#WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THIS I COULD RLLY JUST SAY THANK U AND LEAVE IT AT THAT

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Could u possibly write a Hunter x Reader where the reader is friends with Cid so Hunter immediately assumes they're a horrible person, when in reality they're just a caretaker for their twin siblings and are just trying to get by

I've been thinking about this for days now and I'd love to see it written out (my writing is horrid lol)

I'm so sorry this took so long, I've been rlly tryna push though my lack of motivation 😭

Hunter with caretaker!Reader

- When Hunter firsts sees you in the bar, it's easy for him to assume that you're, well..

- Just as much of a good person as Cid

- And for that reason, he keeps contact to a minimum

- Only talking to you when needed, answering in short, cold sentences when in a conversation with you

- He especially keeps careful when with Omega

- Of course, she can handle herself, but he doesn't want her interacting too much with Cid, let alone anyone like her

- This keeps on for a while, until he has to leave Omega at Cid's again

- When he comes back, he's greeted by a surprising image

- Omega was happily chatting away with you, and you were reciprocating just fine

- He doesn't immediately trust you, but it certainly interests him

- Ever since then, Omega had been trying to convince Hunter that you're actually a great person

- Until one day, it's late and he finally decided to talk to you

- "You're good with kids.."

- He would start off, almost with a tone of surprise in his voice

- You're a friend of Cid, how can you be good with kids?

- But then you explain about how you have to work for Cid to provide for your younger siblings

- And he feels

- Kind of horrible, to be honest

- Here he was, assuming you were a bad person, when you were almost like him, just trying to get enough money to provide for your family

- He doesn't really apologise, since you didn't know what he thought of you, but you can feel him warm up to you after that

- He lets Omega talk to you whenever, if anything, he prefers when you two are together than Omega just staying back at Cid's alone or with anyone else

- He'll talk to you more openly, occasionally asking you for advice on how to handle kids

- Most importantly, if he gets any spare money (which is rare, I know), he tries to give it to you

- "Here. As thanks for watching over Omega when we're gone."

- He wants to support you more, since he knows your struggle, but he can only really give you a little money

- I feel like he wouldn't immediately try to romance you, since he's busy with work and family, and you're busy with work and family

- But he keeps the idea of you two in his mind, as some sort of comfort when he sleeps

- When they find Pabu, Omega immediately suggests they bring you and your siblings along (Hunter was already thinking of this before Omega even suggested it)

- And since they're already freeing themselves from Cid, they could do it again...

- So they do, and let you and your siblings settle down on the island

- It's... so much better than the living conditions on Ord Mantell

- Plus, now Omega gets to meet your younger siblings and hang out with them!!

- Hunter doesn't say anything, but it warms his heart to see Omega with other kids, watching them play with you and him sitting back

- He still doesn't want to confess to you, since he still has things to do

- But moments like these, he feels at home, having you with him and Omega and the other kids happy

- Maybe after/during S3, he gives a very awkward confession, even though at that point you're unknowingly dating already

- But he wants to make it official, so you two can settle down on Pabu comfortably

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - April 15th

grounded anon, buzzcut anon (new), niche anon (new), @baskingestshark, @nidoole, 100% anon (new)

grounded anon

Hello again n

So the situation has gotten worse. I went out in a shopping trip with my nana and we went to Barnes and noble. I got the sun and the star because I had been wanting it for hears and figured it'd be easy enough to hide. My nana, my lovely love to nana, just had to yap. She told my mom I got 2 books ,(other one was sunrise on the reaping) and I knew I was dead. When I get back home, !y mom all but demands to see my books. She then yells at me, saying "I thou th t I told you to cut this out!" And then she took my book away. I was pissed off, so I yelled back 'give me back my book! Its mime and I paid for I with my own money!' I had not meant to yell at her. It wss a complete mistake. She then said to never talk like that to her again. That was on monday. She has barely spoken to me this week, and when she does its cold and commanding. She's treating neither of !y siblings nor my dad like this, only me.

She had also been fat shaming me the day before. I had asked her if I could borrow some jeans from her (since mine were all dirty or didn't fit me) she asked why and I said the parenthisis thing. When she asked why again, I said "wdym??" She then said that maybe my stuff doesn't fit me because I never leave my room and get exercise

So yeah. She also took away the shitty blue Amazon tablet thjng, but I just got it back

Tysm for the previous advice. Your so genuinely awesome sauce and I hope you have a lovely day

Sincerely, grounded anon

I'm so sorry, your mom sounds so awful <3 I truly don't understand parents who act like that. Remember that you don't deserve that. You deserve unconditional love. What about your nana, is she supportive? COuld you talk to her and make her promise not to tell?

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buzzcut anon

ok so i’ve been thinking of getting a buzzcut

i’m a 17 yr old girl and when I was younger I was in love with my long hair and refused to even cut it, but during covid I got bored and cut it up to my chin and I rlly liked it like that. Recently i’ve been growing it out again to below shoulders cause I wanted to be able to style it again (funny cause I suck at styling hair I can barely do plaits) and I do like it this length. I thought it’d grow it out again, maybe cut it and donate it to charity like I did last time. But lately i’ve been tempted to get a buzzcut. It’s not so much of a gender thing, but I do kind of want to look more masculine sometimes, but more like, I want to look like a masculine women, if that makes sense. But that’s not the main reason, I mostly just think it’d be a vibe. (Also it’s kind iconic in the future to be like oh yh I had a buzzcut). But I also dunno abt it cause, I have to consider that it’s not just a buzzcut but the weird one in between growth stages to grow it back out to chin length, and all of it will take at least 18 months, very likely more like 2 years. I’m in yr12 now so if I did it at the summer it’d be a year of year 13 and then my hair would be rlly short for uni, if I just grew it out straight from the buzzcut. Also when I say buzzcut I mean shaving it off but like- with a little bit of hair still there, like 1cm or something. But like, I have straight hair so, what happens from there will it just grow flat on my head 😭 and my parting line, will it disappear or still weirdly be there? 😭 Yeah i’m thinking abt it still- idk why i’m asking u but like- any advice or magical knowledge abt buzzcut? THANKS ❤️

Hi! I know nothing about buzzcuts so I don't know the answer to a lot of your questions, but I think you should weigh the options. If you but it and you hate it, can you afford a wig or extensions? Do you have any important events in the next year or so (family wedding, for example) where a picture of you would be saved forever?

Honestly, you're young so I don't think it's a horrible idea. Hair grows back. But I'd just think through what to do if you don't like it. OH also could you use some of those filters that show what you might look like? That way you kind of know?

Update me when you decide!!

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niche anon

so I made a blog pretending to be a niche music artist/animator for fun bc I really like her work. Well it started gaining a bit of traction and someone who recently did cover art for one of her songs followed it and now I’m worried this is going to get out of hand help what do I do

Delete the blog. I mean I don't see anything good coming of this, you know? Maybe I've watched too much Catfish on MTV but you're just digging yourself a deeper hole by keeping it. Delete it.

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@baskingestshark

It's literally so random, but I need to vent somewhere. I'm doing tech for The Little Mermaid right now, and it was just opening night, but this one girl on my side of the stage keeps causing minor problems. Like during dress she almost missed cues because she wouldn't stop texting someone the whole entire show and then also proceeded to say how much she didn't like my friend who is also on stage crew right next to him. Which whatever you don't have to like everyone but like right next to him? And to his friend? Today, during opening, she complained about how upset she was and that she was locked out of her phone because she couldn't text during the show and later proceeded to knock stuff off a shelf for Ariel's gritti because she wasnt paying attention to cues our SM was giving. Idk it's all so minor and not a big deal, but at the same time, this has happened with other people and it has almost ruined things completely. Good news, though, opening night was amazing save for a few small things🥳. I just wish certain people would take tech more seriously when they volunteer for it.

OMG I used to be a techie! Yeah this is frustrating. COuld you ask your SM to have a general talk with everyone about the rules- no phones, being careful with props, etc, and hope she gets the message?

I'm glad opening night went well! <3

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@nidoole

Okokokokok SO I MIGHT BE GOING CRAZY RN

There is this girl a year older than me (who looks real androgynous but 3rd genders are a no-no here so l couldn't ask) who speaks English INSANELY good

And im a sucker for that thing (it's really rare for ppl to know English and even rarer for them to speak that good)

And we are on the same presentation team (for a competition between high schools) as backups (don't ask me why the other two who can't pronounce "period, properly, climate, thing, theoretically" are the main presenters)

We were preparing props today and we talked A LOT!!! They said "We are on the same wavelength" and "Wow I really like you" ARE THEY GAY??? DO THEY WANT A LOSER GF???? I. AM. READY. TO. MARRY. THIS. PERSON.

I'm like so nervous cuz talking to senior class students unprompted is really weird imo (and usually it only happens on Instagram between girls and guys who wanna date)

Should I text them???? Should I wait until the competitions end??? They are so so so cute and I wanna be with them 24/7 already and i'll be okay if we become just friends

Awww fun! Okay as a socially awkward person, what I would do is text them about something project-related, even if it's made up. and then see if the conversation continues, or if they just give one-word answers. Because that could be a sign of interest if they text you a lot, right?

I am NOT the best person to ask for dating advice, but that's what I'd do!

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100% anon

cas help

i think im a lesbian but its like not a 100% sure :(

so thats it just wanted to say it (well write it but still)

hope youre doing okay!!

Hi!

Good news! It's okay to not know! You don't ever have to pick a label if you don't want to! You can just decide who you want to date/find attractive as you go!

I know it's scary and overwhelming to figure things out, but I promise you don't have to figure it all out now <3 I'm proud of you for exploring your feelings!

[wrongcaitlyn]

Do you have any headcanons for the canon pjoverse???

oh my GOD DO I?? I HAVE SO MANY it's hard to even keep track of them all bc tbh i forget which ones are canon or not canon

in general i've put a *lot* of my hc's into my fics, specifically my because i'm a mirrorball series which is basically my version of will's backstory (even though a large amount of it was disproved by tsats... i'm just ignoring that bc it's already engrained in my head even though i did enjoy tsats)

i also think i share quite a few of the popular hc's of the fandom, just because i'm actually pretty new to it (read the pjo series in like september of 2022 i think? and then hoo and toa immediately after) and i consume fandom content to an unhealthy extent

HOWEVER here are some things i feel very strongly about

will is a swiftie. i think this is canon bc rick mentioned it during the tsats book tour i think?? or maybe cotg?? not sure but i DO think he said it at some point

and also his favorite album is fearless like he's that album's number one stan im sorry there's no other answer

nico can cook like rlly well

LEO NICO AND WILL FRIENDSHIP i know that leo lives at the waystation now. but. BUT. i'd like to think that he'd visit chb every once in a while and they'd be pretty good friends

adding on to that, aroace leo. caleo what? nope. leo is aroace and he was in denial and i actually wrote a whole fic about it because i just feel very VERY strongly about this

i just love the idea that even before toa, apollo was more present in his kids' lives than other gods. like, showing up in dreams and stuff. even if it came from a different purpose, like wanting to show off his poetry or music or whatever, he wasn't completely absent from their lives

i very much like the idea of will and nico sort of stepping up to be the "leaders"-ish of chb once percabeth leave for new rome. i mean, will already sort of is one with him being the head medic and also having seniority over a lot of the campers, and nico being a child of the big three like percy

percabeth returning to chb to create a sort of new rome type place for older demigods to live!! so they do not feel like they're going to die young immediately when arriving!!! bc they are children!! and deserve to live long lives!!!

i have a *lot* of thoughts about will and his trauma, but one of the main things i believe about him is that his fatal flaw is putting others before him and overworking himself. i think that being pushed into the head medic position from such a young age sort of emphasized this, though i also think (from my ideas of his childhood) that he was kind of always taught to put other people and other jobs at a higher priority than himself

nico dies first. i know i was just talking about them living long lives and i think that ends up being true, but also nico is a demigod child of hades and i think around his 30s would already be way longer than anyone would expect. anyway, i think that he dies first, simply because i cannot put that boy through any more, and i know i could say the same thing about will after having lost so much as well, but i think that the idea of nico being right at the entrance of the underworld by the river styx to welcome will once he dies (bc nico's the ghost king/prince of the underworld and isn't confined to elysium) is a very comforting thought

those are the main things i can think of right now just off the top of my head, but if there's any specific parts of canonverse that you'd like my thoughts about, feel free to ask! this didn't really cover a lot of like the general pjo/hoo timeline and it was mainly solangelo centric but likeee these are just things i thought of first! thank u for the ask!!

[luigisblueoveralls]

This is a rlly weird request but can u do Luigi x spiderwoman reader :o

It's not weird at all! It's different, but that's what I love doing it writing people's requests! Hope you enjoy it!

I Need a Hero

Luigi x Spiderwoman!Reader

Summary: You are Spiderwoman, and after saving the city one day, you walk home to find a short Italian man nearly getting robbed and you step in to help him.

Notes: I hope I did well on this one! I'm not familiar with Marvel at all, so I hope you enjoy it! There are no warnings for this one 😊

(L/N)=Last Name

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"Your usual, (L/N)?" The barista, Cadence, asked you.

"Yes, ma'am." You answer, pulling your wallet out.

"Oh, it's on the house today." Cadence stopped you.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, ma'am. For what you did for us yesterday, you deserve it." Cadence recalled yesterday events.

Yesterday, the beloved coffee shop of Brooklyn city was being robbed by a group of goons and luckily you, Spiderwoman, was able to save the day and take down the goons without anyone getting hurt, besides the goons.

"Oh really, it's no big deal. It's what I do." You comment, making Cadence smile at you.

Cadence finished making your drink and handed it to you. You then grabbed out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to Cadence.

"Take it, please. For your kindness." You reassured her.

"Thank you, Ms. (L/N). Enjoy your day." Cadence, thanks you as she took the tip from you.

"You too, Cadence." You say as you exit the store with your drink.

It has been a chill day so far here in Brooklyn City, and while you loved saving people and keeping peace in the city, you enjoyed a day where you didn't have to do much. You enjoyed being Spiderwoman, but it exhausted you as well. You felt as though it was hard to be a normal person since everyone knows your identity and what you look like, and people like to approach you all the time. Fans were nice and respectful most of the time, but it was the paparazzi and the news reporters that drove you nuts. But you had to go with the flow cause if you said the wrong thing, then they could twist it, and everyone would hate you, and you didn't want that. Not at all. You had just finished your drink and were tossing it in a nearby trashcan, thinking about what to do next.

"S-Stop!! Leave me alone! Help!" A voice cried out from a distance.

It sounded like it came from a young male, and thanks to your super hearing, you were able to pinpoint exactly where the voice was coming from. You quickly ran to where the voice was at and came across an alleyway. Down the ways was a group of thugs, picking up and throwing down a young, short male. What on Earth were they doing that poor young male?

"Give us all you got!" One thug yelled at him.

The young male wore green and sported a thick mustache.

"I-I already gave you everything I got! Just leave me alone, p-please." The young male pleaded.

The young male was terrified and practically trying to get away, but the thugs weren't having it. One of the thugs grabbed the young male by his overalls and held him up.

"Do we have to strip you down to prove it?" The thug threatened.

The young male's eyes went wide in fear. You could sense that he was, in fact being honest, but the thugs were just wanting to cause more harm for the hell of it. You couldn't stand to see this anymore.

"Hey!! Leave him the hell alone!" You scream out.

Three of the thugs looked at you in fear, realizing who you were, but the main thug who was holding the young male wasn't fazed by you.

"Heh, oh, look, it's Spider-Bitch!" The main thug laughed at you.

"Why don't we do this the easy way, and you just let that young gentleman go?" You announce, approaching them close.

The young male's eyes were locked on you. He was nonverbally begging you to save him. You gave him a reassuring look, trying to ease his worries.

"Why should I?" The thug taunted you.

You quickly shot a web at the thug which wrapped around his wrist, and you yanked the web down harshly, causing the thug to drop the young man but get beaten down to the ground. The young male immediately scooted far away from the scene and cowered in fest.

"You..you bitch!" The thug yelled as he was struggling to get up.

"Come on, man, let's go!" One of the scared thugs pleaded to him.

"NAH!! She thinks she can do that and be let go? I don't think so!!" The thug screams at you.

He was pissed off, but you didn't care.

"No, I just don't like it when people pick on others for no reason." You scowled.

The thug tried to throw a punch at you, but you caught it with your hand. Before he could even react, you headbutted him hard on his forehead. It hurt him, but it didn't even make you wince.

"Sh-Shit." The thug groaned in pain.

But he struggled to get to his feet as he tried to approach you, but you just shot a web at his leg, yanked on it, which caused him to fall face first onto the ground. The thug groaned in pain as the other three cowared in fear.

"Get him, get lost, and I won't throw y'all in jail."

The three thugs immediately grabbed the hurt thug that was on the ground and struggled to run away. You kept your eyes on the thugs until they were gone from sight. Thank God.

"Th-Thank you." A quivering voice spoke out.

You turned to find the young male on the ground, holding his legs to his chest, with his eyes gleaming up at you.

"You don't need to thank me, I promise. It's just what I do." You reassured the young male, squatting to get to his level.

The young male looked up at you fully. He was quite handsome, you thought. His big blue eyes, a mustache, and brown shaggy hair underneath the green hat he was wearing.

"Did they hurt you?" You ask to reassure him.

The young man pulled up his sleeve, and there was a nasty scab on his arm.

"Oh, here. Let me help you." You say as you take your glove off.

The young male was concerned, but he knew who you were. You were Spiderwoman, and he trusted you. You wrapped your hand around the scab, and you could feel your healing powers get onto his skin. The young male winced a little but he kept still.

"I'm sorry." You apologize.

"N-No, it's okay. You're helping." The young male reassured you.

As quick as it started, it was over. You released your hand and there was no scab there. Just smooth and clean skin.

"Oh wow. Thank you, Spiderwoman." He thanked you.

"Oh please. Just call me (Y/N). I insist." You sat.

You help the young male to his feet, and he is just barely taller than you.

"Oh, what's your name?" You ask.

The young male's face flushed pink a little but you didn't comment on it to avoid embarrassing him.

"Uh, Luigi." He answers.

"Aw, I like that name, Luigi." You say, and Luigi blushed some more.

"Want me to walk you to your place?" You offer, noticing it was getting dark out.

"Y-Yeah. I would love that, thank you, (Y/N)." Luigi thanks you.

"No problem, Luigi."

The two of you left the alleyway and started the walk to Luigi's place. As you both walked, you two started chatting it up and getting to know each other. Not only was he handsome but he was also super polite, kind and funny. He thought the same of you of course. You both were sadden when y'all both eventually arrived at Luigi's place but you asked for Luigi's number and to keep it a secret. Luigi had sworn to secrecy as you gave him your number. As you were leaving, you couldn't help but think of the friendship and possible relationship that was going to unfold with Luigi in the near future.

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I'm super proud of this one and I hope you enjoy it!!

[keisgirl]

hii, I rlly liked your angst w k and I'd love it if you'd do #16 for jo. ik its not rlly like him but I love the way my chest hurts when I'm reading good angst and that happened when I read ur fic for yudai :))

if you cant come up w the creative juices for that jo fic cuz ik he's the biggest sweetheart and I cant imagine him doing anything like your prompts. I'd like a Nicholas fic but like.. u know how he kinda looks intimidating and scary whenever he's not smiling (which is like never but still :D)

could you make the fic about how he had a long day or smth and u forgot to pick something up from the store or forgot to clean or cook or smth like that and he snaps at you. and the reader gets all scared and he doesn't even notice cuz he's so mad and tired and frustrated

(also if u want u can make the reader have like.. past relationship trauma and this makes it all worse for them)

thank you!!! :))

YES OMG YES BABES OF COURSE (ill also do nicho soonnnn)

#16

andteam jo x reader

the silence in the room is suffocating, the kind that presses against your chest, making it hard to breathe. jo stands by the door, his bag slung over his shoulder, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and resignation.

“you really are leaving, aren’t you?” you whisper, the words barely leaving your lips before they start to burn.

jo doesn’t look at you immediately. his gaze is fixed on something distant, like he’s trying to find a way to escape the pain that’s radiating between you both. finally, after what feels like an eternity, he meets your eyes.

“i have to,” he says quietly, his voice strained. “it’s not just about us anymore. it’s about andteam, about lune, about everything.” his words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of his career, the fandom that expects him to always be perfect, always be someone they can admire from afar.

you want to scream. you want to demand why he can’t just stay with you, why his life as jo, the idol, has to take precedence over everything else. you want to make him see that it doesn’t matter, none of it matters, if it means losing him.

“but you promised,” you choke out, a tear slipping down your cheek. “you promised you’d never leave me. you said we’d make it work.”

he flinches at your words, a shadow passing over his face. he knows the promise he made. he knows he can’t keep it.

“i know,” jo says, his voice breaking. he steps closer, but the gap between you feels like a canyon. “but i’m not just jo anymore. i’m a member of andteam. i’m lune’s idol. and... sometimes, that means giving up the things i want the most.”

you shake your head, a sob threatening to escape. “you think i don’t understand? you think i don’t see what you’re going through? but jo... i don’t care about any of that. i just want you. i just want us”

his eyes soften for a moment, but it’s fleeting, gone as quickly as it came. he runs a hand through his hair, the weight of his decision settling heavily on his shoulders.

“i’m not the same person you met,” jo murmurs, almost to himself. “the longer i stay, the more i drag you into a life that you didn’t ask for. you deserve more than that. you deserve someone who can be there for you, who doesn’t have to keep running away.”

the words cut through you like glass. you want to scream at him, to tell him that he’s wrong, that you can handle it—that you can handle him. but his eyes, full of sadness and guilt, stop you from saying anything more.

“i love you,” jo says quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “but sometimes, love means letting go. for your sake. for mine.”

and just like that, he turns, his back to you as he heads for the door. each step feels like it’s echoing through your heart, and you stand there, unable to move, unable to speak. you can feel the door shutting between you both, the finality of it tearing you apart.

“jo...” you whisper, the name barely escaping your lips as your heart shatters. “please…”

but there’s no answer. just the faint sound of his footsteps fading away, and the cold, empty silence that follows.

you stand there, staring at the door, the weight of his absence settling over you. you know this is the end, that nothing will ever be the same again. the world outside, with its bright lights and the overwhelming love of lune, will continue. and jo, the idol, will move forward, his fans cheering for him, never knowing the part of him that you once held so close.

but you will always remember him as him. the person who promised to stay. the person who, in the end, walked away.

and all you can do is stand there, lost in the quiet, wondering how something that felt so real could end like this.

[seiwas]

sel I wanna hear the deets of how u and ur bf developed feelings!!!!

niku!! 🥺 welcome to the sleepover!! ✨ omg thank u for asking 🥹 im surprised i haven't told you yet tbh but!!! here goes!!!

let's have a sleepover!! 💗 send me any questions/stories you wanna share!!!

the summer before our senior year of hs we attended this extra study thing to prep us for college admissions!! at this point we were really good friends!! went to junior prom together and everything!! and we were talking almost everyday, but it was rlly just friends!! we didn't coordinate the schedule or anything bc we were both busy with our own stuff apart from the classes but we literally ended up being classmates 😭 like out of all the timeslots we coincidentally ended up in the same one & we were seatmates too!!

the teachers in those classes would tease us a lot cos we sat together in the corner at the front, i'd draw random doodles on his book for him to find later on 😭, and he and his family would drop me home every time they came to fetch him!! because i lived really nearby.

i developed feelings for him that summer, but honestly i think i was denying it for a long time and just admitted it to myself then 😭 a lot of girls found him cute (i did too, when i first met him! but didn't entertain it then bc i had a thing with another guy for a bit (who i'm also still friends with today omg this is another story...)) but!! bc lots of girls were trying to talk to him, i wanted to make sure that i was talking to him out of genuine intent of wanting to be his friend!!

anyway! so i developed feelings the summer before our senior year of hs and tried so hard to make it go away because i didn't want to ruin the friendship 😭 so we spent that year getting closer, talking everyday, going out just the two of us, doing each other's snapchat streaks if the other would be away (if you know that omg) + we were eachother's top snapchat streaks lmao and i thought i was over it!! until i found out that he was considering college abroad.

honestly i think my heart sunk a bit, but also! it was kind of the closure i needed? like. i was set on letting my feelings die along with him leaving for college, y'know? and we could still be friends. but we got together before the year ended so i guess! no need for feelings to die? (then we did ldr for 4 years!)

whenever i ask him how his feelings developed, he can never give me an answer!! but his brother told me recently that i was the only one he was chatting with constantly back then 😭 like he was notoriously bad at replying, as in 2 days delayed shdbfhgs but his brother said that he'd leave others on delivered and just talk to me (still delayed... like a day but HAHAHA better than nothing!!!) & whenever i ask my bf what caused the shift from just friendship to smth more, he always says it's bc he felt & saw a love/care that was different with me (?), like... one that he wouldn't be able to find anywhere else? (sounds sooooo funny now when you think about it, him at 18 thinking that when he's literally never been romantic ever but! maybe he was onto smth bc we're here now 5 years later...)

[dpnovach4n]

Gloria & Gracy intercations (Virgo came up with Split's :3):

Bive: YOU

Bive: WELL- BOTH OF YOU

Gracy: ❓

Gloria: Can we help you ?

Bive ARE YOU GUYS ACTUALLY MADE OF STARS!?!

Bive: OR DO YOU ONLY COME FROM THEM??

Gloria: That's actually a good question, I'm not entirely sure of the answer

Gracy: 🤔

Gloria: You just gave us something to think abt !

1===1

Gracy: 🐱‼️

DrRETRO: Mrow? (Yes?)

Gracy: ✨️

Gracy: :D

DrRETRO: Meow mrp mew (I'm iffy about if I understood that correctly.)

Gloria: She said you look cool !!

DrRETRO: Meow! Mow mrow!! (Oh so I did! Thank you for that!!)

Gracy: 🤗

1===1

FleshCousin: Rocks the wave to the sound of the birds

Gracy: ❓

Gloria: Excuse me, uh, it ?

Gloria: I'm not sure we understand what you mean ?

FleshCousin: Those of the stars of the water of the tree

Gloria: It might be best to leave it in it's own world, Gracy

1===1

Folly: Are you guys sure you’re okay

Gracy: 🤨

Gloria: Why wouldn’t we be ?

Folly: What about your parents? Who’s to say that they’re all still in one piece.

Gloria: Well, we’re now 50% positive that all 3 of them are alright

Gloria: You didn’t do anything to them right ?

Gloria: No what am I saying, they’re all the way out in space. You couldn’t.

Folly: Couldn’t I?

Gracy: 😕

Gloria: You scare me a bit miss ! I think we should stop talking.

1===1

Gloria: Hey ! We're both from space !

Gloria: Isn't that cool ?

Gnarpy: ZIP IT CONZTELLATION

Gnarpy: My kind iz far zuperior

Gracy: 🤨

Glroia: Ur like rlly rude

Gloria: U know that ?

Gnarpy: Az if I care!

1===1

Infected: y0, s0 y0u guy5 4r3 l1k3...

Infected: tw0 p30pl3

Infected: 1n 0n3 b0dy? 0_o

Gloria: Correct !

Gloria: 50% of the gemini constellations are actually conjoined like us !

Gracy: 😁

Infected: w04h ! th4t5 5up3r c00l !!

1===1

Lampert: Is it dirty up there in space?

Lampert: I think there's such thing as space dust, right?

Gloria: There is ! Though it can be hazardous, not only to humans but to constellations, so me and Gracy were taught from young age to avoid it !

Lampert: Then, its safe to say you're not covered in dust?

Gracy: XD

Gloria: No, me and Gracy actually tend to keep ourselves pretty clean !

Lampert: That's good.

1===1

Gloria: I like ur hat, mannequin man !

Mannequin Mark: Thank you, kindly!

Mannequin Mark: I like yer guys' sweater, but the hat not just fer show!

Mannaquin Mark: I'm a wood makin' mannaquin!

Gracy: 😮

Gloria: Woah that's rlly cool !

Gloria: Me and Gracy have actually made a couple things with wood before !

Mannequin Mark: That so?

Mannequin Mark: You'll have ta bring em' round sometime!

Gloria: Will do !

1===1

Poob: Hiya!!

Poob: Do you wanna come to my party?? :D

Gloria: Oh I'd love to !

Gloria: Though they bother Gracy with them usually being so loud :[

Gracy: 😓

Gloria: Don't worry Gracy, it's not ur fault !

Poob: Oh!!

Poob: I have headphones for him!!! :D

Poob: If she wouldn't mind!!

Poob: And we can always turn the music down!!!!

Gloria: That'd be swell !!

Gracy: :D

1===1

Gloria: You look nice !

Gloria: I like ur hat !

Pest: 私は気にしない (I do not care)

Gracy: ☹️

Gloria: At least ur nicer than the cat !

1===1

Gloria: What's wrong, friend ?

Gloria: Why so sad ?

Pilby: I just..miss my momma.. <:0(

Gracy: 😟

Gloria: Awh, I'm sorry..

Gloria: I'm sure we could keep you company in the meantime !

Pilby: You mean it?

Gloria: Yeah ! We could even be friends, if you don't mind that !

Pilby: I don't mind.. <:0)

1===1

Prototype: [SCANNING]

Gloria: What might you be up to ?

Prototype: Sorry! Just scanning to learn more about you!

Gracy: ✨o✨

Gloria: Ah, sorry ! Go right ahead ! We won't bother !

Gloria: We're actually a constellation if that's what ur trying to figure out !

Prototype: I see..

Prototype: You are of the Geminis, yes?

Gloria: Yeah !

Gloria: I'm assuming you are "of the robots"

Prototype: Hehe

Prototype: Guilty!

1===1

Reddy: Come try our

Reddy: pa-

Reddy: par-

Reddy: party package at Redball Diner today!

Gloria: Oo, a party does sound fun !

Gloria: Can it be a quiet one though ? Gracy's sensitive to loud noises

Gracy: 🙁

Reddy: Of cou-

Reddy: course!

Reddy: All party leaders get to pick the songs!

Gloria: YAY !

Gloria: I'll make it a great party for you Gracy !

Gracy: 🩵

1===1

Split: Hey!

Split: How do stars organize parties?

Gloria: Are you asking me ?

Split: No it's a joke!

Gloria: Oh ! Well, how ?

Split: They PLAN-et!!

Gloria: Ooh !

Gracy: XD

Gloria: Thats a good one !

Split: Thank you!

1===1

Spud: are you gonna..hurt me..spud

Gloria: Not all space creatures are mean don't worry !

Gloria: I like ur bucket !

Gloria: It looks nice ! :D

Gracy: 👍

Spud: Do you..spud..mean that? spud..

Gloria: Of course I do !

Spud: You're nicer..spud spud.. than the green cat..

Gloria: I think anyone is nicer than xem

1===1

Gloria: How is there a literal wall in here ?

Unpleasent: ...

Gracy: 🤔

Gloria: Y'know what, with the amount of things we've seen on this elevator ur probably the least weird

1===1

Gracy: :0

Wallter: Is there a problem, my constellation companion?

Gloria: Sorry, I think Gracy is just admiring how tall you are !

Gracy: 🌞

Wallter: What might that mean?

Gloria: She thinks you might be taller than the sun !

Gloria: I see it !

Wallter: Ah, well I suppose I am quite tall

Wallter: I'm glad someone can admire me for it.

1===1

When entering the elevator:

Gloria: Don’t you just love the cosmos ? :]

Gloria: You found us !

Gracy: ✨

1===1

When showered with petals:

Gloria: I'm not sure we know what we've done to deserve these !

Gloria: Awhh, they're beautiful !!

Gracy: 🩵😁

Gracy: 😄

1===1

When sprayed with water:

Gloria: Awh, now I'm all wet :[

Gloria: I'm lucky stars can't be extinguished this easy, but c'mon !

Gloria: Hey ! What was that for ?!

Gracy: 😓

Gracy: ☹️

1===1

When hit with a tomato:

Gloria: You're lucky that didn't hit Gracy !

Gloria: Why are you throwing a mushy mars at us ?!

Gloria: YEOWCH !! Hey !

Gracy: 😠

Gracy: 🤕

1===1

When hit with a snowball:

All of Gracy's dialogue is the same as when he gets hit with a tomato

Gloria: That's colder than Uranus !!

Gloria: Can you not ? You're going to hurt Gracy with that ball of ice !

1===1

If Mr. was in the elevator:

They would have no dialogue, they would simply fade away and not pop up in the elevator

1===1

Leaving the elevator:

Gloria: Wouldn't wanna worry dad, mom, and ma !

Gloria: Back to the ocean of stars !

Gracy: 👋

[seiwas-interact]

HI i was gonna tag you at first but i figured it’d be easier to just write here :D i’m sorry in advance if this turns out rly long!! i just really wanna take the time to show my appreciation for everything you said on that satoru piece <33

first of all THANK YOU???? SO MUCH?????? like i literally can’t describe in words how happy it made me to read all you wrote, i was giggling n kicking my feet and everything. no but really tysm!! <3 for being so kind and for taking the time to comment on it so thoughtfully!!! it means so much you have no idea!!!!!!!🥺🥺and pls never apologize for the rambling i got sosososoo happy reading all the lines you liked and all your thoughts, i can’t thank u enough!! <33

i thought you couldn’t top the shoujo anime comment but comparing it to an indie movie scene is. so kind. ”scenes that feel almost stolen if anything” like that’s such a nice thing to say??!!! i was definitely going for that kind of vibe too so i’m so happy it came across well :’3 subtle intimacy is also like. my FAVORITE thing to write ever so i was ecstatic that u enjoyed it!!!!!

oh and the reader too!! i’m so relieved you liked them!! it’s not even intentional atp but every time i write for satoru reader ends up extremely down bad bc my love for him bleeds thru😭😭i’m sick and tired of it tbh but i’m physically incapable of pairing him w anyone who isn’t constantly like ’i love my dumbass bf’….. he deserves to be praised for all he does!! god knows no one else in that series is telling him good job and patting him on the head and giving him treats. smh.

overall i’m just. genuinely so, so happy you liked my take on satoru and love, it’s such a huge part of his character even in canon so i try my best to do it justice!! i feel like satoru would just benefit soooo much from a really sweet, gentle, easygoing love bc like you said he’s just. carrying so much weight on his shoulders, and especially after his love w suguru ended so tragically and was so heavy i just think he’d like something light.

for the record i absolutely adore your take on it too!!! how being loved makes him feel small but not in a bad way, how he feels so safe w you……… how he can just be satoru. like it made me insane when i read it bc you’re so RIGHT. i love your satoru sm, you make him feel so human and capture that vulnerable side of him so well that it kinda hurts to read LMAO… it’s just so…!!!! yeah. it’s so tender and good and achey

aaa and and and…. it makes me so soft that u thought my writing was homey….🥺🥺mine def leans more towards introspective thoughts and feelings too!! it’s just too fun to dig into your fave’s psyche lol.

anyway i feel like i’m just rambling away in your askbox so i’ll leave it there but pls just know how much i love and appreciate you <33 no need to answer this btw i just needed u to know!!!!! i feel like we all need some gojo fluff after those leaks LMAOO (i am in extreme misery) so i hope the fic could be a small comfort…… i’m just here writing sickeningly fluffy gojo content to distract myself from the manga atp…………

hi darlin omg 🥺 help we’re both just apologising for rambling on eachothers pages omg 😭 pls don’t apologise aaah!!! this is so so sweet of you 🥺

OF COURSE i had to comment thoughtfully on your fic omg it’s what you deserve!!! 🥺 it rlly tickled so many parts of my brain when it came to understanding satoru’s perspective!! tugged at my heart just as much too 🥺 i love introspective works a lot 🤧

i’m so happy i was able to get the vibe of it right too omg 🥺 as a reader who writes i think i get a lot more conscious now if what i understabd overlaps with what the writer is trying to portray omg akksnxkd but yes subtle intimacy omg 🥺

and yes to lovesick reader too 😭😭 i enjoy all dynamics but i have an extremely soft spot for when both are whipped for one another and for satoru especially !!!! our baby boy 🥺

& re: satoru and love, i think so too !!! i think that guy needs some luvin in his life and it shouldn’t be any more difficult than all the shit he’s been thru already 😭 that lil scene u added the ‘be careful satoru’ one i think omfg IT ACHED

AND AAAAH how u like my satoru too omg 🥺 thank u thank u 🥺 that’s such a compliment!! tender and achey 🥹 i do try to humanise him as much as i can so i’m glad it came across 🥹 ur satoru 🤝 my satoru 🥹🫶🏻

i hope u’re ok after the leaks!!! i’ve also just been thinking up all the fluffiest, most comforting ideas to cope 🤧 josnxkdn

read ‘i’ll relearn love at our kitchen table’ (super soft n comforting gojo!!! ☹️ tugged at my heart!!!!)

[sarahreadsfic]

Oh my goodness I just read your tags on that little thing I wrote and thank you!!! Like seriously, thank you 💜

nooo thank YOU for your lovely writing!! that letter had me giggling and kicking my feet fr, it was so sweet and i could so vividly imagine him sitting there writing it in that soft warm lantern light, you know? starting it out with the fondest smile on his face until the thought of “We’d barely have time for each other” is on the page before he even realizes it </3 his smile fading and ears drooping slightly while he sighs, hesitating before penning the next line; shaking his head and internally scolding himself for bringing the mood of his letter down and pivoting to another subject, huffing in amusement at his own jealousy over the “made up scenario”. carefully reading over his letter and grinning as he thinks of something and quickly adds the postscript--

OKAY SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO WRITE A WHOLE FIC FOR THIS LETTER IT’S JUST SO PERFECT I LOVE IT AND I’LL BE REREADING IT FOR COMFORT LIKE EVERY DAY SO THANK YOU

[chippedaxe]

hello!! could i ask for a request where dream used to be a top but his ego has gotten up too high and the reader is tired of him being a bitch and decides to turn into the bitch? so it’s like sub!dream x dom!dream. i don’t really have ideas of what could happen, maybe dream won lost a manhunt and is pretty mad and yeahhh :) thank you already!

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Title: Poor Baby

Warnings: NSFW !Minor's steer clear, coarse language, praising, teasing, degrading, bit of humiliation, nipple play, fingering, anal play, begging, idk if there should be more.

Pairing: Sub! Dream X Dom! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia,

Synopsis: Dream tries to dominate you but you've had enough so you toy with Dream.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: tbh i was rlly confused so i hope this is somewhat what u wanted <3

- if it doesn't make sense like halfway thru the story then I'm rlly sorry, I wrote half of it one time and half of it another time (and I don't rlly reread or edit my work)

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Dream storms into the room looking angry, his hands have been balled into fists and you can tell that he's not thinking rationally "Dear- what's wrong? What happened, baby?" you tried to calm him down but he completely dismissed you "Take off your clothes." he ordered "excuse me?" you were taken back "come on- please just take off your clothes,, manhunt made angry.." Dream grumbled.

"Baby, just calm down.. Rest" you pulled him down onto the bed gently "Sweetheart, don't you want my cock?" Dream grabs your chin and looks into your eyes "of course I do-" he stops you right there "Then why're you being difficult?" he caresses your cheek, "Well I just feel like you're acting like a serious bitch right now" you confessed bluntly.

"Me? A bitch?" Dream groaned at your words, his hands reaching out to touch you but you stand up from the bed "Yeah. A really big bitch. So why don't you just calm down and rest, okay?" you put your hands on your hips and looked down at him "You don't give the orders okay? I give them! I'm the dominant one here!" Dream exclaimed "Then maybe I should be." you shut him down.

"What? You? Dom me? I don't think so" Dream chuckled to himself, "You think it's so funny now but wait I'm making you dizzy and seeing stars from how good I can make you feel.." you warned him "How do you expect to get me to be submissive for you?" Dream growled "Watch me." you responded as you then approached him.

You straddled his knee and crawled onto his lap, your hands moving to his chest "This is all you've got?" Dream rolled his eyes "Of course not, this isn't even close to the beginning" you leaned down to kiss his neck. You turned your head to the side and began suckling roughly on his skin, biting gently every few seconds "Ah- Yeah, keep doing that, doll." Dream tried to make it seem like he was in control but his words only affirmed your new dominant position.

"Yeah? You like it when I suck on your neck? I bet you'll like it a lot when I suck your cock too.." you tease him, your hands feeling up his chest and groping the man. "Don't tease me, or I'll punish you" Dream tried to sound scary "Punish me? But I'm being so kind, dominating you when you're clearly not fit to be on top.." you decided to bully him a little bit with some degrading words.

"Huh? What? What're you saying.." Dream started to get real riled up, his face starting to glow a bright red "What? Is my Dream angry with me?" you acted coy, kissing his jaw and pouting "Sorry Dream, I know how sensitive you are.." you teased him further "Don't make me flip you over and ram you- I will do it!" he threatened "Oh I bet you will.." your voice was condescending.

Your hands slid Dream's shirt off his body, revealing his tense muscles "Oh wow.. You look so pretty, all of this for me darling?" you cooed "Don't talk like that, I'm not you're little sub!" Dream shouted "Of course not, you're just someone who's below me and is acting quite submissive..." you pointed out. Your hands were cold, finger tips colder, pinching Dream's nipples to get a reaction out of him.

"H-uhgh..." Dream let out a small noise, his erection growing in his pants until it became a raging boner. "Aw you like when I play with your nipples? That's adorable.." you tease him as you continue to toy and play with his soft buds "n-no!" he was surely embarrassed, probably feeling humiliated. "Stop it- You're humiliating me!" Dream complained "Oh am I? You want me to stop? Then beg me, slut."

Dream went quiet and he froze up a little bit, clearly not expecting you to talk to him like that "Speak Darling, or are you too dumb?" you teased him. Dream gulped nervously and glanced up to meet your gaze "Please stop teasing me- please!" he gasped. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" you leaned over him.

Dream shuddered slightly "I want you to touch me properly!" he spoke up "What's the magic word?" you placed your hands on your hips, clearly enjoying the sudden change in superiority. "P-Please.. Please touch me, Please.." Dream groaned softly, you almost felt bad from the way he was begging you. Almost.

You looked down at him, his cock twitched in his pants, growing harder against the tight fabric "It hurt's so bad.. Please help me.." Dream hugged you and hung his head on your shoulder. "Okay baby, I'll help you.." you unzipped his pants just a bit so you could slip your hand in to palm him gently.

"Ah- I need more.. Please.." Dream bucked his hips up against your hand, desperately trying to grind against you but to no avail. "Be patient darling" you hushed him up and pulled his penis out, stroking his length gently. You admired the way it throbbed in your hand, twitching slightly as Dream rolled his head back and groaned "You're not usually this vocal, something change?" you smirked at him.

"That feels so good, so good.." Dream rolled his hips against you, legs closing together to give him a little more friction "Uh uh- open up." you slapped his thigh which made him open them back up reluctantly. You wanted to give in and let Dream fuck your insides but you fought the urges, today you were going to fuck him instead.

You took off his pants finally, letting the blonde boy relax more. "I'm gonna try something new with you, alright?" you didn't give Dream much time to answer as your hand dipped down between his legs, one of your fingers thrusting into his tight hole. "Ah! I- I've never touched there before!" Dream was feeling a little bit shy clearly.

"Your walls are sucking my fingers in so well, oh my god.. I should definitely buy a dildo or something for you.." you thought out loud to yourself. Dream quivered underneath you, his hole clenching around your finger at the thought of you fucking him with a toy. "M- More.." he was definitely feeling ashamed, his head turned away to face the wall.

You gave him what he wanted and stuck a second finger inside, curling them gently to press against his prostate. Dream squealed and covered his mouth to hide his lewd noises "Hands off." you instructed "But-" he protested "But nothing, hands off yourself or I'll stop touching you" you argued. Dream swallowed his pride and removed his hands, letting out a loud sound when your fingers thrusted deeper inside of him.

"Do you like this?" you asked "Of course- It feels so sO good!" Dream cried out "You like it more than when I play with your penis?" you questioned, Dream nodded and bit on his lip to keep quiet "So.. You'd let me do this again sometime?" you were starting to feel really excited "W-Whenever you want!!" Dream was now completely your bitch.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum, it feels sO weird!" Dream babbled on and on "Nuh uh- not unless you say you're my bitch." you wanted desperately to hear him say those little words "What??" you slowed down your pace and started to gently remove your fingers "No- No! I-I'm your bitch! I said it! I'm your bitch! Now please let me cum!" he bawled.

"Good boy.." You sped it up, not giving any mercy to his ass as you finger fucked him. "AH! I'm cumming! FUCK!" he arched his back, walls convulsing around your fingers as his hot white liquid spat out of his cock and ran down his legs. "Dirty slut, go clean yourself up" you snickered down at him before pulling your fingers out of his ass and leaving the bedroom.

You're not a monster so you obviously won't just be leaving him there, although it's not like you're gonna help him much. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and came back to hand it to him, he weakly reached out to grab the bottle but dropped it "Don't tell me.. Does my little slut need help drinking from a bottle? Pathetic.." you spat at him before drinking some of the water.

You grabbed his chin and opened it gently, spitting your water into his mouth for him to swallow. Dream gulped it down and flushed a deep red, "Thank you.." he thanked you and was flustered. "No problem, I love you baby." you kissed his cheek "I love you too, thank you for taking care of me today.. I think I liked it better when you were in charge.." Dream admitted "I was thinking the same thing, sweetheart" you smiled at him.

[noteguk]

Hey nala! I loved bad attitude, I can’t wait to see more of the oc teasing jk 😭

Thank you!! I really like exploring the dark side of the force that overtakes the oc every once in a blue moon. So I hope you guys like this one! (The timeline is after bad reputation, but before bad attitude) 

[ ! ] this is a drabble for bad influence. You can read it as a stand-alone. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, sexting, badboy!Jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, dirty talk, taking and sending pics (not nudes), jk’s skirt thirst, a glimpse into the chaos that lives inside the oc 

— words; 1,2k

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Years of high school (and now college) excellence did wonders to disguise your impulsive side. It was a common misconception to believe that, just because you were disciplined enough to keep your grades high and your responsibilities in check, you didn’t act on dumb, random thoughts that popped up inside your head. You kind of wished it was true (it would’ve saved you a lot of drama in your personal life) but you also had to admit that you had your fun indulging in your more chaotic needs as well. 

Jungkook’s answer came quickly, but not as quickly as you had first expected. Which meant that he was either busy or distracted — past tense — and that it would be slightly more fun than you thought. 

With a smirk growing on your lips, you turned around on the bed, reaching for your phone. His answer was simple, only one word, but it was more than enough for you to realize that your machiavellian plan would be fruitful. 

jk tutoring ����: dont.

If years of perfecting self-restraint didn’t stop you, his half-assed warning wouldn’t. With your phone in hands, you propped yourself up on your elbows as you typed a response. 

You: Why not? 😔

As you nervously waited for his text, the picture you had previously sent him was staring you right in the face. It wasn’t anything outrageous, just a simple mirror selfie of you sitting on the edge of your bed, legs crossed and head slightly tilted to the side. It was something so innocent, so gentle and casual, that you could almost pretend that you didn’t know exactly what you were doing when you picked that skirt.

It wasn’t any revolutionary discovery to claim that Jungkook had a thing for your skirts — he had mentioned about a million times already and, even if he hadn’t, it was extremely obvious from the way he explored your body with a lot more eagerness when you wore one. What was a revolutionary discovery, however, was the piece of clothing you found hiding in the corner of your closet, something you had long discarded because Yongsun had managed to shrink it the first time she washed it. 

It was practically impossible to wear it outside, but, well, it was the perfect tool to provoke Jungkook with. Because if karma didn’t take care of him, you would. 

Finally, his messages popped up on your screen: 

jk tutoring 🚫: in a lab rn dont wanna get hard thx

jk tutoring 🚫: but it looks rlly fucjing hot 

jk tutoring 🚫: wanna see you riding me in it bby 

jk tutoring 🚫: in front of that mirror ;) 

You bit your lip, bubbles of expectation starting to pop in your stomach. Sexting Jungkook was the free trial of being a chess genius — you were always ten steps ahead, predicting his following words with almost perfect accuracy. Was it mean, perhaps a little twisted of you to be doing that while he was (miraculously) in class? Maybe. But you had a lot of things in your mind and mercy wasn’t one of them. Especially after the months of torture he had put you through. 

You: whatever you want 🥰 

You: I’m surprised you even go to class tho, that’s news 

jk tutoring 🚫: u took the day off to pester me? 

You: maybe I did

You: maybe I’m also home alone for the rest of it 

jk tutoring 🚫: dont fucking say that 

In true supervillain fashion, you had to laugh at his apparent desperation — a high-pitched, victorious laugh that seemed to come straight from your soul. Jungkook very rarely found himself in that position and you absolutely lived for it. It was one thing to provoke him in person, when he was much stronger than you and could shut you up in no time, but, through the screen, only equal rights. And equal methods of torture.

You: why? You don’t wanna come over? 

jk tutoring 🚫: u kno I do 

jk tutoring 🚫: ill ttyl

You: not later!! Now 🥺 

jk tutoring 🚫: baby this isn’t the best moment 

jk tutoring 🚫: Im already hard n im almost done here ok

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, giving the angel and the demon on your shoulders time to present their case. The collected, rational part of you told you to leave it at that: he would come over later, you had managed to provoke him enough to piss him off and get the reaction you wanted. You won. But the impulsive, evil side of you told you that you didn’t win hard enough. 

Before you could think too much about it, you took another picture, feeling blessed enough to get a good shot on your first try. Your thumbs flew over the keys, typing fast to get the message sent before Jungkook decided to put his phone away. 

You: but these are the panties that you like 😔 

Like clockwork, there was a long moment of tension between your message being viewed and those little dots appearing at the corner of your screen. Once again: you knew exactly what you were doing. And you knew that a picture taken underneath your skirt, presenting him with a full view of your red laced panties, would be the cherry on top. 

jk tutoring 🚫: I fucjing hate u

You: don’t think you do 

jk tutoring 🚫: im saving these 

jk tutoring 🚫: gonna fuck u so hard bby 

jk tutoring 🚫: not even gonna take those off 

jk tutoring 🚫: just gonna push them aside n see u coming all over my cock 

Playing like that with Jungkook was like russian roulette — only, it was only you, and all chambers were filled. You knew it would backfire, you knew that the second he walked in your room all your control would go flying out the window, and yet you pushed on. Impulsiveness was a drug for someone that rarely indulged in it, and you were too high to care about the consequences when they seemed so far away. Or, even worse, when you kind of liked them. 

That was what pushed you to write your following messages: 

You: come over now? Please? 

jk tutoring 🚫: wait like 10 min we’re wrapping up 

You: now 🥺 

You: I’m so wet kook 

You: my panties are soaked 

You: don’t you wanna come and take them off? 

You: Or maybe I can take care of myself today and I can see you another day 😔

jk tutoring 🚫: dont fucking dare

You: I bet I could come super quick too I’m so turned on 

You: I want to feel you inside me 

You: I’m so tight too I can barely put my fingers in

You: please? Come over? 

Checkmate. The forces of chaos inside you were rejoicing, every cell of your body anticipating the impact of your words. You, however, already knew you had won even before he answered you. 

jk tutoring 🚫: im coming over rn

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[shorkbrian]

Prelude - I need to stop catching sight of poetry on my explore page lol. This is entirely self-indulgent and very specific cause I’m rotting thru life rn and so if u dislike I understand lol. When I was in the hospital this last time it sucked rlly bad and like the awful horny degenerate I was I kept thinking abt Kirishima and soft sweet Sugawara idk lol

Pairing - Death god Kirishima x Reader

Warnings - Suicide, suicide attempt, no smut. Death. Drunk Drivers. Yandere but only a little bit and cause I can’t voluntarily accept love it has to be forced bc I cannot handle the thot of someone who is sane loving me bc there is no freaking way lol

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5Iy1wdO0tMaHwKnfFYtlel?si=-vqod-W6SHia8ui2Hdl_9g 

Adding this one bc it’s like one of my favorites and I wish god I wish and I hope that this year is better than the last amen lol also there’s nothing more sad to me than someone pleading and begging and crying for the year to treat you nicely like bitch u okay? no. the answer is no.

https://open.spotify.com/track/0xRO7EKgYKVB8zKIoiXMDD?si=HYBaiBzjRGmQwfCHgnTUxA

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“It hurts.” You had told him, as the entity sat at the end of your hospital bed.

He often sank heavily onto the nearest surface, as if his bones ached with the weight of his body. You saw him often during those first few days in the hospital, days spent puking up pills, every move you made monitored, doctors and nurses scolding you about the severity of your actions.

You didn’t think they could see the hulking figure that comforted you.

“I”ve heard that it’s supposed to.” The red god of death would think aloud.

“I don’t want it then.” Tears upon your cheeks, soft, misty. “Take it.”

“Your life?” A nod would affirm his question, but the red god would shake his head. “I am no thief. Not a hunter, simply a gatherer of souls. I won’t take what doesn’t belong to me.”

“Then it’s yours, have my life. A gift, from me to you. Don’t make me live it any longer…..”

His sadness would show in his eyes.

But the soul-crushing hugs that were provided were admittedly a tiny bit nice.

“You’re far too sweet for your own good. I’ll receive your life when the time is right, not before.”

“But I don’t want it!” You sobbed into his shoulder, the god seeming to be your only friend in the world.

Hands stroked along your back, soft shushing sounds as the god attempted to soothe you in the ways he knew how. Soft touches, kind truths. “Many don’t.  But it happens - life happens anyways. All you can do is find the things that make it less painful.”

“That’s not enough, it still hurts. I can’t stand it.” The sobs wracking your body didn’t stop the entity from holding you.

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

——

He’s patient and kind.

Surprising for a god who’s work involves collecting souls as if they were taxes. A job that should be bitter and tiresome, but the entity has infinite softness resting inside of him.

He walks with you, as you get “better“.

You watch him stop to marvel at flowers, to study the way dew drips from trees in little drops, eyes wide and wondering as crows startle from their perches and take off with noisy weeping.

This courtyard is drab and brown, a prison. Safe.

Yet the god of death treats the space gently, with respect. He thanks the old walls for standing, the worn stones beneath your feet. Their service is noted and appreciated. He’s so tender it almost makes you sick.

But you come to realize that he’s simply allowing himself to be vulnerable, to experience the earth and the beings in it.

For as soon as one recognizes vulnerability, which is so different from weakness or tragedy, one experiences a sense of tenderness. Without tenderness, pleasure means nothing. You need only look at the animals to see the truth of that. It is gentleness that distinguishes their playing from the actions they constantly take to ensure their survival.

You ask why he walks with you, why he is so focused on seeing you get “better“.

A soft smile, a meeting of eyes. “There is an end to your pain, sometime and somewhere. It’s most likely not here, not in this place at least-“ and he looks around, at the cold walls, the other sick patients, the staff. All human.

“-It will come. But for now, it’s enough to try and seek it out ourselves.”

You must look more sick than you really are, talking to thin air like that.

——-

Once you return home, the red god writes you letters.

He’s an old soul, an old god. You’re sure if you asked, he’d be able to recount the very first souls he reaped, a man and a woman, sinful and sweet but in love.

The letters help you get out of bed. What new stories or little quips the god has written pique your curiosity, even when you don’t want to move, don’t want to be awake or alive.

He tells you stories about certain souls, how each one is infinitely interesting, how they all interconnect.  How some of them struggle against him, however fruitlessly. But he’s not the one who brought about their death, he’s there to comfort and guide.

Other souls, (“souls like yours” he writes) welcome him, run to his arms like a long lost lover. Their death was terrifying by their own hand, and it hurt. He can’t take away that pain, those memories. The red god says he wishes those souls find peace wherever he must take them afterwards, or at least, some form of contentment.

“The meaning of life is to give life meaning, at least, that’s what seems to be the consensus.” You rip off that part of the letter, hang it on your wall by your bed.  The other letters you keep in your nightstand, content with the knowledge that there are souls out there like you

It’s hard work, creating meaning for yourself.

The red god takes to visiting you between each letter, says he misses you, the way your soul cries. He tells you that he wishes he could help you quiet it, quiet that raging, terrible storm that hurls you about.

You make him cookies - it’s the only way you know how to say thank you. It’s what your mother taught you, so it may not be right, but the god eats them nonetheless. He likes it when you eat with him, feeding you bites from his cookie, wiping chocolate off of your nose, making you laugh with stupid jokes and a mouth stuffed full of cookies.

Even if some of them are too crunchy, or others too soft, all of them imperfect.

Imperfection is the essence of humanity, he tells you, and it’s more fun eating each cookie with the thought that you’re devouring your imperfections, making yourself whole again, filling up the empty spaces in your soul.

——

Eventually, the crawl back to your feet, rise with the unsteadiness of a toddler. You fall frequently, cry often, but you’re able to get up and try again.

Some days you need to bury yourself in sadness, let yourself feel and feel and hurt. Other days are not so bad, but still tinged  with regret and fear and sadness.

The red god is by your side, gives you something to cling to when you waver.

He is always there.

He will be there when you meet your end.

The god is in no hurry.

You question why he wastes his time on you, hours spent reassuring you, talking to you, tucking you in your bed and leaving glasses of water on your nightstand before taking his leave.

Home is a feeling, not a place. Home is with you - that’s what he tells you. You take his breath away, even though he might not even need to breath because he’s the god of death. HIs thoughts muddle and he trips over his feet and can’t help himself from wanting to hold you.

You learn that even gods yearn for home.

He’s capable of feelings and emotions just like any other human. He may be wiser, and older, able to draw from experience and a deep well of wisdom. But he still feels, and feels deeply.

Just as he gives the earth around him such reverence, he extends that same  attitude when he deals with you.

“Everything I see reminds me of you. When I wake and the sun creeps over the mountains, hesitant, it reminds me of the way that you rise - haltingly, yet it happens nonetheless. The flowers in the field that so steadily grow, you’re like ground they take root in, soft and unstable yet still tenable with the potential for growth. I don’t know, I haven’t exactly held such closeness with a human-“

He trails off, but you think you understand.

Maybe you don’t. It’s hard to relate to a god.

——

A confession occurs, and you’re surprised to learn that the blood-red god of death is in love.

“What did my hands do before they held yours? What did my heart do without all of this love? I can’t hold enough of you, I carry such love for you in my heart.”

With a frail, hopeless human nonetheless.

You don’t know what to tell him, how to explain that you can barely take care of yourself right now, meet your own needs.

But the red god seems to know, seems to understand the way your breath hitches and your eyes widen. One more hug, squeezed tight to his chest while he promises nothing has to change.

Things do change, even if you wish them not to. The world doesn’t bow to your whims, nor the death-god’s.

Innocent touches, his hand on your shoulder, patting your head, offering to rub out the tension in your back after you’ve had a crushing day - they don’t feel so innocent anymore.

The constant survellience still seemed kind, and you knew it was with your best intentions in mind that the god hovered so close, invading every aspect of your life.

But a creeping tendril of unease took hold, and you worried.

Everywhere you turned, he would be there, ready to support you, walk you through anything you wished.

Again, you questioned his commitment. Why? Why you?

“I can’t explain how fond of you I’ve grown. How heat blossomed in my chest as we grew closer. There’s infinite things I wish to say to you, ways for me to express my-my love, but I’ll just let you live.”

He neither killed you nor let you live.

Was it frightening? Maybe. But you had nothing to really live for, lost, searching for your own meaning in a big big world, floundering in an endless sea of sadness and suffering. You weren’t afraid of anything the god could, or would, do to you.

Until you woke up, not knowing where you were, in pitch black.

Arms encircling your shoulders, a soft body beneath your own, holding you tightly, a hand caressing your cheek.

A sun rose, on a strange new land, on the blood-red god gazing at you.

“There seemed to be so much more time for you. But accidents happen, Drivers drink and hearts give out. I was expecting you to grow old, for us to live and love like that, see how you grew through life.”

He looked around this new world, and you vaguely remember what had come before.  A walk along the sidewalk, blaring horns, impact, blood.

“But this will be just as nice. You can stay here with me now. Life can’t cause you anymore pain.”

You don’t feel comforted by those words.  There’s no way for you to know whether this new world would be better than the one you left behind.

[avpdgirlfriend]

🥘: also about ur tags i saw on ur answer to the recent ask i sent… yeah that’s pretty familiar to me😭😭😭 (even if it’s off topic) i remember dramatizing a bunch of stuff as a kid and making up the stories’ intensity just to get ppl’s reactions… and then i just Do Not thinks abt it bc i just go… Hm… perhaps I Will Not talk abt it. Maybe

(rambly here, feel free to delete if anything i say bothers u, don’t worry)

also also. it sucks there isn’t a lot of resources to even like talk abt this and my own experiences, bc at the surface it’s only for attention seeking!! but it’s not at all like that. like i desperately just. Want connection and also not for people to leave me, and that also has me like… change what im into / what i like… kind of often, and it just makes me want to punch myself so much; even putting the symptoms into easier terms makes it feels like… Ok Yeah I’m not normal!!!

i often feel like im faking things, but yknow? it just generally sucks bc i won’t be believed! even if im w/ ppl im comfy w/ and see them as friends, I feel like im just deceiving them and being a huuge imposter lol. while im trying to more or less accept that im… not really that great at the whole acceptance thing for myself, i think learning and seeing how much me and other ppl’s experiences overlap in some ways helps me out so so much lol!!! like!! I’m not alone in that sort of feeling if that makes any sense

anyways i hope however u r doing, hope ur doing ok :)!!! cheering u on

omg yeah yeah i mostly didn't realize i could make things up as a kid but i used to just like.. say something and then be like omg u will Never figure it out :3 n then no one cared so i would give clues or just say it so they would pay attention to me and i'd get a reaction..... but i wanted them to be so invested in me they would detective it :/ smh i had to do everything myself . actually i still do this EHEJKFMD & yeah i totally get all of that! :( it's really hard. i actually made this blog mostly to see if people would relate so i could have that connection & feel like i'm not alone... i rlly enjoy when people leave tags expressing in some way that they feel the same or they get it..! it's also bcuz you know like attention haha but the whole thing attention boils down to is wanting to feel valued and loved and connection w people anyways & thank you!!! i hope you're doing good too :-) ♡♡♡♡♡ may u have a day filled w happiness & warmth & people u love complimenting you

[slasherwife]

Could I request some slashers with a s/o who is sick( coughing, sneezing, headaches, ect.) but refuses to rest and eat?

Slashers with a sick!s/o

y/n is uwu sick today 🥺💘 thank u for the ask sorry it took so long :33

Thomas Hewitt

it’s a softly warm day, almost perfect to go out and feel the sunshine soak your skin in warm, fluttery good feelings— but you somehow caught a cold in this early spring.

you were almost afraid to tell tommy because he worries about you enough. you remembered just last week you hit your hip on the corner of the table, and tommy buried his face in the crook of your neck while rubbing the sting out of your hip, whining.

but sick???? 100% takes the day off to give his sweet baby all the sweet tea and cuddles.

he presses butterfly kisses to your face while you both laze in bed, not caring for your squeaky sniffles or coughs. he carries you to the bathroom too and waits outside for you (cuz luda mae raised a gentlemen UWU)

that was actually one of the most relaxing days of his life. wasn’t too hot at all, the window he kept open for fresh air, a cool breeze flowed through the curtains and tommy’s warm touch softened your heart.

he gets really upset when you refuse to rest, he’ll angrily tap you when he finds you doing dishes/cleaning out of bed, and point upstairs to make you go back to bed xD

he WILL resort to picking you up and carrying you to bed. he is a definite mother hen and it’s not like you could overpower him, so best do what he says :3

it hurts his heart when you won’t eat, and it makes him feel useless. he tries to get luda to make you eat, hoping you’ll get your appetite back

when in bed, u both dozed in and out of sleep and even though your cold didn’t fade quickly, being with tommy made it all the better

jason vorhees

now this was during a cold, wintry rainy day. you couldn’t seem to keep your toes warm in your and Jason’s bed, and on top of that, you were congested and your head was spinning.

jason was already aware of your sickness before you even awoke, and being the observant man he is, went out to collect more firewood to keep the cabin warm.

you awoke to a dark room with rain thundering outside, and a 7’1 burly man trudged through the door.

“jason?” you called, but he didn’t answer, instead loading the heater with fresh wood and closing the door on the expanding fire.

he then spent the rest of the night with you hiding in the crook of his arm, sleeping with blankets and soft pillows, a warm flush staining your cheeks cuddled in warm flesh.

at one point he even brushed his fingertips along your hairline, reveling in the feeling of your soft, warm skin.

when you decide that you don’t need rest, jason will 100% disagree with you. it isn’t his first time dealing with colds himself, so he takes on mother role like tommy, and reminds you to rest in his own way.

he won’t be so bold as tommy per se, but but he’ll gently sign to you that you need to rest more than once.

if you continue to do as you wish, he’ll generally leave you alone though :3

it’s a no no if you don’t eat. he’s much stricter than thomas on this. he will sit there in front of you until you’ve eaten breakfast/lunch/dinner, every last morsel. he won’t let you leave if you don’t ❤️

michael myers

blank stare, sheepishly gives you some advil, otherwise he doesn’t know how to care for illnesses like tommy and jason do.

he’ll generally leave you alone, feeling like you need space to recharge your health or smth xD

if you require snuggly cuddles, he’ll oblige you by letting you, in your burrito blanket, to wiggle into his burly arms and curl yourself on his chest in bed or on the couch

he doesn’t really care if he gets sick, tbh he’s so tolerant to pain and discomfort he probably wouldn’t even notice he’s sick

you’ll have to ask him to get you something, he’ll usually do it but if you weren’t sick he’d look you dead in the eye and do nothing

so this is michael’s special treatment :DD

if you decide to work even while you are obviously sick, michael will just think you’re better and will treat you like normal.

but if it’s TOO obvious, he’ll give you an incredulous look while your doing something, but won’t do anything to stop you

it’s the same with jason and tommy if you don’t eat— he will pull you into his lap anywhere and hand feed you. if you seriously refuse, he’ll feel helpless and do nothing, letting you fall slack against his chest as he holds you

bo sinclair

uh ohhh a germaphobee

he cares about you a lot but he’ll do it from a distance :D

he’ll throw a bottle of water at you and a box of tissues, then leave.

it’s definitely not as if he doesn’t care about you, but he just doesn’t want to get sick. he misses touching you all over and in fact he wouldn’t mind wearing a face mask while he cuddles with you

he’s over dramatic over nothing though tbh.

you both end up snuggling together on a pullout bed in front of the TV screen, watching sports late at night uwu

when he finds you working even when you promised him you would rest, he gets rlly mad.

he’ll scold you since he’s “always right”, in the middle of your doing dishes. he’d spew out that you’re killing yourself and that being a stubborn brat isn’t going to help you.

if u snap back that you’re fine, he’ll snarl back at you, probably turning into an argument that sadly doesn’t end in sex because you’re sick

but if when you decide to retire to bed after his stubborn self discouraged you from overworking yourself,

he’ll stroke your head softly even while you’ve been out for a while, absentmindedly with his face lit up blue by the tv.

if you refuse to eat, he’ll try to explain logically why that’s bullshit and you need to eat, becoming frustrated when you still refuse. towards the end he will try to coax you softly and gently, doing his best to take care of you

he ends up being sick himself, bitching about how you were needy for him so much that you got him sick.

but now he hogs you to himself in bed, not letting you leave him for anything since this is technically “ur fault”. ????

brahms

he knows what’s going on too before you realize it. it’s because he stares at you while you sleep cuz he’s lonely when he’s missing even one ounce of attention from you

he kind of ignores the fact that you’re sick at all and just snuggles into you when you wake up because you’re so beautiful y/n are you even real? 🥺

you don’t even get out of bed because Brahms is all over you, nuzzling you and possibly getting a little suggestive cuz he horny af —

but he pouts when you finally pull away from him, telling him everything you have to do and he probably then brings up that you’re sick and you have to stay w him in his cute little child voice to coax you

he only becomes concerned when you tell him that you’re fine, when you’re clearly congested and hot, frequently coughing.

he’ll cling to you, nagging you to come back to bed with him, pretending to cry when you refuse him

if that doesn’t catch your attention, he’ll be genuinely offended and give you the silent treatment.

he only retreats back to you when he finds you’ve refused to eat, getting sicker whenever you do. he has no idea what to do, and wishes he does. he’ll leave you pb and j’s at your door while still distancing himself cuz he is still technically mad at u ❤️

just go back to bed with him 🥺

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

Fluff Alphabet (Mammon)

@pzlqpibz said: Please can i have one full alphabet on mammon ? 🥺🥺 Love you, take care of you !!!!!!😚😚😚

Hi! I hope that you don’t mind that i’m tagging you. But anyways here is a full fluff alphabet for tsun tsun baby mammon :)))) ~Admin Hurricane

A - Activities; How do they like to spend time with you?

He likes taking you out to buy stuff despite him not being able to afford a lot of things lol. And if he can, he also likes taking you to his shoots so you can see him going all out with different outfits and such.

B - Beauty; What do they admire/find beautiful about you?

He rlly likes your hair and just playing around with it. He also thinks it’s rlly cute when you’re studying together and your face scrunches up while you try and figure out what the answer is. He’ll just kinda stare at you longingly and then when you catch him, he’ll turn away panicked and blushy lmao.

C - Comfort; How would they help you if you felt down/were having a panic attack?

He’d also panic because at first he wouldn’t quite know what to do, but then he would just pull you into a hug cause he wouldn’t rlly know what else to say. 

D - Dreams; How do they picture their future with you?

At first, he thought that it was a one sided thing, so all he could rlly see is you with one of his brothers and not him. But then after you got together, he could see it as something that could work out. Being the avatar of Greed, everything used to be just about him, him, him, but then you came into the picture and all of that was thrown out the window. 

E - Equal; Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He gives off dom vibes, but rlly he’s the more passive one lmao

F - Fighting; Would it be easy for them to forgive you? How do you fight?

It would probably be something along the lines of: Mammon: grrrr you idiot human, I’ll never forgive you! *five minutes later* Mammon: nooooo MC come back dont hang out with my stupid brothers.

G - Gratitude; How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what you’re doing for them?

He acts like he isn’t but really, he is, he’ll just never admit it.

H - Honesty; Do they have any secrets that they hide from you? Or do they share everything?

He gets into a lot of trouble with the witches and he doesn’t want to get you involved. But since he’s a terrible liar you still find out anyways.

I - Inspiration; Did you change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You did! You helped him with his relationship with his brothers. 

J - Jealousy; Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Oh boy, he’s a tsundere for a reason lol. If he wasn’t the avatar of Greed, he’d be the avatar of Jealousy lmao.  

K - Kiss; Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I like to imagine that he’s a rlly good kisser dshfbsffdbsh. The first kiss was most likely pretty rushed and a spur of the moment type of thing, where he literally goes “cause i love you idiot,” then proceeds to kiss him.

L - Love Confession; How would they confess to you?

If you’ve seen lesson 20, you know ;)

M - Marriage; Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

At the beginning of your relationship, he’s terrified that you’re gonna leave him cause everyone thinks he’s a scumbag, but then later on he really believes that he wants and will get married to you. He’d probably propose by pulling you into a secluded place away from his brothers, maybe the top of the devildom and then ask the question. And mammon, being mammon would want an extravagant wedding lol

N - Nicknames; What do they call you?

Treasure, baby girl, babe, baby, my human

O - On Cloud Nine; What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s pretty obvious lol, he’s more blushy and clingy than usual. He doesn’t easily express his feelings cause whenever he sees you, he turns into a stuttering blushy mess. 

P - PDA; Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Oh man, if he could let the entire Devildom know that you’re going out with him, he would do it. His brothers are tired of him constantly bragging and going “mE AnD mC aRE dATiNG”. But he’s a shy blushy baby about PDA in front of everyone else. 

Q - Quirk; Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

I think that mammon would actually be rlly good with kids! He doesn’t seem like it at first but he’s just a big softie for them.

R - Romance; How romantic are they? What would they do to make you happy? Cliché or rather creative? 

He doesn’t act all romantic at first, but he’d try his best to make you happy. Something catches your eye? He goes out of his way to go get it for you later. 

S - Support; Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s supportive of whatever you want, he believes that you can achieve anything you set your mind to. 

T - Thrill; Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He prefers to follow a routine. 

U - Understanding; How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

When the two of you start dating, he knows you pretty well. He doesn’t show it but he’s pretty empathetic. 

V - Value; How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?

This relationship is vvvvvvvvvvvvvv important to him. He’s never had anything like this because he’s constantly being put down by his brothers and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

W - Wild Card; A random Fluff Headcanon.

When the two of you wake up in the morning and you’re trying to get up, he’ll just pull you back unexpectedly and cuddle longer, refusing to let you go.

X - XOXO; Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In public, he’s a blushy baby, but in private be prepared to have this boi be stuck to your side like glue. He won’t let you go. You probably have to initiate the cuddling first tho.

Y - Yearning; How will they cope when they’re missing their partner? 

Oh man, if you’re gone, he sulks a lot and hides out in his room. He’ll probably just lay on top of his bed scrolling through his gallery looking at pictures of you, or you and him. 

Z - Zeal; Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

If it’s you, he’s willing to try his best and achieve it, even if he acts like he’s uninterested. He really cares about you and wants to ensure your happiness.

Want more of my writing? Be sure to check out my masterlist :)

If you wanna request something, don’t be afraid to send something my way! Thanks for reading and have a lovely day!

[fbfh]

hey, sailor - leo x daughter of poseidon

genre: a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff, a lot of mermaids lol

word count: 2.4k

au: none really, you have mermaid powers as a daughter of poseidon if that counts lmao

pairing: Leo x Daughter of Poseidon

requested: yeeyee !! hope u enjoy xoxo

warnings: uh brief mention of your step dad leaving when you were younger, an interaction with your best friend doesn’t go as planned, percy’s grappling with rlly complicated feelings towards his dad and new sister 

summary: Percy, Annabeth, and Leo all get a little more than they bargained for when they bring Percy’s half sister back to camp Halfblood, and Leo remembers why he had such a huge crush on Ariel growing up. 

reccomended songs: hurricane drunk - florence + the machine, sinkin’ in - cody simpson, deep sea ambiance

a/n: as soon as i got this request my dormant mermaid phase woke up from a sound sleep 

requests r open uwu

"...And you know what he said to me? He says, 'kid, I think it's time you met your sister'. I have a freaking sister, and that two timing piece harpy sh-"

"Okay, Percy, why don't you cool off a little before we leave. Come on, we'll grab a drink or something while Leo finishes getting ready." 

Annabeth takes her boyfriend's hand, and leads him to the nearest drink cooler. Leo turns back to the car they're going to take, and continues loading in the rest of the supplies. He, for one, is excited to meet Percy’s sister. His first thought was ‘hope she’s hot’, which he blurted out before he could stop himself, and was met with a killer glare from both of them. He’s not trying to be insensitive, finding out you have siblings you didn’t know about is kind of traumatic. I mean, hey, Leo’s family went from zero to sixty in one day - literally. Okay, not quite sixty, but only child to one of eight is still a pretty big jump. 

A little while later, they’re ready to go. Leo offers to drive, so Percy and Annabeth can sit in back and try to sort out Percy’s feelings. After a couple hours of driving and emotional conversations, most of which Leo just listened to - Annabeth seemed to have a good hold on this, and Leo didn’t want to overstep his bounds again - they arrived in Cape Cod. At this point, the gist seems to be that Percy knows if he should be mad at anyone, it’s his dad. They park in the driveway of the address Chiron gave them. They get out of the car, and look up at the house. It’s gray with white trimming, two or three stories, with a balcony porch on the upper floor - a normal, small town New England house, as far as they could tell. They seemed to take a collective breath, and approached the door. 

You’re breathing fast, trying to hold back the floodgates of emotion, when your bare feet hit the sand. You drop your bag, taking in the familiar, secluded stretch of the Cape. A big wall of jagged rocks to your left separates this part of the beach from the others. The old wooden stairs and their faded white paint that connected the low cliff to the sand below are hidden by plant life, so most people don’t even know this area existes. You’ve been coming here regularly since you were nine or ten. So many important parts of your life happened on these shores. You could just tell your mom ‘I’m going to my beach’, and she’d know right where you are. You finish pulling off your shorts and rush towards the water in your swimsuit. You’re met with immediate relief as soon as the water touches your skin. If it was possible to have an emotional support location, you did. 

You feel it happen as soon as you’re waist deep. Bubbles and sea foam collect around you from the hips down and your legs get tingly and numb. A moment later, it dissipates, leaving behind a life sized mermaid tail. It changes slightly with most transformations, usually based on your mood and desired appearance, and you’ve noticed over the years you can change how it looks more easily. You don’t care today, you just need to be in the water. This time it’s a big tropical fish tail, its purple, blue, and shimmery gray tones reflecting both your mood and the impending storm clouds rolling in. You dip below the surface, and let the tide carry you a little ways. You don’t worry about getting lost, you somehow always know where you are at sea. You don’t have gills that you can find, but you can definitely breathe underwater. 

You finally sink to the bottom, and stare up at the surface of the water. The patterns of light remind you of the night light you had as a child. 

Your mom had ensured you were comfortable with water and ocean life for as long as you could remember. She must know other people like you, because sometimes she would have long phone conversations with someone called the Director. You were pretty sure he had a weird name that started with a K or C, but you could never remember. He’s apparently sending someone to bring you to a ‘safe place’ today. It sounds like bullshit to you, but you trust your mom, and your mom trusts the Director. Since you might not be back for a while, she said you could finally tell your best friend Wes the truth. 

‘Oh god,’ you think, wishing the salt water would erase your memories of what happened today, but you can’t stop the onslaught of memories. Wes has been your best friend for years. You helped him when he realized he’s bi, he helped you when your step dad left, you could trust him with anything. Or so you thought. ‘It’s not his fault,’ you remind yourself, trying futilely to stop reliving what happened hours earlier. 

You brought him to your part of the beach to go swimming so you could show him. You can still hear his voice, asking if you’re sure you want to go in the ocean, you’ve always been afraid of water. Once you’d worked up the nerves to get in the water and transform, you showed him your tail. Your heart broke again every time you remembered what he had said. 

“That is... incredible,” your heart had soared, there was hope, “I can’t believe you got one of those silicone swimming tails just to prank me!” Ah, there it was. The other shoe. You tried to tell him it was real, but he said he could see the mold lines, and there the scales don’t quite line up, and there’s the edge of the zipper. You wanted to cry. 

“I’m not gonna lie, you almost had me for a second. I can’t believe you learned to swim just to prank me, but whatever works, dude,” he laughed like you were having a good time together. It was too much.

You let out a huge underwater scream, and thunder rumbles in the distance. You sink further down, wishing once again that the salt and algae would erode your memories from today. 

Annabeth knocks on the door for the third time. Thankfully, it opens to a middle aged woman in a shirt that said Brooklyn Nine Nine.

“Hello, what can I help you with?” she asks. She has a strong presence, and none of them want to be on her bad side. Percy is still too nervous, and Leo seems to be analyzing wires poking out of the doorbell, so Annabeth introduces themselves, and asks where you are. 

“Who wants to know?” she asks. 

“We’re her internet friends, we’re surprising her by visiting a day early.” Annabeth replies. The woman doesn’t seem convinced. She smiles, seeming to see right through them. 

“Are you from camp?” The shock on their faces gives her all the answer she needs. She smiles, and continues, “She’s down at the Cape, the quiet part past the rocks.” They thank her, but before they can leave she says, “Hey.” She looks at each of them intensely. 

“Make sure she gets there safely. Take care of her.” They agree solemnly, and head down the sidewalk. 

“And tell Chiron I say hi.” she says with a smile. They smile back, agreeing again. 

They get to the Cape, and it’s full of people. 

“Shouldn’t be any harder than a Where’s Waldo,” Leo says. Percy’s head snaps to the right, and thunder rumbles. 

“Did you hear that?” he asks. 

“The thunder? Yeah,” Annabeth says.

“No, no.. someone screaming.” 

“I don’t-” 

“This way,” he takes off towards a pile of jagged rocks. They manage to get over with only a few scrapes and Percy surveys the empty beach. 

“She’s here… She’s here somewhere,” he mutters to himself. The dark clouds part for a moment, and Annabeth points out to the water. Someone was there, pretty far out to sea. She could just make out their shoulders and head above the water. 

“Gods, Percy, can you get her to shore?” 

“Ah ah ah, uncle Leo’s got this one,” Leo pulls something out of his backpack. It’s bronze, and the size and shape of a deflated soccer ball. He throws it into the water. It starts to sink, then expands into a small bronze and wood speed boat. Percy and Annabeth’s jaws drop. He hops in, revving the engine to life.  They sail out over the water, Percy directing them around currents and waves. They can see the figure clearly now, and they’re sure it’s you. You’re looking away from them, out towards the darkening sky. The boat starts to slow down, and makes a whining noise. Their eyes dart to Leo.

“It’s probably just a sticky piston,” white smoke leaks from the engine, “... and I should check the coolant, too.” He opens up a panel, and starts to tweak a couple things. He sits on the edge of the boat to get a better angle, and reaches into his tool belt. He pulls out a wrench, and almost in slow motion, feels it slip between his finger tips, and into the water with a light plip.

“Shit!” He covers his mouth, worried he scared you off. Three heads turn to where you were a moment ago. Gone. He feels that familiar shameful heat creep into his stomach and cheeks. 

“Sorry guys, I-” 

“You dropped this,” He looks into the water, and you’re right next to the boat, handing him the wrench. 

“...Thanks,” he says, his heart speeding up. Your hair is wet and beads of water glisten on your skin. Your red bikini top sure isn’t doing anything to slow his racing pulse, either. Your hands brush as he takes the tool from you. You smile, and the clouds part - literally. A beam of golden sun shines behind you, making you glow. His heart is in his throat, and he knows he’s probably grinning and blushing like an idiot. 

Percy stares at your head, poking up over the side of the boat. Your hair is dyed shades of blue and teal and seafoam that blend right in with the water, but your roots are dark. He takes in your freckles, your tan lines, and your eyes… they look like part of the sea - shells, or waves, or something. He watches as Leo takes the tool, and a smile appears at the side of your mouth - the same smile he’s seen in the mirror, the same smile he’s seen on his dad. He sees all these familiar traits and knows it’s true, you’re his sister. The realization hits him like a truck, and he’s suddenly choked up. Annabeth sees this, and places a hand on his shoulder. She looks between Percy and an infatuated Leo, and takes the reins for the whole ‘the gods are real’ speech. 

“Hi,” she says, giving Percy’s hand a squeeze, “I’m Annabeth, this is Percy, and Leo. We were sent here to take you to a safe place for kids like us-”

“Ohmygod, finally,” the tension leaves your shoulders and you sigh in relief, “you have no idea how hard it’s been keeping all of this a secret, trying to be normal…” You push yourself up the side of the boat Ariel style, and pull yourself in, the edge of your tail draped slightly off the boat as you continue, “I seriously thought I was losing it for a while…” you trail off, watching them stare at your tail. 

“You’re not… you’re not merfolk, are you?” The confusion on their faces says it all. Panic rises in your chest as you start to dive off the boat. Before you can, Leo grabs your hand.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. We all have weird powers, it’s part of being a demigod.” He shows you his free hand, and flames suddenly dance across his palm. Part of your fear is replaced with confusion. 

“A what?” you ask. 

“A demigod.” you look over at Percy, who’s speaking since the first time since you’ve met him, “Our dad is Poseidon, god of the sea.” You scrunch your eyebrows, processing what he said. Annabeth smiles at the gesture, having seen her boyfriend do it a thousand times. 

“Wait… our?” He takes in a breath.

“I’m Percy, your brother.” 

The ride back to shore is a little awkward, to say the least. They had finished explaining about camp and the gods and monsters a few minutes ago, and it’s been pretty much silent since. Annabeth sits next to you, and hands you a water bottle. 

“He just needs some time,” she tells you quietly, “Poseidon’s not really supposed to have children, and Percy got a hard time for it when he was younger. He also… he thought his dad was really in love with his mom, so finding out he has a sister so close in age…” You nod in understanding. She pats you on the shoulder, and sits next to Percy at the back of the boat. You scooch up a little closer to Leo as gracefully as you can, which isn’t much, considering you have to drag along an almost 60 pound fish tail. Leo looks over at you from the controls. 

“Weird day, huh?” he asks. 

“Yeah…” 

“So how long does it take to, uh,” he nods down and you flick your tail, “de-fishify?”

You laugh. 

“Once I’m dry,” you look up at the summer sun reemerging, a little surprised that it hadn’t stormed. Then again, if children of Poseidon really could make sea storms, it made sense that it had died down now that you and Percy were feeling better. 

“which shouldn’t take long.” you finish. You look over at Percy, who’s having a quiet intense conversation with Annabeth. 

“He knows I didn’t ask for this, right?” Leo looks back at them.

“He does,” he replies. 

“It’s so surreal finding out I have a sibling I knew nothing about,” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

“Try finding out you have seven,” he laughs, shaking his head at the memory.

“Seven?!” your head snaps up to him. 

“Oh yeah,” he tells you the story of when he first came to camp, and you feel so much better already. Leo has such a comforting presence, the pain from all your problems softens a little just hearing him talk. You have a feeling you’re going to get a lot closer.

Little did you know, the feeling was mutual - and correct.