#but at the same time i feel like im slipping into the ''congrats youre not as much of an asshole as you could have been'' thing

[patrophthia]

hii, congrats on 600 followers!! i was wondering if you could write some theodore nott exes to lovers with slytherin or ravenclaw reader. if not, that’s fine. anyway, thank you for your time :))

this ask was sent a few moons back and im so very sorry it took me so long to get to it, i’ve just never written exes to lovers before so it was hard for me to but i tried my best here, i hope you like it!

i also got a bit carried away and went over the 600 word counts thing (this is 1.1k), and the characters are aged up/adults here so the houses aren’t the biggest focus on the story (im sorry)!

this was supposed to be part of my 600 followers celebrations but it’s been long closed!

try again | theodore nott

Blaise Zabini does not understand Theodore Nott, neither does he understand you. It baffles him on another level how you could sit there, smiling at Draco while Theodore sits across the table looking as gloom as ever. 

Maybe he was assuming things; maybe you were having a hard time but is plainly putting on a happy face to celebrate a mutual friend engagement. After all this was Draco and Astoria's day. Maybe —and he was pushing it here, if he messed with you the slightest bit, he could rile Theodore up enough to fix things between the two of you. 

"No," you say before Blaise could even get a word in. You've been friends with him long enough to know that he was planning something the second he turns to you. "Whatever you're thinking, it's a no." 

Blaise feigns a disappointed look. Placing his glass of wine down, you reciprocate his action soon after.  "But it's just a question, doll. You're not even going to let me ask you a question?"

You fix Blaise a look. One that anyone could tell you that you were ridiculing him but he only grinned, processing with his question. 

"Is it cheating for your boyfriend to zip your friend's jacket up for them?" 

Neither Blaise nor Theodore missed the glance you unconsciously cast his way. You lay your hands flat on the table, careful of your surroundings —and furthermore, words. "I don't have a boyfriend." 

Blaise cocks his head to the side. "It's a hypothetical question." 

"Okay well, hypothetically I don't have a boyfriend," you reply sneakily. And if you noticed the slight shift in Theodore's lips, biting back a laugh; you don't show it. 

Blaise rolls his eyes, turning his attention before asking the blonde the same question. Draco takes a long look at Astoria and shakes his head. "I guess not," he says first, "mostly since I'm friends with dumb-arses like you that it's only fitting you wouldn't know how to zip your jackets up yourself." 

"Ass-hat," Blaise mumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed but takes in his answer before shifting his attention back to you. "Now what about you, doll?" 

You decide to answer him this time round, maybe he didn't actually have an ulterior motive behind something for once. "I guess not," you tell him, "I just wouldn't feel very comfortable if Theo— if my partner zips someone else for them." 

"Oh?" Blaise murmurs, his eyes shining at your slip up —and to your defence, it had only been a few months since the two of you split and it was only a force of habit, it'll go away soon. Hopefully. He then turns to Nott, eyes bright and filled with curiosity. "What do you think? How would you feel if your partner did that?" 

Theodore is slow, he is careful and hesitant. He doesn't answer straight away and for a minute you remember just why the two of you didn't work out. Theodore wasn't the most willing to talk, and it's hard —it's hard when your relationship was built on communication and one of you wasn't willing to communicate. 

He gazes at you and says your name. 

"What?" You're confused, maybe a little daze from hearing Theodore say your name after months of radio silence from his part. 

"My answer is you," he says. "I agree with you." 

"Oh." You meet his eyes, dark as ever staring back at you intensely as if he was begging for you to say something else. Something more promising than just 'oh'. If you were so hellbent on communicating to the point of breaking up, then why weren't you communicating with him? "Okay."

Okay? Seriously? Blaise cannot believe his own ears. That's what you say after Theodore says that his answer is you after he was asked how he felt? Would it change how you react if he were to ask it again? It wouldn't hurt to ask again, right? 

"Then let's say," Blaise begins, "you break up with your partner because they were bad at communicating their feelings but they're still in love with you, what do you do?" 

"Blaise," Astoria hisses from the side, shooting you a cautious look. She cares more about you than the scene Blaise can cause by asking you such questions. Astoria gets up from her seat besides Draco to stand behind your chair, placing careful hands on your shoulder. "Stop asking stupid questions." 

"We're just having fun," Blaise feigns a pout. "What would you do, the future Mrs. Malfoy?" 

Her cheeks tint pink at the nickname, her hand squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. "I'd talk to them and let them know how I feel." 

"What about you?" He turns to Theodore who's eyes linger on Astoria's hand. "What would you do?" 

Theodore wants to say something sarcastic in return, but he doesn't know what to say. He's never been the talkative one in the room, he was the one who listened and learned. So instead of saying something somewhat mean, he answered truthfully instead. "I'd  tell them that I'd learned from the past and will try to change myself for them, after all they should know that I'm always on their side." 

Okay, maybe the few glasses of wine has his lips loosening up a little. Because if it hasn't, Theodore would've never admitted any of what he'd said —nor what he would continue on to say. "Even if we have to start again and talk the long way round, I'd still feel the same way about them." 

"And what is that feeling, Nott?" Blaise eggs on, reaching for the wine bottle for a refill on his own glass. 

"I don't know," Theodore admits, his gaze turning to you now. "I just want to try again."

His voice is gentle, pleading even as he says his final words. The table goes silent and Blaise feels the slightest bit of guilt, knowing that he'd been responsible for dampening the mood during somebody else's engagement celebrations. Maybe he should've thought this through. 

Theodore's eyes are soft, a stark contrast against the darkness of his eyes and even though it seemed like his gaze was fixed on you; he wasn't looking directly at you but rather something slightly above you. Avoiding your gaze at all costs. 

You've thought about trying again. Over and over again you've mulled over the idea. If Theodore told you how he felt more and you learned to read him better, would everything be alright? It's not like you can know right? Not unless you try again? 

"Okay." And then there's word again, but instead of having shoulders deflate this time round, there seems to be a glimmer of hope right before you follow up with your next words. "Let's try again."

[bordysbae]

“don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come.” “mhm sure.” with jack. maybe a college graduation??

“congratulations, i guess”

jack hughes x reader

ok so i made this at like 2 am? so i deeply apologize if this makes no sense 😭

🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY!

— ୨୧ —

as you walk across the stage, you grab your diploma and look out at the crowd. your parents are cheering, with the hughes family cheering just as loudly next to them. the hughes have always been a second family to you. your mom was best friends with ellen throughout middle and highschool, and she even helped your parents get together, since your father and jim were friends from college.

despite being the only girl in the mix, you also fall into the place of second to youngest. you’re right in between jack and luke, which sucks. you’ve always been closest with jack though, you guys used to be best friends. until you left for college and he left for jersey. as soon as he left for new jersey, he’d stopped putting in as much effort towards the friendship. him ghosting you hurt so badly because you’ve always had a slight thing for him. honestly, everyone always thought you two were bound to get married, but that’s until the friendship burnt out.

seeing jack clapping for you in the crowd makes you smile even harder. eventually the ceremony comes to an end, and as you say goodbye to your friends, you spot the two families waiting for you. you hurrying over as fast as you can and embrace luke in a big hug first.

“congrats y/n/n! i cant believe you graduated already!” luke says, swaying you both side to side. “oh thank you lukey! i’ve missed you!” you exclaim as you release the hug. you then make your way over to quinn, who greets you with another tight hug. “congrats kid, we’re all proud of you,” quinn smiles down at you. “thank you quinny. im glad you could make it,” you smile.

you then hug your parents, jim, ellen, and lastly jack. his arms loosely wrap around your body, and his hug is nowhere near the same as anyone else’s. it’s both awkward and weak, it honestly pains your heart, but you’re glad he showed up anyways.

“congratulations, i guess,” he slightly teases, trying to ease the awkwardness. it’s been nearly a year since you last saw jack, and even then there was still awkward tension between you both.

“thanks for coming, jack. i’m glad you came all the way up here from new jersey,” you smile, fidgeting with the ends of your gown sleeves.

“don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come,” he rolls his eyes swimming jokingly.

“mhm sure jacky,” you chuckle, but immediately realize the slip up you’d just had. that nickname lingered from seventh grade till your senior year of highschool, and it’s been years since you’ve said it. it’s easy to tell that you’re both a little shocked at hearing the nickname again, but his tense muscles loosen a little, “no but seriously, i’m proud of you y/n. and i’m sorry for everything.”

“it’s alright jack, seriously. we’ve both been so busy, and we live no where near each other. we were bond to fall out a little bit, but never again, okay?”

“never ever,” he smiles, sticking out his pinky for your guys’ pinky promise that you used to do as children. your pinkies interlock, and you kiss your thumbs as part of the tradition. jack pulls you into a tighter hug this time, and it feels more natural. as your arms are wrapped around his built body, he whispers something in your ear you’ve never expected to hear. “i love you, y/n. as more than a best friend. and i’m so so proud of you.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

alright, so i completely understand if you don't wanna do this since you have been getting a lot of tadc requests, so feel free to leave this in your inbox for a while but its worth a shot i guess.

tadc x angel reader? but im not talking about the cute and adoring ones, moresore the bibical angel type. kind of like principalities angels if you know what that is. scary stuff.

thanks for all that you do btw, i love your writing and as a fanfiction writer myself im amazed at how quickly your able to pump out requests

thanks for reading

TADC cast x angel!reader !

took me a hot minute to find it but someone asked for the same/very similar request for zooble so!! that post is going to be linked in place of their segment! yahoo! uhuhuhuh!! admin must admit, he does not know much about actual angel lore so hes gonna be real loose with this </3 aaaand to the last part!! its the silliness... i cant contain it... sobs...

CAINE:

now i dont know what kind of personality the reader has, but imagine your wings stick out and fluff up when he decides hes bold enough to compliment, or even flirt with you... has probably led to him getting smacked by your wings and being sent flying... the price of being small, sadly... though he did kind of have it coming for standing where he was/j

sometimes, you guys fly together, since caine very rarely walks around on the ground and kind of just glides around... its nice having someone who can accompany him around... doesnt think your intimidating, if anything he thinks you look interesting... hes probably unphased by most of the forms circus members may take, though its rare you get someone who does look unsettling... shrugs

POMNI:

honestly probably a little intimidated, and perhaps even unnerved in the beginning. like not in the "im deeply uncomfortable" way but more like "oh. so thats a thing" if that makes sense? does try to be nice and kind to you, though, since she does understand that this isnt what you really look like and you cant really... control it... probably has sneezed from the feathers of your wings, if you have any.. in fact you might have accidentally smacked her with them, since shes so small.. you didnt mean to..! honest! caine and pomni just got cursed with the shortness... no thoughts, only angel reader protectively shielding someone with their wings, this can apply to any of the characters... probably one of my favorite tropes for characters with large wings tbh

RAGATHA:

if you can swap out your clothes or have clothes that are detachable (since clothes are canonically stuck to the bodies) shes definitely going to make you some clothing that you can easily slip over your wings, and still have them out! plus spending time with you making the measurements and trying out patterns and fabric is nice! thinks your wings are soft... probably a little put off by your appearance and vibe at first, but ragatha being ragatha shes not going to let it bother her for long, and she makes sure youre welcomed to the circus with open arms... i mean its not like you have a choice to leave... may as well be as inviting as possible..!

JAX:

drum roll please! its the admins favorite jax headcannon that always rears its head in whenever the admin writes a reader who has some extra body part or fluff or accessories or a combination! the fidget/fiddle headcannon! this man is likely going to stroke and mess with your wings, a lot. congrats, youre his new fidget toy/j. has probably accidentally, or perhaps no so accidentally, pulled a feather out. granted im not sure how much it would hurt, i think it would be akin to plucking hair with a tweezer, but the point still stands..! has probably asked you to fly him up somewhere... totally not so he can do some mischief... probably doesnt know much about angels (like the admin LMAO) and probably labels you as like. sterotypical cartoon angel personality (forgiving, kind, good, ect. basically everything that isnt jax/j) but whether or not thats true its up to you... though it would be a little funny for the person who looks like an angel being a trickster... shrugs

KINGER:

FEAR!!! okay... well i think thats a given when theres a new circus member around, since kinger is a little... eh... you know? probably takes some time to warm up to you, but given how he speaks to pomni in the pilot within the first few minutes of her being there, i dont think it would take long for him to approach you. definitely polite, probably even more so thanks to your angelic appearance. mmngh.. soft feathers... shares the jax fidget headcannon with the silly chess piece... bonus if you actually are really kind and protective, this man would be hovering around you since you kind of represent comfort to him... thinks...

ZOOBLE:

right here!

GANGLE:

while most of the others are a little intimidated i think gangle actually likes the aesthetics of angels. maybe thats just the artist in her; like every artist ive met either has a soft spot for angel or demon characters... sometimes both.. admins no exception, its like. mandatory artist trait/j

i had a winged reader request somewhere, where gangle puts the readers fallen feathers into art work and gifts it to them. kind of like how people used to put the hair of their loved ones in jewelry... i think that would also apply to an angel reader! similar to kinger, if youre protective shes going to gravitate towards you... given that shes made of ribbon and fragile... and because of SOOOOOMEONE (glares at jax)... very nice dynamic/relationship material here, me thinks

[10001gecs]

congrats on arm!!! also no worries if you don't want to talk about your workout routine but do you have any tips for how to get started working out if you're new to it? i want to feel stronger but feel really overwhelmed and unsure where to start!

ok so actually yes as someone who’s tried to like working out for YEARS I have so many thots basically

1. Get a gym membership. I know you CAN work out at home but personally it’s way harder for me bc im like. Ok I COULD be working out rn or I could just stop and go play some video games. If ur at the gym tho it’s like ok im already here so I might as well

2. Spend like, a month literally just hanging out at the gym. Like I went in without a plan and just did random machines for an hour until I got tired. And this was rly important for me bc it turned working out from like, “something I have to do and it hurts and I have to do a prescribed regimen every time” into just a fun thing I do for as long as I wanna. I like to think of it as enrichment in my hamster enclosure. If you get any visible progress here it’s also a slay because that’s encouragement!

3. ONLY WHEN you’ve done these things get an actual workout program. I tbh just stole one from someone I know who’s buff as fuck. Don’t be afraid to modify it, too. My friend is strong and has been going to the gym forever so he does a bunch of barbell stuff… which is scary to me. So instead I just do machines that work basically the same thing (eg bench press -> machine chest press).

4. Form is basically the most important thing, bc otherwise ur working the wrong muscles. And at least personally as a beginner, when I was getting my form wrong, it was usually bc I was trying to lift too much, my muscles couldn’t manage it, so my form slipped so other muscles could take over. Like, after a while of doing bicep curls, your forearms might start to take over the load. If you take ur thumbs from curling around the bar to sitting underneath it, you can stop that. For every new machine I did for a while I’d put the weight at like, 10 pounds, and just focus on getting the form right. This is also fun bc it feels more like enrichment. Wheee im pulling levers and such!

5. Nutrition. Eat a lot of protein. Like the amount u think u should be eating and then double that. Ppl recommend .7-1 g of protein per pound of body weight (im starting from a higher body fat %, so I can eat closer to the .7 range… which is nice bc otherwise ur eating SO MUCH). Like, again, don’t freak out about it, the most important thing is that ur going at all… but once it becomes something u enjoy, you wanna make sure you’re not doing a bunch of work and then not giving ur muscles the nutrition they need

So basically overall my advice is like, make going to the gym easy and fun before you make it useful. Like, you can do the best workouts of your life but if it sucks, you’re not gonna do it consistently. Once u break the habit, you’ll never pick it back up. If you make it fun first, you want to go… and you can always make it more difficult later. If you ever notice it not being fun, give it a break and figure out how to make it fun.

Also basically nobody is looking at you in the gym ever. Also I specifically got a membership to a gym that has really low membership bc I hate fighting for machines and I hate feeling like ppl are looking at you (they’re not, but I hate the feeling). My planet fitness is 24/7, and for a while I went at like, 11pm bc it was empty.

[sluttyminghao]

congrats on the 7k, you deserve it so much<33 this sleepover is the best thing that’s ever happened to me fr

i feel like im spiralling over one of ur recent posts & i was wondering if you might expand on jihoon eating you out from the back? ilysm!!<33

link to post

as much as you hated to admit it, jihoon was never particularly adventurous in bed. sure, when he fucked you it was otherworldly and you were sore for days after, but it seemed to just be the same stuff over and over.

and frankly, you were bored.

which is when you decided that it would be time to spice it up. after scouring the internet for hours, you purchase everything you would need. and you just had to hope to god that he would actually be home instead of holed up in his studio.

when you hear your apartment door quietly unlock and lock again quickly, you know that jihoon has arrived home. you'd spent hours setting everything up, making sure everything was in perfect order, and his gasps of awe have you giggling from the bedroom.

he follows your quiet giggles and finds you sprawled out on the bed, red lingerie hugging your body with little white silk bows on your lingerie suspenders. he's taken aback, but can't stop the way his cock twitches in his sweats.

"you look so pretty sweetheart," he mumbles, tossing his duffle bag onto the floor and crawling onto the bed between your legs. you grin and move your upper body so that you can lean up to kiss him and pull his shirt collar forward so he's pushed right against your body.

jihoon can feel every inch of your body flush against his own, and with his last ounce of strength, he manages to flip you over so that you're on top. he grins and swivels his finger, and with a quizzical look you turn around on his abdomen, your ass now facing him.

he sits up and takes a handful of each cheek, massaging them and grinning when he hears you sigh. in a quick movement, he slides himself out from under you and hoists your ass up higher in the air, face pressed against the soft blanket.

"you look so pretty baby, but you'll look better when you're crying for my cock"

he removes your panties and wastes no time delving his tongue into your soaked heat, lapping up all your juices greedily. you can feel his nose nudging against your skin as he sucks on your folds, and the angle alone has your body shuddering and your orgasm creeping up faster than normal.

you become too lost in the pleasure that you don't even realize you're slipping until you feel jihoon's strong arms wrap around your waist. he continues to suck and lick down your folds and even manages to stretch his neck out so that he can tease your clit.

"god you taste so fucking good, can't ever get enough."

[jesterwriting]

Hi jesteeer! Congrats on the 100 followers dear!! Surely a thing to celebrate /gen

Today I come with an idea, I don't know if you are familiar with dangerously yours(its an old radio show? idk how to explain in english my badd ://) but there is one dialogue that always destroys me from the inside, and I just put crocodile's face on it, it goes like

Crocodile: [Name], I offer you the three things most dear to me: My heart, my country and my dream.

What if this is part of Crocy confession, when he pops the question if they want to marry him? I just really love him as a tottaly devoted and head over heels w reader, almost like Gomez, ya feel me? Anyway, sorry for the ramble, if this inspires you, please take my offering🤲🤲🤲💞💞

♠️-Anon.

pairing: crocodile x gn!reader

contents: angst, breakups, hurt no comfort, still crocodile is absolutely smitten with you

word count: 1.2k words

note: hiiiiiii. okay. listen. this went in a completely opposite direction than i intended because i was trying to think of a scenario where crocodile would say those words, but i dont think he would offer to give up his dream if he thought he could have both his lover and his dream. it’d have to be a one or the other situation. i had to put him in a Situation. thus came the angst train. i fully intended for something sweet and sappy, i really did :( HOWEVER! i do have ideas for a part two that has a happy ending hehe. sorry this is kind of painful, i hope you enjoy all the same <33 if you dont like this, you can send the request in again and ill do something actually sweet, i promise! again im really sorry for the direction this took, inspiration hit me like a brick

playlist: kingdom’s edge - christopher larkin

Through tears, you stuffed your suitcase full of whatever you could get your hands on, purposely leaving out anything he gave you. Not that beautiful necklace he gently clasped around your neck, not those clothes he had tailor made to fit you, and certainly not the rings he slipped onto your fingers when he wanted to spoil you. You wanted nothing to do with him— nothing to do with Crocodile again. Not for the rest of your life, not ever.

Your breathing hitched when a photo of you fluttered from the breast pocket of Crocodile’s dress shirt you tore from the hanger and threw to the ground. It was the size of your palm, an image of you smiling warmly at the camera. You remembered when it was taken: a year ago when you first came to Alabasta. Everything felt so new then. It was your first time on the Grand Line, ecstatic for the promise of adventure that waited around every corner. At first you planned on leaving as soon as you came, but Alabasta enamored you, with its sprawling cities and beautiful sands. Yes, it had its issues, but what country didn’t? You decided that, despite everything, you would make it your home.

If there was one thing you loved more than Crocodile, it was this country, and he was killing it.

Right under your nose. The “hero” of Alabasta was destroying everything right under your fucking nose. The thought made you sick. You were under no illusions that Crocodile was a good man. You knew what happened to the handsy men who bothered you in the casino, or to those who attempted to scam you under your boyfriend’s watchful gaze. He was possessive and cruel, but still, you loved him. All of his rough edges seemed to disappear when it came to you. The way he touched you, gentle and reverent in the night, to his rare smiles only you got to see. When you loved, it was with everything you had, and you thought you could handle Crocodile at his worst; that you could carry his burdens alongside him.

But not this. Never this.

You slammed your suitcase shut. It was hard to see through your tears, sniffling sporadically as you wrestled to zip the bag closed. So caught up in your desperation, you didn’t hear the door close until it was too late.

“You’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. The scent of Crocodile’s cigar filled the room, and you fought to keep from basking in its familiarity.

Everything hurt. You wanted this to all be a bad dream so you could bury your face in Crocodile’s chest and let him hold you until you fell asleep. You wanted everything to go back to normal, and some traitorous part of you wished, deep down, you never found out what exactly Baroque Works was.

Worst of all, you wanted to forgive him. It pulled at your heart, tugged at your tongue, made fat tears roll down your cheeks, and you hated it.

“Yeah. I’m leaving.” You hastily wiped away your face clean before you faced him — though you were sure your eyes were still red — and hefted your suitcase off the ground. It was heavy. You let the weight ground you.

Crocodile didn’t move from in front of the door. “It’s amusing how you think I’d let you.”

“Well, you can’t fucking keep me here. I’d make your life a living hell, I promise you.” With your back on one arm, you stomped past him and towards the door. Crocodile didn’t move an inch, staring down at you like you were no more than a petulant child.

“Stop being a brat and unpack.”

You glared up at him. “I’m serious. I’m leaving, and you can’t stop me. Now move.”

Of course, Crocodile didn’t move. You both knew he wouldn’t, but you weren’t staying here a second longer either. Letting out a heavy sigh, you stormed around him and threw open the door. To your surprise, he made no moves to grab you, remaining still as a statue as you marched to the elevator that would take you out of his goddamned penthouse.

You pressed the button, and still, Crocodile stayed in place. Unable to see his expression, you couldn’t begin to read him, nor did you want to. It was over. Whatever you had with him was done. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you choked on a m sob as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

“I’ll give it up.”

You froze. “What?”

“I’ll give it up. Everything. As long as you stay.”

When you turned, he was right behind you, expression the same as always. Hard and unforgiving. The only sign of any emotional lapse was the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, waiting for you to make your decision. When you didn’t respond, Crocodile spoke again. You tried not to think about the slight waver that interrupted his smooth words.

“I offer you the three things most dear to me: my heart, my country, and my dream. I’ll give up everything if it means you’ll stay by my side. Stay, Y/N.”

You dropped your bag and took his hand in yours. Crocodile’s fingers played with your own as you ran your thumb over each of his rings. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

Crocodile furrowed his brow. “Don’t make me ask again.”

That was the closest you would ever get to hearing the warlord beg. You let his hand drop.

“It would be better for everyone for you to give up your dream, but how could I ever ask you to do that? I love you. I’ve known you're not a good person for a long time, and I thought I was okay with that. But to ask you to give everything up, change the very foundations of who you are just so I can stay? I can’t. Even at the expense of everyone else, I can’t.” Picking up your suitcase, you turned your back to him. “You’ve made me a worse person.”

As you walked through the elevator doors and pressed the button for the lobby, all you were met with was silence. Your last glimpse of Crocodile’s face broke your heart. Instead of the stony façade he had managed to keep the entire night, he looked completely and utterly lost.

You left Alabasta that night.

It wasn’t until three weeks later, when you read that Crocodile had been arrested, did you realize that horrible pit in your gut was regret.

[rubiehart]

omggg! congrats on 1K your whole account is like such a safe place and you so deserve evrything!! 🩷💘 🫂; 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 ����𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 : i like shopping (it's like a addiction), pink!!!, movies but like super cute girly rom-com ones, being spoiled with like expensive gifts and i love love love getting my nails done and my hair done too. my personality is like very talkative but bratty i guess idk tbh 😭, i get like babied a lot icl which i honestly dont mind cause than i just do whatever without worrying since people are trying to shelter me and i'm also super bratty if i don't get my way with like anything especially when shopping, but im super girly and a girls girl for sure !! (i just realised i'm probably a kook now reflecting and i feel bad now cause is that a good thing??😭)

a safe place?? 🥹🥹 don’t even i’ll cry your the sweetest!!

honestly i think you’d be with rafe because you’re very kook coded (which is a good thing i am too!!) but i don’t write for him sooo..

you’re most compatible with jj!!

even though he can’t afford a lot, he tries his best with what he can scrape together from work and gets you cute little beach necklace and maybe a matching shark tooth necklace with a pink string instead!!

he’d also pay for your nails and hair whenever he can because he likes spoiling his girl and it makes him feel like shit when he can’t!! but you’re always reassuring him that he’s enough and that you’d love him the same if he could afford it all the time

(as a fellow brat) he’d love a bratty girl, contrary to popular belief (lol) he wouldn’t be a dick to you and talk to you like you’re stupid but he’d low-key be scared of you because he’s a loser at heart so a pretty girl who’s a brat is his ideal women because he’d turn into your bitch🙈

you drag him around the mall and give him little fashion shows in the fitting rooms as he gets bricked up at the skimpy stuff so he’s slipping your little thong to the side n fuckin’ you quick against the mirror🤭 also the detention of ‘wear what you want i can fight’ he loves your skimpy outfits, he loves showing you off because he still can’t believe he pulled you

also he’d watch all your girly movies with you and pretend not to enjoy them but he gets so invested and asks to watch them again and then scurries off when you tease him for liking them

[defectivevillain]

struck by your lightning, chii

reader’s pronouns: he/him

here’s chapter one [you’ll want to read this first, otherwise this part won’t make much sense]

as i mentioned in part one, this is a chat fic and the formatting was mostly made for ao3. it’s a lil wonky here, so here’s the ao3 version if you’d prefer to read that :)

a lil recap of last chapter: you're assigned to work the red carpet at a national awards gala. there, you interview tons of celebrities, including kaminari! kaminari is super nice & you leave the event feeling exhausted, relieved, and satisfied all at once. you return home to take a light nap, only to wake up to a notification from your phone. it seems kaminari is texting you...? that's weird.

Direct Message

You: SKJNFIOE LK>BFGJSL B>GEJRHKR BLWUIFKGJ ER

Kaminari Denki: u good?

You: TOTALLY COMPLETELY FINE

Kaminari Denki: OKAY, GOOD ?

You: YEP…

You: 😶

Kaminari Denki: 😶 😶

You: sorry i didn’t believe you

You: i have to be careful with messages from unknown numbers…

You: well, you get it, i’m sure.

Kaminari Denki: ya i get it

You: also, i have something to say to you

Kaminari Denki: wassup

You: waffles are better fck u

Kaminari Denki: ur so wrong.

You: I AM ABSOTLEUYL NOT

Kaminari Denki: LMFAO YOU ABSOTLEUYL ARE

You: FUCK U

Kaminari Denki: 😘

You: hold on. hold onnnnnn.

You: how’d u get this number ??

You: pls don’t tell me my number is leaked

Kaminari Denki: nahhh it’s not leaked

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You have to breathe a sigh of relief at that. It’s not like you’re an important public figure or anything, but the thought of anyone having access to your phone number sends shivers down your spine. You already get enough spam calls.

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Kaminari Denki: i got ur number cuz…

Kaminari Denki: idol perks

You: you just asked my coworker, didn’t you

Kaminari Denki: yup

You: sigh…

Kaminari Denki: they told me that if i hurt you

Kaminari Denki: they’d murder me

You: gsjfdkheng3oaejk….

You: just give me a moment to scream

Kaminari Denki: …

You: ok im bck

Kaminari Denki: LOL dude ur good dw abt it 😭

Kaminari Denki: i thought it was kinda cute actually

You: unfortunately, they were dead fucking serious… they could kill a bitch

You: i wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already killed someone, actually…

Kaminari Denki: well that’s comforting

You: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You: also, congrats on the award !

Kaminari Denki: thx

Kaminari Denki: does this mean you’ll listen to my music now?

You: maybe

Kaminari Denki: hmph :/

You: why?

Kaminari Denki: why what?

You: idk. why do you care? it’s not like my listening will give you any money

Kaminari Denki: …

Kaminari Denki: cause ur cute and i like you?

You: what

Kaminari Denki: wha

You: what

Kaminari Denki: wha

You:

Kaminari Denki: welp i’m just gonna go then 🏃🏃🏃

You: no waittt

You: sorry, you just surprised me

Kaminari Denki: no one’s ever said that to you before?

You: well, i mean, yeah, but…

Kaminari Denki: who. when. where. why.

You: plssss

You: what album should i start on then

Kaminari Denki: lightning

You: oki

Kaminari Denki: tell me how u like it after ;0

You: okiii

You: alr i’m gonna go to bed

Kaminari Denki: gn (´｡• ω •｡`)

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Kaminari: it’s been a week are you alive

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You grimace at the notification displayed on your lock screen. Admittedly, you hadn’t meant to ignore him- time just slipped away from you. Guilt stews in your chest all the same.

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You: no i’m definitely not

Kaminari: sooo what’d ya think

You: oh SHIT that’s what i forgot to do

You: im so sorryyyyy the agency has been running me ragged 🙏

Kaminari: don’t apologize for doing ur job,, lol

Kaminari: what are they having you do?

You: whaleeee

You: before, i was more of a local reporter

You: but since the awards, i’ve actually been interviewing other celebrities and stuff

Kaminari: oh

You: it’s weird, tbh

Kaminari: ya a lot of music folks are pretty weird

You: says you

Kaminari: oi! i’m not weird 😡

You: im jk lolll

Kaminari: you know for a reporter you have awful grammar

You: well fck u2 then

Kaminari: :P

You: people keep recognizing me now,,, it’s weird

You: like literally a girl came up to me yesterday and was like “you interviewed kaminari!!”

Kaminari: oh shit lol

You: right?

You: other than that, i’ve been good

You: hbu? you’ve probably been busy

Kaminari: nah, not that much. just writing new music.

You: oh cool

You: speaking of music

You: i really liked your album

Kaminari: rly? u listened to it?

You: ofc i did!!!! it was cool

Kaminari Denki: what was ur fave song :P

You: probably shockwave!

You: it was very heartfelt

Kaminari: yeah… i wrote that one in the midst of a breakup

You: awe :(

You: at least it made a great song, haha

Kaminari Denki: yeah, that’s a good way to think about it actually

You: 😌

Kaminari Denki: so what other music do you listen to, then?

Kaminari Denki: besides mine, obviously

You: i listen to sero’s music sometimes

Kaminari Denki: skljehgeiroljhngejlrkshg

You: have you heard of him?

Kaminari Denki: …

Kaminari Denki: yes

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You:

You: r u good?

You: u got rly weird all of a sudden

Kaminari Denki: one sec, i need to kill a bitch

You: wut

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Direct Message

Kaminari: SERO I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU

Sero Brain Cells: I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO RIP YOUR POSTER

Sero Brain Cells: IT WAS AN ACCIDENTTTTTT

Kaminari: what

Sero Brain Cells: what

Kaminari: what poster.

Sero Brain Cells: ohshit💀

Kaminari: sero. what poster.

Sero Brain Cells: ur limited edition one….? ha…… ha……

Kaminari: wow i am literally going to kill you twice

Sero Brain Cells: NO PLS SPARE ME

Kaminari: and to think that wasn’t even what i was going to talk to you about

Kaminari: damn

Kaminari: ok. focus, kaminari.

Sero Brain Cells: i swear i’ll make it up to you bro

Kaminari: you will?

Sero Brain Cells: yes just ask for a favor. any favor and i’ll do it

Kaminari: perfect. stop making music forever.

Sero Brain Cells: okay

Kaminari: nice

Sero Brain Cells: great

Kaminari: perfect

Sero Brain Cells: wait WHAT THE FUCK

Kaminari: u heard me hoe

Sero Brain Cells: wtf crawled up ur ass dude

Kaminari: i asked my friend what kind of music he listens to and he said yours

Sero Brain Cells: holy shit ur talking to that reporter?

Kaminari: HOW IN THE HELL

Kaminari: LITERALLY HOW DID YOU KNOW

Sero Brain Cells: lmfaooo

Sero Brain Cells: kami, i know all of ur other friends. bc they’re also my friends.

Kaminari: sighhhhh

Sero Brain Cells: anyway. he listens to my music?

Kaminari: -_-

Sero Brain Cells: that’s cool tbh

Kaminari: -_-

Sero Brain Cells: give him my number, will u?

Kaminari: i despise you

Kaminari: why are we friends

Sero Brain Cells: because i’m sexy and hot and funny?

Kaminari:

Sero: <3 ?

Kaminari: … <3

Sero Brain Cells: and bc i make good music? ;)

Kaminari is offline.

Sero Brain Cells: damn 💀

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Direct Message

You: u good, dude…? it's been a few days…

Kaminari Denki: definitely… dude.

You: don’t kill sero, pls? I like his music :$

Kaminari Denki: oof

You: i’m messing with you

You: although i do actually like his music a lot

Kaminari Denki: staHp

You: but i like ur music more ;)

Kaminari Denki: DSNJKGLJSNJGFKSGJLS

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Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: oh!! also!!! i completely forgot- u left ur placard on the red carpet the other day

You: oh FUCKKKKKK MEEEEE

Kaminari Denki: i mean if you insist

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You:

Kaminari Denki: [placard.jpg]

[placard.jpg]: A picture of the ever-familiar placard that you had at the red carpet. The back is filled with your rampant scribblings and notes. It’s hardly legible once you really look at it. Upon closer investigation, there’s a note in glittery gold ink at the bottom with a cute doodle of a Pikachu. Evidently, that was Kaminari’s doing.  

You: AKSJHGSDJSHJKHJS THANK YOU FOR SAVING IT

You: omfg that would’ve been so bad if someone else had gotten ahold of it…

Kaminari Denki: yeah some of these notes are hilarious, dude

Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Ground Zero anything. Ever.”

You: NOOOOOO you weren’t supposed to see that

Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Shoto about his father,” is a rly good one actually

You: oh goddddd pls spare me

Kaminari Denki: dude it’s okay calm down

Kaminari Denki: do u want it back

You: yeah ig

You: wouldn’t want to leak industry secrets 🙄

You: since u have it… can u just mail it to me

Kaminari Denki: don’t have ur address

You: well i’ll just give it to you then, dude

Kaminari Denki: i don’t have postal

You: wut 😶

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Direct Message

Kaminari: DUDE HELP MEEEEE

Kaminari: SOS SOS SO FUCKING S

Sero Brain Cells: what’d u do this time

Kaminari: so yk how the cuteass reporter dropped his placard and i picked it up

Sero Brain Cells: u did??? dawg ur whipped 💀

Kaminari: THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT

Kaminari: but anyway i texted him abt it today and he said i could just mail it to him

Kaminari: but!! i was hoping to see him again and obv i didn’t want that to happen

Sero Brain Cells: and????

Kaminari: and… [textconvo.screenshot]

Sero Brain Cells: oh i know you did nottttt

Kaminari: I PANICKED AND SAID I DIDN’T HAVE POSTAL

Sero Brain Cells: yeah,,,, i can see that…..

Kaminari: I'M SO DONE

Sero Brain Cells: dude no ur not

Kaminari: wut

Sero Brain Cells: this is ur chance!!!!!! u can get him to hang out w u by offering to give him the placard thingy

Kaminari: have i ever told u that ur a genius

Sero Brain Cells: not enough, evidently

Kaminari: WELL UR A GENIUS

Kaminari is offline.

Sero Brain Cells: well, ty

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Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: oi i have an idea

You: what’s up

Kaminari Denki: abt the placard

You: yes?

Kaminari Denki: ur agency’s near that one cafe right

You: espressobeanz? yes

Kaminari Denki: i can meet u there tmrw

You: um what

Kaminari Denki: ?

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You: wait what

Kaminari Denki: what?

You: idk, just… don’t you have more important things to do

Kaminari Denki: not rly

You: ok…

Kaminari Denki: plus i wanna hang out :(

You: ohhhh oki

You: wait holup holdup

You: the cafe is kinda public… r u gonna be ok

Kaminari Denki: why wouldn’t i be

You: idk don’t you get mobbed in public whenever people recognize you

Kaminari Denki: i mean yeah but it’s fine

You: u sure?

Kaminari Denki: yep!

You: okiii sounds like a plan then

Kaminari Denki: cool

You: i get off work at 3pm so let’s just meet then?

Kaminari Denki: 👍

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Direct Message

Kaminari: omfg sero ur forgiven for ripping my poster

Sero Brain Cells: HOORAY

Kaminari: im meeting w him tomorrow Ψ(`_´ # )↝

Sero Brain Cells: niiiiice!!

Kaminari: i'm so scared

Sero Brain Cells: what why

Kaminari: i'm scaredddd

Sero Brain Cells: okay okay don’t freak out

Sero Brain Cells: have you picked out an outfit?

Kaminari: nope

Sero Brain Cells: okay so here’s what we’ll do. I’ll meet u at ur place tn and i’ll help u pick out something to wear

Kaminari: and i’ll order food

Sero Brain Cells: YES NOW U GET IT

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You throw your phone on the couch and bury your head in your hands. Your heart is racing at the thought of seeing Kaminari again. You have to pause and take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Thankfully, you have the rest of today to spend freaking about and picking out ten different outfits that you’ll never wear.

As for right now, though… It’s time to distract yourself. You pull up a Youtube video and resolutely pretend not to think about your date tomorrow.  

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chapter 3

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thx for reading <33333

tagging: @tejas-kris​ and @felmierr​ :0 

[scarlet-ancunin]

Alright, I have an idea but I can't decide if I want the headcanon for Desire or Ian, I love the both of them too much hehe

The Reader stealing and wearing their clothes. I imagine the Reader dressing up in the "Meow Meow" outfit to surprise and tease Desire, or the Reader taking Ian's because their perfume is comforting and also embarass them by wearing it in front of the team, hehe

Hehe congrats you will be my intro to making multiple characters at once of course all with out dear Mason~

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Wearing Their Clothes

Desire of the Endless

Desire was away for a moment because they was summoned by their older brother so they told you to behave until they return. you loved to put on their clothes because you oddly felt powerful like you can do whatever needs to be done with a snap of your finger. You giggle slipping on thier white suit jacket and black pants looking at the mirror and can picture Desire standing their admiring themselves while putting everything on. you was still looking through their clothes and gasped and iggled softly pulling out the Meow Meow outfit although you sometimes wonder how they can change so quickly but that could be becasue of them just being a power being having the ability to do something without trying. you slip it on and blush deeply suddenly you lay on the couch suddenly and grin looking up towards the ceiling of the threshold. you heard a softly hum. "i can see you couldn't help yourself" they would say coming closer to you wearing an orange jacket covering their top part of the outfit, but you tried not to blush at the rest "you went to see your brother like that. "yes and a good thing to, his colors are still dull haha" he came closer and leaned down kissing you softly before humming low "trying to be a tease love?" "im not sure, you seem to be doing the same thing" you said laughing.

Ian Wright

You absolutely love it when Ian left for work because you got to raid their closet and worse some of their outfits giggling because it gave you a sense of.......smartness you couldn't explain but you loved it. you loved when you wore their clothes because the scent made you feel safe and you closed your eyes thinking of them the whole time of course you made sure to place the clothes back before they come you were happy when they let you relax with one of their jackets when you told them you missed when they weren't home. "I'll be back soon my love" they would say before leaving. But, there was an even better reason for wearing their clothes it was to come to work wearing them and embarrass your lover. So, you put on their Jumpsuit and slip on their cat ears rushing and leaving for the facility. of course, you stopped by to grab some lunch for Ian and their friends. their expression was priceless seeing you dressed in their outfit it was slightly big on you something you loved and you giggled walking over and giving everyone their meals before kissing Ian softly and giving them their food as well "W-why did you" "well I couldn't help myself i love wearing your clothes you can take them of- mmph" they cover your mouth blushing lightly

Gren

Gren's outfits were perfect and you simply wore them in front of Gren because they liked to see you in their clothes as well nodding when something matches you and when something matches them only. They would also love to take the outfits off you to laugh when you became shy taking them off and looking at them. you even loved wearing their clothes to trick others as well from behind walking past people and they call out Gren but when they finally catch up you turned around confused faking it obviously. Gren did scold you for that although when the club was closed you both would laugh while you were sitting on their lap. you would strip out of their clothes putting on your own before grinning "okay your turn try them on love only fair" you tried not to have a nosebleed with some of the outfits they put on that you owned that were rather exposing and seductive since you were a dancer there. Ana would sometimes walk in on you laying on the bar once everyone was home while wearing Grens yellow Suit jacket. while they were leaning on the counter over you smiling "you two finished work and are still here?" you look over and smile "yes it's rather comfortable here at the moment haha" Gren chuckles and kissed your lips quickly before finishing up with the bar. "we were just swapping ideas on new Outfits~" Ana hums "yea I know you two are swapping outfits to" They all laughed.

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff , @sherazyjade , @the-masked-scorpio , @sugakookieswithacupoftae16 , @happilydangerousworld , @harlekin6 , @supermegapauselouca

[hauntingkiki]

so! a little background/story about me; i’m in two choirs, and i’ve been doing choir for three years now, almost four, and on 5/7/24, we had an awards ceremony concert and I GOT AWARDED!!

so, this story is a little bit inspired about me getting said award and i hope you guys enjoy!:D

(also this is very catholic/religious so if this isn’t your ally then don’t read it!:3 and i apologize if i get anything wrong in this!! i wasn’t born into a catholic/religious household so im not very religious myself so again, i apologize if i get anything wrong! but please feel free to let me know if i messed up anywhere for future requests!)

Congrats, Newbie

Jack Merridew x Choir! Reader

Lord of the Flies

2nd POV

you pulled uncomfortably at the long, black cloak that dropped at your ankles, the frilly white ruffles ticked your neck awkwardly. sweat built up under your armpits and on your palms, making you lift your arms up to somewhat dry your underarms and wipe your hands on your shorts that were under your robe. you turned to one of the girls in your section, jerking your hands up and down with a slight head tilt. “does my uniform look okay?” you asked her softly, dropping your hands back at your side.

she hummed in thought, tapping her chin before fixing your black cap before adjusting the f/c rosary that hung from your neck. she pulled her hands away from your body, eyeing you up and down with furrowed brows. she turned to one of the nearby tenors, tapping his shoulder, she pointed over to you with a quirked brow, muttering to the tall boy.

you shuttered when you made eye contact with the light, icy blue eyes of the tenor which flickered around your frame before going back to your e/c eyes.

his bright, orange curls fought with his black cap that was centered perfectly atop his head. he had pasty skin, dark brown freckles coating every inch of his skin, some dark reds and the same brown color on his lips. he wore the same black robe and black cap like everyone else, but his uniform was slightly different. he had a golden cross stitched into the left side of his robe, indicating he was the leader of this group.

the group you were in.

you noticed his cloak shifting slightly at his waist, faint cracking snapped in the quite air. you put it together that he was popping his knuckles, a nervous habit you noticed he did during rehearsals, warm ups, and performances.

once he was done cracking his fingers, he lifted his hands out from under the black robe and he quickly dusted you off, making sure to not touch you in any weird way. “you should fix your makeup.” he quickly circled a finger in your face before grabbing your rosary and huffing on it, wiping his white button up sleeve across the metal to make it shine slightly more. “it’s creasing.”

your eyes fluttered wide, stumbling over your words, you struggled to find the right sentence. “how much time to i have?” you asked, slipping away from the ginger.

“you have ten minutes.”

“thank you!”

you jogged over to your makeup bag and snatched it, making your way over to a mirror not too far from where everyone else was. you zipped the bag open, hastily moving your makeup around before grabbing your powder and your brush. looking in the mirror, you opened the container before pausing with a slightly ajar mouth.

your makeup wasn’t creased.

you shook your head softly, cursing under your breath, as you gripped the brush tightly, your knuckles turning white.

“-and for our final chorus of the day; we’re going to have jack merridew and his choir sing; Hail Redeemer Kind Divine.”

your heart skipped a beat, snapping the container shut before dropping them back into the bag and running away from the mirror, you sucked in a breath as you watched merridew lead the choral onto the risers.

thankfully, he was busy giving a speech about the piece and what it meant to him, so you quickly ran over to the alto section just before they walked out from behind the curtains.

merridew turned and faced the risers once he was finished with his speech and applause echoed through the chapel. his brows knitted together when he locked eyes with you, the two of you holding eye contact while he walked to his spot on the fourth row. he only broke contact when the clinician coughed, gaining everyone’s attention as the hall fell silent.

the clinician turned to the pianists, waving her hands around before the piano started to play. the clinician; sister jane, turned back to the choir, muttering ‘one, two, three and-‘ before waving her hands around wildly with a loud inhale which made you all gasp before a beautiful harmony of voices boomed through the church hall.

“Hail, Redeemer King Divine!

Priest and Lamb, the throne is thine,

King whose reign shall never cease,

Prince of everlasting peace.”

you slowly glanced around your section as you all sung, smiling softly as you made eye contact with the other altos before turning back to sister jane as she continued to conduct.

“Angels, Saints and nations sing

'Praised be Jesus Christ our King;

Lord of life, earth, sky and sea,

King of love on Calvary.”

you glanced over to the right to look at the guys who were in the middle, your face flushed from any color as you locked eyes with those piercing blue eyes again. you didn’t know what do you in that moment, all you could do was keep singing and deal with it after the song.

“King whose name creation thrills,

Rule our minds, our hearts, our wills, Till in peace each nation rings

With thy praises, King of Kings.”

you swallowed thickly, a small pause in the piece which allowed you to turn away from merridew’s harsh gaze before everyone started to sing again.

“Angles, Saints and nations sing

'Praised be Jesus Christ our King;

Lord of life, earth, sky and sea,

King of love on Calvary.”

you crackled your knuckles from under your robe, fiddling with your thumbs as the song continued on.

“King most holy, King of truth,

Guide the lowly, guide the youth;

Christ thou King of glory bright,

Be to us eternal light.”

sister jane smiled as she conducted, leading the huge group of children and teens through the chorus once again.

“Angles, Saints and nations sing

‘Praised be Jesus Christ our King;

Lord of life, earth, sky and sea,

King of love on Calvary.”

you weren’t going to lie if you found the song kind of annoying. to be true, everyone in your choir-besides merridew-found all the songs your group sang were annoying. even some of the other kids from advanced groups thought some of the songs you all sang were annoying, but no one would say that to the directors.

“Shepherd-King. o’er mountains steep,

Homeward bring the wondering sheep;

Shelter in one royal fold

States and kingdoms, new and old.”

but today.

today was the day for 6 lucky people in every choir to move up to a higher level. obviously, everyone wanted to move up, but you had to put the work and effort into your piece in oder to move up.

“Angles, Saints and nations sing

‘Praised be Jesus Christ our King;

and of course, this only happens once a year.

Lord of life, earth, sky and sea,

King of love on Calvary.”

sister jane brought her hands closer together to create a decrescendo from everyone, signaling a cutoff when she seemed satisfied with the volume control. she smiled brightly over at everyone, dropping her hands at her side.

everyone in the crowd cheered and clapped, some of the older chorus members whistling loudly.

sister jane turned towards the crowd, bowing and extending an arm back towards you guys as you all bowed slightly.

the head priest made his way over towards the front of the stage, white slip of paper in hand as he tapped the mic, chuckling awkwardly as he cleared his throat, opening the paper as his eyes flickered from the 6 names listed down at the huge crowd in front of him. “let’s make this quick, shall we?” he joked, a few of the nuns chuckling.

you bit your lip, holding back a holler as your eyes scanned the room, locking back with jacks piercing eyes.

a faint smile was on his lips, also biting back a laugh at the failed attempt of a joke.

one of jacks friends; simon, stood behind him, his hands placed atop of the ginger’s shoulders. simon slightly leaned forward and smiled brightly at you, waving a finger in your direction which you returned with a closed eyed smile.

“okay.” the priest sighed, adjusting his attire before speaking again. “our six chorus singers who are moving up are…roger crawford, david shore, jackson hill, linsey shore, y/n l/n, and millie harrington.”

claps erupted through the hall again, the choir leaving the stage and soon everyone was out of the chapel and chatting out in the hallway, waiting for rides or wondering off.

you stood by the tall doors, waiting for your parents to arrive to pick you up. you gasped with a stumble, catching yourself with the door as you looked towards the culprit who punched you in the arm.

“congrats on the move up, y/n.” roger beamed slightly, rocking on his heels as he offered his right hand towards you.

you stared at him for a moment, snapping out of it before shaking his hand, faintly smiling. “oh! thanks, you too.”

he smiled, letting go of your hand. “we should probably get acquainted with one another; that way we’re not alone when we get into the new choir.” he suggested, tilting his head side to side.

you nodded, rubbing your neck. “yeah, that’ll be a good idea.”

roger smiled, turning to his left when he spotted auburn curls in the crowd heading over to the two of you.

jack made his way over to both of you, patting roger on the shoulder. “congrats, roger.” he smiled, slowly glancing over towards you. “and…congrats to you too, y/n.”

your eyes fluttered wide, your cheeks flushed a soft pink. you nodded, stuttering faintly. “t-thank you, merridew.”

simon appeared out of no where, throwing his arms around jack’s shoulders. “please! call him jack.” he reassured, smiling warmly towards you. “after all, we’re going to be friends, yeah?”

you nodded. “yeah, yeah we are.” you muttered.

simon beamed before waving his hands around as if to brush that conversation away. “anyways, jack, roger, maurice, and i are gonna hang out to-“ he pinched his pointer and thumb together, bringing them up to his lips whilst clicking his tongue. he quickly dropped his hand and went quite when one of the nuns walked past. once she was out of sight, he turned back to you with a smile. “you wanna tag along?”

your eyes sparkled, surprised that the top four boys in your choir were this rebellious. you expected the four of them to eat dessert before dinner or to skip brushing their teeth in the mornings before heading to school, but this was something completely different and you were all for it.

“of course.”

i hope you guys enjoy!:3 maybe i’ll do a part 2 of them all hanging out if you guys are interested???

[prideofcelestia]

Hey congrats on your milestone!!! If it isn't to much trouble may I have (male) obey me matchup please. My pronouns are she/her. Im a Capricorn, my Mbti type is infj-a/infj-t. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud with people who im close to. My height is 5'0. Im not very athletic and im not a big fan of sports but I love to go roller and ice skating. I also love to read books and to also cook and bake food. I also like to garden. I've been playing the violin for 7 years. I love animals and im planing on becoming a wildlife veterinarian. I like to Watch nature/animal documentaries. I also like sweets. Somethings I dislike are people who bend or ruin my books and people who speak over me when im trying to talk.I love music, I can listen to any genre and like it but my favorites are indie,bedroom pop and classic rock. My ideal relationship would be with someone who is loyal and supportive. sorry if i spelt anything wrong. Hope im not bothering you:)

thanj you! you are not bothering me at all. dw, your ask and grammar are fine!

*drumroll* i match you with

satan

used to the ruckus at HOL because of his brothers, your shyness feels like a breath of fresh wind. with time, when you start opening up to him, he feels special that you are comfortable around a being of wrath who usually instills fear. the feeling that you allow him to get closer to your heart while accepting all of him is too beautiful to express in words.

he is not one to mention appearances but he can't help but find your height cute. of course, if it bothers you, he never mentions it again but if you are fine with it, he gets playful. he will ask you to sit on his lap and then tease how his chin fits perfectly in the crook of your neck because of the height difference.

if your interests lie in roller and ice skating, better believe that this man researches about those feverishly and masters those to accompany you. he thinks that it's cute to catch your partner just when they are about slip while skating so he is secreting wanting you to slip into his arms just like you slipped into his heart.

he's a major show-off, but only so that he can impress you. he needs to show you his best side, and his knowledge regarding the stuff that you are interested in. he is too cool for the world, isn't he? *twirls hair* that's his mating call \(0_0)/

reading time together! he finds nothing more romantic that being in the same room and doing what you love. recommending books, discussing them, marking quotes that reminds him of you, whispering romantic lines that he feels perfectly describ his feelings are common in your relationship.

satan enjoys watching documentaries with you, and keeps introducing you to new ones. the devildom has a bunch of amazing documentaries that only a dedicated dork like him could have found.

oh tell him about it! books are sacred even for this demon, so he understands your sentiments. once mammon damaged one of his books while stealing it and let's just say it wasn't lucifer who scared the second born that time. being a good listener and genuinely interested in what you have to say, satan listens to you and offers his own opinions enthusiastically. he has a warm regard for your intelligence and will memorise every word you utter to learn more about you. hell forbid that someone speaks over you in front of him. if you feel too awkward to speak up, he subtly asks you to finish, making the interruptor stop and feel a little foolish so they pay you attention. he catches on your discomforts pretty easily but he doesn't interfere always. he wants you to stand up for yourself!

you two often listen to music together using one earphone, arms brushing against each other and smiling inwardly.

this man will be loyal and supportive in whatever endeavour you choose to dedicate yourself to. any help you need, he will be there to provide it- be it resources or moral support.

[arlecchno]

IM SO GLAD YOURE ALSO LOVING SUMMERS FIC IM LIKE ACTUALLY SO IN LOVE WITH IT (insert me going batshit insane) alsooo do look forward to more stupid banter in the middle of supposedly serious situations , they are the best and there are more . stan mcs little water creations tbh

bleh , honestly all my other writing works are old and i think pretty shitty at this point but i can link you to some if you really want (or i could write you a short story / drabble , i feel like thatd be less embarrassing on my part lmao , lmk if you want that) about my games though ... 1 2 3(WIP) the first two are well over a year old now , plus primarily unedited , so dont mind any possible grammar mistakes or generally terrible story flow (i swear ive gotten better since these 😰) and the third was also created last year (for a school project) , im slooowly chipping away at finishing the code haha ...

I ACTUALLY COMMENT ON MY OWN DOCS AS WELL !!! there arent much of them because .. well i havent wrote much outside of my private dms LOL

i also think it is insanely fun to comment on my own work

aand ive contacted my friends (aka my two and only true loves /p /hj) about the kinnie thing .. and one of them sent me this to fill out

youre not wrong actually haha , am i that easy to read ?

im an ambivert , i dont like seeking out social interaction irl unless its one of my close friends or im just that bored , but i do get really loud / energetic when i am comfortable (i think you can tell that by how much goddamn energy i put into these asks) but my "social battery" still drains relatively fast i cant handle people very well lmao honestly , my and cynos reasoning for making our terrible jokes align a bit , although most people (apart from my irl friends apparently ???) dont find me intimidating , my main motivation when i slip in puns is to get people to laugh at how terrible they are , because im well aware theyre pretty bad (or all my friends just have the same broken sense of humor i do) . but yeah , i guess now theres two people on my genshin kin list now why do i kin both of the artificial humans in the game -

lets play a game where we ask eachother random questions , so its easier to end things off lol , got a window in your room ? if so , rate the view it has !

- jellyfish

yes the summers fic is so good thank you very much for recommending me it 😖🫶

AND YOOO THOSE GAMES ARE CUTE HAHA i liked nel and akira!!! also impressive how you did 2/3 of them in scratch,, i've had very little experience with it from like a few years back when i took a computing class and damn was it hard as hell 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so kudos to you man

glad i'm not the only one who comments on my own fics on docs LMAO and like you said, it's insanely fun!!!

the way that you're technically all of the above in the bingo 😭😭😭 and that drawing is sooo pretty!£8483£!!£! is that you or an oc of yours? (either way i've been eyeing it ever since i started typing here, hehe)

sooo i basically predicted what you're like irl?

i think for the most part it's because i'm a bit similar to you in some sort of ways, i'm only ever close with my closest friends and can get tired by interacting with people sometimes 😞 but the downside is that everyone finds me scary HAHA 😭😭 my friends had told me a bunch of times on how intimidating i look, when i really just have a normal expression on my face... apparently they said i always look like i have murder on my mind 🚶‍♀️

you now have another addition to the kin list, congrats 🤗

GREAT GAME!!! i do have a window in my room but it doesn't really have a great view... i'm currently living in a shitty apartment for the time being and the only thing i see from the window of my room is my neighbour's unit from my apartment complex 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ so i'd probably give it a 3/10 T-T

now, a question for you! what's the most silliest thing that you currently own? (it can be a purchased item, a gift you got, etc)

hope you're having a great day jellyfish ^^

[sarcasticmudkip]

Re: hazbin hotel

Acephobia and transphobia? Where? Like, actually where, I'm actually asking. Don't they have a whole ass ace character? How is it transphobic?

You don't have to answer lmao I'm just curious

ok I'll be honest, I legit do not remember. It was so long ago and I've detached myself so hard that I kinda forgot it existed until this week but here's a thing from some time ago but the main takeaway is child porn is bad; trans/ace representation not the best to say the least

[spideystevie]

im legally obligated to request ‘letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt’ bcos i’m a cold handed mf and boys like steve are warmer than furnace i just know it !!! bonus points if you give steve a fright while doing it and/or it’s at a party or smth & you two are just wrapped in a hug with ur hands up the back of his shirt (but i trust whatEVER u write so please feel so free to ignore that last bit hehe) <3 congrats bby!!!

steve is SUCH a human heater it’s true! thank you bff, i hope you like it <3 (0.7k)

13. letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt

The sunlight was fading behind the trees, crickets starting to chirp nearby and the beginnings of stars flickering into the sky. The air had that specific sweetness that only comes with the fading of summer. 

Wind rustled through the forest behind Steve’s backyard, whipping the scent of chlorine off the pool into the open kitchen window. You can almost hear the echoes of Dustin’s laughter ringing through the air and Max’s shrieks when Lucas splashed water at her. The crashes of water as someone jumped into the pool again, droplets lapping over the edge and onto the concrete. There’s no sign of life anymore, the kids having gone home almost an hour ago. 

You find Steve in the kitchen after your shower, the chlorine and sunblock washed away. The shower had left your skin warm, all except for your hands.

Static crackles over the radio sitting on the counter, music carrying softly over the speakers. He’s hanging the phone up on the wall, a smile on his face when he sees you. 

He looks at you for a minute, the same look of awe in his eyes he always has when he sees you. Your hair is wet and you’re wearing one of his shirts and a stolen pair of his boxers. He thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. 

“Pizza should be here soon,” he says, leaning against the wall. His hair’s a little damp and messy in just the way you like and there’s a new spattering of freckles on his cheeks from the time in the sun this afternoon. 

You step into his bubble, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your hands slip beneath the soft fabric of his shirt and he flinches when your cold fingers spread across his back. 

“Jesus, baby,” he breathes out, lips pressing against your temple. “Your hands are freezing.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, a sheepish smile crossing your face. You don’t move your hands from where they rest against his back, instead your body sinks further into him. His skin is soft beneath your touch and most importantly, warm. You can feel the muscles of his back move and stretch as he wraps his arms around you. 

His nose nudges against the side of your head. You smell like his shampoo, a lingering bit of chlorine but beneath it all is a scent that’s all you. There’s something so intimate about sharing something as simple as shampoo that has Steve grinning. You press your cheek against his chest, feeling the heat radiating through his shirt and into your skin. A small hum of content slips out of you.

“How are you so warm all the time?” your eyes are closed, relishing in the serenity of the moment.

“How are you so cold all the time?” he counters, pulling back from the hug a little to look at you. You blink your eyes open, turning your head to smile up at him.

“Because I have a human furnace for a boyfriend,” you joke, eyes crinkling when Steve lets out a laugh. One hand comes up to tuck a rogue piece of hair behind your ear, the tips of his fingers tickling the skin of your cheek. The other slips beneath his shirt you’re wearing, fingers almost burning when his hand splays against the small of your back. 

The song changes over the radio, a softer melody that Steve seems to know. He hums along, his arms wrapping you up tightly to him. The two of you stay in a hug, your hands up the back of his shirt even as Steve slowly sways you side to side with the music. 

You only step apart when the doorbell rings, Steve leaving you in the kitchen to grab the pizza. He lets you keep a hand up his shirt, palm against his back and fingers spread while you eat standing in front of the kitchen island. He wipes away a smear of pizza sauce you get on your chin with his thumb, using it as an excuse to kiss you. 

And when you go to bed that night, he lets your hands slip underneath the back of his shirt to keep warm. He can’t even complain about your cold skin against him when he gets to have you pressed this close to him all night long.

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allie's writing celebration!

[ddejavvu]

you’re my one -> staying late at the office w hotch to finish some peper work and it’s getting harder and harder to deny how you feel about each other also congrats on 2.5k lovey, im so happy for you <33 i love you✨

come celebrate 2.5K with me!

You’re my one -  send me a scenario and a character and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. going to an art museum with spencer reid)

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Your droopy eyes didn't go unnoticed, even when you tried hiding behind the file you were skimming.

"Y/L/N," Hotch caught your attention from across the desk, "You're falling asleep."

"I'm sorry sir," You frantically rubbed at your eyes, hand already reaching for your third cup of coffee for the night, "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You're tired." He frowned, dark eyes gazing concernedly at you from his chair, "You're falling asleep because you're tired."

"Well, yes, but I've still got cases to go over, so I need to power through."

"Absolutely not," He let the file in his own hands close, his thumb holding his place between the pages inside, "You need rest. Head home for the night, it's not like we were getting much done anyways."

"Really, it's fine, I'll be-"

"Go." He spotted your keys laying on the corner of the table, scooping them up and tossing them at you, "You need to sleep."

You barely caught your keys before they hit you, your eyes widening for a moment until they grew heavy again. You gathered your things, bidding a timid goodbye to Hotch as you left.

The doorhandle wasn't cooperating. Your fingers, usually nimble and quick, were just as sleepy as the rest of your body, fumbling with the metal handle and letting the mug in your hand slip from your grasp.

You barely had time to react before the glass shattered at your feet, spraying your shoes with stale coffee and glass shards. You groaned, crouching down to carefully pick up the biggest pieces, but Hotch had jumped up from his desk, rushing over to swat your hands away.

"Don't touch it," He crouched beside you, one arm across your chest to hold you in place as the other brushed the glass aside, "If you're too tired to hold the mug you're too tired to clean it up."

"I'm so sorry, I'll call the carpet cleaners first thing tomorrow, and I'll cover the bill, I swear I didn't mean to-"

"Y/L/N!" Hotch cut you off once more, "I'm not angry with you. You need sleep, but I don't want you driving. Stay here, I'm gonna get my stuff," He stood, helping you do the same, "And I'll drive you home."

You watched bewildered as he left the broken glass where it was, shuffling a few papers around on the desk you had been sitting at and grabbing his own keys. He gathered his things much faster and more coordinated than you had, and joined you at the door within a minute. You finally spoke, a swift, "Thank you, sir." that he acknowledged with a subtle nod.

"Wait," You watched him walk out the door, leaving you standing by the pile of broken glass, "What do we do about the mug?"

"We leave it," Hotch's perpetually neutral frown broke into a casual grin, "And hope whoever walks in first tomorrow morning is someone we don't like."

[sluttyminghao]

hi hi alicia! i've been loving ur works and congrats so much for 8k, you deserve all of it c: i was wondering if u could do a little nsfw hao drabble of him just being very sweet w u and vice versa? kinda like u have both been stressed out 4 a while and u take the time to unwind each other and :c yea i hope this makes sense ... just very comforting bc i have been having a bit of a bad few days ^^ so sorry if this has already been done, i checked ur mlists and i hope this is okay!

hi mika beloved! im so sorry this is so late but I hope u like <3

your head hangs low as you trudge through your apartment door, the weight of the day pressing against your shoulders tauntingly. everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong, and it somehow was all your fault even if it wasn't your department.

"baby! you're home- what's wrong?"

minghao's cheerful voice turns to one of concern upon seeing you on the verge of tears, and he immediately brings you in for a hug. he kisses the top of your head and you feel the stress begin melting away, even when he silently picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.

"everything that couldve gone wrong, went wrong, I'm so done with today."

the exhaustion lacing your voice has minghaos eyebrows knitting together, his arms lowering you to the bed gingerly while he undoes your shoes and places them on the floor. an idea sparks in his mind, and he quickly sets to work gathering what he needs.

you don't even move as minghao speeds around you looking for things, body curled into a ball. approximately 10 minutes later, you're still in the same position, to which you can hear minghao lightly sigh and come over to where you lay.

"let me help you undress, baby, i've got a bath running for you and I'll give you a massage."

you faintly smile as he undoes your top and slides it down your shoulders, before lifting you up and helping you undo your pants. he guides you to the bathroom and can only gasp at the setup he's produced in only minutes.

"hop in, i made sure the temperature was just right," he mumbles as he holds your waist while you step into the warmth of the tub. more stress melts away as you crouch into the water and let the bubbles seep over your tired body, eyes closing with relaxation.

minghao could stare at your body for hours, and it only made his cock twitch when he got a good view of your ass as you stepped into the bath. he tried to push the thoughts down as he grabbed the body oil and rubbed some into his palms, before letting them rest on your shoulders.

an unconscious moan slips past your lips as he works his hands over your skin, and it takes everything within minghao to not slide into the tub with you and fuck you. he again, pushes the thoughts down and lets his hands glide over your shoulders.

another moan. he can't stop himself this time.

"fuck, you sound so pretty, need to fuck you...let me strip off," he mutters, and your face morphs into one of excitement as his lean body joins yours and he presses his lips to yours, his hands resting just on your thigh.

"well, what are you waiting for then? fuck me, hao"