#Ice is type 1 obviously

[29625]

My headcannon is Slider’s enneagram is type 2 (with 3 wing) while Maverick is a 8w7.

Slider is a pleaser, Rick Rossovich has said…and I’m not the same ever since. Slider is a pleaser, an altruistic “No. 2” who is also charming and funny. His personality perfectly complements Maverick, who is charismatic, strong, yet (ultimately) lonely and love-starved. His firm embrace and maybe a soft kiss or two will surely revive him from the ashes of all the bridges he has burnt and rejuvenate him so that they can rebuild.

At the same time, his protectiveness and assertiveness help Slider not to slip into the deep void of people-pleasing and exhaustion, the facade of his strong, funny persona making his vulnerability hard to notice for both himself and others. His gentle dominance and fierce protectiveness allow Slider to be more selfish, without his bravado or the altruism running deep inside of him getting in his way.

Particularly the latter will play a big role in their lives later on. I’m imagining Slider to slowly surrender his initial role as a pillar of strength in their relationship as he learns to rely on others (predominantly his short dark stud) and as Mav starts to be able to balance the intensity and integrity of his dominant possession or fierce protectiveness and instead learning to support his partner.

Six months in this fandom and I can never get over how beautiful Slimav is in every aspect.

[i-yap]

I love the idea of jason being like super weird when he gets into a relationship with y/n

Cuz bro was on the streets then with bruce (aka loner dad) and then the main teen years where we learn about relationships and stuff he was being tortured abd trained to be an assassin.

So when he gets into a relationship, he tries to do something or act a certain boyfriend-y way for you. And he has only 4 options -

1. Batman and catwoman the super loner who doesn't say anything and the girl just keeps making sexual innuendos and steals stuff...which obviously doesn't work out cuz u(prolly) don't steal and he likes to talk to you

2. Bruce wayne the playboy- now imagine jasom trying to be smooth at making sexual innuendos ..he can't. At least not in the start and he lacks the subtlety and honestly he is too infatuated he fucks it up real often. " want some of my ice cream" " well sweetheart , I know some ice you can cream" in a weird rich voice and you're just standing there like wtf . Don't get me wrong he can be super vulgar and upfront but he gets all in his head and bruce wayne slips out.

3. NIGHTWING- man that's like the only person around him who has relationships. But noghtwing is like sunshine and jason really is not. So while nightwing aka Mr pitch perfect serenading his girl works and Mr acrobat from circus pulling his girl into a full on waltz works...it rlly doesn't for jason.

4. Books - bro reads Jane austen, bro likes the classics and therefore he will use those books to find gestures for you. Now once he got u a horse cause you were bored. And while that worked for the fictional Victorian housewife...not so much for a busy person in Gotham.

And he gets so confused with such normal things. "Could you Get me some milk" suddenly your entire kitchen is filled with all the different brands and types of milk a person can buy- 2 of each so u don't run out of it cuz Mr lover had no idea what "some" means.

This is just when he overthinks or gets jealous or insecure . Otherwise he is collected and his own unique way of showing love. But he just messes up sometimes and it's the cutest thing everrr.

[pastabaguette]

sorry for all the posts today, but this one is very important: alternian video game edits.

i actually have reasonings for all of their blood types, and a few classpects, so i'll dive into them here:

monika: i'm thinking that early in the game, during acts 1 and 2, she maybe masqueraded as a jadeblood or higher. only during act 3 does she reveal herself as a fuchsia to the protagonist.

gordon and alyx: gordon is probably a tealblood, or somewhere around there. fairly high, but not too high, i think. alyx is an olive, and eli is an indigo. azian was probably a gold. (or lime?) i did have to keep gordon’s orange HEV suit, though. surely you understand. okay, troll half life lore: i think on alternia, all the main characters in the half life franchise are like, olive or above. the rebels in follow freeman and the guards are all lowbloods, so that the player doesn't feel too bad about sacrificing them, or something like that. i think this would be something that would happen in an alternian video game, at least.

agent 47: 47 is actually a mutant, due to being manufactured in a lab. he's a weird ice-blue color. he's still got that piercing stare. i felt a little sad changing his iconic red tie, but i do have some thoughts on that as well. obviously, red in human culture tends to symbolize passion, among other things, and in this case, violence and aggression, because it's the color of blood. however, because trolls all have different blood colors, i think they might have different meanings attached to colors than humans typically do. i think that typically, the colors that would most commonly represent aggression in alternian culture would be blue (cobalt and indigo) and purple. now, i know that the sea dwellers exist, but since the vast majority of trolls are lowbloods, they would have a lot more contact with the land-dwelling highbloods, rather than the fish. so, 47’s tie is blue. (i also just think it looks cool matching his eyes)

chell: I made chell a bronzeblood. she’s a test subject, but not one of the special ones (astronauts, olympians, etc). she’s just another lab rat. (also, a lot of her outfit is orange…)

now for classpects! i only have two i’m sure of as of now:

gordon freeman is an heir of hope. this one is fairly obvious to me. a common belief is that heirs have the ability to become their aspect, in a way. in half life 2, gordon quickly becomes the main symbol of the resistance on earth. for the rebels, he himself IS hope.

agent 47 is a prince of life. again, it’s a common interpretation that princes are themselves void of their aspect, and they destroy that aspect in others. this is really literal, obviously, but as a hitman, 47 kills people. literally destroying life. as for his own lack of life in himself, it’s pretty simple as well. 47 is almost always described as entirely void of emotion and empathy. others often remark on his soulless stare, a lack of life behind his eyes. so, as a prince, he fulfills both criteria there.

holy hell, that was a lot of words. i didn’t intend to talk this much. feel free to add your own thoughts; i’d like to hear what others think. these descriptions were a bit rushed, and i don’t really consider myself to be very good at communicating my thoughts, so a lot of things may have been lost in translation. i’d be happy to try and elaborate on my reasonings for any of them.

(oh, also, please no alyx spoilers. i haven’t played it yet!)

[flwrstqr]

enhypen having a crush on you

pairings: idol!enhypen x fem idol!reader | genre: fluff | wc: 1200+ | prompt: ENHYPEN members when they have a crush on you as an idol | warnings: not proofread | LIBRARY FOR MORE...

이희승 (lhs)

this man has the fattest crush on you ever. he loves your music, your beauty, your personality, and more (the list can go on). when his manager told him you would be doing a challenge with him for your comeback, he was like 😮. he was so nervous, practicing your challenge 24/7 in the dorms, in the gym, in the car, and at music bank. when you finally meet, he eats up the challenge (as usual). you give him a signed album of yours as a gift, and let me tell you, this man was so excited about it. but as usual, he kept his face with just a smile. other than that, heeseung was astonished by how beautiful and sweet you are both on camera and in real life. when he comes home, of course, he hangs up your signed album on the wall.

박종성 (pjy)

jay fell in love with you mainly for your music and talent but later on, he starts to love your beauty + personality as well. so a long time ago, he watched a video of you doing a cover of a beabadoobee song with a guitar and then thats when hes like 🫢. he was so in love with your voice, like he was hypnotized. and then unexpectedly months later, he gets told he's gonna do a cover with you. like bro is so flabbergasted from that news, he can't think straight. he would just be like 🧍��♂️for like a couple minutes after his manager told him. then when you guys start recording the live version, he messes up so badly at first take cause he was so nervous to be around you. you tell him that he's doing great which causes him to get butterflies on how sweet you were. then you guys finally get a good take!! after the whole recording, you exchange numbers with him.

심재윤 (sjy)

so first of all, you and jake are called to be like really "similar". both of you guys had a golden retriever type of personality, similar mbtis, and act quite similar. so obviously when you guys were called like twins or similar, thats when jake fell in love with you. when he saw a news article about this, he would like search you up and look more about you. like he would be like "hmm let me see if this girl is worth my personality". then he would fall in love. he loved your personality and your looks and everything about you, right away. as more and more articles rise about you and jake, hybe thought it would be a great idea to use that popularity as an advantage to put those 2 in a music bank interview together. when you guys are in the interview together, before the camera rolled you guys were just awkwardly looking around the room. and then eunchae and chaemin did their little intro and you + other member and jake + other member comes into the scene. after the whole interview, he would like kind of be forced by jungwon to say hi to you (which went a little too awkward). but then you said a sweet hi back which gave him the most biggest butterflies in his stomach. after that, he would be so proud on saying just 1 word to you. like he would have the most biggest smile in the car, replaying the scene.

박성훈(psh)

you were a famous ex-ice skater (like sunghoon). fun fact, sunghoon and you competed when you guys were ice skaters. so many fans shipped you two, calling you guys the ice prince and the ice princess. which like before you were even an idol, sunghoon admired you so much. he would love the way you skated and how pretty you were. he was really whipped for you. but after you two became idols, you guys met at music bank. the conversation would be a bit awkward even though he met you before + you guys were ex skaters together. but as the awkward person sunghoon was, he just was like talking a bit quietly (mainly cause he was nervous). after the small talk, you guys exchanged your numbers and became friends. a couple of weeks later, you guys go on a small cafe hang out. as expected fans caught this on camera and started a rumor that you guys were dating. but inside sunghoon was so happy. he was waiting for this day to happen. hybe didn't deny any rumors cause i mean they were friends technically not dating but hybe was like "im gonna ship them too cus their cute" so they said nothing. which sparked more rumors and now you and sunghoon are #1 trending on twt.

김선우 (ksn)

so his story is kind of different, he was your predebut stan. you came from a survival show too (under HYBE) so he watched your whole survival show cause he was bored. that's when he met you (watched on the show), and he was so impressed by your talent and skill. he would vote you personally on his phone like every single week. finally after you debuted, he was cheering. and let me tell you, this man is like #1 fan of your group. he knows every song + every single choreography + the whole fan chant. and then that's when you invited all HYBE groups to your group's upcoming concert in Seoul. so obviously, sunoo goes. and he has your lightstick already and he is screaming. of course some fans were impressed how well he knew the group and some fans saying he's probably a huge stan (which he is). then he would go permitted to go backstage where he meets you. you greet him and fun fact, your personalities unexpectedly match. you guys take a photo together. and then you post it on your insta, thanking him for coming. after that, you guys were practically best friends.

양정원 (yjw)

you were a MC at a music show, and jungwon had a big crush on you. he would be so nervous around you every time he had an interview at the music show that you were MC of. when you guys did challenges together, he would be even more nervous. not until he was invited to be a substitute MC partner with you at one of the music shows. he would be so honored, like he would not hesitate and say yes. when it's the day, he messes up one of the lines but as a professional, he hides it up. he just felt too tensed and nervous around his lohl. not to mention, your guys' chemistry is insane. a lot of fans after loved this MC and begged HYBE to keep it (which HYBE thought of). after the whole interviews and challenges, you guys exchange numbers and became friends.

西村力 (nsr)

known for your dancing, you were given the title "fourth gen dance queen," and ni-ki, also known for his dancing, was given the title "fourth gen dance prodigy". of course, as expected, the two were put together in a room to do a dance cover together. when you guys first met, you were so awkward. he would be like 😀 this the whole entire practice session. after that, you guys grew less and less awkward. that's when ni-ki starts realizing he likes you. he starts to admire you and when his hyungs are looking, he would watch your videos of dancing, singing, and rapping. he was truly in love with you when you guys recorded the dance cover. the way you guys teased eachother and talked was so cute. at the end, you guys were like best friends in love.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

ARE WE FALLING LIKE SNOW AT THE BEACH?

shouto tdrk x reader

how he’d act in a relationship

same premise as the kirishima, shinso, izuku, and touya ver.

inspired by snow on the beach

shouto todoroki, who didn’t think love had a significant place in his life. who obviously felt love, from his friends, his siblings, his mom- but never the kind of love that made his heart thump out of his chest. not until he met you, that is.

shouto todoroki, who can’t get the day he first met you out of his head. it was a few moons ago, yet it replays like an award winning movie in his mind. but could anyone blame him? time stopped when he saw you. like specks of lights dancing around him. he mistakenly thought that he simply was seeing stars, dazed from the presence of you. he can’t help but wonder all the times you’ve passed by unbeknownst to him, and why it took him this long to find you.

shouto todoroki, who’s life had been emotionally abusive. his dreams at night, his waking moments, his mind, his hands, and his scars never allow him to fully escape from the past. so it makes sense just why he was so enthralled with you. he genuinely thought your quirk was the ability to stop time, the way you took the demons of his past and hushed them, allowing shouto a few moments of blissful refuge. he doesn’t understand it, but he isn’t complaining.

shouto todoroki, who doesn’t understand why you want him. who thinks that the prospect of you ever returning his feelings is impossible. who thinks its crazy, insane, uncanny, unnatural, otherworldly and fucking beautiful when you tell him you love him. he knows a lot of things, fire and ice, pain and love, mothers and fathers, life and death, but his favourite is you and him. even if it made no sense to him.

shouto todoroki, who maybe isn’t the most conversational type at times. who tilts his head adorably when you tell him a joke that flies over his head. who barley uses the class group chat, or his siblings group chat that he adds you too. who tries for you, sending emoji’s or (quite random) gifs when words fail him. he’s trying, and you love him for it.

shouto todoroki, who knows more about emotions than he lets on. who is your comfort person. who asks if you want advice for just someone for listen. who holds you while you cry, kisses your forehead and rubs circles on your back. who sits with you, holding your hand while he explains his point of view on things. who is always on your side, always knows what to say, and is always there for you.

shouto todoroki, who doesn’t understand how handsome he is. who is aware of his reputation for being the most handsome guy of 1-A, yet is so dense its adorable. who didn’t really care about what we wore until he started dating you. who suddenly feels confident in his looks, never denying the pink that blooms on his cheeks when you compliment him. who just wants to look his best for you.

shouto todoroki, who is physically incapable of finding you unattractive. who will call you beautiful when you’ve just woken up with pimple patches. when you’re all sweaty from a workout. when you’re bruised from training too hard or sobbing over some dumb drama. who thinks you’re stunning when you’re you.

shouto todoroki, whose nicknames for you are beautiful, love, darling, gorgeous, or just your name.

shouto todoroki, who opens up to you. who tells you about his past, his father, his oldest brother… who expects you to turn away in disgust. who considers just hiding away all his traumas, afraid to lose what he has with you. who watches in absolute, starstruck awe when you love him anyway.

speaking of his past… shouto todoroki, who defends you with his life. who absolutely does not care what his father thinks of you. who speaks of you like you are the creator of the universe itself when his family asks about you. who assures the people around him of his love for you, that he’s found someone who makes him happy.

shouto todoroki, who is a gentlemen in a world of boys. who leans down when you’re talking to him so you can speak in his ear. who always drives no matter what. who pays for your everything before you can protest. who zips up your clothes, buttons up your jackets, holds your bags and sleeps on the outer end of the bed. who knows everything you deserve and stops at nothing to be that for you.

shouto todoroki, can’t even speak when he’s around you. he won’t dare to jinx it, and he’s scared of wishing it. who hopes that despite how foreign and strange love may feel, that you truly are the one. who prays that you’re what he deserves, and that he can he everything you deserve and more. who’s smile lights up like a contest when you text him. who can’t be dishonest about how hard and how beautiful he’s fallen for you. who wonders if this can be a real thing. can it?

shouto todoroki, who falls for you like snow on the beach. who knows its weird, and that it shouldn’t happen, and loves you more for it. who would fall for you again, and again, and again, simply because its you.

bakugou version next!

[ghostbsuter]

Batclan and Catband (part 1)

> next part

.・゜-: ✧ :-

"I can't believe this." Are the first words out of his mouth once he arrives at their usual breakfast spot.

Elle is still sleeping, head laying on his shoulder and dozing.

Selina, obviously amused, cradles her coffee cup instead of answering.

"Marrying behind my back!" Danny continues, stopping for a moment to give her a look. "Am I invited?"

"Kitten, of course you are." She laughs, making grabby hands to the toddler.

Grumbling, he hands the little star over, leaning back into his seat now with the weight gone.

His mother figure, now with toddler in arms, positively purrs at having her grandchild.

"You do realise you will have to meet your new siblings?"

"Shit. Does Bruce even know I exist??"

At the vague answer and shrug, Danny curses once more.

They have their breakfast in peace after, with lots of questioning and coos once Elle woke up. In the end, Danny leaves with a few phone numbers and a new goal.

He gets to give THE Bruce Wayne the shovel talk.

—

Unknown Number joined the Chat

Danny: hey

So

Who wants to twll the big ol' bat hes a grandpa now

Multiple people are typing. . .

Tim: Whomst the hell

Steph: what

WHAT

Danny: >;)

Tim: what does that mean

—

Anticipation rang high as dinner time rolled around

Bruce had no idea what was going on.

The confusion only grew when Alfred looked at him with a certain twinkle, the one where he knows of something.

In fact, he is only slightly baffled when his fiance strolls in with a teen in arms.

Of course he picked up the signs, the hints and vague wording. Selina wasn't very much hiding the toddler toys or the fact she had a room always closed, and when asked, gave the strangest words and explained nothing after.

At least he now meets one of two mysteries.

"Bruce Wayne," the teen says, grin forming. "I'm gonna give you the biggest and best shovel talk in the world."

It broke the ice and some of his kids arr cackling, definitely gleeful.

Damn, selina's kid is gonna fit right in.

[hrrtshape]

PLEASE do more storytimes of ur 15 days in ur dr 😩😩 like literally talk about anything, what food did you munch on, outfits, small details of your life that anyone else would find mundane but were so important to you... yap your soul away I BEG 🙏

✶ the basics of my shift to my better cr.

◞ when i shifted : september 3rd to september 18th.

◞ my time ratio : i went to sleep in my cr at about 1 in the morning (oh, quiet !!!) and woke up around 12 am. so i'm not really sure about the time ratio. it has always been 1 hour = 1 week, but i suppose it was different. time is fake. calendars are a conspiracy. moving on.

◞ where i shifted : new york. more specifically my room !! more specifically...... my mom's penthouse in fifth ave which looked absolutely the same as my pinterest board !?!?! uh I DID check google maps to find my house, only to find out that in this reality, it's a hotel ?!?!?! so. yea. kewl.

◞ backstory stuff : so, in my better cr i am basically me. everything is the same except that like everything's amplified. like i am me, but on dolby atmos surround sound with a slight film grain, ykykykykyk? my mom has a billion dollar worth foods-company (which primarily specialised in sugar-free and sometimes gluten-free stuff). she’s like if gwyneth paltrow actually had taste, and her whole brand is “eat like a decadent queen but without the sugar crash.” my dad, who is divorced from my mom, is somehow involved in auction houses & art dealing. not in a shady way, just in a “I inherited this Monet and I suppose I should do something with it” way. he’s always at Sotheby’s, slightly overwhelmed, always one step away from getting scammed. his great-great-grandma was like...a duchess in russia, and then fled during the russian revolution. so...that's that. i live with my older brother, who is very much a VERY GOOD (and i mean very, very, very good) tech bro who parties way too much and my mom. my younger brother lives with my dad in the west village. the custody arrangement was quite literally dictated by vibe.

◞ some of my friends : as always, i scripted in lily rose depp (she isn't an actress, though). our moms were really good friends, and that's how we met. when i shifted, i did gain some memories (!!!! and they were all so kewt) that we shared. i think my favourite one was when we were 12 and walking around galeries lafayette and just trying on heels. in chanel. and dior. heels that cost more than a small car. we were 4’10 and wobbling around, but we swore we were women of the world.

oh, and the most unhinged friend situation?? blair waldorf and serena van der foocking woodsen. YEP. so my better cr WAS inspired by gossip girl, but obviously i didn't want to be stalked n all, so i didn't even bother scripting them in, but my brain did it anyways. SO. yea. i even went to blair's slumber party (but like earlier, not during this shift). it was absolutely perfect. silk sleep masks. monogrammed pajamas. a slight air of menace, because blair is blair. i respect it.

◞ about loml, coryo : soooo, i didn't get to talk to him much :( cause we were at the rivals stage of our whole....saga. but, like, flirty rivals. the type where he would look at me in class like he was plotting my downfall, and i would look back like i was considering letting him. a classic. we didn’t do much !!! sadly !!!! although he DIDDDDD put his arm around me once !!!! when i was walking to classsss.sss/s/s//!??!?!?!?!?? so. YEA. hehehehehehhehe. ALSO. watched him play basketball......which was..........definitely not an out of body experience.

more important things !!!!

◞ food : okay. very important. let’s talk snacks. the cafes in my better cr are like little jewel boxes, and they make the best hazelnut croissants known to mankind. flaky. golden. would cause riots if taken away. also, i drank so many iced matchas i swear my bloodstream was 50% soy milk. my favourite meal was this ridiculous dinner at le bernardin where my mom and i ordered like four courses and just gossiped the whole time. opulence and secrecy, baby.

talking about my mom !!! on day 7 ish we went to louis vuitton for no absolute reason, and i experienced euphoria when we walked out there with new LV handbags. no special occasion, no nothing !!! (i start rioting cause i want to be back in my dr)

◞ outfits : what i wore daily was basically........MMMM. my closet was so massive. so so so so massive. and everything, and i mean EVERYTHING from my pinterest board was there. YEA, YEA!!! cashmere cardigans, tiny skirts, knee-high socks, vintage designer. most of my weekend nights were just me changing outfits. cause. AAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!

◞ small details : the smell of my apartment in the morning was always coffee and expensive candles. i had a balcony, which is insane considering it’s new york, but we move. i spent most evenings perched there with a book, looking over the city like some sort of melancholic heiress.

◞ school : st. lazarus international college (i am gonna introduce this one because i swear there has never been a kewler sckewl). yeah. the most competitive, the most exclusive, the most "if you don't know someone, you simply won't get in" school in new york. my mom basically donated a library to make sure i never had to worry about a waitlist. the building looks like an old château got plucked from the french countryside and dropped onto the upper east side, except it has a state-of-the-art technology lab and a rooftop garden where people pretend to study. the halls ARE buzzing. the classrooms ARE ivy-league rigorous. the drama IS constant. the uniform IS exquisite. crisp white button-downs, navy skirts, custom blazers with embroidered crests, knee-high socks, and a distinct air of inherited wealth.

◞ classes : philosophy was my favorite. not because i actually cared about the syllabus, but because the professor was clearly going through something existential, and it was just funny to poke at his worldview with hypotheticals that made him question reality. history was a battlefield, literally, because coryo and i sat across from each other. french? easy. literature? divine. mathematics? completely unnecessary to my future, but tolerable because my notes were meticulously colour-coded.

◞ social scene : so you already know about my girl lily-rose, but there were so many more. the usual suspects: the impossibly rich, the impossibly gorgeous, and the impossibly charming. social hierarchy wasn't rigid, but it was understood. there were the future ceos, the legacy kids, the ones who summered in capri, the ones whose last names could buy small countries. my niche was effortlessly magnetic. somewhere between the literati and the scandal-makers, sipping matcha lattes while discussing nietzsche, only to abandon the conversation halfway through to plan a party. the sheer drama of it all. the only thing that mattered was that i was KEWL.

◞ parties : iconic. thrown in penthouses, brownstones, luxury hotel suites when someone’s parents were away. they started with sophisticated cocktail hours and always descended into beautifully controlled chaos. champagne in crystal coupes, whispered conversations on private terraces, someone always ending the night dramatically (usually not me, but i did have my moment.......we'll get to that later). i attended two, excluding day 12-13 when i went to athens with my friend to celebrate her birthday (it was.....very fun. believe me).

◞ moments that i'll never forget : buying my first designer bag (chloé tote), gave coryo a nosebleed (i talked about that already but you know......so...wow moment), discussed halloween with my friend group (and then shifted right before it UGH), overheard a woman complaining about the declining quality of caviar. felt like i was in a tv show. rich people are SO weird. i felt like i was in crazy rich asians.

◞ books i read during my shift (literature is important!!!) : bonjour tristesse andddddd started reading ulysses.

◞ random things that made my shift feel real : the specific way my balcony doors creaked when i opened them. the sound of a coffee being stirred at my favorite café. a pinch i gave my forearm everyday i woke up there !?!?!?

that’s the shift report, lovies. let me know what else you wanna hear, cause trust me, i could talk for hours. cause i remember EVERYTHING. not every second, but, like, every hour at least. mwah xxxxxxx and thank god for self made this method that helped me do this like yip yip hooray !?!?

[sunderwight]

Solo Leveling moshang AU where Mobei Jun is the S rank hunter who unlocks teleporting and is technically a mage class (ice, shadows) but then surprises his opponents by whipping out extreme speed and strength skills from seemingly nowhere whenever the situation calls for it. Or if he gets bored. Either way.

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua is a B rank support type who saved Mobei's life 1 time on a raid that went wrong and has been saddled somehow working for the guy ever since. Like it's not as if Mobei doesn't have the credentials to start his own guild, obviously, but since he has zero actual interest in running an organization and just makes Shang Qinghua do it for him, why didn't he just join one of the other guilds? Shouldn't that have the same effect??? Now Shang Qinghua's basically stuck running the entire guild himself, managing jobs, bidding on dungeons and gates, recruiting teams, etc. He's so busy he hasn't even had time to go into a dungeon himself in years!

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

What would the joestars (part 1-9) reactions to their darling (gender neutral) skirt getting lifted/flinged up by a kid?

( I got inspired from that one scene from frieren where a boy lifts up her skirt...and i personally wanna see the yandere joestars reactions lol.)

https://youtu.be/gd8kDrA9bi8?si=7UVFjAViup42cxZw

There’s the resounding thought of “is it wrong to beat up a child?” going through the Joestar’s heads.

Yandere! Jonathan Joestar

He’s fast enough to pick up whatever kid did this to his poor darling. No amount of smacking and thrashing will make him let go until they apologize, and Jonathan is pretty upset and makes it clear never to do it again. He appears to almost be a very stern parent talking to them, but there’s just a little bit of an intimidating aura behind it that it scares the kid off. Not to mention his large muscular stature helps fend them off as well.

He’ll probably walk you home after and make sure the kid doesn’t try jumping you (He knows how petty an angered person can be sometimes).

Yandere! Joseph Joestar

He can play petty, and he’s not going to let some snot nosed brat just upskirt his darling like that. (that’s a view he’s only allowed to have) The kid doesn’t get far at all, and probably even trips with whatever hamon trick Joseph decides to play off. He flicks the kids nose, maybe even pinches it.

“Cheeky little….you think you’re clever, but you’re not getting far with me, go home already”

He’s absolutely petty enough to give the kid a shaken up soda, and have it explode all over him later, (and maybe pants him, himself at some point). He’ll deny it later when you bring it up

Yandere! Jotaro Kujo

Under normal circumstances he’d be pissed, but being obsessive puts that anger through the roof. Star Platinum grabs the kid by the collar, and pulls them backwards. His stare is cold as ice, there’s zero patience in his voice as he also trips the kid with his stand by the feet. “How about you run home before something that you don’t like happens punk” is about the most restrained Jotaro can be at this point. He’s definitely tempted to punt the brat into the sun

The kid likely has a bloody nose, freaks out and books it out of there in a blink of an eye terrified. Alternatively there’s a chance Jotaro catches the kid early with a little use of his time stop, and smacks the kid in the back of the head with his hand. (Nothing concussion worthy) but it still sends the perpetrator packing.

Yandere! Josuke Higashikata (P4)

It irritates him almost instantly as insulting his hair, he’s on a similar level as Joseph when it comes to these things and the kid is going to have something not quite looking right after the use of Crazy Diamond. Who knows how the kid ended up in a fountain later, it totally wasn’t him! There might be a few other embarrassing stints and the kid eventually never walks your or his way ever again.

Yandere! Giorno Giovanna

His reaction would be interesting here, there’s a weird mix of calmness and pettiness wrapped into one. Firstly the blonde likely manages to pickpocket the kid right off the cuff. Tells the kid he forgot something while waving a wallet or a small amount of money around. Giorno has an obviously fake smile on his face, talks to the kid for a moment or two out of your earshot, perhaps you see an ear pinch out of your peripheral vision.

Though a scream erupts shortly after and the kid is running off slapping insects off themselves.

Yandere! Jolyne Kujo

She’s not the type to take stupid crap like upskirting happening to you (much like her father). The kid almost instantly gets caught by stone free, tripping him up. “What do you think you’re doing kid?” She’ll be asking them if they think their age is a get out of jail free card for acting like a brat. Jolyne will absolutely clever enough to make it look like she’s a sibling of this kid while giving him a taste of their own medicine.

Since they likely cant see stone free, the kid keeps tripping over and over. She might keep him still enough for a few birds to come over and do their business. Maybe hold their mouth open a bit, and suggests not telling anyone about this unless they want their parents to know them as the town pervert.

Yandere! Johnny Joestar

He’d pretend to almost not even notice this kids antics, but the kid quickly gets tripped up by spin. If there is any objects around they would just happen to trip into them. “Not sure what you’re trying to pull there, but it’s not a smart idea to pull that stunt to someone I like” Johnny tells them bluntly. This kid probably ends up “falling” again in mud or another unsavory mix from horses. He just gives the kid a cold stare and gestures them to leave for their own safety.

Yandere! Josuke Higashikata (Gappy) Part 8

There’s some soft humming as he goes to stop the kid who decided to upskirt you. There’s a dark look in his eyes as he grips the kid’s wrist firmly. He makes it clear he’s upset, and likely embarrasses the kid by messing with their hair, making it an obnoxiously ugly style or generally dumping something on them. With the bonus of the kid walking into a pole before rushing off, ( all of that may or may have not had to do with Soft & Wet)

Yandere! Jodio Joestar

There’s really no going back when you mess with his darling. Anything he does to this kid, he doesn’t regret in the slightest. “Want to see my sense of humor?” He’ll probably ask almost mockingly. He asks how’s the weather to kid, and casually uses November Rain on them. If he has food or a drink he doesn’t hesitate to dump it on the kid either. “I don’t think I want a sorry honestly….seems too…insincere for what you did” he shrugs.

[skeletonmob]

Worldbuilding Survey 1

A quick worldbuilding poll for my fantasy world, Ouranos. I'm trying to gauge what the distribution of magic is and what the average mage uses. Obviously, I could just make something up, but I think it'd be better if I had some actual data to work with.

Please comment and reblog!

The rest of my art

[jkbabiey]

a lot more

Pairing: fwb!jkxreader(f)

Genre: fluf; smut; slight angst; college!AU: fwb2lovers!AU

Warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader (they try to switch it up but it’s just not in them), athlete!jk, medstudent!reader, rough sex, praise kink, spit kink, slight overstimulation, worried kook, anxiety :(

Jungkook knew, when you texted him a 'come over' at 11:56PM on a Sunday, that college was kicking your ass. It was finals period so the real question was who's ass wasn't being kicked, but he knew it took a lot for you to admit your ass was being kicked, yet you did text him a straight-up invite to fuck - instead of calling him and beating around the bush to see who'd cave first like you always did.

Obviously, being Jeon Jungkook, he didn't even think of complaining or refusing your invite but you both knew there would be a snarky little teasing remark about your urgency to be with him. He had thought of a million ways to tease you on the way to your dorm. Still, as soon as you opened the door to your room all of the witticisms that had come to his mind throughout the ride vanished, leaving him with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, while his eyes analyzed your freshly washed hair, your deep dark circles, and your chapped lips. You didn't greet him, opting to just turn around, walk to the kitchen to get a bottle of cold water, and leave him to close the door on his way in.

Jungkook found this - not being greeted with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, like always - weird, to say the least. Among every single soul he had gotten to know in his two years as a college student, you had to be the kindest, sweetest, and warmest person he had ever met, which contrasted a lot with the rest of the people he knew. Most people in college, at least in the environment he was in being an athlete and belonging to a frat, got a little consumed by the freedom of being in college and away from parents and further responsibilities, and most often than not got a little presumptuous and a tiny bit too extroverted, surrendering to bad habits.

You weren't like that tho. You were still in your first year of college and hadn't experienced the tumultuous life of college parties and alcohol because (1) you didn't exactly get along with the popular people that got invited to parties and (2) even if you did get invited to parties, you didn't really like them - too many people and way too loud music. Jungkook had met you in the coffee shop you worked in. It was near college and had the best iced coffee ever. You were a pretty girl and had a cute smile so you immediately caught his attention but he didn't even try to get your number because you just emanated that quirky nerdy energy to you and that was exactly what he wasn't looking for in a girl. Basically you were far from anything close to his type. Actually, he wasn't even looking for a girl - his life was busy already and the last thing he needed was another distraction.

Still, there was no denying you when a month of stolen glances and shy smiles passed and you handed Jungkook his cup of iced coffee with your number written under his name on the name tag. He remembers panicking and not taking any advances toward you the week after you gave him your number. He didn't even go to get coffee through that week. You genuinely thought you had scarred the man away. But after he saw you in a denim skirt and a black crop top walking through uni, he couldn't help but send you a little text.

Since then you two had been casually hanging out - which was a way of saying you had been having casual sex, with absolutely no strings attached and no expectations from either side. Jungkook did consider you a friend and he thought your playful banter and fun conversations meant you also saw him as a close friend. And you two had gotten closer than a lot of Jungkook's other friends because, in his eyes, you were without a doubt the most genuine person he had ever met and you always brought a feeling of freshness with you whenever you two got together. He liked you.

He came inside your room to see what seemed like anatomy sketches and notes sprawled everywhere on your bedroom floor. "Is everything ok?" he asked once you came into your room with your water bottle. "Yeah, I've just been having a hard time focusing and decided to take a break and go take a cold shower," you said, your voice sweet as ever. You set the water bottle on top of your wooded desk and walked towards him in your tank top and tight pajama shorts. "Thought you could help me focus a little better too," you whispered, enveloping his neck with both your arms. His hands were automatically placed on your hips while his head reached down to gently kiss you on the lips.

You guided him to seat on the edge of your bed while still kissing him and straddled his lap with your legs on each side of his hips, feeling his big hands groping the flesh of your thighs. You griped the thin dark hairs on the bottom of his head and pulled them a little, smiling against Jungkook's lips when he gasped against you at the little pull.

Jungkook wasn't exactly convinced that everything was okay and that you were just having trouble focusing. He knew you struggled with anxiety and could get a little too lost in your studies, even forgetting to take care of yourself.

You felt Jungkook's hand land on your right arm to pull you back a little "W-wait y/n, is everything okay? Have you eaten today?" he asked, watching your brows furrow and your legs starting to get off of his lap. You stood up, the annoyance was obvious on your expression and Jungkook had never even seen an ounce of that on you.

"Why do you care?" you asked, angry but still wearing the same quiet and sweet as honey tone of voice. "Listen, I really have to study. I called you here for a reason but if you're not in the mood, you should go. I have things to do and I don't want to waste my tim-"

"Ok, ok," Jungkook muttered seeing as your face started getting red and your behavior became more and more erratic and restless. "Come back here," he reached for your hand, pulling you into him once again and forcing you to sit back on his lap. And you did, looking down at your hands while Jungkook placed his hands on your hips and stayed quiet, just looking at you with a soft look in his eyes.

"I'm fine, I just need to relieve some tension," you quietly explained, fidgeting with your fingers like a little kid on Jungkook's lap.

"I get it," he whispered as his lips started puckering little kisses all the way from your cheek to the skin of your neck. You rested your arms on his shoulders, pulling him closer and letting him suckle on your neck. "I'll make you feel good."

In a second his hands were under your tank top, fondling your braless chest while you rolled your hips down into his, moaning into his hair as you felt his hardening length poking your leg. You reached down his back grabbed his sweatshirt and tugged it up to try and get it on your floor. Sensing your struggle with his clothes, Jungkook maneuvered to free himself of his sweatshirt and rid you of your tank top too. Almost automatically Jungkook's mouth was on your right nipple, his tongue massaging it and teasing you with little bites, while his hand fondled your other breast. You tilted your head back in pleasure, letting out breathy moans of Jungkook's name to which he buckled his hips up.

Soon both your sleeping shorts and his jeans were next to the rest of your clothing and Jungkook's fingers were cupping your heat. "God, you're so wet," Jungkook whimpered feeling the wetness already sipping through your panties, immediately pulling them to the side and running two of his fingers through your slit. “Bet you spent the whole day thinking of my cock, haven’t you?”

You nodded and hissed at the feeling of Jungkook inserting two of his fingers inside you abruptly, and pumping them in and out in a fast motion, not even giving you the time to adjust. Everything about Jungkook was big - his height, his cock, his fingers. Two of his fingers were thicker that three of yours, which was all you could handle when you played with yourself, but whenever you and Jungkook got together you knew you needed the preparation.

"I need you," you whined and he chuckled, husky and teasing, with his plump lips just beside your ear. You reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to reveal his hard shaft, that hit his abdomen. So close to you you could feel its heat. You humped your hips against his thighs, trying to get some friction after he removed his fingers from your pussy, and heard Jungkook groan, feeling the urgency in your hasty movements, watching the desire in your eyes, and earing the neediness in your high-pitched moans.

“You think you can take me already?” he asked, half serious, half teasing, and you nodded quickly, watching the smug grin on Jungkook’s face grow.

You always got so lost whenever Jungkook was near. His presence alone was intoxicating. He was able to overpower the habitual struggle of always reaching for something, always aiming to be someone. He allowed you to be whoever you were. He allowed you to be no one if that's what you wanted - he always managed to make you feel hyperaware of every single sensation that sparked through your body and that was enough. With Jungkook, you could fall apart. He'd be the death of you and you'd let him.

He reached down, grabbing your hips and lifting you a little so his dick would align with your entrance. He let you fall suddenly so his entire length would penetrate you and you hissed, shutting your eyes closed at the sudden intrusion. No matter how many times you two did this, you'd never get used to Jungkook's size. He reached his hand in between your sweaty bodies and quickly found your clit, rubbing quick circles against the hard nub.

"C'mon baby, move," he groaned before thrusting his hips up harshly. You cried out and he moved forward to envelop your waist in his arms, pressing light feathery kisses against your temple. "Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my dick."

You settled your knees on the space next to his hips, on each side, finding support to move on top of him, and placed your tiny hands on Jungkook's strong shoulders. You moved your body all the way up slowly until only his tip was inside of you. And then started moving back down at the same slow pace, defeatedly crying out at the size of him. "That's it, slow and steady baby," his voice guttural as his lips ghosted on yours, barely touching.

You repeated the motion, starting to fasten your pace when the burn of his size subsided and all that was left was the pleasure of feeling completely full of his cock. "You fill me up so good, Kook,” you whimpered and heard the deep groan Jungkook left out. He was losing patience. Jungkook wasn't a patient man and you knew that the pace at which you could comfortably ride him wasn't the pace he could reach when he was in control. Jungkook was an animalistic lover, going fucking feral whenever he got to be inside your pussy. You could see the self-control in his expression, the clenched jaw, shut eyes, and furrowed brows said it all for you.

It didn't take long until his self-control went out the window. All it took was a loud cry of his name out your mouth when you rolled your hips in a certain way so that your clit would rub against his pelvis. He thrust his hips up roughly, his abs clenching and let out a high-pitched whimper at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He then planted his feet firmly against the floor of your bedroom and leaned back, laying himself down on the matters and bringing your forwards with him. He placed both his hands on your ass cheeks, grabbing them hard and spreading them to start to fuck up into you, setting the pace that he wanted, rough and fast. You leaned forward, clinging to every single portion of skin you could touch, screaming out moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, love this pussy so much, always so warm and tight," he groaned into your hair and grabbed your waist so he could lay you down on the mattress, now on your back. He settled between your legs, grabbing your thighs and opening them as wide as they could possibly go, aligning himself with your hole, and going back to fucking you mercilessly. His eyes fluttered and the drag of your velvety walls against the sensitive skin of his dick, and his lips brushing against yours.

Jungkook groaned at the sound of your wet pussy sucking his cock in, reaching his hand up to roughly grab your face, forcefully pressing his fingers against your jaw. Your teary eyes locked with his lustful ones just for him to messily press an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. You couldn't keep up with his pace. You never could and you loved it that way. You loved just how messy he always made you. You loved how he used your body like you were a lifeless fuck doll, with little to no care about how you felt. You loved it just the way he did it. You loved to be fucked hard and fast.

Jungkook got on his knees, grabbing both your legs to support them on his shoulders, chasing his own pleasure. He reached so deep inside of you in the new position you felt your eyes roll back. His eyes opened and he took your fucked out figure in - teary eyes, heavy breaths, plump red lips wet with drool, wild messy hair, sweaty shiny skin, his dick poking your tummy every time he went in deep. You're so tiny compared to him, sometimes he wonders how you could take his huge cock like you always do.

"You're perfect, so fucking beautiful," he whispered reaching forward to bring his lips to yours. He pressed a messy kiss to your lips, his hips still pistoning against yours. "Such a pretty, pretty girl," he whined against your lips before pressing another kiss to them, this one softer and lighter. You brought your hands up his back, scratching him in the process and he let out a breathy moan, whiny and needy.

"Fuck Kook, I'm almost there," you cried out and Jungkook reached between your bodies to rub your clit. Gasps and moans flew out your mouth as he fastened his pace.

"Come for me, princess," and you do, going over the edge quickly after you feel his fingers pinching your clit, your pussy squelching every time he bottoms out while his fingers continued circling your sensitive nub. You feel his pace slowing down and his cock throbs from the feeling of your pussy tightening around his dick. He pulled back to watch the point where your bodies connected, the way his shiny cock went all the way in and out until only his tip was left, and then back to the warmth of your pussy, and the way your juices coated the whole length of his dick and pooled on your ass too to the point where your sheets were soaked.

Jungkook grabbed your hips, lifting them slightly and going back to the furious pace he'd set earlier, chasing an orgasm of his own, not caring at all about how overstimulated you were. You gasped and clenched the sheets under you in your fists, biting your bottom lip.

"Open your mouth," Jungkook groaned, leaning forward closer to your face. You did as told and soon after he spit in your mouth,, a bit of drool hitting your cheek instead of your mouth and he instantly feels your walls tightening once again around his cock. You instantly swallow it and he's caught off guard when you gather the spit on your cheek onto your finger and suck it clean. "Such a fucking slut," he moaned and felt his cock throb inside you. His brain was heady with lust and he could think of nothing except for your pussy. He couldn't control the volume of his moans when you reached down to rub your clit, warning him of a second orgasm. He loses it, rutting into you like a desperate beast until ribbons of white cum are spewing out of his dick and stuffing you full. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge once again and you're gasping and crying out along with him, as the tightening of your walls prolongs his high.

Jungkook fell heavy on top of you and your hands were quickly directed to his dark locks of hair, now partially drenched in sweat. You felt his heavy breaths against the skin of your neck and his panting chest against yours.

"Was I too rough?" he asked after a few minutes of just laying there and recomposing his breathing paces.

"No, it was just what I needed," you answered and he chuckled, pressing a quick peck against your neck, tickling you.

"Can I stay the night? Don't feel like driving back home," he asked, finally getting off you to lay on his back, next to you instead.

"I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonight," you answered nuzzling your face against Jungkook's chest. "You can sleep here though, no problem."

"What do you mean you're not gonna sleep tonight?" he asked, his voice sounding a lot more worried already. "Don't you have class tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but I have an exam on friday and I couldn't study properly the whole day, so I'll study now."

"Y/n, you need to rest. You spent the whole weekend studying. You're coming to sleep with me now," he argued, standing up from your bed and trying to grab your hand to take you to take a bath.

"Kook, I already said I have to study. You're not entitled to just tell me what to do. I already decided I will spend the night studying and you can't tell me not to!" you snapped and Jungkook raised his hands in defeat. He moved and started to grab his clothes and get dressed, while you sat up on your bed. "What are you doing?"

"Going home. If you already decided you're gonna spend the night studying like a fucking maniac I might as well go sleep in my own bed," he grumbled and you just watched him getting dressed, trying to figure out if this was your fault or if he was being an actual asshole for not respecting your schedules.

"Are you seriously getting mad at me because I need to study?"

"I'm not mad y/n," he sighed. "I just think that you can't take care of yourself for shit. I'm sure all you've eaten since Friday was a fucking apple and two protein bars and you're probably running on two hours of sleep. And now I try to help and you lash out at me?" he expresses his anger in the calmest way possible and his eyes don't express anything other than worrisome. "I'm going home, now. Do whatever you want," he said, coming closer to you, that were still seating down on your bed, and leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. He was angry but he wouldn’t just leave without a kiss because that would just give you something else to overthink about. He always kissed your forehead on his way out.

He was driving towards his house but you still persisted in his mind. Had you slept at all throughout the whole weekend? And what exactly had you eaten in the last two days? Also, tomorrow was Monday and your first class was at 9AM from what he remembered from the timetable you had stuck on your bedroom door. So how were you planning on not sleeping?

He doesn't remember making any rational decision to stop in front of a convenience store to buy two boxes of instant chicken noodles and a pack of tea bags. He didn't exactly think it through. It was just a random thought that popped out and he just did it, like it was second nature to take care of you.

Suddenly, he was back at your door, knocking on the door, to find you already washed up, and brushing your teeth. "Wha- are yo-doin- here?" you asked, words muffled from the toothbrush in your mouth.

"I brought noodles because you actually have to eat something and you're having a cup of tea after to calm your nerves, so you can come to bed with me. Does that sound good?"

"Kook-"

"I don't even care, you have no choice. You are going to sleep tonight. I'm not letting you fuck up your body and your health over an exam," he interrupted you, already angry and the furrowed brows were back to tell you that he wasn't taking no for an answer anytime soon. And then he turned his back to you, walking towards your tiny kitchen to start cooking the noodles, apparently still angry.

You finished brushing your teeth and then walked up to Jungkook, a huge smile on your face that he didn't see because his broad back was turned to you. You enveloped his waist with your arms.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you whispered and he turned back to you, picking you up to take you in his arms as if you were a total baby as your legs circled his torso.

"Well, someone has to," he answered with a teasing smile on his lips, and you quickly leaned forward to kiss it away. "Now, you're staying up here. I don't know to which extent you won't just faint from how long you haven't eaten if I put you down."

Eventually, he did let you down and you two finished cooking together. After you ate together in comfortable silence he made you tea, which you drank in the warmth of your bed and then you laid down as he wrapped your body in his arms.

"Oh I forgot to tell you," you exclaimed from the space between Jungkook's shoulder and neck, where your face was nuzzled. "You're a great stress relief, I'll start calling you every time I'm having a nervous breakdown," you laughed and Jungkook's arms got tighter around you.

"You know you can, right? Call me if you are having a nervous breakdown, I mean," he whispered against your hair.

When you and Jungkook started hanging out, it wasn’t suposed to unvolve any kind of commitment. You were studying medicine and he was an athlete. You both had busy lives and a relationship was the last thing you needed. Everyone needed good sex from time to time tho, so that’s what you agreed on.

But you meant a lot more that just sex to Jungkook. And Jungkook’s meant a lot more than sex to you.

“I will, from now on.” you whispered, looking him in the eye and sending him a gentle smile.

It was in the way Jungkook’s arms were the most comfortable place you could think of even if you thought of your own home. There was no other place you’d rather be, when you’re in his arms. Nothing felt more like home than his arms. And it’s in the way the smell of your hair and the tone of your voice lifted the weight Jungkook was used to carry on his shoulders throughout the whole week. He could relax completely around you. He knew that when he was with you there was no pressure. You accepted him just the way he was. It’s in the way you loved when Jungkook’s eyes shone brighter when he talked about his passions or in the way he loved to take you to new restaurants because he couldn’t get enough of you childishly humming and dancing to random songs when you tasted food you liked.

It was in the way you just laid down that night and stared at each other for minutes on end, not saying a word. And in the way he moved his hand to run his fingers through your hair. And in the way you roamed your eyes throught his face, just to end up kissing his lips gently. And in the way you just closed your eyes, going to sleep with your arms around each other.

It all meant a lot more, and you both knew it.

[sykestarot]

what attracts people to you?

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Hi guys I'm back for this weeks reading! Thanks so much for all the love on the other post it really means a lot! I hope these messages resonate as well. Thanks for stopping by yet again! :)

Pile 1

"Just wondering when you said I'm beautiful, was I being lied to?"

(2 of swords (rx); ace of cups; 5 of swords; 4 of swords (rx); queen of pentacles; 2 of cups (rx)) I’m feeling for you pile one that you don’t believe that you’re attractive at all, energetically or physically. Like people would always prefer someone else other than you. Quite literally how the song title is opposite, you believe people are only attracted to the types of people who are opposite of you. Which is so obviously not true because so many people are attracted to you. I don’t know if you think more people value stability over spontaneity. But your cards imply that you are a free spirit and people love that about you. Not only are you a free spirit but you also are hard working. You aren’t one of those people that says they're a free spirit as an excuse to do nothing. I’m feeling that you carry this abundant energy of like “I want it, I got it”. And people just want to stay in that energy. You also have a resilience that people see and it makes them admire you but also want to learn from you. Your energy is truly so beautiful. I see that you might have long hair with beautiful waves to it. Perhaps you’re tan or have a darker complexion. You’re the type of person who loves doing hikes and smelling the fresh air outside. I also see beaches and a boho style to you. Lots of whites and vibrant blues as well. Perhaps you’re Greek or some type of southern European. I see that you also have doe eyes and people find them to be mesmerizing. As well as your smile. I don't know why you don’t think you’re attractive because the vibes I'm getting are that you’re a stunner!! I hope one day you can learn to appreciate the qualities in yourself that others see!  Signs : Athens, Greece, kitties, pasta, the smell of pine orange and vanilla, woven hats, big sunglasses, kites, hang gliders?, laughs, melted ice cream, strawberry scents, lip gloss, glitter, flamingos, Sagittarius

Pile 2

"She's got a halo around her finger around you" (The world; 5 of swords (rx); the high priestess; knight of pentacles (rx); 9 of wands (rx); the hierophant) Pile two you are my pile that knows people are attracted to you and use it to your advantage. Which is so real of you but also so slay. And this is not to say that you use your beauty to gain things in a negative way. It’s more like you know the cards that you were dealt and you’d be damned if you didn't use them. I feel like this is my Scorpio pile. Something about you is mysterious and that entices people to want to get to know you better. I feel like you are like a real life siren. The way you speak or the tone of your voice ensares people and draws them right to you. You also have a fated energy or destiny really plays a role in your life. To the point where people want to be in your life because they think they might be able to get some of whatever you have. You might also be witchy and cast spells or work with guides to make things go your way in life. You co create with spirit for sure. I feel like you guys have a contrasting appearance, like pale skin dark hair, or darker skin and lighter hair. I feel like your eyes are piercing like they are hunting prey and people love feeling like they are hunted by you. I see you being very chiseled whether that’s in the body or the face. You have a striking appearance for sure. The kind that people do double takes on the street. You might get a lot of losers who want to talk to you because your energy and appearance are so intoxicating. I also feel like you’re overall just very bold. Perhaps Aries as well? I also feel like anything said in this reading you already know about yourself lol. Signs : Osprey; Seahawks (football); Megan Fox; vampires; red lisp; metal; silver; motorcycles; the twilight saga?; Jennifer’s Body; clubbing; latex; Washington State; black hair; blue eyes

Pile 3

"I know she's gonna break my heart"

(8 of cups; 7 of wands (rx); page of pentacles; the moon; the hanged man (rx); the lovers) You, my pile three, are the heartbreaker, soul stealer, sad girl pile. People are attracted to you because people want to fix you, not necessarily that you need to be fixed to be honest. It’s more in the sense that you don’t care about them more than you care about yourself. It’s like they want to teach how to love or be the one that changes you. Which to me is so funny because it’s not that you don’t know how to love it’s that you don’t love them lmfao. You don’t entertain many suitors or people in general and so when you do give people your energy it’s special. However with how selective you are it makes people want to know more about your inner world. But you come off so nonchalant that people want to get a reaction out of you. You have the potential to feed people’s hero/savior complex if you actually like them back. I also feel like your sense of style is alternative or goth and that’s also what brings people to you. I’m getting retired emo’s or lil peep/suicide boy fans. Perhaps your taste in music also attracts people. I feel like you’re social media and the way you present yourself really gets people wanting to know you more. You’re very mysterious but I'm getting in more of an Aquarius or Pisces way. I feel like you like having dramatic makeup on or you have a very out there style. I keep seeing, like cyber goth or emo. I’m not super well versed in those genres of style so I hope you get it lol. Maybe you have lip rings or eyebrow piercings. Anyways you’re very unique and that’s what attracts people to you. I also feel like you’re always doing cool and new stuff and people are attracted to you because you’re a trendsetter in a lot of ways. Maybe you have a following on a social media platform? Idk I feel like people watch you via the internet. Signs: anime; jjk; tik tok; silver metals; lip biting; rilakuma; pastel pinks; black; stripes; oversized sweaters; skirts and thigh highs; leg warmers; big chunky shoes; platform boots; johnny guilbert?; music holds importance here

[blueberri-blu]

Hi Blue! It’s me again coming at you with another request!

This time around, I want it to be a ROTTMNT Leo x Reader. It takes place at the end of season two (and before the movie) and it has Leo trying to confess his love to the reader. He’s bad at it, but god bless him he’s trying his best.

And use writing prompt 1 in it. Thank you and have a nice day!

Hiiiii! Of course!,

Losing It ෆ๑

[rise] Leo x gn!reader

Prompt # 1: "I didn't think you were the type to lose your head over a s/o" "Neither did I"

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"Hey y/n!" "Yea Leo?" "How much does a Polar Bear weigh?" "Probably like 200lbs or more, but how much?" "Ugh, you're such a nerd" "gee thanks Leon" "aanyway, no, they weigh just enough to break the ice" "hm?" "Hi, I'm Leo, and you're cute" *wink* "oh! Haha, good one Leo!"

Leo internally groaned

No matter how many pick up lines he used, you just wouldn't get the hint

I mean, sure, he flirted with everyone, but come on! You were the only one he flirted with while blushing, didn't you notice the tremble in his voice? His Shakey hands? Nothing?

Ugh, he really didn't want to have to be direct with you...

He was already a blushing mess just shooting pick up lines your way

How would he be if he was vulnerable in front of you, expressing his feelings... He'd only embarrass himself!

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A couple of hours later and after dinner

Donnie sat on the couch with Mikey, Raph was picking up dishes, and you and Leo were sat on the floor

You were "watching" the end credits of a Jupiter Jim movie

And by watching, I mean Donnie was on his phone, you were trying to finish your pizza, and Mikey and Leo were whispering about something

>> "why don't you talk to them!! They obviously believe you do this to everyone!!" "Well, Yea, but how am I even supposed to tell them? Oh, hey, I'm a giant ninja mutant turtle man, you wanna go out with me ?!" "They already know you're a mutant!, they obviously don't care" "alright, Mikey-" "this is Dr. Delicate Touch, telling you to suck it the fuck up and tell them! No one can stand your constant cheesy pick up lines anymore!!" ":c"<<

As you finished your pizza, all you saw was this:

You quirked an eyebrow at Leo, and he just looked away, pretending to find something interesting on the empty wall

Recently, he had been avoiding you... Except for the uptake in cheesy pick up lines

Originally you thought he was upset with you but then...

You started connecting the dots, and, stupidly, came to the conclusion that Leo liked someone

It explained his avoidance, and the cheesy pick up lines? Well he was obviously practicing for the person he liked

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You and Leo had this strange dynamic for about a month before you finally couldn't take it.

It was around 1 am, but you just couldn't stand your constant overthinking of the situation.

So, you decided to march down to the lair, and corner Leo into talking

Thankfully, Leo was only with Mikey on the skate ramp

However, Mikey fled the scene once he saw you marching towards Leo with a face of determination and possibly nerves but that's not the point

Leo was confused, but then looked at you and immediately started sweating bullets

You seemed... Upset to say the least, and the way your eyes were locked on his form, it was he's fault

He started stuttering out apologies, for what? He didn't know, but you being mad at him was the last thing he wanted

It was only when you yelled "WHO ARE THEY" with tears in your eyes was he very confused

"wha- who??" "Your... Whoever is you like!" "What are you talking about haha- I don't like anybody!"

You thought he was nervous before, oh honey, he was now pale and confused

Were you really this upset at knowing he likes you???

"you know! You've been practicing your pick up lines on me! You aren't spending time with me anymore! The constant whisper telling with your brothers, followed by you blushing from your ears to your neck!"

And it clicked

You didn't know

You were upset... That he liked someone else!

"uhm... Uh... Y/n, look, I.. uh"

You were full on crying now

"I uh.. I don't like... Someone else"

"what do you mean!"

"I... I mean that I... I... Uhm"

"has anyone called god?"

"...what?"

"because he's missing an angel... Uh... You... Hehe”

He was so red, and through your blurred vision you could see he was shaking..

"are... Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"uhm.. I mean.. uh.. do you, do you wanna be my, my s/o? Maybe? If not thatstotallyoktheresnopressure"

"Leo... I... Of Course!"

It was the tightest hug you had ever given and recieved

He was twirling you around, happy tears falling down both of your cheeks .

Once you were both calmed down, you thought to yourself and then said

"I didn't think you were the type to lose your head over a s/o"

"Neither did I, mi amor, neither did I"

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[bambisnc]

             [ UNTITLED, track #6. ] ♡

. . to figure why this plays out again and again

### . STARRING ⌢ n.kz ⋆ angst + 0.6k // uneditted + mentions of a bf + friend!zuha is possessive asf ˖ ✧

🗨️ .. ⌞ XOXO ⌝ 1/5 btw + [m.list]

honestly, to nakamura kazuha, it’s him who’s always been the problem. 

your boyfriend.

who just so happens to be the current reason behind you showing up outside her place, hair sticking to the sides of your flushed face, eyes swollen and eyeliner smudged. 

looking like the prettiest mess she’s ever seen.

but this is nothing new. really, it’s almost a routine at this point; she never even asks questions. years of being your best friend have taught her otherwise. 

kazuha leads you straight to her bathroom, warm water readied with a fragrant bath bomb she knows you find comforting. a pair of her own, slightly oversized clothes wait for you inside too. and she doesn’t even have to check to know that her freezer is stocked with your favorite ice cream.

...

as she waits for you, she can’t help but let her thoughts wander. 

obviously, this isn’t one of those reverse isekai mangas you’re always ranting to her about. she knows that.

(kazuha doesn’t think she even wants that, to be fair. for some stranger to inhibit your body and try to woo her. anyone with your physical appearance could possibly make her defenses weaken, she’d mused another random evening.

but she wouldn’t fall for them. she’d be too busy being yours to ever even think about falling for anyone new, of course.)

... but this is real life. 

and in real life, it’s not as simple. 

as if it could ever be.

she hates it. hates the oh so obvious heart eyes you give to your newest fling, hates the way you devote yourself completely to them. it makes her physically grimace the way you excitedly spend your time making them cute little gifts, getting all prettied up for a random loser who she knows could never treat you as good as she could.

none of them ever really last, though. she makes sure of that.

you're hers, after all. plus the type of guys you seem to have a penchant for all seem to have one thing in common - fragile egos. you're so obviously out of their league that one single, casual mention of you being a tad bit more interested in some other guy and they go running.

worse come to worst, she'd just approach you with a worried tone and hesitant gestures and tell you how your boyfriend was acting .. really weird towards her. and you, the innocent soul that you are, fall hook line and sinker for her words every single time. a little white lie never hurt anyone, though, yeah?

...

her thoughts are interrupted when you walk to where she'd been sitting and sit right next to her. naturally, your darling friend waits no time in wrapping you up in her embrace, shushing when you start to feebly mumble out some words of gratitude.

kazuha hates to see you like this, she wants nothing more than to be able to whisk you far away from the cause behind this. she would do anything for you, get you your own personal fairytale if you just so much as said the word.

but you fixedly remain ever so oblivious to her feelings.

so she’ll do what is asked of her. she'll play the role of the supportive friend for as long as you need. she’ll be there to comfort you; press you closer into her, completely uncaring of the way your rapidly falling tears drench her shoulder. 

she knows she's perfect for you, she just needs to stick it out long enough for you to see it too.

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

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[cakesunflower]

lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 7

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family’s restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn’t see coming–one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn’t sure they’ll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

It was only supposed to be dinner, and Isla had every intention of sticking to that when she agreed to a date with Rafe. But even after a heavy meal, Isla discovered that Rafe has as big of a sweet tooth as she does, which is how they ended up in the kitchen making an ice cream sundae—to share—before bringing it to eat outside. Except instead of returning to their table, they sit on the edge of the pool, bare feet dangling into the inviting water as the boat-shaped dish sits between them.

And Isla, God, she’s having fun.

The conversation with Rafe never falls flat or tapers off into awkward silence. The two of them talk constantly, flowing from one topic to the next seamlessly as they eat the sundae. Isla kicks her feet back and forth lightly in the pool, the view of her yellow painted toenails distorted under the lapping water as she scoops up some more ice cream, drenched in chocolate syrup, and asks, “So you like the campus?”

Rafe nods, the gentle breeze dancing through his hair. They are talking about college, since Rafe is a year ahead of her, and already done with his first year at the same university Isla is starting at in the fall. “Yeah, it’s nice,” he nods, looking down as he scoops some ice cream as well. “There are some great spots to hang out, and some hole-in-the-wall type of places to grab food between classes.”

“Hole-in-the-wall?” Isla repeats with a raised eyebrow and teasing smile. “Didn’t really picture you as someone who’d like those kinds of places.”

As soon as the words are out, Isla feels a stab of guilt for obviously judging him blatantly, but Rafe doesn’t look the least bit insulted by her comment. Instead, he lets out a laugh around the spoon in his mouth, the light in his eyes dancing. “Hey, no one was more surprised than me,” he admits. “But I very quickly learned that those places have the best food.”

Isla laughs, nodding. “Fair enough. What’s your favorite one?”

“Sutton’s Drug Store,” Rafe answers immediately. Her eyebrows flick up, grinning at the lack of hesitation on his part. “They’ve got the best burgers I’ve ever had. It’s also pretty popular with the college students but, yeah, if you like burgers and sandwiches, I highly suggest going there.”

“Maybe you can show me.” She shocks them both by saying this, her smile turning a little shy when Rafe’s slightly surprised eyes meet hers. “Since you’re so familiar with the place.”

“You sure you wanna be seen with me?”

He doesn’t sound accusatory or upset about it, just simply curious, but it makes her chest tighten all the same. Truthfully, the thought of her friends seeing her with Rafe is a little daunting, mostly because Isla knows how they can be. Especially because it’s Rafe, of all people. The history between them is too deep and not all that pleasant for her friends to readily accept. . . Whatever it is that’s happening between her and Rafe.

Licking her lips and tasting the ice cream, Isla drops her gaze to the dish between them, scooping up some melting ice cream onto her spoon as she tells him quietly, “Maybe we take it one step at a time?”

“Hey.” Isla lifts her gaze and bites the inside of her cheek at the softened look in his eyes as he gazes at her, the light of the pool dancing in his blue eyes, somehow making them lighter. “You run the show here, Isla. Whatever you’re most comfortable with, I’m game. I just—�� He hesitates and Isla is endeared by the flash of uncertainty as he gazes down at her, reminding her that she’s not the only one that’s probably nervous about this. About them and this whole situation they have found themselves in. “I just wanna see you again.”

Her heart thumps wildly, warmth unfurling in her chest. “You do?”

“Yeah,” he nods, the corner of his mouth curving upwards. “I’d say this was a successful first date, wouldn’t you?”

She did have fun tonight—more than she thought she would. Rafe went through the effort of making their dinner, and he and Isla chatted and laughed together in ways she hadn’t seen coming. As the night went on, Isla felt more and more comfortable in his presence, for once putting the whole Pogues versus Kooks ideals out of her mind and just letting herself enjoy the moment.

Rafe is funny and knows how to carry a conversation, and it’s never one-sided; with every question she asks of him, he returns them to her, looking genuinely interested in wanting to get to know her more. The fact of the matter is, Isla had a lot of fun tonight, and she wouldn’t mind doing this again with him.

“I would,” she answers with a nod and slow growing grin, one that he mirrors and knocks the air out of her lungs. The way he looks at her dries her throat, a hundred thoughts running behind those blue eyes, all of which Isla wants to know desperately. With a breathless chuckle, she raises the spoon and quips, “You’re quite the charmer, Rafe Cameron,” before popping the spoon in her mouth for her last bit of ice cream, legs gently kicking in the water.

She lets it sit in her mouth for a moment, grinning around it as Rafe lets out a laugh. “As long as it gets me a second date,” he muses, which makes her cheeks flush.

Isla giggles; it’s light and a little breathless, but it’s a giggle nonetheless, and when was the last time a guy made her laugh like that? Ducking her head and feeling a little overwhelmed, she puts her spoon down and clears her throat. “It’s getting late, I should head home.”

“Yeah, okay,” Rafe says coolly, and Isla avoids his gaze because then he’d be able to make out the pink in her cheeks as she pulls her feet out of the water and stands up. When she goes to pick up the ice cream dish, Rafe says, “Leave it, I’ll take care of it.”

She hums in acknowledgement and slips her sandals back on, grabbing her purse. She can sense Rafe following after her as they walk back into the house and cross over to the front door. Isla bites her lip when Rafe reaches around her and opens the door, and Isla finally turns to face him, her eyes meeting his pretty blue. “This was fun,” she tells him honestly with a smile. “I. . . We should do it again,” she adds with a new warmth pooling in her cheeks.

Rafe smiles, an excited flash of his eyes accompanying the relief that seems to relax his shoulders. His gaze dips, then, to her mouth, and just when Isla begins to think something is going to happen, he says, “You’ve got a little—”

He gestures to the corner of his own mouth, and the warmth in Isla’s face intensifies with an embarrassed heat when she realizes she’s got something on her face. “Oh, God,” she groans, using the back of her hand to wipe at the corner of her mouth. When she glances at her hand, she doesn’t see anything, but asks Rafe anyway, “Did I get it?”

Amusement dances in his eyes, which somehow manages to lessen her embarrassment. “No,” he says, a smile playing on his lips as his hand lifts. Rafe blinks, pausing, and Isla’s gaze flickers from his hand back to him as he clears his throat and asks, “Uh, can I?”

Isla freezes for a moment, pulse quickening. Despite her surprise, she finds herself nodding, Rafe’s gaze locked with hers and not straying for a second, even as his hand reaches out. The air hitches in her throat when she feels his fingers gently grasp the underside of her left jaw, the briefest of touches eliciting sparks of electricity to shoot throughout the rest of her  body and threatening to knock her off her feet. The band of his signet ring is cool against her skin. She notes, in that moment, his blue eyes darkening a bit when his thumb gently rubs the skin next to her lips, not quite at the corner of them but close enough.

It’s oddly, stunningly, intimate. Isla doesn’t even dare to breathe as she peers up at him, his height easily overtaking hers and it shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. His touch is warm, electrifying, and she isn’t quite sure if she’s imagining the space between them lessening while the tension stirs and grows thicker with every passing second. 

So slowly, Rafe lowers his hand, her skin already missing the contact, but the lack of space between them remains the same. Isla knows she should go, turn and walk to her car and that will be the end of the date. Yet she still lingers, still hopes a little, maybe. She wonders if he will close the distance, if she will be brave enough to do it herself, and realizes that she really wants Rafe to kiss her. A thrill of anticipation runs through Isla, goosebumps pickling her skin with a thunderous pulse thrumming through her.

She picks up the split second where his gaze dips to her mouth, hope and excitement rising—only for it all to shatter when the shrill ring of a phone cuts through the air.

Isla immediately steps back, heart leaping into her throat and cheeks warming as Rafe’s jaw tightens in annoyance. Disappointment sits heavily on Isla’s chest as Rafe digs his phone out of the pockets of his pants and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, it’s my dad.”

“No, it’s okay,” Isla rushes, her words slurring together in a hurry as she takes a backwards step out of the house. Rafe’s gaze meets her and Isla tries hard not to notice the longing in his eyes—for her, for the moment they lost. She knows it’s reflected in her own eyes, too, as she flashes him a quick smile. “I should head out, anyway. I’ll, um, see you later.” She steps into the night, the phone still ringing in Rafe’s hand as he watches her, and her smile softens. Despite the disappointment of the lack of kiss, Isla tells him, “Thank you for tonight. It was. . .” She trails off, cheeks pinkening, and she sees Rafe ease a bit at her sudden shyness. “It was wonderful.”

The heat in her face grows, wanting to cringe at her breathless choice of words, but Rafe grins, triumph and a boyish kind of giddiness brightening his features. “Thank you for coming. I—” He glances at his phone before asking her, “Let me know when you get home?”

Isla bites her lower lip, smiling with a nod. “I will. Goodnight, Rafe.”

He leans against the doorway. He still hasn’t answered the call. “Goodnight, Isla.”

When she walks to her car, she can feel Rafe’s gaze on her back, and she’s surprised by the fact that she has to resist the urge to turn back around and kiss him. He stays in the doorway, phone to his ear now, and watches her get into her car, and she grins to herself when she realizes that he doesn’t shut the front door until she’s all the way backed out of his driveway.

On her drive home, Isla blasts the air conditioner to cool her heated skin down, music playing through the speakers and the bass of the song amplifying the thumping of her heart. She drives home in a daze, mostly, as she replays the entire night in her mind once again. The smiles they shared, the conversations that seemed never ending. She’s surprised to find out that she and Rafe have a lot in common; their love for reading—even if it’s different genres—music taste, a healthy fear of snakes, both preferring Nutella over peanut butter. . .

It goes on and on, the things they both like and dislike, and with each revelation, Isla felt like she was discovering a whole new Rafe Cameron that she didn’t know existed before. And she likes him. A lot. 

Isla huffs out a quiet laugh, entering her room and shutting the door behind her. She collapses on her bed, staring at the ceiling for three seconds before grabbing a pillow and presses it to her face, before letting out the loudest muffled squeal she can.

*****

“Hey, did you leave the restaurant yet?” Kie asks when Isla answers her phone call.

“Walking out right now,” she says, walking down the path towards the parking lot, hiking up her tote bag that’s stuffed with her work clothes. She had changed into her bathing suit, crop top and shorts in the bathroom before clocking out of her shift. “Why?”

“Can you pick JJ up from work?” Kie asks. “He caught a ride this morning from one of his neighbors, I think. Something about his bike not starting.”

“Are you already at John B’s?” Isla asks as she unlocks her car.

Kie blows out a breath. “Yeah, I didn’t know he’d need a ride or I would’ve waited before leaving.”

Isla grins as she starts the car. “Aw, you’re such a nice girlfriend.”

“Shut up,” her sister hisses, making Isla burst into laughter. She loves teasing Kie, especially when it comes to her feelings for JJ. It’s Isla’s duty as her sister, really, to tease and tease until Kiara and JJ do themselves a favor and get together. “I’ll see you later.”

The drive to the country club is only ten minutes, and as Isla is pulling into the parking lot, she passes by two parked motorcycles—one of which is very familiar. Her pulse quickens when she recognizes Rafe’s bike, tongue pressing to her cheek as she parks her car a few spaces down. She sits in the car for a few seconds, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she debates her next decision, staring out of the windshield and right at the white building ahead.

“Fuck it,” Isla mutters to herself with a skipping heart beat, killing the engine and jumping out of her car.

The afternoon sun is warm but not too harsh, perfect for a boat and swimming day, which is why Isla is here to pick up JJ. She and the Pogues are taking out the HMS Pogue around the water, and Isla is itching to jump into the cool water. But right now, she crosses the parking lot and heads inside the club, shivering slightly under the cool blast of the air conditioner once she steps through the door.

There’s a muted hum of chatter as she walks down the wide hall, heading towards the outdoor patio area of the restaurant and bar that she knows JJ is working. As Isla walks, her gaze casually wanders, trying—hoping—to catch a glimpse of the guy she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about since their date two days ago.

It hasn’t been radio silent since then between them, either. They had been messaging on Instagram, just random conversations that never felt forced, until Isla finally sent him her phone number, and then they went from private messaging to texts. Funnily enough, it felt like a step forward in the right direction, bringing a new sense of excitement in this new development.

When she steps out onto the patio, shooting a friendly smile to Ariana, the hostess, Isla’s gaze travels around in search of JJ—but it too easily snags on another blonde boy sitting at a table towards the railing that overlooks the water. Isla takes in a quiet breath at the sight of Rafe, sitting at a square table with Topper and Kelce sitting opposite of him, but her attention is solely on him. 

Sunglasses cover those blue eyes, the breeze making the longer strands of his hair framing his temples dance gently. He’s in a simple black and gray striped shirt and black pants, leaning back in his chair like he doesn’t have a care in the world as he talks with his friends. Before, Isla had the same mindset as her friends, where when she’d see Rafe, she only saw an air of arrogance around him in the way he carried himself. As though he thinks he is above everyone else, which is easy to believe given that he’s a part of the richest family in the Outer Banks—possibly in all of North Carolina.

But maybe Isla was wrong to think that. Maybe it’s his confidence and charm that is often misconstrued as arrogance. The conversations Isla has had with him so far don’t particularly give her the vibe that he’s the arrogant asshole her friends believe him to be. 

Isla wants to dive headfirst into the idea that she had just misunderstood him, but despite their fun date and her desire to kiss him, touch him, she still hesitates. What if it’s a facade? What if he’s just pretending?

Then again, what does he get out of that? What does he get out of pretending to like her and want to be with her? Some kind of prank to humiliate her? Could he be that cruel and callous?

She’s not sure. Her stomach knots up, the feeling far too unpleasant. And it’s that moment when Rafe’s head turns just so, and despite him wearing sunglasses, her body tingles with sudden awareness, and she knows that he’s looking right at her. Isla swears the corner of his mouth lifts in a smile, her skin warming in immediate response as she bites back a foolish smile, though her lips still tug upwards of their own accord. It’s like the two of them are sharing a secret from either side of the patio, one that is just theirs to keep.

Just then, movement catches her eyes, and her gaze slides from Rafe to JJ cleaning up a table a few away from Rafe’s, and when her friend’s head lifts, the smile is immediately wiped off of Isla’s face. All thoughts slip from Isla’s mind, stomach dropping when she notes the black eye that JJ is sporting. “JJ,” she breathes out, hurrying around the tables to approach him. He senses her, eyes meeting hers, and she sees the way his lips purse when he takes in the worried look widening her eyes. “JJ, what happened?” Isla asks once she gets to him.

Her first concern is if her friend is okay and, selfishly, her second concern is hoping that Rafe isn’t the one who hurt JJ. Her friends and Rafe have gotten into quite a few physical fights over the years, and Isla knows it’s self-centered to hope that Rafe wasn’t the one who gave JJ that black eye. She also knows that she isn’t really giving Rafe the benefit of the doubt by even connecting him to JJ’s injury, especially after their date. But her worry has her jumping to the worst case scenario as JJ sighs, gripping the rectangular bucket he’s loading the dirty dishes into.

“I’m fine, Isla,” he assures her, a hint of resignation leaking into his voice. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” she repeats, eyes wide as she tries to keep her voice low. The patio isn’t too busy, but there are still some guests around, and for JJ’s sake, Isla doesn’t want to create a scene at his place of work. But his left eye has a purpling ring around it, the skin under the eye slightly swollen as pinkish-red discoloration taints his temple by the eye. More quietly yet no less intensely, she demands, “What the hell happened?”

Isla braces herself for his answer, tongue pressing to the back of her teeth as she watches him intently. She sees JJ struggle to answer, the muscle in his jaw jumping repetitively as the conflict wars in his bright blue eyes. The one that’s bruised is slightly bloodshot and the sight of it has Isla’s chest tightening painfully, her concern drying her throat out. JJ is her best friend—she’s probably closer with him than the rest—and seeing him in this state is like a punch to the gut.

And maybe he sees that there’s no easing her worry by just dismissing the topic, so he lets out another breath, gaze cutting away from hers as he tells her, “My dad happened.”

Isla’s eyebrows furrow together, eyes still wide as bewilderment has her shaking her head. “Wait, your dad? I thought he was in jail?” Hadn’t Kie said he’d be locked up for six months?

A sardonic smile tugs at JJ’s mouth, just barely hinting at a dimple. “There was a riot, he used it to his advantage and escaped.” Isla’s eyes widen even more, if possible, as disbelief and fear for JJ stiffens her muscles. 

“And the first place he went to was your house?” Isla asks. “Weren’t the cops looking for him?”

“They were too busy getting shit under control,” JJ says, picking up a glass from the table and putting it in the bin he’s holding, the glasses clinking together. “But he left after. . . After,” he shrugs. “Don’t know where he went, but didn’t leave without a parting gift.”

Isla shakes her head, her eyes looking over him. “Jesus, JJ,” she whispers. She hates that he has to deal with this, that he has to have a dad as shitty as Luke Maybank. All that guy does is waste money he doesn’t have, get drunk, and beat on JJ. There's a damn good reason JJ is never home, and has a semi-permanent room at John B’s place.

Her hand reaches out, fingers gently grasping his chin and turning his head. He lets her, as this is nothing new between them, and she lets out a heavy breath. “Does it hurt? Did you ice it?”

“Yeah, I did,” he mutters, a hand grasping her wrist and putting her hand down. “Stop fussing. I’m fine.”

She shoots him a flat look. “Do the others know?” When he stays stubbornly silent, Isla shakes her head again. “You know they’re gonna wanna know.”

“I don’t need them worryin’ about this shit,” JJ says with a roll of his eyes. With a one shouldered shrug, he says, “I’ll just say one of those shitheads did it. They’ll believe it and leave it alone.”

He nods towards  his left and Isla doesn’t even have to look over to know who he gestured to. But she does, anyway, and her gaze lands on Rafe. He still has his sunglasses on, but Isla feels that same prickle of awareness that tells her he is watching her—and has been, probably for the entire length of her conversation with JJ. Rafe’s lips are in a thin line and Isla has been around Rafe long enough throughout the years to know that he doesn’t look happy behind those sunglasses.

But she can’t focus on that right now, not when JJ’s words ring in her head. There’s an urge to come to Rafe’s defense, not wanting JJ to stir the pot when things have been relatively peaceful between her friends and Rafe. Isla’s stomach tightens, getting the dreaded sense of being a traitor—the only problem is, she’s not sure who she’s betraying with the conflicting feelings that are bubbling up inside of her. She knows Rafe couldn’t have heard her and JJ’s conversation, yet guilt still threatens to bloom.

“Come on, JJ,” she says, half laughing and half huffing in exasperation. “You don’t think news about Luke is gonna spread and they won’t find out? They’ll connect the dots and you know it.” She arches an eyebrow when JJ presses his lips together. “Just tell them.”

He’s silent for a few seconds and Isla tries to prepare another argument in case he doesn’t want to listen to her. But then JJ surprises her by exhaling heavily and saying defeatedly, “No secrets among Pogues, right?”

Isla feels beyond hypocritical as she forces a smile at JJ’s words. “Yeah, exactly,” she agrees with a nod, nervously hiking the strap of her bag higher up on her shoulder. Swallowing through the discomfort tightening her throat, she says, “Come on. The others are waiting at the Chateau.”

JJ nods. “Let me drop this off at the kitchen and change.” He walks around her but doesn’t leave before asking, “Why’d you walk in? You could’ve texted me.”

“Um,” Isla says, eyes widening because he’s behind her now as she scrambles her brain for an excuse. “My mom thought she forgot her Apple watch in her locker,” she lies, turning to shoot JJ a smile. “I went to check but no dice.”

He clicks his tongue. “Bummer. Alright, I’ll be back in ten,” he says before heading inside.

Isla watches him go, chewing on her bottom lip as he disappears inside. Once he’s gone, her shoulders slump, fingers running through her hair as she shuts her eyes and blows out a breath. She hadn’t realized how tense her body got throughout her conversation with JJ—particularly when he had brought up Rafe. It’s not lost on Isla how quickly she jumped in to defend Rafe without JJ knowing about it, even if Isla had wrongfully assumed and dreaded that Rafe had been the one to give JJ a black eye.

“Everything okay?”

Isla jumps at the sound of Rafe’s voice, as if she conjured him from her thoughts, spinning to face him. “Whoa,” he says, chuckling slightly as he takes a step back. He raises his eyebrows, though Isla sees the concern in his eyes. “You okay?”

Isla glances behind him, seeing Topper and Kelce watching them from their table. Isla’s not sure if she likes that, but she looks back at Rafe, and something inside of her softens at the worry in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, all good,” she reassures with a nod. “Just, uh, worried about JJ.”

“Yeah,” Rafe says, his gaze flickering over her head in the direction JJ had gone. “That looked like a nasty black eye.”

Isla nods, lips rolling into her mouth as she hums. “Mhm.” Her gaze drops, looking down at her sneaker clad feet, a little too pointedly avoiding Rafe’s gaze. 

She grips the strap of her bag tightly, feeling the weight of Rafe’s eyes on her, silent until he starts, “Wait. . .” Isla reluctantly lifts her gaze and sees Rafe frowning, a calculating look churning in his blue eyes that has her pulse quickening. He once again glances over her head before looking back at her and asks, “Did you think I did that to him?”

Isla’s eyes widen, stunned that he seems to have figured out her shameful thoughts so easily. She wants to laugh it off and dismiss it, but the air knocks out of her lungs when she sees a confused frown on his face turn into one of hurt, pulling back from her, and that subtle act has her stomach knotting up in total discomfort. 

Her expression is answer enough to Rafe’s question, and she watches as his lips curve up and a sardonic laugh escapes him, hand coming up to cover his mouth, gaze darting away. The hurt is obvious in the sound of his empty laugh, and it in turns makes Isla hurt, knowing that she’s the reason for it. “Come on, Isla,” Rafe mutters, huffing out a breath.

“I’m sorry, I—” she hastily speaks, voice a whisper. “Can you blame me? It’s not like this hasn’t happened in the past—”

“Yeah, in the past,” he cuts her off, his own voice low but sharp. She presses her lips together at the way he looks at her, eyebrows pulled together but not quite a glare. Just disappointment and hurt that he’s struggling to hide, and Isla’s throat bobs, already regretting her words. “After this weekend, do you really think I’d turn around and do that to him? I haven’t gotten into it with your friends in a while, Isla. Are you serious?”

Isla takes in a sharp breath, pulse quickening as she tries to de-escalate this situation as it gets away from her. She wants to tell him that she talked JJ out of blaming Rafe anyway for the black eye, but the words don’t come out—not in the face of the look he’s giving her. When she can’t come up with anything to say that could possibly make this better, Rafe shakes his head.

“Alright,” is all he says, gaze cutting away from her as he turns and walks back to his table, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he goes.

She watches him go, a lump in her throat borne of guilt, ignoring the curious and confused looks from Topper and Kelce. Isla hesitates, wanting to smooth things over with Rafe right away because, honestly, her skin prickles with the idea of making him upset. A month ago, Isla wouldn’t have cared, not really. But right now, it worsens the knots in her stomach, overwhelmed with the urge to talk to him and smooth things over, except JJ suddenly calls her name, and she tears her gaze away from Rafe, who returns to his seat, and looks over at JJ waiting for her. Isla takes a step towards him, but her gaze slides back to Rafe, who is pointedly ignoring her. She lets out a heavy sigh, knowing this is her own doing, yet still lamenting how she went from thinking about their date to this.

[insomniactic-daydream]

Magma- Bakugo x Reader

Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader (Pt.2)

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Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader

Summary: After taking on the responsibility of fixing Bakugo gauntlets, Y/n Todoroki now has to deal with Bakugo nosy ass questions and remarks.

For Background Info: This is before any major events like the usj or sports festival. I don't think anybody know about Shoto's fire quirk til then. Correct me if I'm wrong but idk

Also for story purposes Y/n has black hair and as well as the infamous blue todoroki eyes.

"So your quirk is Nitroglycerin? Are you constantly sweating, or can you control the output? " Y/n questions Bakugo as they are seated away from their classmates at lunch. Bakugo agitated from so many questions. Why couldn't you just fix his shit.

"Tch. Yes, and I can control it, you idiot. But sometimes, the stupid weather makes it harder to produce sweat." He says, grumbling eating his food.

Y/n nods as she writes down a few words in her notebook.

"Do you know what kind of metal was used to make your gauntlets?" Y/n asks.

"HAH? HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW!? You're the damn epxert you tell me!" Bakugo yells but is lost through the volume of the cafeteria. Gauntlets are now thrown out to you on the table.

"Jeez, relax. You'd think you would be more cooperative if you wanted them done quickly." Y/n sighs as she examines the shatter gauntlets.

"I'm tired of your damn questions. Maybe you should've gotten your brother's quirk and become a hero. That way, you'd talk less and actually do more!" Bakugo yell. His words were almost comical to you. Assuming you didn't have an impressive quick cause you're a support student.

Y/n not looking away from gauntlets. "You're totally right, but then I'd still have to deal with you constant yelling. At least I don't have to deal with you longer than I have to." She says as she grabs her notebook again.

" WHY YOU LITTLE-"

"It's the metal." Y/n cuts him off nonchalantly. As if she's dealt with his yelps for a millennia. Surprisingly, stopping Bakugo. After all, he's a man of knowledge. The more he knows about his gauntlets, the less he has to deal with coming to you to fix them.

"Continue Nerd." He says with gritted teeth

"The metal they used, although used for most fire type and explosive quirks, isn't compatible with your quirk chemicals. That's why they broke the second you used too much of your sweat." She says taking a bite of her food out of accomplishment.

"So what then huh?! How are you going to fix it."

"Well, obviously need new material which is good considering this metal is known to be heavier than most. Not that you'd noticed cause you're a 'so strong' hero student." Y/n says sarcastically. Bakugo glares at her, but before he can chew her out she speaks again.

"I can look into a different material to make entirely new gauntlets, but that's going to take a while to make. The best I can do for you right now is fix these for training, but you can't blast another nuclear bomb at someone again." She finishes as she fiddles with her pencil

"That shit sound it's going to take ages!?" He says angrily out of the thought of not receiving new gear for the next few months at least.

"Well, luckily, a lava quirk and ice quirk do pretty well with speeding the progress of mending metal then, huh?" Y/n says with a smirk.

"Relax. If I'm getting a grade for this, then I'll make sure you're first priority." Y/n says with a wave of a hand before taking another spoonful of food.

"You have a fucking lava quirk?" Bakugo asks. Although he isn't much as a nerd as his childhood rival he can't help but be curious.

"Yup. It was my grandmother's quirk before the quirk de-evolved into flames." Y/n says

"What a waste. You can easily be better than your brother's ice quirk." Bakugo states almost if he's complimenting you. That sure is a first, but again, Bakugo can't ignore potential people who can be better heroes than him.

"I'm flattered but I don't really care for heroics. I help the world by helping you all. It's more humble that most of the show boat heroes today." She grumbles out.

"So you think you're dad is some show boat?" Bakugo pushes almost trying to gain information (more like drama) on the number 2 hero. Y/n, catching his trick, glares at him.

Bakugo catches a glimpse of red streaks of lava, appearing in your hair. He smirks as he realizes he has striked a nerve.

"I never said that." She says annoyedly. As if she was going to open up about her family dynamic to him.

"Easy there, magma, or your hair is gonna blow a gasket." He says with his signature smirk. His red eyes meeting Y/n piercing blue glare.

His word hit Y/n as fast as her hair turns back. "Shut up," Y/n mutters. She then touches her hair out of habit

This surprisingly lets out a chuckle from the blonde. "Tch. At least I'm not the one who is a walking volcano. Do you always have to cool that shit down?" He asks, earning an eye roll from Y/n.

"Not that's it's any of your business, but yes." She mumbles.

"Hah. I bet you struggle using product on that rat's nest you call hair." Bakugo jokingly lies.

He thinks your hair is fine. Flawless even. Not one out of place hair. But he won't admit that to you. If anything, he's curious to see how long it would take him to see you're hair completely turned into lava. Red suited you.

However, you didn't take that remark lightly and threw a piece of his broken gauntlets at him. Causing him to snap back to reality and hold his head in pain (and also anger obvi)

"As if I'd listen to you, pomeranian!"

(Next Part 3) ->

What can I say, I love a good harmless enemies to lovers trope. 🤷‍♀️