarily expensive presents.”
“Oh no, you’ll like these ones. Trust me!” Tony chuckled in return as he was reminded of all the times he tried to shower you in luxuries and all the times those luxuries were instantly returned back to the store.
You silently thanked Tony for respecting the fact you didn’t want to discuss the missions on which the gifts were to be used. You knew Tony often watched over you, your personal guardian angel, ready to call for backup if any was needed, hell, if you were in trouble he’d fly in there himself without a second thought. But he also knew the more personal side to the missions, every one directed at a Hydra base Bucky might have stayed in an effort to find information on how to reverse the curse Hydra had placed on him.
The next couple of hours were spent working with Tony as he modified the armour and weapons he had designed and made specifically for you. Each piece was as perfect as the other, you cringed at how long Tony must have worked on them for. Motivated by the hope that one day he would be able to give you them in person, that you would one day come back alive.
As if reading your mind, Tony let out a sob, a sob so full of pain and hurt it was like a million knives had been stabbed into your chest. Sitting down next to Tony you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn off the camera and joined in. It lasted for about half an hour; both of you clinging onto each other for dear life - Tony crying as he felt responsible for your departure and the imprisonment of Bucky, as you cried knowing eventually you’d have to leave all the happiness you’d felt the last couple of days behind you.
“Soon enough, my time was up and I said my last goodbyes. I was finally leaving for good.”
Taking a deep breath you knew it was time, you’d stayed for way too long already and if you stayed another day you felt like you would never leave.
It wasn’t fair to do that to the team, forcing them to constantly be on the edge of their seats, forcing them to constantly anticipate your departure. None of it was fair, you knew you hadn’t acted in the right way, turning up out of nowhere, interrupting the swing of things. You’d been selfish and you were about to be selfish again: break everyone’s heart another time.
“Vision,” you called out, “it’s time.”
Appearing from thin air, he entered the room with a solemn look on his face. “Y/N, I urge you to think about this, there must be another way, the only thing everyone wants is for you to be happy and safe. Your best chances to be those two things are here with us.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” You shouted, instantly sighing at the fact you’d accidentally and unnecessarily raised your voice, directing your anger at the one person who deserved it the least. Lowering it to almost a whisper, you looked down at your feet. “Vision, please ask everyone to meet in the common room in half an hour and, please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”
Once all your bags had been packed and gifts collected, you headed to your doom. Walking into the doors you found everyone gathered round the table; Sam and Nat were laughing with Cap about something or, more likely, laughing at Cap about something, Vision and Wanda sat together talking in hushed voices and Hawkeye joined Banner in a conversation about something way too complicated for this time in the morning. Searching for Tony, a hand enclosed around yours, giving it a squeeze. “You don’t have to do this, we can work something out,” Tony pleaded, without even looking, you could sense the tears building in his eyes.
Encapsulating him in a hug, you whispered in his ear, “Don’t lie to yourself, Tony. We both know I have no other choice.”
Silence fell as people noticed your presence and tension filled the air. Giving you one last squeeze, Tony kissed your cheek. “You always have a choice.”
“I hate it all so much because I want to go home but even more than that, I need you Bucky, I need you to come back to me,” With that, you finally, utterly and completely fell apart.
Moments later, arms wrapped around your figure - one inhumanly stronger than the other.
“Let’s go home, doll.”
A/N: Dun! Dun! DUNNNNNNN! Constructive crititism is appreciated!
Creative Content Contributors: @baebae-goodnight (her moodboard featured above is perfection)
Pairing: Reader / Jinyoung / Jaebum
Summary: All Jinyoung knows is the dark. Shadowed and trapped, he’s become little more than darkness itself. Until one day, his world opens and he sees you. The only problem is, it’s through another man’s eyes. Jaebum.
People always describe darkness as something tangible. Something to hold onto, something to fear. The heaviness of night and its opposite, the day. In reality, darkness is just the absence of everything. The absence of thought, the absence of being, the absence of feeling itself. Darkness is a void – an endless, screaming nothing.
Since darkness is nothing, and time is something – Jinyoung doesn’t know how long he resides in the dark. All he knows is the moment he first is and the blinding, wonderful pain which accompanies that fact. Jinyoung relishes this, basking in the pain because at least it’s something.
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Based on “Imagine pleading with Thranduil to heal the
Durins as they all still have a glimmer of life left in them and you know that
he has the ability to save them” from ImaginexHobbit.
wary of stray orcs that might yet be lurking in the depths of
Ravenhill’s tunnels, you ventured onto the ice at the tower’s base.
lone figure lay close at hand, and as you edged nearer,
casting a glance across the frozen river to where a handful of your comrades searched the rocky terrain for casualties of the battle, it was quickly apparent that the body was not that of an elf. He was smaller, stocky and powerfully built, wearing a heavy leather coat rather than
gleaming armor, and a mane of golden hair framed a handsome, bearded face
with eyes as blue as the sky they no longer saw.
The dwarf’s rugged beauty stirred a strange rush of pity in your heart and you sheathed your sword to sink to your knees beside him, feeling yourself unsettled by a deep sympathy for this poor, lost soul who had been your enemy only hours before. His lifeless face spoke wrenchingly to you of youth, strength, nobility, hopes for the future all cut short at the merciless hands of an orc, judging from his wounds. Carefully, though you could not have told why, you took his broad, gloved hand between your own and held it as if to comfort him before reaching to close his eyes in a futile gesture of compassion.
Your fingertips gently touched his face and you started, as though you’d been stung, instantly withdrawing your hand.
Alec couldn’t remember what it was like not waking up alone. He hadn’t slept by himself since he started dating Magnus, and now it’s been too long and way too many days. Every morning he rolls over in his bed at the Institute, hoping that everything that had happened four days ago was just a dream, but just like every other morning, he’s met with the cold sheets on the side of the bed where Magnus should be. And he can’t get up, like he physically cannot pull himself out of bed because he doesn’t have his beautiful boyfriend to wake up to, he doesn’t wake up to Magnus teasing him every morning. It makes his heart hurt, it aches inside of his chest, because all he can think about is the countless mornings that they’ve shared. Where they would both wake up, smiles on their faces and teasing words being thrown at one another.
I sat on my bed cross legged and tried to open the physics textbook for the 5th time in 2 hours. I know the exam’s tomorrow but oh my gosh it’s painful.
I close my eyes and take a breath. Okay, Y/N, pull it together, I tell myself. All you have to do is get a 71 and you pass with a C+, just enough to keep a 3.5 GPA.
A hand settles itself on my bare thigh. My eyes open and stare at Hayes for a second, whose on his phone acting as if nothing happened. Even though it’s distracting as hell, I take it as a supportive gesture and try to focus back on the task at hand. I’m getting deep into relativity theories when his he starts running his hand back and forth across my leg, lightly and lazily. I look back at him again but he stills pays no attention to me and I try to get back to what I’m doing.
Eventually, he starts moving around, now sitting up slightly behind me instead of laying down next to me. At first I ignore him, until he starts messing around with a bit of my hair- twirling it around his finger, running his hands through it, even leaning close to me to smell it.
“Your hair smells good,” he comments, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Stop it,” I say.
“Distracting me! I’m trying to study here, you know I need a good grade on this last exam.”
“I know, babe. I also know that you’ve been studying like this for days. Haven’t you heard it’s best to just rest and relax the day before the test, so you’re calm going into it?”
“Never heard that in my life,” I respond.
“Well, it works,” he says, burying his nose in the crook of my neck, pecking it a few times.
I shy away and try to scooch over so we’re not so close, but he just takes the opportunity to close the book and pull me closer, nearly onto his laps.
“You should take a break,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
“You know what?” I ask rhetorically. “I should. I’mma go get a snack, you stay here.”
I move to hop off the bed but he pulls me back, pushing me onto the bed on my back. He leans over me, “Maybe later,” he says, clearly amused.
He lowers his head and I’m lost as our lips touch. At the start it’s gentle, caring, his lips barely brush mine. His arms are holding him up above me, mine wrap around his neck in surrender. At my first sigh he grows more intense, pressing his lips harder mine. I eagerly accept and use what little strength I have to pull his full weight on top of me.
He groans and pushes at my lips, forcing me to open them on a moan. I let him in and only our need for each other carries us. He’s taken over my senses, just like every time we do this. It feels as if the world is spinning around us instead of the sun, and everything else is just a passerby while we’re the only true movement, the only real people left.
Our kiss, however passionate it may be, is full of youthful mistakes. Both of our hands are simply fumbling in the dark, not knowing where to go. Every once in a while our hands will collide or our knees will bump, but we barely notice. He eventually moves slightly off me, presumably to allow me more air. His head lifts and for a split second I dread that he’s going to stop, but he simply moves down to my neck, allowing his hand to grasp at my waist and pull me upwards, urging our bodies to be even closer together than we already are.
I can’t help but moan and gasp as he sucks and nibbles at my neck. My finger find themselves buried deep in his soft, smooth hair as I arch my back. A minute later he comes back up, returning to my lips. I kiss him hard, rolling us over so I straddle him. He lets out a small laugh and brings me back down to him, resuming the kiss.
I reach down, running my fingers along the sliver of space between his pants and where his shirt has risen to. I push the shirt a little higher, allowing myself to trace the dips and curves of his stomach muscles. Every time I reach a new one it tenses individually. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make me extremely satisfied.
“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re killing me.”
I smiled, “I know. You like it though.”
I could feel him growing hard underneath me and knew that we should stop soon. But ‘soon’ wasn’t ‘now’ right? I kept kissing him, wandering down his jawline and neck, even his collarbone. He placed his hands on my ass and tipped his head back further. As he groaned I could feel it, the vibration against my lips. I moved up a little more an lightly nipped his ear lobe, then whispered into it.
“I’m really glad you made me take a break.”
He smiled and laughed, “Me too.” Then he lifted me off of him and set my book back in my lap. “Now get back to work, you’ve got a test to pass tomorrow. You need some help?”
I frowned, frustrated that we couldn’t continue. He relaxed back into his previous position and looked at his phone again. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing my boyfriend actually did care about my success.
I leaned down, pecking his cheek. “No I’m good. Thank you though.”
——— A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. I didn’t really know how to end it, but I tried. To the requester, I’m not quite sure when you requested this, but it was probably a while ago, so sorry for taking so long, hope you like it though. I got so many messages and more attention than usual for my last Hayes imagine because apparently everyone loves him but no one writes about him, so her you go! I have another Hayes imagine to do still for those of you who enjoy them, then a few song requests, which should be exciting since I haven’t done those in a while. That’s all for now,
PS: as I was uploading this I realized I was supposed to be releasing the Send My Love imagine and not this one but I’ve already spent like 10 mins tagging and linking everything so I’ll put Send My Love pt. 2 out tonight or tomorrow, promise!
Warnings: Smut, language, unprotected sex (you know the drill kids!), spanking, orgasm denial, fluff, teasing
You were assigned to go on a mission and since Napoleon was not available because he was enjoying the sun in Bora Bora, so Waverly assigned Illya to join you and he had to step in and take Napoleon’s place. You and Illya were always stepping on each others’ toes and it was not the first time that one saw plates flying across the room during a mission with him.
“Waverly…you can’t -”
“You two are going on this mission and that’s that. And this time, there won’t be plates flying around.” Before you could ask another question, let’s rephrase that, complain, Waverly hung up. You let out a groan of frustration and turned around to see Illya rolling his eyes, his hands on his waist.
You walked past Illya, not daring to take a look at him and grabbed your already packed bag with another bag that Waverly had packed with gadgets.
“I think this is what he meant when there were not going to be plates to throw at my head.” Illya said as he shivered. 5 layers of clothing didn’t seem to do their job; the cold wind wrapped around you both as you made your way in a den where Waverly had told you about to rest there while you’re on the mission.
After what seemed like hours, you got to your destination. You opened your bags and the first thing that you looked for was the tent. Illya helped you set it up; you collected some rocks and some wood that you found in the den. The cold was biting down on your fingers that you tried to get warm with the fire Illya lit.
“Couldn’t Waverly just book us a lodge instead?” You complained. Illya, for once, agreed with you. “I’m going to try and sleep.” Without saying another word, you entered the tent and tried to get some sleep.
You felt someone behind you shift. You opened your eyes and turned your head around to see who it was. Illya was staring at you. “Cold?” A smile crept on his lips. “Yeah.” You turned back in your position and rested your head back on the small pillow. It was then when you felt a warm hand sliding down your waist. “Illya, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” You saw Illya's bare hand over your waist. You turned around again to see Illya shirtless.
“Are you fucking naked?” You shoved yourself away from him.
“It is scientifically proven that if we stay naked we can share each other’s heat.”
“I am not getting naked…especially with you!” Illya gave you a death stare. You tried so hard as not to look down to his hard.
“Do you want to freeze that pretty little ass?” You were taken aback. “Gonna have to do the job myself then.” In a split of a second, Illya straddled you, tearing into the layers of clothes that kept you warm. The cold wind quickly hit your bare chest. Illya’s eyes were blown from lust.
His lips met your neck and he planted kisses down your neck to the valley of your breasts. You liked this side of Illya, in fact you loved it. You wrapped your limbs around his body. His lips trapped one of your nipples and sucked on it. Your hands grabbed hold of his soft smooth hair and scratched his head. You arched your back, Illya’s hand snaked it way under your arched back and pulled you closer, sucking on the other breast.
“Illya…please.” Your core was aching for him to get inside you. You had goose bumps all over your body from the cold wind and from Illya’s touch. You could feel Illya’s heat radiating from his body; he towered over you as he got rid of your pants. He didn’t need any help as he was already naked and ready.
You felt his hard cock throbbing against your thigh. You could feel heat spreading throughout your body and suddenly you weren’t cold anymore. Illya positioned himself at your entrance and he rammed inside you, barely giving you a moment to adjust to his size. His hips thrust towards yours, his heavy breaths collided with yours and you skin slapped together, the sweat and heat colliding with each other.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to get in that pussy of yours.” His Russian accent sounded deeper than usual and it turned you on even more. “Fuck Illya!” You moaned as you felt your first orgasm coming. But as soon as you clenched around him, he got out of you, leaving you whimpering.
He moved back a bit to look at your body. His eyes landed on your wet pussy; he ran a finger down your wet lips and up again. You tried to close your legs from the arousal but Illya’s hands rested on each of your legs, keeping them open.
He dipped his head down in level with your pussy and licked a long line up, meeting your clit. He gently sucked on it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you arched once more as Illya’s tongue slowly entered you. Illya seemed to enjoy the taste because his roans and moans were sending vibrations up your clitoris.
“Illya! Please!” You squirmed. Illya got back on you, towering over you. He took a moment to look at you and without any warning he slammed into you. “Shit!” You screamed. His thrusts got sloppier and you felt the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. Your nails scratched Illya’s back as you got closer to your orgasm. Illya cursed in Russian as he too felt his orgasm drawing close.
You writhed under Illya’s massive body as you rode out your orgasm. “Fuck!” Illya thrust inside you, hard and deep and he came inside you. His muscular arms gave away and he laid on you, both catching your breath. Your limbs unwound from Illya’s body.
“Hazel,” Storm whispered gently as he shook Hazel from her dreams. “It’s time for me to leave.”
Hazel’s bleary eyes strained to open. The room was still dark, the sun barely peaking over the mountain tops. “Do you really have to go?” she whispered into her pillow.
“Yes, Nutella,” he said as he laid down on the bed with her, taking her face in his hands and caressing her cheek gently with his thumb. He wanted to remember how her warm skin felt when he left. “I’ll see you soon in Newcrest,” he promised, his rough hands smoothing Hazel’s soft hair.
“Promise me you won’t turn into a memory again,” Hazel whispered, searching Storm’s eyes desperately.
“Never again, o meu amor.” Storm caught Hazel’s lips in a soft, tender kiss. There was no urgency in the gentle strokes. He knew he’d be back here soon, stealing kisses from Hazel over the years. “There,” he said breaking away from the kiss and rubbing his thumb gently across Hazel’s smile, “now I can go back to San Myshuno with a happy thought.”
And next time I come back, it will be with your wedding ring.
Glasses Lance had me thinking Haruhi!Lance from Ouran High School Host Club. Breaking the vase and surprising the hosts as actually pretty when they take off the glasses. "Such smooth skin, such soft hair, LOOK AT HIS BLUE EYES. KEITH GET ME A COMB"
ooohhh my goooddd
alright who wants to remake the show with lance as Haruhi? any volunteers?
Optional prompt, An idea that's stuck w me since the start of the Ink Henry spinoff: what if Bendy accidentally possessed Henry? Like he leaps to protect him, crashes into him, and when he opens his eyes, he's looking down at Henry's hands instead of his own. Cue Bendy panicking, while Henry is mostly shocked and confused but still trying to calm Bendy down because he's not hurt or gone, he's still there, they're just sharing headspace til they figure this out.
Summary: You’re on the verge of failing Calculus, so your math teacher asks you to check out a supplemental textbook. You are confident in your skills of being organized until you leave behind your textbook in the library. Will you get it back?
A/N: Sorry for taking so long!!! College apps are ASS but, aside from thatn, sorry for any mistakes!
The World of Calculus, it read. To you, it seemed more like, The World of Complete Boredom. Alas, your math grade was…for lack of a better term, terrible. Absolutely horrifying. On-verge-of-failing horrible. And so, this new Calculus textbook, the whole 396 pages, was (supposedly, according to the librarian) your best friend until the end of the school year. I might as well not lose it, you thought as you took a pen out of your bag and wrote your phone number on a small slip of paper.
“837-652-4017. I’m not going to lose it anyway,” you scoffed, crazed at the idea of you losing such a large book. You tucked the slip of paper into the front cover of your book, ignoring the blank name tag on the inside of the cover that you could have used. You didn’t need the whole school to know you needed an extra textbook. What were you? Dumb? Maybe.
You took your arm and swept your belongings from the desk into your backpack and stood up, patting down the crinkles in your skirt. You were just about to pick up your textbook when your phone started ringing, much to the annoyance of the librarians, who glared at you. You nodded an apology and picked up the call, running out the big french doors.
“Hello? Who’s calling?” A loud voice answered your greeting, making you jump in fright.
1. Prefers sleeping in the upper side of a bunk rather than the floor side
2. Plays fiddle
3. Cannot function as a human being if coffee was not intaken in the morning
4. Prefers his coffee black as his soul
5. Dog person than a cat person (which tells his taste in men)
6. But prefers salmon the best bc it’s delicous
7. Demisexual Demiromantic
8. Eats like a bird (which made Denmark hella good at cooking while trying to feed Norway)
7. Throws up often
9. Therefore is not very strong in physical strength
10. But is very quick in his movement and sneaky
11. Actually was a very capable hunter back in viking days in different way from Denmark, who was always the bold one and got the biggest game like elk or something while Nor was the silent, efficient hunter
12. Was good with his bow and arrow
13. Though Finland is famous as a sniper Nor is also excellent at shooting too
14. Especially the verbal one
15. Has really soft, smooth hair ( http://dennor-the-life-ruinner.tumblr.com/post/125657045781/headcanon )
16. Got his cross barrette from Denmark when they were young ( http://dennor-the-life-ruinner.tumblr.com/post/125657045781/headcanon )
17. Is not sensitive to cold like he goes to grocery store only wearing shortpants when it’s -10°C without a single brow twitch
18. Is not interested in fashion but is weirdly obsessed with weird patterns
19. Has a thin, long and not-so-pretty handwriting
20. Prefers ball point pen over fountain pen
21. Writes the letter “l” like a long twig
22. Hella good surviving skill
23. Kept his brother and best friend warm through thousands of bone-freezing winters with it
24. Has dimples
25. Denmark loves them
26. Does not really like sweet things
27. But if Denmark makes some desserts for him eats them anyways
28. Favorite alcoholic drink: gin and schnapps
29. Becomes a little bit more impulsive when drunk
30. Most of times this drinking habit ends up with sex
31. Hobby is “saying some ridiculous but strangely pursuasive lies with hella serious, expressionless face and enjoying the fuss of fools being fooled with still expressionless face”