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[gloomy-gores-world]

I'm doing good. Going to get some school assignments done and then got to bed. (I pulled an all nighter)

Also getting new clothes is always fun! I bet the clothes you picked out are absolutely gorgeous!

Hey how are you?

(Also im very sorry for not responding to your message in my ask box. I just saw it and when I went to answer it Tumblr glitched and ate it.)

aww hiii im doing fine!! and dw about it <3 tumblr can be such a pain to navigate through so its ok

[sensitivegoblin]

It was my my birthday and I didn't post; here's just a bunch of pictures of me looking like a pretty boi :3

(slash birthday celebration pics)🥰✨💚

[necrosanity]

I am so fucking mad fuck whoever made child proofing locks I hope you're having a horrible afterlife

[mizulekitten]

.

[bumpycap]

I like beets :]

[suksatoru]

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚.

late night snack runs with your boss, shigaraki!

a/n ☾ ⋆*･ ahhh this is one of my fav shiggy pieces!! also i may or may not have forgotten to capitalize like i usually do :O enjoy!

shigaraki was surprised to hear a knock on his bedroom door so late at night - he lifted his head off his palm and groggily pushed his sore elbows off the table they were propped up against. he had fallen asleep at his desk. again.

his eyes caught onto the bright red lights of the clock that red 1:32 am, before he twisted his door open with a grumble

out of all the things that could have been on the other side of his door, the last person he expected was you at this hour.

"uh oh. were you sleeping shiggy?" you question with a quiet laugh as he glares at you silently, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he huffs

"no- i was just about to though. did you need something?" he questions, suddenly aware of the fact that his hair was definitely all over the place - tousled with sleep and exhaustion. embarrassed, he peers down at you with a grimace

"i'm hungry for gas station udon."

the sigh he lets out is so dramatic that you can't help but laugh. he glances back at the clock on his desk before back at you, his lips set in a thin line as he closes the door. you blink at the wood in front of your face for about five seconds before he opens it again - a black coat thrown over his frame

"let's go." he sneers, waving at your pajamas with a scowl "you better get changed qui-"

he's cut off by your squeals, flinching when you wrap your arms around him in a grateful hug

"thank you boss man! you're the best-" you grin, even as he stands as stiff as a board while you hug him. he grumbles something under his breath as you pull away and show him your palm, all fingers up - "five minutes shiggy! be right back!"

you've disappeared before he could even respond, a tinge of pink coating his pale cheeks as he huffs

you're out within a few minutes wearing gloves and a hat pulled over your hair. one of shigaraki's winter jackets - which was little too big for you as you practically drowned in the fabric, hung over your frame as you stepped out of your room with a grin.

you're both out of the hideout soon enough. shigaraki notices how the tip of your nose is pink from the freezing temperature, and how cold frost expelled from your mouth every time you cracked one of your ridiculous jokes that had him struggling to suppress his laughter, because he'd be damned if he laughed at one of your corny pick up lines.

"you're lucky they're open twenty four hours a day." he points out, opening the door of the gas station as the bell above the door jingles to life - indicating there were customers to the old man who sat behind the counter as he read something. he sent a polite smile in greeting before his eyes averted back to whatever it was he was reading

"yeah- ooo they restocked my flavors!" you exclaim, recognizing the familiar colorful packaging stacked neatly near the back of the store as you tug shigaraki along - he follows begrudgingly, and surprisingly doesn't tug his hand out of yours

he watches you ogle the colorful packaging and has to physically restrain himself from scoffing. what's so interesting about it anyway - you're acting like you've stepped into some sort of a gourmet restaurant with the way your tongue pokes out to lick your frost coated lips!

"i want that one-" you finally say, pointing to the top shelf where 'shrimp tempura' was displayed on the label of the cup in italics. with a sigh, your boss reaches up above you and picks two off the shelf and hands them to you. "happy?" he grumbles

your enthusiastic nod has him grunting in response, but when he turns to head to the cash register, you tug on his sleeve - "shiggy, you need to pick one too!"

he turns around with furrowed brows. "i'm not hungry-"

but he's cut off by you shoving your cup into his arms as you turn back to the wall, observing and humming thoughtfully as you try and find a flavor shigaraki would like - maybe something light, and a bit spicy.

picking up another container that seemed more like his taste, you grab onto shigaraki's sleeve with a final nod - tugging him to the cash register with the goods in hand.

it was almost comical how you were dragging him around, like a dog on a leash. but shigaraki wasn't protesting. especially not if you were the one dragging him around. a part of him loathed the fact he would follow you to the ends of the world if the time came - but for now, snack runs would do too.

while you make small talk with the old man behind the register and pay for everything, shigaraki is quiet behind you.

he's unsure how to act after you insisted on him getting some food too. why did he care so much? you seemed to have already forgotten your simply gesture, laughing at something the elderly man said as shigaraki looms behind you.

you turn around to ask shigaraki something, but the thought slips your mind when you find him already burning a hole into the back of your head - staring blankly. his back straightens quickly when you catch him staring and you snort - making a mental note to tease him later about his staring habit.

the moment the cashier hands you the plastic bag, shigaraki is tugging you out of the store and onto the cold streets

"someone's hungry." you giggle, watching the way his brows pull together - his usual scowl faltering when you laugh even harder

"you're the one who dragged me all the way out here-"

but he's cut off with an overly dramatic gasp as you stop walking. he turns back in confusion, before he follows the trail of your gaze

oh no.

"absolutely not."

about a dozen yards from the two of you, stood a playground.

"shiggy it's covered in snow! imagine it - you're sliding down the slide and fall right on your ass! hah! we are so going!" you squeal.

tomura thought your enthusiasm for gas station udon would go unmatched - yet here you were, climbing onto the swings and asking him to push you.

sure, he would push extra hard and let out a raspy cackle when you yelped - demanding he slow down. your legs kicked through the air as you helplessly threaten him, but your laughter sounded through the air regardless, and tomura can't remember a moment where he'd felt quite as happy as he does now.

he's crammed into the little house attached to the swings and slide now - god forbid someone sees the leader of the league sitting in a little wooden cottage with little rainbows and hearts painted all over its surface. you gently tuck the little plastic bag containing your packaged food onto the ground beside you.

"shiggy - this could make an excellent hide out if we ever need a place to crash." you whisper with a bashful smile

"sure." he whispers back, even though there's no one else around to hear either of you. he watches your eyes drift out the little window in the playhouse. the snow falls softly outside, coating the grass in a thick blanket. you see a few specks in your boss's light blue hair - a smile curling on your lips at the sight

he rolls his eyes, but makes no further comment. it's quiet now - the only sound being gentle whoosh of the falling snow. your hand shifts forward and lays flat on shigaraki's thigh - palm up. his eyes quickly move to your face when you do - and he's met with a cheeky grin

"i forgot to bring gloves. think you can warm up my hands?" you question, an amused smile on your face as you quickly tuck your glove into the pocket of your coat and out of sight. not very sneaky- but who cares?

he's still. watching you quietly. he blames the way his fingers curl and intertwine with yours on the cold weather freezing the gears in his mind needed to function properly.

it's so nice. that's all you can think as he brushes a tentative thumb over your knuckles, turning to look at the falling snow out the window with you.

[tinylilacbun]

Ooo, Rafe calling little!reader who is back at the condo, and asking her to find the pen (feel like adding Sofia in this sinerio would get messy given what happened). She wears his shirts and sleeps on his side of the bed since she’s already clingy in little space, so him being away is really hard

Rafe weaves through the busy streets, scanning the stands for any kind of phone so he could contact you, luckily finding one in a secluded alley.

He quickly types in your number, raising the phone to his ear and continues walking, his eyes darting everywhere as he waits for you to pick up. "C'mon...pick up."

You're at Rafe's house, all comfortable on his side of the bed with various sweets around you while Bluey is playing on the tv when suddenly your phone rings.

You pick it up and answer it without looking who it is, just wanting to get this call over so you can enjoy being little. "Hello?"

"Hey, baby. I-" Rafe starts, smirking when you squeal excitedly at hearing his voice, sitting up on the bed.

"Daddy! You comin' home now?" You quickly ask, already missing him so bad that you wear his shirts every day since he went to Morocco.

"Not yet, I still got business to do here." He answers and you frown at that. "You gotta do me a favor, yeah? So I can wrap this up faster."

You perk up at that, you would do anything so he comes back home faster. "Wha' is it?"

"I just need you to find a pen that Groff gave me. Uh, it should be in the kitchen maybe." He instructs.

You get up from the bed, the crinkling of the candy packages being heard clearly through the phone and Rafe raises a brow.

"You're not eating the whole candy shelf empty, are you?" He asks, stopping to walk for a moment to place his hand on his hip. "Because I remember that I specifically told you not to go near it while I'm gone."

"Uh...nooo, course not daddy..." You murmur while making your way to the kitchen."

Rafe sees right through your lie like he always does. "We'll talk about this when I'm back."

"M'in the kitchen now." You change the topic, looking over the counter surfaces. "You mean like my cwayons?"

He chuckles. "No, no, um, like the ones I use for work, y'know? Look through the drawers, it should be in there." He says and you do, finding a black pen with golden engraving.

"Found it daddy!" You giggle in triumph.

"Good girl." He praises you, making you smile brightly. "Can you try and tell me what's written on it?"

"Oh, um, s'hard but...Riyadh, Mimouna, Essaouria, Maroc. That right?" You mumble, embarrassed if he couldn't understand.

"Okay, yeah, I saw a sign of that. Thank you, baby. You did a good job, proud of ya." He says, making his way to where he saw that sign of the hotel.

"Daddy...I miss you." You admit quietly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt that you're wearing, wishing he was here and cuddling you.

You are a clingy person in the first place and that only increases when you're little, the fact that he's already gone for a while and most likely will be for a bit longer has you feeling lonely and sad.

"I miss you too kid...I promise I'll be back soon, yeah?" He assures you. "I love you."

"Lub you too, daddy. Pwease be careful and don' talk to strangers!" You say, recounting what he often tells you.

Rafe laughs softly at that. "I will. Be good until I'm back."

Then the line goes dead and you sigh, going back to the bedroom to continue your Bluey marathon, snuggling back into Rafe's pillow that still smells like him.

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[sxorpiomooon]

YOU AS A CELEBRITY - PAC READING

Paid readings (tarot and astrology)

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

pile 1-

the vibe I'm getting is of someone who will get chosen purely on the basis of luck and the potential that they might have and then they'll have to put all the hardwork. Unlike other people your hardwork will come after you get picked. This reminds me sort of the anoy yai situation but a k-pop idol situation also keeps coming to my mind. I also see you being a household name and people or families will love seeing you together and I also see you gaining popularity in your home town. you might be a cancer placement if you took this pile, very ambitious people and I see you being mostly a loner because of all the jealousy and competition that will surround you. I see young people especially having a liking to you lmao there's youthful energy here I also see you guys being the most popular out of these three lmao mainly bc I see you guys going into every field and the promotion will be really good I keep having visions of you sitting in tv shows talking also interacting with the general public.

Pile 2

Ooo people will love you, you will be the star of everyone's eyes. I see you might also be an encouraging and inspiring figure to people and people looking up to you. I see this pole might give really good speeches lmao. I also see you guys becoming popular since day 1 and getting tons of sponsorships, pr packages etc. however I see alot of chaos I think the popularity will of course come with its own disadvantages. You guys might be in people's eyes too much all the time I'm sort of reminded of the Britney situation and I see you guys losing your interest and getting just really exhausted because of this. There is also legacy here this reminds me of the Paris Hilton and Kim k situation she started to gain popularity by being around her in the beginning I see your fame coming from someone else in the beginning be it your family members or friends this is like a pile of star kids someone who might already know popular people or soon will. I'm honestly getting leo vibes but could also be venus ruled signs

Pile 3

I see this pile working hard it gives the vibe of someone who knows that this is want they want and they have to do there is no luck here simply hard work and dedication. I also feel as if this pile might either get scammed in the beginning when they'll be establishing yourself or might just come across alot of tricky people in their life testing their passion. You might also gain appreciation from people for your donations and charity I see this pile speaking up about issues alot and using their platform to spread awareness. I see the fame of this pile taking some time. I see you guys working really hard and in the end it will pay off. You guys will be humble and generous. All the fame that this pile will get will come from their own hardwork it will not be handed to them they will make their own place. Aries, Taurus, Virgo placements i think

thankyou!!!

[sideeve]

LIKE YOU !! + 42!MILES MORALES

+ ex!miles morales x f!reader

+ the reader is black in mind but i guess you can read it regardless🤷🏽‍♀️, based off of bow wow’s like you with ciara, ganke exists in earth 42 in here, miles wants reader back, i am NOT fluent in spanish so PLEASE let me know if i fucked up!!

“you can’t be fucking serious.” you stare at the package next to your feet. you didn’t even have to question who it came from. no one bought you package except for him.

[ name ] morales was labeled on the package. “oh he’s ballsy.” you laugh.

picking it up and placing it in the piles which the rest of the unopened boxes, you pull out your phone, dialing his number.

“hello?”

“hey ma.”

“enough with that ‘ma’ shit. why do you keep sending me packages?”

“what? i can’t spoil my girl.” he chuckles.

your knees practically buckled at the words “my girl”. you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss it.

“i’m not your girl. we’ve went over this.”

“keep saying that, ma. y’know you love me.”

“bye, miles.”

you click the red button on your phone, throwing it on your bed. “this boy is gonna be the death of me.”

and school was no different.

you kept finding letters and small presents in your locker. necklaces, rings, earrings. shit, sometimes cash too. you weren’t complaining. most of the items were things you had your eyes on for a while.

“you like them?” a voice speaks behind your locker door. “jesus!” you slam the door. “what are you doing here?” your voice comes out frustrated but you were actually glad to see him.

“you didn’t answer my question, nena. do you like them?” you purse your lips, making it seem like you’re thinking. “maybe. but you’ve got to stop sending me shit.”

“why? it’s my money.” “i’m gonna start giving it to people if you don’t. and you have balls for putting [ name ] morales.” you laugh. “i knew you’d like it.” he walks off to ganke, but not before ghosting his hand with yours, making a shiver shoot down your spine.

“ooo~” your friends tease from behind you, scaring you. “would you shut up?” “what happened to ‘i’ll never fall in love again’?” “i’m not in love,” you scoff, “and definitely not with him.” you roll your eyes as the bell rings.

“i’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“you gonna go see him?” they snicker. not having the energy to give a verbal response, you flick them off, cursing under your breath.

8 pm read in your clock. all the studying was starting to put you into a sleepy haze. you had 2 hours left until your “bedtime” but it wouldn’t hurt to sleep early.

of course, you could never catch a wink of shut eye. a tapping from your window catching your attention. “miles?” he taps the window again, mouthing let me in.

lifting up the glass and moving aside, he steps in. “nothing has changed.” he notes. “what are you doing here?” you question, unamused. “what now? i can’t visit?” “do you not know how a break up works? we don’t see each other, we don’t talk to each other. nothing.” “see, that’s were you got it twisted. we never broke up. it was just a break.”

you laugh. “you’re crazy.” “llámalo como quieras, mami. pero todavía te quiero.” you buckled a bit. “mhm.” you smirk. “those boxes at my front door can show for it.” now it’s his turn to laugh.

“so, what’s it gonna be ma? we still together or what?” he steps closer to you, his lips ghosting yours. “i thought we were already together.”

“buena chica.” his lips close the gap between the both of you, igniting the extinguished flame in you.

llámalo como quieras, mami. pero todavía te quiero - call it what you want, mami. but i still love you.

nena - girl

buena chica - good girl

[rottenherbs]

Just a Squib (pt.7) // F.W x squib! Reader

Summary: Unable to understand the gift left at your door, you take to the library to figure out anything about it, the note, or Fred. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Authors Note: ooo very back and forth. This is def more of an angsty chapter , little more realistic than fabrication but it will get more lovey soon! Come on slow burn! 

[masterlist]

Much Love, Saige

The last few days felt like a blur. You couldn’t help but keep the small golden object in your hands, fiddling with it aimlessly. Your fingers traced the small details, consistently attempting to pry open the small clasp, but it never gave way. 

It looked as if it were a toy or a collectible, noticeably made of fine materials. It sat in your pocket religiously, bringing you comfort in a way you didn’t comprehend.  

Part of you tried to accept that it was from Fred, but the feeling made you uneasy. You felt as if you could trust him, but you also were not that naive. 

A random man bumps into your life and a gift appears at your doorstep? You need to think of your safety before anything else. Living alone in London was not for the faint of heart and you understood that. A stranger had your address and hand delivered a package…. Were you in danger? 

Maybe you could find something out about him. Something that made sense. 

Another day had passed. You were laying in your bed before the sunrise; soft ember glows reached across your floorboards like fingers, inviting you to start your day. The last few nights you had trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in your bed unable to find peace within your own head. 

A soft paw tapped your face, forcing your eyes to open. You and your cat both looked into eachothers eyes, relishing in the moment. As if she asked you to get up, her paw tapped your jaw again, her little eyes peering you down. 

“What am I going to do with you?” You whispered, smirking. She nuzzled her head in your neck, her soft fur tickling your skin. Wrapping your arms around her, you sighed. Luckily it was your day off, but you wished to be able to sleep in forever, unable to escape the feeling that you were being watched… or hunted. 

—

Fred didn’t know you felt unsafe because of him or Harry’s gift. He genuinely thought that they were doing a fine job at keeping you safe and out of harm's way. But he thought like a man, unaware of the deep repercussions that a male stranger can bring on a woman, especially at her place or work AND her home. 

Everyday he thought of the next time he could see your face, absentmindedly looking at his calendar, counting down each day until he was on duty. 

It was only a week away, but the time passed slowly, eating at his mind. He hadn’t contemplated how much harder his life became after you entered it again. Before he could pretend, stay at a distance, just be a stranger. But now you had spoke, you had touched each other's skin. Your presence was almost palpable again. 

Walking out of his London flat, Fred roped his scarf tiredly around his neck, tucking his hair under a cap — a feeble attempt to blend into the crowds. 

He walked the streets aimlessly, avoiding your common routes knowing if he saw you again it would only make his urges untameable. He just wanted to clear his mind, rethink the logistics of his plan to regain your memories, but it would have to be measured and deliberate. 

—

Walking down your apartment steps, you braced yourself for the outdoors. You planned to hit up the local library, using any method of technology or written lexicon to figure out more about the gift. 

The walk was brisk and quick, the wind was  to your steps, only making you walk faster. Your 

You kept your head down, focusing on your feet trying to hide your face from the elements.  The walk to the library was seared into your brain; you’d be able to do it with your eyes closed. 

As you turned the final block, you looked up momentarily, adjusting your jacket at the red light, watching your surroundings as you stood. 

Not a familiar face in sight, nor anyone who seemed to be matching your path. 

—

Walking around the corner, Fred paused at the intersection, lazily looking around, only his eyes visible to any passerbys. 

It felt as if the air in his lungs was sucked out of him. His chest tightening as his eyes landed on you. 

He was across the street from you, far enough away to not be seen by you —  but close enough to see your face clearly.  Your eyes feverishly looked around.  He honestly wouldn’t have noticed you at all, if not for the anxious movements you made, distracting from the steady waiters around you, your head turning rhythmically like a lifeguard. 

I shouldn’t. He thought. The idea of following you was strong. He wished to protect, he wished to watch over you. The light changed, the crowd pushing him to make a move. He watched you continue your path, head down and focused once more. Fred held back, maneuvering his steps around the annoyed pedestrians.

He followed you from across the street. Staying behind in stature so that he wouldn’t pass or lose you. His curiosity got the best of him, and he had to know where you were going. 

—

Arriving at the library, you shook the chill off your coat, slowly unveiling your face. Looking around, you noticed it was quite empty, only a few older women huddled in the corner, whispering lightly between themselves.   

Making your way towards the public computers, you heard the door open behind you, the wind whipping through the cracks into the building. Moving away quickly from the entrance, you made no time to turn and look at who came in, only focused on what you could find out. 

The computer booted and you began your search. 

“Golden orb”                                                   Hmph. Nothing 

“Small golden metal ball”                                Nothing 

“Antique golden sphere paper weight”.           Ugh….

“I open at the close”                                        Blank again 

“This is getting nowhere” you scolded yourself. Without any real information there was little to go off of. Reaching into your pocket you held the gift solemnly, sitting at the computer silently. 

“What if…” you mumbled, stretching your fingers back over the keyboard, hovering just above the letters, unsure of your actions. 

“Schools in the Scottish highlands” 

“There are 258 primary and secondary schools in the Scottish highlands. Would you like to refirne your search?”

“Oh god. What am I doing?” You rested your head in your hands, feeling the irrationality of your undertaking. 

Lifting your head, you noticed a quick succession of movement out of the corner of your eye. You kept your body stiff, trying to focus on the sounds around you. Your heart raced, anxiety flowing through your veins as you thought of your safety. 

Trying to play it cool, you moved the mouse and closed the open tab on the computer, slowly gathering your items. From just behind, the sound of several hardcover books slammed into the ground. 

“OY!” You jumped, turning around holding your chest tightly. From across the library, a loud SHHH echoed, forcing your hand to clamp over your mouth to hold back any more noises you dared to make. 

Your eyes widened in fear, the perpetrator leaned down, picking up the books slowly. As they bent, their hat slid off their head, revealing a large tuff of red spiky hair. 

“You! You’ve been following me!” You whisper shouted. Stepping away from the mess, you took several steps backwards, keeping your eyes on the man. 

“No I swear-“ Fred started, his breath now quickening. He was taken back by your accusement, ultimately dumbfounded that you were reacting this way. Before he dropped the books, he saw your attempt at searching for Hogwarts, the interest that he had sparked just weeks prior with his discard note had gotten away from you. 

“You think I’m stupid don’t you?” You spat, your hands balled into fists, watching his every movement. Fred stood up slowly, his hands outstretched in caution. 

“You’ve been watching me! You know where I live. It was you-“ You shook your head, taking further steps back towards the entrance. Fred followed suit slowly. 

“No y/n there has been a misunderstanding, you have to listen-“ Fred started. He kept his voice down, looking around at the other people in the library. 

“No you listen to me!” You shout, finally backing up into the front door. You pointed your finger angrily at Fred, thinking rapidly at your next sentence. So many thoughts, so many feelings, all bubbling up in your chest. 

Both of you were interrupted by the librarian. Between your steps she made her way from her desk at the large altercation. 

“I must ask both of you to leave.” She motioned towards the door sternly. “Now.”

You and Fred exchanged glances at each other before shuffling out the door. Your body still was on high alert, quickly turning back on Fred as soon as you both stepped outside. 

“Please can I explain?” Fred ushered, keeping his distance from you. He shoved his hands in his pockets to bear the cold, his shoulders shrugged high. 

“What is there to explain Fred? True or not true, did you follow me?” 

“Yes but-“

“No but! What the fuck!” You slapped your hand to your forehead, laughing in disbelief. 

“How did you get to London?” Fred asked matter of factly. His brows were furrowed but you couldn’t figure out if it was because of the wind or his frustration. 

“What are you say-“

“Where is your family?” Fred mumbled. His words were like spikes, digging into your skin with every syllable. 

“Why are you saying these things?” Tears welled up in your eyes. Part of you was confused that he knew you didn’t have anyone, confused that he knew you woke up in London one day without memory. 

“You’re a fucking bully.” You shook your head, tears falling from your face. 

“Y/n there is so much you don’t know. And I can tell you. You just have to trust me.” His hand outstretched, his gaze softened at your tears, but you were ultimately hurt by his comments. 

“Give me a chance.” Fred begged. 

“No.” You stood firmly. You didn’t want to leave, the call to answers felt tied to him. You had to know, but you didn’t feel safe, you didn’t feel respected by how he approached it. 

“You stalked me, sent me a package to my front door, followed me again, then you shove the fact that I’m alone in my face AND want me to now go with you and listen to some story about my life. You’re out of your mind.” You turned, shuffling your feet quickly, mentally begging he wouldn’t follow. 

“Y/n stop.” Fred caught up to you quickly, his hand clasped on your shoulder firmly stopping you in your tracks. You turned to push him away, hit him, scream, but you felt so defeated. Hitting his chest once pitifully, he pulls you into his arms, holding your body tightly, partially for comfort, partially to restrict your movements in an effort to harm him. 

“Just one hour. That’s it.” He whispered. 

“Then you can decide to never see me again.” 

[izzabela]

Ooo! Can you do the Lin Kuei trio with s/o who is a nine-tailed kitsune from Japanese folklore? Like they can transform into their fox form or when they get surprised, their fox ears and nine-tails appear.

Pretty Kitty - Lin Kuei x GN!kitsune!reader

in which your each brother has a favorite part of you when you're spooked

a/n: i am alive again (college sucks). forgive this being so short, i'm trying to write again and drabbles are all i got

ship[s]: kuai liang, bi han, tomas vrbada x GN!kitsune!reader (ALL TOGETHER NYOOOOW)

warning(s): you're a furry! (/j), teasing in the form of little scares

Despite not being your typical kitsune, the walking stereotype of sex and seduction, you found love with three of the most powerful humans in Earthrealm.

Despite such power, they love using it on such a reactive creature such as yourself. Skittish and meek, your reactions from their teasing. They know how well you react with your surroundings, so much so you sometimes transform.

With each spook and transformation your lovers experience, it seems they've grown fond over one certain part of your mythical form.

Tomas Vrbada - Ears

- Tomas learned his favorite part about your reactions is your ears- so reactive and twitchy

- the first time they popped out were during his first scare. it was rather juvenile: turn invisible, walk in front of you, become visible- easy

- he was expecting a simple shocked face and some laughter, but never did he expect the fluffy ears that matched your hair and skin to be part of the package

- something about the way your ears were down-turned, the way you were pouting as you were complaining about him scaring you, the way he saw your ears twitch a bit at you stroked them- almost like you were telling yourself to calm down

- he got in trouble that day as well, reaching out to pet them with two fingers, only to be met with a swatted hand and a light hiss

- ever since then (of course, after he was removed from your silent treatment), Tomas sought your ears out whenever you were scared

- now, he gets to pet them all he wants, especially after scaring you. the soft fur that coats the flesh, the way it reacts to when he pets your ears up and down, and how surprisingly warm it was

Kuai Liang - Tail(s)

- Kuai Liang's first experience with your tails came as a punishment from tickling your sides in surprise

- he didn't think your tails, all of them, would be so thick and semi-coarse, despite all the TLC you give yourself on bath days

- after getting swatted in the face with them, not only did they become his favorite parts of you- he made it his mission to help you out

- you got all the best secrets in taking care of your fur, and he got an excuse to pet your tails- a double win if you ask me

- also, it was nice to have someone take care of you instead of always taking care of yourself. now, you didn't have to bend backwards to brush your fur, or spin in circles around the mirror to get the best angle to check yourself out before fluffing your tails

- Kuai Liang loves massaging, brushing, fluffing, even shedding your tail fur. and just like his dear brother, he gets to see the reaction the tails give

- sometimes one of your tails sways side to side, others it wraps around his hand. either way, he loves feeling the love you give when you're well-taken care of

Bi Han - Kitten-form

- Bi Han didn't mean to scare you the way he did. it was an honest mistake, him walking around the corner the same time you did, causing you to freak and shift completely into your foxy form

- instead of looking at a fully grown fox body, he saw a trembling little morsel- a fidgety animal that skittered around him. it took him quite a bit to get you to trust him, but afterwards it was a secret that Bi Han kept for a long time (until Tomas caught him bathing you in fox form)

- in your fox form, he loves to carry you in his shirt. since it doesn't have pockets, he'll rest you in-between the undershirt of his uniform and his actual uniform. sometimes you nap in it

- when the other brothers are on a mission, and you're both free from clan-duties, you'll shift completely and just nap with him in the shared bed

- another thing you like to do is play chase with him. you have to do your best to run from him while he does everything in his power to catch you. not only does it double in agility-work, but it helps precision in projectile-weaponry Bi Han makes from time to time

- circling back to bath time, Bi Han (secretly) absolutely adores bath time with you in fox form. sometimes, if he's feeling more playful, he'll use his powers to create an ice float for you to sit on

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

one of the mass-posts in queue

in other breaking news, i got accepted to my choice school for transfer!

aight, see you all in the next fic!

[outerbankspov]

. Requested by- @giannadrichardson-blog <3

y/n was the princess of obx. So when she bumped into Rafe, Rafe immediately tried to win her heart, by buying her flowers and little things. But when he sees her taking walks around figure 8 with her dog, he decided to make his move and ask her out

- warning: fluff. Rafe pining after the reader.

First attempt

The sun was out and the heat was very exhausting, walking out the cool grocery store you run into Rafe Cameron and drops your coffee on the floor making you frown, you were really looking forward to it. “WOW, I’m so sorry…” he leads on. “Y/n” you look up and your face softens. “Rafe Cameron-” you chuckle. “I’m sorry, let me buy you another. Come” he doesn’t even let you finish. You nodded and walked into the shop ordering another drink. “Rafe, I thought you just said coffee” he hands you a bouquet of roses and you giggle. He opens the front door of your car and you get it. “Thank you…” you pause and smile up at him. “My fullest pleasure” he smirks. Your breath hitches and you smile before you can let ANY noise slip out your mouth. “Bye Rafe Cameron” you smile tightly. “Bye y/n L/n”

Second attempt.

You have always been very serious when it comes to tennis, your mother made you join a team at a young age and singe you’ve been playing non stop. “That’s a win for Y/N, let’s take a break” coach said. You smile in victory cheering with your friends. “Rafe Cameron is behind you” one whispers. You nodded and bites your lips. “See you later girls” they walk away and you turn to face his direction. He looked good, REALLY GOOD. “I got you something” he whispers into your ear. Pushing some hair behind your ear. It was a tiny charm bracelet tennis racket and ball connected to the racket. It was beautiful you think. “Rafe Cameron! What is this? it’s so beautiful!” You smiled so wildly but confused on the gift giving. “You won this game! Well deserved. Don’t you think you deserve something pretty?” He said it coolly, hands in both front pockets. “Well it is very pretty thank you.” He smile up at him. “Of course, anything for you” he smirks. “Well I’m gonna go, you be careful” you wave goodbye to him.

Third attempt.

“Rafe stop harassing my friend and go please!” She pleads to her brother as he keeps tying to talk to you and ask all types of questions, some as your favorite color or things that interest you.. he definitely has something up his sleeve. “Sarah it’s fine, brothers can be ruff” you say as you take a sip of your wine. “Not Rafe Cameron ruff, that’s for sure. Now leave!” She tells him again. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Later y/n/n” he mumbles And you turn your heads fast. He hasn’t called you that since the 3rd grade. “God he’s so annoying! So tell me more about this boy.” Sarah begins. Rafe can’t help but think about who this boy is and why they have their hands on what’s his… soon to be his. Then he remembers the little information you told him when he was asking questions. And how bad you wanted an original copy of “perks to being a wildflower” so… that’s what he will get.

A few hours later you decided it was well past your curfew even if your home is two houses down. “Bye Sarah!” You cheer and you leave her room. Closing it you see Rafe at the top of the stairs with a package. “Ooo what’s that!” You skip over to him, dress flowing and hair bouncing with a radiant smile. He might even be in love. “Earth to Rafe, I’m nosey” you whispered the last part as you tippy toe to see if there’s any hint. Any hint other than the box saying “AMAZON”. “Opening it in my room, come!” He walks pass you making you follow him. “Oh my gosh!” You gush. “Rafe Cameron you never told me you love this book” you hit his arm with your hand bag. “It’s actually for you.” He hands you the book and you stair dead at him. “Really. That’s really sweet of you”. Getting to distracted in the reading and texture of the book you sat at the edge of the bed, gliding your hand through the pages and if this didn’t prove anything then he might die. He looks at her in awe, he needs her. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” You whisper as you stare up at him. “Just beautiful, s’all”

Last attempt. <3

The sun was ready to set so you decided to Throw on a quick but cute flimsy dress and took your dog for a walk. Deciding it was better for her to walk then just be in the backyard. “Go ahead Maci” you cheer and she waggles her tail at you. At the same time you stoped in front of the Cameron’s estate Rafe walks out with a smile. “Good to see you y/n” he shouts as he walks your way. “I could say the same but I wouldn’t want to lie” you smile up at him. “Smart mouth” he whispers. “Hey let me ask you a question.” You nod. “Shoot” he swallows roughly. “How about I take you out for a sunset ride and we can grab a bite. Maybe like a date” he was so nervous he couldn’t believe he had the balls to ask her out. “Rafe Cameron are you asking me out on a date” you smile. “Yes sweetheart. I am. So please say yes.” You can’t believe it! You feel like you can fly. “Yes I would love to!” You jump into his arms and kiss him sweetly.

(Later)

His hands were in your hair as you both make out measly with a beautiful view of the sunset. Rafe finally got was he wanted. The girl of his dreams who felt the exact same way he does. He feels whole now. <3

[mechanical-heartbeat]

so funniest fucking thing happened just now

I was doing the dishes when my dad walks in holding a stuffed shark. I, a fan of stuffed animals, goes “Ooo what’s that?”. He explains that he was coming in to ask me about it because he found it in a random package in our yard. I check the tag and it’s fucking blahaj.

while he is checking the package for the actual owner, I’m wondering what the chances are that this blahaj got accidentally delivered to my trans ass. my dad comes back with the original box and guess who it belongs to? My sister (@modeus-the-unbound).

This shark got the wrong trans sibling lmao

[atinyjules]

Xikers reaction to s/o fixing their hair please !

XIKERS REACTION TO S/O FIXING THEIR HAIR

Ooo a cutee one! Here you go~

Happy reading!

Middle line version and Maknae line version (coming soon)

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Xikers x Reader

Warnings: none

Minjae

The first time you did it was when the both of you were in a cafe together after escaping the windy weather and you couldn't help but notice how the wind had completely destroyed Minjae's otherwise very clean and well styled soft locks. So without a warning you just leaned over the table and began fixing his hair with your fingers.

"And then I scolded Yechan for doing that when I myself had did the same thing some time back-" Minjae had cut his own words after flinching at the sudden contact of your fingers with his hair.

"W-What are you doing?" he asked with a confused expression.

"Fixing your hair? The wind messed up your hair so I'm just trying to fix it." you said without making eye contact with him, too focussed on fixing his hair.

Minjae couldn't help but heat up from the sweet gesture and just waited patiently as he watched you fix his hair with fond eyes. And from then on he'd just bring his head to your level and be like 'could you please fix my hair?' whenever he had to attend any events or just go out. Fixing his hair had become like a routine for you not that you were complaining.

Junmin

You and Junmin were out in the beach for date night and nothing could be more perfect than having a candlelight dinner in the sandy beach adorned with rose petals and candles with the love of your life...that was until it began to rain heavily and resulted with the both of you running towards your car for shelter.

As the both of you sat in the car decked with soft towels you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of your boyfriend's dishevelled and poofy hair.

"What?" Junmin asked visibly confused as you cupped his cheek and brought him closer to you.

"Your hair's all messy and poofy! Here let me fix it." you said and chuckled as you ran your fingers through his hair and evened it out.

"If it means getting your full attention, I don't mind running in the rain everytime it rains." he confessed with a blush as he looked at you like you were his universe.

"Shut up~! You'll fall ill!" you whined, face turning as red as a tomato.

"I'm really not kidding!" he said with a chuckled as he pulled you in for a hug.

Sumin

Sumin was the total package according to you because he was not only a loving and a kind person but a very compassionate and understanding person when it came to your relationship. Plus he was an energetic and crazy ball of fluff who was surprisingly the only person who could keep up with your level of craziness.

It was one of those crazy days when it happened. You and Sumin were bored so you guys went to an adventure park. After riding the roller coaster it left the both of your hair crazy and messy.

"Oh my gosh...your hair!" You said breaking into a fit of laughter at Sumin's poofy and messy hair.

"Look at yours too!" Sumin said as the both of you began laughing.

"Come here!" you exclaimed and chuckled as you fixed his hair catching him by surprise. And after you were done Sumin began fixing your hair too.

"What are you doing?" you questioned as he smiled and kissed your forehead.

"Returning the favor." he said sweetly as he fixed your hair and patted it, after he was done the both of you were on your way to another ride.

[lowkeyrobin]

hey hey!! can you write something witn ranboo where the fans clip their moments together and make one of those compilations that are like “ranboo and [reader] being [blank] for 6 minutes and 36 seconds” PUHLEASE AND THANK YOU 🤭🤭🤭

ooo ok ok! I can definitely try!! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!! ; sorry this tooknso long, between writers block and being busy I was struggling with some requests lmao

RANBOO ; youtube compilation

summary ; kinda like the 5+1 thing but it's you and ranboo being fucking stupid for 5 mins straight

warnings ; language, playful name calling

word count ; 1k

masterlist

ranboo and y/n being dumbasses for five minutes "straight"

"This is actually a thing that's going on," Ranboo leans back in his chair, unknowing of you behind him, slowly sliding into frame for the audience of his stream to see. "and it's actually going to be... released. And, yknow, I love releasing things, like, actually on time and when I actually say it'll happen. And it's nicer because... what the hell?"

Ranboo turns around, looking up at you in his doorway.

"Why- why is it you again? Why are you here?" he questions, amused and confused.

You slowly and silently wave like a possessed being before slowly walking backwards and out of frame, into the hallway toward the kitchen area.

"Where are you going? I-I thought you were Bill-" he turns back to the stream, confused. "Why do they keep walking into my house?" he looks back, seeing you completely gone. "Why do they keep just... spawning in my house? Is there something I don't know about?"

He glances at chat before continuing. "I saw the hoodie and jeans and thought, 'Oh, Bill's here!' Wrong!"

"Can you grab the cilantro for me?" you ask, occupied with shredding some cheese at the moment.

Ranboo nods, turning to the fridge in search of the familiar leafy plant. He returns with the plastic bag and sets it on the counter, watching you aggressively shred the block of cheese. He slowly looks over at the camera, wondering why he had agreed to make food with you on stream, why you were even so mad at this block of cheese in the first place. He turns back to you, blinking rhythmically.

You sigh, setting the block down, your arm having gone numb. You look at the plastic package, seeing that he'd actually grabbed parsley.

"Ran."

"Hm?"

"That's parsley"

"Huh?"

You open the bag, showing him the leaves. "Parsley is flat, and the stems dont taste good. Cilantro is more fanned out and fluffy."

"They look exactly the same!"

"No they don't?"

He looks at you with confusion before turning back to the fridge, grabbing the cilantro this time. He opens the bag, holding the leaves up side by side.

"Oh"

"Why the fuck is there pistachio ice cream in your refrigerator?" you loudly question, walking into Ranboo's office where he was actively streaming.

He quickly turns around, confused. "Because it's good? I thought you were grabbing a snack, not snooping through my freezer,"

"Okay, well, I needed ice for my drink, one. Two, your pantry is completely empty," you defend. "And how the hell do you like pistachio ice cream? You're gross"

"I like the flavor!"

"You're weird" you sigh, quickly walking back to the kitchen.

Ranboo blinks, reading through chat quickly. "Do people not like pistachio ice cream? Y'know what... I'm setting up a poll"

You walk back in, goldfish and iced tea in hand. You set the food down on the desk, being careful of his setup before watching as the poll fills up more with votes for "yucky".

15 to 85 ratio is crazy.

"What's wrong with pistachio ice cream?" Ranboo asks, sneakily shoving some goldfish into his mask through the top, still keeping his face off the camera. "It can't be that gross to you," he mumbles, mouth full.

"It is that gross, freak," you reply, throwing a goldfish at him.

"Whatever," he rolls his eyes. "I don't think I've even opened that tub yet and it's been in my freezer for like, a year,"

"Okay,"

"Okay"

"Did you see that one TikTok of that drunk girl sliding down some steps?"

"No..."

"Okay,"

Ranboo chuckles, looking up at the camera like he was a part of the cast of The Office.

"Okay, then"

"I'm a certified hater, I'm so serious," you grumble, leaning back in your chair as you attempt to shoot at someone in Fortnite. "Fuck!"

Ranboo equips a different weapon, quietly listening to you.

"Oh my God, these fatties. Die already! Stop teaming, this is duos, not quads. Anyways, I hate all these people. They suck." you end up getting sniped, causing you to jump back in your chair and fall to the ground, almost taking a monitor with you.

Over the loud ruckess, Ranboo's eyes widen in concern. "Are you okay?"

"Ow!"

You quickly take your headphones off and set them on the desk before you pulled something down with the extended cord, and stand in front of your setup silently. You just kind of stand there and think before pulling your chair up.

Ranboo, upon seeing a pride skin, smiles. "Me gay too,"

Upon him speaking, you end up tripping over your feet, and land on the floor again.

"I give up, I'm done,"

"I'm actually gonna cry, what the fuck is that?"

"...A jellyfish"

You blink, looking between Ranboo and the canvas in front of you. Oh, the chaos of switching canvases every five minutes on stream. That jellyfish looked more like a blobfish with tentacles.

"Why is it green, and why is it beached?"

"Because,"

"Okay pal."

You dab your brush into the darker sand color you made, trying to make some details. Meanwhile, Ranboo was painting a neon pink car since you previously painted a road from a front view. His car was looking rather wonky, but that was the point.

In the end, there was an army of beached jellyfish on your canvas, and you and Ranboo were in a hot pink racecar on his. Expected that, to be honest.

You'd moved on to round two, where you were painting each other.

"You're gonna be really pale, sorry," you quietly speak, locked in.

"Have you seen me? I'm pretty pale already," Ranboo jokes

"True, you're whiter than sunscreen,"

"Okay, too far, buddy"

Karaoke is never normal with Ranboo, because why are you singing along to Miley Cyrus' See You Again?

"I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout, felt like I couldn't breathe,"

"You asked what's wrong with me, my best friend Lesley said 'Oh, she's just being Miley'"

"The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself, my heart, it can't rest til then"

"Oh-whoa-whoa I, I can't wait to see you again!"

You and Ranboo drag on a very flat "high" note for a long moment before the song ends, high fiving at the end.

"We sound so good," Ranboo laughs

"Y'know what sounds good?"

"What?"

"The Frozen soundtrack" you smile

"Pull it up, pull it up,"