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formulaonecrumbs · 13 hours ago

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ok, so this is my first time requesting ever so... if you could write something about younger brother lando (around 8 yo) being made fun of at school and older sisster reader comforting him (i'm talking about your older sister au ) if you don't write it it's completely fine just wanna say i really love you wrok 💗

you’re too cool for them

Lando Norris x older sister!reader

summary: lando comes home upset after being made fun of at school. reader finds him and comforts him in the way only an older sister can.

warnings: bullying mention, protective older sister energy

A/N: AHHH im glad i could be ur first request ever :) hope it lives up to wiat u expected. thank u sm, baby. i was going to make this much longer but i’ve been writing for like 4 maybe 5 hours straight WHOOPS. again thank u for the request, happy reading and i love u ❤️

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home film #11 (out of a gazillion)- found in a cardboard box labelled ‘memories’

(recorded: norris family home, bristol)

timestamp: 3:03 pm 11-15-2007

the clip starts mid-focus, camera pointed at the hallway, picking up footsteps—quick ones, heavy ones—and then the slam of the front door. lando rushes in, head down, backpack nearly falling off his shoulders. it’s raining outside, his socks are slightly damp, and he doesn’t even say hi.

the camera shakes as someone picks it up—adam’s voice murmurs something about “what’s got into him?” before the screen cuts to the living room.

you’re already there, curled up on the couch with a snack and a book, still in your school uniform. you barely look up until lando stomps through, dropping his bag with a thud.

“lando?” you ask.

he doesn’t answer. he just mumbles something under his breath and disappears into the hallway.

cut.

the next shot is more still. you’re holding the camcorder now, awkwardly pointing it at yourself like you’re not sure if you’re allowed to use it. the angle shifts wildly before settling just outside your bedroom.

you knock once, gently. “hey.”

no response.

“i know you’re in there.”

a sniffle.

your voice much softer now, “bean? can i come in?”

a beat. then, a quiet little “yeah.”

the video cuts again, and when it comes back, you’ve set the camera on your desk. it’s angled slightly crooked, catching you and lando sitting on your bed. he’s curled up, knees to his chest, eyes red and puffy.

“they said my teeth are weird.. that the gap is ugly,” he says quietly. “and that my voice is squeaky. and that i’m too short.”

you blink, something in your face hardening—not at him, but at the thought of whoever said it (murder is wrong murdering is wrong murder is wrong murder is wrong). “that’s stupid.”

lando shrugs, trying to act like he doesn’t care. “it’s true though.”

you shake your head. “your voice is fine. everyone’s voice is squeaky at eight. and your teeth are just your baby teeth. they’re perfect as is, sweet like dads. and being short doesn’t matter.”

“easy for you to say.”

you nudge his knee gently. “hey. i get picked on too sometimes. for different stuff. people are mean when they’re bored.”

lando doesn’t reply. just looks down again, and you reach over, pulling his hoodie hood up over his head.

“you’re cool,” you say firmly. “you’re funny, and you’re smart. you’re literally my favorite person.”

he peeks up at you.

“really?”

“yes, really. don’t tell the others.” you smile. “now do you want me to punch them or what?”

lando giggles for the first time.

“maybe.”

you wrap an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a sideways hug. “just ignore them, alright? or tell me. i’ll handle it.”

he leans into you, sniffling again, but this time a little softer.

the video fades out just as you toss him one of your stuffed animals and say, “you’re cooler than all of them. trust me.”

fade to black.

THE END :>

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lowkeyerror · 2 days ago

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My Wife, My Everything

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Notes: Requested, established relationship, Rio in the coven, fluff, wedding

Summary: It's been over 300 years it might be time to put a ring on it.

An: 🫣 hey... how yall doing? It's nearly 3 months since my last post, it's also 3am. The inspiration came and died and then i got scared to go the app 🫣 idk if I'm back, but hey

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It just made sense. That’s what you told yourself when you decided to propose to Agatha. She hadn’t hinted at wanting to get married or pressured you into it, but it had been years. Hundreds of years, that you had been committed to each other. You’d been married over and over if common law had anything to say about it.

You were in the backyard of your house late on night. Simply going down memory lane with each other. Sharing stories and laughter easily. Agatha was looking out at the sky while you were looking at her. The ring box flat in your pocket.

“We should get married,” you had said casually.

“Is this you asking me?” Agatha had an amused tone in her voice.

“Give me second.”

It’s not graceful as you get out of your chair. Her eyes follow you as you get down on one knee. Your hand finds one of hers.

“Are you-?”

She watches carefully as you pull out the ring box from your pocket. It opens, and inside is one of the most beautiful gems Agatha has laid her eyes on. The central diamond sparkles something fierce while the band also gleams.

“I think it’s fair to say that I’ve already made the decision to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s nearly been 3 centuries that we’ve been together. Which perhaps makes this very long overdue, but neither of us are too keen on good timing. I don’t want to ramble too much. I did have all these things I wanted to say and express, but I think in the simplest terms, it’s just that I’d love to marry you.”

Agatha had tears welling in her eyes, she wiped them away dramatically, “I mean you could ramble a little.”

You roll your eyes but begin speaking nonetheless, “We never really talked about marriage so it never really crossed my mind. Recently though, I’ve been wondering, why not? Why not add, my wife into the vocabulary of all the other things I call you? It’s a new age, it’s perfectly legal. I decided a long time that I wanted forever with you and I'd like to think you want forever with me. This ring is just me doubling down on something I already believe in, us.”

She takes your face in her hands, “You’re taking my last name.”

You surge forward, lips pressing against her’s. Her soft palms feel warm against your face. You melt like it’s the first time you kissed her.

You pull away first a giggle escapes your lips, “I figured that much.”

She pecks your lips once more, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wedding planning wasn’t something you and Agatha were necessarily good at. However, your coven was more than capable of handling the special day. It wasn’t going to be anything extravagant, just a backyard affair with your closest friends.

Rio handled the flowers, Jen and Billy worked on the set up, Alice was preparing the music, and Lilia would be officiating.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you look at yourself in your wedding attire.

The classic white color with accents of purple had you smiling.

“About time any longer and I would’ve stolen her back from you,” Rio approaches you from behind.

“Very funny Vidal,” you say dryly.

She turns you to her straightening out your clothes a bit, and fixing a loose strand of your hair. She smiles at you brightly, “There, now you look a little more ready to marry the love of your life.”

“Thank you, Rio. For all your help,” you get sappy with her.

In classic fashion she rolls her eyes, “Don’t go all soft on me. I just want to see my girls happy. Now get out there and make it official after 300 years.”

You go out first, standing to the right of Lilia as your other friends looked on. You couldn't stop the smile on your face waiting for Agatha to walk down the aisle.

Alice begins playing the classic wedding song. Your posture straightens a bit. When you see Agatha in her dress for the first time it knocks the air out of your lungs.

You don’t fight the tears that spill from your eyes. How could you? She was stunning possibly even more than the day you met her.

When she’s directly in front of you, you reach for her hands and she takes yours.

Lilia properly starts the ceremony and when she gets to the vows you’re prepared, but Agatha wants to go first.

“I never thought that someone like me could be afforded a happy ending. The life I lived is far from innocent and pure. It had been an uphill battle for as long as I could remember. Then you came into my life and did something that I didn’t think was possible. You loved me. Despite all of my… flaws, despite my reputation, despite my stubbornness, you loved me. There’s not a second that goes by that I don’t feel your loved wrapped around me. Something like a warm hug shielding me from a snowstorm. It doesn’t seem like enough, but from you it is. I vow to be that for you until my last breath because for over 300 years you’ve been saving me from freezing me to death."

It takes everything in you to keep from sobbing during her voes, your speech forgotten in your brain. You look into her eyes when it’s your turn, speaking from your heart.

“When I proposed I said I didn’t want to ramble, because if I started, I’d never stop. There’s nothing that I don’t love about you Agatha. I love when you scowl at the kids at the mall, I love when you use magic for mundane things like turning the lights on, I love when you hum to yourself while you work, I love when you yell at me for not wearing my glasses. You say that I’ve been saving you, but love, you’ve been saving my ass since the day we met. You quite literally saved me from those hunters, you took me in when you didn’t have to. When everyone was saying it was against your character. Maybe I saved your from freezing, but you’ve saved me from burning myself into the ground. I don’t have anything new to promise you after over 300 years. All I have is the same thing you’ve had since the beginning; my everything.”

There’s not a dry eye in the audience as you two stand across from each other. Tear streaks running down your faces. Even Lilia has to wipe her eyes.

“If anyone has a reason that these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Rio slowly pretends to raise her hand before Jen smacks her in the back of the head. It earns a chuckle from the audience, everyone knowing it was a joke. It was needed after such intense vows.

“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Neither of you hesitated. Though you had an audience there was no use in trying to hold back the passion. The vows had charged the moment. With rings on your fingers and tears on your face, you melted into each other.

Applause and boisterous cheers rang out when you parted. When you looked into her eyes it’s as if she was the only person there.

“I love you, my gorgeous, powerful, and brilliant wife,” you can’t help but smile while saying it.

Agatha lets out an endearing laugh, “I love you too. My wife, my everything.”

#lowkeyerror #agatha x reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #jennifer kale #lilia calderu #billy maximoff #rio vidal

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thirstkanaphan · 2 days ago

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You said "(this is where KQ has really dropped the ball for all the members, imo, but we can get into that discussion later)" about the solo outings.

May I humbly request that it is later now and I would very much like to know what you think about the individual forays of Ateez?? Thank you!

@storkmuffin I will happily share my mostly-coherent thoughts about this topic, although I will caveat that this is my first kpop fandom and I really don't know enough about other groups to know if what I'm saying is specific to KQ or applies to other companies.

I'm happy for others to chime in!

My opinions are scaffolded by two broad impressions of KQ as a company: first, that KQ still does not quite know what to do with the unprecedented success and demand for Ateez; second, KQ has delegated much of the promotional responsibility for Ateez to atiny/the fandom.

These impressions have been formed by nearly a year on atiny twitter, where most of the major fanbases reside. I often remind myself that the primary demographic on atiny twitter is under-25, meaning many of their complaints and concerns are based on general ignorance about how business/music industries operate...but I also have so much admiration for how the fandom has mobilized over the years to achieve great things for Ateez: their multiple music show wins, invitations to major music festivals like Mawazine (the result of endless campaigning by the Moroccan fanbase) AND, most importantly, their tireless effort to get Ateez albums distributed in the United States. While Ateez had (and still has) a distribution deal with RCA, my understanding is that they have done very little to promote Ateez and the fanbases had to campaign for their albums to be distributed through Hello82 which gave them the opportunity to debut on the BB200.

The fandom mantra has always been: Ateez only has Atiny.

For many in the fandom, this mantra also applies to how KQ has promoted the members' various solo efforts in recent years. I have mixed feelings about this sentiment, and I'll do my best to articulate them here.

When it comes to the members' solo schedules, whether it be fashion show appearances, artist collaborations, or solo music projects, KQ does the bare minimum to promote these projects to their 10.5 million instagram followers, 4.3 million twitter followers, 4.4 million youtube subscribers, and 8 million tiktok subscribers.

Let's use as an example Sagittarius by Wooyoung, which Hongjoong produced for his Ateez Present series. An original song with original choreography, and a beautifully-produced performance video available only on youtube.

The KQ promotional cycle for this song: an announcement on twitter less than a week before the premiere (often less than 48 hours); our biggest fanbase releases a clip that can be shared on twitter (KQ only posts a link) and the official Ateez account posts an IG story with a link to the video, which Wooyoung reposted to his own stories. A day or so later, they release a logbook. After a few days, it's like the song never existed...except among atiny, who created hashtags, got those hashtags trending, made fun edits, and did their best to share the song with as many people as possible, pushing Wooyoung's IG account under every viral tweet.

To compare, I looked at another recent solo release by a member of a Big4 company: Beomgyu from TXT, who released his first single Panic a couple of weeks ago. This solo had a big promotional push: weeks in advance, HYBE rolled out concept photos, teaser clips, and an official hashtag campaign. You can easily access all this content in the highlighted stories tab on TXT's official IG page, which remains up to this day.

I may be ignorant, but this really doesn't seem like an impossible strategy for KQ to replicate, given the money they've already invested in producing these solo tracks. There was practically no promotion for San or Yunho's solo projects. Mingi really seemed to be in the room when they promoted Autobahn: that release got a lot more build-up and attention, perhaps because of its collaboration with Yumin.

One major complaint among atiny is that songs like Sagittarius or Autobahn are not available on streaming, and to be clear: none of the Ateez Present or Fix Off Project songs are available on spotify or apple music. Large parts of the fandom point to KQ as failing their artists by not making their solo projects available for streaming.

I share the somewhat contrarian opinion of those who argue that these solo projects are largely artistic ventures by the members, driven by their desire to make music for themselves to share with atiny. Making them available to stream transforms these songs into another metric, diluting their artistic value by replacing it with commercial value, and we cannot guarantee that those numbers will hold up to the hype of the fandom (streaming numbers are the no.1 metric used against Ateez in fanwars).

This is perhaps a naive opinion to hold, given that KQ is a company and making money is their primary goal. A more realistic explanation is that there are complicated logistics involved in putting a song on spotify, including artist royalties, licensing fees, and copyright. It may just be easier and mores straightforward to upload something to youtube....

But that still doesn't excuse the minimal promotion expended towards these projects. Frankly, it's short-sighted of KQ not to see that the more attention paid to these solo ventures enhances the overall Ateez brand.

And as a counterpoint, Jongho's recent cover got minimal promo, even though that song is available for streaming.

There's a separate and parallel argument to be made about the members' foray into the fashion world. For their recent appearances at Paris and Milan Fashion Weeks, the official Ateez accounts merely reposted reels and stories; the fandom once again came up with strategies to get hashtags trending and put together guidelines for how to generate EMV and MIV (we achieved great results for San at D&G and Wooyoung for Courreges). To KQ's credit, we did get excellent logbooks documenting Seonghwa and Mingi's fashion week journeys.

However, poor Yunho also had a fashion week appearance: Seoul Fashion Week...but he never got any promo, not even a logbook. It's like it never happened.

There's something to be said about how the small-company mentality of KQ has enabled the members to grow their individual brands in ways that feel organic and suited to their unique personalities: Seonghwa met Isabel Marant at a party in LA and now he's the face of their international campaign; Mingi landed the Calvin Klein gig and his recent Marie Claire photoshoot due to his own networking; Hongjoong met Odetari at a song camp, and they decided to collab (Hongjoong's collaboration with Odetari, which went viral for Hongjoong's lyrics allegedly dissing Bang PD, got next to no promotion by KQ. Odetari did a lot of the heavy lifting to promote that track and made cute animated mvs on his youtube channel and tiktok. It also bears noting that Hongjoong collaborated with a Palestinian American musician, while many Big4 companies are actively being boycotted by kpop fans for their associations and investments with Zionist companies). KQ appears not to dictate what their artists can and cannot do when it comes to their solo schedules, but also seem disinclined to make extraordinary (or industry-standard) efforts to support these ventures, except in rare cases.

There's still so much we don't know about their contracts and what will change when they inevitably renew those contracts. We also know that Ateez now works with an external PR firm for their European fashion schedules, which is perhaps why we saw SO MUCH attention during their recent fashion week appearances.

Yet their solo music promotion remains a mystery to me, and I'd love to hear from anyone who has more to say about this topic!

My final thought is that KQ's reliance on the fandom to do the promotional work will inevitably backfire. Our fandom is growing but with a lot of casual fans who have only ever known Ateez as a globally successful idol group, and not the underdogs whose remarkable achievements were (and still are) underpinned by the invisible labor of their dedicated fans and fanbases. Whenever a member's solo project fails to hit 1 million views within the first week, the fandom goes into blame-mode, tearing itself apart for our lack of support to the members, especially after everything they do for us. This isn't sustainable nor healthy. KQ needs to take on a lot more of the promotional burden now, especially since they have the means to do so.

We will see how that goes with the next comeback!

Thanks for the question, and thanks for letting me ramble.

#thirst answers #ateez #ateez meta

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concreteangel92 · 3 days ago

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I'm so happy that your requests are open hehe🥹💕

I'd kill for some soft work of yours, like the whole day spent together with Noah doing something together. Going to the zoo or beach day or painting each other (the tiktok trend you know) and then finish it with some soft smut, Noah talking you through it, holding hands, soft touches and stuff🥹

Basically the softest version of Noah you can think of haha, please and thank you💕

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: soft smut, praise, PiV, just some overall cuteness basically haha

The painting trend is such a cute idea that I had to use that one for this request! I hope you enjoy ☺️

So this is soft, gentle!Noah….mean dom!Noah is next on my request list 👀

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“So, what are we doing again?”

You rolled your eyes with a grin as Noah flopped into the chair across from you. “Painting each other.”

He raised an eyebrow, already smirking. “Like… one of your French girls?”

You reached over and gave his arm a playful slap, the both of you laughing. “Shut up, Noah! No. I saw this cute trend on TikTok and thought it would be fun.”

He leaned back with that cheeky smile, eyes lighting up with mischief. “You gonna post this on TikTok, babe?”

You giggled as you got comfortable in your chair. “That depends on how good they turn out.”

The next hour passed in a mix of giggles, paint smudges, and stolen glances. Every time you peeked up from your canvas, Noah was already looking at you, his gaze warm, soft and intense. It made your stomach flutter every time.

You wiped the back of your hand across your forehead to move some hair from your face, unknowingly streaking a bit of paint across your cheek. “Right… I think I’m done.”

You set your brush down and looked at your “masterpiece,” already cringing internally. You were no artist but you’d tried.

Noah, who had finished a few minutes before you, was watching you with a grin, clearly holding back laughter.

“Let me see, then,” he said, eyes sparkling.

“No, you first,” you said quickly, hiding your canvas from his gaze.

He shrugged and turned his around with a dramatic flourish.

You gasped. It was…actually good. Like, really good. Not perfect, but you could see yourself in it, the way your eyes squinted when you laughed, the curl of your smile. Your heart flipped a little.

“Okay wow…that’s actually really good” you admitted.

He looked pleased. “I used to draw a lot when I was younger. You make a good muse. Ok now yours”

Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly turned your canvas around.

Noah stared at it for a second, then burst into laughter, not cruel, just utterly amused. “What the hell is that?”

“Shut up!” you laughed, covering your face. “It’s….abstract!”

“It looks like a Picasso painting went through a blender!”

You couldn’t help but laugh too, it was genuinely bad. “In my defense, you wouldn’t sit still!”

Still chuckling, Noah stood up and came around the table. “Hold on, you’ve got something…”

He reached up and brushed a smudge of brown paint from your cheek with his thumb. His touch lingered longer than it needed to, fingers grazing your skin softly.

Your laughter faded with a smile as you looked up at him, suddenly aware of how close he was.

He leaned in, his voice softer now. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Your breath caught just a little. “Even with paint all over me?”

“Especially then…I’ve loved painting with you today” he murmured.

You smiled, your voice low. “Yeah?”

“Mm. Especially when you’re so cute when you’re focused on creating your ‘masterpiece’”

You giggled and blushed as you looked at your painting again.

“Guess I wont be quitting my day job any time soon”

“Maybe not just yet babe” he whispered and then his lips met yours.

The kiss was warm, slow, and sweet, his hand gently cupping your jaw. You melted into it, fingers still streaked with paint curling into his shirt as he pulled you closer.

His mouth was soft, coaxing, and when his other hand slid around your waist, your body responded easily, pressing into him like you were always meant to fit there.

He pulled back just slightly, resting his forehead against yours. “You wanna…?”

You nodded before he could finish. “Yeah.”

Noah pulled you back into another kiss and you felt his hands wandering over your body as he lead you backwards towards the sofa, both of you removing different articles of clothing until you were both pressed against each other’s bare skin.

“You’re so fucking perfect”

He took his time, worshipping every inch of your skin with lips and fingertips, like he was still painting you, only now with devotion instead of a brush.

A choked gasp left your throat as you felt him slip inside, stretching you beautifully as he started a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts.

You both moaned into each other, your lips never leaving the other for long. You both took your time, feeling no need to rush, you were both completely lost in the moment.

“Noah…”

His name fell from your lips like a prayer. You could feel every inch of him, buried deep, the pressure building with every gentle but firm stroke. Sweat slicked your skin, making each brush of your bodies feel even more intense. You clung to him like he was the only thing anchoring you to the world, not wanting this moment, this connection, to ever end.

His hips never stopped, every thrust was sending a warm ache through you as you felt your stomach twisting beautifully. You moaned into his lips, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Noah…” you whispered, breath catching as he rolled his hips just right, hitting that spot that made your eyes fall shut and your head to fall back against the sofa.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple as one hand slipped between your bodies to touch you, coaxing another desperate whimper from your throat. “So good for me…you’re so fucking beautiful…”

You couldn’t hold back your cry as you fell apart underneath him, your body trembling in his arms as your nails dig into the skin on his back.

Noah’s hips stuttered once, twice, then he was spilling into you with a low, drawn out moan, clinging to you like he was falling apart too. His breath came in hot pants against your skin, his hands cradling your waist like he never wanted to let go.

You both relaxed into each other’s arms, your breathing laboured as you both came down from your highs.

Noah leant up and he brushed away some of your hair which was now damp against your face as he smiled down.

“I love you so much”

“And I love you Noah, I couldn’t imagine ever being apart”

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rekino2114 · 3 days ago

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This request is for all my fellas out there! Can we please get some headcanons about Ann, Makoto, Futaba, and Haru reacting to an s/o being horrifically starved for affection? Like s/o can barely remember the last time they were held, hugged, complimented, etc? And when they are, it floors them and they cling to that feeling it like a life raft? Y'know, just typical guy stuff. Thanks!

The Phantom thieves girls with a touch starved reader

A/n:typical guy stuff indeed, i still remember the last compliment I got like 3 years ago

Ann takamaki

Ann is an incredibly affectionate girlfriend, so she was a bit worried whenever you genuinely looked surprised that she hugged you or gave you a kiss or complimented you like that's not what a girlfriend is supposed to do

When she brought that up and you revealed how starved you were for affection, ann was flabbergasted. How could someone so adorable and sweet like you have gotten so little affection?

From that moment on she amped up her affection and clinginess to 100 which is saying a lot considering how affectionate she was even before

She gives you a compliment every 5 minutes and hugs you and peppers your face in kisses every time you enter a room, she doesn't care who's watching, she will give you your hourly dose of affection and no one is going to stop her

"You know you look so cute when you blush right? Awww don't be embarrassed, I'm just giving you the affection that you deserve need in your life, that's what a good girlfriend is supposed to do and lucky for you you have an amazing girlfriend like me"

Makoto niijima

Makoto is very not used to romance and affection, so she's quite touchstaverd too but not on your level

But she is very observant and very quickly saw you look uncomfortable whenever she gave you quick hugs or pecks on the lips and grew worried that she was the one making you uncomfortable in some way which she hated the thought of

But when you explained that you actually really loved those little moments of affection and were just not used to them makoto was relieved that it wasn't her fault but also sad for you because knows how it feels to not be used to affection

She is more open with physical affection than she was before, openly giving you long hugs or kisses even in public, even if the other thieves tease her to no end about it, she's not bothered as she's doing it to show you her love after all

"Hm? What is it? O-oh sorry were you not expecting that? W-well you passes your exams so I thought a kiss would be a g-good reward......oh don't mention it, I'm just glad you're happy"

Futaba sakura

Futaba kinda learned to be affectionate through being with you, she found out that she couldn't just express the love she felt for you through quiet I love yous so she just started hugging you and demanding cuddles whenever she felt like it, only in private though

She initially teased you a lot when she noticed how blushy and uncomfortable you got during those hugs, saying stuff like "what? Is this the first time you've been hugged or something?" And when you didn't laugh and just blushed more she was like "......wait actually?"

Hugs got a lot more frequent after that, just like kisses and compliments, she has an affection qouta she has to give you every day and gives you interest the next day is she does as much as give you one less kiss than usual

She's still uncomfortable about doing stuff like that in public though, but she will still mostly cling to you when you're near your friend group

"So how many hugs does that make for today? Looks like that's it then, but don't think I'm done with you yet, you still owe me a cuddle session later, maybe you can watch me game in the meantime"

Haru okumura

While haru may look quiet and blushy she is very affectionate with you, hand holding is one of her favorite things to do and so she started to worry for you since something as simple and tame as that could make you look so uncomfortable

Your touchstarvation (is that a word?) Was simply a problem that needed to be solved to haru, she couldn't have her love get so uncomfortable from simple kisses, hugs and compliments after all

Haru's hugs are so amazing you'll quickly get used (and addicted) to them. She's just very warm and soft and incredibly fluffy. She feels like she's made for hugs and cuddles she also smells very good with all the time she spends around flowers

Compliments are also one of her favorite ways to show you her love, anything you did to change your look she loves it and will make sure you know it. She will also buy you so many clothes and tell you how cute you look in everyone of them

"You look amazing darling, oh no please don't act like that. You always look amazing, and that's just the truth, I can give you all the hugs and kisses you want to prove it"

#persona 5 x reader #persona 5 #persona x reader #persona #p5 x reader #p5 #x reader #ann takamaki x reader #ann takamaki #makoto niijima x reader #makoto nijima #futaba sakura x reader #futaba sakura #haru okumura x reader #haru okumura #gn reader #makoto niijima

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jazeswhbhaven · 2 days ago

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Back in the fandom again and I was looking for your blog everywhere 😿 You were probably the most memorable writer to me about WHB lol. I really adore your works 🥹...

Is it okay if I ask a request? Maybe for the kings and some nobles from Gehenna!!

How about an MC that gets easily annoyed especially if it's painfully hot outside and the sun is just literally GLARINGGG towards them.

Not annoyed as in full on screaming. But annoyed in a way it's so easy to rile them up and get their brows all furrowed up and they're like "what????"

It's more on the humorous side hehe, I think it's funny and I maybe want their reactions to lean more onto that side, but still keep their usual errr behavior or personality??

Thank you!!!

Ahh hi anon, I'm glad you were able to find my blog again!! This means a lot saying that you like my works ✨😌

I'll do all the nobles from Gehenna btw, just because ^^ I don't talk about them enough so I just feel like I should

It's the hottest day in Gehenna, so much that even finding shelter in the shade still has you sweating up a storm. Thankfully it's just for a few days out of the year, but MC is not having it at all. "God it's so hot....I'm literally melting..."

Sitri: He's quick on his feet thinking about how to cool off MC. He's aware that the shade will only bring some relief but it's never enough. Thankfully, he's brought along some freshly made iced tea, made with a special ingredient that keeps you cool and refreshed for hours! Other devils have tried to take some, but he refuses to share. This was made for MC, everyone else will have to find other ways to cool off.

Ppyong: Oh no! MC is uncomfortable and this red lump is far too small to provide shade or any source of relief. But he does know of a place where they can hang out for a while without being directly under the sun's rays. A cafe ran by most of his red lump fans and family, small but quaint! Refreshing drinks, the coolest AC they managed to make with small parts and debris collected from previous battles they had to clean up. He always wanted to take MC here, and boy do they appreciate it.

Leraye: He offers to shoot the sun down, he's pretty sure he can do it. There's no target he can't hit! But after MC talks him out of even trying so he doesn't burn his eyes out, they opt for returning back to the palace where Leraye knows of a specific secret area he usually sets up his sniping gear during battles that has the perfect amount of shade and where the breeze hits just right. Plus...he managed to get some of Sitri's iced tea to give MC anyway lol

Paimon: Oh he hates the heat as much as MC does. Sweat slows him down and melts his pretty eye makeup! But have no fear, he's always prepared when it comes to the hottest days of Geheena. Cute sun hats, portable bladeless fans from Tartaros, and a special human skin friendly sunscreen that makes it feel like there's no sun at all! He's so proud to show off these trendy objects he got from the mall and is even more happy that they work well. Not to mention he wants MC to try out his minty lip gloss, *wink*

Astaroth: This weather is actually perfect for his snake so he's not too bothered by it. Nice and warm. However, he's aware that MC's annoyance with the heat and sun can't be too healthy. To compromise for both parties, he does have this magic parasol for MC to use. If you say the right poem/mantra it will literally start snowing underneath it. MC finds this parasol odd, but at least it's working! Astaroth was also amused, saying he had gotten it from a witch because she told him it would always keep his snake warm even when it's cold. Turns out it was the opposite.

Zagan: The sun always looks flawless on this devil's sun kissed skin, so a few more rays and heat won't do a thing. However, he'd do anything make sure MC is comfortable, so he writes up a special talisman they can use that works like an all over body ice pack. He's even brought a whole stack of them just in case the one MC has on right now gets damaged. And so they don't feel left out, he wears one too. Now they can enjoy their morning walk together without much discomfort! A bonus is that Zagan tied his hair up for this occasion.

Satan: "You're pissed off? So am I...it's too damn hot!" Satan actually does not like the heat at all, especially when he has to move around and do things. It's not really the sweat, but it's more so the combination of sun rays AND the radiating heat from the ground. Plus he can't stand the jokes Mammon makes about how it shouldn't bother him since heat rises and he's further to the ground than he is 💀 So, to make it bearable for him and MC he just literally takes them around on his bike so the wind cools them off from how fast he's going. He also doesn't mind spending all day at his bike shop, the AC there is really nice.

Mammon: "Come closer to me, Master. I'll block the sun's rays for you." And no kidding does that actually help! MC is immediately shrouded in Mammon's shadow which provides quick relief from the glaring sun in Tartaros. And if that wasn't a plus already, his Ai bots fly around and spray a cool mist, similar to how you see the mist stations at Zoos during the summer. The sun is no bother for this big guy, all it does is glisten against his golden skin as he soaks it up. He could do this all day.

Beelzebub: "You know, I don't mind that you're all sweaty..." Beel ofcourse is a tease when MC is rather upset about how hot it is. Not to mention that Abyssos is mostly a concrete jungle, so the pavement is hot too. But, he's not gonna torture MC for long, offering solace by whisking them away to the grasslands of Abyssos. There's trees for miles, amazing shade, and a few lakes with water so cold you'd think it should be frozen. These are places he escapes too when he does return, and now MC knows he little hideouts. Just gotta make sure Bael doesn't know about this.

Leviathan: "If you're that uncomfortable at least do something about it." Leviathan considers MC's mild complaint about the heat slightly annoying, but they do have a point. Why is it so hot today in Hades when normally the sun doesn't shine much here? Levi opts to take MC back to the palace, where his room is the coldest compared to everywhere else. He doesn't even mind if they stay in there all day because he didn't want to be outside in the first place and he has paperwork to look over. Levi even goes so far that he's moved his desk temporarily so he can MC can be in the same room. But don't mention that...

Lucifer: "Ah, the greenhouse is normally not this warm. Here drink this." Similar to Sitri's iced tea recipe, Lucifer has his own brew that provides not only instant relief from the heat and sun, but prevents migraines, and heat exhaustion for at least 24 hours. He created this one time when Gamigin passed out from traveling the desserts of Tartaros to heal a devil. He also has changed a few things around to make sure MC doesn't ingest anything they're allergic to. But being the doctor he is, he sticks around MC just to make sure nothing happens at least until it's safe for them to be alone.

Belphegor: "Quit yer bellyachin', ain't nothin' but a little heat and sun." Well, at least for him anyway the heat has no affect on him. He could sleep through an entire damn fire if he must. But he's immediate solution to keep MC cool is to drag them to his room, turn on the AC to the lowest setting, and it's freezing cold now. The only source of heat in the room is his body and his bed. Could this have been his plan all along? Either way now MC doesn't have to be in the sun, and Belphie gets to sleep in a cold dark room. Everyone wins.

Asmodeus: "The sun highlights the best parts of you, my dear. Oh and how you look with sweat rolling off your body..." Asmo is definitely no help when the heat is unbearable in Abaddon. For some odd reason it is unusually hot though most areas in this country are shaded or cloudy. But also, MC's annoyance is a turn on for this devil in fact anything they do is, but it's not like he's going to let them suffer for too long. He knows a place, deep within the castle walls on the top floor. Nope, not his room, but another place he seldom tells others about. To MC's surprise it's filled with everything meant to cool you down during those hot summers on earth, including an indoor pool chilled to perfection. For now Asmo enjoys the amenities with MC no strings attached, but eventually...skinny dipping in said pool was gonna be on the agenda.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb belphegor #whb asmodeus #whb lucifer #whb gehenna bois #whb sitri #whb leraye #whb paimon #whb ppyong #whb astaroth #whb zagan #whb headcanons #jwhbasks❓#jwhbrequests📬

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lyn31 · 1 day ago

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Hi! Your writing is amazing and wholesome! I have a request if you don’t mind.

Can you write one where MC is visually paired/blind and feels guilty for relying on Zayne to take care of her? Like she’s no longer employed as a hunter and needs a lot of help with day to day things. MC feels like she’s burdening Zayne but he’s happy she trusts him to rely on him.

This could be amazing as a hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending piece. Thank you for your time! 🩵

Thank youuuuu 💕 I'm glad you're enjoying my writing but also how are you guys saying my writing is so wholesome and then asking just the saddest thing 🥹 and here I am enabling you guys ahahahaha

But anyway, what a request, from someone with such a shit eyes and cannot do anything without my glasses, losing my sight is one of the thing I'm afraid the most... So this was really hitting me... Although it wouldn't be the same, I try my best! Hope you like it! 🥹🫶�� Let me know what you think! 💕

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Seeing You

Summary

After a mission leaves you in the dark, with only the sound of your own breath to anchor you, Zayne is there—steady, patient, and always present—even when you can’t see him. You’re learning to navigate the silence, the hesitation in your steps, and the quiet adjustments he makes to help you find your way, but the weight of needing him still feels too heavy.

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Notes

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader CW: Losing eyesight, adjusting emotional and physically, hurt/comfort, establish relationship, sad and sweet!

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It’s been three months since that mission. Three months since the blast knocked you backward. It went dark—and stayed dark.

No light. No outlines. No vague movement. Just the memory of color and the sound of your own breath in the void it left behind.

You’re curled up on the couch now, knees tucked under your chin, your fingers absently worrying at the hem of your sweater. You’re still not used to the silence—not the real kind, but the kind that comes when you can’t anchor yourself to anything. You can’t scan your surroundings. You can’t gauge the time by the position of the sun through the windows. You can’t even see Zayne, though you know he’s there.

You hear the soft click of the stove turning off. The scent of shrimps and roasted vegetables still hangs in the air, rich and warm and a little bit sweet—he made your favorite again, not that you’d asked. You don’t really ask for anything these days.

A gentle scrape of a spoon against ceramic, the low thud of a cabinet closing. He moves around the kitchen quietly, but not in a way that hides him. You can always tell where he is now—by the soft brush of his clothes when he passes, the steadiness of his breathing, the tiny pauses he makes when he’s about to speak but lets you take the lead instead.

You shift, reaching out for the coffee table you know is just a foot or so away, fingertips hovering in the air like you’re afraid of touching wrong. You’ve done that more than once—brushed too hard, bumped too fast, knocked over whatever he’d set down for you.

You pull your hand back and curl into yourself instead.

You used to be a Hunter. You used to walk into danger without flinching, shout orders without second-guessing. Now you hesitate before every step, memorize the number of paces from the couch to the kitchen, trace the edges of every wall and object like they’re foreign terrain.

And Zayne—he just keeps showing up. Cooking meals. Leaving your mug always in the same spot. Letting you listen to the news through his holoscreen instead of reading reports. Helping you dress without saying a word about it, even though you know he notices when you pause—fingers lingering over the curve of your waist or the scar near your collarbone, trying to remember what you look like now.

You hate needing this much. You hate how fragile it makes you feel.

You sink deeper into the cushions and let out a breath that feels too heavy for your chest.

Zayne doesn’t say anything. Just sets a bowl on the coffee table—gently, like he knows you’re listening—and walks around to sit beside you. The couch dips under his weight. His presence radiates calm, a low thrum of quiet strength, and part of you wants to lean into it. But you don’t.

Because he’s still whole. And you… you don’t know what you are anymore.

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The kitchen still smells like the meal Zayne made earlier. You’d insisted on rinsing the dishes yourself, even after your hand brushed the edge of a plate too fast and sent it clattering. That one hadn’t broken. This one does.

You’re trying to find the sink. Your fingers skim the counter, the edge of the drying rack, too fast, too eager to prove you still can. And then—

Glass hits tile.

It shatters loud, sharp, immediate.

Somewhere beneath your ribs, your breath catches. You freeze.

And then the tears start. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just this slow, helpless stream that slips out before you can pull yourself together. You press your palm flat to the countertop, jaw trembling, but the pressure doesn’t ground you like it’s supposed to.

You don’t even hear Zayne coming.

One moment you’re alone, holding your breath like you can rewind time if you just stay still. The next, he’s there.

You feel the air shift before you hear the soft rustle of his sleeves, the quiet clink as he picks up the larger pieces, careful and methodical.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, though your voice cracks. “I didn’t cut myself.”

But he doesn’t take your word for it. His hands find yours gently, his cool touch steady against your skin—unmistakably him. His thumbs brush across your knuckles as he turns them over, checking for blood. You feel his breath when he exhales, low and steady, like he’s trying to pass the calm into you.

And maybe that’s what undoes you.

“I hate this,” you manage, your voice tight, hoarse with the effort not to break further. “I can’t do anything, Zayne. You’re always cleaning up after me. I can’t fight. I can’t even walk across the room without bumping into something.”

You expect silence. Or worse—reassurance that sounds like pity. But when Zayne answers, his voice is low and even, every word weighted with quiet conviction.

“You don’t have to fight for anyone right now,” he says. “You just have to let yourself heal.”

You open your mouth—to argue, maybe. But he’s not finished.

“And I’m not cleaning up after you,” he adds, his hands still around yours. “I’m just… here. With you.”

His tone doesn’t shift, doesn’t soften with sympathy or hesitation. It’s not a line he practiced, or a comfort he thinks you want. It’s just truth. Plain and steady.

You don’t know what to say to that. Not yet. But you lean forward, forehead pressing into his shoulder, and he lets you stay there as long as you need.

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You’ve stopped asking.

Not just for the little things, but for the bigger ones, too. Not like before, when the silence came from grief. Now it’s sharper—calculated. You tell yourself if you just manage on your own, even a little, you’ll stop feeling so heavy in the space between you and Zayne.

It’s not that you don’t need help—god, you do—but there’s something in you that can’t bear the sound of your own voice when you ask for it. When you ask where something is, when you hear the pause in Zayne’s breathing because he knows you’re trying to do it alone again.

You’ve memorized every corner of the apartment now. Counted the steps between walls. Traced the edges of cabinets and drawers like braille. And still, you trip. You reach too far. You knock things down.

You never say anything when it happens. Just sweep up what you can and pretend nothing’s wrong.

Until tonight.

Zayne’s shift ran late. You told him not to worry, that you’d be fine, that you might even be asleep when he got back. But sleep doesn’t come. Only noise—quiet and sharp—the kind glass makes when it slips from trembling fingers and meets tile.

You’re on the floor when he walks in. Knees tucked underneath you, hands moving gently over the broken dish like you could will it back together by touch alone. Your fingers skim each shard carefully, as if mapping it with memory might fix the cracks.

You don’t even look up when the door opens.

You whisper, like you’ve been holding the words in for hours.

“I thought if I just tried harder…” Your voice is barely audible. “Maybe I wouldn’t need you so much.”

Zayne doesn’t speak right away. No gasp, no rush to fix it. Just the soft thud of his coat sliding off, the quiet tap of shoes being set aside, and then—

He kneels beside you. Not in front of you, not across—just next to you.

His hands find yours gently. Thumb brushing the back of your wrist, then his fingers closing around yours to ease the shards from your grip. You feel the sting now—tiny cuts you didn’t notice in your panic, dull and blooming with heat.

Still, he doesn’t scold. Doesn’t even sigh.

He just wraps his arms around you, slowly, like he’s giving you time to lean in if you want to. You do.

“You’re not weak for needing someone,” he says, voice low against your ear. “You’re brave for letting me in. For trusting me with this part of you.”

You press your face into his shoulder and breathe—finally, deeply, like your chest had been locked shut for days.

“You are never a burden,” Zayne murmurs. “If anything, I’m grateful you let me be here.”

He holds you tighter—not caging, just certain.

“You’re still you,” he adds. “You always will be.”

You don’t answer right away. Your throat aches too much to speak, and your hands are still trembling. But you nod, barely, and he feels it.

He stays with you on the floor until the shaking stops. Until your breathing slows. Until you’re ready to let him help you up—not because you can’t, but because you don’t have to do it alone.

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It’s been weeks since that night on the floor. Weeks since you let Zayne pull you close and whisper the words you needed to hear, the words you didn’t know you were waiting for.

Things don’t always feel easier, but they feel different now—less like the weight of your injury is pulling you under, and more like you’re learning how to breathe again. Zayne’s been a constant, never pushing, always there with quiet reassurance and those small adjustments that mean more than you ever expected.

He’s marked the apartment with subtle cues—soft fabric along the edge of the counter so you can feel it with your fingertips, a slight texture on the edge of the hallway wall that helps guide you without needing to ask. He’s arranged things so you can always find what you need without fumbling too long. The light switch for the bathroom has a tiny bump on it, and the door to the bedroom has a narrow line of tape so you know where it opens.

It’s not about making you reliant on him—it’s about helping you find a new way to move, to navigate.

And then there’s the audio device. You don’t know exactly when he got it, but one day he’s setting it up on the desk, programming it with your Hunter files. You can still help with missions, still offer advice, analyze strategy—all with just your voice. He never calls it retirement. Always, it’s a new way to fight.

It’s not the same as holding a blade or charging into the field, but your voice still cuts through static, still steadies others when they’re lost. Maybe it was never about the way you fought—maybe it was always about why.

You’ll never get used to how much he sees you, even when you can’t see yourself.

Today, you’re standing in the living room, fingers tracing the edge of the couch. The room is quiet, but it’s a good quiet. The kind that means you’re not trying to force yourself into something you’re not anymore. You’re just… moving forward.

You reach out instinctively. You know the kitchen is just a few steps away, and you trust the path Zayne’s mapped for you. One step, two steps, and then—

The edge of the doorway. Your shoulder brushes the frame but doesn’t slam into it. Not this time.

You stop. A soft laugh escapes you, more of a breath than anything, and you take another step, slowly, just to test it. And then you do laugh, quietly, like it’s a secret you’re finally letting go of.

“That’s the first time I didn’t smack into the doorway,” you say, almost in disbelief.

You pause, listening. Zayne’s footsteps are familiar now—the soft tap of his sandals against the floor, the subtle shift in the air when he’s near. And then, you feel him there, close enough that his warmth almost brushes against you.

Without a word, his lips find your temple, pressing gently, a quiet reassurance that you don’t need to see to feel. His presence wraps around you, steady and constant.

“Proud of you,” he murmurs, voice low and sure. “Told you—you’ve never stopped moving forward.”

You let the words settle, his touch grounding you in a way that’s become as familiar as his voice. You can’t see him, but you can feel him in everything—his pride, his belief in you, the quiet patience that’s helped you find your footing again.

And maybe, just maybe, in this moment, you’re starting to believe in yourself again too.

The days are different now. The apartment feels smaller somehow, not in a suffocating way, but like it’s been rearranged, reorganized—not just by Zayne, but by the new rhythm of your life. You’re adjusting, one step at a time. And it doesn’t hurt as much anymore to ask for help, to trust that you’re not a burden. You’ve found a way to move with it, to move with him.

But today, Zayne’s quiet about something.

It’s only when you’re halfway through the process of organizing some files on the desk that you hear his footsteps shift on the floor, the faint sound of him standing still just to your side. His voice breaks the quiet, steady and calm. “Pack a bag. We’re going somewhere.”

You pause, fingers stilling on the papers. “Where?”

“Just trust me.”

The bags are packed without much question. A couple of hours later, you’re in the back of the car, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the air between you. You don’t ask more questions. You just let him drive, let him take you wherever it is he’s planned for you. When you reach the cottage, the quiet of the countryside surrounds you like a soft blanket.

It’s peaceful. Still.

And when you step out of the car, the air smells different—fresher, richer, filled with the scent of trees and earth. Your fingers brush through the grass as you step forward, the slight give beneath your feet grounding you in a way the city never could.

Zayne’s there to guide you, his hand just a breath away, his touch cool and steady as it always is. He doesn’t say much, letting the place speak for itself.

He leads you slowly, guiding you toward the water. You hear it before you feel it—the soft, rhythmic lapping just ahead—and that’s when you stop, sinking to the ground. Not falling this time—just grounding yourself, steady on your own feet. Zayne follows, settling beside you in the grass.

The air is warmer here, touched by the water’s presence. You can’t see it, but you feel it—the subtle pull of the surface, the gentle ripple that hums through the space like a heartbeat. You reach out beside you, and his hand finds yours without hesitation. Cool, steady, familiar. His fingers wrap around yours like an answer.

“You don’t have to see to know you’re in the right place,” Zayne says quietly, his voice like the rest of the world—calm, patient, and full of certainty.

You nod, letting your fingers drift out to feel the warmth of the air on your skin, then moving up to trace the curve of his jaw. His face is familiar beneath your touch, every line etched in a way that’s become a part of you. Your breath catches for just a moment, the weight of everything you’ve been through settling over you.

“As long as you’re here, I already know,” you whisper, feeling the words more than speaking them.

Zayne’s other hand moves to yours, stilling it for a moment, then pulling you gently against him. His lips brush your temple, light and soft like a promise.

“I’ll always be here,” he murmurs, his voice deep, steady. “Always.”

You don’t need to see it to know it’s true. The world is full of so much more than what you can see. The warmth, the trust, the unspoken bond between you—it’s all here. In this moment. And for the first time in a long while, it feels like everything is exactly where it’s supposed to be.

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Before I got teary eyes, this one is water work 😭 I cannot even imagine... too scary man, and I know I'm the one writing their exact reaction and dialogue but man... Zayne... where do I find this man??? He's not outside that's for damn sure 😦 I say it before but I really am my biggest fans, I like my joke, I like my story first so yk 😩🤣 Alright serious now, hopefully y'all enjoy this 💕

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cairoblair · 3 days ago

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LADS Love at First Sight (Pt 2)

(a/n: A continuation of the love at first sight request. These are def a little different than the others LOL oh and caleb girlies? you have a stalker now, just fyi)

Sylus

Another week, another horribly fancy party. You didn't know why you had agreed to work at such a thing, but the money was good, and seeing how the wealthy lived was intriguing. This particular party was some type of auction or gala - you didn't quite know the details. You just knew you had to tend the bar and keep the patrons happy. The ballroom was buzzing with people in custom tuxes and luxury gowns. Every conversation you managed to hear was either about a business deal or some new scandal - nothing that managed to hold your attention. Well, one thing did. There was a man who had been sitting at the end of the bar for most of the night. He hadn't ordered anything yet, but he didn't seem to be socializing like the rest of the attendees. In fact, most of the others seemed to avoid him like the plague with fear-ridden expressions. It didn't really make sense to you, but, then again, you didn't know the man. It was just your job to keep everyone's glass full. So, you decided to check up on him - maybe out of duty, maybe out of morbid curiosity. "Can I get you something to drink, sir?" You asked. The man looked up, and you immediately noticed the piercing red color of his eyes. No wonder everyone looked like a deer in headlights when they saw him. "Whiskey, neat," He replied simply. His tone wasn't rude, but it wasn't exactly friendly either. "Double?" You questioned, managing a small smile. "You seem like you need it." You weren't sure, but you thought you noticed a hint of amusement in his expression. "Sure." With a nod, you grabbed a short glass and poured a double shot of your best whiskey into it. The rich had expensive taste, after all. You placed it in front of the man, then leaned against the bar as your gaze travelled over the room. "You don't seem too happy to be here," You pointed out. "An astute observation," The man replied, mirth lacing his tone. "There are many places I'd rather be." "I can't say I blame you," You shrugged. "These people seem a little...well, like they have a stick up their asses." A low, rumbling chuckle rose from his chest. "Most of them do. But that's the business world for you." "I think I'll stick to bartending," You chuckled. "I'm (y/n), by the way." "Sylus," He said, offering a nod. "It's actually quite refreshing to meet someone who doesn't already know me." "Well, it seems everyone who knows you stays about ten feet away at all times." Another chuckle escaped his lips. "With good reason, I suppose." "Mysterious," You hummed, raising your eyebrows. "Well, I served you a drink, so maybe keep me off the hitlist?" His eyes drifted over you, a very subtle smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll consider it, sweetie."

You may have not been added to his hitlist, but he certainly would be keeping an eye on you. He had a knack for finding diamonds in the rough, and something told him you were quite the valuable gem.

Caleb

It was an average day for the colonel - work seemed to drag on for hours, thanks to his insufferable subordinates. But thankfully, he was on this way home for the night. He just needed to make a quick stop by the convenience store, then he could relax. Once he was inside the corner shop, he began picking out a few items he knew he was running low on. But, when he turned the corner of one of the aisles, someone ran straight into his chest. A bunch of items fell to the floor, and his arms instinctively reached out to steady whoever the person was. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry," You said, hurriedly bending down to pick up the fallen goods. "I wasn't watching where I was going." "No need to apologize," Caleb replied, squatting down to help. "It happens to the best of us." You glanced up, your attention catching on the dark uniform he wore. You recognized the emblem on the jacket, and a deeper sense of guilt tugged at your chest. "Well, it's my luck that I would run into a colonel," You chuckled, a hint of nervousness in your tone. "Luckily, we don't lock people up for that," He joked. "It's not a problem, really." Once you both ensured you have your respective items, you offered a nod and a small wave, then went on your way. But Caleb couldn't move on quite so easily. Something in his gut gnawed at him. A strange urge to go after you. He shook it off, taking his items to the register and focusing on simply going home for the night. The following day, he saw you again. This time waiting at a crosswalk with a cafe cup in hand. He didn't know where you were going, but a morbid curiosity insisted he find out. His feet moved on their own, staying far enough away to remain undetected, but close enough to keep you in his sight. When you disappeared into a bookstore, he simply waited across the street, catching glimpses of you through the window of the shop. What was he doing? This was ridiculous. But as crazy as he felt, he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't stop himself from seeking you out the next day. And the next. And the next. He was curious about you - too curious for his own good. But something about you drew him in. Maybe it was the the look in your eyes when you had run into him, or the adorable nervousness in your voice when you spoke to him. Either way, he was hooked. And he had no intention of changing that.

#love and deepspace #lads #lads sylus #lads caleb #lads fanfic #lads x reader

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 days ago

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Benefits

Meetings Part 2

Cassie Salazar x Soldier!Reader

Request by @scurry5

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. It wasn’t exactly her first option. The “tax” that you had collected from the other soldiers was going to help Cassie keep the lights on, food in the fridge and pay for at least half a vial of insulin. But at the same time, Cassie needed more than half a vial.

It wasn’t by any means a good idea but she was desperate. The idea of getting married to a soldier just to get the medical benefits would’ve appalled her a few weeks ago but the dangerously low insulin vial was an all too frightening sight for her.

If she was going to do this, she needed to do it with someone she trusted.

She made her way to Frankie’s apartment and knocked nervously on the door.

You woke up in Frankie’s guest bedroom with a slight buzz in your skull. Maybe you got a little tipsy last night. But the only thing that was buzzing in your mind more than the hangover was Cassie. Her smile, her voice, her personality. You wished you could see her again.

And then you heard it. Her voice. You heard Frankie’s too.

Cassie was explaining this ludicrous plan of hers to your best friend. You nearly walked in trying to put a stop to it. But then you heard about her need for the insulin. Cassie seemed sweet and a little headstrong, your exact type.

Cassie finished giving the layout of the plan, “I know this sounds crazy but…I really need your help. It’s strictly platonic”

Frankie sighed, “I got a girl, Cass. I’m…I’m gonna propose to her” he pulled out a small simple ring from his pocket.

Cassie’s heart both broke and soared. On one hand she was happy that the kid she once looked after had found love but the other, she was up a creek again.

“He’s taken but I’m not” you said softly as you walked into the small living room, offering Cassie a gentle smile, “hey”

“H-hey” she answered softly.

You and Cassie found yourselves talking over the logistics of the plan over breakfast at a local diner.

“So we’ll just keep it simple” Cassie surmised

“We met at your bar. I saw you playing a gig and we’ve been dating under the radar for a few months” you shrug.

“Yeah” she bit her lip, “thank you.”

“Insulin shouldn’t be a problem for you to acquire. Plain and simple”

“That’s a lot of work you’re putting in for someone you barely know” Cassie stares into your eyes.

“You’re a friend to Frankie. He’s like family to me” you let out a small sigh, “and…I don’t have anyone in my life”

A small sad smile made its way across Cassie’s face.

“So…I take it no kids then” you tried to joke to change the mood. You never really liked bringing up the lack of a family. You only truly found it when you became friends with Frankie.

Cassie rolled her eyes at your little remark. She saw right thru your poor attempt at changing the subject. She reached across the table and took your hand. “You’re not alone”

You could only give her a nod. Your eyes wander around the diner until something catches your eye.

“Have you ever dreamed of what song you wanted for your wedding?” You asked her softly.

Cassie let out a soft chuckle, “what?”

“Just humor me,” you give her a smile, “if you could have one song, what would it be?”

Cassie blushes, “you’re gonna think I’m a hopeless romantic but…Perfect by Ed Sheeran”

You quickly get up and run to the nearby object of that caught your eye - a jukebox. You fished out a couple dollar bills and fed them in.

Cassie kept an eye on you, still unsure of what you were up to.

I found a love for me

Oh, darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waitin' for me

You walked with a stride back up to Cassie and held out your hand, “may I have this dance?”

Cassie blushes and takes your hand, joining you in the middle of that diner.

Baby, I'm dancin' in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass while listenin' to our favourite song

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, "Darling, you look perfect tonight"

The two of you swayed together to the song. You held her close and didn’t want to let this singer go. Her hazel eyes locked on yours.

For a split second, Cassie had forgotten that this was all an act. For one brief moment, Cassie felt that she had found someone. Someone who would never let her down, all be there for her.

As the song ended, several patrons broke the silence and began applauding the two of you. Cassie offered a slightly embarrassed bow to the crowd as you held her hand.

“That’s my girl,” you said with a small smile, “we’re getting married soon”

The crowd cheered louder and Cassie hid her face a little bit more.

Maybe this marriage would work after all.

Tags @multi-fandom-enjoyer @ma1egamer @pinklawyerwinnerzonk

#purple hearts #cassie salazar #sofia carson #Sofia Carson x reader #Cassie Salazar x reader #netflix #romance fluff #netflix films #netflix movie #Purple Hearts movie

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lunawagner · 1 day ago

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Phone Calls of LADS Characters

*some parts are changed, based on the real calls I or my coworkers made in the call center, I wanted to share the ones that reminded me of them *

Luke & Kieran

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx.

Luke: The boss isn't here. Can't help you

Operator: Then, when will they be back? Can we call again later?

Luke: He's dead. They shot him finally. Good riddance.

Operator:...Excuse me?

Luke: Yeah. Gunned down. Six feet under. Don’t call again—he won’t be picking up. Guy was a scammer anyway. Serves right to that scum. You can remove everything related to him

Operator: I see..?

Operator note: User has a terrible sense of humor... probably

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Kieran: The boss isn't here. I can't help you

Operator: (already got a bad feeling) Do you know when he'll be back? Should we call back later?

Kieran: He went to Bulgaria to shoot a man. Poor guy scammed the wrong person. Our boss will hunt him down.

Operator: Uh… will he be back this week?

Kieran: Nope, it might take more than a week, you know, to clean things.

Operator:...Right

Operator note: User said the manager is on a business trip.

Sylus

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Sylus: Calling from where?

Operator: Xxx

Sylus: Say it again

Operator: ...XXX

Sylus: Miss, all I hear is meow meows, you're talking like a kitten.

Operator(offended and about to go apeshit): I'm sorry please let me repeat it, I hope you can hear this time: WE ARE CALLING FROM XXX

Sylus: Ohh, you're calling from Xxx.

Sylus: Unfortunately, I'm not interested in your services. Maybe next time.

*headache intensifies*

Xavier

Xavier(with a sleepy voice): Hello.

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Xavier: Are you calling from *famous food chain*?

Operator: No, we're calling from Xxx.

Xavier: Oh, sorry, I'm a bit sleepy, you said *famous food chain*, right?

Operator: No, we're just calling from Xxx to verify your address info

Xavier(mutters under his breath): Didn't I already write it while placing the order?

Xavier: It is *address info*

Operator: ....(hesitates, checks notes, convinces herself she informed him as it should be)

Operator: Thank you for your time. Have a good one.

Rafayel 1

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Rafayel: Oh my God, I was just about to call you if you didn’t call me first.

Operator: Is there a problem?

Rafayel: Yes, there’s a big problem. I’m a famous artist, if I may say so myself. I’ve been doing this for years, and everyone knows the quality of my work and the care I put into it. However, on your platform, my rating is 4.6 out of 5, and there are no comments or explanations for that. Unbelievable! I came to know about it thanks to one of my clients, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw it. On other platforms, I have 5 out of 5, it has never been lower. Seeing that 4.6, I was so upset and shocked that it took me days to recover...

Operator: .... (isn't 4.6 actually pretty good?)

Operator: You're right, it must have been really shocking. I will inform the relevant teams about your request. If there is a mistake, I'm sure they will deal with it accordingly

Rafayel: Thank you, thank you, please tell them dear. My reputation is on the line here. Honestly, I’m so affected by this, I can’t even bring myself to open your page without shaking. I don’t want to see anything related to Xxx until this is fully resolved

Rafayel 2

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Rafayel: ....

Operator: Can you hear me?

Rafayel: I beg you...

Operator: Pardon..?

Rafayel: I beg you as a fellow human being, please don't call me. Every time I hear the phone ringing, I get really excited and rush to answer it, all happy with butterflies in my stomach. But then it's always you sellers or advertisers.

Rafayel: You're making me want to cry. You're toying with my feelings and hopes, making my life miserable. I can't take it anymore. I DON'T WANT YOUR CALLS

Operator: ...I'm sorry

Caleb ft. MC

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

MC: Hi, how can I help you?

Operator: We're updating our database. Can I ask you a few questions about your business?

MC: Of course!

The woman sweetly answers the questions, then a man's voice interrupts

Caleb: Who is calling?

MC: They are calling from Xxx for update.

Caleb: Close the phone. They are scammers.

MC: But they didn't sound like one. Also, it's free.

Caleb: Okay, I'll deal with it. (takes the phone)

Caleb(scary voice): What do you want?

Operator:........((⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)give back my cute lady!!!)

Zayne

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx. We realized that some of your branches lack important details. Could you help us?

Zayne: I apologize beforehand but how can I be sure that you're really calling from Xxx

Operator: We can't provide you with any concrete evidence on the phone, but we don't demand any private info that can harm you or your business. Also, you don't need to pay for anything. You can reach the customer support via the official website to verify our call later.

Zayne: Thank you for your explanation. Which of our branches do you want to learn about?

Operator: (looks at the screen to see 10 of them listed, screams internally )

-45 minutes later-

Zayne(smiles): Is it all?

Operator: Yes...(cries silently because nobody has been this patient with her through all of her life, and this operations manager continued to help her kindly even though it passed their lunch break)

#love and deepspace #lads #恋と深空 #恋与深空 #l&ds #lnds #rafayel love and deepspace #lads rafayel #caleb love and deepspace #lads caleb #sylus love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #lads sylus #lads zayne #lads xavier #luke and kieran

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littlelambscandyland · 2 days ago

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Hello! I've seen that your requests are open so if it's alright, is it okay if you write platonic yandere Tenth Doctor with a teen companion whom he just sees as his little one? And teen reader got so creeped out and tries to leave the TARDIS and him which in turn made the doctor forced to keep them in the TARDIS (kidnapping) with a special room already prepared for them Incase they tried to leave and it's basically a nursery where he would try to force the reader to age regress because in his words, reader is too young to make such assumptions and shouldn't be by herself.

Anyway thank you!

I'm literally living for this request rn. I really do think that the Tenth Doctor is a delusional yandere and I really love this concept and tying that in a little. I still feel new to writing for Doctor Who so I hope I characterized him properly. I hope you enjoy the story!

Surprise

^^Live reaction of when reader said she was going to leave^^

It's not that you didn't care for the Doctor, you just had to leave. It was all just too much. Every moment, every touch just felt wrong. Felt off. It was like he saw something that wasn't actually there when he looked at you. So you packed your bags, and you know he isn't happy about it, but you had to leave. Maybe you were overthinking, but you didn't think so. You thought this through, and things were weird.

Eventually, the little things just pile up. A few examples include...

Just the other day the Doctor insisted, in public, that you couldn't possibly understand how to feed yourself the food. Eventually you gave up fighting and were left with the alien hand feeding you in the middle of the foreign restaurant.

He's constantly explaining things to you like you were a toddler. Of course you thought he did that with all humans, but when he interacted with others, like Donna, he spoke to them like an adult. Yeah, you're a teen, but you're not a toddler, and you are definitely not stupid.

Another thing is, the Doctor insists on carrying you around places. He'll suddenly ask if you're tired then start carrying you around with his freaky alien strength.

You noticed he always pushes people away from you. Anytime someone tries to talk directly, unless it's one of the other companions, he stands between the two of you and dominates the conversation. It's quite isolating.

One time, during a particularly long adventure, he kept introducing you to people as his kid. Once again, he easily explained it was for the cover, but the way he acted and the way he said it felt deeper. The Doctor kept you by his side that entire trip; quite literally, as he held you on his hip half the time you were there.

Maybe it was just in his nature. You don't know anything about aliens, but you can't handle the oddities anymore. You need your life back without a lanky man, alien, dude trying to dote on you.

You didn't have too much to pack, most of your stuff was provided by the TARDIS. Of course, you wanted to take some more with you, but it just didn't feel right. You did pack some of the little trinkets the Doctor had gotten you over the past few months. Was it a few months or was it years? You haven't aged, so you're almost certain it's only been a few months, but then again, it feels like it's been a lot longer. You shake your mind clear and continue packing.

You throw your final outfit into your bag and zip it up. A sigh passes your lips as you sit on your bed. You feel terrible for leaving, you feel exhausted, you feel nervous, and you feel kinda liberated. You'll miss going on adventures, and you'll miss the Doctor. You just have to live your own life. You have to grow up, and it seems like he doesn't want you to do that.

A light knock startles you. Looking up you see the Doctor peeking his head inside nervously. You're glad he doesn't seem as upset as he was earlier when you told him you wanted to go home. You watch as he looks around your room. Seeing all the trinkets missing from your shelf and the suitcase on your bed he deflates a bit. Did he not realize you were serious? Watching the sad look in his eyes you assume he was more just hoping you weren't.

"All ready to go?" He holds an incredibly sad smile.

Guilt eats at your gut. "Yeah..."

The alien looks around one more time before clasping his hands with a forced enthusiastic smile. "Wonderful!" The Doctor looks at you for a second. "Well before you go I do have one last thing to show you."

You hesitate for a moment.

"C'moon one more mini adventure before you're off!" He smiles, almost devilishly. "We don't even have to leave the TARDIS."

"An inside adventure." You muse with a small smile. It wouldn't hurt. You couldn't lie, you were curious.

The Doctor holds his hand out to you with a bright smile. Slightly giddy, you grab his hand and let him lead you out of your room. Now that you think of it, that's another thing he enjoyed, he was always holding your hand. You both walk down the halls of the TARDIS in a silence that was much less awkward than earlier. The Doctor's mood already seems to have lifted from earlier.

After a few minutes you start to wonder more frequently where the two of you were walking. You always forget how big the TARDIS really is.

"What are showing me anyways?"

The Doctor smiles back at you. You always did look at him with stars in your eyes. "It's a surprise."

"Ugh, lame!" You jokingly complain.

Eventually you end up near a pretty familiar looking door. It was the Doctor's bedroom. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You've been in there once or twice before. Your most prominent memory was when you were sick and the alien insisted on having you stay with him instead of sleeping alone.

"Why are we here?" You question again.

"Still a surprise." He leans down with a slight playful whisper.

He opens the door, swinging it open with a playful "Allons-y" and a gesture to go in. You roll your eyes at him, but follow in anyways. Waiting for him to direct you, you take a second to look around. The room looks as nice as you remember. It was the stars randomly placed that really interested you. The different decorations take your attention for a few seconds.

"Little Star?" The Doctor calls to you.

You were waiting for him to finally call you one of his random nicknames again. Either way, you draw your attention back to him. He grins wider as he points at a door. A door you don't remember being there before, but then you've never really investigated the Doctors room before.

"Well... Open it." He says with a dramatic push.

You grin, he really thought you were gonna make it easy on him. "What if I don't want to?" You challenge.

The doctor quickly falls into a playful scowl. "Oh, you know you want to."

You giggle at the goofy face he makes.

"C'moon!"

You laugh again before opening the door. Once again, your face scrunches with confusion when you walk through the door. You're greeted with a very colorful, very pastel room. No, not just a room, it was very obviously a nursery. Some of the items seemed off size-wise, like the crib was much too big for a baby and the princess dresses hanging on the rack wouldn't fit a child.

You're a bit frozen in place as you try to figure out just exactly why the Doctor wanted to show you this. Frozen as you try to figure out what exactly this is. When you shake out of it, you turn to look at him. Creepily, he's just staring at you with a big smile.

Seeing your confused face he frowns just a bit. "Don't you like it?"

"It's a nursery right?" He nods. "Then, why would I like it?" You're almost angry with the situation and the confusion he's causing.

Really you're just scared to be proven right. Scared to be proven his actions were far from normal.

"Well it's yours!" His laugh borders hysterics. A nervous, excited noise. "I wasn't going to show you so soon, but you've come to that silly conclusion that you can just pop off on your own, and well I can't just let you run off like that."

"Doctor, you're scaring me."

Your facade of calmness fails you as both your voice and hands shake. What the hell is he going on about?

"Oh," He steps forward and you step back. "I know. Such a small thing," The Doctor shakes his head. "So naive and sweet. Of course you're scared. But! That is one of the reasons why this is good for you. You're so young and you make all these silly assumptions, you can't possibly take care of yourself."

"Doctor, I want to go home." You interrupt his rant.

"The TARDIS is your home!" He sounds close to anger when he shouts it.

You can feel your chest tightening. The alien looks a mixture of manic and lovesick. You've never seen him like this. You were terrified.

"I've taken very good care of you, but I can take even better care of you here. Isn't that nice? No more worrying, no more problems." The Doctor comes up to you too quickly for you to back away and wraps you in his arms. "You're so young, pet, you don't know what's good for you," He says, running fingers through your hair. "But I do."

"I want to go home."

His arms tighten around you. "No."

Tears fall in lumps down your face. You try to push the Doctor off of you but he doesn't budge. Instead, he lifts you off the ground and starts rocking in his arms.

"Please, let me go." You sob out.

"Oh, I know it's so much to handle for you right now, but I promise it'll be okay. Papa's got you."

#age regression #age regressor #agere #little space #yandere agere #doctor who agere #caregiver the doctor #caregiver tenth doctor #platonic yandere

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drdemonprince · 17 hours ago

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so i wanted to get involved with a local mutual aid group, and in filling out their volunteer interest form, they have a box where you affirm that you aren't a cop or "affiliated in employment or otherwise with the department of homeland security". i live with someone who works for DHS, so since seeing this form, i've really questioned whether i should put myself in mutual aid, activist, etc spaces at all. i worry it puts others at risk, and i worry that because i didn't consider this a risk before, i'm not capable of accurately assessing risk to others in activist spaces. i don't know what risk my household member who works for DHS poses realistically to these efforts, but it makes me really anxious to think that i can't figure it out. i know i can still support movements by doing things like contributing financially when i can (although the reason i live with this person who works for DHS is because i can't financially support living independently......) but i'd be happy to do more than that, and i can't figure out if that's safe. do you have any perspective on this? thank you

I think it is true living with someone who works for DHS could make you a liability to any kind of radical organizing *for now*. I hope that others will share their thoughts in the notes, but generally speaking if your DHS-employed housemate is going to be at all aware of your comings and goings, close associates, habits, has access to your computer and phone and other private items, etc, it could pose a genuine risk to you and everyone you make contact with.

My recommendation would be to keep your involvement to publicly announced events and really uncontroversial initiatives -- feeding people, community gardening, coat drives, handing out masks and naloxone, clothing swaps, that kind of stuff. You can still lend a helping hand that is very much needed to keep people fed & looked after and that stuff is just as needed as the riskier stuff. You could also do some record-keeping type stuff of non-controversial, legal/relatively legal efforts -- like my local mutual aid group always needs someone to answer the phone and fill out a spreadsheet with requested items that neighbors need.

If it is possible to leverage your connection with a DHS worker to gather information that would be useful to organizers and do things like tip them off before raids happen or let them know if there is going to be a state presence at any actions they are planning, that would be a VERY EXCELLENT THING FOR YOU TO DO but it is RISKY. Consider how and if you can take advantage of the right moment should it arrive -- this would mean developing relationships with organizers and getting into some encrypted chats with them in advance so you could pass intel along. You might not feel adequately prepared for any of that yet, in which case your work right now might be more fully informing yourself, building relationships, and doing kind of safe mutual aid work. Which is all really valuable stuff.

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thecheshireprincess · 2 days ago

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i know i am so behind on comments, asks, and messages and i am SO SORRY 🥺 i have been only partially present on this app trying to get so many amazing ideas written and published 💕 but rest assured ✨️ this is my happy place and i'm doing well. i do, however, READ all of your comments and i am so blown away by you guys - thank you thank you thank you for being here 🫶🏻

i will make my lack of personality up to you by promising to post all of these completed things between now and Monday (and i will catch up with everything even if i have to be awake for 72 hours straight 🥰):

○ Finality (Kyuma x F!Reader) 🔥

○ You Can Take It (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥

○ Kiss the Girl -> The Game Itself Chapter VIII (YES you are really reading that correctly 😱) 💕✨️

○ House of Mirrors (Chishiya x F!Reader) 🔥

○ The Beginning -> Part of the One Look Collection 💕✨️

○ I Warned You (Chishiya x Pregnant!Reader) -> Part Two to I Changed My Mind 💕🔥

○ Princess of Diamonds Part II 💕✨️

quick reminder that you can check out my WIPs here for a description of most of these and the other things i'm working on 🫶🏻 i do update that list about once a week, and you might even find some Easter eggs if you check it 😜

couple FAQs this week:

- Teron is fine, thank you so much for asking 💕🥰 you guys are so kind to us, and i am so grateful

- YES i will still accept requests, literally always ✨️ please just give me grace bc my brain comes up with a ridiculous number of ideas, too. BUT I WILL MAKE MAGIC FOR YOU AS SOON AS I CAN 💕

- yes i have tag lists: everything, one for each series/collection, and one per character; send me a message and let me know what you'd like to be added to 💃🏼

tell me how you're doing and what you're most excited to see? i really love you guys so much, i can't wait to catch up with everything this weekend!

#talia talks #alice in borderland #aib #fanfiction #ima wa no kuni no alice #chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #the game itself #suguru niragi smut #chishiya smut #alice in borderland smut #kyuma x reader smut #kyuma alice in borderland #kyuma x reader #niragi x reader smut #alice in borderland niragi #princess of diamonds #aib kyuma #aib niragi

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dandysworld-meh-imagines · 23 hours ago

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Bassie x reader please? She’s my favorite out of the Easter toons! :D

Bassie X Reader Headcanons!

She's also my favorite out of the Easter toons! I totally didn't expect her personality to be like this, she really needs a hug sobs. She's the last one I need next to Bobette and Astro!! Here you go, dear! Thank you for requesting! <3

I'm also taking this chance to say that you all can now request for the Easter toons!! Twisted or not! I think I have an okay grasp on them to write now (though I might make mistakes)!! The masterlist got some upgrade too, hehe.

-Anna

-Oh, how she loves spending time with you! She feels herself feeling calm and smiling more often when you are around. It really helps with her overthinking or when she is feeling tense and anxious for seemingly no reason. At first, Bassie will never make it known that she fears being replaced, she always avoids it and avoids bringing it up. Laughing a bit too much if something like that comes up or you want to spend time with her and not Cocoa for example.

-She doesn't hate Cocoa, but her fear makes her act cold to her, she doesn't want her help, she doesn't need it, she's independent enough! It makes her calm down when you come to her for help or to spend time with her, she might feel happy enough to laugh a bit too much. It kinda was rubbing you off the wrong way but at the end, maybe you figured out that's how she was, the feeling in your stomach never left though. Asking her if she was alright would just make her have this forced smile as she reassures you that she is perfect fine.

-Pressing flowers together with her makes her feel the calmest, she loves doing that with you and it's when you noticed that she's acting more calmer, happier. It gets you to think a lot but for now, you are just happy to spend time with her, you really do love her, after all! Even her words are more firm and stable as she talks to you, she has this calming and warm aura around her that you adore. It's also nice if Flyte joins you two! Everyone has a good time as they press on flowers and do all sorts of cool things with them! Bassie loves to collect the ones you did, it makes her feel warm inside, it helps with the anxiety.

-When you accept Cocoa's offer for help or just spend time with her, Bassie feels nervous but she totally understands. She knows she might not be as helpful as Cocoa, who has a lot of experience helping others and was so kind to ask everyone if they needed anything, because she could help them. When you come back to Bassie, you do notice the nervous expression on her face as she looks away. Trying to comfort her in any way would make her try to convince you that she is totally fine! Nothing wrong! She totally isn't stuttering trying to convince you otherwise, nope!

-Sometimes the fear becomes too much that she can't keep it together and she cries to you or even on you if you hold her close. She breaks down for a good while in silence, she feels pathetic and wishes that she could just be as good as Cocoa, she is afraid of getting replaced, on relying on others yet she was here, sobbing in your arms, she felt ashamed. When she recovers a bit is when she doesn't care anymore and tells you what she has been feeling all this time, she is afraid, she doesn't know what to do to be better and better and be actually worthy of the title "main" toon.

-You try your best to be here for her whenever she needs. Bassie wants to get better and stronger and you do your best to help her. She really appreciates it and also is happy for your advice that you give her, she wants to take it well and remember it desperately when she starts to struggle with her thoughts on things. She tries hard not to let her fears get the best of her but please give her some time, hold her well if she starts breaking down again. You really do see her try better and that to get over them and feel like a proper main toon without any of those difficulties.

-Affection gets her very shy, flustered or even tense but she quickly relaxes enough to lean against your side. You still remember the first time you ever held hands or even left a kiss somewhere on her face, you watched as she felt very flustered, her face red as she hid it with her hands, refusing to look at you for a good while. She is more comfortable now and doesn't shy away as much, even leaning against your gentle touch in this comforting silence. If you don't mind, you can talk and she will quietly listen to your every word as those scary thoughts go away.

-Bassie really likes all the gifts you give her and she keeps them safe somewhere, making sure nothing would ever harm them. She tries making you gifts as well, they are more flower related things but she can also try her best to make them related to your interests! She feels warm and smiles if you enjoy them and thank her, she feels like she did a good job. She just hopes you like the other future gifts she will make for you.

-She really loves it when you two sit on the grass on the Easter map, just enjoying the view or even watching the others run around and many more, hunting eggs or just relaxing like the two of you. You two can also try an egg hunt together! Either alone or together as you explore around, will you two best Eggson? Only one way to find out! She loves doing things together with you and having fun like this makes her feel nice. Even just sitting close to you in the grass as you count the eggs you found makes her smile.

-She really hopes that you also don't replace her for another lover, it's something she fears even more than being replaced as a main toon. You mean so much to her and you are the one that helps her feel slowly more confident and that about herself. Bassie truly does appreciate you a lot and she loves you so much, she hopes you can see that even if she can be quite a mess. You help ground her and she wants to do her absolute best for you and for her to keep the main title. You make her feel happy and she wouldn't know what to do without you in her life, she hopes you see the day where she is strong enough to only stand up by herself.

Thank you for requesting! <3

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hii!! i just discovered your profile and i have to say it’s very nice to meet you :p criminal minds AND yj fan?? ughh i love it

idk if you’re currently taking requests like these!! but… i’ve been daydreaming about an au where cm and yj are in the same universe (like postprison reid era) the reader is one of the survivors and started working with the bau, keeping her past a secret with only emily knowing that she survived a plane crash (no more than that) for obvious hiring reasons

then she starts getting really close to spencer starting as friends because spencer sees the pain she’s carrying and without pushing her he helps her find some comfort

i personally love the friends to lovers trope and i know it’s probably unrealistic but i’m rewatching both yj and cm and i keep imagining a fic scenario where reader confesses some parts of her trauma back in the wilderness (reader being friends with natalie and the “good” team, not participating in any violent things but being part of the awful things they did to survive) not confessing everything because she feels like some things need to stay buried 💔 aaand spencer being like so supportive like i can’t believe you went through that and maybe remembering he read about that once

i’m so sorry if this is too much or too messy 😞 english isn’t my first language and i get too excited thinking about scenarios lol but please do it only if you’re interested! i know it takes a lot of work ☹️ anyways i’m very happy i found your acc!!! gonna read all of your travis fics

have a wonderful day/night :p 💗

I'm in love with this idea dude, this makes so much sense! Thanks for making me gasp and immediately go close my homework and write this 🤭. Sorry if this feels out of character or rushed but this was just a quick dump :) Ive also never written for Spencer before so it might be a little silly.

WARNINGS!

Mentions of death, suicidal ideation

[Crashing into you]

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Joining the FBI wasn't the plan, well not originally. Working at a bistro for 4 years, getting an education and going through the FBI academy was way off your radar, but at some point your boring mundane life riddled with trauma became something more. There was no sign from the universe, or magical moment, it just happened. Getting your masters in Criminal justice was a way to distract your mind, to focus on something else and try to move on from the past.

So walking into the FBI’s behavioral analysis unit, preparing to hand in your resume after completing the FBI academy felt like somewhat of a fever dream.

“Emily Prentiss, unit chief” Said the dark haired lady standing up from her desk to shake your hand. “Y/N L/N” You extended your hand and took a deep breath.

That day was the start of a new chapter, one where you weren't defined by your past. One where you could help others and change the world despite what you've been through. Of course your boss had to know, Emily was very understanding. She never pressed or asked for any details, but she was aware of the fact that you were a yellowjacket.

The rest of the team never knew, and you liked it that way. The adjustment was huge, moving from your hometown in New Jersey to Virginia and having to completely redefine who you were, it was refreshing. After 16 months you finally had the hang of it, it was a hard job you couldn't deny that. But after all you'd been through, the things that got to the others seemed to fly right past you.

Over time you started making friends.Yes,all your friends were from work, but you wouldn't have it anyother way. The girls were welcoming and treated you like you belonged. Girls nights and karaoke outings with JJ, Emily and Garcia were some of the best nights. Going to dinner at Rossi’s and laughing with the team. But one of the most important people in your life was Spencer.

You were aware of his past, not all of it of course, but he seemed like someone you could trust. He was different, he didn't care about superficial things. Every conversation felt easy and seamless. Over time you two became close, quickly advancing from co-workers to friends hanging out outside of work, going to museums, going out for coffee, having movie nights at his apartment. You couldn't deny it, sure he was weird, but so were you. Both riddled with scars, both rejected from society, somehow it just made sense.

During your time at the BAU, the memories of the wilderness had started to fade, slowly, like frost melting off sun-warmed glass. The longer you stayed in this world of logic and paperwork, of cases and killers, the more distant that other world felt. Less vivid. Less consuming. Less real.

But the wilderness has a way of finding you again. Always.

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It began with dreams. Not the surreal, tangled kind, but vivid, visceral ones, memories that clawed their way back into your mind with terrifying clarity. At first it was once a week. Then every night. You’d wake up breathless, heart pounding, and unable to distinguish between then and now.

You started sleeping less. Upped your caffeine intake. Told yourself it was just a rough patch. But the exhaustion settled in your bones like winter. You were slower at work. Detached. Cases started to hit too close. Sometimes a scene or a victim's photo would make you freeze, your hands still, your mind gone elsewhere. No one said anything, but you knew they noticed.

Especially Spencer.

He’d started watching you more closely a few weeks back. He always noticed the details, how your laugh had become less frequent, how you stopped quoting random facts back at him, how you canceled movie night for the first time in two years. You hadn’t missed a single one since you joined the team.

And now… now even just showing up was a battle.

You walked into the bullpen late, clutching an iced coffee like it was armor. Today was a paperwork day, no field assignments, which meant fewer questions. You just needed to survive the day. That was all.

From across the bullpen, Spencer glanced up from his files, brows slightly furrowed. He’d been working across from you since you started, his calm presence usually comforting. You’d developed a quiet rhythm: passing notes, nudging feet under desks, sharing playlists. But lately, that rhythm had broken. Your side of it had gone silent.

“Are you going to Rossi’s tonight?” Spencer asked softly, like he was trying not to startle you.

You didn’t look up. “I don’t think so.”

He adjusted in his seat, posture more alert. “You know… if something’s going on, you don’t have to keep it to yourself.”

Your stomach twisted. “Yeah, well. I don’t have to tell you either,” you snapped, standing abruptly, your chair scraping across the floor.

You didn’t mean to lash out. You just did. The pressure was too much, the dam cracking. You stormed out of the bullpen, barely holding it together as you ducked into a multipurpose room and slammed the door shut behind you. The walls felt like they were closing in.

You slid down against the wall, breath caught in your throat, tears slipping from your eyes before you could stop them.

Everything you’d built here… everything you loved… would it survive if the truth came out? Would you?

You’d spent so long burying that part of yourself that now, when it clawed its way out, you didn’t know how to carry it.

A sob escaped before you could stop it. Then the door creaked open behind you.

“Spencer,” you whispered hoarsely, not even looking. “Go away. I don’t want you here.”

A pause. Then, his voice, soft, but steady. “No offense, but… I think you’re lying.”

You laughed, bitter and wet. “I’m serious. I don’t need you here.”

He walked in anyway and knelt beside you, not too close, just near enough to be present. His hand reached out, not to force, just to offer.

“Y/N,” he said gently. “You don’t have to tell me everything. But you don’t have to hold it all by yourself either.”

You stared at his hand, at the warmth and safety it offered. For a moment, you hesitated. Then, you reached out and took it.

He sat down beside you in silence.

Minutes passed. Maybe more. Then, you finally spoke.

“Do you remember, in the ’80s, that girls’ soccer team whose plane went down in the wilderness? They were stranded for 19 months.”

Spencer’s brows lifted slightly. “The Yellowjackets. Yeah. I remember. Cannibalism rumors, media frenzy. Most survivors went underground after the rescue.”

You nodded slowly, eyes fixed on the far wall.

“I was on that plane.”

His breath caught, almost imperceptibly.

“I survived those 19 months,” you said, quieter now. “But surviving… it didn’t end when we got rescued.”

You glanced at him then, just for a second. His face was unreadable, but his hand held yours a little tighter. You looked away again.

“I’m not going to tell you everything,” you said, voice thin. “But… I did things. Things I never want to say out loud. And now the memories are back. I can’t sleep. I can’t focus. And I’m scared. Not just of what I remember. I’m scared of what happens if people know.”

There was a long silence. You waited for judgment. Disgust. Fear.

But Spencer only leaned forward, voice barely above a whisper.

“You were a child. Trapped in an impossible situation. Surviving something like that… it doesn’t make you wrong or broken. It makes you human.”

You blinked at him, unsure whether to believe it.

He continued, voice soft but certain. “You don’t have to hide from me. Not now. Not ever.”

You shook your head. Not hard, not aggressive. Just… enough.

“There’s nothing to say that’s going to make it better.”

“Then don’t say it for that,” he replied, calm and steady. “Say it so you don’t have to carry it by yourself.”

You turned your head slightly, enough to look at him, not directly, just his hand still wrapped around yours, his thumb moving slowly, grounding you. A moment passed. Then another.

“I wasn’t supposed to come back,” you said, your voice nearly inaudible.

Spencer didn’t react, didn’t shift or flinch or ask for more. He just listened.

“There were so many of us at first. And then… there weren’t.” Your throat closed for a second, but you forced yourself to keep going. “Mari. Javi. Others. People who didn’t deserve to die. People who were good. Strong. Brave. Better than me.”

“They didn’t die because they were less deserving,” he said, careful not to sound like he was correcting you, just… reminding you.

You glanced at him. “But I didn’t live because I was more.”

He looked at you, really looked at you, and spoke with a quiet weight. “What makes you think you’re not?”

You didn’t have an answer. Not a real one. Only the storm in your chest.

“I did things, Spencer,” you murmured. “I made decisions I can’t forget. I crossed lines I wish I hadn’t. And I survived. But sometimes I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d died out there with them.”

Spencer’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes, there was so much in them. Grief. Compassion. Steadiness.

“Why?” he asked gently.

Tears burned your eyes again. You couldn’t speak. You nodded.

“I think,” he said slowly, “you’re carrying the pain of what happened and the pain of still being here. And you’ve convinced yourself that you have to carry both alone.”

You looked away. “I’ve never told anyone. Not really.

---

The laughter of your teammates filtered through the open doors of Rossi’s backyard, mingling with the faint hum of jazz playing from the speakers and the clink of glasses and silverware. You hadn’t planned to come. Even an hour ago, you weren’t sure you’d make it past your front door.

But Spencer had asked again, softly, gently, like he wasn’t expecting a yes but hoping for one.

And now here you were. Standing in the glow of patio lights strung overhead, holding a glass of something fizzy you hadn’t taken a sip of, watching JJ and Garcia argue about something ridiculous in the corner. Everyone seemed so alive. So normal.

You weren’t sure what that felt like anymore.

Spencer appeared beside you quietly, as he always did, his presence like a tether.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low.

You gave a small nod. “As okay as I get lately.”

He didn’t press. Just gave a half-smile and jerked his head toward the side of the house. “There’s a bench over there. Quieter.”

You followed him without hesitation.

The bench was tucked beneath a tree, a little patch of shade and silence away from the buzz of the party. You sat. He sat beside you. Neither of you spoke for a moment.

Then you inhaled. Shaky. Bracing.

“There’s something we did,” you said, eyes on the grass. “Out there. We called it the hunt.”

Spencer didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He waited.

“It wasn’t just… for food.” Your voice cracked on the last word. “It started that way. But it became something else. Something darker. Some of us, some of them, started believing it meant something. That it was necessary. A ritual. A choice.”

He looked at you, his expression unreadable but soft.

“I didn’t start it. I didn’t want to believe in it. But…” You shook your head. “There were times I didn’t stop it either. Sometimes I looked away. Sometimes I joined in.”

Your chest tightened like it was caving in. “That’s all I’ll say. I can’t… I can’t tell you more than that.”

Spencer reached over, slowly, and took your hand. His fingers threaded through yours like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

You finally looked at him. Expecting disgust. Expecting distance.

But there was only Spencer. Quiet. Steady. Still here.

“I love you,” he said gently. “Even the parts you’re afraid to show me.”

Your breath caught.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay,” you admitted.

“That’s fine,” he said. “I’m not here because I need you to be okay. I’m here because you don’t have to do this alone.”

You blinked hard. A tear slipped free, but you didn’t turn away.

You let him hold your hand. You let the silence settle between you.

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t beyond saving.

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