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Tord (Todd) my highschool au?
blond Norwegian boy who has strict ish parents (can barely speak English)
He got beat up by Matt (Matheu) in the first week of school xD
I forgot this one XD
My head is gonna explode. XD
Au stuff again 💕
Edd = Edwin
Tom = Thomas
Matheu = Matt
Todd = tord
XD BRO I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THIS I JUST GOT A CLIP ON YOUTUBE AND I STARTED CRYING 😂 THEY EVEN HAVE THE SAME NAME XD I HAD TO DRAW THIS 😁
Have a good day. 👋 💕 🫂
Cringe!!!!!! Art dump
(part 1 because this is only Todd and Matheu xD)
Unfinished thing I did for fun with 0 budget and gave up xD support to be the 888 meme but I have up
Some things I did out of boredom. Running out of ideas on what to draw so I drew some stuff off Pinterest
I feel a lot better now, got to write, draw and just socialize in general. Anyways, art dump. I changed their designs (at least for my au) since I wasn't satisfied.
some gravity falls highschool twins headcanons 😮 i kept dipper midwest emo hope thats okay
Dazai was born to be a magical girl and Chuuya was born to be in a battle of the bands manga. Preferably both are in the same manga and Chuuya is also a magical girl, and Dazai is also participating in the battle of the bands but on the rival team. Yes they’re both in Highschool, are you insane?
Stunt Double
[Bang Chan x Fem!Reader]
summary: hannah convinced you to be her understudy but things quickly take a turn when you become her ‘stunt’ double due to a scene in the script where the prince has to kiss her
genre: fluff
warnings: none
note: this is a non!idol au, high school au. like to add that descriptions about your looks are vaguely mentioned since you are a stunt double, you have the same hair as Hannah. AGES ARE CHANGED!!! they’re only 1 year apart, with chan being a senior, and hannah being a junior. your dorm is like an apartment btw (honestly surprised i finished this earlier than the jisung fic but whatever)
Masterlist
The sky is still dark when Hannah calls you, your ringtone loud as it bounces around in your empty dorm room. You’re lucky your roommate is somewhere else, otherwise they’d be awoken by it.
You reach for your phone, the screen feeling cold to your warm touch. “What do you want?” You mumble lazily, eyes still closed in effort to keep the sleepiness in.
“Please don’t be mad…” She begs, dragging the end, voice increasingly loud, waking you up fully.
“Bitch, if you don’t shut the fuck up.” You quake, not fond of her loudness. You lower the volume on your phone.
Hannah groans from the other line when you hear Christopher, her brother, warning her from the other room. “CHRIS! I’m on a call with Y/n!” She exclaims, not even caring that her mouth is directly to the microphone.
“So what’s the news, that you have to wake me up at,” You pause, glancing at the blinking digital clock on your bedside table. “…3am in the morning.” You deadpan, mentally kicking your best friend for ruining your sleep schedule.
“Well it’s just, you know…” Her voice sounds almost apologetic, guilty in a way, but mischievous just the same. “So you know how Snow White is kissed to be saved from the poisonous apple and uh.”
“Who the fuck got the prince role, Hannah?”
~•~
“Come on. It won’t be that bad, right?” She insists although sounding unsure. Offering you a smile that you return, albeit sarcastically.
You sit at an empty table, begrudgingly setting your books down. “What do you mean! It’s literally,” you hiss, pinching the bridge of your nose. Trying to calm down.
“Okay first of all, I understand. The man is old as fuck. But you just have to lay down on the bed, maybe have a glass case over you, stay still as he kisses you. Then the lights dim and the smoky effects will start and then we’ll switch places.” She went on, hoping you won’t back out.
“I just didn’t expect my first kiss to be for a play.” You murmur timidly, accidentally banging your head on the table as you drop down to rest.
You’re about to massage it when you feel a hand on your head and a worried voice asking you if you’re okay. You blink, Chan’s face so close to yours. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine Chris.” You respond, taking his hand off your head.
He backs away from you, quickly taking the spot beside his sister, you don’t notice his ears redden and a giddy smile tugging at his lips.
You spend the rest of the day swimming between classes, the halls seemingly crowded every time you leave the classroom. By the end of the day you’re bruised from the amount of people who bumped into you in the hall.
You sigh, exiting the nurses office and heading for the theatre room.
“Hey!” Chan calls from behind you and you wonder if he’s talking to you. “Y/n!”
And he is.
You stop walking, turning around to look at him when you suddenly fall to the floor. An undeniably heavy weight leaning on you.
He’s quick to stand up, offering you a hand then picking up the bag you dropped. “Sorry.” He whispers while smiling, avoiding your gaze.
“It’s alright.” You reply genuinely, with you already experiencing that with a number of people today, him being added to the list isn’t that bad.
“I’m going to the theatre room, walk with me?” He questions, hopeful eyes gleaming down at you.
He’s tall.
“Y/n?” He repeats, lightly tapping your shoulder.
You snap out of your trance, nodding. “Sure.”
You stride side by side, stepping into a comfortable silence. When you reach the small beige door that leads to the theatre room Chris opens the door, bowing like a gentleman to a lady.
You giggle, “Why thank you, good sir.” Playing along, you enter the theatre room, doing a slight courtesy before bursting into a fit of laughter.
He finds the sound so angelic, he can’t help but stare at you. Eyes shut as you hold your stomach, lost in the moment.
You sigh in content. “You’re funny.”
~•~
On the day of the play you don’t seem so bothered anymore, “Thanks Y/n. I know you wanted your first kiss to be romantic but I don’t want to kiss my brother. Yuck.” Hannah expresses her disgust, mimicking the sound of puking.
You laugh at her shenanigans. “It’s okay, really.” You assure her as she steps into the dressing room, fixing her dress.
You have a similar one, being the double after all, you need the same clothes. You haven’t changed yet, all the other dressing rooms being occupied. “Hannah, I’ll just go change in the bathroom. Be right back.” You excuse yourself, walking to the nearest unisex bathroom, which you know is down the hall.
When you get inside you start to undress yourself, putting the dress on. It’s cool to the touch. Silk gliding right on your skin like a perfect match. The beautiful red gem on your chest sparkling in the bathroom light. You smile, admiring the beauty of the garment when you realize the zipper is stuck.
The doorknob rattles, “Occupied!” You shout, trying to zip the dress up quickly but to no avail.
“Oh sorry.” Chan replies.
When you hear his voice outside you feel relieved, “Chris?”
“Y/n.” He responds, unaware of your situation.
“Can you help me with my zipper?” You request in a whine and he agrees. When you unlock the door he rushes in, careful not to open it too wide so no one can see you. You turn your back to him, the low dip of the zipper is enough for him to almost see you shorts underneath, but he doesn’t.
Chan starts to fiddle with the zipper, trying his best to zip it up. When he finally does, you’re grateful, giving him a thank you smile before leaving him in the comfort room.
~•~
You stay unmoving on the wooden table that’s been decorated with flower, vines, and numerous types of leaves. You haven’t been waiting long, just about 5 minutes when you hear Felix’s narration through the speaker.
“The dwarves lead the prince to princess Snow White, the path familiar to him.” Felix starts,
“She looks like she’s just sleeping.” You hear Chan recite, but it’s not boring. You can feel the emotion from just his voice, like you don’t need to see his expression to know he’s worried.
You know he’s just acting though.
“She’s been poisoned by the Evil Queen.” The smallest dwarf Changbin explains sadly and you almost tear up, the raw emotion from their voices makes you love theatre so much more.
If only you didn’t have a sore throat you’d be having your own lines.
“-The dwarves leave the prince to mourn for his lost love-“
You don’t listen to Felix anymore though, instead focusing on a sneeze you feel. Trying your best to stop it but you just can’t control it, you let out the smallest sneeze.
It’s the cutest thing Chan’s ever heard and he has to stop himself from smiling at your previous action.
You feel your long hair getting pushed to the side and Chan’s hot breath on your lips. He caresses your cheek before completely closing the gap.
His lips are soft.
The kiss is slow and sweet, when he pulls away you have to stop yourself from sitting up to pull him back in for more.
The music changes and the ‘smoky effects’ Hannah was talking about fogs up the stage. “Do you need help getting up?” Chan suggests, hands going to support you but you shake your head.
You shuffle off the bed, rushing backstage where you find the 7 dwarves.
“So,” Jeongin teases, acknowledging your presence. He grins, “How was hyung’s kiss.” the young one continues to mock.
The rest of the boys cheer at his question making you groan, “Shove off, I.n.” You order but the smile on your lips tell them you liked it.
~•~
“How was it?” Hannah chimes from your door, behind her are your roommates, Rachel and Olivia who seem equally pleased with your one moment ‘performance’.
“He’s a good kisser if that’s what your asking.” You admit, turning your attention back to your book.
“Okay hoe.” Olivia blurts, sitting on the floor of your room and Rachel joins her.
Hannah sits beside you instead, taking your book and your reading glasses then placing it on the table. “Okay you dense dumbass. My brother’s been in love with you since you two met. Honestly the man can’t keep his mouth shut about how you’re the most beautiful amazing person he’s met. So do you like him or not.” She confesses.
“And if you do, since when!” Rachel bubbles.
The girls look at you expectantly.
“I,” You ponder what to say. You’ve never thought of him that way, but the way his lips felt right against yours. “His kiss got me feeling something.” You answer, the blatant honesty getting the whole room erupting in laughter.
Your phone rings and you pick up, shushing your friends. “Hello, Y/n speaking.” You speak, a default response falling from your lips.
When you hear who it is you put it on speaker phone and mute yourself, “Hey Y/n, I was just wondering if you’d like to go out for lunch tomorrow. You know to celebrate the play?” He proposes, and if Hannah hadn’t told you about his undying love for you, you’d think this was just a friendly hang out.
Funny, a senior who’s incredibly dense.
You hit unmute, “Sure, darling.” you muse and you can practically hear the smile on his face as he says goodbye.
Your friends squeal, happy you’re finally out there living your life.
~•~
“Thanks for lunch,” you sing, opening the door to your dorm. When you’re halfway in you turn around, “you kiss really well, Channie.” You praise, about to close the door when he stops you.
“Do,” He stammers, “can I kiss you?” he pipes. The same hopeful gaze you know all too well from his sister.
You open the door wider, inviting him. When he gets inside you close the door and lead him to your room.
The rest of the night is spent cuddling, watching movies, and exchanging a few kisses.
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𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞! - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫
yandere!wilbur x reader
- a oneshot where the reader runs away from wilbur in their own school who knew school was scary at night
y/n l/n
- gn/nb!reader
kikuo - aishite, aishite, aishite
warnings; mentioning of passing out, knives, carving into skin (only slight) being tied up
y/n stirred from their sleep, they tried to shift around in their uncomfortable position, but then they realised.
they were in rope..
they had been tied up around their wrists and ankles, the duct tape over their mouth wasn’t helping exactly.
y/n’s brows furrowed and they shuffled around in a panic around the small locker.
they saw a small shard of glass in the corner of the locker on the shelf, they grabbed it with little room they had and they started cutting away at the rope tying their wrists together.
after being able to cut it, they took the duct tape off their mouth, being able to breathe more easily. y/n figured the only way out was the door, so they slammed against it.
they were successful, but they fell on the ground as they forgot to take off the rope near their ankles.
“stupid damn- ankle rope-”
the sound of the locker door shutting cut them off and they looked up. y/n’s eyes widened to the name plastered on the front.
LOCKER OF WILBUR SOOT
no.. no he couldn’t be the one who put them in there, possibly tying them up and shutting their mouth.
‘he’s my bestfriend..? he wouldn’t do this..’
then again, they couldn’t really think straight as the school was nearly pitch black in darkness, the halls only being illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows.
thinking back to the day beforehand, it was all fuzzy, i mean-
‘i did pass out during p.e...’
“wilbur!”
“oh, hello y/n, how has your day been, dear?”
“it’s been nice, that reminds me, what period do we have after lunch?”
“err, we have p.e-”
“i hate p.e, with a passion ugh,”
wilbur chuckled at y/n’s dramatic act,
“it’ll be fine, it’s not like we’re doing dodgeball or anything.”
-
“we’ll be playing dodgeball today.”
choruses of groans and small cheers were heard from the crowd of students huddled near their teacher.
“i hate life.”
y/n groaned into wilbur’s arm as it was muffled.
“again, it’ll be fine, we can use quackity as a shield.”
“no you will not!”
quackity exclaimed, nearly hurling at wilbur but being held back by karl and sapnap.
-
dodgeball was always something that y/n hated, you never know when some random ball flying through the air will hit your head or arm or nose or anything!
that being said, y/n was trying to be cautious but was distracted by someone calling them over by the entrance of the gym.
“y/n! you’re needed with another student!”
as y/n looked towards the sound of the voice, two balls came hurling at their head and had hit them directly, pretty much knocking them out.
“shit- y/n!”
wilbur called out, rushing to their aid and catching them before they fell to the floor. the sound of a whistle was heard across the gym, the teacher rushing to y/n too.
“they’ve passed out, bring them to the nurse’s office quickly, wilbur.”
“yes sir.”
wilbur lifted y/n up and placed their arm over his shoulder and hooked one arm between their torso and upper arm.
slowly walking to the nurse’s office, he had completely changed direction, he had started walking towards his locker.
“this is the best chance i’ve ever gotten, can you believe i didn’t plan this sweetheart?- ohhh baby, i should lock you in my locker, huh? then you’ll be all to myself.. my sweet baby- i’ll visit you tonight, yeah!”
wilbur had been muttering to himself next to y/n’s ear, wilbur was sickly in love with y/n the moment he laid his eyes on them.
their scent was so nice, they were so beautiful too! how could you not fall in love with y/n; but then again if anyone fell in love with y/n, wilbur would’ve slit their throat.
wilbur carefully opened his locker and lifted y/n up slightly to help them into the locker, then proceeded to tie their wrists and ankles together and place the duct tape over their mouth.
“sweet dreams, my love.”
wilbur concluded, kissing their forehead and then shutting his locker quietly.
-
wilbur walked back into the gym, he walked around the court towards the teacher as the game of dodgeball continued.
“the nurse called y/n’s parents and they took them home, just to let you know.”
“thank you wilbur, now go keep playing!”
‘can’t remember a thing.. but i have to get out of here.’
y/n stood up from their position and they started walking around the once lively school, y/n felt as if they should watch out, as they were about to walk down the stairs, they had heard a pair of loud footsteps rapidly walking closer and closer.
in a panic, they hid behind a small storage closet nearby, wilbur was too focused on getting back to the love of his life, he didn’t even realise that their scent was lingering right where he walked by.
y/n watched as he walked around the corner with a knife gripped in his hand tightly,
‘whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-’
“-y/n..? y/n! my love, where are you?!”
wilbur exclaimed in a frustrated tone. y/n eyes widened once again and they practically sprinted down the stairs and towards the school entrance. disappointingly, wilbur had heard the rapid footsteps going down the stairs and he had guessed it to be y/n.
“y/n! you won’t be able to run far! I’ve locked every exit in this school and all the windows, you have no chance, love!”
and to y/n’s surprise, he was right, once they had ran to the school doors, they were found to be locked.
‘ohgodi’mgonnadiebywilburhe’sgonnakillmeshittles-’
“where did you go y/n?”
y/n had failed to realise that wilbur had also ran down the stairs after them and was already just down the hall, y/n sprinted down the other hallway that wilbur wasn’t occupying and was panicking like crazy.
“hey wilbur-! let’s talk about this, yeah?!”
“but i don’t think you love me! do you? y/n!”
“i totally do!”
“i’ve always loved your dramatic acts but i don’t love them today.”
y/n panted as they ran through the multiple identical halls that made the school feel like a maze. y/n nearly tripped again as they looked behind them, watching as wilbur was gaining speed and also the knife in his hand.
“maybe put the knife down and i’ll love you, how about that!?”
“c’mon and i’ll make you love me!”
the next time y/n looked behind them, wilbur was only a few metres away from them and they panicked once again. the school had always hired the shittiest janitors so there was a pencil on the floor, it was pretty much impossible to see in the dark.
y/n tripped over the pencil and wilbur slowed down and towered over y/n.
“oh now you’re all mine, baby...”
wilbur crouched down to y/n’s level and grabbed onto their wrist, y/n tried to yank their arm away from their former best friend.
“please let go-”
wilbur grabbed onto their other wrist.
“get away from me!”
“we’ll be together forever, hun.”
wilbur held both of y/n’s wrist with one hand and caged their legs by his feet, grabbing his knife, he carved ‘W.S’ under y/n’s left eye.
“i love you so much.”
y/n was sent into a silent embrace by wilbur after being kissed on the cheek.
‘i’m dead…’
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