#left one is cutie patootie baby girl

[goatyuuji]

Flirting vs Sexual harassment

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

beautiful mess | f. odair

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summary: finnick knows exactly how to comfort you in a moment of insecurity.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship, menstruation, fluff, boyfriend!finnick being a cutie patootie, angst, mild hurt/comfort, insecurity, a little overdramatic but it’s cute idc

notes: about to get my period so this is kind of self-indulgent lmao. the number of times I rewrote this is insane. i hope i didn’t disappoint <3

“You know, I think I could pull off one of those long wizard beards,” Finnick said, admiring himself in the bathroom mirror as he shaved down the slight stubble on his jaw. “Those ones that go down to your chest? I could decorate it with little seashells and twine. It’d look hot, don’t you think?”

His playful words didn’t register in your mind.

Frustrated tears threatened to spill as the hairbrush in your hand tugged harshly at the roots of your hair. Nausea was bubbling in your stomach as you stared at your reflection, feeling as though not a single human being in history had ever looked as ugly as you did right now.

“Sweetheart?”

Here you were standing next to a Greek god, meanwhile, your skin was all hot and blotchy, your hair was a tangled mess, and your stomach was aching something awful. Christ, you hated being on your period.

A hard lump was lodged in your throat; you tried to swallow it, but there was no use. Warm tears had already begun to stream down your cheeks. Unable to bear the sight of yourself any longer, you turned away from the mirror. As you reached for the bathroom door handle, a sharp unexpected cramp pierced at your insides, causing your legs to buckle and collapse to the cold tiled floor.

That was the last straw. You just couldn’t hold it in anymore. A disharmony of cries burst from your lips, reverberating around the small room as your shuddering body folded over itself. Curse the Fates for having you been born a girl.

Finnick, now switched to panic mode, quickly dropped to his knees before you, eyes wide and alert.

“Hey, hey!” he said soothingly as his hand moved to rub your back in support, though he wasn’t even sure what he was supporting.

A thousand-and-one distressing thoughts flew through his mind. Had someone died? Were you injured? Were you dying? Obviously, these ideas were a little irrational considering you were just standing next to him a second ago. But seeing the love of his life in pain and not knowing why made him fear the absolute worst.

“Baby, what happened? What’s wrong?”

All you could do was sob in response. You felt pathetic. Stupid, ugly, and pathetic. “How can you—” Another sob left your lips— “stand to look at me?!”

You could feel his hand stop moving which, illogically, made you even more upset.

“What?” he asked quietly. “What do you mean ‘stand to look at you’? Please, sweetheart. Talk to me.”

Finally, you forced yourself to sit up, revealing the tears that streaked your distraught expression. Finnick’s brows scrunched together, almost like he was in pain watching you in such a state of disarray. He tried to think of anything he might’ve done to make you feel this way because, of course, the first thing Finnick Odair would do was blame himself. But nothing came to mind.

Your heavy heart sank—he looked so worried. A part of your brain knew you were overreacting. Justa little bit. It made you feel even more terrible, knowing he was panicked simply because you didn’t like how you looked. Nevertheless….

“I look so ugly!” you cried. “My hair is all knotted, my face is all red and gross, my stomach is cramping, and—and… I’m just a mess!” You buried your face in your hands. “Why are you even with me?”

Shock was an understatement compared to what Finnick felt when those words left your mouth. Never in a million years would he believe someone like you—someone who looked like you—could ever possibly be insecure about their appearance, and now, of all times.

He gently reached out and removed the hands that shielded your face. You attempted to turn away to conceal yourself in shame, in fear that if he got too close, he would discover your flaws and see you the way you saw yourself. But he caught your chin with a single finger and compelled you to meet his gaze.

Yes, your skin was a little red and your eyes were a little bloodshot, but that didn’t mean you looked ugly. In fact, your rosy cheeks glowed with such radiance that the teardrops falling from your crystalline eyes looked like shimmering diamonds. Your lips, which were slightly quivering, were reddened and plump—an alluring contrast to the hue of your skin.

Not that he would say it given the insensitivity and selfishness of admitting such a thought, but he believed you cried quite beautifully.

“Because I don’t think you’re a mess,” Finnick said softly, ironically tucking multiple disordered strands of hair behind your ear. “You’re human, and you don’t need to look or feel perfect all the time. That’s why you’ve got me—I’ll always think the most of you. And when you’re feeling this way, I’ll always remind you so too.”

You tried to allow his compassionate words to seep into your brain, tried to turn his beliefs into your own. However, the storm of emotions inside your mind was refusing to dissipate. The insecurities just wouldn’t subside and Finnick could see it in your glossy eyes.

“Listen to me,” he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that fell across your skin. “Waking up and seeing your gorgeous face next to mine? That’s what gives me the strength to get up every morning. Those imperfections you’re so adamant about? They only make me love you so much more.

I love every part of you. Every so-called flaw, every tangled strand of hair on that pretty little head of yours.” He grinned as he consolingly ran his fingers through your hair which, in his opinion, was perfectly soft and smooth. “You’re my girl and nothing will ever make me want it any other way.”

Hearing his declaration had your heart aching in your chest. Your hand curled around his arm, needing some physical anchor to the reassuring words he spoke. There was nothing but sincerity in his voice, a sure-fire sign that he was telling the truth.

You realised you never had to worry about Finnick finding you unattractive. Though you were a little worried he was partially blind which, unfortunately, represented your own seemingly unshakeable insecurities.

“I wish I could see myself the way you do,” you whispered, voice hoarse from crying.

“I know,” he sighed. “I know, but just give it time. One day you’ll look back and wonder what the hell you were thinking. I mean, you? Ugly? Sweetheart, we might need to get you some glasses.”

You sniffled, lips stretching into a wobbly smile. “You’re an idiot.”

He lifted your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Only for you,” he quipped in response, wearing a light-hearted smirk on his lips. “Come here.”

He opened his arms, beckoning you to seek solace in his embrace. You scooted closer, sinking into his broad chest as his arms enveloped you. Your legs were folded awkwardly beneath your body and Finnick’s back ached from the lack of support behind him, but neither of you seemed to mind.

What is love without a little suffering?

His hand stroked the length of your hair, curling random strands between his fingers in admiration. Your fingertips danced across his tanned skin, amorously tracing the words ‘I love you’ over and over. You weren’t sure if he even noticed; it didn’t really matter. The sentiment remained true.

You listened to his heart beating centimetres from your ear. Thump. Thump. Thump. And you were grateful it beat for you. You were so, so grateful for Finnick. For his strong arms that soothed you in their embrace. For his lips that released a swarm of butterflies in your stomach with just a quirk of their corners. For his voice that could lift you from the deepest, darkest pit at any given moment.

So, when you whispered, “Thank you,” it was much more than a show of appreciation for his words of reassurance. It was gratitude for his existence. His entire being. For his love which echoed your own.

“Always,” he whispered in return.

Time began to pass but you remained in the same position—holding each other closely, dearly. And then as more minutes passed, rationality began to set in. You were thinking about apologising for your dramatics, but Finnick had other ideas.

“Wait, did you say your stomach’s cramping?” he asked suddenly. You simply nodded. “Are you on your period?”

Your head turned to bury your face against his chest in embarrassment. “Yes,” your voice muffled into his shirt.

Finnick grinned to himself. He didn’t want to play the stereotype card but knowing that detail helped him understand your actions a little better now.

“Well,” he began, gently coaxing you away from his chest so he could look into your eyes. “How about you come sit with me in the kitchen, hm?” He caressed the line of your cheekbone as he spoke. “I’ll cook you some pancakes and then we can both melt into the couch all day. Does that sound good?”

You pretended to think about it for a moment, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “Chocolate chip pancakes?”

He made some noise between a chuckle and a scoff. “Of course. Anything else would be a culinary tragedy.”

“Oh, Finnick Odair,” you proclaimed theatrically, winding your arms around his neck as you pulled yourself further against him. “How I love you so.”

In response, his face lit up with a stupidly lovesick grin. This man will be the absolute death of me, you silently swore. You couldn’t help but lean in and press a soft endearing kiss to each dimple that hollowed his cheeks; doing so only made his smile stretch impossibly wider.

The touch of his deft fingertips settled on the sides of your cheeks, holding your face in his hands like it was his most prized possession—technically, you were. His smile never disappeared as he leaned forward, kissing you with such ardent affection that you were afraid your heart might give out from the consuming potency of his adoration.

It tasted like salt, your tears having now dried on your lips. More importantly, it tasted like love. Warm, sweet, syrupy love.

You pulled away, murmuring against his lips, “You would look hot with a wizard beard, by the way."

He chuckled lightly, sustaining the five-second break before returning to your lips to whisper the words, “I knew it.”

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

strawberry blonde 💗

cw: fluff, sfw, cowgirl!abby, cutie patootie sugar drop baby girl abby, abby x fem!reader, modern au, lev!! , family strawberry picking date but lev found a puppy on the farm property

~ ✧ HAPPY BIRTHDAY @aanvime !! ILY POOKIE, RUSHED THIS A BIT SO YOU COULD GET IT TODAY BUT HERE YOU GO!!

abby smiled down at you, looking at your white and red sundress. You wore the boots she bought you, matching her own. Her white button up had little pink and red embroidered flowers that you had left after patching it up.

"is lev ready?" You asked, leaning against her chest, her lips grazing your forehead in a soft kiss. you nodded, knowing he was sitting out in the living room and waiting to make a comment about the matching family outfits.

she hummed, grabbing onto your hand gently, a lovesick look in her eyes as she looked over your face. the two of you eventually left your shared room, walking down the hallway and seeing lev sat on the couch, wearing a red button up and black ripped jeans.

abby let go of your hand after a moment, kissing your cheek and walking over to lev, giving him a playful hug as he groaned.

"abby!!" he said, his smile obvious as he hugged her back.

"shush, kid" she smiled, running a hand through his hair before pulling away from the hug.

~*••*~

abby pulled into the entry of a farm area, holding a conversation with lev as she parked her white truck. You looked out the window, a large white house on the right, fields away. On the left, there were fields and fields of strawberries and flowers.

abby looked over at you, smiling at your wide eyes as you took in the area ahead of you, lev making some comment about the way she looked at you.

you smiled, looking over the different colors of flowers, the bright red of the strawberries right beside white lilys and babys breath. you hadn't registered abby getting out of the car, but smiled down at her as she opened the passenger door for you, holding her hand out for you to help you out.

you took her hand, leaning into her with a bubbly smile. lev grinned, ready to make a comment.

"god, you guys are gay" he said, letting out a small laugh as abby rolled her eyes.

"ya'know whats gay, kid?" She said, kissing you with a smirk, your cheeks turning pinkish.

"ew abby!" he groaned, a jingling sound coming from behind him. he turned swiftly, seeing a large, scruffy german shepherd.

he wore a smile, kneeling down and rubbing the dogs ears, checking its collar and reading it.

"her names alice, shes the farm dog" he said, looking up at you and abby with a large smile. Alice got into a playful stance at hearing her name, running off into a flower field as lev followed, running off and playing with her in the tall sunflowers.

abby laughed softly, taking your hand with a smile and leading you to a strawberry field, being careful to make sure you wouldn't trip as she grabbed two baskets.

"cmon'', love, lets pick sum' berries" she said gently, one of her large hands on your back as she handed you a basket.

~*••*~

as you two picked strawberries, abby insisted on feeding you one every few minutes, the suns warmth heating them up and enhancing the flavor as the red fruit hit your tongue. she smiled down at you, wiping the pink juice from your lips.

she brought you to the middle of the fields, sitting down with you where the strawberries and flowers divided, the warm sun fading into cool autumn air. she toyed with your hair as you leaned against her chest. she hummed softly, one of the songs you made her listen to - chappell roan.

as it slowly got a little colder out, she spoke softly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "love you, sweetheart" she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you tight in her arms.

~

[seullovesme]

fevers and flowers w/ bae irene

i love irene, my cutie patootie pie☹️☹️☹️

pairing ⥬ irene x sick!reader

request ⥬ IRENE AND SICK GF READER DRABBLE PLEEK 😭

easy - mac ayres

irene made it a tradition to bring you at least one flower every time she visited, and she really stuck to it. she could only come so often with her busy schedule, so you made sure to take the best care of each precious flower so that she could come to a colorful arrangement filled with her gifts.

typing in your passcode into the lock, she entered the house as quiet as possible, hoping to surprise you. she immediately dashed to your flower vase with a big grin, excited to see her "pretty babies", as she liked to call them.

but to her own surprise, they were looking quite limp and dull. she frowned, knowing you would never let them reach a state like this. irene switched out the water and tried her best to care for them, saddened by their appearance. they seemed sad too.

once she was finished, irene did not pause before going to find you. pushing open your room door, she realized why the flowers were so down. their mother was sick!

you groaned as the light from the hall shined into your room, the brightness hurting your head like crazy. irene furrow her brows and climbed onto your bed, sitting beside you. she pressed the back of her hand against your forehead and felt how hot you were. despite being almost as hot as the sun, you were shivering like crazy under your thick blanket. you leaned into irene's touch and hummed, finding comfort in the touch of your girlfriend.

the sight was stressing bae joohyun out. you should've called! or at least messaged saying that you were so unwell. as she left the room, you whined, missing her already. not even a minute later, she returned with a bowl of cool water and a towel. soaking it first, she placed the towel onto your head while stroking your cheek lovingly.

"you silly girl, why didn't you say anything? i would've been here much sooner..."

you smiled at her sweet words, touched by the love of your girlfriend once again. there was never a day where irene forgot to show you how much she loved you. through her gift of flowers to her caring for you when you're sick, to even just her words, they all expressed the pure love she had for you.

"it's okay, all that matters is that you're here now."

<3

[taylormarieee]

One step at a time honey Mike Schmidt

Summary: Mike is tired all the time so you help with different things one step at a time.

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Kissing, Desperate Mike, Abby being cute, dance party(for like 5 secs), Reader being helpful, Mike being a cutie patootie,suggestive, Happy ending!

Mike was very hard-working but also extremely forgetful at times. That's why he was so grateful to have you.

His job was really taking a toll on him, especially since he works nights now. You were always over, you practically lived there.

So he was always glad when you were over to babysit Abby. Abby took a big liking to you.

While he was away, you and Abby were watching TV. You didn't know Mike was already on his way home before going back to work.

You and Abby heard this really cool song on the Tv and started dancing.

Jumping up and down and spinning all around with the little girl on your back.

You both pretend you rockstars before you hear the door click shut. You both turn around in surprise before your eyes lay on Mike staring at the both of you.

"Hi Mike!" Abby screams running up to hug her older brother! You smile at him and open your mouth to speak.

"Hi mikey, how was work?" You ask in that sweet voice he loves so dearly.

"It was uhm, tiring." He says with a slight nod. "Did Abby eat yet? Cuz, you know she has to get to school soon."

"Yea she ate already, She's already dressed but she wanted to watch some tv before we go." You respond with a smile on your face.

"I also left some food in the microwave for you. It's some pancakes and bacon with eggs." You respond before grabbing your keys and getting Abby's bookbag.

"Come on let's go Abby." You order, "Hurry and get to the car." You say.

"But I don't wanna!" Abby screams out.

"Abby! What did I just say? Get in the car now!" You say sternly.

"I don't have time for your games Abby. I now have to get to work, you had your fun, it's time to go." You respond with a sternness that shook both Abby and Mike.

"I-I'm sorry Abby, sometimes I forget your not MY sibling. Just quickly get in the car, we'll play some music on the way there. Ok?" You respond.

Your relieved when Abby's smile comes back to her face and she nods. She quickly sprints towards the car and you chuckle a bit to yourself.

"Mikey? Are you going to be ok? I'll skip work if you need me too!" You say looking at him concerned.

"You seem so tired baby." You say with sadness laced in your voice. He looks at you with those big puppy dog eyes he always has.

"I'm ok baby, I promise." He responds. You have been dating Mike long enough to know when he's lying but you'll play this game a little longer.

"hm, ok, I'll be back after my shift ok? Get some sleep baby." You say before quickly running out the house. "I LOVE YOU!" You yell out while hopping in the car.

Mike chuckles before whispering a faint ' I love you too' to you as he watches you drive off.

Mike stands there not knowing what to do. He wishes he didn't lie to you. Of course he wasn't ok, He needed you badly to be here for him right now. To be here to take care of him.

He sighed before slouching down on the couch. He slowly dozes off before the TV awakens him again.

He quickly curses and turns the TV down. Thank god Abby wasn't here to scold him and make him put money in the swear jar.

He quickly finds a spot and dozes off again. He's awaken about 35 minutes later when you bust through the door quietly whispering his name.

"Mikey?" Your sweet voice easily alluring him out of his sleep. "Hmm Baby?" Mike responds drowsily.

"Wait, baby? Why aren't you at work?" Mike questions. You chuckle to yourself, "Mike, I've been with you long enough to know when your lying." You respond.

"Guess you caught me, I really need you right now." Mike whispers trying to reach out for you.

"In a second Mikey, We need to start dinner early. I know your going to be too tired to do it after Abby gets picked up so come on, were making pasta!" You say quickly placing the groceries you bought on the table.

"Abby's favourite." Mike says smiling. "She likes the really big meatballs for some reason. Like the ones in cartoons." He continues slipping his hands around your waist.

"Mhmm But i need you, badly. Come to the bedroom, we can make dinner later." Mike speaks lowly.

"Mhmm, as much as I would love that, I'm serious Mikey. Such a desperate boy." You respond smiling.

"Mhm, ok. I respect it. I'll get started on the Pasta." He says going towards the bags to grab the pasta.

You take out a pot from the cabinet and hand it to him. He walks towards the sink and fills it up.

"See, this isn't bad at all! I'm helping one step at a time honey!" You say smiling at him.

"And I'm forever grateful." Mike responds admiring you in the kitchen light.

Time skip!!!!

After dinner was done, you went to go pick up Abby. You walk through the door.

"Mikey were home." You call out. You tell Abby to go to her room and put her stuff down. "Abby, go take a shower when your done to ok." You respond.

You walk into Mike's room to find him with a towel low on his waist, his hair wet and little water droplets on his back.

God you never can catch a break with Mike, he was so hot!

"Mikey, you-you look good." You say biting your lip. You smile when you hear him chuckle.

"Get your mind out of the gutter hun." He responds walking over to you.

"Speak for yourself Mr. Let's-forget-about-dinner-and-go-to-the-bedroom." You say with your arms crossed.

This time he laughs out loud. "Ok, you got me there. Let's go eat." He responds.

"Nuh uh! Not before I shower first. Abby already took a shower she should be out now getting dressed so yea, your welcome." You say getting undressed.

"Wow. It always takes me forever to get her to shower. I don't know what I'd do without you." He says admiring you in the crack of the bathroom door.

"You'd probably die." You respond laughing. You both laugh for a while when your in the shower.

You get out and get dressed. When you get outside the table is already set and Mike and Abby are sitting at the table waiting on you.

"Aww, a family dinner, how cute." You say with a wide smile on your face.

Mike stands up and gives you a long, compassionate kiss before being interrupted by an impatient and hungry Abby.

"Come on! Hurry up! You guys can kiss later!" She complains making a disgusted face.

You laugh and sit down. You all dig in as a family and eat dinner. God Mike wouldn't know what to do without you.

What did he do to deserve such a lovely person like you...

Taglist: @sinsandsweetness @writella @number1gal @versatilehater @murdrdocs @smutinlovealt @grixonsdoll

[xhoneywheatx]

Nap Time

Warnings: None Category: Tooth rotting fluff 💜 Summary: A little more DILF Levi content. Slightly proofread.

The gentle breeze let in from opened windows made Levi tighten his grip around your sleeping form to try and give you as much of his body heat to you as possible. You subconsciously snuggled deeper into his chest upon feeling him pull you closer eliciting a rare smile from him. In his other arm was his adorable toddler clutching to her teddy bear, "Mr. Stuffykins," as if her little life depended on it as she slept. And, on his lap rested the black and white tabby you adopted shortly after your daughter's birth. The kitty purred lightly as she slept sending barely there vibrations through Levi's lower abdomen, he found rather comforting. You four were currently resting in your living room with the TV switched off from being idle for too long. 

How did he get here you wonder?

A few hours earlier, you decided to have a bit of family time and dragged Levi out of his office to watch a Disney movie with your daughter. There was so much work piled up on his desk he almost rain-checked until he saw the cute little pout his daughter gave him. He could never say no to her cutie patootie face. That, and he's never hear the end of it from you knowing your child would be upset for a few days after until she forgot all about it. 

About an hour into the movie about a princess with absurdly long blonde hair, Mittens decided to join in the family huddle and share the warmth. Levi noticed your daughter starting to nod off and was about to turn off the TV for nap time before she interjected. "I no sleep daddy. Ma- my eyes open. See!" She spoke with wide hazel eyes and a determined look on her face. You and Levi shared a laugh before telling her you both believed her. Not even five minutes later, she was out like a light holding Mr. Stuffykins cuddled into Levi's left side. 

He let her sleep for about 15 minutes before he decided that he was going to pick her up and take her to her room for a nap. "Sweetheart," he called out before looking down at you on his right side. His eyes softened upon seeing you sleeping soundly snuggled into his chest, and that's also when he noticed the gentle purr of Mittens on his lap. 

So, that's how he ended up in this situation.

His little family. 

The swell of his heart was too much to bare when he realized that he was the safe space. For you, Kuchel, and Mittens. All three of his girls decided to come to him for comfort. This happens all the time, but never all at once. He might get you and Kuchel to cuddle with him 15 minutes max before she's chasing Mittens around the house with Mr. Stuffykins in tow. He knew that he had a bunch of daddy's girls in the house, but not once has he ever complained! 

After the war ended some time ago, Levi was left with a significant injury to his leg. He tried his best to rehabilitate himself with you, a nurse, to get himself back to normal. The closest he got to normal was using his wheelchair on bad days and a cane on his better days. He's still making progress, but more now since your energetic caramel gum drop was now three and very much full of energy. She hadn't quite grasped that Levi was permanently injured, but she was very perceptive, noticing the little winces he made when he overused his knee. 

"Da sit wif me!" Was her way of telling him that she knows he's hurting without saying it out loud. Levi was very grateful for his little girl. Having her cuddled up against him for so long made him realize how big she's actually grown. It gives him a bittersweet feeling in his chest. 

Maybe he should give you another one?

Making another little light-skinned baby was a conversation he'd bring up to you later. Right now, he decided to join the family nap time. Levi carefully moved his arm from around baby K and gently dug his fingers in Mittens' fur to get her to move for a bit. The cat opened her big green eyes and immediately jumped down into a big stretch. 

While she did that, Levi moved Kuchel onto his chest and pulled you both with him to where he went from sitting straight up to laying down on the couch. There was plenty of space for the both of you to be comfortable with your baby girl on his chest. You stirred a bit from being suddenly moved, but you didn't break consciousness. You slightly readjusted yourself and threw your leg over his hips while simultaneously draping your arm over your baby girl. 

MIttens jumped back on top of your family huddle after Levi carefully draped the throw blanket over everyone. He brushed your kinky curls from your forehead and planted a kiss there before whispering, "I love you sweetheart." He'd do the same to baby K and then gently petted Mittens earning a quiet meow! from her. 

As he closed his eyes and drifted off, Levi knew that he was in the right place. Right here in this beautiful suburban house in Marley with his three girls enjoying a midafternoon nap. 

Yep. 

This was it. 

True love and peace. 

Happiness. 

[superficial-ly]

C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.

[slytherinshua]

IM SO EXCITED YOU DONT EVEN KNOW!!! AGAIN, CONGRATS!! ITS ALL WELL DESERVED AND IM HAPPY I CAN BE HERE AND WAYXH U GROW BC!!! IR TALENT SHOULD BE APPRECIATED!!

now to the req…. hehehe….. let me tell u how excited i was when i saw you’re taking k-dramas KMG!!!! so obv…

YUL FROM AOS!!! yul my beloved he’s such a cutie patootie– anyways… fluff: 39, 53 and other: 30!! idk i just feel like it suits him!!

MASTER YUL

genre. fluff. master x pupil trope. warnings. kissing. spoilers for aos ig? its not rly set in any particular episode but park jin is still the leader of songrim so i'd say loosely around ep 10-12. pairing. seo yul x fem!reader. wc. 2.1k. a/n. ahhhh axe tysm for requesting smth for yul 😭 our baby 🫶 i kinda got carried away with this and then didn't proof read it so idk how good it is lol but i had fun writing it!!

“Give me one chance. I can hold my own in a fight. I will do anything it takes.” You pleaded, practically begging at the steps of the training centre in Jeongjingak. 

People from low class families, and especially women were never accepted into Songrim Jeongjingak. Everyone in Daeho knew that, and you’d have to be a fool or stupidly brave to try to say otherwise. You were probably both given that you were standing by the doors of the training centre at the moment, your slightly scuffed up clothing and long hair giving you no favours. 

You wanted to blame your father for your current situation, but since he was currently cold in his grave and you respected him too much, you didn’t let your thoughts wander in that direction. 

He had always insisted that you needed to know how to defend yourself, starting at a young age. After years of burdensome training, you started to finally feel the rush and satisfaction of a fight. After years of complaining about the lessons your father taught you, you finally wanted to learn spells. You wanted to use the energy inside your body. You desperately wanted to feel like you were useful, powerful, capable. 

You excelled in all the ladylike areas, from sewing and needlework, to gardening, to singing and dancing thanks to your mother. But they were all just so boring. Your habit of spending your entire day in the public library reading all the books on spells started when you were 14. It only grew over the next few years until your father knew you wanted more than he could offer you.

He wasn’t a highly skilled mage, and in his lifetime had not needed to progress beyond Jipsu, the ability to gather the energy of water. You had mastered that years ago and had progressed to tackling the skill of Ryusu. You tried hard to master it on your own once your father taught you all his lessons, but it was a near impossible task.

You needed a master, but none would accept you as their pupil. After almost every master in the country turned you down for various reasons, you turned to your last option - Songrim.

Face to face with Lord Park, one of the most renowned mages in the capital, and the current leader of Songrim, you held your head high as he refused your pleas.

One look at you had him and the other mages glaring you down and shaking their heads with disapproval. They wouldn’t even give you a chance. Dozens of remarks were thrown at you. You let them pass through one ear and out the other, not letting these men get the chance to see you turn away defeated. You were already risking your pride begging them, but you wouldn’t leave without being able to showcase your skills first. 

“You really think our masters would waste their time and energy on a girl like you with no potential?” One rude young mage sneered, and you bowed your head further, finally feeling your blood boil with rage. You gripped your sword tight enough that your knuckles turned white, resisting the urge to unsheathe it and hold it to his neck. 

I have more potential in my left pinky finger than you or any of your ancestors have had for the past 300 years, you whispered under your breath in spite, making sure it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear it.

You were unaware of a party of mages returning to the training centre at the moment, and the one leading the way seemed to have picked up on what you were mumbling. He stood next to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at you.

“Cha Beom is an asshole, but I wouldn’t waste your words on him.”

You glanced to the side, surprised that someone was taking your side. As you looked him over, you were sure you had seen him somewhere before. His face was fair and handsome and his clothes were neat. He looked pristine and well-mannered, but more than anything, he looked like he stuck to the rules. He was probably the last person you pictured sticking up for someone like you. You also thought that the word ‘asshole’ didn’t fit coming from his mouth.

“I’ll spar with her. If she can beat me, let her train here. If she can’t, then I’ll train her myself.” The mage said confidently. Your eyebrows furrowed at his brazenness. Wouldn’t he get reprimanded for speaking such an outlandish thing?

But he didn’t.

You watched as Lord Park sighed and waved the young mage off. An older man, Master Heo, started to protest, but upon Lord Park’s clear disinterest in continuing the situation, he was silenced.

“Do what you wish with her, Yul. Train her yourself.”

The mage smiled at Lord Park and bowed before turning to you, “So, Y/n. Let’s see those skills, hm?”

“How do you know my name?”

“I know a lot of things.” He remarked.

“Do you really have what it takes to train me? Aren’t you just another mage at Jeongjingak?” You questioned with uncertainty, earning a scoff from the young mage. 

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” He asked in disbelief. 

“Should I?”

He nodded, “Let me explain it. I have always been the top student at Jeongjingak; I mastered all the books, reached Chisu in a short amount of time, and people always come to me when they need help. That is me, Seo Yul.”

“Ah… I see. You’re smarter than you look, then.” You concluded, walking forward.

Yul paused, eyes blinking and head turned to the side in thought, “Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?” He called out to you, making you turn around again.

“It was meant to be neither, though I suppose you are… decent.”

“Decent?”

“Mm… Your looks aren’t exactly my style, but even I can’t deny that you’re not too bad.” You continued, smile widening every time his face further scrunched in confusion. Teasing him was more fun than you thought.

“Is this how you’re going to treat your new master?” 

“Why? You don’t like it?”

“You’re just very… blunt.”

“I’m sure you’ll get used to it, Master Yul.” 

Yul’s eyes widened slightly, the formality of the new name was far from the regular “Young Master Seo” he was used to hearing. Hearing it from you brought him some strange satisfaction and warmth. It was strange.

//

Yul was a hard master to please. More often than not, you felt like he was disappointed with you because he always kept a straight face. He always forced himself to hide his affection for you for fear that it would distract from your training, which frustrated you. You clinged onto the moments where he let his true emotions shine through just a bit. The lingering stares and little smiles— from those small moments you were sure that he was actually a warm person, and not the cold, strict master like he appeared on the outside. You just needed to find a way for him to break the facade. 

Because he was so skilled himself, impressing him only happened once in a blue moon. You tried your best, and improved quickly under his guidance. He would train you rigorously every weekday after his own training at Jeongjingak. Usually you would be by the river, using the rough and difficult terrain to your advantage. It definitely helped with your dexterity and swiftness. After just a few months, you had mastered Ryusu.

The bright smile on Yul’s face when you were finally able to gain energy from the water was one you would never forget. He even laughed a bit, and you swore you were happier about making him happy than progressing in your training.

Your love for teasing Yul never went away. His expressions were just too adorable to make you want to stop, and you felt that they gave him a small break from the pressure he was under as the eldest son of the Seo family. 

You were thinking about all your little habits you had picked up around Yul, when it hit you. How you felt that warm fluttering feeling in your stomach when you saw him smile, and the heat crept onto your cheeks whenever he had to touch your hand to show you a proper placement for a spell. That wasn’t a normal master-pupil thing. You liked him. 

As you packed up your supplies one late night by the river, his perfect face kept flashing in your mind. His cute smile curving on his lips like when you mastered another spell, the subtle curve of his nose, the plush berry colour of his lips, the softness in his eyes. He was truly one of the most pure humans you had ever come into contact with, and your adoration for him only grew everyday. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” You scolded yourself under your breath. Now that you were aware that you were in love with him, how much harder would it be to go to training with him? You were sure you were going to be flustered and tripping your own two feet the next time you tried to work on your spells with him.

“Who are you calling stupid?”

You flinched and turned around, seeing Yul sitting in one of the trees by the bank, watching you pack up intently. 

“Myself. Why’re you still here?” You asked, cheeks heating up when he jumped down from the tree smoothly and crouched down next to you to help you pack the rest of your things.

“Because my pupil is still here even though the sun has already set long ago.” He said, a smile playing on his lips but he suppressed it like always. His hand moved to pick up the bottle of medicinal herbs you had to put in your bag and his fingers brushed against yours, your cheeks heating up even more at the action. In a panic, you realised the moon shining down on you was just enough light for Yul to pick up on the colour of your cheeks. You silently cursed him for noticing every little detail about you.

“Wait… Are you blushing?” He asked with uncertainty. You backed away slightly, whispering a hushed “no” and hoping he would drop the subject. You weren’t used to this side of him, and your nerves grew every time his face inched closer to yours. How was he always so calm and collected while able to make you so flustered?

“Let me check your breathing technique, Y/n.” Yul said quietly, hand gently resting on your stomach. You looked up at him with wide eyes, breathing in short fast puffs. You saw his lips stretch into what looked like a smirk. “Your breathing is completely off. What did I tell you about practising it even when you’re not training?”

“I… I’m sorry. I must’ve… forgotten.” You mumbled, mind spinning as you wondered why his hand was still touching you.

“Do I need to remind you more often?” He asked, head tilting as he looked at you fondly. You stayed silent, wide eyes staring into his like he had put you in a trance— as if you were incapable of looking away.

Your eyes moved faster than your brain as they flickered down to his lips for a split second. If your brain was able to make a sound, it would be screaming at you right now. Why the heck would you do that? There was no way Yul wouldn’t catch on to it. You’re screwed.

You couldn’t think or even breathe when you saw him leaning in, eyes blinking closed until his soft lips finally met yours. Your cheeks burned as you kissed him back. You couldn’t think about anything but him - the feeling of having him so close, your hearts racing in sync, him pulling you closer by the waist. Your hands moved on their own, gently carding through the soft hairs at the back of his head until he eventually pulled out, still holding you close.

You caught your breath and calmed your racing heart, whispering a soft, “...Did you just kiss me?”

“Yes.” He smiled. You wondered when he got the power to steal all your confidence.

“Can you… do it again?” 

“I didn’t know you liked it that much.” He smiled, eyes glimmering, moonshine reflecting off his face, "I guess my looks are a bit more than just decent?" He teased as he leaned in once more, pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

[sparkwrldsz]

mei & vocal unit ✧

mei and jeonghan [angels]

the babygirls of Seventeen

they are so cutie patootie

Jeonghan takes great care of Mei too but in a less protective way.

Even if Mei doesn't have that much energy, she's still not part of the tired line. So you will still see her at concerts jumping next to jeonghan while he is like this 🧍🏻‍♂️

voices of angels, you literally listen to them and feel like you entered heaven.

jeonghan bothers her a lot, bites or pokes on the arm at random times

he calls her mini mei

mei trusts him a lot and feels very comfortable around him.

mei and joshua [cinnamoroll duo]

Apparently they are the most """normal"""" (they are not)

Joshua really enjoys listening to Mei speak Chinese, he is always so amazed by it

they really share a deep and meaningful connection

Joshua is a very good listener so he provides a sense of comfort to mei

they share many late-night conversations

they can sit next to each other in complete silence and it won't be uncomfortable

he also thinks mei is very cute, he always says "haha cute!" in that tone that he uses

She really believes he's a gentleman, the way he acts with her and the other girls prove it

mei and woozi [orange cat x black cat]

she thinks he is the cutest

but also the coolest

the way mei's mind blows when she sees him composing in the studio

She teases him a lot about his gym obsession and that she is 2 inches taller than him

the biggest wooahae enthusiast

Woozi still can't believe that Mei has grown so much.

He is really proud of her and always praises her about her vocals.

mei says her biggest inspiration is woozi

mei and dk [sunshines]

Dk is Mei's constant source of positivity and happiness

they are also both very sensitive

cry babies

they are very affectionate with each other, always hugging or getting pats on the back

They really enjoy spending time together, whether it's going out to eat or just taking a walk.

mei gave DK a crown in honor of his Excalibur musical, which she was really proud of.

They share laughs together constantly, Mei finds DK to be naturally funny.

When the majority takes care of Mei a lot because she is the youngest, she takes a lot of care of DK. She is always there for him and he considers her as his confidant.

mei and seungkwan [partners in crime]

BESTFRIENDS

always together everywhere

Mei is Seungkwan's defender, she will always be on his side

them playing the mafia game: A disaster

seungkwan introduced mei to the 98 line group of friends so she became very close to SinB and Moonbin

They both take good care of each other when they go through difficult times.

The duality of both is really WOW one day you see them acting the cutest and the next day they look like this ^

The vocals of both in "Ash" left every Carat speechless.

[beeisntevenhere]

write me a Kirishima X reader fluff...i'll pay you a free space in my bed

☆ Look at me writing ! And kirishima too thats very cutie patootie sorry this was kinda rushed

☆Also I'll gladly take space in your bed ml <3

☆Warnings!! Honestly there isnt really that many warnings, she's just kinda sad that's it😭

★・・・・・・★

As always english isnt my first language so if you see any spelling errors I'm sorry !

I tried my best with this 😗

"You're not useless"

☆Kirishima x reader

Being a pro-hero was hard.

Ejiro knew it,you knew it,you were one, in fact

At least until an accident left you incapacitated for the time being, which meant you couldn’t do your job as much as you wanted to.

So now instead of spending your nights wildly outside fighting villains, helping civilians, and being adored by fans, you spent your nights in a much more serene fashion, laying on your fancy fluffy grey couch, adorned with the softest pillows money could buy. And watching whatever was on TV, or more commonly, whatever TV show or movie was popular

This routine, while comforting and peaceful, was, to tell the truth, very boring and repetitive, and when you’ve been doing this for far too many days the bright blinding lights of the TV start to take a toll on your eyes, you’re overwhelmed. The whole time since your accident you’ve been incredibly useless. While your friends and even the love of your life were out there every day fighting for a brighter future, you’re here rotting. Incapable of doing anything.

Before you even knew it, tears were streaming out of your eyes, and the whole situation just came crashing down on you. Your emotions were going haywire, and clearly, the time you had been taking off work was taking a psychological toll on you.

You were too busy crying and being encapsulated in your own misery to notice the sound of the door opening and the soft footsteps that followed on your hardwood floor until the instigator of said noise was right in front of you looking terribly worried

"Pretty girl…?" he said gently, carefully positioning himself to get a better look at you, Ejiro's eyes widened as soon as he saw the tears cascading down. His eyes softened as he held your chin with both of his hands, carefully wiping said tears, "Baby,please talk to me" he whispered, He could hear the erratic breathing and could basically feel the sadness radiating off of her.

With as much strength as you could conjure up in your constricted throat, you let out a pitiful "I’m sorry" followed by more stinging tears and Ejiro was way past the point of worry, Still softly caressing your cheeks, he himself got on the couch right in front of you, "listen to me pretty girl is that okay?" you weakly nodded and he kept talking "I’m not sure what has gotten you so upset but I’m here okay just pay attention to me and focus on my breathing" He took your hand and delicately placed it on his chest "just follow my rhythm" You felt his chest rise and fall, and slowly but surely you began to copy his inhales and exhales. Now slightly more level headed he looked you at you curiously, waiting patiently.

You had to explain to him why you were pathetically sobbing and let him in on what had been weighing on your mind the past few weeks.

Looking down at the floor, you shamefully admitted, "I'm useless Kiri"

And he was silent. You sat there expectantly awaiting his reply, but it never came. When you looked back up at him, you barely had a chance to process anything before his lips came crashing down into yours, and while it was unexpected, Ejiro’s kisses were never unwelcome. His hand was adoringly cupping your chin as his warm lips collided with yours. The kiss ended as abruptly as it began as he instead pulled away.

Landing a gentle peck on your forehead, then your knuckles,your neck, your check.

"You're not useless baby" he murmurs in between kisses.

"You would never be useless" he repeats, then, reaching for your face, you lock eyes.

"I love you so much. You light up my world every single day. I come home every night, and I look forward to seeing you every time" Some choked-up sobs slightly escape your lips. "But I’m stuck here. I can’t go out and help anyone anymore! i- " "Because you already have, you have this injury because you’ve saved so many people. Your not useless." Ejiro interrupts, his voice breaking as he touches foreheads with you. "Please don’t ever say that pretty girl"

He interlocks your hand with his as he carefully lays down on the sofa. As you bury your face in the crook of his neck and cling on to him for dear life, he nudges closer to your head, whispering in your ear some sweet reassurances. "It’s okay." "I’m here for you baby"

A/N:I love kiri so much he's def in my top 5 mha characters, I don't rll like how this turned out tho😭

Anyways I am still taking requests so if you would like to request stuff you can :D And if you don't know my request rules you can find them here! REQUEST RULES

☆If you see any typos or find anything triggering that I forgot to correct or tag pls dm me so I can change it

-Bee⭐️

[cherry-treelane]

entering the battlefield and starting season 10 episode one just to remind myself how bad it is cause im bored... gonna keep updating this

1) THE INTRO REPLACED HELL NAW..... debbie could never pee as iconically as fiona did. this is some next level disrespect lets not mess with tradition.

2) THE MISSED CALL FROM FIONA IM THROWING UP.

3) debbies face 😒 SHES NOT PICKING UP THE CLOTHES AND THROWING THEM DOWN THE CHUTE AS ICONICALLY AS FIONA DID. SHE COULD NEVER.

4) LIAMMMMMMM HES SO CUTIE PATOOTIE <3

5) "anything found in the upstairs hallway can now be found in the backyard!" girl shut up fiona would never do this

6) the food that debbies making for breakfast looks nasty fionas cooking never looked this raggedy

7) "listen up people. for the last time. im not fiona" damn right shes not she could never even be half of her 😭 "ive got my own kid to raise" SHE HAD FIVE.

8) CARLS BEARD? WOAH WOAH WOAH I ALWAYS FORGET HES NOT A BABY AND HES CAPABLE OF GROWING ONE

9) UNCLE KEV AND AUNTIE V <3 AND LIAM EATING BREAKFAST WITH THEM THIS IS REAL FAMILY

10) this is so boring sorry not sorry its just regurgitated dialogue and recycled concepts...plus can fiona please come back and save us from debbie

11) "fiona. fiona. fiona, fiona, fiona, fiona.." my sentiments exactly frank. POOKIE PLEASE RETURN THE SHOW IS CRUMBLING TO PIECES

12) youre telling me fiona left half of that money for the whole family like the selfless woman she is so that she could still be caring for them in some way even when she didnt live with them and debbie busted it on this little vanity dress-up room.......

13) "victorias secret it is." trust me debbie no one wants to know your secret

14) debbie wearing a red dress.... yeah fiona did it better in season 7

15) i stopped watching halfway i couldn't bear it anymore its so flat. it was the same way in season 9 tbh but fiona made it bearable so i don't remember it as negatively as i see s10 rn 😭 also i love how all ive done is talk about her when she wasnt physically in a single scene ...she'll just always be better and relevant 🤷‍♀️

[mangora]

Finally watching episode 9 so here are some live notes:

•Aiden falling over when Tess gave him the water bucket was a peak visual gag

•Alec??? Alec hello???

•Yul with Kai’s shirt…toxic yaoi scraps…

•Oh my god fuck this guy

•Grett you poor baby holy shit???

•LETS GO RIYA GO OFF QUEEN

•Riya looked up to Grett omg…

•FUCK HIM UP ALEC oh my god I hate Yul Grett needs to dump his sorry ass

•I don’t really know how I feel about how they’re portraying Gabby’s mental health. Idk it’s just kinda off

•I love Jake but how much longer are we going to do this TomJake subplot fuck me it’s so boring

•The Ally and Jake beef is kinda sucky too. Also what’s Jake been doing for the last nine episodes if not trying to improve? Wh

•Jake I could fix you

•Tom’s totally lying about his boyfriend huh

•YEP okay

•Also Aiden and Tom bonding over their scars is kinda cute

•Tom still thinks about him??? Okay we’re getting somewhere I’ll let them cook

•Emily I love you so much Emily. Trevor too. Power friendship

•Girl why are you eating a raw carrot. Creature

•I’m still sad that we didn’t get any real Jake/Ellie interactions after they set up a rivalry between them in season one. Come on. Toxic friends. Or rivals who can’t let go of a past platonic bond

•When are we going to get a non-elimination episode it’s been like eight eliminations in a row now I think

•Jake…buddy…

•FUCK EM UP GRETT

•“Ok ok I’m sorry” immediately when Ashley tells him what to do. He’s such a lapdog I love him

•TESSALLY CRUMBS

•JAKE!! FUCK YEAH KILL HIM!! HE’S SO BACK!!

•I’m so proud of him

•Tom <3 I don’t really like him this season but he’s still my cutie patootie yk

•ALLY BABYGIRL YOU DID IT

•Can you guys tell who my favorite team is yet

•I feel like Gabby isn’t really acting villainous yet. Kinda let down on that front tbh

•Yul kinda seems vaguely attracted to Tom

•If Riya goes home…

•Why has no one voted for Yul yet

•Sorry but when did Grett like make up with Gabby? Wouldn’t it make sense for Gabby to still hold a grudge against her for season one? She holds grudges, we know she does, she did it in season one and she’s doing it now

•Listen I get Gabby’s anger but Tess, Aiden, and Tom are right like all of these people would betray Gabby at any other point given the chance and Alec fucked Ellie over multiple times

•Man I miss their friendship actually

•IF RIYA GOES HOME…

•OH MY GOD IS IT TESS

•FUCK

•ONC stop voting off some of your strongest characters before the merge challenge fuck off I’m so sick of these eliminations

•Gabby kinda ate tho

•“Someone say bye to Ally for me” sobbing

•Gabby you’re so babygirl I’m going to miss your friendship with Tom so much

•OLIVER’S BACK

•Wait are Tom and Jake going to talk next episode then? I mean I guess I’m excited but…also not really because it’s probably going to end how it always does. With them just moping and not resolving anything. Augh

Overall the episode was okay I guess? Animation is wonderful as always but I’m really sick of the same like three plot threads being drawn out and of an interesting character going home every single episode without being fully developed beforehand. I feel like the writers— as much effort and love as they’re putting in— aren’t very organized and could use a lore Bible or a clearer outline, because some plots and character arcs are just dropped randomly, and some aren’t resolved in a very sensible or well-paced fashion. That’s not to say the writing is entirely bad, the writers clearly have some good ideas and the dialogue gets better every episode, but I think they need to balance the story better and plan out what they’re going to do with each character more effectively— it would also be nice to have some more relationships between characters instead of each character having 1-2 focal relationships with a few vague allies or enemies outside of that, considering how much time we have left with the season still. But that’s just a matter of preference on my end, I <3 complex relationship webs.

[timmburrton]

Character Representation: Jacob Portman

Name: Jacob Bowen

From Englewood, Florida {Moved to Newport, Wales, Welsh Family}

He // Him || Gay, Demisexual || 21 {July 18 // Cancer} || 5’6”

Occupation: Archivist {in a Library} and Author, Illegal Motorcycle Racer {Hobby}

Peculiar Power: Librarian, Can see Hollows

Appearance: Short Wavy Raven Black Hair, Hazel Eyes, one Earring on his Left Ear, Tattoos on his Arms Back and Chest, Alternative Aesthetic, Button Ups, Black Slacks, Combat Boots, Dresses Down a lot, Super Dramatic from time to time, Rings, Necklaces, Anklets

Personality: Soft, Caring, Very Open Minded, Loving, Can be Stern, Adorable, Golden Retriever Personality

Likes: Daisies, Maggie, Family, Caring for the People he Loves, Acts of Service, Giving Gifts, Video Games, Racing, his Bike, Kisses, Hugs

Dislikes: Unnecessary or Unwanted Pain, Horror, Gore, Too Much Blood, Porcelain Dolls, Bullies

Values: Family; As a dad to a 4 year old girl family is really important to him. He needs people to have some kind of family mindset and someone who will love and take care of Maggie. It’s been Maggie and him for a long time and he’s nervous about something disrupting that and coming in and hurting his little girl. Is a little nervous about liking someone just because most people don’t want to date a single dad.

NSFW: Soft Dom {Might Sub if Asked and Comfortable}; Cross Dressing {Receiving}, Dressing Up {Receiving}, Pet Play {Puppy Boy, Giving and Receiving}, Roleplay, Size Kink, Toys {Giving and Receiving}, Collaring, Light Bondage {Giving and Receiving}, Shibari {Giving and Receiving}, Light Choking {Giving and Receiving}, Light Marking {Giving}, Light Burning {Giving}, Wax Play {Giving}, Oral {Receiving}, Overstim {Giving}, Edging {Giving}, Mirror Sex, Somnophilia, Dacryphilia, Impact Play//Spanking {Giving}, Cum Play {Giving and Receiving}, Spit Play, Fisting, Blindfolds {Giving}, Light Whipping {Giving}, Back Shots {Giving and Receiving}, Cum Shots {Giving and Receiving}, Face Shots {Giving and Receiving}, Nicknames {Prince, Baby, Puppy, Etc., Giving and Receiving} {Is willing to do most kinks but might domdrop with harder kinks. Is willing to sub but will only when super comfortable.}

Relations Within the bot: Maggie {Daughter, Cutie Patootie🌸}, Enoch {Best Friend; Goth Moth🦋}, Horace {Best Friend, Best Roomie🥰}, Victor {Best Friend; Best Babysitter🍼}, Emma {Best Friend, Lesbian Mum🩷}

Relationship: Mono, Uninterested {0/1} {Might be open to taking 2 partners max if Maggie and his first partner are okay with it.}

Sign off 🏍️Jacob

Faceclaim: @/itstyy.k on Instagram

[inagetawaycarxo]

Baby Girl | Derek Morgan

❧REQUESTED BY Anon: Reader asking Derek to stop calling her babygirl because he calls everyone that and she wants her own pet name

❧Pairings: Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader

❧Featuring: Derek Morgan, Y/n [reader], unnamed waitress

❧Summary: Y/n wants Derek to call her a different pet name

❧Warnings: jealousy, fluff.

❧w/c: 324

❧A/N: FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!

You hated how Derek called you baby girl, mainly because he called every woman baby girl, and you wanted your own pet name, one that he didn’t call every woman that crossed his path.

You stared at Derek with a serious expression, as he called the waitress baby girl. You could see from the corner of your eye she was blushing, he gave her a charming smile, as she turned to leave. Nervously saying she would be back. After she left he turned his attention to you. Eyebrow raising at your expression.

He thought maybe you were jealous. His hands grabbed yours. Interlocking his fingers with yours.

“Don’t be jealous you are my only baby girl,” Derek reassured you. Of course, he would think you are jealous. You weren’t, you just wanted to be called a different pet name.

“That’s the problem,” You spoke. Derek looked slightly confused. Making you sigh.

“I don’t want to be called baby girl,  I want to be called another pet name, one you won’t use on every woman you see, one that makes you think of me,” You spoke.

“Oh,” He spoke. Smiling softly before he let out a small laugh. Making you smile softly.

“What pet name were you thinking?” He asked.

“Anything,” You responded.

“Babe,” He spoke. Making you screw your face up.

“Love,” He spoke again, making you smile.

“Buttercup, lovebug,” He spoke, making you shake your head no.

“Cutie pie,” He spoke. Winking at you.

“That sounds like something you would call your pet or baby,” You replied.

“I like it, oh cutie patootie,” Derek responded, making you laugh.

“That’s definitely something you call your baby or pet,” You spoke. Making Derek chuckle.

“Dream girl, because you are my dream girl,” He purred. Making your heart race.

“We will find one,” You spoke, making Derek realize that Dream girl affected you.

“Whatever you say, dream girl,” He spoke, making you smile…

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003 touya

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: my boy 🥺 the constant cause of my worries and the bane of my life! I adore him, he was such a cutie patootie as a child and when Horikoshi gave us that extra sketch of baby Touya! Well I knew I could die happy 😭, and I think he is pretty bad-ass like my man outshined the president election!

All the people I ship romantically with this character: myself 😏 but no honestly I don’t have any romantic ships for him!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Shouto, I’m rather enjoying the storyline between him and Shouto and hope they get to be brothers by the end of the manga!

My unpopular opinion about this character: It depends on where you go or ask, but it’s quite unpopular in some spaces to believe that Touya is worth saving just as much as Toga and Shigaraki! Also he ain’t a misogynist!

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I’m still holding onto hope that we will find out how he survived after he left the Todoroki household to become Dabi, because Horikoshi’s answered the ‘how did he survive the fire’ and ‘at what point did he choose to become Dabi’ but how did he survive after that? Because this was a teenager who had no support system, and most definitely no money!

I’m sorry I’m going to skip these questions because I don’t have any ships for Touya!

A headcanon fact: Touya is most definitely a cat person, and I will die on this hill!

My gender bend: I’m sorry what?! 😭 what do you mean by gender bend, like turn him into a girl?! I have seen artwork of him gender bent to a girl and they look rather pretty!

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Fireflies

Summary: Harry has been acting weird for a couple of weeks, but when y/n finally finds out the truth, it’s far from what she assumed.

Genre(s): fluff, a tiniest bit of angst maybe?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): Harry being a cutie patootie that he is :,)

Harry has been acting weird for a couple of weeks now and you started to get suspicious. He would come home late most of the days and keep you waiting in your bed. The other days he would mysteriously disappear in the morning. “Went out for a run.” He would tell you. What kind of run lasts for five hours?

Of course, you would never suspect him of cheating on you. He has proven his love to you over and over again, and one had to be completely oblivious of what love is, not to notice how head over heels in love he was with you.

However, the way he was acting made you overthink. You were worried for him and his well-being. All of the worst things that could happen took over your mind. Health issues, disagreements with the management, bickering within the family, and many other possible problems that he could have been facing filled your mind to the brim.

Here you were now, sitting at your kitchen table, eating dinner alone. Harry still hasn’t come home and it was already nine o’clock in the evening, when he promised to get home at six.

You trusted Harry. You really did. However, you didn’t want him to use the fact that you trust him with everything you have, to get home late for the second week in a row. You wouldn’t have been against him staying out late if he had just told you he truth.

You sat in your seat and rolled the pasta you made on a fork. All of your appetite has vanished even before you started making the food, but you still forced yourself to eat, to get your mind off of your ever wandering boyfriend.

As you started to get into your food, you heard the keys turn in the front door. No food for you today.

Your name wasn’t called like it usually is, when Harry walks into the front door. The only sound you heard was the shuffling and the clacking of keys being placed on the table in the hall.

You could tell that Harry was trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid you noticing him.

As he tried to pass the kitchen door quietly, you got up from your place and walked up to him. He was wearing his blue sweater, corduroy flares and a face of someone trying to hide something from their girlfriend.

“Harry?” You asked sternly.

He turned his head to you and put on a smile while pushing something behind his back.

“Hello, love. I-I didn’t want t’disturb you, s-so I-um-” He tried to lie to you, although he knew pretty well he was awful at lying and I was too good at catching lies.

You turned your gaze to his hands that were hidden from you behind his back.

“Harry, what’s behind your back?” You asked straightforwardly.

He looked uncomfortable and seemed to have been taken aback by your question.

“It’s um-” He brought his hands forward. They held a black folder visibly full of papers. “It’s m’folder with song ideas.” He seemed unsure of the statement himself, but you put the blame on the fact, that he was left dumbfounded by your actions. What was that about though?

“Why were you hiding it from me then?” You seemed honestly confused because he always shared his songwriting process with you.

“Was just writing a song f’you, but I will show it t’you when it’s completely done.” He blabbered to you.

Seems like a plausible reason to hide the folder from you. It was strange, because he would write his song ideas in his phone now, but you brushed those thoughts off.

“Okay then, love. I thought you were coming home at six.” You turned to the clock on the wall to see that the time is 9:24.

Harry followed your gaze and realized that he had indeed come home a little overtime.

“Got carried away in the studio, baby. ‘M sorry, should’ve informed you.” His shoulders sank, as he realized that you had been waiting for him for over three hours.

“It’s okay, Harry. But please, next time you’re planning to get late, tell me, alright? I thought something happened.”

The sternness in your voice subsided as you walked closer to Harry. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck. He pulled you closer and placed his cheek on the top of your head. You felt his jaw move on top of your head, but before he got a chance to make a sound, you spoke.

“I’m worried for you, baby. It’s driving me insane. What’s going on? I know it’s not just studio. It has to be something else. You’ve never acted like this before. It scares me.” You whispered the last part almost to yourself, but you knew that the man heard you clearly.

“I didn’t mean t’worry you, precious.” He took time to think his words through. “I know, I’ve been actin’ off these days, baby. I promise you it’s nothing y’should worry about. It’s the album release coming up. I didn’t mean t’cause you anxiety, angel. ‘M so sorry.” He genuinely seemed sorry, and you felt the need to kiss his pouty lips.

That evening you went to sleep spooning Harry and brushing his curls out of his face. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. All you wanted to do was keep him safe and warm.

When you woke up, Harry wasn’t there anymore, which didn’t surprise you, as it wasn’t the first time you found yourself curled up in the blanket all alone.

You pushed your sleepy body off of the bed and pushed your feet into the slippers at the bed. You brushed your teeth and thought of what you’ll be getting yourself busy with on this Saturday morning. All of the documents you had to go through for work were already sent back to your company, and you found yourself wonder what other errands you had to run.

You opened the calendar on your phone to check your schedule. You were startled to find out that it was your birthday today. You were so anxious about the way your boyfriend has been acting, that your own birthday was clean forgotten.

Your mood was instantly ruined when you understood that Harry left you alone on your birthday, but as you walked down the stairs to make yourself some breakfast, you felt the smell of pancakes lingering in the air.

The corners of your lips flew up and you ran to the kitchen to catch your boyfriend red-handed.

Harry heard the loud steps coming his way, so he turned to the door and placed the scoop back into the bowl of pancake batter.

“Who’s this lil’ cheetah running m’way, huh?” Harry teased you loudly and spread his arms, welcoming you with a hug.

You jumped into his arms, and he caught you to pick you up and hold up by your waist.

“Legs ‘round m’waist, birthday girl.” Harry laughed against your chest as you did as he told. You placed your arms around his neck and let him place a kiss on your jaw.

“I thought you left me on my birthday.” You pouted at him, when he withdrew from your neck.

You could see regret overflow him, before being replaced with endless love.

“How could I ever leave the love of m’life on ‘er birthday? What kind of love is it, if I’m not by your side on your day, angel?” He stared right through you, as if directly at your heart.

His words took you by surprise, and it was written all over your face. Harry noticed you questioning his words.

“The love of your life?” You asked him softly, looking right into his loving eyes.

“The love of m’life.” He nodded with a smile on his face.

After sharing a moment full of love, you sat down to enjoy the slightly burnt pancakes, while discussing your plans for today.

You both changed out of your sleeping clothes and left the house to go to the new bookshop you’ve been wanting to go to for some time, but never got a chance to.

After hoarding several books, both for you and Harry, you asked Harry if you could get some ice-cream.

“Ice-Cream it is then, m’love.” Harry smiled and pulled out of the parking to get on the route to your favorite ice-cream parlor.

After you dropped one of your ice-creams and got another one, Harry told you that he has a surprise for you.

Harry told you that he will take you to a special place after the sun sets, and you couldn’t be more excited. You kept asking him over and over again about where he’s taking you, but he wouldn’t crack.

When you were finally on your way to the place, you kept thinking about how lucky you are, watching the sun set. You realized that all of the anxiety that you felt in these last two weeks was completely unnecessary.

Reaching the place after an hour long ride, Harry helped you out of the car and led you away from the road. As you walked closer to the place he was leading you to, you could see a beautiful field full of a variety of flowers that surrounded a small lake. Harry seemed full of anxiety as he lead you to an old stone platform by the field. You would expect there to be a table with a candlelit dinner, but there wasn’t a single source of light near you, except the stars, that scattered in the dark clear sky and several fireflies, that bee-lined around the trees that surrounded the field.

“Harry, this place is beautiful.” You were speechless and this was the only sentence you trusted yourself with saying.

Harry led you to stand in the middle of the platform, looking upon the night sky. You could tell he was in deep thought, but you couldn’t tell what was bothering him. Harry, as if hearing your thoughts, turned to you and smiled at you softly.

“It is beautiful. Took me a while to find a place worthy of you.” Harry kept looking at me with his eyes full of adoration.

You weren’t completely sure why he formed his sentence like that, but you were sure you were not here to just stargaze.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Harry. He walked back to the car, which wasn’t too far away from the stone platform, and left you standing there full of confusion.

He opened the trunk of the car to get something. On his way back, you could see that he was holding the black folder that you caught him sneaking into the house just yesterday.

“Is he going to sing me a song?” Your thoughts were all over the place at this point, once again interrupted by your nervous boyfriend.

“Y/N.” He called you by your name with such seriousness that made you listen to him even closer than before.

“I lied t’you.” He started. “The folder had nothin’ to do with m’songs.” You were already dumbfounded because Harry never lied to you, so it had to be something very important for him to do so.

He pulled the elastic band off of the cover of the folder and opened it. He passed you the folder and spoke again.

“You were right when y’said that the past couple of weeks I’ve been actin’ weird. The fact that y’know me s’well scares me sometimes, t’be honest.” He tried to make a joke to ease his nerves.

As he spoke, you let your eyes skim the first page. It was a model of beautiful stone house with French windows and dark green tiling on the roof.

“We’ve been together fo’ almost three years, love, and I’ve never been happier. I hope y’feel the same.” He shyly questioned.

You couldn’t get yourself to answer him using words, so you nodded with a soft smile. You looked into his eyes and saw how little sleep he’s been getting written all over his face. Now you felt like everything made sense. All of his late nights in the studio and his constant excuses to get out of the house.

“I want t’spend m’whole life with you, Y/N. All of it. I want t’marry you and start a family with you. I know that you’re not ready t’get married yet, and I’m not pushing you. This place doesn’t mean that we have t’get married right away or have children right away, I just want t’start building our new home here.” He took my hands into his shaking ones and brought them to his chest.

“Right where you’re standing.”

His words made my eyes well up with tears, as I looked at my feet. “Right where you’re standing.” His words echoed in my head, as I felt his heart beating hysterically.

“I thought this would be a perfect place. The air here is great.” He started slowly. “I know you wouldn’t want our babies t’grow up breathin’ the car exhausts.” He added coyly.

At this point his heart was racing, and he could only look down at his feet. Noticing you pull your hands out of his hold, Harry was afraid to look up at you to see that you are turning to leave him alone in the field, he stupidly thought you’d want to live in.

“Do you actually think that I could ever say no to this, Harry?” You gently smiled at him and brought your hands to his cheeks to caress his face with your thumbs. Your fingers felt wet on his skin and as you realized the reason, your face softened even more.

“My boy, my precious baby. Of course I want to spend my whole life with you. I could never want to share this life with anyone else. And children? Your children are the only children I’ll ever want to bear, in every meaning of that word, and you know it.”

As your heart spoke for you, you could feel Harry relax and let himself look at you. The wet traces on his cheeks were only getting more defined just like the smile on his face.

“I dunno what I’d do if y’said no.” Harry stands still, as you bring your lips to his and let yourself collect the tears on them.

“Why would you even think about it, if I’ve already said yes?”

Your lips connect as a firefly passes next to you, standing right in the place of your nearing future.

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