#don’t try to deny it bc I won’t believe you

[spyderschaos]

one of my favorite things about hiccup is that some of the stuff he has/makes is toothless themed/has toothless on it bc like he's so real for that

Shield

Dragon eye

All of these

[itostea]

care for me? (gojo x wife! reader)

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in which you’re forced to share a bed with the husband you’re convinced hates you

warnings: there’s only one bed!!!! suggestive bc it’s gojo, they’re both a bit confused, pic from lving yamada kun at lv999

a/n: part of the gojo’s wife series (i recc you read the fic before this one to understand some things), also i’m posting this stuff on my phone now since i’m on vacay …meaning format will be extra ugly💀💀

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“What exactly did you say to make the principal Gakuganji agree to us on a mission together?”

You think Gojo or rather your husband, doesn’t really understand how fast he actually walks. With the way he towers over every civilian in Japan and how much longer his strides are, you’re almost certain that his pacing is far from normal. It gets to the point where you’re jogging to keep up with him, a huff escaping your lips in exasperation.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over that, ‘kay?” He gives you a lazy smile and with the blindfold wrapped around his head, you can’t exactly see the way he glances over at you–gradually shortening his steps for you to catch up.

You choose to ignore his comment about “your pretty little head” and instead sigh. “Sator–I mean ‘Toru,” you say carefully, gauging the way he gives a satisfied smile at your correction. After the moment you both had in the kitchen at a dangerously late hour, he insisted you call him a nickname.

He gave some recommendations: my hubby, my king, the strongest and most handsome husband. Naturally, you refused to call him those nicknames in public and even denied him the joy in private. So to avoid his needless whining, you compromised and decided on “‘Toru.” The way he brightened up that day made you feel giddy all over but you brushed it off with the fact that you were just glad he was actually talking to you.

“You didn’t do anything bad right?” You inquire, shooting him a glare.

“I think what I did was reasonable!” He chirps, reaching in a bag of candy to plop some in his mouth—the same bag he insisted on getting before you both went on the mission. You can’t help but feel a bit meek when his fingers inch towards your mouth and he gives a toothy grin, beckoning for you to open. You breathe out an annoyed huff, slightly parting your lips to let the sugary treat on your tongue.

He smiles, leaning forward to let his fingers linger in the plush of your lips. “Good girl.”

The way your breath hitches is visceral and you feel the pricks of embarrassment probe at your skin. Your eyes avert from his and you quicken your steps, trying your best to hide the fact that Gojo Satoru was having an effect on you. You miss the way his smile widens at your reaction.

You still avoid his gaze when he catches up. “You know I’m the one who cleans up after your mess whenever you piss the higher-ups right? It’s me who gets the scolding!”

“Scolding? Would you believe me if I told you stuff like that won’t happen again?”

You pause, analyzing how he flashed a coy grin. Immediately, your eyes narrow. “Gojo Satoru.”

“It’s ‘Toru to you,” he voices, chuckling at how your frown deepened. “Relax. I didn’t do anything that bad. Just did enough for them to stop annoying my wife.”

You choose not to linger on how easily the words “my wife” falls out of your lips but it’s hard when he went so far just for your wellbeing. Your mind drifts to his lips pressed against your forehead, instantly regretting it as you feel your neck growing warm. You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts from multiplying, earning a curious look from Gojo.

Before he can ask why you went quiet, you stop in your tracks, looking at him with an expression so cute he nearly feels himself fall over. You click your tongue. “‘Toru. You annoy me more than them.”

He whistles, looking at the sight of the abandoned hospital–the location where the S-grade assigned to the both of you curse lies hidden. “Harsh.”

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The lady in the front trembles as she inputs the data for the two of you. Her eyes scan Gojo’s wide grin and your blank expression that seems even more menacing with the red splatters on your clothes. You blink, tilting your head. “It’s not my blood,” you try to reassure her but that only seems to worsen her fear.

“R-Right!” She squeaks. “One room for Mr. Gojo, correct?”

Gojo nods with a hum, taking the keycard from the lady’s trembling hands. He gestures for you to follow him, walking with so much bravado that any onlooker doesn’t even question the bloodied state of your uniform. “You should’ve been more careful,” he says. “You made a mess.”

“Not everyone has infinity you know?” You mumble, following him into the hotel suite. Your eyes scan the seemingly fancy interior and furniture, not paying much attention until your eyes lock onto an unmistakable sight.

“‘Toru. Why is there only one bed?”

His disinterested hum only serves to make you grow more baffled. He shrugs off his jacket, cracking his neck with a hum. “That’s odd. I could’ve sworn I said two beds. The lady must’ve messed up seeing you all bloodied up. Must’ve scared her real bad huh?”

You’re almost certain that this predicament has brought you more stress than any mission you’ve been sent. And you’re amazed–no bewildered, that Gojo’s not even batting an eye at this.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re getting all shy now that you’re sharing a bed with your husband.”

“We’ve never done that before!” You squeak out, dropping your bags on the floor.

That was partially his fault, he thinks. Even so, he keeps his mouth shut. “You have any extra clothes you can wear?”

Even in your frenzied state, you still process the question, blinking in recognition. “No…”

He shrugs. “Then you can wear my shirt,” he points to the white button-up. “Might be gross but it’s better than nothing right? Besides that makes us even now. I got to see you shirtless when—”

“‘Toru!”

He grins an easy-going smile. “Ya know if you’re not comfortable with sleeping on the same bed as me, I can always sleep on the couc–”

“No!” You say a bit too quickly, straightening yourself out when he raises a curious brow. “No I mean like, I don’t mind that much. Besides, I don’t want you to hurt your back on the couch…”

“That’s the only reason?” He smiles and it’s not hard to realize he’s teasing you.

You nod, resolute despite your sweating palms. “Yes.”

“Then…” he shrugs. “You can take a shower first. I’ll leave the shirt near the door. Promise I won’t look. Unless you want me to.”

You can only give another nod, shooting a glare at his shit-eating grin. You take off to the showers, clasping a hand over your mouth as you silently scream in embarrassment. The warm water makes your skin feel hotter to touch and you only try your hardest not to dwell on the details. It’s just a night on the same bed together. Nothing more, nothing less.

You wish you could have kept that confidence huddled in your blankets–watching your snow-haired husband crawl into bed. You try not to linger on his bare torso for too long to be considered healthy and have to physically restrain yourself from jumping when his hand grazes your thigh.

He’s not wearing his blindfold or shades, meaning you can really see how his eyes watch your every move in interest. He leans closer, making you bite a squeak down. “You’re hogging the blankets.”

“Huh? Oh yeah,” you laugh awkwardly, throwing the fabric off your body for him. Gojo Satoru doesn’t have a favorite art piece but you in his shirt might just take the spot. He licks his lips, seeing how you unbuttoned a few buttons near the collar for more room–how you avoided his gaze. Cute, he thinks.

He raises a brow when you lay on your side, covering yourself in the blankets until you’re a heap of fabric. His lips twitches into a smile when he sees the way you curl up into yourself. Then again, he chooses not to mention it when he feels himself growing drowsy.

You’re not sure how much time passes but you can hear Gojo’s gentle breathing fill the room. You bring a hand to your legs, trying to ease away the goosebumps forming on your skin. At first, you assumed they were from nerves but now, you’re almost certain it’s because the hotel’s blasting the AC. And oddly enough, Gojo seems completely unaffected, even able to sleep peacefully.

You sigh, turning to face him. You’ve always known your husband was an attractive man but it’s not fair for him to look so good even while sleeping. His lashes are long and you find yourself staring a bit too long at his lips. Again, your mind drift to the moment when he pressed those same lips to your forehead and instead of being filled with embarrassment, you’re filled with a feeling that squeezes at your heart.

Subconsciously, you’re reaching for his face, grazing a finger down his cheekbones to the corner of his lips. His skin is smooth against your touch and you’re almost jealous that his skin was perfect too. You continue to map your way to his jawline, mesmerized at the sight.

“Enjoying the view?” He mumbles, his eyes closed though a smile crosses his face. You’re about to retrace your hand away from his face but he’s quick to clasp one around your wrist. You nearly squeak when he leans closer to your palm, his eyes finally opening to peer into yours. “Eyeing me when I’m asleep? I didn’t know you were such a per—“

“I’m not!” You yelp, snatching your wrist away from you him with a flushed face.

He hums, propping himself on his elbow to watch you. “Hm? Now you getting all embarrassed on me after you felt me up?”

“I did not feel you up.”

He merely shrugs with a grin. “It’s all good. I think you’re pretty cute too.”

You didn’t know it was possible to be this flustered until you shared a bed with Gojo. “I only touched you because I was cold!”

That wasn’t entirely a lie either. When you felt Gojo’s face, his skin was warm under your touch and you wondered if the rest of him was like that. Naturally, you refrained from thinking even further or else you really wouldn’t sleep a wink.

To your surprise, you feel see him pat the spot besides him. Your lips fall apart as you continue to stare. He only shrugs with a lazy smirk. “What? A husband has to make sure his wife’s comfortable right?”

It’s hard to say no when you feel the cool air of the AC bite into your skin—your limbs trembling. You hold his gaze for a few seconds, sighing as you scootched closer to him. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your frame closer until you’re against his torso.

You try not to dwell on the fact that you can feel how his muscles move against your shirt—or rather his shirt; how he nuzzled his face in your neck, breathing in your scent that this scene felt so naturally domestic.

You squirm in his embrace, shifting your hips around to find a more comfortable position. His arms immediately squeeze you tighter, making you squeak. “Stay still,” he says lowly against your ear.

“You’re holding me too tight,” you whine, wiggling your hips again. This time, his hand squeezes your hip.

“Yeah? Well if you don’t stop squirming, I’ll have another problem to deal with.”

“What—“ You say before the realization hits you and you’re left spluttering like an idiot. Your head turns to face him and you immediately regret it.

His blues bore into yours and you see how his lips twitch as if trying to hold back a laugh. “I—“ You start, turning away from him with your stomach doing flips. “Okay,” you squeak, clenching your eyes shut at your response.

He only grunts in response, spooning you with his chin atop of your head. Minutes pass and you relax in his arms. “‘Toru?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you being so nice to me right now? I thought you hated me?”

“What?” For the first time, he sounds awake. He leans up so you can see his hues peering down at you. You watch bemused as a tortured expression crosses his face for a second. “(Name), I don’t hate you. I never hated you.”

Your bewilderment grows. “But you…you never talked to me.”

He smooths a hand through his hair. “Can’t say I don’t have some regrets about that.”

It’s the same like last time, when the two of you were in the kitchen. He’s looking at you so tenderly that you can’t bring yourself to look away. “I care for you,” he continues, trying to pick his words thoughtfully. “Much more than I want to.”

He still peers down at you, so close that you almost think he’s about to lean in for a kiss. You observe him with a wide-eyed look, only letting out a little gasp when you feel his lips press against your forehead again—the feeling familiar to you. Gojo resumes his cuddling shortly after, squeezing your hip once more. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You widen your eyes, remaining silent. You’re at a list of words, momentarily left speechless. Even so, you reach down to press a hand over his on your hip, squeezing it lightly. “I know.”

Gojo thinks he sleeps the best when you’re besides him. You’re soft against him, fitting perfectly in between his arms. He thinks, there’s no way he was going to let this moment pass—and he was a man who kept true to his wishes. The next time he was going to sleep in his house, he was going to do it with you by his side.

BONUS:

“‘Toru…”

“What is it again?” He grumbles, though there’s no bite in his tone.

“Why couldn’t we just teleport home instead of going to a hotel?”

A brief silence follows.

“Go to sleep.”

[kisskuni]

sleeping with him

↳ how it would be to sleep with him. [all brothers x gn!reader]

tags: fluff, like one swear in beel’s

notes: anonymous requested sleeping with the brothers headcanons! i hope you enjoy :) i got carried away with lucifer’s i’m not sorry

lucifer ━━━

i feel like he’s the most normal sleeper of the brothers. doesn’t toss and turn or anything, but he does sleep on his back in mummy position………..

anyway, i also feel like he’s really warm to snuggle up to — in part he because only sleeps in sweats pants.

convincing him to let you sleep with him is probably the hardest part. not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t want himself to be that vulnerable in the presence of someone

therefore, he’ll likely only sleep in the same bed with you if you’re in an established relationship or something close to it.

the actually sleeping with him part is peaceful

his bed sheets are silky and undeniably comfortable. his favorite cuddle position is for you to fall asleep laying on his chest, he’ll ignore his arm falling asleep and deny it happens every single night.

additionally, he sleeps very little. you’d think the nights of going to bed so late and waking up so early would send him into sleep debt, but no he just doesn’t need as much sleep apparently.

so, be prepared for his alarm at 6 in the morning. he won’t wake you up past the alarm, but it will go off.

if you do wake up to it, he’ll feel bad and attempt to tuck you back to bed, sweet little forehead head kisses and all included.

(if you don’t wake up to it he gives you the forehead kiss anyway)

mammon ━━━

10/10 a cuddler. it does not matter the circumstances; it can be the middle of a hot summer day and he is still going to be cuddled up to you

ok well he’s gonna try to anyway. he falls asleep cuddled up to you but by morning he is somehow spread eagle and lost a sock?

he kicked you off the bed once

i feel like he also has a mini fridge by his bed LMAO he uses it to store water in bc he wakes up thirsty in the middle of the night all the time..

he wakes up late, always. if you have an alarm set you have to drag him out of bed, or else he WILL be sleeping in.

there’s also a 50/50 chance that he’ll not let you get out of bed in the morning anyway.

leviathan ━━━

you’d def have to tell him multiple times that you want to sleep in his bed, established relationship or not. he just won’t believe you the first few times.

after u convince him… sleeping is strange.

he sleeps in a bathtub and it’s not much comfier than it looks. it is for him because he’s used to it, but not really for you.

he tries his best though! he puts down cushions and covers the sides in blankets.

i think therefore cuddling is kind of a given though. the bathtub is bigger than a normal sized one but it’s not big enough for two people to sleep comfortably, especially not without touching each other.

that means cuddling mostly looks like one of you sleeping half on top of the other :)

he sleeps late usually, but he’s not as bad about waking up early as you might think.

although if you asked him to come to bed early he would jump at the idea, he’s wasting absolutely no time

satan ━━━

satan ends up passing out on the couch in his room most nights, but he does sleep in bed occasionally lol

but! whenever you mention wanting to stay the night and sleep in his bed, he’s suddenly sleeping in his own bed every night. he always has, what do you mean you remember him sleeping on the armchair before?

he sleeps on his stomach or his side mostly. he doesn’t cuddle all that much but he does like touching you in some way, be it his hands resting against you or your leg thrown across his

that said, he’s not against cuddling if you want to

he sleeps very little as well, sleeping late and rising early. he’s careful not wake you up when he rises, though there is a 50/50 chance that he just lays back down and sleeps some more if you aren’t awake when he is.

he doesn’t toss or turn in his sleep much, but he does whenever he’s stressed or you’ve had an argument

also a light sleeper. please don’t kick him in your sleep; he will wake up and never tell you you’re half the reason he can’t sleep

asmodeus ━━━

he’s so excited!! makes you do his nighttime routine with him and everything.

his taste in bed sheets is luxury, of course. the sheets and pillowcases are silky, his blankets light but incredibly fluffy.

he definitely sleeps nakey if he’s alone but for your sake he wears shorts to sleep (they’re silky and match his bedsheets?? somehow???)

he has a pretty normal sleep schedule, sleeping and waking up at pretty reasonable times

that said, he’s not immune to when you roll over all sleepy-eyed and ask for five more minutes. he will thoroughly enjoy an extra hour or two of sleep.

he wakes up pretty and it’s almost sickening at times. where is his bed head. where.

side sleeper but will sleep in whatever position you want him to if you want to cuddle with him, he just likes being close to and being able to touch you :)

beelzebub ━━━

he sleeps like a brick.

he also sleeps on his back and would absolutely love for you to sleep on his stomach

don’t hit him with the “im gonna crush you” bullshit either i’m fairly sure he could get hit by a small car and walk it off

anyway! he also has a fairly normal sleep schedule, but if he doesn’t have any where to be, there’s a good chance he’ll turn the alarm off and fall back asleep

he’s weirdly clingy in his sleep as well? he could be passed out and still wrap his arms around you when you try to get up

sleeps in pajama pants but usually no shirt. if you want him to, he’ll gladly put on a t-shirt or tank top though i want to eat his biceps

he’s good about not tossing and turning in his sleep but it’s not an impossibility. u have been crushed by him on multiple occasions i am so sorry.

belphegor ━━━

ok i know ur thinking “ok he’s the sleep demon of course he’s the best to sleep with-“

WRONG. ur wrong. he snores like a fright train and sleeps like a zombie

he talks in his sleep SO bad. you have had multiple conversations with him that he just fully does not remember in the morning

that said, he’s so comfy to sleep on and he’s super down to cuddle in whatever way that you prefer to

because he sleeps at odd times, his circadian rhythm is messed up. however, since you’ve asked to start sleeping with him, he’s made an attempt to fix it to some degree to make sure you’re sleeping at the same times.

he’ll ask you to stay with him when he naps as well but he doesn’t always expect you to sleep

he sleeps in pajamas but if he’s hot he’ll lose his shirt sometimes

he also has some sort of control over dreams. it’s not every night, but he does make an effort to visit your dreams and keep your nightmares at bay on a regular basis :)

[stuffeddrawer]

cw: sex pollen, insanity?, lots of swearing if you're not into that. omegaverse reader is a sub alpha, tf141 are dom omegas bc i say so word count: 1497 MDNI

(divider by @cafekitsune)

You fucked up.

It’s not even a big screw up, not yet. It’s not even world ending, but the tiniest inconveniences drove you up the damn wall and your mind was already distracted with a thousand other things. You find it hard to believe that people’s minds are usually quiet, are supposed to be quiet – yours has always been loud.

This isn’t what’s fucked up.

You’re in the middle of a deployment, started feeling off a few days ago but you brushed it off. Fool. Your brain chastises you. Should listen to your gut more often. Now look at you. Huffing and puffing and—

You noticed this off feeling a day before you went off on your mission – even that was supposed to be simple. Truly – get in, get out. Done. Supposedly.

But even that was still messed up.

You thought you tracked your cycle correctly, thought you had everything prepared, thought this mission wouldn’t overlap with your cycle, thought thought thought—

You picked at your gear, growing increasingly frustrated with every buckle, every strap. Every single piece of gear on your person, right down to your extra pair of gloves, was beginning to irritate you. You fucked up.

Your groan was loud enough to be heard when you couldn’t put your silencer on fast enough. You were already frustrated with your upcoming rut, skin flushed and warm, vision already tunnelled and now the sudden influx of hostiles did nothing to soothe that roar in your chest, the ringing in your ears. It did nothing to calm that angry alpha in your brain.

You were so frustrated with everything and everyone that you didn’t immediately smell something sweet in the air, something sweet enough to make you dizzy, discombobulated, your mind honing in on one thing and one thing only. That sweet, sweet omega smell. It took a moment, but your mind swam, vision blurred, growls and huffs leaving your mouth, desperate for someone to sink your teeth into, for someone to use you, for you to use someone. You didn’t care.

You fucked up.

You shouldn’t have gone on this mission, not when you knew you could go into a rut at any given time. You knew, you knew, and you still went. You knew this wasn’t going to end well, knew that something was going to happen. Fool. Knotted with anxiety and stress and you still should have trusted your gut. You wanted to wonder what the hell was wrong with you, that you could have sworn you had an extra day or two to really make sure you had everything you needed, but with that roar in your ears, the desperation seeping into your bones, you just don’t fucking care.

You pad over to where you thought the door was, rolling your eyes when you find it’s been locked. Shit. Your stomach growls, you think you growl, your blood rushing in your ears too loudly for you to understand just what the hell is happening. That smell is so sweet, like some pretty omega you just want to sink-

You huff, trying to take deep breaths once you realise what happened, just what exactly they’ve gassed you with, the room they’ve locked you in. Your cycle was forced to start, your gut was telling you this was going to happen. Your mind is racing and you just can’t keep up. You growl, yell, scream, throw yourself against the door, desperate to get it open, but it won’t budge. Like your stubbornness and inability to listen to what your body’s telling you, the door doesn’t open, doesn’t so much as whine when you press your weight against it.

You think you cry out when you move, the ache in your bones growing, the heat pooling between your legs almost burning now as your knees crash against the concrete beneath you. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Or does it feel so fucking good when you start to palm yourself? You don’t know. Your mind is so twisted and hazy, solely focused on one thing, and to have that thing denied to you? You think you’re going insane. Your grip on reality feels like it’s starting to slip.

You can’t even hear your radio sparking to life, can’t hear Price demanding a check in, can’t hear him repeating what he said, this time more urgently, a hint of fear perhaps? You really can’t tell if it’s just the blood in your ears rushing south, your entire body aching and on fire, or if he’s actually talking. You feel like you’re going insane. Going feral.

Your body writhes on the floor, equal parts bliss and agony, stars bursting in your eyes but you can’t tell if it’s from the pain or the pleasure. Or both. Sometimes it’s both. This time it just fucking hurts. Or does it? You don’t know. You don’t care. You fucked up.

You didn’t want to fuck the seam in your pants or your hand, you just wanted to get this mission done and spend your cycle surrounded by your packmates, surrounded by the people you trusted the most, people you knew would take care of you. God, it fucking hurts.

You want Kyle against your back, holding your arms behind you, whispering sweet nothings and cooing into your ear. Johnny to tease your nipples, bite and mark up your throat. You want John and Simon to make your legs shake, want them to use you as their own toy, want to be left mindless and fucked stupid, satisfied with your pretty omegas at your side, purring and content. You want Johnny and Kyle to clean you up, lick you clean, you want all these things, but you’re left on the floor in the middle of fuck-ass nowhere, desperate and borderline feral.

You shift your hips back and forth as you practically grind on your hand, on your knees now, groaning into your arm with your eyes screwed tight. You wanted someone to take you for all you had, make your legs shake and throat raw from how you practically cry out their name, treat you right like they’ve always treated you, how you’ve always treated them.

You fucked up and were now writhing on the floor, entire body shaking from the pain in your system, a small puddle of drool forming on the floor from how you’re sat – knelt? Bowed? You peek your eyes open, try to take a look around the room, try to find another way to escape, to free yourself, to eat and be eaten. Your vision is too hazy, too fuzzy for you to make anything out. You can’t focus on anything other than the ache between your legs.

The whine that fills the room – you think fills the room – is nothing short of desperate, angry and loud. Your chest hurts from how heavy you’re breathing, you can’t think past the ache in your bones, you think you cry out again, your finger pressing a button – buttons? You don’t know – your mind’s slipping away from you faster than you can catch it, like trying to hold fog. You don’t even feel scared anymore, just so fucking horny, desperate, pleading for someone to use you and for you to take your time with them, please, please, please.

God, you’re so hungry, your entire body shaking, growls and huffs leaving your lips as it feels like the walls are closing in – it hurts, it hurts so fucking good. You hump your hand faster, angry, but it’s still not enough. You want to feel your packmates’ hands on you, want to feel every inch of them, want them on you, in you, you don’t care – you want them in the worst way, but you fucked up and you’re stuck here, growling at nothing. You draw your hand back, hand slick with your arousal, room heavy with the scent of an alpha starting their cycle, forced to start it. You try to move, throw yourself against the wall to break yourself out of this trance, out of your own mind, but it only makes your brain break faster, sanity slipping like sand through dry fingers.

That stupid omega sweet scent drove you insane, you want more, crave more, are aching for more. Your mind felt like goo, like every sense of You was long gone. You think you hear the door open. Too late.

You’re too fucked up to recognise him, too feral to notice the boonie hat, the three other men standing behind him – you snarl at whoever walked in. Your body’s tense, more tightly wound than anyone’s ever seen. Your gaze is hungry and angry, and fucking famished. You’re starving, you’re angry, you’re so desperate for an omega to fuck, you’re—

You leap, your teeth barred and mind blank, snapped like a dry twig in the middle of a sweltering summer.

The task force’s now-feral alpha is knocked out before their teeth can do any lasting damage to their captain.

[nhlclover]

𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 | 𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓

— cozytober masterlist !

summary: homecoming takes an unexpected turn for gabe when he meets you and your infectious energy that takes his attention completely off the game.

warnings: brief mention of drinking, a lil kiss scene

word count: 1.65k

notes: fic number five of cozytober! based on 'had me by halftime' by morgan wallen. fall = homecoming = football games and school spirit (roll eagles)

Gabe adjusted his Boston College hat, the brim low to shield his eyes from the mid-afternoon sun as he stepped out of the Uber, scanning the sea of maroon and gold that sprawled before him. The crisp October air carried the unmistakable smell of charcoal grills and the distant hum of laughter and music. Fall was definitely here, but the warmth of the day still clung in the air, that perfect mix of cool breezes and lingering heat that made it hard to believe summer was really over.

Gabe weaved through groups of students and alumni, looking for Jacob. He had texted him earlier to meet up in the parking lot where the tailgate was going on, Gabe figuring he was already set up in the thick of it. Sure enough, he spotted Jacob, who was laughing alongside his girlfriend Olivia, and a small group of her friends.

“Hey man,” Jacob greeted Gabe, dapping him up when he approached.

Gabe returned the dap with a smile, already feeling the buzz of energy around him. "What’s up, bud?" he replied.

“You gonna get in on our pool? We’ve got a bet going about the over-under for total points.” Jacob explained.

“Don’t do it, Gabe, the buy-in is forty bucks,” Olivia warned, receiving an eye roll from Jacob that didn’t go unnoticed. “You blow money on stupid things and then lose them, Jacob, you need better spending habits.”

Gabe slightly tuned out the bickering couple, his eyes scanning the lively crowd around him when his wandering gaze fell on you. You stood just a few feet away, engaged in a heated game of cornhole with some guy, tossing playful trash talk his way. You wore a cropped Zay Flowers BC jersey slightly exposing your midriff and a sparkling stud on your bellybutton. Your hair fell in loose waves around your shoulders, and the bright smile that stretched across your face was infectious.

“You see something you like?” a voice teased from beside him. Gabe forced his eyes away from you as he realized Olivia had caught him staring. A knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “That’s y/n. She’s one of my friends from bio, I’m sitting next to her in the game. I should introduce you.”

“What?” Gabe tried to play it off cool, but he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. “Nah, I was just—”

“Staring, yeah, I know,” Emily teased, giving him a playful nudge. “She’s great, by the way. She’s super smart, a little intense but in the best way, and she’s got this whole Georgia thing going on. You’ll hear it when she talks, trust me. You should totally go say hi.”

“Ah, I don’t know…” Gabe said, looking back at you. He watched as you threw your head back with laughter, the joyous sound rising to the noise of the crowd.

“Come on man, don’t be wimp.” Jacob urged, giving him a soft shove.

Gabe rolled his eyes but couldn’t deny the spark of interest flaring inside him. “Alright, fine. I’ll go talk to her.”

He stepped forward, weaving through the crowd, trying to figure out how to approach without coming off like a total idiot. Just as you were lining up your next shot, he cleared his throat. “Pretty sure you’re making this guy’s life miserable.”

You let out a laugh, the sound melodic. “Hey, it’s not my fault he’s terrible at this,” you teased, taking your shot and sinking the bag perfectly into the hole, winning your game.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” Gabe said. “Mind if I challenge the winner?”

“You want in on this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Alright, but just know I won’t go easy on you.”

Gabe chuckled, appreciating your boldness. “I wouldn’t want you to.”

The game started, and you made sure to keep the banter alive. As the two of you exchanged playful jabs, Gabe quickly learned a few things: you were from Georgia, which explained the slight twang in your voice and what Olivia said earlier, and you were majoring in biology. It was clear you had a contagious energy about you, something that made it easy for Gabe to be around you.

When the start time of the game neared, you shifted inside the stadium where you and Gabe ended up sitting next to each other, leaving Jacob and Olivia to their own little world. The stands were packed, the atmosphere electric as the Eagles took the field. Throughout the first quarter, Gabe tried to keep his focus on the field, but his mind kept drifting back to you—how animated you got with every play, the way you yelled at the refs, and how you’d nudge him whenever something exciting happened. Football was supposed to be the main event, but now? You were stealing the show.

Midway through the game, you pulled out a couple of airplane bottles from your purse, handing a tiny bottle of Fireball to Gabe. “Security didn’t catch these,” you whispered, winking. “Wanna share?”

He grinned, feeling a little rebellious as he took the bottle from you. “You come prepared.”

“Always,” you said, clinking your bottle against his.

And when the fight song started blaring through the speakers, you threw your arm around his shoulder, singing loudly and pulling him into it. “Come on, Gabe! You gotta show some school spirit!”

He laughed but joined in, letting you drag him into the moment, singing along with the rest of the crowd, even though he didn’t know the words as well as you did. There was something infectious about your energy, the way you were so unapologetically yourself, and Gabe found himself caught up in it.

By the time the fourth quarter rolled around, the Eagles were trailing by 3, but you were still holding onto hope, your eyes glued to the field. When they scored with just 15 seconds left, you let out a scream of pure joy and launched yourself into Gabe’s arms. His arm instinctively wrapped around your waist as he picked you up, the two of you caught up in the moment as the crowd roared around you.

“They did it!” you yelled, beaming as you hugged him tightly.

Gabe couldn’t help but smile back, caught up in your joy. There was something about the way you were looking at him in that moment, so full of life and excitement, that made him realize something. He wasn’t just into you because of the game, or because of how you looked in the jersey, or even the way you made him laugh. He was into you because of you.

As the crowd started to thin out, you hooked your arm through his, still talking about the game, about how this was exactly what the Eagles needed to turn their season around. He listened, though his mind was elsewhere — on you, on the feeling of your arm around his, on how easy it was to be around you. As the crowd spilled out into the streets, Gabe offered to walk you back to your dorm, which you accepted gratefully. The sunset bathed the campus in a golden light, casting a warm glow that made you look radiant in his eyes. You chatted the whole way back, the conversation flowing easily, like you’d known each other for longer than just a few hours.

When you reached your dorm, the orange and pink hues of the sky made you look almost ethereal. The lingering warmth of the day clung to the air, Gabe feeling a sudden rush of nerves. The conversation had slowed to a comfortable lull, and you were smiling at him, your eyes glowing in the soft light of the setting sun. Gabe rubbed the back of his neck, taking a step closer to you, feeling like now or never.

“You know,” he began, his voice a little lower than usual, “I’ve had a really great time today. Didn’t think I’d get this lucky at a football game.”

You tilted your head, grinning, “Lucky, huh? I feel like I’m the one who should be saying that. You were a great seat partner.”

Gabe chuckled, but his smile faded slightly as he searched your eyes. His heart pounded in his chest as he leaned in just a bit, testing the waters. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you replied, your voice softening in the quiet of the evening.

For a moment, Gabe hesitated, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. “Can I kiss you?”

The question hung in the air between you for what felt like an eternity, but when you nodded, your lips curved into a small, inviting smile. Gabe didn’t waste another second. He closed the gap between you, gently cupping your face with one hand as he pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and tentative at first, the faint taste of Fireball still lingering on both of your lips. But as you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss deepened. It was sweet and full of excitement as Gabe’s hands moved down to your waist. Gabe’s heart raced as the warmth of your body melted into his, and for a few moments, the world outside your little bubble ceased to exist.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your faces inches apart. Gabe couldn’t help the goofy smile that spread across his face. “Wow,” he murmured.

You laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. “Wow is right.”

You probably think that it was the kiss that did it for Gabe, that made him want to make you his. That maybe that was the moment when it all clicked for Gabe — the warmth of your lips, the way you smiled right after, or how the sunset framed you like something out of a movie.

But if you ask him, he’d tell you he knew by halftime.

[chvnnie]

on the topic of dad!skz. dad!minho picking out a itty bitty kitty halloween costume for his baby girl with the softest little cat ears, a floofy tail and he finds a little makeup pen that he researches and researches to make sure it's okay to put on her skin because he wants to draw whiskers on her but not if it's going to hurt her!!!! and he walks home with the biggest smile on his face and gets home so excited to show you what he bought - only to see you putting your daughter into a puppy costume you bought earlier that day.

the days leading up to halloween are spent with bickering over which costume she should be in (minho almost foaming at the mouth because cats are his thing how can his daughter n o t be in a cat costume) and on the day she ends up in???? (this is where you come in bc i really can't think of denying minho anything)

Seungmin is behind this. Somehow, Minho hasn’t really figured it out yet. He just knows it’s his fault because who else could have convinced you of this?

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He says with the most humorless expression on his face. “Where he is?”

You furrow your brows. “Who?”

“Ah, come on. What other puppy do we know?” Minho gestures at his daughter on the ground, ironically chasing her fake tail.

It clicks, and you can’t help but laugh. “Minho, you’re joking.”

Blank face. He’s not even joking a little bit. Sighing, you stand up from the couch, walking right past him towards the kitchen.

“Think what you want, Minho, but I do have the ability to make my own decisions.”

When you get into bed that night, you don’t face him. Rolling over to stare out the window instead.

He really didn’t think that you’d be this mad about it. More than anything, Minho thought it was a silly joke. Like ha ha ha, Seungmin weaseled his way into dressing his daughter as a dog. Did he do that with Jisung’s daughter, too? Changbin’s boys? It’s so in character that it was easy to just believe it.

But he can tell with how you’ve acted with him since he got home — only really talking to your daughter, insisting on doing bath and bed by yourself — it was a stupid thought that he shouldn’t have ran with.

“Hey.” He rolls on his side towards you, a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, talk to me.”

“I’m tired, Minho.” It’s a lie — the bed is shaking with how jittery your legs are.

“I’m not going to drop it.” Minho says plainly. “You know that.”

With a sigh, you sit up, knees to your chest. Not really looking at him and instead fiddling with your sweatshirt. “Fine. It made me mad that you reacted like that to her costume.”

Minho smiles sadly, reaching for your hand. If you keep playing with that thread, you’ll ruin that shirt, and he knows it’s your favorite thing to sleep in as the weather turns. Though reluctant, you let him take your hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated it like a joke—“

“She looked really cute and I thought you would really like it.” There’s a cry catching in your throat, one that you’re desperately trying to swallow down. Minho’s heart shatters when he hears how much it upset you.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he slowly presses his lips to your palm. Peppering them around the hand; the tops, the wrist, over your wedding ring. “She did look very cute.”

“She always looks cute.”

The way you say it, with such a pout, makes Minho giggle a little. He shuffles in the bed, lying his head on your knees to get a better look at you. “It’s because she looks like you.”

Ah, there you go. The corners of your lips peeking up before you remember why you’re so upset. “Stop with that cheesy bullshit—“

“It’s true! If she looked like me…sheesh.”

You move too quick for him to catch, grabbing the pillow you’re propped up on and hitting him with it. Minho tries to pull it from your hands, ready for revenge, but you won’t give.

“Say that again and I’ll hit you HARDER next time.”

“Oooooh, so scary. So big and tough with your pillow, huh?”

Minho gives up on trying to take your pillow.

And grabs one of his own.

///

It’s your turn to walk into a surprise. Less than a week left until Halloween, and there’s your daughter. Sitting in the high chair as her father, your husband, delicately traces lines from her nose.

“What is this?”

While Minho is still, it makes Jisung jump. The baby in his lap crying from the sudden movement. “Sheesh, knock next time.”

Your brows raise. “It’s my? Home? What’s going on here?”

Jisung looks from you to Minho, spinning the baby is his lap around so you can see. A pretty little heart painted on the tip of her nose, teeny whiskers across her face. The costume she’s wearing identical to the one your daughter has on, only a few sizes smaller.

“Doesn’t she look so CUTE?” Jisung is so giddy, cooing as he bounces the baby on his knee. “We wanted her to be a pumpkin, but then Minho came over and said he got her something—“

“We haven’t decided on a costume.” You say sternly, looking at your husband.

“Yet.” Minho’s eyes flick up to you. “You haven’t seen her as a cat yet.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Nothing is going to steer me away from—“

Your heart leaps from your body. Never have you seen something so precious, so tiny. Her nose is pink, the whiskers twisting out to just about her mid cheek. Her eyes light up when she sees you, babbling on and on as she reaches out for you.

“Oh, look at you.” You coo, quickly gathering her in your arms. She giggles, snuggling into your shoulder. Her little headband brushes softly against your neck. Oh, you could cry.

Minho looks a little too smug for your liking. “So what were you saying about not steering you—“

“Shut up.”

///

“You really liked the cat costume—“

“But, Min, the dog—“

“She just looks so cute as a cat. Come on, baby, you have to see it.”

“And she doesn’t look cute as a dog?”

“Of course she does! I’m just saying—“

Jisung is in his office, windows shut, and he can still hear the two of your bickering from the other side of the fence. There’s no hard feelings there, just the two of you are too stubborn to give up. Cat, dog. Dog, cat. Over and over and over—

Sighing, he pushes himself up from his computer chair. Grabbing the car keys from his bag and leaving with a quick goodbye kiss to his partner and daughter. Just a teeny little errand.

You answer the door, Minho meowing obnoxiously somewhere inside the house. “Hey, Jisung—“

“It’s my turn to pick.” He forces a plastic bag in your hand before turning around and leaving. Even after you call after him, your voice fading as he walks the short distance back to your house.

You open the bag, the costume still perfectly in its wrapper. Soft, tan fur decorates the onesie. A hood to cover her teeny little head and keep her warm.

You throw it to the side. A lion, really? What a silly choice, so basic. It’s her first halloween, you’re not going to waste it on something like this.

///

She went as a lion.

hehehehehe

[rizzyu]

Hot Spring HC

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive

Warning: Nudity (I KNOW WHAT U ARE.), really slight mentions of the saxophone dance

A/N: bc I love hot spring prompts :)

Vox Akuma

Are you really gonna believe that this man is not gonna flirt with you the moment you step into the onsen with him?

You had stepped into the onsen and Vox already have his arms around your waist.

“Darling you look so hot.” “Vox, I just got in, have some patience.”

After a few minutes of calming down Vox, you would help untangle and wash his onyx coloured hair

Bro loves leaving kisses all around your shoulders and neck and he would be such a tease

“Getting flustered already? I barely even did anything”

And also whether it’s when you were both back in your hotel room, or when you were still in the hot spring, you would eventually be doing the saxophone dance :)

I shall not elaborate on that :)

Mysta Rias

There’s this really funny thing I thought of:

What if when Mysta went in the onsen, he was so unused to that heat that he just started screaming and jumping around

*mentally laughs*

Anyways just like Vox he would be so lovestruck when you joined him in the onsen

But unlike Vox he wouldn’t be straight up announcing his admiration for you

“Fucking hell, why are you so hot?” He’d mutter

His face, ears and neck would be all warm and flushed. And he was hoping you would think that was because of the hot spring (it wasn’t)

Oh but you knew what was going on and you would bully him for it lol

“Heheh your cheeks seems kinda red” >:)

“WH-WHAT? IT’S THE HOT SPRING”

“uh hUhhhhh ok..”

Luca Kaneshiro

I know what you are.

You’re gonna be shamelessly stare at his booba don’t even try to object

But he was feeling happy that you came to the hot spring with him, so he let you lay on them just this once :)

Though he still denied that they aren’t big.

“I’m glad you let me lay on theeeem… they’re so big and squishy.” “What?? Th-they aren’t big!”

Oh man but like picture this: tracing his tattoos

You would be sending shivers down his spine when he felt your feathery light touch on his tattoos

As well as leaving little kisses along his tattoos

You would have gotten him floating on cloud nine

But you’d also be just cuddling and chilling in the onsen till your fingers get all wrinkly

Ike Eveland

Ike’s glasses would get covered by the steam, no doubt. Maybe because that also happens to me all the time

And you would laugh at him saying he looks like one of those smart anime characters with glasses. Maybe because my friends also do that to me all the time

Anyways, soaking in the hot spring with Ike would be so cute tho

CUDDLES :D

Cuddling with Ike is always so cute tho

You would be giving him little kissies here and there

And then you both felt so comfy in the presence of each other that you eventually fell asleep together

Ike would wake up later for him to realise it was past midnight

He’d carry you back to your hotel room and help you get ready for bed :)

Shu Yamino

HE’S A SHY BOI

He was too embarrassed to look at you man what a cutie patootie

“Shu yknow you don’t have to turn your head away the whole time right? You can look, I won’t mind.”

Shu slowly turned to face you. His eyes still avoiding you as his cheeks were in a pretty shade of pink.

Ok but I think you would be such a tease because of how shy he is in the hot spring

Yknow like being more touchy and making him stiffen every time he was under your touch.

You were making his heart go literally insane but he was too cute for you to stop

I mean… it wasn’t like he didn’t like it…

[ricegobbler]

Hi I so happy your open can you do the tfa team prime react to sentinel prime falling in love with a female cybertronian who came to life by an allspark fragment , she is a kind and a total sweetheart to everyone but is very oblivious to his feeling

TFA TEAM PRIME REACTION TO SENTINEL FALLING FOR FEM WHO CAME TO LIFE BY ALLSPARK FRAGMENT!!

IM BACKKKK!!!!!!!!!! HOORAYYYY

I know Sentinel is a jerk in the show. But he deserves love. Everyone does😢 (kinda)

ANYWAYS. TYSM FOR REQUESTING AND I LOVE THIS. 😍😍

ENJOY YALL!!<33

Warnings‼️: well, I’m using ‘Y/N’ tho. So for ppl that don’t like that being used I’m sorry, idk what else to use honestly 😢

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Optimus:

-he’s so cute. Love him sm🤞

-anyways.

-At first he was surprised. He was surprised Sentinel could ever even fall in love.😭

-he’s happy for him though, watching an old friend of his that was a jerk fall in love. Deep inside Optimus would think you can do way better. But your life yk!

-when he first witnessed you and sentinel talking he noticed Sentinels actions.

One day Y/N and Sentinel were just talking, that was until Optimus walked in and saw the two.

He noticed Sentinels stance and awkward look on his face, he then realized the stammering he’d do when replying back to you.

-it was obvious. Especially to Optimus, he’s never seen Sentinel like that.

-Sometimes when you’re gone Optimus would just smirk at Sentinel, obviously he’d deny his crush on you but it wasn’t believable.

-I feel like Optimus would be the type to like Tease Sentinel or try to help out ykyk.

-he’d sometimes randomly ask you abt how you and Sentinel are doing, and the oblivious person you are, you just say you’re both fine.😢

-Sentinel won’t stop crushing on you though. He’ll be patient (sometimes)

Ratchet:

-yeah he can still hear guys😒

-at first he don’t gaf. Sure he’d be a lil surprise, but like he don’t care.

-he also thinks you can do so much better, he’d even say it out loud once. Of course, you didn’t understand what he meant since you were oblivious about Sentinels love for you </3

“she can do so much better..” ratchet grumbled. You then turn your head to look at him and raise an eyebrow, wondering what he said.

-when he’d see you and Sentinel talking he’d see how sentinel looks at you. It’s like a puppy in love🤧

-sometimes when you company Ratchet when you’re bored he tries hinting to you how Sentinel is acting with you. But, you're oblivious about it. :(

Prowl:

-sentinel in love?? Impossible.

-he’s shocked, he never thought somebody like sentinel could fall in love with a fem so..much different then him

-just like ratchet, he thinks you can do better. Even if you and sentinel aren’t dating (bc you’re oblivious abt his feelings) he still thinks you can do so so so much better.

-he does watch the two of you though, romance is something that caught his eye since the bots arrival on earth.

“Fascinating..” prowl mumbled as he saw you and sentinel talk.

-he wouldn’t really intervene with your guys alone time, he just watches from afar like a lil weirdo.

-he’s just interested 😢

Bumblebee:

-😱🫵

-“SENTINEL COULD FALL IN LOVE?!?!” <- bees reaction.

-he’s surprised, and disgusted at the same time. He’s like a boy who saw his parents kiss😭

-he notices how sentinel stutters around you so he’d giggle to sentinel’s nervousness.

Y/N and Sentinel just talking, but Bee notices how shaky and stuttering Sentinel was.

“PFT. Scaredy cat.” Bee mumbled

-he wouldn’t intervene, he wouldn’t really care honestly. Just don’t kiss In front of him if y’all ever get together.

-butttt, if he’s ever bored he’d run to sentinel and give him advice. (His advice kinda sucks but🤷🏻‍♀️)

Bulkhead:

-same reaction as bee😭

-“HE FELL IN LOVE?!” <- his reaction

-he’s mostly similar to bee, and they’re buddies for a reason-

-Instead of snickering or anything while seeing sentinel struggle, he’d feel a little bad. This bulkhead is to sweet 🥹🤍

-I feel like he would definitely try to make sentinel feel better if he had the chance.

Sentinel grumbling in embarrassment after stuttering infront of Y/N

Bulkhead noticing and walking over to him, “Hey, don’t be upset! I’m sure she didn’t care you were stuttering”

Sentinel giving him a confused face, “you were watching us?-“

-he wouldn’t intervene as much, but if he does it won’t really affect you and Sentinels relationship.

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GUYSSSS…IM BACKKKKK‼️‼️

IM WORKING ON THE REQUESTS I GOT BEFORE SO PLS BE PATIENT!!

[filmbyjy]

i loveeed ur poly imagine!! Could u make more? Maybe like what dating each ship is like?

a/n: oooo yes of course!! and so sorry for taking so long with this request😔 been extremely busy.

taglist[perm]: @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @milklix @kar0ki @sugarsunoo

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enhypen poly: what is it like to date each ship (popular ones)

| HEEJAKE / RAMYEONZ

man this ain’t fair >:(

sim jaeyun share some of heeseung with me :(

bye bc jake acts so baby girl around heeseung it’s actually so funny and cute at the same time

I mean honestly, same. jake, you have a valid reason to be acting like that

but anyways, what is it like to date heejake?

well for one thing, you definitely would be third wheeling them most of the times

“hyunggggg, come quick!! the round is starting!”

queue heeseung bolting back into the room as you were sitting on the bed.

don’t be sad though. they do hang out more than you hang out with them but they know when to step in and make you feel loved.

I also won’t deny. you’ve got two most flirtiest people to date

so pretty much expect to get attacked 24/7

because seriously they will out of nowhere give you that sexy ass look before leaning down to kiss you

which btw kissing your lips is their favourite past time.

100% makeout session like most of the time.

jake does it the most though. heeseung will just be playing his game.

“babe, i’m gonna order something.” heeseung says as he turns around to you and jake literally making out on the bed.

“let’s get some pizza.” jake says after he pulls away from lips. he goes back to kissing you after heeseung hums.

they are also clingy so enjoy that

| JAKEHOON aka SOULMATES

with heejake, your relationship is more chaotic but with jakehoon, it’s more chill.

when it comes to the both of them, I believe jake is more chill whilst hoon is the chaotic high energy one

literally manhandles you on the bed to get a kiss from you

“STRONG MAN.” sunghoon shouts.

jake is still cuddly but he plays it more safe.

for one thing, they will constantly ask you to choose between layla or gaeul

“babe babe, layla or gaeul?” jake says.

you can’t choose either one of them😔 they are both too adorable

“asking me to choose between layla or gaeul is literally like asking me who is the better boyfriend.” you deadpan.

“so, layla or gaeul?” sunghoon says.

you never answer that question and choose to avoid it at all cost.

ah speaking of layla and gaeul, you officially have two fur babies!

which means you are dubbed as layla and gaeul’s mother

and yes, you get to cuddle layla and gaeul. if the boys are out doing their own thing, you have layla and gaeul to yourselves

now put aside the puppers, I believe jakehoon are pretty affectionate.

sure, sunghoon is all tsundere and shit but really he just gets a little flustered to be soft.

so like just give him a big hug and cuddle

| JAYWON / MEOWZ

bro, I wanna date jaywon

THEY SEEM SO BOYFRIEND AND PERFECT CANDIDATES OF LIKE POLY RELATIONSHIP

THEY’D TREAT YOU SO DAMN RIGHT I SWEAR

jay makes dinner while you and jungwon just sit and cuddle

like hello?? that’s the most perfect scene

and if you are the same age as jay (like me😏) then both you and jay will baby jungwon

“wonie.” you pout.

“noona.” he smiles.

STOP THATS SO CUTE. I WANNA CUDDLE JUNGWON👺

UNFAIR

affection with them is the best

jay loves cuddling you

in fact, the both of them curl up to you like actual cats☹️🥺

this is them with you

I want this yoi

and yes that means you have joined the yoi cult

every single sentence you have includes yoi bc of jungwon

“jagiya, do you want to eat?” jungwon asks.

“yoi.” you answer.

“yoi.” jungwon says.

thats true love right there🫶🏻

| SUNKI aka please come back I miss you two together💔

god sunki was something else :(

i’m going to like say this was puberty and ni-ki still loves sunoo very much

I know the boy still adores him

anyways, how is it like dating sunki?

well for one thing, it feels like you are babysitting ni-ki

you wanna try to have a normal date but nah ni-ki doesn’t allow it

sunoo already planned like a picnic date

but suddenly it’s a football date??

but like the both of you aren’t complaining much, ni-ki is still baby. you want him to live out his childhood as much as possible

ni-ki is extremely cuddly whilst sunoo is okay with affection

“noona, i want a hug!” ni-ki appears out of nowhere with his arms wide out.

you give in bc ni-ki deserves it

the only time he doesn’t deserve it is when he plays pranks on both you and sunoo. neither of you can take it

“should we give ni-ki the silent treatment?” sunoo asks.

“how about no cuddles till next week?”

“noooo noona :(( please i need cuddles.” ni-ki pouts.

STOP I WANNA SQUISH HIM :(

I wont lie, yours and sunoo’s patience has definitely improved a lot since ni-ki was in the picture

like dude you may just become jay’s level of unbothered

[lillyspeakz]

ghost!wilbur headcanons;

a/n: ghost!wilbur is my own character I made and I shall share his backstory in these headcanons! But he’s- I love him. And I hope you guys do to! I have a ghost!wilbur fic here, and I will be making it a series!

warning: death, ghost!crimeboys, wil is a little protective and gets jealous, it’s lowkey sad but cute in a way? Mentions of killing yourself.

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- ghost Wilbur who had an unfortunate death in the same house he’s been in his whole life. Trapped within the same white walls with his baby brother. He was sad, it got sad. He wanted to leave, to be explore again and meet new people if he even could. He loved Tom but, they lost things to talk about sometimes, having spent 20 plus years together. Then came you.

- first interactions were rough, but once you both got comfortable with each other, he was by your side and chatting it up 24/7, yet you didn’t mind. It was nice having company, even though one of them only wanted food and the other tried his hardest to not fall in love with you.

- ghost wil who is super possessive of you and gets jealous of the slight mention of you going out or having dinner with another person. Ever since he met you, he just wants you for himself. No one else gets to have you the way he does. At least he hopes.

- ghost wil who was caught watching you sleep one night in the chair you have in your room, scaring you as you woke up in the middle of the night. His eyes widened as he went invisible, scared of what you’d say.

- ghost wil who loves to give you surprise kisses on the cheek and make you jump.

- you have tried many times to take pictures of the boys, hoping some day it’ll work yet, all the attempts were led to failure. But Wil and Tom appreciate you for trying and even if the picture is blurry, they still cherish it. Wil loves to take pictures of you! Wil literally take a picture of you at any given moment. I can if you claim you don’t look good

- when it gets cold outside, and you come in from either snow or really cold wind, Wil hates how you feel. You feel like him and that scares him so much. He wants to feel your warmth again, which he does later on that night but he does try to stop you from leaving the house everyday bc of it.

- Wilbur loves helping you clean, he doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s because when can slow dance with you during breaks or poke fun of you when you can’t which the high places.

- Tom and Wil are feins when you make them new foods! They haven’t tried anything new since they had died and new recipes have appeared since then so you made it your mission to cook for them and show them new things. Even though Tom claims he doesn’t like it… as he goes for seconds.

- now, they would never admit it. The boys are so envious of you. You who gets to go out and be with people. Meet new people and interact, go on walks in nature, feel the breeze in your hair and enjoy life. They were able to do that once. But now they watch you in the garden, watch you get out of your car with a smile on your face. They can feel the wind and the sun on their skin when the blinds are open and windows wide, but it’s not the same.

- speaking of the garden… Wil loves to watch you in the garden. Loves to hear you talk about which is which and which hat you’ll use each one for. He definitely pulls a chair up by the door and just sits.

- tom misses his mom. Misses her sweet touch and velvet voice. He misses when she would read to him, even as a teenager. When Tom feels comfortable with you and knows you won’t make fun of him, he goes to your room and ask you to read to him. Wil always whines, wanting to sleep, but you never denied Tom. Lying his head on your lap as you played with his hair, you read to him and Wil with the softest voice ever. As you looked up, you saw the boy fast asleep, as well the man beside you.

- wil loves cuddles- so much.

- wils also very jealous of your stuffed animals- he wants to be held like that!

- the boys believe that if someone else dies in the house, they’ll be set free. So if the unfortunate day ever comes, they probably won’t help you.

- they LOVE to fuck with you when their invisible. Turning lights off when your in the shower, moving items around, ect.

- wil hints at how much he would love if you could join him on the after life.

- so molly loves to come visit Tom, her and him being somewhat of a thing. Sometimes Tom possesses Molly when they go out, just to go have fun. Wil does this to you too sometimes, it takes a lot of energy though. But when molly and Tom leave, wil is all over you. Like… it’s bad. Can you blame him? You guys finally have an empty house…

- Christmas with the boys. You can interpret this.

- wil loves teasing you with light touches when he’s invisible. Loves to watch you squirm for him while talking to someone else.

- you considered killing yourself to be with the boys.

- wil holds you all the time when you come home from work at the end of the week, pulling you into him as you cry into his chest. He coos at you, upset you feel this way.

- whenever your family comes over, you hide wil and Tom the best you can so they don’t do anything stupid while they’re over. But if your bond with them is not so great- well- mission haunt the fuck out of them is on.

- wil loves your thighs, they’re so warm and soft. They’re almost like a stress ball to him and he loves to tease you as well.

- the only time Wil and Tom can actually leave the house is on Halloween….. and let’s just say they make the most out of it.

- if you make one comment about how a fictional character is hot- wil is pouting at you and lying on you in an instant as he tries to hide your eyes from the character.

- movie nights with the boys to educate them on more modern things.

- SLOW DANCING TO BLACK HOLED SUN!!!!!!

- you always forget the boys can phase through the walls, and it scares the living shit out of you. And when the boys figure this out- oh they are non stop!

- wil doesn’t feel hunger anymore, but he can taste and eat food! But whenever he does possess you, and you’re hungry, he can feel that familiar but distant pain in your stomach, groaning as it rumbles.

There’s so much more but there’s some from my old acc.

[luvtonys]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: TW: ⚠️Yandere behavior, mentions of manipulation and guilt tripping, non sexual

*𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑*

𝐴/𝑁: Ofc I can sorry it took kinda long to get out, I’ve been busy these days

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟

ꨄ☹︎✰᯾⁂

Mike definitely stood up to people when it to came to you when you guys were younger. He loved to take you for rides on his bike and still does. Mike brags about you and how beautiful and fine you are. He has a shrine dedicated to you that he keeps in his room most like under his bed, closet or, locker just anywhere he knows his parents won’t see it at.

If he ever wants to spend time with you and you don’t want you bc your hanging out with your dead beat friends that don’t even love you like he does. There will be a problem and he’ll be glaring down and scoffing at your friends the level of hate he has for them goes up 70% since they’ve become a priority over him. That’s just not gonna go. Who knows he may even try to have El take them out for him using her clear as day crush on him to use her as a weapon.

He tries to be sneaky but he’s not the fastest so you may catch a glimpse of a tall figure staring at you only for them to scrabble away quickly. Once his mom finds out about his crush on you probably bc he always talking about you or the shrine he attempted to hide in his bedroom. She may even set you to up and find your relationship adorable.

Mike finds it embarrassing but he still encourages it. He’ll even set up handouts between you too wether it be an invite to a Hellfire Club’s meeting or, a simply hanging out in his bedroom. He may even take you to the woods on his bike and try things with you like things that will get you guys closer together romantically while still denying any feelings for you to his friends in the earlier stages of his obsession.

In the end he’ll try to be normal about you since he does want a normal and healthy relationship between you too so high school will be filled with him walking you to your classes, driving to school with him and Nancy, him appearing behind your locker just waiting to get just waiting to get his daily dose of you if you didn’t ride with him and Nancy.

He definitely is the type to stalk to down whenever you don’t answer his calls since he likes having information on you and being able to know why your doing. He always has a feeling that a monster may get you or you may be taking to someone else. So he won’t leave you alone until he believes that you will call him after school. So he will try and be normal for you and establish a good relationship where you don’t feel uncomfortable with him and actually love him.

[neotrances]

i had this same feeling during the blm riots where i begged people to read more to watch videos more to try and learn about our history and the things they can look out for to help us, you don’t care, i can directly hand you everything you need to improve and you still won’t take it bc it’s too much of a burden, caring about us is too much of a burden to you, im burdend everyday by your lack of compassion but you don’t care, i couldn’t pay you to care, everyday i see people who want me dead, people who think im a chimp, people who laugh about my communities slaughter, people that make mocking videos of us, people that tweet calls of eradication, people that make websites to share pictures of our mutilated bodies, people that follow me in stores, people that think we are dirty for having afro hair, people who think we are all criminals, people that deny the horrors of the jail system, people who ignore the rates at which we are forced into the sex trade, people that don’t believe we are still being enslaved globally, and nothing i say about my experiences is enough for you to care, im never going to outlive this feeling, ill die with it, i cant even ask you to hear me without you crying out in pain when im the one whose supposed to be crying, i ask you to try and you tell me i am not worth trying for, why bother

[hahnspoetrycorner]

I’m in love with you, and it’s your fault (Lanfear x f!reader)

A/N: three fics in like a week? What is happening in my brain?

Warnings: SMUT!!! vaginal fingering, lesbian lovers, top!Lanfear, bottom!reader, fem!reader, lots of nicknames… too many of you ask me! Lanfear believing she doesn’t deserve love

Also, the badge she’s wearing in this image is the one reader gave to her to wear bc she doesn’t believe she deserves love.

“Why am I wearing this again?” Lanfear asked.

You’d recently as a joke given her a badge that read ‘I’m in love with you and it’s your fault,’ but you’d hardly let her take it off since.

“I already told you, Lanny. You have to wear that until you stop saying negative things about me loving you!” You explained once more.

“You shouldn’t love me though! I’m dangerous and temperamental and argumentative. Not necessarily loving material.” She argued once more, and you sighed as you glanced over at her from your shared bed. She’d gotten up to get changed but paused once she’d put her top on, remembering the whole thing again.

“That’s another day of wearing it!” You teased as she rolled her eyes.

You sat up slightly, leaning against the headboard as you watched her sort through her wardrobe. You admired her body from the bed. Admired her toned legs, the smooth, pale skin, the small freckles and marks. She was so beautiful, sharp jawline and cheekbones, yet the softest blue eyes you’d ever see, that always held so much emotion, carried so much life in them that she’d always deny. You swear you could just watch her forever. As you continued to stare, Lanfear paused her browsing to begin to approach you, climbing back across the bed and straddling you over the covers.

“Hmm, not paying attention at all, are you?” She snapped you out of your thoughts as she whispered against your ear, making you jump.

“Lanfear! Don’t do that,” You chuckled slightly as you playfully hit her arm. She began kissing your face, starting from your ear, moving to your cheek, down to the corner of your lips before attacking your neck with sweet kisses and gentle bites.

“You really don’t think I should love you when you treat me like this?” You muttered gently, hands holding Lanfear’s waist softly. She removed her lips from your neck reluctantly and sat up, holding your arms with her soft hands.

“I’m not the loving kind, baby. I’m not used to having someone love me or believing I deserve it. Lews… he didn’t exactly want me. It drove me to the dark, trying to get him back. I loved him that much.” She admitted and your heart sank. She didn’t want your love because she still loved another. You couldn’t stop the tears that built up in your eyes. Lanfear moved a hand to cup your cheek, her thumb gently swiping a tear away.

“But, I don’t need Lews anymore. I have you, my sweet angel. Although I don’t quite understand why, I do want to learn and accept your love, and I want to believe I deserve it. Your love means more to me than I want to admit, but I want to. And if I have to wear this badge until I learn then… I suppose I’ll have to start now.” She leant forward to kiss you, her lips soft and warm against your own as you gently made out with her. The hand that had been holding your arm drifted down to your stomach, before disappearing under the covers. You smiled into the kiss before letting go, still remaining close to her as your noses rubbed slightly.

“I love you so much, Lanfear. I want you to believe you deserve it. Lews was an idiot to let you go, but I won’t. Not so easily, anyways.” You kissed her gently once more as her fingers found your sensitive clit, giving it an experimental roll between her fingers, making you exhale slightly. You took in a deep breath, feeling her fingers continue to play with you.

“Lan-Lanfear… I’m-“ You tried to speak but her fingers were playing with you so nicely you didn’t know what to say.

“Sweetheart, I need to show you how grateful I am to have your love. Let me show you how much I love you.” She pressed kisses along your throat, her hand traveling further down to circle your entrance.

“I should be showing you- You don’t have to-“ Every time you tried to finish a sentence, Lanfear kissed you, gently stealing each sentence with her lips.

“I’m sure you can show me how much later, but for now, I want my precious angel to feel how much I love her, how much I want her,” She finally dipped a finger in, your wetness making it easy for her to slide a finger in, gently working you up as you moaned quietly, your hips thrusting slightly against her fingers.

Luckily, the large rooms in Falme meant none of the bedrooms were directly next door to each other, meaning you could be as loud as you wanted. But Lanfear was being much softer than she usually would be and you didn’t want to ruin the tenderness of the moment. She added another finger, the stretch matched with her gentle touch feeling blissful. Her lips moved to your cheek, before pulling away to look into your eyes.

“My good girl, my perfect angel.” She praised as she added yet another finger, three of them working you gently towards your release.

“D-don’t stop. Please, please Lanfear.” You begged as she pumped her fingers a little bit harder and faster, curling them slightly to hit that sweet spot she knew would make you come undone. You had a little bit longer left.

“I won’t stop, princess. I promise. I need you to feel good, but you can hold on a little bit longer, okay? My good girl.” Her praise was enough to send you over the edge but you held on for her, her free hand cupping the back of your neck as she pulled you flush against her chest. Your hips continued to thrust clumsily, trying your hardest to hold on.

“L-Lanfear-fuck- please. Please,” You begged once more, feeling her lips press a featherlight kiss to your forehead before she whispered against it.

“Let go,” As you felt yourself come done, Lanfear’s arm held you against her, feeling you moan into her chest as your release washed over you. You felt like your head was in the clouds, not connected to your body at all as you came down from your orgasm. You distinctly felt her fingers pull out of you, feeling her mutter apologies into your hair as she conjured a wet cloth to clean you up with.

“My good girl, my love. Come back to me,” Her voice was smooth as velvet as you came back to your body, her hands still holding you against her chest as she combed her fingers through your hair. Once she knew you were back and a bit more aware, she laid down gently with you on her side of the bed, your head resting against her chest as your naked legs tangled with her own again. Your head came to rest on something cold and uncomfortable. You lifted your head up and noticed it was the badge, quickly removing it from her top and throwing it across the room.

“Aren’t I supposed to wear that?” She asked, leaning her head against your own once you’d settled back against her chest.

“Tomorrow. Just wanna cuddle you right now,” You mumbled against her chest as you smiled.

“Alright, my love.” She kissed your head once more as you both settled into each other's hold, feeling content with each other's love and warmth. Lanfear felt safe, warm, cherished, but most importantly… she felt loved.

[kaiser-s-bitch]

Could I ask for Domestic Isagi hcs? Please and thank you ❤️

you can ask for anything my darling😌♥️

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Isagi Yoichi - domestic/fluff hcs || sfw

• absolutely needs his 5 minutes with you in the morning (preferably more than that tho)

• he will set an earlier alarm just so he has more time to snuggle up to you and just enjoy your presence before starting his day (will get grumpy asf if he doesn’t get that, rip his poor teammates lol)

• is generally very torn between wanting to show you off to everyone and keeping you hidden and all to himself

• he isn’t exactly "jealous" of you talking to other guys, he’s merely convinced that they don’t even deserve your presence and attention, especially when he can tell their intentions are less than pure

• whenever the two of you are going out, he’ll always keep a hand on you in some way, both to show everyone that you’re indeed his and as a subtle way to reassure both you and himself that you’re safe

• one of his nicknames for you is "my polished gem" (in reference to Ego’s way of addressing the Blue Lockers) bc as cliche as it is, in Isagi’s eyes you’re nothing short of perfect just as you are

• apart from that and the casual "babe"/"baby", his favorite pet names for you are "sweetness" and "my angel", which pretty much sums up how he sees you, even if it’s far from the truth (in your eyes at least)

• he insists on good-luck-kisses before each and every match if his team still loses he’ll just blame it on his teammates LMAO

• on a very confident day, Isagi once asked you to help him work out by sitting on his back while he’s doing pushups, but that backfired badly and mans got HUMBLED💀💀

• the funniest thing is him trying to comfort YOU and convincing YOU after the fact that it was not because you’re too heavy😭👋🏼

• unlike Otoya or Aiku, Isagi is not a player off the field, and he won’t fall for just anyone either, but when he does he falls HARD; he is the definition of "a fool in love"

• is absolutely weak to you giving him puppy eyes, he rarely denies you anything as is, but even if there’s something he refuses to do or give you… puppy eyes and a bit of whining will most likely do the trick

• you will often catch him just staring at you doing the most mundane of things, and when you question him he’ll say smth along the lines of "I just still can’t believe how damn lucky I got by landing you" (pls give him a "have you ever been shat on by a pigeon" speech LMFAO)

• on the other hand, if he ever gets into his mean girl mode towards you, you need to either A) sass him back properly or B) pretend to be genuinely hurt by his words to snap him back to reality and remind him that he’s off the court and with YOU right now

• has adopted the philosophy of never going to bed mad at each other, which normally isn’t hard with him at all because he’s a very self-reflected person that’s able to admit to and apologize for his mistakes, but he will fully expect the same from you

• and if you fail at that, he can and will go to bed mad LOL

• Isagi’s hair is actually really soft to the touch, and even though he usually doesn’t like anyone touching it, you have got free reign

• tbh he’s practically begging for you to play with it whenever he rests his head in your lap, especially after a long and rough day on the field; massage his scalp in the process and he will fall asleep right then and there, more likely than not drooling all over your lap

• has the unnerving habit of NEARLY emptying things and then putting them back instead of emptying them fully and throwing the package away; you probably once threw an empty milk bottle at him at some point

• he’s used to getting up early because he usually has to, but if you don’t have to get up yet he’ll try to not wake you when he does and just quietly gets ready for his day; he’ll definitely make breakfast for you too though

• before he leaves, he’ll always come in and give you a kiss to your forehead and tell you he loves you, whether you’re awake or not

[rashomonss]

I saw that your requests are open so I wanted to share some silly possessive Satan things, mainly fueled by the new event and all of THIS:

The new event gave us so much of Satan being possessive and jealous and just jdfbejdhwbdbshf

I can’t seem to get enough of Satan being possessive of MC, he’s just so shwdhenziavwkwb

I am just a simp. (T ^ T)

AHH SATAN MY LOVE (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

words cannot express how much i love him, and omg it magnified in this event, he was just the best I wanted to scream (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

jealous and possessive satan is a favorite of mine so i’d be more than happy to write a few little headcanons about this side of him (don’t worry bc I’m also such a simp for this man too ♡)

I’m not jealous..!

Jealous Satan who won’t hesitate to drag you off if he thinks others are taking too much of your time. Especially if it’s while your both out and about. If you get hit on at a store by a lower level demon, he’ll give them the ugliest look you’ve ever seen then push you off to another place, claiming you shouldn’t waste your time on someone like that.

Jealous Satan who wants to hold your hand but won’t out of respect, so he just looms behind you menacingly until the person finally leaves you alone. If you turn around to look at him after he’ll just smile at you, and ask if you’re ready to head somewhere else. When you question him about why that demon ran off he shrugs and claims that you shouldn’t worry about it.

Jealous Satan who will stand between you and others, interrupting your conversation with the person just to talk to you. If your comfortable enough with him, he will do this a lot. Especially if it’s in the library. For instance you had asked someone about a book and where to find it, to which they offered to help, but proceeded to end up hitting on you as well. Satan noticed and walked straight over bumping the other demon away and began speaking to you as if nothing happened.

Jealous Satan who won’t hesitate to knock the absolute shit out of someone who is harassing/ bothering you in anyway. Believe me he’s knocked a few demons out before because they were trying to spread rumors about you. After that incident no lower level demon tries to start anything with you, solely because they are afraid of you and Satan. However Satan would rather die than let you know he did something like that, he doesn’t want to worry you after all.

Jealous Satan who won’t hesitate to engage in any debate over any topic for your sake, or just to show that he’s intellectually better and more capable than that person. He’s very skilled when it comes to anything and everything, so it’s hard to imagine someone challenging him intellectually. However the idea is not impossible. There have been very few who challenge him, but of course they all end up losing in the end. He will always make sure to dedicate his win to you though ♡

Jealous Satan who will deny he is jealous whenever you try to ask him, but deep down he knows that he’s not hiding it that well. You know that too and tease him on occasion. He doesn’t mind your teasing but if you ever get jealous later he’ll remember to tease you back. If he’s honest he’s not one to get easily jealous but if your constantly pestered by someone you’ve already let down then he gets pissed. His brothers are a whole different story entirely, they never leave you alone so in return don’t blame him for being extra needy for you attention.

Jealous Satan who will engage in PDA with you to make others jealous. He will not hesitate to kiss you or even bite you in front of someone if they are trying to make a move on you. The same goes for his brothers as well. He’s bitten you in front of Mammon before and can count on both hands the number of times he’s kissed you in front of Lucifer just to piss him off. He likes to rub it in Lucifer’s face that you like him more and is always content with the reactions he gets from him. Of course don’t think he’s using you just to make Lucifer upset, that’s a bonus. He loves engaging in PDA (if you’re comfortable with it) any time and all the time. It just makes him feel better if he pisses people off in the process.

Jealous Satan who on occasion will boast about your pact with him and the fact that you are indeed his master. He won’t hesitate to show off your pact mark either, if anything that just adds fuel to his fire. He does it because it pisses off a lot of higher level demons who want a pact with you.

Jealous Satan who will always claim to know more about you and your tastes than others. He won’t hesitate to give back anything someone made for you (especially if you receive chocolates or anything of the sort on Valentine’s Day or White Day) and claim that you’re not a fan of that certain food. He’ll then add something along the lines of “you wouldn’t have given them this if you actually knew anything about them”. He even does this when others offer you books, he’ll give them back and say “make sure you ask about what they prefer to read instead of assuming”. This man will not let anyone rest.

Jealous Satan who will always go over the top for you with anything; especially when it comes to his brothers. (Remember the Wedding event?? And that whole book he wrote just to propose, and the fact that he did the same thing in the Showdown event, where he wrote another whole book and then ate chocolates with you at the end) He will always put in a large amount of effort to give you something that no one else would. He wants you to remember whatever he makes you and hopes you’ll love it in the end, and of course if you do it makes him absolutely ecstatic.

[what-thisiscrazzzy]

The worst take I see in the pjo fandom is that Percy is dumb.

Even in jokes it’s just ableist.

Throughout the original books we are shown that Percy struggles bc the school system is ableist and he has spent years being told that he is just stupid to the point he believes it when in actual fact he’s just neurodivergent. He has a disability. He is dyslexic and adhd and that was never accommodated for. In tlt the only class he understands is taught by someone who regularly teaches kids with the same disabilities. There are many points where it’s shown he is capable at school when encouraged and in the appropriate learning setting for him.

Yet I constantly see jokes were the butt of it is that he’s just dumb. Percy isn’t a genius but he’s been shown to be intelligent in various non academic settings. And to add to this I don’t think it’s ‘street smart’ vs Annabeth’s ‘book smart’ it’s just that he has never been encouraged and has been denied the ability to try being ‘book smart’

When you’ve spent your entire life being denied the aids to access education and been told that really you are just too dumb to deserve to learn of course you won’t flourish as much as you are actually capable of.

And that’s not even mentioning that he’s seen as a ‘troubled child’ and not given the same chances of others due to being kicked out of other schools for reasons beyond his control