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summary: you haven’t been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile.

pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

word count: 4.1k

content: broody!luke, teenage dirtbag!luke but also not really, sprinkles of mean!luke, r is unbothered and does not gaf about his lil emo boy act, this is four thousand words of r being a pain in luke’s ass, probs will make a part 2 bc i love them your honour

notes: speaking my truth: i am a british gal. any banter in this about the new england states is entirely stuff i got from reddit so plz don’t scrutinise my american states knowledge

the layout of this fic is very much inspired by @murdrdocs if that wasn’t obvious but also icarus if u want me to change it i will jus say the word :00

PART I — she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild

All things considered, you took the news of your heritage pretty well.

Sure, there was a lot of yelling — mostly through the wall after you locked yourself in your room and started packing a bag — but at least you didn’t sit on it in denial for several hours.

Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming.

The first time you realised you could see things nobody else could, you tried to admit yourself into a ward. Your mom went a little panicky, and she never did perform well under pressure, so she caved and said you were special. Too special for the other kids at your school, too special for anyone to know about it.

After that, she got more tense. Eyes darting around whenever you guys went out in public, hand lingering for a second longer on your back before she sent you to school — as if she felt like she’d never see you again. She would stay up at night and read you old Greek tales before you went to sleep, and acted way too serious about it. More serious than when she would read you Dr Seuss.

Honestly, it was a miracle you went unknowing for so long. Maybe you were insignificant, or maybe the Stymphalian Pigeon that tried to kill you after school was just slow — because you were seventeen when you got attacked by your first monster.

You took it out pretty easily — and by that, I mean you outran it through the bustling streets of your hometown until it flew messily into a bus and you dodged your way to your apartment in a flurry. Your mom’s resolve cracked like a thin layer of ice and you were packed and ready to go to this camp she spoke of before the clock had hit four-thirty.

Most of the yelling that you guys did was along the lines of — “I can’t believe you waited this long to tell me!” — and — “I didn’t want you to leave!” — “I get that, but seriously mom, I almost got eaten by a bird today. A little context going in would’ve been nice!”

You threw yourself into a taxi — much to the disdain of your mother, who insisted on at least getting you to the hill. You then reminded her that she would have to pay the fare all the way back to their apartment and it honestly wouldn’t be worth it and that you’d call her when you got the chance. She let you go with a huff, folding her arms across her chest and creasing the silky material of her pink blouse.

The next hour was about as awkward as taxi rides go, even more so when you got out in the middle of nowhere. You weren’t even sure you were at the bottom of the right hill but sent the poor guy on his way anyway and prayed to whoever your divine parent was that you weren’t about to get gunned down by an angry farmer for mistaking his land for a summer camp.

Thankfully, the empty fields shimmered into something worth travelling for when you took a tentative step across its threshold. The sun seemed to get brighter and the breeze became softer. It was nice from where you stood, and it probably would’ve gotten nicer the closer you got.

Had you not tripped over a rock and tumbled down the hill ungracefully, landing in a heap at the bottom, a few feet away from a dirt path that split off in two directions. You sat up with a huff, blowing your hair out of your eyes and squinting at your surroundings now that they were much closer. You didn’t bother to heave yourself up, catching your breath and letting your gaze flitter over the scenery.

It was cute.

Then the distinct sound of horse hooves clipping against the ground evaded your ears, and you looked up to greet the centaur who now stood above you. You thanked the gods for your moms intricately detailed bedtime stories as you pulled yourself up onto your feet and allowed yourself to be introduced to Chiron and Mr. D, who then led you to the four story house that overlooked the valley.

Your induction was swift and sweet — since you pretty much knew and had accepted everything already. There were a couple of glances and muttered comments about how you had gone so long without being targeted, but Chiron had said he wanted you to get the tour before dinner so you could settle straight to bed after the campfire, and caught some young kid by the t-shirt as he ran past, asking him politely if he could send Luke over.

The awkward two minutes it took for your tour guide to reach you stretched on for a painful amount of time, but you would relive it a hundred times over if it meant you didn’t have to experience the agony you called your first meeting with Luke Castellan.

He was tall, with a dark mop of curls that hung over his furrowed brows. His skin was tanned from all the time he spent in the sun, and his shoulders were broad enough to intimidate, but not broad enough that you were intimidated. He was your age, seemingly, and the cuffs of his green cargo pants brushed against his ankles only an inch higher than they would sit on an average person.

His most memorable feature, however, had to be the deep scar that stretched from the top of his left brow all the way to his cheekbone — it was jagged and sharp, cutting across his eye roughly, as if he had been clawed. He probably had. It was raised and shone pink under the sun, so you could tell it was fairly new, but it had healed over enough to indicate that Luke was probably tired of hearing people ask about it. So you didn’t. You barely gave it a glance before you raised your brows at him with a cheeky grin and gave him your name.

He nodded minutely, one of the only movements he made after he’d parked himself in front of you other than the sliding of his eyes from one person to another as they spoke to him. After Chiron and Mr D had given him the rundown, he gave a slight nod of his head in one direction before walking away and expecting you to follow.

You caught up to him, sidling up on his left with a huff and a smile, “I’m getting the feeling that you're sorta sick of this giving this tour all the time.”

He didn’t respond. He just looked at you, and then stopped walking, watching as you froze two steps ahead of him before shuffling back to his side sheepishly. Then he lifted an unbothered hand to the right, “Those are the strawberry fields.” He then gestured ahead, “That’s the beach.” And then to the left, “Those are the training fields.”

Then he started walking again, and you hesitated for only a second before following, “Wow. Don’t give me too much information all at once.”

Your sarcastic comment was ignored, and Luke nodded towards the bank of cabins you were nearing, “These are the cabins. Twelve. One for each Olympian. You’ll stay in the Hermes cabin until you’re claimed.”

“Right.” You nodded, “God of Travellers. Makes sense.”

He let out a breath, not pausing in his stride as he passed through the curve of houses, not sparing a glance to any of them. You took notice of how the other kids looked at him in apprehension, with a hint of fear when he got too close. He cut down an alley between two cabins — one with a dangerous amount of barbed wire across the top and another that glowed gold under the sunlight — before the pair emerged through the trees at a pavilion.

“This is where we eat.” He said. “Dinner is soon.”

“Cool.” You nodded, “What are the options? Because if food here is lacking, then I will be packing.”

You let out a useless chuckle at your own joke, but it landed flat. “Yeah, that wasn’t funny.” You muttered lowly. With a click of your tongue, you glanced over the horizon and pointed at something from afar. A tall structure that stuck out the tops of the trees, “What’s that?”

“The climbing wall.” Luke answered plainly.

“And that?”

“The Amphitheatre.”

You looked up at him, pulling a face he didn’t bother to glance at. Then you noticed a bunch of campers filing through the trees and into the pavilion the two of you stood at the edge of. They entered in groups and made their way to their designated tables, chattering and gossiping as they did.

You looked at Luke, “Well, that was…great. Truly, a riveting experience. I will say, though — your delivery needs some work. The dark and gloomy act works most of the time, but not when you’re giving a guided tour.”

That got him to look at you, and you held back your triumphant smirk. He frowned, “What?”

You shrugged, “I’m just saying, nobody is going to listen to you talk about this place if you describe it like this.” You lowered your tone into a subpar impression of his voice, and you swore you saw his brows twitch. Clearing your throat, you waved a hand, “No need to worry about that now, though. Just point me in the direction of the Hermes table and I’ll be out of your strangely well-conditioned hair.”

Another eyebrow twitch. You were getting the hang of this. Maybe one day you could get him to move other parts of his face!

You half expected the boy to ignore you and walk off — and he did. But it was in the direction of the Hermes table, so you counted it as him showing you the way. Most of the campers were seated by the time you’d arrived, and you were thus forced to sit yourself on the end of the bench, uncomfortably beside him. He was unbothered.

During dinner you were swiftly introduced to some of your peers — Chris Rodriguez gave you a lopsided grin and informed you politely that you would need to sacrifice some of your food before you got stuck into it. Travis and Connor Stoll sidled up on either side of you as you grumbled at the hearth, and yapped your ear off about the fundamentals of camp.

(So all the sneaky stuff Chiron doesn’t know about. Like how you can skip out on archery training if Lee is the one running it because he never has it in him to snitch. Or that the pegasi stables were the go-to hook up spot for summer campers, but the back of the Amphitheater was the go-to hook up spot for the year-rounders. When you asked what the difference was, they winked, and when you asked what happened if a year-rounder hooked up with a summer camper, they chuckled and walked off.)

Chiron gave you an introduction that made you feel like a new kid being asked to tell the class one fun fact about yourself, and around six kids at your table asked if it hurt when you fell down the hill.

Overall, a good first night. As far as first nights at a summer camp for half-gods goes. By the time all the campers had gone back to their respective cabins, you were ready to turn in and clock out for the day.

But you wanted to try one more time. Last attempt, and then you’d let it go.

When Luke — who you had discovered earlier was the counsellor of the Hermes cabin, and apparently a role model for the kids — came over and silently handed you a folded orange shirt with a leather cord sitting on top of it, you smirked.

“Hey, now we can match. How cute.”

He blinked at you, “Everyone is wearing the same thing.”

“The same shirts, you mean.” You tilted your head, “But we’re both wearing green cargos. And white socks. White sneakers.” Your grin widened as you watched his eyes flit down your form, taking in the outfit you had on. You were right — the only difference between you two was the white tank top you had on, soon to be replaced by the shirt he had just handed to you. You thought for a moment that it would work, that he would make a face, or say more than two sentences to you in response.

But he didn’t. He just huffed and walked away, and you watched with an appalled expression. You narrowed your eyes.

Okay, so maybe you weren’t ready to let it go yet.

The next morning, you were rudely awakened by a small child who was sprawled across your torso, having shifted from his own sleeping bag that was beside yours. He couldn’t have been any older than six, his orange camp shirt sitting like a dress on him, and if he wasn’t snoring into your chest, you would’ve thought he was adorable.

But you really needed to pee.

After you slowly but surely lifted him back onto his own pillow, you stood up with a stretch and stepped precariously over the other kids, balancing carefully on the tips of your toes so you didn’t step on any of them. The sun was barely rising, and you were the only one awake, so you held your breath and reached out for the handle of the bathroom door.

“That’s not your bathroom.”

You flinched, losing your balance and toppling back. A hand between your shoulder blades prevented you from crushing any of the kids on the floor, and you steadied yourself before meeting the eyes of the person who spoke.

Luke was staring intently at you, his eyes blinking hard as if he’d only just woken up. He was in nothing but a pair of blue sweat-shorts and you fought the urge to rake your eyes over his bare torso, watching as he lowered his hand back to his side, “That’s the counsellor's bathroom.”

“Right.” Came a low mutter, under your breath. Then louder, you asked, “Well, where is the campers bathroom?”

“Outside.” He answered, “Around the back of the cabins.”

“Out—“ You started, and then realised everyone else was asleep and swiftly lowered your volume, but kept your expression exaggerated. Wide eyes, furrowed brows. “Outside?”

“Yes.”

“But…it’s cold out there.”

“We have a controlled climate.” He said, folding his arms across his chest. His biceps tensed, “It’s never cold.”

You let out a sigh, throwing your thumb over your shoulder and pointing at the door, “Can’t I just use this one? You aren’t using it, and everyone else is asleep, they’d never know!”

He stared at you blankly and stayed silent for a long time. You wouldn’t be surprised if he just never said anything until you walked away, which you were well prepared to do, letting out a deep breath and folding your own arms over to preserve heat as you clambered towards the front door, muttering complaints under your breath the whole time. You made it three feet (or two sleeping bags) away from him when he finally piped up.

“Be quick.”

Turning around, Luke was already making his way back to his own bed, and you ogled shamelessly at his back muscles as you shuffled to his bathroom and made your way inside. You did your business quickly as requested and washed your hands under the low pressure of the sink before cracking the door open once more. The cabin was the same, everyone else still sleeping calmly. Luke was standing by his bunk, now clad in black shorts and his camp shirt. He paid you no mind when you padded back to your sleeping bag, grabbing your bag and stifling through the clothes you had packed.

You walked up to breakfast with the unclaimed girl you had met the previous night — Lana — and listened and she told you intently about the lore of Luke Castellan.

“He never used to be the way he is. He was happier before, always grinning. More than ready to help anyone here. He was…well, everyone either wanted to be with him or be him.”

“And then what happened?”

“He went on a quest. It went wrong. He came back with that ugly scar and he hasn’t been the same since.”

You made a comment that the scar wasn’t ugly, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d add on that it made him look pretty hot. But you did know better, and you knew that Luke was three people ahead of you in the line and could probably hear what you were saying. So you kept that tidbit to yourself and ate your cereal in silence.

When breakfast was over, you stood from the bench and turned, only to stop short when you realised Luke was standing behind you. Looking up at him, you raised a brow, “Yes?”

“I’m showing you around today.”

“You showed me around yesterday.”

His lips tightened, “We’re actually doing stuff today. Seeing what you’re good at.”

“Oh.” You ran your tongue over your teeth and nodded, “Well, where do we start?”

“Archery.”

Turns out, you were pretty awful at archery. Even after you’d stopped firing arrows into the treeline, you still never hit the middle of the target. Lee had to correct your posture four times, and you broke six arrows. Eventually, you decided that Apollo was not your father, and shuffled over to where Luke stood beneath the shade of a tree — where he had been standing the whole hour.

“Y’know, just because you’ve got this broody bad boy thing going on, doesn’t mean you have to linger in the shadows all the time.” You commented, picking at your fingernails and readjusting the long sleeve you wore under your camp shirt, “You just look weird.”

Luke pointed at your cheekbone, “You’re bleeding.”

You huffed, “I know.” You kept holding your bow too close to the side of your face and the feathers of the arrows kept scratching you whenever you let them fly. Lee mentioned how most people make that mistake the first time round, but you’d done it so much that he’d cut your lesson short and told you to get a bandaid from one of his siblings. You didn’t.

He stared at your cut for a moment, like he was thinking hard about something. But he didn’t, and pushed himself off the tree he was leaning against and brushed past you, “Let’s go to the forges.”

You were better at blacksmithing than you were at archery, but the sword Charles Beckendorf was helping you weld still came out wonky and discoloured. He was a nice kid, funny, and your lowered spirits from your previous task had been quickly uplifted despite you not having much skill in his department. He let you keep the sword anyway, and you swung it jokingly at Luke as he led you to the Amphitheater.

You made swooshing noises as you did so, chuckling when he didn’t so much as flinch, “Don’t act so tough, Castellan, I could take you out even with a dodgy sword.”

“You couldn’t.” He muttered, “I’m the best sword fighter here.”

You let out an over dramatic gasp, running ahead and swivelling around so you could meet his eyes, “Holy shit, was that…did you just…tell me something about yourself?” You grinned and his frown deepened, “Aw, Luke. We’re getting somewhere! This is amazing, I’m so proud. Soon enough we’ll be best frien — “

Before you could finish your incessant teasing, Luke grabbed your forearm and yanked you in front of him just as a kid on an out-of-control Pegasus toppled past you. You watched him disappear in mild shock, before looking back at the boy in front of you, “Hey, thanks. Almost got trampled. How embarrassing.”

He narrowed his gaze, “Do you not take anything seriously?”

You shrugged, “Not really. I’d ask you the same question, but…” You made a face. It was obvious that he was very serious, even if he never used to be.

“Let’s go.” Was his boring response, moving swiftly past you and into the Amphitheatre so quickly you would’ve assumed he was trying to get away from you. (Which he definitely was).

You weren’t really all that bothered, not when you were having so much fun pissing him off.

It took all of ten minutes for Luke to put your sword fighting lesson to an end. Not only had you insisted on fighting with the wonky sword rather than a working training one, you also kept pushing him with your hands whenever he got too close.

“That’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”

“Hey, it’s working, isn’t it?”

You were pretty shit at it anyway, so you didn’t fight him when he said you were cutting your lesson short. You simply tucked your weapon onto the sheath he’d handed you and followed him down the hill to the dining pavilion.

“So, where are you from?”

He didn’t answer you for a couple of minutes, something you’d been well prepared for. But you couldn’t help but ask — he intrigued you. A little too much, maybe.

You continued, “Because you seem like a Mass guy.”

Luke stopped in his tracks, turning to you, “Mass…achusetts?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, fighting off your amused smile when he pulled a face. Finally, an expression!

Truth was, Lana had told you he was from Connecticut. You just wanted to see how he’d react, if he would react at all — apparently he isn’t immune to everything.

“I’m from CT.” He made it very clear, and you tried your hardest not to laugh. “Okay? I'm not some Boston Masshole, got it?”

You raised your hands in surrender, “Got it.”

He stared at you for a second longer, as if to ensure you really did have it. Squinting at your amused smile before nodding and continuing his walk. You thought it would go back to silence, but apparently you’d lit a fuse.

“I mean, what makes you think I'm from MA?” He asked, his tone of voice so appalled you’d think he’d been accused of some sort of crime. “Do I smell like shit?”

A chuckle, “What?”

But he just whirled on you once more, lifting his arm and gesturing to his pit, “Do I? Do I stink of shit?”

You didn’t feel like sniffing him, so you just shook your head, still laughing, “No.”

“Then what — ?” He stopped, narrowed his eyes, “Where are you from?”

You tried to hide your smile, but it was getting really difficult. The last two days he’d been nothing but broody and miserable, one word quips being his only form of communication other than dark frowns. But one mention of Mass and he’s suddenly down to chit chat? You couldn’t help but laugh — unfortunately, it only spurred him on.

“You think this is funny?” He scoffed, nodding, “Yeah, bet you’re from Maine too.”

Your laughter continued, little giggles spilling out of you whenever you thought about the situation too hard. You shrugged, “I don’t think I wanna tell you after this.”

Luke nodded like he was expecting you to say that, “Something a Mainer would say, I’m sure.”

You grinned wide, very proud of yourself for getting a visceral reaction out of the boy — even if you had to piss him off to do it. Just as you went to reply with a witty comeback that would have him ranting and raving for the rest of the night, the dinner conch sounded, interrupting what you’re sure would’ve been a very entertaining conversation.

You walked on past him, not stopping, but slowing down so you could cough into your fist, “Flatlander.”

You didn’t look back but you did hear him scoff in shock, and you were sure he stood there frozen for at least twenty seconds because he entered the pavilion way later than you did. He made a point to fix you with an annoyed stare as he sat down a few people away from you — and Chris raised a brow.

“What’d you do to him?”

You shrugged, digging into your mashed potatoes before anyone could tell you to wait until you’d made your offering, “Told him he looked like a Bay Stater.”

He chuckled, wincing under his breath and shaking his head, “You’re evil. I like it.”

You smirked and said nothing — but whenever your eyes flickered over to Luke, his were just flickering away from you.

#@lia’s works #joined a new england subreddit for this fic #so pls give it some love #taking requests #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #pjo

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yeahyeahchloe · 10 months

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It Wasn't in my Head (1)

(a/n: hellooo! im super excited to be putting my ideas into writing ((finally)) and sharing it with u! this will be a multi part fic, im not sure how long yet, but i am a fan of long slowburn stories so get ready. also, this story will contain inappropriate themes so minors and ageless blogs dni! this is only my third or fourth fic ive ever done so plz be nice to me hehe. ok on with it then)

Summary: Abby is the starting linebacker at UW and when her team starts to falter her coach decides to get the team into ballet, in order to teach them that grace and stability is important in football too. Abby is just as upset about her teammates about this, until she sees her pretty new ballet teacher...

dancer!reader x football!abby

!!ABBY IS STRAIGHT IN THE BEGINNING. READER IS HER GAY AWAKENING!!

The locker slammed in the empty room as the blonde walked out alone, ready for practice. There were a few "hey man"s thrown her way as she walked out the doors.

Abby had always had a thing for sports since she was a kid. She tried a lot of them too, none of them quite working out.

That was before she found football.

Football was one of the only things that ever made Abby truly happy. She knew it was kind of corny to say, but she seriously felt lost without it.

So when she worked her ass off and was offered a once in a lifetime opportunity to play on the men's football team at the college in her hometown, it just kind of felt like fate was aligned.

Abby jogged over to where she saw everyone else running and started doing so. Abby got along fine with all the boys on her team, I mean it was her team after all, but she never really felt the need to truly befriend any of them. She had her close circle and that was all she needed.

Her said close circle consisted of her friends Miguel, Ellie, and Vi.

Her and Miguel met when they were teenagers at a boxing class. She ended up hating boxing but loving what came out of it. Miguel was the type of guy to make anyone feel good about anything. He could turn anything into the funniest joke, or a life lesson.

And Ellie, well she met Ellie not long ago, when their dads met in a poker club and Ellie's dad kina killed Abby's in the game. They had been friends ever since they started talking about their lack of mothers and love of corny dad jokes. Abby had also always known Ellie was gay, but the deal was kind of sealed when she would gush about her crush on a girl named Riley.

And Vi, well Vi was Abby's best friend since childhood. Abby was embarrassed to say, but she was the scared, shy kid sitting on the ABC rug in the classroom. Thankfully, Vi was the complete opposite and marched right up to Abby on her short little legs and struck up conversation. And the rest of the story just kind of wrote itself.

"Hey! Hey Anderson! Slow down!"

Abby looked over her shoulder to analyze the face calling out to her. She turned back ahead and cringed before turning back around and smiling at the man.

Owen wasn't a bad guy per-say, it was really just the way he couldn't learn when to stop. He had practically been eating out of Abby's hands the past three years they've been playing together.

It always confused Abby why she wasn't attracted to Owen, but she sort of just wasn't, and she thought she had made that pretty clear. She also just liked to think that sports were important to her, and she had too much going on for crushes or relationships.

"Hey Owen what's goin on?" Abby slowed so the man could catch up and tried to approach the conversation politely.

"Oh yaknow...practice," He said in between huffs, trying to catch up with the fit girl next to him, "What about you?"

"Yeah just, practice," She commented, coated with awkwardness.

Owen went to open his mouth to speak again, but thankfully her coach whistled loudly and told everyone to hustle in.

They flocked over to their coach and took a knee in front of him while the moustached man opened his mouth and started speaking.

"I called y'all over here to talk before ya started doing drills," he gruffed in his strange accent, "I hope y'all have noticied, that all your scrimages have been straight crap recently. I've seen blindfolded toddlers play ball better than you sissies!"

Abby cringed at his harsh words, but she couldn't help but agree. She assumed everyone was slacking recently due to the fact it was August, and the season hadn't even started yet.

"So, since I wont be caught coaching a ton of pansies, I've decided to get some outside help," everyone seemed confused by his words, and Abby couldn't help but be confused herself.

What the hell kind of outside help did they need?

"Huskies, y'all are gonna be taking ballet classes," the coach said, smirk prominent on his mustache covered lips.

Everyone immediately groaned and commented with wild distaste for the man's decision.

"Shut your nabbin!" he erupted with anger in his voice, "I don't want to hear another damn word! Y'all are takin ballet to learn that just because you think you're big tough men, don't mean you are! You will learn how to move properly on your feet, improving your agility, balance, and strength coordination. You start tomorrow and are fortunate enough to be taught by the greatest ballet dancer in the state and a student at this school. Dismissed,"

Fuck

(a/n: ok wow first chapter! hoped you guys liked it, I promise the next chapter will be more interesting. I will try and have it out soon! ♡︎♡︎)

#tlou #abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #x reader #ellie williams #joel miller #first chapter #im nervy #i hope u likey #athlete!abby #football!abby

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hotchlove · 1 month

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Sexy Back | Reader X Aaron Hotchner

• i take requests! plsss dm me or leave them here if u have anything fun you'd like me to write. it can be angst, anytype of trope, smut, etc. • PLZ NOTE: i ONLY do oneshots. they differ from long to short depending on the character and story. i do not write series! • sexy back - 590 words • desc.: - nsfw - no actual smut but hintings. read at ur own risk! ;-)

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me and aaron both have exhausting jobs. him being a profiler who basically travels the country for a living, in and out of flights every two days. and me, a preschool teacher. i know, our jobs can't compare. what aaron does is changing the world, making it a safer place. and me, i discipline kids just for them to leave after 4 years and be brats to the next teacher they get. but hey, toddlers are just as difficult as murderers. i enter our apartment and sigh, dropping my bag to the floor and taking my high heels off. "finally." i mumble, my soles finally getting a break. i hang my jacket and notice aaron's is already hung. is he home already? "aaron?" his shoes are here too. i yawn and enter our bedroom, seeing him laying in bed still in his suit as he reads a book. "hi honey." he throws the book on the bed and slides off, grabbing my waist and kissing me. "how come you're home?" i ask as he kisses me. "quick case." he gives me a quick smile. "is it selfish to be happy about that? i missed you." i play with his hair as he nuzzles on my neck, "i missed you more." he's clearly in the mood. but i'm sweaty and hairy and tired, "can i take a shower first?" he shakes his head. "what for? you look and taste great." he smirks and kisses me again. "plus, i have a surprise for you." he does? "you do?" he walks me towards the bed and pushes me down, "mhm. sit." my eyebrows raise and my lips part, i obey his command and sit with my legs criss cross. "now, i heard this is supposed to be sexy," oh goodie. "so just sit back and enjoy." he smirks, walking towards the dresser where he presses the space button on his laptop. a song starts playing and he starts loosening his tie, taking it off in a seductive way. i look at him and bite my lip until i realise what the song is .. sexy back by justin timberlake. don't laugh. do not laugh. he's gonna think i'm laughing at him. i bite my lower lip to surpress my laughs as he unbuttons his shirt now. the sight of his bare chest distracts me for a little while but i cannot with this song. i chuckle and he stops, "what's so funny?" his hands in his pocket. "are you not enjoying the show?" he raises an eyebrow, "no, no- i am. it's just.. the song." i laugh, "sexy back? really?" he finally let's his dress shirt fall off completely. "yeah? is it not good? i can change it." i giggle and stand up, throwing my arms over his shoulders and kissing him, "i tiktoked it. seducive songs to strip to, first thing that came up." i can't help but giggle and drop my head into his shoulder. "seriously? you tiktoked it?" another laugh escapes me, but him aswell "yeaah! i wanted to try something new. clearly you're being very unappreciative." his grip on my waist tightens. i kiss him again, messy and sloppy, just the way he likes it. "i am very grateful, honey, but i don't need a sketchy 2006 song to find you sexy. you could be wearing a batman costume and i'd still fuck you." "is that an invitation? i could totally get a costu-" i interrupt him and kiss him again, shaking my head. "just get naked, agent." "yes ma'am."

#aaron hotchner #fanfic #criminal minds #bau team #thomas gibson #oneshot

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scremogirl · 7 months

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PLZ MORE YAN SCHOOL PRES 😫😫😫🤞🤞🤞

✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐂𝐏

GN! Reader. ⚠︎︎warning. Threesome. NOT EDITED OR PROOF READ!

I can clearly see how much you all love Takenya so here’s a small little story about him (plus a surprise guest). Btw this isn’t connected for the main storyline it’s just a thought that popped into my head. READ THE NOTE AT THE END PLS.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” This kid again? Ugh! Why is he always following you around?! I mean, does he not have anything better to do?

“Didn’t I tell you that you need to meet me for our weekly study session? It is Friday, is it not?”

“It is. School is over though. I tried looking for you at lunch but you weren’t there,” damn… you’re right. He didn’t mean for the council meeting to run over time, but duty calls.

“Hmm, you’re right. I’m… sorry,” a soft chuckle erupts from behind you.

“I don’t think they heard you, Kenya… or should I say president. Mind speaking up a little bit?” Fists tighten and his jaw clenches; why you little-

“Oh c’mon,” he says dragging out the last syllable

“Don’t tell me the great Takenya Matsumoto, student council president, head of more than three clubs, son of a CEO, is having trouble saying a five letter word,” you turn your head a little to the side with a disapproving look, seriously Micah? All you get in return is an “innocent” smile. Sighing, you turn back to your would be tutor.

“Ignore him. How about I just shoot by tomorrow; it’s the weekend after all,” Finally! This is the first time you two have been alone in weeks; the warmth you provided has started to fade from memory, he defined can’t have that.

“Amazi-,”

“Wha-What! (Y/n), I thought you said you’d come to my house for a sleepover!” Oh. That’s right. You did say you’d be over today, maybe next time.

“Oh right. Sorry, Takenya. Maybe next time,”

“If there ever is a next time,” Micah adds under his breath. Grrrr! Who does this jerk think he is!?

“Wa-Wait!” You don’t make it very far before turning around, questioning what was the reason for the small outburst. With a grumble, Takenya explains himself.

“He… he can come too,” hm? Huh? It’s rare for those two to even breathe the same air let alone inviting each other over. Even if it’s unexpected, you're here now. Sandwiched between two men in a king sized bed, talk about personal space.

⚠︎︎

“Agh, fuck… you like that baby? Yea I know, just like old times,” Micah lets out a small chuckle as his hips continue to snap into you from behind. He sneaks a hand from where it previously was around your waist to your throat, using it as leverage for his brutal pace.

“Look at ‘em, angel. So sloppy, he can’t make you feel the way I do right?” Takenya scoffs but is soon replaced with a groan. The friction from Micah’s dick rubbing against his as you clamp down on him almost makes him cum right there . They’re both using your home as a battle ground at his point, trying their best to make you scream their name.

“Shut- ugh… Shut up Lemitzki,” he’s a mess right now. Long hair that was previously tied back falls around his shoulders, strands sticking to his forehead. Heaving and panting like a dog and sweat falling down his pale skin. He’s about to say more but he pauses before smirking.

“The only sloppy thing here will be them once I finish pumping them full of my cum,” his gaze shifts to you before leaning down and giving you a deep kiss.

“You want that, love? You want me to fill you up?” You nod your head so fast you honk your about to give yourself whiplash. He chuckles while bucking into you further, trying to forget the man under the both of you.

“Yea right, pretty boy; like I’ll let that happen. C’mon, pretty, let’s show him how I make you feel,”

No work was done

This was ASS like I’m not even confident in this and I might delete it if I see y’all ain’t rockin wit it. The smut part made me wanna skydive into a volcano. I’ve had no motivation because of this busy week. #finnashootthisbitchup. BUT I do have a Halloween special in the works and it finna BANG trust 🤞🏾. @constesplanetarium I can’t wait to go to ihop bruh.

#💕 anon #✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

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b-ritney · 1 year

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My Favorites Fics

This is going to be an ever expanding list that I will edit from time to time, I have almost 400 liked stories though so it will take me a while to get through everything!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't be offended if a story you wrote doesn't come up on the list I promise I don't mean to leave anyone out I LOVE all the stories I've liked and the writers, and I tell my IRL friends about your writing ALL the time!

I will write next to each thing what it is :)

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Take The Edge Off by @ohcaptainstains : SMUT

This is soooo good it's one of the first fics I read when I got really into this community and I was immediately hooked.

Aftercare by @dazed-nymphsss : FLUFF but mentions smut

Another really sweet one I read at the beginning of my obsession, I read it while I was overnight dog-sitting for my grandma's neighbor and I just remember the dog giving me the weirdest looks when I was giggling and kicking my feet.

Gentle With Me by @swingsuckerswing: SMUT

Reminds me of a movie I just can't figure out which one though.... I just love how Eddie is so sweet about the whole first-time thing.

he's gentle when he wants to be by @munsonussy: SMUT

LITERALLY, I DIED "Is it okay if I touch you baby, or not yet?" SUCH A GENTLEMAN AHHHHH

something extra by @luveline: SMUT

It's the way he so sexily explains what he's gonna do to the reader and asks if it's ok and everything, we love a respectful man UGH actually though it is so so so so good.

Eddie loves on anxious reader drabble by @bambimunson: FLUFF

As someone who struggles with an anxiety disorder this type of love and affection would make me want to hold onto that person and never let them go sooooo sweet!

Shy! reader joins hellfire by @luveline: FLUFF

THE ENDING BRUH I kid you not I cried, having a friend like Eddie would be so special. Who gave him the right to be this charming and adorable!

Aftercare w/ Eddie by @silkscream: FLUFF with mentions of smut

I'm a fool for the giggly, loving afterglow when nothing else matters but the 2 of you. This is *chefs kiss*

Right Here by @upsidedownwithsteve: Fluff but with *sMuTtY sPicE*

Shit you not I probably come back and read this at least once a week... I think I'm jealous of the reader lmao, The shotgunning is... *bites knuckle* so so so so sexy.

Eddie holds your hand while he eats you out by @manicpixiedreamcurl: SMUT

If one day someone ever loves me for real, they better hold my hand like this.

Systematic Oppression by @fierce-writer Guns n Roses Meme

They would absolutely do that, also LOVE your profile pic Myles and Slash kick ASS!

Period Sex w/ Eddie by @ddejavvu: SMUT

Some people are just lucky I guess UGH we love a bf how doesn't mind getting a little messy haha seriously though Im in love with this lmao

Size kink with Billy Hargrove by @tommydarlings: SMUT

I love the whole thing but the NSFW part *bites knuckles again* my intimidation kink is really making itself known rn lmao

Bi-Billy I'm Nervous by @smolkiwi98 : SMUT

I resonated with this one so much, my virgin ass still goes crazy re-reading this all the damn time. The reader just sounded so much like me lmao but LIKE when he's still a little mean when she tenses up HEHEHEHE I'm a SLUT for that shit.

FACESITTING W/ EDDIE by @forourmoons: SMUT

I'm what society considers plus size sooo I've always been hesitant to even indulge myself in this topic, but HOLY SHIT, this fic is so cute and encouraging, while also being nasty af. Like me LMAO JK JK

Baby, Kiss Me Quick by @upsidedownwithsteve: SMUT

Call me sweetheart again I dare you! ..... no seriously like call me sweetheart again hehehehehehe (Have you ever heard sponge bob say "I loOOVVEE ITTTT" bc that's what I sound like rn.)

Ice Cube request by @sunflowersteves: SMUT

Listen.... don't knock it till you try it, that's all I'm gonna say. LMAO seriously though this is again *chefs kiss* (PLZ DON'T TRY THIS UNLESS YOU'VE TALKED TO LIKE A DOCTOR OR SOMETHING, just keep the ice on the outside unless you know what your doing...)

Stick & Poke by @idkmanijustwannawrite SMUT

I'm just jealous of the reader honestly, I'm a whore for that shit, also is it weird that I like the feeling of being tattooed... the whole experience is like a challenge to see if you can take it or not... OMG I just learned something about myself LMAO

camera shy by @bowerquinn SMUT

excuse me while I *swallow my whole fist* it stayed up until 2am reading this one a while back.

Babysitter x Steve by @mypoisonedvine: SMUT

This was like a gateway drug for me into the universe of STEDDIE X BABYSITTER fics which is currently my all-time favorite trope. It's so good omfg.

Angst writer Meme by @thedialup

Lol the cheeky little smile on the stick figures face is accurate as hell too, they know they are channeling all that internal rage and turmoil into a masterpiece lmao.

The "Yes" Policy by @pinkrelish Mix of Fluff/SMUT/angst kind of

This series has 7 PARTS as of right now, when I tell you it's good it's fucking GOOD, the way the tension slowly builds between the reader and Eddie is so... for lack of a better term *tAntAliZinG* I LOVE IT.

Boys On Film by @corrodedcorpses SMUT

This writer... y'all this writer, she is F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C this is also a series that is so FUCKING good.

June Baby by @luveline Mix fluff/angst/ idk about smut I haven't finished the series yet.

Ok, so this series consistently made me cry in the best way. Something about Eddie just being so good to this young single mom made me emotional, so so amazing.

Soft Sex with Eddie by @wroteclassicaly SMUT

This makes me involuntarily shake.. like a constant state of anticipation the intimacy is OFF THE CHARTS. I loVe iT

Rumour by @msgexymunson SMUT

This..... I don't even know where to start.. not only has this series been giving me actual life the last few weeks but I JUST KEEP COMING BACK TO IT... listen, the dick piercing? masterstroke my friend, well done. take a bow honestly. *clap* *clap* *clap*

Love Me Deep by @tastefulstars SMUT

These men have a choke hold on me right now... why is it that the idea of being helpless between them turns me on so much lmao. Maybe it's like the unintentionally filthy, dirty talk they do, idk lol.

The Sheep by @newlips SMUT

It's the tattoo's for me *drooling*

Shy reader x Rockstar Eddie! by @lucasnclair FLUFF

The cutest... this is basically what I want from my future rockstar husband. I will come back and thank this writer when I print this story and hand it to my husband as a BLUEPRINT lmao (don't worry I'll make sure I credit you haha)

Paparazzi by @tiannasfanfic FLUFF/ SMUT/ ANGST

I apologize for the language but good FUCKING god this fic made me feel all the emotions. This writer's talent is unbelievable! I will say I love how you made Eddie's publicity wife the actual baddest bitch ever, we love a powerful woman who helps those in need.

How They Comfort You by @dazed-nymphsss FLUFF with some innuendo

Love the whole thing but when Billy says, "You wanna go for a ride?" THE FACT THAT HE LITERALLY HAS NO POSITIVE EXAMPLES IN HIS LIFE AND HE IS STILL DOING THE BEST HE CAN FOR HIS PARTNER MAKES ME FERAL

Taking Steve and Eddie At The Same Time... by @indulgentlyinclined SMUT

The way this kept me up at night for 3 days straight. I- am drooling

Steddie X babysitter by @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint SMUT

I could go on for FUCKING WEEKS about this currently 2 PART series.... It is my current obsession and the topic of every conversation I have with my irl friend I read fics with... I almost stayed awake through the night when I stumbled on this one... like I was giggling so much I had to keep stopping and starting lol... literally so good.

Pretty Sounds by @eddiethefreakkmunson SMUT

Can you imagine if this was reality though... Axl Rose is on his fucking knees, Eddie would be his god.

Sitting on Eddie's Amp by @corrodedcherry SMUT

Thank you for giving yet another reason to love dirty ass rockstars... I've been perched on top of a live amp before lmao.... listen... like I said before, DONT KNOCK IT TILL YOU TRY IT

Eddie's rings while he eats you out by @niceboyeds and @munsonology SMUT

But can you imagine though UGH

Inked Eddie x reader x steve by @muertawrites SMUT

Again with the tattoo thing, I LOVE the feeling of being tattooed so I don't relate to the reader's physical pain BUT BUT BUT I can relate to wanting to be in her exact position every time I read this fic, AHHH the jealousy is TOO REAL lol

Approved by @writingdumpster SMUT

I can't wait to make my parents this angry lmao, this is soooo *spIcY*

As You Wish by @corroded-hellfire SMUT

I'm biting my knuckles again seriously like this is sooo damn hot. Thank you for giving me life with another Babysitter fic UGH

weekend storm by @wroteclassicaly SMUT

You're a wizard Harry, seriously this is *MaGic*

Enjolras eats mad revolutionary pussy by @ceriseheaven SMUT

When I tell you I showed this to everyone... *bites knuckles* the part with the corset... you're a GENIUS! also..... THE FRENCH

I'm In Control by @justmeinadaze SMUT SMUT SMUT

Every time you update I giggle with excitement. This series blows my mind in the best way ugh

Helping Hands by @daddyreid SMUT

The way this has invaded my thoughts every day since the first time I read it... round of applause for this author.

Easy Like A Sunday Afternoon by @newlips SMUT

My friend and I read this together during the intermissions of a hockey game and we both screamed at the part where he protects her head WE LOVE A THOUGHTFUL CARING MAN!

Baby, as if by @carolmunson SMUT SMUT SMUT

OK be warned if you are not into dark toxic mean Eddie then you might want to be very cautious, but FOR ME.... my panties evaporated LMAO are we okay?! hahaha

Perv Eddie Eats Your Puss while you sleep by @corrodedcherry SMUT

... imagine having like a sexy dream and then waking up and it's for real happening ummmm.... hehehehe (consensual of course)

Eddie spits on your pussy by @ceriseheaven

Take a bow queen bc this is a masterpiece, when he, "need another taste baby, you'll give it to me?" LMAO my mom goes "Why the fuck are you screaming." This is absolutely one I'll come back too, I'm sending this to the girly group chat as we speak.

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serfergs · 1 year

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A brief defense of a Boss & a Babe

So I’ve never added commentary like this before (usually prefer to sit back and enjoy the hot takes 🔥 & analyses from those much more informed & eloquent), but from what I’ve seen the consensus is ABAB is at the least disappointing and at the most infuriating. And I won’t lie I didn’t vibe with the first episode. But I’ve now watched the second and I’ve got thoughts (and feelings). To preface I had very little expectations going in. This is my first ForceBook experience & I didn’t really care for the premise or trailer, but thought I’d give it a try. And it’s not only more entertaining than I expected, but also kinda…deep? In this essay i wil-

Just kidding I’m def going to bullet point this ish. Plz forgive my awful formatting idk what I’m doing

Boss is relatable. I read him as introverted and depressed (maybe from a break up and/or homophobic trauma?). It’s already hard to make friends as an adult when you’re introverted so I can only imagine how hard it is to make friends with coworkers who are clearly trying to keep their distance from you. My guy is lonely. Especially when they’re telling the new guy how cold & distant you are. My head cannon is nobody in the office is a reliable narrator because no one has bothered to GET TO KNOW boss/gun.

I didn’t like Cher at first because I read him as a silly kinda ditzy character, but I was wrong. I kinda love that he’s not afraid to show his concern for boss because that’s exactly what boss needs. Someone to cross the professional line and say “hey I know you’re not ok and I wanna be there for you”. Fuck professionalism in this rat race of a world, you need a friend. Maybe there are some problematic ethics at play, but it’s a BL ok there are plenty of other plots I hold a suspension of disbelief for so honestly not too far fetched imo

Even though they kissed in episode 2, I feel like the emotional build up of their relationship will be more of a slow burn and I love how realistic that is. I truly believe these two characters are both physically attracted to each other and want to have an emotional connection. I love the ForceBook chemistry. It’s both fun-flirty but also very affectionate. The way Cher is kind of sarcastic and silly to try & cheer up Boss reminds me of my relationship with my partner so maybe I am a little biased but their connection feels very realistic to me

About the kiss. I loved it. It was flirty, it was intimate and it made sense for the moment. Maybe I’m wrong but I don’t think Cher invited Boss up to his room to seduce him. I think he offered a warm, welcoming place to spend time after Boss told him he usually works late and then goes home alone. Cher knows how lonely Boss is and his genuine concern for him is so sweet. From inviting him up for noodles to inviting him to BBQ to meet his friends (and normalize having queer friends) is just so damn considerate & touching. Cher really seems to have the truest of intentions & I think I would be his real life bestie cheering him & boss on the sidelines, seriously. Maybe I’m problematic lmao

Did I mention I love we got a kiss in episode 2? I’m out here manifesting the break in the typical episode 5/6 kiss especially for these office BLs. Again it’s way more realistic for them to kiss each other at this point in their relationship & for the tone of the show. Sometimes I think a good timed kiss is way more impactful than a dramatic emotional yearning kiss 5 episodes in but maybe that’s just me. More playful, sweet early kisses plz & thank you 🙏🏻

I’m excited for more. Haven’t seen episode 3 yet as of this writing. Fingers crossed their relationship continues to be a sweet, supportive slow burn and not a dumpster fire so I don’t regret writing my first ever BL analysis 🤪

#a boss and a babe #thai bl #bl series #forcebook #gmmtv bl #gmmtv series #chergun

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eviesaurusrex · 1 year

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Hi bestie, I need some playful teasing(22 on the first list) with Harry Styles plz and ty ty🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

It says so much about my former relationships that I seriously had to google what playful teasing is lol 💀

no. 22 from this list and I just realized I wrote this in a totally different direction, whoopsie, sorry, I'm stupid

warnings: nothing, fluff, some cursing, reader is described to be shorter than Harry

word count: 1k

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Getting ready for events always had been and always would be a hassle, a fight in more than just three acts, a headache-causing nuisance. Not because the people around them weren’t as lovely as humanely possible or the chosen outfits not fitting enough—quite the opposite. It was exhausting to be peeled, scrubbed, and peeled again; to be brushed and sprayed and formed; to be ripped out of her comfortable sweatpants and hoodie she loved to wear around the house in her free time. She loved her job, and she loved Harry with all her heart, but sometimes YN just wanted to have a little peace and quiet—and less body-bending and skin-irritating procedures to look somewhat presentable in the eyes of the public.

She had her eyes closed while two people took care of her hair for the first time this afternoon, a lot more gentle and cautiousness than the last time when YN had thought the woman in her back was this close to ripping her hair out. The memory alone made her almost flinch in the comfortable seat. A sigh left her lips, somewhere between contentment and relaxation, but was interrupted by the voice of her boyfriend as he entered their bedroom, where the beauty front had set up the operation base for tonight’s event.

“We need a moment,” he just spoke, letting YN cock both brows as she looked over at him, standing next to the door with his hands behind his back, already dressed in the perfectly fitting suit Michael had chosen for tonight. As soon as the last person left the room with a questioning look thrown his way, Harry closed the door behind them and turned with a smile on his face. “Is everything alright?” The first thought was that he had gotten sick and would tell her she needed to do this alone, but the soft nod of his head soothed her worry-turning thoughts. “Everything’s perfect, darlin’. I just have something for you and I thought you could need a break anyway.” Now it was her turn to smile at his thoughtfulness while standing up and meeting him in front of their bed. “It wasn’t that bad today. It was actually quite… soothing.” The surprise in her voice was even audible to her ears. “But what is it?” Now sounding like a kid on Christmas morning, YN looked from his face to his still in his back clasped hands. A hand got stretched out to gently pull at his elbow as he didn’t seem to make a move to reveal the thing he had for her. “Harry,” she almost whined like a child forced to be waiting for their turn to rip open the presented gifts and pulled a bit harder while Harry started to show his cheeky grin.

“Oh, you want it? You really want it, darlin’?” Teasing her was his main job if someone asked YN. Pouting, she nodded and pulled again. “Of course! You can’t tease me with the prospect of a gift, even though I told you to stop buying me stuff I can easily afford myself, and then keep hiding it from me!” As the pulling apparently proved itself to be a fruitless attempt, YN let go of Harry’s arm and started to round his body, but he, of course, just turned on the spot, cheeky grin still very prominent on his face. “Stop talkin’ nonsense, darlin’,” he grinned and raised the hand holding a velvety black box above his head, making it impossible for her to even get close to it. Not even her already put on high heels could do much about it.

Still, she tried everything to get to that box. Jumping up and down in front of him in order to at least get a hold of the edge, stretching her body as long as possible while pressing herself against his broad chest, pout unmoving on her lips. “Give me the bloody box, you big teasing baby!” She hit his chest repeatedly, making him laugh her favorite laugh—loud and full of happiness.

Finally, YN hung on Harry’s arm like a koala almost falling off a bamboo tree, grumbling under her breath and looking at him with doe eyes and pouty lips as her last measurement of resistance. Meanwhile, he was already in the process of letting his hand slowly move downward, but his head was a bit faster to distract YN with a kiss on her lips. “Don’t be mad at me, darlin’. Y’know how much I love to tease you,” he whispered at her lips, feeling YN’s smile return, and grinned himself. “I know, I know,” she whispered back, and, as he pulled back, he could see her rolling eyes, the smile still on her pretty face. “Am I allowed to see it now?”

Nodding, Harry let her grasp for the box wrapped in black velvet, watching her closely as she inspected it without opening it.

“Don’t wanna know how much money you spend,” was all she mumbled before opening the clasp and pulling up the lid, exposing a beautiful necklace he had bought for her weeks ago. Her quiet gasp was already satisfaction enough, but seeing her looking up at him with such big, wonder-filled eyes was even better. “H…” It was only a breathy whisper of a letter, fueling him with the knowledge he did the right thing. “Y’like it?” Her nod was fast and hard. “You know I love it. You know I had my eyes on it for months. But—… but H, this—… you shouldn’t have—…” Gently, he cupped YN’s chin with his fingers and moved it up to press his lips to hers for another soft kiss. “I know I didn’t have to, but y’know I love spoilin’ my girl. Especially when she’s nominated for the biggest award in her career.”

Blinking the tears of joy and gratitude from her eyes, YN pulled Harry back down to her, letting their foreheads rest against one another. “Thank you, you teasing moron,” she whispered with a grin tucking on her lips and kissed every inch of skin she possibly could reach.

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ineffable-masquerade · 10 months

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omega strikers characters: who does and doesn't have ADHD?

Imma tell u who I think does and doesn't have ADHD in omega strikers. This is based off my dumbass opinion so don't take things I say seriously tho if u do disagree plz tell me what u think

Julliete: Yeah she definitely has ADHD. Hyperfixating on corestrike that much must be due to something

Kai: The fact that his secondary is literally just a speed boost makes me think he doesn't like waiting, so I'm going to say probably.

Estelle: Probably does not have ADHD. Very patient and doesn't hyperfixate on anything.

Dubu: Unknown. He is a hamster. Non human or oni characters cannot be described with human mental disorders.

Atlas: Probably the only character who would not be distracted by a butterfly besides maybe Estelle or octavia who would probably be distracted by how pretty it looks rather than the fact that it's moving. The only character that has zero chance of having ADHD.

Drek'ar: Unknown due to not being a human or oni. Again, see dubu for explanation.

Juno: Unknown. She is a literal mass of slime. See dubu for explanation

Rune: Used to have ADHD before being possessed by a demon from obscura. Kinda messed with his brain a little.

X: Probably brags about the fact that he has several mental disorders, most definitely has ADHD.

Era: She likes butterflies. I feel like I don't have to explain further. She definitely has ADHD.

Luna: C'mon, you know the answer.

Ai.Mi: She was born from ADHD. Molded by it. She comes from the very fabric that is ADHD. She is ADHD cuz she is internet.

Asher: Neurotypical people don't just go gambling without reading the laws and win enough that you get reported to the police, likely has ADHD.

Zentaro: Does not have ADHD. He's just a calm, collected, and cool kid with a sword.

Rasmus: Unknown. Serious exposure to omega probably altered his mind a lot, so I'd say the omega exposure gave him ADHD or worsened ADHD that he already had. He is very tunnel-visioned on his experiments and would probably confuse a butterfly for a cup of coffee if he was thirsty enough.

Vyce: Oddly enough I don't think she has ADHD. Just cuz she likes rock and has a very energetic personality, she doesn't really seem like she has it due to being able to focus on stuff and not really hyperfixating on anything. Side note: Though she probably does drink a lot and has likely kissed the entire adult female portion of the cast at least twice. Maybe has kissed X on accident once.

Octavia: This bitch screams ADHD. Constantly on social media and burning bridges to close people in her life just to pursue something she takes extreme interest in? I am 110% sure that she has ADHD.

Finii: A kid who is bored all the time? Hyper obsesses over bunnies as you can see from her outfit? Literally became a magician just so that she wouldn't be bored all the time? This kid needs some medication imo, definitely has ADHD and her parents need to realize that.

anyways das it I tried to go in order of the characters from memory but i probably messed up somewhere before Ai.Mi and after Drek'ar. lmk your thoughts on this if u see this plz

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scalproie · 10 months

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omg plz do 13, 16, and 25 for the violence ask meme on tekken FWKJFK sorry for so much im just interested to hear ur thoughts!!!

13. worst blorboficiation

Objectively, Lee is the "least evil" mishima and congrats to him for leaving (tho forcefully) that fucked up family and yeah his childhood sucked big time and I have to respect the hustle of him rebranding himself into the funny "excellent" flamboyant guy but GOD he somehow successfully tricked everybody into forgetting that he is also very not a good person. I KNOW we are starving for positive relationships in tekken but he is very much as egoistical and self-interested as the rest of his family, kazuya is his brother only by name only and lee not only doesnt care about him nor their father and he would happily throw him or both of them under the bus to get ahead LIKE HE IS DOING NOW BY WORKING WITH LARS AND JIN AGAINST KAZUYA. Lee could not have inherited raw power from heihachi so he got his manipulativeness, sketchyness and charisma, and lets not talk about how the devil gene is alienating both kaz and jin so there is no way lee could even keep up with that. But if he could I really doubt he would still be regarded as the meme man that he is now. I love lee but I feel like the only person that can see smth sinister lurking under the surface thats funny and approachable and even has friends. Thats not a negative btw I love that about lee but the overly kindness I see from people's interpretation of him sometimes take me out. Hes better, but hes still not good, yknow?

(as for mk im just slipping it there bc its fresh in my head, johnny cage holds the really heavy burden of being the only somewhat comical main character in a sea of dramatic people so he is doomed to be mischaracterized I think. Either hes treated TOO seriously and it feels... wrong in a way I cant explain OR he is subject to comical whorification. But thats just me hating fun I guess.)

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Heihachi has the worst fucking development in tekken 7 it genuinely makes me insane that some people would enjoy this botched attempt of sympathy toward him, all while making fun of his original reasonning like "haha lions dont push their cubs off cliffs" WE KNOW its a traditional asian misconception that even has a name and it makes sense bc heihachi is old school but also ITS NOOOT ABOUT THE LITERAL LION THING ITS A METAPHOR ITS ABOUT GENERATIONAL TRAUMA AND TOXIC MASCULINITY GNGNHGNH and its BETTER than a hypothetical witch trial that makes NO SENSE bc HEIHACHI YOU THREW THE KID SAYING THAT IF HE SURVIVED, HE HAD THE EVIL IN HIM. AND THEN YOU RAISED HIM??? WHAT??? Its stupid. I hope he stays dead goodbye forever funny cockroach grandpa.

(mk break again but you genuinely have to explain 80% of the mk ships to me. Maybe its me being idk, a shipping paladin or smth and took an oath to the One True Pairing or whatever and im now blind to the rest but yeah I dont see the majority of it.)

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

EVERYONE SPEAKING THEIR OWN LANGUAGE AND EVERYBODY UNDERSTANDING EACH OTHER DESPITE THAT IS ONE OF THE BEST THING ABOUT TEKKEN. FUCK YOU IF YOU WANT AN ALL JAPANESE OR ENGLISH DUB. ITS ORIGINAL ITS INTERESTING ITS GOOD TO HAVE CHARACTERS SPEAKING ACTUAL FRENCH, SPANISH, PORTUGESE, KOREAN AND OTHER IN A MAINSTREAM VIDEOGAME. FUCK YOU FOREVER IF YOU WANT TO TAKE THAT AWAY OR IF ITS "WEIRD" TO YOU BC ITS NOT REALISTIC, BORING BITCH.

ALSO "NOBODY CARES ABOUT THE PLOT" I DO!!! I DOOO!!! IM NOT GONNA LOWER MY STANDARDS FOR THEM TO MAKE A GOOD SATISFYING STORY JUST BC YOU CARE MORE ABOUT EVO TOURNAMENTS, MICROFRAME DATA, AND IF YOUR WAIFU MAKE IT BACK IN THE MAIN ROSTER.

#hi sorry got heated at the end #tagging later #kazooyah #ask meme

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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕞 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤

♩ g/n reader, this is an elaborate joke!!!! I can't stress that enough DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY PLZ

♩♩ word count: 2k

♩♩♩ A/N: 🍒requested 32 (I'm gonna do this is bullet-points cuz a whole fic would be too much cringe…even for me)

wip list here

How it all started:

You never thought something this ridiculous and unbelievable would happen to you.

But the truth was, the whole Stray Kids were in love with you.

Don't laugh yet, I know it sounds nonsensical.

The members thought the same thing at first. No exception.

After all, who would have thought that 8 people would fall in love with the same person?

But when they thought about it, it all came to this for a reason.

You were their assistant and were basically by their side 24/7 when they had schedules.

Since their debut, you have been there for the most important moments in their lives.

You laughed with them, cried with them, and went through all the storms together.

Looking back on the journey, it seemed like you were by their side all along.

Over time, it was not impossible for them to develop feelings for you.

One could even say that it was inevitable.

You were not a very sensitive person to feelings.

Or rather, you have a relatively low self-esteem.

You might have sensed the members' feelings for you, but you didn't believe it.

After all, how could such an unbelievable thing happen to you?

This kind of thing that couldn't even happen in a Mary Sue story actually happened?

Order of confession:

Chan

The reason for putting Chan here wasn't really because he took the initiative.

Rather, it was because, if another member had confessed first, he would never confess to you ever.

He is the type of person who would give up himself and make sacrifices for the sake of the members.

If he knew that another member liked you, then he would voluntarily quit.

So, I would have to put him first.

But actually, even if he didn't know that another member liked you, he was the type of person who would confess his love relatively quickly.

After all, he doesn't like to procrastinate, and there's no point in dwelling on things that have already been established.

He confessed his love by saying, "Hey, I think we are quite suitable, do you want to try a relationship? I really like you."

Mature and unpretentious, would be very responsible, can be your dependence.

Felix

Felix is the kind of person who speaks his mind, especially when it comes to relationships and doesn't like to drag his feet.

His likes and dislikes are very obvious, and the way he shows his love and affection is very forward.

In fact, there was no need to tell you directly, just through body language he was already telling you his feelings for you.

But really, it's not hard to get him to say it, as long as the timing is right, he will definitely tell you.

You don't even need to ask him, he may come straight over one day and tell you: "Hey, I've liked you for a while, want to try it out with me? We'll definitely have lots of fun every day if we're together!"

Seungmin

Similar to Felix, the type that doesn't like to drag his feet.

If he was 100% sure that he likes you, it would be a simple matter to confess his love.

But actually, what he's probably looking forward to more than him confessing his love to you is for you to confess your love to him.

But since this is reverse harem it has to be him confessing to you.

Then our scenario might be… He realizes that you are very popular and feels that if he does not confess he will not have a chance?

After all, this puppy is very smart, do not underestimate him.

The confession line would probably be… "I like you …… Hmm? You did not hear it? Then I'll say it again, I like you. I can say it as many times as needed, as long as you're willing to listen."

Hyunjin

As I've said many times, this guy is a hopeless romantic.

What's special about Hyunjin is that I feel he really enjoys the crush aspect of it.

Of course, this is only if there are no rivals.

Once he notices that there are others who are competing with him for you, then he will start his "seduction" mode.

To put it bluntly, he is trying to get you to like him back.

This is not a difficult task, after all, he is Hwang Hyunjin.

So, after he basically confirms that you have the same feelings for him, he will confess right away.

He asked you to come to the dance studio and asked you to watch him dance.

After you ask, "Why did you ask me to come watch you dance," he will answer you, "Because my dances are only shown to the people I like."

Jisung

This guy will pretend he didn't like you for a long time.

But in fact, he may have secretly been in love with you for years.

Moreover, he fell in love at first sight.

But of course he won't tell you, if he could he wouldn't tell you for the rest of his life.

Not because he wasn't confident, he just didn't feel the need to tell you.

Until that time you guys were talking about a relationship, and you mentioned that it was time to think about getting a boyfriend.

Then he immediately looked you in the eye and asked you "Why not consider me? I am good-looking and versatile, can make you happy, will never make you sad or do anything bad. I don't have any bad habits and I love to exercise, isn't that the perfect boyfriend?"

Changbin

If he realizes that he likes you, he will definitely confess.

It's just that he needs to notice that his feelings for you are not those of a friend… And that might be a little difficult.

I mentioned in this fic that Changbin was the type that would slowly fall in love with his best friend.

Your role as their assistant suits this scenario perfectly.

He probably just felt relaxed at first with you around.

Only later did he slowly start to notice that his feelings for you was love.

After finally realizing it, (perhaps while writing a love song and realizing he was thinking all about you?) Rushing out of the studio to you, grabbing you by the shoulders and telling you in an excited tone, "Y/N! I'm in love with you!" Before you could realize what he was saying, he was already continuing on with his self-talk.

Jeongin

He knows he likes you, he's just simply afraid to tell you.

But because Minho, the biggest tsundere in the universe, is in the picture, he's not last place.

What if you don't like him? Or think of him as a child? A normal friend?

You noticed him while he was pacing in the practice room in distress.

You asked him what was bothering him, and without realizing it was you, he just blurted out what was on his mind.

"I'm worried about telling Y/N that I like them."

Then his brain stops working for a few seconds.

Then it exploded on the spot.

Minho

Minho is in last place not because he is afraid to confess his feelings to you, or because he is unsure of his feelings.

He's pretty sure of his feelings and has 120% of the guts to tell you.

He just… feels a little ashamed that he fell for you first.

Like Seungmin, he wants you to confess your feelings to him first.

Like Jisung, he will never tell you that he has liked you for a long time.

But in reality, he didn't have to tell you either.

After all, to everyone's eyes, his feelings for you were obvious.

He might think he's hiding it so successfully and that no one has found out that he likes you.

But in fact, probably everyone except you knew.

"What are you talking about? I'm looking at Y/N with strange eyes? Do you want me to dig your eyes out to confirm it?"

Their reaction after knowing that everyone likes you

Chan: "Am I in a kdrama now? But even a kdrama doesn't have a plot like this, right?"

Minho: "Who said I like you? I didn't say that, you're delusional."

Changbin: "Everyone fighting for Y/N's heart together? That sounds like fun, I'll be the absolute winner in the end anyway!"

Hyunjin: "Are you kidding Changbin hyung, I'm the one Y/N likes."

Jisung: "Why do I feel like I've seen anime like this? It's just that it's usually a group of women who likes a guy, right?"

Felix: "I'll be willing to sacrafice anything else, but I'll never sacrafice anything regarding Y/N!"

Seungmin: "Why can't all 9 of us be together?"

Jeongin: (still not over the accidental confession earlier)

Anyway… Everyone started a "battle for Y/N" to become your boyfriend! (Don't ask me why everyone can't be together like Seungmin said… It's reverse harem headcanons, not poly!skz's headcanons!)

Who is the winner at the end? Because I couldn't choose a single person… So I wrote everyone's scenario!

Chan

No one had a problem with it, and everyone felt that they really couldn't compare themselves to Chan.

All would sincerely wish you two the best, after all, everyone knows what a wonderful man Chan is.

They all firmly believe that if it is Chan, he will be able to take good care of you and be the best boyfriend.

Minho

Many people have objections… But don't dare to say.

After all, you have already chosen him, and while surprised, everyone had to accept it.

But in fact, everyone was relieved, after all, they knew that Minho was actually a very gentle person.

Changbin

Everyone showed an expression of surprise …… Including Changbin himself.

But immediately there was a look of "of course it's me, it could only be me from the beginning" on his face.

In reality, everyone knew in their hearts that choosing Changbin was the right decision.

Hyunjin

"Ah, of couse had to be Hyunjin" was everyone's reaction.

It seems like everyone was prepared from the beginning that "you would choose Hyunjin".

However, Hyunjin himself was not expecting this result at all, and looked at you with wondering eyes.

Jisung

Another unexpected result, but when they thought about it, it seemed to be the right choice.

It only took about ten seconds for him to go from disbelief to taking it for granted.

There were a lot of people who were unconvinced, but you've made your choice and they're not going to fight their brother any more.

Felix

"The obvious decision, how can anyone not pick Felix?" Was the reaction of everyone.

He was the opposite of most of them, from happy at the beginning to worried later, with a lot of disbelief.

In the end, it was the other members who came together to encourage him and tell him that he would be the best person for you.

Seungmin

This was really not expected by anyone, including Seungmin himself.

He looked at you with big watery eyes and tried to find a hint of falsity in your expression, telling him that you were just kidding.

But you chose him, and there was nothing left for you to regret, and he smiled when he realized this.

Jeongin

Although this was also an outcome that no one expected, but then… He's Yang Jeongin! No one will refute it.

Except for ….. Jeongin himself. He thought you made the wrong choice and would even say it to you directly.

You had to tell him that even though his hyungs are all outstanding people, he was the one who ultimately captured your heart.

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz angst #stray kids angst #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

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fictional-lvr · 2 years

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Stupid. Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

A/N: THIS IS SO SHORT??? I HATE WRITING. also plz reblog if you have the time and wanna support :) enjoy and have a lovely day!

Summary: Bsf!Eddie walks in on reader being emo abt how scared they are for Eds and they end up confessing their love for each other. Very sappy, real stupid, I kinda hate it.

Contains: Reader crying, Eds crying, petnames (baby, sweetheart, honey, love), bad writing tbh I haven’t written in so long, au where Eddie never died, just fluff

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Eddie Munson is stupid. He is your stupid, dumb, idiotic, best friend that you are so obviously in love with and he just walked in on you violently sobbing. “fuck off, Eddie.” You groaned, tossing the pillow from under your head at him. You, Steve, and Dustin crashed at his trailer after a long night of plotting ways to beat those grimy little demobats, not wanting to risk failure after Eddies run-in with them last time. Eddie made a confused face and threw his hands up. “It’s my room fuckface, what’s wrong?” His tone quickly changed when he finally comprehended that you were crying. Eddie walked over and sat down at the foot of his bed that he insisted you sleep in last night. “’M just really tired, Eds, it’s fine.” You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face, but Eddie knew you better than anyone, you had become incredibly close after he became a literal fugitive and you and the gang became accomplices. “okay I know I still haven’t graduated, but I’m not that dumb, hun.” Eddie complained, rolling his eyes at you. You sighed and curled up next to him, kinda like a cat tbh. He placed a hand on your back “C’mon, sweetheart, you know you can tell good ol’ Eds what’s wrong.” You scoffed, accepting your fate and taking a deep breath. “I really am so tired, Eddie. I’m so tired of the upside-down, and Vecna, and those stupid fucking bats that almost killed your dumbass, and I’m scared. I’m really scared, Eds. I’m so afraid that next time, we won’t get off that easily, that one of us isn’t gonna come back up. I mean, let’s be realistic, love, you almost didn’t come back up last time.” Eddie teared up a bit while you were talking, the only other time you saw him cry was when he nearly bled out in front of you and Dustin. “God, y/n. Sappy much?” He sniffled, wiping unfallen tears out of his eyes. “Sweetheart, I promise you I’m not going anywhere. It’s gonna take a lot more than a few bats listening to Metallica to kill Eddie fucking Munson, baby.” You smiled a bit, but you weren’t convinced. “God, babe, didn’t realize you were that worried.” He said smugly, grinning at you as you rolled your eyes, getting irritated that he wouldn’t take you seriously. He snickered before speaking again. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in love with me.” He nudged your head. You shot up and were now sitting straight up facing him, an angry look adorning your features. “Of course I’m in love with you, you stupid fucking dumbass!” You yelled, huffing and throwing your arms around animatedly. Eddie froze, his face dropped and you couldn’t make out what he was thinking in the slightest. “What?” It was quiet, soft, like he was afraid of breaking the tension in the room. Tears stinged your eyes as you tried to harshly blink them away, you got up and began to turn to walk out of Eddies room but Eddie quickly interrupted. “Hey, honey, wait-” He began. “God, Munson, are you fucking stupid?! I just I was literally in love with you and you call me ‘honey’? Jesus, it’s like you want me to be miserable.” Eddie was shocked, you’d never talked to him like that, let alone yelled at him in a serious manner. He sniffled, quickly pulling himself together and regaining composure. “I- I’m sorry, honey, I was just so shocked. Should’ve said something quicker. I love you too. Shit, man do I love you. Just ask Dustin, man. Poor kid has listened to me talk about it for months.” He pulled you into his lap and you snuggled your head into his shoulder before he continued. “’M so sorry, y/n, I thought I was making it obvious.” You took in a shaky breath at his confession. He’s so fucking dumb, but then again, so were you. “We are both so, so, stupid.” You chuckled. Eddie starting laughing, jostling your body along with his. “Yeah. We’re so dumb.” He giggled. From then, as cliché as it is, it was history. You had your stupid little happily ever after and your dumb little lovely life, and you were so glad you can’t, for the life of you, censor yourself.

#eddie munson #eddie #munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #i love eddie so much #bad writing #stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #eddie au #god i miss him #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #fanfic #writblr

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Hello, may i request for a BSD romantic/platonic matchup ? (Whatever inspires you the most ! :'D)

About me :

I use any pronouns, mostly she/her , he/him and they/them, any is fine with me ! (Me genderfluid ig zjzu) I am pansexual and so i don't mind the gender i'm being matched with, i'm also asexual

As long as you don't pair me with mori i'll be okay

I kin some characters, you don't have to know them or make researches about them but i'll name them just in case that can help

So yes firstly i kin Dazai from bsd -

and i kin reki from sk8 the infinity

And 707 from mystic messenger

I'm requesting matchups because i'm curious

I like :

Chocolate : It's some type of comfort food for me and something that is kinda apart of me now as when i was younger i was known for the crazy quiet kid obsessed with chocolate

Chips aswell, there was a period in my life where i did weird experiments with chips. I can tell you do not put chips in the microwave they're not gonna be any tastier... My best friend wants to ban me from the kitchen since this chips-experimental small phase of my life. Which is good for me since we plan to live together with some other friends and that would mean i wouldn't be the one carrying the burden of cooking, cheers !

My bed ; I'm a very lazy person and somedays all i'll want to do is laze around in this heaven of mine. Somedays the world is too heavy for me to even get out of this magnificient bed that i dearly love. #Tryingnottoturnsleepingasacopingmechanismasitshouldn'tbe

Skateboarding ; I also might not be this much of a lazy person as i get urges to go outside and skateboard, sometimes i'll fall my ass off and that's completely fine, sometimes i'll completely get hurt but that's okay, it's apart of skateboarding ! More excuses for me to laze around? As long as i have the freedom to skate around a bit and i only ever get stopped when i'm hurt.. Teehee

Sleeping ; Sleep is precious to me, if i'm staying up or thinking about not sleeping much, bully me to sleep please. Even a few minutes is important. Else without sleep i go crazy and i might end up feeling down for a whole week just because s l e e p

Hugs : And i will struggle to admit that because of my ego. But please hug me🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 we can take naps hugging 😌

Comfort : please even though i run away from that please

Joking around and laughing : being serious is nice and all but i like joking

Pranking : though i do it rarely so that i can get my friends by surprise i'm always proud when they fall in my rare and small traps. Eheh 😎

Music : because, like, m u s i c

Being a daddy (not nsfw it's a joke zizkzkzk)

The color purple (i'm obsessed with it)

And bright colors (mostly red & yellow)

Any colors actually (brown and blue are slay too)

But mostly purple

And red

Stars : looking at the stars in the night sky is awesome. In fact my room's wallpapers are stars and i put some effects to feel like i'm in space at night. Nice.

Otome games 🥺🥺 >_<

Calls

Friends

Once again, hugs please

I dislike :

Dazai's suicide attempts : they'll make me sad and remind me of a lot of bad memories i can't even count - i could get triggered but that'd be rare i think 🤔

Stress : frick stress

Authority : you don't tell me what to do 🙄💅

School : if i ever go to school again, don't lose time and just put me in a mental hospital smh

Uncaring people : i'm sensitive plz don't break my fragile heart and please show that u care abt what i say 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔

Death : i want to live infinitely with the people i care about😔😔😔😔😔😔

Chips cooked by microwave

Chips in a chocolate bread sandwich

Chips on yogurt

Too much seriousness

Too much activity

Having to look good ; too much of a chore for me smh let me dress with the first clothes i come across

Personality traits :

I'm so lazy it became a personality trait

Funny, i make my friends laugh and I make myself laugh so idk

Caring, though i might seem distant sometimes, probably because i'm feeling too lazy/overwhelmed to show my care. RIP.

Quiet sometimes, Loud the other times

Sincere , yas i'm honest as hell and if you bother me i'll say it, which happens rarely but it's good to know i guess-

Maybe not a personality trait but i seem either happy to other people

Thinking mess : i think a lot and zone out a lot even while walking and talking. Could get lost bc of that tbh

Considerate ; teehee 😌

Kind ; teehee🥺

Bright, wait didn't i already say that-

I'm an understanding person

I'm either energetic or dead, but i bring good vibes okay

What i look like :

5'4 tall

Short dark brown hair that i like to cut bc i don't wanna brush my hair so i hate when it's not cut

Dark brown eyes

I mostly wear a purple or black outfit i guess?

Hobbies :

Writing fanfictions about my friends because it's funny

Making videos because i don't know

Skateboarding because i love the freedom feeling

Staying in bed because frick the concept of an active life

Read some books bc like books are slay

Watch videos

Talk to people through discord mostly

Thinking and let my thoughts wander as i scroll through tumblr and youtube

Backread discord messages, funny and comforting ones teehee

MBTI :

I thought i was an INFP for 2 years

Turned out i'm actually an ENTP

But my extrovert and thinking percentages are very middle middle

So you could say XNXP but i'm 90% sure i'm an ENTP

It just means i may sometimes act like an INFP, INTP or ENFP

I don't know why but when i'm at my lowest i act more like an INFP

I don't know why either but it's very rare to be introvert and thinking at the same time so my INTP phases are very rare

I don't know why i'm more like an ENFP or ENTP when i'm in the best times of my life

But anyways i'm ENTP you know some details now, if that can help

I think i'm done ! I hope i didn't say too much and that was enough for you, if you're not inspired or don't want to do this , it's completely fine ! Please take care and i hope you have a great day or night ^^

A/n: I don’t believe you are lazy BECAUSE YOU WROTE A WHOLE PARAGRAPH???? I‘m joking lolol anyways

You seem so nice and sweet like be my friend????

Also it’s a little short so i feel sooooo bad but I hope you enjoy anyways :))

I had to think abt this one quite a bit but I think I‘m gonna pair you with…..

RANPO!!!

You are kind of similar yet different

I imagine you both going off to do silly things because NO ONE TELLS YOU WHAT TO DO

Ranpo also needs hugs like??? Cuddle this genius please

The only person he would share his chocolate with tbh

Also you kin reki, Dazai AND my babygirl 707??? What do they all have in common???? They all have a „happy“ and fun side, yet they also have a quiet and dreadful one to them. They all have a partner that is calming or just „quiet“, be it langa or Mc.

Your fun and entertaining side also has a quiet one to it, so your s/o Ranpo will be your other piece to that cliché trope

Cuddles on the sofa

Also you‘d be friends with Poe and Atsushi especially

Your kind and caring traits are no barrier to anyone so anyone could be your Friend (except Mori, you‘ll probably set him on fire)

Kunikida wouldn’t know what to do with you

You and Ranpo are a silly couple idc

Ranpo will ask Poe if he could write a story for you and him to solve together (kinda escape room date vibes)

Teases you a lot but in a cute way if you don’t get the answer to a riddle

Also I believe that Ranpo wouldn’t engage in sexy times, just because he doesn’t find the whole „making baby’s and stuff“ things interesting so no problemo

Will give you his cape sometimes if you ask with a pretty please

If it rains he will pull you close and cover the both of you in his cape while smiling like an idiot

#Bsd #Bsd imagines #Bsd Headcanons #bsd matchup #Bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs x reader #Bungou stray dogs matchup #Ranpo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo x you #ranpo x reader #bsd ranpo #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader

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noa-ciharu · 1 year

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Fuuma!!! (If possible both X and TRC)

Aww the horniest man alive with kinkshaming kink 🥺

Since some things overlap (like gender and sexuality thing for example), I'll write some for all versions and some separately for X and TRC

Sexuality headcanon:

Clamp never stated it out loud but is it really up for debate? Boy is gay af. He literally can't keep hands and tongue off Kamui, literally there's no universe where he's not all over Kamui. Plus in X he was collecting sad twinks like pokemon cards so there it goes, gay af

Gender headcanon:

I don't have any really. Nothing ever lead me to think he's not cis male.

OTP:

Fuukam. I don't really ship Fuuma seriously with anyone else. I guess I could bang ship him with some other X male characters (like one night stands simply for the thrill) but I can't ship him romantically with them. Just Kamui

In TRC I can't even see those bang ship options. So again, just Kamui.

Actually you know what? He can have harem of Kamuis. That's actually why Fuuma is traveling universes, clamp just confirmed it to me in a dream 😌

BROTP:

His interactions with Seishirou in X were hilarious. I'd pay to watch Fuuma bother Seishirou everyday by looking like Subaru, rip off his wallet and crash at his place (and eat food) when Seishirou's not home. It'll be funny af to see their evil bastard convos where Fuuma's all 😏 #kinkshaming 😈 and Seishirou 😎 on surface but privately being like 'when will this kid leave me alone. Is this karma? 😟 will he stop looking like my prey while licking on that icecream so sensually? Ah what's with that smirk and - ah, he's kinkshaming me again 😑'

In trc I guess also with Seishirou since they're bastard brothers there. I'd so want to see shenanigans on beach and Fuuma surfing with Kurogane's arm while Seishirou is swimming in his priest outfit because god forbid anyone saw his younger brother has more shoulders. Also I'd so want to see Fuuma's and Kurogane's interactions, it'll be hilarious af to see Kuro being irked by Fuuma's fake smiles and carefree behavior.

Fuuma plz I got second hand embarrassment

NOTP:

Actually none? I mean I bet someone could come up with paring that'll make me go wtf but I'm yet to see it

Random headcanon:

X: ever since turning into antichrist, Fuuma sometimes keeps eye on Kamui from afar. Of course Kamui has no clue and Fuuma has no plan of using informations obtained while stalking to his gain. He doesn't even have malicious intent, he just deep down yearns for Kamui so much that sometimes he's unable to stay away. Fuuma knows their relationship is barely holding by threads and thay he can't just waltz up to Kamui and ask him how his day is going. He knows he must be strong and endure separation for sake of future and having Kamui go through realizations of his own.

Still, deep down Fuuma is aware of his own humanity. He can't stop the ache, he can't stop irrational yearning. So he watches from afar

TRC: since he's constantly on a run and travelling through dimensions alone, Fuuma sometimes worries about losing sense of identity. He barely forms long lasting bonds with people and has no family, hence feeling lonely and lost from time to time is inevitable. There's noone to reaffirm that something really happened and isn't fragment of his imagination

Hence in every world he settles in Fuuma purchases and finds trinkets on his own. Form older necklaces to compasses and ancient clock to even gemstones. Something that stores memories and reminders him of world he's been in and people he formed fleething conections with.

General opinion on said character:

X: I think Fuuma might be little underrated in fandom? Sure there are other side characters, but he's a main character and actually very very complex ar core. But I guess it comes down to fandom scratching their heads about his motives and what happened to him since that part is never explained in manga. We all have our headcanons and possible explanations but who knows what clamp has planned. Still, compared to Kamui, Seishirou and Subaru, I don't see TB/X fandom outside my mutuals circle talk about him very often...

Trc (and late X):

#thanks for ask #fuuma monou #x/1999 #tsubasa chronicle #sorry for all the typos it's 2am ;-;

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jmrothwell · 2 years

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Yes I'm like two days behind on my dash but TUESDAY (or wednesday for me). “I think my leg/arm is broken.” + Reggie plz

(Set in @innytoes Quiet AU, aka ‘the post apocalypse monster AU’. Fair warning, it got kinda long)

Luke bounced on his toes, his cheeks ached from the large smile on his face. Excited that Reggie had finally relented to teach him some of his silent evasion techniques he had deemed too dangerous to teach the younger kids.

“I’m not sure about this.” Julie grumbled from where she stood gazing over the edge of the short one story building they’d decided to practice on.

Reggie laughed in that beautifully silent breathy way he did before offering Julie reassurances. They’d been working on the jumps and landings at ground level and various random railings for weeks now. Reggie specifically chose these buildings because of how short they were and the small distance between them.

Julie didn’t seem convinced by any of his arguments. Luke didn’t want her to shut this down before he even got a real chance to give it a try so he jumped in with an argument of his own. “C’mon Jules. Reg used to do this sort of thing all the time. He’s an expert, I’m sure he wouldn’t let me do this if there was any serious risk involved.”

Thankfully Julie was turned towards Luke and couldn’t see the scrunched up faces Reggie was making behind her back. The boy’s face was soo expressive he could tell whole stories with a few looks. And these stories, well even if Reggie may have made it this far, others hadn’t been so lucky.

Briefly Luke second guessed if he should be doing this.

Julie meanwhile looked almost convinced, a contemplative sigh leaving her lips as she looked over the edge of the building again. Reggie and Luke had a brief silent conversation over her shoulder. A conversation which ended with ‘yes I am sure I still want to jump from building to building Reg. How do you not see how cool that is?’

After Julie relented, Reggie offered to demonstrate. He made short work of sprinting across the roof and leaping safe and soundly to the other roof and then back again. Luke didn’t think he would ever get tired of how impressively quick and agile Reggie could be. All without a single audible sound.

“The key,” he began, louder than he used to speak but still on the quieter side of things. A vibrant smile split his flushed face, “is to not hesitate. Just trust your instincts.”

“What instincts?” Julie snarked, earning her shoulder checks from both of the boys. Although Luke did pout a bit because she might have a bit of a point there.

Reggie quietly clapped a hand to Luke’s shoulder, “we’ve been drilling them. The jump and landing practices.”

Luke’s smile grew as he looked to Julie and then dashed off to where Reggie had begun his earlier sprint. He quietly muttered to himself, repeating Reggie’s advice from earlier over and over.

“Just don’t overthink it he says” Julie called out. Probably repeating something Reggie thought he’d shouted. “Should be easy for you.”

Luke’s offended scoff was short-lived, as he could hear and see his two friends giggling at his expense. He took a few short breaths, bounding on his feet and began sprinting towards the building's edge. He didn’t get far as Reggie was suddenly in front of him blocking his path.

At his confused look, Reggie explained, “We should have probably also worked on your sprinting. That was not quick enough.”

“Seriously?” Luke whined, sensing what Reggie was about to say before he actually said anything. Luke dispondantly kicked the roof as they walked over to Julie, who clearly was trying to not look like she was gloating.

“Wait before we go home, could you maybe demonstrate again?

Reggie rolled his eyes but there was no malice anywhere in it. His fond smile never faltered as he shook his head and dashed off. He sprinted then vaulted the distance between the building, nimbly landing on the other building. A loud cracking sound tore the smile from all of their faces.

Luke’s heart stopped as the stonework ledge Reggie had landed on crumbled beneath his feet. Reggie briefly managed to grab onto the ledge as the rest of him slammed into the wall. Luke wasn’t certain if it was Reggie’s grip or the ledge that gave out and sent the boy hurtling the remaining distance to the ground.

Reggie managed to maintain silence the entire time. Even when he landed in a heap and immediately curled tightly into himself. Luke and Julie on the other hand more than made up for it with their screams and concerned cries.

“Reggie?” Julie’s voice rang out echoing off the walls of the two buildings and it made the boy flinch. Something was very wrong. Noise hadn’t made him flinch like that for months now.

All it took was a brief exchange of worried glances before Luke and Julie both raced back down the ladder they had used to get up here in the first place.

By the time they’d made it back to solid earth, Reggie was leaning heavily into the wall. Silently he hobbled on one leg as quickly as he could away from where he’d just made all the noise. Clearly he was avoiding putting any weight on the leg closest to the wall.

Luke caught up with him quicker than Julie, his stride giving him the slightest advantage.”Reg where are you go-?”

Reggie moved so quickly Luke hadn’t even registered what happened until he was pinned back against the wall, a hand firmly placed over his mouth. Luke inhaled sharply as his stomach dropped. He hadn’t seen Reggie this manically panicked about sound since he first woke up on this side of the outer wall. The only difference now was Reggie’s bottom lip was bleeding from where his teeth had sunk into it.

Somehow, something happened during his fall that dragged him back there. Back to outside the wall again. Fear and pain had a funny way of doing that to people. Forcibly taking them back to their worst moments.

Julie must have noticed as well because her footsteps no longer echoed down the small alley. Luke could see her inching closer out of the corner of his eye. So could Reggie as his eyes flicked towards his direction. Although it was just as likely he could still hear her, his hearing being more attuned to those sorts of sounds than theirs ever had.

Cautiously Luke wrapped one his hands up to the back of Reggie’s head and forced the boy to look at him. Then he used his other hand to move Reggie’s from its position over his mouth to over his chest. Finally he focused on taking long slow breaths, while keeping his eyes as gentle and non threatening as he could.

Reggie’s confusion managed to show through his overwhelming panic. Yet Luke kept up the breathing, remembering Alex’s breathing exercises for his panic attacks. It seemed to be working at least a little.

“Shhh” Julie breathed out from off to the side and gently laid one of her own hands on Reggie’s shoulder as he tensed up again. “Shhhh, Reggie you’re safe.”

A glimmer of recognition crossed over Reggie’s eyes, “Luke?”

“Yeah buddy, Julie and I are here.” Luke whispered, although he knew he wasn’t as good as the other two. Slowly he pulled Reggie into a loose hug. “You’re safe.”

A barely audible relieved but pained whimper dislodged itself from Reggie’s throat as he collapsed into and then slid down the wall. The panicked look fully subsided as he did so, his teeth finally releasing their hold on his bloodied lower lip.

“Reggie?” Julie kept her voice low as she gently placed a hand on his cheek. “That was quite the fall, are you ok?”

“I think.” Reggie spoke, voice hoarse. He grimaced, eyes now screwed shut tight. “I think my leg is broken.”

Luke grimaced as well, but from the guilty pit that dug into his stomach. He didn’t need it but he didn’t fight it when Julie turned around and slapped his arm. She at least didn’t say the ‘I told you so’, he knew she was thinking.

The two didn’t linger in the alley any longer. Luke bent down and wrapped an arm around Reggie’s waist while Reggie wrapped one of his around Luke’s neck. Julie plastered herself in a similar fashion to Reggie’s other side. Luke knew he was carrying most of Reggie’s weight though.

Slowly the three of them made their way back home and Reggie to the medical care he needed for his leg. Julie complained the entire time that she wasn’t about to let either of them do something that stupid ever again.

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Injuries

#reggie peters #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp #julie and the phantoms #AU #prompt fic #injuries

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