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aquaquadrant · 8 months

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Deciding to live write (react) (?) this as I'm reading this new chapter (two parts WOW, double the angst) (so part one out of two, hope that's cool). If something happens my therapist WILL be hearing about you.

The title already I'm sobbing /pos

I HATE THE WATCHERS SO MUCH OMMMGGGGG, leave them aLONE

It's very Jimmy to not like crying, I love to see it. I love when fanfic writers don't like him crying, ty.

Tango :( The RANCH, it was THEIRS, my HEART These Watchers ugghhHHHH Jimmy immediately defending Tango, please nothing else happen to them, PLEASE

Every time the watchers speak, my want to punch them grows The explanation paragraph, ugh something about it, how Jimmy doesn't immediately try to blame Tango, or just understands it well. Just bjhebwg

Bdubs being so worried for Tango, please, JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY

JIMMY DEFENDING TANGO NUMBER TWO, hate me them

Watchers ugghhe

HERMITCRAFTING BEING HIS HOME UGH IM JUST POINTING OUT EVERY LITTLE DETAIL BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL SO

DELIGHTFUL, I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SO MUCH

Okay, therapy time <3 (yes I did actually read this before my therapy appointment, this was /srs and not /j)

Therapy break over, BACK TO ANGST

Awww, Jimmy not believing Tango is evil. Love to see it.

UH OH, NOT THE TIMMY ALLUSION

Nvm not alright, Watchers need to Watch their mouths

"Pity is a suitor that won’t take a hint, no matter how many times Jimmy turns it away." Is SO good???? Excuse me??? Pity x Jimmy real ship of the htp au?? /j

Maybe I hate the watchers more than I hate Atlas, hm.

I like that they all still keep an air of lighthearted-ness about, even with Tango in such critical condition, they still are friends :)

Jimmy being okay with a scar to the face if it means Tango doesn't have to unnecessarily respawn :( /pos

This description of Tango has me thinking about that kinda old drawing that lunarcrown did of Tango back when he was chained up. Like, it's literally the first post that shows up when clicking on the chronological timeline, yeah that one, it reminds me of that one.

UGGGHHHH THE HAND ON THE CHIN GETTING A RESPONSE, NO, BAD AQUA, BAD. SOMETHINGS ARE BETTER LEFT OFF IN THE ASKS RESPONSES

WATCHERS ARE NOT HELPING (x2)

Still love Jimmy calling for SOS, like yes, smart move. I wish we could've seen what it was like for the other DL to see chat and immediately go "oh shit ???" and then see the SOS and go "OH SHIT ???"

I love Impulse <3

Ooooo, getting some more cases of this fantasy (racism? Bigotry? Bad stuff) worldbuilding

"I don’t believe that just being from there would automatically make someone evil." Nature vs nurture <3 Maybe all Bravo needed was two minutes with Impulse god DAMN

Sleepy time <3

Okay, don't like the Watchers, but the "Round two!" was funny, I'll give em that

"(You cannot sleep, there are monsters nearby.)" I- I- STOP I CAN'T LAUGH BUT OMFG

Rancher :((((((

HIS RANCHER

Let me at these Watchers, LET ME AT EM

Ugh, disassociation. As someone who's dealt with this during panic attacks, it totally tracks and breaks my heart :(

These Watchers gotTA BACK OFF, LEAVE TANGO ALONE GOD DAMN

No way Tango is tryna pull the "I'm fine" card rn, AFTER ALL THAT LMAO

Jimmy is very pretty TO ME

The collar dampening Tango's fire, metaphorically and literally, is just ugh. What's more is Jimmy likes Tango's fire, he likes the warmth Tango produces physically, and he likes the sparks of creativity and burning passion of Tango's metaphorically. And they took it away! Both ways to Sunday!!!

Na because crying on someone is such an intimate gesture. To let your heart pour out of you, no one does that to just anyone. What makes this even more important is how Jimmy cried on Tango's shoulder last chapter, and now Tango's crying on Jimmy's shoulder this chapter. They are each other's soulmate, they are their each other's ranchers. They are so important to one another and soo ughguew

Not gonna cuss this Watcher out, I'll let this sweet dreams comment slide for now.

Oooo, a peak into how they reacted to everyone joining. AND we get a look at Atlas' full username <3 Love it.

Wait Tyrannicide and Phantonym joined too?? Huh, thought as scientists they would've stayed behind. Cool to know!

I can see now why you needed all those usernames lol.

JOEL THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO LAUGH DAMNIT

Hmmm, love Scar immediately jumping into action. Oop and ofc the two scientists head out first lmao

ATLAS, WHEN I CATCH YOU ATLAS, NOT BIGB NOOOO

ATLAS, WHEN I CATCH YOU ATLAS, NOT PEARL NOOOOO

Actually really funny that ATLAS got the most kills from the Hels cast. Like, damn, pop off???? Man did more work than the ppl hired to actually do the dirty work lmao.

Wonder how difficult it was to keep up with all the names, who died then got back in, who killed who, etc.

Oop, Jimmy also noting Atlas is smarter than the average bear.

This whole paragraph talking about Bravo, yes Jimmy, drag that man. Loving how he immediately is like "dude is just like a hels player" and scoffing at the nerve of Bravo to claim to be his actual soulmate. Yes.

Head in hands, Watchers about to catch these hands.

Tango immediately wanting to get this all over with hurts. Damn, wonder if he just wants to get it over with cause he thinks they all want him gone.

"I mean, everyone knows I’m a vicious monster but I don’t have to look it, right?" UGH, Aqua you're lucky I already did my therapy time BEFORE this part, UGGGHHHHHH. I need to go back rq just to tell her this god DAMN

Welp, on to act two! Thank you so much for the wonderful reading material :)

TLDR: I hate the Watchers with a burning passion.

-🍌

what’s this?? a DETAILED LIVE BLOG of my writing for ME to read??? don’t mind if i do…

ok first off, thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to write down ur thoughts and share them with me. it’s truly one of the greatest joys of being an author, and the closest i can get to experiencing my writing as if i wasn’t the one who wrote it. NOW let’s get into it…

the overarching watcher hate is so justified and hilarious, they really just exist to be the most obnoxious and toxic livestream chat ever. at least, the ones who hang around jimmy are LMAO

AHA i’m glad u liked the part abt jimmy not liking to cry, i’ve been told he’s got a bit of a prideful streak in other series that didn’t come thru as much in his double life run, so that was a little nod to it.

the ranch could not escape its destiny of being tragically burned down 🫡

(omg the therapy appointment interlude. i remember when i’ve had to pause while reading a fic to address real life business and now someone’s doing that for MY writing…. :’))) i hope the appt went well!)

this chapter was a lovely opportunity to really show jimmy stepping up for tango, with both verbal and physical reassurance. he may not know everything abt the hels situation but he knows he loves tango <3

AND YEAH YEAH THAT FIRST ART MEL DID. definitely throwing back to that w tango’s disassociated state and the collar. nice catch ;0

the chin-hand response was another throw back to old mel art, isn’t that fuuuun? ;000

IMPULSE WAS THE MVP OF THIS CHAPTER 💪😤👏

ok the watchers do get their funny moments in here and there HAH

phantonym and tyrannicide did come along! they might be scientists, but they’re as nasty as any hels player (dr l8r_h8r did, in fact, stay home to monitor the portal. he’s kinda over the whole ‘violence’ nonsense.) tango actually targeted them first bc of their lab coats.

and YUP i got a lotta good username ideas from those suggestions. and it WAS very difficult to keep track of them all thru the chat backlog. i don’t know how long i spent going thru each player’s sequence of events, one by one, JUST to make sure i hadn’t forgotten to have someone die for the last time, or show up again without a new join message.

and unfortunately for jimmy he made the classic error of “typo in the group chat.” joel did what he had to 🫡 (buuuut once he saw how serious the situation was, he decided not to push it anymore)

atlas is a clever bastard and i love that yall love to hate him 🙏 he saw a virtual ocean of wolves storming down the hill and was like “ok clearly i’m not dealing with that, so let’s see where my efforts can be better spent.” the hired grunts don’t possess that kind of critical thought 🎻

i’m SO glad you enjoyed it!! thank you again for this lovely feedback <3

#hels to pay au #HTP ask

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danmainacc · 2 years

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MY REASON | ONE

pairing: leonardo hamato x black! fem! reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: angst, character death, fluff, tooth-rotting love, depression, trauma, limes, profanity, i’ll add more if i remember

a/n: so this is a rottmnt movie fic, with heavy emphasis on the time during the apocalypse. and i spell Kraang like this. i just feel like it makes sense. oh, and Leo gets sent into the portal along with Casey.

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“Alright, little ones. Let’s go through it one more time,” you warmly smiled, the young class humans and yokai looking at you starry-eyed.

“If there is a Kraang attack and you are in the base, you are to--.” “Go straight to Master Donatello’s lab and follow his instruction,” the children perfectly recited.

You grinned, “That’s right! Good job. Now, if you get separated from the group, you are to--.” “Run straight to First Cave, no looking back, and wait until a commander comes to get me,” they nailed, yet again.

You clapped, plastering a silly expression on your face, a few giggles scattering around the room.

“Fantastic! You guys are really pros at this,” you nodded, leaning forward in your chair as you took in every face, a black-haired boy beaming brightly at you from the front row.

“Hi, mom!” He whisper-yelled, his knees happily flapping in his criss-cross position.

“Hey, Case!” you whispered back, matching his enthusiasm in your wave.

The entire class now erupted in snickers and hushed giggles, and it was moments like this, where you couldn’t help but feel your guiltiest.

“Alright, alright. Last one,” you hushed, putting the dark thoughts on the back burner as the class quieted. “The most important one: No matter how scary it is, always remember--.” “Hope is a ninja’s greatest weapon!” the children cheered, jumping up from their seats.

You did your best to keep it together, a tear or two slipping down your cheeks at the sight, but you were quick to catch yourself.

‘They don’t deserve this.’

“When I get older, I’ll be the best mystic warrior there is! Even better than Master Mikey,” Tina, a 7-year old human, proudly smirked, swirling her arms around like Mikey does when he makes his infinity chains.

“Pssh. Yeah, right!” Jackal, an 8-year old dog-yokai, scoffed. “I’m gonna be just like Commander Raph! Tough as nails.”

“Don’t get too excited. You guys still have a long way to go,” a familiar voice smirked.

‘Shit.’

“Master Leonardo!” the children exclaimed, absolutely awe-struck.

And of course, there he was, standing at the entrance of the dojo, leaning against the door frame, reminding you of how he would randomly show up to your house, standing against your bedroom door the same way.

Back in the old days.

You quickly wiped the rest of your tears, thankful the kids were too distracted to notice, and that your position made it so that your face couldn’t be seen from the door-er-hole in the wall.

“Master Leonardo, can you tell us the Picca legend again? Pretty please!” Tina begged, tugging at Leo’s pant leg.

“You dummy, it’s Pizza,” Jackal teased, snickering to himself.

“Ugh, same thing!” Tina scoffed, pouting.

Leo laughed at the exchange, giving Tina a firm pat on the head. “Next time.”

He took wide strides towards you, and almost immediately noticed you had something on your mind. Something serious.

“Hi, dad,” Casey quickly whispered, frantically waving as Leo stood at the front of the class.

“Hey, kiddo,” Leo waved back, giving his son a warm smile.

The children noticed how frequently his glance shifted to you, and Tina knew exactly what it meant.

“Ooooo! Master Leonardo’s here for Commander (y/n),” she cooed, letting out a dreamy sigh as she clutched her heart.

The rest of the girls sighed, while the boys let out strained gags and groans.

“Disgusting,” Jackal stuck out his tongue, crossing his arms.

A tinge of blush grew on your cheeks as you turned to Leo for assistance, only to see he was already looking at you with his trademarked, shit-eating grin.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I’ll deal with you later.”

“Alright, guys. How about you go help Commander O’Neil collect some blankets for tonight. Casey, can you lead the way?” You focused back onto the kids, shooting your son a quick wink.

His eyes lit up. “Can do!” He smiled, jumping up from his spot and running towards the door. “Everyone! Follow me!”

The children cheered, quickly getting up and following the boy, shouts of excitement echoing throughout the dojo.

“Commander (y/n),” a small voice tugged at your leg.

Both you and Leo tugged your attention from the door and down to the small child at your feet.

It was Axis, an 8-year old crow-yokai. You were her mentor, as you were an expert in yokai abilities, seeing you were a fire-yokai yourself.

“Hey, Axis. What’s up?” You asked with a smile, picking her up and placing her on your lap, wary of her talons.

“I...I saw you crying before and I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she nervously started, fidgeting with some of her feathers.

You tensed at the mention, Leo’s eyes now burning into the back of your head.

‘Axis, sometimes you are too sweet.’

With a sigh, you forced a hollow smile, stroking the feathers on her head. “I’m alright. I’m just incredibly proud of you guys. You’re taking leaps and bounds, man,” you assured.

“Who knows? Soon I might be calling you Commander Axis.”

You could practically see her heart grow three sizes at your words.

And after a moment of contemplation, she threw her wings around your neck and pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, Commander (y/n),” she smiled.

Your eyes shot wide at her words and her action, Leo letting out a quiet gasp as well.

Axis was never the emotional type, so these words seemed to be coming out of left field.

And despite her words, you could tell that she knew there was still something wrong.

‘Her emotional intelligence always gets me.’

“I love you, too, kiddo,” You smiled, genuinely, as you returned the hug.

And after a few seconds she let go, hopping off your lap and landing of the floor. “Alright, see you later, Commander (y/n)! See you later, Master Leonardo!” She smiled as she flew out the room to join the other children.

“Bye, kid,” Leo smiled, waving as she soared.

You sighed, standing up from your seat as you stretched out your back.

“Hey, hon,” you tiredly smiled, giving the blue clad turtle a quick peck on the lips, before starting your way towards the exit.

“Whoa, there. Don’t think you’re getting away that easy,” he smirked, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him, your cheek now resting on his plastron.

“C’mon, Leo. I gotta get to the Mess Hall and help Todd with dinner,” you sighed, resting your hands on his shoulders as you looked up at him.

He craned his head so his lips were just barely touching your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck. “I know you’ve got something on your mind,” he whispered, his hands resting on your hips, the fit not so different from a puzzle piece.

“And I’ve got time on my hands,” he lowered his head to your neck, placing three hot and heavy kisses leading to your collarbone, which would definitely bruise later.

“So start spilling.”

You practically melted at his tone, a lazy smile stretching across your face as the resting hands on your waist now wrapped around, pulling you closer to the turtle.

It never fails to amaze how he could still do this to you, make you smile and nod at whatever he said like a lovesick teen.

“I just...We.......The kids don’t deserve this,” you caved, struggling to find the words as you hung your head.

Leo’s brow bone quirked in intrigue, silently telling me to go on.

“Living like this. Existing like this. Most of these kids can barely say their ABCs, but can fire one of Donnie’s bazookas,” you threw an exasperated hand in the air, glancing up at Leo, who was listening intently.

“I’m worried about their innocence. Seeing so much death and destruction at such a young age is going to hurt them in the long run. And I just feel like I could be doing something about it. But on top of helping Todd, patrols, watching the nursery, missions, and Casey, I just don’t have the time to help in any other way.”

The tears started to bubble up again, your breathing becoming uneven as you took a deep sniffle, resting your head on Leo’s shoulder.

He sighed, stroking your back as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

As per usual, you were trying to hyper-extend yourself in order to help everyone but yourself, and as per usual, he felt partially responsible, wanting nothing more than to make it all go away.

Not a day goes by where he thinks that if he had never screwed up, the world would be a better place. That if it weren’t for him, the fall of Earth would’ve never happened.

And in connection, you wouldn’t be what you are now.

The rest of the camp knows you as this fearless fighter, who’s kept her smile and sense of humor despite the circumstances, proudly teaching the next generation of heroes.

But he knew better.

Behind every laugh, every hollow smile, every silly face, he could tell you were breaking. You were a caricature of who you were pre-invasion.

“I think you should take a break, let someone help out. I can--.” “No,” you quickly shut down, lifting your face from his shoulder and looking him dead in the eyes.

He gave you a confused look, tilting his head at your sudden snappiness.

“You responsibilities are too important. You protect the camp and lead the resistance. I’m just complaining. I should really go help Todd,” and just like that, your mask was back.

Just as you were pulling out of the hug, Leo grabbed you by the back of the head and smashed his lips on yours, the force practically knocking the wind out of you.

Sometimes he didn’t know his own strength.

If it was humanly possible, he tightened the grip around your waist, and you sighed, kissing back with just as much force, your arms wrapping around his neck.

After a minute or so, you both separated with a gasp, your dazed, lazy smile making him lightly chuckle.

“Still got it,” he smirked.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and he rested his hand on your cheek, his cheeky grin now turning sincere.

“We’re in this together, mi amor, don’t forget it. Take a break and let some of the newer fighters take some of your responsibilities, just to lighten the load,” he smiled, resting his forehead on yours.

“Can’t have my wife getting too stressed.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you carefully held the back of his neck, pulling him into a soft, meaningful kiss.

And as quick as it came, it left.

“What would I do without you?” you smiled, laying your head on his plastron.

“I could say the same to you, sweetheart,” he smirked, resting his chin on your head.

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#rottmnt leonardo #leonardo hamato #leo rottmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #nickelodeon #rottmnt movie

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ilyalljasonsandnon-jasonsthesame · 2 years

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Young Justice season 2

(The first ones won't be numbered either)

Ep 1

Damian?????

Forget it, it's Tim

Tim?????

So we're doing the skip Jason thing again, huh?

Or maybe he already died? But the math isn't right?????

What??? the??? fuck???? Care to explain???? Wtf is going on????

Oh, time skip. Ok.

Beast boy!!!!!! <33333

Eps idk

Ok???? Aqualad is bad????

WHERE TF ARE WALLY AND ARTEMIS ISTG IF THEY'RE DEAD

Connor and M'gan broke up oof

So we're once again ignoring Barbara's disability

Oof, Dick told Tim "don't die" three guesses why

Ohhhhh Aqualad's gf died :(((

Why is M'gan dating that guy?

Ep 3 i think (where the aliens explode)

Omg, Tim was involved in an explosion damnnn

Oof, Batman's coming

They don't look happy lol

Get reckt

Dick, you have no right looking at Tim like that

Lol, knew he couldn't be mad at him, like, that's literally what got you where you are my dude.

Lol, when you parallel this with that ep in s1 where every hero is checking on their sidekicks after the tornados thing and they had 1 sidekick each, you'll see things haven't changed much, they changed sidekicks and duos but they still have 1. And then there's Batman, who now has 3

Ep 6 (I don't remember if the roy thing goes in here but whatever)

Bart!!!!!! <333333

Trackers in the water? That's such a Batman thing to do

Roy :(

Omg Liannnnnn

Lol I love that baby

Ep 7

WALLY AND ARTEMIS!!!!! <33333 they're alive :)))))

Oh :(

OMG SHE (M'gan) DID WHAT????? OMFG

OH MY MOTHER FUCKING GOD HE KILLED HER AAAAHHHHHHHHH

Wally's not gonna be happy

Dick's boutta get reckt

Bitch

Bitches all of you

You do not get to play me like that

Ep 8 (first live-tweeted episode yay)

Oof, man, this show may not have Jason but this is exactly the father-son angst i signed up for

OMG THAT'S JASON

Ok, hold up, wait, I need a minute, wait, a moment pls, that's jason

:(((((((

Oof, I think the "people think I'm the same guy but with a different costume" may have hit close to home for tim

Oh God, Tim's looking up at Jason's memorial

Things boutta get angsty

LOL, batman has a lot of kids

I love you bart

Omg, Jade named Lian after her sister

AHHHGGGGGG I HATE SPORTSMASTER SO MF MUCH

Oof, I love the shade to his dad

Oof, get reckt

YOU GO ROY, KILL LUTHOR <33333

LOLLLL BLOW HIM UPPPP

Oh, I've got a feeling Kon and this girl may date in the near future

Icy bitch, you better not ruin the girls' party

LOLLLLLL I KNEW THE CAR WOULD EXPLODE. WAY TO GOOOOO!!!!!

Godddd what a bitch

Aaaaand he ruined the party

Get reckt lol

OHHHHH ARSENAL!!!!

STFU LUTHOR, you're embarrassing urself

OMG HE'S GONNA BLOW LUTHOR'S ARM OFF OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD. GO AHEAD PLS

With his own merch 😭😭😭 Roy ur a genius mwah

BAHAHAHABAHAHAHA LEX "WHY THE VIOLENCE?" LUTHOR

Ahh shit

Revenge or satisfaction? Both. Both is good.

Ep 9

What is it with batkids and explosions?

Wallyyyyy, you're gonna create a misunderstanding

"StROng fAmILy TiEs" omg stfu Ra's

Ep 10

Ohhh shit

Ep 11

Ooooo she gon dump himmmm

Ep 12

Godddd they're grosss "sorry your daughter was killed, here's 20 bucks" 🤮🤮🤮

UGH slade

Idk which of them is worse

Batkids disappearing during conversations has got to be one of my favorite genders

Roy....

I'm in for making Luthor's life hell but not the right time

Ugh, idk why but I find black beetle soooo annoying like, joker kind of annoying. You're not funny, stop it.

THAT GUY HAS KIDS??????? IS THAT EVEN FUCKING LEGAL?????

Uh oh, he's gonna discover Aqualad's secret and then make him evil, isn't he? Shit

Friend or foe?

Friend :)

Ahhhh, he recognizes Kon as his grandson 🥰🥰🥰

Ep 13

YESSSSS GO ARTEMIS

UGHHHH really?

What a crappy comercial

Teach??? Teach what exactly???

Yeaahhh, hate to agree with slade but it is awkward

Mannnn the gatekeep part didn't work, huh dick?

Lol, I love Bart

Ep 14

Dude, I have a project that's worth my whole grade due in like 4 hours but I'm too hung up on this

YEAHHH YOU TELL HIM EDUARDO

Idk what she's saying but I like her energy

Yeaaaa, hate to agree but yeah. Guy's all red and firey, were you really trying to burn him?

Dude....

Hmmmmkayyy.... I think the scarab took control?????

OMFG AHHHHHHHGGGGGG FOR REALLL???????

Those kids aren't stupid, they would never go with luthor

Omg, seriously?

Ep 15

Bee and guardian are so cute <333

OMFG how the turntables

ROY YOU'RE GONNA DIE WTF

Ugh shit

Ep 16

UGH SHUT UP DIPSHIT

Ummm what if the camera had audio though?

Dude you broke him again 😭😭😭

But girlll what if there are cameras around?

I really don't know who I want to win here

PFAFAGAVABBABAHAHAHA HE'S BLESSED 😭😇🙏❤

Ooooooo Dick's mad

You're gonna get reckt pal

Ep 17

"THeiR oWn CrEAtioNs woRkIng AgAiNSt ThEm" projecting much, lex?

What's his plan? I'm kinda confused now

YOU KICK HIM??? LIKE THE FOOTBALL???

Tf???? I'm really lost here

Ohohohoooo yep, exactly. Luthor.

Poor kids tho

Ep 18

Pfffft those two still going

Weirdo...

She gon dump him now

I love jaime just mentally messing with them

SEE??? I TOLD Y'ALL KON WOULD END UP GOING OUT WITH THAT GIRL

Ok? So I think The Light is betraying The Reach

Ep 19

Shiiiittttt Ra's knowssss

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit

AHHHHHHHH TRIPLE SHIT

It's over 😭😭😭

I really don't wanna see

This is bad

Fuck

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

OMG

YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING

THAT BETTER BE ANOTHER ONE OF THEM IN DISGUISE OR I SWEAR

What??? Won what??? Wtf

Bahahahaha omg they've been fucking playeddddd

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK????????

Ladies and gentlemen, I've been played twice

So the bump was on purpose?

Say what you want but i love witchboy

I'd be like "OMFG HE KILLED RA'S" but I know he'll survive

AWWWWW WALLY AND BART <3333333

Ep 20

Ahhhh shit

I hate not being right :/

I hate that he's smart

Shiiitttt

Someone's gonna die here

I can smell it

Shit

Wally's gonna die

Shit

I know it

Wally don't push yourself :(((

Fuck

Ugh ofc it had to be Luthor

:((((((

Ohhhh fuck

#dc comics #young justice #young justice season 2

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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years

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hmmmm...... how about soulmarks for the fic trope game?? or if that's not your kind of thing, undercover/fake relationships? 💕💕

OOOOO hmm

For soulmarks…

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.

F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.

I think there’s kind of only one kind of soulmark I really like and it’s the one where writing on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin? It’s a nice avenue to actually get to know who your soulmate is and develop a bit of a bond before you actually meet, which to me really makes finally meeting them feel even better.

(I guess since I personally wouldn’t really give much of a shit about finding my soulmate if I know nothing about them I’m like… I need a good reason to care?)

Plus points if it’s just a Thing between them and isn’t really a common occurrence in the fic’s universe so it’s not established that that phenomenon means you’re communicating with your soulmate.

For undercover/fake relationship dsdfgjg gosh

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.

F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.

OKAY omg another guilty pleasure… But I only click if it’s a happy ending where they actually end up together dhjkdfg If it ends in angst I don’t want it lol This is like… Such a stupid trope that I would hate hate hate in real life and disown a friend for ever doing but ugh when your fake relationship slowly becomes real? When you realize you actually want to keep it going even when you don’t ‘need’ the fake relationship anymore?

Or both people actually secret like each other but one’s just brave enough to fucking ask for a fake relationship to indulge themselves then there’s a bit of drama because the other person’s like ‘I can’t do this anymore it hurts because I have very real feelings for you’ but then the one who started the whole thing is like ‘wait, no, I… actually have real feelings for you too’ shdjksdfg so dumb but it’s such a guilty pleasure!!!

The special layer I really enjoy for undercover relationships especially is if its for a job and the two are rivals/enemies/frenemies and slowly start catching feelings now that they get to see a new side to each other and aaaaaaaaaa man >.< This trope I swear… Only not A because again… I only like it if it’s a happy ending >.<

#chat & colloquy #gingerbreadmonsters #im very into happy endings only… forgot to mention in the earlier ask but i also only like soulmate AUs where the soulmates actually end up #together even tho i said i dont particularly enjoy predestined lovers… because whats the point if they dont sdhgjkdfg idk #wouldnt your soulmate be someone else then??

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bitchybutcher · 3 years

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Texts I sent a friend the first time I watched The Boys, Season 2:

- Gird your loins

- I’m dying to know more about Black Noir

- Ugh ffs Homelander smarming about on stage at Translucents funeral

- It’s an empty box but I suppose how would people know cause invisible corpse

- WHY IS ANNIE SINGING AT THE INVISIBLE PERVS FUNERAL

- Aw no straight in with Sad Kevin

- Oh ok angry drunk Kevin

- Ugh not these Samaritans Embrace fuckers again

- Oh Annie. Parroting the company line. I hope she’s gonna fuck them all over

- SAD HUGHIE OH NO

- BILLY JOOOOOELLLL

- Aw Kimiko is learning

- Her lil smile

- Oooh Hughie is a liiiiiar

- Meeting on the subway like a couple shifty teenagers

- Oh I forgot they microchipped the supes like dogs

- Oh nooooo young love angst

- Oh no a Sad Kevin incident

- Aaaaand he’s been arrested

- A nice archer bailed him out

- Omfg the fake Butcher re-enactment

- Oh do NOT tell me this crazy bastard is gonna drink the frozen breast milk

- Oh fuck he is

- What the FUCK, HOMELANDER

- This visually impaired ninja seems nice

- That probably means he’s gonna turn out to be a dick

- OH FUCK

- Homelander what the fuuuuuck

- Ok what the shit is happening here in the motel

- WHAT

- What the fuuuuuck

- I – MM is making a dolls house? That’s so cute

- Oh shit smuggled people

- Homelander is nuts with power

- Uhhhh who is Carol and why is she staring at Kevin while he sleeps

- Finally an archer who is honest about how useless they can be once they run out of arrows

- Oh noooo are they gonna try brainwash Kevin with homeopathic stuff? And why do they keep offering him Fresca

- OH FUCK ME NOT ANOTHER RELIGION THING

- Oh Hughie has grown a pair since last season. Good for him

- Where’s Butcherrrrrrrr

- Body gore porn dude is called Gecko that’s too cute a name for him

- Stormfront seems like fun

- She’s gonna be pissing off Homelander so much I like her already

- OH WHAT THE FUCK THE CIA LADYS HEAD EXPLODED

- I like Stan

- Giving Homelander the dressing down he needs

- I know it’s convenient for Toni to wear the padded suit all the time but does Homelander ever wear anything else

- Oh hiiii Becca I still think you’re a bitch and Butcher deserved better

- BUTCHERRRRR YASSSSS

- “Daddy’s home”

- I’m dead. It’s official.

- The fuckin smirk and the voice I’m fuckin dead

- OH NO KEVIN IS TRYING THE CHURCH THING

- Is he making shroom tea

- Why is Patton Oswalt voicing Kevin’s gills this is delightful

- Atrain is awake again that’s not good

- I’m cracking up at Sad Kevin and his singing gills

- Homelander is gone way off the deep end oh boy

- Awwww soft Maeve in the hospital with her girlfriend

- I want to like Becca but I can’t shake the bad feeling

- Homelander is a terrible father

- I mean I know he has no role models to base his parenting on, but yikes

- It’s like if Scar was raising Simba instead of Mufasa

- ….are the gang raiding a party city store

- I love how Frenchie always looks a mix of horrified and amazed whenever Kimiko kills someone

- AWWW IT’S HER BROTHER YAY

- Oh shiiiiiiiit

- Butcher STOP JUST SHOOTING PEOPLE

- You were right this season is weird

- I like Kimiko’s brothers bedazzled denim jacket

- Butcher don’t punch Hughie wtf

- Starting with Hughie listening to the same song again, nice

- Butcher is terrible at apologising it’s so cute

- I’m sorry did Hughie just fall over trying to throw a punch

- The kid’s a dandelion omg

- Why are they on a boat? Did Karl just decide “I like being on boats lemme go on a boat”?

- I see what you mean about Homelander being scary

- He’s completely insane

- Why does this storyboard guys shirt say assbinder

- Chace Crawford is an excessively veiny man

- BLACK NOIR IS CRYING

- Or possibly laughing

- Hard to tell when they have no face

- Annie actually leaked all the compound V stuff good for her

- FRENCHIE KISSED HUGHIE

- Homelander is gonna get this kid killed tryna make him fly

- Honestly the kid looks more like Hughie

- OH MY GOD HE PUSHED HIM OFF THE ROOF

- OH MY SWEET FUCKING JESUS HOMELANDER YOU CAN’T DO THAT

- Oop there’s the laser eyes

- Oh Homelander is back at the Tower and freaking Maeve out

- OH FUCK THE BROTHER IS LOOSE

- Hughie don’t do it

- Oh ok I thought he was gonna jump off the boat

- Kevin and the cult weirdos are up to something

- Hughie no you don’t call the girl you like crying over Billy Joel lyrics

- Oh god boyo you don’t then drop the L word in the same voice message!

- He’s hopeless

- Oh nooooo Kevin is attacking the boat goddammit Kevin

- OH FUCK A WHALE

- For fuck sake Kevin

- Ewwwww

- Butcher what the fuck

- Hughie having a nervous breakdown inside of a whale

- No but why is Karl so hot covered in blood

- Actually I didn’t even need to include the blood part of that question

- Oh boy here we go, the 7 show up to find Sad Kevin crying over spilt whale

- ….why is Stormfront tryna get all up in Homelander’s ass?? I thought she was cool but now she’s all lemme suck that radioactive dick

- OH NO

- Poor Kevin he’s worked so hard to accept his gills and now Homelander has knocked him back down

- Oooo dear Atrain is having a heart attack again this isn’t good

- Oh fuck is Hughie gon get caught

- Oh no it’s Annie it’s ok

- OH FUCK

- ANNIE WHY

- THAT’S YOUR HUGHIE

- OH MAN KIMIKO’S BROTHER IS BADASS YES SQUASH THE SMUG PRICK

- Oh I do NOT like Stormfront holy fuckin shit what’s wrong with this woman

- Poor Kimiko

- What’s with the random woman talking about calling off her wedding?

- Why is Frenchie taking drugs

- FUCK SAKE FRENCHIE DON’T TRY KISS A GIRL WHEN SHE’S GRIEVING

- What the FUCK is thiiiiis

- Is he dreaming or is this the shapeshifter tryna stay alive by granting Homelander some sick wish

- Yikes I feel bad for Doppelganger

- I am fascinated by whoever and whatever the fuck Black Noir is

- MM sees right through everyone’s bullshit

- I feel so bad for Annie

- Ooooo Atrain getting fired

- MM having to put up with Hughie and Annie having a we didn’t start the fire singalong 😂

- Ok who’s in the weird group therapy sesh with these women with strange views on love

- Vending machine date so cute

- Omfg ahahahaha the girl with the Ed Sheeran tattoo

- I really want to like Becca cause she stands up to Homelander but I can’t shake the suspicions about her

- I feel bad for Butcher

- Homelander is a scary good liar

- Oh shit interviewer lady is pulling out the diversity questions

- OH FUCK

- HE’S OUTED MAEVE

- Poor Maeve what the fuck

- Ugh Stormfront

- Shut your racist hole bitch

- Oh shit Kimiko on the warpath

- Frenchie! Kimiko listen to him he’s tryna help

- MM is doing a lotta sharing this episode

- Ohhhh something bad is gonna come out about this Liberty lady they’re looking for oh fuck

- Wait WHAT. STORMFRONT IS LIBERTY

- Stormfront is like 70????

- She’s really good with social media for an old bird

- Ohhh fuck Homelander is pisssssssssed

- Christ you’d know Homelander was an only child

- Bitch you better not be fucking Butcher over

- I FUCKIN KNEW IT

- BECCA YOU RAGING BITCH

- Got her goodbye fuck then called the supercops on him cause he’s a little broken? FUCK BECCA

- Oh no Annie don’t give Hughie the “we can’t do this” talk

- Pick your emo ass up and stop being melodramatic

- All these women are chatting to Kevin?? Why??

- Also this most recent one is super weird

- THEY WERE INTERVIEWING TO BE KEVINS WIFE

- This cult thing is so fuckin weird omfg

- KEVIN GET YOUR SAD BUTT OUT OF THE CULT

- Oh gross not the Doppelganger shit again

- Doppelganger is really bad at flirting

- ….

- WHAT THE SHIT

- Nonononono don’t do the selfcest

- Not even Homelander is that fucked up

- This is super weird

- Why is Homelander crying

- OH SHIT HE KILLED HIM

- Uhhhh are they doing a lesbian scene in a vcu movie

- Christ that was terrible and way too on the nose

- “Strong female lesbians”

- Homelander you himbo fuck what other kind of lesbian do you get

- I feel bad for Ashley

- She just wants to do her job well

- Poor Butcher. His lil heart is broken

- Oh no baby you’re hurt and upset? That’s so sad let me suck your dick about it

- Oh no what’s he gonna do

- BUTCHER WHAT THE SHIT

- I mean it’s really fuckin hot but still

- There’s always a cut on the cheekbone

- “They’ve been moving her around like a Catholic priest” omg HUGHIE

- Aww he called Hughie his canary

- Oh shit are Frenchie and Kimiko missing?

- KEVIN GOT MARRIED

- BILLY HAS AN AUNTIE

- Doggiiiiie

- Awwwww soft Butcher with his dog

- Aaaand now I feel bad for Atrain cause he’s being kicked to the curb

- Oh gross this interview with Kevin and his cult wife

- This is so cringe holy fuck

- Bring back the Patton Oswalt gills

- Why are the gangsters discussing musicals specifically Hamilton

- FUCKING HELL KIMIKO PEELED OFF THAT GUYS FACE

- Ahahaha the boys showed up at Butchers aunties house

- The dog’s name is Terror that’s so cute

- Hahahaha Hughie was holding the fuck pig

- Why is there a sniper on the roof

- Oh shit it’s Black Noir

- Ugh what does Annie’s mom want and why is Stormfront being her friend

- Oh hey it’s dickless

- These two writer dudes are hella irritating

- Poor Elena getting dragged into this shit

- Yes Maeve scheme against his ass

- Heartbroken Butcher is so tired

- He needs a hug

- Hughie give Butcher a hug please

- Why is Kimiko in a church

- Oh hey its Frenchie’s other girlfriend

- Oh ok Kimiko is doing hits that’s fair

- The old man just looking away like “I do not see it”

- Aw no Frenchie don’t break up with Kimiko

- Oh fuck off Cult Kevin

- Stormfront again?????

- Does this bitch ever fuck off

- DID SHE JUST CALL ATRAIN GARBAGE

- Wait why is Homelander giving an unapproved speech

- This is gonna end in someone getting murdered isn’t it

- OH FUCK

- That’s a lot more murder than I expected

- Ohhhh phew ok he was just daydreaming

- Ashley is gonna go bald from stress

- I adore grumpy Butcher

- Omg auntie Judy is a drug dealer I love her

- Ohhhh shit Homelander is having a nervous breakdown

- BOBBY FROM X-MEN????

- Uhhhh why is Homelander talking to Stormfront this can’t be good

- Ooh MM set a trap this gon be good

- BUTCHER HAS A BROTHER???? THAT HUGHIE IS LIKE

- Oop Lenny is dead

- The random explosions as Black Noir trips the traps

- Oh shit Butcher locked the others out to face Black Noir alone

- YES MM

- OH NO MM

- YES HUGHIE

- Oh fuck did he KO Butcher

- Shiiiit shit shit shit

- Yes Butcher save your Hughie

- Oh good they all survived

- For fuck sake Kevin stop with the cult shit

- Maeve please save Kevin from the cult

- Annie why are you sneaking around don’t do it

- There’s a lot of shots of Annie’s bum

- What the fuck is Sage Grove

- Stormfront needs to go choke on a bag of dicks

- Oh fuck no not Homelander again

- Uhhhhhhh

- Stormfront x Homelander was not what I was expecting

- These two have the WEIRDEST relationship

- They’re gonna do some really fucked up supe bdsm shit aren’t they

- Frenchie is Betty White. Fair enough

- Wait what is happening. Why is Annie letting Frenchie at her with a lil saw

- Ohhh the chip

- “This might sting a little” FRENCHIE IT’S A FUCKIN SAW

- Oh fuck that’s a big chip

- Oh look it’s loves psychotic dream

- Well that’s suitably gross

- Aww Kimiko hugging Annie

- Butcher is so menacing I love him

- Kevin tryna be helpful to his buddies he’s so cute

- NO! NO BAD KEVIN! STOP TRYING TO MAKE PEOPLE JOIN YOUR CULT

- Kimiko with her brass knuckle

- Oh man, flowers??? Homelander has it BAD

- Annie back the fuck off and leave Butcher alone

- OH SHIT IT’S STORMFRONT AT THE HOSPITAL NOOOO

- What the fuck is going on at this hospital

- OH FUCK BOBBY FROM X-MEN IS LAMPLIGHTER

- Oh shit who got let out

- What does Cindy do

- OH SHIT SHE’S THE HEAD BURSTER

- Aaaaaaand now they’re all out

- Good job, guys

- Ewwwwww acid vomit

- OH NO HUGHIE

- Are you kidding me?? Annie can’t go all Starlight unless there’s a power source in the immediate vicinity??

- What kinda fuckin shite superpower is that

- Aha Butcher agrees with me

- Ok so I’m guessing Homelander went berserk on set

- Uhhhh apparently Cult Lunch is a therapy sesh?

- Atrain get outta there

- This cult leader guy is an arsehole

- Hospital escape lookin like a horror survival game

- Awwww flashbacks to happy times

- Omfg Butcher with the slicked back hair

- Welp, Annie just killed a guy

- Oh shit a baby seat

- Annie is gonna have a bad case of the guilts now

- Oh fuck ok Lamplighter killed the kids by accident

- So Frenchie went to save his friend instead of tailing

- Oh god that’s the penis isn’t it

- Stormfront to the…rescue? Maybe? She’s gonna kill Lamplighter isn’t she

- Oh, no ok she didn’t kill him

- Aw no sad Butcher cause Hughie’s hurt

- Oh nooooo Elena found a video from the plane

- Mallory gon kill sad Lamplighter?

- Stormfront is coming clean to Homelander? Whaaaa

- She was buddies with the Nazis??? SHE WAS MARRIED TO THE VOUGHT FOUNDER GUY

- Oh fuck the head burster is still alive

- A montage of how Stormfront is brainwashing people into racist attacks, nice

- I hate Annie’s mom so much

- Black Noir has just fuckin LAMPED Annie

- Butchers mum called him 😂😂

- Oh shit his dad died

- Why are Hughie and Lamplighter watching knock off supe porn

- Oh boy a racist rally

- Homelander just threw Annie under the bus

- Hughie that’s a really weird pep talk

- And he’s gonna get Lamplighter killed

- BUTCHERS MUM IS ADORABLE

- Oh shit it’s Denethor

- And he’s not dead

- Oh fuck he’s why Lenny died?

- Shit Lenny shot himself

- Butcher was SAS???

- WHERE ARE MY PICS OF BUTCHER IN HIS ARMY UNIFORM

- Ah fuck he’s bringing stepmommy Stormfront to meet the kid

- I have an urge to run my fingers through Butchers beard

- Frenchie and Kimiko are too cute she’s teaching him her sign language

- Is this a cult birthday party?

- Poor Eagle the Archer. He pissed off the cult so he’s gon be excommunicated

- Uhhhh kiddo made a Lego film?

- Good for him

- I know it shouldn’t be sexy when Butcher starts threatening to brutally murder people in his growly voice, I know, but hear me out: sexy growly voice

- 11/10 would let Karl Urban murder me

- Oh FUCK Lamplighter killed himself

- Poor Hughie

- Why do all the bad things happen to him, like having to saw off a dead guy’s hand with a broken whiskey decanter

- Annie versus Black Noir, beat his/her ass girl!

- HUGHIE COME SAVE YOUR ANNIE

- YAY MAEVE

- Black Noir has an almond allergy that’s such an off the wall weakness

- Annie’s favourite chocolate bar saved her life

- Well Maeve did, technically. But still

- Omg Hughie accidentally saving Annie’s mom

- Hughie and Annie are too cute

- Oh shiiiiit Homelander screwed the pooch and showed the kid everything

- HAHA SUCK IT BECCA

- OH SHIT HEADS ARE BURSTING ALL OVER THE PLACE

- Butcher in his lil jumper

- For a non-American, this school safety psa video is supremely weird

- BOBBY FROM SUPERNATURALS CHARACTER IS CALLED BOB

- BOBBY FROM SUPERNATURALS CHARACTER IS JUST BOBBY FROM SUPERNATURAL BUT FANCY

- Annie’s mom critiquing her choice in boyfriends while in mortal danger is gas

- And typical

- The lads going nuts with weapons they’re so happy look at them

- And Butcher in his lil jumper again he looks so comfy

- I would very much like to cuddle him in the soft jumper and give him beard scritches

- Annie ffs let Hughie enjoy his Billy Joel, that’s a good choice

- Ahahaha Maeve just called Hughie a twink

- She’s not wrong

- Oh fuck off Becca

- Uuuuugh OF COURSE Mr Edgar is in with the cult

- Oop Atrain overheard all of that

- Poor Ashley she’s going bald from stress

- The kid is gonna have a meltdown

- Poor Hughie with his mom leaving

- I wonder if she’ll pop up at some point and turn out to be a supe that would be fun

- ATRAIN YOU CAN’T JUST APPEAR IN A CAR LIKE THAT YOU COULDA KILLED SOMEONE

- Hold the phone is Homelander actually being a good dad for a minute

- What the actual fuck is Stormfront on with this white genocide shit

- Ahahaha the news broke

- Uh oh the Vought soldiers got caught by Homelander

- OH SHIT

- MM BETTER BE OK

- Becca fuckin constantly squawking about Ryan is so annoying

- WHY IS KIMIKO LAUGHING

- It’s adorable but still

- Oh FUCK she snapped her neck

- She’ll be fine

- She’s like a wolverine, snapped neck won’t keep her down

- AYYYYY MAEVE

- The lads just watching them kicking the shit out of her like uhhh

- Oh hey Becca did something useful and stabbed the Nazi in the eye

- Huh. The kid melted Stormfront

- Good for him

- AHAHAHA YES HE GOT BECCA TOO

- BYEEEEE FELICIAAAAA

- I mean yeah, heartbroken sad Butcher isn’t nice to see, but Becca sucked

- Aaaand now Homelander covered in blood has arrived to listen to Stormfront babble in German

- This is like in those scenes where it’s like oh who will the dog go to

- Ayyy Atrain got back into the 7

- Aww poor Kevin getting rejected again

- See Kevin this is why we don’t join cults

- Annie thought he was breaking up with her, girl don’t be daft

- Butcher and the kid, not awkward at all

- The one lesson Butcher can teach a kid – “don’t be a cunt”

- Aww happy endings for all the boys

- Aaaaand a “happy ending” for Homelander too by the looks of it

- Oh ffs a corrupt politician in with the cult, what a surprise

- HIS HEAD BURST

- Wait the politician lady is the head burster? I’m so confused

- Confusion may have been aided by it being almost 3am

- Hughie getting a real job, bless him

- Too bad it’s with the head burster

- Oh this is such a good song to end the season with

- Welp, now begins the long wait for season 3, I guess

- Should I sleep or find fic to read

- Body says sleep, heart says fic

- That’s a lie, heart says Butcher

- ….Butcher fics it is

#theboys #theboystv #theboysmemes #theboystextposts #I'm back with more insanity #middle of the night is probably not a good time to be texting but hey ho #I'm still a shameless ho for Billy Butcher #that's so sad let me suck your dick about it #I mean like damn #Karl Urban doesn't mess around when it comes to thirst trapping #I need season 3 like yesterday #amazon please #the boys #season 3 #I need it

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allelitefics · 5 years

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Clueless

Pairing: Bray Wyatt x OFC

Summary: You’ve been helping out the family, watching Bray’s kids when he’s out of town... it takes him a hot second to realize how you feel about him.

Warnings: angst, fluff.

There may be a part 2 coming.

All you could think to yourself in this moment was that you were an idiot. But you were doing this for your best friend right? Not him.. right? Because if you were doing it for him, you were definitely an idiot. You paced his living room waiting for his arrival so that you could go back home, thinking that his flight was delayed, but there was always a stop after his flight - stop at the bar, hook up with some random chick, and then come back home to his kids that he hasn't seen in 4 days. This was the third time in two months that his sister, your best friend had something come up, his kids mom had made plans, and your best friend desperately needed you. Owning your own business you were able to have a flexible schedule, and you couldn't help it, you wanted to help.. Was it for Mika? Or was it for her older brother that you've had a crush on since you were kids. His marriage, two daughters, and then divorce...and still that teenage girl lived deep within you thinking maybe, just maybe someday you would have a chance. But the last time you did this for ...Mika.. he came home with one of these chicks and you were crushed but you didn't show it.

The girls were asleep, and you looked at your phone. Last time you texted him was an hour ago asking what his ETA was. He said 15 minutes. It had been 45. Once he walked through that door you were ready to grab your purse and get in your car and get the hell out of there. You were lost in your thoughts when a key entered the doorknob and he came in suitcase in tow. "Hey, I'm sorry." he said seeing you standing there, you grabbed your purse that was on top of the couch and walked past him to walk out the door. "Girls are asleep." you said. He watched you, clearly pissed. "Wait, y/n!" he said as you were out the door by then, he was caught off guard and definitely confused. You turned around, "Did i do something? I'm sorry I'm late." "It's whatever, see you around." was all you said, you got in your car and you were gone.

Bray was confused as ever, it was well past midnight but he called his sister. "What do you want?" she answered the phone annoyed. "I just got home, and y/n like got out here, really pissed off." "Do you have a girl with you like last time she watched the girls?" Mika's half awake state didn't have the logics to cover up anything for you. "Uh.. no.." "Were you late?" "Yeah.." She laughed, "You're such an idiot man. I'm going to sleep, I think you can figure it out from here." she said then hung up the phone.

Bray sat on his couch and ran his hand over his face. The thought of you being into him never crossed his mind, you were his little sisters best friend, you were like family. Plus, last he heard you were dating Matt Riddle. He realized how little attention he paid to you in that moment, and for someone who had gone out of their way to watch his kids he felt like a huge ass, and then thinking of the last time you watched the kids and walking in with some random woman...not a good look at all. "Fuck" he muttered under his breath. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, and pulled out your text chain. He realized some of the past conversations were borderline flirty and that probably didn't paint him in a good light with you with the way he acted. "Fuck" again he repeated. "I'm really sorry I was late. No excuse." Was all he could think to send. He saw the read receipt and no response from you, and he wasn't going to get one.

The next morning the girls asked him about you, asking when they would see you next. They always had a good time with you, the girls weren't like that with anyone else. Especially any other female besides their mom and your family. He kept checking his phone all morning, eagerly hoping you would text him back. But once the girls were at school and noon hit, he felt like a piece of shit. "What should I do?" he asked his sister as he sat in his car on the phone outside of the gym. "I don't know Bray.. do you have feelings for her? I mean don't do some grand gesture if you don't feel that kind of way for her." "I don't know." was he could muster. "Again, you're an idiot. Stop texting her everyday and flirting. You're leading her on, and she's finally trying to move on after her last breakup with Riddle." "Shit Mika." "You're on your own big bro." she said then hung up the phone.

You sat inside your office inside your salon, you were proud of what you built, at only 28 you were doing pretty well for yourself. Right now you didn't want to be around people, you were left thinking about your failed relationship with Matt and how you had spent 3 years on a man you had no future with, and then letting yourself feel vulnerable to Bray. "What the fuck is wrong with you." you say to yourself. There was a knock on your door, as much as you wanted to ignore it like everything else in your life right now. You couldn't. "Come in." you say. Your receptionist peaks her head in, "Hey, there's some big wrestler looking guy here to see you." "Is it Matt?" "No, like BIG" she says which makes you chuckle. "Ugh" you say following your laugh, "You can let him on back." you say. Less than a minute later Bray was coming into your office, black muscle shirt, jeans, and his baseball cap on backwards. He looked so damn good, you hated how you ached when you saw him. "Hey." he said coming into your office and closing the door behind him. "Hey" you said but looking at your laptop. He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and set them in front of your screen. "These are for you." You look up and sigh at him. "I'm an idiot." he said, and you couldn't help the natural reaction your lips gave when they formed a smile. "Yeah you are." you say picking up the flowers to admire them. He comes around the desk and gets on his knees in front of you, turning your chair, he grabs your hands and holds them together on your lap. "You really don't have to-" He cuts you off, "I'm a piece of shit, I'm sorry darlin'" You tilt your head to the side, "What're you sorry for exactly?" "For being an idiot." You laugh again, "How are you an idiot?" you ask. You need him to say it, tell you that he feels the same way about you that you feel about him. "All the flirting and shit, I didn't know how you actually felt..." You nod your head and slide your hands back, you can feel the rejection coming. "Yup." you say and you attempt to turn to face your desk again, but he won't let you. He pulls you towards him placing his hand on the back of your head and your lips collide into a bruising kiss. Your heart flutters, he can't stop and intensifies the kiss and you let him. You never want this to end. Another knock at your door interrupts you and you sink down when he slowly breaks away. "What is it?" you shout. "Your 2 o'lock is here." "Okay be right out!" you shout back.

"You're the boss, you don't have to work you know." Bray says. You shrug, "I like it." He laughs but then looks at you intently. His hand still caressing the side of your hair. "When can I see you again?" he asks. "I'm off at 5." you say. He nods, "Can you stop by the house? I promise once the girls are down I'll make it worth your while." he says, leans forward and sensually kisses you again. You're weak, so weak when he kisses you. "Sure." you say. He stands up and you do too, "I'm glad you finally got your head out your ass Wyatt." you say as you walk out of your office and walk him to the front. He can't help but to grab you one more time and kiss you. "See you later, Darlin'"

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The next 3 hours go by fairly quickly and you're anxious to see Bray. On your way over to this place you call Mika. "Wow, finally he got his head out of his ass." she says after you tell her what had transpired that afternoon. "That's exactly what I said." you both laugh. "Can I be honest with you though?" she asks you. "Of course." "Just..be straight up about what you want. I don't want to see you heartbroken again. Tell him what you want because if he can't give that to you he needs to let you know." You nod your head, "Yeah. I will I promise." you tell her.

You finish your phone call and pull into his driveway. It's near 6pm by now, the girls would probably be eating dinner. The door is unlocked and you come inside "knock knock" you say. "Y/N!" the girls shout leaving the dinner table to come a hug you. "Hey girls!" you say rubbing their backs. "Go back and finish your dinner!" you encourage and then look up to see Bray, standing there now in his basketball shorts and a bottle of beer in hand smiling at you. They run back to the table and Bray approaches you, that little smile makes you swoon. "Hey" he says in a quiet voice and kisses you. You sigh, wanting more, but little ears and eyes are around and you have to wait. "OoOoO" the girls make a sound from the table. "Daddy is, Y/N your new girlfriend?" he chuckles and then looks at you and back at the girls. The girls were pretty familiar and had gotten used to their parents being divorced, Bray's ex-wife was dating someone and the girls were aware that the new man was mommy's new boyfriend. "Yeah, y/n is daddy's new girlfriend." he says then looks at you, you can't help but smile as he kisses your forehead and has his arm draped around your shoulders.

#bray wyatt x reader #bray wyatt fanfiction #bray wyatt

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amadeus-of-the-north · 4 years

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Trope Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @chocolateghost & @dena-1984 love you guys! Sorry it took so long lmfao, I didn’t know what to do (bc I’m dumb) and I also had to switch to my computer to copy & paste bc my phone is a BITCH!

slowburn or love at first sight (no offense to my love at first sight homies, but the fics just aren’t as good) // fake dating or secret dating (fake dating fics make me angry bc they keep missing opportunities to be together!) // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (both, I like to think I’m cultured) // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence (not gonna lie, this one was TOUGH) // hurt/comfort or amnesia (the amnesia ones make me sad) // fantasy au or modern au (depends on the fandom) // mutual pining or domestic bliss (mutual pining is cute but OOOOO sometimes it be testing my patience) // smut or fluff (both, life needs to be SEASONED! we don’t eat unseasoned chicken in this house) // canon compliant or fix-it (Taco Bell, think outside the box) // reincarnation or character death (I like both tbh, but I’m weird and enjoy being a sad bitch from time to time) // one-shot or multi chapter (FEED ME MY DARLINGS) // kid fic or road trip fic (UGH childhood to adulthood romances just HIT DIFFERENT) // arranged marriage or accidental marriage (hmmm I don’t see accidental marriages often enough) // high school romance or middle aged romance (UGH we love teenage dramatic angst) // time travel or isolated together (I like the emotional ones, they’re so good!) // neighbors or roommates (AND THEY WERE ROOMATES!) // sci-fi au or magic au (they be doing some next level shit) // body swap or genderbend (uh not really a fan of either I’m afraid) // angst or crack (no question, hands down the easiest one to answer) // apocalyptic or mundane (I would like you to know that I Googled this just to make sure I knew what the fuck was up)

*The commentary was unnecessary but I have a bad habit of sharing my opinion without asking LMFAO*

Tagging: @tubbylita @thereylohandtouch @nostopidontlikeattention @arin-arryn @vivilove-jonsa

(Lol leave me alone, I don’t have friends)

#tag game #all the tropes

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nancywheelxr · 5 years

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Ooooo you write for legends of tomorrow? Could I request something with some angst/fluff where John Constantine has a nightmare and then the team ends up watching a movie together? Thanks!

Yes, I do! And you guys, you don’t understand, I love Constantine’s character since Vertigo was still around, Dark Justice League is like, one of my fave comic runs.

Not for the first time this week, John shoots up in bed, chest heaving in labored gasps for air. A bottle rolls off the mattress, empty by the sound of it, and at least that accounts for his headache.

The nightmare clings to his skin and he struggles to kick off the sheets, stumble into a cold shower. It's a well-practiced routine by now– wake up in cold sweat, throw up in the toilet, shower. Rinse and repeat. It's something he accepts now with all the resigned bitterness he reserves to his own fuck-ups that inevitably lead to this.

This time it was his most recent trip to Hell that sneaked back to haunt him. Very fitting, considering he'll be back there in the end anyway. Might as well get used to it.

His hands are still shaking when he turns off the water and they keep trembling while he towels, while he dresses, while he listens to the door lock itself behind him.

It could be cold turkey from his cigarettes, fuck if he smoked in this god damned ship, but John knows how cold turkey feels.

The hallway is blessedly cooler than his room and it helps him feel less caged in, less trapped, and he's sure the whiskey Sara keeps hidden in the library will help even further.

When he flips the light on, though, he's not the only one that freezes guiltily.

“Uh, hey?” Zari ventures, hand frozen midway to the liquor cabinet.

John rolls his eyes. “Don’t mind me, by all means,” he drags himself to the table, pulling out two glasses and the ice cooler, “take that left one, will you? It’s where Sara keeps the good stuff.”

The strong stuff, he means.

Zari bites her lip, glancing between him and the cabinet, before seeming to make a decision.

She takes the left one.

“So,” she says, accepting the glass he hands her, “why are you awake?”

“Why are you?”

“Touche,” her eyebrow raises and she knocks back her shot. Then, because these people are unlike anything John's seen, she continues, “nightmare, actually. Couldn't shake it off after.”

Maybe it's because Zari is perhaps the last person he had expected to blurt out her troubles like this– and to John of all people– or maybe they're starting to rub off on him, but he grimaces, raising his own glass in toast, and admits, “welcome to the club, love.”

“Ugh,” she makes a face as the alcohol must burn her throat, “is this supposed to help?”

“Dunno,” he shrugs, pours both of them another shot, “can't make it worse, though.”

That earns him a snort. “I don't think that's right,” she shakes her head, glancing around the room wistfully, “this would make such a good media room, it's a pity Sara never lets me bring my stuff here.”

John smirks, spreading his arms. “Sara isn't here now,” he points out.

“No,” Zari points an unsteady finger at him. If it's already from the alcohol or still from her own nightmare, John decides not to venture a guess. “She’d kill me. Like, kill me kill me.”

“Chicken,” he mutters, cursing himself for forgetting his pack and lighter in his room.

“No, it's called self-preservation instinct,” she sniffs haughtily.

“if you say so, love.”

“I mean it, I'm not doing it.”

“Alright, ‘m not telling you to.”

“I can't believe you're daring me to do this.”

“Am not,” he frowns, bewildered as she glares at him before stalking out the library. “Mad,” he scoffs to himself, “the lot of them, off their rockers.”

It takes Zari a good ten minutes to come back, and John spends it steadily working through Sara’s liquor. The silence is what he had been looking for when he first sought the library, but he still finds himself exhaling in relief when she returns with her laptop and tangle of cables.

“We’re watching Harry Potter,” she informs him, really, setting up shop on the table, “because I'm pretty sure it's some sort of crime being a British warlock and not having seen any of these.”

His whiskey sloshes in the glass and this is not at all how it usually goes. For one, he's not nearly passed enough. But his limbs are feeling heavy and sometimes the shadows still seem to flicker, and John had always preferred the path of least resistance.

Even if it means staying in his armchair and allowing Zari to play her bloody movie.

“What's going on here?”

It's Sara, looking rather worse for wear. In his seat, John leans back, settling in for what should be at the very least an entertaining interaction.

“Harry Potter marathon?” Zari risks, “we couldn’t sleep.”

Sara raises her eyebrows. “So you decided to either watch a movie or raid my liquor cabinet?”

John raises his glass. “Cheers.”

The look both of them give him is, indeed, entertaining.

But then, instead of glaring and telling them to wrap it up, Sara studies them thoughtfully for a minute. The thing about Sara is that she always knows more than she lets on and when she takes the time to look at you like this, John feels awfully seen. He’s not sure he likes it. There are hardly good things to see there.

“Alright,” she sighs, crossing the room to seat at the couch with Zari. “Press play, then, and you,” she turns to John, “quit hogging the bottle, come on.”

Perhaps not so surprising, more Legends begin trickling after that, like moths to a flame and by the time he notices he’s been tricked into another attempt of team bonding, John is drunk enough not to care. A movie night is not the worst thing in the world, not if they keep the alcohol coming anyway.

And, not that he’d ever admit it out loud, there’s something to be said about comfort in numbers. Surprisingly, he finds he’d rather sit here listening to this ridiculous movie than lick his wounds in his bedroom.

All in all, it’s no the worst of his nights.

#legends of tomorrow #john constantine #zari tomaz #sara lance #lot #look an ask #lot tag #constantine and zari brotp

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sopewriters · 6 years

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Carpe Diem

Pairing: Wong Yukhei | Lucas X Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, and a bit of angst

Word Count: 6.9K

Warning: Lots of cursing. Internal. External. Everywhere.

Note: This fic contains embedded images.

You sigh tiredly as you stumble past the unlocked gate to your house, clumsily locking it behind you even though all that’s on your mind is sleep.

You’ve thought this many, many times, but you really hate your job. Okay, that’s a lie; you don’t hate your job as much as you despise the stupid people who come by with the most idiotic questions – literally, Google exists for a reason.

No, you don’t know why Pumpkin’s saliva is so slippery, why’s your saliva slippery Becky? And no, neutering your dog isn’t going to magically make him a female, but maybe someone neutered your bRAIN—

Needless to say, work hasn’t been going so hot. Honestly, being a vet would be a lot nicer if idiots like that didn’t exist.

An excited bark rings through the silence and, tired as you are, you can’t stop the smile that quickly stretches across your lips as you find the doghouse missing an occupant. A black blur crashes into your legs, nearly making you drop your bag, but you don’t pay it any mind, letting out a delighted laugh instead as you quickly crouch and scratch him behind his ears.

“You missed me huh, didn’t you baby? You been a good boy today?” You coo delightedly, giggling as he pants excitedly, before your grin dissolves into a grimace when he slobbers all over your hand. “Ugh, Max!”

The black lab just lets his tongue hang loose, huffing innocently at you. As much as you hate him for drooling all over you, you can’t help but soften at the sight of him and his cute eyes and his cute everything.

Damn dog, playing dirty.

“Love you.” You let out softly, letting him bump his head against your hand a couple more times as you stand, moving towards the door. “Now go back to your shed, baby.”

A whine erupts from the back of his throat, but he dutifully slinks away to his shed with drooped ears. It’s a sad sight, but you really don’t want him inside the house for the night, not having the energy to get rid of all the hairs he’s no doubt going to drop all over the place. Besides, it’s relatively nice out tonight; he’ll be fine.

Sparing him one last fond look, you quickly unlock your door and make your way inside, shutting it quickly behind you. You don’t care for the mess as you drop your bag onto the armchair by the couch, quickly padding your way to the sink to wash off the slobber with some soap.

“That little shit.” You can’t help but sigh affectionately to yourself as you tiredly make your way upstairs, pulling open your closet doors to fish out a tank top and a pair of shorts. Once you’re changed, you throw open the windows, letting cool air sift through, though you shut your curtains out of sheer paranoia.

Making your way back to your bed, you decide you should probably head to sleep now. It’s the weekend, starting tomorrow, but you’ve still got work to do. It’s for the best if you don’t stay up and watch anything. Not that you will: your control is irrefutable.

You finally fall asleep, two horror movies and half a sitcom later.

Except.

Why?

Are?

You?

Awake??

Your eyes snap open, vision blurry and mouth dry and disgusting. You can’t help the downward scrunch of your brows, eyes squinting accusingly up at the ceiling like it’ll provide an answer to all your problems. Pausing for a moment, sleepily keeping an ear out for any sounds, you turn over on your side and burrow your face into your pillow, content to fall asleep again.

And then you hear it.

A mooing sound.

Well. That’s not exactly accurate. See, there can’t be a cow outside—and that’s not a cow’s moo. It’s obviously a human voice saying ‘moo’—or, more accurately, screeching it. And it almost sounds like it’s coming from under your window but that’s obviously just your brain playing tricks on you—

Max barks.

Your eyes snap back open and you stumble to your feet, gripping the ledge of your window as you stick your head outside. Through narrowed eyes, you see what looks to be a mop of dirty blond hair right beneath you, nuzzling at your dog, but you must be mistaken, right?

Alright, there’s no explaining this, and you’re a hell of a lot more awake than you were before.

Swearing angrily under your breath—fuck everything out there, you can’t be allowed to sleep in peace for ONE (1) fucking night in your life, everyone should just fucking die—you stumble your way down to the door, thankfully not tripping and falling to your death as you descend the staircase. The last thing you need is to become a human pinball, after all.

Throwing open your door, you march angrily out to where Max is, though your footsteps falter when you see it’s not a weird blonde cow but, in fact, a man. You can’t really see much through the dim light coming from the streetlamp, but his eyes are fucking huge. So are his ears, to be honest. Is he an elf?

“OoOoO!” He says, wiggling his eyebrows—you’re a little impressed at how flexible they seem to be—and you blink as your anger gives way to surprise and a little resignation. “Look Rocky, They’ve come to take me away!”

Who the hell They are is beyond you. Apparently, though, Rocky’s your dog. Nice.

“You’re on my lawn.” You say flatly, not bothering to say more. Your voice comes out croaky and disgusting, but you can’t find it in yourself to care because what’s this fucker doing here at three in the fucking morning? “Are you drunk?”

“Nooo!” He laughs, hiccuping a little and you sigh. This is just what you needed. “I’m not a drunk! I’m a cow. Moo.”

“…Right.” You sigh, watching in perturbed fascination as he slings an arm around Max—like he’s a child finding his first friend—and sneak a glance at your open doorway and back at the man. “You’re drunk.”

“No!” He insists and you low-key want to drop to your knees and scream, but that wouldn’t get you anywhere. Maybe after you drag him inside.

You were raised well enough to know you can’t leave this guy out, drunk as he is. He’ll either freeze, or die. Probably both.

“Yes.” You exhale tiredly, before stepping forward. Were you more awake, you wouldn’t have been able to hook your hands around his toned arms and drag him up to his feet. Luckily though, you aren’t, so you don’t think much of it, even as he leans precariously back onto you, making you grunt with effort. “We’re going inside come on!”

“No!” He sounds horrified, and even Max snuffles a little, but you pay it no mind as you start hauling him back. This is impeded a little because the fucker actually digs his heels into the ground, wailing and screeching dramatically, limbs flailing.

You feel a bit like a kidnapper from one of those Home Alone movies you watched as a child as you clamp a hand over his mouth, muffling his shouts; but, in your defense, he’s being really fucking loud and your neighbors won’t hesitate to phone you in. You can’t deal with that on top of everything else.

“Stop!” He cries—and tears actually dribble down his cheeks and wet your hand—and then the fucker licks (licks!!) your hand, making you shriek and let go of him. He stumbles, swaying on the spot as he whirls around and giggles, “Ha, I beat you, you – hic! – stupid alien—”

And then.

And then he.

And then he doubles over. And barfs. All over your fucking slippers.

Then, the fucker passes out, slumping over you, the stench of alcohol made so much stronger from the close proximity. Of course, the smell of vomit slightly intermingles.

You scream a true scream of Fury, covering your own mouth with your clean hand to stop yourself, before fighting back frustrated tears and shucking your shoes off. Something must have possessed you then, because you drag his unconscious body into your house, dumping it unceremoniously on the couch.

Luckily, he hasn’t seemed to have thrown up on himself—no, the right was reserved for your fucking shoes, apparently—and so you just take off his jacket with little care and chuck it over the side arm of the couch, before stumbling to the guest room and returning to dump the blankets on the man.

“Fuck you.” You say vindictively, angrily adjusting the blanket snugly around him. “I hate you.”

His sleeping form doesn’t answer, obviously, and you manage to make it to your room before finally getting to pass the fuck out like you deserve.

The morning announces itself with a shit ton of sunshine, splaying forcibly all over your face.

Groaning at the uncomfortable warmth that spreads across your face because of it, you stumble to the window and firmly shut both it and the curtains with a sense of finality, before you crawl under the covers again and try to snooze again.

Then, someone knocks.

Your eyes fly open, heart jumping in your chest as you instinctively back into a corner, sheets raised up protectively to the crook of your neck. Chest heaving slightly, you stare at the door, unmoving, unblinking, hoping to God there isn’t a murderer lying in wait.

“Um, hello?” A voice filters through—a man’s voice.

Your mouth betrays you as it lets out a squeak, and you clap a hand over it—like that’s going to change anything. It doesn’t and, so, you stare at the door for what seems to be hours…until it finally cracks open.

It’s barely open though, hardly a fraction, and, yet, you scuttle back, near squishing yourself into the wall as your heart beats in your chest. Infinite scenarios run through your mind, the tamest ending with you bleeding out on the floor, and you try to calm yourself down, try to tell yourself to breathe, just breathe.

“Hi Person!” The door swings fully open then, and you stifle a silent scream as a blur of brown suddenly darts forward, all toothy smiles and brilliant eyes. Then, it stops and you can finally take in the face of your to-be-murderer.

Then, you pause. He doesn’t look like a murderer.

Eyes—a shade of warm brown—sparkle curiously at you from beneath a blonde fringe; the wide grin teasing the corner of his mouth draws you in immediately, for reasons unknown (you know why). His eyebrows are lofted high, high, high like they’re trying to jump off his face because of sheer excitement and nothing else.

And then it strikes you. You know exactly who this is.

“Oh, that was close.” You can’t help but sigh under your breath as you stand up and get a little closer, and the man perks up at the sound of your voice, leaning in with his head tilted.

“What was that?” He asks loudly, and you wince, before something occurs to you.

“How are you not hungover right now?” You demand, formalities be damned, “You were piss drunk last night!”

“Oh, I was?” His nose scrunches up (and it’s not adorable, you’re wrong) and his quizzical expression clears, “Ahh, that makes sense then!”

“Huh?” You manage.

“I was wondering what I was doing here, but I get it now.” He says honestly, “By the way, you have a great couch.”

“I know, but thanks, I guess.” You say smugly, a little burst of pride flaring up, before you shake your head, wondering why you’re letting this absolute stranger just carry you away like that.

Not the way you want, anyway.

“But you didn’t answer the question.” You say quickly, before you can be swept away by your thoughts, “How are you not hungover right now? You should’ve seen yourself yesterday, it was…pretty bad.”

He blinks at you, then frowns quizzically.

“You’re not the first person to tell me that.” He shrugs, tilting his head a little. It’s adorable, unfairly so. “People tell me I like to get a little… wild, sometimes.”

The corner of his mouth lifts up at that, the slight curve of his lip communicating to you exactly what he means.

“Sure.” You grin sarcastically at him, “If, by wild, you mean a wild cow.”

“Huh?” This seems to throw him off, and he just stares blankly at you for a while. When you don’t move to explain, his eyebrows shoot up a little, as though telling you to move it on.

“You were petting Max—my dog—on my lawn at literally 3 AM and, when I came outside, you mooed at me to assert your dominance.” You struggle to say with a straight face.

The man’s face whitens.

“You’re joking.” He deadpans, and you shake your head with incontestable smugness.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’. “I mean, if it makes you feel better, you did make a pretty cute cow. Up until you threw up on me, at least.”

“Oh my god.” He sighs, dragging a hand down his face. Suddenly, it’s like his switch has been flipped; the flippant, chill side of him’s been replaced by this serious, forlorn looking guy. “Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry about that.”

“It’s cool.” You bat a hand at it, a little put off by the sudden change in his demeanor. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh!” His eyes widen and he sticks out his hand, grinning mutedly when you take it with amusement. “I’m Wong Yukhei, but you can call me Lucas!”

“Alright, Lucas, it’s nice to meet you.” You frown when you realize that’s not exactly accurate since you met each other out on the lawn before. Whatever. “I’m ________.”

“________!” He cheers enthusiastically, and he’s back— the beaming man from before. “Do you wanna get breakfast? It’ll be on me, like a – like an apology food thing!”

“Alright.” You can’t help but chuckle at his visible excitement. “But I can also make breakfast at home, y’know.”

“No.” He says staunchly, a faint crease forming near his brows.

“I mean, think about it.” You realize out loud, “You don’t have clothes to even change into, and we can’t both go out looking like sewer rats.”

“I don’t look like a sewer rat.” He says defensively. “Neither do you! …But, I guess I see your point.”

“You can treat me to breakfast another day.” You reassure him, “But I can make waffles or something for today.”

“O-kay.” He says petulantly, a little like a child, before something in his expression changes. “Wait, I know! I can cook for you!”

“I’m – it’s fine!” Your mouth fumbles around the words, “It’s totally okay, I can do it myself!”

“No, I insist.” His lips curl up the tiniest bit as he leans down lightly to look you in the eye. It’s all you can do not to screech and jump a foot in the air; your heart still rabbits hurriedly in your chest when his thumb gently runs along your hand. “Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

You can’t speak, mouth running dry at how close he is, oh shit, oh shit, it’s getting hot in here.

“Y-Yeah, okay.” You concede defeat, barely managing to scrape out the words. Your composure’s taking several hits from this guy, and you absolutely love hate it.

“Yay!” His mood does a complete 180 as he beams excitedly at you. “It’ll be the best breakfast you’ve ever had, mark my words!”

“Alright, alright, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” You grin at him, a little relaxed because of his sunny disposition, though it quickly falters when you realize—

“Uh, Lucas?”

“Yes?” He looks at you, eyes questioning.

“My hand, please.” You fight back the flush that threatens to overcome your cheeks. “You’ll need yours to – to cook and all. And stuff. Yeah.”

Smooth. Like tumbling down a mountain.

“Oh!” He quickly lets go of your hand, the warmth disappearing, much to your disappointment. He looks unfazed, though, not even the slightest bit concerned about holding your hand for so long. “Sorry ‘bout that!”

“It’s okay!” You say a little loudly, but that’s okay because Lucas is clearly louder, so he doesn’t think anything of it. When he waves lightly at you and sashays his way into the kitchen, you can finally slump over the door, hand finding the knob for balance.

Why do you always do this to yourself? Why couldn’t you just let him throw up on himself and freeze to death? Now you have to deal with Hot-Cute Guy cooking in your kitchen, in your house.

If there’s a god out there, end me now, please and thanks. You thunk your head lightly against the wall, before traipsing downstairs when it becomes evident that no bolt of lightning is forthcoming. Well, you figure, at least you’ll get some good food out of this.

What you don’t count on is how terrible of a cook Lucas is.

Sure, it started out all nice, with him finding a spare apron that was never meant to see the light of the day. You don’t even know how he found it; you’re pretty sure you stashed it under a barrel of rice just so that you wouldn’t need to look at it. And, to be fair, it is a pretty horrifying apron; your friends decided to pitch in and collectively get it for you as an April Fool’s gift.

So, basically, Lucas wanders jauntily around your kitchen, knife held incorrectly in his hand, wearing an apron that has, in bright red block letters, FREE BUNS, BRING YOUR OWN HOT DOG, on the back.

Suffice to say, it’s a terrible omen.

“Um, Lucas?” You try, nervously eyeing the way he holds the knife (dangerously, dangerously close to the blade). “We c-could just make waffles, like I suggested?”

“No.” He says emphatically, mouth forming a pout. Which is unfair, really, because they look really, really soft and really, really tempting. “Look, ________, I’ve seen my roomie Mark do this shit all the time! It’ll be just fine, don’t worry about it. Besides, I wanna eat an omelet, they taste nice.”

Except, it’s not ‘just fine’. Not when he nearly runs a knife through his hand instead of through the goddamn onion. Not when he cracks eggshells into the pan the first two times. Not when he tries to add water to them to make them ‘a little runnier!’ and definitely not when he tries to flip them and—

They fucking fly up all the way to the ceiling and stay there.

“So. Um.” He finally says, after a companionable moment of disbelieving silence. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

The eggs choose that very moment to splat against the floor.

“…I would hope so.” You side-eye him pretty hard, and take no pity on him when his eyes grow as wide as a pup’s. “But you’re gonna clean this up while I make waffles—you know, like I said I would.”

He slinks off to get the cleaning supplies, as per your direction, and you turn around to hide your smirk.

After breakfast, that day, Lucas reluctantly steps out of your house, hovering uncertainly by the threshold like a particular flea that doesn’t want to get out. Not that Lucas is a flea – of course not! – it’s just… it’s a little adorable, now that you think about it. He spends a whole ten minutes petting Max, rubbing his face with your baby’s and getting familiar with him. It’s only when you bodily shove him away that he walks sadly to your car—and the sight of it is more than a little amusing.

The drive back to his place is filled with (mostly inappropriate) jokes and debates about a TV show the both of you coincidentally enjoy watching. Lucas, unfortunately, has the complete opposite opinion of you on one of the character arcs—and this serves to be a pretty good point of discussion for the rest of the ride. He also makes more references than you would’ve thought possible to your cooking, calling it the Food of the Gods (!!!) multiple times (just to spite you, you bet).

When you finally drive up to his flat, however, Lucas looks like he’s been super-glued to his seat.

“Well?” You gesture, eyebrow raised. “Off you go then.”

“Yeah.” Lucas bites his lip in a rare show of uncertainty. “Could I have your phone number though?”

“Huh?”

“So I can call you!” He insists, wide eyes growing impossibly wider. “For coffee, like I said I would!”

You’re helpless to resist the look on his face and sigh, quickly grabbing his phone from his outstretched hand to punch in your number.

“There you go.” You say tiredly, smile half-present on your face, as you hand over the device. Holding back a shiver from when your fingers brush against each other, you let your smile grow a little wider, sharper. “And if you call me today, Lucas, I swear to god—”

“I won’t!” He promises, “Scout’s honor!”

“You weren’t ever a scout.” You squint at him, making his grin turn a little sheepish.

“You’re right, I wasn’t.” He admits bashfully, “But – in spirit – I am!”

You hold back a disbelieving snort and wave him off.

“No sooner than next week!” You command cheerfully, “Bye!”

“Byeee!!” Lucas decides to be a little shit about everything and blows you a flying kiss. You wrinkle your nose even as you roll up the windows and drive out. A small smile has made its way onto your lips again, and you chuckle to yourself.

This could prove to be interesting.

“Hey Kukas.” You greet cheerfully when he rolls up to the curb. The bright grin on his face immediately dissolves into a pout.

“_________, that was one time!” He complains as you slide into your seat, further sticking out his bottom lip when you buckle your seatbelt. It takes everything in you not to stare. “You’re being mean.”

“I’m pretty sure you would’ve figured that out by now.” You comment playfully, “You need at least one mean friend.”

“I have plenty.” He complains, driving out, “Everyone’s mean!”

“That’s not my problem, then.” You tease, “Choosing to surround yourself with meanies – it’s obviously your fault.”

Lucas looks solemnly at you.

You raise an eyebrow in turn.

“Alright, I give.” He says with a dramatic flourish, and you roll your eyes. “Anyway, how much do you like coffee?”

“I’d say a decent amount.” You shrug, “You know, considering we’re going to a café.”

“_________!” Lucas whines. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe you’ve only met him once, even if the two of you text religiously.

You throw your hands up in mock affront. “You make it too easy!”

“You’re lucky I’m nice.” He tells you solemnly, “You wouldn’t like me so much otherwise.”

“Oh yeah?” Your tone makes it clear that you don’t believe him, but he just laughs it off and tells you, with a perfectly straight face, that he’s forgotten the way to the coffee shop.

You might or might not threaten him with bodily harm after that one. Luckily, Google Maps is a thing, so he lives for yet another day.

When you turn up to the place, you’re a little taken aback by how plain it looks. No, seriously. It’s just a plain brown building with a small doorway in the front; though the door at least is a little interesting, with painted glass embedded in it.

Though you don’t voice it, you can’t help the soft bubble of disappointment in your chest. The way Lucas was going on about your coffee date outing, it sounded like it’d blow your mind. This is just… so plain.

Then, you resolve yourself with steely determination. No. You’re not going to do this; you’re going inside for coffee, sure, but mostly for the company – which hasn’t disappointed do far. Even if you’d never admit it outright.

“Everything okay?” Lucas, who’s already gotten out of the car, ducks his head inside, looking at you with wide, concerned eyes. A part of you briefly debates the merit of throwing caution to the wind and kissing him now, at this very moment, but you quash it down quickly.

“Yeah.” You manage a passable smile, sliding out of the car and slamming the door shut. “Lead the way.”

The room inside isn’t actually so bad. It’s colored a soft cream on the walls, and the dark tiled floors complement them well. There’s a counter in the front – reminiscent of any coffee shop – and chairs and tables are scattered over the floor area available.

All in all, it seems very homely.

The man tending to the counter only affirms the thought in your mind. He looks up with a sweet smile that only grows broader at the sight of Lucas, and he quickly wipes his hands on the towel tucked neatly ‘round his waist.

“Lucas!” He greets happily, leaning over the counter for a hug as you watch on bemusedly. “You haven’t dropped in for a while now.”

“Sorry, Taeil hyung.” Interestingly enough, Lucas seems oddly bashful, which is something you’ve never imagined he’d be. “The past couple of weeks have been… hectic to say in the least.”

“Oh, yes, I know.” Taeil nods knowingly, “Mark was complaining about it, all of yesterday.”

“Yeah, it’s… annoying.” Lucas huffs out a laugh, and you shuffle a little awkwardly in place now. He seems to notice, because he suddenly takes your hand up, “Anyway! This is _______, and this is her first time here!”

“It’s nice to meet you, ________.” Taeil greets kindly, and you smile weakly back at him, “I’m Moon Taeil – the owner of this café. I’m sorry if Lucas annoys you too much, but you’ll eventually learn to tune him out, I’m sure.”

“That’s true!” Someone calls from the kitchen, though you can’t see them; a tiny chuckle rips from your throat at that, “It all becomes white noise, eventually!”

“Hey!” Lucas yells annoyedly, “Shut up Yuta!”

“Oh my – the disrespect!”

“Sorry, my bad; shut up, Yuta hyung!”

Taeil sighs—a long-suffering sigh and really, you can only imagine what he’s been through—before he turns to you.

“What would you like?” He asks finally, “I imagine you guys came here for coffee; not just for Lucas to introduce you.”

“We’re here for coffee, alright.” You agree quickly, though you can’t hold back a cursory, “I highly doubt he’d just come to introduce me; we’ve only recently met, after all.”

“Oh!” Taeil looks surprised, “You aren’t dating?”

You color at that, and Lucas jumps into the conversation like he’s never left.

“Taeil hyung!” He complains, throwing his hands up. If you look closely, you can see the faint pink stretching across his cheeks as well, “You’re – that’s – aren’t you – we’re not dating!”

“Excellent defense.” A man with straw-colored, silky hair comes from behind Taeil, resting his hip against the counter. “Top notch.”

You look at his nametag: Yuta☆.

“He’s very good at that.” You agree, eyes still tracking the nametag with interest until Yuta clears his throat.

“My face is up here, you know.” He teases amusedly, making your face flush.

“Yuta!” Lucas smacks his arm multiple times, eyes hard, “No flirting with the customers!”

Yuta rolls his eyes and pushes away from the counter. “We should just ban him, Taeil hyung.”

“We’re not banning Lucas from the café, Yuta.” Taeil sighs, like the line’s been well-rehearsed. “Lucas; don’t get jealous and shower your inability to act on your feelings on Yuta. Now,” He turns to you, smile still affixed to his face. It suddenly seems a lot more intimidating, and you shrink back the slightest bit, “What would you guys like to have?”

It takes a couple of thinly barbed insults flying between Lucas and Yuta for the two of you to finally collect your drinks and retire to the other side of the room—just so that Yuta can’t hear, according to Lucas. It takes the same amount of time for you to realize exactly what Taeil implied.

“So…” You take a hesitant sip of your iced macchiato—excellent quality by the way, you take back everything bad you thought about this place— watching wryly as Lucas takes a large gulp of his hot chocolate. “Are you and Yuta… okay?”

Not exactly what you wanted to ask, but you tell yourself you’ll just breach the topic slowly. Natural progression and all that.

Lucas looks a little surprised by your line of questioning, but quickly relaxes, eyes crinkling familiarly.

“We’re just fine!” He laughs, “We just like to annoy each other, s’all. He’s really like a big brother to me… but a shittier one than Taeil hyung, obviously.”

“Ah.” You say shortly, then curse yourself internally. Stellar response you’ve got going there! “Um, where did the three of you meet? At the café?”

Still not what you wanted to ask, damn it.

“College!” He answers brightly, barely remembering to gulp down his drink before answering. You’re just glad he did. “Yuta was a dance major, and I met him because I took some dance electives for fun! Taeil hyung already knew me through my littlest bro, Mark.”

By this point, you know better than to think Mark’s his actual brother.

“Cool.” You let out, then realize that you don’t actually know what Lucas does. “Wait, what’s your job again…?”

“Oh!” Lucas’ smile dims just a bit, but you already hate yourself for it. “I forgot I didn’t tell you. Sorry, that was dumb of me. I’m a producer.”

Your eyes widen, mouth parting in surprise. “That’s really cool!”

The muted smile on Lucas’ lips immediately brightens.

“Yeah, you think so?” He beams back, “Most people just think it’s a waste of time and too risky.”

That would explain the sudden drop of his shoulders when you asked.

“It’s not, it’s really admirable. You’re doing something you love!” You shove lightly at his arm, “More importantly…”

Lucas’ eyes are wide, innocently probing, trusting. He looks at you, and all you want to do is keep gazing back at him, at the bright hazel ringed by soft cocoa. But, you can’t. You need to ask him the actual, pertinent, question.

“Taeil was saying…” You lick your lips, hesitant. “That your work has been really hectic?”

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell.

“Ooh yes.” Lucas nods solemnly, head falling onto the table with a soft thump. His cup is pushed a little to the side, and you quickly hope it doesn’t fall. “We’re supposed to be working with this new co-ed group which is – y’know – a little risky, as always. The only problem is that their manager is an absolute bitch.”

“Sounds pretty bad.” You agree, sympathetic, even as your brain screams at you to ask the actual question, idiot! “I can relate.”

“You have a shitty boss too?” Lucas looks hopefully at you, face falling when you shake your head.

“Not exactly, since I am the shitty boss.” You grin lightly, “I just have really shitty customers.”

“Don’t call the animals shitty!” He cries, aghast. The words are a bit louder than they should be, and you glance nervously to where Taeil continues to re-organize shelves, seemingly used to Lucas’ shenanigans.

“I meant their owners, dumbass.” You chuff him lightly on the shoulder. “Want me to tell you about the time someone asked me a really dumb question?”

“There’s no such thing as a dumb question.” Lucas sticks his nose up in the air haughtily and, with a growing smile, you set about schooling him.

It takes you a full one and a half weeks for you to even try bringing up that question again. It’s been niggling away at your mind this entire time though, of course it has; and you can’t even be blamed for it because anyone would feel the same way.

You spend nearly half an hour whining about your life problems to Max, uncaring of his disinterested face, before recalling that Max is a dog and, therefore, can’t actually speak back to you. You’d call your best friend, but you know they’d probably just laugh at you, and you can’t take the humiliation of it just yet.

So, sadly, you wallow. You aren’t sure for how long, exactly, but you kind of mope around even when you go to work. When a co-worker jokingly says that your mood is even bringing down the pets, you nearly burst into tears on the spot.

This is a situation that is clearly in dire need of fixing.

It is on one boring weekend evening that you make up your mind. Determined, even as you lie haphazardly in bed, you grab at your phone, and decide to talk things out. Well, more correctly: text. You and Lucas have been doing that religiously, at the very least, so it’s not like you’ll be bringing it up out of nowhere.

You bite your lip anxiously at the end of it all, cursing yourself for unloading onto him like that. He probably thinks you’re an idiot now, or something. You should’ve never opened your dumb, fat mouth.

Almost pitifully, Max whines from the door like he knows how you’re feeling. Your eyes sting, and you smile shakily as you reluctantly slide off the bed to reach him, bending down to run your hands through his soft fur.

“I’ve really fucked up this time, Max.” You admit softly, voice cracking. Inhaling sharply, you rub slightly at your eyes, deciding to own up to it… even if it hurts. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now.”

Still, your eyes well up with unwanted tears. It’s unfair how much Lucas has come to mean to you in such a short amount of time. You’ve always been told you get emotionally attached to people, but it’s only now that you’re really regretting everyone being right about it.

“How about we go downstairs and get you a treat, eh?” You murmur softly to him, chancing a glance at your phone with something like a dull hope thudding in your chest. It quickly falls, though, when you see he hasn’t messaged back.

Disheartened, you trudge back downstairs to get Max his treats and to get yourself a pity-tub of ice cream. You put on a random movie, more interested in mechanically shoveling the sweet into your mouth than watching it.

And, through it all, the screen still stubbornly remains black.

Your eyes dart open with a jolt as you nearly fall off the bed. The TV’s still running, the muted sounds of Deadpool’s constant jabbering fading to the background with the force of your headache.

Fuck. You should’ve at least eaten something.

But your appetite was entirely shot for a reason, wasn’t it?

Sighing, you allow your shoulders to slump, eyes blearily tracking the screen. Deadpool’s easily one of your favorite movies, yet you can’t even muster up the energy to pretend to be interested. That’s when your mind finally kickstarts into place, and you finally hear the constant sound of the doorbell being jammed over and over.

“I’m coming!” You call, though the sentence quickly dies in the back of your throat to pave way for abject terror. It’s easily past ten in the night; who could possibly be trying to get into your house so urgently? A serial killer?

Carefully, you stalk your way to your foyer, ignoring the warning bells chiming forebodingly in the back of your mind. Curiously fitting your eye over the peephole, you nearly shriek at the sight of Lucas’ tired face staring back at you.

The doorbell keeps ringing.

Sighing in relief, you brace yourself against the wall before making to open the door. Then, you realize that it being Lucas doesn’t make your situation much better.

So, you take the coward’s way out.

“Lucas!” You call, mouth dry, “What – what do you need?”

You make a tiny sound in the back of your throat when Lucas hears you and stops murdering the bell switch. Your heart, though, still rabbits away in your chest, making you want to curl up into a tiny ball.

“I wanted to talk!” He yells through the door, “Open up!”

“Uh, I – I can’t!” You flounder uselessly, searching for an argument, “I’m, uh, on my period!”

Silence. Your face slowly burns with shame, and you wonder why Death hasn’t come to take you into its embrace yet.

“________, we both know that’s not true.” You feel like he’s frowning—which seems impossible, since you’ve hardly ever seen him do that, “Let me in, please?”

“No.” Your voice cracks, and you slump down the wall, drawing your knees in. “I can’t. Go away.”

The words weigh heavily in the air, and you can hear Lucas sigh, before a thump sounds down.

“Well, then I can’t leave.” He counters smoothly, like it’s the logical thing to do – which it isn’t. “C’mon.”

“No.” You say shortly, and that’s that.

The silence continues for a good five minutes, during which tears have gathered in your eyes and begun trailing down your cheeks. You don’t know what to do, but your chest tightens at the thought of Lucas leaving.

You don’t want to be alone and, yet, you feel like you might deserve exactly that.

“Lucas?” You croak out hesitantly, unable to hold back a sniffle. “Are you… are you still there?”

“Yeah.” His voice comes out small, smaller than you’ve ever heard, smaller than it should be. “Can I come in now?”

You don’t answer verbally, lifting yourself up on shaky legs to grasp the doorknob and tug. The door swings outward, but you only see the dusty tips of Lucas’ shoes, not allowing yourself to actually look at him.

The sound of the door opening attracts Max, who bounds past you to playfully paw at Lucas’ pants, and you want to cry some more because you’ve essentially lost this, because Lucas has come in person to tell you what a terrible person you are.

“Hey, boy.” Lucas speaks softly, “Why don’t you go over to your doghouse for a bit, yeah? I’ve gotta talk to your mom, here.”

You don’t look.

Soft hands cup your cheeks, but you still don’t look. Can’t. Not even when twin thumbs gently trace over your skin almost reverently, not when a quiet sigh sounds out.

“________.” Lucas’ voice is firm, unlike ever before. “Look at me.”

You shake your head to the best of your ability, letting out another sad sniffle.

“Babe,” Lucas finally says, and that catches your attention, “Look at me.”

When you finally bring yourself to look, you see none of the disgust or anger you’d imagined marring his face. Instead, it’s entrusted with a youthful, sweet smile that’s, strangely enough, directed towards you.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks, and you don’t feel deserving of all that kindness. “I shouldn’t have sent you that message, I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be dumb.” Lucas grins, “That’s my thing. Besides, if you didn’t do that, I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

Before you can question, in your teary state, what Lucas was referring to, he swoops down quickly, pressing his lips softly to yours.

You blink in astonishment, before an odd twist of fear and hope ignites in your chest.

“Lucas,” You start weakly, shaking your head again, “Lucas no. I d-don’t want you to force yourself for m-me. It’s okay, I can… I can just learn to not feel anything for you anymore, so don’t… don’t lead me on.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you!” Lucas looks shocked, aghast. His palm cups your cheek, still, while his other hand has found purchase at your hip. “You know I wouldn’t. Taeil hyung was right that day, but I just… didn’t want to seem like I was coming onto you too strong or something.”

You can’t speak.

“I’m sorry,” His gaze is earnest, bright, “I didn’t mean to make you feel this way, _______, I swear.”

“You’re not… you’re not pulling my leg, here, are you?” You manage to say, just to make sure. The hope weighs heavy in your chest. “Y-You really mean it?”

“I do.” Lucas nods, unusually grim, before a familiar smile lights up his face, “Now, c’mere and give me a kiss, please?”

You smile shakily and cup his cheek, before teasingly pressing your lips to the soft skin there. Some of the trembling in your arms has abated at the sight of his betrayed expression, and a wet giggle leaves your lips when he catches you around the waist in retaliation.

“A proper kiss!” He insists, turning you around and leaning in close, breath fanning over your lips, “To mark the start of our beautiful relationship!”

And, for the first time, you do as you’re told with absolutely no objections.

Written By: Midnight!

#nctwriters #kreativewritersnet #lucas x reader #lucas fluff #lucas romance #nct lucas fluff #nct lucas romance #wong yukhei #yukhei x reader #yukhei fluff #nct yukhei fluff #nct #nct wong yukhei #nct wong lucas #nct fluff

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literallyprentissstwin · 6 years

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Week 11: Tuesday, July 24th to Sunday, July 29th 2018

bonjour & welcome to this week´s reading list (which is finally up IN TIME). i only have one more week of summer break left and i´m crying bc i don´t want it to be over and i don´t wanna be in my final year of my apprenticeship aaah.

anyway, as always, i combined a list of my favorite fics i read over the week :) i really hope you´ll enjoy them as much as i did. don´t forget to leave some love and feedback to the authors :)

enjoy!

aileen xx

1. Redamancy Pt. 13, Pt. 14 , Pt. 15 by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

i´m in love with this multiparter, i really really am. the storylineis pretty interesting and there is so much diversity in the plot. i love to see how the relationship between Ella & Luke is building up and developing. it´s so good. could you please tag me in this story as well as in your other works? you´re a really talented writer & i basically live for all your writings :) that would be pretty cool!

2. Undercover I Aaron Hotchner by @bettysblossoms

awww this was so good and cute and basically made me smile a lot. i really really loved reading is. prentiss is savage, i live for her. very good, great work!

3. To Family by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

YES TO DAD!REID! i´m living for these kind of stories ( @cm writers: watch & learn!). omg this was so perfect. like the building up of this storyline...really good! the ending was heartwarming! i´m in love :)

4. Tequila by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

this was freaking hilarious. like i died bc of too much laughing. like seriously, it´s so good and funny and i loved will & aaron in it :D i´m just, really happy this story exists! :)

5. Article of Faith - Chapter 23 , Chapter 24 - The Writer´s Ending by @dontshootmespence

ooooo god, i´m scared. i really love how the team is still having reid´s back eventhough they are getting suspious and maybe part of them believes matt, but they would still support him no matter what and that´s just so beautiful to see god. it hurts my heart to see emily like this at the end of chapter 23. :((( i´m just so curious to find out where this story is going :) i love it a lot! edit: can we talk about your ending here? it killed me :))))) my heart is aching but it´s sooo good! i´m kind of sad this story is coming to an end :(((

6. Dad´s Spaghetti by @dontshootmespence

rossi is literally the coolest Dad on earth. like he´s so chill, but also so caring & protective. any child could be happy to have him as their dad. (i want him as my dad). i loved this story a lot <3

7. Means So Little by @dontshootmespence

THIS was a 100% relatable istg. like i was exactly in that position after i cut my extremley long hair off. i hate it that people make such a big deal of it ugh. i loved reid´s reaction to it, bc he´s right. it´s just hair, it means so little. great story!

8. We Love, We Fight by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

omg this was so good. i was at the edge of my seat. i loved the team in it. very well written. the ending was everything :))) great work!

9. capable. by @uncomfie

woooooooah wait...what were you trying to do with this story? trying to kill me???? holy shit, this was not what i expected when i read “death” in the warnings. uuuuugh. my heart hurts so bad but it´s soooo good! well done dude <3

10. Take His Power Away by @dontshootmespence

ok wow, this was so good. i love matt with all my heart and it pains me to see him hurting bc he loves his family so much & would literally do anything to protect them. this was so good! i def need more family moments of him in S14 (which we will get according to daniel yey <3). this piece was so rare and beautiful :)

11. Yeah by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

so so GOOD. all the emotions were covered so well. i loved reading it a lot <3 it was perfect, well done :)

12. This is Home by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

ooooooo god. my heart. i miss aaron hotchner a whole lot uuugh. i loved this piece and i loved their relationship :)

13. Of All Places // Spencer Reid by @itsmeedee

idk why but at first i was a little confused when i started reading it but then i eventually got it and it was fun to read. especially luke at the end :D great job! it´s a shortie but a goodie! :)

14. Work It Out (Spencer) by @the-girl-under-bofurs-hat

okay first things first: @ Anon: please don´t send the same request to different writers. this is annoying af. like it happened to me too and it´s really annoying. so plesae, stop it! thanks.

okay back to the fic: WOW i loved it. spencer was so different in this fic at first, i was like ”damn get your shit together”. but then derek came and blow his mind (holy crap i was scared of morgan in that moment.) and we got a happy end yey. i loved JJ and Morgan in it. they were the best <3 great work! i really enjoyed reading it :)

15. sophia. by @uncomfie

ok this was a fic i requested and omg let me tell you you did justice to my request like omg it turned out so so so good, you master of derek morgan fics. i loved how derek & y/n protected sophia and as much as i wanted them to adopt her, i prefer the way they chose! i loved loved loved reading it! well done dude :)

16. Black Light by @illegalcerebral

this story here is an entry to my challenge, thank you sarah for participating <3 okay, can we talk about garcia in this fic? like this is a whole new side to this woman, but it´s something i could really imagine her doing when it comes to her family. like i think the cm writers don´t give her enough credit and only show one side. but we need to believe that this side (you wrote in the story) is also there and tbh i liked it, eventhough it didn´t have quite the happy ending and she left :( but dear god, the angst was real and i loved reading it a lot! recommend 10/10! well done :)

this was this week´s reading list. a shorter one bc i didn´t read as much as i usual do! next week´s list will be the last in my summer break. i´m not sure how busy i´ll be once my final school years starts but i´m trying to keep the lists! :)

i hope you enjoyed reading it! leave some love to the writers & see you all next week!

#aileen´s reading list #week 11 #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #imagine #spread love and positivity #fandom

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imgoingtocrash · 4 years

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sg-1 continuum thoughts!!

sam’s reaction to jack being stabbed…the fact that she always tries to recover always has the answers but she’s so raw in that moment that she just doesn’t know…that’s some glorious fucking angst folks! that’s my shit!

also not to be That Guy but they were standing really close together in the temple and she did that thing where she smiles a lil smile at his jokes UGH i’ve missed them

“oh shit” that’s it! there it is! The Allowed Syfy Curse Word!

sam’s face at being an astronaut in a different timeline…AH she’s the cutest

“In fact, in our timeline I’m the closest thing you have to a best friend.” d’awwwww :’)

A timeline where Jack’s son lived??? oh shit!!!

“—known as Casa, it’s kinda like space corn but you know that is a story you’re gonna wanna hear sometime.” “Why do you think this is funny?” “Because it is funny—” CAM

ooooo “rat’s ass” and “who would make this shit up” right next to each other was this like the year they got the greenlight to curse or what

“I imagine you’re an extraordinary person no matter what timeline you happen to be in.” that’s right, general landry drinks his respect samantha carter juice

god stargate truly is so much. They walk into a paradox episode and make their fucking CASE like—hey, what gives you the right to control which timeline is the “right” one?

like yes the characters we all know and love have it “right” but thinking about all of the enslaved people in the galaxy??? this show has ALWAYS stood on the side of helping more people at the cost of personal loss and it’s the best but having someone from the “other” timeline be like “hey assholes your universe sounds like shit, i like my life???” such a good point

ONE YEAR LATER???? this is some endgame shit

“So what’s coming next?” “Death. Slavery. Uhhh…more slavery, more death.”

them being like “you can help or you can leave” and daniel being like LMAO BYEEEE sadsfhd

vala essentially being baal’s trophy wife? i know she’s got a gould in her but still GAG honey i’m so sorry

NEVERMIND! she got his ass! okay!

I love “the team works together in every universe” it’s platonic soulmates u know

ALSO all of this solar flare time travel stuff interacting EXACTLY with Atlantis’ arc!!! YES

you know guys i let a lot of shit in this show go but i have to ask who wrote DANIEL of all characters /double firing pistols/ like? could he really? i know he’s gotten better, but THAT much better?

CAM MITCHELL BOPPING BAAL IN HIS UGLY ASS HEAD? SEXY!

so i guess there’s a cam who just??? lived out an entire lifetime in the past and met his own grandfather??? wild

i love that this ends with like “what do you think he meant tho?” “AHHH don’t worry about it, it’s fine!” “eh you’re right let’s EAT” they’re the biggest dumbasses in the galaxy i adore them

#kate watches stargate sg1 #i love all of them i love seeing them thriving and alive and happy

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literallyprentissstwin · 6 years

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Week 6: Monday, June 18th to Sunday, June 24th 2018

bonjour y´all & welcome to this weeks reading list, which is already week 6 woooow. idk why i´m so motivated currently, it´s not funny anymore.

oh, and i´m hosting a writing challenge, check it out on my profile.

as usual, i´ve put together a list with all the fics i´ve read over the week & they were all freaking amazing. those are the once i personally preferred. all the writers are amazing, so don´t be sad if you did not make it on this weeks list.

i really hope you´ll enjoy & as always, leave some love to the author!

aileen

1.) Drabble/Oneshot by @builder051

okay, i actually hate gideon with a passion, but this broke my poor beating heart. like spence is so so heart broken, i can´t take that. this was so short, bu cute and good. i loved derek in it. good job!

2.) Survivor - Chapter 3 by @docspencerreid

hun, please don´t be so hard on yourself. you´re doing a great job here & your fic will get the recognition it deserves, i promise. SO GO READ IT YALL!!!! this chapter was so heartbreaking. but i really love how spencer supports her and is there for her. also that cute lil moment with Garcia, but also Morgan. my heart is swooning. really well done!!! be proud!

3.) (2) Chess II Criminal Minds by @idkbutspencer

okay, first things first: username goals???? okay also angst, i love angst. this was really good angst. i enjoyed it a lot. don´t worry about your english, it´s perfect. and this story was freaking amazing, congrats!

4.) Submission by an Anon, sent to @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars

this was so so beautiful. i loved how Luke wanted the blessing of Y/N´s father. and the end aawwww, so sweet. literally @ the anon writing this: this was so sos so so so good. they are so relationship goals, i´m jealous.

5.) A // Spencer Reid by @spencerthepipecleaner

okay, i really loved spencer´s casual reaction to what the reader had to say. this is how everybody actually should be. can this be possible??? this was perfect, great work!

6.) Survivor - Chapter 4 by @docspencerreid

all the freaking angst, i´m loving it. this chapter was so so good, i can´t deal with it. i can´t wait for more. this story is giving me life! good job! :) you´re awesome!

7.) Distractions Get You Killed - 1 by @traceyaudette

okay, woow. ANGST YES. Hotch, i have a question for you: what are you doing man? uuuugh, please. i really can not wait for more. this was so so good & i enjoyed reading it a lot. great work!

8.) Hiding Something - Aaron Hotchner Imagine by @fly-on-my-sweet-angel

i love me some good hotch fics, and yours was a shorty, but i loved it with my whole heart. this was cute & sweet af. i love Dad!Hotch a whole lot and i miss him tons. well done. :)

9.) Secrets II Spencer Reid by @alittlelessthanfandomimagines

okay, this? SO SO GOOD. it actually deserves a second part, really. like it would fit, but only if you want it to continue, just saying. i loved it, it was so well written. the emotions were delivered in a perfect way, i could feel them all the back here over to germany. well done! great job:)

10.) Lunch Break by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

oooh spencer, i love you my man. i also loved the readers and dereks relationship and friendship here. and how jealous reid was hahahah. but the end was so sweet aww.

11.) Safety (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @speedreiding

woowww. mind blown, i´m serious. this story was a good kind of different. like usually, it´s the reader who gets hurt or stuff. but it was interesting to see it the other way around & i liked it a lot. i loved how the reader took careof reid, it was so good awww. my poor baby! very well written!

12.) The Best Birthday Party Ever by @tenaciousarcadeexpert

ooooo this was so so cute. i want to celebrate my bdays with the team yes please. i´m loving it. the team is fucking friendship goals. great work!

13.) Regrets and Sorrows by @the-criminal-soldier

ooookay, i already gave you feedback to this but i´m gonna gladly repeat myself. first of all, this was the first entry to my 600 followers celebration challenge and let me tell you, this was so so good. my mind was blown. i´m so happy omg. how can angst make someone this happy lol? this story was a legit masterpiece. the angst = perfect!!! we legit need a second part to this istg (only if you want to lol i just think it could fit here.) great job!

14.) V-E-T-S by @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars

this was adoreable. luke, my homeboy. all shy and cute and awwww. this whole story was so cute uugh, my heart is full of love for this. Roxy is my number 1 love tho. :) well done!

15.) target by @uncomfie

ok first of all, can you share some of your talent with me? thanks! then, this story has me on the edge of my seat. i legit can´t wait for the next part. derek and y/n better be okay ugh. if you wouldn´t mind, could you please tag me in your fics? i really really love them :) great work!

16.) Redemancy by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

awww it started with some angst which turned into fluff. it´s so obvious that Luke has the hots for Ella duuuh. i can´t wait for more. i loved the ending. this whole part was really good. well done :)

17.) Survivor - Chapter 5 by @docspencerreid

you know how much i love your story :) the angst is getting heavier from chapter to chapter, i´m loving it <3 the reader is so so brave and fearless and so willing to fight. i admire her so much! the end, oh lord. my poor heart. poor spencer! again, great job!

18.) I Did Something Bad by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

aww you with the username goals, hi. i love your writings. this one was so so cute. i´m still sitting here and “aww” - ing about it. i´m crying. spence is me, like literally i would burn the whole freaking house down if i would try to cook (not to mention cook and multitask lol). but the thought was so cute and kind. they are relationship goals, without question.

19.) No Explanation by @abcreid

okay, so the beginning of this story was all cute and fluffy and happy, but then the turn...wow. there was some deep angst into this and especially the end had me at the edge of my seat. but i totally get the reader...spencer, you better solve this! great work!

20.) Catch Up (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @generallynerdy

ok, this was SWEET awwww i´m in love. spencer was so cute omg. i also loved derek & penelope in this. they are goals!!!!! this is a great story & your writing style is amazing! well done!

21.) Stuffed Comfort by @reid-fiction

awww also some cute spencer stuff, i´m crying. you´re all blessing me with your talent. okay this was so cute and there is actually nothing bad about having stuffed animals, like i myself still have them in my room, so what? spencer is such an amazing and understanding bf. he´s perfect (what else is new?). well done!

22.) Healing Together by @dontshootmespence

ok...omg the angst...like omg. “you might be morgan´s baby girl but you´re one of my best friends.” - brb crying. the end----awwwwwwww i don´t really ship them, but this was beyond cute ugh :)())))) my heart is happy! i just loved everything about this, really. i would totally be fine with the season finale continueing like this. great work, nicole :))))

23.) Their Blood is on Your Hands by @marvelfanlife

ok this fic here was a piece for my challenge which is currently running around on here :) and let´s just say this was perfection! first of all: it´s a matt fic my heart is swooning. the friendship between him and emily is so so pure i´m in love. it was so perfectly angsty and i loved the plot! great job & thanks again for joining!

24.) Wasted Time by @dontshootmespence

awww another fic for my challenge, this time it´s a tara one. and let´s just say it´s about tara just being an independent badass woman who´s able to stand up for herself and takes no shit from any man. i loved this plot and what you made of the prompt. the end broke my heart tho, my pure babe. the angst was def there and i enjoyed reading it. thanks for participating! :)

25.) I´ve Got You by @therealtrashhere

angst overload wooow. mind blown. the relationship between hotch, reid & the reader is goals, i´m loving it. this plot was really good, some heavy angst, but only mentioned, but really good. i´ve felt all the emotions and the end had my heart melting! well done :)

26.) Redemancy Pt.2 by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

part 2 was so good. i can´t wait for the next one bc i need to see where this relationship thingy between ella and luke is going. like the tension is so so there. also JJ OMG wtf is wrong :D this part had me in tears :) i really enjoyed reading this :)

27.) Mermaid (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @generallynerdy

cute cute cute. i´m loving it. the end was adoreable, the whole thing actually was. but rossi omg daddy spaghetti, i love you so much, he´s always so done with his kids. great job!

28.) Anniversary >> Spencer Reid by @eideticreid

with this masterpiece, i wanna close this weeks list bc holy shit i´m shook. the reader is so so freaking strong and i admire her so much. and specner, can he finally get the award for cutest bf of the year? he is always so supportive and caring. this fic was everything and it´s the perfect end to a perfect week! great job, well done! :)

this has been this week´s list. i really hope you enjoyed all the fics as much as i did. don´t forget to leave love to the authors. also if you wanna join my challenge, i still have a few prompts left :)

see you next week!

#aileen´s reading list #week 6 #fandom #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #spreading love and positivity

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