#still tryna learn which names go to which face

[ggum-aki]

still trying to get into nct as a whole but wayv is my intro to them

but me and hendery🩷🤞🏼

head over heels masterlist

summary: you’re head over heels for hendery, and you try to find out if he’s head over heels for you too.

compscimajor!hendery x film!major fem!reader

genre: fluff, smau, collegeau, humour (?), slowburn (?)

warnings: mutual pining, maybe arguments idk havent written them yet, mentions of drinking

profiles 1: foreign swaggers | profiles 2: smu’s queens fr | profiles 3: wayv | intro post

i. welcome to the foreign swaggers

ii. let me cook

iii. manly intuition

iv. BABE?!1?1!1?1?!1

v. 😱 she’s ur girl fr ong

vi. I'M NOT HIS BABY???

vii. blasphemy.

viii. live tweeting movie night!!

ix. my life is a lie.

x. chat i fumbled…

xi. stop moping

xii. the end <3

[juuuulez]

mikey is such a cutie patootie!! i imagine that his family all really love you (and maybe pin too much hope on you to ‘save’ him) so at holidays everyone’s just so sweet to you. everyone knows they can joke or make snide comments at mikey, but god forbid anyone goes after you (uncle lee made the mistake of accusing you of drugs too. it’s a good thing donna totaled her car because otherwise lee would be fucked up)

and idk mikey can be so sweet i know he can!! you’re kind of the pete to his sugar in a way

literally agree like he just needs HIS person and he would be so proud to show you off

a berzatto christmas is chaotic but you’ll quickly learn how to handle that energy, knowing it’s just common for them. everyone (or at least most of them) treat you well, and sometimes you’re even enough to diffuse the tensest of situations.

“hey! your hookers here!” uncle lee will shout when you walk through the door, not so much an announcement to mikey as it is to the room, something to gain a reaction. thankfully he isn’t around right now, for that would be the beat-down of the century.

you offer lee a thin smile, knowing by this point not to engage. “merry christmas to you, too.”

the house is warm and alive with energy, everyone you pass throwing a greeting your way. natalie stops you for a hug, her hands smoothing down your dress and making a comment about how nice it looks, but “aren’t you cold, sweetheart? did you drive here? we’ll get you a coat for later, okay?”

on the way to the kitchen, you have to physically evade richie’s hand coming to mess with your hair. it’s been perfectly done up for the occasion and his big hand serves as an obstacle, wanting to ruffle it like usual.

you huff and swat his arm away, ducking quickly through the door and missing the glare it earns him from tiff.

finally, you make it into the kitchen. it’s disorganised and messy, pots overflowing, spoons left on the counter. carmy is trying to reign in the situation, in his own silent way, not wanting to cause any additional tension.

“hey, d.” you greet donna from behind, who was too caught up in whatever to notice your arrival. she turns around with an exasperated noise, both her hands finding your shoulders before moving to your cheeks.

“how are you?” she asks, but is talking before you can get a response in. “i was reading this magazine, and there was this model, and i swear, it looked— hey! hands off!”

whatever tangent donna was on is interrupted as carmy goes to stir a pot, to which she bats his hands away, going on about its contents and how it needs to simmer.

“it smells good in here!” you chirp, a smile on your face as you open the fridge.

“wine,” donna continues, “did you want some wine? here, sweetheart. let me pour you a glass.”

“no, no, i’m okay!” you quickly interject, already having found a cold bottle from the fridge. “beer is good, beer will be fine.”

she makes an offhanded comment about needing to “treat yourself to something nice” and not drinking “cheap garbage.” meanwhile, donna continues pouring the aforementioned glass, only to sip from it herself while she cooks.

you take about three gulps of the beverage before footsteps bring another presence to attention. it’s always easy to hear mikey before seeing him, for he’s often already yelling to you from the other room. this time it’s a call of your name, loud and warm, so you flutter closer to the doorway to meet him.

“hey,” you greet with a smile, hands reaching for the fabric of his sweater while his find your hips. “you look good. like this colour on you.”

“says you,” mikey will quip back. “this fuckin’ dress on you, jesus. tryna’ kill a man, huh?”

it gets a giggle out of you, cheeks flushing red at the blatant compliments despite the others in the room. it was something you were still adjusting to: showing love so casually and shamelessly no matter the circumstances, like it was the only thing that mattered.

“merry christmas, bear.” you coo, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

it earns a squeeze of your hips, mikey moving to kiss back. “merry christmas, baby.”

“can you guys please fuckin’ move.” carmy snaps suddenly.

the peace is again broken, with donna scolding him and going on and on about something you pay no mind to. it onto causes carmy to heat up further, complaining about how you’re both in the way in that usual overwhelmed sense.

mikey doesn’t help, chiming in with his own remark. “oh, is our affection ruining your flow? you know what your problem is, you gotta chill out. it’s christmas, and you’re fuckin’ wound up—”

“okay, okay. we will move. let carmy have his peace.” you interrupt him, trying to save the conversation by giving mikey a little push to usher him out of the kitchen. it works, thankfully, for the second that he spots richie he’s going on again about some other story you’re sure you’ve already heard, but is somehow relevant right now.

[luffyvace]

The Luffy Package ☠️📦

(General & relationship headcanons as well as Luffy quotes (relationship implied) for his big day!!)

had to go all out for my fav 😊🤭

General Luffy headcanons:

Luffy has nails so short dirt can’t get under it 😭

not necessarily the booty diggers 🤭

but just really short, like almost booty digger ig—but not it

he has like 1% nail

its not intentional, they just never grow

i have a feeling someone taught luffy how to dance

idk who

it was likely makino, shanks or some else he cares deeply about

but he learned early on and has been a great dancer ever since!

maybe at parties since they happen a lot in one piece ⭐️

But just because someone taught him doesn’t mean he was awful at dancing at first

maybe he was a natural!

feel the rhythm typa thing 🎶 🕺

it’d be funny if he was

cuz imagine a guy that can dance but can’t sing

how you gon dance on beat to a out of tune song?? 😭

at least to uta anyway

ive always loved Luffy’s singing‼️

he never thinks about what the one piece is

but would be the most disappointed if it isn’t something cool

this dude is NOT interested in books so if the one piece really is just joyboy’s tale i don’t think he’ll be satisfied..😭 (I’m talking about the theory)

he definitely wouldn’t say it was all for nothin tho

he still has nakama, treasure and is the pirate king!! 👑

but…the one piece as books is just a mega L for him

Robin will enjoy ♡

you know that thing he does where he stretches his face real big? Like the time he was tryna cheer nami up when she was sick? And it scared vivi and zoro?

he scared himself when he first realized he could do that too

he was bored and started messing around with his devil fruit

at first he was outside and he stretched his mouth, and when realized he could see inside it, he was like ‘I wonder what this looks like’

so he went inside and did it into a mirror

he somehow managed to trash the whole bathroom running away from his reflection

he quickly got over it and realized it was kinda funny

he showed Ace and sabo who also found it terrifying

then preceded to scare people with it ever since

d end! :)

I feel like he’s thought about what the ‘D’ in his name stands for too

He came up with a bunch of outrageous names that likely aren’t it..

”Dingus?”

”Donkey?”

”Demarto?”

”Doorbell?”

”Dinosaur?”

yeah, dinosaur seems the most plausible 😊

Luffy Dinosaur Monkey!

‘HEY THAT SOUNDS COOL 🤩’

yup, that’s probably what it stands for 😁

sneaks into the usopp factory whenever he’s not in there

he ends up playing with his creations and destroys, it, other projects, and the factory altogether in the progress

he then runs out laughing

usopp later returns to the ruins only to find his months work of his greatest creation yet named “ultimate captain usopp three thousand smasher” has been reduced to fragments of metal nothing ☺️

listen idk if oda has confirmed Luffy’s favorite color but I would say it’s none

why? The same reason why you can’t ask a toddler their’s, it’s just gonna constantly change and you know it’s not the truth

arguably, if I had to pick an actual color based off canon, (IK it’s a shade but wtv) it’d be white

why? wym? Don’t you remember that one ep where luffy sang a song about how he loves snow cuz it’s so white?

(one of his lesser talked about songs 😭💗)

Relationship Luffy headcanons:

Luffy as a partner is really rambunctious and loving

But do note that loving doesn’t always mean romantic

for him it means loving you a lot but not being lovey dovey when showing it

you need protecting? He’s on the case!! He can’t and he has to beat someone up? One of your nakama’ll do it so stay with them!

your strong? Perfect! He’s gonna go fight this guy so you go beat up that one!

why am I mentioning that? Because it shows he has a great sense of trust and faith in you

Of course he does with all his friends but your reasoning is different

not only are you his nakama, your also his partner!! Which means he loves you in a intimate way!! Not just platonically

I say “just” because I swear sometimes Luffy’ll feel like a friend with you (best friends and lover typa thing 💞) he’s just as goofy and chaotic with you as he is Usopp and chopper

he feels extra lively when around you and always wants to play, whether you like this or not. Your personality depends a lot on how your relationship with him is but I won’t dabble into that today because it’s his birthday. 🎉 but honestly it doesn’t matter if you punch him like nami or laugh like brook-

he’s still gonna bug you! 💖 seriously you can’t get rid of this dude 🤨 Luffy will drag you on every single one of his adventures so I hope your either brave or fearless like him. The only time you two separate and he allows it is when he’s fighting the boss type thing LOL. Like Doflamingo or smth.

that said Luffy isn’t clingy he just likes being around you and seeing what your doing. Especially when you haven’t landed on an island yet and he’s bored. He’s always singing, playing with your face (ironic cuz he’s the stretchy one) or trying to get you to play some silly game he made up

that usually somehow manages to tick everyone off. 🤷‍♀️

will grab your hands randomly and make you dance to some song he made up about literally anything he sees or feels

he even made one about YOU once :3

”OOOOOHHH your my partner! Yes my partner! We’re having lots of fun! Going on adventures- YAHOO!! And dancing a ton! We’ll dance all arcross the grand line!! Take your hats off and let them fly!! YIPPIE!! We’re having a graaaaand TIIIIIIIME!” 😁🕺

Luffy quotes: (implied relationship between you two)

”HEY LOOK DO YOU SEE THAT ISLAND!! Cmoncmoncmoncmoncmoncmon!! HURRY UP I WANNA GO EXPLORING!!”

”can you sneak in the kitchen and steal some food from sanji? I’m really hungry and he won’t let me in anymore!!”

”LETS HAVE A PARTY!!!” — “we don’t need a reason! CMON!’ CHEERS!”

”lets tame that thing and make it our pet!!”

”what should we name em?” — “Junpi? SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!!” (You didn’t get a chance to respond 💕)

”HEY LOOK A RESTAURANT!! Grab on I’ll rocket us there!! HURRY UP IM HUNGRYYY!!”

”hey! Do you have any food on you?? I’m hungry!”

”Liar!! I can smell it!!”

”take a bath?! I don’t stink!!— EUGH!- okay yeah maybe….but I don’t wanna take a bath!! I’ll get all tired!”

”I’ll leave you with that guy! So go kick some butt! I’ll deal with that red forehead guy!!” (AN: There’s no actual red forehead guy that’s canon, I made it up 👍)

”⁉️ HEY WHAT HAPPENED?! Did that guy beat you up?! I’ll send him flying!! 💢”

”Shishishishi! Shh! Watch this! I’m gonna drop this on Usopp’s head! 🤭😂”

”Lets play a gaaaaame!! I’m so bored! 😞”

”can I have some of your food?” *Already stuffing a piece in his mouth* (the point is it’s not the whole thing ⁉️😱)

”HE LOOK MY BOUNTY WENT UP!! 🤩🤩‼️“

”Isn’t this fun?! 😆” (having a near death experience)

”don’t worry! My injuries don’t hurt at all! See? I’m dancing! I’m having fun!”

”oops. Sorry.”

”look!” (Two chop sticks stuffed up his nose and mouth)

”WOAHH A MAN KILLING BEAR!! LETS GO CHECK IT OUT! 🤩” (even if you wanted to say no your already being hoisted over there because you weren’t running fast enough for him)

”plan? Never mind that!! Let’s go! We’re gonna kick that butt head guys’ butt!!” (AN: another fictional villain I made up on a whim)

”HOLD ON TIGHT” (Gum Gum Rockets with hardly any warning)

”let’s play a game!! It’s called steal zoro’s swords without waking up zoro!! 😁”

”nyop!” (Puts you atop his shoulders 💓)

”nyop!” (Jumps on your back almost knocking you over 💝)

”look at my disguise! Nobody will suspect us! 😎👍”

”Cmere!” (Pulls you into his lap)

”HI! Is it almost time for dinner yet?” (Plops down in your lap)

Thanks for supporting me and my work—as well as my random disappearances too 💗🤗

Everyone! Say it!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUFFY‼️‼️

[womenloverlmao]

Your Group of Three (Samuel Lafferty X Reader)

Dad! Samuel X Pregnant! Mom! Reader

WC: 1K

(I know a little about the LDS church, my boyfriend a couple of years ago was a Latter-day Saint. Im gonna try to be as respectful as possible, with the little understanding that I have.

Apparently the only tropes I know for one shots include hair, so lets go.) 

“Mommy!” You heard as little feet pattered into the room behind you. Your four-year-old daughter, Ezrie, was still learning how to give her mom a rest. She was a momma’s girl at heart, which was funny considering how hard her dad tried to be her favorite parent. She was already trying to do everything to be like mommy. She would try to cook, clean, and now, she was even trying to wear clothes and do her hair like her momma. 

“Yes, my love?” You said as you turned around to face her, sitting down. Your 30-week bump was affecting everything you did. It was infuriating even to get up and walk around, and every time you sat down you immediately had to go to the bathroom again. Delaney and Tylan never stopped kicking either. 

“I- I did- did my hair! Just like you mommy!” True to her word, she had twisted her hair and left it untied so it quickly fell out. She was advanced for a four-year-old, but at the same time, you knew just how old she was. 

“Wow,” you said. To her, you were enthusiastic, but to any adult who could hear you, they knew you were exhausted. Samuel, who was your husband, never really helped. You knew he loved you, and you did love him, but with his brothers' new thing… it was rough. You were doing literally everything in the house, and everything was all from scratch. “That’s amazing, sweet girl.” 

She smiled until she saw that it had come out. “Why- why isn’t it staying, mommy?” 

“Well, it wasn’t tied up.” “Oh,” she said. Then she shrugged and went back to wherever she was going. You were slightly worried, but you didn’t dwell on it. 

You closed your eyes for a few seconds before hearing another pair of footsteps come in. You heard your name, it was your husband. You looked over at him and spoke. “Hello, my love.” 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. He wasn’t the sweetest, but he was gentle in his own ways. 

“Just tired. They have been kicking nonstop.” 

He comes over and sits down next to you, placing a hand down. When he felt it he couldn’t help but let out a smile. Even if he found it annoying that you weren’t the most passive, he found it endearing that the kids got that trait from you. “They’re like you.” 

“Well, if they’re anything like their sister they’re gonna come out and look exactly like you.” “That’s not fully true… Ezrie has your hair color.” 

You could almost roll your eyes at that; she was the spitting image of her daddy. Anyone could see that. When she came back in, that's what you saw. Her dad's beautiful lips, nose, eyes… with tears coming out, that's not good. 

“What's wrong, honey?” Sam asked your daughter. 

“It hurts,” she said. 

“What hurts?” You asked in response. 

She turned around, and of course, she had to try and do her hair again like you told her. She wanted to tie it up which ended in a few knots. “I was- was tryna do what you told- told me mommy, and- I need- need help.” 

You nod, sitting up and letting out a quiet groan. Your back hurts like hell, but you start to walk with her to the bathroom before you feel a hand sit you back down. “Samuel, what-” 

“Let me, okay?” Even though you mostly did all the work when it came to your daughter, he knew when to give you a break despite his… well, you know. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

He took her into the bathroom. You expected him to be out in a minute or two, but then that turned to ten. You were about to get up when you saw your husband coming out with a small smile on his face. “What’d you do?” 

“Hey, don’t question me,” he said. 

“Alright, I’m sorry, hon…” you said. “But… what’s goin’ on?” 

“Ezrie, come on, show your momma what we did.” He gently told your four-year-old. She nervously stepped out from behind him, and her hair was finally done. It was done just how you normally did on your own. 

You let out a slight gasp. “Come here, baby,” you said. She did, coming to sit on your lap… at least, as well as she could when your 30-week-old bump was constantly in the way of everything. “Did you do this?” 

She shakes her head. “Mm-mm. Daddy did.” 

“Daddy did, huh?” You asked, and she nodded. “Well, Daddy did very well. You look so pretty.” 

“Do I look like you, mommy?” 

“Mhm, you look just like me.” Liar. 

“See? She does look like you.” Samuel said, coming over to pick your daughter up. “Just as pretty as your momma.” 

She giggled and hid her face in his neck. He kissed her head. “Mommy, can we cuddle?” She asked. 

“I gotta go make dinner, baby. But you know what? I'm sure daddy would love to cuddle you.” 

He glares over at you in a ‘you know I can’t sit still’ way. Even so, he couldn’t get out of Ezrie’s grip if he tried. You came over and kissed your husband, before kissing your daughter's head and going over to make dinner. 

You didn’t have much time left before you became a family of five, and you certainly were excited for it. You knew everyone else was, too. But as of right now, you were certainly grateful for your group of three. 

(Debating making a part 2 to this, but it being when you were pregnant with Ezrie? Maybe?)

(Also, should I make a taglist?)

[bookdaddysworld]

Reader x Ryan Ross(protective)

*writing for a friend enjoy*

"Alright cut! That's lunch!" called the director.

The music in the background stopped and the lights went down as everyone stopped what they were doing to go and eat.

You walked away from your fellow performers to see your boyfriend Ryan waiting off to the side with a smile.

"Hey babe" He said.

"Hey!" You said as you greeted him with a hug.

You two walked and talked as you headed to the makeshift cafeteria that had been built on set. The music video for "I write sins not tragedies" was being filmed and you were lucky enough to not only be a dancer on the set but the girlfriend of one of the members, Ryan Ross.

"What do you wanna eat?" he asked.

"I trust your opinion."

"You sure about that?" he replied quirking his brow.

You laughed "Yes I'm sure".

"Okay, I'll be right back" he chirped as he walked away to the line.

While you waited you kicked your feet up on to a bench and put in your earbuds to listen to some music on your iPod. You weren't paying much attention so when you felt a tap on your solider you didn't expect to see someone other than Ryan. Instead it was a fellow performer who you had briefly been introduced to when filming started. You remembered his name was Tom.

"Hey Y/n" he said tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

"Oh um hey Tom, what's up?"

"Ya know just tryna find someone cool to hang out with".

"oh okay" you laughed.

You tried to go back to listening to your music but he persisted with his attempt to converse with you. Seeing as Ryan was taking forever you humored him and had a casual conversation. But you kept looking around wondering where Ryan was and Tom noticed.

"Who are you looking for" he questioned.

"Oh no one there's just so many people it's crazy."

"Oh yeah there really is but you're pretty easy to pick out"

"Oh?"

You laughed awkwardly but grew a little uncomfortable as you tried to figure out if he was trying to hit on you. You continued to carry on the light conversation but it was hard when he kept getting bolder.

"So what are you doing after this?"He asked.

"um probably hanging out with some friends" you say trying to be vague on purpose.

"Anything set or.."

"um kinda"

"Well maybe you should ditch your friends and come hang out with me" he said getting closer to you on the bench.

"I have a boyfriend you know"

"I don't see him" he said putting his hand on your knee.

Okay so he was a creep, great. You went to push him away and tell him to get lost when somebody from behind pulled him away. It was Ryan.

"Excuse me why are you touching my girlfriend?" Ryan said with a hard stare.

Tom eyes practically bugged out of his head as he stuttered out a response that required one braincell.

"Oh this is you're girlfriend?! I'm sorry I had no id-"

"No" Ryan cut him off "She told you she did and you still tried to come on to her.

Tom stumbled as he got off the bench I was sitting on. Attempting and failing to look cool as he bullshitted a response to my very angry boyfriend.

"listen dude you gotta understand man to man, you gotta shoot your shot when you can."

What a piece of work.

"Well dude you gotta understand that when someone tells you they have a boyfriend that you need to fuck off."

"why so serious it's not like she a 10 out 10 why are you so angry."

"The fuck did you just say." Ryan said quietly.

Ryan looked like he was about to lose his shit, which as hot as he looked was not what needed to happen right now. So you tried to interject.

"Alright that's enough, Tom you need to leave you're making a fool out of yourself"

People had started to notice the scene that was unfolding and you could see a security guard a ways away starting to notice the situation. Tom failing to hide his embarrassment turned on you.

"You need to learn when to shut up bitch!" Tom pushed you away and you hit the ground.

Before you knew it Tom was on the ground too and Ryan was seemingly hell bent on beating his face in.

You wanted to tell him to stop but was torn between that and letting that asshole get what he deserved.

Before you could make up your mine the security guard you had seen was tearing a slightly disheveled Ryan off of a bloodied Tom.

Ryan was breathing heavily and his hair was ruffled. He had a slight bloody nose and his knuckles were bruised but was otherwise unharmed.

The same could not be said for Tom

I looked at the security guard and saw a name tag that said "Mike".

He looked at me and asked "I saw what happened are you okay?"

I could only nod because my attention was on Ryan who was now in front of me helping off the ground.

"Are you okay" he asked.

"Yeah I'm fine, you're bleeding"

"I'm fine and you're lying your hands are all scraped up"

"I honestly think that's the least of my worries right now"

He chuckled and rolled his eyes

" Come on let's get you cleaned up" I said grabbing his hand and leading him away from the screaming shitbag flopping around on the ground as Mike tried to restrain him.

I managed to find a first aid kit and lead him to a family restroom. I washed my hands off while Ryan waited patiently. He went and sat on the counter while I opened the kit and stood between his legs to begin cleaning and wrapping up his hands.

"You know" he said in a quiet tone "I should be cleaning your hands".

I scoffed "I washed them I'm fine, you are the one who needs first-aid".

"Well still you shouldn't have to do thi-"

"Oh my god", I stopped cleaning to look at him in the eye, "enough just let me help you".

"Okay" he said dropping the subject as I finished wrapping his hands and went to wipe the blood off his face.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that asshole" he said breaking the silence again.

"You have nothing to be sorry about". I paused then laughed before saying "plus you did one hell of a job at getting him to leave me alone".

We both laughed as I finished wiping his face and put down the wipe. When we stopped we just stared at each other in a silence that was steadily filling the room with tension.

He really did look good. His hair was still ruffled and he was so pretty you couldn't stand it.

"You know I'll always try my best to be there for you right?" he said grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him.

I smiled as my stomach filled with butterflies "yeah".

He looked at my lips then back at my eyes then smiled.

"Good" he said leaning in a closing the gap between our lips.

A warmth starting at my lips radiated throughout my body as our lips slowly moved to together. I slowly brought my hands up his back and tangled them in his hair as he deepened the kiss, thoroughly taking my breath away. My mind became hazy as he became more passionate pulling me flush against him and running his hand up and down my body. I had forgotten where I was and was well on my way to forgetting who I was when there was a knock on the door.

I pulled away quickly, breathing heavily, as I said "occupied" while signaling to Ryan to be quiet.

He just looked amused. Well actually he looked far more than amused, he looked hot as hell with his hair messy and lips swollen, but I was too distracted by whoever was currently banging on the door.

After I was sure they walked away I turned back to Ryan.

"We should probably go."

"Already?" he said with a sad and stupid pout that made me laugh.

"Yea but" I said pulling him close to me again by the collar of his shirt "we can finish this later".

He smiled and looked me up and down

"Can't wait."

The End

*Did y'all get the five nights at freddies reference with mike the security guard or are you lame. Anyways y'all like it?*

[endereies]

FUCK IT - MATT STURNIOLO - PART 3

Spotify Playlist:

Pairing: Matt x Oc

Contains: Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Requested?: no

Author's notes: Love a little hint of backstory

Word Count: 2865

Part 1 Part 2

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

Alyia Pov:

The teacher kept droning on and on about any side topic that got brought up into conversation. While this was nothing new, I was starting to understand why Matt often fell asleep in this class. I may be skilled in this class yet all I ever wanted to do was leave or follow Matt’s actions. I had honestly tuned out her monotone voice at this point and had just tried to focus on the taps on my pen onto the recently replaced, marbled desks. I had begun to learn a new guitar riff but my timings were off each time. I used any spare pen from my pencil case and one of my headphones, concealed by my hair, to practice any chance I get. I just wish I learnt things a little faster than this.

I quickly mess up again on the rhythm of my taps and I sigh and push my pen away from me, watching it roll for a few seconds down the pages of my notebook before resting at the bottom. The palms of my hands rub against my eyes and drag themselves down my face, the friction waking my skin up enough to focus back onto the lecture. I pull the headphone out my ear and place it into my case, not concerned enough about the noise I make while doing so.

My head tilts back and I slouch into my seat, letting my body relax in its tired state. However, the teacher’s words grab my attention, when I suddenly hear the word ‘project’.

“Over the next month you all will be preparing for a presentation about several exams questions on what we have been studying since the start of the year. This is a vital project as it will take up 30% of your grade once presented. You will be studying each scene and its contents and finally will answer an exam question that will differ between each group.”

The whole class groans at this news and immediately start to complain in quiet mutters and whispers.

“Now, now. Since this is a big project, I will allow you to choose who you present this with, however I want this to be done in pairs.”

Students immediately turn to their friends and people next to them to discuss who they were going to work with. Some bickering has fallen among larger friend groups and I tried my best to tune them out as best as I could.

I remain still in my seat; this was one of the only classes I had without Jenny next to me and it wasn’t like I knew anyone enough in the class to form a whole project with.

I suddenly feel a patterned vibration from my pocket so I slide it out from my jacket and scan the screen. I saw Matt’s contact name at the top and I click on it hesitantly, confused by why he messaged me in class.

Matt🥁:

‘You wanna do this with me or nah?’

Alyia🎸:

‘You aren’t working with Chris?’

Matt🥁:

‘No, he is working with our friend Nate, he practically insisted that I ask you.’

Alyia🎸:

‘Uh-huh, I mean I’m down to work with you, I don’t exactly know anyone else in this class enough to even attempt to ask.’

Matt🥁:

‘Isn’t it a good thing you have me.’

Alyia🎸:

‘You keep telling yourself that matt.’

Matt🥁:

‘So how you wanna do this then?’

Alyia🎸:

‘What do you mean by that?’

Matt🥁:

‘Like you tryna go to my place or yours? I’m fine for either.’

Alyia🎸:

‘My place is chill, got plenty of space n shit.’

Matt🥁:

‘Perfect, send me the address and time, I’ll be there.’

-

My house was typically quite clean, a lack of people in the house was a helpful factor to it. However, recently I’ve found myself focused on other things rather than my average solitude. I wasn’t complaining by that, finally having company around was refreshing to me. Speaking of which, I was expecting Matt to arrive within the next half hour and I was getting more nervous by the minute. I’m never this nervous.

I kept recleaning areas repeatedly and it was starting to show with the irritation on my hands from the harsh chemicals. The constant picking on the skin surrounding my fingers wasn’t helping that situation much. I eventually retired to the sofa trying to get comfortable physically and mentally. My phone pings up with a message and I pick it up faster than I’d like to admit.

Matt🥁:

‘I’m just about to leave so I’ll be there in 10 minutes? Is that alright?’

I tap the screen repeatedly, going back and forth between responses several times before finally sending it.

Alyia🎸:

‘Yeah of course, see you’

Ten minutes. I slip my tongue between my lips before pursing my lips. I debate for a bit before standing up from the sofa and grabbing my backpack from downstairs and taking it to my room. I watch it slowly tilt on its side and falling quietly onto the carpet, only taking my eyes off it to get some food from the kitchen. Collections of random snacks and confectionary are stacked on my kitchen side alongside a few drinks, mostly consisting of sodas from my fridge. The longer the drinks sit on the side, the more the condensation builds up around the can.

Ding.

My doorbell rings and I immediately swallow hard as I walk towards the door, hesitating before opening it. I was greeted by Matt who was wearing a grey and orange ransom hoodie paired with worn black jeans and his horse chain that hangs loosely around his neck. His white air forces weren’t as white as they once were and seem comfortably worn in, evident by creases and cracks in the leather. A belt from the same company as his hoodie wraps around his waist nicely. I make a quick scan of his full outfit before properly opening the door and allowing him to enter.

“Hey sorry I’m a little late, Nick practically begged me to drive him to Taco Bell” He rubs the back of his neck as he starts to walk inside.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, you’re actually on time.” I stand back from the door, now leaning against the wall allowing him more space to walk through.

“Really?” He leans the side of his body to the wall to balance himself when he begins to un-tie his shoelaces unsteadily.

“Mhm” I merely hum back a response, now walking past him to the open-planned kitchen. “Do you want a drink or snack…Or anything?”

I see his head lift up and face my direction when he puts his foot back onto the ground. He gives me a confused look before moving his shoes to the side of the entry way.

“Damn…” he mumbles, now approaching the side of snacks and drinks that are displayed neatly.

“I didn’t exactly know what you wanted or how much or… Well, I just didn’t know so I grabbed common shit from the stores and then raided my house. So, take it or leave it.” My words trail off and my voice dims in volume. Once I finished my sentence, I grabbed a can of Pepsi and opened it which filled the silence for a bit.

Matt’s hand trails and scans the items before picking up a small bottle of iced tea and a chocolate bar. He holds them for a bit before looking at me, almost for conformation. A weak smile spreads across my face before I nod at him.

“C’mon, let’s go up to my room and start this stupid project”

-

It had been over an hour and while I wish that I could say that this project was going well, it wasn’t. Matt and I had both read the essay questions over and over again and flicked between our book pages so much I had started to get paper cuts on top of other paper cuts. It was mostly my book that we went through, simply because Matt was asleep for half the lessons we needed and his hand writing was written in a way I wasn’t planning on deciphering through just yet. Next to us are multiple cans of sodas and drinks amongst the wrapper of crisps. My carpet is covered in sheets of paper aligned to try and help our organisation. While my room isn’t the smallest, the amount of paper challenged that idea almost immediately. The only room we had was the small spots we chose to sit in when we first started, only moving to get more food.

“Fuck, I’m stuck on the second question and I can’t seem to find much on the mind maps” Matt holds a few sheets in front of him; once his words get my attention, I realise that they are the mind maps I made a few lessons ago on different themes. He lets out an exasperated sigh and drops the papers from his hands and onto other sheets below.

“I haven’t got anything major for the third essay, a few weak links but nothing strong enough for a full paragraph.” I tap one of my pens against my lip and the sides of my face, occasionally pausing to focus on certain words. I scan the sheets that are sprawled across the floor, using my fingers to underline the sentences as I read them. Matt falls to silence next to me, watching my movements and following along with the words as quick as he can. I flip the pages over and over in a hope that something reveals itself to me but it only causes a headache to progress. I glance over to Matt who is shifting papers together and subsiding them into a pile to move in closer, now being sat beside me. My attention however tries to focus back onto the papers, my eyes relocating the section I was reading last.

“Wait, wait… go back to that last page a second?” Matt chimes from beside me and I simply respond by flipping the last page to the beginning and handing it to him.

“Hm? What’s up” I try to question him but he moves back to where he sat a few minutes prior and grabbing a few sheets of paper.

“Look. In the beginning of scene 3, could you use that for the second part of the question, the part about the context” I tilt my head in response, also now reading the papers he gathered.

“Here…” He calms his voice and leans past my shoulder to point at words from my annotated sheets that I previously circled. “I found something you could use earlier” He passes me another sheet of paper and points to another section filled with similar annotations.

“Oh... yeah, I totally could…” My voice trails off as I start to read the points, I wrote down on the paper previously. “Thanks Matt.”

“Yeah, of course…no problem.” He offers me a small smile before taking a seat back next to me watching me write a basic plan down based on the points Matt pointed out to me.

“Hey, you wanna watch a movie or something?” I write the final few words and lean back to face Matt.

“You sure? What about your parents, won’t they be home soon or something?” his posture changed from the slouched position to a much more upright one but he droops his arm over his legs.

“Uh…no. They are actually on a business trip at the moment, they won’t be home for a week.” I practically mumble those words, trying to act as casual as I can, grabbing my phone to check the time.

“Really? For that long?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it though, I just hang out with some of my friends, like Jenny so it’s fine I guess.” I break our eye contact and start to stand up, brushing myself off once I do.

“Is it fun?” He looks up at me, his position remaining the same.

“Fun?”

“Yeah, like being alone, I’m sure you get to basically do whatever, no curfew and can hang out with your friends, whenever” Matt follows suit and stands up, being next to me once again.

“Yeah…sure so fun.” I shuffle my feet on the floor “So, movie?”

“Yeah…Movie.” He sees my change in my expression and changes the topic quickly. “Any genre or?”

 “I like too many movies to decide like that off the fly. Want to see what’s on Netflix? I can order in a pizza since it’s getting late if you would like”

“Are you sure, I can happily eat at home if it’s easier” Matt’s palm rubs against the back of his neck before brushing through his hair. His tone is softer than the one I’m used to.

“You like pepperoni?” I just tap on my phone, ignoring his comments. I glance up at him for confirmation and I receive a weak nod back.

-

We ended up picking ’10 things I hate about you’

It wasn’t the film I initially wanted to see since I had seen it before but I saw Matt’s smile when it popped on the screen for ‘popular on Netflix’ and how could I blame him. It’s a masterpiece of a film so I wasn’t complaining over the choice, I did regret, however, mentioning that I had seen it before. He was pointing out important parts and a few lines I’d ‘have to remember’ for 15 minutes until I said it. After that it was pure silence and it killed me. I’m not a fan of people talking in movies but I wanted it this time. I wanted him to speak to me or do anything other than just glare at the screen. The pizza had already arrived at this point and I had nothing much to mention at this section of the film. Matt was a person that I felt comfortable being around especially for extended amounts of time, this was one of the only times that I have seen him outside of the music room and we weren’t talking about what songs to practice next. I didn’t want him to only see me as a tool to get better at his instrument.

I wanted him to like me for me.

Since I started hanging out with him, I saw his friends who would stop by and it made me feel more alone than it should’ve done. I only really had Jenny and while she is my best friend, she had what I lacked. People. I slowly began to realise I lack in relationships with other people. My parents own isolation from me spread to my everyday life and all I really wanted was for that to change.

He saw me take glances in his direction and he looked at me with a puzzled face.

“Hey? You okay or something” He takes his attention off the film for the first time since it started.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me” I quickly change the focus of the conversation.

‘Get it together’

“I mean a little but I don’t mind, you alright?” He grabs the remote for the television and scans for the pause button on it and immediately puts his gaze back on me.

“Just gonna open a window back here” I push myself from the sofa and walk towards a window behind a beige curtain. Once I push the handle and feel a breeze of fresh air, its like my mindset changes immediately.

‘Maybe it was just anxiety or something’

I deeply inhale the cold air which brushes past my body and gives me goosebumps and taints my skin. I use the heat of my palm to soothe my skin before turning back towards Matt.

“Is the film good then?” I try and warm my expressions towards Matt and so I try and offer a smile hoping it doesn’t come across as sarcasm.

“I know you saw my smile when it came up before, you know I like this film” he lets out a breathy laugh as he wipes the side of his face in a mini attempt to hide his smile.

“True, can’t blame someone for liking a classic film, can I” I take my place back onto the sofa with the ends of my legs tucked into the edge of a blanket.

-

The film ends and I barely notice until I get a nudge from Matt on my shoulder.

“Hm?”

“Hey…the film just ended, are you tired?” I fully open my eyes to look at him as he is now stood in front of me.

“Nah I’m all good” I sit up properly and scan my surroundings, noticing his backpack as moved and things are rearranged. “You gonna head off then?”

“Yup, I better go before Nick and Chris start to interrogate me”

A short silence falls between us as I keep looking up at him.

“This was fun, other than the agonising school essays” He reaches for his backpack that he placed beside him and slings it over his shoulder.

“Agreed, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“You bet.”

© ENDEREIES 2024

@yuhayeee @st7rnioioss @melliflws @axolotllover225

[monpalace]

OKAY PUTTING THIS HERE SO I DONT FORGET TO SEND YOU THESE IDEAS LATER (gotta go do dishes)

TWIS MOM(should give her a nickname)

-> time was the father that cared but didn’t care about the right stuff (proetctor of Hyrule means protecting his family, not there when family needs him emotionally/mentally)

-> twi’s mom idolized Time cause hero shizz and wanted to learn how to fight. Time refused which became the beginning of a rift between the two (will expand on later)

-> time disowned twis mom after huge fight, did it as a ‘scare tactic’ and didn’t think she would actually leave

-> ran away with her soon to be husband in there early twenties. Later Had twi (late 20’s-early 30’s) but where ran out of their home by monster. While running through the woods to get to ordan village (FORGOT THE NAME SORRY) dad dies leave baby twi and his mom alone while monsters chase after them

-> when Twi is a bit older, the golden wolf hangs around him and his mom is out/sick. Wolf has protected both twi and his mom from monsters attacks before (not the same one that killed dad)

WARRIORS x SEAMSTRESS READER!!

-> reader can manipulate cloth/fiber like best jeanist from mha (you dont havr to get the reference, just a reminder for me 😌)reader can fight using magical clothe,

-> has made a net to catch warriors, herself and his soldiers from falling to their deaths. Can basically make anything from cloth? As long as she has the materials to do so

-> ADORES young time/mask. Will always help sew his tunic when it gets torn and has even taught him the basics of her magic

-> has made a plushie that resembles navi, older Time still has it in his room somewhere. Has embroidered it with magic that makes it glow in the dark like navi <3

-> has made the majority of princess zelda’s wardrobe and has made royal/ball outfits for Warriors which may lead to tender touches and lingering stares as she measures him

OKAY I THINK THATS GOOD FOR NOW!! Be back laaterrr heheheh (you can posr this if ya want!)

trippy if you're tryna get me out of my writer block with all of these it's working ,,

but time going low and twi's mom immediately thinking she has to go to hell to go lower? idk if i want her or am her

time not coming to his senses until after he dies? him realizing that "damn. i really could've done this whole dad thing a hell of a lot better" and trying to make up for it as the golden wolf? twi's mom naming him link after her father because she still mourns him/her relationship with him?

babe i'm about to throw you the nastiest left hook you've ever seen or had in your life. why would you make me have these thoughts ??

idk a lot about mha, but the seamstress having similar powers to best jeanist made me think about that one seen where he changes bakugou's hair, but with mask/wars instead?

either mask is fighting tooth and nail to make her stop coming through the knots and naps in his hair because it's just horrendous as all get out-- or the intimacy of her fixing wars' hair but having just as many issues (not behavioral) as mask because despite the only thing he really has going for him is his pretty face

older relative! best seamstress to mask ,,,,,,,, *head in hands* i'm gonna emotionally shut down ,,,,,

(i am a big fan of mm. you will be able to tell in an unspecified amount of time)

[luvvvvangelssssstories]

What's luvvv?

~ Chapter 4 ~

TW: Just cussin, N word usage and flirting

WRITTEN BY ~ Me (with the support of my bsfs Krissy, Yuri, Andy, Kevo and TJ! Thanks for believing in me when no one else did!)

When we started dating he just got his ass beat. But it was the fact he got his ass beat for me. It's been a week now, DeShawn ain talkin to us and Javier's just friends with everyone still. Me and Deandre? The closets we've ever been. We hated each other since childhood but now we're dating?? The shits crazy. Today me and him finna just watch netflix an shi. "Whatchu wanna watch. AND GET YOUR DIRTY ASS SHOES OFF MY BED! ALWAYS SOMETHIN." he rolls his eyes and flips me off while taking his shoes off. "Anyways I wanna watch spiderman" I pass him the remote and lay down with my hot cheetos.

45 minutes later

"Babe. Respectfully. Miles is so fucking fine. I'd smash." I say while sharing a honey bun with him, "I should be the only one gettin ta smash." he says at me while kissin my cheek. "Technically....in the first one with Miles on it I'd let him smash...you was my boyfriend for only a week so far. He's been my mans for like...eternity." he sits up from his spot, "I'll be ya mans till we die." he turns my head so that way he can kiss me on the lips but as soon as we do my mom walks in, "Ahem. This don't look like no friendship. Look like a goddamn relationship." I feel my cheeks get hot as hell, perks of being black is you will never see me blush. "Uh I was gonna go ina minute Mrs. Aiyannas momma. Uh cya tomorrow." he walks of as if he's embarrased too. Soon as he leaves the house shit goes down. My mom drags me downstairs to face one dad and over protective older brother.

"Guess what I just caught ya damn daughter doing Dante?" dad looks towards me and narrows his eyes "what the fuck you do?" before I can even open my mouth mom says it for me "She was over here kissin a boy with the goddamn door closed. And that only leads ta babies." my older brothers stupid ass just says "Whats his name. Finna beat that niggas ass. On god bro." I push my brother aside. "The only thing u finna beat is ya tiny ass meat. Lonely ass." he flips me off while moms talking about putting me on birth control. After a while I learn how to tune her out. I head upstairs and I see a phone call from Deandre. I call him back and we talk.

D: "Babe. Be real here. That shit was embarrasing as fuck.

A: "Uhm for me. Hows it embarrasing youuu?"

D: "Im the boyfriend of they daughter. Thats just akward on my end."

We go back and forth until I start getting tired. "Lil momma you sound tired as fuck. Go to sleep, schools back in tomorrow anyways." I only sigh out a sleepy "mhm.." then I think "I'm sorry you and DeShawn fell out because of me." he goes from sweet to pissed real quickly. "He put his hands on you, so I don't care" I sink into my pillow while he talks about shit going on. I fall asleep listening to his voice

5:12 A.M

I wake up and I start getting ready for school. It's not until I get out of the shower I notice he's still in the call. He does a face time request and I walk to the mirror. "Mkkk guys! It's time for the GRWM school edition!" I say in my best youtuber voice which makes him laugh "Anyways want me to pick you up? I don't want you on tha bus with DeShawn rude ass." I mumble something "When we first met I was tryna stay off the bus from your rude ass" he flips me off and rolls his eyes in the camera. "Anyways I'm on my way and we can pick up some starbu-" before he can finish that sentence I run downstairs with my phone and poke my head out. "Im ready! Where ya at bae?" He just shakes his head then pulls up 6 minutes later. Once we get my food and drink we head to school where we see DeShawn with this pretty ass girl. I know I have a boyfriend but the was DeAndre's looking at her it makes me feel jealous on the inside. She walks up to Deandre and hugs him. When she hugs him DeShawn smirks as if its apart of his plan.

I know this week finna be hard as fuck to survive through.

PART 5 IS GONNA BE TOMORROW POOKIESSSS

[astyrluna]

im boutta load up bg3 but first i gotta get some thoughts abt my tavs backstory out lmao

as you may know my tavs name is astyr and hes based on the oc thats my minecraft skin, so cuz of that i gave him the outlander background. but ofc the game offers you dialogue choices based on being baldurian and i have selected some of them SO im gonna say his parents were those off the grid, isolationist types. didnt trust other people, hated towns and cities. for the first few years of his life he was raised out in the wilds, only taught what was necessary for survival, hunting and fishing for food, building tools and shelter from scratch. but, he was always a curious kid, and even tho his parents forbade him from approaching other people, he would occasionally see travelers or adventuring parties down by the river he liked to fish at

astyr overheard a LOT of these people talking abt baldurs gate, which ofc piqued his curiosity, and eventually while tryna eavesdrop on an interesting conversation abt magic and sorcery vs. wizardry, he got spotted. now obviously this was a dirty, ratty little feral tiefling kid, so they assumed hed been abandoned and offered to bring him back to the city. and, well, these people were nice, and his parents were mean, and he wanted to know more abt the city but he could never find out how to get there, so he agreed

im thinkin that these adventurers ask his name, and he has no idea what a name even is, and these people are devastated. how long has this kid been out here??? and then he says his parents always called him "you" or "child" or "boy," are those names? and these adventurers are like "what the fuck??? kid are you okay???"

ANYWAY astyr is brought to baldurs gate and set up at an orphanage or smth (im not that far into the game idk if theres actually an orphanage or anythin actually in baldurs gate) and holy shit, this kid now has access to books. this kid learns fast, and as soon as he grasps the basics of reading hes basically teaching himself. its around this time he also discovers hes a sorcerer, and has a propensity for thunder/lightning magic, and starts teaching himself how to be a storm sorcerer! and also picks out a name for himself. he just thought it sounded nice

he eventually leaves the orphanage or wherever he was brought to and starts just livin out on the streets of baldurs gate, sneaking into school classrooms to learn whatever he can whenever he can and spending most of his time in libraries and whatnot, while slipping back out into the wilds to hunt for his own food and spending most nights sleeping in trees. hes just out here bein a forest cryptid and masquerading as a normal lower city kid, and by the time hes in his late teens its only partially acting. hes like a weird mix of feral wild-man and street-smart urchin, and is all the while honing his magic. and lemme tell ya hes a damn good sorcerer. hes not famous or well known, hell, basically only other ppl living on the streets know who he is, but he ended up being the go-to guy for magic stuff if you have no way to pay. just give him smth to eat or a potion or smth and hes down to do whatever

ALSO cuz hes a tiefling he obvs faced all the discrimination that tieflings face, so most of his social interaction was with other tieflings. hes pretty connected to tiefling customs, culture and history and takes pride in himself and his people

last thing, cuz he is p much a self insert, hes my age (24 almost 25) and this actually makes him one of, if not the youngest of the group? like, the only one i could see as being around that young as well would be shadowheart. maybe karlach too, depending on how young she was when she was sent to zariel, but i read her as being late 20s-early 30s anyway. so this rag tag group of adventurers on their way to save the world has inadvertently made the youngest member of their group the de facto leader. like ofc astyr is still a grown ass man but almost the entire rest of this group are in their mid-30s at the youngest, and yet this 25 year old is the one in charge while out adventuring. and while hes GOOD at it but he does still have his moments that remind the others that hes the youngest of them. idk i just find that whole dynamic interesting and kinda funny

...to get a bit angsty for a sec, one of these "he really is the youngest of us" moments was the reaction to kar'niss' pleading after astyr convinced him to walk into the shadows (based on my own negative reaction to that moment). that slightly smug smirk of satisfaction from outsmarting and avoiding a fight drops from his face in a second, ears lowering and tail freezing, and for the first time since the companions met him, astyr pales. he seems to snap out of his funk when the harpers speak to them again, and he goes onwards like everything is normal, but his tail still isnt moving. normally, it sways when he walks, flicks like a cats when hes content, idly wraps around the ankles of whoever hes standing closest to, but no, its just been dragging limply behind him ever since. and sometimes, in the silence and the darkness, he gulps, and shivers, and if theyre listening carefully, his breaths shake. and while he talked the toll keeper into killing herself with no problem, when the party was on the roof and spotted the drider and his caravan again, now shadow creatures, they all saw him freeze for a moment, but only astarion, who was stood in front of him to shoot the creatures all down from the edge of the rooftop, saw the shine of welling tears, the obvious signs of reliving that memory, in his eyes

[colemonroe]

“Gotta have somethin’ goin’ for me, right?” Cole quipped back, barking out a warm laugh, though he really did appreciate the idea that Riley thought him humble. “This is plenty romantic, Riley– I dunno what you’re so pressed about. C’mon, look at that moon,” he argued, gesturing up at the thin, half-moon shining brighter than the stars that gathered around it, “Perfect waxin’ crescent.” How he knew that, he’d keep to himself– at one point in time, Cole had wanted to be an astronaut, which had pushed him so deep into learning every intimate detail about the night sky that he damn near appeared obsessed with it. And maybe he was– whatever was out there had to be better than what they faced down here, right?  “Kinda like my love for ya– waxes and wanes with time, but it’s always there,” he continued, waggling his brows before breaking out into another laugh.

Cole was hardly the person to seek relationship advice from– if his failed attempt at a teenage dream with Cassie Donovan was anything to go by. Sure, that failure didn’t taint how deep his feelings had stretched for her, but it was hardly a model relationship, which left him feeling wholly unqualified to give Riley even a flicker of advice. But he couldn’t help but root for what Riley was trying to build with Emiri. They were both incredible people, far better than he could ever hope to be, and he thought that they deserved each other if they ever took that leap. Riley was so much like his father that it almost made Cole’s eyes well up with tears whenever he looked at him– Riley was brilliant, loving, and kind just like Dean had been, but he was also a man who could handle his shit and fight for his family. He was exactly the sort of man that Cole believed Serkan would’ve wanted for his daughter. As much as it hurt to dwell on both Dean and Serkan and draw that conclusion, he felt so confident making it, even if it kept it to himself. Riley and Emiri both were the living embodiment of the legacy their fathers left behind– that alone had Cole in their corner, rooting for them. “Nah, it’s a good one– she’s an incredible girl, she’s worth every risk even if it don’t pan out the way ya want. But…I’m a bettin’ man when it counts– fair to say I’m bettin’ on ya,” he pressed, his usual crooked grin taking on a genuine, warm turn. “I’m pretty tight with her cousin, though– if ya need someone to put in a good word.” Cole knew Riley didn’t need that, but it was worth the chuckle anyway. “That right?” He wondered aloud, unable to help but ask which feelings of his were so obvious. “Guess I have been known to wear my heart on my sleeve from time to time– so maybe I don’t need tell him, just bat my lashes at him, right?” Again, he was deflecting, if only because he didn’t know how to broach the truth. “Tryna learn what that means, man,” cutting himself some slack, that was. Cole had never been good at that. He was his own biggest critic in every sense of the word and he really didn’t see that changing– at least when he was this sober. Maybe with a drink or five under his belt, he’d be more inclined to consider it. Rubbing his lips together, he bit back a chuckle, but still shrugged his shoulders. While he wasn’t quite sure that Taliah would be on board with him outing what they were doing, Cole couldn’t help but want to shout it from the rooftops, and so he settled for a happy medium when Riley asked him who might be waiting for him at home, “Someone who shoulda been there a long time ago.” He figured that was as big a tell as any, apart from actually naming Taliah, but Cole had little time to dwell on it the way he wanted to– hearing the distant roar of an engine, he glanced over at Riley, nodding in agreement at his idea to move, and get a little bit more out of sight. “Fuck it,” he hissed beneath his breath as he climbed down from his Harley, “Let’s move.” Until they knew more about who they were dealing with, they didn’t need to be so exposed. “Only supposed to be two guys meetin’ us,” Cole mentioned, taking his spot behind the wall as a blacked out van suddenly came into view, “Somethin’ tells me we’re ‘bout to be outnumbered.”

"Can't compliment ya too much, your humble nature is part of your charm. Nobody likes an egotistical leader, my friend." He chuckled, knowing fine well that Cole would never turn into someone like that. "Could be? Without so much as a flower picked from the ground? I don't think so, I gotta have a little romance. Note it for next time you take me on a moonlight ride." Grinning, it was always these moments that cheered him up the most. If you didn't laugh, right?

Riley listened intently to Cole's advice, always curious to hear where his thoughts landed. "I've already made my decision, I was just trying to figure out if it was a good one or not. Risk vs reward." Shrugging, he brushes a hand across his face and falls into a silent nod. "Not if I can help it," not letting it ruin anything, that was. Though that's not the part of the conversation that now held his interest. Curious blue eyes narrow and study Cole's expression, looking for any sign that he'd just confessed something by accident. But he was as calm as he always looked and that, to Riley, was the most curious part of all. "Interesting." He hums, taking his comment about Nate as seriously as he did flat earthers. "... That you think your feelings haven't always been obvious." He adds, a slow smirk crawling onto his lips. Was he still talking about Nate? Of course not, but it was fun to just follow the humor Cole set up to cover something a lot closer to the heart.

"I mean it. You gotta cut yourself some slack." It was all Riley would say, knowing that if he sat and listed all the good traits out loud, it would only make him uncomfortable. They were perhaps a little too sober and exposed to delve to a depth that low. "Oh?" Both brows raised at yet another confession, "and if I was to ask who, you'd say...?" Unsure if Cole was ready to name her, he wants it to be a question he can set aside. Even though he had his suspicions that felt pretty solid. "Yeah, clock is tickin'." Looking down yet again and then out towards the road, he can hear the sound of an engine, though he can't figure out which direction it's echoing from. "We should move." Riley frowns, allowing a moment for his own overthinking to win. He felt too exposed where they sat, looked towards a corner wall with a nod. "There." It was a mere few feet from them, but until he set eyes on the potential buyers, at least it eliminated the risk of being stabbed in the back - literally.

[antiwhores]

My dock - human!Bakugou x Mermaid!Reader

Part 1?

Part 2

Part 3

Y/n, a curious mermaid with a knack for trouble meets a human named Bakugou Katsuki. Bakugou, a curious human also with a knack for trouble meets a mermaid named y/n. Interspecies relationships- and even friendships are not allowed in the Mer-creature kingdom. And if people found out Mermaids are real then Y/n would be fish food. Love is hard as fuck.

Quirkless au cause im not tryna deal with him rn, eventual smut, near death experience, suggestive themes, violence, multiple parts.

Sorry ive been gone, im depressed and dont find joy in anything anymore LOL

You first met the blonde human when you were swimming near the shore. You obviously went supposed to be doing that but you were curious. You wanted to see humans even though the danger they hold could kill you.

He was walking on a bridge- well, more like stomping. He looked absolutely pissed, red face with steam practically radiating off of him. He was mumbling things under his breath that you couldn’t make out.

You left after a while of watching him, the sun was setting and you had to go home and catch fish.

The next time you saw him he was lounging by a doc in your special spot. Your beach was in the woods, secluded off unless you knew where you were going. There was a round, yet deep swimming area that sparkled a beautiful light blue. There was also a waterfall that was pretty high up. It was a magical place that you were glad to claim.

You watched from behind a big rock as he fed the ducks. He had a whole loaf of bread that he would break off into small pieces to aggressively throw at the ducks.

You called a duck over with a water wave made by your tail. Most mer-creature could talk to a selective few of animal.

“Who is he?” You whispered. The duck cackled, “Just some human boy. He comes here to feed us every day.” You asked for his name but the duck just flapped his wings. “I think his name was Katsu? I dont know, I’ll try to listen in.”

You thanked the duck and let him go fight for his snack.

Katsu? You thought that name rolled nicely off the tongue.

You continued to watch him from secluded areas for the next 3 weeks. You almost got caught a few times. He would hear you speak a little too loud or make too big of a splash and he would yell “WHOS THERE?” It started you enough each time to not come look for a whole day.

One day when you went up to look for him he wasn’t alone. He was at beach side of it this time with a couple other humans. One with red hair, one with green hair, pink hair, and brown hair. You picked up on their names after a while. Kirishima, Midoriya/Deku (?), Mina, and Uraraka. Later on some more named Kaminari and Iida showed up.

You watched them play around and practically beat each other up. Humans are so weird.

Apparently, Katsu lost a bet. Well, you learned his name was also Bakugou, Katsuki, and Kacchan. You’ll stick to Katsu since theres so many.

Kirishima dared Bakugou to jump off of the water fountain. You almost yelped out a protest once Bakugou agreed. It wasn’t safe! There were weeds at the bottom which would grab you and never let go! You had been working on getting rid of them all but there were still a few left.

And just as you thought, once he jumped he was stuck. You watched as he struggled under the grip of the weeds. You couldn’t just let him die! Before you knew it you were swimming over there full speed.

He looked at you threw wide eyes, you could tell he was loosing his breath. He tried to say something but only bubbles came out. You grabbed his face ad signaled for him to open his mouth. He did almost immediately, he must’ve been getting desperate.

You shoved your mouth against his, blowing air into his mouth which he greedily sucked up. You weren’t supposed to do that and you knew you’d be questioned and scolded for even letting a human know you existed. It was called the eternal breath. It allowed him to breath and talk under water with out it being drowned out for up to five minutes depending on how much you blew.

You signaled for him to breath and he gave you a crazy look. His cheeks were flustered and he didn’t know what to do. You hoped that wasn’t his first kiss or something, even though it was yours. You leaned into his ear and whispered, “Trust me Katsu.”

A wave of relief hit you once he did it. He looked at you in bewilderment, “What the fuck?! What the FUCK?!” You flinched but still made you way down to his feet. “You have a fucking tail?! What the fuck is going on?!” You shook your head, “No I don’t.” “What the FUCK!?”

You cut him free with your nails and signaled for him to go. He shook his head, “No! What kind of shit is this?! You have a tail!” You groaned, started to blush at the way he looked at you. He was even more handsome up close like this. “Either you leave or your gonna die in 1 minute once my breath wears out.”

You heard him yell after you once you began to swim away. You hid behind the entrance just to make sure he got up okay. You were on the verge of tears, you could get in so much trouble. What if he’s a bad guy and he’s gonna call his human hunters on you?

You practically gasped when he decided not to tell anyone of you. His friends crowded him, some in tears asking if he was okay. He just swatted them away and told them to fuck off. On that note you left.

You didn’t come back for 2 weeks. You were scared of coming back to traps and spears. The ducks reported to you instead. He has been coming every single day and staying for not just his usual 10 minutes but 3 hours. He sits there studying the water and calling out to any sudden movement from nature.

You couldn’t help your curiosity after that and the next day you showed up to watch him. You watched as he ate from his basket of what you think is called… Fruits? He lounged on the dock with no shirt on. His skin was tanned and golden.

You practically jumped once he called out to you. “Hey!” You dove back behind the rock. He rose to his feet, “No, no, no! Come back!” You slowly peaked behind the rock. He smirked, whispering “I knew you were real” before holding out a red fruit. “I got this for you.”

You came out behind the rock more to study the apple. You hissed at him thinking it was poisonous. He gave you an offended look, “What’re you scared of a fucking apple? Look.” He took a huge bite out of the thing and chewed. You watched closely as he swallowed it. “See?”

You sighed and finally just swam over to him. He sat down right off the edge and held the apple out to you. You quickly grabbed it and swam as fast as you could behind the rock.

You took a suspicious bite, it was… delicious! He chuckled as your face lit up. You took another bite, giving him a quizzical look. “Come here, ill give you another one.” You hesitantly swan over to him. But just as you were about to grab the apple he yanked it above his head. “Tell me your name.”

You glared at him, crossing your arms around your chest. “You can have all my fruits if you tell me your name.” You thought about it for a second. You could be hunted down for this. And you could be in deep shit if the council found out. But for some reason, you trusted this man.

A loud huff came out of your mouth, “y/n.”

[momosbrainrots]

Heyo! Can I request a jinx x reader who is like one of those people who r really cold to ppl they don't know, tall with tattoos, piercings and jinx is kinda mesmerized by them and is like tryna get close to them and eventually they warm up to her and like kinda get protective of her? Like reader has an arm over her shoulder, on her waist, hugging her from behind all the time and is usually just a very affectionate person and jinx is all proud bc she made the cold person they were into a affectionate person but just for her?

I know I should(n't)

Jinx X cold !gn reader who's tall w tattoos and piercing

A/N: hihi pretty anon! Ugh love this kind of people. A meanie who in reality is a softie!? And only for her fav person!? Aw cute!! Here u have and again sorry for the wait! Love ya <33 (and yes i promise, my mind is thinking thought again so ill try to stay bc i have so many drafts aaa)

In Zaun you don't need to do a laborious search to run across threatening people, they're all over the underground city. After all, this is how one can survive or be respected around here.

Jinx was not far behind. She might look harmless but oh she was a menace. With all those bright colors, pink, blue, going around with those chunky boots and armed to the calf. Everyone knew it was better not to cross her path.

But hey! No need for that. You were lucky enough that you caught her shiny eye.

It all started as a funny game of hers.

She saw you a couple of times while she was wandering around the streets, searching for new pieces, or when she was on top of a building looking at the street beneath her. But still, it was when she saw you that one time at the Last drop that allowed her to check you out.

Tall. A bunch of piercings on your ears and all around your meanie face. Oh! And she could get a glimpse of a few parts covered in ink. You were a tough looking individual!

Of course, she knew people like you, she works with Sevika, a buff angry woman. But you had something that caught her eye.

And she made it ur problem.

Eventually, you found yourself expecting her by your side. But how could you not when she appeared out of nowhere to pester you until she was gone for no good.

At first, you tried to push her away. Giving her the cold shoulder didn't work and when you cuss her out she wouldn't bulge. Only for her to return a few days after like whatever you said meant nothing. And that pissed you off, why couldn't she just go away and leave you alone?

It took you one day in which Jinx did not go to your hunt that you noticed how jinx never seemed to be accompanied. Anyone you ask would be shocked to hear her name, either because of her reputation or because she's Silco's kid.

She was alone. And so were you.

As time passed you found yourself unable to not grow fond of her. But how could you not? It was like you needed to be there to protect her from all harm. It's not like she couldn't herself but you wanted to be there for her.

Anytime you looked down at her you swear you could feel her eyes all over you, locking eyes with you. And you couldn't help to notice how sparkly they looked. As if you were the finest of prices, the tastiest of desserts. You couldn't get a hold of why? What was that she saw?

Listening to her talk about whatever she had on her mind after a hard day started to feel good, and comfortable. You drank all of her rants and after some time you start throwing in a few comments here and there, comforting words and affirmations to let her know you were listening.

Although he also loved to ask you questions about yourself. If she could touch your piercings if they hurt if you'd let her give you one, why were you so fucking tall?!?

You tried to answer her but at first, it was a bit overwhelming. Despite this, to your luck or not sometimes you didn't need to because she would do it for you or wouldn't expect any and move on. She learned to not push too hard if she felt you were getting uncomfortable.

Oh, but when you noticed she was down... Good luck if it was someone's fault, you were immediately on your way to deal with it. You couldn't stand seeing her bright self turn blue, it made your heart ache. That may be the reasoning behind why you felt the desire to aid her, protect her, and keep her in a little candy box inside your pocket.

When you two finally got to the point of no returning the one who ended up getting surprised was Jinx. Who were you again??

So that meanie she met at the bar that night is the most cuddly and warm and caring human ever? So... Physical touch was your love language? And so was one of hers.

It started slow and steady at first. Holding hands, Jinx loves to hold your hands. A quick hug here and soft short touches there. Most of them were started by her but as you grow confident enough to let your hand linger, let your body just act...

Leaning into each other was a thing now.

You always have an arm over her shoulder or on her waist because it just felt right. It was where they belonged. And out on the streets worked as a warning to others, but overly you just wanted to be as close as you could.

Hugs from behind are your thing. And the size difference makes it look so fucking adorable. If it's not Jinx's surprise hugs, it's yours to her while she works on her trinkets. Like two puzzle pieces that are meant to fit flawlessly together. Head to head, soft, hard, easy breathing against each other, soft temple, neck kisses always exchanged.

Moments, where you two were more intimate were not rare, those happened on slow or bad days commonly. Tracing stories that could only be told through your skin. Lingering touches that could easily ignite fireworks. Talking about how you get your tattoos, and what meaning they hold. Jinx unleashes her curiosity for your whole being and memorizes where her hand leaves goosebumps.

And let me tell you, she's so proud! She broke through your walls only to find the warmest soul, the brightest of stars. Just to her and she wouldn't want it another way.

Because that meant that she got you all to herself.

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day!

[ur-fave-is-yandere]

hiii! I got a request. Yandere jungkook. Wedding night. Arranged marriage. 👀 Virgin oc/reader

Red Ties

"You know that everywhere I go I got a million people tryna kick it but I'm still alone, in my mind.." - Halsey

400 people...400 people gathered all in one place to watch your wedding. Junkook's wedding. if it were really yours you would be marrying the person you loved willingly, marrying them with hope for the future. A house, kids, growing old together...But those are thoughts of the past, thoughts from a life where you hadn't been trafficked, where you hadn't been bought by Jungkook and forced into an arranged marriage. A prison sentence really, any hope you had of ever returning to your own life, even just your own country, had long died out. You belonged here now, belonged to him. Why someone like Jungkook would even want you is beyond your thought or reasoning, the two of you could barely speak the same language let alone actually get along. Your korean was less than a two year olds, and he liked it that way. Of course he let you learn his native tongue, after all how would you teach his children if you yourself could barely talk right? But it was slow, and only what he wanted you to know, the less you know the better. Better for Junkook that is, not even being able to ask for help correctly meant that you had to rely on him for everything. Ordering your food, taking you to the doctor's, picking up your medication, even just finding pads in the store was a struggle. So he did it all, leaving you more and more dependent on him as the days go on. It's how he managed to get you where you are now, dressed in traditional wedding hanbok waiting to walk the aisle with him. Your whole life you had imagined this moment, dreamed of the day where you would be conjoined to another for all of eternity. You thought of all the tears of pure joy you would cry, yet as you stand here all you can feel is a gut full of rocks, so heavy part of you wonders if you could lay down in the extravagant water fountain behind you and drown. Maybe that could be the escape you've been looking for all this time, after all it only takes a few seconds to lose all your breath...maybe- "Y/n-ah!" Your soon to be snaps his fingers in front of your face, shaking his head as he fixes a few loose strands of hair shaping your face. "Don't frown, you'll cause wrinkles." he warns, a soft yet firm hand lightly brushing its way across your furred browns. You can't really tell what he's saying, you can pick out your name, negative, and frown. You hadn't even realized you'd been doing it, then again your emotions have always been so easy for others to guess...Eyes taking in every small detail of you wear Jungkook slowly slides one of your sleeves back up your shoulder, you frame having lessened by at least two sizes since you'd been taken and auctioned off. It wasn't that Junkook didn't feed you, you just couldn't trust the food or drink he gave you. The only time you were mostly positive he hadn't slipped some mysterious med or sedative in it was when he took you out, which wasn't often. Tracing a finger much larger than your own from your collar bone up your neck and around to your lips Junkook smiles slightly, his own emotions much more controlled than your own. "On wedding nights...After tonight, you are mine." he begins in korean, slowly switching to english for you. Struggling slightly he looks you in the eye, noticeably closing in and backing you against one of the wedding hall walls. "Mine, and only mine..It'll be okay jagiya? All will be lovely." Bringing you into his chest Junkook buries his face into your hair, inhaling deeply. Acutely aware of just how close the two of you are heat pin pricks at your face as you feel a firm and large point pushing against your inner thighs. Lifting up your face your forced fiance slowly rubs at your bottom lip, hungrily licking his own. "I know you've scared, it's okay...I like that" he whispers lowly in english, slowly grinding himself into your clothes. Whimpering in fear you clothes your eyes tight, willing your soul to flee your body as you feel Jungkook clumsily push the two of you into a near broom closet. "Just breathe, I'll be quick I promise. I know you've never done it before, I'll teach you. You'll learn soon.."

[kreativewritin444]

on the throne / k.m

i needed someone new for this idea and who better yet than niklaus??

also ty for the love nd support xx

summary: tara bates comes from a long lineage of witches which she yets to learn, but when she becomes involved with klaus and the danger of her own her path becomes more

warnings: literally the originals, mention of death,

giving this one a character and back ground story

 tara bates was a witch from a long lineage, and living in new orleans led to the dangers of everything. especially the eye of an original.

   keeping everything cool, not practicing my magic as the rules enforced upon us. bartending wasn’t the worst tourist made things interesting...

throwing the dishes into the bar dishwasher pressing start, i look up seeing a beautiful eyed man in front of me.

 a smile on my face, “hey, what can i get ya’?” he stares at me a little too hard and i swallow harshly. “oh just a glass of your finest whiskey, love.”

 british... hmm. i nod and move the stool so i can reach up to the top shelf, since i am short and all. pouring the glass infront of him, sliding it over towards him.

 he smirks softly, eyes catching mine as he grasp the glass. “what’s your name, love?”

 my eyes furrow slightly, but neverless my mouth opens. “it’s tara.”

he nods taking a gulp, pulling something out his bag and replacing the spot of where the drink once was with a $100. he sets the glass down beside it empty now, “goodnight love.”

 my eyes glance over the $100 then him walking away, pushing myself around the corner of the bar. i grasp his arm before he could take off.

 he looks at me almost as if in shock, “you’re drink was like 8 dollars, i owe you cash back?” he shakes his head the same smirk still plaster along his face. “keep the change, as a way of me saying...”

 he leans closer, “maybe you can owe me one.” leaning back our eyes connecting mine slightly widen. before i could speak he walks out the bar, i stuff the money in my apron.

 the way he asked about my name, the owe you one... he had to know you were a witch. not knowing what to do as you felt yourself internally start to freak you glance back at the bar.

 ‘hey can you watch over for me, need to step out for a second.” she waves me off, a thank you escaping me. escaping out the back door, i sigh at the fresh air.

 “tara bates...” my voice rang and my head darts to the side. “there’s possibly only two people you could be.” i spoke up, tryna hide my fear.

 “and those are?” he steps more into light,

 “one of marcels new body gaurd, which i haven’t even done any fuckin’ magic by the way! or your the hybrid the rumours have been about.” i spoke out in one breathe, making sure to keep your distance.

 “i think you know.” 

 i push back against the wall eyes widening at the site of a thousand year old vampire in front of me, “and what would a thousand year old hybrid want with me?” eyes connecting once more as a he glowers at me.

 “i need a favor. a witch favor.”

 my eyes widen, looking around carefully. “no! are you out of your mind, two of my friends have died and other witches for any practice. i sure as hell not gonna die for you!”

 he flashes in front of me, a gasp escaping my lips. “you’ll be protected... because you’ll help protect my family.”

 scoffing at that, i attempt to walk past him but he catches me in my spot. i glare up at him, “i don’t know you, and with all my own shit i don’t have time for yours... or dying for you.”

 the words were real and raw and klaus looks at me with indifference. “elijah is better with the promises than i am, love... but i can tell you this. no one can touch you without going through me.”

 moving out of his embrace, stumbling slightly. “why me? and who the hell is elijah?”

“you know why.” an eyeroll leaves me, “i’ve been years out of practice... im not who i was before.” the fact he knew my history left an unsettling feeling over me at the thoughts of those days.

 “doesn’t matter, now you can practice.” he acts as if that’s just gonna work.

 “if i set one spell up marcels guys are coming straight after me!” i argue back already getting annoyed, him obviously feeling the same since he rolls his eyes.

 “marcel isn’t who you should fear...” he goes to come towards me making me instantly freak slinging him back against the wall. my eyes widen in horror as klaus just chuckles.

 “n-no no, i-i can’t use mag- i am going to die. oh m-” klaus speeds back in front of me making me jump as he grasp my shoulders making me look at him.

 “now you’re in a predicament love...” i glare at him shoving him away. “this is your fault i-i was defending myself.”

 my lips quiver as klaus clicks his tongue, “well as i have said... work for me and i can promise no harm to you.”

  my eyes water slightly before an exhale left my lips making me gather myself, eyes flickering back to my job. not knowing exactly how marcel knows when magic is used i stare back at klaus.

 biting my lip anxiously i finally mutter out my response, “fine.”

 a smile breaks out over his face, like he was used to this. “perfect, let’s go.”

-

 days have passed and i’ve been in the mikealson’s home, practicing illegal witch craft; along with finding out a lot more.

 like why my witch friends passed away, because klaus has a child with a girl named hayley and has siblings aka elijah. also learned klaus has taken into therapy with camille, who i happen to know.

 im told she doesn’t know, and i hope it stays that well. as well as the war between klaus and marcell, and learning about davina.

 knowing the story of the sacrifice, i didn’t know davina survived and that hit me. i haven’t seen her in years, and i tried to save her from that but i couldn’t.

 tonight was a ball, and somehow i was invited leaving me in my room looking through my clothes in despair. the internal debate won against myself, as i drop down on my knees.

 pushing aside some stuff i see the purple box, that was once my mothers. sliding it out and opening it, tears gather in my eyes. “i miss ya’ momma.”

 wiping the tears harshly, i stand up and pull the dress out.

   -

  now a part of the family more so as a protective witch, i became closer to rebekkah and hayley. i leave my now room at the home, walking out to run into klaus.

 “ah, the girl i was looking for.” i roll my eyes, “do i ever get a day off?”

 he smirks playfully, “never with this me.”

 i pull out my buzzing phone, seeing a familiar number pop up. “actually give me a second.” my eyebrows furrow at the name, walking off slightly i bring the phone up to my ear.

 “why are you calling me?” anger rises through me at my brothers call. “well hello to you too, sunshine.”

 glancing over to see klaus acting like he wasn’t easedropping, “i recall my last words to you were ‘never talk to me again’ or did i lose my mind?”

 he scoffs on the other end, “whatever, sis... you know you can’t keep secrets from me.” 

 “what do you want?”

 “i heard your hanging with the original crew... shame shame shame sister. didn’t you pay attention to the prophecies?” he taunts making my eyes widen.

 “you leave me the hell alone, chris or i will-”

 “you’ll what? exactly...” i pull the phone away hanging up on him, shakily letting out a breath as i make eye contact with klaus.

“who was that?” he refers to the call making me shake my head, “no one. now what was it you needed?”

 he stares at me, almost analyzing me but he surprisingly leaves it. leading me into of the many rooms i have yet to enter. art surrounds me, scattered around everywhere making me stare in awe.

 glancing back at him, before stepping more into the room. “i love art, would’ve never guessed ya’ for a fan.” the comment made klaus look at me in a fake hurt.

 “they happen to be mine... well most beside a few i’ve gathered over the decades.” my eyes land out on one in the corner, a moon with a shadow figure of a girl... something i have seen. in a dream.

 my head turns to him, him analyzing my reaction. “i-i have seen this before.”

 he steps forward, “i did too, that’s why i drew it.” i continue glancing back and forth. “i mean i’ve had some crazy dreams but never one of the same as another?”

 “that’s why i had some questions, but that’ll wait we have to talk.”

 confused on why he would wanna change subjects so quickly, “haven’t we been talking?”

 he stares at me intensely, “tara do you know what you are?” i roll my eyes, “yes a witch, where are you going with this?”

 he shakes his head softly, “family drama?” i glare at him, “you weren’t supposed to listen in on my conversations klaus!”

 he steps closer, “who’s chris?” i stare more so up at him, noticing the pretty color that shines in his eyes,

“my brother.” the confession made me back up, “one that i despise so i really don’t wanna talk about this, okay.”

 “if he tries to hurt you, i promise i can kill him like that.” a small smile cracks across my face. “no it’s handled...”

 he looks as if he wants to say something but instead he just smiles softly, “so hayley... are you two like?” i hint towards a little information on whether they were a couple of sorts.

 he shakes his head, “no, she is the mother of my child.” i just nod at him, before glancing back at the picture. “i see things sometimes, dreams that become reality or dreams of things before...”

 glancing back at him watching him listen closely, “i met someone like you before, rare type to come across.”

 “not so rare, my mother did so aswell but she got caught practicing magic and was killed.” the confessions of everything that left me, made you stiffen up.

 “um i need to go.” i rush out the room not allowing klaus to say another word, the tears slip down my cheeks as i close the door shut. haven’t spoken of that in years the agony of grief overwhelms me, leaving me to crawl into bed to mourn.

-

  “no! mama!” i scream as i was held back, watching my mother get dragged out of the house. marcel on the steps, “it wouldn’t have come to this if only you listened.”

 his words echo through me as my sobs began to leave me, pleading to be let go. my moms eyes catch me one last time as the door is shut and im left struggling against a stranger.

 “mama!”

i jerk awake, sweat dripping off me as i grasp my chest. breathing heavily i glance over the room before my door swung open and hayley appears at my door.

 “are you okay?” she looks at me worried but i nod, “yes- sorry i had a... bad dream.” she nods staring at me.

 “do you wanna talk?” my eyes see her tired ones and i bit my lip before nodding. “it-it was my mom... i um watched her get taken from me to be murdered. haven’t had a dream like that in awhile.”

 she nods before pulling me into a hug, which felt really nice. “you aren’t alone in this.”

 the look in her eyes tells me that we are alike, and maybe we could be friends throughout this. “thank you hayley, im here for you too. well the both of you.” i laugh softly as i touch her stomach softly.

 she sighs, “am i a horrible person for bringing my child into thi-this?” i shake my head, “not when they are loved.”

 her eyes water at that, “take it from me... it means a lot having parents that love you.”

 “thank you tara...” with that she stands up making me grasp her hand, “good night.”

 “goodnight.” she responds turning the light off and shutting the door leaving me in the dark to fall back to slumber. not knowing klaus heard it all.

-

 after waking up later than usual, i decide to get up and get ready. after grabbing my bag needing to go by and grab some stuff from my place, i head down stairs.

 no one was out and the house was quiet which was unusual. oh well, i open the front door and head out the door. the sun was bright today feeling amazing on your skin.

 i was beginning to feel trapped inside that place, so the walking was enjoyable. deciding to take the longer way to stop by my favorite cafe, the thought of my job entered my mind.

 holy shit, i’ve lost my job now. what am i gonna do about money?

 deciding to discuss that one with klaus later, i hit the street of the cafe. walking in i see matilda at the counter, “hey darlin’!”

 i smile brightly, “hey girl, can i get my usual but do a double shot of expresso.” she nods with a smile typing everything in as i hand over a $20. she hands me back the change and i stand off to the side as she makes my stuff.

 i’ve come here almost twice a week for over a year, so it was enjoyable to see her face. seems like everything in the past was fading. her calling my name brought me out of my thoughts and i grab my breakfast sandwich and coffee.

    leaving the cafe, i take a sip of my coffee a smile erupts my lips. i move the plastic down and take a bite as i continue my way to my apartment.

 finishing my sandwich i throw it in the nearby trash as i get close to my apartments. as i round the corner taking a sip of my drink, the coffee went everywhere when hands grab me.

 panic fills me as my bag slips off, the person holding me shoves me forward into someone else’s arms. i squeeze my eyes shut and the person who has a hold of me flings off me hitting the wall.

 glancing around a few vampires i sigh, this really suck. “tara bates you’ve been charged with doing witchcraft.” one of them spoke up making me glare at them.

 “bite me.” i smirk as she charges forward me throwing my hand forward watching her fly back. the other two rush forward making me throw them back, just as the one behind me catches me off gaurd.

 teeth sinking into me, the pain unbearable makes me lose focus. i scramble and try to scream but i was going weak and his hand was on my mouth. before i could pass out, he was thrown off of me.

 my body hit the ground as hearts did beside me, before someone had me scooped up. their wrist shoved into my mouth makes me cough on the disgusting blood going down my throat.

 my eyes focus on klaus who looks down at me in worry, “you okay?”

 blood stains my mouth and i only nod, “you kept your word.” i mutter before all the adrenaline leaves me, making my eyes flutter shut.

[sillywilly]

I saw you needed some Matt Murdock requests for us gays so…

Matt with a very androgynous punk male reader. Like big platforms, bright dyed hair, the works.

OMG!!!! omg !!!!!!! yes yes yes yes

i decided to make the reader rlly flirty if that’s ok yyeysysys

Matt Murdock x Male Reader

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He was the most interesting man Matt had ever noticed. His form was…interesting to matt. The other male next to him at the bar was something he had learned to be called “punk”

Although Matt had never had a chance to see the style in action, the words that described it had a design he liked. Therefore, he was resisting the urge to start a conversation with this new comer.

Josie’s doesn’t see many new people, nor any interesting people. Usually just drunks and locals, but this man, this man was different. He wasn’t like the regulars, which is what got Matt’s attention.

Matt cleared his throat and looked in the direction of the man. The taller man looked over at Matt, and he felt himself heat up. “Hello.” The punk purred, a few chains rattling as he faced Matt.

“Hi, are you new?” Matt breathed, he could smell the man’s cologne very strongly, and he wasn’t going to lie, the punk man smelled divine. “Who’s asking, pretty boy?”

“Um, Matt, Matt Murdock.”

“Is that your name, handsome?”

“Y-Yes.”

Matt found himself stuttering, the man next to him let off a radiant aura of dominance, it made Matt feel small and nervous. Matt was usually a confident person, but this man, made him feel different.

“Well, then yes, I am new, Mr. Murcock.”

Matt let out a small chuckle, slowly feeling more comfortable around the man next to him. Matt nervously played with the hem of his suit, rubbing his fingers over the fabric in an anxious manner.

“What’s your name?”

“And why should I tell you?” The punk took a long swig of his beer.

“I- I’m not sure actually.” A breathy laugh left Matt’s pink lips.

“(Y/n), you don’t seem so sure about a lot, love.”

The punk next to him took a sip of his beer, then set it down before grabbing Matts hand and resting their hands on Matt’s well sculpted thigh. “What’s a gorgeous boy like you doing at the bar this late at night?”

Damn, this man had a way with words, his voice slipping off each word like a fine wine. Damn, Matt could really go for some wine right about now. The man looked Matt up and down, waiting for a response.

“I decided to get a drink after work.”

“Ah, what does my pretty boy do for a livin’, hm?”

Matt’s face heated up, his pretty boy? If Matt hadn’t have had a few shots before this conversation, he would’ve been mad, but this man was just trying to get a reaction out of Matt.

Matt let out a gentle sigh. “I’m a lawyer.”

“Oh I see, one with the law, huh?”

“I guess so.”

Matt felt the other man rub the back of his hand with his thumb. His touch was so gentle, as if he would shatter Matt’s soft skin with any sudden movement. The man put his hand on Matts forearm that was resting on the bar counter, softly massaging it.

With their hands still resting on Matt’s thigh, and the other man massaging his arm, Matt was a warm mess. His heartbeat quickening, in any sober state Matt would’ve been slightly weirded out, but at this moment, Matt was not sober.

“You need to relax, baby.”

The man leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Matt’s forehead. The man stood up, threw a crumbled up 20 onto the counter for the bartender, then took a step to rest his hand on Matt’s shoulder.

“Get home safe, okay?”

The punk man patted Matt’s shoulder before walking out of the bar, chains clinking and boots leaving satisfying thuds on the bar flooring. Matt sat in the same spot, feeling a sort of giddiness.

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wooooooo sorry it took a bit lolol i was tryna think of a good plot !!

[lolita-lollipop]

Hi hope you’re having a wonderful day! Could I please get a bnha coraline au story. So like y/n has had a pretty bad life like a whole bunch of stuff and now they have to basically parents their own parents at the age of 15 cause they’re lazy alcoholics who just go to work come back and drink. One day after they move in y/n gets curious and finds explores around the house while they’re alone and discovers the door to the other world and meets their dream parents. The parents are aizawa and present mic who just genuinely love the reader, they don’t want to take readers soul that just want to help them. They have a sister eri and a brother shinso and when reader tries to leave they all beg and threaten reader not to leave cause “your parents never cared for you anyways” and “we’ll love you more then they ever would” and force reader to be the new baby of the family gender neutral reader if possible, please and thank you ( 03^)~💚

YANDERE CORALINE AU ERASERMIC FAMILY X READER

GN READER

-I do apologize if you wanted a shorter work, because this ended up being kinda long, sorry!

-there are a few grammar and spelling mistakes here and there, this is unedited, I will fix them :)

(I don’t know if you actually wanted the reader to be treated like a baby, literally like an infant, or just like the youngest in the family, I needed up doing the second option, tell me if wrong.)

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You hummed a tune as you wandered the hallways, your footsteps dragging, you had tried to tell your mother to drink some water and put the strong bottle of vodka down before she ended up killing herself. She yelled at you, told you to “shut the hell up ya damn brat”, god knows where your father even is. It had only been a day or two in this house, and they had already made it feel like a prison for you, oh my, A SINGLE DAY.

In all honesty the house was nice, old, yes, but still nice. It seemed as if the last owners hadn’t been here for hundreds of years, let alone clean the place, as all embellishments on the walls were antique styled, and everything, I repeat, everything, was covered in dust. There were a few different pieces of furniture that looked as ancient as the neighbors, including a dresser filled with a different articles of clothing, a few dusty chairs here and there, curtains clawed away by... something, and little tables with droors filled with little trinkets.

One room in particular was exceptionally creepy in your eyes, it seemed like a child once slept there, probably long dead by now, the walls were covered in a striped floral wallpaper, chipping at the edges, various stuffed animals that hadn’t been touched in ages, what looked to be a changing table, and a smaller sized bed placed in the middle, fitted with dusty purple bedsheets, probably that color because of the gathering dust, you sat down on the mattress, inhaling the scent of the room. It smelled oddly of lavender, not a musty mildew smell you were expecting. You spent a moment just finding comfort in the warm smell, before noticing a small dent in the wall behind what you thought could be a changing table. Almost looked like... a tiny door?

“What the heck is that?” You questioned or yourself, narrowing your eyes at the wooden frame that looked like a small threshold, cautiously standing up form the bed, and making your way over to the door, you struggled to move the large piece of furniture, pushing back gains the groun and shoving it out of the way. It was indeed a door, and it was indeed tiny. There was a small cobweb strung across the mass of it, which you batted away with your little hands, pulling at the doorknob a few times to reveal the fact that it was locked, you let out an exasperated sigh. Well... it’s not like you have much to do, might as well find the key.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long for you to find the small, heart shaped key that fit the locked door, it was tucked into one of the white droors of the small table in the corner. It was the first place you looked, almost as if it’d been calling out for you. It only took a few moments for you to push the key into the lock and turn, you let out a sigh of relief when you heard the satisfying click of the lock opening. Wondering what was going to be on the other side, you pushed open the mini door, to reveal a tunnel of sorts... today’s just full of surprises isn’t it.

“Man this tunnel is lo... whoah.” You stood, still balled up in a crawli mg position, shocked at your own surroundings. Everything looked so... new, and polished, you stared Jan absolute awe at everything, literally everything. Where are you?

“Oh, honey you’re finally here!” A male voice rang out from behind you, immediately large hands were lifting you off the floor from under your arms, holding you like a baby, this guy cradled your head in his chest, no matter how much you squirmed, the iron grip he had on you did not loosen. You snapped your head up to meet his eyes, only to be met with buttons of such a piercing yellow it almost hurt your own eyes. A shrill scream left your lips, as you flung your feet back and forth in attempts to free yourself.

“Oh, oh right. I’m sorry , I should’ve been a little slower, it’s scary I know, you’ll get used to it I promise. I’m hizashi, your other father, re you alright?” He questioned, backing up a little to give you space, bringing his hands up to tell you he wasn’t going to hurt you, ever. You were usually a calm person, but given the situation, like some random person living in your house with buttons for eyes, the reaction was warranted. You breathed for a small moment, inhaling the even stronger scent of lavender that was oh so comforting, before standing back up, giving whatever this was at a chance of explanation.

“Who- who are you?” The question left your lips faster than tryouts could hold it in, he gave you a smile and walked closer again, booping your nose and once again pulling you off the ground. He was tall, slightly lanky, and his hair was a bright yellow to match his eyes, little dangle earring wee attached to his ears, you just stared in awe at the inhuman man who was holding you.

“Silly little thing! I just said it! I’m your other father, like your real father, just perfect for you! Dinners almost ready, so let’s go meet the rest of the fmIly okay bubs?” He questioned m, speaking down to you like one would a child, even though you are a fully capable human. He grabbed your hand, and gently rigged you off into some hallway, you slightly dig your feet in, staring back at the little door that got you here in the first place.

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“Honey, this is your reality, if it was perfectly fit for you! We love you, unlinke those scum who call your your parents, don’t your bat to be loved for once y/n?” He spoke, the two of you arrived at what was probably the kitchen, him explaining what was happening pretty thoroughly considering he had to do it in a few minutes, barging through the doors, a few other pairs of button eyes were scattered thievhiur the kitchen.

“Daddy! I helped bubba make dinner tonight!” A little girl, probably not even over the age of five, came running towards the two of you, smiling fully. She was sporting a pair of red buttons, which matched her little jumper, you had your face buried in this ma- hizashis chest, his arms wrapped around the entirety of you. He sent an exited stare towards the little girl, who jsut gasped and smiled even harder. She made little grabby hands towards you, so hizashi set you down on the ground, whispering a “time to get down” in your ear. Instantly, the little girl attached herself to your torso.

“Bubba/sissy!” She squealed, patting your stomach, as much as you would love to knock her off of you, she’s a kid, you don’t do that to kids. This young girl claimed to be your other sister, which at this point you were led to believe because apparently anything is possible at this point, she was pretty adorable.

“I-uh, yeah?” You spluttered, visibly flustered, you tried to get a grip of yourself, it was kindof odd, although the girl seemed much younger than you, the way she carried herself presented that she was much older than she came off, from the maternal glint in her eyes, to the planned movements, it just seemed... mature.

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It had been maybe an hour, you had been seated at a dinner table, quite the large one actually, in between a black haired man that you could tell was staring at you, and a purple haired teenager who looked to be a similar age to you. You sat there just kindof awkwardly trying to not touch any of them. At one pint. The purple haired guy tried to feed you, which was an unfortunate suprise because you were off in dreamland, and were ckmoemteky confused as to why he was even trying something like that.

“You’ll probably hurt yourself trying, just let me do it” he spoke, it is safe to say that this button eyed family is an odd bunch. First the woerd door, then a creepy guy tryna pick you up, then some little girl who probably wasn’t so little claiming you to be her “younger sibling”; then the offpdutirng glances front his beanbag guy, than this? What is happening.

Sooner or later, after the really odd display that was dinner had finished, and you had help washing your hands, because for some reason they thought you needed it, it was announced bettime, and with a snap of the man him you learned name was Aizawa, food was gone, along with all the dishes. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you almost lied this, of course not the babying thing, but the fact that you weren’t cooking or cleaning or trying to snatch a bottle from your parents, it almost made you wnat to cry how perfect this family was. God how much you wished this was your own.

It’s sounds selfish, and unreasonable, but you never had a childhood, the day you were born your life was already sighted off as “servant of my own parents”, you lived them, you did, these people were so nice thiugh, they were odd, maybe a little quirky, but still jsut a perfect little family. Apparently one that includes you.

“ALRIGHT! time for bed!” The yellow haired man exclaimed, seeeping you and eri right off of your feet, holding you in his arms as eri giggled at the sudden swish sound. The two men on the other side of the large room cracked small smiles at the sheer adorable ness of the position, the two little ones of the family and their father! What a sight to see!

“Shhhhh, I think y/n is gonna sleep with us to Tonight okay eri?” Hizashi whispered to the young girl, loud enough for you to hear, she nodded and smiled one of her sickeningly sweet smiles, hr eyebrows raising before her button eyes. She motioned to be put down ‘, waving goodbye and latching her own hand onto shinsos, who also waved his hand.

“Goodnight daddy! And y/n!” From there, you walked alongside them to their room, or what you supposed it was. This was the first time you’d really talked to Aizawa, and it was pretty embarrassing because he asked if he was aloud to change you out of your day clothes. You were a little too scared to say no, so you let him, it was probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to sit through, and that’s saying quite A lot.

When all was done, you had brushed your teeth, and wrrrnchanged into a set of lilac pajamas, silken and slippery, you were pulled on top of the yellow haired man, who then wrapped his arms around your waist and started “shh-ing” you, patting your head while rocking back and forth slightly, the other man slipped in next splaying his arms over you, rubbing circles into your beck

Mans with that, the lights went out, and you fell asleep.

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From there, everything in your life changes, you wake up the next day in the dusty lilac bed, wondering if it all was a dream, so the next night, you go back, and the next, and the next, until you started to spend your days there. Playing with eri, or cuddling with either of the three men, or just having fun without any worries or cares int the world. By that’s when it all starts, they kindof... changed.

They became overprotective, it showed in some more than others, but it was present either way. Al you wanted to do was check up on your dad to see if he was still alive or not, and eri had a whole crying fit, begging you to stay, and telling you she’d die if you left.

“No no! You can’t leave me! I-I I’m gonna die if you leave! I’ll die, please don’t keVe I promise il be good!”

It took a little shushing from you, but eventually you convinced her you weren’t going to leave, and so she went back to her normal self. You were with shinso once, and walked near the little door, he had immediately blocked it as if you were going to do something, then scolded you for going near such a “dangerous object”.

“You shouldn’t. Go close to that evil little thing, it might hurt you m, I don’t want you to get hurt, so stay away from it”

And then your other parents, they didn’t let you do anything by yourself, scared you would run off and get lost in the maze of nothing outside. You can’t even mention your real parents, you’ve been down here for at least a week now and haven’t been able to check on them, so when you did ask to go back for a day, hizashi slicks dying up and told you to cut out the nonsense, while Aizawa bubbles in anger, telling you that they lived you ten times better than your parents Eve could.

“They don’t deserve you, they don’t love you, we do, they’ll never live you half as much as we do, we can protect you here, why would you wnat to leave?”

Ans so one day, when your “other papa” or Aizawa, tried to take the key from you and lick you in here, you had enough. These people were supposed to be perfect, instead they turned obsessive, little button eyes showing up everywhere, watching your every move, you had thought your old life was a prison, now look at this.

You turned back, checking to see if anyone was watching, waiting to stop you, before pulling the key out of your pocket, ripping the boarding off of the door, pulling the panels of wood off one by one, shoving the key into the black door knob, you were just about to turn it, when a voice rang out behind you, no longer was the sweet girl who you played trains with, in the stead was something else just In ther body, you could hear it in her voice.

“Where are you going? You aren’t trying to leave are you?” She spoke, you froze on the spot, hands moving faster, ymtrying to get the stupid door to unlock, before you could even blink, the key snapped in half, not in your hold, in another sudden figure, your other brother. You didn’t even get the chance to speak before be t down and ripped the whole door knob off of it, giving you a knowing glance.

“I told you to stay away from it, I told you didn’t I? Now look, it’s broken” he hissed, throwing the iron knob somewhere else, you knew that I’d both of the siblings were here, the two parents were sure to be here along with them, you were proven right, as a pair of black and yellow buttons popped up behind the Eric girl, carrryijg... what is that?

“Oh my god... OH MY GOD” you screamed, the heads of your parents were in these men’s holds buttons sewn over the eyes, blood seeping out of their decapiated necks, you reMiedn screaming as the heads were discarded, jsut thrown off somewhere else. You were lifted up off the ground in your crying state, hizashi a hands stroked your hair, while his other hand went and wrapped around your butt to support you up.

“We told you baby, we tried to tel you at least. Now there’s nothing up there for you, there was never anything anyways, your safe now... they’ll never hurt you again. You’re ours...

Forever”

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