#preferably for nines bc i love writing him

[whtepony]

HEYYYY

acquainted was so fye twin 🙏

i was wondering if you could write something abt bakugo wanted to pick up chubby!reader (for wtv reason 😭) and reader being like “im too heavy” and katsuki’s just like “bitch what are you talking about. i’m katsuki bakugo.”

NEED this rn 💔💔

★ i need a hero!

ft. katsuki bakugo x chubby fem reader

warnings: idk chubby reader obv, dry humping, making out

notes: I LOVE MY MUTUALS HIIII !! responding to this immediately bc UGHHJ as a plus sized woman i just know he prefers big girls sorry. he’s so strong and could give less of a fuck abt your size. also i’m high rn so this got slutty sorry y’all

katsuki’s got you sat in his lap on your shared couch, his fingers massaging the plush skin of your thighs as you kissed. he’d often pull you to him like this as soon after a particularly long day; as soon as he’s in the door, he’s gotta have his hands on you. he shifts his grip to your ass, pulling you ever closer to him with a low groan into your mouth. it’s messy and intense and you can tell the dinner you’d made just before he got home would be cold by the time you both got to it. not that you minded at all with the way he ground your hips down onto him, feeling his cock stiffen beneath his hero costume.

you pant as you pull away for a moment, leaning your forehead against his and watching where your bodies met. he continued dragging you against his length, a hazy grin on his face at the sound of your whines. “m-missed you, suki,” you sighed, fingers carding through his blonde locks. he groaned in response, nipping at your neck. “missed ya more, princess,” he says hurriedly, kiss-bitten lips slotting against yours once again. “can’t believe i ever left. shit’s stupid.”

you giggled breathlessly at his attitude, knowing he loved his job more than anything (well, maybe besides this). “it was nine hours, baby, we do this every day-“ you’re cut off by your own gasp as his hips buck into your own, a low laugh rumbling from your husband’s chest. “doesn’t mean i gotta like it.” he gruffs, sliding his arms beneath you and shifting his weight to the front of the couch cushion.

“don’tttt, i’m too heavy!” you yelp, smacking his chest as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. katsuki laughs again, raising his eyebrows at you in disbelief. “you’re what now?”

“i said i’m too heavy, let go so i can walk! i don’t want you to get hurt-“

“oh, so ya think i’m weak now, is that it?”

you frown, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. he always had a way of challenging you on things like this that just made your concerns feel silly - and, well, most of the time they were. “you know that’s not what i mean, suki, shut uppp,” you groaned, crossing your arms over your chest. “nah, you shut up,” he murmured against the skin of your neck, kissing and licking his way up to your ear. “‘nd let me carry ya to bed so i can remind you how easy it is for me to toss ya around.”

yeah, maybe sometimes you forget how strong katsuki really is, but he’ll be sure to remind you.

[evita-shelby]

Pls I need more dad!Jack 🙏 Preferably something about him interacting with his girls, being the protective father. I hope you feel inspired to write this bc I’d love to read it!

Omg your request took life on its own and even included Gina dhdhbd

I hope you like it

Cw: mentions of racism, mention violence and ableism

Papa Bear

1929

He barely had a damn clue what it was to be a dad when he was given partial custody to his teenage niece. He didn’t think he’d be doing much when he started looking for a blue-blooded wife to marry and now Jack likes to think he’s doing a good enough job as a father.

Seven fucking kids.

Three daughters, four sons.

He loves all his kids, but he’s got a soft spot for his girls. Rosie, sweet little Rosemary who is a living testament that the fucking quack who said she should be put away like an unwanted decoration didn’t know what he was talking about.

Rosie’s a quiet little thing with big brown eyes with Jack’s brutal honesty and Eva’s attention to detail. Loves the piano most of out of all other instruments she plays, has a collection of dolls from all over the world threatening to swallow the house and does not like big gatherings or foods that touch each other on her plate.

“Was looking for you, kid.” Jack isn’t surprised to find her playing by herself in his home office. The door had been locked, but he’d taught her how to pick locks just like his old man did before he got his brains blown out when Jack was 10.

She hides here when she gets overwhelmed from all the noise and sensations and anything that shifts out of place in her perfect routine. Now that Gina and her husband were back in the States, it happened more often.

Gina had lost some of her teenage shittyness, but now that Michael had been tossed out on his ass and her position in her own family tainted by his failure in England, her bullying had returned. As if it was Rosie’s fault that she backed the wrong horse by marrying Michael.

It wasn’t the only reason Gina picked on who she perceived as the weakest opponent, Jack knows he spoiled the fuck out of her because she was his only niece and him having kids was a blow to her despite being 16.

“You knew I was here, daddy.” She gives a small smile ducking her eyes as always while she puts down the pen with which she writes the notes to the simple solo he taught her on the margins of his notebook.

They could tell her mood by the song she wrote down or played. Jack prided himself on knowing how to read her mood perfectly despite the placid face she tends to have on.

The song his mother used to play for him was when she just needed space: The Last Rose of Summer.

He used to sing it to her as a baby, to all his girls, but she was his first daughter, his little Rosie. Something that Gina has long pretended she’s not bothered by but shows in her irrational jealousy towards Rosie in particular.

“Gina left already, if you want to come back to your piano and finish your duet with Junior. Your mom was looking forward to it, you know how much she likes Clair de Lune.” That was another song she would write or play when she needed Eva more than him.

His nine-year-old girl perks up at the magic words and leaves his chair talking his ear off at how she and her brother ---her favorite brother in fact--- tweaked the melody for their mother and asked him if he thinks she’ll love it.

“How could she not, kid?” Jack takes off his coat from the girl’s shoulders and puts it back in the coat hanger before they return to the music room together.

1934

Where Rosie is sweet and quiet, Kitty is all fire and chaos.

A bullheaded girl put on this earth to give him an aneurysm. Loves sports, good at everything she sets her mind to, and nothing is ever enough for her.

But he loves his fiery little girl with his dead mom’s auburn hair and that ring of brown at the center of her eyes just like his. Wouldn’t change her for the world.

She is so much like him that he wonders how the fuck his mother managed raised him by her lonesome.

There’s much of Eva about her too, the pout, her wit and inability to sit still.

“Why’d you hit him?” he asks knowing too well that the school principal had been lying her ass about why Kit was getting expelled.

A student, they would’ve let it fly with the right amount of money. Old Pat had paid two hundred dollars in 1910 to keep him from getting expelled from curb stomping an idiot who called him a a potato-digging charity case. He’d done it because he saw a future for him, and that future was Harvard.

Katherine Drusilla Nelson had kicked a teacher in the balls. Jack had been so proud of her and would find a way to spin it for Eva who could not come in, thank God.

“Fucker called me a spic.” The eleven-year-old girl fumed in the passenger seat unaware that they’ll be stopping for ice cream and candy because Jack thinks kicking a bigot in the nuts merits a reward.

Eva would agree.

Eva would make a whole shitshow for the school because God forbid anyone hurts her babies. He would help her, especially now that they are no longer pretending to be fascist bigots after confirming how deluded Mosley and his ilk are in England.

Shelby had jumped ship too, and without their contract and Gina’s own disgust at having to fuck Mosley for information, Jack could tell the rat faced bastard to go fuck himself.

“Did you kick him like mommy taught you?” Jack asks, knowing his Kitten took Eva’s lessons in self-defense to heart. Jack had once been hit with a baseball bat thinking he was an intruder one night, if she’d gone to England with them, he would’ve loved to set her loose on Mosley.

“Yes.” The girl answered with a sniffle.

The little girl gets home happy as a clam and only half-hears her mother’s disappointment at her behavior knowing her dad agrees Mr. Burke deserved all the pain and embarrassment he got at her hands.

1933

Eunice Jane Nelson was something.

A perfect mix of his two elder daughters but a witch like her mother. Named after his Aunt Euni who had been his godmother and himself.

The four-year-old girl had pointed her toy gun and ‘shot’ Michael right between the eyes. Everyone had laughed thinking it was just Euni, Eddie and Laurie playing cowboys and robbers, but the pig-tailed girl had then said in a sing-song voice, “Tommy’s gonna kill you.”

“A crazy like the other one.” Gina had brushed it off refusing to consider her husband’s been marked for death.

“Don’t push it, Gee.” Jack warns as the children are taken upstairs by Eva and the nanny. “Kid takes after her mother, that’s all.”

Eva had not told him how unsettling she’d been as a kid.

Prophetic night terrors didn’t affect your childhood much, his siblings had all been rather normal beyond that. Junior and his other kids weren’t like this, either.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one told they’re getting murdered by their fucking cousin by a four-year-old.” Michael said in his wife’s defense. He used to be more tolerant of the kid, said his mom was like that too, but he’d gotten worse after his mother’s death. At any age your mother’s death was guaranteed to fuck you up, Michael Gray and Jack were proof of that.

“You’re under my roof, watch how you talk about my kids, or I’ll do the job myself, Gray.” Jack warned tired of their bullshit.

Michael was desperate to prove himself a big dog. hates knowing he’s still not one of them after five years of pulling his weight in his service.

Thing is, the boy is not a man, his overconfidence always does him in when the shit gets tough. Gina was just as desperate to prove her place here too, only she knew she could get away with worse shit for being the boss’ niece.

“Oh, goodie, now you’re in papa bear mode.” His niece rolled her eyes like she was sixteen again. “So, what are we gonna do about Tommy Shelby? Or are you gonna wait until he comes after your kids because Michael and I are fair game?”

“You are my blood; Shelby wouldn’t kill you ‘cause he doesn’t want to fuck with me. I can give some protection to your husband while he’s in American soil, like a good old papa bear would, but if he can’t handle his own affairs when the time comes, then he’s shit out of luck, kid.” The gangster doesn’t let her taunts get to him, its more of an annoyance than anything, but serves to get his point across.

He protects his family, even Michael. Like a good old papa bear.

[kozumesphone]

uhh yeah so one last time for today then i disappear for 24 hours

WHO IS SHE ? ࣪𖤐

since im so curious about ur oc's hehe

abt me: same as earlier i like baking, reading, writing, art, green, rain and holidays

again babes no pressure <33

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

SHADE X EMMA ⭑.ᐟ

⟢ “we’re partners in crime!”

my oc you’re most like: shade wynow

shade is the only golden retriever-esque friend in the entire group, so automatically you reminded me of him lmao <3

he’s the ‘look on the bright side’ friend and like the child of the group (:

he needs to be taken care of because he’s clumsy and tends to almost die or get maimed a lot, but he’s smart and loves art!

I feel like you’re most like him, not only bc of the golden retriever vibes part, but also, he’s a very bright colours over monotone shades person (despite his name), and he would definitely be a ladies’ man with amazing gift-giving skills (like baking something for his s/o or writing them a poem) <3

he’s also definitely the kind of person to love holidays just because he can sleep in lmao

shade wynow quotes . . .

“she was an open book, but he was illiterate.” *shakes head sarcastically and disappointedly* *gets slapped*

‘I swear on my life-’ / “you’re su!c!dal!”

‘we have the situation totally-‘ / “clearly not under control.” *aggressively sips oj*

bio-data . . .

name: shade wynow

age: 16

sex: m

ethnicity: asian

faceclaim: look up ‘allen chen’ (only on pinterest??)

preferences in an alternate universe . . .

favourite song: subway surfers’ main theme

favourite show: brooklyn nine nine (he loves jake)

favourite celebrity: ryan reynolds

shade’s ‘going-to-battle’ playlist (aka his jams) . . .

old yellow bricks – arctic monkeys

die for you – the weeknd

sexyback – justin timberlake, timbaland

oh no! – marina

family line – conan gray

taglist — @nuncscioquidsitamor-14 @mqstermindswift @puffoz @skeelly @urmomabby

@sunnitheapollokid @jgracie @canonfeminine @cinemaconrad @totokyo

@urbanflorals @aezuria @thetunnelunderoceanboulevard @cherigall @percabethluvr

@pjoverseluvr @maybxlle @mershellscape @riordanness @starlitszn

@metyouattherighttime @a-beautiful-fool @sequinsnstars @ssparksflyy @fayvpor

@iheartgirlzn @nomournersnofunerals @over-the-ocean-call @seaglass-and-string @cer3lia

@lara20aral @bloophasarrived @xoxochb @auroraofthesun1 @sophiesonlinediary

@solangelotus @brodieland @s1utlvr @imasimpdealwithit @waitingonher

@nqds @skyrigel @daydream-of-a-wallflower @klineinie @hermidastouch

@catastrxblues @moon-drop18 @d4rkdi0rrr @hopelesslyromantic-shark

event masterlist

[cunninghamchrissie]

hellcheer wrapped ❤️‍🔥

ppl on twitter are doing a hellcheer wrapped, where they share their favorite fics and/or fanart of the year, so i wanted to bring it here too bc i know not everyone’s on twitter. i chose to share my favorite wips bc everyone else is doing completed works, which i love so much and i know a lot of ppl prefer to read finished stuff, but i just wanted to show some love to these fics, and i promise they’re all so worth reading rn and waiting for updates, whenever the authors are able to share them. 

so, my top five, in absolute no order whatsoever i love these absolutely equally: 

🧘🏼‍♀️ One More Time, Steal My Breath by @deliriumsdelight7  No Vecna AU. Seven years after graduating and leaving Hawkins in the dust, Eddie Munson is a rising star in LA. Fame and the BDSM lifestyle have left him feeling hollow and unfulfilled. All that changes when he sees a familiar face across the room at a play party.

🛻 If We Don’t Leave This Town (We Might Never Make It Out) by @astorytotellyourfriends  Chrissy finally finds the strength to leave a terrible situation, only for her getaway car to break down just over the Illinois border. Now she's stranded, as well as broke, and has to rely on the kindness of strangers. The mysterious mechanic who takes pity on her may look mean and scary with his wild hair, calloused hands, and grease stains, but Chrissy quickly discovers that underneath all of that, he may as well be a teddy bear.

🎸 oh, pretty baby, where’ve you been? @majicmarker  Five years after high school graduation, a clandestine temp agency assignment brings Eddie and Chrissy back together.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 Old Haunts by @a-strange-inkling  Nine years ago, after the world didn’t end, Eddie Munson took Chrissy Cunningham and ran like hell out of Hawkins, Indiana. When Laura Cunningham suddenly dies, Eddie and Chrissy are forced back home to face some old demons.

🩰 pas de deux by @cunnninghams  when it takes all of two bats of her eyelashes for single dad eddie munson to sign his daughter up for ballet classes, he doesn’t expect to see an all too familiar face as her ballet instructor. and he definitely doesn’t see it coming when he sees her again, in a much different situation.

thank you so much for writing and sharing these w us, these fics have made me so happy this year 🤍   

[golbrocklovely]

Fans in general seem to love having something negative to say about Colby’s body , whenever he is not looking how they want him to look. Till this day I remember when Colby had cancer and was on Chem and due to that he gained some puffiness , people started to bash him for his looks and puffy face. Of course back then nobody knew about Colby’s condition, but it still disgusts me how fans feel like they have the right to write such disgusting things. Even if they prefer other Colby looks they can keep it to themselves.

SnC fans in general should have forbidden to open their mouth unless it’s a talk about their new videos or paranormal stuff, because the way those fuckers ( sorry) feel comfortable to talk shit online about absolutely fucking everything. They always hated on every single girl that dared to breath next to Colby ( i will never forget how Sam n Colby clowned them for this shit making Sam be a “new girl”) , hate on C gf ( even if you don’t like her, alright you are allowed to not like her, but shut up and keep it to yourself), hate on C looks everytime he is not fit and skinny enough for them and shaved . Like can this fandom just focus on ghosts and demons? It would be much nicer

oh i remember it vividly too. it upset me so much bc at the time, i thought it was most likely medicine he was taking for his acne, which was also what other ppl were commenting on.

but i remember getting asks saying he looks like he got work done, he's fat now, his face looks bad, the whole nine. and it was just so insulting to read. and then to find out what his body was really going thru… those ppl should be ashamed of themselves truly.

something i've thought about for years now is how snc are some of the nicest ppl around, but for some reason have the most hateful fanbase. it's very odd and i'm not sure why it happens this way.

and look, i'm not saying i'm perfect in any way, shape, or form. i'm sure there is shit i've said over the years that i wish i didn't. however, i haven't ever gone after someone's physical appearance. i've never torn snc or a girl colby was interested in down by making fun of what they look like. if you want to dislike someone, that's fine. but you don't have to be vitriolic with your words. there are ways to voice your opinion without being the rudest possible version of yourself. and i feel like there are a lot of fans that don't care that their words hurt, and that is the real issue at hand.

ppl want their words to hurt the other person, and that's upsetting to see, no matter who they're talking about. i genuinely wish everyone could just be nicer. this is supposed to be fun and for entertainment. there is no reason for things to get as bad as they have been. point blank period.

[craw-dacious]

Review of the making of the map by fox_pitch

I'm new to marauders, this is the second fic I've read.

Summary: I liked this fic, a lot. It was a fun read and I really liked the progression of both Wolfstar and James/Lili (is it Jilly? I can’t remember). A bit less angsty than what I usually read and some parts felt underbaked, but the author kept my attention INCREDIBLY. I stayed up about four hours later than I usually do binge reading this. Very good.

SPOILERS BELOW BEWARE BEWARE

Since chapters are shorter ill do bigger recaps infrequently throughout, but still little chapter notes

Chapter one

YES THEY’RE NOT GAY YET

Cannot wait to see this unfold <3333

Aw they’re so cute, definitely a wolf star focus

I hope this goes through seventh year so I can see James and lily play out

Chapter two

Why did I not process its the first day of term thats wild and crazy

Ok so lily still is buddies with Snape which tracks timeline wise I guess

Do they pants him at the end of the fifth or sixth year I can’t remember

I am confused on the lily dynamic tbh what does she think of the group

Chapter three

This one kinda ate, im liking the short chapters I get more invested in each part of the story

Obviously I know they’re not just gonna kill off Peter, but him dying in the shack did cross my mind

I wonder when lupin gets the potion stuff

Chapter four

MURDER MYSTORY??? HOW FUN

I hope remus gets over himself soon how was Sirius supposed to know how intense the situation was bruh

Blanket statement that I apologize for all shitty teenage boy behavior they need to chill

Chapter five

Calling him inbred is hilarious Im liking remus’s pov

Hes gay James stop

Literally he’s gonna go be ur wingman be happy

Good chapter very chill

RECAP FIRST FIVE CHAPTERS

I like the silliness thats been in this so far. I am NOT liking that remus and Sirius aren’t talking to each other. Is it a narrative device? Absolutely. But I despise it so much.

I think Sirius’ characterization is very good so far, I’m surprised they haven’t fleshed out the Regulus stuff more yet. Hopefully will get his pov soon

God I hope this is a save reggie fic cmon

I really hope this passage is the one to honey dukes.

Im sure the plots about to pick up more since they’re actually making the map

Chapter six

If I was lily I would’ve folded so fucking fast bruh

Like I know he’s annoying but like he’s cute, and likes her so much, and is clearly like progressive what is the problem

Anyway, sirius needs to chill if he wants to be gay

Chapter seven

Closet time closet time its time to be emotional in the closetttt

Calling him a cat is funny

Sirius is my fave because he’s also like a fixer upper with issues but he’s not EVILL he just has trauma

And he actually wants to be the best version of himself yk (unlike some dumb ass fucking bitches I know)

Chapter eight

SHE DID NOT JUST CRUCIO HIM

Cradling his head

Sirius licking him

God can marlene just fucking kill herself please

Chapter nine

Honestly there is no world in which I wouldnt feel awkward with my friends jokingly offering to kiss me as a form of like emotional comfort like thats not normal

Like my best friend gave me a big hug after I broke up with my ex she’s not gonna go “oh haha idk what else to do other than make out with you lol lol.” Sirius what the fuck

Anyway I love to see the lily and James bonding but I can tell it makes remus feel lonelier

Wonder if we’re gonna get Peter development at all

Chapter ten

I dont even want to write uodates anymore because im liking the fic too much

Hes so stressed abt being gay I thought he already knew he was gay bruh Sirius is clueless obvi

Chapter 11

JUMPSCARE FANART BAD BAD FANART ITS TERRIBLE

Love how the maps coming together

This is not going over well with Sirius im sure

12

Ok so bed making out

Im so fucking horny I need to make out with someone STAT

Preferably someone with a penis bc it confirms they like me but tbh I don’t give a shit

Its 1:12 am

So it did go over well with Sirius. I expected some internalized homophobia or something but he’s actually being chill for once

OKAYYYYYYY RECAP TO CHAPTER TWENTY ONE 💋💋💋

so i got so engrossed in the story that i forgot to write my chapter notes

but so far i feel fantastic about it

LOVE LILY AND JAMES' DYNAMIC ITS SO GOOD

the regulus thing is making me want to kms. i have like no hope for reg redemption bc the fic isn't long enough, and i feel like all that happens will be the murder mystery and MAYBE gay shit

sirius was SO STUPID with marlene like clearly remus has some issues with being open and you need to like discuss,, not make out with some other bitch

also them both being bi is not what i expected? feel like remus should be gay

peters character is... interesting. why are they friends with him. also he has bo gryffy qualities wtf.

Recap AGAIN but not done yet

Ok, the wormhole shit is interesting. Poor elves.

I wonder what happened to them, is this the in between place or whatever?

They’re being too romantic on the battlefield you gotta lock in guys

Also I thought an avada grazing you killed you no matter what

Also Sirius fully used crucio and nobody like cared other than remus. Like no commentary

WHERE’S JAMES BRUH

Hilarious. Peak comedy. Coming back to life and IMMEDIATELY kissing Lily. Her being grossed out. Literally perfect.

Ok the introduction of the OOTP, seems good.

Honestly really like what I’ve seen in the fic, but it’s a bit TOO silly for my tastes. I need more angst.

Like obviously I want Remus and Sirius to be openly gay and in love but it was too easy in this fic, like with Destiel its always SUCH an issue lmao.

TOTAL RECAP:

I liked this fic, a lot. It was a fun read and I really liked the progression of both Wolfstar and James/Lili (is it Jilly? I can’t remember)

I do feel like it was a little too light at times, there wasn’t a whole lot of grey area morally, and a lot of big issues weren’t fully fleshed out. I wish they’d dived into Regulus more, and Snape. I wish they’d addressed Sirius’ use of the Cruiciatus curse, and I wish they’d address Dumbledores failings more directly

Werewolf shit was fantastic to read, the angst, the fear, the violence, the drama. I thought the transformations were excellently done and I really enjoyed the progression of them figuring out the roaming/playing

Hogsmeade passage shut off? Strange.

I did not enjoy that I cannot be sure they are safe. That’s a benefit of post-hog warts fic, if its truly marauders James and Lily often don’t die.

Overall very happy fic. I did love the aggressive use of drunkness as a plot device, I liked Lily’s characterization for the most part, and it was pretty addicting in the middle.

I thought Characterization was good, not fantastic but definitely good. Peter threw me, not very likable. It’s hard to do him correctly and have him add worth to the story, but I just did not like him the whole time, and I felt like Remus and Sirius both didn’t care for him and found him annoying.

7.5/10 <3

My rankings are not supposed to be biased. Horrible shitty fic would get like a one, something readable but bad would get a fourish. Most fics that I read will be around 7-9 simply because I sort by Kudos and get recs from misuss so they’re better quality to begin with.

Great light silly read, with just enough depth to keep it interesting. I could see myself re-reading this fic once I get to know the marauders better.

Also, I do not like the fanart in this fic but I'm sure that's not universal. The artist is credited within the fic but I'd like to tag them here just to acknoledge the hard work that went into it. I checked them out and ADORE some of their other work, this one was just not to my liking. They have some percy jackson shit up that EATS.

@komodokai on instagram

[allyriadayne]

I gotta ask favourite doctor who era, doctor and companion?

hii. favorite era, well, RTD's for sure. never liked moffat or chibnall and what things i liked were too far in between. rtd is silly and writes characters like actual human beings with lives outside of the doctor. and of course, actually did interesting things with the doctor too besides having "mad genius" as a character trait. also i can't think of anything as singularly groundbreaking as creating jack harkness in 2005.

favorite doctor hmmm okay yeah pretend you didn't read the last paragraph. ready? okay my favorite doctor is twelve. but hear me out: for a LONG time my fave was ten because david tennant is just that ridiculously charming 15+ years after playing the doctor, plus i liked his story and arc and i cried BUCKETS when he regenerated (still can't listen to vale decem), had the best companions too and being the last of an era made me appreciate him more when eleven did nothing for me. so twelve right? he was still a moffat doctor and eleven had left me such a sour taste because we get it moffat, he's you and you get all the girls and you are a genius and nobody gets you; but peter capaldi was SUCH a good fit. i loved how irascible and dismissive he was, his reserve and the oodles of charm capaldi was able to turn into the best performance on who of the last 5 years. i'm not going to say i liked most of his storylines because i didn't (so now that the master is a woman you make up a romance subplot? really?) but the ones were he and jenna coleman bounced off each other made them good at the very least. and again, cried buckets. "doctor, i let you go" made me reckon with myself like "huh so you like dw again i guess". i really don't know what moffat put in the twelfth doctor but that's the only thing i give him. my third favorite is nine :)

favorite companionnnnn ROSE! rose tyler, only girl in the whole universe!!! maybe it was because i was in A Place in my life where i didn't know how my life was supposed to go, or what i was supposed to do but rose tyler, shop girl, age 19, gave me a lot of comfort. she lived with her mum, worked in a shop and had a lame ass boyfriend who preferred to watch football during their dates, OF COURSE she would go with the doctor! and event though the show doesn't condemn her choice i love that it showed how the little people rose left behind felt. from an outside pov it was an irresponsible decision (and i see that both moffat and chibnall think so too bc they had their companions put rules and Only see the doctor on tuesdays or smth.... it's a time machine!!! live a little!!) but rose just wanted to live. be different, better, greater than herself. to see who she was outside of being jackie tyler and her dead dad's daughter, outside of the council state and her boring lower-class life. and the thing was, rose didn't change at all (the doctor did!! quite literally!!), she just became more and i love her so much for it.

thanks for the question.

[dizzymuses]

mookda  narinrak. cis  woman. she/her. ━━  there  goes  kannika  “kai”  everett  leaving  their  home  in  seagate  district. the  twenty-five  year  old  from  new  york  city,  ny  works  as  a  motorcycle  racer. i’ve  heard  that  they  are  assertive  &  dauntless  but  can  also  be  impetuous  &  abrasive. they  remind  me  of  screeching  tires  at  a  sudden  halt,  a  daring  smirk  painted  onto  a  doll-like  face.

hey there, beautiful ! flirting already, so u give me all the juicy plots. i'm daisy, 25 and i go by she/her pronouns. i'm also from cet but usualy quite nocturnal so the hours i'm around are somewhat unpredictable. gotta keep them on their toes. this is kai, she is.... a wild ride (pun intended). honestly, she got created bc i just really wanted a motorcycle racer muse and it didn't get less wild afterwards, so now here we are. i also hardly ever got time to write her frfr sooo, hopefully she will finally have her time to shine here.

basics.

name: kannika “kai” everett.  

nicknames: usually goes by kai, family calls her nika. 

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

age: 25.

date of birth: april 7th 1997.

place of birth: westport, ct

nationality: american

ethnicity: thai.

education: high school degree.

occupation: motorcycle racer.

orientation: bisexual, biromantic. 

biography. (-ish?)

kannika was born some 24 years ago in westport, ct, a couple of minutes drive outside of new york city. the only daughter to a bigtime real estate investor and a former miss thailand she was born into money, more money than any single family propbably should have amassed. her mother had always hoped to become a model after her pageant win, her hopes and dreams carrying her all the way to the us but not much further than that. instead she became the trophy wife of one kory everett, heir to the everett group which his family had been building ever since his grandparents arrived in the us. it would be a lie to say that their relationship ever amounted to much beyond a pretty picture, there was never much love lost between them. soon, however, they welcomed their daughter kannika into their lives.

her early childhood kai spent mostly in the company of her grandmother, who had retired earlier and given the post of ceo to her father, and nannies that had been employed to look after her. her father was basically always working, she hardly ever saw him during those years and her mother had never envisioned herself as a housewife and mother so more often than not nyc’s busy social life was calling her outside. still, kai was loved, especially by her grandmother who did most of the work in raising her. she was a strict woman, one who didn’t express her love through hugs and kisses but rather through making her food and admonishing kai whenever she made trouble. her grandmother, even to this day, is the only person kai is even willing to attempt to please, forever grateful to have at least one parental figure who seemed to genuinely care for her.

by the time kai was nine, her parents finally divorced. this came after many months of cruel worlds thrown at one another and many disputes as to how wealth would be distributed between these two. no, it wasn’t pretty and kai tried to be at home as little as possible, preferring to flee to her friends’ houses or stay with her grandmother. once the divorce was finally through, kai spent a year traveling with her mother, having begged and begged to go with her. at this point, staying all along with her father, a man she barely knew and yet didn’t particularly like seemed worse for her than traveling the world with her mother. it only lasted for that long though, since her father then demanded for her to return claiming that the many changes of location would be too unstable an environment for a kid to grow up in. so she returned, half mad and half glad to be with her grandmother again. when she returned she also found her father had remarried to a woman called ilona, yet another pretty face, yet another beauty queen.

ever since that her relationship with both of her parents has become even more difficult. her mother has been barely present in her life, traveling the world, kai often not even knowing where she is at the moment. her father on the other hand drastically started pushing his expectations onto his only daughter and therefore default heir. it were expectations kai could never meet of educational successes and good behavior. she had never had the focus or smarts required to do well in school nor the will to bend herself to the requirements of others. her desires had always been of the more hedonistic nature and so there was always tension between kory and his stubborn daughter.

kai barely managed to graduate high school, her grades looking rather grim but it wasn’t like she was looking forward to joining college or anything like that. sitting around and being taught just wasn’t right for her. instead, she had only one goal. making her hobby of motorbike racing into a genuine occupation, something that her family would have never supported. still, she fought for her dream, leaving westport and starting to pursue her career. while her father didn’t agree in the slightest, it wasn’t like he could very well disinherit the only heir he had. giving the company to somebody who wasn’t a direct descendent had never been considered an option in the everett family. until today this has been working out about as well as it could but the pressure for her to return and finally start learning how to run the business is growing. if it were only for her father’s sake kai would have long since told him to fuck off but she truly doesn’t want to disappoint her grandmother and so she has simply been pushing it off. now, it seems increasingly difficult to continue doing so and soon she will have to come up with a new plan. she has been living in mellott beach for one and a half year now, which is quite considerable for her.

tl;dr: chaotic hot motorcycle-racer

headcanons.

kannika is the name given to her by her grandmother. the whole family took on an english surname when her great-grandparents immigrated to the U.S., in order to avoid prejudice and xenophobia, but her grandmother still wanted kai to have some ties to their thai heritage. she usually gets called nika by her family and some childhood friends but otherwise goes by kai, which she personally does prefer. it’s sounds cool, despite her grandmother laughing at her so bad when she told her for the first time bc kai means chicken in thai. rip, homegirl rlly should have learned thai better ig. 

about this... she actually only speaks very broken thai, which her grandma isn’t happy with but it wasn’t really spoken between her parents and her, so she never learned it well enough to have full conversations. she has also only been in thailand a handful of times, they don’t have any close ties to family over there.

kai has always been a bit of a troublemaker. her grandmother tried her very best to make kai a well behaved child and it worked decently well as long as she was around but without grandma to have an eye on her kai did pretty much whatever she wanted. she solved conflicts with fists, giving an innocent smile and big eyes whenever she got caught. even though she was never one of the brightest, she was certainly one of the boldest, never scared to let everybody know exactly what she thought about them or to convince them to join her in her .... questionable ideas. mischievous little mf basically.

takes care of street cats if she sees them around. she also gives them names. never thought about having a cat of her own but she likes strays.

part of the reason why she was never good at school and is so impulsive or even erratic is because kai has been struggling with adhd for the most part of her life. she got the diagnosis for this very late though, in early adulthood.

honestly very incapable of keeping relationships alive. not only of the romantic nature but also that. she doesn’t trust easily because her trust has been broken before but she also doesn’t like to compromise and can be a little too mindless of other people’s feelings. also if she doesn’t see people regularly she tends to just sort of, forget about them. no object permanence even in relation to people. 

has lately started making a decent amount of money from social media, her following slowly growing to a degree that makes her interesting for sponsors. u will find her @vroomvroom, where she mostly shows of her bikes, outfits and dry sense of humor.

connections.

okay this will be rough but here are some... ideas. 

childhood friends    —  maybe your muse also grew up in the nyc, new york state region ?  maybe they met during summer in the hamptons ?  something like that would def be a possibility. maybe your muse got roped into kai’s dumb ideas and they’ve been through some adventures together, maybe they were more of a reluctant participant. this could also be somebody she got even connected to the summer house thing through. they could still be sort of besties now or maybe they drifted apart a bit and one of them just reached out recently? 

childhood enemies  —  this would basically be the same thing only they didn’t get along at all. maybe kai bullied your muse a little, maybe your muse wasn’t one to get stepped on either and so it was more of a mutual dislike. we can plot more on this for sure.

connections, connections  —  so our muses were never really friends but they were always supposed to be. for business reasons. these two spent quite a lot of long golfing sessions snarking at one another or suffering together in silence. kai’s father would never stop telling her how your muse was going to be such a useful friend at some point later and it’s to be expected that maybe their parents did the same. ( 0 / 1 )

only ever call you when i’m high  —  i am thinking these two kind of only get fucked up together, they hardly ever met outside of partying but whenever they went out they did so together, getting into a lot of trouble and being in love for each of these nights only to seperate without as much as a word in the morning. the kind of relationship that really only existed in this very particular frame. it was messy and sort of beautiful. i could imagine maybe one of them just left at some point and they kind of lost contact but we can plot particulars. ( 0 / 1 ) 

misc. —  fwb, i follow u on insta cause u hot (either way), haha i swear you look just like my ex, somebody who tries to get close w her bc of business, somebody who like rlly rlly wants to ride her bike ( she’d never tbh ),

okay, that's all i got for u today. love u all, let's plot! &lt;;33

[defensivelee]

does anne do anything in any of your AUs?

Ooh yes she absolutely does!! She just doesn't appear much bc a lot of my AUs are Bentinck-centric but she does have some roles here and there!

She appears briefly in MENHERAMEN, helping Sarah through Marly's disappearance and later, death, but I do wish I had added more scenes there bc there are some angles I wanna explore. I think if I were to publish this AU (on ao3 or,,,somewhere), I would go back and add those scenes.

She shows up a little bit in the Warrior Cats AU. I always liked the nine lives ceremony in the series and I did have a WIP of her receiving those lives somewhere, so I hope I can finish that! Also, she just has a nice name....Robinfall to Robinstar....rolls off the tongue all nice like that.

She's in the MASA Works DESIGN AU, although ofc with that one, it's hard to tell bc it's a purely artistic AU. Mary inherited the curse from her father that drives her to eat human flesh, and one of her most common victims is Anne. I sometimes sketch Anne by herself with a lot of gorey imagery around her fingers, eyes, and uterus, and I do intend to post it at first before I finish it and I'm like "...yikes maybe that's too graphic." But if I do tone it down, that's what you can expect to see from her 👍👍

She deffo appears in Alien Alien, I just haven't written much of her bc again, most of the stuff I've written for it is for Bentinck (the man ever). But some of my fav design choices in this AU are on her! She has a twist near the end of her tail (somewhat like a kink in a cat's tail) and her second pair of horns curve back like her father's third pair. She sees more prophecies than visions, but she doesn't like them bc she thinks they're extremely cryptic and unhelpful. She writes them all down, though doesn't attempt to figure them out unless it looks like someone will die if she doesn't. Worrying about the future is something she tries not to do. She's also one of the few Asterothiriots who genuinely forgets that Marly is a human, which can be a good or a bad thing depending on her mood.

Anne also appears in the Seraph of the End AU as a potential danger to William and Mary, although the reason for that is the same reason that even Mary herself is a danger to William: James was the First Progenitor of the vampires, and his children are able to be made into some of the most powerful, destructive demons the world has ever seen. That's why Anne survives the apocalypse, because she isn't actually fully human. However, most people she knows didn't, and she's one of the few that realize that William and Mary's resurrection is the reason so many people died. She didn't enter Monmouth's kingdom after the apocalypse, and prefers to keep away from them until she figures out a way to fix the mess they caused, because she knows there is a way. However, that may just make her an easy target for James...

I think, however, that my favorite role of hers is in Six Lives Won't Make You Happy. She is in charge of "finding" out who murdered her uncle Charles, the former leader of the Disciples of Restoration. There isn't much finding out she has to do, though, because even though James put her in charge of that for show, he really is sabotaging her search, and besides, "we all know it's William." And normally, Anne would believe that, it'd make sense but...something about it just doesn't sit right with her.

Before the technical "beginning" of the story, she was already starting to turn away from the Disciples because she fell in love with George, someone who has no connection whatsoever to the world of crime and bloodshed she was brought up in. She at first merely wants to keep him away from that life, as he represents something happier for her, a promise of a future away from all of this, but then she realizes that she doesn't just want to keep George away from the Disciples, she wants to leave them as well. By the time Charles is murdered and she looks further into it, she has no doubt in her mind that James is the killer, and he wouldn't hesitate to kill his own children, either.

She is one of the first to flee the Disciples, hiding far away from her father and vowing never to return. She knew her childhood was blissfully easier than Mary's (whom James always treated, in a really strange, unsettling way, like his perfect "angel" of a daughter because she has no features that indicate she's a descendant of a devil), but she has witnessed things, and of course, they were both isolated from the world outside and somewhat still are. Anne obv managed to leave, but she still feels disconnected from everyone else she meets when once, it was impossible to believe there was a life outside of the Disciples.

Her relationship with Mary here is difficult (as always!). Unlike Anne, Mary always believed in the Disciples' and her father's teachings, growing up to be one of their most valuable assassins. She's never shown mercy to her father's victims, and has tortured a few people as James wished, all of which Anne has seen. Thus, she's a bit terrified of Mary, but also comes to hate her once she escapes, as in her mind, Mary's just the same as James in her relentless quest to bring about the rule of the Overlifers. However, she does eventually realize that Mary deserves a life too, and remembering their childhood, she knows that there's just something off about Mary's behavior.

It's only when Anne returns for Sarah and Marly (both members of the Disciples) that she fully realizes that Mary is more like her than she thinks. This is a girl who, like Anne, was fully indoctrinated into the dark beliefs of the Disciples, but unlike Anne, she has no escape. Everywhere she turns, there's always something that must bring her back to what she's always known, whether it be her MDMA and meth addiction, or the fact that even the man she loves is still an Overlifer and therefore still connected to the life that Mary wants to leave, or even just her own belief that she could never live a life without James. Anne wants to help her, but she only hopes that Mary forgets about her love for William soon...if she's in love with someone just as bad as James, then there can be no happy ending for her.

I look forward to writing her here, hers is one of my favorite arcs that I've ever created ✨✨

[reiding-writing]

hi! could you write prompt 6 from the angsty dialogue prompts for the climacteric event? fem/gn reader whatever you prefer, i was thinking that reader finds out something about spencer and it results in this messy situation, but honestly how you want to do it is all up to you!

JEALOUSY [CLIMACTERIC]

6. “Don’t touch me.”

WARNINGS: spencer is a bit of a twat but apologises profusely afterwards, arguing, happy? ending

spencer reid x gn!reader || angst || 2.5k || event masterlist!!

main masterlist!!

a/n: majority vote chose this one to come out first 🫶 they also chose for it to have a happy ending bc y’all are really boring /j (i love you guys you aren’t boring i swear 🫶)

Spencer Reid grew up too fast.

He was remarkably smart for his age, that much was a given, but in terms of emotional development Spencer was forced to skip what should’ve been his childhood.

He didn’t get to experience what it felt like be praised over a rudimentary piece of ‘art’ by his parents, because he was ‘too intelligent’ for that.

He didn’t get to go out on a Saturday morning with his father to learn how to play a ball game because his dad was never around.

He didn’t get to be coddled by his mother when he cried because by the time he was nine he was her full time carer.

Ironically, his childhood was an era of time where he could barely remember a single detail, despite his renowned eidetic memory, and it only seemed to further prove that Spencer Reid’s childhood didn’t exist.

All he could remember was what didn’t happen. The key milestones of his life that he never got to live through.

To say that impacted his emotional availability was an understatement. Spencer had never been one to ask for help from other people, but in instances where he really felt like he was about to fall apart it was even worse. He’d grown up with the expectation that he was responsible for his own well being. That him and him alone was the only thing that could get him through whatever dark patch that he went through.

He didn’t need anyone else. He wasn’t allowed anyone else. It was just him, always.

You were decidedly the opposite. You wore your emotions on your sleeve, and for the most part, Spencer found it entirely refreshing to watch you be able to express yourself with no holds barred and no internal monologue telling you that what you were doing was wrong.

Sometimes he wished he could do the same.

There were times of his career where he wished you’d do something wrong, that you’d make a mistake or cross a boundary and it’d allow him to exert all of the anger and deep-seeded jealously he felt whenever he saw you be so open with yourself.

He knew it was horrible of him, and more often than not the minute those thoughts invaded his mind he thought of nothing more than how much of a terrible person he was. He was wishing ill on you just because you’d managed to have a healthy emotional output.

Because he was inherently broken from all the years of keeping everything to himself.

“Are you okay?”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of your voice, gaze turning upwards from the mug of coffee sitting on the kitchenette counter to meet your face, covered in worry lines as you furrow your own eyebrows.

He hated when you looked at him like that. Like he was something to be pitied.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Spencer presses his lips together in an awkward line of a smile, a staple of his character that seemed much less genuine than usual from your point of view.

“You’ve uh- You’ve been stood here staring at your mug for almost five minutes,” Spencer flickers his eyes up to the analogue clock on the wall at your declaration.

You were right, he’d been stood in a state of dissociation for almost a whole five minutes without realising it. Great, that’s just wonderful. Like his life couldn’t get any worse.

“Everything’s fine,” He gives you another one of those awkward smiles as he takes his mug in between both of his hands, the ceramic barely even warm anymore, which tells him that his coffee isn’t hot enough for him to actually enjoy it, but right now he’d take a cup of warm coffee over standing here talking to you about his ‘feelings’.

But you’ve never made things easy.

“It’s not though is it? Something’s wrong Spencer, everyone in the office can tell,” You sigh softly at the indignation on his face as you prod at what’s going on inside his head. “We’re worried about you…” You reach out your hand slowly to lay it on his arm, and he pulls away from you without a second thought.

“Please don’t touch me,” He takes a step to the side, clearly trying to bypass you and get back to his desk so he can escape the conversation. “I said I’m fine.”

“And you’re lying Spencer.” You step in the same direction that he does, effectively blocking his path out of the kitchenette. “We need to know what the issue is or we can’t help you Spencer,” Your voice is tinged with a small amount of desperation, and it irks Spencer in a way that he can’t even fully comprehend.

“You want to know what the issue is?” He puts his mug back down on the counter with enough force that small droplets of coffee spill over the rim and onto the granite underneath it. “It’s you.”

He leans forward slightly like he’s trying to emphasise his point. “You are the issue.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and all of a sudden you’re regretting caring so much.

God you’re beginning to regret even waking up this morning. Maybe that would’ve spared you from the stake in your heat that was Spencer Reid explicitly telling you that you were the sole reason why he was acting differently. Why he was being cold and distant from the team and their genuine want to just make sure he’s okay.

Because they couldn’t do that. Because you were a part of the team. And as long as you were there that coldness wouldn’t go away.

“Right…” You press your lips into a line. “Sorry for asking.”

Spencer regrets what he said almost as soon as the words come out of his mouth. He watches as that usual sparkle of compassion in your eyes literally fizzles out right in front of him, and all of a sudden he feels like an absolutely horrible person.

As you turn to leave he reaches out a hand to stop you. He doesn’t know what he’s going to say, how could he possibly redeem himself after a comment like that? But his body runs on autopilot and all he knows is that he needs to apologise to you. “Wait—”

“Don’t— touch me Reid,” You pull your arms further into yourself to stop him from reaching out to them, and he swears his heart breaks at the sight of you being dismissive. And then there was the added blow of you using his surname to further distance yourself from him and making him want to cut out his tongue so saying something so rash with absolutely zero provocation. “I understood you the first time.”

It was a complete turn of your character, all semblance of warmth and vulnerability evaporated and replaced with a cold, hard shell that Spencer could see calcifying behind your eyes.

“I-“

“I’ll leave you be now.”

And with that you disappear around the corner, leaving Spencer alone with his thoughts. His terrible thoughts that rightfully pummel him into the ground for so much as suggesting that you could ever be a problem.

—

When you said you’d “Leave him be”, he didn’t think it meant you’d literally avoid him like the plague. God you’d even roped Emily into switching desks with you so you wouldn’t have to sit opposite him anymore.

How was he supposed to grovel for your forgiveness if you wouldn’t so much as spare him a glance?

How was he supposed to explain to the team that the reason the two of you suddenly weren’t talking to each other was because he’d fucked up so badly that he felt like he was going to implode?

And most importantly, how on earth was Spencer Reid supposed to make you listen to him so he could explain himself and try to reconcile with you?

He’d considered cornering you in the break room, or catching you in an elevator on your way to the parking lot, but he knew that would only make things worse.

He’d considered turning up to your apartment your favourite snacks and begging you to let him inside, but that would be weird and borderline stalkerish.

He was really running out of ideas, and the longer he went without saying something the deeper he felt he was being pulled into the pit of despair that he’d dug himself to the point where he wasn’t sure if he as going to be able to claw himself out of it.

He had to speak to you. And he had to make sure that you didn’t run away.

The opportunity practically handed itself to him during a case. He knew budget cuts would mean that the team paired up when staying at a NYC hotel, and after some under the table begging for the other team members to room with each other so you didn’t have any choice but to room with him, he took his chance.

There was a very obvious blanket of tension between the two of you as you entered the room together, your apparent vow of silence continuing as you dump your bag on one of the twin beds to claim it as your own before shutting yourself into the bathroom to ready yourself for sleep.

He could tell that you weren’t happy about the arrangement, and despite how much you were distancing yourself from him you still wore your emotions on your sleeve, and right now they were telling him that you would literally rather be anywhere else.

You skirt past him as you exit the bathroom in your pyjamas, leaving your clothes and your bag on one of the decorative chairs to climb into bed with the continued silent treatment you’re serving him.

Spencer sighs dejectedly as he watches you take a seat on the edge of the bed with your back to him. “Can we talk? Please?”

“What is there to talk about?” Your voice washes him like a cold shower, your vocal chords dipped in ice and your words a perfect combination of blunt and dismissive. He can’t see your expression as you speak, but has a pretty good idea of the furrowing of your eyebrows and the narrowing of your gaze.

“I want—” Spencer lets out another sigh, raking his fingers through his hair in internal frustration. “I need to apologise to you. What I said was horrible and I’m sorry,”

“I don’t forgive you.”

As much as the words cut through his heart like a knife, he can’t blame you.

“I understand… I just wanted you to know that I really regret what I said, and that it’s been tearing me up thinking about it,”

“Right…” You let out a short, sarcastic laugh that causes Spencer’s eyebrows to furrow. “Because it’s all about you right?”

“That’s not what I—”

“Goodnight Reid.” You punctuate your sentence by shutting of the lamp on your side of the room, officially putting an end to your side of the ‘conversation’.

Spencer wasn’t done with it quite yet.

“I’m jealous of you. That’s why I said that ‘you were an issue’. You’re not. I am the issue and I was projecting it on to you. That was unfair of me and I need you to understand that I am apologising to do right by you, not to make myself feel better.”

“You have no reason to be jealous of me Reid,” You still haven’t turned to face him, but he’d rather be talking to your back than not be talking to you at all.

“Please stop calling me that..” Spencer lets out a small breath at the end of his sentence, words tinged with a small amount of desperation. He didn’t want to be ‘Reid’ in your mind, he wanted to be Spencer. “I have a lot to be jealous of when it comes to you,” Admitting his faults outright made him feel nauseous, but he needed to break this brick wall you’d built around yourself when it came to him.

He couldn’t stand being an outsider in your life.

“I mean, you’re sweet, kind, you have an inherent knack for social situations that I could only dream of possessing,” He takes a small break in his sentence to nervously chew on the inside of his lip. “and your emotional vulnerability makes me so jealous of you that I want to just—” He exhales sharply.

“It’s very easy to be jealous of you,”

There’s a small pause after Spencer’s confession, tension lingering in the air as he watches you aimlessly fiddle with the edge of the sheets whilst you debate how to respond.

“Those are stupid things to be jealous of,”

Spencer physically deflates at your answer. “They’re not, people like you are envied because you’re so open with yourself, that’s something not a lot of people have, myself included,” Spencer takes a small step forward, cautious about scaring you off if he approached too quickly. “even if I wish I did..”

He places a deft hand on your shoulder and you jolt at the contact.

“I’m really sorry.” His voice drops to a point where it’s almost inaudible, and you swear you can hear his voice catch as he tries to maintain his composure. “I don’t want to fight with you anymore… please,”

You let out a small sigh of indignation, and Spencer knows he’s won you over. “Fine,”

“Thank you,” He gives your shoulder a small squeeze, and you return it with one of your own as you rest your hand on top of his.

“I’m still angry with you,”

“I know…”

“You’ve got a hell of a job making up for it,”

“I know,”

“Good,” You finally turn to look over your shoulder at him, and Spencer is glad to see that your expression isn’t one of loathing or frustration. “Get some sleep Spencer,”

“Okay…” He gives you a soft nod and a half-awkward smile, the sound of his name rolling off your tongue one that fills him with more contentment than it probably should. “Goodnight…” He hesitantly pulls his hand from your shoulder to walk back to his own hotel bed, walking as you tuck yourself into yours.

“Goodnight Spencer, we’ll talk about this in the morning,”

“Yeah… Thank you…”

Spencer flicks off the lamp beside him, relaxing as the room is shrouded into darkness and allowing himself to get the first proper night of rest he had in weeks now that he’s finally made his peace with you.

[luvsturniolo]

— ★ !! reunion

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : after years of being separated, you finally see your childhood best friend / first love again.

a/n : guys i need ideas so u should totally send me asks bc i love writing your requests :)

wc : 1.0k

you inhale deeply as you prepare yourself to exit your car. right outside, you can see the triplets' house. you used to come over every single day when you were a kid.

for eleven years, you lived directly across the street from their house. so, naturally, the group of you became inseparable. you guys also went to the same elementary and middle school, which bonded the four of you together.

out of the three brothers, you found yourself more drawn to matt. he's the one you met first, after all.

you loved nick and chris, but you genuinely felt as though you couldn't live without matt in your life – which may seem incredibly dramatic. but you were children, you didn't know any better than to get attached to whoever was nice to you.

after eleven whole years of being attached at the hip, your parents got a divorce and you had to move in with your mom. she moved away from boston and resettled into some small town in vermont. you managed to make some new friends, sure. but nobody could compare to matt.

you guys grew up together. and over time you felt like he was an extension of yourself. you had the same humor. the same preferences in food. the same favorite color. everything that made you you also made matt matt.

once you were old enough to have a phone, you tried to find matt. but it didn't work. for some reason, you were unable to track any of his social medias.

he and his brothers were trying to become youtubers when you left. and honestly, you thought they would go far. they were funny, good looking, and had a connection that drew people's attention in. but apparently they didn't follow through with their youtube dreams. if they did, you'd be able to find their socials, right?

after nine years of being separated from your best friend, you were finally moved out of your mother's house and you could go to boston as you pleased.

so here you are.

sitting in your car, outside of the triplets' old house. you drove hours to get here in the hope that they haven't moved out or anything. the chances are slim, but they're not impossible.

wiping your sweaty hands down your pants, you work up the courage to knock on the door.

you wait for a few moments and hear nothing from inside the house. looking around, you notice there aren't any cars in the drive way either. this was a waste of time.

you turn around and begin walking back toward your car, when you feel someone's arms wrap around your waist and pull you backward against their chest. instinctively thinking you're being kidnapped, you jab your elbow in their gut.

"fuck!" you turn around to see matt hunched over in pain, his arms hugging his stomach. you open your mouth to apologize but no words come out. you find yourself staring at him, admiring the man he's grown into.

he looks the same. but so different at the same time.

his hair is styled nicely rather than how it usually was a greasy mess. his jawline is sharp, stubble highlighting the shape of his face. his childlike innocence is gone, replaced with an attractive appearance that makes him literally look like your ideal type.

"holy. fucking. shit." chris utters as he exits the house. your attention is taken away from matt and refocused on chris. his eyes are widened and his is jaw slightly dropped as he stares at you in disbelief.

he rushes over to you and engulfs you into a tight hug. you laugh, wrapping your arms around him in return. "miss me?"

"of course i fucking missed you!" chris exclaims, releasing you from the hug and staring at you in complete shock. "how have you been!? it's been like ten years!"

"i've been-"

"Y/N!?" you both turn to look at the third triplet who comes sprinting out of the front door at lightning speed. nick.

he brings you into a bear hug that makes you feel like your ribs are about to break. you hug him back, wanting to cry from the safety you feel when you're with the triplets.

nick picks you up and spins you in a dramatic circle before placing your feet back on the ground.

"oh my god, i haven't seen you in so long!" nick tells her. "you're so pretty now! i mean, you were pretty back then but we were kids so it's different. but, like, you know what i mean."

you chuckle, "yes, nick. i know what you mean."

matt walks over to you guys and you find yourself staring at him again. but it's not weird because he's staring at you just the same. there's less than a foot between you two, which makes your heart speed.

after so long of miles separating you from matt, knowing that he's right in front of you is surreal.

tears prick your eyes and your throw yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you try not to cry. he hugs you back, one hand firmly holding your shoulders while the other snakes around your waist to pull you closer.

"i missed you so fucking much." he says, burying his face in the crook of your neck. he squeezes you as if you're going to turn to liquid and melt right out of his hands.

"i'm here, matt." you tell him. "i'm here."

you repeat that a few more times before he finally grasps the fact that you're standing in front of him. and this isn't a dream where you're going to disappear.

he finally breaks the hug, but still isn't ready to let you go. he cradles your face in his hands, touching you so so gently you can hardly feel him.

tears stream down your cheeks as you smile up at him. he brushes his thumb across your skin, wiping them away.

"i love you." he says. "i've loved you since were children, but i was just too afraid to say it aloud."

you lean forward and place a gentle kiss on his lips. "there was no reason to be afraid, matt. i loved you too. i never stopped."

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo

[posidven]

《 Imagining You》- RK800-60 x Reader

warnings: character death, angst

word count: 507

request: I had to drop you some since your looking for ideas! Your last fic is still squeezing my heart. Here’s 2 from the angst starters: i heard you crying & you need to get some rest // I need to hit you with my baby 60 again.- @thirium-bae

a/n: your requests and comments always make me smile oml. nepenthe is one of my favorite things i’ve ever wrtten so i’m glad you like it!! i can’t decide if i hate this or not, but i’m picky with my writing so i’ll let you guys judge. pls send me more angst though because i’m a sucker for some good anguish

“You loved me.” Your eyes study the piece of exposition in front of you. Lacquered with splatters of ink and the soaking of tears. The material was coarse upon your fingers. 

“I know you did. You didn't have to say it. Small gestures that hinted at once we had will always stay with me, even if they wash away with time.” Your hands begin to tremble in front of you as you struggle back the subsequent cycle of waterworks. 

“You cared for me when nobody else did. I can’t believe I’m saying goodbye to you. You would’ve laughed all of this off, wouldn’t you? A funeral for an android? Oh, the irony.” You stifle out what should’ve been a chuckle, but only a choke relinquishes your throat. 

“I wrote this so many times. There’s just so many things I could tell you, Sixty. How much I really adored you, how much you changed me for the better, or just how extraordinary you were. But, there are no words enough for you, my love. The English language has no notions to describe how you made me feel, so I’m here.” 

You hesitate for a moment, images accumulating in your mind. The impression of his hand against yours, synthetic skin contrasting human. The sensation of his breath against your collar, his hair titillating the surface of your ear. The sweet nectar oh his voice and the candied sound of his laughter. You inhale, carrying the recollections before they wash away, streaming through the river of your memories. 

Someday they will evaporate beyond. Alike the departure of Winter snowfall, gradually they will dissolve until vanishing into oblivion. 

“I know what you’d be saying if you could see me now. ‘You need to get some rest, Y/N.’ You were always so worrisome of me. Jokes on us, huh? I guess I’m the one who should’ve been worried.” 

You’re suspended once again by the bittersweet taste of the past. You clench your eyes shut, wishing you could sink into the void of your mind. A bottomless sea of your passions. You could essentially visualize him towering before you. 

“I heard you crying.”

“What do you expect, Sixty? You left me.”

“I’m right here, aren’t I?”

“No, no you aren’t”

You sway your head swiftly before gazing at the burial assembly. His brothers, his adoptive father, his partner, the entirety of the police department. All uniform in their greatest ceremonious black attire and sorrowful expressions, staring up at you. 

“So many people loved you. You were so afraid of being seen as a copy, stuck in the shadow of your brother, but so many people see you as so much more. Everyone here, mourning for you. We all loved you, Sixty. We all love you, Sixty.” 

You seize the leaf of writing with expanding force, permitting it to crumble in your palms. You keep it imminent to your heart before discharging a tremulous breath. Gently, you plod foremost, aside from the casket, towards the diminutive gathering, splitting the fantasies behind with every impression. 

taglist: @thirium-bae @your-taxidermy

[abandonedbun]

can i req victor (or aesop 🗣) w fluff alphabet? specifically l m n o r x bc i like cutesy and i desire fluff Greatly hjrndbk

Victor with L, M, N, O, R and X!

Sorry Bunny took a while! She’s done now though! Enjoy :3

L=Love confession! (How do they confess? :o)

Now Victor isn’t quite the talker, despite having such a cute and pretty voice (I mean have you heard his voice in anniversary tales? Wow!) he just prefers not to! So what does he do to tell you how his heart feels? Write you a letter! He’d give Wick a very special letter with a wax seal in a heart shape and Wick’s carrying special chocolates and the love letter! It says how you make his heart beat fast, how you make him feel all happy and warm, just how much he loves you!!

M=Marriage! (Is marriage on their mind?)

Hmm… yeah! He really would like to get married to you after a few years, he wants to have an even deeper connection to you as your lover so marriage is something he daydreams about, those rings and being able to call you his spouse is what he’d love to have

N=Nicknames! (Do they call you by any nicknames?)

He usually just calls you by your name, he likes it! Though sometimes… he may call you sweetie/sweetheart <33 (maybe even darling 😳)

O=On cloud nine! (What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others?)

Victor when he’s in love, he tends to be more shy to you and a bit more clumsy, also uses his voice to speak to you a bit more! And writes little love letters about you yet never sends them (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

Oh! And it is quite obvious! He sorta gets teased by some people, mainly Kevin, Jose, and Vera!

R=Romance! (How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Oh pretty boy isn’t that good on being romantic, but he does include some romance! He really loves giving you love letters and roses, like he’ll give you a flowercrown and a kiss on the forehead, how sweet!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

X=Xoxo! (How affectionate are they? Do they like receiving/giving hugs and kisses?)

YES! He loves them! At first he’s shy but for private he’ll cuddle with you when he’s done with his work stuff, holds you close and hugs you tight, also kisses you soooo muchhh!! And if he hasn’t finished his work quickly he’ll either rush it to cuddle you or he’ll take you on his lap and have an arm around you as he works (or if you like, he’ll sit on your lap and hold your hand!)

[iambilliejeanok]

Hi!!! So I started to read your fics and they are so freaking amazing! I saw that you have open request sooo... I just want to know if you can write something nsfw with Zeke or Aizawa x reader with breeding kink, please🥺. I love them so much and there aren't many fics where they have this kink, so if you can do it it would be amazing, thank you 🥺💖 Also, sorry for my bad English, it isn't my first language😅

I send it again bc I forgot to say please and thank you, sorry😔

Aizawa x reader

Big dick alert lol

Warning-18+, NSFW

I also just realised only after posting this that I totally left out the breeding part. I’m so sorry.

(I just wanna say the bun in this picture is diabolical😭absolutely sinister okay😭my pussy POPPING RN)

Aizawa is your lover and he’s also much bigger than you expected. This is the first time you’re having sex in the three months that you’ve been dating and honestly you don’t really know how to feel after he pulled his pants off and spread you wide open on the edge of the couch.

We’re talking nine inches long and very thick, with a dangerous curve. Let’s just say that his dick was way bigger than his ego.

He already showed you hell after eating you out and fingering you before he took his pants off, his tongue running all along your vulva, dipping into your tight walls and stretching you open, making you gasp in shock after not having been penetrated in so long(you always preferred to masturbate with just your clit and not finger yourself because you couldn’t get yourself anywhere).

He literally thought you were the most beautiful and fragile thing in the world and he was excited to finally have you in his mouth like this, and you can bet that he wanted to break you. All the stress you been giving him with your cute ass and he finally gets to destroy you. He wants to taste every part of you, your deep brown skin decorated with dark red blotches from your cheeks to your thighs. You were already a little whimpery when he was sucking on your nipples, biting and punching the brown buds, bringing you so close to orgasm with both your titties.

His tongue went down to the crack of your ass, he really wanted you all over his mouth, licking one long and hard strip up to your clitoris before sucking on the sensitive bud, constantly stimulating it when his mouth was somewhere else.

How many times has me managed to make you come by now? His long fingers slowly sinking into your walls, Aizawa moaning with you at the feel of your walls clenching his fingers, having to spread them a little to stretch you out for him. He didn’t wanna start with one finger, you could handle two he assumed. It’s not like you were a virgin even though you were tight. He began slowly fingering you, talking to you through your orgasms as they grew more and more intense, your head falling back into the couch as he slowly brought you there, letting you come so good, cooing at your whines when he didn’t stop. Your legs began to close a little, Aizawa forcing them back open before he started sucking your sweet little clit again. This was even better than he imagine in his head. Better than all the times he thought about sucking on your little bud like this. Your whimpers now screams as you started squirting in his mouth, Aizawa greedily drinking it all up, sucking you hard to force more out of you.

Now you were a teary, whiny, messy mess, your pussy so slick and ready for him, nearly wanting to cry at the size of him. You’d never seen a dick that big in real life. You preferred to keep it that way really. But you would never had known he was packing so much since you two had never had sex before. You did touch him every now and then when you were making out and you wondered just exactly how big he was, but damn you weren’t anticipating this. You didn’t prepare yourself for this, looking into his eyes for reassurance as he just stood there, in all his glory, wiping away your mess on his chin with his hand, that apathetic look he usually wore.

He only fell for you harder at the state you were in. So damn cute. He loved that you were so responsive and he had to admit it was a little easy to make you come like this. Maybe it was because you were both already head over heels for each other but it wasn’t every woman he’d been with who would respond so well like you did. But he’d still make it a point that everyone he fucked came hard for him. That was why he had sex really, to watch the person he desired turn into the dumbest little puppy for him.

“Tch, come here”, he said, almost sounding impatient, “Don’t run from me, I’m not going to hurt you”, he said, giving you a little kiss of reassurance, slowly spreading you open again. He wanted to watch his dick penetrate your pretty little cunt and fill you up with his cum.

Placing his knee on the couch, he grabbed his dick, slowly rubbing it along your vulva, ignoring your little whimpers from how good you were already feeling, only focusing on lubricating himself in your juices, he might of licked you off too clean. But anyways, he had very lofty expectations of you, slowly pushing the tip in, unbothered by your loud moans, nearly screaming as he continued sinking in, biting his lip and furrowing his brows in deep concentration, trying to see how much he could fit inside of you before you started crying.

He was most definitely unimpressed. With a loud whine, your soft hand pushed at his chest. He wondered if maybe a little more would fit in, there’s no way you’re only managing half of him. He didn’t even feel a wall. He knew he could go a little deeper than this. When he continued, ignoring your whining you had to scream, throwing your head back at the feel of an orgasm nearing you. Fuck when was the last time someone made you feel this fucking good.

As much as the stretch hurt as hell, you knew you would come hard now, and he was still sinking into you.

“Aizawa!”, you screamed, both your hands on his chest, pushing at him while your thighs squeezed him. That’s when he finally noticed the shaking of your thighs, shaking his head in disapproval before forcing you apart with both his hands.

“Y/n stop that”, he scolded you, your hands now gripping his back, nails digging into him as he went a little more deeper, another scream as well as the feel of a wall finally stopping him, such a task he thought, pulling out and slamming back into you, still not able to fit all of him in you but this was just right.

“Fuck, angel”, he said, your thighs still shaking and your hands clawing at him as you tried to take him, biting his lip hard at the feel of you around him. He immediately set to slowly fucking you, loving the way your puss fluttered around his dick. He needed you to see how beautiful the two of you were conjoined like this. “Angel, look”, he said, his hand guiding you head to look down at your love making before holding your thigh open again. It was starting to annoy him really. He wondered if he should just tie you up already, but he didn’t wanna scare you on your first time together.

“You feel so fucking good. You look beautiful angel, let me see your face”, he panted, wrapping his hand around your neck to get you to look at him.

Trying to go as deep as he could you screamed so loud, Aizawa immediately pulling out of you, going back down to kiss your pretty self, greedily sucking on your clit before shoving now three fingers into you, stretching you a little more for him. You were really a tad bit too tight for him.

Not able to hold back anymore, you burst out in tears, squirting once again as you screamed in pleasure, not knowing how to handle all of this or what to do about it.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay”, he said, coming back up to let your juices spray his dick down, massage your clit with it, loving the way it looked before he pushed it back inside of you, the two of you moaning as he went as deep as your vagina allowed him to. A few slow and deep strokes already had you crying, Aizawa smiling at how his princess was just melting down under him. Next time you tried him he was going to remind you of this right here. “Here my baby”, he said, bringing his hand up to your face, gently shoving two of his fingers into your mouth.

“Suck”, he said, and you did just as you were told, the method helping you just a little. He increased the pace a little, his hips thrusting into you hard, your throat now hurting at how much you were screaming, still trying to suck his fingers but failing with every try. He wanted nothing more than to fill you up, maybe shove his cum back inside of you until your tummy bulged a little. Maybe then he’d press on it and watch it all fall out of you like a creamy donut. You were the perfect donut. His precious donut lol.

Maybe he’d let you rest a little before round two.

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

Hi, I've just discovered the SWF alphabet on your page. Could you do that for my love, Cash Wheeler? I'm not sure if you write for him but I just can't get it out of my head ever since.

i am FINALLY doing this. gonna get back into the swing of things with some fluff for cash &lt;3

|remember to leave feedback and i love all you heathens|

~ SFW Alphabet ~ Cash Wheeler (Daniel) x fem!reader

^donna fucks with kayfabe, projecting, and a bit of redundancy bc im the captain of this dollhouse^

- dax harwood (david) - i mention covid/stay at home order for letter v (some people can be triggered so i want to put it here, and sammy guevara

A ~ Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show it? how do they respond to it?) Daniel always has his arm around you in some way. On a scale of 1-10: he broke the damn scale. You don’t mind it though, the feeling of his arms around you keeps you grounded. One of his favorite things is after a high-profile match, is how you’ll just wrap your arms around him from behind. No words need to be exchanged. Win or loss, the warmth of your soft skin makes him feel like he’s on top of the world.

B ~ Best Friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?) David would jokingly be jealous that you’ve ‘stolen’ his best friend. He can’t be that mad because he was the one that introduced the to of you to each other. You are both a little more on the introverted side.

C ~ Cuddles (do they like to and how do they cuddle?) Daniel Marshall Wheeler is obsessed with cuddling with you. He loves having his arms around you; as I said before. Couch, bed, back of a car, on a blanket under the stars; you are nine times out of ten tucked beside him under his arm. He’ll always stroke your skin gently. He’s obsessed with that pudgy bit of tummy you have; it’s the most beautiful, adorable, and perfect thing ever to him. *we all have it and it's perfect, shut up* The little sigh that leaves your lips when he rubs your head makes his heart flutter like a little kid when his playground crush notices him. He prefers being the big spoon but won’t mind switching roles now and then. 

D ~ Dates (what is it like to go on a date with them? what do they like to do?) So parks dates are a must. He's a sucker for his best girl in a cute dress or skirt with a random shirt and one of his flannels over it, watching you pick flowers only to intertwine them to make a little flower crown for him. *let me know if yall want a fic of this*

E ~ Engagement (do they want to settle down? how long until yall tie the knot?) He's wanted to marry you since your third date. You were his dream girl. David had to talk him down a few times, saying it might be too soon. You and Daniel had talked about marriage before so he knew it was something you wanted. Nearing the end of your outing on your two year anniversary, that's when he *finally* popped the question.

F ~ Food (how well can they cook? what do they like that you’d make?) He is quite a great cook. You both enjoy cooking or even baking together. He will love pretty much anything you make. There's these special cut-out cookies you make for the holidays every year. The recipe was your grandmother's so you grew up with them every year. He loves decorating them with you and learning about your relationship with her; and how your cousin always gets a reindeer cookie.

G ~ Gentle (how gentle are they physically and emotionally?) He is prone to treating you like you're made of glass. When your relationship went public, there were some nasty things said about you. Daniel could see through your fake smile sometimes; he would ask passively so you wouldn't get upset. When you told him how some things cut deep, he had you sat on his lap with his arms around you as you cried it out and vented.

H ~ Hugs (do they like them? what are their hugs like? how often do you get them?) He could hug you forever. You could be talking to one of his co-workers and he would come up and just wrap his arms around you. When you need a hug for comfort, one hand would stroke your hair while the other rubbed your back. When it was him that needed comfort, his hands would go under your shirt to touch your bare skin. Not in a sexual way; in a, as he puts it, "the feel of your skin helps me remember you're real" way.

I ~ “I Love You” (who said it first? how was it said? how often?) Daniel said it first...On accident. You had been dating for 3 months already when he had his match against David for the tournament. He was planning on telling you the next day when you went on your usual breakfast date. Right before he went out: - “You’re going to do amazing, baby. I’ll be watching right here.” you told him before you kissed his cheek for luck. his adrenaline was already high so without thinking, he cupped your cheek and kissed you gently. when he pulled back, much to your disappointment, he whispered “I love you, Y/N. A lot.” your hand held his wrist as you smiled. “I love you too, Daniel. A lot” - He tells you he loves you 25/8. Any chance he gets. Not just verbally. Little notes or gestures speak for themselves. 

J ~ Jealousy (how jealous do they get and what do they do?)  You wouldn't notice when someone was flirting with you because it was just a known thing that you were in love with Daniel. He knows how much you love him, but that doesn't stop the back brain thought of someone trying to take you. One night, Sammy Guevara had gotten a little too close to you. If it was just talk from some guy, he could just tell them to back off. But, the little twerp had his hand on the small of your back. Daniel had seen red and pulled you away from him. The kid tried running his mouth and you had to step between them to prevent a fight.

K ~ Kisses (what are they like? favorite place to kiss you. where do they like to be kissed?) Kissing Daniel is like a princess kissing her prince in a Disney movie. Time slows, sparks fly, fireworks go off, and there's no one else in the world; only you two. Besides your lips, his favorite place to kiss you is the top of your head: it's a two for one in his mind because he can hug you and kiss you at the same time. He would never admit it, but he melts when you kiss his forehead: he can't explain why, but it makes him feel all warm inside.

L ~ Little Ones (how are they with kids? do they want them/how many?) You've seen him with David's daughter; he was destined to be a father. You had never seen someone so natural with kids. He was also amazed by your motherly instincts. Not just with kids, you had a more elevated gentleness when it came to taking care of him if he's injured, sick, or just feeling low. I'd say you would have two or three kids. You wish you could time travel back to when you told him you were pregnant; that was a smile that you'd want to see again and again.

M ~ Morning (what’s it like waking up to them? what do you do in the mornings?) You could go to bed with a normal amount of space in between you and wake up fully intertwined. It may sound creepy but if you woke up before him, you would lay there and admire his features. How relaxed he looked, watching his chest rise and fall with his breathing, how the morning light would peek through the window and shine over his skin, and how his tired eyes and morning voice would make you fall in love with him all over again.

N ~ Night (how are nights spent with them?) You, in his arms. Spooning you or laying on his chest, you aren't far from him. Nine times out of ten, you're out before him. Like you watching him in the mornings, he watches you while you fall asleep. He would stroke your cheek, play with your hair, or think about your future as he listens to your sweet little snores. (which you say you don't do)

O ~ Open (when did they start revealing things about themselves? all at once or a little at a time?) You would pick up on certain things. Of course, full stories and reasons could only come from him. If something happened that really messed with him, you would learn something new about him. Why whatever it was caused him to have that reaction.

P ~ Patience (are they quick to get mad? what ticks them off?) When he points out when someone is obviously flirting with you and you are just completely oblivious to the advances. You're too nice for your own good. It doesn't make him mad, more slightly frustrated.

Q ~ Quizzes (how much do they remember about you? remember every little detail or forget things?) In between, more on the 'remember every little detail' side. Humans forget things so if he forgets what your current favorite song is, you don't hold it against him. He remembers every milestone date: when he asked you out, first date, first "I love you", first kiss, when you met each other's families. He'll remember your all time favorites: movie, musician, TV show as a little kid.

R ~ Remember (their favorite moment in your relationship. yours as well) Even though you two were grown ups, you just had to read S.E. Hinton's "The Outsiders" together. He did tell a little lie that he never read it just because he loved to see how excited you were about your favorite book and movie. When you did watch the movie, the ending still made you cry and you looked up to see Daniel had started to tear up as well. - "You read it how many times when you were 12?" he asked you. "Probably five, just that year. You notice new things every time you read it again. Same thing with the movie. Now are we gonna start it or not?" "Alright, alright. Open the book, Pumpkin." -

S ~ Security (how protective are they with you? how do they protect you? how do they like to be protected?) You are the most important thing in the world to him. He would do anything and everything to keep you safe. If he could bubble wrap you, he would. Daniel is the kind of man that would participate in the Hunger Games to keep you safe.

T ~ Try (how much effort goes into dates, gifts, anniversaries) Dates: you two could just be cuddled up on the couch, watching movies or playing board games and you'd be a happy girl. Gifts: from him, they could range from silly to sentimental. The silliest gift he's given you was something one of your friends had made: a dollar bill keychain with his face on it, because of his ringname. The most sentimental gift was when he found out how much you liked "The Outsiders" growing up; so he took you to 'The Outsiders House Museum' in Tulsa as part of your birthday gift. When you were looking at the inscribed bricks other visitors had there, you teared up when you noticed: "Y/N, No matter how far, we will always see the same sunset. Stay gold my love, Daniel"

U ~ Ugly (what’s one of their bad habits?) He sometimes makes himself think that he's not good enough for you. Sometimes other people at AEW or haters online will talk about your relationship and it gets to him sometimes. You've told him that he was the only man that has ever made you feel the way he does.

V ~ Vaunt (what do they like to show off? what are they most proud of?) He loves to show you off. He'll post random pictures or videos of you. His Instagram story saw a glimpse of when you gave him a haircut during the stay-at-home order. He's proud of the life you've made together and is excited for what's to come.

W ~ Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?) You both like to say you complete each other. You make the other a better person. You're the only woman he's ever been able to picture a future with.

X ~ Xtra (random headcanon) - "Danny, would you still love me even if I was a worm?" you had just asked randomly. He couldn't tell if you were joking so he asked you to repeat yourself. "I'm sorry baby, what was that?" "If I was a worm, would you still love me?" That's when he broke and laughed. You could only pout as he moved closer to you on the couch and pulled you into his lap. "Pumpkin, I'd turn into a worm so we could be worms in love. Now what's with the silly question?" "Just checking." you said as you kissed the tip of his nose. You saw the realization wash over his features, "Is this one of those weird TikTok things?" your slick little smirk was all the answers he needed. - *yes, this is based off of that tweet*

Y ~ You (what made them fall in love with you?) You were compassionate, driven, and you had a heart of gold. The energy around you was always calming and welcoming. You understood the toll all the traveling could take and that this was his passion.

Z ~ ZZZ (sleeping habits, what’s it like to sleep next to them) Human.Heated.Blanket! No matter the weather, he is always warm. When he's away and can't sleep next to you, your secret little hack is using one of his shirts as a pillowcase. It could never compare to the real Daniel but it was better than nothing. You two are also no strangers to falling asleep on FaceTime together.

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[change-the-world-someday]

I'll Be Here

Oh boy I'm back baby. Here's a Derek Shepherd x Teen!reader bc I just started Grey's Anatomy. I'm well aware I've had stuff in my inbox for over a year, and frankly I'll get round to them soon. I hope this tides you over.

Derek Shepherd x Teen!Reader

Summary: Who'd have thought the child of Derek Shepherd would suffer with something even he can't cure?

A/N: I've been twitching a lot lately so this was a comfort write. Derek and Meredith don't have a relationship, and there's a bit of canon divergence.

⚠️TW⚠️ Talk and descriptions of twitching/tics

—•—

You knew the moment you woke up you were going to have a bad day.

Your alarm went off at the bright and early nine and as you made a move to turn it off, your arm twitched, almost pushing it off your nightstand. You let out a sigh, leaning down and managing to shut it off and sit up.

Until you neck starts to snap left and right, tensing and relaxing each muscle.

“Fuck’s sake,” you mutter under your breath, standing and stretching, well, as much as you can before your twitches start up again. You makes your way downstairs, finding an empty kitchen and a note on the counter. You manage to pick it up and read it.

Sorry, I got called in today. Let me know when you’re up

— Dad

You shake your head, whistling and shaking your hands. Great, so you're alone on a day where your twitches are worse than normal. You sigh and head back upstairs, almost losing balance on the stairs, and takes a quick shower before trying to style your hair. With difficulty, you get changed before reaching over and grabbing your phone. You grip it tightly, until it’s flung across the room.

“Shit,” you mumble, reaching down and picking it up. You open your messages, trying to text your dad.

Y/N

Hi, up. Bad today

It’s short, and to the untrained eye, might seem pretty rude, but to you and your dad, is a warning. Heading back to the kitchen, you try to eat a bowl of cereal. Instead, you managed to spill the cereal twice, drop milk on the floor, and then poke yourself in the side of the face a few times with your spoon instead of eating.

Your phone buzzes.

Dad

Do you need me at

home?

Y/N

No. Just bad

Dad

Do you want to come

to the hospital? You

can stay in one of the

offices if you want

You think about it for a moment, though you don’t get too long before your phone starts ringing. You pick up.

“Hi—” you whistle “—hi Dad.”

You hear him sigh. “Hey kid. Do you want to come in today? I can make sure no one stops you and you can come straight to the office.”

You click, your neck jerking forward. “You sure? I’ve—“ you whistle “—never been there before. I don’t want—“ you click “—to become a case study.”

Your dad laughs lightly down the phone. “I won’t let them. Just make your way over, and keep your earphones in. Music helps.”

You nod, before your neck twitches to the side and cracks, making your dad wince audibly. “Okay. I’ll let you know—“ you whistle and sigh, clearly getting frustrated with yourself.

“I get it. Don’t work yourself up; it’ll only make it worse. See you soon. Love you.”

A ghost of a smile passes across your face. “Love you too, Dad.”

—•—

Derek hangs up and leaves the store cupboard, almost bumping into Dr Bailey as she marches past.

“Watch where you’re going, McDreamy,” she scolds and Derek smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Bailey narrows her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Y'N's coming here. They're having a bad day,” he replies and Bailey nods, immediately catching on. “No one else knows.”

Surprisingly enough, you haven’t met anyone from Derek’s work, except for Bailey and even then, that was an accident. You'd bumped into her on a bad day and Derek had to explain what was wrong. Ever since, Bailey’s had a soft spot for you.

“Not even the chief?” She asks and Derek shakes his head. “Did you warn them?” He nods. “Well, there’s not much else you can do.”

“They're texting me when they’re a few minutes away. If I get caught in surgery, can you meet them at the doors please?”

The two stop in the corridor, Bailey pulling him over. “I have my own schedule too, Shepherd.”

Derek nods. “I know, but you’re the only other person here they know, and you know how they can get in places they don’t know…”

Bailey looks around. “If you’re caught up, you owe me one.”

Derek smiles and nods, a look of relief on his face. “Thank you.”

—•—

You're walking down the street to the hospital, constantly readjusting your earphones so they don’t fall out. Your neck keeps snapping to the side and jerking forward, earning a few odd looks from strangers. You sigh, a few minutes away from the hospital, and pull out your phone. Before you can do anything, though, you promptly throw your phone on the pavement.

Thank god your dad bought you one of those industrial phone cases. You pick it up, dodging people as you go to call your dad. He picks up after two rings.

“Hi, I’m—“ you click “—a minute away.”

“Okay. I don’t think I’m going to be able to meet you at the doors. Just walk through, take the stairs to the fifth floor, and come down the hall. I’ll be in the break room, second door on the left.”

Your eyes widen; you're going to be by yourself? Walking through a hospital? Where no one knows you?

“O-Okay,” you stammer out and your dad sighs.

“I’m sorry kid. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”

He hangs up and you take a breath, nodding to yourself. You pocket your phone and turn your music up as loud as it can be. Your dad was right, it does ease your twitching, though not as much as you'd like.

Fall Out Boy blasts through your earphones as you walk through the doors of Seattle Grace. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone, your neck twitch making it a lot easier to achieve. You click as you make your way to the stairwell, making your way up.

You don’t hear the calls of concerns from the interns following you, trying to catch up to you.

By the time you reach the fifth floor, the two interns have gone to find Dr Bailey to try and assist them, and Dr Shepherd who can help with the disorder being presented. They haven’t had someone who needs medical attention blatantly ignore them and go to a certain department before.

You lose your balance a little as you walk through the doors to the fifth floor, your neck jerking left and right repeatedly, muscles tensing and relaxing. Your hands are shaking and you walk like a new fawn.

You reach the door and push it open, whistling and clicking as you do so. At least you can see your dad today.

—•—

Derek knows immediately what kind of day is happening when you steps into the room. You're a jerking mess, neck and shoulders tensing and relaxing as though given electric shocks. You're whistling, clicking, and your eyes have recently started screwing shut, temporarily blinding you.

And that’s with your headphones in.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets, gently taking one earbud out of your ear and leading you to the seats. At least if you're sat, you have less of a chance of hurting yourself.

“Hi Dad,” you reply until a whistle comes back out. “S-Sorry.”

“Hey,” Derek places a firm but kind hand on your shoulder, “don’t apologise. None of this is your fault.” There’s a silence between you two, only broken by the sound coming from the removed earphone. “Fall Out Boy? Nice choice.”

Your neck snaps but you give a small smile. “Thanks.”

“Do you want something to eat? Did you manage to get some breakfast?” You sigh, your hands twitching and trembling, which tells Derek everything he needs to know. “Is it a bomb-site there?”

You shake your head. “I managed—“ you whistle “—to clean up. Took ages.” Your neck jerks forward. Derek sighs, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. You've always been wary; you never want to hurt your dad accidentally but Derek doesn’t care. You're his kid, and nothing will change that.

“You’re okay. Do you want some lunch? We can go to the cafeteria—they’ve got some pizza in there that’s actually pretty good.”

You nod, knowing anything you try to say will be interrupted by one of your twitches. You walk alongside Derek, trying your hardest to suppress your twitching as you make your way through the hospital and into to lift, where a few others are going to different floors. Derek notices, and leans into your ear. “You don’t have to hide it here, kid. Promise.”

There’s an audible sigh of relief from you as you let out a scatter of twitches, your neck jerking forward as you whistle and click. Your hands shake and flap and you let it all go. A few of the doctors and nurses turn around to look at you, but one harsh glare from Dr Shepherd makes them all go back to minding their own business.

You exit the lift and walk through the corridors to the cafeteria. You join the queue and you feel Derek keep an arm around you, trying to help you ease your twitches. You're grateful, though you both know there isn’t much either of you can do to stop them. You sigh, putting your earphones back in and blasting some music, this time Hozier.

Derek watches you struggle, sympathy panging through his heart. He hates that you've been cursed with this, and the worst part is they can’t find anything that’s causing it. It’s not like there’s a tumour or growth on your brain Dr Shepherd can operate on, you're just stuck with it.

“Dr Shepherd, good afternoon. Who’s this?” Lindsey, the server behind the food counter, greets. Derek smiles.

“Afternoon Lindsey. This is my kid, Y/N. They're joining me at the hospital today,” he explains, gently tapping you on the shoulder and causing you to take an earphone out. “Y/N, this is Lindsey.”

“Hi,” you greet, before your neck jerks forward yet again, cracking. The two adults give a wince and Lindsey gives you a small smile.

“What would you like, hun?” She asks. You look over, or does so as best you can. You can barely stay still long enough to read the menu. “We have a standard pizza or pepperoni pizza today. We also have some ham, chicken, or cheese sandwiches and salads. Or a few pastries we can heat up if you’d prefer.”

You give her a grateful smile. “Can I—“ you whistle “—have pepperoni please? And a—“ you click “—bottle of water?”

“Sure thing, and you Dr Shepherd?”

You put your earphones back in, trying your hardest to stop twitching. The problem is, the more you try to stop it, the worse it gets. It takes a few minutes for you to get your food, and when you do, Derek carries both trays to a table and sets them down. He takes a seat opposite you, giving a small smile.

“Thanks Dad,” you thank, pulling one earphone out so you can hear the conversation. You pick up the plastic fork and spear a few chips, but before you can eat them, your hand twitches and you throw it on the floor. You sigh but before either you or your dad can make a move to pick it up, someone else does it for you.

“You better be more careful. I don’t want fries on my shoes.” You recognise that voice anywhere, and smile as you look up at Dr Bailey. You let out a small laugh.

“Hi Dr Bailey,” you greet, whistling as your head snaps to the side and back. She smiles at you.

“Heard you were coming and through I’d say hello.”

—•—

“Guys, shut up,” Cristina hisses. “Do you see?”

“See what?” George asks as they quieten down. She nods her head and the table of interns turn around to catch sight of what’s going on. Dr Bailey is talking Dr Shepherd… and you sat with them. You're not dressed in any kind of hospital gown, nor are you wearing scrubs, so who are you? And how are you making Dr Bailey smile?

Meredith watches, catching sigh of your hair, and her eyes widen. She reaches over, slapping George on the arm.

“What?” He asks.

“It’s them,” she replies, “the person from earlier. Y’know, the one who didn’t check in at reception and took the stairs. The one who ignored us!”

George’s eyes widen too, and the two get up and start to walk over, ignoring the protests of Cristina and Izzie as they reach the table. You're struggling to get a sentence out, whistling and clicking as you try to tell Dr Shepherd about something.

“Dr Shepherd!” Meredith calls out, making the conversation halt between you. “Are you with a patient?”

She misses how you cringe. Dr Shepherd frowns, which only deepens more at the crack in your neck as it jerks forward. “Dr Grey, Dr O’Malley, how can I help?”

“W-We saw, erm, this kid walk straight through and up to neurology without checking in. Do you want us to check them in and get a better examination? We were going to come to you for a consult when we saw them anyway, but since you already seem to know them…” George trails off and Dr Shepherd looks between you, the interns, and Dr Bailey.

An awkward silence falls between you, only disturbed by the occasional whistle or click from you. “I can get a wheelchair if it’s easier.”

“No need,” Dr Shepherd cuts in. “They aren’t a patient, their name’s Y/N. They're my kid and they're accompanying me to work today.” The two interns look at each other, mortified. “Now, if you excuse us, we were just having lunch.”

Your hand flexes again, making you throw your fork on the floor (the second one in the space of fifteen minutes) and sigh. You go to pick it up, only for George to beat you to it. “Here.”

“Than—“ you click as your head jerks forward “Thank you.”

“Don’t you two have places to be?” Bailey asks, less than impressed with her two interns in front of her. They both nod and scurry off, back to their table to tell Cristina and Izzie about Dr McDreamy’s kid.

—•—

“I don’t know how they cope with it,” George muses as the group of four interns sit on some beds in the back corridor, waiting to be paged for something.

“Yeah, twitching all the time. God, I’d kill myself if I had them,” Izzie continues. “Would ruin my chances at both medicine and modelling. And a lot of other things, probably.”

“Do you think they wanted to go into medicine? Y’know, before they started twitching? Or have they always had it?” Cristina asks. “Or do they have a tumour?”

“For your information,” a voice cuts in, making all four jump and turn to the source, meeting the likes of Dr Shepherd, “Y/N wants to be a lawyer.” He walks down the corridor to them, everyone’s cheeks turning red a the prospect of being caught gossiping. “The tics developed about eighteen months ago, just before we moved to Seattle. It’s not a tumour, or any kind of swelling; in fact, we have no clue what set it off.”

“Have you done an MRI? CT?” Meredith suggests and Derek nods.

“We ran everything. It all came back clean.” He looks at Cristina. “They did want to be a doctor. When we realised we couldn’t cure them, they were upset for weeks. They—“

“Talking about me?” A voice calls down the corridor and Derek’s face splits into a smile, something that doesn’t go amiss by the others. You whistle, making it to the group and taking a seat next to your dad. You lean on him… until your neck twitches and you almost fall back. Derek’s hand shoots out, supporting you.

“We were just—“ Izzie tries to say before you cut her off, clicking in the process.

“Let me guess.” You whistle. “The doctor que—“ you click “—question and how I live with—“ your neck jerks to the side “—it.”

Your dad gives you a smile. “Ten out of ten for you,” he smiles. You nod.

“Well, I used to want to—“ you click “—be a doctor, until we found out this is incurable.” You whistle. “Pretty soul-crushing.” Your neck jerks back, and if it wasn’t for your dad’s hand, you would’ve hit the wall. “And we’ve learned to adapt to it. There are—“ you click “—days where I’m fine, with only a few, and days—“ you whistle and everyone can feel the frustration radiating off you. Still, no one chooses to finish your sentence, letting you get it out yourself “—like this.”

—•—

For a while, the six make general conversation, until, slowly but surely, you start to drift off. It isn’t until there’s an odd silence that Derek notices, and he has a smile on his face as he looks down at you, asleep on his shoulder.

“They look so… peaceful,” Izzie comments quietly, the others agreeing.

“Yeah. We’ve had a few rough days this week. God knows they need the rest,” Derek mutters. He shifts to look between the four. “Any of you wake them, I’ll make sure you’re banned from the OR for a month.”

Everyone’s eyes widen as they nod in unison; they’re all begging for a chance at more surgery. Carefully, Derek manoeuvres you so your head’s lying in his lap, body stretched out on the hospital bed. He carefully cards his fingers through your hair, detangling it as gently as he can.

The interns’ pagers go off, assigning them jobs and the four rush off, leaving Derek and you to rest. He smiles, getting himself comfortable sitting on the end of the bed, back against the wall.

“Get some rest, buddy. I’ll always be here for you.”

—•—

Hope y'all enjoyed. I know it's pretty different from what I usually write, but this is for my own comfort so...

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