#sorry for writing about them so late i wasnt sure how to write it in a tumblr post bc tbh my natural habitat is incoherent discord messages

[fulloflambing]

࣪ . ִֶָ๋ CAPITANO: husband headcanons ♡

pairing: capitano x afab!reader/you warnings: reader is addressed as 'wife', canon and modern!au cho's note: the kinich one did rlly good, so now lets try it with our big boi hehe. happy reads everyone! lmk if u guys want an nsfw ver. of either/both characters ;3

this man is the definition of YEARNING.

he wasnt comfortable with the label of him being your boyfriend. with all his eternal affection and love for you? to just be a mere boyfriend? absolutely not. he just HAD to be your husband. proposed the moment he realized he loved you.

definitely proposed with a big stone :p

wears his ring 24/7 and kisses it whenever your not around and he misses you dearly.

he abuses the power of his mask and never misses the chance to stare and just admire your beauty. underneath his mask his eyes are full of love and admiration for you.

discreetly clingy. if your going out somewhere he wants to go with you 'to keep you safe' or he 'needed to pass by that area later anyway'.

hates taking off his helmet, but never stops you from sliding it off of his head to shower him with praise.

his nicknames for you are my love, dear, darling, prince/princess

his love language for you is physical touch, and words of affirmation

his favorite spots to kiss you on is your forehead, lips, the palm of your hands and your knuckles.

engraved your initials into his sword, and because of that he makes sure he takes good care of it always.

his kisses are always slow and intimate.

he is a quick-kisses or pecks HATER. he has to kiss you for atleast 10 seconds. he doesn't care if hes late, if theres someone right infront of you— he kisses you like its the last time, everytime.

more of a listener than a speaker

he likes to go on dates or do activities with you where you both have to talk to eachother a lot. like fine dining dates, late night walks or driving!

very touchy in private. he likes to snake his arm around your waist, pull your hair to the side and kiss the back of your neck.. hes just addicted to praising and carressing your body.

ever since he married you, he absolutely despises overtime. he gets bossier and meaner to his subordinates when he realizes he might have to stay a little later to supervise them. sometimes he even leaves his job or his expeditions early just to get home to you.

frequently brings you gifts. a bouquet of rare flowers, a jewelry set with special ore customized just for you, lavish wine.. you name it.

never wants to argue with you. the second you tell him he's wrong, he just immediately agrees with you, spewing "yes ma'am." "your absolutely right. i didn't think of it properly.. apologies my love."

ever since he married you, he likes to subtly flex he has you as his wife.

"Sorry, i must end this conversation early. My wife is waiting on my presence." and you can just HEAR how cocky he is to say that.

writes you longgggg letters when he has to get away from business for awhile.

regarding his letters, he made you scribble/draw a design which he got custom made to become his wax seal for said letters :) a very keen man

got you a coat matching his own!

when your crying, he likes to hug you in silence, just letting you soak him in your tears. when you've calmed down, he tells you hes there to listen if you want to talk about your feelings, and theres no problem of yours hes not willing to help you solve. in his mind, your pain is his own, and he'll always be there to support you through any troubles.

very possessive. he wants people to know your his, and hes yours.

princess treatment on TOP. carries you easily when your tired of walking, idly massages your hands or feet when your both lounging together, regularly brings you flowers

during misunderstandings, he likes to take a minute of silence to compose himself and his thoughts to make sure he doesnt say anything he doesnt mean

likes to properly sit down with you to talk out problems between the both of you, and keeps an open mind. he doesnt rush you or cut you off when your talking about your feelings, and lets you know hes present and he cares about how you feel

takes extra time and effort after an argument to remind you he loves you.

overall, capitano is a very romantic lover despite his cold resolve, and honors your wishes with his life.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Super Rich Kids

A/N: hey guys warning this is sosososo bad im tryna get out of writers block by forcinf myself to write help

reader is loosly based off haruhi fujioka but not that much (you dont have to know anything about ohshc to understand this)

reader is gender neutral

ugh sorry this is so bad

After your mom died at an early age, around when you were 5. you and your father were by yourselves.

At first, it was difficult, you kept yourself company most of the time due to your father working hard to keep you both afloat.

You lived in an okay apartment, one that was in the middle of an area that was cheap, but dangerous to live in.

Gotham.

You knew how to cook and do chores around the house due to your mother teaching you before she passed.

In middle school, you threw yourself into your studies to be able to have a better life in the future.

You barely went out with friends, and when you did you'd leave early.

It wasn't that you didn't like or care for them, you were just busy trying to get into higher education.

It worked out for you. You were able to get a scholarship into a high school you used to dream of entering.

Gotham prep.

It wasnt the best, but it was better.

You had to leave your old high school midway through 9th grade.

It meant that you had to leave all your friends and teachers.

youd miss them, but a scholarship is a scholarship.

Plus, maybe you could still see them around?

You couldn't afford to get the fancy uniforms that cost almost as much as your rent, so you decided to procrastinate on getting one.

Your teachers would understand, right?

Your teachers did not understand.

They refused to let you go around the school without a uniform, so you had to use an old uniform from the lost and found.

It was dusty and had a couple of holes, but it'd have to do.

You also somehow kept managing to get lost, so whenever you walked into your classroom, you were usually 10 minutes late.

So much for a good first impression.

As you got to your 4th class of the day, you fumbled around with the doorknob, trying to open the classroom door without dropping your books and supplies.

You struggled a bit until a black-haired boy saw you looking a little stupid out the small window on the door.

He got up and unlocked it for you, and you almost dropped your pencil case

Thankfully, he picked it up and gave it to you before it hit the ground.

"Be careful next time," he smirked and held the door open for you.

As you were about to thank him, you heard the teacher clear her throat.

"And who might you be?"

"I'm Y/n," you spoke, trying not to look stupid in front of a class of 25 people.

She checked her attendance roster. "Last name?"

"L/n."

"you aren't on the roster. Are you sure you're in this class? You aren't skipping, are you?" she raised an eyebrow at you.

"I moved here like, two days ago. I have my schedule, though." you handed her your paper schedule, making sure not to drop anything.

Once the whole attendance thing was sorted out, you were sat down next to the blue-eyed boy.

You kept glancing at him through the corner of your eye.

He took notice and looked at you fully, catching you off guard.

You straightened your posture and looked at the board, making him chuckle.

"Why are you staring so hard?"

"Sorry, I don't know." you looked away in embarrassment.

The truth is, you didn't even notice you were staring. You were just taking notice of your surroundings.

Plus, he looked familiar

"You're Y/n, right?"

"Yep."

"I'm Tim." he put his hand out so you could shake it.

"Quiet you two." the teacher yelled, shutting you both up.

The class went by slowly. Luckily for you, the class was easy to pay attention to.

Most of the kids had their heads down and were asleep, including the boy next to you.

Sucks for him.

That was your last class of the day, and you started to make your way back to your apartment.

You had your slightly mangled wired headphones in, and didn't hear footsteps behind you.

You didn't notice the presence of a certain someone until you felt the tap of someone on your shoulder.

You turned around and saw Tim, and a blonde girl right next to him.

"Hey," Tim spoke

You took your earbud out "..Hey?"

"This is Steph, she's one of my friends. She's coming with us." Tim said, pointing to the blonde.

"To where?" you questioned, tilting your head.

"To his house, duh," Steph stated.

"I'm not coming." you tried walking ahead of them, only for Steph to hold your wrist.

"Why?" Tim questioned

"Because I have things to do." you had to start working on your resume to get a job.

"C'mon, just come over!" Steph insisted

"I'm fine."

"c'mon, we're your friends!" Tim spoke

You rolled your eyes ".. I just met you guys.."

"Whatever!" Steph dragged you by the wrist and started dragging you to Alfred's car.

You had to be pulled into the car by both Tim and Steph as you all made your way to the manor.

You didn't want to go, but you had no choice.

Both of them were insistent.

You didn't take notice of the driver and how surprised he looked to see you. You were spaced out looking at the window beside you thinking about how you could've avoided all of this.

"And who might you be?" the older man spoke

You jumped at his words. "I'm y/n— one of Tim's classmates."

"That's quite strange, he's never mentioned you."

"yeah, I just moved here like, two days ago. We just met like an hour ago."

"Oh, that's alright."

You pulled out your phone and texted your dad to let him know you wouldn't be getting home until later.

You knew he wouldn't see the text until later.

He was at work.

You looked out the window and spaced out on your way over to the manor.

Once you felt the car stop, you noticed how big the manor was.

You were surprised at how someone could live in it or even afford it.

It seemed that Tim could sense your shock.

He nudged your shoulder and snapped you out of it.

You, Steph, and Tim all made your way inside.

They knew their way around, so you had to follow behind them like a lost puppy.

You all made your way to the kitchen and sat down on the island.

The entire manor looked too fancy, like that fake house set at Ikea.

The countertops glimmered and shined in a way you've never seen before.

"Do you want something?" Tim asked

"I want to go home." you your your head down on the cold marble island.

Tim rolled his eyes "I meant like to drink or eat."

"Oh, uh, could I get some water?"

"Coming right up." he started making his way to get water.

You and Steph both went on your phones.

Steph liked talking, a lot.

It was sort of overwhelming for you, especially since you weren't used to talking to a lot of people.

You liked the quiet.

About around 5 minutes of being on your phone, you felt a gust of wind pass by you, and you saw what looked like an 11-year-old boy arguing with an older boy who had a tuft of white hair.

You put little to no mind to it as you continued to scroll on your phone.

Three seconds later Tim made his way back to the dining room.

You looked up from your phone to see Tim looking at the boys.

"Could you guys cut it out? We have company." Tim handed you a bottle of water

"My bad." the boy with the white tuft of hair walked up to you "I'm Jason."

You shook his hand. "Y/n."

"I will not apologize to them." the green-eyed boy spoke.

"Damian–" Tim tried to reprimand him

"that's fine." you got up from your chair "Do you know where the bathroom is?"

"Yeah, it's past that hallway." Jason pointed

"Thanks."

As you made your way to the bathroom, you could hear Damian getting scolded by Tim.

You checked your phone and noticed how your father still hadn't seen your messages.

You sighed and made your way back to the kitchen, not noticing the guy in front of you.

You accidentally bumped into him

"Sorry, my bad," you said.

"It's okay." you watched as the man scratched his head in confusion "I don't think I've seen you around, did Bruce just adopt you?"

"huh?" you tilted your head in confusion. "I'm just visiting, Tim and Steph invited me over."

"Oh, that makes sense."

"im Y/n."

"I'm Richard, most people call me Dick, though."

You snickered at the nickname, and Dick pretended to dramatically look offended.

You both made small talk as you made your way to the kitchen.

You sat back down on a seat and went back to scrolling on your phone, ignoring the ever-growing chaos of the siblings fighting.

Steph sat up and grabbed her bag, making her way out the door and waving goodbye to you.

You waved back.

After a minute or two of getting bored of your phone, you got up and grabbed your bag, ready to walk home.

"Y/n!" Jason called

"Hm?"

"Tell Damian to let go of my book!"

"I refuse, Todd!"

The name gave you deja vu like you've heard it before.

Wait a second.

You locked eyes with Jason, and you noticed how much he looked like Bruce Wayne's dead son.

From his eyes, to his nose, to his ears.

He had the same name too.

You gasped quietly.

How did you not notice sooner?

"You–you're Bruce Wayne's dead son!"

"What?" Jason's eyes widened

Jason started walking towards you, trying to intimidate you.

You started backing up in fear, not taking notice of the vase behind you.

You bumped into it, making it shatter onto the floor.

You looked at it and noticed how expensive everything looked.

Damn, rich people.

"Shoot, I'm so sorry! I can pay you guys back!" You tried putting the pieces back together but there was no use.

It was shattered.

You just had to hope that it wasn't too expensive–

Dick interrupted your train of thought "That vase was around a million dollars, I think."

You turned around to look at him, hoping he was lying ".. You're joking."

"I'm serious. We got it at an auction. One of a kind, you know." Tim spoke

"Shoot." you were visibly sweating "I cant afford that! I couldnt even afford a school uniform!"

"I have a way you could pay it back." Alfred spoke up from the shadows (how did you not notice him?"

"How?"

"Working as my apprentice."

this was so ass im sorry omg

yay this reader is NOT neglected 🥳🥳🥳 slightly better childhood 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

this is so ass omg

[strawberrymatchawhore]

baby

summary- babying your "tough" hubby rafe.. maybe some freakydeakyness at the end

note- this is the complete opposite of the rafe ive been writing about LMAOOO.. this man is SO BAD help me

it was 2am and you were in your bedroom scrolling on your phone, a random netflix show playing in the background. you've been waiting for your husband to get home for hours, being the wife to the chief of police did have its negatives. this was one of them.

you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and immediately turned off your phone, throwing the covers over yourself you pretend to be asleep. the door opens and you feel the weight of the bed shift.

"hey baby. sorry for getting home so late" rafe says giving your forehead a kiss, you jokingly ignore him.

"c'mon now i know youre awake.. get up and hold me." he begged tiredly, you couldnt help but giggle at how desperate he sounded.

"fine." you mumbled into the sheets but stayed in your position, he hugs you putting all of his weight on your body.

"okay okayy, i got it. now get off me you fatty." you whined, pushing his large frame off of you. you leaned against the bed frame and opened your arms, the both of you adjusting to a more comfortable position. which was the both of you propped up against a pillow.

"im so tired." he yawns into your chest, you played with his hair as the both of you stayed in silence.

"i know you are, you need a day off. youve been working too hard." validating him, his hand plays with the ribbon of your pajama shorts.

"see? youre still in your uniform, youre gonna make the bed dirty." you patted his back and drew circles on it.

"what, you want me take it off? if you wanted to see me naked you couldve asked sweetheart." he looked up at you and smirked. you glared at him, lightly slapping his arm.

"not what i meant.." you blushed.

"youre so cute you know that rafey, honestly when i look at you i just want to eat you." you confessed and massaged his temples, his face nuzzles into your chest even further. clearly he was blushing as well.

"i dont know how i got so lucky, im so glad i have a such a beautiful boy in my life. everything about you is just perfect." you cooed admiring his sculpted face, the way his plump lips curled into a smile.

"stopppp" he whined. you couldnt help but pull out your phone and take a picture. because if you didnt, who wouldve believe that your 6'2 husband loved to be babied like this? not like you were going to show anyone, its just for your eyes only. you wanted to cherish this moment forever.

"did you just take a picture?"

"let me see it." he shot up and reached for your phone. you put your phone under your pillow and laid on it, making sure he wasnt able to grab it. the two of you started play fighting.

"nooo please, you look so cute. let me keep it!!" you laughed, he started to tickle you. and you slowly started to fall off the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, if you were gonna fall he was going to come down with you.

the laughing coming from you both died down and you looked up at him, what a funny position. you both were on the floor and he was in between your legs hovering over you.

rafe leaned downed and passionately kissed your lips, his hand starts to play with your shorts. you eventually pull away and slap his hand.

"nuh uh. go shower first. you stink." you got up to your feet then helped your boyfriend get up as well. you looked up at rafe with your head tilted, what was this man plotting?

"not unless you join me.. you cant say no" he quickly said and grabbed you by the waist. hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the master bathroom.

"ahhh! rafe stop!!" you busted out laughing, kicking your feet as he practically dragged you to the shower. he put you down and turned on the warm water, it poured over you both. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"great now my clothes are all wet." you pouted crossing your arms over your now soaked tank top.

"more reason to take it off... lift your arms f'me"

[choccy-milky]

I dont know why I had this vision of clora riding a scooter, like a cute light blue one with italy vibes, like a vespa, and sebastian panicking behind her LMAO

I SEE THE VISION AS WELL...idk how shes on a vespa tho since they werent invented yet so lets just assume theres time-turner shenanigans going on LMAO

but also anon this request was so funny to me because the SAME day you sent me it, i also got this one on twitter:

TRULY THE DUALITY OF MAN IS AT PLAY HERE!!! LMAOO debauchery vs wholesomeness...and it made me laugh so much

(and for anyone curious yes i WILL also be honouring the other request......eventually👀)

@jstfndmthngs splitting your ask into 2 again bc its a CHONKER but I LOVED READING IT🥹🥹 "how much they love each other to the abnormal level that i envy" LMAOO THATS FANFICTION FOR YOU, BABY!!😍 also YESS interacting with my readers in the comments was my fav parts of writing a lot of the time, and im SOOO grateful to the ppl who commented bc without them the story would have turned out DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT. like, i know there are some people who write the entirety of their fanfic and then upload it in chunks, but if i had done that/written my story in a vacuum and hadnt incorporated any of my readers ideas/suggestions it would have been SOOOO much worse honestly LMAO. like, not even necessarily putting their requests or ideas in my fic, but even sometimes just reading a comment that would say something like "i cant wait to see how clora/seb reacts to..." would make me think...oh. i was never planning on even showing their reaction to that. but now that they say that, good point, i definitely need to include that LOL. so yeah even just little stuff like that was SUPER important to my writing process and my story and helped me keep in mind what people wanted to see/things i may have missed or glossed over if i'd been writing by myself, but i also just loved getting comments in general bc i loved reading them and they were so motivating🥹 BUT THANK U SO MUCH IM GLAD U LIKED MY STORY/SEB & CLORA SO MUCH, AND TY FOR SHARING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS WITH ME!!🥹💖💖 im lowkey the same way... i cant read any other fics rn bc im still too attached to seb/clora BAHAHA so i still need to give it some time before i delve into other HL fics (i even downloaded a program that will let me replace names so that i can replace the mc's name with clora's LMFAOOOO THATS HOW MENTALLY ILL I AM ABOUT THEM!!😭😭DONT COME FOR ME🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🚓)

omg...i already love unlocking kinks in people but for it to be specifically seb x clora is even more of an honour BAHAHA omg i love that....but i get it too. clora is submissive and breedable af😍LMAOO (im sorry💀that wasnt me just now that was seb blame him)

@acrenna MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS AND ALSO LATE HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! this is so sweet THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭im happy my story was able to get you out of your reading slump!! (and hopefully will continue to, with my oneshot im slowly but surely working on😩) BUT THANK YOU AGAIN I APPRECIATE YOU SM🥹🥹💖

@misskkfritz you actually arent the first to say this and i also saw a pinterest comment on my art say this........FELLAS DO I NEED TO WATCH GILMORE GIRLS NOW🤔🤔🤔

[buttonsdraws]

hi i'm so glad you asked :) pay no mind to the timestamp there that's nothing haha

to briefly explain the setting first - magical girl knights: paragons (mgk paragons for short) is a medieval eurofantasy story setting where there are knights who are magical girls called paragons and they have magic powers and fight monsters and shit. paragons are very rare and views on them differ depending on region and belief but generally they are revered as heroes/divine warriors/etc.

johanna (curly haired girl) is a paragon from a noble family, and is not only revered as the only paragon of the kingdom but also a status symbol for her family, the golden child etc. she falls in love with lan (straight hair freckled girl), who is by all accounts just an ordinary farmgirl from one of the villages on johanna's family's land, honestly at the sight of her like. breaking a chickens neck. and then they had a whole whirlwind romance thing going on classic princess (not quite) and peasant type sitch. i imagine their courtship with sort of hadestown wedding song vibes... except if orpheus was a rich kid so not like hadestown at all. idk its the idealistic bright-eyed heroine x more cynical grounded girl who cant help falling in love with the earnestness to me. also have some discord messages about it

so yeah turns out being deified as the people's saviour and an infallible symbol of goodness and righteousness does mess up your perception of self huh. pretty regular for paragons, honestly. (i imagine johanna had to go to battle many times not just against magical monsters but also leading the battle in conflicts with other nations too.) i haven't hashed out the exact circumstances but eventually and unfortunately, she does die in battle and gets recognised as a martyr. (what they won't tell you though, is that she was so, so tired. she has to die a hero, after all.)

lan and johanna really didn't have that much time together either (maybe a couple years? mortality rate really sucks for paragons). they did have a deep connection, but also they hadn't really gone past the honeymoon phase much. if they had more time and the relationship had started to stagnate with johanna still stuck in her family lan would've definitely started growing restless, maybe even a little resentful. maybe they would've changed. ah well, they didn't have time for any of that to happen

johanna also never gets to see their child. that's right lan was pregnant when johanna dies. and their kid, svanna (the wasian girlie), also gets paragon powers! yippee.

lan increasingly clings to her daughter, which is the only thing she really has anymore, but also becomes detached to the rest of the world and loses that sharpness about her as she just. doesn't have much else for her anymore. this is made worse as johanna's family takes over svanna's upbringing, especially as she starts growing older and showing signs of being a paragon (which isn't really a hereditary thing, i just made this svanna's backstory to uh. cause her turmoil. and also in-universe they don't know that), and that mother-daughter relationship also gets... strangled in some way.

also being a martyred paragon's kid and having powers (that you never wanted and might be scared of) that uh definitely isnt going to lead to issues down the line. but thats a whole separate story entirely. :)

some final additional context:

so my friends and i actually conceptualise mgk paragons as ye average magical girl show, just with like a medieval aesthetic on top of it. and the funny thing is if it was a show... lan and johanna would entirely not be in it? svanna would be like a minor character who shows up in one backstory episode. i just got really insane thinking about her and was like "well what about her lesbian mums"

so if you've been reading this being like "well whats so magical girl about this" thats because this is like. maybe thirty or forty years before the "main storyline" takes place haha. the main storyline involves a much more teen- and team-oriented main cast - in-universe there is definitely a trend of more paragons cropping up, in the past generations they were rarer (and thus much more isolated, like johanna was. this generally has fucked up past paragons too) but now they have #friendship is magic

also in general mgk paragons to me is about girlhood and womanhood and knighthood and sainthood and personhood and also most importantly the power of friendship and importance of human connection. u guys should check out the #mgk paragons tag for more content please please please pl

ask me about my new lesbians

[the-s1lly-corner]

hello hello I hope you're having a wonderful day/night! Request for TADC!!

Okay so jax x bunny y/n? what if y/n was like lola bunny?? I really don't know how to describe her personally so I would base it of like the one from space jam 1? Like the first movie?? (IF yk what I mean😭) And I imaged if y/n was called doll/toots/ect by jax or anyone (like how bugs bunny did to lola in that one sence) she would get the most heaviest thing near them and throw it at jax or like punch him or something!! 😭😭

THATS ALL I COULD IMAGE BUT HAVE FUN WITH THIS IDEA!!😌

Jax x Bunny!reader

Imma admit I'm mostly going off what I heard ab Lola's original personality as well as this ask; typically I would do a quick look over in a fandom wiki (not always reliable, I know) but my eyes feel like they're full of soup (it's getting late 😭😭)

Writing this on mobile! So typos and mistakes are likely to be more.. dudjdkf??

This one is more platonic/neutral since I wasnt entirely sure how to make this romantic! Sorry if that's what you wanted ^^;

This was originally gonna be longer but I'm eepy and tumblr (on mobile) wont let me save half answered asks in my drafts 😭😭

Honestly he LOOOOOVES teasing you and calling you those endearing names, even before you two foster a relationship, if at all (romantic or otherwise)

He thinks your reaction is funny and more often than not he can dodge whatever it is you toss his way (I mean, did you SEE how fast he ran in the pilot?)

Doesnt feel much in regards to you also being a bunny, since he knows it's not your guys' actual.. real bodies, so why would he feel anything about it...?

Actually... he might use that as ammo for teasing you...

"We're like a match made in heaven!" *side steps a flying book shelf*

He uses the names you mentioned in the request but I feel like he would also get very creative/sickeningly sweet with them to further annoy you

"Schnookums" "my pookie wookie bear" "my sweetheart with whipped cream and sztra sprinkles on top", progressively gets more obnoxious

Stuff like that !!

I just imagine you running after him, throwing things at him while he just has this smug look on his face

[angelxarii]

GG, NO REᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

(Good game, no rematch)

Synopsis: Sershiro Nagi, one of japan's top streamers; who dominates the gaming world with his effortless skills. When an underground content creator challenges him to a 1v1 after he dismisses casual players, their fans go wild. The match ends with an unexpected twist, and what starts as an online rivalry turns into a chaotic, relationship.

pairing: Seishiro nagi x F!reader | Smau & writing

content warning: I try to be funny (more cringe than funny), dry humour, crack, angst (if you squint), ooc character, nagi is sassy?, spicy but not smut (eventually), streamers - most of them, swearing, rude jokes

ʚɞ enemies to... something

“We'll be welcoming, Y/n. Me and her are going to have a rematch. It'll be in dress to impress and whoever gets first place 3 times will win” 

Nagi said in a monotonous voice. You joined his stream. You both were talking about game related things. Maybe after 15 minutes of talking to him and chat. You both joined DTI in roblox. 

-after the first round- 

“I don't even understand how you won. Your outfit was trashhh” 

You giggled, shit talking nagi who had won the first round. You caught yourself thinking that you were actually… having fun.. 

Odd.

-second round- 

“Okay fine, I'll give it to you. You're outfit wasn't HORRIBLE” nagi said, you could hear the smile in his voice 

“My outfits always eat, right chat? You wouldn't know, you're not a fashionista” 

“Oh? And you think you are, huh?” 

“I mean considering you gave me a 5 star says otherwise” you giggled making nagi scoff 

“Okay, I miss clicked” 

“Ohh yeah yeah, I'm sure you did” 

-after the game- 

Nagi ended up winning and he was so calm about it, as if he knew all along he would win. That infuriated you more than it should've.

“Well chat, the stream's ending early today. I won, like expected. The first time, I was just going easy on her.” He smirked. A rare sight. It was weird.. but not in a bad way. 

“And thank you everyone for all the gifts and donations. They're always appreciated even if I forget to mention it. And that's it for today. Thank you guys for joining me.” 

And with that. The stream ended and the screen you were watching nagi's stream on went from his face to a blank twitch screen. 

“Well. I suppose I should leave now..” you said a bit awkwardly 

“Wait.” 

“Huh?”

“Can I have your number” caught you off guard. You thought you made it clear you weren't friends or anything but. You couldn't bring yourself to say no for some reason. An odd reason. 

“um..” 

“No pressure. You don't have to if you're uncomfortable, I get it" 

He sounded so different compared to the first time you reacted to his stream and the time both of you were shit talking each other. 

“No.. I mean, no! I mean, yes! Yeah, you can. It just caught me off guard, sorry” you mumbled. Saying your number as he copied it down onto his phone and gave you a call to save it. 

“I need to go now. It's.. I have to shower” you pulled an excuse out your ass. He hummed. Saying bye and cutting the call.

series masterlist: ʚɞ

Next: 05

A/n: idk why the bottom portion of my phone wasnt cropped out the screenshots but ignore that. Sorry the chapter is late, I was busy working on another piece

Taglist: @syarc0re @sunnydays25 @x3nafix @lilwx @tired-child00 @appl3-0rchard @mochiii-sama @ethereasworld @chuurinnie (open)

[d3vils-island]

Hi, can you write about reader and Dave where they're in a dinner with her parents, she says sum like "daddy, can you pass me the salt?" or anything like that, and both her father and Dave grab the salt? Thanks!

Sorry for my bad english and if this is very cliche too

Not gonna lie, at first I thought this idea was garbage, but then I actually started writing it and I literally fell in love with it. Anyways, I apologize this is kinda late, I wasnt very moritvated to write recently, but I pushed through!! Also— I wasn’t sure if you wanted it to be a smut… so I made it one just in case… I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! 🫶🫶😣🎀

Pass the Salt (82’)

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

2,060 words

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Description: Your parents are convinced that your boyfriend Dave is a terrible person and he’ll break your heart. To convince them otherwise, you invite Dave over to your parents for dinner to clear the air. That is, until everything just gets worse.

Warnings: PORN W/ PLOT! (as always, I’ll mark with three “^” when the smut starts), daddy kink, rough sex, second hand embarrassment, oral (female receiving) blah blah blah basically all the good shit about sex.

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Dave and you had been in a relationship ship for years now, and it was no secret. However, despite your passionate love for one another, your parents kept trying to find you someone else since they— to put it lightly,— hated him. You tried your best to convince them otherwise, but their minds were already made up.

To try and convince them Dave was all good and no bad— or at least very little bad— you decided to have him eat dinner with you and your parents.

You showed up to your parents house a bit before Dave so you could help them with the set up, and talk your parents into being kind to Dave despite their hatred towards him.

“He’s not good for you sweetie… he’s an alcoholic-druggie-outcast who will eventually break your heart.” Your father said while your mom nodded her head in agreement. “Is there seriously no one else out there you could date instead of him?” You mother said concerned.

“Look guys, I appreciate your worry… but I love Dave, and he loves me. He would never break my heart.” You responded, continuing to set up the table for dinner. Your mother gave you a look, almost as if she was saying ‘mother knows best’, but in this case, she didn’t know anything when it came to how much you and Dave loved each other.

Once you finished setting up the table, you walked over to your parents. “Please, just… don’t make anything awkward, and Atleast pretend to like him, just for tonight.” You pleaded, and they both nodded their heads.

Suddenly, a knock could be heard at the door. “Coming!” You yelled, running up to the door and opening it.

“Davie!” You squealed, embracing him in a tight hug. You invited him in, but the entire time he was walking next to you, you felt your parent’s eyes on him, looking with disgust.

Dave offered his help, to which your mother kindly took. He started helping out with the cooking while you all chatted.

“So, what do you do for work?” Your father asked. “Well currently, I work at a gas station a few miles from here.” He smiled. “Interesting.” Your father commented, and you could feel his hatred for Dave grow by the second. You just prayed that nothing would happen that would cause them to hate Dave any more than they do now.

A few minutes later, and the food was prepared. You helped bring stuff to the dining room table, and eventually you all sat down, digging in.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and the awkward silence wasn’t helping. You eyed your parents and they seemed to mind their business, but you were so scared of what they were thinking.

You tried to distract yourself from the situation by paying more attention to the food on your plate. You took a bite, but it wasn’t quite to your satisfaction.

“Daddy, can you pass the salt?” You asked.

Two hands instinctively reached over to the little glass container of salt at the table, bumping into each other before backing away. “Sorry sir.” Dave said, before he quickly grabbed the salt and handed it to you before your ‘actual daddy’ could.

It was like the universe heard your cry for help, the cry for things to not get any worse, and said ‘fuck you’ then did the complete opposite of what you asked.

Dave set the little container next to you on the table as you burried your face in your hands. You peeked an eye out between your fingers and saw Dave, a big smirk plastered over his dumb face. Then you glanced over at your father, who looked like a pot that was about to boil over.

The awkward silence continued, and you eventually took your face out from your hands, putting the salt all over your food.

Dave tried to start up a conversation, but there was no saving what had already been done. God, you just wish this night would be over.

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Eventually, you all finished your food. Dave aided in the cleanup, before he finally went off on his way. You chatted with your parents for a bit , but left shortly after before deciding to go over to Dave’s house.

You knocked on the door before coming in, looking over and seeing him in the couch watching TV. He instantly grabbed the remote and muted it, paying attention to you.

“That was a total disaster!” You yelled, walking in front of the couch and sitting next to him as he wrapped one of his arms around you.

“C’mon, it wasn’t that bad… I thought it went well.” He rubbed small circles on your shoulder with his thumb.

“Are you serious? I say ‘pass the salt daddy’ and you reach for it!” Dave just let out a deep laugh, covering his face with his free hand.

“I can’t lie, that was hilarious to see his reaction-” He paused, looking you in the eyes. “-and I technically wasn’t lying, since I am your daddy…just in the bedroom.” God, you wanted to strangle him right here and now so he’d shut up.

“Dave, seriously. Stop it.” You stated, but you couldn’t help but feel a smile start to crawl upon your lips, tugging the corner of your mouth upward.

“You’re right baby…” he took a breath, fixing his posture so he was leaning over you more. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sure everything with your parents will be fine.” He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against yours, moving them in sync softly. You parted for a second.

“I can’t even think of a time I called you ‘daddy’” you giggled. “I can remember a few… but maybe you were just too clouded by the pleasure you were receiving to remember.” Dave smiled smugly as your face heated up.

“Oh hush.” You playfully slapped his chest.

^ ^ ^

He leaned down again to kiss you, this time he grabbed your jaw and pulled you deeper into the kiss. “How bout I make you call me daddy again, and this time you actually remember it.” He chuckled.

“You can try.” You challenged him.

“Fine by me.” He suddenly picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom and tossing you roughly on the bed. You couldn’t lie, you loved when he was rough with you.

“Don’t hold back then.” You eyed him as he crawled on top of you.

“Trust me, I wasn’t planning on it.” His hands started roaming your body. Under your shirt, over your neck, across your thighs. Every time he touched you, you felt a fire of lust burn brighter and brighter in your chest. You stared sliding your top off, and he followed along, taking his own clothes off before you two were eventually stripped to your undergarments.

Your bare skin against the cold air made you shiver, just before Dave’s warm hands started groping your body again. He leaned down and kissed you, your tongues tangling together. With each second that passed, you felt a heat between your legs grow. You started rubbing your thighs together to get some sort of friction, hoping Dave wouldn’t notice your eagerness, but he did.

“You’re already so needy and we just started…” he groaned, gripping your knees and spreading your legs apart. His rough hands slid closer to your cunt as he placed his thumb against the soaked fabric that was your panties, rubbing small circles against your heat. The sensation was just enough to cause you to whine, but not enough to make you feel good. “Fuck, I need you…” you whimpered. Dave took his thumb away from the thin fabric before her slid his hand up your shoulders, snapping your bra strap against your sensitive skin. He pinched the fabric and slowly slid it off your shoulders, then he reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, sliding it off and tossing it to the side before he began massaging your breasts. He planted soft kissed on your chest, before they quickly turned into harsh bites; which would definitely leave marks.

His kisses trailed down your stomach as his hand slid to your hips, taking your underwear off before he lifted your thighs on top of his shoulders. His head found its way right between your legs as he began planting kisses on your inner thigh and rubbing circles on it with his thumb. He waisted no time as he began sucking on your clit while his fingers dove into your sopping pussy. The sudden pleasure caused you to nearly suffocate Dave with your legs, but he used his free hand to hold one of your thighs to the side.

You started mumbling nonsense, too clouded by the sudden pleasure to think straight. “Hmm?” Dave questioned your muffled rambling. “Fuck-! Don’t stop…” you whined. “That’s not what I wanted to hear,” he stopped giving attention to your throbbing cunt, looking up at your ecstasy-drunken face.

“Don’t stop… daddy..” you muttered, feeling your heart race and face heat at the nickname.

“That’s my girl.”

Dave immediately started eating you out like you where his last meal, licking and sucking his plate clean. Your body was shaking, and your grip on Dave’s hair only got tighter. However, as soon as he felt your legs tremble too much and your moans get louder, he stopped in his tracks and placed your legs back down on the bed.

“Not yet baby.” He hushed your pleads for release. His hands suddenly gripped your hips and turned around so your head was buried in the pillows with your ass up; just how he liked it. You heard the sound of fabric rustling before something was tossed to the corner of the room.

Dave’s tip teased your entrance as his hands had a harsh grip on your hips, thumb rubbing a circular motion on it. Dave leaned down to your ear, and you felt his hot breath against it.

“Ready?” He cooed, and before you could even respond, you felt his entire cock get slammed into you. Your back arched and your nails dug into the sheets, your loud moans being muffled as your head was buried in the pillows while Dave began fucking you relentlessly. The sounds of the bed creaking, skin slapping against skin, and your moaning filled the room. Each time Dave pounded into you, you felt him go deeper and deeper, kissing that spot inside of you that made your back arch more with every one of his thrusts.

His thrusts were consistent, fast, and hard, just how you liked. Dave moved some of your hair off the back of your neck, leaning down and planting sweet, timid kisses along your spine, in contrast to his rough and powerful thrusts. You never thought you’d scream the name daddy, until tonight, when Dave had your back arched and nails digging into the plush cloth of the bed.

Dave’s caring kisses turned into harsh bites as he sucked and bit at your neck, definitely leaving marks. You suddenly felt a string tighten in your abdomen, signaling that your release was near. You felt Dave’s thrusts get sloppier, his grip on you tightening as his release was also approaching.

“Oh fuck, Daddy!” You whined as Dave’s fingernails dug into your pretty and soft skin, leaving red marks. You felt the string tighten even more, threatening to snap at any second.

The little string inside you finally tore, and you felt a wave of pure ecstasy and pleasure wash over you. Your whole body was trembling and your breath was staggered. Dave slowed his thrusts down and pulled out, stroking himself before you felt a hot liquid spill on your back. Dave muttered something to you, but you were too drowned in pleasure to hear what he said. A minute later, he showed up with a towel in his hands and he began wiping your back down. You hazily looked up at Dave and he had a reassuring smile on his face as he tossed the towel to the side, pulling you under the covers with him.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough.” He whispered to you as he stroked your hair.

“Not at all, if anything, you could have gone a bit rougher.” You both laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

[marunalu]

Hey guys

I need to make a quick update of my whereabouts and why I havent answered any asks or messages lately. But first, I want to apologiese to everyone who worried about me. It wasnt my intention to make you worry, the last few weeks (months actually) were just quite stressfull for me and Im barely online anymore. I want you to know that you guys dont need to worry and Im really sorry if you did. Life is just quite difficult for me in the moment. I bother with some health issus right now (its NOT life threatening though!) both physical and mental and I have to take a few meds every day. These meds make me very tired and unmotivated to do anything Im not forced to do. I also had a lot of doctor appointments in the last few weeks and need to visit my doctor regulary. Again, its nothing life threatening but it tires me out and I dont feel very well in the moment. Most of the time I just want to be left alone so I can rest. Plus my private life is also quite messy right now and that doesnt help to increase my health. Since my health issues also have mental consequences I decided to stay away from any social media as much as possible, because the internet can be a toxic and stressful enviroment and I have realized that I feel worse if I lure to much on social media sites. I even try to avoid world news because they make me feel depressed. Even writing this short post is difficult for me, because I dont want to think or talk about my problems.

So again, Im very VERY sorry that I worried you guys, but it also warms my heart to see how many of you asked about my whereabouts and if Im okay! Thats so very sweet of you all! ❤️ And just a quick comment about mha. Im not lying to you, but right now Im not really invested in it anymore. The manga turned into a big dissapointment for me and I pretty much lost all my interest in it. I will still check out the last chapter and Im still positive about dfo to be revealed in the last chapter. But I already mentioned in the past that I dont think anymore that dfo will have an satisfying conclusion. It would be hilarious if it turns out the afo clone theory is indeed true though, because I was JOKING when I came up with it! I think its possible that hori will not confirm the theory right out, but just give very strong clues and hints like giving us a glimpse of the holes in hisashis hands. I heard, in a recent interview hori mentioned that he likes to leave things vague so people can come up with their own interpretations and conclusions, which I cant say is a smart move. Still, Im positive about dfo. I will eventually drop a post about the last chapter and talk about dfo if it turns out canon!

You are still welcome to send me asks but it will take me time to answer them. Im also not sure what I will do with this blog when mha is done, since its a mha/dfo centered blog. Eventually I just start a new one at one point.

A lot of hugs to you guys and see ya 🥰

[thesecondravager]

little somethin somethin cuz i think its cutie:)

(takes place sometime after the events of dceased: unkillables, sorry if info is wrong/anyones out of character i was quite sleepy writing it:()

word count: 606

rose sat down on the ground against the plant walls, she stretched her hand out in front of her and looked at it. blood stained her fingers and the insides of her finger tips, before looking up at the rest of the survivors. her eye drifted around, mainly at the kids. she didnt really like kids, she never quite enjoyed being around them. she wasnt sure why that was but she would adjust to living around so many of them. her back occasionally shook from the zombies outside clawing the walls, her eyes now glued to jason. rose really liked jason, it wasnt exactly a new feeling but it felt more amplified. maybe it was due to her dad now being permanently dead, or just the gravity of their situation but she felt very attached to him. she watched him sit with the kids and talk with them, he had always been good with kids. she admired that about him, he was intimidating to adults but kids always looked up at him. rose stiff-led a smile before looking down at her blood stained shoes. she thought back to what wouldve been a kiss outside the orphanage, if they hadnt been interrupted. she glanced back up at him, to see him looking at her. he waved with that goofy smile of his and she gave a small smile back. he turned back to the kids, the youngest survivor being around 8 and had been protected by his older siblings who were running around somewhere. she rose to her feet, before walking over to jason and the kid. she sat down next to him, the kid wore a blue hoodie and had jasons mask on.

‘hey rose,’ he turned his head to look at her, a small smile on his face.

‘hi jason.’ she didnt look over at him, just staring off into nothing. she didnt really have anything to say to him, she just wanted to be in his presence. jason didnt mind, looking back to the kid and showing him how to not activate the bombs in his mask. maybe it wasnt the smartest move to give him the mask but oh well, too late now.

‘sorry about your dad,’ jason spoke quietly just for rose to hear, not wanting to concern the kid about it.

‘why? you didnt like him to begin with.’ with a shrug of her shoulders, she finally turned her head to face him but he wasnt looking at her.

‘dunno. felt like the right time to say something about it.’ he took the helmet off of the kid, as he ran off to go find his siblings. jason now looked at her, blinking softly.

they had an understanding, neither of them had good childhoods and tended to take their rage out on others. while rose did it to survive her father, jason did it to survive gothams streets.

‘come on.’ he stood up, offering his hand to her. she looked up at him, putting a hand on his wrist and letting herself get pulled up. she didnt really need to lift herself up, not with how strong jason was. she let go of his hand and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, guiding her to a less crowded spot of the area.

‘im glad its you im stuck here with.’ he confessed to her, now his hands were on her shoulders and he was facing her. she knew he would kiss her, she had the vision of it. she couldnt help but smile, nodding softly.

‘me too.’ she pressed her lips to his, and everything else seemed to fade away.

(i havent written anything like this since like 2021 so excuse that if its rough!!)

[ludwigslovebug]

Woe, ask bomb about yr boyfriend be upon ye:

💔🩷🛏️🌙

I AM FINALLY ANSWERING THESE !!!! at least some of them. Im tired!!

Hello anonbug♡!!!!!! letsss see ,.,.

💔 ⊹₊ ⋆ One thing Ludwig and I disagree on is each others work ethic . By that I mean we both kind of push ourselves very hard to the point where it's bad, and get upset at each other for it, even though we do the same .... We are hypocritical. We are trying to be better!!!! and then we fail and do jt again

If this is more of a question about like a topic then it's definitely about what the best sea critter is . he thinks deep sea octopi are the best but he's just wrong sorry the right answer is jellyfish

🩷 ⊹₊ ⋆ One thing we love about each other. . ill have us both answer =:•) !!

Hello :-} ! I am answering first. It's always hard to answer such a question, considering there are quite a few things I love about my loverboy. I adore the way he chirps when he's excited... Sometimes, I forget he's even insectoid, but then he gets so happy, and I remember again. It's helping me rid me of my irrational fear of bugs. Sometimes I show him something he really likes just to hear him chirp. Don't tell him, haha. I also like his face. It's well-shaped. He's very expressive, too, and I love that about him.

My turn!!!! This is a hard question for me too. How dare you make me choose just one thing!!! Waha.,. I really like how talented he is. hes so humble about it which makes it even cuter.... he can play so many instruments!! and he can write and he can sing so pretty even though he doesnt think so,,, I really like listening to him play piano. its calming to me,, i wish his studio wasnt so far away ,, its really not that far but i dont like sitting on the floor to listen to him cuz the tile is cold and it makes me feel itchy. Also I like his face!!!! It fits nicely in my hands i think,,, he has a pretty nose,,, its perfect,, so much room to kiss on!!!!

🛏 ⊹₊ ⋆ Oh this DEFINITELY depends on the time of year. My temperature tolerance and Ludwig's temperature tolerance are vastly different, considering the species difference (and also my illness makes me temp adverse ... i think thats the right way to describe it i dont care!)

Ludwig's "light breeze cardigan" is my "Gettin hot. Help".... It's also kind of worse considering Koopa Keep is surrounded by magma and volcanos and stuff ... but he makes sure i dont overheat . hes good with that kjnda magic!!!! Anyway. Generally He hogs the blankets since the temp is different cuz magics yes but he always ends up around me anyway ... i hog more in the winter...... but hes warm so its okie ..... YAY

🌙 ⊹₊ ⋆ mostly Unintentionally!! He stays up late sometimes doing his work and sometimes I just cant fall asleep ... my body doesnt like me. there hav been times where i get up to try and make myself tired and hes awake at his desk and we just kind of look at each other for a minute ..... and then i wrestle him until he sleeps . like im fist fighting this hunk . he know he cant win so he go bed >:) (dont worry id never actually hurt him ,,, Not like you could anyway. HEY)

us sleeping!

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME ANON YAYAY♡♡!!!!! i am sorry it took so long to answer .. finals week is next week. im so excited!!! summer time yayyayay!!!♡♡♡

List belongs to @ // starshakez !!!!

[sockiestupidity]

Reader having a depressive episode and Miguel helps them out of it 👀👀👀👀

Also can I be 🕸️ anon 👁️👄👁️

AH OKAY SO FIRST IF ALL. RLLY SRRY IF THIS IS BAD😭 I LEGIT DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE THIS🧍‍♂️

ALSO MY SECOND REQUEST???😭 FREAKING TF OUT LITERALLY TY 🕸️ ANON

I JUST WANNA STATE THAT I HAVE NEVER HAD A DEPRESSIVE EPISODE EVEN THO IM CONSTANTLY SAD SO A LOT OF THINGS MIGHT BE INACCURATE BUT JUST LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS LIKE WRITTEN RLLY BADLY AND ILL TAKE IT DOWN🥴

Warnings-lowercase intended, bad writing and grammar as usual, depression/depressive episode, ooc miguel?, use of the word mijo, forehead kiss👁️

nonverbal/mute reader again (might decide to make this my thing?? bc nonverbal/mute reader fics do be hard to find)(srry if u wanted reader to talk 😬😬😬)

reader uses hq housing as usual🤩(U CANNOT TELL ME THAT HQ HOUSING DOES NOT EXIST I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT😤)

ALSO MIGUEL AND READER ARE AGAIN IMPLIED TO ALREADY HAVE AN ESTABLISHED PLATONIC/FOUND FAMILY DYNAMIC (sorry for the long intro 🕸️ anon, pls still lob me🥺)(that second part is meant to be funny lol)

it was around 1:00 pm the time you and miguel decided to set up as a designated lunch time as the both of you had not been able to get together because both of your schedules had been busy lately. although you had claimed to have been occupied with missions, he hadn't seen you completing any of those missions. he shrugged it off, thinking that maybe he just was preoccupied with another matter when you had completed your missions. (A/N: miguel i lob u but sometimes ur rlly serving idiot😔)

his oblivious mindset soon turned into worry when it dawned 1:30 and you still had not shown up. "what trouble could that kid possibly have gotten into that made them this late?" he thought to himself. you were usually a punctual person, and often arrived to your lunch meetings with him earlier than he did. as he waited another ten minutes he decided that he needed to take action, it was out of character for you to be this late, especially with your history of punctuality.

miguel headed over to your room at hq housing. in his mind, he thought that it was a possibility that you were just tired and had just layed down for a nap, forgetting about your meet up with him.

as he knocked on your door and patiently waited, he noticed that there was a lack of noise. he knocked on your door, and proceeded to hold his ear up to the door, wanting to confirm the lack of noise. you had naturally always been a quiet person, contrasting with many of the eccentric personalities most spider people had.

miguel felt something odd about the quietness, and decided that he had no choice but to investigate further. surprisingly, the door was locked, despite the fact that you had always locked your door, no matter what. as he entered the room he was met with an unsightly mess.

all of your belongings were strewn across the floor, if he wasnt worried before then he was definitely worried now. your stuffed animals had always been your most prized possessions, he remembered how you always furiously typed about them. hell, he wouldnt be surprised if your stack of communication cards were so thick because you made a special card for each stuffed animal.

as he entered where your bed was located, he noticed an increasing amount of clothing piles, as well as more misplaced stuffed animals, he frowned at this. where could you possibly be? and how could you let your room get this bad? he trudged through the piles of clothes. he looked at your bed, there was nothing there but a lump. he assumed that it was more of your clothes, or maybe your pillows. he was about to back away when he suddenly saw the lump move.

"kid is that you moving right now?" he asked, waiting for a sign of some sort that it was infact you, and not just his imagination. he suddenly heard a tap.

miguel took that as a sign that it was you, "can you please show me that wonderful face of yours?" he asked softly. he wanted to make sure that he wasnt accidentally pressuring you to do anything.

when there was a lack of response he decided to go a slightly different route, "may i flip the sheet over just a bit for you? i want to talk to you face to face." he wasn't really expecting a response, as it seemed like you didn't want to acknowledge him. he was taken aback when you responded with another tap.

he slowly lifted the covers, and was met with your face, but something was off..

you had a dead look in your eyes, they also looked red, as if you had been crying. he gave you a concerned look. if he had known that you were struggling this much he would've visited you sooner.

he ran his fingers through your hair as a form of comfort, attempting to give you some sort of comfort. "im going to try to get you out of this mess, you wont have to worry about being alone anymore, alright?" he watched you as you slowly nodded.

miguel started to get to work on your room. he made sure that all your clean and dirty clothes had been separated accordingly, and had folded all the clean clothes neatly into your drawers, which he had also taken the liberty to organize, he then placed all your stuffed animals in the correct spots that were assigned to each of them, collected your trash, and finally ended with a good scrub. he decided to not only clean your whole bathroom, but also scrubbed down any other hard surfaces that had been covered in grime. (A/n: this might be a bit extreme for just a week but trust me, it doesn't take that long for hard surfaces to get musty)

once every item in your room had been neatly organized and accordingly cleaned he approached you once again. you still had yet to move from your position.

he sat down on your newly cleaned floor, wanting to make sure that he looked less threatening to you, he then spoke up once again, " everything will be fine kid. do you think you could get up?" you slowly nodded.

he helped you slowly stand up and embraced you in a hug. you were caught by surprise, as the only time miguel came in contact with people, it was mostly violent.

after the hug ended he spoke up again, "you're going to take a shower and get dressed, ill wait for you." you slowly nodded once again.

you still felt so much dread, and misery but you wanted to show miguel that you could be strong and that you really did want to get better for him.

you headed to the shower, clothes and towel in hand. you slowly took your clothes off after the water was to your liking and slowly began your shower. you mostly just focused on rinsing your body, the thought of doing your hair seemed as too big of a task for yourself. you finished your shower and dried yourself off, then got dressed.

you then opened the bathroom door, your face meeting miguel's as you gestured to your hair, "you want me to take care of your hair?" you nodded in response to the question.

he knew exactly how to take care of your hair, as he used to take care of gabriellas hair.. he started running the sink, and then grabbed your hair products and a hairbrush. he ran his fingers under the water, "alright, this is going to be weird but i need you to tilt your head, just like you're at the hair salon, it might feel uncomfortable because we don't have a stool but i promise you that you'll feel so much better later." you nodded and placed your head in the sink.

"let me know if it gets too hot." you blinked your eyes in response. he started massaging in your shampoo, after rinsing it out he lightly brushed your hair for a bit, before continuing with conditioner. once he was done with conditioner it was easier for him to brush out your knot's.

once all the knots were properly detangled he turned the sink off and spoke once again, "would you like your hair dried?" you nodded, he grabbed your drier and got to work, making sure every part of your hair dried evenly (if you have curly hair he used the diffuser attachment). after your hair was dried he brushed out your hair once again.

you turned to face him with a soft look in yours eyes. you reminded him of gabby so much that it hurt his heart. he couldn't even imagine his little girl having to go through this by herself. "thank you" you signed.

he felt a pang in his heart, "of course, you know that im always here if you need my help, mijo." he gave you a small forehead kiss.

"we should get some food now, kid." you nodded. he guided you towards the cafeteria that most spider people ate at in the society. you smiled at the miguel themed burger. maybe everything would finally be okay with miguels to support you through your toughest times.

A/N: this might be long and confusing bc im rlly sleep deprived(sorry😔)

ofc theres more to depression but i rlly wanted to at least incorporate some sort of fluff😭

[barringtonishigh]

hey saw you write for fall out boy and was wondering if you could do a fluffy patrick x fem!reader, maybe you go and surprise him while hes on tour at one of the shows and he just gets all excited since he wasnt expecting to see you for a while yet🫠

Mhm!! Sorry for how flipping late I am.

Surprise, Surprise || Patrick Stump x Fem!Reader

(Y/n) hasn't seen Patrick all tour, and she gets tickets to see the band with her best friend without Patrick knowing.

TW// None, I think. Kinda shitty wattpad-ish writing.

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(Y/n) paced around her room. She was on the phone with her best friend. "Are you ready yet?" Her best friend asked. "Almost. Stop hurrying me." (Y/n) rolled her eyes, putting the phone on speaker mode and searching her jewelry box for the locket Patrick had bought for her. "I wouldn't be hurrying you if we didn't have to be there in a few hours." (Y/n) sighed as she found the locket and put it on. "Look, be here in thirty minutes and I'll meet you outside, okay?" She said. "Sure. You excited?" Asked her best friend. "Mhmm. Nervous, too." She said, grabbing the phone and walking downstairs. "Why are you nervous?" "What if he doesn't want me there?" (Y/n) asked, grabbing her bag and sticking the stuff she wanted to bring in it. She heard a sigh from the phone, "Why on earth would he not want you to be there?" "Well, I don't know. I'm sure he wants his home life and work life separated." "(Y/n), this has nothing to do with that. I'm going to grab my shit, be there soon." "Okay, see you." (Y/n) hung up the phone and put it into her bag. Thirty minutes and a two hour car drive later, (Y/n) and her best friend arrived at the concert venue. "You go get our seats, I'm gonna...go try to find Patrick, if I can?" She explained as they finished up going through security. "Oh, good luck with that." Her best friend chuckled, and left to go find their seats. (Y/n) walked off to find the backstage area. As she found it, she was greeted by a security guard. "Uh, hi. I'm (Y/n) (Y/l/n), I'm Patrick's girlfriend." She attempted to explain. "Oh yeah, and I'm Joe's dog." Scoffed the security guard. (Y/n) sighed, "No, I really am. I swear. I can show you a photo of us?" She searched her bag for her phone. "Look, lady, do you have a backstage pass?" The guard asked. "Well, no-" "Then go take a seat." Just as (Y/n) was about to give up, Pete opened the door. "Uh, Max- Oh! Hi, (Y/n)!! I wasn't expecting you!!" He smiled, stepping out and greeting the girl. The security guard side eyed Pete, "Wait, you actually know her?" He crossed his arms. Pete nodded and grabbed (Y/n)'s hand, dragging her backstage. "Obviously, she's Patrick's girlfriend." He explained, as (Y/n) turned back and smirked. As they walked backstage, (Y/n) saw the rest of the guys. "Hey, (Y/n)!" Joe greeted her, with a smile. She nodded back to him. "Hey, Joe!" Pete walked her over to Patrick, who was standing facing the other way. (Y/n) tapped his shoulder. Patrick turned around and gasped, "(Y/n)! You're here!!" He smiled and hugged her tightly. "I missed you so much!!" "I missed you too, Trick!!" She giggled, hugging him back. He let go and grabbed her hand. "I'm so glad you came." He sighed happily. "Me too, Trick-y." Andy walked over to them. "Oh, hi, (Y/n)! We have five minutes before we gotta get on stage, guys." "Well, I'll get out of your hair, then." (Y/n) nodded and hugged Patrick one more time. "I'll see you after the show, okay?" Patrick said, before quickly kissing her. "Of course." (Y/n) said, starting to walk away. "I love you, (Y/n)." Patrick said, under his breath. "Oh, huh?" (Y/n) asked, turning around. "Oh, nothing. I'll tell you later." Patrick blushed. "Enjoy the show." "I will, Trick." She smiled and walked out of the backstage area to watch the show.

[ashoss]

Hiiiiiii!!!!!!

Im the friend the other person was talking to this whole pjo batfam thing abt (aka the friend of person that talked abt horus and damian)

And we were also talking abt other batfam members u hadnt claimed yet and which we made up like our own headcanons (if you would so graciously read our suggestions bc we love ur work ur like a God to us)

Ok so first off is alfred. We assumed he would be like a child or legacy of athena since he was in the army, or possibly a mortal that got a blessing from hestia (after he left the army tho)

Then we did Helena, who we thought shouldn't be a direct child of anything since she's the kid of bruce and selina and that would be too much so we thought hunter of artemis

After her brings us selina who we thought could have been strongly inspired by bastet with a blessing of Hermes (bc she steal obvi)

Then Kate who we thought should be a daughter of athena (I originally thought Ares but then I remembered that hes a dick in pjo) bc Kate is an awesome lesbian ex army

Then Harper, who we thought could have a blessing from either Hera or hestia. Cause she loves her family.

Literally love ur work thnx for reading!!!!!!!! Mwah

the ask in question

ok im soooo sorry this is literally. five months late. i just remembered i have this au. because my friend wanted to write a pjo/dc crossover. and im like ooo let me share ideas..... (im sucked back in)

alfred i would loooveee to be connected to hestia... just... making every feel welcomed at the manor... taking care of everyone... yeah.

(helena im not sure on.. wasnt her being bruce and selinas kid only in the 50s comics or something.) ((also i deffff do not know enough about her to settle on how helena fits)

okay bastet would be interesting for selina! (the rogues i haven't had toooo many thoughts on??????)

mmmm kate as athena..... i def dont think ares fits her? although i do have to figure out how connected she is to it? because the greek stuff could also be a secret bruce keeps like he did batman from her. and if i did make someone in bruce's family a demigod it would've been thomas? (asclepius would have been my thought. and making bruce a legacy via thomas.)

((asclepius would also add for angst factor between bruce and jason... with them both being asclepius legacies.... oughhhhh actual familial connection mmmm))

(harper i also... do know not enough about to answer)

[herbofgraceandpeace]

My informal review of The Last Graduate (here be spoilers)

Well, I just finished The Last Graduate, and I’m just sitting with all my muscles clenched in tension and sorrow, lol

But seriously, what an interesting ending……I’m not sure what to make of it yet? The narrative was leading you to expect a big push/big sacrifice from El when something inevitably went wrong, and I was hoping that everything would simply go right (obviously), but I wasnt unaware of Orion’s opportunity to make the self-sacrifice play. WAS IT NECESSARY THOUGH???? *insert look how they massacred my boy meme. i think i read way too much of this book late last night (whoops), so my comprehension of it is not as developed as with the first book (shame on me for reading too fast like a glutton), but what a great sequel! I liked watching El wrestle with learning to trust people and work as a team, I loved watching her relationship with sisters sorry her friends develop, and I loved the growth of her relationship with Orion as well*. I will say I think his character has been a little underutilized at times, in a way not untypical for a romantic interest of either gender, but Novik that’s my mannnnnnnnnnnn, I wanna read about him! But we definitely did get some good scenes that developed he and El’s relationship and seemed the seeds for some of his own character development (let this man GROW). I’m not sure yet how I think the ending plays into that. If Patience-Fortitude was truly going to recenter the world, then his sacrifice was noble and necessary. But if it wasn’t, then why does my precious child need to kill it himself instead of letting El cast it into the void, hmmm? Side note: I loved El finally coming to appreciate the Scholomance cause I was freaking devastated by her willingness to condemn it. Maybe if I had suffered as much as she had, I’d hate my Alma mater too, but the loss of a place you know so well, a place where you have the happy memories of making your first friends—that’s gotta count for something, right?

I forgot to mention this in my review of A Deadly Education, but El’s Mom and their relationship is so important. God bless her, I’d love to meet her. I’d be exasperated at her character role as the Sole Voice of Truth and Goodness, except that’s the truths attributed to her are valuable, nuanced, and beautiful, and her knowledge of them makes sense in the context of how she has chosen to live her life. A life of uncomprising, open-hearted service and self-sacrifice teaches you a lot! Which brings us to one of my favorite bits of the book. I adore that Novik, Scholomance, and El all realize that you have to be faithful in the little moments because they shape you!!!! She had grown accustomed to saving the freshman instead of sacrificing them for her own benefit, and this shaped her character and prepared her to realize and then do what needed to be done to save them all. (I have so many good quotes saved without page numbers, so you’ll get those later, but boy howdy, these books have so beautiful things to say)

I’m so, so invested in what’s going to happen in the next book, but I’m not ready to have finished this delightful trilogy either. They’re going to be great rereads for sure! Here’s hoping things turn out okay for Orion (also why did El’s mother warn her off him? We do not know.) I’d love to see El get to change the world with her tiny enclaves, despite my dislike of large stakes in a story since they often render the plot unwieldy to the point of disbelief. It’s hard to write a story about something that changes the world without either 1. Writing Lord of the Rings or 2. Being massively and disgustingly reductive about what it takes to change the world and the u comfortable, uncontrollable consequences of doing so. Nevertheless, I am ready to be hurt again!

*I am once again asking for people not to put sex scenes in books. Please. Don’t do it. Ever.

[yuechihua]

fic: one hundred paper stars

this fic is a product of my sudden, intense, and all-consuming obsession with harumasa, and i'm glad it's finally done! ever since i saw a piece of art of him on twt, i haven't been able to think about anything else since, so i wrote this to exorcise my demons, so to speak. unfortunately, i may be more obsessed with him than ever now...

originally, i had three different ideas (the star jar, hurt/comfort with reader taking a hit for harumasa, and sharing a bed together) that i ended combining into one larger project, which i really enjoyed! i've really liked writing longer pieces lately, and i wanted to make these three ideas into something cohesive. throughout, i was worried about not having a clear throughline to follow, but it turned out much neater than i expected!

i did have some difficulty bc i didn't have a clear sense of reader and their feelings towards harumasa, only some plot points and emotional beats i wanted to hit, so it really felt like i was discovering reader's personality and history and individual quirks as i was writing. i also had a hard time with the action scenes, but i knew i needed the build up they provided so the emotional scenes would hold more weight... the things we do for love...

the story about one hundred paper stars is also something i heard as a child through word of mouth! i'm not sure if it's based on any actual story, or it's just something my friends made up, but i always thought it was a cute idea. i actually don't know how to make origami stars myself, though, haha.

i think the section six dynamic is really cute! granted, i'm not super far into zzz yet, but section six is important to both harumasa and reader. it's family to both of them, so i wanted to include some interactions with all the different members, though i ended up shying away from writing a one on one moment with miyabi and reader as i wasnt sure i could capture her voice properly... sorry, miyabi...

additionally, i wanted harumasa's and reader's feelings to remain ambiguous. i find actions to be more impactful than pure confession, and i think their feelings for each other transcends language. they're both lonely people, so i think that's part of what lends to their intimate understanding of each other. if harumasa ends up staying over at reader's place more and more until he essentially moves in, then yanagi will try not to comment on them accidentally wearing each other's clothes...

i also found the idea of opposites super cute! harumasa, who likes to slack off and acts carefree with a more serious and responsible reader... it makes for amusing scenarios when their personalities clash, though i think harumasa probably always liked reader from the start, and only teased them to see their reactions, which he thought were cute (something he won't reveal until much later on in their relationship lol).

i noticed that section six has weapons inspired by traditional japanese ones, so i kept that in mind when i was deciding on what weapons reader should use, just so they could fit the rest of the section! that, and i personally love daggers way too much. the exact weapon reader uses can be left up to interpretation, though i like to imagine reader would be an ether attack unit, so the daggers are probably imbued with ether for an extra kick.