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moonlit-imagines · 3 months ago

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Headcanons for being Angela’s younger sibling as a civilian

Angela Lopez x sibling!reader

warnings:

a/n: i will not be able to handle the finale of this season

prompt: anonymous: “If you write for Angela from the rookie would headcannons for “what being her civilian sibling would be like” be ok?”

angela is hella protective of you and for good reason

yes, you had 4 older brothers—but she was the one who always stood up for you

especially as kids

“i’m fine, mom, i can handle a few kids calling me names” -you

“the hell you will!” -angela

“you better not let mama hear you talk like that” -you

lowkey tho u would threaten kids with her presence

“my sister will beat your ass!” -you

*children running in fear*

she encourages it actually—she thinks its funny

your brothers definitely tease you for her standing up for you

“you’re gonna have to take care of yourself one day, angela isn’t always going to be there for you” -one of the brothers i cant even remember their character traits and only one has a page on fandom wiki

and one day you all grew up and took different paths, but you and angela stayed close

and through her time at the academy and as a cop, she never stopped worrying about you

i’m talking near-hourly update texts

diabla (angela): are you home yet? let me know when you’re home

y/n: i told you i was home an hour ago

diabla: are you still home?

y/n: yes i am still home

honestly when she started out as a cop she saw some pretty messed up stuff and she never stopped imagining you in those situations, it caused her a lot of anxiety

but you started worrying about her too

you might have downloaded a police scanner app to get every single update you could get your hands on

“hey, just calling to see if you’re okay. i heard that there was a call where shots were fired. call me when you can please” -you on the phone

diabla: im working, i’ll call you later. no, i’m not dead.

literal actual “wellness checks” she is. wow.

if you ever had a bad s/o she definitely has threatened them with violence

oh, and YES she will bring tim into it

tim is your bff lowkey and she hates it

“tim told me you threatened to slap a lawyer in the face today” -you

“how the hell did ti—jackson…” -angela

“they said he was a cute lawyer too” -you

“shut up” -angela

whenever there was a crazy incident (like when the CDC had crazy outbreaks) your ass would be sat tf down at that station no questions asked

you guys would have nights in with music and drinks at least once a month

jackson would try to get info on how to get on her good side whenever you crossed paths

“that’s assuming she’s got a good side, kid” -you

this lawyer guy she threatened to hit then started dating was pretty cool actually (for a lawyer)

and soon enough angela was pregnant and you were ecstatic

“i cant believe it im gonna have a nephew!! or a niece. whatever it is, this is gonna be so fun!” -you

“yeah, you think morning sickness and swollen ankles are fun?” -angela

“hey, that’s not my problem” -you

“wow, thanks” -angela

being “fake protective” to angela when it comes to her pregnancy and/or wesley (you liked bullying him)

“puto” -you, whispering in passing

“what did i do?!” -wesley

you were in their weddinggggg

the one where angela got kidnappedddddd

you put an airtag on her after that (not joking)

oh no you were a nervous wreck when this happened and there was nothing you could do. like when they told you what happened to her they thought you were joking. like no way she got kidnapped and brought to another country by a famous female drug lord to steal her baby

and you were a civilian so all you could do was stay home and have a meltdown

and yeah. you got more and more concerned for her safety after that

“you’re going to be a mom! i just want you to be safe. that situation was so…insane! what the hell was that?!” -you

“that was the job. and i like my job. and im going to keep doing my job so no one else will go through anything like that” -angela

yeah you knew you couldn’t argue with her

not soon after she was asking you to babysit

“maybe i should get you some self defense classes. just in case” -angela

“i dont know how i’ve gone this long without them” -you

you enjoyed taking care of the kiddo. even if he had that lopez attitude

“please, jack, will you stop crying?” -you, pleading with a 6 month old

he did not stop

you were not pleased

family dinners!

“maybe y/n should go into law enforcement” -wesley

“that’s not funny, wesley” -angela

“don’t make me use these karate moves i learned on you” -you

fr you did love wesley its just funny to bully your brother in law

angela needed more nights out. date night and sibling nights

so on sibling nights you made it worthwhile

and you started to get close to nyla and lucy and even celina down the line (and of course tim was still your gossip bestie)

ok this is getting long i hope you liked!!!

taglist: @summersimmerus // @locke-writes //

#the rookie #the rookie imagine #the rookie x reader #angela lopez #angela lopez x reader #angela lopez imagine #angela lopez x sibling!reader

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moonsprcngs · 1 year ago

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I love love love your writting. can you do an enemies to lovers Sirius Black one shot? idk like make it hella dramatic, like fighting in the rain n then they kiss, or like a truth or dare n they have to kiss or sum. again love u sm have a good day stay healthy

hi my lovely, thank you so so much for the compliment & the request! i'm so flattered that u love my writing. i love YOU and i hope this did ur idea justice! <3 i also decided to make the reader a hufflepuff in this cause i thought it'd be a cute lil asset, hope u don't mind!

sirius black x fem!hufflepuff!reader <3

One thing about you is that you could not stand Sirius Black.

Everybody seemed to love him. Not just the students, but teachers too; even Professor McGonagall couldn't hide her smirk behind her hand when she often gave him a good scolding.

Really, the only one of the four marauders you could stand was Remus Lupin. Peter Pettigrew was okay, though he was far too much of a tag-a-long for your liking, and James Potter was practically Sirius' right hand man. Remus was your Potions partner and he was, admittedly, as much of a sweetheart as a marauder could get, often helping you study and walking you back to your common room when he caught you asleep in the library during his prefect rounds (which only happened once... or maybe twice).

"They're not so bad," he promised you one Potions class, watching for your reaction with a sheepish grin as Sirius and James messed with Snape's potion at the back of the room. "They're actually really nice once you, y'know, get to know them."

"Nice?" you questioned him, scoffing out a laugh and grimacing at the sound of Sirius' laughter bellowing through the classroom. "Need I remind you what Sirius did to me in third year?"

"I know, I know! But he's changed, Y/N, honestly! He's more... mature?"

Even Remus couldn't quite believe the words that had just left his mouth as you both watched the boy in question actually spit into Severus' cauldron. "Oh yeah, Rem, so mature."

One thing about Sirius Black is that he could not stand you.

He'd always believed what he did to you in your third year was harmless, something that would be forgotten within a month or two and not to be dwelled on. He knew you harboured a secret little crush on him at the time, so he figured... why not?

He really did mean it when he asked you out, though. Sure, he didn't know you too well; you were really just another Hufflepuff that he shared some classes with. But Remus seemed to like you, so he figured it could at least be a good way to make a new friend if nothing else.

"Hey."

You looked up from your book on Herbology at the rude interruption, and of all the people you were expecting to be standing before you, you were surprised at the sight of Sirius Black. You cleared your throat awkwardly, willing the immediate blush to disappear from your cheeks. "Hi?"

It came out as more of a question than you intended it to, but he grinned at you nonetheless and your face felt warm, was it warm in there?

You did a quick scan of the library in search of any of his smug little friends, but you saw no one. Just him.

He didn't wait for an invitation before pulling out the chair beside you and sitting down, still grinning ear to ear. "You free Saturday?"

You couldn't help but raise your eyebrows in surprise, your yellow tie suddenly feeling far too restrictive around your neck as you somehow managed to splutter out a "yes". Sirius pulled a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back (pink and white roses) and offered them to you with the same lopsided grin. "Meet me at the Three Broomsticks? Two o'clock?"

The only problem was... James had gotten into his head.

That same afternoon, Sirius entered his dorm with an air of confidence, not dissimilar to usual, but he had a different sort of spring in his step.

Remus and James were sat on their respective beds. The former looked up at him over his book and raised a single eyebrow, clearly noticing something different about his entrance, though James didn't look up from the Quidditch magazine he was reading and paid no mind.

"Afternoon, boys," he announced, his voice dripping with glee as he crashed down onto his bed.

"Afternoon, Pads," Remus responded, a curious tone to his voice as he kept his eyebrow raised. "What's gotten into you today?"

"Scored a date," he said, far too matter-of-factly for the grin he was still sporting. "With Y/N."

Remus' book fell shut on the ground with a thud, jaw dropped open and lost for words as James finally cocked an eyebrow. "Who's that?"

"Y/N L/N. Y'know, the Hufflepuff girl in our Potions class?"

"And Herbology, and Charms," Remus finally composed himself, now staring at Sirius with a pointed look, well aware of his friend's... reputation. "Look, Pads. I know she likes you, but you have to be careful about this. Y/N is my friend, and I don't want to see you hurt her."

James suddenly barked out a laugh, finally dropping his magazine as he engaged in the conversation. "Be careful? There's nothing to be careful about, Moony. As if Sirius is actually going to go on a date with a Hufflepuff. Don't embarrass yourself like that, Padfoot."

"Don't be such a dick, Prongs," Remus spat, tossing a cushion at his mate and hitting him square in the head. "She's my friend."

Sirius said nothing.

So the next Saturday rolled around and you arrived at the Three Broomsticks at five minutes to two. Though, five minutes to two became two o'clock, which became two thirty, which became three, which soon became four.

And Sirius never showed.

The next day at breakfast, you'd found him, slapped him across the face, threw the bouquet of pink and white roses back at him and left without a word.

Sirius Black did not like to be publicly humiliated. He decided there and then that he wanted nothing else to do with you.

It wasn't until your sixth year rolled around that Remus realised things were changing.

Gryffindor had just won their first match of the season against Slytherin and, as usual, there was a huge party in their common room.

You weren't much of a partier, usually preferring to stay in the comfort of your dorm with a book that you and Remus were bound to discuss within the next few days. Of course, you'd attend the parties when Hufflepuff won, but you were never one to join in with the other houses.

Although he knew this, Remus Lupin had a plan.

He was beginning to grow sick of the constant complaining on both sides of his friends. It was always "Come on, Moony, she's so bloody weird" or "Look at him, Remus, how on earth can you stand to be friends with him?" and, quite frankly, he'd had enough.

He loved the marauders, of course; they were his best friends, his brothers. But he also loved you, and though he knew that Sirius' young and dumb actions in third year hurt you, he really wasn't lying when he said he'd changed.

Yes, Sirius would call you weird or strange or annoying to his friends, but Remus knew he was deflecting. He saw the way something in his eyes changed when he watched you enter Platform 9 3/4 on the first day of your fifth year. He saw the way he'd been secretly pining over you for the last year.

Likewise, he knew the same went for you too. No matter how badly he hurt you, your feelings for Sirius never really left. He saw the way your gaze lingered on his friend for just a little bit too long. He knew the way you shook your head and muttered "what a dick" under your breath every time you looked away was a cover up.

The party in the Gryffindor common room was in full swing by the time Remus convinced you to join him. It had taken a lot of begging and a fair few promises to buy you more books before you agreed, and you found yourself awkwardly at Remus' side as you entered through the portrait hole.

It wasn't long until James had found his friend and immediately tugged him away. Remus tried to fight it but found him impossible, shooting you an apologetic smile before you lost sight of him. You made a mental note to demand another promise of more books when you found him again.

You accepted defeat and made your way over to the drinks table, in need of at least something before you inevitably called it a night early and headed back to the comfort of your own common room.

Smoothing the fabric of your dress down, you suddenly felt very out of place in the yellow and white floral fabric, but an unfortunately familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts before you got too caught up in them.

"L/N?"

You immediately snapped your head up and fought the urge to roll your eyes at the source of the voice. "Black."

Sirius seemed surprised at your presence, his eyebrows raised and an interesting sort of smirk gracing his features as he looked down at you. "And what exactly are you doing here?"

"Remus invited me," you kept your answers short, trying to slow your rapidly beating heart as you reached for the firewhiskey and flashed him a sarcastic smile. "Is that a crime?"

"No." His smirk only grew, seemingly amused at your snap back as he kept his eyes on you. "Not a crime at all, love."

He knew what he was doing. How dare he try and flirt with you now after what he did before.

"Don't call me that," your response came immediately and you felt yourself trying to fight the shiver that was so desperate to creep down your spine. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a party to enjoy and somebody to stay far away from."

That was an hour ago now, and since then you had already downed way too many cups of firewhiskey for your body to handle. You were so set on trying to avoid Sirius that you tried to make yourself forget he was even there at all.

An hour became two and Sirius ended up finding you back at the drinks table again, barely even holding yourself up as you tried to pour yourself a cup of whatever alcohol was nearest to you. Sirius, though definitely not sober, was painfully so compared to you, and he watched in slight amusement as you managed to get more of the liquid on your dress than in the cup.

"You alright over there?" His voice snapped you out of your pitiful concentration and in turn made you jump, even more of the liquid spilling down you when you did.

"Hello, Sirius," you responded, turning to look at him with a big smile and almost stumbling into his chest, causing him to wrap his arms around you as he caught you.

In your clouded state of mind, you couldn't for the life of you remember that you're supposed to hate this guy, and instead only found memories of the longing gazes when you racked your mind. You'd regret this tomorrow; you most certainly could not handle your drink.

"Hello, Y/N," Sirius raised his eyebrows at your state as he answered you, still amused as he copied your tone of voice. "You look like you've had enough."

You gasped as if he had just suggested you were You-Know-Who himself. "I have not!"

Despite your best efforts, your words came out slurred and Sirius knew Remus would not be happy that you're left out here alone in this state. He cast a quick glance around the common room but couldn't find a single glimpse of his mate in the crowd, and he let out a quiet curse under his breath.

I'm supposed to hate her, he thought to himself, letting his eyes fall back on your smiling face. She embarrassed you Sirius, shoved a bouquet of bloody roses at you in front of the entire Great Hall to see. But why did she have to grow up and be so bloody pretty?

"Let's get you back to your common room, yeah?" He suggested, gently taking the cup from you and placing it back down on the table.

He admittedly felt bad for you. Remus was nowhere to be found and he couldn't just let you get all the way back to the Hufflepuff common room by yourself in this state. You're just being a decent guy, Sirius, he told himself again. You'd do this for anyone.

You either didn't seem to hear him or his words didn't register in your brain, because when he placed a hand on the small of your back to carefully lead you through the crowd and back through the portrait hole, you only spoke with a grin.

"Are we going on a walk?"

"Yeah, love. We're going on a walk." Sirius couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, but deep down he felt a little tense. With the state you were in, anyone could've taken advantage of you, and he was glad he found you before anyone else did. Maybe it was the little bit of firewhiskey still running through his veins, but Merlin, Black, the fuck is wrong with you tonight?

The walk back to the Hufflepuff common room was slow and quiet, and Sirius ended up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and taking most of your weight against him to stop your constant stumbling.

Once you'd reached the portrait, you muttered the password and allowed Sirius to half-carry you through, still not completely aware of what was going on, and the pair of you only stopped when you reached the bottom of the stairs leading to the girls' dormitories.

He'd never been in this part of the castle before, and he couldn't stop the small smile that graced his lips when he noticed it smelt like a lovely mixture of flowers and freshly baked cookies.

You turned to face him once you reached the stairs and something suddenly clicked in your drunken mind.

"Sirius? Is that you?!"

He chuckled quietly again and nodded his head, raising his eyebrows with an amusement smile. "Yeah, it's me. You're back in your common room now, yeah?"

You took a moment to process his words through the thick fog clouding your brain and nodded your head, still smiling too before looking down at your dress. Your smile fell into a sad frown. "Oh no, it's ruined! It was so pretty!"

The boy in front of you took notice at the alcohol stains on your dress and shrugged his shoulders. "It's still pretty. I mean, you look pretty. I mean-"

If you did notice him stumbling over his words and the blush that rose to his warm cheeks, you didn't show it (though Sirius doubted very much that you did notice in your state). You simply smiled again, turning away from Sirius without another word as you all but skipped up the stairs.

It wasn't until he neared the portrait hall to leave again that he heard your quiet little drunken giggle. "Sirius Black thinks I'm pretty."

That was months ago now and you and Sirius hadn't even uttered a word to each other about that night.

Actually, if it was possible, you started avoiding each other more.

You were finally starting to admit to yourself that you had feelings for Sirius Black, but that scared you. How could you fall for him again after he stood you up in your third year? He left you there for two hours, your single butterbeer looking pathetic in front of you as Madame Rosmerta shot you sympathetic smiles from behind the counter every now and again.

You hadn't been in there since.

Little did you know, Sirius was avoiding you for exactly the same reason.

Okay, perhaps he was a little embarrassed to admit that he liked you. James was a dick that day three years ago and, although Sirius knew the both of them had matured since then, he couldn't help but worry his best friend just wouldn't approve. He knew deep down that James, especially now older, would just want him to be happy, but he was scared.

Remus had been so angry with him when he stood you up that he was also scared to face him again. Would he even believe him or force him to stay away from you for your own wellbeing?

The rain was pelting down heavily in early February as you trudged into Professor Slughorn's Potions class. The castle at this time of year was sickening, with pink and red paper hearts hovering over your heads in the hallways and fluttering around the tables in the Great Hall as Valentine's Day drew closer.

Even your professors had taken on the Valentine's theme, and you couldn't help but groan as you gathered around Slughorn's desk with the other Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.

"Amortentia," the professor announced, and a group of Gryffindors standing behind you giggled to themselves. "The most powerful love potion in the world. If brewed correctly, the scent will be different to everyone according to what attracts them."

James Potter scoffed on the other side of the crowd and whispered something in Sirius' ear. The latter laughed loudly, pulling the attention of everyone in the room.

"Mr Black?" Slughorn spoke through the boy's laughter, keeping his calm demeanour. "Perhaps, since you find this so amusing, you'd like to demonstrate for us?"

"Don't mind if I do, sir," Sirius just laughed again and made his way through the group, going to stand by the professor with a cocky smirk. "I bet it's just a load of old bollocks anyway."

"Well, I suppose we'll find out, Mr Black. Tell us what you smell, won't you?"

You watched as Sirius leant over the cauldron and you took a moment to take in his appearance. His shirt was untucked and unbuttoned a quarter of the way, his red and gold tie hanging loosely around his neck, and though you willed it not to, your heart couldn't help but flutter slightly.

At that moment, you realised that, if Slughorn was right, Sirius was about to reveal the scent of the one he loved.

"Smells like..." his voice pulled you from your thoughts as he took in the scent of the potion, "vanilla, fresh cookies, and..."

He trailed off, and his eyes suddenly flicked up to meet yours, an unreadable expression on his face as he muttered quietly.

"And, uh, roses."

Whether it was the intensity of Sirius' gaze or the fact that everybody had turn round to look at you that made you storm out of the Potions classroom, you couldn't be sure.

Not even the heaviness of the rain could stop you as you tried to get as far away from the castle as possible. What the fuck just happened?

"Y/N?"

You shook your head, refusing to turn around as you continued walking. "Leave me alone, Sirius."

"Y/N, please-"

"I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Merlin's beard, L/N, would you stop and listen to me for one bloody second!"

He'd caught up to you now, throwing himself in front of you to stop you on your course. You'd almost crashed into his chest, and Sirius suddenly remembered how you'd done the same thing at that party four months ago.

"Sirius, please-" you begged quietly, trying to push past him.

You didn't get very far as he gently grabbed your elbow and brought you back in front of him. "No, Y/N, we're going to talk. For the first time, we're going to bloody talk."

"About what, Black? What could you possibly want to talk to me about? You haven't wanted to talk to me for the last three years, why start now?!"

He couldn't help it as his voice raised slightly, and you watched him grab at his dripping wet hair in frustration. "I just openly admitted my feelings for you in front of the entire fuckin' class and you won't even talk to me!"

"Because it's bullshit, Sirius!"

Sirius stopped at this, his eyebrows furrowing as he shook his head slightly. "What the bloody hell do you mean?"

"This is just another one of your plans to humiliate me, just like you did three years ago. I'm not falling for it this time."

Successfully this time, you pushed past him, shoulders brushing together as you did. He tried to grab your wrist to pull you back but you shook it out of his grip and continued walking away from him again.

"Y/N-"

"No."

"Y/N, come on-"

"I said no, Sirius."

"Y/N, I fucking love you!"

His words halted you in place. Neither of you spoke for a moment, and the only sounds you could hear was the violent pattering of the rain and his heavy breathing.

You shook your head slowly, not even turning around to face him. "You can't. You can't do this shit to me, Sirius."

"Why not? It's true!"

His words dripped with exasperation. He seemed desperate now, his body moving back in front of you again and Godric, were those just raindrops on your face or had you been crying too?

"Sirius, I can't- I can't let myself be hurt by you again," your voice cracked slightly as you refused to look at him, feeling your throat clog pathetically. "I liked you. I really bloody liked you and when you stood me up I was so humiliated."

Something in his face softened at your words, and his voice grew quieter. "Y/N, I didn't know-"

"I haven't been on a single date since, Sirius. I can't let anyone even attempt to get close to me like that because every time they do I think they're just gonna stand me up anyway, because that's what Sirius Black did. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to fall in love with you when-"

But suddenly all words were forgotten as his lips were on yours.

Sirius' hands were now on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. He tasted faintly of cigarettes and some chocolate that was no doubt stolen from Remus, and it took a moment to process what was happening. But you kissed him back.

Godric, did you kiss him back.

It was a few moments later when you pulled away, his forehead finding place against yours. Neither of you spoke for a moment and your eyes took their time to flutter open, only to find him already looking at you.

"You love me, you said it yourself. Give me a chance," his voice came as a whisper, his breath fanning against your mouth as his eyes searched your features desperately.

You nodded your head breathlessly, your hands sliding up around his shoulders as you gave him a pathetically pointed look. "You pull that third year shit ever again and you're dead."

"I swear. Merlin, I swear."

You laughed quietly and Sirius broke out into a wide smile. The silence that took over you both was comfortable, the rain providing a settling background noise despite the cold that chilled your bones

"For the record, I would have smelled you too."

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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year ago

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Can I request you the Dorm leaders with gender neutral S/O, Disney known for making musical, so I was thinking making S/O sing all the time, background music just come from nowhere and even others around then sing too

Hi, thank you for the ask! This is a really cute and funny idea ^^

Dorm leaders x gn!s/o who sings all the time and brings a musical ensemble with them

Riddle

While he would usually hate noises when he doesn't expect them (ie loud voices in the library caused by Ace and Deuce) he absolutely loves your singing

Will he tell you this to your face? No, probably not at first. He has made hints towards it in the past, saying things like "hey you sound really good!" but then there's the part where suddenly you get a whole background cast singing with you. NOW he's shooketh

I think he would've first thought it was a bit weird? Like is this your unique magic? But overall, I think he wouldn't mind as long as it doesn't cause any damage or breaks any of the Queen of Hearts' rules

Definitely try to get some of the animals that are around the dorm gardens to sing or at least dance with you like they do in Disney films lol. I think he would find it adorable

Leona

He found it annoying but then got used to it haha. Like he just thinks it's funny now when you suddenly burst into song and the whole classroom gets filled with passing students also singing about how Professor Crewel's class is too hard

You singing alone though, he loves. He's also too shy to tell you upfront but you have definitely caught him looking at you with a warm look in his eyes when you hum and accidentally get eye contact

Probably assumes this whole musical situation is your unique ability. If it's not, he's just confused even more. I think you should use it during a Spelldrive competition!

Have you tried waking him up using this? Definitely will make him throw a pillow at your face, but it might be worth a funny prank

Azul

While he says he loves the arts, he was not expecting musical theater as his forefront. Now he's here, with whom he sees as the love of his life, singing and dancing about how you are going to get "your head in the game" for Spelldrive with like 30 other students

He's not the greatest with crowds, but does find it somewhat amusing how you are able to conjure up so many people at once. Does this mean the Monstro Lounge gets hella packed from time to time on accident? Maybe!

I think he would love you singing by yourself and will constantly tell you this. Ursula much? He probably tried to steal your voice when you two first met haha. Either way, he wants to hear you a lot

Believes it's your unique magic whether or not you think so. I think he'll be stubborn about it for some reason. But! He does think it's really cool, perhaps you could teach him how you make it happen

Kalim

Absolutely loves it! He's also singing along if it happens to be a song he knows. For example, everyone suddenly bursting into "Prince Ali" would be awesome!

Does Jamil appreciate this? From time to time like when Scarabia is throwing a party then it's sort of like a big moment and you're technically helping him with managing the whole event.

Kalim also isn't shy about telling you that your voice is amazing. He's probably said that first when you two met and you were mindlessly humming to yourself while doing homework with him.

If it happens to be your unique ability I think he would think it's the coolest one he's ever witnessed (even though he can basically conjure water). Definitely sing tunes he knows, since that will make students and him all join

Vil

Y'all were made for each other haha

While Vil is strict and loves quiet times, he's also a theater kid at heart. You two know basically every musical song out there so whenever you burst into song, not only will students (maybe animals?) join you but he might as well!

You guys need to do duets PLZ. It will be soooooooo cute. Sure, that doesn't mean 40 other students will suddenly start singing so it's not as big, but it's very heartfelt. I think he would love random singing

If it's your unique ability, he definitely thinks it's cool. Just keep in mind not to cause a musical to erupt when he's stressed out though, since that could result in him laughing or throwing magic in your direction

Idia

He hates crowds. The first time you caused "That's How You Know Her" to begin in the middle of you two hanging out at the courtyard he ran away because you made literally every student in the periphery start dancing and singing

He thinks you have a beautiful voice. He's shy about telling you this, but I think he would absolutely cherish every tune you hum or sing. If you happen to record them, he keeps it on a device so he can listen to you when he's sad

If this is your unique ability I think he would be amazed since this doesn't seem like weak magic at all. He does wonder if you enjoy crowds a lot since you cause people to join you for a little musical number, but overall he does think it's neat

I would say he appreciates you singing alone more than in a crowd. Ortho, on the other hand, might appreciate your big musical numbers more!

Malleus

Thinks it's really neat, he loves the energy you bring!

He wasn't expecting a big turnout for his birthday party at all when he invited you, but seeing so many fellow Diasomnia students very wholesome made him tear up a bit :')

Outside of your musical endeavors, I think he also appreciates your voice a lot. He can sing (literal evidence in the games) but he doesn't do it often. He likes to listen to you more than anyone else, but you two should totally do duets

If this happens to be your magic, then he's impressed! It's not every day that someone can make people appear out of nowhere or people nearby join you in a musical number. If Malleus is proud, then you should know you're literally one of the strongest magic users out there haha

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst x reader #ask box #twst headcanons #twst dorm leaders #twst riddle x reader #twst leona x reader #twst azul x reader #twst kalim x reader #twst vil x reader #twst idia x reader #twst malleus x reader

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epiphanytofu · 4 months ago

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Can you give us CircusChoir headcanons🥺🥺

𝐼 𝒮𝑒𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊, 𝒪𝑜𝓂𝒻.

ANYWHO, YES I CAN!!! For now, I'll give some more basic ones because a couple others are MUUUCH longer and will. Likely take up a lot of space if I were to try putting them all together. I'll talk about how I view a relationship for 'em working out in another post because that'll also be LOOONG. LET'S GO. I WILL TALK ABOUT A SENTIENT BALLOON ANIMAL AND MUSIC BOX 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

[ 1 ] Considering Cosmo is teaching Boxten how to bake, I wouldn't doubt Boxten tries practicing the recipes he's taught whenever he has some free time. With that in mind, Looey ends up finding this out, most likely by looking for Boxten and finding him in the kitchen and he is SURPRISED and CURIOUS. He did NOT know Boxten was learning how to bake. He quickly asked if he could taste test his baking and Boxten saw no reason NOT to say yes. He needed a second opinion anyways. Upon Looey taking a bite, he liked it A LOT and. Quickly went to grab more, much to Boxten's surprise and shock. Seeing as Looey likes his baking a lot, Boxten decided that he'd go to Looey whenever he bakes a recipe as practice. So Looey is Boxten's unofficial taste tester for anything he attempts to make, and whenever Looey is called to try something out, he goes running because who wouldn't want free sweets and treats? He Also Doesn't Have To Share, so more for him. (Have a small doodle comic with it. )

MOVING ON!

[ 2 ] Half of this headcanon, I got from a moot, but Looey and Boxten have respective, subconscious reactions to being around the other, one more subtle than the other. Looey's is pretty typical; his tail starts wagging! And I don't mean swaying, no, it's an actual blur and looks like a big fan of yellow. If he had bones, he'd end up with a sprain sooner or later like what happened with a dog who sprained THEIR tail from excessive wagging. Boxten, on the other hand, the key on the back of his head spins a lot when talking to Looey. This part is the one I got from a moot. Since Boxten's key spins when he's focused on something, it does so when he's even just LISTENING to Looey. I do believe that Looey is the talker between the two, so he's just yapping to Boxten and the nervous aah music box is just. Sitting politely. Listening closely because he likes listening to Looey. 𝔅𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔔 𝔘 𝔈 𝔈 ℜ

[3] Looey's compliments to Boxten are Not. Normal. And by that I mean, he will never give Boxten an actually decent compliment. And this is purely based on their interaction in the game. "You look nice today"? "You're really cute"? "That bandana looks nice on you"? No. None of that.

"Ｉｌｉｋｅｔｈｅｓｈａｄｅｏｆｐｕｒｐｌｅｙｏｕａｒｅ"? "Ｙｏｕｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇｔｈｅｒｅｍａｋｅｓｍｅｈａｐｐｙ"? "Ｉｌｉｋｅｔｈａｔｙｏｕｒｈｅａｄｉｓａｓｑｕａｒｅ"? Yes. That's what he'll say. And then he internally high-fives himself and goes "Nailed it!", as if that didn't just confuse the hell outta Boxten. But hey! It's the thought that counts! (Do Better, Looey.)

[4] These two. Are HELLA awkward when it comes to BIG physical contact/affection at all times. Of course, the usual side hug or leaning on the other is fine, but anything else? Time to go through 20 mental loops, a spiraling slide, and a rollercoaster with 25 drops to try figuring out if it's a good idea or not and if it'll make the other uncomfortable or if they'll miserably fail at physical contact, Boxten moreso than Looey, but Looey likely overthinks it occasionally, depending on what he's thinking of doing. What if they do something wrong and weird the other out? Or discomfort them? Or cross a boundary? What if they ruin everything with one single action? What i-(None of that will happen. They're Fine.)

[5] Related to the last headcanon, if you ask me, it'll take these fools at least a few months before they ACTUALLY kiss. At all. For the same reasons as the last one. Doesn't mean they don't think about it occasionally, but actually DOING IT? Out of the question, no way. It'll go horribly wrong and the other will laugh at them and call them weird or they'll embarrass themself. (They're overthinking again.) Give these idiots(/pos) some time. Both are new to this whole romance thing and they're LOSERS!!!!! (also /pos) In the meantime, they'll just settle with the occasional hug or lean-on. (I Am Laughing At Them.)

THAT'S ALL I GOT FOR RIGHT NOW!!! Do with this what you will. And You Can Ask Me More About Them Anytime. I Am Unnormal About Them.

#dandys world #boxten dandys world #looey dandys world #boxten x looey #CircusChoir #dandys world headcanon #dandy's world ships

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boothillssugarmomma · 1 year ago

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Fake It Til You Make It

(Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader)

cw-: Suggestive jokes at times, fluff all the way, mutual pining, fake!marriage trope, suggestive scene

🎀 authorsnote: THIS ONE IS HELLA LONG SO I HAD TO SPLIT IT UP INTO THREE PARTS ☝️😀...took so much time to edit and fix too...English was not Englishing...

please don't steal my work!

Pt 2: Fake It Til You Make It

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Atsumu takes a deep breath as he opens the door to his apartment. "Hey…my love…" He smirks, he takes a pause before sighing. “What do ya think…too much? This has to be believable…"

He stares at you as you take your headphones off, glaring at him with a playful gaze.

Atsumu and you are definitely not married, you're not even dating. But a few weeks ago…he blabbed about his perfect wife to his old teammates to make them jealous. So, after realizing he fucked himself over, he begged you to help him out. As his best friend, and roommate, you naturally said yes (he begged for hours).

"Excuse me?" You hum

“You heard meeee." He whines, walking over to the couch and laying on it, looking up at you in amusement. “Honey” He emphasizes, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Would it kill you to not make a sassy remark?”

"Do I seriously have to pretend to be your wife at the party tonight?" You sigh before flipping through the magazine you were reading. He knows this isn't ideal for you as you hate lying��and he knew he'd have to pay you back ten fold for this. "You could always just tell the truth!" You groan before the magazine shuts.

“I told you…” He sighs dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “It’ll be fine! Just pretend to be the best wife. One who dotes on her husband and never says a word back.” Wincing as you bonk him on the head.

"Uh huh..." Atsumu can feel the heat of a glare on his head.

“And.” He adds, taking his arm from his face and opening one eye to look at you. He raises a brow. “Try to seem at least a little bit happy to be with your dear husband yours truly, Atsumu-chan!”

"I'll do my best..." You roll your eyes. Glancing over at the ticking clock hanging above the front door, it reads as six o clock…almost time for the party.

“I hope so…” He says, sitting up and leaning forward a bit. His smile turns a little more serious. “You do know what happens if we can’t pull it off tonight, right?”

"No...what happens."

Atsumus face looks utterly disgusted and betrayed as a gasp fills your ears.

“My entire team makes fun of me.” He pouts before looking away. “Then again, they already do. They’ll just be more obnoxious about it.”

"That's true they'll never let you live it down..." You tsk your tongue. Laying back more on the couch to stretch without a care in the world.

“Exactly!” He emphasizes. “I will be ridiculed by everyone even my old teammates and rival teams! I won’t have peace in my own home!” Atsumu pouts, looking up at you innocently. “You wouldn’t want me to suffer that… right?”

Taking a minute to answer, your eyes glare daggers into his before you sigh, dropping your head and shaking it. "No I guess not..."

“So, all you need to do is pretend to like me!” He says with a huff. “Act like I’m everything you could ever want in a man. Even though you don't have to pretend." He sniffs and sighs. "I already know I am…” Giving you a sly wink before stretching out onto the couch.

Rolling your eyes, you sit forward and nudge him with your foot. "Yeah ok..."

“That’s the spirit!” Your stupid stupid friend hums, laying back down on the couch. “So, go change into something cute...” He says, waving a hand in the air. “It can’t hurt to sell it, right?”

"Ouch!" You smack his arm and gasp. "You don't think this is cute?" Whining as you get up, your sweatpants practically hanging off while your tanktop is particularly tight.

Raising his eyebrows a small smirk crawls onto his face. “Oh, it is. It really is….” His eyes slowly move up and down your body, stopping at your ass as he bites his bottom lip before looking back up, a faint red tint on his cheeks.

The blonde clears his throat, looking away. “But, like, it’s not party material, you know?”

"True..."

“Right. So, go put on a cute sundress!” He says, waving a hand. “That’ll sell it for sure.”

He glances over his shoulder to look out the window, his cheeks still tinted pink.

You roll your eyes before walking off to your room to change into something more party acceptable. You'd never admit it to the stupid blonde…but you were happy to play his fake wife.

Now all he has to do is wait. He sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone boredly, before tossing his phone aside and glancing at the wall clock.

“Why does she take so long?” He mutters to himself, looking slightly annoyed. Atsumu hums as he hears clacking of heels on the hardwood floor. "Finally took you lo-" He trails off as he sees you.

"How do I look?" You whisper. You look gorgeous wearing a cute little halter top yellow sundress, a tiny white diner apron, paired with tights and cute black heels. (I'VE SEEN THIS DAMN OUTFIT ALL DAY AND I NEED IT)

You take notice of his eyes widening slightly as his mouth falls open, eyes eventually trailing up and down your form. A small, genuine smile forms on his lips.

“Perfect.” He quickly stands up and steps closer, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against it. As he pulls back, the small smile turns into a cheeky smirk.

“My gorgeous wife.”

"Yeah yeah...my lovely husband..." You roll your eyes and smirk. Nudging him playfully as your eyes meet.

He laughs quietly. “See? We’ll be fine at the party.” He releases your hand, instead substituting is for your chin, tilting it up. He raises an eyebrow with a smirk, leaning just a bit closer.

“We should probably practice the kissing a bit more, though…” He whispers, his breath fanning over her lips. “Since we’re practically newlyweds.”

You roll your eyes. "Save it for the party Atsumu..." You nudge him.

He laughs again, pulling away and throwing an arm over your shoulder. “You’re adorable…” He says, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head. “But we’ll never get better if we don’t practice.”

Glancing at the clock on the wall he hums. “It’s six fifteen…” He smirks, leading you toward the couch. “The party doesn’t start for an hour. We have plenty of time to practice…”

You hesitate as you watch his pleading face, your eyes weaken and he knows he hit your weak spot for him. "Fine...one kiss..."

He grins. “Yeah? Then come’re and give me one!” Pulling you down onto the couch beside him. He cups your cheek almost immediately and presses his lips to your own, kissing you for a few moments before pulling back.

Atsumu's thumb gently rubs your cheek as he stares at you, a faint smirk/smile on his face. “One’s not enough…” He whispers with a small pleading tone, leaning in again he hovers over your lips. “Another, please?”

"I mean…its just practice…so its not weird..." You whisper with a gentle gulp, swallowing nerves.

His smile widens considerably as his nose brushes against yours. “I like the sound of that…” He hums before pressing his lips to yours again. This one lingers longer than the previous one, but he once again pulls away with a teasing smile on his face, his thumb still rubbing at your cheek.

“You know, we could easily be better than the other couples at the party if we practiced more…” He says, voice barely just above a whisper.

"Oh yeah?"

“Mhm…” The brown eyed bundle of nerves hums, his hand trailing down to rest on your hip, rubbing small circles there and holding you tight. He presses his lips to yours once more, kissing you for a few moments before moving down, lips brushing along your jaw before gently nipping at the nape of your neck. He pulls away after a moment, letting out a quiet groan, eyes closing.

“You taste so good…”

"You're a great kisser...never expected that..." You tease softly.

“Oh yeah? What did you expect?” He asks in amusement, his hand shifting from your hip up under the hem of your dress, running up along your outer thigh. He presses a kiss to the side of your jaw.

"No hickies!" You scoff as he suckles on a spot. Ignoring his previous question.

Atsumu laughs quietly at the request. “I wasn’t planning on it…” He mumbles, obviously lying, pressing a few more kisses to the side of your neck before stopping and pulling away slightly to look at you fully, hand still rubbing the skin of your thigh.

He leans back into the couch cushion behind him, staring at you, a faint smirk and a look of mischief on his face. “You know, if you really want to sell it at the party, we should make it known that you’re my wife in more ways than just kissing…”

"And what do you mean by that?" You nudge him gently with your elbow.

He gives you a knowing look, a smirk on his face as he sits back up, hand slowly moving further up the plush of your thigh, stopping just shy of your panties. “You’re a pretty smart girl…" The man murmurs, moving closer. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Brown eyes flick from yours to your rosy lips, and he slowly leans in. Instead of kissing you again however, he stops just before your lips make contact. “Let me show you…maybe?”

You nod quickly and shift to give him better access.

Without any hesitation, he closes the remaining distance, pressing his lips to yours. But…this kiss is very different from the other kisses: it’s desperate, deep, needy, and slightly sloppy. It only lasts for a few moments before he’s pulling away though, his eyes meeting yours, breathless.

“There are lots of ways to make it known…” He says, his voice hoarse with lust. “Do I need to keep showing you?” Atsumus eyes connect with yours, and you know what he's hoping…for you to say yes…and you're more than ready to give him that answer.

You pull on the collar of his shirt softly and nod. "Please..."

He leans in again, brushing his nose against yours for a moment before meeting those precious fuckin lips again. Like the previous kiss, it’s needy, hungry, and desperate. He kisses you like a man starved, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He pulls away for just a moment to catch his breath again, panting slightly. “You taste so good…” He whispers, pressing another soft kiss to your pink, swollen lips. “So good.”

Suddenly it hits you both…you're kissing. You both freeze.

Atsumu’s gaze travels down to those lips he thinks he'll never stop thinking about, taking in their plumpness and slight pink tint, before he shakes his head and looks back up to your eyes. The look of desire and love in his eyes remains, but he pushes down any other thoughts.

Right now is just to practice. Nothing more.

…But damn, he really wishes for just a moment (always) that this were real. That this wasn’t all just for show. That you really actually did love him that way.

You straighten your hair and clear your throat. "Well I think we did good…nice practice?"

“We did…” He laughs softly, adjusting his clothes and running his fingers through his hair. His eyes flicker down to a few small blemishes on your neck, and he resists the urge to apologize again, instead nodding. “I think we’ll do great tonight!”

He stands from the couch, his cheeks flushed. “I need a drink real quick. Do you want one?”

"U-Uh water thanks." You hum softly, trying to stop the blush from coming back to your face.

He gives you a questioning look but doesn’t say anything, instead turning away and walking to the kitchen. He grabs one bottle of water and one bottle of beer for himself, returning with both after a moment. He hands you the water before popping open the beer and taking a sip.

“We have around thirty minutes before we leave…” He says, checking his watch before looking back up at you. “Anything you wanna do while we wait?”

"...well...I don't like your tie...so let me pick out a different one." You hum, quickly getting up and walking back to his room.

He lets out a quiet groan, tilting his head back and looking up at the ceiling for a moment.

She’ll be the death of me…

He sighs and follows you down the hall, setting his beer on the bedside table when he reaches his room. Leaning against the wall, he watches you look over his selection of ties, arms crossed over his chest.

"Hmmm this one?" You hold one up to him to see the contrast. "Nah..." Putting it back to just find another one.

“So picky…” He says, shaking his head with a small scoff. Despite that, he smiles softly, watching your determined look as you sift through his ties.

He stands beside you and reaches for a tie himself, turning to you so you can see. “Maybe…this one?” He suggests, holding up a royal purple tie, leaning towards you, your faces near.

"That's not really you though..." You scoff and roll your eyes.

He purses his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing back at his ties. He reaches past you and pulls out a gold one: very similar in color to his hair.

“How about this one, then?” He holds it up beside his head, matching the contrast of his hair with the tie. “It accents me quite well, you see?”

"Yes!" You clap your hands and grab it from him before undoing his original tie.

His cheeks darken slightly at the enthusiasm, but he does a good job of hiding his embarrassment. Despite that, he still smiles. Your behavior was too cute for his heart.

He steps closer so you can remove the old tie easier. He rests a hand on top of yours, steadying it as you undo it.

You place the tie in his closet before turning back to him to tie the new one.

He raises his chin slightly to make the task easier, watching with a growing smile as your hands quickly begin to work.

If only she really were my wife…

“You’re very good at this…” He murmurs, watching you intently. “Have you tied a tie before?”

"I used to tie my dad's ties..." You smile with a small laugh. "My mom used to say I begged to learn..."

Atsumu chuckles softly, smile widening slightly. “Really?” He hums, tilting his head slightly to give you better access. “Well, it certainly shows. I’d almost think you were a professional.”

"Professional?" You scoff in a laugh. "I don't think thats a profession dumbass…"

Atsumu’s smile widens and he chuckles again, shaking his head. “Yes, professional...” The setter teases.

He rests a hand on your hip, pulling you closer as he looks down at you. From this angle, you looked a bit smaller then he usually saw you, but in a cute way. He almost wants to pull your cute ass into a hug.

"... you're very good at being a fake husband." You tease, poking his nose with your index finger.

“Of course I am!” He laughs, giving a self-confident smile. “I’m good at everything.” His ego shows and he raises his chin. “Even being a real husband, if I needed to be.”

"Well whoever ends up with you is lucky." You hum gently. "I hope you'll say the same for me?" You tease.

His smile falters slightly at your teasing words, and he looks at you with a conflicted look in his eyes.

Why did that bother him so much? Why did the image of you being married to someone else make his stomach twist…?

He quickly composes himself though, clearing his throat. He lets out an overconfident laugh, stepping back away from you. “Well, of course they will be! I’m great...and you are too I guess…” You hit his arm playfully.

You laugh softly and nod. "Perfect...except…" You snap your fingers and grab a hairbrush off his nightstand, leaning upward to begin fixing his messy hair.

A faint tint of red forms on his cheeks and he raises a brow, watching you work. “I’m fine, you know…” He mumbles, but he makes no attempts to stop you. In fact, he doesn’t even step away, tilting his head down for better access.

"Nope, your bangs needed fixing." You smirk and huff.

He lets out a quiet scoff, but doesn’t reply. Instead, he simply stares at you as you fix his hair. He could feel his heart beginning to beat faster as he stood here with you, watching this perfect girl fix his hair with no hesitation or shame.

You couldn’t possibly ever be his, could you? But the way you acted around him, the way you spoke and teased him: it all made it seem so real.

As if you were really a couple…

It was almost maddening…

But he loved it…

And he wanted you to love him…just as much as he loved you…

"Ok there!" You smile and stand back to give him a once over.

He takes a step back and looks at himself in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair. He looks himself up and down before turning back to you with a smirk.

“I look amazing!” He says, putting on a fake, overconfident tone of vanity, one hand on his hip. He holds his chin up and gives you a teasing once over as well. “Don’t I?”

"You just fucked up your hair again..." You groan and shake your head.

As he moves to reach for his hair yet again, he realizes that he actually did mess it up again, and he drops his hand with a sigh.

“Well, now it just looks normal!” He huffs, a half-hearted shrug. He gives you a small smile though: the type of smile that’s full of fondness and appreciation…and maybe…even love. “Thank you, though, for your effort.”

Your roll your eyes and loop your arm with his, standing next to him and glancing in the mirror. "We look good together... people will believe it."

He chuckles quietly before looking at the mirror, a genuine smile settling onto his face as he stares at the reflection.

“I think we look very good together… as husband and wife.” Astumu lifts a hand off your arm to run a hand through his hair again once more, this time just styling it to look nice. “We’ll be perfect at the party, don’t worry.”

You nod softly and fluff your hair once more. "Ok...ready to go?" You hum

He nods in return, pulling you closer with a smile, resting his arm around your waist. The contact between you and him is intoxicating, but he pushes the thought away for another time.

“Let’s go, my love” He teases, leading you toward the door. “This party won’t know what hit them with how believable we are.”

🎀 Continued in Next Part🎀

(I will be posting Pt 2 tomorrow, ask if you want to be tagged!)

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x you #atsumu miya x y/n #atsumu miya smut #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut

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steelthroat · 1 year ago

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Can you write a funny little TFA MegOP thing where they're already together. Lets say cuddling in their berth, and suddenly Optimus has a thought.

"How did we even get together?"

"Hm?"

"No, I'm being serious. How did it happen? You are.. were? A war criminal. I put you in jail. How are we together right now?"

"..."

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LIKE. IDK IT WAS FUNNIER IN MY HEAD. SO EITHER 1. Some otherworldly being (a fanfic writer) manipulated them and the world around them. Making them be together. But now the writer is gone after giving them their happily ever after.. But the characters revert back to how they were in cannon. Vaigely knowing what allowed them to get to this point, but not really understanding anymore how or why?

Or 2. Optimus forgot and wants Megatron's pov on how they got together. Either way, I know that even if you write little for this, it will still be hella entertaining :3

Ooooooh that's such a nice and cool idea tho! sadly, I'm not taking requests since I'm an INCREDIBLY slow writer, and life is also getting in the way ahahahah

Believe me, I would have done in other circumstances, and this idea has a LOT of potential! I am a sucker for the "how did we even end up here???" trope too, but you would either have to wait a long(immense) amount of time ahahah.

Hey if you want to write it yourself I could give you a couple ideas or advice if you'd like :3, otherwise I'd say see if there are other writers who take requests or commissions, I could redirect you to a couple of them :)

For now I can at best give you this little drabble for the second idea since it's really cute:

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"It just happened"

"Wake up" Megatron felt someone flicking at his nose and then shaking him when the action gave no response.

"Wake up!" This time that someone went for the helm, the bang of the collision rang in the otherwise quiet room.

"What?" Megatron opened one optic and glared at his disturber, Optimus Prime.

"How did we end up together?" He asked with an almost accusing expression

"Huh?" What did he even mean by that

"You heard me" Optimus scoffed

"What like... you don't remember?" He started going back with his own memory banks and backups, He would have been more worried about Optimus apparent amnesia if he weren't struggling to find an answer to that absurd question.

"Do you?" Optimus crossed his arms

Megatron stayed silent for a while... he couldn't pinpoint the exact moment they had become a thing. Centuries, no, millennia of circling around one another after signing the peace treaty, spending more and more time together, fighting, bantering, provoking each other, speaking about personal topics, binding while annoying each other to death had, at some point, led them to fall in berth together.

They had kept falling into each other's berth since then... and now they were here.

So there wasn't really an answer to that question, not a typical one at least.

Megatron cleared his vocalizer "I... I guess it just happened" he answered at last.

Optimus seemed to reflect on this answer before humming "are you happy with this?"

Megatron though about it, he really was, sure there were invisible limits they never actually crossed but at this point they lived like a conjunx couple, minus the status and the spark merging... but Meagtron found the though of Sharing his spark with Optimus not to be as dreaded as he anticipated... he almost- longed for it.

"Yeah..." he said smiling softly and bringing the smaller mech closer to him "a lot" and his servos started shifting over his lover's frame delicately almost in worship.

"Do you want more?" The question could be interpreted in two different ways and Megatron wanted to answer yes to both.

"When it comes to you I always want more" he answered looking at Optimus, his lover's gaze was so bright and full of love he felt like it would melt the metal of his frame.

"I... also want more. Everything." he whispered with his lips ghosting over Megatron's.

Megatron closed the distance between them and kissed him. "And you will receive it"

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I hope you like it, it's incredibly short :)

#transformers #maccadam #steel rambles #megatron #optimus prime #should I open requests for this kind of small drabbles and scenes?#idk #tfa megop #megop #steel writing #yeah i can't use the steel monologues fornthis one #babe wake up new tag just dropped #maccadams #fanfic

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broadwaybalogna · 1 year ago

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Zuko and Katara are shopping at a market. While Katara is haggling for deals and Zuko's carrying all the bags, a lost child approaches them asking for help finding their mother. Momtara and Dadko activate!

Awww this is so cute

I love these prompts so much please continue sending them!

FEATURINGGG: hella soft Zuko

Grocery shopping was bonding time for Katara and Zuko. At least, that’s what Katara told Zuko. It felt a lot more like an excuse for Zuko to hold her grocery bags while she bargained with business men/women. So unless standing within five feet of each other while shopping was what Katara meant by “bonding,” Zuko didn’t buy it.

“Just last week this was a whole dollar cheaper!” Katara reasoned with one of the people at the many stands in the market.

“Inflation dear, it gets the best of us.”

“That’s not what-! Ugh, never mind. Do you price match?”

The man in front of Katara squinted his eyes and looked the woman up and down. “Yeah. But who else is selling angelberries right now?”

“I passed her as I was walking up here, just a few minutes back. At that point, I thought 4.50 for a dozen angelberries was beyond what they were worth. But I stand corrected,” Katara said, staring at the man.

Zuko knew that they had not, in fact, passed another stand that was selling angelberries, and Katara was purely gambling on the fact that this salesman didn’t memorize the other stands in the area.

He stared her down before giving up. “Fine, 4.50 for a dozen angelberries,” the man scowled.

“Thank you very much,” Katara flashed him her signature smile and grabbed the ripest berries she could find.

“Nice going, ‘Kat,” Zuko said after they were out of earshot from the salesman.

“Ugh, thanks. He was such an asshole, though. Some people.”

They continued walking around until Katara spotted another stand with something that was on his shopping list. Before she could make her way over to it, though, a small child went up to the two of them and began sputtering something nonsensical.

“Hey, hey,” Katara rushed to speak, “take a few deep breathes with me. In and out.”

Katara knelt down to the young child and began breathing with her. When she was finally calm, she opened her mouth a few times to try and figure out what to say, then her eyes started to water again.

“I-I- I can’t find my momma!” Tears began to spill from the young child who couldn’t be more than four years old.

Katara took both the child’s hands and held them in her own. Zuko knelt down beside the girl and began to rub her back.

“Hey, I’m sure she’s looking for you too. It’s going to be alright,” he finally spoke, “what’s your name?”

The girl took a few more deep breaths then spoke again.

“Izuma.”

“That’s a lovely name,” Zuko smiled, “I’m Zuko, and this is Katara.”

The girl nodded a few times.

“Do you know what your momma’s name is?” Katara asked.

“Uhhh, momma?”

Katara and Zuko both let out a sigh.

“Here, Zuko and I will split up so we can try to find your mom. How does that sound?”

The girl nodded faster.

“Alright, Izuma, you can come with me and we’ll go to the end of the market. Zuko, can you go in the way of the entrance? Let’s meet back here in twenty minutes.” Zuko gave a sharp nod and began to walk away and toward the entrance, stopping every few yards to look around for anyone who might be looking for their lost child.

By the time he was maybe a tenth of a mile back to the entrance, he spotted a woman rushing around and searching for something.

“Izuma!” She called, tears rolling down her face as she searched every crevice of the area.

Finally, he found her. He walked up to the woman whose face was scrunched and slightly disoriented.

“Ma’am, are you Izuma’s mother?”

“Yes! Have you seen her? Is she okay? Is she here?”

“My girlfriend and I found her, they’re looking for you towards the end of the market.”

“Oh, thank the spirits. Please take me to them!”

Zuko nodded and led her deeper into the market. Finally, when they could hear Izuma calling for her mother, she ran to the sound, leaving Zuko behind.

“Izuma! Oh, thank the spirits you’re alright!”

“Momma! I was so scared!”

“It’s alright, I’ve got you now.” Izuma’s mother said as she picked Izuma up and held her. “Thank you so much- both of you,” she said as she turned to face Katara and Zuko, “I owe you my life.”

“Oh, no!” Katara reassured, “Please, it was the right thing to do. Just knowing you’re both reunited is reward enough.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Zuko spoke.

“Izuma, what do we say?”

“Thank you!” She yelled.

Katara and Zuko smiled. When Izuma and her mother finally left, Katara turned to face Zuko.

“We are never having children.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

#atla #zutara #atla katara #atla zuko #avatar the last airbender #katara #zuko #fanfiction #katara x zuko #zuko x katara #fanfic

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love-and-deepspace-polycule · 7 months ago

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Hey y'all, just posting my random poly relationship headcannons, first up is movie night. I include MC, but I don't give many (if any) headcannons for MC due to the nature of the game being MC=you. These are just silly HC I thought of randomly. Hopefully you enjoy? I do occasionally swear in my Headcannons or make minor pop culture references. This one in particular has a swear word so read at your own risk. I also don't consider gender when using a gendered descriptor to get a silly point across (for example, I refer to Sylus as a wine aunt. Aunt refers to a female individual, but used to portray a stereotype even though referring to a man). I think that really covers my headcannon style.

Movie Night! Couch order left to right HCs + Movie choice:

- Zayne: The bringer of snacks. Snack daddy. Lord snackleton. All loving names given to Zayne because he can't say no when somebody asks him to get them a snack. He will usually stand his ground on everything else (he's definitely not a pushover, don't get it twisted), but as he is not really a huge movie guy he doesn't mind being "snack daddy". He sits on the end as to not cross over anyone and block the movie when he leaves to go get snacks. He is also the most likely to be called into work so he is a loner on the end of the couch. Documentary watcher. Rarely picks the movie for movie night. The closest he gets to cuddling with anyone is him having his arm around Xavier who is next to him.

- Xavier: Second in and will lean on Sylus or Zayne next to him. Maybe throw his legs up onto the couch in either a crisscross or lays his legs over the lap of Sylus (not usually Zayne as he is The bringer of snacks). Speaking of snacks, his snack of choice is usually something salty like chips or popcorn. He is an action movie fan. Bonus points if it is a Sci-Fi. Usually ends up picking the movie, not because he fights for his pick, but because his is usually the least controversial option that won't end up in a fight.

- Sylus: Black and White movies. Cannot escape the old man aligations (he's still in his 20s lol). Wine Aunt. Will occasionally steal Xavier's snacks but only if it's pretzels. Manspreads hella on the couch, but it's fine because everyone cuddles into Sylus. Living heater. Keeps the homies warm and cozy. Calls Zayne Snack Daddy.

- MC: Your here and your cute! Keep up the good work, cuddle with your boys, and pick your favorite movie! Obviously you being MC I can't determine your choices.

- Rafayel: this man cannot sit still and thus has been condemned to the end. I'm also convinced he has to pee every 5 minutes. You would think being a painter he would be able to sit still for hours, but it is completely different when he is painting versus literally anything else. He's also a lounger and will lay on everyone else. So it's not really the end if he's laying across three people's laps. Changes lounging positions every 3 minutes. Was the one who started the nickname trend for Zayne with Lord Snackleton. He is a beverage bitch 3+ drinks at any given time and none of them are water. Romcom or horror. No in between. Snack of choice something sweet like a Reese's cup or Skittles.

- Bonus: Luke and Kieren will sit on the floor in front of the couch. Weird cult classic movies. Will absolutely not shut up during the movie.

#lads xavier #lads zayne #lads rafayel #lads sylus #love and deepspace #headcanon

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zhongyeet-me-to-the-moon · 2 years ago

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Diluc x Reader(or can be more characs)

Where they find reader crying over a book and I really wanna see how they’ll react

It’s just such a cute little scenario I think about everyday whenever I read some of my books

This is hella cute tho. I to, am a book cryer and I have a lot of feelings about this w a lot of characters.

Catching you crying over a book

pairings: Diluc, Al haitham, Wanderer, Kazuha, Arataki itto, x gn! reader

type: bullet points

warnings: none

masterlist --> x.

Rules --> x.

Diluc

After a long day and him telling you to go ahead you found yourself in your usual spot, a loveseat that Diluc got for you to be placed near the fireplace.

It was another night of "one more chapter", the previous all ending leaving you needing to know what happens next, and at the pinnacle, Diluc finally come in, quietly just in case you did fall asleep.

But instead, he comes in right as you shot up from the chair, a first it was cause he thought he scared you, instead finds you so engrossed in the book you didn't even hear the slight noise he made from getting scared at the sudden jump.

Instead, he sees you tearing up and pacing a bit, fingers already on the next page waiting to turn it as quick as possible. He chuckles a bit, trying not to interrupt. The pacing stops at a particularly strong point on the page, tears freely falling and no sign of you trying to wipe them as you read on.

Goes to get some sleepy-type tea for the both of you.

Sets the tea down on the table next to the love seat is when you finally notice him, jumping a bit at him suddenly appearing in front of you.

"Ah- hey, Diluc! When, when did you get in?" You quickly wipe your tears, hoping not to worry him over something a little embarrassing to cry over.

"Oh not too long ago, " He lies a bit, smiling knowingly as you not so subtly try and hide the wiping of tears.

The usual routine of asking about each other's days begin, till it finally gets to your book and you're eyes sparkle when he finally asks about it.

Loves listening to you retell the events with such excitement, and thinks it's the cutest thing.

Al Haitham

Now Al Haitham isn't one to indulge in non-fiction books. He didn't see the point in them.

The key point is didn't.

But seeing how animated you get when you're face full in a book, might just give him at least one reason to like them.

He can't work when you read though, cause he easily gets distracted by you're ever-changing face and the tiny mumbling comments you make each time.

When you're quiet is when he's actually concerned. Looking up though and seeing you tear up, oh boi.

He's shocked the first time it happens because he can't really wrap his head around crying over something that isn't real so he asks if you're ok thinking it has to be something else. When you tell him about a part in the book it does nothing to quell his confusion, but he is relieved it is nothing serious.

After a while, he finds it really cute, especially cause you don't notice him watching you when he's right in front of you.

Especially more when you do notice and immediately try and wipe the tears, you get a small chuckle out of him every time.

He won't say anything, just shake his head with a smile and goes back to work.

Wanderer

This man will not admit he likes non-fiction books, and will always tease you for being so expressive while reading them.

"You've read that book a thousand times, how can you cry at the same part every time?"

"Shush you, I like this part is all."

Does love as you try and justify yourself by retelling the events in the book, you're defensive voice exclaiming "How could you not tear up?!" as you talk so passionately is his favorite pass time.

Any time he catches you crying over a book he just shakes his head and goes on with his day, less you tell his to shush up cause "it's just getting good." and he's interrupting it.

Quietly hands you a handkerchief in passing to do his own things, and a glass of water to keep you hydrated.

Kazuha

This man does not say anything for a while.

Thinks you're the most beautiful when reading, and even gets his hand on a kamera to take pictures while you do. Puts every one in a journal with little hearts and poems written around it.

After pretends to walk in like he just got home, kissing you on your cheek.

Definitely loves reading with you so as soon as you see him you scooch over and let him snuggle close while you catch him up on what's happening.

Buys lots of books of many genres just to see you're reaction to all of them. He's the best at picking out books to read. Hands down.

You'll apologize for getting all sappy over something silly like a book and he just chuckles lovingly.

"What's so embarrassing about enjoying something so much it moves you to tears? it's certainly one of the most beautiful things about you I think."

Arattaki Ito

Let's face it, this man does not read like he should. Nothing past reading for kids or signs at food stands at least.

Loves you're attention but knows to be respectful when you want to read, so instead distracts himself with other things in the mean time.

Will however forget the reason he left was to let you read. And this man does not come home quiet.

The type of guy to immediately come in, no greeting, and sometimes forgets to take his shoes off cause he just has to tell you about what just happened.

"BABE! You are not going to believe this, me and the gang just- wait why are you crying?"

Gets real serious at first thinking something happened, especially because his loudness always makes you jump no matter how much time has passed being with this man.

After you tell him you were just crying about something that happened in the book he lets out a sigh of relief along with a quick "don't scare me like that." before immediately asking what happened in the book that led to the crying.

This man isn't big on reading but if it catches his interest is more than willingly hop in your lap and let you read to him the rest of the way.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #arattaki ito x reader #kazuha x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader

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miabbh · 7 months ago

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Very very long (it's not that long) and annoying and omg I'm so emotional and I just spoke my mind so it took me almost three hours to read this all but it's so worth it please-

I just read ── ❝ truth be told ❞ 🐰!! by @baekhyunsbestie and I wanna talk about it

cut for the sake of scrolling (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

you often found yourself wondering if she was a gift straight from the universe, a little piece of heaven sent just for you. every smile she gave, every tight hug, every soft ‘i love you, mommy’ felt like proof that you were the luckiest soul alive.

My first tear fell here.

the thought of it—of him finding out, of him knowing you’d kept her from him, hidden this piece of him, this precious life from him—it twisted something deep inside you. it made your chest tighten, your thoughts spiral. the guilt, the shame—it felt like a constant ache, one that only grew the more you thought about it.

Here, I had to stop for five minutes.

he was a dreamer. he’d mapped it all out in his head—two girls, two boys. his perfect little quartet. the oldest, a girl, to set the tone, to be the leader of the pack. then a boy to balance things out, another boy to roughhouse and make the middle feel less lonely, and finally, the baby of the family, a girl to soften the edges of the chaos. he laughed at the improbability of it all, at how life doesn’t work like that, but he loved dreaming about it anyway.

When I read this I thought about sending you a DM to ask if this is your plan to make me drink more water, and that this is not how you are going to convince me to do so.

you imagined his reaction: the sharp edge of his disappointment, the rawness of his hurt, the anger that would burn in his chest. he’d ask you why—why did you wait? why did you let so much time pass? and you’d have no answer, nothing that could make it right.

And then that feeling of angst already And then that feeling of angst already leaves the heart numb. Love it love it love it!!!!!!!! But auch-

she was his.

I'm a big fan of big sentences. I really love it because it’s a bundle of thoughts. But it's always these shorter, isolated ones that rip my heart out. This one, in this case, made me gasp. I'm in tears, Lisa! Why are you doing this to me????!!!!

you saw it then—the man he was before, the one you fell for, unchanged and yet altered by time and pain.

his gaze didn’t leave you, like he was trying to unravel the walls you’d so carefully built around yourself. there was a quiet intensity in his eyes, as if he was searching for something buried deep within you. the space between you both thickened, heavy with unspoken words. it felt suffocating, like the air was being stolen from your lungs. this was it. the moment that would change everything.

Can someone hit me to see if I wake up? Lisa, I can picture the scenes so well and his look and his actions and Minji being so cute and still the hella elephant in the room who is keeping company with the giraffe! I was going to write this later but I had to go back and write it now and I'm not editing anything so you're going to get a raw and dramatic reaction from me. I wanna punch someone please if this was a book I would already want to tear off the pages and stick them on my forehead.

his voice was calm, but his eyes—those eyes—told a different story. they flickered with something raw, something desperate, like a storm fighting its way to the surface.

Up until now I thought I could hold on a little longer without crying because, hey, they've at least seen each other! But then you just ↓

you looked back up, and his gaze met yours—quiet, intense, full of unspoken things. without a word, he nodded toward the paper, his voice steady but laced with something fragile, something that didn’t quite fit with the man you knew. "that's my number, bun. just in case you're running late or something."

Don't dont dont dont bun me!!! Or her!!!! US!!!!!!!!! DON'T 😭😭😭😭 ah my heart pqp

“i’m engaged,” he blurted, the words sharp and sudden, like a slap to the face.

Caramba Lisa, there was no need for that. What a puch in my heart—truly, it wasn't a metaphor. I know I asked for someone to hit me but it wasn't like that! Ah the angst I love it but I can barely breath. And I was so shocked that my mind projected something like "you saw the ring on his finger" and I was so lost as I could barely find this passage anywhere. I'm- you're tearing my heart apart, Lisa. Hope you know that.

his voice sliced through your words, thick with disbelief, tremoring as if he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. "are you... are you serious right now? you’d leave? again? how is that supposed to fix anything? did you not think i wanted her? wanted you? we’ve talked about this, bun... you knew what it meant for me to be a dad."

No okay Baekhyun you're asking for it engaged and still 'bun bun' her? You explain yourself man!

he shook his head, a soft, bitter laugh escaping him before he quickly suppressed it. his voice faltered, the nickname slipping out before he even realized it. “don’t worry about that, bun—” he stopped mid-sentence, the word tasting strange and wrong on his tongue after your mention of his fiancée. it was as if, in that moment, he’d completely forgotten about her. he cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. “i mean… just let me handle that. but for now... please, promise me you won’t disappear again. promise me you won’t take her away from me. i’m begging you... let me in. i feel like you owe me that much.”

Ah 😀! Okay. Got it. Gotta punch you, Baek. The fuck you're doing man?

I'm not okay.

“look,” baekhyun began, his voice softer now, tinged with something you couldn’t place. “i never thought i’d hear from you again. and now you just—pop back into my life, on a random friday, with a daughter i had no idea about. i’m sorry if you’re upset that there’s someone else in my life. but please... don’t punish me for finding myself again after you completely destroyed me.”

I'm not okay part. 2 because I'm trying again. Lisa why are you so right with the words, huh? Can you like- no keep doing as it is but ah my heart is in pieces and need a break (I'll keep going).

"drink up," he said, flicking a finger gently under your chin to tilt your head up, a playful glint in his eyes. "don’t need you passing out on me from dehydration."

I'll take this as an advice for myself after all this part.

before you could say another word, he turned, walking briskly toward his car. his steps were measured, his pride refusing to let him break into a full-on sprint, even as his heart hammered like a war drum. every step felt heavier than the last, the weight of his lie and your confusion pressing down on him like a vice.

This, this is a masterpiece. I'll print this and place it on my wardrobe. I'm telling you. This and some other inflated ego and pride/anger/self-destructive examples that make me hold my breath as I read. You know when you get an adrenaline rush when you see/read things like that? What a thrill I felt. Kinda shaky as we speak, btw.

after a few more park playdates, you invited baekhyun over for dinner. when he arrived, he held two bouquets—one vibrant and blooming for you, and a smaller, delicate arrangement for minji.

Receiving flowers is a weakness of mine. Give me flowers and I'll do anything. I'll probably cry too, non-ironically. Where is the habit of giving flowers? No one gives bouquets anymore. My father also used to bring a bouquet for my mother and a smaller floral arrangement for me on special ocasions or just because, as he works with that. Maybe that's why it has such a special place in my heart. It's been at least ten years since this last happened... And then see Baek doing that... Man, your daughter won't accept less than that and you're so right. Omg I'm so emotional

“hey,” he said softly, his voice pulling you out of your spiral. “what matters is now. and the future. i trust you, and i know you won’t keep her from me again. i’ve forgiven you... but maybe it’s time you forgave yourself.”

he settles into the chair beside you, close enough that you can feel the faint warmth radiating from him. you sip your wine, trying to steady yourself, before speaking. “so... have you and soo talked about setting up a time to meet her?”

'close enough that you can feel the faint warmth radiating from him'. I never really believed in this until I felt it. Lord, someone save me from this mental image of a broad-shouldered Baekhyun sitting next to me with his body heat being emanated to me please??? I'm not okay now because this man is all good in real life but in this scenario I'm slightly more... surrendered....

Lisa what kind of magic are you doing making me hear his voice everytime he speaks because I'm telling you I'm shocked myself I can see it as a movie right in front of my eyes almost literally.

his eyes searched yours, hesitant but resolute, as if willing you to see the truth in his gaze. when he spoke again, his voice softened, carrying a weight that made your breath hitch. “and the more time i spent with you both... the more i realized you’re what i want. you and minji. you’re what i really want in my life.”

See? This is what I mean when I say english is tricky. You as her or you as them? Yeah yeah, english, you know why you have the bestest slow burns??? Because you are so deceiving it's Impossible not to misunderstand!!!!!!! Ah someone help me I'm losing my mind please kiss each other I can't 😭😭

his hands twitched at his sides, desperate to reach for you, to touch, to hold, to pull you close enough to feel the warmth of your body against his. the temptation was staggering, nearly unbearable. his mind flickered with flashes of all the ways he wanted you—how it would feel to bury his face in your neck, to whisper promises against your skin, to hear you say his name like you used to.

baekhyun’s lips curved into a playful smirk. “spoiled?” he echoed, leaning in just slightly, enough for his voice to drop a fraction, rich and smooth. “c’mon, bun, i’m sure you remember what me spoiling you really looks like.”

I was silent the whole time because it took me a while to process that first you made me cry and now I'm the one who's blushing, but wow. I mean- please kiss each other please. Slow burn but it's catching fire to the intire room so please I- Lisaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then, he kissed you.

rip Mia.exe stopped working. Report: possible case of 'slow burn reader's rapturous condition when the couple finally kisses'. methods of correcting the error are being sought.

"i love you, bun," he whispered, his voice soft yet heavy with meaning, a tremor of raw emotion in every word. his gaze, unwavering and intense, locked onto yours, as if he could reach inside you with just a look. his lips brushed yours, so lightly it almost felt like a delicate promise. "i... i don’t think i ever stopped."

Critical error. Mia.exe file does not respond. Mia.exe file does not respond. Mia.exe file does not respond. Mia.exe file does not respond. Mia.exe file does not respon-

“fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with hunger. “ya sure about this, bun?” each syllable a desperate plea as his restraint teetered dangerously close to breaking.

DON'T "YA" AND "BUN" ME ON THE SAME SENTENSE MAN! WHAT????!!!!!!

Lisa let's talk. You have to be more careful with the words because the way you put them together makes me want to eat the letters you put together. This doesn't work. It's just that you writing like that and Baekhyun being Baekhyun so beautiful and perfect and hot as fuck in my mind is not good for my heart. Lisa.

his lips curled into that signature, boyish grin that had always undone you, a glint of mischief dancing in his darkened eyes.

I can picture him I wanna cry and I can't this is too much for me please someone get me a Baekhyun too please I need it please Lisa how do you write do envolving after midnight after bedtime sceneeeeeeeeeeees????!!!!!!!!!!

“hah—baek,” you whine, your voice trembling as you fully surrender to him. your body rocks helplessly in rhythm with his relentless thrusts, his cock plunging so deep it leaves you gasping. “s-so deep—hngh… can feel you here—” your hand snakes down, guiding his to press against your stomach, right where the swollen head of his cock is relentlessly hitting that devastatingly sweet spot.

HELLO????!!!! For illustrative purposes, I have the shocked face of a conservative lady who has just discovered what is good in life. I'm- wow Lisa that detail. Omg I have no words almost literally. That was super sensual lemme tell you my ace self is asking if we can make a deal and read this everytime we come to think there's no way sex cant be pretty.

your heart clenches painfully, his vulnerability cutting straight through you like a blade. his body trembles against yours, every inch of him straining to keep you close, to pour everything he feels into the spaces between you. your fingers find their way into his hair, threading through the damp strands as you tug gently, coaxing him to meet your gaze.

And then emotional, deep into sad/angstie emotions???? This is a masterpiece Lisa, this moment is just so right in place and the moment and the tension and the moment again and the timing and them 😩😭 Omg this is perfection

And, innocent and intoxicated that I was with all this, I thought I would feel my heart tight again. But you said 'no no' ↓

he nods, his gaze falling to his hands, which rest loosely in his lap. “yeah,” he says, the word heavy with a weight he’s carried for longer than you probably realize. “i always knew your heart was still with him. filled with him. i thought that maybe, over time, with me… and nari… we—i—would fill it instead.” his voice cracks slightly, and he clears his throat, forcing himself to go on. “but then he came along. and even then, i was still foolish enough to believe i had a chance.”

Omg Channie 😭😭 Noooo Channie please someone I- he was so kind all the time but now he's so straight to the point I feel proud of him but at the same time it hurts like hell because he's still soo sweet and not showing if he's upset nor anything I'm- Auch

a beat passed, and then her face lit up with a smile that could rival the sun. “so... does this mean i can call you daddy?”

baekhyun laughed, his voice shaky but filled with relief. “only if you want to, bunny.”

There's an eye in my tears.

So, dear Lisa...

Is it necessary to say that I loved it? Never feel scared about the fact that it will take longer and be longer and different from your usual writing. This is soooooo good really I wanna print it 😭😭

The angst, but they meet quick so it's not dull; reconciliation, but it is quite balanced so it's not forced or weird; the slow burn that is slow yeah but it's burninggggggggggggg AHHHHHHHHHHH

And then all about Chanyeol and the kids and I loved Minji with all of my heart and I'm still surprised about what I told you like- wow. Not that it's a unsual name but the coincidence!!!!!!!

You're one of my fave writers and now I just love you a a (big huge enormous) bit more 🩷

Lisa, you did amazing!

#it's a real time post so i'm still emotional and shaky and someone i wanna cry again but then baek with his daughter and im smiling again #ah lisa that's why i like you so much uk?#baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun fanfic #lisa 🩷#mia.exe #gotta sleep now it's almost 1am omg

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ragingstillness · 1 year ago

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Finally caught up on the bungo stray dogs manga today. Here are my thoughts in no particular order.

Massive spoiler warning through ch 114.5!

Gotta say, I don’t think any of us guessed “functional immortality” for Fyodor’s ability. It does explain why he’s completely crazed and has such little respect for human life. The face peeling is gross but a little funny in how wacky and wild it is. Genuine questions: does Fyodor then gain that person’s body shape? Has he ever been killed by a woman before? Or a child? Does he get to steal Bram’s height now? What happens if he turns into an old person and dies of old age? What happens if he kills himself? When was he born and when did this ability manifest? Does he gain the new person’s ability as well as his own? Also, I have to give Asagiri credit for taking the most literal interpretation of Crime and Punishment ever. The Crime is murder of Fyodor and the Punishment is he becomes you. He takes your space in society. Delightfully literal.

Gogol’s sadness over Dostoyevsky felt really real my poor clown. However, with the reveal of Dostoyevsky’s ability, they are now the perfect couple. Gogol can kill Fyodor, achieving his goal of killing him, then Fyodor can become him, achieving Gogol’s goal of losing himself and Fyodor’s goal of having one less person constantly trying to kill him. Poetic cinema.

Gonna be laughing forever at Mori gluing the fake vampire teeth into Chuuya’s mouth and Chuuya’s inability to get them out. This is especially funny because this genuinely happened to me with my mom one Halloween and while we did get them out I was picking glue out of my teeth for a week.

I hope Bram isn’t gone forever because his relationship with Aya is beyond cute.

Is Aya’s dad that grumpy police detective? It looked like that in her vision.

I’m still not super satisfied with Fukuchi having good intentions. He’s been far too sadistic and blatantly evil for me to change my mind on him now. Little Fukuchi I can defend but I’m not changing my opinion on adult Fukuchi.

Fukuzawa stays the smartest man, taking the sword to the heart then pulling it away with him. Very “can I keep this” when someone gets stabbed meme of him. Also using it still as a blade? Inspired. All hail silver fox dad.

Ranpo is clearly still injured but doesn’t seem as injured as Asagiri teased us with. Aku still appears to be a vampire, we’ll see how that turns out.

Damn, Fukuchi will not die. This man has been bleeding from the neck and heart for several minutes at least and still is talking.

Considering the last ability singularity nearly destroyed all of Yokohama and the world, not looking forward to the results of a three-part singularity.

Fukuchi’s blade allowing him control over a small period of time I could accept but the gift of prophecy? Specific prophecy too? Kind of came out of left field, I don’t like that without knowing more about the sword’s creator.

Let’s be real, One Order should just be destroyed, it’s hella dangerous in anyone’s hands.

I don’t think we got told in advance that Bram’s sword combined person with ability. Maybe I just don’t remember but I don’t think so.

Fyodor’s goals continue to be murky as hell.

Convenient, that Fyodor’s ability also comes with a bit of teleportation, as he got from mid-Europe to Japan right quick.

I still need to know more about the war and I despair of ever receiving that info.

Love that all this is going down between Fyodor, Fukuchi, and Fukuzawa (too many fs) and Atsushi is just there like oh right I have a main character oops. I really hope vampirism wipes Akutagawa’s memories so he just jumps into this situation completely discombobulated, it’d be so funny.

When will sassy grandpa (Mori) return from war?

Hey Natsume what’s up, think maybe this is a good time to intervene?

Where the hell is Kouyou?

#Bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd spoilers

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insomniatrical · 1 year ago

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Hey! Just wanted to say I really like your art style from what I've seen!

I also saw you were talking about JudgeZero a bit and liked my JudgeZero art and was curious on if you had any hcs about them at all? If not it's okay, i just personally enjoy them a lot

omg tysm! And yes, of course I have headcanons about JudgeZero<33 they’re like my otp now bro❤️🌸

Ship info log:

Ship name: JudgeZero

Characters: Dina Angela Clark (Judge Angels) and Alice Maria Jackson (Zero)

Type: Lesbian/Sapphic (homosexual)

Type of couple: Currently dating

Gender/Sexuality of Judge Angels: Cisgender female (She/her), Pansexual.

Gender/Sexuality of Zero: Demi-girl (She/they), Lesbian.

Headcanons for Judge Angels (Dina Angela Clark) x Zero (Alice Maria Jackson)

Dina is 19 years old, and Zero is 21 years old.

At a party at the pasta house (for some fancy ass event or whatever)- After Dina got her man’s stolen (Helen) by Puppeteer, Zero (nurse Ann’s bestie), saw Dina standing in the middle of the room with a cup of punch all alone, looking upset. Zero got a bit worried about her, and walked over to Dina and asked if she wanted to dance, from there, they started dating💅❤️

Dina likes Zero’s funny, Loud, crazy personality and style, and finds it entertaining and comforting.

Zero likes to call Dina things like: Angel, Judge, Angela, Ms.Clark, Darling, Sweetheart, Love, Princess, and more

HELP I GOT CUPCAKE FROESTING ON MY SHIRT AND IT STAINED MY LIPS IM ALSO TAKINT A SHIT WHILST WRITING THESE LMAOOOO

Zero = Top💪🏻🖤 / Dina = Bottom🩷🎀 (💀help idk)

Zero finds Dina cute and sweet. Because she is!!!

nurse Ann has never felt so betrayed in her life. But her and Zero are still the bestest of friends!

Nurse Ann is definitely going to beat the shit out of Dina for stealing her bestie 💀

Zero doesn’t really get involved with Angels and Ann’s arguments and fights, but she’ll try to stop it sometimes. Especially when it gets too serious or if she’s around.

They’re both surprisingly good at dancing with each other. Their like…fucking in sync ballerinas that were meant to be together… Zero is like a black swan and Dina is like a white swan bro

In my future au they get married and live a long happy life together<3 also in the future au, Dina wears glasses and longer more ethereal dresses.

Zero isn’t really afraid to take her own risks, but Dina is a bit worried about Zero being so reckless most of the time.

zero is romantic ash ngl

Keep in mind that I don’t have a lot of hcs of them….YET… :)

Zero can pick up Dina easily. And Dina will usually get flustered when she does that.

Zero surprisingly knows a lot about Dina’s fashion style and what she likes to wear, so sometimes she’ll buy (or steal) cute dresses from stores for Dina to wear!

Zero is oddly calm around Dina.

How they met/starting Dating:

There was a party for an event at the Slendermansion one night, everyone was all dressed up, and talking. Judge Angels has had some feelings for her best friend, Bloody Painter for a while now. And she decided to go and ask him out. She had got a cup full of punch, and went over to Helen. However, One of Helen’s best friends, Puppeteer, beat Angels to him. Judge Angels silently watched as Bloody Painter and Puppeteer kissed, she was afraid this would happen. She didn’t even know why she was going to try to tell Helen her feelings about him, when she had already known that Puppeteer and Helen liked each other. Angels felt like she was going to cry, but she just couldn’t, at least not in front of the whole mansion…

Nurse Ann and Zero were talking to each other, as they usually did. They were best friends. It would be hella surprising if it turned out they weren’t lesbian for each other or some shit. Mid sentence, Zero stopped talking, as she looked over her shoulder to see Judge angels standing there alone, looking upset. Zero felt a bit bad for her, even though Nurse Ann and Judge angels were enemies, Zero had to do something. “Hold my drink, Ann.” Zero handed her cup to Nurse Ann, who looked a tad bit confused. But all of that faded away when she realized what in the world Zero was doing. Zero walked over to Judge angels

“Hey! Wanna dance?” Zero asked Judge Angels, putting her hand out. Angels face lit up when she heard those words “Oh, Uh- Sure!” Angels responded, smiling, as she took Zero’s hand. Meanwhile, Nurse Ann was angrily watching as the two danced with each other, She’s never felt so betrayed in her life! That little angelic shit just took her best fucking friend from her? Oh no no no, Ann’s not going to let that happen. She’s not letting anything be taken away from her again.

Anyway, that’s all! I hope you like this :3 I don’t have much headcanons about JudgeZero yet, but I’m sure I’ll make way more in the future, sooooooo!!! Feel free to ask about anything else, you can even ask Creepypastas themselves! ^^ Tysm for asking!!!!

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matchatransistor · 1 year ago

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Post-Exam Destress

I haven't officially posted my writing in while but uhhh...

Happy Valentine's Day!

I may post this on AO3 in my collection of short stories about these two :)

Boomer preemptively flinches as he clicks the submit and then subsequently exhales a relieved sigh. Holy shit he passed... Actually, he passed the homework. The rest of the class was still up in the air. He really shouldn’t have put off doing biology II. It was straight memorization. He hated it. At least physics and calculus were fun. Hell, even chemistry. And then then compared to his art specific courses? He could barely bring himself to open the biology pdf. Well, since his homework is done for now—he can relax a bit. His eyes flicker to the time on his computer. 5:40 pm. Buttercup’s class should be over by now.

*ding, ding*

He instinctively goes for his phone, and smiles. Right on time.

u still in the library?

Yup!

cool. almost there

Sure enough, the brunette soon walks through the automatic double doors of the library. A scowl, he notes, firm on her face. She drops her backpack on the floor and plops next him in the booth. “Hey, Booms.”

“Uh, hey, Butters! How was the exam?”

She narrows her emerald orbs and rests her forehead on the table. “I failed. I already know it.”

“No, you didn’t! I’m sure you did fine,” he encourages.

“Dude, there was almost no statistics, and he spent most of the time on that!” She briskly faces him, her cheek on the wooden surface. “Do you know what acroposthitis is? Because I sure as hell don’t.”

“Acro-what?”

“That’s what I said.”

The blond gives her a sympathetic smile and rubs her back. “Okay, but I know you, I’m sure you figured out enough for you to pass.”

Her mouth opens to say more, but instead, her gaze falls to the floor. “... Thanks. How about you? Bio going any better?”

He screws his face in contemplation. He’s managed to pull himself out of the danger zone. “I think so, but it’s still hella boring.”

“It’s biology,” she replies matter-of-factly and pats his knee. “Glad one of us is doing okay at least.”

Boomer continues to rub her back. “Hey, it’ll be okay! We got this, and if we fail, we fail together.”

“... That doesn’t sound as sweet as you think,” Buttercup remarks, forehead now resting on her forearm.

The blond thinks over what he just said. She’s got a point. Either way, he knows her. She’s definitely not going to fail. From what she’s told him, this is the only class she’s been frustrated with this semester. Per her grumblings, it seems the issue is more her professor and not the actual subject matter. The art major is sure she gets the material fine. He peers down at her. He just wishes she would know that; she doesn’t work best when she’s stressed. Maybe he can take her mind off this crisis for a little while.

“What are we gonna do for our next date?”

She lifts her head up to look at him. “Huh?”

“Our date,” he repeats with a light chuckle. “What do you wanna do?”

“Hmm,” her onyx brows furrow as she ponders. He smiles. He always found that cute. “How about we hit up the arcade?”

“Again? That’d be three times in a row.”

“Please,” she scoffs. “Like you didn’t have fun?”

“I definitely didn’t say that...” He smirks at her with half-lidded eyes, remembering them sneaking off during their last game of laser tag.

Catching his insinuation, her cheeks flush and her gaze flits away. “Uh, well... you have any better ideas?”

The art major folds his arms and leans back against the booth. For some reason, he wants to go out-out. They’ve been dating for a little over a year and usually default to home visits—they love to relax and chill, but he wants to shake things up a little. With something other than the arcade, but something they could do—just the two of them. A catharsis to get rid of her post-exam worries. ‘Hm...’ No rock or metal bands are performing this upcoming weekend. Nothing of note going on downtown... He beams. He’s got it.

“Let’s do karaoke!”

She snaps up from her reclining position. “What?! I don’t sing.”

“Liar! I bet you’re an amazing singer.”

The dark-clad woman rolls her eyes. “And you know because...?” She trails off, with a sarcastic wave of her hand.

“Because you have a great voice. I love hearing you talk,” he sincerely explains.

Her eyes dart away, and she brushes her hair behind her ear. “That’s... u-um... Well, people can sound totally different when they sing! I could be totally tone-deaf.”

He laughs. “But you’re not.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Well, I guess we’ll see on Friday.”

Chartreuse eyes flash back to him. “I never agreed to go.”

“Aw, c’mon! It’ll be fun!”

“Booms-”

“Please~,” he drags out and utilizes his notorious puppy dog eyes. He knows she’ll have a great time. “I’ll pick out the perfect playlist and everything.”

The criminal science major groans. “Shit, okay.”

“Yes,” he cheers and raptures her in a hug. “You’re gonna love it. Trust me.”

She side-eyes him, but then sighs with a soft smile. “I better or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“Oh, my-! Shut up!” she laughs, pushing him away.

#ppg #boomercup #boomer #buttercup #date plans #karaoke #exams #college au #warm and comfy #library vibes #boomer x buttercup

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