#and i would like to think that it’s because i really try to match all the colors i use with my scrubs

[mywritersmind]

DO NOT DISTURB - LN4

summary : In which an early morning surprise comes in the form of Max Verstappen staring at his little sister in his rivals jacket.

listen up : swearing! maxverstappenssister!reader

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The constant banging on the door woke me up with a groan. I didn’t think before slipping out of bed, rubbing my eyes and slumping my way to the door to see dare bother me so early. I put the do not disturb on last night!

I twisted the handle, running a hand through my hair and peak my head out. Now, you know that feeling when your stomach drops on a rollarcoater? When you’re driving a little too fast and slam your foot on the break because you are not going to make that light? That feeling that you get when you get caught.

I immediately regret it.

I immediately regret it because my brother is staring at me, his mouth open and his eyes wide. I try to slam the door shut because in my groggy haze, I forgot that i’m not in my room.

The feeling of Lando’s jacket on me suddenly takes over as I scream and push my back against the door. Max fights back instantly, not letting it close as I struggle to hold him off.

“What the fuck!?” He bangs on the door, “Y/n!?”

My eyes go to the bed where a lazy figure sits up, clearly confused until Max pushes the door open, my heels dragging on the floor in a last ditch attempt to stop him.

“Shit.” Is all Lando says, practically falling out of bed and standing up. He’s in pajama pants only and normally I would grin stupidly at his naked chest but i’m pretty sure i’m about to be murdered.

“Yeah, Shit!” Max slams the door behind him as I back away quickly, “Someone better start talking!”

See, I didn’t mean to start hooking up with my brother's rival/friend! But Lando Norris had his eyes set on me and even though at the time I thought it was just for bragging rights or a one night stand, he kept coming back.

“Um…” Lando’s voice is still scratchy from sleep as he looks at me, panicked.

“We’re dating!” I say quickly as Lando’s eyes get wide and he takes a step back. Max steps forward, something new that i’ve never seen on his face. He seems to try to find words, opening and closing his mouth a hundred times with hand gestures to match.

He stops, slapping his hand against his mouth, “I told you to stay away you little-” He screams at Lando and I suddenly wonder if he’s woken up the whole floor.

“I tried but your sisters hot, mate…” This gets Lando slammed up against the wall with a bloody grin on his face.

“Lando!” I scream, not because I'm scared for him, but because he’s being a little shit about it.

He’s wanted to tell Max for months and at times, I did too! Most of our friends our suspicious or completely know but Max is my brother. And a very protective one at that.

Hence, my boyfriend slammed against a wall.

“I will fucking destroy you, Norris.”

“Go ahead, Max. But when you do I want you to imagine me coming home to a Verstappen who really likes and pittys me.” Fucking hell he’s a complete cunt and I have to pretend it’s not hot as hell.

“Will you two stop!?” Is all I say when I see Max genuinely raise a fist! He backs away from Lando and starts pacing. I look at my curly haired who has a cheeky grin on his face. “Shut it.” I mumble and come closer to my brother.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” He looks at me and it’s the first time I realize he might be genuinely hurt.

“I knew you’d react like this.” I cross my arms, getting embarrassed that my big brother is disappointed in me.

“No, I reacted like this because I came to my friend's hotel room only to find my baby sister in his clothes!” Okay so maybe I should have told him earlier…

“It’s my fault, I didn’t want to tell.” Lando cuts in.

“No, don’t.” I groan, hating taking responsibility for my own actions, “Lando wanted to tell you. He did, actually! You both may have been piss drunk but still, he really wanted to.”

“Like me more now?” I can hear the smile in Lando’s voice as my brother blinks.

“No.”

“Anyway!” I eye Lando, “We’re dating. And I know I should have told you and you’re probably pissed-”

“Definitely pissed!” Max cuts in.

“But, I really like him.” I'm actually in love with him but I think that would make Max have a heart attack.

“You.” Max points to Lando who’s eyes widen, “You ever hurt her, Please remember that we have the same job, with the same danger, except i’ve been doing this a lot longer than you. I can play anything off as a track accident.”

Lando’s face drops as he looks to me, “Did he just threaten to kill me?” I smile and nod, “You Verstappens…”

“You threaten him before?”

I nod, “All the time.”

“Good.” Max lets out a dry laugh, walking towards the door. “I’m still pissed so don’t get any ideas about PDA around me, ever!” He pointedly says to Lando. “Ugh ew, I hate you both.”

“Love you too, Maxie.” I say with a smile and a sigh of relief.

“Hey, Max.” Lando walks up behind me and I'm already worried. My brother turns, his hand on the door, “While we’re here… we have another surprise.” Lando slips his hands over his jacket, holding my stomach. I slam my foot on his as he laughs and my brother looks at us with murder in his eyes.

I can’t help but laugh, leaning back into Lando as he holds me tighter. “Go back to your room, he’s a dick, I know!”

Then, Max does something I completely didn’t expect. He smiles.

[lizziesangel]

https://www.tumblr.com/lizziesangel/768707161946750976/rafe-cameron-high-maintenance

can you make a part 2 of this? this is sooo cutieful🥹

thank you, angel!!

ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛʀɪᴘ

the mall was bustling with weekend shoppers,—shoppers drifting in and out of stores, the air laced with the faint aroma of freshly baked pretzels and coffee. you walked alongside rafe, your hand tucked into his while the other held a bag from an earlier stop at pandora.

“so,” you said, glancing up at him, “tiffany first, or should we get your new sneakers out of the way?”

rafe smirked down at you, his free hand resting casually in his pocket. “we both know i’m not gonna say no to tiffany’s. lead the way, princess.”

you grinned, tugging him toward the sparkling storefront. “exactly what i thought.”

inside tiffany & co., the polished floors and soft lighting created a luxurious atmosphere. you made a beeline for the display cases, your eyes lighting up at the sight of gleaming jewelry.

“okay, what are we looking for today?” rafe asked, standing slightly behind you, hands in his pockets.

“just looking,” you said, though he knew better.

a sales associate appeared, all smiles. “can i help you find anything in particular?”

you gestured toward a delicate shiny bracelet adorned with tiny charms. “this is gorgeous.”

rafe leaned over your shoulder, inspecting the bracelet. “it’s nice. simple.”

“simple is timeless,” you said with a shrug, already envisioning it on your wrist.

the sales associate pulled it out, and as you tried it on, rafe glanced around the store. “you don’t need another bracelet, though. what about a necklace? you love necklaces.”

you turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “you think i have enough bracelets?”

“i think you don’t have enough necklaces,” he countered with a grin.

you turned to him, mock-offended. “you can never have enough bracelets.” the woman from the store took off the bracelet and put it back in the display.

the sales associate smiled, pulling out another bracelet you’d been admiring and a matching necklace. “would you like to try these on?”

you nodded and smiled, slipping on the necklace while rafe watched. “what do you think?” you asked, turning to him with a hopeful smile.

the two of you left tiffany & co. with a small blue bag swinging from your hand and a matching smirk on rafe’s face.

“you’re the worst,” you teased, though the warmth in your tone said otherwise.

“And yet, you still stick around,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulder as you made your way to the sneaker store.

at the nike store, rafe immediately zeroed in on a wall of new releases.

“these are sick,” he said, picking up a sleek pair of nike air maxes in black and white.

“they’re nice,” you agreed, inspecting them. “but what about these?” you held up a pair of blue new balances. “they’d go with literally everything.”

rafe shot you a look. ��what’s with you and trying to put me in new balances?”

“because they’re classic and trendy!” you argued, shoving the box into his hands. “just try them on, you could use a pop of color in your wardrobe”

rafe gave you a dubious look. “a pop of color?”

“yes,” you said firmly, grabbing the shoe in his size and handing it to him. “try them on.”

he took it, shaking his head with a smirk. “you’re really making this a whole thing, huh?”

“obviously. you can’t just grab the first pair you see, babe. shoes are important. they pull the whole look together.”

as he laced up the sneakers, you stood back, arms crossed, evaluating. “okay, those look good. now walk.”

“walk?” he repeated, incredulous.

“yes, walk. like you’re at a fashion show.”

rafe gave an exaggerated eye roll but humored you, striding across the store like he owned the place.

he smirked, humoring you as he took a lap around the store. “satisfied?”

“very,” you said with a grin.

“perfect,” you said, clapping your hands once. “we’ll take them.”

he glanced at the price tag, his lips twitching into a grin. “these are actually cheaper than your last set of nails.”

when he reached for his wallet at the register, you stopped him. “uh-uh, no way. i’m paying for these.”

rafe frowned. “princess, i just bought you half of tiffany’s—”

“exactly,” you interrupted, holding up your card. “you deserve to get at least one thing today.”

he hesitated, clearly torn between letting you pay and sticking to his usual habit of covering everything. finally, he sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. “fine, but i’m not making a habit of this.”

“shut up and accept it,” you smiled, handing your card to the cashier.

as you walked out of the store with his bag added to your growing collection, rafe slung an arm over your shoulder.

“you’re impossible,” he said with a grin.

“and you love me for it,” you quipped, leaning into him.

“unfortunately,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple, his voice warm with affection.

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content — michael kaiser x coach!gn!reader, enemies to lovers, probably ooc, some references to his past (choking), i got a wee bit carried away and then got lazy on the lover part, ok rereading i fear this might be really ooc idk i dont read the manga

enemy!kaiser who knows at first glance that he just doesn't like you. he could say that about a lot of people, but you're a different case.

enemy!kaiser who hasn't quite got the smarts, nor do you have the physical abilities, other than being a coach, to become actual rivals over something. but you know what's better? arguing over nothing.

enemy!kaiser that would do anything to piss you off and get his way. yes, he was there for the lengthy meeting for a new and reliable strategy for the next match, but he's going to completely disregard it simply because he's michael kaiser. who's gonna stop him?

enemy!kaiser who loves to get in your face, using his stature to his advantage. if you try to avoid eye contact, he only gets closer, opening his eyes much wider than needed and tilting his head so that he's the only thing that you see.

enemy!kaiser who makes you do everything for him just to spite you. from now on, it's your job to dry his hair — and don't do it too hard, otherwise you'll just mess it up. he's awfully picky about what you do and if you don't do it right, expect to hear an absolute mouthful.

kaiser who starts to talk to you normally. it's scary. every time you try to rile him up, he does respond with his usual array of insults, but they don't seem to be as sincere.

kaiser who starts to listen to you more. whenever you talk, he stares, and it's unsettling having him be so neutral. try to shy away, and as usual, he moves closer, placing his hands on his knees with his eyes boring into yours. is it just you, or are your noses touching?

kaiser who accidentally let you see how truly vulnerable he could become. it was all a big mistake, a misunderstanding, so he wished. he wanted to yell at you, to curse you out, but you didn't say a word, simply turning and closing the door and giving him the privacy that he needs.

kaiser who lets you touch his tattoos for the first time. he felt oddly comfortable that night, being surrounded only by your presence. he wasn't happy, nor sad, yet his heart was more audible than usual. he was an empty vessel, thinking and thinking about what his emotions doing to him.

kaiser who suddenly switches back to his old self. it's a defense mechanism of sorts — if he could at least act like he hates you, then he doesn't have to come to terms with his feelings.

but yet, he knows he could trust you. you've kept all of his secrets, protected him from harm, whether that be physically or verbally. never have you used his weaknesses to your advantage, or stooped too low to the point that it reminds him of his past. he wasn't looking for love, he didn't believe in love. but maybe, just maybe...

kaiser who doesn't know what he's doing. when was the last time he's ever experienced such a thing? what can he do? how can he show you how he feels? what if you reject him? no, of course not... but you've spent all of this time hating each other... how low could the changes possibly be?

in the end, you were feeling the exact same way.

lover!kaiser doesn't want to make things public immediately. it's partially his pride, but he's scared. he's scared of this entirely new part of him that was once broken before.

lover!kaiser seems to be more of a tease. his formerly rude comments come off as playful, with a smirk on his lips that is less forced, less hateful.

lover!kaiser is intimidated by the world of romance. gifts? touch? he doesn't think he could bear with it. you remained patient, teaching him slowly at his pace, and speaking your own language of love to each other.

lover!kaiser who has heart eyes that are only noticeable to you. you don't get how nobody else sees it, but perhaps they're mistaking it for his intense gaze.

lover!kaiser who finds it satisfying when you touch his neck. you only graze your fingers tentatively over his throat, yet his hand wraps around yours, urging you to make it rougher, to grip it tighter. despite his request, you don't, and he's almost relieved from that. it's not enough to completely erase the habit, but it's nice to have a better memory attached to it.

[helshollowhalls]

Plus (stating the obvious here, esp after the release of episode 4), trying to reduce your sentence to leave quickly makes you a prime target for spiraling into the cycle of disregarding your health and overworking yourself - which in turn makes you more likely to get sick and will shorten your life expectancy. (I doubt they could even provide medical care for humans, but that's an aside.)

Seeing as the whole reducing your sentence thing is nothing but word of mouth essentially (otherwise someone would have mentioned an ex-employee leaving maybe? Hmm yeah, no one has mentioned anything of the sort so far, most likely because those ex-employees get added to the pile of skeletons in storage.), all you're doing is burning yourself out and ruining your health for... What exactly? The company's profit of course :)

Your employees are running on hope, empty promises and ✨E G G✨ and that's about it.

Though one thing that is really interesting to me is the whole sentence thing.

Several things about that, actually:

First off, the length. Immy's sentence is over 400 years. Questions aside as to what she did or didn't do, does this vaguely match everyone else's time? Judging by Kip and Vee's reactions, probably not. Not to mention that humans don't live that long and I severely doubt they live that long in space either, unless time is calculated very differently than on earth and humans age slower but that would make the sentence length kind of superfluous, no?

Secondly, it's quite obvious the whole "ooooh you better be scared of your coworkers they're scary scary criminals" was nothing but hot air as well. Let's be real, no company can afford to hire the criminals that are as bad DeeDee makes them out to be. Those types wouldn't make the company any profit, they'd destroy stock and threaten customers, maybe even put a couple of them six feet under. I assume very few of those would even feel incentivised to work at all.

What's more likely is that they grab the outliers. Someone who tried shoplifting because their family is out of money and was caught. Someone who accidentally kicked their ball over the wrong fence. Someone who drove in the wrong lane without realizing. No one seems all that malicious and scheming, if anything they're misunderstood. That's probably what it all boils down to. A misunderstanding. While we don't know what Immy has done, I assume it was exactly that and it escalated pretty quickly lol Or the comparison I immediately had to think of was

"your Sim gets abducted by aliens because they got close to an alien in human disguise without realizing and now they're stuck in a flying saucer" (apparently socializing with an alien Sim makes a Sim more likely to be abducted in the Sims 4. I don't play the Sims, I just currently watch a lot of videos on it for reasons only known to my ADHD)

It was most likely a scenario of her accidentally violating stupid rules without being made aware of them first. Classic scenario of 'Keeping ferrets in a bathtub ✨in space✨', I guess

So I was rewatching the Deep Space Discounts pilot again (it's really good and I would recommend it), and I might expand on this thought later.

But I just got hit by two horrifying possibilities with the sentence reductions.

First is the heartbreakingly horrific one which is we only have their word they can do that. What if they're lying and the duration of the sentence is unchanged? And like someone trusts the cuff when it says they've finished their sentence time and then are rearrested for attempting to escape because they still have time left

And second. If they have the ability to reduce the sentence for completion of tasks, then do they have the ability to extend it for, say, failing to meet KPIs? Is getting put on a PIP a literal death sentence?

[laseracronym]

Bakugou/Loner!Reader

(Thinking about Bakugou having a crush on a loner from the Gen Ed course.)

You definitely think he's trying to pick a fight when he first approaches.

What could one of the top students in the Hero Course want with a Gen Ed loser like you? Not even the kids in your own class really hang around you, and that's by design.

He's not clear with his intentions and is awkward in his own aggressive way. You take it for genuine animosity and respond in kind. You're feisty when you want to be.

You start having little snarling matches with him when you bump into each other in the hallways, which is becoming more and more frequent as of late. This guy really has it out for you.

Your classmates wonder if you have a death wish, challenging a guy who can blow you up and is currently receiving combat training. Bakugou's classmates wonder what that poor Gen Ed kid did to piss him off so much, though some (especially Kirishima and Midoriya) suspect something else is going on.

You're starting to become known around the school because of these exchanges. You don't like it, you liked it when no one looked at you and you had your peace. You start to ignore him, hoping he'll get the hint and leave you alone if you stop reacting to him.

He doesn't like that at all.

At first he's confused, completely thrown off by the change in energy from you. But if you think he's just going to let you ignore him... Him? Oh hell no.

"Hey," he barks, when you try to pass him without a word yet again. He catches your wrist in a calloused hand, grip firm yet not as rough as you thought he would be. The contact sends a rush through your nervous system, and you're so caught off guard that you don't even think to shake him off. He tugs you a little closer, his voice gruff yet soft, red-eyed gaze intense yet earnest, "don't ignore me. Look at me."

"What do you want from me!?" you finally burst out, after all this time, all these encounters, you still have no idea what the hell he wants from you.

"You, you stupid asshole!" he barks back, exasperated and face aflame with irritation, embarrassment, and longing. He clenches his jaw, nostrils flaring like an angry bull, before he huffs out what is supposed to be a calming breath. His next words are no less frustrated, but at least they don't echo off the walls. "I want you, I want to be with you and shit, why can't you take the hint!?"

You flounder, your jaw working but no words come out for a second, before you're spluttering, "don't call me stupid! How was I supposed to know that's what you wanted!?"

The argument devolves from there, but he's still got a hold of you and you have yet to turn him down, there's a change in the tension, the fire, now. It seems like you two might finally be on the same page.

(Currently taking requests for drabbles and headcanons!)

[amazinglyashy]

"Sylus? A prankster? Get out of here-"

Pairings: Sylus x Reader, Luke and Kieran & Reader Summary: A short drabble about what goes on after all of the shady dealings, blackmail, and betrayal in the N109 zone. About how Sylus may have quickly discovered just how alike you are to the two henchmen he employs- and maybe, he isn't so different himself, either . Tags: Fluff, Pranks, Gender-neutral pronouns for Reader, Drabble Notes: I genuinely really love writing not just for Sylus, but a bit concerning the antics of Luke and Kieran. I might make some headcanon posts regarding the two of them soon actually, but we will see! Wordcount: 640

The problem was that Sylus had thought, against any sort of better judgement, really, that you were perhaps... similar to him.

He didn't think in the more obvious ways, no- he didn't think you would ever be a consistent player in black market dealings, he knew your idea of speeding was going maybe 15 over the limit at the max, and you definitely preferred nice cocktails over anything more simple like gin fizz or whiskey.

But he had thought you had a certain air of... maturity to you, that could match his own normally.

Well, you had proved him wrong.

Especially with Luke and Kieran.

He was honestly going to have to stop referring to them as the twins, and refer to the three of you as something more akin to the three musketeers.

It was a practically daily occurrence where he would wake up, and something, anything, would be out of place. Maybe the top three pairs of socks in his drawer were now mismatched, maybe the soaps in his shower were rearranged so his muscle memory would grab a bottle of conditioner instead of the shampoo and end up realizing only after he smoothed it across his damp hair. Nothing too big, but- little things.

And what made it worse, was that in joining those two little brats, you had effectively made the entire unit of you three better off. You were a horrible liar, but your brought not only a certain special brand of new ideas, but you also made it more difficult for Sylus himself.

See, he couldn't well punish the three of you with those sweet kitten eyes staring back at him if the three of you managed to get caught- and your involvement also was stirring up something... not quite new, per se. But something that had long since become dormant, and was so very rarely unearthed again throughout time.

And that was probably why you had found yourself putting on the wrong shoe on the wrong foot after visiting him occasionally, impulsively assuming that they had been left exactly how you had left them, too busy chatting with Kieran about something before you went on your way to notice ahead of time. Or maybe it was why you found your tongue turned purple in the mirror, stained such a goofily saturated color from something he had put in your portion of dinner set out at the table.

Of course, it took you a considerable amount of time to discover who was doing it- you had assumed Kieran had done it- or maybe Luke, out of revenge for not spending enough time with them, or because you had slighted them in some way. There was a small period of infighting between the three of you, before the dawning realization had come that- if it wasn't any of the three of you- who could it be...?

And while the three of you had all agreed on the same notion, that notion being that Sylus, the ruthless leader of Onychinus, did not play pranks, it was getting increasingly difficult to try and pin the blame on anyone else. Anyone else who worked for the man knew their place, or in better terms- wouldn't dare risk a silly prank directed at anyone who had a body count, or was closely associated with those with body counts.

It didn't take any of you long, however. To get past the initial disbelief-turned-shock about how Sylus was slowly joining in more and more in small little bouts of mischief- returning pranks that he received, or coming up with new ideas entirely- and start making even more of a game than it had been before. The four of you had a wonderful little game going on, and none of you seemed to want it to stop.

Not anytime soon, at least.

[cognitiveoverload]

Suicide game (Hwang In-ho/Front Man x reader)

Summary: You get an idea during a game, a proposition for a new set of players. Since the Host isn’t present, you talk to the Front Man about it.

Tags: mention of suicidal thoughts

All the other VIPs are busy talking to each other, discussing how much they bet on certain players, how much they’ve lost or won so far. To you, it’s all background noise, you couldn’t care less about it. Your focus is narrowed to the man in gray and black, the Front Man as he was called, because there’s something you want to discuss with him, preferably without an audience.

So, you wait for the perfect moment, which arrives halfway through the ongoing game. After noting that everyone else is busy drinking or watching the players, you stand up and walk over to your target, leaning against the railing he’s standing next to. He doesn’t say anything, only watches you, waiting for whatever you want to say.

“If I remember correctly, these players are here because they need money due to their debts, right?” you wonder casually. There’s a beat of silence, and he doesn’t have to explain what it’s about. “The old man told me when he mentioned this game.”

He lets out a humming sound, tasting your words, trying to imagine his boss talking to someone about this so freely. But Il-nam has a soft spot for you, he knew your father, and when your parents died, he took you under his wings; he gave you really good advice on how to use your inheritance, and he generally helped you if you needed anything. Inviting you to be a VIP when he joined the game was a strange thing, but he survived, and for you, that was enough.

The Front Man looks out the window, watching the players argue about which glass sheet to pick, then turns back to you. “We’re giving them a chance to–”

You quickly raise a hand to dismiss the whole train of thought. “Yeah, yeah, I know, but hear me out. Wouldn’t it be fun to invite suicidal people to the games? Choosing a method isn’t always easy, and they might be debating whether or not to kill themselves, but this? They can die doing something… fun,” you suggest, aware of the fact your smile can be seen under the mask that doesn’t cover your mouth.

“And what makes you think they would be interested?” he asks, and you can hear it in his tone that he considers your idea.

With a shrug, you glance at the bridge and take a sip of your champagne as you watch a player fall to their death. “I sure would join if you made it happen.” You say this so casually that it takes him off guard, at least that’s what his silence is telling you. “Can you ask your boss if he would be interested? I have the money to fund part of it, and I’m sure I could help convince a few other people too. The winner could choose between a bullet to the head and the cash prize.”

For a few moments he’s watching you in silence, but then he takes a deep breath and turns to look at the other guests. “Which one would you choose?” he asks.

“Death.”

He turns to you, watching you in silence for a while. You hear the sound of breaking glass, followed by a high-pitched scream from the arena, but you don’t tear your gaze away from the man in front of you. It’s a staring match, one you’re determined to win. Right now, it feels like the two of you were in a bubble, safely locked away from the other people in the room.

Someone in a red suit and a mask with a square logo stops a few feet away, and the Front Man lets out a sigh before signaling him to wait. “I’ll talk to the Host after the game.”

Nodding, you flash a small smile at him. “Thank you. And tell him I have one condition. If it happens, I want to play the game,” you say, your voice determined and unwavering.

Your statement gets a reaction out of him. Although the color of his skin isn’t visible thanks to the leather gloves he’s wearing, you can see the way his grip on the railing tightens upon hearing your request. Maybe it’s not a usual request, VIPs don’t want to participate, but you feel like this could be the key to your happiness. You want to die, but you don’t like the uncertainty. What if the method you choose in the end isn’t fail-safe? But here you would definitely die, and at least you would experience that thrill.

In the end, he only nods then walks away to see what the staff member wants to tell him. He will get back to you with the answer, you’re sure of that. Especially since you can feel his eyes on you right until you leave the room after the game, like he doesn’t approve of your plan. But it doesn’t matter. It’s all up to the old man now.

[avonne-writes]

²⁴⁾ the lap of someone who’s been gone for too long - kitty Gale, please!

Thank you for the ask! This is also a fill for one of my bingo prompts: touch-starved.

It's already dark outside when Bucky finally makes his way up the porch steps and slots his key in the front door. He turns it carefully, holding all the other keys on his chain tight in his palm. The door opens without a sound. Gale must have worked on the squeaky hinges while he was away. Could never stand such tinny noises for long.

The warm smells of home embrace him as he shrugs his coat off and puts his shoes next to Gale's as gingerly as if they were made of glass. He leaves his bag on the floor. Gale's present can wait until tomorrow. Padding inside on socked feet, Bucky makes his way through the labyrinth of silhouettes towards the bedroom. A light would give him away, so he doesn’t bother with it, just hopes that Gale hasn't rearranged anything that would break Bucky's toes if he kicked it. A risk he’ll have to take.

He's just about to skirt around the big, worn armchair that he and Gale fight about sometimes when he hears a soft thud to his right, then a figure pops up in front of him, seemingly out of thin air.

"Fuck!" Bucky exclaims, jumping reflexively. Then the sweet warmth of amusement blooms in his chest, bright and familiar. He got caught. He barks a laugh at the same time as Gale's snicker reaches his ears.

"Did you think you could surprise me?" Gale's voice rumbles close to Bucky's face. There’s a coy tone to it, something that weaves itself around Bucky’s body like a cat rubbing against his legs.

Blindly, Bucky leans in, a man starved. By some miracle or simply because Gale can see in the dark, the kiss lands where it should - on Gale’s plush lips, soft and curving where he can’t push down on his smile. I missed you, Bucky half hums, half mumbles, doesn’t get a single audible word out but Gale makes a quiet sound in return and loops his arms around Bucky’s waist. He presses his entire body to Bucky, as if he can’t decide if he wants a hug or another kiss or just wants to climb Bucky like a tree.

Bucky’s smile digs the crow's feet deeper around his eyes as he trails his kisses to Gale's cheek. "Thought you'd be asleep."

"I was." Gale purrs. His back rumbles with it, a restless rhythm that matches his breathing. It gives him away. His excitement, joy and relief pour out of him no matter how calm his voice is. "Did you really think I wouldn’t hear you?"

Bucky chuckles. "I'll get you one day."

"Sure, Bucky." Pitched low, Gale's voice trembles directly against Bucky's ear. Gale's stubble tickles his skin as Gale noses a path down along Bucky's neck, then starts nuzzling the tender crook of it, where Bucky's sweater is pulled askew.

"I missed you." Bucky repeats, combing through Gale’s hair because he knows Gale loves it. Oh, how long he’s been starving for this, to cradle his love in his arms. He was away too long. He never wants to leave again. "Did you miss me?"

Gale nips his neck, leaning heavily into Bucky’s embrace and taking deep, shuddering breaths. Still purring. "Missed you warming my chair."

"So spoiled." Bucky teases, grabbing at Gale’s side with one hand and feeling for said armchair with the other. "Such a princess."

He plops down on the thick cushion, pulling Gale along with him, into his lap. The old chair groans but bears their weight as it always does. Its fabric feels warm under Bucky's ass. Did Gale sleep curled up here as a cat, unwilling to spend the night alone in a large, empty bed? He can imagine it so clearly. A ball of cream-white fur tucked against the chair's arm, mournful eyes fixed on the front door until exhaustion pulled them closed.

Gale doesn’t reply to his teasing. He’s too busy trying to fit as much of himself against Bucky as he can, unsatisfied with the limits of their bodies, then he stills. Slowly, perhaps to savour it, he presses his lips to Bucky's again. The darkness hides his expression, but Bucky feels his longing all the same. It’s an echo of his own. He would climb inside Gale's skin to be closer to him if he could.

"I'm gonna shift, okay?" Gale asks quietly.

Bucky rubs their noses together. "Go ahead, doll."

For a moment, Gale lets his head drop to the crook of Bucky's neck again. Then, the arm curled around Bucky's neck pulls back, the weight on his lap changes, the brush of fabric under Bucky's palm gives way to silky fur, and in a blink, it’s not human Gale sitting on his thighs anymore, but a large cat.

"There you are." Bucky smiles at him, running his palm along his back.

Gale pushes into the touch for a moment, then paws at Bucky’s sweater. It’s not something that surprises Bucky. Not anymore. He pulls the hem of the garment away from his belly, and Gale doesn’t waste any time playing coy now, he tucks himself right inside. Hot and cozy against Bucky's stomach, purring away. Bucky sticks his hand inside his sweater and lays it on Gale’s back to hold him close.

He's home.

[slytherinsoso]

picture you | f.w.

in which, you accidentally say fred’s name whilst kissing your boyfriend…

you had been dating your boyfriend for six months. he was a sweet and kind boy and boys like that were hard to find. at least that’s what you kept having to remind yourself.

to be honest, you only dated at him at first because your best friend, fred weasley, had gotten a girlfriend and neglected you. your boyfriend had always had a crush on you, so feeling somewhat lonely, you gave him a chance. fred and his girlfriend had only lasted a few months but even when he was finally single and available to spend more time with you again, you decided to show him exactly how it felt.

boys your age weren’t usually as respectful as your boyfriend was; it was something you’d admired at first. but as the months went by and he still hadn’t tried to make any advancements, you were growing extremely frustrated. sexually frustrated.

one night, after hours in the library, between studying you attempted to take matters into your own hands. you couldn’t focus at all on the book in front of you. there was only one thing on you mind. you gently placed your hand on his thigh. it was subtle, simply testing the waters.

he laughed nervously, asking “what are you doing?”

the rejection simmered through you. tears pricked your eyes yet you held them in, faking a smile so that he thought everything was fine. you knew in that moment that there really was no hope.

your boyfriend, clearly noticing a shift in your energy, cupped your face with his hands, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. but gentle wasn’t what you wanted.

after scanning the room to make sure no one had come in without you realising, you pulled him closer to you, giving him a kiss back. the kiss was not gentle like his, instead it was filled with desperation for more. your tongue slipped inside his mouth, instantly meeting his. the kiss started awkwardly, due to the contrast of your desire for a fast pace and his soft nature. although he was shocked, it didn’t take long for him to match your speed, the kiss becoming messy.

you had never kissed your boyfriend like that. and in your mind, you weren’t even kissing him like that now. in your mind, it was fred weasley who you were kissing.

you knew it was wrong. but that didn’t stop you.

it was always fred. whenever you were alone, doing things you’d never admit out loud, it was fred who was on your mind.

yes, he had only ever been your best friend but that was because you settled for that position since he never appeared to share the same feelings that you had for him. even though it frustrated you so intensely, your mind always seemed to betray you by making you unable to feel turned on by absolutely anyone except him.

so perhaps that was why you whispered fred’s name into your boyfriends ear when he slipped his hand up your thigh.

“what did you just say?” your boyfriend asked, confused.

“i just said yeah.”

“no, you didn’t.”

“well, what do you think i said?”

“you said fred. who’s fred?”

fuck.

you stood up, packing up your books into your bag, feeling your cheeks growing red.

“fred weasley?” he asked.

you shook your head and sped away, straight to the gryffindor common room. your boyfriend followed behind you, calling out your name. you couldn’t face him. nothing you could think of to say would make the situation any better.

back in the common room, the first person you noticed was fred. he was sat with some other gryffindor quidditch team members, all laughing at something he’d said. fred noticed you the moment you entered and flashed you a small smile. one you felt too guilty to return. you hastily passed him and all his friends, trying to maintain a cool and collected image of yourself though inside you felt as if you could cry. you felt fred’s eyes linger on you as you walked by.

“y/n!” your boyfriend called out across the whole common room.

you froze. all eyes in the room darted between you and him.

“oh, fred weasley, great, there you are!” your boyfriend exclaimed, upon realising he was there.

fred’s friends exchanged mischievous glances, clearly anticipating some trouble ahead.

fred raised an eyebrow, curiously. “you alright mate?”

“would you care to explain to me why my girlfriend just called me your name?”

you couldn’t believe what was happening.

the boys around fred all let out some laughs. fred, on the other hand, looked nothing less than dumbfounded. he glanced over to you, squinting a little as if trying to assess what was really going on here. he was trying to read on your face if it was really true.

“i didn’t!” you protested, “i told you, that’s not what I said.”

“i heard it as clear as day, so come on, let’s get to the bottom of this,” your boyfriend countered.

this was so out of character for him to be confrontational.

“so you’re saying she just randomly said my name, yeah?” fred asked.

“when i was kissing her.”

the boys around fred all let out an “ooo”, teasing fred. this only made your boyfriend even more furious.

beads of sweat were forming on your forehead. you didn’t even realise that you were running until you found yourself in the bathrooms, looking at your crimson cheeks and watery eyes in the mirror. still looking in the mirror, you clocked fred coming up behind you.

“please, go away,” you pleaded.

he didn’t go anywhere, only moved closer to you.

you covered your face with your hands, but he took them in his and moved them down to your side. now he could look in your eyes.

“if it makes you feel any better,” he whispered, “i picture you, too.”

“what?”

“you know what i mean.”

he winked, cheekily, and you couldn’t help but let out a small smile because of it.

“you don’t have to lie,” you told him, turning away.

“why would i lie?”

“to make me feel less awkward? i don’t know.”

“if i just wanted to make you feel less awkward i’d probably have just pulled a little prank to lighten the mood a bit,” he confessed.

you knew it was true. that was fred all right.

“so what then?” you questioned.

“so you need to leave that pathetic boyfriend of yours.”

you gasped at the brutal honesty in his response.

“he’s clearly not giving you what you truly what if you have to keep thinking about me when he’s kissing you,” fred shrugged.

“that’s not just going to magically stop me thinking about kissing you.”

the words almost didn’t feel like yours. they were too bold for you. but they’d slipped straight out.

with no hesitation, fred grabbed your face in his big, warm hands, pulling it towards his own so that his lips could meet yours. your tongues instantly met, clashing against each other with speed. he slipped his hand around your waist, leaning you against the sink and pressing his body against you.

being so close to a boy like this was new to you, but because of all the times you’d experienced it in your head, with him, it felt so familiar.

“am i living up to the me that exists only in your imagination?” he whispered in your ear.

the whisper gave you goosebumps. you nodded, before quickly rejoining your lips with his.

[respectthepetty]

Each week I write that I won’t focus on whatever is happening with Yellow Yal Arm and Red Rascal Arc’s colors, so in the thirteenth episode, I’m telling myself the same thing since, once again, I got bigger fish to fry!

Like these two and their kinks!

And these two and their toxic relationship with its back and forth breaking up and fighting, which shocks me since Black Brooder Klao is lightening up because of Warit.

But most importantly, Green Guy Gun is in love with Black Brooder Yotha since he keeps wearing Yotha’s black.

Yet there is a divide between them as beautifully emphasized by the background of their room.

Luckily, Green Guy Gun has color-coded friends to support him: his bestie Kong who is a Blue Boy, Franc, the Pink Person, and Book being whatever color that is.

And I can't forget about Yotha’s Blue Boy brother, Faifa!

Who he’ll really need since the beautifully colored scene is about to crush us all.

Including our usually chill and jovial Green Guy.

Look at how he turns red sitting next to the boy who has kissed him several times AND HIS EX!

And look at Arc be red, as he should be because he is a Red Rascal. I don’t know what is happening with Arm, but back to the drama!

And boy oh boy is it some drama as Warit emerges from the red exit.

These two are back on their color-coded bullshit.

And these two have to witness it BEFORE ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!

Green Guys are too chill because Gun asked Yotha not to go out, watched Yotha kiss his ex, sat at the dinner with them, watched everyone get punched because Yotha is ghosting girls, then cleans Yotha up, and doesn’t even pop off like a bottle of Champagne at a bridal shower. Like . . . my dude! Get upset!

Even him moving away from Yotha was so soft that it hurt me because he still wasn’t trying to hurt Yotha. He never wants to hurt Yotha!!!!

So thank goodness for Yotha’s brothers stepping in when they did because I think Gun would have cried on the spot if he thought he was hurting Yotha more.

Faifa is the best Blue Boy for getting Gun to admit that Gun doesn’t even feel like he can be upset since he is in a situationship with Yotha and doesn’t feel like he has any right to get mad. Look at how that Blue Boy looks at him! He is going to be mad for him!

And now a chill Green Guy Gun is caught in the middle of a Black Brooder and a Blue Boy, and although I don’t like that both of them told Gun to be quiet, I do appreciate that Faifa is going IN on Yotha because Gun would never. Gun doesn’t believe he should be upset, so Faifa is making sure that Yotha knows someone is upset, and it’s him!

Side quest: WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH THEIR COLORS?!

Oh, thank goodness, Arc is packing red clothing. All is well. There is hope for these two!

And there is hope for these two too.

Yotha is lucky that his brother is a Blue Boy and not a Red Rascal because he would have murdered him the second he walked back into that room.

But the color-coded crew is coming through and making sure their Green Guy is protected at all times.

AND YOTHA IS FINALLY WEARING GREEN!!!!!

I know Blue Boy Sand and Green Guy Po, I’m shocked too! Yotha is in love with Gun and wearing his color! HE FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT!

And now he is sitting on a green bench trying to plan how to get Gun back while realizing he just doesn’t want his roommate back, but his future boyfriend back! OH HEAVENS YES!

Arm wearing blue is messing up my happy mood, but it’s okay because Yotha isn’t in full black! He is lightening up! He is showing his feelings! HE IS IN LOVE!

Arc in red is all I need to remember that Arc and Arm were consistently color-coded during their portion of this show, and that the wardrobe department was probably fighting for its life during this show.

And now we end here, with Yotha, the lightest he has been so far, matching colors with Gun, and I’m thrilled.

And not just because I get to see Tawan again next episode!

[hollowed-theory-hall]

I've been reading your posts for awhile now and I genuinely enjoy reading your takes especially with Harry's characterization. so I've been wondering what are your thoughts on the lupin family? especially with teddy? although I still kinda dislike his parents' relationship i still think he's an interesting character and i wished people talked about him more outside of shipping. What would his relationship with harry be growing up? Also Lyall's death was never really confirmed, only hope's was so do you think he and Andromeda raised teddy instead of harry? It still feels odd that remus chose a 17 year old to be his son's godfather surely there were other suitable candidates than a literal teenager.

Thank you so much 💕

So, this is like entirely in my headcanon space since I did not watch/read Cursed Child and I'm not planning to. I don't consider any of the post-book material canon at all except the Quidditch World Cup in 2014, which I accept since it's fun and doesn't go out of its way to ruin established characters. I enjoyed reading it more than the epilogue, so that's something.

That being said, I often prefer to ignore many aspects of the epilogue and the World Cup article when headcanoning post-books events. I also don't engage much with next-gen stuff since I'm more interested in Harry's generation, but I do have some thoughts about Teddy.

With all this out of the way, let's talk about the Lupins.

So, I like Remadora, I think they're alright for the little we see of them. Tonks just deserves so much better than Lupin in my mind. I mean, he wanted to leave her, after he got her pregnant, for his own sense of inadequacy, guilt, and allergy to taking responsibility. Harry was so justified in ripping Remus a new one.

Now, I mentioned here, how I think Remus didn't make Harry Teddy's godfather because he thought Harry was ready (though Harry is more mature and responsible at 17 than Remus is at 37, so...), but as a way to promise Harry that he isn't going to push him, or Tonks, or anyone who loves him away anymore. It was Remus trying to apologize in a weird way that didn't really land. Especially since he goes and dies right after. (can you tell Remus is my least favorite marauder?)

Now, I find it really hard to imagine Remus as a father for Teddy had he lived. Like, I can see Tonks being a cool mom and her and Teddy matching hair colors when walking together and messing with people (and I think she could become more responsible had she lived longer). Remus is a harder one for me to envision as a parent. I mean, I think he'd be relieved that Teddy wasn't born a werewolf, but whenever he'd look at Teddy and Nymphadora, I think Remus couldn't help but feel sorry for himself and like he doesn't deserve them. While making Harry Teddy's godfather was meant to be a sort of promise, I can't see Remus fixing his habits so quickly. I mean, he'd try. But I can also see him, trying to up and leave a few times only to be talked out of it by various characters.

I think his behavior is going to put a lot of stress on Tonks too. Like, While I think they do love each other, I don't know how well their relationship would work in the long run if Remus doesn't bother to work on himself and get his fucking act together.

But in the books they both died, so Teddy is spared the mess his parents' relationship likely would've been and is instead stuck with a different mess of being an orphan with a 17-year-old caretaker. (This kid cannot win. Maybe because both his parents were kinda irresponsible and didn't quite get a grasp on adulthood when he was born)

So, post-DH, Remus and Tonks are dead, Ted Tonks is dead and we are left with a grieving Andromeda who lost all her family (again), a grieving Harry who just keeps losing people, and a newly orphaned barely a-year-old Teddy Lupin.

I think Teddy is an interesting mirror to baby Harry and Neville in a way. His parents died/couldn't take care of him because of Voldemort/his followers and he was left with only a godfather/grandmother. Teddy got both and his godfather isn't in Azkaban, so he has it a little better.

I like to imagine Harry makes sure to be super involved with Teddy's childhood, but I can't imagine a 17-year-old (almost 18) Harry post-war and maybe going back to Hogwarts for 8th year (depends on headcanon) being in a state to take care of a baby full time. I like to think Andy helps out in that first year a lot. I think Andy needs someone, some family to get her through loss. And I think Harry could enjoy Andy's company too. I'm sure she has plenty of stories about a young Sirius, and maybe even a young James, and in my headcanon, Andy somewhat adopts Harry as an extra son too.

Which means she ends up seeing way more Weasleys than she ever expected to. I think the Weasleys, who just lost Fred would understand a lot. I mean, both Andy and Molly lost a child and other family. I want Andromeda be more involved with all of them post-canon. That's my wish.

So Harry is Teddy's official guardian, but he spends loads of time with his grandma and the Weasleys growing up probably. Like, I don't mind him and Victoire being together, though I wouldn't necessarily have been my preferred choice, but I don't really care. They're probably childhood besties because they grew up together.

As for Teddy's relationship with Harry, I think Harry would end up treating him more like a much younger brother than a son. I mean, when Teddy would be 10, Harry would just be 27. Don't get me wrong, Harry could, technically, be his dad, but I think their dynamic is going to be different than that of Harry with his own children. Just because of how young and traumatized Harry is when he gets Teddy.

So, I think their relationship would have its tense points, but they'd also love each other. Like, you know Harry would do his best. He'd be super protective over Teddy, Andy would be, too. Like, no one messes with this kid.

But I also kinda want Teddy making a: "you're not my dad" joke/comment when Harry tries to send him to his room or something and Harry doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry the first time it happens. But I think it would become a recurring joke Harry laughs from.

I think the first years would be the roughest. Everyone's grieving and trying to settle back into a semblance of normal life. Harry never really had a "normal life" he's gonna have no idea what to do with himself and I think Teddy could be a purpose he dedicates himself to. I think these two and Andy could all help each other figure their lives out. But as Teddy grows older and things settle down, it becomes easier.

While I think Harry and Teddy would end up really close, it's not going to be exactly the same relationship Harry and Sirius had. Teddy is going to have a happy childhood, Harry and Andy wouldn't let it be any other way, so he won't have the same grief and trauma Harry did as a child. Like, their dynamic would be less desperate, I think. Like, Harry wouldn't need to stay in a cave and eat rats for Teddy, their situation would be way chiller. Like, I think Harry would be constantly confused about how Teddy ended up being such a cool kid/teen because he doesn't think he could've raised him like that and he would joke about it with Teddy who'd be all sarcastic like: "Obviously, I raised myself here,"

Like, I imagine Teddy with his mother's punk fashion sense and goofiness (the goofiness I believe was 100% shared by Ted Tonks), Remus' voice and constant self-doubt, Andromeda's posture (he sits with his back perfectly straight, okay, Andy didn't let him slouch by the table), and Harry's sarcasm. He's like this mix of them and still his own person.

I think Teddy is likely to go through quite a lot of personal phases to try and figure out his own identity and how he portrays himself. Becouse everyone treats him as the godson of the famed boy who lived, but his dead parents were the last Metamorphmagus and a Werewolf. And he is very close to his grandma, who is a disowned daughter of House Black. Like, this is a kid rip for angst about who he is and who people see him as and him being a Metamorphmagus really leans into it.

Like, a young Teddy making sure to look like Harry in public because he's proud of the connection. Or Teddy mimicking Remus or Tonks' appearance from photos when he thinks about them and misses them or wants to remind strangers who his parents actually are becouse they seem to forget. Like, that could be super fun.

I think Harry's kids would really like Teddy. He's like a cool older cousin/brother who lives with them. Like, I can see them really looking up to him and Teddy would complain to Harry about being followed around by a 3-year-old that won't leave him alone and Harry would just find the whole thing amusing.

(I can also see a post-war Andromeda getting back in touch with Narcissa, so you could involve the Malfoys too if you felt like it. Though I feel like Teddy would just, not like Lucius much)

(Also also, I think Lyall is dead. I feel like if he was alive we would know, yk?)

[ainnur]

we know you like celestialchaos (Wukong/Xiangliu) and divorced shadowpeach (where Macaque is the pathetic ex) but do you have any other LMK ships?

with or without Wukong, doesn’t matter

I DO!! Im a semi multishipper so I have few ships I like and some of them a pretty rare but I'll explain why I like them in simple way.

Start with my third favorite:

StableBoy (Ao Lie/Wukong)

To me this ship just a cute one. It match my hc that Ao Lie being the first person Wukong ever open up to after all the shit he been through because Wukong loves horses lol. And Ao lie is one of the persons that see Wukong grow to be better. I can see it as first ever heathy relationship Wukong ever have. Also Ao Lie the first person he ever truly trusted always listening to what he says. Ao Lie is Wukong's light.

OTHER SHIPS 👇🏼👇🏼

GoldenDragon (Mk/Mei)

Best friend to lover trope. They is two people that would say "If we single when we 27, we just marry each other" and the keep their dynamic. Plus they always be their for each other and match each other energy. They know each other the best and I like that about them. And when I first watched lmk I actually think they were dating or something lol. Im just like the silver and gold brother demon 🥲 sue me. If anything GoldenDragon is not parelle with Shadowpeach but StableBoy.

FreeNoddle (Tang/Pigsy)

Old married couple for the win✨ I just like how they lovingly fight with each other but comfort each other when needed.

LionPeach (Azure/Wukong)

This really giving love at first sight 😭I mean what is this. Look I like them because they cute. Azure admire Wukong and see him as great warrior, a bother, the King! Little bit too much its unhealthy. And Wukong have all his trust and having same gold as him and that is making the world a better place. But because his admiration, he blame Wukong for failing. For not achieving what he expect of Wukong to be. He also think what he doing is right. But even everything he never wanted to hurt anyone deep down and he made mistakes and redeemed himself with his life despite everything he loved his friends and they all loved him. Just look at Wukong when Azure die. And after everyting Wukong still care about him in a way.

Shadowpuppet (Not Mayor/Macaque)

Petty rival that somehow get together lol. I like them both being shitty to each other but cant leave each other side because they only have each other 🥲.

DestinyBone (Mayor/Lady Bone Demon)

One side love. Mayor do everything for LBD while her only focus on her destiny. Everything he do is for her but now she gone...he is nothing.

PuppetPeach (Wukong/Mayor)

Toxic yuri- okay look I have this idea for them with Mayor try to find someone else to serve after LBD is gone. At first Mayor dont like Wukong because you know, Wukong is the one make him realize that LBD never actually need him. But when fighting with Wukong he remember something. The warm that Wukong left him. It also cold when come to lbd and that how he like it but this warm feel strange to him. After some stalking he see Wukong as the leader, as the protector, as the hero and most importantly as a KING. Someone who deserve to be serve. I made a fanfic once about them HERE

StringDoll (Spider Queen/Lady Bone Demon)

✨Toxic Yuri for real ✨No explainition just them

IronBull (PIF/DBK)

Vilain power couple ✨. They may be a shit parents to Red Son but damn they're THAT couple. They just good with each other. I like how dbk defend PIF by saying that PIF can handle herself because she is a strong women but still worry about her because THAT his wife, he have right to be worry. And PIF? She loyal for him. 500 years finding way to free her husband from mountain. *Ehem* Take note Macaque *Ehem*. PIF would rush to her husband always. Just like when Azure attack DBK and his family, PIF quickly rush and jump infront of her husband wanting to protect him. I was like damn, you go girl ✨They either be good parents or good couple. They made their decision lol.

GoldenFeather (Peng/Wukong)

Okay I like this ship because my friend @starrclown make me ship theme with their cute fanfic. But I still have my own idea for them. I like them in 2 way

1)Peng having a casual crush on Wukong. Its never anything big. Peng just think Wukong is funny and chaotic. Peng love 'chaos' anyway and without it they think it be boring. Peng know that Wukong never actually like anyone and is fine by that. If Wukong like them back it be awasome but if Wukong dont Peng will be just find.

2) Peng have crush on Macaque😬. Hate crush but still crush. The thing is that Mac is a simp for Wukong and Peng just don't get it. He just don't get what so good about Wukong that got Macaque drolling like that. Peng being curious and also don't want seem as coward like Macaque ask Wukong for a "night" just to have the taste. Now he understand Macaque and wanting Wukong

Also Peng might be more important to Wukong consider he is one of first ink from Wukong scroll that show up and the first one to attack

This is OC x Canon:

ToxicPeach (Steve/Wukong)

Okay this is crack ship that me and my friend @halfdeadhalfpaniced made with random character we call Steve. But more time pass I kinda like the ship. Steve the wanna rockstar fall in love with the Monkey King himself. Wukong is questioning why he like that loser lol

[epickiya722]

When I tell you I'm so sick of this.

Yes, yes, Bakugou used to be his bully and all that yadda yadda. Oh my gosh, wow, a bully in the story! How dare such a thing exists!

Okay, stop clutching your pearls. Even Bakugou knew he was a total ass and it's not something he ever got away with like that, let alone he does grow up, so chill.

But if you're gonna go that route, throwing Todoroki in there to be like "it makes sense to pair them instead" is kind of strange because even though Todoroki didn't bully Midoriya, they did still immediately start on the wrong foot. I mean, Todoroki could have killed Midoriya in their match but I don't see people going "I don't understand how people can ship them, it doesn't make sense to me when Todoroki could have seriously killed Midoriya that one time".

I have seen people ship Midoriya with characters worse than Bakugou, but OMG, it's their ship that gets tackled on the most and at this point, I see it as a trend.

I see it as someone has to do because they're a follower.

Honestly, it's just getting ridiculous.

If the ship doesn't make sense to you, it doesn't make sense to you, who cares? But posting about it like this and then tagging it, doesn't do anything good.

No one who has caught up with the anime and manga would post about the ship in a rather negative way would be "it doesn't make sense to ship them".

"What if they aren't caught up?"

Even so, does it need to make sense? Is it an actual necessity for someone to have a ship to make sense if at the end of the day they're just entertained by the mere thought of it and not bothering you about it?

Take it from someone who ships Miruko and Burnin and is her favorite MHA ship at this time. We ain't see them have no onscreen interaction. That didn't stop me though and going "Hey, I think you two would look cute together".

There are ships in this fandom that have a way worse relationship in canon and still people ship them.

"I see art that depicts them being cute together." Okay, so and? Are you losing HP from it like some video game character that has yet to move out the lava? Do you grow a horn every time you see cute ship art of it? It's not the only ship drawn out there being cute together. It's not like there aren't cute moments in canon for them. Then stop looking at the art. Why are you looking at the art? If you keep seeing BakuDeku art, clearly... you're in the area. Probably on purpose.

I know if I keep seeing art of a ship I don't like it's a me problem because I have the choices to not follow certain people, block the tag, etc.

Maybe you shouldn't be in the MHA fandom at all given the amount of art for them anyways that's official.

Look, I'm not bothered by someone not liking Bakudeku. Could really give zero crap about it, honestly. I have ships I don't like either.

But what bothers me is posting about it, attacking the ship and tagging it.

We all have our opinions and I believe, good or bad, post about them.

However, people do shit like this and then mask it as "having an opinion" when really they probably want to start drama.

"But, Kiya, what if they're not trying to start drama? What if they don't know the proper way to tag?"

I call bullshit and I don't care. Oh, yes, I sound like a bitch, but let's be real here.

Stuff like this happens no matter where. It doesn't just happen on Tumblr. People have done this over and over and over to the point that it is hard to believe that person isn't trying to start anything.

New or not, people by now should know that if they're going to say something negative about a ship, don't draw in the shippers.

If this person didn't want to start drama then why bring TodoDeku into this? "Make it make sense." That right there is a sign of "I'm starting drama". Uh, people do happen to ship TodoDeku. I even ship it. It's not like people don't at all in the fandom ship them and only ship BakuDeku, so stop.

It's not like this person or anybody who does this is genuinely asking and do what to know because maybe they are genuinely curious and/or considering the ship but first wants to know more about it.

No, they're just being hostile. This is not an opinion. It's an attack disguised as one.

If you don't like the ship, okay. But if you're going to post about it, don't tag it.

This isn't even about BakuDeku only anymore. I see this with ships that don't even have anything wrong with them and in different fandoms. It's tiring, it's annoying and just takes the fun out of shipping.

[riptides-n-roses]

Hiii! First I want to say I love your posts and one of the best! Second I Would like to request a Roman X Reader when he lost at WrestleMania 40 and how he would be like with reader backstage? If not it is fine!

GGRRAAAHHH! OFC OFC! I CRIED SO HARD THAT NIGHT OMFG! THIS ONE SHALL BE FLUFF FOR ONCE! ♡

changes - roman reigns

⛧ pair: roman reigns x reader

⛧ tags: @88changemymind @cyberdejos2 @reigns-prophecy [huge thank you to anon]

⛧ no warnings/smut this time. Just an emotional roman after an incredible match and reign.

⛧ writers block is the absolute worst omg. I'll go ahead and be honest, sometimes smut gets a little too hard to write and I don't really want this blog to just be smut. This will be my first fluff since most of my drafts are smut related. Also again this one is short but I hope it's a fun little read.

⛧ after an incredible title reign, things will be different but right now all roman can ever need right now is you.

⛧ word count: 588

Wrestlemania.

The biggest night in WWE. All superstars have an amazing opportunity to make a change or write history for the books.

This was also a night for some big title cards. One of which was your partner, Roman Reigns. He is the Trible Chief, The Head of The Table. The main event was when he takes on Cody Rhodes, for the Undisputed WWE Universal Championship.

It was a match everyone was talking about that sparked a lot of debate on TV and social media. Tonight's main event was going to be talked about all year regardless of the outcome.

You held Roman tight in your arms, giving him a big hug before his match.

"You're going to do great out there" you started, "it'll be a night to remember."

"I know it will." Roman replied, gently stroking your hair. "I made a lot of history with this title"

After a warm embrace for what seemed like forever, you let him go, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a signal for good luck.

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1...

2...

3...

Cody had finished the story. The new champion held the newly claimed title high as the audience roared.

"Here is your winner...and the NEW Undisputed WWE Universal Champion...The American Nightmare: Cody Rhodes!"

You watched the screen in the guerilla with tears in your eyes. This was one of the most beautiful moments in WWE storytelling. A lot of stories have been written and not just for Cody but for everyone involved.

You couldn't imagine how Roman feels in this moment. He's successfully held the title for an incredible reign of 1,316 days. 3 years. That was already impressive on its own status.

After the pay per view went off air, Roman was desperately looking for you.

"Y/N!" You heard him call out for you. You immediately went to go look for him, needing to give him the most well deserved love he needed.

When Roman saw you, he immediately rushed into your arms, holding you tight.

"Hey baby...I saw" you started, "Are you okay?"

It took Roman a bit to respond, knowing the entire match was a lot to take in.

"Tonight was a moment..." His tone was soft "I've made a name for myself, including my in ring career..."

You listened to him, allowing him to state how he felt in this moment.

"What I'm trying to say is...I'm happy. Not because of my reign but because of what it meant for wrestling. For this company..."

You felt him shiver, you think he was caught up in his feelings.

"I love you so much, y/n... you truly have helped me with everything for the 3 years I've held that championship."

Roman looked into your eyes, small tears forming in his eyes. You smiled and gave him a soft kiss on his lips.

"I love you too, Roman. I'm happy I can be there for you..."

He smiled when he heard how you loved him.

"I know everything will change now...but you're still you, Roman. You've made an impact for WWE. You should be proud of yourself."

"Don't worry I am" He laughed, "Would you...like to get something to eat before we make it to our hotel room?"

You smiled, giving him another kiss "Sure. I think that'll make you feel better. We can get food and laugh about good times."

"Sounds like a plan"

The two of you kissed one more time before going to your dressing room, holding hands on the way there.

"I love you, y/n."

[sunnysidesevenup]

Okay since apparently more people than me have seen those “fellow honest doesn’t know basic math” takes/jokes whatever lol, I’m gonna ramble about how I write Tilly and Fellow because they’re SO FREAKING SMART and they have very different skill sets born out of their respective lives. Obviously this is all made up headcanons for Fellow since we know basically nothing about him lmao so. do with my headcanons what you will ig.

First off I believe Fellow probably had some basic schooling and either got kicked out of the school itself, or whatever guardians he had stopped sending him because it “wasn’t worth it” or smth. I don’t think his resentment would be born out of just not going y’know? So I think he definitely learned basic math and writing/reading/science, etc from a more formal education, but all his actual practical knowledge is entirely him seeking it out on his own. He definitely went to a library and used those resources to learn anything that could help him.

Fellow does all the budgeting in the household, managing rent, electricity, food bills, etc. his sewing skills help cut down on clothing cost a little, and he has various skills from taking odd jobs. He definitely started out only doing honest work but then rapidly realized that no one was paying him very much, and none of it could cover the cost of anything, and he just probably slowly slid into less than legal means to make money. He’s VERY good at weighing risk vs reward, can talk his way out of things, and in general is just really, really clever.

Tilly on the other hand has zero formal schooling, and all his knowledge is entirely from listening to other people talk. He doesn’t ask anyone to teach him anything because that will put him in a vulnerable position, so he pretends he knows things until he figures it out. He also has no need for any type of budgeting considering he doesn’t stay anywhere and mostly just convinces people to give him things, so his math skills are much weaker and he’s happy to have Fellow do any of that. His reading is also not great, considering it’s hard to learn to read from just watching other people and he doesn’t seek any resources out. He’s also dyslexic, so the few times he was trying to learn, what people were saying was NOT matching up with what he was seeing, so he gave up. Fellow tries to teach him some stuff and Tilly straight up believes he’s messing around because what do you MEAN the letters are not supposed to float around and flip??? They eventually figure out what’s going on though.

However, his ability to read people and his memory for what people tell him is incredible. He listens VERY closely to what people are saying and then incorporates it into whatever lies he’s telling that week, which is how he’s able to convince certain high society people that he’s actually one of them sometimes. People often complain to him about their work life, so if the company is big enough, he’ll steal whatever he needs to get into the building and wait long enough for them to believe they just lost it. And then he’ll just walk in, identify people from description and context clues, and just greet them like he works there. I mean, the company is pretty big, so if this guy knows their name and work drama then surely he works there, right? (He’s stolen so many things this way lmao).

Tilly can learn the history of places, local stories, the best and worst areas of the city, who to avoid and who is helpful, maps and directions for wherever he is, just from talking to people, and he remembers it all even months later. He’s good at blending in and imitating people’s attitudes and knowledge.

They are both incredibly skilled at using people’s own egos and expectations against them. Fellow tends to use flattery and Tilly uses distraction, so teamed up together it’s hard not to end up doing what they want. They’re good at surviving separately, but things are much easier together. Tilly is often surprised by how quick Fellow can make calculations in his head, and Fellow is often surprised when Tilly can recite things he learned years ago from overheard conversations like it happened yesterday.

Both of them are still terrible at cooking, though, so congrats to Gidel for being the only person in the household who can make any thing edible.

[neminomnom]

Hobbies arcane characters would have

Includes: Caitlyn, Mel, Jinx, Silco, Maddie, Grayson, Vi and Elora!

Caitlyn

- You bet Caitlyn was a figure skater, but she quit at 14 because of an injury, and she lost interest in it, having joy in other things.

-But, when Caitlyn did do figure skating, she had edea EVERYTHING, even the socks, but that was because she told casandra and Tobias that edea was the only good brand to get figure skates from.

- Caitlyn preferred spins over jumps, her favourite spin was a camel spin. But if she had to pick a favourite jump, it would be a lutz, and out of toe jumps and edge jumps, she loved toe jumps wayyyy more.

- As an adult, she decided to pick the sport back up again, sure she wasn’t as good as she used to be, but still enjoys it.

Mel

- apart from painting, Mel loves to make jewellery, especially necklaces and earrings, sometimes she finds it frustrating if she’s lost a charm she wants to put on the chain or if someone interrupts her when focusing.

- Mel would make sure that the things she uses is high quality, she’s allergic to fake jewellery and thinks that some stuff looks cheap.

- At the end of the day, if she ran out of paints it would be one of her favourite things to do, sit down in bed and make jewellery.

- She made Elora a nice bracelet and a matching necklace to go with it for her birthday, it was in silver and Elora always would wear it to work.

Jinx

-Jinx would love to build Lego, she had a huge collection but then accidentally blew it up, so then she had to restart it.

- If she doesn’t feel like causing chaos, Lego is her number one thing to do she had all the car one and all the transformers, but she had to start her collection again,her favourite Lego set overall is the Tuxedo cat, or the Exotic parrot.

- Jinx would try to make her own Lego sets, she would melt plastic she found and shape them like Lego, some would turn out really good, others not so much.

Silco

- It might be basic, but he LOVES crosswords and puzzles, he finds word searches wayyyy to easy, and most of the time finds crosswords easy, he has tones of those book things full of them.

- Silco could probably finish a 1000 peice puzzle in a few hours, he finds them relaxing and does then if he’s like reallly stressed, he likes the ocean themed ones with like sea creatures on.

-He was doing a difficult puzzle once, he forgot that jinx was in his office with him and then got jump scared when she started talking to him, causing him to mess up the puzzle somehow.

Maddie

- Maddie loves to do other people’s hair, she can’t do her own but she loves to do different hairstyles on others, her parents would get her those Disney princess hair style kits when she was younger, but those would always get knotted up.

-She would gladly learn about how to style for different people’s hair types and scalps, when she was little, before she thought about becoming an enforcers she wanted to be a hairdresser.

-Cuts her own hair and fails every time, the only reason she has that small ponytail at the back is because it’s apart of the dress code or something.

-Maddie would die right there and then out of happiness if someone asked about her hair care routine or if she could do their hair, and she’s really good at it aswell.

Grayson

- If it isn’t shooting, then it’s baking, On her days off where she has nothing better to do or comes back from work really stressed, the first thing she does is turn the over on and gets out the ingredients to start baking some cookies.

- She makes a gorgeous red velvet cake, she doesn’t like it that much herself but would bring it into work, put it down somewhere and let the other enforcers just munch through it, would never say she was the one who bakes it though.

- Grayson is also really good at making pastries, every time she gets it right and uses the same recipe her mum taught her, overall it’s her way of stress relief.

- Her favourite thing to bake is brownies, I don’t make the rules.

Violet

-Violet loves cooking, she can’t bake to save her life, but she can cook literally anything and make it perfect every time, nothing would ever be too spicy or too bland.

-To mess with people, she would cook something what would smell really good and make your mouth drool by even thinking about that dish, but would make it really salty or spicy on purpose.

-Her favourite thing to cook is fish, she loves it and never gets sick of cooking it, she could cook it and eat it every night without getting bored.

-Vi has these huge fireproof gloves, even on a big butch like her they look ridiculously massive, they’d probably say something along the lines of ‘Zauns best chef’ on them, caitlyn got her them as a gift.

Elora

-Elora adores knitting and crocheting, she’s memorized every type of stitch there is, ans she had all different sorts of wool, needles and crochet hooks

-She would probably make a bunch of hats, gloves and blankets near winter time and give them to charity, she loves making things for others.

-Definitely prefers Crocheting over knitting, sometimes she gets really frustrated when knitting because she will keep on loosing the stitches

- Her favourite things to knit are blankets, and her favourite thing to crochet are little bunnies