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incognit0slut · 4 days

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Hypothetically

Chronically single, you suggest a pact with your best friend to start a family together when you turn forty.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x bau fem reader

Category: fluff/comfort

Warnings: marriage and baby talk, reader is insecure because she feels left out

A/n: This is my entry for the kid fic challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins! This was like a breath of fresh air from all the smut I’ve been writing

"Do you want to have a baby with me?"

The scalding coffee burned his tongue as your question lingered in the air. Spencer cleared his throat awkwardly and patted his chest, his eyes drifting towards you. "Uh... what?"

"Hypothetically," you replied, the tap of your pen echoing against the round table between you. "It's like a pact. If we're both still single in the future, we get married to one another and, well, start a family together."

Spencer felt the clamminess of his palms as he set his mug down, trying to steady himself. He considered you as one of the closest people in his life, if not his best friend, and he was accustomed to your random questions, but this sudden topic of conversation seemed to strike a nerve.

"Where..." he began, wiping his palm along his pants. "...where is this coming from?"

You shrugged casually, the tapping of your pen momentarily ceasing. "Just a thought. I mean, we're both at that age where these things start to cross our minds, right?"

Spencer swallowed, trying to push down the unease rising in his chest. "Yeah, I guess so," he muttered, but as he studied you, he noticed the tension in your shoulders. "Are you okay?"

Your gaze flickered away for a moment before you sighed, slumping against your chair.

"I have a wedding coming up this weekend." Spencer frowned, not understanding what you were trying to say. You continued, "And another one next week, and guess what? Two of my cousins are getting married next month."

"What does that have to do with...?" His voice trailed off as realization dawned on him. "Ah, I see."

But you weren't finished. Somehow, the thoughts that had lingered in your mind for the past few days spilled out right then and there, in the middle of broad daylight when you were supposed to be focusing on the case you were working on.

"And a close friend I went to high school with just gave birth while another friend from college announced she's two months pregnant. And look at me," you exclaimed, your arms flying around. "No wedding. No pregnancy. Spencer, I don't even have a boyfriend, heck, I forgot what it's like to go out on a date!"

He watched as your brow furrowed into a frown, and although your demeanor was all over the place, he couldn't help but notice how you still managed to look pretty.

"Spence?" You asked, nudging his leg with your foot under the table. "Are you listening to me?"

He blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts by your voice. "Sorry," he replied. "I'm listening."

You gave him a skeptical look, but the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease slightly as you leaned back in your chair.

"I just... I don't know, I feel like I'm left behind." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I mean, I'm happy for my friends and all, but sometimes it feels like everyone's moving forward but me. Like I'm stuck in this... this rut."

Spencer wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, he knew how it felt to want something that seemed out of reach, but on the other hand, he felt like it wasn't his place to offer advice when he wasn't even sure what the future held for him.

"I get it," he finally said, trying to gather his thoughts. The least he could do was try to offer some comfort. "But just because you haven't reached those milestones yet doesn't mean you won't get there eventually."

"But what if it doesn't happen? What if I'm still all alone and nobody loves me when I'm gray and old?"

He frowned at you. "I'd still love you when you're gray and old."

"Platonically. You love me as much as you love JJ. Or Emily. Or Penny, or even Morgan." You leaned over the table. "I want to be loved passionately by someone who is head over heels for me, who can't imagine a life without me. I want to feel that kind of happiness."

His frown deepened. "I don't think you should find happiness in another person."

"You're missing the point," you groaned, crossing your arms. "I'm not saying I want to depend on someone else for my happiness. But is it too much to ask for someone to share it with? To feel like I'm someone's everything and not just another friend in the group?"

His expression softened as he listened, a sense of familiarity washing over him. He remembered feeling the same thing once, or maybe more than once; he wasn't sure. He had lost count of the times he felt his life was falling short.

But he realized the more he thought about the why—why was he so different? why couldn't he find love?—the more he felt worthless, and he hated that. So what was the best thing he did to ignore those thoughts?

Bury himself in work, because to him, pushing those feelings aside was easier than confronting them. But now, as he looked at you, it felt like he was seeing his own reflection and your words hit him harder than he expected.

"No," he quietly agreed. "It's not too much to ask for."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm tired of waiting for life to happen to me." Your gaze slowly met his. "So I came up with a plan."

His throat felt dry as he recalled how this conversation started in the first place. "The... baby plan?"

You nodded enthusiastically, sliding into the seat next to him.

"Think about it. If we're both still single when we're..." You paused, furrowing your brow as you did a quick calculation. "Forty? Yeah, let's say we're both still single when we're forty, with no partners, or like, no friends with benefits?"

You shook your head.

“Just... with no one in our lives—we get married. You and me."

He blinked, trying to process your proposal. It was unexpected, to say the least, but there was a strange logic to it that he couldn't quite shake. The idea of marrying his best friend as a backup plan was both absurd and oddly comforting.

"But what about... love?" he asked cautiously. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"

You paused, considering his question before responding. "I mean, I don't think it's impossible," you said, leaning back in your seat. "Haven't you ever heard of the saying, 'Marry your best friend'?"

His gaze lingered on you, his heart beating hard against his chest. "You're saying that we can fall in love?"

Your eyes met his, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Who knows?" you replied softly. "Stranger things have happened."

Spencer shouldn't entertain the possibility. After all, who knew what could happen in the future? It seemed like an absurd thought, but as he stared at you, it was hard not to imagine a life with you as his wife.

He imagined you in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards him with a radiant smile on your face. He pictured you both in the house you had just bought, dancing joyfully around the empty rooms as you unpacked boxes together.

Then thoughts of you being pregnant with his child—or maybe even children—filled his mind, and he envisioned a future where your kids would run around in the backyard with a pet dog trailing behind.

And then he considered the prospect of growing old with you, watching as your children eventually started families of their own while you found comfort in each other's company. All of these possibilities didn't seem so bad, because if anyone could understand him on a deep level, it was definitely you.

Maybe this crazy plan of yours wasn't so crazy after all.

"I... I guess it's not impossible," he finally admitted. Then, not wanting to seem too eager, he added, "Hypothetically speaking."

"Of course," you replied with a smile. "Hypothetically speaking."

Suddenly feeling flustered by your gaze, Spencer looked away and focused on his coffee, bringing the mug to his lips. Then you heard laughter and footsteps drawing closer, and soon Derek and Emily entered the room. Their eyes immediately landed on the two of you, sitting closely together at the table.

"What are you children whispering about?" Derek's voice interrupted, his eyebrows raised curiously as he glanced between you.

You didn't miss a beat. “Spencer and I are having a baby together."

Spencer choked on his coffee, his eyes widening in shock as he coughed and sputtered. You quickly moved to pat his back.

"Well, we're gonna get married first, right, Spence?" you added with a grin, glancing at him expectantly.

Spencer finally managed to regain his composure, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shot you a sideways glance. "Um, yeah, of course," he stammered, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "Hypothetically."

Derek and Emily exchanged bemused glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Emily's curiosity seemed to win out as she lifted a hand, turning her attention back to you. "Care to explain?"

"We were discussing our backup plan."

"Backup plan?" Derek echoed.

"Yeah," you replied with a nod. "In case neither of us finds the right person by the time we're, oh, I don't know, forty or so, we figured we'd marry each other and start a family."

Derek placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "And you chose Pretty Boy over me?"

"I'm not going to compete with all your lady friends," you shot back, rising from your seat. "Come on, Spence, let's grab some lunch and brainstorm baby names."

He stood up, giving you a pointed look.

"Or do you want to discuss how we'd make those babies in the future?"

"Well, I was thinking of Amelia if it's a girl..."

You grinned, linking your arm through his before guiding him towards the door. Derek and Emily observed the natural closeness between you two, how you were practically clinging to him and how he seemed to be comfortable with it.

Derek turned to Emily as you disappeared down the hallway. "Do you think they'd actually get married when they hit forty?"

Emily shook her head. "Nope," she replied confidently. "I give it a year until he's already down on one knee."

He laughed, nodding in agreement. With the way Spencer's gaze lingered on you with unmistakable affection, it seemed like it was only a matter of time.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfic

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fictoculus · 9 months

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౨ৎ their voicelines for you; part 4...

send a request!┊masterlist┊taglist applications

part I┊part II┊part III┊part IIIII

featuring... cyno, kazuha, kaeya, beidou, klee (platonic)

A/N... i cannot write poetry to save my life, so kazuha's haiku came from google... unfortunately, i'm unable to find out who actually wrote it, please let me know if you have any idea!

✧ cyno.

"... so, as i was saying, i do believe it is quite necessary for your companion here to under-go judgement, traveller. you see-" "general mahamatra! there's someone here to see you" "alright, just give me one moment to finish talk-" "[name]'s here" "well, i believe i must take my leave, it was nice talking with you, traveller, paimon. remind me to tell you my joke next time, i'm sure you don't want to miss it"

("paimon's struggling to tell if cyno was actually joking or not... we don't really have to come back next time... do we?")

✧ kazuha.

"ah, traveller, good timing. i was wondering... would you perhaps be able to listen to this haiku i wrote for [name]? yes, for [name], would that hinder your skills of perception? good, then i shall read it out for you: 'i want to feel it, the breathtaking certainty, that comes with our love.' you think they'll like it? i'm glad. well, then, traveller, it was nice seeing you, i must go find [name] and share my haiku..."

✧ kaeya.

"archons, the things i do for them... *he grumbles, forcing himself inside the angel's share* diluc... look, i want to be here just as much as you want me to be here, i just want to know if you've seen- [name]! you've been here this whole time?! archons, i've been looking everywhere for you! you're drinking with traveller, but not me? unbelievable! ... yes, yes, of course i love you i- oh, shut up diluc!"

✧ beidou.

"[name]? yeah, of course i know 'em! we go out for drinks time to time, they sometimes even come onboard the crux with me 'n the crew! uhuh, i've gotta admit, they do have some tricks up their sleeve... i mean, of course they do! how do you think they won me over otherwise, hm? *she laughs heartily* i guess you're right, they are pretty good lookin' aren't they..."

✧ klee.

"hey, hey! traveller! paimon! have you seen [name]? we're playing hide 'n seek but i can't find them anywhereee... no, it's not cheating! i- i just need a hint, that's all! oh, you're right- we should be quiet so that they don't hear us... wait, is that them over there? quick, let's go! *proceeds to yell* WE'RE COMING FOR YOU [NAME]!!!"

part I┊part II┊part III┊part IIIII

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

#genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin voicelines #genshin fluff #cyno x reader #cyno headcanons #kazuha x reader #kazuha headcanons #kaeya x reader #kaeya headcanons #beidou x reader #beidou headcanons #klee #klee x reader #platonic #klee headcanons #.typingptera

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yanderegrizzsworld · 11 months

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YESSSS OMG. YOUR DOING WELCOME HOME CONTENT!!! anyways— If your requests are open!

Could I request an Yandere Wally darling x Cautious and Easily-Suspicious Reader? The gender is for you to decide!.

Just imagine in a scenario! Reader is just hanging out with the other neighbors and made eye contact with wally. Then wally just does his stare while the reader gets suspicious and werided out? Kinda like this emoji! 🤨 Sorta frowning almost glaring suspiciously at him, trying to think his true intentions!

Yandere Wally Darling: Just a Moment Longer (Platonic Drabble)

TW/CW: Implied paranoia, scopophobia(?)

"Red Admirals usually have more black than other butterflies." Frank said. "Not only that, but the underside of their wings are usually mottled with brown, black or tan!" His finger is lifted from the soft blanket laying on the grass, pointing up towards the sky as if to empathize his statement. With closed eyes, you lean back slightly, inviting the rays of heat to come & swim across you with such comfort a sigh leaving your throat is barely heard. You open an eye at the sound of giggles, flaxen hair moved faintly from the breeze, of which could only belong to one happy-go-lucky neighbor.

A unmistakably prismatic butterfly lands on a pale pink finger, the rusty red & mix of dark yet fulgent colors of its wings captivate whoever looks within its direction, the wingstips seem to mimic eyes, maybe to avoid predators? The longer you stared at it, this odd sensibility seems to slowly grow. Your shoulders begin to feel ponderous, as if someone were to lay on you & put their weight on your shoulders. You twitch your head slightly as if in an attempt to get rid of this hefty sensation, Frank's speech on different kinds of butterflies never cease.

"It's so pretty! Isn't it?" The high-pitch of her voice startles you, making you jump faintly, "I know you agree neighbor!" You stare at the rainbow monster, glancing at the butterfly on her finger momentarily before gazing up at her again, "Y... Yeah... It's very pretty Julie" Her usual smile somehow grows bigger, her free hand flapping quickly. "I knew you'd agree!"

Julie thrusts her arms in the air, flapping them while falling softly on her back talking our ears off about some games to play. Bright ruby feathers lift Julie's head slightly, "Goodness! Are you alright? You didn't hurt yourself, did you!?" Concern evident in the bird's tone, she takes a closer look at the monster's head, inspecting if any bruise has formed or not. "I'm sure she's fine Poppy, Julie can take a good tumble" You place a hand on her wing, petting it softly to calm her nerves.

"Yeah, just like Eddie!" Her laugh seems to have scared a few butterflies away as Frank eyes his best friend for a moment before clearing his throat. "Could you laugh a little less loud? You're scaring the butterflies away!" A sorry escapes Julie's mouth as she sits up, immediately asking Poppy what other treats she's brought. The weight on your shoulders returns making you slouch slightly, you glance towards the direction you assume the feeling is coming from, only to spot a pair of two coal eyes staring right at you.

You'd be certain to believe that such eyes are staring right into you with its intensity, of which only one person could match perfectly. A hand grips onto your forearm, pushing you forward slightly. "Wally! Come over here!" You sometimes wonder how you haven't gone deaf yet from Julie's sudden screams of excitement. Eyes never leaving yours, the yellow puppet strolls towards you guys, each step oozing confidence with a bounce in each said steps.

Wally lifts his right hand to his hair, his palm faintly patting his pompadour. His other hand waves towards the others direction, Julie waving back with avidness & Poppy returning the wave shyly. "Wally!WallyWallyWallyWally- How are you neighbor? You wanna join us!?" Frank snatches Julie's wrists gently, "Careful Jules, or else you'll end up hitting someone by accident" Wally puts a yellow finger under his chin, as though thinking about Julie's suggestion.

You tense up when you & Wally make eye contact for a moment, the nervousness in you doesn't cease even when the yellow puppet closes his eyes. "I'd love to join Julie, thank you" Wally inspects everyone & where they are, presumably to decide where to sit. You refuse to look at anyone, instead staring at a butterfly that's landed near you. It's wings, lacking in any form of color, flutter for a bit before freezing in place, flapping down every once in a while. You feel something soft graze your arm lightly, glancing through the corner of your eye you spot an all too familiar puppet.

You feel tense beyond belief. Even when he isn't looking in your direct, you still feel eyes on you with such intensity that only the puppet beside you can match perfectly. You want to get up & leave, you need to get up & leave. A hand grips onto your arm before you can lift yourself up, "What's wrong neighbor?" His gaze makes you freeze in place, his pupils dilated where you can barely see the white in his eyes. "You and I haven't spent much time together, you know"

Your hand anxiousness twitches, thinking maybe staying in your own home again would have been a better idea. "You stay locked up in your own little home... I don't think that's good for you, neighbor"

Frank brings a finger between your faces, "Wally's right! You'll begin to feel more ansty and like you have little to no energy" Frank said. "That's honestly why Julie invited you out, out of worry, you know" Julie leans onto Frank, her hand running through her hair, "Yeah! Besides, you staying in your home means you spend less time with us and that means less games we play together!" The last words were barely audible from her increasing speed in her speech.

Wally takes you hand, lifting it towards his chest. "We barely speak and I'd like to make up for lost time, what do you say?" A small pinch on your face made you flinch slightly, bewildered about where it came from. Another pinch followed, like tiny shocks running through you, it wasn't painful, but it certainly caught you off guard. "Just stay for a little longer neighbor" Wally faintly tugs you forward, you lock eyes with him as his eyelids droop slightly, making him seem almost tired.

"I..." Any words you wish to say refuse to come up your throat, you mind promptly going blank. Wally sighs as his other hand pats you head, asking Poppy to hand him two muffins for you & him. "Maybe you and I can paint together, that'd be nice, right neighbor?" Any attempt to pull or scoot away from him only led to him pulling you back closer to him, the pinching sensation beginning to agitate you yet only stopping altogether whenever you glanced at the yellow puppet.

"Yeah...? I guess so" Wally's eyes close once more as he slowly laughs, seeing him like this almost made you relax & enjoy being around him, though it could only last so long as those eyes opened & stared at you. "Wonderful neighbor, we should paint at Home, I'm sure they'll like the extra company"

You can merely offer a small smile as you slouch slightly, his grip on your hand loosens yet never lets go, the sensation of eyes on you creep up again.

#yandere #yandere drabble #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling #yandere Welcome Home x reader #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader

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gottagobackintime · 1 year

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I find it fascinating to witness the straight audience of any media not being able to pick up what the makers of the movie/show puts down.

It’s like when people reacted to the “You wear fine things well” scene in Our Flag Means Death with “aw, they’re such good friends” whereas the queer audience went “omg, this is happening”. We all had access to the same scene, we’d all watched the build up to that scene but the straight audience wrongly read it as friends/straight whereas the queer audience had suspected they were building up to a romance but this was the confirmation. Even the creator of the show was baffled that people were surprised that Ed and Stede fell in love. Because he thought they had made it obvious.

And as I said, we, the queer audience picked up on it. And I feel like the same thing is happening with Ted Lasso. Do I know that Ted and Trent will get together? No, I am unfortunately not a writer on Ted Lasso. But you can’t deny that there are clues pointing to it. But the straight audience barely pick up the fact that Ted and Trent like each other, be that in a platonic way or romantic way. I’ve seen several reactions to the last episode of season 2 and ONE of them included the scene where Ted reacts to Trent not being in the press room. All of them severely cut down the scene in the parking lot. One of the scenes most of us Ted/Trent truthers point to as a huge piece of evidence for it going canon. The parallel of them meeting in an empty parking lot, just like Ted and his ex-wife and Roy and Keeley. But because Ted and Trent are both men it couldn’t possibly mean anything. And Ted has an ex-wife and a kid so he can’t possibly be into men, as if there is no such thing as being bisexual. “But I’m pretty sure Trent has a family, he has a kid right?” So? He could be divorced, we also have no idea if his daughter has another dad or a mum. And the same thing applies to him, it doesn’t mean he can’t be into men (take also into account all of James Lance’s interviews, and his choice of shirt in one of them, friend of Dorothy anyone? He's the captain of this ship, we're just along for the ride tbh.)

Then we have the wonderful “I’m so not homophobic, in fact, you are homophobic because you think Ted is gay just because he likes musicals and has ‘feminine’ traits” um no… it’s the fact that he kind of acts in a way that an ally wouldn't. Yeah, he called himself an ally in that one episode. But every single person who is now out as queer who at one point considered themselves an ally because "I’m not one of them but I sure think they're neat" raise a hand 🖐️ (been there, done that. Was very into queer things before I realised I myself am one of them). What it always comes down to is "it's pandering", "it's tokenism" (having the main character on the show be queer wouldn't be fucking tokenism), "not everything has to be gay", "why can't men just be friends, there is a severe lack of male friendships on tv". And like the last one makes me go??? There are a MILLION friendships between men on TV. There are even multiple friendships between men in Ted Lasso. Beard and Ted, Ted and Higgins, Ted and Roy, the himbos and so on. Having Ted and Trent become a couple wouldn't really change anything because there are still friendships between men. They also claim that Ted is needed as the "straight without toxic masculinity" representation. As if Beard isn't right there. The man who has no problem going to an immersive show about the menstrual cycle. Has no problem with shrieking when he's surprised and so on.

I also like that if we'd get Ted and Trent together, we'd get two middle aged queer dads. Which isn't that common. It's not even super common to see people realising they're queer late in life on TV, and yet it happens every day. Because let's face it, most queer men on TV kind of look like Colin, and I don't mean that as a bad thing. And I'm looking forward to his storyline. But it's also nice seeing middle aged or old people finding themselves and being allowed to be who they are (see Ed and Stede from OFMD). Also would enjoy seeing people lose their minds when they realise they've been fooled this entire time. It'll be like Black Sails all over again.

I do not have any doubts about the fact that, had Trent or Ted been a woman and they saw Trent give up his career because of Ted's influence, they sure as hell wouldn't protest people thinking they'd become a couple. But because it's two men it's just delusional for some reason (homophobia).

What I'm saying is, it's clear that the straight audience has a hard time picking up subtext and clues that the makers are planting. Because they've never had to do that. Because they are always clearly represented. They don't have to look for minor side characters and hope that they might be queer. Because the main character is straight and most of the supporting cast too. When you've grown up with a lack of representation or with representation that is meant to be subtext, you'll learn to pick up on it. And you do look at media differently. I just wish that the straight audience could listen to us for once, without getting defensive and dancing around the fact that they are uncomfortable relating to a character that turned out to be queer.

#tedependent #ted lasso #trent crimm #there are so many times where I'm watching something and I go... hold on that is... is that a queer character... yes it must be #and then they do something small that confirms it and I'm like I fucking knew it!#I have 0 gaydar in real life but when it comes to media I tend to pick up on it #I wish that all straight people would learn about the way queer people have been represented throughout history #so that they might be able to understand why we have to look for subtext even today #hell we got ''representation'' in star wars and beauty and the beast and it was blink and you'll miss it #and they wonder why we have to make everything gay??#because we want to be represented in a show that isn't strictly about being queer #yes it's nice with a ''everyone is queer'' kind of show #but it's also nice to be seen in a mainstream show that is loved by not just a queer audience but also a straight audience #nicole watches stuff

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puer-aurea · 5 months

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Etho's session 5 trauma

this literally just fanfiction that i felt like writing bc im obsessed w weeping angel etho. all

which, btw, if you decide to read my fic Gods are Obsessive on wattpad when i start postin it (which should be soon? i hope, i just finished the build for Safe Haven so i can move on to the builds for it then start writing) weeping angel etho will be a big thing when it gets to that point

all platonic btw!!

Etho knows he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. Well, he tells everyone he knows. Most of the other players haven't picked up on it, but Cleo and Grian notice the panic in his eyes and his frantic movements to shift into a less compromising position when someone looks in his direction.

Etho knows he's not a weeping angel anymore. But he can't help the anxiety when he feels eyes on him. He prepares for his joints to lock up like the stone statue the watchers made him into for that task. And then, when they don't, he has the shameful moment of rememberance that he passes off with a nervous laugh.

Grian picked up on the panic first, but both him and Cleo noticed how Etho felt embarrassed about forgetting he didn't have to worry anymore. Neither of them chose to mention it, they knew he was dealing with enough shame (though, they wouldn't say it's shame and they're pretty sure the other players would agree).

The other players haven't noticed the aftermath of Etho's task, but they're not around him much anyway.

Cleo always warns him when she's entering a room, subtly reminding he's not a weeping angel. Grian mostly keeps his eyes off Etho, only looking if it's an emergency.

Etho feels bad they have to walk on egg shells around him but he can't help it. Of course the watchers had to give the person who was figuratively stone cold the task that would literally make him stone. And of course it left everlasting effects. This anxiety ridden person wasn't him.

"Hey, Etho?" Cleo's voice came from downstairs.

"What's up?" Etho could hear the creaking of the stairs and he quickly shifted into a comfortable position at the enchanting table.

"Grian's tired after the warden-wither battle and asked for cuddles."

He could feel her eyes on him and he expected his joints to turn to stone.

"Etho, honey, you're not a weeping angel anymore." She places her hand on his shoulder.

He felt his muscles relax and he let out a breath.

"Yeah, I know. You don't have to remind me."

"I'm pretty sure we do." Cleo and Etho jumped at the new voice as Grian rounded the corner.

"Jeez, Grian. Don't scare us like that!" Cleo laughed.

"It wasn't intentional. Well, it might have been. I'm going to Bdubs' bed. Why don't we have any other beds?" Grian walked off into Bdubs room.

"We put all our beds in the bed shrine and didn't think about ourselves." Cleo followed behind him.

Etho watched them walk away, staying by the enchanting table.

"Come on, Etho! I know you're tired after being chased by the warden. The bed's big enough for the three of us." Cleo called for him.

He let out a small laugh and headed into Bdubs' room for a very much needed nap. He'd be dealing with the weeping angel trauma for a while, but at least his roommates and friends were there to help him cope.

why does this feel poorly written? im bad at dialogue

#secret life #etho secret life #grian secret life #secret life cleo #traffic life series #trafficblr #traffic smp #weeping angel etho #ethoslab #grian #zombiecleo #i forgot how to tag

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spicysix · 11 months

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Lui, congrats on 400 followers! 🩵

For the celebration, if I may request: 📖 + stuck in an elevator + steve and fem!reader

thank you babe!!! hope you like this! 💖

join the celebration!

if it rises fast

“Oh, no. Not this again,” you complained as you felt that robotic hesitation as the elevator went up, as you heard its gears trying to work and not fully doing it.

It slowed down... slowed down... before stopping. Completely.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes.

“What’s going on?” The voice behind you startled you a little.

You forgot there was a guy with you, he was so quiet as the elevator rose the first few floors. You turned to face him, and got a little blown away by how beautiful he was. Like, magazine front page beautiful. Shiny hair carefully coiffed up, pretty peachy lips, a little mole or two that gave him an extra charm.

You got lost in the dude’s beauty for a little while.

His lips perked up a bit, as if he knew why you were staring at him for so long.

“Oh, uh. The elevator gets stuck sometimes. Such an old thing, y’know. Lots of complaints, and they haven’t updated it yet,” you finally answered, and his lips and eyebrows turned down into a frown.

“It’s happened before?” he questioned.

“Yeah. With me in it, two times already. I’ve heard it from five other neighbors too,” you said, remembering how much Ms. Durvall from sixth floor yelled when she complained about it. She gave you the creeps. “You’re new here? Or visiting?”

“Uh, new. Moved in with two friends, we just got to the city a week ago. We’re from a- what are you doing?” he stopped his life story when he saw you sitting down.

“I’ve pressed the help button,” you nodded to a little button pressed all the way in the control panel. “Don’t know what it does, maybe it calls the fireman? But, anyway, it’s gonna take some time. Maybe a few hours.”

“A FEW- Jesus, Robin’s gonna kill me,” he hid his face behind his hands, and you had to suppress a giggle at how adorable his whine sounded.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend will understand when she finds out you had no choice but to stay stuck in an elevator,”

“I’m not so sure, she’s terrified of elevators, told me to get the stairs. She’ll probably be all like, ‘oh, I told you so!’. Ah, and not my girlfriend. She’s actually dating our other roommate,” he said as he sat down too, pressed against the other metallic wall, facing you.

“What floor are you guys in?”

“Eight.”

“And she goes up the stairs every time?” You didn’t know whether to be scared or admired.

“Yeah. Got some killer calves,” he smiled. “We have a terrible history with getting stuck on elevators. I worked my ways through… well, a lot of therapy. Now I can ride them again after a few years, but she never got past it. I can understand why.”

He said it in such a way that you didn’t feel like prying. There was something else in that story, something he probably didn’t wanna talk about, so you didn’t ask.

“You guys from around here?” you asked instead. You were going to be stuck for a while there, it wouldn’t hurt to make some small talk and get to know your pretty new neighbor.

“No, actually, we’re all the way from Indiana. Small town,” he shrugged.

“Why San Francisco?” you asked, and he searched for something in your eyes, your face, before answering.

“It’s safer,” he answered only, again not giving you space to ask further. Maybe he didn’t find what he was looking for. “You’re from here?

“Born and raised, yeah.” You went quiet for a little while, trying to come up with something to talk about. Then, you noticed: “I don’t know your name yet.”

“I don’t know your name either.” He smirked. “I'm Steve.”

You introduced yourself and Steve asked more about you. You lost track of time talking to him, learning how charming he could be, but also really funny — in a bitchy way. He talked about Robin, his best friend and platonic soulmate, and their friend Nancy, who he used to date but now they’re great friends (you got the impression that Nancy was the other roommate that Robin was dating, but didn’t ask, not wanting to make him uncomfortable). He told you about two other friends of theirs who lived back in Sacramento, one who lived in LA, and a bunch of other younger friends who were scattered around the country all chasing their dreams. Talked about his work as a school counselor, how it took him some long years to figure out what he wanted to do professionally.

You told him about yourself too, answered everything he asked honestly and openly. Talked about your job, your own roommate, your other friends and family. Gave him tips on the best places to visit and shop in the city, ways for him and his roommates to contour the ‘new citizens’ weird phase. You talked about music, movies, books, food, your favorites and the ones you hated, anything you’d come up with.

He was sweet and charismatic, and always found new topics for you to talk about. He read you like a book, figuring you out in no time and swerving the conversations so easily. Flirted a lot too, which was great for your self-esteem.

He came closer at some point, sitting beside you, and then you faced each other more closely. And from that distance you could see every little detail in his pretty face, studied him with precision. You could look at him for however long, to be honest, and you wanted to memorize every tiny inch of what made him, him. The curves of his hair defying gravity, the scars on his forehead and nose, every little green spot in his hazel eyes. Count every and each one of his eyelashes, and get blinded by the way he smiled.

More than that, you could talk to him for however long, and you wanted to. Wanted to learn about all of his many friends, who he talked about with so much love in his voice, who all sounded like a big family to him. Wanted to learn the story with the elevator trauma, wanted him to trust you and open up to you, and wanted to do the same back with him.

It was weird to you, you’ve never felt this way before — so magnetically pulled to someone’s orbit. But Steve’s voice was like a Siren’s call, and there was a funny bubbling in your stomach that wanted and wanted and wanted him.

You never thought you’d be disappointed with the sounds of the elevator’s gears running again, and yet you hid a frown when the doors opened to show you a fireman, the building’s janitor and a tall, skinny girl with a strawberry blond bob pacing anxiously behind them.

“Steve! Oh, my god, Steve!” she said when she noticed you and Steve sitting on the floor, and she wasted no time getting past the other two men to throw herself at the one by your side. Robin, you figured. “You fucker, I told you to use the stairs!” you heard her saying, a little muffled from where her face was buried into Steve’s neck.

He looked at you over her shoulder and you smiled at the way he was right about her.

“I’m okay, Robs, I had good company. Didn’t even have time to get stressed,” he said, running his hand up and down her back in a soothing gesture, his eyes still on you, his smile just for you.

Robin sat up and looked at you, and you introduced yourself and she did the same. She thanked you for being there for Steve, as if it hadn’t been a total random accident, but you were also happy that you’ve met him. More happy that you could say out loud.

You all got up from the floor, left the elevator, and you offered a day to throw them a welcome diner, you’d invite your roommate and they could call their other friends. Robin seemed excited, all big gestures and loud voice. You liked her.

Goodbyes were said, you were going back to your place — through the stairs this time, thankfully you lived on the second floor — and they were going grocery shopping. Robin walked to the front door of your building, but Steve stayed planted in front of you for a while as you looked at each other and you tried not to smile too wide.

“Can I take you out on a date?” he asked after a while, fingers twitching and you wondered if he wanted to touch you. You wanted him to touch you.

“First one in the city?” you teased and he huffed a laugh while running his hand through his hair.

“One of many with you, I hope. No one else caught my eye, if I’m being honest.” The man was straight forward. You felt you cheeks burning, couldn’t hold back the wide grin anymore.

“You’ve been here just a week, Steve,” you said, warned him almost, because you wanted so much with him, and you were afraid of were this could go if it went wrong.

“Meh, it took me a while and some bumps to the head, but now I’m pretty good at knowing what I want. Don’t gotta search for so long anymore.” His eyes were staring deep into yours, and you felt his hand coming to find yours to hold.

You bit your lip and his eyes traced the movement, and there was a butterfly party in your stomach.

“Someone told me there’s a great restaurant just at the end of the street,” he said, referencing one of the tips you gave him early.

You laughed. “Yeah, okay. Take me out on a date, Steve. Next Friday?”

“I’ll be counting the days.” He took a step closer, his thumb was tracing patterns on the back of your hand and your skin was tingling. “Can’t believe I’m glad to have gotten stuck on an elevator. Well, create good memories to overlap the bad ones, I guess.”

“I’m looking forward to create other memories with you,” you almost whispered, because being that open was scary, and the way you wanted him so much was scary, but he smiled at you again and it was blinding in the best way.

“Me too, honey. See you around,” he said, before pressing a kiss on your still burning cheek, and you could smell his scent of soap and fabric softener, hairspray and fancy cologne, and you had to hold yourself back not to get buried in his skin.

God, it was pathetic how far gone you already was.

He walked away still facing you, holding your hand until the very last possible second before letting go, and you could hear Robin laughing in the background but you only had eyes for him.

Yeah, you’d also be counting the days.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #lui writes #lui's strange celebration #lsc 📖

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 1 year

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hii! i was wondering if you could write a ranpo x reader where they both come to yosano/fukuzawa for advice on getting with the other and they have to watch painfully at how oblivious they are

Oblivious in love

Oneshot: No matter how smart they are, love makes them blind Ranpo x Reader Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting. This oneshot melts me heart tysm for the request anon!! I think its the longest oneshot I have ever written

Yeah, you can call me lover boy They say I throw my heart around

“Yosanoooo I just love him” You sighed as you told your female friend about yet another day, as she shook her head in disapproval. “Stop throwing your heart at every boy you see now dear, last week you were obsessed with the boy you met at the bar” she commented, as she cleaned up her medical desk.

And you can be my lover girl I'll pick you up, drive you around

“This couldn't be” Ranpo stared at the mirror in denial while he held it out in front of him, as Atsushi came behind him to ask “Are you okay Ranpo-kun?”

Ranpo could only nod. He was thinking about Y/N, while staring at his face. He was thinking how good it would be that she was kissing his forehead, hugging him and being in his arms with him.

I'll show you how to fall in love We'll be the talk of all the town Now everybody wants to be like us They're getting jealous, feel it now

“....And I guess that's why i like him” you commented as you screamed at your pillow, while Yosano handed you the juice she made. “Y/N, your crush on him is going out of hand”

“But, I just need one chance, I’ll make sure he feels love. He is so UGh, I’ll even make sure he doesnt get diabetes….Yosano this is unhealthy isn't it?”

Yosano just hummed as a response, sipping her drink before commenting “It's fun to watch grown up act like teenagers”

“HEY! AM SAME AGE AS YOU”

Oh, wow Kill the lights

Yosano was just fed up. Her seniors were lovestruck. and of all, both of them were in love.

“YOSANO!!!” You whispered loudly, “He was looking at MY DIRECTION”

“Oh boy” Yosano was pretty sure she would age to death before anyone could.

Oh, baby, close your eyes The way you're looking at me You've got me mesmerized

“Yo-sa-no” Ranpo pocked Yosano’s cheek as they were sitting in the train, returning back from the mission they were assigned.

‘“What is it, lover boy?” Yosano commented, clearly looking bored, “Stop poking me”

“Lover boy?”

“It doesn't take a great mind to figure it out you know”

“You got me Yosano-san!” Ranpo laughed, as he removed his cap from his head. Yosano watched him playing with his cap.

“Seems like it's a secret between us now Yosano-san, I really like her you know?”

“Is it so? Tell me about it more, we got the whole day, it's going to be worth travelling”

Something I can't escape Feel like I'm lost in space You've got that good loving Girl, if you leave me I might throw my heart away

“You need to talk about it to him Y/N! Am pretty sure everyone in the agency have figured about your little crush” Yosano spoke, pushing you towards the door of the agency, “Just go inside, its not like you can't keep up a normal convo”

“I can keep up the convo! But it wouldn't be the same as before, I like him now”

“Dear, you liked him before too”

“Yeah but it was Platonically!”

“To bad” And with that Yosano opened the door and pushed Y/N inside, and it was Y/N’s luck that she bumped into the one and only

Ranpo Edogawa

You know my heart can't take the break Nothing will ever be the same We'll meet again some other day Oh, yeah It's such a shame

Ranpo was casually sitting in the newly found office as Yosano and Kunikida seemed to be working on a document. Unexpectedly, the agency door opened to reveal Fukuzawa and another girl. “Please Welcome, L/N Y/N, she is an ability user who will be aiding us with our agency” The girl nervously waved at three of them, before looking around the office to get used to it. Kunikida, being idealistic he is, went off to introduce everyone in the office. “Hello, My name is Kunikida Doppo”

“My named is Yosano Akiro and this is”

“The world’s greatest detective to ever exist! Ranpo Edogawa!” Ranpo spoke, loud enough to make the newcomer take back a few steps.

“As you know….My name is L/N Y/N, But i wouldn't mind you all calling me Y/N”

Somehow the love came to an end You've started talking to a tool

“Ranpo! Oh sorry I didn't see you here” You spoke immediately, as you awkwardly scorched your head to pick up the candy packed Ranpo dropped because of you bumping.

“It's fine Y/N!” Ranpo immediately responded, before looking up to see Yosano smiling innocently. His hands immediately went towards the candy pack, to which by his luck, touched Y/N’s hand which seemed to touch the same candy packet.

Quickly withdrawing, you both cleared up the mess before someone from behind spoke, “Y/N can you please bring me bandages? It seems that I have a shortage of it " another shouted "Bring me some Cheesecake too!”. And in no time, you were given a list to shop for the agency.

“Oh can you please bring back some chip packets for me?” Ranpo piped in, and as soon as he said that Yosano said, “Ranpo! Why don't you go with Y/N and help her out, it would be helpful, plus you can buy bakery stuff together”

Ranpo and Y/N both glared at her, indicating to shut her mouth, unaware the other one was sending the same message to her as well.

“No No, its fine I can-”

Yosano pushed both of them out of the door, and closed it behind them “HEY! I WASNT FINISHED”

You're telling lies to all your friends But you know damn well it should be me But I'm moving on, doing my best Now everybody whispers things 'bout us

“Say Y/N who was the one you were having difficulty talking with? Ranpo asked, as he ate his chip he carried all the way.

“No one you should get familiar with Ranpo!” You said, nervously as you walked beside him hoping he didn't figure it out.

“Humm, is it a crush perhaps?” Ranpo enquired to which Y/N almost lost her breath.

“Crush? Pfff no…” “You are bad at lying, you know?”

“You tell me Ranpo, you're 26 and still single?”

“Hey!” Ranpo said pounding, throwing the chips packet in the dustbin nearby and throwing his arms in protest “Says the one who is also going to turn 26 soon”

“Sorry Sorry” Y/N laughed hands up in defeat, as they reached the store to buy stuff.

You're hearing voices in your head Can't forget Kill the lights Oh, baby, close your eyes The way you're looking at me

Ranpo looked at Y/N, Who seemed to be laughing at the drawing created by Dazai. It was a drawing of Dazai himself drowning in water, but it more of looked like Dazai was falling from the sky with wings instead of arms.

Her voice, and her smile amused him, no one ever made him this lovestruck. Everything around him reminded him of her. He would look at the plant near his chair, it would remind him the time she instead to keep that plant and make it grow because ‘Ranpo needs to be responsible’

Unexpectedly, You turn around to see Ranpo staring at you, intensely as if he was reading you. Did he think you had a crush on Dazai? No, you were pretty sure Ranpo could never go wrong then, Did he figured it out?

You've got me mesmerized Something I can't escape Feel like I'm lost in space You've got that good loving

“Here” You commented, passing on the pastry packet you bought for him and yourself to eat. He looks at it and without a thought hugs you making you almost fall on the ground. You could do nothing but blush at the sudden gesture from him, your crush

“Thanks Y/N!” He practically shouted, “Your welcome, we should go back to the agency, its getting late”

Girl, if you leave me I might throw my heart away You know my heart can't take the break Nothing will ever be the same We'll meet again some other day

“Oh look lovermates are back” Dazai commented looking at you two holding hands, Ranpo didn't seem to listen to him, but you on the other hand, “HEY! We just went shopping for you people” before removing your hand from his, realizing and regretting making that move. His hands were warm and you missed his warmth.

“Sure”

“Y/N if you can please help me out,” Dazai says as if held you hand, getting on his knees, “Are you willing to commit double suicide with me?”

Kunikida, seeing it, pulled Dazai’s ear and scolded him while knocking him unconscious.

“Was that necessary Kunikida-san? I am pretty sure he is happy to be dead with that”

“That waste of human potential deserves it, Thank you for getting things for the agency Y/N”

“No problem”

“Me and Y/N will be going now” Yosano commented, dragging her out of the office just before making sure, her and Ranpo’s shoulder bump.

Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Kill the lights Oh, baby, close your eyes

“How did your little date go?” Yosano asked Pocking , a blushing Y/N who was busy processing the things that happened throughout the day.

“IT WASN'T A DATE”

“Are you sure? You two were pretty much eating pastry cakes together” Yosano smirked, as you blushed remembering the hug you had.

“Umm we just hugged okay!” Yosano raised her eyebrow, listening to you “And maybe hold hands, IT WAS NOTHING I SWEAR-”

“Sure”

“WAIT, we were holding hands…HOLDING HANDS OH MY GOD-”

“Calm down Y/N will you now”

“Yeah I am pretty sure it was a friendly gesture”

The way you're looking at me You've got me mesmerized Something I can't escape Feel like I'm lost in space

“Yosano I need help,” Ranpo said over the call, as Yosano reached her home to listen to the other one again. She doesn't even know what her profession is anymore.

“Sure tell me, you both kissed or something?”

“Now-now, dont assume that Yosano-san, but we did hold hands” Ranpo said over the call

“Congratulations Ranpo, confess already will you?”

“No, I am pretty sure she doesn't feel the same way”

“How can you be sure? Did you use your ability or something?”

“No Yosano-kun” Ranpo said almost laughing, “Love makes even the greatest abilities blind, and I Ranpo Edogawa have seem to fall in love with Y/N L/N”

You've got that good loving Girl, if you leave me I might throw my heart away

Another day passed by, and the agency was calmly working well, except Dazai, who was busy listening to music on the couch.

“Ranpo and Y/N, there is a murder case near the Yokohama port, Mr president has requested you two to take over it” Yosano said, from the agency door winking at both of them.

You know my heart can't take the break Nothing will ever be the same We'll meet again some other day

“Well, Ranpo seems like we both need to work now” you said, and taking a bold move, you held his hand to pull him down from the table , out the door to the elevator.

Howling could be heard behind the agency door, which quickly seemed to die down. Ranpo seemed to stare at his hand before he closed his eyes smiling “Let's go shall we? There is no case this detective can't solve”

And just like that, two idiots, in love, intertwined their hands, to solve another case in the city.

Who says love is only expressed through words? Actions are enough.

My heart is going so UwU reading this and writing this. Hope this satisfy you anon. Song used: Loverboy by A-wall

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speedystarshine · 1 year

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Various TOH characters x readers (General HC’s)

Characters: Eda, Lilith (Platonic), Darius, Adrian, and Steve.

Eda

H-Hot...bird woman..

She is so amazing we love her

She will definitely get you anything at the drop of a hat

No, she doesn't pay for it.

Sometimes when she's bored she'll drag you around town to find some mischief to cause or something to do

If her and Lilith ever get into a fight, you are the barrier. Every. Single. Time.

"Y/N, can you tell my darling sister to stop leaving apple blood cartons everywhere?"

"Y/N, can you tell Lilith to mind her damn business?"

Y/N: *eye twitch*

If you know about the curse she'll appreciate any support you give, even if it doesn't look like it.

Will use Harpy form, especially if she knows it flusters you- poor owl beast is so done.

She is very protective of those she cares about, so she'll deffo bail you out if you happen to get in trouble. She'll feel so bad if it's because of her shenanigans 😭

She likes to drag you into her nest randomly. In her mind, pretty things in nest. Y/N = pretty thing, pretty thing = in nest. Don't say anything about it, though, she'll get so embarrassed-

Lilith (Platonic)

Cool history nerd aunt? Hell yeah!

Definitely overloads you with random info at any point of the day. She cant help it, especially if you get her started on a topic thats special to her.

She'll talk for hours then, not that you mind :)

She does really appreciate it if you listen though, and even more if you engage and back up points.

Is definitely the type to cringe you out, especially in front of your friends. She's cool like that, even though you hate it-

If anything happens to you or you get in trouble, she gets so worried about you!!

I feel like she's the type of person where panic makes her do smart stuff quickly, so she'll instantly patch you up with care if you do get hurt.

I feel like because of her, you'd have a love-hate relationship with Hooty?

Like, you would protect each other to the max if needed but they totally team up against you all the time and it's so not fair >:(

Darius

Ah yes, our favourite peacock.

He treats you like royalty, so be aware of that.

Spa days? Spa days. You keep laughing whenever he puts on a face mask and he gets grumpy about it-

He acts like he's above it but let's be honest, he would totally love to gossip with you.

He somehow knows about everyone and everything in the castle so watch your back if your trying to hide anything from him (he tries not to peep if it's like, a surprise for him but he probably already knows)

You two shovel talk Adrian, it drives him mad 😭

You know if you get into an argument and your parents leave a bowl of fruit or something as an apology?

He definitely brings a mini abomination to bring you something.

He will eventually apologize face to face, but who likes confrontation? Not him.

Co parenting Hunter co parenting Hunter CO PARENTING HUNTE-

Is super worried abt you after the day of unity, and immediately seeks you out (and vice versa).

Adrian

I'm just gonna be upfront. He's draining, but that's the fun of it! (Or not.)

He is 100% catboy confirmed.

He doesn't even bother with the whole "I act like I don't care but actually do" thing he's just super clingy and has no shame <3

He's also super p(r)etty, and can get jealous quite easily. Make sure to give him lots of attention!

Surprisingly doesn't shovel talk Darius, he has some semblance of respect for him, but he just hates everyone equally. Apart from you! (And Terra. She absolutely terrifies him, don't leave them in a room together)

Take everything he says with a grain of salt though, he twists his stories a lot.

E.g: Someone accident tripped him up? It was attempted murder. They tried to break his neck and-

He is a dramatic person, but what do you expect?

The type to just flop onto you and go boneless after a long day, no matter what your doing.

Also treats you like royalty! Just... In his own way.

Steve

Steve! Everyone's favourite demon/ex-scout boy!

He is so affectionate, but in an awkward kinda teenage way.

He buys you flowers.

Gives the best advice? Y'know how you can no what something tastes like just by smell and sight even if you've never had it? Like that but with advice.

He talks about you all the time to Mat!! He's super happy if you two get along, since you are the most important people in his life.

(if you don't though, immediate deal breaker. His little brother is so important to him, so sorry..)

This is random, but he has an obsession with candles.

One time you told him all that smoke wasn't good for the environment, so he bought "bio-degradable" ones from a certain pig at the night market..... He's trying I promise 😭

Motorcycle rides? Hell yeah! He won't ever say it (unless it comes up ofc) but his favourite rides are where there's not really any destination in mind, and your just driving around because.

He somehow is friends with everyone on the boiling isles? Don't be surprised if you see someone who you'd never expect to see talking to him.

The goodest boy ever. Treat him right!

#the owl house #the owl house x reader #toh #toh x reader #eda x reader #eda clawthorne x reader #lilith x reader #lilith clawthorne x reader #darius x reader #darius deamonne x reader #adrian x reader #adrian graye x reader #steve x reader #toh steve x reader

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Celina! I just had the weirdest idea!

Coralline au!

M/c lives in a world identical-if not exact- to ours…

But!

There is a small door in m/c’s room that takes them to the rottmnt dimension.

The turtles are the ‘beldams’ of the story, the only difference being their world isn’t a fake trap used to kidnap children and devour their souls. Their world is literally rottmnt only they are yanderes with button eyes. Also every other character that isn’t one of the turtles is strangely not there-

M/c’s home dimension- to help follow some of the plot from Coraline- kinda sucks. Neglectful parents who are so strung up in their work, they don’t notice m/c. M/c would live in a two-story small house (mainly because I don’t know how I would fit the other characters into this, so they don’t exist here).

M/c loves rottmnt, and so finding a doorway that leads them to a parallel universe with the rise characters only they have sewn on button eyes would surely make m/c really happy at first, given her current circumstances. Yeah sure, they act a little different and kinder compared to the show, but they seem really nice! What’s the worst that could come from staying a little longer?

I can imagine the turtles seeing m/c as their own kin- but not in the delusional “ I am related to you by blood way. More in a “you are our adopted sibling/child” kind of way. They believe they should be the ones to take care of m/c because, clearly, their parents aren’t doing that good of a job at it.

I also wanted a huge motivator for the turtles going platonic yandere on m/c, so I decided to add a bit of angst to this au. Everyone but the turtles is dead, minus background characters.Either by the Shredder or Krang, they are all dead. Or they never existed in this world! Either way, m/c still has no answer as the turtles never talk about them.

Also, Donnie has most likely already stalked m/c before their arrival in their world, which allows the other turtles to already have crucial knowledge on m/c that will aid them in their goals. Poor m/c still hasn’t noticed the cameras-

Once m/c realizes what is going on, it would be far too late to stop it. M/c’s only contacts in their world is their parents, and they won’t believe m/c! Though, it may not be too hard to convince them, seeing as they are already kidnapped and locked away-

The only thing m/c can even do to escape is run and hope to find a new caretaker, because they ain’t getting their parents back from the turtles. I guess the other option is to re-enter the other-world, which would most likely result in m/c being tied down whilst Mikey stitches buttons on their eyes don’t worry, Donnie has already gave them something to make them go numb. They don’t feel a thing physically!

Now, let’s say m/c somehow freed her parents and escaped. Now, m/c would have to burn down the entire house and find a new place to live, because they WILL find a way to get through the door if it is intact. Though, this may not even save m/c, because Donnie could easily make another one in their new home…

(Is this good? I hope it is. I love how we both just torture m/c with fictional mutant turtles with superpowers-)

Yes, it's very detailed! It's great.

Tw: restraints, implied forced surgery(?),

"Look at you! So pretty with your button eyes!" Mikey holds your face in his hands. "Now you're officially a member of the family!" His grin is wide, and a sense of glee is evident on his face.

"Yeah, you have a nice pair of buttons, bud." Raph also smiles at you, kneeling down to be closer to your eye level. His onyx, dead button "eyes" stare back at you. "I'm so happy to have you as our new member."

Leo strokes your head, "No more having to go back to the place...That wretched place where your so-called parents harboured you. But it's alright, no more having to be neglected by them! You'll just be coddled with all the brotherly and parental love you deserve!" His expression darkens when he mentions your parents, malice seeping through his words.

"And as a celebration and in memory of this wonderful event-" Donnie turns his back to you, his metal spider arm holding his phone, "Say 'Buttoning!'" Everybody poses as the camera clicks, cheering the word 'Buttoning!' alongside Donatello.

But you...You weren't smiling in the picture, you had a look of horror. Restrained in Mikey's chains, unable to speak in fear of what they would do.

#blurbs #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

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zarvasace · 11 months

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Ok actual request LU Four and Legend platonic/found sibling, piece. Preferably with some internal input from the colors in Four's head

:) ~600 words

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"Psst… Smithy."

Four pauses his walk down to the blacksmith's, looking around. He doesn't see Legend right off, but he, unlike most people might, thinks of looking down. A little pink face pokes out of the bushes butting up against the dirt road, and those eyes are too familiar.

After glancing around to make sure nobody's watching, Four dives down into the bushes and pulls the boughs to hide him from the road. Sitting in front of him, Legend is currently a pink rabbit. A really, really cute pink rabbit.

Don't react he looks embarrassed He looks pissed So normal then HE IS SO CUTE

Four casually covers his mouth to conceal the smile trying to break through. "Hey, Vet. What's up?"

Legend's little bunny nose twitches, and he scowls, but with his big cheeks, he just looks cuter. "What's up? Seriously? Are you daft?"

Now that's uncalled for He's just stressed give him a break

"Sorry," Legend says after half a second, apparently remembering that Four doesn't exactly love being called dumb or crazy, even in jokes. He snaps the apology, but he gives it, which is enough for Four.

"Whatever." Four waves a hand. "So you're a bunny right now. Do you know why? I assume that's why you called me out."

Legend gathers himself and sits up, his long ears settling into an alert position.

I wonder if they're soft Keep our hands to ourself Of course! I just wonder…

"Yes. There's a kind of… little fairy monster that does it. It's happened before, but beams don't usually come out of the Dark World." Legend hops over to peek through the bushes again, still talking. "I, stupidly, didn't bring most of my stuff with me on that walk—"

"You aren't stupid," Four corrects with a sigh.

Legend shoots him a look, then turns back to watch the road. "Maybe not, but I sure acted like it, and either way, I don't have my Moon Pearl on me. You're not sneaky, but you are trustworthy, so I need you to go get my bag, or just the Pearl, though it'll be difficult with Wind watching all our stuff—"

Moon Pearl? Don't we have, like, six of those? Yeah one second

Four digs through his bag as Legend outlines a somewhat ridiculous plan for sneaking past Wind and getting his bag without anybody noticing. He interrupts Legend's rant.

"Ahem. Legend."

Paws curled in annoyance, Legend looks back at Four and the Moon Pearl he has in his hand. His ears loosen up, and he blinks.

"You just… have those?"

"Several, yes. Is it what you need?"

Legend approaches, and Four makes sure to hold still as he feels a tiny paw brace against his hand to lift Legend up so he can look closer.

I'm with Red can we just cuddle him already Not without permission Can we at least ask

"Yep, that's a Moon Pearl, all right." Legend looks up at him. "Um. Can you keep this quiet?"

"You don't have to ask. You're not the only one with a tiny, fuzzy secret." That sounded wrong. "Anyway, pretty sure you're cuter."

He's gonna hate that No look he's flattered Awww Don't. Move.

Legend sighs a tiny bunny sigh, then climbs up onto Four's lap. "Fine. Just a little cuddling. Whatever." He seems to relax when Four gives in and touches the pink fur.

Wow his ears really are soft EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Please be quiet you'll give us a headache

…eeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#my writing #shipwrite #linked universe #lu legend #lu four #bunny legend #:)

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scarisd3ad · 6 months

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Promptober day 16 - trick or treating

Pairing - romantic!Joel miller x reader platonic!sarah miller x reader

Warnings - mentions of reader having a bad stepdad, a little angst but mostly fluffy.

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It was Joel and I's first Halloween as a married couple. I wanted his 9-year-old daughter Sarah to like me, since she hadn't really taken a liking to me at first. I understood I was just another person who was taking Joel's attention. I decided to maybe make her like me a little more than she did, so I proposed the idea of me making her a costume for scratch. at first, she looked at me brows furrowed together, and her head cocked to the side like 'why would you do that for me?' but then she finally mumbled "can you make me a zombie costume?" Sarah was a sweet girl; she just wasn't used to me yet. we had met a handful of times before Joel married me, and I'm pretty sure she assumed id last 3 months like all the other girls.

so now I'm sitting on the couch at 12 am sewing, cutting, and dying. it wasn't that I pushed the costume off procrastinating it, it just required way much work than I imagined it would. "You don't have to do this" Joel whispers his thumb caressing the side of my arm as he sits down next to me. "I just want her to like me" I whisper, he takes his hand and places it against my cheek "she does like you."

"No, no I-I understand where she's coming from. I hated my stepdad because he made no effort to even try to have a relationship with me. and-and it felt like he was stealing my mom" tears well up in my eyes "I just want to be better than him." he wipes away the tear that fell down my cheek "you are better than him, in so many ways. you're amazin'" I swallow down the lump that had been stuck in my throat as I place my hand on top of his. I wanted her to know that I wasn't just talking to her or looking at her because I wanted to get into her father's pants. my stepdad used to do it all the time, act like he stepped up, act like he was replacing my very alive father for one day just because he knew my mom would fuck him later that night. I wanted Sarah to know I wanted an actual relationship with her even if it wasn't a mother daughter type bond.

Sarah was sat in front of me her home-made zombie outfit on while I did her zombie makeup. I thought it was good, it was one of her old soccer jerseys and a pair of new shorts I had ripped up, and stained. "Thank you" Sarah whispers as I dab green tinted face paint onto her face. "It looks really good" she adds, I smile feeling some type of weird validation. I did good. "Thank you, Sarah," I whisper as I dabbed on fake blood. we sit in a comfortable silence as I add scar wax and blood to her neck to simulate a slit throat. "Do you still talked to your stepdad?" she asks which makes my brows furrow together, I've never even mentioned my stepfather to her, so I don't know how she knows I had. "What?"

"Your stepdad you said you hated him last night. do you still talk to him?" oh, oh fuck. she heard Joel and i's conversation last night; she heard me cry about the failed relationship between my stepfather and I. "no my mom and him divorced 5 years late haven't heard from him since." I whisper as I shake my head. he loved to claim he wasn't the stepfather but the father who stepped up. total bullshit because that man never 'stepped up'. "He was mean my brother and I didn't like him" she nods as she looks down at her lap "you're not mean to me; I really like you y/n." she whispers which makes my heart break in the best way possible. tears form in my eyes just as Joel rounds the corner "Woah holy crap you scared me Sarah," he jokes, which makes both Sarah and I roll our eyes and look at each other like 'this idiot.'

"don't it look good?" she asks as she shows off the fake scars and blood. "Yeah y/n did good, didn't she?" Sarah nods as she grins up at her father before sprinting off to grab her sneakers.

we're walking down the street in a neighborhood a few blocks away from ours. Sarah's a few feet ahead of us skipping down the street with a bag half full of candy. Joel and I's fingers are interlocked, it feels like I'm finally actually apart of the family and not just the random lady coming along with the father daughter duo. other family smile and nod at us it feels like a tv show. Sarah turns into the front yard of a house decked out in Halloween decorations. the front lawn is filled with those cheap animatronics and spiderwebs. on the front porch sat a little old lady with a bucket of candy in her lap. "Your costume looks so good" the old lady exclaims as she drops a hand full of candy in her bag "did your mom make it?" Sarah nods with a little smile, it feels like my heart explodes. "Wow she needs to make mine next year" the old lady jokes. "Yeah, my girls amazing, can make anything with just a few scraps of fabric" Joel chuckles as he presses a kiss to my cheek.

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@leonkennedylefthand @maexyn @truecobblepot @mfnqueen1 @zoey5252 @nezukos-number1fan @bxbyyyjocelyn @dr3amyk1ng

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #tlou #pre outbreak!joel #the last of us #pedro pascal #sarah miller #promptober #fem! reader #x fem!reader #female!reader

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mxssingmemories · 7 months

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Crashing Waves

pairing: platonic!marauders x reader, lily evans x platonic!reader, wolfstar :)

Summary: a day at the beach with the marauders!

warnings: none that i can think of!

word count: 1k ish!

Normally,you would absolutely hate the beach. You always used the excuse that you never had time-after all, being in your sixth year at Hogwarts and an honorary Marauder, you were always busy. Whether it be pranking the ever loving shit out of anyone in your way, hanging out with your best friends, or studying in the library with Lily, your schedule was busy all the time.

Unfortunately, it seemed your very best friend James had found a loophole. The minute he strutted in, you knew something was up. He had a shit-eating grin on his face which was rarely directed at you, so you didn't know what to expect.

"Guess what, Y/N?" He asked, smile growing wider.

"Oh Merlin. I don't think I want to know."

"Too bad, mate. I talked to Minnie, and since we're having Summer break in a few weeks, she's letting us take the weekend off over near Hawaii..? I think that's how you say it. I'm not sure." He rambled, excitement visible on his face.

You'd grown up in the United States, only finding out you were a witch when you moved to England after a family tragedy. You'd accepted the idea as best as you could, and on your first day you met the Marauders. They accepted you with open arms, being the people to clap the loudest when you were sorted into Gryffindor. They'd become your family. Even though it irked the boys when you spoke with words they didn't understand, the girls loved it. Lily, in particular, was quite fond of you.

"Are you insane? How the hell did you pull that off?" you asked, quite confused.

"Well, I may have asked Moony for some advice.." he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. You immediately took off with a deadly look on your face.

"Moony! Run! Run for your life!" he bellowed, chasing after you.

"Remus John Lupin, get your ass back here right now! You son of a bitch!" you yelled, scrambling through the common room trying to find the offending Gryffindor.

Lily, sitting by the fire, couldn't help but giggle as she watched your antics. Yep, she thought, that's my best friend.

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"You ready to go?" Remus asked the boys (you and Lils included, of course.) At the collective nods, he motioned for everyone to grab a hand . Seconds later, you were all at the coast. Everyone seemed awestruck at the view. The sea was absolutely gorgeous, the clear blue waves crashing against the shoreline constantly.

You honestly couldn't believe that this was all happening. It was a dream come true. You smiled and turned to the boys, watching as their faces lit up.

"Thanks for this, guys," you smiled.

"Of course, Y/N," James said, grinning widely.

"Anything for our favorite girl," Sirius added, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Lily promptly burst out laughing.

"You look like an idiot, Siri!" she said in between giggles, bending over with the force of her laughs. It wasn't too long before her laughter spread, Peter literally howling. It was about thirty minutes before everyone finally decided to sit down in the sand. You took a deep breath, smiling as the salty ocean air flooded your nose. Sirius sat right beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

"Alright, Y/N?" he asked you, sensing you were deep in thought.

"Yeah. I'm just happy I could be here with my favorite people. You guys are genuinely the best, y'know?" you smiled.

"Oh yeah, we know," he said, with a huge grin on his face. Rolling your eyes, you leaned against him.

"You're a pretty good best friend, Pads." you whispered, soft smiles present on both of your faces.

"Y'not so bad yourself, love." he beamed.

Watching the boys run around on the soft white sand with Lils chasing them made you smile even more. It was easy to feel peace here, which is something everyone needed. These days weren't that common in the state of the wizarding world-you, Sirius, Lily and James knew that all too well.

"Wanna play a game?" James asked, sauntering over with everyone in tow.

"Sure. Why not?" you gave your permission.

"Truth or dare!" Peter exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.

"...Okay. Fine. Why not." you shrugged, slightly nervous. "I'll go first. Truth or dare, Pads?"

"I don't think there's any right answer to this. Dare?" he hesitated, a panicked look coming across his face as he saw the grin on yours.

"I dare you...to kiss the prettiest person in the room." You knew the reaction this was going to have in the group, teasing smiles breaking out on everyone's faces. You knew Siri had a thing for someone in the group-you just didn't know who.

Sirius leaned over, and, to everyone's surprise except yours, kissed Remus right on the mouth. The game was forgotten as all was silent for a second before all hell broke loose.

"Holy SHIT!"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

"What the fuck just happened."

At the center of it all, Remus and Sirius sat smirking.

"Uh, Lils, why do you look pissed off?" you asked carefully, ready to lecture your best friend if you had to.

"I bet James five galleons this would happen in the common room." she mumbled, dramatically falling back in the sand.

"Oh thank god," you laughed, laying back with her.

"Well. Merry Christmas, you guys?"

"Siri, love, it's almost summer." Remus smiled, staring at his boyfriend with adoration in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah."

You'd thought the day couldn't get any better until you found a cute little muggle beach shop. Since you were the only one who'd bothered to bring American money, you offered to pay for something for everyone.

You ended up buying everyone matching ocean-themed bracelets, vowing to never take them off.

Taking a few magically-charmed Polaroids, you completed the day watching the sun set over the waves. It was beautiful in every sense of the word. When everyone finally got home tomorrow morning, you felt a sense of peace that you hadn't felt in a long time. You felt at home.

#marauders x reader #beach day #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #lily evans

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mouschiwrites · 7 months

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Hi omg I loved your hcs so much it was so cute 😭😭 idk if u do platonic asks but if so can I request Craig & Tweek finding out their close friend (f!reader) has a secret + famous tiktok account with fanart of them??? No worries if u don’t!!

EEK sorry this took so long lovely! I'm still figuring out how to write South Park characters heheh ^^" so sorry if it's a lil ooc

also thank you for your sweet words!! You’re too kind!

Word count: 816

South Park - Craig & Tweek Finding Out About Your Secret Art TikTok

You hummed along quietly to the music playing in your ears, masterfully adding details to the sketch you were working on. You were enjoying the warmer weather while it lasted; though, living in South Park, that wasn’t saying much. Any non-resident would deem the weather to be too chilly to be outside already, but you knew it was going to get much colder when fall finally set in. So, there you were, out on a park bench, sketching merrily, barely noticing the way the breeze nipped at your nose.

“Speak of the devil.”

“Devil?!”

Two familiar voices sounded from somewhere behind you. Startled, you clapped your sketchbook shut with a yelp. You had recognized the voices instantly. They were the exact people you absolutely did not need to run into right now.

Plastering on a nervous smile, you turned around slowly. Sure enough, there stood your best friends Craig and Tweek. Craig had his phone out, and judging from how close the two were standing, they had both been looking at whatever was on it.

“Hey guys. Enjoying the weather?” You began nervously as they approached your bench.

Craig had a mischievous grin as he plopped down beside you. “I guess. Pretty cold, though. Wish I was at home, snuggled up like this.” He turned his phone so you could see it.

To your horror, art from your tiktok was on the screen. It was a doodle you did not too long ago of Craig and Tweek cuddling. At the time you were proud of it, but now you buried your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?!” Tweek fretted. “Craig, you’ve upset them!”

“No, no,” you reassured him. “It’s just… you guys weren’t supposed to know about that.” Your face was so hot that you could no longer feel the cold at all.

“With the numbers you’re pulling? Honestly I’m surprised we didn’t find out sooner.”

You had sort of liked having such a large following, but it seemed that your blessing had become a curse. Feeling shameful and regretful, you pulled out your phone. “I’m sorry, guys. I really am. I’ll take the posts with you in them down. I know it’s super creepy and—”

“Hold on,” Craig grabbed your arm, stopping you before you even unlocked your phone. “It’s not creepy; you’re our friend. The only thing that’s creepy is that you kept it a secret.”

“Yeah! Why did you keep this from us? Did you think we—ack—wouldn’t like it?”

“...don’t you?” You stared at them both with a befuddled expression.

“Are you kidding? Your art style is really good. Plus, you make us look… cute… together.” Craig glanced at Tweek, giving his boyfriend’s hand a squeeze.

“So… you’re not mad?”

“I’m mad that you kept this from us!” Tweek flashed a smile. “We’ve totally been missing out!”

Craig nodded. “We’ll be looking forward to seeing more of your art. Not just of us, of course.”

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, slouching on the bench. “I was afraid you’d be mad. I mean, I was kinda drawing you without your permission.”

“I reiterate: you’re our friend. We don’t mind.”

“So, just to be clear, it’s cool if I keep drawing you guys?”

“Of course. We’re looking forward to it.”

You couldn't help but sigh again. You smiled to yourself, overjoyed to have your friends' support, especially when you had been expecting quite the opposite.

“Say, isn’t that your sketchbook?” Tweek jabbed a finger towards the book in your lap.

You perked up, remembering what you had been drawing. “Oh! It is! Do you guys want to see what I was drawing?”

You opened it up to the page you had been working on. “You guys get to see it before the rest of my followers.”

Little smiles graced your friends’ faces as they examined the work. It wasn’t finished, but it was a sketch of them both sitting on a park bench, Tweek’s head on Craig’s shoulder and their fingers intertwined atop Tweek’s knee.

“Here, Tweek, put your head like that,” Craig gestured to the page, and Tweek stiffly planted his head on Craig’s shoulder.

You giggled as they attempted to mirror their pose in the drawing. “Perfect,” you said, positioning yourself to resume drawing. “Stay just like that; I’m turning this into a still-life piece.”

When you finished, you showed your muses. Tweek’s mouth dropped open in awe. “You’re such a good artist!” He gushed, ripping the sketchbook from your hand and putting the drawing inches away from his face. While he was absorbed in admiring your work, Craig looked away somewhat bashfully.

“Do you think we could do this more often? Pose for you, I mean.”

“To give you an excuse to be cute with your boyfriend?” You teased. Then, more seriously, you told him that there was nothing you’d love more.

Unfortunately your followers didn’t enjoy the realistic piece as much as your stylized art, but to you it was the most beautiful drawing you’d done in a long time.

Thank you anon for the request! And thank you for reading! <3

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #craig tucker #tweek tweak #craig x tweek #creek #south park creek

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plegg-culture-is · 4 months

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Fannish plegg carton culture, specifically protogenic-endogenic plegg culture that later finds itself to be full of permanent resident soulbonds is —

In very very early childhood:

*Projections literally playing H.O.R.S.E or whatever that basketball game is. Of course the main fronter never played, because they are too short.*

"Huh!! Well I mean those barbecue sauce was spicy before but it's 0.05 seconds later and I feel completely different as a person and also this barbecue sauce is no longer spicy. Oh well. The teacher called me a liar over barbecue sauce so I'm gonna be a shithead to them and have a meltdown"

In middle school:

"What would Gohan do if he was in this world???"

"What would Jayfeather do if he were in this world??"

"OMG. WHAT WOULD. IZAYA ORIHARA DO IF HE WAS IN THIS SITUATION JIST SOME MIDDLE SCHOOLER NOW"

*Has full-ass slow changing "see through my eyes" quasi-ceremonies based solely on vibes since we didn't have innerworld completely built yet*

*Chasing each other in hallways and all people saw was a small autistic child running for no reason lol*

"Why the fuck can I never feel my face when something horrible happens to us me? Also I relate too much to Silver from Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver"

In high school:

"Yep just Gon and Killua from Hunter×Hunter chillin' over there. Nobody can see 'em and these feel pretty distinct from hallucinations considering I can't literally see them. Eh. Maybe just imagination."

*Checking out a pro-endogenic blog in 2015* "Yup I am just a curious singlet"

*Still chasing ourselves through hallways just less or more hidden because people are stupid.* Why the fuck am I so angry all of the time. Why the fuck do I feel like there should be more to all of this.

"Hhhh Illumi Zoldyck from Hunter×Hunter patting my head is completely normal. So is pretending I am Ethan from Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver I'M NOT PRETENDING ThOUGH??? I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS all I know is I am definitely Ethan, , not Ethan? And Illumi Zoldyck is petting my head and we are working at a McDonald's right now. What the fuck is happening" *Proceeds to ignore this and never tell anyone until we are today years old*

"My vitriol for Hisoka Morrow of Hunter×Hunter has three sides to it. I hate him and his canon. I have no clue how to explain the other two sides to this and I cannot stand my friend obsessing over this character" *Proceeds to also ignore this one too, and never tell anyone until we are today years old*

In university:

"Hey 30 year old Gladion idk if you're actually a figment of my imagination anymore but yeah sure your sister Lily and her daughter Mei can chill in here in this brain for awhile. Does this mean I'm genderfluid lol?" (Narrator: this is, in fact, NOT what genderfluidity is supposed to feel like.)

"Oh well I guess Itonai from Assassination Classroom is just decided to sleep in the bed tonight. Get the fuck off of my bed ya lazy bum. Noooo it's just wei — get back in our head you freak (//lovingly, platonic)"

*Just feeling fucking uncomfortable around sysmedicalists but especially the sysmedicalists who were anti-endogenic as well (yes there are pro-endogenic sysmeds!! Uhm but definitely not plural, nope)*

"I am now talking to these projections while brushing my teeth. Lucifer from The Devil Is A Part-Timer has literally crash-landed into our brain along with Emilia Justina. Wtf?"

*Discovers the word endogenic yet again and gets the weird euphoria again*

*Maybe our late second year at university, at fucking 11PM, after anime club finishes — Kusuo Saki just fucking chilling on top of the table via projection* "Heeey so remember that one time in high school where you had weird daydreams about that pink-haired psychic boy and the blonde with drills? Welp, Mami Tomoe picked me up on the way here —" *Queue freakout of the main fronter at this point*

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SO ANYWAYS that is. Uh. Some Stuff(tm) yaaay, anyways the good thing about this is we don't think our queer shit would ever, ever be as fucking weird as our plurality shit in the context of the societal context and chronological context we, Rusanya, live in, so figuring out we're aceplex (since we found the plurality first and asexuality is more of a veil) was mostly just an "AHA okay then lol" and we just kind of slap every label on the planet onto us that we like that we think applies, both on an individual and collective level. :D

#plegg culture is #pluralgang #plurality #actuallyplural #plural system #egg carton #submission #anendoandfriendo #protogenic #endogenic #fannish #long post

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jils-things · 2 months

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❨♡❩ valentine's week ; platonic day

okay my biggest regret for this letter is that I don't actually have enough platonics to fit in here, like really major platonics because they all went to the familials AHDHFHSJDJJS but hey as long as i have someone, i'm more than willing to talk about them 💚

im gonna throw a little curveball here and start off with hero! before i got into poke.mon wholely, i was in a very deep o.mori mood. i loved the game so much, i played it blind and found myself to really adore hero. words cannot describe how happy i feel when i see him. he's a nice mix of comfort character and platonic f/o to me. i think he's the first guy that made me really feel so attached to him and talk about him like he was my best friend - i was literally branded as the hero friend in my circle just because of it 😭 as i played the game, i couldn't help but feel so connected to him. he's so mature, he's a great big brother, hilariously the charming type and he's not big headed. he's in fact a little self insecure... and part of me really just understood him well there. my sympathy and care for him grew all the more when i see him in the current timeline, especially what he had to go through for mari and kel. i remember being so happy when i saw overworld hero debut for the first time, heck i'm pretty sure i almost teared up in joy. hero is most definitely the highlight of my o.mori journey, his character just so happened to connect to so many favorite little topics i liked (him with sharks? cooking? love interest in mari?) so many things to love about him! its safe to say that hero is truly the first platonic i ever cared so deeply for. i'm a little sad that I don't have that spark at the moment to go back to him due to fandom jumps but just know that i'm absolutely down to talk about hero anytime

anndddd of course, as many of you all expected... it's blue! if not appleshipping, then it's the silly caramelapple goofies! blue was not gonna escape my grip if i were to romantic f/o red. like come on, this guy is the second closest to being associated with red. but that aside - i really like sun and moon blue more! i'm not exactly too fond of his younger alternative but for the character development i 100 respect him. sun and moon blue however is just the perfect mixture of - fun, mature and cocky. he's a bit of a flashy guy but at least he knows how to hold his ground. blue is just cool. he's definitely a lot more sociable than red but that's what makes the dynamic even funner! with jaide inserted in the group he becomes the token responsible adult and i think its funny 💚

since my platonic list is too small im gonna cheat a little and bring my friends' poke.spe ocs who i included in my platonic fo list AKFLFLFKDLLD hi bee hi nero uhh im cheating shhh sorry 😔

ok so like!! this maroon berry and clear salt!! (jaide stone is on the far left) if im being honest... reading poke.spe is not the same to me anymore because i always have the pok.espe parents in my brain no matter what. it can be over the littlest, trivial things yet my brain will go "ooh, what would maroon/clear do in here" like genuinely a lot of our fanon ideas are just real to me at this point. red has a brother?? fuck yeah dude. crystal's mom is meh but her divorced husband is better?? yeah. yeah REAL. the best part about having clear and maroon close to me is that i actually tend to imagine what would jaide be doing with them together, i mean clear has a little connection to d.evon corp and that's already a great bridge to ponder over how jaide and clear interacts. we may have not written anything TOO canon yet but the ideas are there. and then there's maroon with red meeting gold. there's a perfect bridge to make jaide at least interact with them. i know we're just floating on the bridge of ideas and we didn't actually canonize as much with the parents together but it's just so fun to think about, y'know?? maroon and clear are just written so amazingly well to me and well we're here to deliver therapy to our kids 🤧🤧 i promise you there's a lot of times where i wanted to cook smth that unites all 3 of them together but I just didn't have the time 😭 btw maroon is definitely the person i'd run to for comfort because she wouldn't judge no matter what and would find a way to comfort and of course give a nice nice delicious meal. clear is probably a little more difficult to befriend but if i imagine if you at least get past his cold ice exterior he's a very sweet man (and maroon can vouch for that ☝️☝️)

sorry this ended up becoming a little message to my actual friends but ahakskdjdjd i tried 😭

oh oh and big big BIG shoutout to my fucked up cartridge family created by my circle of pokep.asta obsessed mutuals AKKDKFJDJD 💚💚💚 from fuckin mike and steven stou.ghton, to kalei to jasper to grey to megabyte to rainbow to teo to jayden to blake to jett to orion to EVEN RHYS' PAPARAZZI to FUCKIN GREYYYY AAHHH GREYYYYY (UGLY CRIES) I'D PLASTER IMAGES BUT I FEEL BAD SHARING TOO MUCH ART DRAWN BY YALL HERE BUT I LOVE THEM UGHHH

yeah I didn't have much of an elaborate outline going on here unlike my last one its a little more passionate and sporadic AHJSDJJSHS anyways yayyayayay love my frens :]]] thank you platonics :]]]

#~ rambling #~ lovemail #hero.plat #blue.plat #pokespe parents

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 1 year

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Being Thor's best friend + Týr's Fiance part 3

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Reader: female | Thor x sister-in-law Reader (Platonic)| Týr x reader (romantic eventually)

Notes: thanks for waiting so long guys.

Warnings: bitchy ass mom w / her bitchey ass friends.

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Týr would be up before you would the next morning, your cuddled in close to him, head barried his chest, his arm drapped around you

The loose shirt you're wearing exposes from your neck to your shoulder, and even a bit of your arm

He thinks you're pretty

And FUCK do certain people know.

Freya. Sif. His mother. The dragon that likes to sneak in and grab food off the counter

Anyone that would listen really

He's sure he's told you

But not really he tends to marvel at you instead

Which causes him to go silent and just stare.

Luckily his hands are warm and when he places one of your bare shoulder you sink into it.

And just casually rubs your shoulder, looking at your tattoos he hadnt seen before

He gets startled when you toss and turn, turning to your other side with your back to him.

He's just glad he doesnt disturb you.

He'll admit he wants to kiss you, but just wont.

Well a kiss on the cheek never hurt no body-

"OH Y/N!" Freyr cheered with a bright smile, slamming the shutters open.

"No!" She shouted, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at him.

"Hey! Someone didn't get laid -" Freyr argued Y/n getting up on the bed, "Shit!"

She jumped out the window barefoot and in a night gown, chasing after him as if he was prey.

Choking Freyr out at the crack of dawn in a puddle of mud?

Absolutely

He rather you be passive, but he cant stop you

Plus, no real damage is being done.

You come back covered in mud.

"Morin!"

"Ah. Good morning..." Týr chuckled, "You have fun?"

Y/n nodded, "Yeah. I think Freyr knows who's better anyhow."

So as the mud dries on your skin you offer him to go take a bath in a near by lake.

He takes you up on the offer.

You both dont think much of it as you walk together carrying your chlothes for afterward.

You only realized what you've asked as you both stand infront of the water.

"You can!-"

"Oh no-"

The two chuckled.

"Neither of us thought this through I think." Y/n laughed.

"No. We didn't."

Shit you might as well at his point.

Luckily you found a tree and hid behind it as you undressed before jumping in the water.

You manage to convince him in but turn your back, giving him the same amount of privacy he allowed you

Soon akward bathing turns into you guys messing around.

Because tbh your a massive child at heart

Throwing water at one another out of all things, till one gives up

Its you

You can't compete with the massive waves he can make with a wave of his arm

By the end of it your cleaned sure, but now exhausted

Both are now dressed. You sit on a log outlooking the lake

"I'll get you next time." Y/n told

"I look forward to it." He responded smiling at her causing her to chuckle and shake her head.

Its already turning mid-day as you guys sit by the lake in peace

You do feel like the conversation does go kinda dry between you two.

Its like there is nothing else to talk about but so much at the same time

The wedding, perhaps, or really- what to do after it...

"Are they expecting a kid out of us?" Y/n pipped up.

"I. I'm sorry?" He asked, confused.

"Our parents. Are they expecting ae have a child together?" Y/n asked, "like immediately. What happens if we hate each other."

"You are very much a delight to me, Y/n."

Y/n sighed, "I just..."

"Y/n." He spoke, she turning to look at him, "When you are ready, you are ready, when you are not, you are not. That is your choice. The greatest wars are often against oneself. The hardest to win is the one where your heart, your gut sides together, but your mind and your upbringing sides with another, your mother in this case."

"Read me like a book..." she chuckled under her bresthe, "thats gonna get tiring real soon you know."

Týr smiled softly at her, he letting y/n lean into his side as he wrapped an arm around her.

"What's your opinion?" Y/n asked.

"I have no opinion." Týr explained, "there's nothing to have an opinion on. Not on your feelings."

"Your opinion about our parents, I mean." Y/n responded

"Oh well, that. That's a different subject."

You felt the safest you have in a very very long time.

And its. Relaxing almost.

He's pretty sure your the god of sleep though, as you fall asleep on him after you had gotten comfortable.

He lets you snooze and soon snoozes himself

He'll admit he's not used to adventures like you take him on: for the laughs and the funs, his are usually go here: diplomacy here and there

When he wakes up a few hours later you're gone

Your mother had snatched you right from his side

You were just having the time of your life with your mother

"You should be glad I am giving you a choice here." Her mother ordered holding the dress up to Y/n's form.

Y/n yawned, pushing it away.

"I do like, it's pretty white is pretty," Her mother smiled, "You'll look to big in it."

Y/n was silent tired still in her eyes.

"What do you think?" Her mother asked turning to her friends.

"Do you want her look pregnant?" One chuckled.

"Are you pregnant dear? Or perhaps you should lay off the meed."

"Yeah and your all whores so I'll take your words with a grain of fuckin salt."

"Y/n." She was scolded by her mother, Y/n, rolling her eyes.

"Disrespectful little twat." Her mothers friend snapped.

"Oh no. Im so hurt. Mama! Tell the bad lady to stop it!" Y/n cried, a smirk painting her face as she walked away, "I'll find a dress on my own."

Unfortunately, your attempt to leave is well, non existant and your trying on multiple dresses.

Your mother ended up picking a white one: just as bland as she is.

You picked a soft red one, its not bold or strong in color, but it's old, older than you, and decorated beatifully.

So while your mother's too busy laughing it up making fun of you, you take it and leave quickly.

You run into your father outside tending his little garden he always did that.

He looked to see you, holding the dress bundled up, ready to run for the hills with it.

"Quickly. Come on." He spoke guiding her along, "lets get it all folded for you to not ruin."

He's quick to rush you into his little shed where he kept to himself most of the time.

He helps you fold it and put it in a handmade sack and handed it to you.

You thanked him.

You and your dad were always awkward in a sense.

He loved you, and you loved him, but your mother always ruined everything

And that caused a rift.

"Go. Quickly." He spoke, "before your mother finds out you've taken it, go now!"

Y/n nodded and rushed off quickly.

When you get back in the room, your starttled by Týr.

How fast he comes at you next almost scares you as well.

"Are you alright?! You disappeared! I was worried!" His words quick, his voice raising with every word which were laced with concern.

Y/n shifted slightly, back against the door, and sack in arms.

He sighs in releif, the sigh visibly easying Y/n.

"I'm... okay..." y/n spoke softly, "sorry..."

"No, it..." he sighed, "I should have not of rushed you in such a way. I was..."

"Worried?" Y/n asked he nodding, "you don't have to apologize for being worried...I should be sorry I worried you so much."

He looked down at her as she looked up at him, soon moving her eyes away from his gaze, just to look back at him and chuckled softly.

"You... do that a lot."

"Hm?"

"Stare." Y/n responded.

"Ah. I." Týr chuckled, his laugh having a flustered tone to it, "I'm sure I have told you before, of your beauty."

Y/n's expression told it all, her lips formed a goofy smile as she looking down in response.

"Oh..uh. my dress." Y/n responded, "for...the ceremony...would you uh...like to see?"

"If you'd like."

Y/n nodded, passing him and making it to the bed to put the sack down and pull out the dress.

"It's uh..red and uh black." Y/n smiled smally, "I liked the sleeves..."

She held it to herself, turning to look at him, "I wasn't going to wear shoes with it...since no one would see my feet anyway. Plus, the cold never really bothered my feet."

A finger carefully grazed the deep v neckline.

"It'll look beautiful on you." He told.

Y/n smiled, looking up at him, her stomach in knots. Face hot to the touch. Her skin glowed and seemed soft as ever. A hand carassed her cheek she leaning into his touch.

"Can I....confess." Y/n spoke.

"Has something gone wrong?"

"I...believe I have....fallen." y/n responded, "for...you that is..."

Týr looked at her, she was concerned, worried. Afraid.

"Y/n." Týr spoke, "I...I..."

"I shouldnt have-"

"No- Y/n-"

"I got caught up I am sorry-"

"I feel the same-"

"Please, don't say that to make me feel better-"

"Y/n." He stopped her, "I feel the same."

Oh. oh SHIT ITS HAPPENING

You kinda don't care what happens to that dress you once had in your hand as you melt into his palm

Bro didnt even have to kiss you before you were melting for him

Kiss him. Kiss him. Kiss him.

He ends up just placing a firm kiss on your cheek, holding your face as he does its so sweet and soft.

His beard tickles you.

And your doing stupid laughter.

He starts laughing too he doesn't know what's funny even.

You guys are having a laughing fit.

And it ends with you both dying on the bed. He looks over at you to have you start laughing again

And you both start up again,

This time he grabs you: softly too, ontop of you as you laugh and smile, crying almost.

"I don't understand!" He laughs, Y/n taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Okay. Okay..." she breathes, the smile hurting her face as she looked up at him, "im okay..."

He raised an eyebrow as she started up again.

This wasn't ending any time soon.

But it made him happy, to see you laugh so hard it hurt.

He's gonna be telling anyone about it for days.how pretty it was to just sit there and watch you smile and laugh.

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