#does not help that she doesn’t stick around for the whole show

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I’m begging everyone in the TADC fandom to not give Ragatha the Mabel/Leafy/Rose Quartz treatment. I’m already seeing people demonize the hell out of her for her moments of insincerity, her complex relationship with Jax, and her repressed negative emotions when that’s what the 👏 WHOLE 👏 EPISODE 👏 WAS 👏 ABOUT 👏 .

Jax expresses his belief of not pretending everything is okay when it’s not, and he’d be correct. No one should be expected to be happy all the time, let alone undermine situations when they’re severe. However, the episode also makes it clear that there’s a balance between being mean and standing your ground, exemplified with Pomni.

While Pomni and Jax tell Ragatha that it’s okay to be mean and express negative emotions at times, this is never suggested as a “be mean and push people away” mentality like Jax has been doing for a long time. Simply put, they’re just encouraging Ragatha to be more honest with how she feels, much to her dismay with her mother and people-pleasing attitude.

In fact, Zooble also makes a valid point. In the same way that Ragatha brushing off conflict is unhealthy, Jax bullying and hurting people (such as Gangle) isn’t the way to go either and I feel like a lot of people overlook this moment. Yeah, it’s good to be assertive and feel angry, sad, or disappointed. But it’s another thing to hurt others to feel better about your situation. Both Ragatha and Jax’s approaches to life are unhealthy and dangerous to themselves and the others around them, intentional or not. Most importantly, Jax’s behavior of bullying and emotional hurt is still way worse than Ragatha lying to make others feel good.

Pomni even clears things up by suggesting she’s her own person, cementing her place as someone who allows themselves to not be mean while also being honest with how she’s feeling. Episode 3’s main moral was even about caring about the ones around you, so people claiming that Ragatha doesn’t actually care for the others really hurts.

If Jax expresses concern for the gang as the person he is, why wouldn’t Ragatha? Yes, she isn’t the most honest person in the room, but that doesn’t mean she’s fake and an actual mean-spirited person either. She genuinely does want to help people, but it comes at the expense of her own personal health and well-being. Everyone in this series comes with their own mental and emotional baggage, so putting certain characters in a “good” and “evil” section takes away the entire purpose of the show.

I’m just sick and tired of seeing female characters get the short end of the stick merely because of their negative experiences or moments of vulnerability. If we view Ragatha as some supervillain like her evil counterpart, who are we really fooling?

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꩜summary: after a very public break up, you decide getting under someone is the best way to get over someone else... cue chloe albon trying to get her single brother a date

꩜pairing: alex albon x fem! reader

You had a history of tumultuous relationships with some of the world’s most elite assholes. But, it was your two year long situationship with Callum Turner that turned you off men, specifically the moment you found out he was engaged to Dua Lipa. It crushed you, because you thought he’d be the man you’d marry. Yeah, maybe it was toxic, but it was all you knew. When it was good, it was so good, and maybe that was enough to keep you, because the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t. But that was months ago, and you were healed, right? 

“Y/n, again!” Sean called as you ran over the choreo in your head, correcting where you went wrong. This whole year had been too much, too much heartbreak, too much bullshit, too much success. That was the kicker. You’d skyrocketed into fame just before it came out that you were the other woman in your own relationship. Maybe you would’ve handled everything better if the entire internet didn’t have all eyes on you, and maybe you wouldn’t have sobbed on stage and made a huge fool of yourself, considering you acted like you were over it in public, but in private anyone could see the way it held you back, and that soon bled into your professional life too, and everyone saw it. It was so embarrassing, but the breakup made you evaluate everything. Were you pretty enough? Smart enough? Talented enough? Successful enough? Even after moulding yourself into everything you knew he wanted, he still wouldn’t stick around. Was it just… you? You tried to shake it off, doing everything every self-help book recommended, spending all your time on you. Still, you felt like you were stuck at a greenlight, still not moving. Like something in your head just stopped you from moving and crossing. Sean stared at you from across the room, and you noticed how all eyes were on you. You sighed, trying desperately to keep the tears in. It was too much. He cleared his throat. “Actually, take 10 everyone, we’ll get it.” 

You practically collapsed into your chair. Holy shit, waking up at 3am was no joke. You looked like death had claimed you about 5 hours ago, but you were still up and walking. It was uncanny, and you felt just as shit as you looked. Nights in your apartment were usually spent raging over your relationship breakup, or crying about it. No in between. Just rage or sadness. 

Last night had been sadness, which sucked because it meant your eyes were puffy. Gracie, your makeup artist gave you a sympathetic look. “Still?” she questioned. You nodded, embarrassed.

You groaned. “It’s so fucking embarrassing,” you hid behind your hands, feeling every piece of the shame you honestly should feel. Why the fuck were you still crying about a man who never even wanted you in the first place? 

“It’s not,” she wrapped her arms around you. “It’s human. It’s emotion,” she assured you. “He’s a dick, and he played with your heart for months, that’s on him. You don’t need to move on super fast-”

“You need to get laid,” Chloe, her assistant, exclaimed, making you laugh as Gracie rolled her eyes. “I have a brother who’s single if you want him. He’s super regular.” 

“What does he do?” Were you seriously considering this? What the fuck was going on in your brain? 

“He races cars,” she explained as she started on your base, Gracie focusing on your eyes. “F1, but he’s in a shit team so it doesn’t even matter,” she chuckled. “I can give you his number if you want?”

Fuck it. Why not?

See you at 3! I'll be the one in blue :)

From his texts, Alex was sweet. He seemed kind of embarrassed that his sister had shot his shot for him, but accepted it gracefully. You two chatted about your lives, he explained F1, and you explained your upcoming tour/ album. He showed genuine interest. You googled him a lot, like a lot. 

As you finished getting ready to meet him at the track in Monaco, you felt butterflies in your stomach. That hadn’t happened for a long time, and it was… weirdly welcome. It meant you weren’t thinking about Callum. 

You’d never been to Monaco, apparently he lived there. It was pretty impressive, considering how gorgeous (and expensive) it was. You hadn’t gone anywhere publicly in a few months, just letting your focus fall to your music, to your videos, to your tour. It was nice, not thinking about how anyone thought of you or how they perceived you. You realised Alex probably got it, especially after the whole RedBull era of his life. But he seemed sweet. And worth it. 

So you stepped into the Williams garage before you gave yourself a second to think it through. 

Alex and George were extremely funny together. Alex had tried to blow George off for dinner, but after their issues on track, George wouldn’t let him. So your first date turned into a double date, with two people you didn’t even know. George was funny though, and Carmen was really lovely to talk to. You kept quiet for a lot of the date, just adding your small anecdotes in where they fit, and laughing when something funny was said. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off you. Sat there, glittering in the Monaco sunset, your quiet demeanor, your bright smile. You were beautiful, smart, and just… wonderful, in his eyes, and he’d barely known you for a week. You pretended you didn’t notice the way he was staring. 

Alex picked up the bill (obviously), and you parted ways with Carmen and George. You and Alex strolled alongside the harbour as he explained more F1 terms, and somewhere Portier and the Nouvelle Chicane his hand crept into yours, and you didn’t mind. 

“So, what did you think?” he asked as you collected yourself from laughing at one of his horrible jokes. 

“About what? F1?” you questioned. He nodded. “It was cool, very physics-y, if I was smarter I think I’d get it a bit more-”

“You’re plenty smart,” he smiled, warm and welcoming. “You’ll get it more with time.” 

“Time,” you nodded. “So there’s going to be a second date?”

He turned to you, stopping. The moonlight hit his eyes at the perfect angle, they looked like they were glittering. “There’s going to be a lot more than one more date, I hope,” he grinned. 

“Well, that’s if you want to be seen in public with me again,” you joked. He didn’t laugh. He sighed. 

“You’re too hard on yourself,” he shook his head, his hands finding your waist. “You’re a brilliant singer, you’re a wonderful person, you’re so smart, you’re so kind,” he listed and you felt yourself warm. “And you give yourself such a hard time, just because one dickhead didn’t see yourself the way everyone else sees you. Not saying I’ve been in your exact position, but I’ve been publicly humiliated and felt like I’ve lost everything. It feels shit,” he let out a deep breath as you held your own. No one else had been able to put it into words. No one else knew what it was like. “But beating yourself up about it isn’t going to make anything any better. It’ll just make you more miserable. So what, you cried at a concert? I cried when I saw One Direction-”

He stopped talking because you’d started kissing him. No one understood you like that, and he did. He saw it. Read between the lines before you even asked him to. Understood you like it was breathing. 

Greenlight. And you walked.

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pairing: huening kai x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.7k warnings: mention/description of reader's nudes, mention of reader in lingerie, brief mention of masturbation (m), implication of sexy time at the end, kai gets a hard-on, everybody’s horny synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

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huening kai likes to think of himself as something of a y/n connoisseur.

as your best friend, he knows all your likes, and all your dislikes; he knows what gets your jaw ticking, and what exactly makes you blush.

(he especially knows how to get you to do both.)

huening kai prides himself on knowing nearly all the ins and outs of you, but one thing that he doesn't know, that drives him straight up the wall and keeps him up late at night when he can't seem to sleep...

is whether you feel the same way about him.

to everyone else but you, apparently, it's no secret that kai has quite the crush. but what is he supposed to say? how is he supposed to tell you that he wishes it were you he could wrap his arms around instead of the mound of plushies scattered over his bed, or that every time he touches himself, it's only the thought of you that brings him over the edge?

how is he supposed to tell you that you're not just a friend to him? that he wants to be more?

this is what he finds himself pondering yet again as he sits at the drum set in his university band’s practice room, mindlessly tapping the stick in his left hand against the snare, his wandering thoughts leading to half-assed vigor as his bandmate eyes him in mild annoyance from where he sits across the room tuning his guitar.

kai glances at the clock.

she should’ve texted by now… she said 3, right?

his best friend taehyun always jokes that anyone would know huening kai is down bad when he actually checks his phone for someone, and kai has to admit that he’s right.

you’ve got him hooked; how else does he explain the fact that you actually get responses out of him — and much quicker than he’d rather acknowledge — while the guys only get to hear from him, if they’re lucky, about every 3-5 business years? (beomgyu’s exaggeration, not his.)

and yet the only one who doesn’t see it is you.

today he waits for you to show him your haul from the japan trip you just got back from with his sisters — “are you sure i can’t come with you?” “it’s a girl’s trip, kai, and i don’t know how good you’d look in a dress.” — and after how excited you’d sounded over the phone to show him the whole array of plushies and snacks and anime trinkets you’d bought, including some gifts for him, he can’t help but watch wistfully as the minute hand ticks onwards towards 3:27pm.

why is she late..? she didn’t forget, did she?

now, kai is a very patient person; he has no problem with giving people their space.

and with anyone else, he wouldn’t really mind too much if it’s been a while since he’s seen them.

but with you…

he sighs.

you... you’re different.

about 10 more minutes pass and he’s resorted to banging out his thoughts on the drums, almost finally focused on what he came here to be doing in the first place, until he feels his phone buzz in his pocket and he’s quick to halt his practice run and fish it out.

he smiles to himself at the sight of your name on his screen;

— y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : hyuka, i’m sorry i’m late!! i got caught up with something.. ㅠㅠ here are the main pics for now, and i can show you everything in full when you come over later hehe <3

god, how does she make everything sound so cute…

he clicks on the first picture, a small laugh immediately bubbling past his lips at the sight of your barely visible form squished behind the giant plushie you’d seemingly wrestled into the taxi coming back from the airport — he keeps scrolling, seeing some more pictures from the trip but mainly the ones he figures you’d just now taken: your little haul spread across your bed, displaying all the various items you’d bought and couldn’t wait to show him.

“man, how much did she buy?” he murmurs to himself as he glances at the picture count at the top of the screen and sees that there’s still 8 left.

22/30.

“i thought that was everythi—“

CRASH.

the drumsticks in his free hand slip to the ground with a loud clatter, meeting the hi-hat cymbals on the way down in a jarring cacophony akin to the way his brain feels right now as his thoughts stutter, nearly choking on his own spit, fumbling to maintain a steady grip on his phone and ignoring his bandmate’s question of “dude, are you good?” as he stares with comically wide eyes down at the sight on the screen in front of him.

y-you- s-she- what do i-

kai’s mouth runs dry.

so this is what you were “caught up with”.

the heat that travels down to his unsuspecting cock moves in record time as he takes in the 23rd photo: a selfie angled from slightly above, of you perched on the edge of your bed in a cute frilly set of LINGERIE that leaves hardly anything to the imagination, like something out of a playboy lolita magazine of his dreams — the circuits in his brain are working overtime to keep from shorting as his eyes rove intensely over your dizzying figure.

your accentuated cleavage, the plushness of your thighs, how soft the material looks against your skin…

fuck, his own skin is burning.

he can’t even believe that this is real life when he scrolls through a few more and lands on the image that will hereby without a single doubt be burned into his brain forever — you’d let the straps of the flimsy top slip down your shoulders, and now your boobs are out, a real life anime nosebleed moment about to happen for kai as he gapes and flushes at the visualization of his own wet dreams come to life.

zooming in on your thighs (for science), he then notices the tag still attached to your sheer little panties — so you got this lingerie in japan too, and oh my god —

wait, wait, wait—

he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, forcing himself to calm down a little as he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a breath.

did she actually mean to send these pictures? should i even be looking? did she really want to show me this too? did she... did she buy it for….

he can’t finish the thought.

kai’s rock-hard cock just somehow got harder.

he doesn’t have to battle through his moral musings for much longer, though, because suddenly his phone starts buzzing with a rapid slew of notifications; he nearly jumps as he sees that they’re all from you, and he swallows hard, feeling like he just got caught doing something bad as he hesitates before sliding back to the chat.

— y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : KAI WAIT DON’T OPEN THOSE STOP — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : WAIT WAIT WAIT PLEASE — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : KAI JUST DELETE THEM DON’T EVEN LOOK OKAY

he stares frozen at your messages. he knows that you can see he’s read them; he knows he needs to say something.

but now all kinds of new thoughts are circulating through his head.

so it was just an accident? should i try to lie for her sake? do i just say that i didn’t open them yet?

…and if they weren’t meant for me… then who were they meant for?

the irksome twist in his gut is foreign, and he doesn’t like it, not one bit.

but then you keep going... and quickly he realizes that the hole you’ve now begun digging yourself into is finally his ticket to heaven.

— y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : you’re not saying anything fuck fuck fuck okay — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : okay look — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : you probably think i’m a psycho pervert — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : i probably just fucked up our entire friendship and i’m so sorry — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : i just saw the set and thought it was cute and it made me think of you and i kinda just bought it spontaneously you know and i was just kinda in my feelings so i took the pictures with the rest of the haul but i didn’t mean to send those ones i swear so just pretend this whole thing never happened and we can just be normal okay pls — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : WAIT NO I DIDN’T MEAN IT MADE ME THINK OF YOU LIKE, YOU KNOW LIKE *THAT* THAT’S NOT WJAT I MEANT — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : FUCK I DON’T KNLW WHAT I MEANT

kai’s heartbeat roars in his ears (and his dick) as he processes your admission.

she bought it because of me.

he can’t help but grin.

she feels the same way.

huening kai has never been the best at expressing himself, but he knows this is an opportunity that he’d rather die than not take as he takes a deep breath, giddily lowers his thumbs to the screen, and begins to type.

you pace around your room with your lip caught nervously between your teeth and nothing but dread looming over you as the minutes tick by with no response —

fuck, i’ve ruined everything. i’ve ruined it all.

and when your phone finally buzzes with a text, you almost don’t even want to read it.

but steeling yourself, you take a peek —

a sharp inhale. tingles like fire across your skin.

his calm response:

— hyuka! <3 : can i still come over?

your fingers stall dumbly over the keyboard.

is he… going along with it? pretending nothing happened? or… or is he… does he mean….?!

you gulp.

— you : i mean.. of course, if you still want to.. — hyuka! <3 : okay! :)

o…’okay’..? what is he-

your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the next messages that come through, the flood of warmth that shoots immediately down between your thighs leaving you teetering as you stumble back down into a sitting position on the edge of your bed.

— hyuka! <3 : oh, and you should keep the set on — hyuka! <3 : you said you’d show me everything in full, after all.

huening kai has never moved with such determination than the way he does right now as he rises from the drum set and grabs his things, beelining for the door with his jacket held in front of him to hide the raging hard-on in his pants as he calls to his bewildered bandmate, “sorry, gotta head out!” and leaves the practice room in a heady rush.

he knows how you feel now — and he can’t wait to show you face-to-face exactly how much he returns the sentiment.

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ꕮ ˚₊ ꒰ EVAN BUCKLEY ⁾⁾ CATS OUT OF THE BAG

﹙ SHOW/FANDOM ⠆911﹚

PAIRING ⠆evan 'buck' buckley x femreader.

CATEGORIES ⠆fluff, secret-family!au, i have a butt load of fics like this in my drafts (if you can’t tell already i love dad!buck and eddie)

buck is usually an open book, he talked about everything and anything- the 118 practically knew his whole life story but then you came along. when things got serious with you he didn’t want to jinx it. being a man of superstition, he just didn’t want to ruin something good. so he never really told anyone. then a year of dating became two, you got engaged and not soon after had maisie. he didn’t mean to keep you away from his family (except maddie, he cannot keep anything from her) it just never came up. they just knew about the vague ‘im seeing someone’ stick that never was pushed because, knowing bucks past dating history, they thought the relationship wouldn’t last long especially when he stopped mentioning anything about it.

you hadn’t planned on coming by, buck had been texting you all day– it’d been a slow morning for them. maisie had just woken up from her nap with the sleepiest gummy smile and an arm stretched toward the door, babbling for him and you couldn’t resist, a surprise visit wouldn’t hurt, right? plus you missed him and you knew maisie did too.

it’s around 3PM, the team was getting ready for family dinner at the 118 when chim catches someone walking into the station. stood at the loft he sees a women with a child on her hip, tucked into her shoulder. the women looks around like she’s searching for something.

“can we help you?” chim asks from above, leaning against the railing of the loft, brows raised in curiosity.

you look up, spotting him. nerves growing in your stomach, one of many colleagues buck has told you about. you clear your throat, nerves betraying you as your voice comes out small and meek. “uh hi… i’m looking for evan.”

evan? no one ever calls him evan.

chims head tilts, turning back to buck who’s lathering on way to much butter on his biscuit. he calls out to buck, mid bite giving chim an unsatisfied look for stealing his attention from the delicious food.

“evan buckley?” hen asks from besides chim, gathered in curiosity looking down at you with a daughter suspiciously looking a lot like buck. eddie coming out from the locker room nearly does a double take, his eyes falling to maisie. “and… who’s this little one?”

buck, who’s now abandoned lunch, joins chim and hen ever the noisiest. comes to see you and your daughter with eddie, behind your shoulder softly speaking to maisie. his heart nearly stops and grows at the same time. his expression went from furrowed brows to a wide gleaming smile, excited to see you both. he practically bolts down the stairs, hen and chim watching him “sweetheart?” his familiar voice calls out, taking long, fluid steps to you. you watch the way the room freezes. hen’s eyes widen. chims jaw already dropped, bobby who’s joined at the railing as well at the sudden commotion. eddie blinks like he’s not sure he heard right.

“what are you two doing here?” a soft grin already forming—one that stretches into a full-blown smile the moment he sees you.

maisie squeals and kicks her feet in your arms, reaching out for him. buck doesn’t hesitate—he scoops her up with practiced ease, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “she missed you,” you say softly, watching the way she burrows into his neck.

“i missed you too, sweet pea,” buck murmurs into her hair, before bending down a bit of give you a chaste kiss on your lips, everyone else in the station forgotten in the moment. the team looks at each other bewildered, what is going on? hen clears her throat, hands on her hips like a mother catching her child doing something bad. buck turns, maisie babbling, pointing at hens glasses. “oh! uhm guys, this is my fiancée.” wrapping his arm around you pulling you close. “and our daughter, maisie.”

you wave albeit a bit awkwardly, telling them your name. you’ve heard about them so much and seen pictures but they all look different in person– more welcoming, like home.

“wait, wait,” chim gasps, holding his hands in front of you “you’re his wife.” he points to you, then maisie “and that’s your daughter who looks basically like a mini version of you!” grasping the concept that buck has his own little family without anyone knowing. then a look of realization hits his face. “does maddie know? you’ve been withholding a little niece and best friend from jee-yun!”

you and buck exchange a look, eyes narrowing– his mouth faltering to a nervous grin “yeah about that… maddie knows”

chimney practically freezes “she’s met jee-yun?” you nod, biting your lip anxiously, buck looks at you the same. you were surprised chim hasn’t caught on, they’ve meet quite a lot since maisie was six months old. maddie even telling you once jee-yun wouldn’t stop saying ‘mai-mai’ the day after they went to your house and chim chalked it up to jee-yun being in her ‘imaginary friends’ phase. the rest of the 118 look at him– unsure how’d he react, then wordlessly he pulls his phone out of his pocket before heading to the locker room, probably calling maddie.

“guess the cats out of the bag.” hen remarks, the rest of the group nodding along. the moment is quick to pass as they turn their attention to your and your daughter, their newest revelation.

“how old is she?” eddie asks, already drifting closer brushing a finger over her small, chubby knuckles. her hand soon enveloping his finger in a tiny fist, he gives the group ‘are you seeing this? someone take a picture!’ look

“just turned one,” you say, shifting into buck’s side. “she’s been crawling but has yet to take her first steps.”

“i—wow,” bobby says with a slow shake of his head. “buck, you’ve been holding out on us.” looking to wear hen and eddie are now clamoring around her trying to make her laugh, making silly faces and playing peek-a-boo.

“i wasn’t trying to hide them,” buck says quickly, eyes flicking to you. “i just… it felt nice, keeping something just for me for a little while, you know?”

you squeeze gently his bicep. you understood. he’d lived so much of his life in the open, under watchful eyes and immense expectations put on himself and his job. but this your little family was something he got to build quietly.

“so this is why you started turning down overtime,” hen says with a knowing smile.

“and showing up to shift early with coffee, black and this aura… should’ve known as a father myself, how did i not notice earlier?” eddie says with a smirk.

buck laughs, bouncing maisie gently as she clutches at his shirt. “yeah. turns out being a dad makes you… grow up a little.”

“a lot,” you tease under your breath.

the 118 gather around slowly, the initial shock fading into curiosity and warmth. chim back after giving maddie a earful and promising a play date with maisie soon. maisie charms them all within five minutes, everyone having a turn carrying her and taking quite a liking to bobby, which who wouldn’t? even sharing her star shaped puffs with the team after they invited you to stay for lunch

you lean into buck’s side as he watches his team interact with your daughter, around the table. maisie in eddies lap as they coo and giggle at her, gnawing on a piece of bread. this was it, this is what he’s wished for all his life, his daughter and you with the people he loves the most. you catch the way his eyes shine a little.

“you okay?” you ask quietly.

he nods, his arm tightening around your waist.

“yeah,” he murmurs. “i think… i think i finally get what home feels like.”

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[mirrored-muse]

shauna request!! maybe taivan teasing shauna about crush on main and shauna tries to act tough and deny but then main comes and asks shauna for help with chores and breaks out the puppy eyes and shauna can’t say no? :)

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ’ꜱ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ɢᴜʏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ꜱʜɪᴘᴍᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ. ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ.

It starts with Van’s voice, always a little too loud, too amused.

“Oh my God, you’re staring again.”

Shauna doesn’t look up from where she’s sharpening a knife, slow and methodical. “You want to lose a hand?”

Van only snorts. “Seriously, Tai- am I crazy or is this, like, day five of ‘Shauna glares at everyone but her’?”

Tai leans against the log beside Van, a twig between her fingers, watching Shauna with narrowed eyes and an annoying little smirk. “Nah. You’re right. I’ve seen more affection from a feral dog, but somehow Shauna always goes soft whenever she walks by.”

Shauna scoffs. “You both need hobbies.”

Van grins. “Maybe. Or maybe we just think it’s hilarious that Shauna ‘I-don’t-care-if-you-die’ Shipman turns into a whole different person when a certain girl shows up.”

“I don’t turn into anything.”

Tai raises a brow. “So if she came over here right now, asked you to help her haul firewood or something—”

“I’d tell her to go to hell,” Shauna snaps.

“Sure.” Van’s still smiling, like she knows something Shauna doesn’t. “Just like you did yesterday when she asked for help and you dropped everything and followed her into the woods like a sad little murder puppy.”

Shauna slams the blade down into the log with a dull thunk. “Keep talking.”

Van and Tai both laugh, and Shauna mutters something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like ‘fucking idiots’.

She doesn’t have a crush. She doesn’t do crushes. Not out here, not now. She doesn’t have time for that shit. There’s survival, there’s the group, and then, maybe, there’s you. The only one who doesn’t treat her like she’s one wrong look away from stabbing someone. The only one who talks to her like she’s still a person.

Which is probably why you get away with things no one else does.

Like now.

You appear at the edge of camp, holding a broken basket in your arms, cheeks flushed from whatever work you’ve been doing. You glance around, scanning faces, then lock onto hers.

She stiffens.

“Shauna,” you call softly, walking over.

Tai and Van immediately hush like predators sensing prey.

Shauna straightens but doesn’t move. “What?”

You stop in front of her, holding up the basket. “It snapped. I think I was trying to carry too much. I was gonna fix it, but I can’t find the twine anywhere.”

Shauna stares at you. “Okay?”

“I thought maybe you’d help me look?”

“I’m busy.”

You blink at her, then tilt your head, your bottom lip sticking out just a little. Puppy eyes. That soft, wide-eyed thing you do that makes her chest ache and her hands curl into fists.

“please?”

She glares at you.

Tai snorts.

Shauna doesn’t break eye contact with you, but her next words are aimed behind her. “Shut the fuck up, Tai.”

You blink again, waiting for an answer.

She sighs like the weight of the world is on her shoulders. “Fine. I’ll help.”

You smile, bright and warm, and for a second she forgets how pissed she was two minutes ago.

Van leans over, whispering to Tai, but still loud enough for Shauna to hear. “Aww, look she’s blushing!”

“One more word and I will stab you.”

But then you’re walking ahead of her toward the storage tent, basket still in your arms, and Shauna follows. Begrudgingly. Muttering under her breath.

—

Inside the tent, you crouch to dig through a crate, tossing aside old fabric and half-snapped sticks. Shauna watches you, arms crossed, pretending like she’s only there because she has to be.

You glance up. “You’re staring.”

“I’m making sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

You raise a brow. “Since when do you care?”

Her jaw clenches. “I don’t.”

You smirk, and Shauna wants to punch something.

You turn back to the crate. “Well, thanks for helping anyway.”

She doesn’t respond. Just steps forward and crouches beside you, grabbing another bin and rummaging through it with quick, sharp movements.

Your hand brushes hers once, and she freezes.

So do you.

She doesn’t move away and neither do you.

“Shauna?” you say, soft.

“What?”

You look at her again, eyes gentle. “I don’t think you’re as mean as you want people to think you are.”

That’s when she looks at you—really looks at you.

And fuck, she wishes you’d stop doing that. Talking to her like you see something in her that no one else does. It’s dangerous.

But it also makes her feel like there’s a part of her that’s still human.

And she can’t walk away from that.

“You don’t know anything about me,” she says, quiet but rough.

You reach out and nudge your pinkie against hers again. “I know enough.”

The space between you tightens. She doesn’t move. Neither do you.

Finally, she clears her throat, snatches a roll of twine, and thrusts it into your chest like it might burn her. “Here. Go fix your basket.”

You take it with a soft smile. “Thanks, Shauna.”

[elliespassagerprincess]

hi darling <3 i saw that requests were open and wanted to share my basketballcaptain!ellie x cheercaptain!reader enemies to lovers brainrot bc ughhh enemies to lovers >>>>

Headcannons: basketballcaptain!ellie williams x cheercaptain!reader

masterlist

☆ Ellie can’t stand how you walk around like you own the school — head high, lips glossed, pom-poms always at your hip. She’ll roll her eyes when you pass by in the hallway but somehow always notices when you’re near.

☆ You think she’s stuck-up and full of herself. Always brooding in that stupid grey hoodie with her earbuds in and a bandage on her knuckle from who-knows-what. But you notice how her gaze lingers when you laugh too loud near the lockers.

☆ You both pretend not to see each other at school events, but everyone knows there’s something there. The way Ellie watches you during halftime shows isn’t exactly subtle.

☆ At pep rallies, when your teams are supposed to hype each other up, Ellie’s standoffish. You tease her on the mic—“Someone tell Captain Broody to smile for once”—and the crowd loves it. Ellie clenches her jaw so hard it aches for hours.

☆ Your friends swear she’s into you. “She literally only talks shit about you,” they giggle. “No one else. That’s classic ‘I’m in denial’ behavior.” You brush it off, but part of you wonders.

☆ Ellie has a hard time focusing during games when you're cheering on the sidelines. She tries to pretend she doesn’t hear your voice calling her name—“Go, Williams!”—but her heartbeat stutters every damn time.

☆ She tells herself she’s annoyed when you strut past after practice in those tight shorts and oversized hoodie. But then why does she stare? Why does she remember what color your lip gloss was that day?

☆ During a shared school fundraiser, you’re both forced to cooperate. You wear a fake smile, she wears a scowl. You call her “Captain Attitude” under your breath, and she fires back with “Pom-pom Princess.” It’s childish. It’s electric.

☆ Your fingers accidentally brush while setting up flyers. You both freeze. Ellie mutters, “Watch it.” You grin and say, “Aw, didn’t know you were so touchy.” Her ears burn for the rest of the day.

☆ One day in the gym, you’re stretching before practice, and Ellie walks in sweaty from a workout. Her hair’s tied back, tank top sticking to her skin, and she’s very aware you’re watching. She drops her towel and says, “Like what you see?” You scoff—but can’t stop staring.

☆ Ellie starts showing up to practices earlier, claiming she’s “just getting in extra drills.” But she always ends up staying just long enough to hear your cheer routines.

☆ There’s a school rumor that you two got into a screaming match behind the gym. Not true. You were arguing—yes—but it was way too close, way too breathless. Ellie said, “You drive me insane.” You shot back, “You wish you could handle me.” Neither of you could forget it.

☆ She has a whole section of her sketchbook filled with angry scribbles… and your initials. She calls it “vent art.” You’d call it a crush.

☆ After a late-night away game, you end up sitting near her on the bus. Your thighs are touching. You don’t move. She doesn’t either.

☆ Your friends dare you to compliment her. Just once. You walk up after practice and say, “You played well today.” She blinks, stunned, then mutters, “Thanks, I guess.” She grins about it for the next three hours.

☆ One time, you sprain your ankle during cheer practice. Ellie sees you struggling and wordlessly helps you up. Her touch is gentle, but her words are gruff—“Don’t make a big deal out of it.” You don’t. But you remember the way her hands lingered.

☆ The sexual tension becomes palpable. You both know it. You both deny it. Ellie avoids eye contact when you’re too close, but her eyes always find you across a crowded room.

☆ You get into a fight about something dumb during a student council meeting. Voices raised. Ellie slams a chair. You walk out flushed and flustered. That night, she texts you: “You’re insufferable.” You reply: “Right back at you.” You don’t block her number.

☆ Ellie finds herself dreaming about you. It pisses her off. She can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you mid-argument. To grab you by the waist and finally, finally shut you up.

☆ You start wondering what her mouth tastes like when she’s not biting back insults. When she’s kissing like she means it.

☆ It happens at a post-game party. Ellie shows up in a backwards cap, hoodie off, curls slightly damp from a shower. You didn’t expect her to look that good. You take one glance, then pretend not to care. She notices.

☆ You’re mid-laugh with someone else when Ellie walks over. “Didn’t know princesses drank beer,” she smirks. “Didn’t know brooding loners went to parties,” you shoot back. But neither of you walks away.

☆ She offers you a sip of her drink. Just to mess with you. You take it, lock eyes, and hand it back with your gloss smudged on the rim. Ellie stares at it like she’s been shot.

☆ After a tense game, you find her sitting alone in the gym. She’s furious, muttering about her performance. You sit beside her, say nothing, and just breathe. For once, neither of you feels the need to be loud.

☆ During a cheer performance, Ellie’s eyes never leave you. When the crowd goes wild, she claps with just a little more force. When you glance her way, she looks away like she wasn’t watching at all.

☆ One afternoon, you're caught in a thunderstorm. She sees you struggling with your bag and tosses you her jacket. “Don’t read into it,” she mutters. You do. And you wear that jacket to sleep that night.

☆ She starts walking you to your car after late practices. Says it’s “just in case.” But you both know it’s not about safety. It’s about standing there, under the lamplight, not wanting to say goodbye.

☆ She stops calling you annoying. Starts calling you “cheer girl” in this low, teasing voice. You hate how your stomach flips every time.

☆ You catch her drawing you in her sketchbook—head turned over your shoulder, mid-laugh. She snaps it shut too late. You don’t tease her. You just smile and say, “I didn’t know you saw me like that.”

☆ One day, during a pep rally, she’s cornered by a random girl from another team. Flirting. Touching her arm. You step in without thinking—“Ellie, coach was looking for you.” You glare daggers the whole way out. Ellie doesn’t say a word. But she notices.

☆ The next week, she corners you in the hallway. “You jealous?” she asks. “Of what?” you say, heart racing. She leans in and says, “You tell me.” Your brain short circuits. You shove her playfully and walk off. She watches you with a smile.

☆ Ellie starts sitting closer during class. Like, too close. Your knees touch under the desk. Her hand brushes yours. Neither of you moves.

☆ One night, you text her just: “You up?” She replies instantly: “Yeah.” You don’t say anything else. You don’t have to.

☆ At a joint team celebration, you play spin the bottle. It lands on her. She doesn't hesitate to kiss you. It’s soft. Tense. A second too long. Everyone cheers. You can’t look her in the eye afterward.

☆ She walks you home that night. Neither of you says a word. At your door, she pauses and whispers, “Goodnight, cheer girl.” You whisper, “Goodnight, Captain.”

☆ The next week, you avoid her. You don’t know why. Maybe you’re scared. But Ellie corners you after school and asks, “Did I do something wrong?” You shake your head. “That’s the problem,” you whisper. “You did everything right.”

☆ She brings you water during your practice. You take it, your fingers brush, and this time, you don’t pull away. She smiles. Just a little. Like the sun coming out.

☆ There’s a moment backstage before a pep assembly. You’re fixing your bow. She walks in and says, “You nervous?” You nod. She steps closer, brushes your hair off your shoulder, and says, “You’ve got this.” You’ve never felt more sure—or more nervous.

☆ You start seeking her out. You meet under bleachers, sit shoulder to shoulder, and talk about everything but feelings. But the silence between you? It’s practically screaming.

☆ One evening, after she wins a game, you run up and hug her without thinking. She stumbles back, stunned—then hugs you back tighter than she should. You both hold on a little too long.

☆ There’s a night when she grabs your wrist mid-argument. You stare at each other, panting, fire in your eyes. She says, “I can’t keep pretending I hate you.” And before you can answer, she kisses you. Hard.

☆ It’s messy. It’s hot. It’s desperate. You melt into her, and when you pull away, your lipstick is smeared, her hands still gripping your waist.

☆ She breathes, “I’ve wanted to do that since you made fun of my shoes sophomore year.” You laugh. “I knew it.”

☆ After that first kiss under the bleachers, Ellie disappears for a full day. No texts. No showing up to practice. You worry. But it’s not regret — she’s freaking out about how much she felt it.

☆ When she finally shows up, she doesn’t say a word. Just walks up, grabs your face gently, and kisses you like she’s trying to make up for every day she pretended to hate you.

☆ You start sneaking into her practices. She plays better when you’re there. Even Coach starts noticing the way Ellie’s eyes track you across the gym.

☆ You both keep it a secret at first. It’s not about shame — it’s about keeping it yours. Something intimate. Something sacred.

☆ Ellie starts bringing you little gifts: your favorite energy drink, a cute scrunchie in her team colors, a sketch of you mid-cheer. She acts like it’s no big deal. But it always is.

☆ She watches your routines like she’s studying art. You once caught her whispering your counts under her breath. She’d memorized them.

☆ You lend her one of your cheer hoodies. She wears it constantly, sleeves too short on her. When someone jokes about it, she shrugs. “It smells like her.”

☆ When you’re alone, she softens so much it’s disarming. Fingers brushing your face, eyes searching yours like she’s memorizing every emotion.

☆ You teach her a cheer routine just for fun. She’s horrible at it. But she does it anyway — arms flailing, tongue poked out in concentration — just to make you laugh.

☆ Ellie always acts so chill in public… until someone flirts with you. Then she gets weirdly protective. Arm around your waist. Death glare. You pretend not to notice, but you love it.

☆ She starts calling you “mine” in casual conversation. Like: “Have you seen mine?” or “Where’s mine at?” and it never fails to make you blush.

☆ Jesse eventually figures it out. He walks in on you two holding hands in the locker room. He doesn’t even blink. “Finally,” he says.

☆ Dina pretends to be shocked, then immediately starts teasing Ellie to hell and back. “So that’s why you couldn’t stop talking shit about cheer squad.”

☆ Ellie starts showing up to your competitions with posters. She’s shy about it — hides behind them. But your whole team swoons when they realize who made them.

☆ You start coming to her games with signs too. One says “#9 has my heart” in glitter letters. Ellie nearly trips when she sees it mid-game.

☆ After her games, she comes to find you first — sweaty, breathless, heart pounding — and wraps you in her arms like the world just makes sense when you’re in it.

☆ She starts sketching you constantly. Mid-laugh. Mid-pout. In your cheer uniform. In her hoodie. She never lets anyone else see them.

☆ Your team begins whispering about how "weirdly soft" Ellie is around you. You tell them it’s just an act. They laugh because they know it’s not.

☆ There’s a night you two sneak off to the roof of the school. Stars overhead, the city distant. You lay side by side, pinkies brushing, and she whispers, “I hated you because I didn’t know how to love you.”

☆ You press your forehead to hers and say, “Good thing I figured it out first.”

☆ She starts picking you up for school. Always has a snack waiting. Always plays your favorite music. And always kisses you before you get out of the car.

☆ Your fights are fiery but brief. Passion flares, then fizzles into whispered apologies and soft touches. You never let each other go to sleep angry.

☆ Ellie always sits at the edge of the court or field during cheer competitions, fists clenched, so invested it’s like she’s the one performing.

☆ You once got hurt during a routine — a sprained ankle. Ellie carried you off the field and refused to leave your side. “You’re my person,” she said. “I don’t do this without you.”

☆ You begin planning college applications together — trying to pick schools that have both good sports and cheer programs. She’s terrified of leaving you behind.

☆ You start sleeping over more. Not even to hook up — just to be close. Tangled legs, whispered jokes, her sketchbook open between you.

☆ The first time she says “I love you,” it’s quiet. Scared. Almost accidental. “I just… I love you, okay?” You whisper, “I know. I love you too.”

☆ After that, she says it all the time. Between classes. On the court. In her sleep. Like she’s been holding it in for years.

☆ She keeps one of your old cheer bows tied around her wrist under her wristbands. Says it brings her luck. Won’t admit it’s also a comfort thing.

☆ You start wearing her basketball jacket everywhere. Even when it’s hot. Even when it doesn’t match. Everyone knows. And they love it.

☆ The hallway stares don’t bother you anymore. You kiss her in public now. She kisses you back like she means it.

☆ Graduation comes fast. Ellie holds your hand the whole time. When your name is called, she stands and cheers louder than anyone else.

☆ Afterward, behind the bleachers, she pulls you in and whispers, “Told you we’d make it.”

☆ And then she kisses you — slow, deep, full of every moment of tension that brought you here. You melt into her. And when you break apart, you smile.

☆ “I hated you,” you say, still breathless. “I know,” she grins. “That’s how I knew it was real.”

[hargreeves-duncan]

⎯⎯ JAKE “HANGMAN” SERESIN HEADCANONS

visual is for vibes only, reader’s appearance is nondescript!

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x fem!reader

warnings: brief mention of ptsd

word count: 0.6k

a/n: some jake headcanons because top gun summer will never be over for me

- 33 (during the events of Top Gun: Maverick)

- Born and raised in Texas

- Has three older sisters (35, 36, 38)

- The youngest of which he’s been trying to set Phoenix up with for years

- “I’m telling you, Phoenix, she’s into the whole younger woman thing…”

- His middle sister stayed behind to work as a ranch hand on the family estate

- She’s quieter than the rest of her siblings but she’s the town’s golden girl - everyone loves her

- His eldest sister has a set of twins who he absolutely adores

- Always makes sure to bring them back souvenirs from wherever he’s deployed to

- All three of his sisters have called him “Jakey” since he was a kid and they still love to torment him with the name now

- When they do it with you around, he complains to his mother but she thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever and only encourages the girls more

- Was close to his father, George Seresin, when he was really young, who was also in the Navy

- His dad was the one who put him onto the greats, like Billy Joel and Bruce Springsteen

- After an overseas deployment, when Jake was eight, his father came home practically mute and didn’t engage with the family as much

- Thankfully, his mother, Carol Ann Seresin, remained as warm and cheerful as ever in caring for Jake and his sisters back then

- After he graduated the Naval Academy, he was gifted his grandfather’s watch by his father

- You’ve not seen him wear it out on more than ten occasions since you’ve been together because of how precious it is to him

- He grew out of his Texan accent a long time ago but it comes out when he’s angry, tired or horny

- Sometimes, he’ll exaggerate it just because he knows how much you love to hear it

- Jake is very particular about how coffee is made under his roof

- His mom always made it strong, black, with no “added nonsense” and, now, so does he

- One of the biggest things he missed when he first moved out was helping his mom brew coffee every morning, but he’s happy to have found that routine again with you

- He refuses to take more than one trip carrying in the groceries

- He’ll have his keys in his teeth, a dozen bags on his arms and have to kick the front door open before he’ll take a second trip

- He’s incredibly competitive with everyone, even you

- In true youngest child fashion, he trash-talks mercilessly and still ends up winning 90% of the time

- He’s more vain than he’d care to admit

- He doesn’t mind having dirt on his boots but god forbid he leaves the house without ironing his shirt

- Wolfs down every meal like he’s been starved, especially the ones made by you

- Insists on teaching you to drive stick, no matter how much you protest

- He calls it a “lost art”

- You think he’s just making an excuse to hold your hand over the gearshift

- He will call you every pet name under the sun - Honey, Babydoll, Sweetheart, you name it

- Always one to impress, Jake’s the type of guy to buy you “just because” flowers every week or so

- He keeps a picture of you in his wallet that doubles as his travel buddy whenever he’s deployed

- Loves showing you off to the rest of the Dagger Squad

- He always likes to be close to you in some capacity

- When you’re out together, Jake’ll often find himself holding his hand out mid-sentence for you to take or slipping an arm around your waist

- If you’re a fast walker and you walk ahead of him, you can bet he’ll be chasing your heels

- “Are you tryin’ to lose me or something, babydoll? What’s the rush?”

[rafeslvbug]

introducing…gumdrop!reader

gumdrop!reader…who has a consistent diet of coca cola and candy. she lives off of constant sugar rushes, and eats no proper meals because she’s lazy.

gumdrop!reader…who could be smart if she applied herself, but unfortunately does not. she hates studying more than she hates the kids at her school. so instead she settles for B’s and C+’s.

gumdrop!reader…who hates men so much, everyone assumes she’s some overly passionate feminist. but she’s not, because she hates the girls in her school as much as she hates men. she especially hates the one’s who pretend to be a girl’s girl, but are really fake. she prefers to just be outright in her hatred of others.

gumdrop!reader…who looks like a loner to everyone else, but is quite content with how she is. soda cans tossed around her dorm room, blankets all over the place and candy bar wrappers everywhere but the bin. no one shares a room with her, so who is she bothering?

gumdrop!reader…who gets dress coded by all the teachers, but only because she dresses like a five year old. she wears tops too tight for her, plucked out of god knows what store because they’ve got strawberry shortcake plastered all over it. she wears colourful tights and mismatched shit for the fun of it. it’s not that she likes how she dresses, she just doesn’t give a damn.

gumdrop!reader…who everyone thinks is super weird, a little geek who probably sounds like a regressed child when she opens her mouth. and then are in for the shock of their life when a sarcastic, monotonous drawl answers their jokes.

gumdrop!reader…who some kid once spat a paper ball at the back of her head in science class. she spent the entirety of lunch chewing bubblegum to stick over his locker, she went through a whole ten tubs.

gumdrop!reader…who hates the boys in the dorm next door. they blast loud music at night when she’s just trying to blow bubbles with her gum while hanging upside down on her bed.

gumdrop!reader…who zips up a bright orange zipper when she leaves her room at midnight to knock on their door. red rimmed eyes from a lack of sleep, not that them turning off the music would help with her insomnia.

gumdrop!reader…who’s so unfazed when she’s greeted by a 6” something frat boy, shirtless with low hanging sweatpants. she just demands, albeit dryly that he “turns the music down.”

gumdrop!reader…who doesn’t hesitate to push past him when all he does is chuckle, looking over his shoulder to his equally idiotic friends. she disconnects the speakers, barging past him again with the cord in her hand.

best paired with…fratboy!rafe (tw: drug & alcohol addiction)

fratboy!rafe…who lived off coke too. just not the same type as gumdrop!reader. he’d always show up to class high, maybe he even had sunglasses over his eyes to hide the red.

fratboy!rafe…who sat at the back of the class, and would shoot paper balls at the teachers when their heads were turned. or maybe he’d even shoot it at some of the weird kids. only one day, he went to his locker after class to find large masses of gum stuck all over it.

fratboy!rafe…who dislikes feeling alone, because it’s when his thoughts get loudest. so he hosts parties at his dorms every night, getting high and not having to think about his father’s expectations when there are girls waiting on him.

fratboy!rafe…who walks around campus like he owns it, probably because his dad could afford this whole place. he’d be in a better school if he had the grades for it, but he’s not smart enough and sees no reason to become smarter either.

fratboy!rafe…who gets attention from all types of girls. girls who believe they can fix him, try to give him study sessions and are too pure of heart to shoot a line with him. or girls who get dress-coded for their clothes, or lack thereof. girls who’d love to party, love to get drunk and high with him, and also would love to kiss another guy.

fratboy!rafe…who’s getting quickly sick of his life. every party leaves him empty, his friends look more and more like dicks each and every time he looks at them, and all the shit he does is just temporarily filling his hole.

fratboy!rafe…who doesn’t know if he’s offended or grateful when his neighbour barges past him and stops his party. on one hand, it’s an excuse to kick everyone out, on the other, he feels empty again.

fratboy!rafe…who spends the next few days wondering about the brief interaction. how you didn’t even look at him when there were girls climbing over him. how weirdly you were dressed all the time, how you didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of you. who only hums when his friends make some joke about you because of what happened that night. who decides to host his parties again, just to see if you’ll show up again, because he needs to know how you do it. how do you act so uncaring?

[k0if1sh3ss]

#SOMETHING UNEXPECTED

pairing: Dina x Ellie x Reader

tags: smut, fingering, MY LOVES

Life seemed average, a repeated cycle you could never seem to get out of. Bland, overused and average.

“YN, you need to get out more! All you do is work and sleep!” Jesse complains. But how could you “get out more” if the whole world was under attack by human beings infected by fungus?

“Jesse, m’not going out tonight. I gotta patrol early tomorrow, I don’t have time f’drinking.” You scoff, closing the book you were reading and placing it in the nearby nightstand. “You’re so boring, you never do anything fun.” He rolls his eyes and exits the room.

You never enjoyed parties anyways. You always felt like an outcast to this whole group of people, you were surprised they even let you stay this damn long. You had showed up out of no where and yet they let you in after a check for infection.

The day continued like usual. Eat, Work, Sleep, Repeat, and obviously the necessities. You groan as you awake, your hair bed head a lot messier than usual. You rub your temples as you exit the hard bed that was seemingly put together from sheets and scattered pillows found around.

You somehow found yourself assigned to early patrol with Ellie and Dina. It wasn’t that you disliked them, it was that you liked them a little too much. Somehow, they distracted you from your daily routine, always pulling you somewhere you didn’t need to be, forcing you to explore things you’d never explored. But today it seemed there was a lot of tension in the area. The snow not making it any better as the freezing air made the freeze of the silence grow thicker.

Silence engulfed the whole ride, until they approached an abandoned warehouse that had a harsh smell of weed. Inside a whole farm of it, just growing like nothing. “Hey hey, I haven’t seen this shit in forever.” Ellie says picking up a jar. “Does weed expire?” She asks turning to Dina, having finally spoken a word to each other. “I guess we’ll have to find out?”

A loud bang was heard, causing you to flinch as you turned to see that the snow had trapped all three of you inside the weed smelling warehouse. “God, I did not want this.” You roll your eyes, removing the gloves you wore. “Fuck…!” You kick something nearby. “Whoa there, it’s not that big of a deal, we can just stay here until it dies down. Then we can try moving the snow.” Ellie suggests, removing her coat and settling in a nearby couch.

You watch as Dina does the same, grabbing a lighter that seemingly still worked to light the joint they’d found in the jar. “This still hits.” Dina says with a small smile, passing the joint over to Ellie. You sigh, removing your jacket and looking around to search for another exit. “Hey, why are you so quick to leave? Live a little and come smoke this with us.” Ellie says, looking at you with her low eyes as the weed seemed to already be taking effect.

“I’m good, I don’t smoke. I didn’t smoke before either.” You roll your eyes, looking around once more, seeing that there were no other ways out. “Just come and sit down. It’s like you have a stick up your ass or somethin’.” Dina says, tilting her head to look at you. You groan, stomping over to them both and settling on the couch. “Here, I think ya need it.” Ellie giggles, egging Dina to do the same.

“I said I’m good.” Dina takes the joint, “Just one time, it won’t kill ya?” She takes a drag from the joint, blowing it into your face, causing you to retract. “Fine.” You finally give in, inhaling the smoke. You cough quickly, the biting sensation in the back of your throat lingering. “Okay what the hell?” You ask, hunching over to cough. “It’s fine, happens when it’s your first time. Try again.” Ellie helps you sit up, guiding the joint to your lips.

“When you inhale, inhale it slowly. So, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” Dina says softly, placing her hand on your thigh unconsciously. You flinch slightly, inhaling the smoke, letting it drape into your lungs slowly. Blowing the smoke into the air, you feel yourself becoming a lot more relaxed. “That was better yeah?” Ellie asks, watching you as she inhaled the joint and blows the smoke into your face.

“I guess so.” You say quietly, everyone feeling the effects of the weed. It hits you harder, your head spinning softly, your eyes getting heavier, and the stir between your legs becoming a lot more prominent. “Should we have another Dina? I’m not sure she can handle two.” Ellie says, looking at your slouched appearance.

You shake your head. “I’m good, I think.” You chuckle. Ellie nods lighting another, placing it between her thin yet plump lips. You watch her, your eyes entranced by the way her lips wrap around the joint. Dina slides her hand further up your leg, catching your attention. You turn to her, a smirk dawning her lips as she tilts her head to get a better look at you.

Ellie hands the joint over once more, this time leaning over you a bit more than usual. The feeling of her skin warming you up a lot more then you already were, her perky and uncovered breasts swaying in your face. You blush softly, your face tinted slightly. The thoughts that run through your head becoming unholy, but you blame it on the weed. Dina takes a drag, inhaling slowly. Suddenly she leans into you, your lips parting as she connects her lips to yours and exhales the smoke back into your lungs.

It was random, causing you to flinch softly. “Did ya like that? Or should I stop?” She slides her hand up your thigh further, her thumb gliding over your clothed cunt softly. Ellie watches, her eyes lingering over your figure. You look at Dina, the sinful thoughts running through your head starting to take over. “I-I don’t do this. I’ve never-“ Ellie silences you, putting the bud of the joint into the couch to let it burn out.

“We got you.”

Like usual, with Ellie and Dina you were doing something you didn’t usually do. Your legs spread open as Dina licked up the slit of your wet and dripping cunt. Ellie grips her hair, guiding her to eat you out just right. Your hands gripping the side of the couch as you whine and groan Dina’s name out into existence. Her arms wrapped around your thighs to keep your legs open as you shake, throwing your head back as she hits the spot that makes you tingle just right.

“Fuhh-ck!” Your head falls back off the couch, Dina’s fingers mingling with the hardened buds underneath your shirt. “Feel good pretty?” Ellie asks softly, looking down at you. You nod, droll pooling at your lips. Dina slides her finger into your core, your back arching into her as you fuck yourself with her fingers. “Fuc- Dina! Oh good-“ You grip the couch harder, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.

She eats you like it was her last meal, her eyes never leaving yours as she penetrates you with another finger. Ellie continues to guide her, hitting all the spots inside you just right. Her hands come down to your chest, running her thumb over the nipple as if she was admiring the way they bounced as you used Dina. “Yesyes.. right there!”

You grind against her face, feeling yourself become a lot needier. The high you felt earlier could never compare to this one. Her hands spreading you open just right, your eyes shut tightly. “Look at me hun.” She says softly, diving back into you as you open your eyes to look down at her. Ellie watches in awe at the way you open up to Dina’s fingers. “Oh shi- I’m gonna cum Din-“ Ellie suddenly moves Dina’s hand away.

You catch your breath, confused as to why she was depriving you. “I wanna turn too.” Dina rolls her eyes. “You could’ve at least let her cum first. I’m sure she can handle two orgasms.” You watch as they talk about you like you're not even there. “Okay then, think you can handle two pretty?” Your eyes pan to Ellie, nodding slowly as you lean back once more. “Good girl, see I told ya.” Dina says, sliding her digits back inside of you.

She decides not to start slow this time, her fingers using you quickly. “I wanna taste you c’mon.” You feel the high you were on coming back, your hands gripping her hair softly. Your eyes don’t leave her as Ellie leans back, watching the both of you as she waits patiently for her turn with you.

“C’mon hun, wanna taste your cum.” Dina speaks sinfully, causing you to fall over the edge. “Oh- cumming! Please!” You release on her fingers, back arching over the edge of the couch. Your legs shake as you orgasm like you never have before. She sucks softly on your sensitive bud, you whine softly. “Gotta take one more for Ellie, she wants a taste too hun.” Dina slaps your cunt softly.

You nod, spreading your legs once more. The adrenaline running through your body causing you to work against how sensitive you were. “Go in then you needy fuck, go get your fill of her before she changes her mind.” Dina slaps Ellie’s arm softly, wiping her face of your essence. Ellie leans in, kissing your stomach, kissing the inside of your thigh, then kissing your fold softly. “I can’t wait anymore.”

She suddenly licks, causing you to close your legs. “Ah Ah C’mon now. You keep ‘em open f’me do the same for El.” Dina spread your legs back open, leaning against Ellie. You whine, feeling sensitive as Ellie continues with her endeavor. She spreads your folds, sliding her finger inside to replace Dina’s. The length of her finger hitting a spot inside you that Dina didn’t hit before.

“Ah, wait! You- god!” You try to close your legs once more, but Dina slaps your inner thigh, holding them open. “Hey, stop it. You said you could take it so take it like a big girl.” Dina giggles, rubbing your inner thigh softly. You chant Ellie’s name, her fingers curling slighting inside you. You grip her hair, riding her face as if she were a dildo and you were a pornstar.

Dina feels her arousal pooling in her pants, sliding her hand down into her jeans as she touches herself at the sight of you. Your bottom lip I’m between your teeth as you groan, Ellie’s hair gripped in between your fingers. She enjoys the sight of it all. Ellie kissing your stomach again as she adds another finger, speeding up just enough to make you scream. “I’m- oh shit! Ellie please…!” You hold onto her wrist to keep her from moving away, riding her fingers and clenching around them.

“Gonna cum pretty, I wanna taste you as bad. S’not fair Dina got to try it first.” You whine, unable to speak. Dina throws her head back as she feels herself about to release around her own fingers. “Gonna cum together yeah? Cum with me YN.” She says breathlessly as she rides her own fingers. Ellie snickers, “ya just couldn’t wait could ya?” Diving back down to devour the essence about to release from you.

Your head spinning softly, your back arching, you ride her fingers until suddenly. You burst, cumming and squeezing around her fingers, your head falling back and your legs shaking like never before. “E-El oh Fuck! Yesyesyes!” You spread your legs more as she licks it all up, not leaving one drop of you behind. “Taste so good pretty.” She says quietly into your cunt.

Dina cums as well, her legs shaking as she slows down, circling her bud slowly. “Oh yes..” she leans back, pulling her hand out of her jeans. “Wanna taste?” She asks, leaning forward and placing her fingers into your mouth, allowing you to suck them clean. Your eyes low, the high still rippling through you.

“Let’s do this again sometime.”

I want them both so bad...

[babygirlbites]

Their Reaction to the Vampire Dairies

Wolf Pack Headcannons

Can’t explain why this is so important to me, it just is….

Sam

Sam is definitely not the type to sit down and watch vampire dairies off his own accord.

That being said; Sam IS the type to want to spend every waking moment with his imprint.

The compromise being that he must deal with your favourite show being re ran every single time you face even a minor strain in your every day routine.

Sam will sit there silently, respectful enough to not grumble at your choice of viewing material but not particularly taken in by the idea of vampires being sex symbols.

He’s not a fan, but he knows you love it and he loves you, so it’s a bareable consequence.

Although I don’t think he’s particularly watching, he is definitely a team Stefan - this being the only topic he speaks up on, both surprising and assuming you when he does

It’s the Delena kiss scene at the end of season one (Damon and Kathrine, but Sam doesn’t understand the doublegagger plot yet, give him time)

“This is all wrong” he says, between mouth fulls of salty popcorn

You turn to look at him, a questioning look on your face,

“She should stick with the other one” he mutters under his breath, eyes returning to his bowl of snacks

Paul

Unlike Sam, Paul can’t HELP but get involved.

Yer okay, he gives you shit for watching a teen romance about vampires,hybrids and the like, but he literally can’t keep his mouth shut when it’s on.

He’s FAR to involved; it’s got him gasping, laughing, often shouting at the screen.

I believe Paul to be a team Damon, he’s also a klaus fan.

Special mention to his HATRED for Tyler Lockwood; which has you a little confused until you realise it’s just Paul looking in a mirror.

Maybe an emotionally agressive, reactive werewolf is a little too close to home for Paul to enjoy.

When the pack bring it up, seeing the two of you cuddled up in front of another TVD marathon, he tries to deny his enjoyment of it but is also very defensive of the fact that it’s NOT for teens

“It’s pretty spooky actually, I only watch it to keep (you) from getting scared”

It’s a lie, and they all know it.

Jacob

Jacob is similar to Paul but HEAVY on the team Damon.

Thinks he’s a Damon, he’s actually a Matt, not that you’d be the one to tell him.

He’s the kind of guy to say he’s not watching and then ask you questions through the whole thing

“So what’s his deal again?”

“Is he trying to bang her?”

“What happened to her parents”

Ect.

He’s so busy sending you tiktoks about the show he accidentally sends one to the pack group chat and it’s all either of you hear about at every meet up or bonfire for the next 6 months.

He definitely has a big crush on Elena, not as big as his crush on you of course, but a close second

Embry & Jared

Rolling these two into one because they are both unapologetic vampire dairies fans

Jared has actually already seen the whole show, and recapped it twice by now, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t willing to watch it again with you - from start to finish.

He’s also seen the originals and legacies - Jared isn’t messing around guys, he’s a super fan.

I don’t believe Embry has seen anything TVD before you, but you suddenly realise you’ve unlocked something in him that you never expected to see.

Embry lives and BREATHES the show.

Unlike Jacob , he sends the tiktoks to the pack on purpose, hoping to get them into it too so he can talk about it when he’s on patrol.

Jared is team Stefan, Embry is team Damon - they fight (physically) about this often.

Seth and Quil

Simp simp simp

These men are both rocking team t shirts in public

Quil gives team Stefan to me but I feel he eventually will change sides with elena - by the time we get the hotel scene/kiss he’s a full fledged team Damon.

Seth is team whoever, he just loves love. He’s happy to see any of them with anyone as long as they are happy - but he does really like the Stefan redemption arc of season 3.

I feel like both the lads would be caught watching the show without you, which would lead to apologies and promises to never do it again.

Leah

Leah is a reluctant fan; like many of the others she’s not a fan of a vampire centric plot - but you’ll win her over with quality time, in bed cuddles and the Damon/Elena pipeline eventually.

Not so much a fan, but she watches it for you.

She knows you like to talk about it so she watches closely to be able to give you her educated opinion .

I feel she’s more team Damon but I KNOW she’s a Katherine apologist!

Elena tends to remind her of Bella, so she has a bit of a prejudice against the main character. Leah, as a general rule of thumb, has an issue with Mary sue type characters.

Katherine, being the anti Elena, steals Leah’s heart immediately.

There is three people in this relationship now, you will just have to accept that.

Also a fan of Rebekah!

[in1-nutshell]

Can i request a Spiderman buddy who's fun and chill to hang out with 2012 tmnt in personality and abilities wise? Like buddy can be a mentor of sorts to teach and guide them while also learning how to have fun.

Some more turtles!

Hope you enjoy!

Spidey Buddy meets the Turtles

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Spidey reader

TMNT 2012

Spidey had been protecting the citizens of New York for roughly a year and a half.

It was a bit of a rough start while getting used to his new powers and dealing with new villains.

But overall, it wasn’t too bad!

Until recently Spidey thought he had seen everything.

He should have known better than say that in this city…

Thanks to some word on the street, some mutant ninja creatures were staring to pop up around the area.

Time to investigate!

Spidey is scaling up a building after hearing some arguing. Spidey: “I swear, if I don’t get leads on this rooftop and another couple fighting… Maybe this is a sign from the universe to get some well-deserved hot dogs. Please let it be some pigeons… please let it be some pigeons…” Spidey pokes his head up. There are four turtle mutants arguing about the best way to enter a building. Spidey: “…Why does the universe hate me… I just wanted some dogs…” Pigeon Pete suddenly descends from the sky. Spidey: “…what… the…”

And that’s how Spidey met the turtles.

Granted many of them were sore with how they got found out, but they quickly got over that.

It was nice to have another friend around.

A vigilante friend!

Spidey doesn’t know what nearly caused him to have a stroke when he was invited to the lair.

The fact that these teens had two other human friends or the fact that their sensei was a giant rat.

Nope, it’s both.

Spidey has both April and Casey during his arm wrapped in webs. Casey: “Let us go!” Spidey promptly sets them both on the couch. Spidey: “Now sit and think on what you did wrong.” April: “We were just trying to help!” Spidey: “What help? Casey’s only weapon is a hockey stick and sheer determination to piss me off.” Casey: “Pretty swe—MMM!?” Spidey webbed his mouth shut. Spidey turns back to April. Spidey: “And don’t get me started on you O’Neil. You have no powers and whatever stunt you tried that nearly got you decapitated.” April: “That’s called my training. Splinter has been teaching me.” Spidey: “…” A few minutes later… Splinter is sitting under the tree meditating. Spidey drops down the tree upside down with narrowed lenses. Spidey: “Please tell me you did NOT tell April she was ready for patrol with the training she has.” Splinter: “She is ready.” Spidey: “NO SHE’S NOT!”

Yeah, Spidey has a bit of a bone to pick with April, Casey, and Splinter.

He does respect them and all, but it’s the dumb and impulsive stuff that gets under his skin.

Though to be fair, the turtles are in a league of their own.

Starting with Leo and Raph.

He has lost count of the number of times he has webbed them apart.

Whether on patrol or in the lair, Spidey is getting sick of it.

In the moments when Spidey isn’t wrangling the two brothers down, he gets along great.

Leo now has a fellow nerd to watch Space Heroes and not degrade him!

The two have had countless rants about characters during reruns.

Spidey also helps Leo ease up with the whole leader position.

Raph had gotten a great training partner.

Not only was Spidey quick and hard to punch, but he was incredibly strong!

The red turtle won’t admit it… but he is so grateful for his new friend for making sure the roaches in the lair were gone.

How he did it?

Raph really doesn’t want to know.

Leo and Raph are sparring in the dojo with Spidey watching from a few feet away.  Everything seems normal. …Until some harsher words are put out and some more advance movements. Spidey: “Hey! Calm down over there. Its still a friendly spar.” Leo: “Tell that to the brute in front of me!” Raph: “Brute!? I’ll show you brute!” Raph goes to throw a punch to the face, but his fist gets stopped by a web. Faster than he could react, Raph and Leo are webbed to the ceiling. Spidey is just looking at them with arms crossed. Spidey: “Now, while I would get you guys a ‘Get along shirt’, this is much better. Make up in 20 minutes and I’ll let you guys down.” Leo: “Hey!” Spidey: “See ya!” Raph: “Spidey! Get back here!” Spidey: “I wonder if that hot dog stand is open at this time?”

Donnie and Mikey were easily the best duo that Spidey got along with.

With Mikey’s high energy and pranks, Spidey found someone who could help him work on his spidey sense better.

He had to admit it, the orange turtle was scarily skilled when he want to be.

Spidey really wants to help him hone in on that aspect but there was so much you could do when someone doesn’t want to do the activities.

Now Donnie?

Might as well be Spidey’s best friend.

Science nerds meeting together?

YES!

Both of them are prohibited in the lab after 9 pm.

Last time that happened they didn’t come out until 8pm… a week later…

Spidey, Mikey, and Donnie are talking in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in hand. Spidey: “And that’s how I swing around without falling on my face.” Donnie nods. Mikey: “But when do your webs run out dude?” Spidey: “Run out?” Mikey: “Yeah!” Spidey: “…Mikey these are organically made.” Donnie and Mikey: “What?” Spidey: “My own body makes it.” Spidey shows them the hole in his wrist where the webs come from. Mikey: “So cool!” Donnie: “Why didn’t you tell me sooner!? I thought you only used the web cartilages?” Spidey shrugs. Spidey: “That’s just a personal project Donnie. I don’t actually use them.” Mikey: “Wow! Its like your one of us!” Spidey: “… I’m going to need you guys to sit down when I tell you this.”

[rotten-patty]

I’m still not over it I’ll never be over it I fucking adore Farewell, Rayashki and I need to talk about how Windsong and Vila, and by extension Rayashki, compliment each other.

Rayashki is a near-utopian dream - Vila particularly states it often, how it’s her dream and how wonderful it is to live there, and everyone else living in it shares this dream, and they fight tooth and nail to keep it alive and fuel it.

And then there’s Windsong. I’d call her the POV character for this story, with her own dream, of revitalizing the study of ley lines, and proving its legitimacy to the wider world.

And I adore how these two dreams intersect.

Immediately, Vila shows the acceptance and welcoming nature of Rayashki - the same she had received. She, and the others, allow Windsong to prove herself without prejudice, and that’s exactly what she does.

The line “This is where our paths meet” may as well encapsulate their story, and the story of Rayashki. It’s a place where others can find their home, a place they belong without judgement - and which in turn helps facilitate their dream.

Windsong is heard, accepted - and her studies help the town turn around. She helps them deal with the critters, the Zeno occupation - and, eventually, their problem with the town’s sustainability, by discovering a massive coaldeposit, all thanks to the knowledge hidden in the ley lines.

But she couldn’t have done it by herself.

The people of Rayashki, and Vila in particular, believe in her theory, and maybe more importantly, they believe in Windsong, likely even more than she believes in herself. They give her the courage to push further, to stand her ground, and to prove what she knows and what she can do.

And it’s mutual. When the Zeno try to tempt her with an endorsement, she does consider it at first.

But Zeno doesn’t believe in her. Rayashki, Vila, however; they do.

What immediately jumped at me was the wording of “less than satisfactory results”. Everything Windsong had said, predicted or discovered here so far was right - the only thing less than satisfactory was what she was leading the people of Rayashki to discover - which, while it came at an unforeseen cost, was just what they had needed.

But the point is, Zeno didn’t believe in her. Zemo didn’t care. This was a carrot on a stick, a way to shut her up and get her out of the way. And this wouldn’t prove her studies. To take this endorsement would be to walk away from the exact opportunity that she had been waiting for her whole academic career, with no proof to show for it.

But she stuck with Rayashki, she believed in Rayashki, in Vila’s dream, because they believed in her dream. This is where their paths met.

This and many other reasons are why I adore the story of Rayashki. It was everything I had hoped it would be, and I’m absolutely thrilled for 1987 Cosmic Overture. Windsong has become one of my favourite characters throughout, and the dynamic of her, Vila and August is wonderful.

Anyway I love them so much and I need them to kiss. I’ve been scouring Windla fics for hours after finishing Rayashki and they’re all so good and I need more and I’m basically decided that I will write some (after I finish the ToothZ in my drafts).

[dyaz-stories]

found an island in your arms || Eun Hyuk x Reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings & tags: angst, eun hyuk deserves a hug and he gets one, eun hyuk is a little controlling towards the reader

previous one-shot

A/N: my entry for day two of @neohumanmonster's Turning a New Leaft event! Prompt: Change in Nature. While this is in relation with yesterday's entry, there is no need to have read it to understand this one, it just provides a little more context.

Eun Hyuk is more tense lately, more irritable. Everyone can feel it, though most people chalk it up to the dwindling rations and the growing fear that the army simply isn’t coming to save you. You can tell that Eun Yu doesn’t believe in that, though, and neither do you.

Eun Yu doesn’t seem to have an actual explanation for her brother’s out of character behavior. She pokes and probes and throws out cutting remarks to see what sticks, but she doesn’t seem all that worried either.

“He does that sometimes,” she answers you bluntly when you ask if she thinks Eun Hyuk is doing alright. “There’s probably something he wants to fix. I’m sure he’ll get there. He just needs a little push.”

That doesn’t satisfy you. You don’t like to sit idle while people are in pain, don’t like to sit idle at all, actually, even if someone is hammering that you’re doing it ‘for the greater good”. But the thing is, you and Eun Hyuk… don’t get along that well. You clashed a bunch in the beginning, before you were outvoted by the people who thought Eun Hyuk would bring them safety, at least. It was a short-term solution, what he was offering, you’d argued — to which he had replied that yours was a death sentence.

You still admired him. The decisions he had to make on a daily basis couldn’t be easy ones to make, nor were the sacrifices. Of course, you still often believed he chose wrong, but you had to admit that he had kept most of the group alive until now, and considering the circumstances, that was truly impressive.

You just wish that he would let you do more. Instead, he’s constantly getting in your way, particularly when it comes to helping the infected. ‘Your abilities could help the whole group’, he’d say. ‘We can’t afford to lose them because you trusted someone you shouldn’t have.’ It drove you insane, how easily he’d interfere, always with these pseudo rational arguments that you never really bought were genuine ones.

It felt as if they were just for show, and as such you never felt all that guilty for going against his orders.

You weren’t dumb. You wouldn’t put others in danger unless they were willing to risk themselves for something. But you also refused to let others get hurt through your own inaction. So if you had to sneak around to see Hyun-Su’s in order to treat his wounds and bring him food, then you’d do as you damn pleased, and neither Eun Hyuk nor anyone else had any say in that. It was your life, and it was your decision.

Still, you can’t say you’re thrilled when you find Eun Hyuk waiting for you when you exit Hyun-Su’s so-called room. He’s leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, and he gives you an annoyed look when you come out.

“What did I tell you?” he asks you coldly.

You grimace. The two of you are almost the same age, and you hate that patronizing tone he insists on taking with you.

“Hyun-Su needed help,” you say. “There is a limit to what even you can ask of me.”

He’s silent for a while. You notice him clenching his fists, and something unusually dark passes in his eyes. His jaw tenses, a vein bulges on his forehead. You think you’ve done it now, that you’re going to get an earful — even if you still don’t quite understand why. There’s simply no reason for him to care that much, and the lack of control is blatantly unlike him.

You’d run into him often, before this whole— thing— started. He was always quiet but sweet, would smile politely when you got in the elevator, maybe exchange niceties with you when you met in the lobby. He’d leave early and come home late, with the look of someone who hadn’t taken a breather all day, but it never appeared to have any effect on his temper.

That’s what’s throwing you off right now. How angry he seems to be.

After what feels like an eternity, he exhales, relaxes his hand.

“I guess you’re right,” he says, but his voice sounds too even now, like it’s forced. “I can’t force you to do anything. I just wish you’d consider that—” He cuts himself off the second his voice becomes strained again, looks away from you.

None of that is normal for him.

“Eun Hyuk,” you say, taking a step towards him. “Is there something wrong?”

He stares in your eyes for a second, and for that second, you think that maybe he’ll give you an honest answer.

“Everything is wrong,” he says in the end, and again, you know it’s nothing more than a half-truth. Then again, you can’t blame him for not telling you. “Can you even remember the last time thing went right for us?”

It’s not that he’s lying, it’s just that you know he’s not being genuine, and so you don’t bother continuing that line of discussion. It unnerves the other residents when you drop a conversation that is clearly going nowhere, makes them think you’re avoidant, but you think Eun Hyuk understands it. Close enough, anyway.

“You should still tell someone,” you tell him.

“I— What?”

“I get why you wouldn’t want to tell me,” you say with a shrug. “I still think you should tell your sister. Or Jae-Heon, I guess, if you’re more comfortable with that, but I get why it can’t be me.” You take a step towards him, put a hand on his shoulder. You do it slowly, as if you were trying not to spook a skittish cat. Eun Hyuk glances down at your hand, but makes no movement to get rid of it. “I’m here if you need me.”

He scoffs, looks away from you, pushes his glasses higher on his nose. But you don’t let go, and he doesn’t actually move away from you.

“I mean it,” you say softly. “If you want to talk, or if there’s any other way to help you. Just let me know.”

He closes his eyes. You wait for it to sink in, then take your hand off, hoping you haven’t pushed a boundary already. As you break contact with him, though, he grabs your wrist without warning, and pulls you into him. Your chest collides with him as he wraps both arms around and his chin comes rest on your shoulder.

You’re surprised by how strong his embrace is, how he clearly doesn’t want to let go.

“Eun Hyuk?” you squeak.

“Just— Just give me a second,” he says, voice so low you barely hear it. “Please. Just let me have that.”

You feel your heart almost breaking at the desperate plea. Slowly, you close your arms around him, start rubbing his back. You’re not sure what’s happening, not completely, but you know he’s warm against you, and you know you need that contact, too.

Seconds go by, until he takes a step back, clearing his throat. He refuses to meet your eyes, but you don’t miss that his cheekbones are dusted pink now.

“Sorry, I—” Then he lets out a long exhale, and appears to get himself back under control. “You offered.”

You’re not fooled in any way by that, but you still nod.

“And the offer still stands. If you need any help, you know where to find me.”

Another long exhale.

“You— Why— Why would you—”

“Because you need help,” you answer. “You’re the one who’s looking after everyone, and I want to make sure there’s someone looking after you, too.” Eun Yu does, sure, but Eun Yu’s a kid, and that’s a lot of responsibility to put on her shoulders.

“Thank you,” Eun Hyuk mumbles, still not looking at you. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then he gives you a vague nod and leaves the hallway without once looking back.

Your eyes follow him, worried. You’re afraid he’s reaching his breaking point. This situation is revealing things about people, about yourself, too, even if you don’t like looking at it. Clearly, it’s changing you.

You can only hope that Eun Hyuk will withstand that change — and be by his side for as long as he needs you to.

hope you're enjoying this! tomorrow's entry will be for hyun-su ^-^ as always, reblogs and comments are strongly appreciated and keep me motivated and writing :)

more writing for sweet home

[dokidokidraft]

MHA boys HC pt. 2

Includes: Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Hitoshi Shinso

(More next time)

Warning: tinyyyyy but of pervy behaviour from denki! If that makes you uncomfortable please skip his part 🫶

~Denki Kaminari~

-He’s always trying to make you smile and laugh! Lots of inside jokes

-Mario kart tournaments with this guy. He’s the king at any video game, so sorry for your loss. He’s beating you no matter what you try, but if he wants you to smile or feels bad he’ll let you win

-has scars from his quirk. They look like lightning strikes and line up his arms and some on his torso (this isn’t canon I just think it’s good for the character)

-a bit of a perv. Ex: caught staring at you multiple times. LOTS of suggestive comments. “Jokingly” has tried to look up your skirt. Buys you revealing clothes. Encourages you to wear said revealing clothes. Still your number 1 cheerleader tho and we love him •_•

-only he is allowed to be a perv around you. As soon as mineta makes a comment/acts he’ll glare at him. “She’s mine. Go bug Momo”

-When he overuses his quirk/short circuits, he relies completely on instinct. Somehow his instincts always lead him to you. It’s kinda cute

-gets bullied for his quirk. You will literally beat up anyone who does that tho

-such a bubbly personality. He’s such a sweetheart though

-*finger guns*

-has a pikachu plushie and/or onesie

-will charge your phone for you. It hurts him if he does it too much, but on the occasions when he’s fully charged himself, he’s doing it for you

-keep an portable charger with you! This guy forgets his all the time

-super friendly to everyone. Definition of extrovert. He’s always trying to take you out to do things. Once you went to the aquarium with him and he tried to stick his hand in the octopus tank

-sends you memes at 4 am titled “this is literally us”

~Eijiro Kirishima~

-MANLY

-you aren’t allowed to carry anything remotely heavy around him. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I got that for you”

-pays for everything. You simply cannot offer to pay without him faking offence

-toxic masculinity? Who’s that?

-husky morning voice 🙏

-lets you watch him workout. If you what to join he’ll gladly help you use the equipment if you’re new to the gym, or simply be your spotter. If you don’t want to join him, he’s definitely showing off with the weights.

-classic romantic dates. Restaurants, and picnics are his specialty (definitely some gym dates mixed in there)

-always shirtless. He just wants to show off. It’s not like you’re complaining though….

-he’s really insecure about his quirk, and doesn’t think he’s good enough. Just remind him that you love him. Give him loads of attention and affection when he has his panic episodes.

-lets you dye/style his hair. His favourite positions is you sitting in the counter redoing his roots, while he’s in a chair in front of you. He doesn’t even need entertainment, he’s just enjoying the feeling of your gloved hands in his hair.

-loves when you wear his shirts. Especially his Red Riot merch ($-$)

-manly hands 🫡

-He personally doesn’t care much about PDA, he’ll do anything as long as you’re comfortable

-cannot cook for the life of him. Last time he was in the kitchen he caught his toast on fire

~Hitoshi Shinso~

-He is SO sleep deprived. You can tell by the bags under his eyes. Definitely has insomnia or something

-cat cafe dates with him. (I’m seriously thinking of writing a whole damn fanfic of this, just need motivation) he just loves cats sm, and he loves you, so this is the perfect plan according to him.

-needs his coffee in the morning. Can’t function without it. Also has his coffe without any cream or milk (like a psycho)

-Texts you really late at night for no reason. Even if he knows you’re asleep he’ll still do it cuz he’s bored

-messy hair 24/7

-late night walks with him. You guys don’t even have to talk, he’ll just walk with you beside him (he’ll hold your hand if he’s in the mood) and you’ll walk under the moonlight. Also loves to point out constellations to you

-once he grabbed something that you couldn’t reach for you, and you called him “your hero”. He’s never stopped thinking about it since

-usually does his training outside, late at night

-not a headcanon, but I’d just like to say, him in his mask 🛐

-has tired/dead eyes all the time. And looks hot in them too

-wears Jean jackets, hoodies, sweats, those weird fancy cotton shorts. And lets you steal all of them <3

-the type of boyfriend that gets jealous easily. Someone could look at you the wrong way and all of the sudden you guys “forgot to vacuum” and you’re getting swept off your feet and carried to his dorm for some cuddles

-asks for help studying. He does fine academically, he jus wants to spend time with you

Hope you guys enjoyed!!!

@kimyoudraft thought of you while writing for kiri 🫶

[princesskaulitz]

HEY !!

Could i request headcanons for 2008 Tom x reader ? Maybe shes part of the band or a childhood friend and theyre in a relationship? THANKU Xx

Tom Kaulitz Headcanons

✮ tom kaulitz 2008 hc’s (you’re his girlfriend and also in the band)

✮ fluff, not in any specific order, just random

✮ A/N: I’M BACCKKKK TO WRITING AGAIN 🖤🖤

(video from .kaulitzvikt on tiktok)

✮ first of all, i feel like it would have taken a while for you guys to get together because he would have liked you for what felt like years but was too shy to speak up about it 💀

✮ he would definitely defend you if the other guys try to pick on you. he wouldn’t fight them or anything but he’d but in and clap back at them with something so embarrassing that it would go dead silent and the others wouldn’t dare to even laugh. 😭

✮ whenever super toxic fans get jealous of you and bully you, he’s always there to reassure you and tell you that they’re just pathetically jealous of you because you’re beautiful and they could never have what you have

✮ he always carries your instrument along with his own. (princess treatment only ofc)

✮ unfortunately you and him can never really go on dates because some fangirls are insane and things are busy but he always does special things for you in the safety of yalls hotel room

✮ i imagine you would have a movie night and you’d make him match with you. i swear that man would match with you even if you made him wear hello kitty. he’s so sweet.

✮ you and bill would be besties and he’d totally appreciate that. you three would be peas in a pod. (just like they are with heidi now)

✮ i really feel like whenever you guys go shopping when you all get some free time on tour, you’d notice something in a shop that is really cute and literally every time he’d be like “do you want it?” and buy it for you.

✮ if you tried to tell him no because he’s already bought so much stuff for you, he’d get it for you anyway when your back is turned. you guys would be walking out of the shop and he’d just casually hand you the bag as if you never said no.

✮ whenever he and bill have a little argument about interviews, tom always comes to find you and vent to you. sometimes you help work things out between them.

✮ whenever tom and georg play video games on the tour bus, you’re always there sleeping in tom’s lap

✮ whenever you guys go to an interview and they ask tom about you, he just goes on and on about how beautiful you are, how strong you are for putting up with fans who can be toxic and how talented you are. (i feel like georg would make fun of him sometimes for this 💀)

✮ at award show after parties and such, tom doesn’t stick by you the entire time because he wants you to be able to mingle with others without him being attached to your hip the whole time but best believe he’s always looking around for you to make sure you’re okay. (and no one is hitting on you of course 👀)

✮ whenever you guys are at a meet and greet and you’re signing autographs, his eyes are glued to every single guy who asks you for an autograph. not because he’s jealous (he’s confident enough to know he’s the only man you’ll ever need) but because he’s protective.

✮ if you ever get nervous before a concert, he always does something to help calm you down. like cuddle with you or talk to you about something unrelated to get your mind off it. or he’ll even brush your hair for you if that helps you relax a bit.

✮ whenever he’s drunk or buzzed, he would 100% try to be a show off in front of you.

✮ i feel like he’s a show off in front of you in general, always talking himself up and stuff. and it’s attractive because he doesn’t even have to try and he’s not even lying when he says he’s better at someone at something 💀 he’s just effortlessly good at everything he does.

✮ he definitely has a nicknamed guitar pick he gives you for good luck before each show. he acts like it’s dumb and rolls his eyes when you call it his “love charm” or something cheesy—but he never forgets to give it to you.

✮ if you’re wearing a dress or something extra cute on tour, he WILL grab your hand and spin you around like “damn, let me see you again.” he’s your #1 fanboy and he’s shameless about it.

✮ if you fall asleep on the couch or in the studio, he’ll immediately take off his hoodie or jacket and cover you with it. then glare at anyone who makes too much noise.

✮ he lives for when people ask how you two met in interviews. always grins all cocky like and adds something extra like “she’s been obsessed with me since day one” while you’re just like “he was too nervous to even talk to me for over six months”

✮ tom lowkey takes photos of you constantly, snapping a candid of you tuning your guitar or dancing around the hotel room. he has a whole hidden album of his favorites.

✮ he always jokes about wanting you to wear his name on stage somehow—like a necklace that says “TOM’S,” or drawing a little T on your setlist—but he’s kinda serious.

✮ he loves when you two get interviewed together because he loves hearing you talk about your perspective on the band, the fans, the music. he thinks you’re so smart and articulate and sometimes just stares at you the whole time while you talk.

✮ one time you wore his shirt to rehearsal without realizing, and now it’s the only shirt he lets you steal because “it looks way better on you anyway.”

[dark-elf-writes]

You should assign Scum Villian characters godly parents

I’ve never actually read it but from what I’ve seen, Shang Qinghua gives Apollo vibes, but exclusively Greek Apollo vibes

And Luo Binghe would be Zeus or Jupiter bc of his protag energy

And Shen Yuan is either the dumbest child of Athena ever or the son of some nature god

Hear me out hear me out

The funniest option for Shen Yuan is a child of Aphrodite and that’s where he gets the wifebeam from. Just a natural pull that makes nearly every man he meets fall in love with him. This has the double hilarity of everyone claiming Aphrodite kids can’t fight up to the exact moment Shen Yuan realizes the bane of his existence Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky is actually in camp with him and he proceeds to beat the ever living fuck out of him until they are separated.

I do really like Shang Qinghua as a child of Apollo because you know Apollo would be the most cringe over supportive dad about his son’s terrible porn novel. He also fits in with my interpretation of Greek Apollo of playing the idiot but actually being incredibly intelligent what with the whole spy thing.

Binghe is definitely a big three kid I just don’t know which big three to assign him to. Torn between Zeus and Hades tbh mostly because demon translates very well to Hades’ power but Zeus is like the ultimate Stallion Protagonist (derogatory). Probably Zeus but he shows his dad exactly zero respect. All Binghe cares about is the pretty Aphrodite boy that helps with training and catches him when he throws himself into Shen Yuan’s arms trips over his own feet because he just can’t figure out the footwork.

Liu Qingge is a child of Ares but his younger sister Mingyan (who comes to camp later like right before the giant war along with the rest of the younger generation) is another child of Aphrodite blessed with a gift of beauty so strong she chose to wear the veil. Both of them choose to ignore what this says about their mortal parents. Shen Yuan saved Liu Qingge in the first war with the titans and won his eternal gratitude/one of several wifebeam victims ever since.

Shen Jiu I really want as another child of Aphrodite but I think him and Shen Yuan are once more siblings that got the Liu treatment of two different godly parent. Besides Child of Athena Shen Jiu is terrifying and I love him. He would have found a way to become one of Artemis’ few male hunters if he didn’t have to look out for his younger brother who he would rather gnaw an arm of than abandon. He refuses to claim any male children of Athena as his siblings, though he will claim sisters.

Yue Qingyuan I’m not sure on. Something that would help with diplomacy or his general OP power levels. Definitely Roman though which adds into the whole Shen Jiu mess because he met up with the Shen brothers after they had to run from their home due to a monster attack that injured Shen Yuan. Yue Qingyuan ran for help and ended up in the Roman camp. Shen Jiu waited as long as he could before he needed to get Shen Yuan help and had never forgiven Yue Qingyuan since so the meeting after the giant war is T E N S E to say the least

Wei Qingwei is a child of Hephaestus who, after Luke’s betrayal, literally foraged a full magical sword on his own that could detect possession among other things. He is upset when it doesn’t react to Luke. He is more upset once it finally does.

Ming Fan and Ning Yingying are definitely around CHB I just don’t know where exactly to put them. Both younger Athena Campers that see Shen Jiu as the coolest person ever and imprinted on him maybe?

I’m unsure where to stick the other demons but they are definitely around. Though it would be funnier if Demons still were just demons making Binghe double OP but I’m not fully sold on that idea yet.