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cockdestroyer32 · 1 year

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i'm never lonely

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 1677

tags: touch starvation, kinda fluff? hurt/comfort, injured reader

summary: after getting hurt out on a job, tangerine offers to help you with your injury

authors note: wassup. this took me forever bc of school, wouldn't say this is my best work but I hope u enjoy nonetheless. this one goes out to all my lonely girls out there I love y'all and im wit u. not even sure if a lot of tangerine enthusiasts are still alive but if you are, this is for you whores. title is from 'to be loved' by aurora which is a banging song btw. thx

There were only four guys currently in the room you were in— Tangerine fighting half, and you the other. But before these four guys there were two, then five, then three that you’d fought in the other rooms of the stash house, so needless to say, you were pretty fucking tired. You kept your fists up, breathing heavily trying to get oxygen back in your lungs as quickly as possible, hoping it’d make you feel as strong and confident as you usually do when fighting. You were still quick to your feet, putting up a very good fight for the two guys. You could hear Tangerine struggling with one of the men, apparently having successfully knocked out the other one. On any other fight, this would’ve been your cue to get your head up and deal with these little shits as quickly as possible, you couldn’t let Tangerine defeat his bunch before you could yours, but at this point, you were just hoping he could help you knock them out so you could go to your hotel room, take a shower and get some rest. You finally managed to drop one of them to the ground, now only having to focus on dimwit over here. You struggle for a bit. However, out of nowhere, the motherfucker you dropped picks up a cane off the floor and hits you over the head with it. The pain is tremendous— with you instinctively shutting your eyes and placing your palm on your forehead, ignoring the fact you were still part of an ongoing fight. Your hearing is muffled, and since you shut your eyes you can only feel your body fall to the ground, refusing to remove your hand from your forehead, as if you were trying to fix the throbbing pain and have your brain waves be in agreement once again. After sitting on the concrete floor for a few seconds, you see Tangerine. He removes your hand from your face and brushes your hair back, trying to see how much damage was made.

“Fucking hell, you’re bleeding. We need to get you out of here, come on.” You try and stand up with his help, then you make your way to your car. You practically throw yourself into the passenger seat, and when you shut the door you rest your head on the window. The rest of the drive to the safe house was a big blur, with you being awake but not quite there, like that feeling when you’re half asleep and all your thoughts just stop making sense.

The safe room was secluded enough, since none of the outside lights were on, the building blended into the night obfuscating its details, but not enough so you couldn’t make out the entry door. You open the car door and make your way to the entry, not looking back to Tangerine who you expected to be right behind you. He pulls out a key and opens the door. This wasn’t Tangerine’s safe house. The man who’d hired you gave you the key to this place to hide in and patch yourselves up in case things went to shit. This is things going to shit. Kind of. The place looks pretty beat up, with some dust covering the floor and most of the other surfaces. There were half-drank Coca-Cola cans on the desks, and a few jackets lying around the room, but the unsatisfactory aesthetics of the room weren’t your center of attention at the moment, that title would go to the much-needed first aid kit on one of the desks.

“I need a mirror.” You request Tangerine as you sit down on the chair next to the desk, ready to start your ‘patching myself up’ routine. But instead of doing as asked, Tangerine pulls the other chair next to the same desk in front of you and sits down.

“What?” You ask.

“I can do that.”

“I can do it, it’s fine.”

“With all due respect love, just a few minutes ago you could barely stand up by yourself, so it’s probably best if you let me help you, yeah?” He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, as if you had already said ‘yes’ to his suggestion. This really was not the time to get into an argument with Tangerine. You were much too hurt and too tired to argue that you were capable of taking care of yourself.

You don’t say ‘yes’. You don’t even say ‘okay’. You just put the gauze pad and solution down. He drags his chair closer to yours— your knees practically touching now, and brushes your hair back with his hand, his fingers grazing your skin, you instinctively close your eyes at the surprisingly tender touch— which you do not appreciate, not one bit. In this line of work, intimacy was a rather hard commodity to find. You are always moving, always going to different places for jobs, and even if you could stay in one place, bonding with someone would be quite impossible. This job, as good as the money is, had slowly ripped out the last of your patience, and wish to meet people and cultivate relationships. And even if you were to get over all of these things and meet someone new and normal, there was still one little thing: you were still a goddamn assassin for hire.

It didn’t mean you didn’t want it: some nights, after jobs you would go to a café and sit down on a chair outside the venue, and you would watch people. You saw them interact with each other under the bright city lights; families, friends, people and their significant others, everyone. Whether they were happy, sad, or angry— they were usually with someone, either if they were laughing, crying, fuming...it didn’t matter, because they were together. And you sat by yourself in the café. Then you would go home, and sleep on the much too big hotel bed, by yourself. You just hated it was him. You hated that as much as he plagued you when you worked together he had just touched you and you melted.

“Don’t fall asleep.” He urged, referring to you shutting your eyes which totally-was-not an accidental moment of weakness.

“You know that’s a myth right? I won’t die if I fall asleep.”

“Well right now I can’t really spot the difference between you falling asleep and dying and I really don’t feel like having to drag your body outside for burial today.”

You scoffed. Tangerine takes the pad close to your face and starts to clean up the wound. Your shoulders are relaxed and your vision locked on your knees, not moving one muscle, terrified that if you look at him he’ll see right through you, that he’ll see just how much this small gesture is messing with you right now. He was attentive with his craft, touching your skin with absurdly light dabs as if you were made of glass. He put his left hand on your cheek, lightly holding your face so he could have more support while cleaning your wound, and you’re going fucking crazy. You want to put your hand on his and interlock your fingers together, or maybe hold his face and trace his details with your finger, or maybe have him hold you for a second, anything to make you feel close to him a while. You wondered if he felt the same: he had his more pleasant brother Lemon, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it was enough for him, if he wanted someone else in his life, if he longed for connection as much as you did. You would never dare to ask. You find yourself much more relaxed than when you had first sat down on the chair, your eyes falling heavy, shutting and opening them as your thoughts got even more scrambled than they were before.

He moves on to putting the tiny white band-aids on your wound.

“We’re done.”

“Mmhmm…”

“You alright?”

You mumble some nonsense. At this point you’re practically sleeping. Tangerine smiles and observes you for a second, unsure of what to do.

He wraps his arms around you, as if starting a hug, and lifts you up. Your barely conscious self rests your head on his shoulder and returns his favor, wrapping your arms around him. He takes you to a couch in the side of the room, places you on it, then takes off his jacket, folding it and placing it under your head as a pillow. He’s not sure he’s ever seen you this calm before, so he makes sure not to take this moment for granted. He doesn’t know what to do now. Does he sit next to you and hold your hand as you sleep? Does he stroke your hair? He may want to, but should he?

He places a chair near the couch and watches you. He kind of feels like a creep for doing it, but he’d curse himself more if something bad happened while you slept than if he was potentially being creepy right now.

He wondered if you saw how mortified he was while helping you, if you could hear how fast his heart was beating, if you could see right through him. He wanted to be close to you, to be held and to hold, but he was also too scared to even look at you. He laughed at the thought of you finding out. If you knew just how much he wanted this you’d never let him hear the end of it. And if he knew how much you also wanted it he’d never let you hear the end of it.

This time he doesn’t have to be scared, you’re asleep, so he’s sure you’re unable to see his anguish right now.

He watches you breathe. He wants to take your hand. He doesn’t. And he wonders if anything will change tomorrow, if you’ll see through each other. But in the meantime, he’s just gonna keep looking at you.

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foolsocracy · 4 months

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Wassup it’s me I’m drunk and I’m emotional abt Robbie. The way u depict him is so fucking amazing I can’t even deal with it dude what the fuck. He makes me so emotional. He deserved so much more he was brilliant and to meet the fate that he did in canon? FUCK dude. Spider Robbie is a heartbreaking but brilliant concept. Like the grief and the anger and how there always ends up being a Spiderman. Peter ends up being Robbie’s Ben, he ends up as just another part of a backstory, just another tragic loss to someone who will become so much more- and he probably prefers that. Robbie break my heart and the way you depict him is honestly the best I’ve ever seen- although he’s so so underrated as is. If anyone asked me why I love noir and his comics I’d show them ur account and art bc rlly that explains it all

what they did to robbie was soooo fucked up i cant even express it. He was brilliant and noble and sought a better world and they snuffed him out. I CANNOT allow this injustice i need him to be alive and well and happy.

I think Robbie would make a fantastic spider! He's driven and sticks hard to his morals, plus he's incredibly inquisitive and not afraid to stick himself into dangerous situations (and take care of others in them, lest we forget he gave someone his jacket in Ellis).

Peter being Robbie's Ben really wounds me so im not strong enough to keep him fully dead (thank u spider god resurrection powers. even if he comes back fucked up), but if I was a stronger person I could totally see how completely losing Peter would snowball into a full spider-ification of robbie. Ofc Ofc Peter sacrificing himself for Robbie even in this au definitely has its effects. for sure.

I'm really glad you like my depiction of him and all my noir stuff!! :,] thats very very high praise I truly appreciate it. I love him dearly it makes my heart ache

#this is suuuch a real ask thank u #shortandgay #robbie is my baby fr i need to protect him from the world forever and ever #also the whole last part of ur ask.......... OUGHGHGHGHGHGH YOURE SO KINNNDDDDDDD #ooohh wow :................]#asks #robbie robertson #spider robbie au #id write u an essay if i could #when will the rest of u send drunk asks praising robbie robertson huh?#where is the drive where is the passion

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fionajames · 14 days

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defectivevillain · 1 year

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struck by your lightning, chii

reader’s pronouns: he/him

here’s chapter one [you’ll want to read this first, otherwise this part won’t make much sense]

as i mentioned in part one, this is a chat fic and the formatting was mostly made for ao3. it’s a lil wonky here, so here’s the ao3 version if you’d prefer to read that :)

a lil recap of last chapter: you're assigned to work the red carpet at a national awards gala. there, you interview tons of celebrities, including kaminari! kaminari is super nice & you leave the event feeling exhausted, relieved, and satisfied all at once. you return home to take a light nap, only to wake up to a notification from your phone. it seems kaminari is texting you...? that's weird.

Direct Message

You: SKJNFIOE LK>BFGJSL B>GEJRHKR BLWUIFKGJ ER

Kaminari Denki: u good?

You: TOTALLY COMPLETELY FINE

Kaminari Denki: OKAY, GOOD ?

You: YEP…

You: 😶

Kaminari Denki: 😶 😶

You: sorry i didn’t believe you

You: i have to be careful with messages from unknown numbers…

You: well, you get it, i’m sure.

Kaminari Denki: ya i get it

You: also, i have something to say to you

Kaminari Denki: wassup

You: waffles are better fck u

Kaminari Denki: ur so wrong.

You: I AM ABSOTLEUYL NOT

Kaminari Denki: LMFAO YOU ABSOTLEUYL ARE

You: FUCK U

Kaminari Denki: 😘

You: hold on. hold onnnnnn.

You: how’d u get this number ??

You: pls don’t tell me my number is leaked

Kaminari Denki: nahhh it’s not leaked

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You have to breathe a sigh of relief at that. It’s not like you’re an important public figure or anything, but the thought of anyone having access to your phone number sends shivers down your spine. You already get enough spam calls.

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Kaminari Denki: i got ur number cuz…

Kaminari Denki: idol perks

You: you just asked my coworker, didn’t you

Kaminari Denki: yup

You: sigh…

Kaminari Denki: they told me that if i hurt you

Kaminari Denki: they’d murder me

You: gsjfdkheng3oaejk….

You: just give me a moment to scream

Kaminari Denki: …

You: ok im bck

Kaminari Denki: LOL dude ur good dw abt it 😭

Kaminari Denki: i thought it was kinda cute actually

You: unfortunately, they were dead fucking serious… they could kill a bitch

You: i wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already killed someone, actually…

Kaminari Denki: well that’s comforting

You: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You: also, congrats on the award !

Kaminari Denki: thx

Kaminari Denki: does this mean you’ll listen to my music now?

You: maybe

Kaminari Denki: hmph :/

You: why?

Kaminari Denki: why what?

You: idk. why do you care? it’s not like my listening will give you any money

Kaminari Denki: …

Kaminari Denki: cause ur cute and i like you?

You: what

Kaminari Denki: wha

You: what

Kaminari Denki: wha

You:

Kaminari Denki: welp i’m just gonna go then 🏃🏃🏃

You: no waittt

You: sorry, you just surprised me

Kaminari Denki: no one’s ever said that to you before?

You: well, i mean, yeah, but…

Kaminari Denki: who. when. where. why.

You: plssss

You: what album should i start on then

Kaminari Denki: lightning

You: oki

Kaminari Denki: tell me how u like it after ;0

You: okiii

You: alr i’m gonna go to bed

Kaminari Denki: gn (´｡• ω •｡`)

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Kaminari: it’s been a week are you alive

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You grimace at the notification displayed on your lock screen. Admittedly, you hadn’t meant to ignore him- time just slipped away from you. Guilt stews in your chest all the same.

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You: no i’m definitely not

Kaminari: sooo what’d ya think

You: oh SHIT that’s what i forgot to do

You: im so sorryyyyy the agency has been running me ragged 🙏

Kaminari: don’t apologize for doing ur job,, lol

Kaminari: what are they having you do?

You: whaleeee

You: before, i was more of a local reporter

You: but since the awards, i’ve actually been interviewing other celebrities and stuff

Kaminari: oh

You: it’s weird, tbh

Kaminari: ya a lot of music folks are pretty weird

You: says you

Kaminari: oi! i’m not weird 😡

You: im jk lolll

Kaminari: you know for a reporter you have awful grammar

You: well fck u2 then

Kaminari: :P

You: people keep recognizing me now,,, it’s weird

You: like literally a girl came up to me yesterday and was like “you interviewed kaminari!!”

Kaminari: oh shit lol

You: right?

You: other than that, i’ve been good

You: hbu? you’ve probably been busy

Kaminari: nah, not that much. just writing new music.

You: oh cool

You: speaking of music

You: i really liked your album

Kaminari: rly? u listened to it?

You: ofc i did!!!! it was cool

Kaminari Denki: what was ur fave song :P

You: probably shockwave!

You: it was very heartfelt

Kaminari: yeah… i wrote that one in the midst of a breakup

You: awe :(

You: at least it made a great song, haha

Kaminari Denki: yeah, that’s a good way to think about it actually

You: 😌

Kaminari Denki: so what other music do you listen to, then?

Kaminari Denki: besides mine, obviously

You: i listen to sero’s music sometimes

Kaminari Denki: skljehgeiroljhngejlrkshg

You: have you heard of him?

Kaminari Denki: …

Kaminari Denki: yes

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You:

You: r u good?

You: u got rly weird all of a sudden

Kaminari Denki: one sec, i need to kill a bitch

You: wut

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Direct Message

Kaminari: SERO I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU

Sero Brain Cells: I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO RIP YOUR POSTER

Sero Brain Cells: IT WAS AN ACCIDENTTTTTT

Kaminari: what

Sero Brain Cells: what

Kaminari: what poster.

Sero Brain Cells: ohshit💀

Kaminari: sero. what poster.

Sero Brain Cells: ur limited edition one….? ha…… ha……

Kaminari: wow i am literally going to kill you twice

Sero Brain Cells: NO PLS SPARE ME

Kaminari: and to think that wasn’t even what i was going to talk to you about

Kaminari: damn

Kaminari: ok. focus, kaminari.

Sero Brain Cells: i swear i’ll make it up to you bro

Kaminari: you will?

Sero Brain Cells: yes just ask for a favor. any favor and i’ll do it

Kaminari: perfect. stop making music forever.

Sero Brain Cells: okay

Kaminari: nice

Sero Brain Cells: great

Kaminari: perfect

Sero Brain Cells: wait WHAT THE FUCK

Kaminari: u heard me hoe

Sero Brain Cells: wtf crawled up ur ass dude

Kaminari: i asked my friend what kind of music he listens to and he said yours

Sero Brain Cells: holy shit ur talking to that reporter?

Kaminari: HOW IN THE HELL

Kaminari: LITERALLY HOW DID YOU KNOW

Sero Brain Cells: lmfaooo

Sero Brain Cells: kami, i know all of ur other friends. bc they’re also my friends.

Kaminari: sighhhhh

Sero Brain Cells: anyway. he listens to my music?

Kaminari: -_-

Sero Brain Cells: that’s cool tbh

Kaminari: -_-

Sero Brain Cells: give him my number, will u?

Kaminari: i despise you

Kaminari: why are we friends

Sero Brain Cells: because i’m sexy and hot and funny?

Kaminari:

Sero: <3 ?

Kaminari: … <3

Sero Brain Cells: and bc i make good music? ;)

Kaminari is offline.

Sero Brain Cells: damn 💀

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Direct Message

You: u good, dude…? it's been a few days…

Kaminari Denki: definitely… dude.

You: don’t kill sero, pls? I like his music :$

Kaminari Denki: oof

You: i’m messing with you

You: although i do actually like his music a lot

Kaminari Denki: staHp

You: but i like ur music more ;)

Kaminari Denki: DSNJKGLJSNJGFKSGJLS

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Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: oh!! also!!! i completely forgot- u left ur placard on the red carpet the other day

You: oh FUCKKKKKK MEEEEE

Kaminari Denki: i mean if you insist

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You:

Kaminari Denki: [placard.jpg]

[placard.jpg]: A picture of the ever-familiar placard that you had at the red carpet. The back is filled with your rampant scribblings and notes. It’s hardly legible once you really look at it. Upon closer investigation, there’s a note in glittery gold ink at the bottom with a cute doodle of a Pikachu. Evidently, that was Kaminari’s doing.

You: AKSJHGSDJSHJKHJS THANK YOU FOR SAVING IT

You: omfg that would’ve been so bad if someone else had gotten ahold of it…

Kaminari Denki: yeah some of these notes are hilarious, dude

Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Ground Zero anything. Ever.”

You: NOOOOOO you weren’t supposed to see that

Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Shoto about his father,” is a rly good one actually

You: oh goddddd pls spare me

Kaminari Denki: dude it’s okay calm down

Kaminari Denki: do u want it back

You: yeah ig

You: wouldn’t want to leak industry secrets 🙄

You: since u have it… can u just mail it to me

Kaminari Denki: don’t have ur address

You: well i’ll just give it to you then, dude

Kaminari Denki: i don’t have postal

You: wut 😶

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Direct Message

Kaminari: DUDE HELP MEEEEE

Kaminari: SOS SOS SO FUCKING S

Sero Brain Cells: what’d u do this time

Kaminari: so yk how the cuteass reporter dropped his placard and i picked it up

Sero Brain Cells: u did??? dawg ur whipped 💀

Kaminari: THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT

Kaminari: but anyway i texted him abt it today and he said i could just mail it to him

Kaminari: but!! i was hoping to see him again and obv i didn’t want that to happen

Sero Brain Cells: and????

Kaminari: and… [textconvo.screenshot]

Sero Brain Cells: oh i know you did nottttt

Kaminari: I PANICKED AND SAID I DIDN’T HAVE POSTAL

Sero Brain Cells: yeah,,,, i can see that…..

Kaminari: I'M SO DONE

Sero Brain Cells: dude no ur not

Kaminari: wut

Sero Brain Cells: this is ur chance!!!!!! u can get him to hang out w u by offering to give him the placard thingy

Kaminari: have i ever told u that ur a genius

Sero Brain Cells: not enough, evidently

Kaminari: WELL UR A GENIUS

Kaminari is offline.

Sero Brain Cells: well, ty

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Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: oi i have an idea

You: what’s up

Kaminari Denki: abt the placard

You: yes?

Kaminari Denki: ur agency’s near that one cafe right

You: espressobeanz? yes

Kaminari Denki: i can meet u there tmrw

You: um what

Kaminari Denki: ?

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You: wait what

Kaminari Denki: what?

You: idk, just… don’t you have more important things to do

Kaminari Denki: not rly

You: ok…

Kaminari Denki: plus i wanna hang out :(

You: ohhhh oki

You: wait holup holdup

You: the cafe is kinda public… r u gonna be ok

Kaminari Denki: why wouldn’t i be

You: idk don’t you get mobbed in public whenever people recognize you

Kaminari Denki: i mean yeah but it’s fine

You: u sure?

Kaminari Denki: yep!

You: okiii sounds like a plan then

Kaminari Denki: cool

You: i get off work at 3pm so let’s just meet then?

Kaminari Denki: 👍

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Direct Message

Kaminari: omfg sero ur forgiven for ripping my poster

Sero Brain Cells: HOORAY

Kaminari: im meeting w him tomorrow Ψ(`_´ # )↝

Sero Brain Cells: niiiiice!!

Kaminari: i'm so scared

Sero Brain Cells: what why

Kaminari: i'm scaredddd

Sero Brain Cells: okay okay don’t freak out

Sero Brain Cells: have you picked out an outfit?

Kaminari: nope

Sero Brain Cells: okay so here’s what we’ll do. I’ll meet u at ur place tn and i’ll help u pick out something to wear

Kaminari: and i’ll order food

Sero Brain Cells: YES NOW U GET IT

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You throw your phone on the couch and bury your head in your hands. Your heart is racing at the thought of seeing Kaminari again. You have to pause and take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Thankfully, you have the rest of today to spend freaking about and picking out ten different outfits that you’ll never wear.

As for right now, though… It’s time to distract yourself. You pull up a Youtube video and resolutely pretend not to think about your date tomorrow.

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thx for reading <33333

tagging: @tejas-kris and @felmierr :0

#defectivevillain #kaminari x reader #kaminari x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #male reader #masc reader #yuh yuh #transmasc reader #ig #I mean I'm transmasc so #yeah that counts

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tinywitchgoblin · 15 days

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Hey wassup, I’m delusional (and insane) and I saw your past posts, so which bad batch member would you ship me with?

Im Hispanic (Dunno if that’s important lol). Brown curly hair and brown eyes. Tan skin but I have low iron so I kinda look pale but not too pale. I got two little moles on my chin that I’m insecure about but sometimes I’m confident about them. I’m 5’5. I struggle with anxiety but I’m coping with my depression, I occasionally have really bad depressive episodes. I’m bipolar. Sometimes I act so confident in myself and other times I get insecure and try to hide my stomach.

Some things about me is that I love to write and make poetic shit, like I will sound like a insane hopeless romantic. I like to use cheesy pick up lines when I get comfortable enough. Music is my life and savior. Will legit make a whole playlist or CD dedicated to someone. I LOVE to dance to literally anything, usually if I try to get someone to dance with me is because I just wanna have fun with someone and be able to laugh and feel alive. Dancing is just a way to express myself and have someone alongside me. I love painting, cooking and reading. I adore romantic poetry. My friends consider me as the mom of the group. I’m loyal and I’ll always put other before me ( it’s a curse). If you need anything, honey I’m right here like a genie. I hopelessly devote myself to others. I LOVE taking care of others though, maybe it’s because that’s what I’ve been doing for majority of my life.

I Love cinema. Like deeply love cinema. I’m always up for a night or day full of movies and shows and being lazy on the couch or bed. My definition of Netflix and chill is to literally Netflix and chill, we are watching movies only! Will use quotes from movies on a daily basis and expect someone to get it and finish the quote. Kind of a introverted but I can be social if I know enough people in one space. I’m always up for adventure and thrill in life, like wanna go on a roller coaster? Heck yeah. Wanna dance? Aint gotta ask me twice. Try new things? Might be nervous but I’m up for it.

My standards for love and a relationship can be described as Melanie Martínez’s song High School Sweethearts.

Alright that’s it. Thank you and have a blessed day! <3

Thanks, you too 💚

I ship you with...

Wrecker!

You'd actually met Omega first, but once she introduced you to her brother Wrecker, the two of you were inseparable. You would write him love letters and make playlists for him, and he would shower you with compliments and support you in every aspect of your life. Once, he tried to write you a romantic poem back because he loved the ones you gave him, but it... didn't go as well as he wanted. When you asked him about it, he told you he wanted to make you feel the happiness he got when you gave him a poem or a playlist, but nothing was working. You reassured him that you felt his love in other ways, that his love was as unique as him.

One of Wrecker's many love languages is quality time, and he wants to spend it all with you. Sometiems you'll end up in the kitchen, attempting a new recipe (or maybe just dancing while some pasta is boiling away in the background). Other times, you're just relaxing on the couch, watching something on Netflix. If you're into it, he'll pull you into his lap and keep you close especially if you're watching a horror movie. Both you and he get super frustrated when Hunter has to drag Wrecker away because he needs help with something, but there's always the promise of hanging out again later.

Wrecker doesn't know much about mental illnesses in the clinical sense like Tech does, but he's really good at not only telling when you're not feeling well, but sussing out what the underlying issue is. He's very in touch with emotions (both his and yours), so he's usually able to tell if you're anxious, depressed, insecure, or any of the above. Wrecker doesn't like seeing you in any type of pain, so he will do anything he can to make you feel better. He'll sit with you, talk with you, make you some good, make sure you take your meds and/or get appointments scheduled (if applicable), etc. He isn't someone who does things halfway, and that includes loving you; making sure you feel your best is only a small fraction of that.

Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, drop it in my ask box, and don't forget to reblog 💚 it may take a little bit, but I'll get to it eventually!

#the bad bois #the bad batch #wrecker bad batch #wrecker the bad batch #wrecker x reader #wrecker #tbb wrecker #wrecker tbb #star wars x reader

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inc0rrectmyths · 9 months

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IM ALIVE DW HEHEHEHHEHEE

OMG HEY WASSUP WE WERE WORRIED

@0lympian-c0uncil @h0bg0blin-meat CHASE IS FINE

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 9 months

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So i was watching a bunch of funny GC videos on YouTube and I got the inspo and motivation to give the OG13 a GC. This will probably be very OOC, but I like to think of this as how they act without the other states. So um- enjoy? (Also yes I know that ME technically isn't one of the OG13 I just added him for fun)

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Yorkie: WASSUP F*CKERS

Masshole: Why do you have my phone?!

Yorkie: F*CK YOU THAT'S WHY

Papa (PA): Wtf is wrong with you guys

Yorkie: b*tch stfu

Masshole: fr

Papa: 😑

Joi-sey (NJ): why am I here

Maine: I would also like to know.

Joi-sey: Nobody asked you 😑

Maine: I don't remember anybody asking you either so stfu 🤫

Georgia: It is too damn early for this... Why must y'all always choose violence??

Mary: I would like to know this as well, but I've just stopped asking and accepted it as one of their traits hun.

Georgia: Ughhhhh

Respect Your Elders(DE): Why tf is my phone blowing up

Yorkie: Cuz we're conversing duh 🙄

Respect Your Elders: Silence fetus.

Yorkie: B*tch.

Respect Your Elders: Infant.

Yorkie: Old man.

Respect Your Elders: Toddler.

Yorkie: Old hag.

Mary: Aight let's stop fighting!!

Yorkie: Stfu <3

Respect Your Elders: Stfu Mary.

Mary: 🥲

Southie: Hey guys 👋

Joi-sey: Hey babes 😘

Southie: Hey handsome ✨❤️

Masshole: Ewwwww get a room 🙄

Joi-sey: Oh shuddap Masshole. We don't say nothin' when you and Penn are sitting together on the couch and lovingly staring into each other's eyes and sh*t 😒

Rhodey: Actually we do say stuff-

Joi-sey: Yea but not out loud.

Masshole: ....Stfu <3

Joi-sey: 😌

Nutmeg: Will y'all stop bullying each other for once-

Joi-sey: No ❤️

Masshole: Nah ❤️

Connie: *sigh*

Georgia: Yorkie wanna cuddle 🥺

Yorkie: Is that even a question- I'm on my way.

Northie (NC): Gayyyyyyy

Yorkie: Oh shut up ion say nothin' when I walk past you and TeNnEsSeE making out in the hallway, so don't start.

Northie: 😳 you saw that

Yorkie: Yup 👍 I had flashbacks to middle school when I would walk into the hall and see a couple playing tonsil hockey.

Masshole: Ok but FR THO

Yorkie: YEAH THEY ALWAYS BE GOIN AT IT LIKE BRO AINT NOBODY WANNA SEE THAT 🥹

Masshole: ONG. AT LEAST GO INTO THE JANITORS CLOSET OR SOME SH*T 😒

Yorkie: YEAH. IM JUST TRYING TO GET TO MY NEXT CLASS AND TRY TO GET THROUGH THE DAMN DAY WITHOUT GETTING DRUNK AND JUMPING INTO A BUSY ROAD FOR FUNSIES 😭

Masshole: ...Damn you alright bud

Yorkie: I'm fine <3

Masshole: Okay then...

Papa: Wtf was that...?

Georgia: Idk but I have my Yorkie with me so I'm fine with it 🥺❤️

Yorkie: Stfu-

Georgia: He's blushing rn

Mary: Hun if you don't send a picture right now then no more coffee ❤️

Georgia: Sending it rn hold on...

~georgia sent a photo~

*in the photo York has his face hidden but it's still quite obvious that he is blushing like crazy*

Papa: Pfft-

Virgin(ia): Awww how cute 🥺

Joi-sey: How long have you been here

Virgin(ia): T h e w h o l e t i m e.

Joi-sey: Alright then...

The Shire (NH): Ay Yorkie ya still alive?

Georgia: No he's asleep.

Masshole: Good. He needs it.

Rhodey: Aww Masshole does have a heart :)

Masshole: Stfu before I come over there and kick you like a football out the window :]

Rhodey: 😶

Masshole: Damn right.

Mary and Papa (at the same time): Your cute when your mad 😒❤️/🥺❤️

Masshole:... Stfu ❤️❤️

Virgin(ia): I'm so lonely 🥲

The Shire: You and me both 🥲

Connie: I feel y'all :')

Rhodey: There's an emoji for that y'know 😒 "🥲"

Connie: Idc 😑

Rhodey: Whatever

(the next day)

Yorkie: Guys guys guys guys-

Respect Your Elders: What did you do now child?

Yorkie: Ok first of all, f*ck you. Second, I found a rat snake :)

Masshole: Put it back where you found it.

Yorkie: Why tho 🥺 He's cute 🥺

Masshole: Okay, what do rat snakes eat 😒

Yorkie: Birds, bird eggs, squirrels, rats- Oh. OH-

Masshole: Yea dumba$$. Knowing that it eats squirrels, it would probably eat your long rats too.

Yorkie: B*tch they're called ferrets.

Masshole: Point still stands.

Yorkie: I'll put him back 🥲

Masshole: Atta boy <3

Yorkie: F*ck you <3

Joi-sey: Knowing him he'll probably abduct some random garter snake he finds in the woods

Connie: Probably 😑

Papa: Yea that's accurate

Everybody else (-NY): ^

Yorkie: Man I feel betrayed 🥲 F*ck all of you ❤️

Georgia: Even me darling 🥺

Yorkie: Yes you too traitor ❤️

Papa: DAYUM-

The Shire: Dang no hesitation 😭

Georgia: I- Love you too I guess 🥲❤️

Yorkie: ❤️

Yorkie: EEK I FOUND A GARTER SNAKE 🥺 IT'S SO TINY 🥺

Joi-sey: Yup thought so.

Masshole: Goddamn it- New York stop abducting random animals

Yorkie: But-

Masshole: No buts 😒 Put it back.

Yorkie: It's cute tho 🥺

~Yorkie sent a picture~

*in the picture the snake's snoot is right in front of the camera*

Yorkie: 🥺

Masshole: Dangit it is cute- Y'know what? Fine. Tell me when you get home.

Yorkie: YESSSS :D

Masshole: 😒❤️

Respect Your Elders: Awww does the big bad Masshole have a soft spot for his little brother 🥺

Masshole: Del istg I will kick you out the window

Respect Your Elders: Pfft- yeah right 😒

Masshole: ....

Respect Your Elders: Uhhh guys?

Papa: Hm?

Respect Your Elders: Why do I hear footsteps approaching my room?

Rhodey: That's probably just Mr. Bay State coming to kick your ass out the window.

Respect Your Elders: Uh oh- Baby are you not going to help me 🥺

Rhodey: Sorry Love, but I ain't gettin' in the way of that

Respect Your Elders: Babe 😭

Rhodey: It was nice being with you <3

Respect Your Elders: Jersey? Penn?

Papa and Joi-sey: Sorry Del/Ha nope.

Respect Your Elders: Traitors 😭

Respect Your Elders: Oh god he's knocking on the door-

Respect Your Elders: HE JUST KICKED MY DOOR DOWN-

Respect Your Elders: GUYS HELPHDKGSKADHSU-

Yorkie: Damn he got him 😔

Joi-sey: 😔

Papa, and Rhodey: 😔

Mary: Y'all I just heard a thud outside my window 😥

Joi-sey: Probably just Del.

Mary: WHAT?!

Papa: Backread.

Mary (after backbreading): OH GOSH- WHY DIDNT YALL HELP HIM 😭😭

Yorkie: Ya really expected us to get in the middle of Death's work?

Mary:... Fair enough 😭

Georgia: Is he still alive??

Mary: Well- he's groaning in pain so yeah I think so 👍

Georgia: At least he's alive.

Masshole: Hey I'm back :)

Mary: Hun why did you kick Del out the window 😭?

Masshole: He was running his mouth 🥺

Mary: No books tonight, youre sleeping <3

Masshole: Nuuuuuu 🥺

Mary: Sorry Hun 😘

Masshole: 😔👍

Yorkie: 😎🕶️🤏🙂🤭

Masshole: 💥

Yorkie:👀🏃🏃🏃💨

Masshole: Damn right 🙂❤️

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt og13 #lmao this was fun to write

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obeymefu · 1 year

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The Obey me characters finding out you beat the shit out of a demon Pt2

Mammon

Mc's Pov

'What the absolute HELL AM I GOING TO DO RIGHT NOW. Oh no umm lets see don't panic who can you call? Lucifer?, no he'll scold us, Levi, no he won't know what to do, MAMMON!' I quickly go to contact and hit call. ' Its ringing frick why did I sprain my ankle a the worst possible time-' " Heya Mc wassup" "Mammon I need your help I got in a fight with a demon and I cant get back to the house and- " Im on my way where are you." " 29265 Slaughter Bld" " I'm almost there hang on" Before I knew it a white ball of worries named mammon was in front of me panicked checking the damage. "I'm fine other than a few bruises and a sprained ankle Mam-" " WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU. DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH HUMAN. YOU ARE LUCKY YOUR ALIVE WHY DIDNT YOU CALL ME?!" " I couldn't mammon he took my DDD and thew it when i tried." " ..... let's get you back to HOL I'll patch you up there. Then he picked me up like it was effortless and carried me to HOL. when we got there he set me down on my bed and grabbed my first aid kit I have in my drawer for just in case.

Mammon Pov: 'Damn human what where they think I know their ballsy but still, what where they think in fighting a deal on even a low level could easily kill them. Then what? It was bad enough with belphie what if its permanent this time? I don't know what id do without them.' ithought as I wrapped their ankle and treated their bruises.

Mc's Pov: 'I've never seen mammon explode like that. I didn't start the fight I just finished it why can't he understand that? "Hey uh human?" "Hmm?" "I'm sorry for yellin I was just scarred a losin ya is all." " I can't see my life without ya I need ya Mc ya got that, cause ... life would suck without you, ........ I NEED you I constantly worry about you when ya aren't with me. " Mammon confessed a blush spreading across his cheeks to the tips of his ears refusing to look you in the eye. "Mammon" your voice and face softened. " life wouldn't be the same without you either I'm sorry for worrying you " " Its ok just promise you wont go getting in fights with any demons from here on out." " I swear mammon." I said grabbing his chin and tilting his face up at me locking eyes. Giving him a peck on the lips and tackling him hug " I love you mammon" " I love ya to dummy <3"

#obey me shall we date #obey me brothers #obey me imagines #obey me x mc #obey me mammon

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