#they are NOT perfect and that’s what makes them so interesting

[cherrygirlfriend]

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE ☁︎

☁︎ pairing: frat!rafe x fragile fawn!reader

☁︎ summary: rafe cameron? frat president, fuckboy, football captain. you? freak. suspected former cult member. loner.

rafe's gotten bored of all the rafe-proclaimed easy girls at kildare university, the kind who take their panties off if he even looks at them right. no, he's itching for a challenge. a game.

and he decides that the perfect challenge comes in the form of the school's resident weirdo. what he doesn’t know, is that you're smarter than you look. and you love games.

☁︎ warnings / tags: misogyny, drugs, talk of sex. MDNI!

☁︎ author's note: yall are gonna hate me but i'm considering making this into a series... let me know if you’re interested!

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there was one word that could describe the members of kappa sigma at kildare university perfectly.

hedonistic.

none of them cared who they used for their own pleasure, how many girls they hurt by sleeping with them, only to ditch them for the next one. girls weren't people to them. they were bodies; just something to fuck and discard. the members would gather around every wednesday, getting high as they listened to the voicemails desperate girls they'd ghosted had sent them, laughing at their sobs.

rafe cameron was the worst.

a legacy, the fraternity president, and the founder of kappa sigma's official playbook, a little black notebook they'd write down the names of the girls they'd hooked up with (if they remembered them, if they couldn't, they'd write down some defining characteristic, like 'braceface', or 'blonde with big tits') and rate them.

he also had the most names written down. but he was starting to get bored of it, bored of sleeping around with girls who were so predictable, who didn't require any work. who'd get on their knees for him immediately even if he called them by the wrong name. easy girls.

rafe brought the joint away from his lips, blowing smoke out slowly, his eyes half-lidded in thought. he turned to topper, tutting his lips, "top, aren't you getting bored of this shit?"

topper's tongue was too busy being stuck down some drunk girl's throat as she straddled his lap, grinding into him like a bitch in heat, but topper pushed her lips away from his, turning to his friend breathlessly, "bored of what?"

"you know." rafe gestured to the girl in his own lap, "hooking up with some random girl every night who already worship the ground we walk on. y'know, easy girls."

"what are you saying?" topper scoffed, "you want a relationship or something?" the way he said it was like a relationship was the most disgusting thing ever, "fuck no." rafe furrowed his brows in similar disgust, "i'm saying, i want a challenge. i want someone who won't just drop her fucking panties the moment i say her name."

"good luck finding someone like that." topper scoffed, going back to the girl.

"fuck, it's hot out here..." topper mumbled, pouring some water from his water bottle over his face, rubbing it into his skin, rafe's skin covered by a sheen of sweat, just having finished football practice. he ran a hand through his short hair, taking a drink out of his own water bottle. "so, you going to that alpha kappa alpha thing tonight or what?" kelce asked, his breathing heavy.

"i dunno." rafe shrugged, making kelce look at him with furrowed brows, "why?" "it's boring."

"not this shit again." topper groaned, kelce now turning to look at him in question, "the other day rafe started bitchin' about how girls are 'too easy' and it's 'boring'. in my opinion," topper slapped rafe on the shoulder, "he just can't appreciate a good thing. says he wants someone who 'won't fall to her knees just 'cause he looks at them'."

"there aren't that many girls like that here." kelce shrugged, "shit out of luck."

"that's what i told him!" topper exclaimed, taking a drink from his water bottle, wiping the remnants of the liquid to the back of his sleeve, "maybe you could find some freak, or a nerd." kelce suggested, "yeah, like her." topper snorted, nodding his head towards the bleachers. you weren't a freak. you were the freak.

you weren't even doing anything weird, really. just sitting at the bleachers, writing something into a notebook, occasionally taking bites out of one of those soggy pre-packaged sandwiches you could get out of vending machines all around campus. but you had a reputation.

the strange girl who spent most of her time on her own, who all his friends brushed off as 'some weirdo', who spent more time interacting with animals than real people, who people said they'd sometimes seen walking barefoot around the campus in the middle of the night wearing nothing but a long white nightgown, everyone thinking they were hallucinating the girl from ringu.

you'd switched to kildare university in the second year, and yet you hadn't made a single friend.

rafe's eyes narrowed, a slight grin playing on his lips, "yeah. like her."

"no way." topper snorted, "rafe, i was fucking around. i swear, she's gonna fuckin' cannibalize you or sacrifice you to satan. either way, this'll end up with you dead."

"nah." rafe tsked, "she's perfect."

[cxvii666]

“DOWN WITH THE TRUMPETS”

“when i get down, i get respect now”

feat. denki k.

wc: 780

mdni 😴

“don't talk with your mouth full, it's bad manners.”

denki kaminari is a yapper.

he can talk for japan.

about nothing, and everything. about his little hobbies and interests, like the time he got really into origami for two weeks and folded fifty paper cranes before getting distracted by baking videos. about a bug he saw one time that kind of looked like pikachu if you squinted. about an anime he watched five years ago that reminded him of a tiktok he saw yesterday—actually, no, it reminded him of two tiktoks, and he’ll pull them both up even though you’re in the middle of eating.

he doesn't even realize he's doing it. he just talks.

before you started dating, he once spent two full hours explaining the entire five nights at freddy’s lore to you. he even brought a whiteboard. he drew a timeline. there were arrows, names, color-coded events. he kept glancing at you nervously, like he was waiting for you to run. you thought he was fucking psychotic, but according to all his friends that was his weak attempt at flirting.

he talks in his sleep too. full conversations. one night, around 3 a.m., he whispered, “gregory… you have to hide.” and you just laid there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what choices in life had led you here. he was completely out. you even poked him and he just mumbled something about “security breach.”

you didn't sleep much that night. he did.

you hear him on the phone all the time. he’s loud. his voice carries. you don’t even need to be in the same room to catch half the story. in group calls, he’s that guy—never letting anyone finish a sentence, always jumping back in because he just remembered another detail, or because he needs to relate something someone said to a completely different topic.

he narrates everything he does. it’s like living with a one-man podcast. making a sandwich? you’re getting a full tutorial with sound effects. brushing his teeth? he gives ratings to the toothpaste flavor like he’s doing a mukbang. finding a sock under the bed? live drama, complete with shocked gasps and a full backstory on how the sock ended up there.

he doesn't mean to talk so much, honestly, he can't help himself. he just… gets excited. he thinks out loud. he loves sharing things. his brain moves fast, and his mouth just tries to keep up.

"s-so sorry baby, your pussy just tastes so—mmf."

so sometimes you have to shut him up. the only way you know how.

his long eyelashes flutter against flushed cheeks, those bambi eyes of his wide and glassy as he looks up at you from between your thighs.

his fingers gripping the fat of your thighs as he drags your pussy back down onto his mouth. tongue greedy, he mouths at you like you're divine. slow, wet, sloppy kisses, tongue flicking then flattening, dipping in and out like he’s tasting something sacred. he hums against you, needy and messy and so, so fucking eager.

but as he pauses to catch his breath, you realise, he's still running his mouth.

with eyes locked onto the sticky mess he's made, his mouth is still moving, lips slick and parted as he mumbles god knows what into your pussy. eyes fixed on the mess he's made, like he's hypnotized. and the worst part? you can feel it. the vibrations, the breathy whispers, the praise he's spilling straight into your cunt. you strain to make out the words, and between the rush of blood in your ears you catch bits and pieces. "t-thank youuu, so fu-ucking good for me, you’re perfect, so warm, so wet, love you, love you, love yo—"

you roll your eyes and cut his praises short with a forceful tug of his hair. not too hard. just enough. it makes him whine into you, the sound all breath and heat, and you feel his hips twitch against the mattress. he loves it when you take control. he melts for it.

"denki, sweetie, what have i told you?" you sigh contently when his tongue starts doing circles on your clit, "no talking while you're eating."

he doesn’t answer with words—he knows better. just moans, all obedient and desperate, nodding his head so fast his blonde locs shake. sweat glistens on his forehead, some strands of hair sticking to it. you brush them away gently, and his amber eyes snap up to meet yours.

they're wide. glassy. brimming with devotion.

he's docile, pliable. he listens, does what he's told.

and for now, he's quiet.

but you'll keep him here until he's learnt his lesson.

[georgeclarkeys]

tiktok trend series - george clarkey x reader

summary: you make george's friends be mean to you for a tiktok trend - 800 words

hi friends!! this is the first installment in my new tiktok trend series about your fav uk youtubers and your fav tiktok trends!! please please please send me any ideas you might have for this, especially a trend or a person you would like to see featured!!

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Scrolling through TikTok was beginning to find a permanent spot in your nighttime routine. It had been several years since your account blew up, so you convinced yourself that you were doing research for new video ideas every time you spent an hour or so watching before bed. One recent trend was definitely piquing your interest, and with the help of your boyfriend's friends, you were confident that you could pull it off. Creators were staging a “who’s most likely to” game with someone close to their significant other, and asking the other person to be mean to them in order to catch their partner's reaction. You had the perfect idea, and were planning on getting a great reaction out of George.

~

It was an unusual evening at Casa Clarke-Dixon-Hill. All three roommates were home, and no one was streaming or working, so you managed to round them up and convince them to film a TikTok with you. You had talked to Arthur and Chris beforehand, letting them in on the prank and giving them permission to be as mean as they could, but George was clueless. 

You placed your phone on the tripod and sat in a row, with Chris and Arthur on either side of you, and George standing behind looking curious. 

Pressing record, you smiled, “Hey friends! Today I am joined by George, Arthur, and Chris, and we’re going to be playing a game of “who’s most likely to” where all of the answers are decided by George!” 

All three of the boys let out a small cheer.

“Alright, George, who has the best voice?”

“Oh wow, starting off with a difficult one are we?” he laughed, “Obviously my singer friend Arthur.” 

Arthur pumped his fist and cheered, “Yes! I’m just glad you didn’t say (Y/N), she sounds about like nails on a chalkboard.”

You saw George make a bit of a face in the camera before saying, “(Y/N) has a lovely voice.”

Ignoring the comment from Arthur, you continued, “Okay next, who is the smartest?”

George’s eyes bounced between the three of you in deep thought before calling out, “(Y/N).”

You turned around to smile at him, while Arthur and Chris shook their heads. George was suspiciously eyeing both of them as they looked at each other. Chris leaned past you to say to Arthur, “there is absolutely no way he actually thinks she’s smarter than either of us, right? She’s a TikToker for crying out loud.”

Arthur laughed and answered, “I thought he was joking to be honest.”

Your boyfriend was not laughing, he eyed the camera warily before putting on an exaggerated confused face in an attempt to ease the tension, “is this a who’s most likely to quiz, or an everyone bully George’s beautiful girlfriend quiz?”

You laughed awkwardly, doing your best to play into the uncomfortable atmosphere that was rapidly growing. 

“Anyways, who’s the meanest?”

George does not even hesitate before answering, “Chris.”

Chris’s head turns around, eyes wide with shock, “you’re actually joking.”

“I would have said (Y/N),” Arthur mumbled, loud enough to hear.

“I would have said (Y/N) too!” Chris exclaimed, “she’s so unnecessarily rude all the time!”

You sat back with wide eyes and listened to the chaos unfold, watching George’s face grow red as his flatmates continued ripping into you.

“What the hell is going on!” he snapped, looking back and forth between his two friends, “Why are both of you being such dickheads to (Y/N)? Don’t talk about her like that.” He grabbed your hand to pull you up from your seat, “C’mon babe, delete that video. Let’s go film something else for you to post.”

Before he could grab your phone you decided it was time to give yourself up, “it’s a joke! It’s a trend!” 

He turned back to look at you, “what?”

“I put them up to it. I told them to be mean to me.”

“Well that’s a fucking relief,” he laughed and put a hand over his heart, “I thought I was going to have to move out, oh my days.” 

~

By the end of the day the video had over a million views, and a comment section filled with women thirsting over your boyfriend.

comments

user1: okay but why is george so sexy when he’s mad…

georgeclarkeey: This is something I would expect from Chris, but Arthur threw me off

user2: yes george defend your gf 😫

arthurhill69: i am so sorry queen (y/n) i love you

user3: (y/n) where did you find this man he’s perfect

user4: where’s the green flag guy

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P.3. Hopefully Charming?

Part Three

Pairings: Mafia!Bat Boys / Clueless!Reader

Summary: Reader finally goes on her first date with the batboys!

Word Count: 1.7K+

Tags: first dates, flirting, skirting around heavy topics of convo, author lowkey hates this chapter and might rewrite it.

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I looked at myself in the mirror with a small smile. I had the dress stuffed in the back of my closet for a while, it had been a good night for tips when I bought it and I'd had my eye on the gorgeous black piece in the window for awhile. I justified it pretty well but truth be told this was the first time I'd worn it since that night a few months ago. 

The sparkly black fabric hugged all my curves in all the perfect places, accentating just right in the areas of my body I sometimes felt insecure in. I had my hair curled and in a bun framing my face and I felt beautiful. I had kept the jewelry light but worn some of my favorites.

They hadn't told me where we would be going just yet, only to be ready by 7 and to look nice. My stomach flipped at the memory of who I was going out with- my bosses. plural. 

I shuddered in excitment, leaving my bedroom with my matching black heels in hand. A quick glance at my phone told me it was 6:54 and after slipping my shoes on and grabbing my purse I headed to lobby. 

My mind whirled the whole elevator ride down. I'd been working there for a almost a year and hadn't noticed any signs they found me interesting. I shouldn't be going out with my bosses, what would my coworkers say? what if this went horrible wrong and I was out of a job?

The elevator doors dinged open and there I saw Rhysand entering the lobby all my worries draining as my heart fluttered at the smile he gave me. Even though it was stupid as all hell. I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine whenever any three of them looked at me like that. 

I started walking towards him and once he was in earshot he spoke first. "I would've come up and retrieved you." 

"Well what kinda girl would I be to let you see my place before the first date even started?" 

"I don't think it says anything about you, but certainly about what kind of man I am for not even walking all the way to your front door." I just rolled my eyes and as soon as I reached him he pressed a kiss to my hand, those almost violet eyes roving over me appreciatively. "You look absolutely stunning darling." 

"You clean up pretty well yourself." 

He smiled, offering me his arm and I took it. "Thank you, I don't have to try all that hard."

I couldn't help but chuckle, the cool wind brushing against my neck as we stepped outside and making goosebumps run up my arm, certainly not because of his close proximity. "I revoke my earlier compliment then, seeing as your ego is certainly big enough without my help." 

He placed his free hand where his heart was, feigning hurt. "Ouch. And here I thought I was making progress." 

I didn't get a chance to respond as he opened the car door for me, making sure I was seated before closing it and heading to the driver's side. I couldn't appreciate the leather seats and nice interior when I noticed Cassian and Azriel weren't in the car. 

"Don't worry darling they were elected to set up the resturant while I get to be your personal chauffeur." 

I blushed slightly, embarassed he could read my disappointment so easily but quickly changed the topic. "So it's a resturant then?"

He didn't say anything just as I exepected, they'd been infuriating quiet the entire week. He just roared the engine to life and headed down the streets of Velaris. "I hope it's not Sevanda's I've heard that place sucks." 

Even though I was slightly joking I truly hoped he didn't take me to his own resturant I'd already spent enough time there as is, taking me on a date there seemed a bit egotistical.

He chuckled and I couldn't help but notice how good he looks behind the wheel of a fast car, his strong hands gripping the leather confidently as if he'd done this a thousand times or more. Leaning back in the seat to get comfortable. "I've heard the owner's are especially wicked."

"I've met them, they're not that bad."

"No?"

"Nah, except they totally hijacked my date, very rude to be butting in their employees personal lives." 

"You should go to the National Resturant Association. That's very unprofessional." 

I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of me. "Well it's a good thing I think they're cute."

"Don't let Cassian hear you say that. I don't think any of us will ever live it down." 

I turned to smile at him, only to realize his eyes were on mine before returning to the road. His hand quietly fell off the steering wheel and settled on my thigh just slightly above my thigh, his body tensed as if waiting for a rejection.

The touch sent electricty through my skin and I my heart started beating faster. In reality we didn't know each other all that well even if there had been..moments. 

I however didn't make a move to remove it, content to let this feeling last however long it would. Wishing he would move those hands further up.

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I couldn't help but gasp in awe when we arrived, Rhysand had his eyes covering mine during the elevator ride and after a few steps he finally removed them. It was a rooftop resturant, with dim lights and expensive seating. I could see the whole city for miles. "Where are we?" 

"Le cœur"

I whirled around to face him. "You're joking."

He cocked his head to the side. "No."

"It's friday night and this place is completely empty. Le cœur is always busy, my friend works here."

He just shrugged his shoulders. "I have friends here too."

"Are you trying to intimidate me with your money?" I joked. 

"We were trying to show off." A familiar voice said from behind me and I turned to face Cassian and Azriel. Grateful to see them. "Is it working?" Rhys asked, leading me to a the closest table with the best view. Velaris spread out below us the Sidra glinting in the setting sun.

"Write me a check then we'll see." 

Cassian laughed, claiming the spot right next to me while Azriel and Rhysand took the seats across. "I'm kidding obviously, this is so beautiful thank you so much." I added sincerely. Hoping they werent thinking I was trying to take advantage of them. 

Azriel brushed it off but Rhysand locked eyes with me for a few moments "You're welcome." A waiter appeared with a bottle of wine and a few glasses keeping his eyes glued to the floor. He silently slipped away after that and I didn't even get a chance to thank him. 

"Did you already order?" I asked when I realized there was no menus. "Trust me, Alice cooks what you will enjoy." Cassian said appreciatively patting his stomach. 

I laughed and Azriel silently poured me a glass of wine. "Do you usually go all out with the women you date?"

"Only the extremely beauitful ones." Cassian spoke, his eyes on me and I flushed under his attention.

"We also don't date together…wanted to make it special."

"Wait what?" I turned to face Azriel, Rhys leaned back in his seat his fingers drumming against his wine glass. "Your a unique case." 

"I…don't know what to say to that." I admitted, of course I preened under their attention, who wouldn't? and the fact that they all wanted me enough to share me was a sobering reality, even if it had my heart flipping inside out. 

"You don't have to say anything. It's just important that you know it." Rhys was obviously the smooth talker of the three and I was grateful for his charm easing the tension. I didn't realize how they felt and it made me.…giddy. 

"I don't know how to be on a date with three people." It's my first time being shared too. I silently said and Azriel nodded in quiet understanding yet the man to my side spoke first. "That's alright princess just let us take the lead."

Cassian's smile was infectious and I found myself relaxing with his light charm. "Well what do you like to do for fun?"

"Oh none of those icebreaker questions that's so awkward." I hid a mishevious smile behind my glass. "What do you suggest we talk about then love?" Azriel murmured, leaning forward in his chair to further capture my attention. 

"What's the dumbest thing you've all ever done?"

"Oof went straight for it huh?” Cassian chuckled.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Alright alright. The dumbest thing I've ever done was sneak into Rhys's dad's whiskey cabinent. I was 16 and when he found out about it he was not happy. I ran laps at five am for a whole year rain or shine."

"Wait wait, I thought you were all brothers?" I asked, Cassian had said rhys dad, not ours. 

"Not biologically but we grew up just as close." Rhys said sharing a heavy look with the two other males, spinning a ring on his finger as if in thought. I decided not to push it ay further as it seemed there was a big story there for another time. "And you Azriel, what's the dumbest thing you've ever done?"

"Drive without a sealtbelt." He shrugged and I raised my eyebrows at him. "Driving without a seatbealt? Come on, that's such a lie."

The edges of his lips barely lifted but I noticed and it felt like a small victory from the stoic male. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He repeated my words from earlier and I crossed my arms over my chest. "That's how it's going to be?" 

He didn't say anything just waited for me to contiune and I huffed, taking a pause to think. "The dumbest thing I've ever done was…take seven shots of tequila the night before a big test at med school. They kinda kicked me out.”

"I didn't know you were in school." "Yep." I popped the p before taking a sip of my wine. "I was going to drop out sooner or later so it doesn't matter." I waved the conversation off, hoping to avoid talking about it further. 

Azriel nodded again. "The dumbest thing I've ever done is steal a car."

"You did what?!" I asked and just like that the night kicked off. 

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Unnatural Affinity- Part 4

Isekai!Reader x Love and Deepspace

wc: ~2.4k

cw: angst, flirty rafayel but he’s suspicious, em and reader argue but make up, reader wears a dress, existentialism, nero’s at the beginning and he’s really shy, implied stalking, existentialism part 2, envy, idk reader is having a crisis in every part i feel like you know the drill by now

Synopsis: You’re getting used to life in Linkon, used to the Hunter’s Association working alongside Nero, used to coming home with Em. You’re slightly panicked about your interactions with Zayne and Xavier, but as long as you don’t meet any other Love Interests, it should be fine, right? Just one problem: you and Em were invited to a certain artist’s newest exhibit, and he seems interested in something more than explaining his vision.

author’s note: I love writing Rafayel so much he’s so fun! I’m really looking forward to the next part with a certain crow. I’m trying to slowly escalate things, am I doing a good job? Eh, we’ll see. I’m trying not to pit Em and Reader against each other but I also have to create some sort of tension between them for it to make sense soooo oh well. I still don’t know how many parts this will be or how I’m gonna end it :( let me know if y’all have any ideas, ending or just random plot points! You can send an ask or leave a comment <3

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“Hey, Nero, what do you think of this dress?” You turned your phone around to show him a picture of you in a flattering navy dress. It showed more of your body than the clothes you frequently wore to the Association, which clearly caught Nero by surprise given the dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“Uh, it’s very…” he stuttered as his cheeks grew redder and redder. He finally glanced away from you and the picture. “You look very pretty,” he muttered.

You turned the phone back around, looking at the picture yourself. “Do you think it’s alright for a fancy art exhibit? I don’t want to look out of place,” you explained.

Nero shook his head softly. “You look perfect.” His eyes widened. “I mean, it’s perfect! I didn’t— I wasn’t— I’m not flirting with you!” He dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry.” His words were muffled.

You laughed, causing him to turn his head and peek at you through his hands. “It’s alright, Nero. And thank you.” You smiled, and he looked back away. You stood up, ruffling his hair as you walked away. “You’re so cute, Nero.” You heard him make a small squeak of surprise before you shut the door.

Quickly making your way through the Hunter’s Association, you dodged carts and hunters in different sections. Research, medic, combat, until finally you reached the rows of desks and cubicles belonging to the Hunters.

The layout of the Hunter’s Association was much harder to learn than your apartment. Which made sense, of course. An entire corporation is obviously more complex than a simple two bedroom apartment.

It was unnecessarily complicated, though, you thought. Research was so secluded from the rest of the employees, and the setup for Hunters was so messy. You understood that they weren’t at their desks often, instead off on missions, but it was still ridiculous.

Luckily, Em’s desk was easy to find; Just look for the smaller claw machine plushies she proudly displayed. Catching sight of Artsy Birb, you weaved through desks and Hunters alike before standing in front of Em. You drummed your fingers on her desk, waiting for her to finish typing before you spoke. When she stopped and looked at you, you took it as your cue.

“So, about this art exhibit tonight,” you began.

“Oh, yeah!” Em smiled. “I think it starts at around eight o’clock. Something about the night emphasizing the beauty of the art or whatever.” She waved her hand carelessly. “We can get dinner before hand! It’s been a while since we had a fancy night out,” she said excitedly.

You grinned. “Alright, but I don’t know if I can afford too fancy.”

“I know,” Em groaned. “Our humble hunters’ salary can barely get us our dresses for tonight.” She rolled her eyes.

“Do you think we need to leave early? How far away is this exhibit?” you asked.

Em shrugged noncommittally. “It shouldn’t take too long. I don’t think we’ll need to leave early.”

It was 6:00 by the time you left the Association.

It took the both of you around an hour to get ready despite rushing.

It was 7:20 by the time you left the apartment.

“I knew we should have left earlier,” you muttered.

Em scoffed. “Well, why didn’t you say anything?”

“You’re the one who knew where we had to go!” Your hands tightened against the steering wheel. “Why wouldn’t I trust your judgment?”

Em huffed, looking out the passenger window. “I guess it doesn’t matter now.”

You sighed, making another turn. Em looked at you hesitantly, A few minutes passed in silence.

“I’m sorry!”she blurted out.

You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye. “I am, too,” you agreed.

“No, you were right. I shouldn’t have gotten mad.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“You had every right to, though.” Her shoulders slumped. “Do you hate me now?” She looked to you with wide eyes.

“No,” you murmured. “Bonds can’t be so easily broken.”

The crash of waves could barely be heard over the loud chatter of the exhibition. Moonlight poured in from the windowed ceilings, casting an ethereal light on the paintings displayed.

When you’d first arrived, you hovered around Em. You let her take control of social situations like she always did, offering polite smiles and nods whenever you were briefly addressed. Although she didn’t know much about art, she certainly knew people. She gracefully navigated each interaction, and you felt like you were scrambling to catch up, trying to not be left behind.

You weren’t sure when exactly you’d gotten separated, but you managed to find a part of the exhibit that didn’t receive as much traffic. There were only a handful of people within sight, each in their own worlds. You weren’t approached, weren’t tugged along to be introduced to anyone knew, weren’t pressured to socialize. You felt your the pressure in your chest ease as you observed the swirl of colors on the canvas before you.

The canvas, despite being startling in size, was one of the smaller ones on display. You suspected that was why there weren’t as many people gathered around it as some of the other, larger paintings. It wasn’t as eye-catching, didn’t take up as much space as some of the others.

Something you understood more than you’d like to admit.

It was beautiful, though, blues and pinks mixing and mingling in perfect harmony. There were flashes of brighter colors here and there, like the deep red interspersed throughout. You knew nearly all of the paintings here depicted the sea, but there was something different about this one. You didn’t think it was the ocean, but something else.

Something familiar. Something mysterious.

“Do you like that one?” A voice came from behind you.

You turned, breath catching as you immediately caught sight of purple hair. You tilted your chin to meet his eyes, a similar swirl of blue and pink to the painting in front of you.

He was taller than you expected. You’d known Xavier and Zayne were tall, and they certainly acted like it, but there was something about him that didn’t seem to carry that height. Like he tried to make himself smaller, easier to fit.

Against your better judgment, you smiled, offering a slight nod.

Maybe it’s best not to say much this time.

He nodded approvingly. “So do I. Haven’t seen many people stop in front of it, though.” He stepped closer, his shoulder brushing against yours as you both faced the painting. He leaned closer to your ear. “I’m Rafayel, by the way.”

You swallowed thickly. “I know.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I mean—” You cursed yourself internally for not just introducing yourself. “It’s just that your friends with my roommate, so I know who you are,” you explained.

He nodded in understanding. “I know who you are, too.” When he caught sight of your widened eyes, he chuckled. “What kind of friend would I be to Em if I didn’t even know who her roommate was?”

It sounded like such a casual comment, not something to linger on, but you knew: He knew who you were because he’d been stalking Em. It was a plot point in Love and Deepspace, how had you forgotten that?

And just how much did he know?

“Are you looking for her?” you asked. “Because I won’t be much help. I lost her a while ago.”

Rafayel shook his head softly. “No, she’s somewhere over there.” He made a vague motion towards the main room of the exhibit. “I think she was talking to Thomas. For some reason.” You didn’t notice his watchful eyes on you as you laughed at his exaggerated expression. “No, I’m much more interested in you,” he murmured with a teasing smile.

Despite your internal screams, you laughed lightly.

What does he mean interested?

You wouldn’t put it past him to try and get you on his side to get some more personal information on Em, what with the whole stalker thing and everything, but would he really need your help with that?

One thought came to your mind, though: Zayne and Xavier.

You knew Rafayel wore many masks, so he could just be charming as a means to an end, but the thought of the other Love Interests gave you pause. Something was clearly affected because of your presence here. They seemed more comfortable with you than with Em, but why was that?

Why should someone from an entirely different world forge a greater connection than a love across lifetimes?

You couldn’t deny it, though. There was something so comfortable when interacting with each of the Love Interests. You were immediately put at ease, like you were talking to a friend you’d known for years and not a man you’d only just been introduced to. It was as Zayne said: Like I’ve loved you before.

“Helloooo?” Rafayel lightly knocked on your forehead, bringing you back to the conversation in front of you.

“Sorry,” you muttered, averting your eyes. “Shouldn’t you be talking to patrons or something?”

“Nah,” he dismissed carelessly. “They only like my paintings because they’re popular.” He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. The ends of his lips threatened to curve upwards. “I’d much prefer to talk to someone that actually enjoys it and understands it.” Though he kept his eyes on you, Rafayel directed your gaze back to the canvas. “This piece is different from anything else I’ve painted. I always paint what I feel, but that afternoon I felt something shift. I wanted to paint the feeling.”

You nodded, enthralled by his explanation. The way he spoke was mesmerizing, intriguing, like he always aimed to leave you wanting more. “What happened that afternoon?”

“I actually don’t know,” he chuckled. “It was about a week ago. Or maybe it was two? It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged. “It must have been around lunchtime that I just felt something change. Like the universe was molding into something different.”

An afternoon a week or two ago?

Your chest tightened again.

That was when you first arrived in Linkon.

What if the universe was molding into something different to fit you?

“There you are!” Em’s voice rang through the exhibit, bright and cheery. You had to hold yourself back from groaning as she approached. Now was the perfect time for you to get more information from a Love Interest, but it was as if Em have a gravitational pull to each of them. She was constantly around them if she could be, unless she decided she didn’t want them.

They bent to her will, something you’d relate to but couldn’t fully understand. Why would they willingly have their hearts crushed? Each man knew at least one other Love Interest, knew there was competition, so why were they all so certain they would win her love? What would happen to those that didn’t?

“I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Em smiled, looking between you and Rafayel.

“Actually, we just met.” Rafayel slung a loose arm around you, a movement that seemed so practiced you barely even flinched. Em, however, did, something almost unreadable passing through her eyes. You tried to place it. Was it jealousy? Confusion? Whatever it was, it was gone nearly as soon as it appeared.

Em nodded, silence lingering for a moment too long. “Well, I think we should be getting home. It’s been a long week and I’m tired.” She made a show of sagging her shoulders, earning a laugh out of Rafayel that sounded ever so slightly forced to you.

You were probably just imagining it, right?

Em grabbed your arm, pulling you out of Rafayel’s grasp and next to her. He stumbled slightly but quickly recovered, his blinding smile appearing.

“Here, let me get your phone number.” At your raised eyebrow, he explained, “In case there’s something about Em we need to talk about.”

How were you supposed to argue with that. You took his phone without saying a word, trying to remember your number as you typed it. Finding yourself typing in your number from your other life, you quickly erased it, wondering how much of that you would remain after you got used to this life.

You handed it back, muttering a quick goodbye as Em swept you away. Rafayel watched you both as you left, his smile slowly dropping until you were out of sight.

Em drove home, a sort of tension in her that neither of you addressed. The ride was silent for the most part, save for some small bits of conversation here and there.

Why couldn’t you click with Em when you could with the Love Interests? What was so different?

The apartment was as dark as the night sky when you entered, flicking on the light and kicking your shoes off. You checked the clock.

Nearly midnight.

“I’m so glad we don’t have work tomorrow,” you groaned.

“I know!” Em kicked off her own heels, turning around in front of you. “Could you unzip me please?”

You murmured a quick yes and helped her out of her gown, thankful when she helped you with yours. There was an unspoken intimacy between you two that you’d notice grow as you spent more time together. It’d been so long since you’d had a friend so close by, you’d almost forgotten how to act.

As you slipped on a worn pair of sweatpants, your phone chimed with an unknown number.

hey cutie

dun forget me

if you do ill blow bubbles at you

Rafayel.

You stared at the message for what felt like forever.

How were you supposed to respond?

And who was he calling cutie?

You could hear Em in the living room, giggling over the phone. One of her reverse harem, you figured. Saying something sweet and flirty and acting dumb about it.

You loved Em. You did. It was hard not to. But there was still something so unnerving about her. She was made to be liked as a main character. It was all a script. Nothing felt genuine. Nothing felt real.

And then there was the envy.

Just like liking her, it was hard not to be envious of her. She had everything. A career, recognition, and so much love.

You knew she suffered, that there was so much trauma behind her smile, but it still resulted in so much happiness.

How come yours couldn’t?

Yours, that stuck behind you like a shadow, constantly looming.

A constant reminder.

You weren’t experimented on as a child, didn’t lose your best friend and your guardian in early adulthood. Your trauma wasn’t worse than Em’s, you thought.

So how come it affected you so much?

Where was your happiness?

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[mintyys-blog]

Hi I love your writing and invincible stuff so much if it’s not too much, could you make the mark variants with reader who is still trying to recover from a bad relationship and she’s healed from it but she’s just afraid to date anyone because she’s afraid that she’ll have to deal with it again .

Please and thank you 🍰

HEADCANONS | variants with s/o who came from a toxic relationship

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: mention of toxic relationships, murder, toxic behaviour (Sinsiter Mark)

Kindly respect my work. No reposts, translations, or rewrites — AI-generated or not — without my consent. © @mintyys-blog

MAIN MARK

Mark doesn’t rush her. He knows what it’s like to be hurt, to question everything, to feel like love might never be safe again. So he’s patient — endlessly so. When she hesitates, when she pulls back even after they’ve laughed all night, he doesn’t get upset. He just smiles, soft and steady, and says, “It’s okay. Take your time.”

He makes sure she knows she can talk to him, always. “Communication’s important,” he tells her one night while they’re watching the stars. “Even if it’s hard. Even if it’s messy. You don’t have to keep anything inside when you’re with me.”

And he means it. He never pushes her to share, but when she does — even in fragments — he listens. No judgment. No pressure. Just a boy who cares, who wants to be the safe place someone else couldn’t be.

He shows love in small, quiet ways: warming up her favorite food after a long day, sending her random messages just to check in, holding her hand just long enough for her to squeeze back. Every time she opens up, he treats it like a gift. Because to him, it is.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” he whispers into her hair once, holding her close. “You just have to be you. I can handle the rest.”

MOHAWK MARK

The second he finds out what her ex put her through — the control, the emotional bruises, the way she still flinches when people raise their voices — his entire mood shifts. The air stills around him. His fists curl at his sides, jaw tight. He doesn’t say anything at first, just seethes.

“He’s still walking around like nothing happened?” he mutters, voice low and dangerous. She panics a little, tugging at his sleeve, already telling him not to do anything reckless.

“I’m not gonna kill him,” he says, but it sounds more like a promise to himself than to her. And yet with her, it’s different.

Mark isn’t soft by nature, but he’s steady. Protective. When she admits that she’s scared of dating again — scared that maybe this is just how love goes — he doesn’t laugh or dismiss her. He doesn’t rush her either. He just nods, quiet, and says, “Then we take it slow. No pressure.”

He doesn’t know how to say I’m proud of you without sounding gruff, so he shows it in little things — letting her vent without judgment, brushing her hand when she gets nervous, standing behind her like a wall when things feel overwhelming.

“If you ever feel like things are too much,” he says one night, “you can lean on me. I’m not going anywhere.”

And she believes him — not because he says the perfect words, but because he means them. Because no matter how messy things get, he’s not afraid of what comes with her healing. He’s not here for the version of her that smiles all the time — he’s here for all of it.“You’ve been through hell,” he says, brushing her cheek with his thumb, “but you’re still standing. That matters.”

SINISTER MARK

He’s not interested in healing her — not really. He’s interested in owning her. And the moment he learns about her past relationship, something cold and calculating flickers behind his eyes. “Oh, so that’s why you flinch when people raise their voice,” he mutters once, with a faint smirk. “Cute.”

He tracks down her ex — doesn’t say a word about it, doesn’t even seem angry — but the man disappears shortly after. And when she asks if he had anything to do with it, Mark only shrugs, indifferent. “Doesn’t matter. He won’t hurt you again.”

That should be comforting. But there’s something in his tone that makes it feel more like a threat. He starts slow. Subtle. He doesn’t berate her — not outright — but he plants seeds.

“You’re lucky I’m not like him, right?”

“You always get so emotional. Maybe that’s why he treated you like that.”

“You’d fall apart without me.”

And the twisted part is: he makes her feel loved. In his own warped way. He touches her gently after every cold word. He praises her just enough to make the insults feel like truth. He keeps her just high enough that she doubts the fall.

He never tells her she’s worthless — but he lets her believe she’s only safe in his orbit. That he is the upgrade, the savior, the one who knows her better than anyone else.

And when she finally catches on — when she’s staring in the mirror, trying to remember when she stopped recognizing herself — she’s already in love. Already tangled in him. Already his.

And that’s exactly how he likes it.

OMNI MARK

Mark wouldn’t make a grand show of it.

He wouldn’t shout, wouldn’t threaten — he’d just disappear for a few hours after finding out about the ex who hurt her. No costume. No fanfare. Just him, moving like a silent weapon across continents. When he returns, there’s blood on his knuckles, a shallow cut on his lip, and a calmness in his expression that makes her stomach twist. He doesn’t even bring it up unless she asks.

“He won’t be a problem anymore,” he says simply, wiping his hands on a towel, like he just finished fixing a car instead of ending someone’s life.

It’s terrifying. But also strangely… comforting. Because Mark is not a gentle man. He doesn’t pretend to be. But if he’s with her, it means she’s someone he’s chosen — someone he protects with the same ruthless force he uses to crush enemies.

He’s not soft about it. Not emotional. But sometimes, when she’s quiet or distant — still flinching from ghosts that aren’t there — he’ll wrap an arm around her and press a kiss to the top of her head.

“You don’t need to be afraid anymore,” he murmurs. And he means it. Because in his eyes, love isn’t just affection — it’s annihilation of anything that dares to harm what’s his.

VILTRUMITE MARK

Mark doesn’t need to raise his voice. His presence alone speaks louder than any threat ever could.

The first time someone dared mention her ex in a dismissive tone — just a joke, they said — Mark didn’t even blink. He just stepped forward, calm and composed, and stared them down with the kind of quiet that made the air hard to breathe. “No one disrespects her,” he said, tone even, almost cold. “Not in front of me. Not ever.”

He doesn’t give speeches. He doesn’t need to. The look in his eyes — the weight of centuries of Viltrumite power behind his silence — says everything.

And that reputation follows. People learn quickly that she’s off-limits. Not because she’s fragile. But because she’s his, and Viltrumite Mark doesn’t tolerate disrespect to what he considers sacred.

At home, though, he’s different. He listens. He learns how much the past hurt her, how much she’s trying to rebuild. He might not fully understand human fears — heartbreak, betrayal — but he wants to. For her.

“I can’t erase the past,” he tells her once, fingers brushing her cheek. “But I can make damn sure nothing like that touches you again.” And he means it — with all the terrifying, unwavering certainty that comes with being born a weapon, and choosing to love instead.

PRISONER MARK

Mark isn’t perfect—he’s rough around the edges, scarred inside and out, and built more for survival than softness. But with her, he tries. God, he tries so hard.

He knows what she’s been through. He sees it in the way she flinches at sudden changes in tone, the way she hesitates when she speaks her mind, like she’s bracing to be shut down. And it pisses him off—not at her, but at whoever made her feel that way.

He doesn’t always know what to say, but his actions scream louder than words ever could.

He’s patient, in his own way. He holds her tighter on bad nights. Doesn’t push when she pulls away. Lets her set the pace. And when she questions why he even stays—why he bothers—his voice goes low, serious.

“Because you deserve someone who doesn’t make you afraid to love again.”

He never calls what they have perfect, but it’s real. He brings her little things—stupid trinkets he finds, pieces of the outside world he knows she’ll like. Cooks for her when he can. Rests his scarred head in her lap, looking up at her like she’s the only soft thing left in his world.

He might’ve come from a place built on cruelty, but with her, he’s learning something else—what it really means to protect. To love. To be more than what he was made for.

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[ohnoitstbskyen]

Do you have a process for scripting your design hot take shorts? (I’m considering trying out a similar format for Cookie Run Kingdom design hot takes)

I do, yeah, but it's nothing special. With a few exceptions, the structure I follow are essentially the same as what you'd use for any typical long-form essay: Introduction -> argumentation -> conclusion.

The extreme brevity of short-form video does force me to sometimes combine or compress those discrete steps in odd ways, and I obviously take a much more conversational/casual tone than you would in a formal essay, but my videos are usually pretty consistent in following this general flow.

Lemme post an example, this is my review of the Munna/Musharna Pokémon line. Introduction, argumentation, conclusion.

Bulbapedia has it that Munna and Musharna are based on a Japanese style of censer for burning incense, which, huh, that's interesting, a pretty cool concept and it squares perfectly with the smoke trail from Musharna's head. For my money, I've always felt like they are kind of like the Adventure Time version of Drowzee and Hypno, or maybe there's a little bit of a Moomins vibe to them - like, they're the kind of odd creature Moominpappa would have encountered on one of his many adventures. And as a creature fundamentally of dreams, of the shapeless psychic, a daemon of the Immaterium, Munna really really works for me. Something in its proportions, that slightly odd hump on its back and the gem-like eyes and hanging snout, and those flowers painted onto its side in an almost childish way, it feels like the look of an imaginary friend or some strange creature you would imagine in a fever dream. Not scary or nightmarish, but not quite comforting either, just a little too odd for comfort. Musharna, with the plume of psychic smoke out of its head, continues that vibe, complementing the sleep theme by quite literally just being asleep. Its body pattern also looks a little bit to me like a pajama onesie or a muumuu, something soft and comfortable. I do also like the little tiny trick happening here, Musharna is so curled into a ball that you kind of don't notice that it actually has a longer body with arms and legs and could stand upright, and the moment you imagine this creature actually standing upright, well, suddenly it gets kinda weird and freaky again, doesn't it? They aren't impressive and they don't have a "wow" factor but… genuinely, the more I think about them, the more I become convinced that these are absolutely perfect designs for a dream-themed Pokémon. Grade: S

This isn't nearly as rigorous or extensive as a longer-form essay gets to be, nor is the argumentation particularly in-depth, but you can see the structure of it, right?

Structure and format are also extremely helpful when writing very short videos, it helps a LOT in keeping things constrained and focused. I tend to focus my reviews of Pokémon or League of Legends skins very narrowly on character design, for example, ignoring things like visual effects and voiceover, or movesets and battle stats. Similarly, all my One Piece shorts are structured around finding "the best panel" of each chapter of the manga. Format helps things stay focused and avoid sprawling, and makes it a lot easier to produce multiple scripts for a video series because you can kind of just plug your thoughts into the format without having to invent a bespoke structure each time.

[youaremyeverydesire333]

I stay wishing dreaming and praying every single day I wake up and start my day that I will someday soon meet and find my someone whom I have been waiting for n dreaming about for most of my life. I know it will happen one day. Weither it's only to be friends or something more. I really want to manifest new ppl into my life preferably older milf or mature women or finally meet a wonderful transgender, transwoman because I have always stated n always will that no other genders will ever even compare to being as physically attractive and damn near flawless no matter what or who I'm even interested in finding a sissy, or femboy or transvesti or just a really girly boy 💗 because 90 % of them without question or debate are without comparison so much more breathtakingly beautiful and stunningly gorgeous than any female born female n same for all males born males 💗 not to be hateful just speaking from my perspective Boys make perfect women. Don't matter ifnits preop had surgeries or if they even take hormones or not because like I said I've seen so many feminine guys who just dress up n talk n act like a woman n the majority of those ones r so much more seductive and sexy in my eyes than most real women even dream of

Hello love message me let have fun

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[katnipp]

hi i have a megan request for you <3

megan and fem!reader are both dancers and take the same dance class for “promiscuous” by nelly furtado & timbaland. there’s a lot of back and forth between two sides in the song so the class gets split into two - y/n is part of the group who dances to the guy parts while megan is part of the group who dances to the girl parts. everyone gets paired up and y/n and megan end up getting paired together and there’s a bunch of flirtation between them as they dance together (especially because the lyrics are like a flirty conversation i can see the vision of them just acting out all the lyrics out and flirting constantlyyy). dance class ends with megan giving y/n her number because she has rizz like that

promiscuous girl— megan skiendiel

genre: FLUFF?!??

synopsis: when y/n and megan get paired for a flirty “promiscuous” dance routine, tension sparks—fast. by the end of class, megan’s got her number and y/n’s heart on lock

warning: LOTS of tensions, megan being a major flirt, that’s it 👅

—

“you need to calm down,” daniela says.

“i am calm,” y/n replies, eyes glued to the entrance of the studio.

daniela follows her gaze. “oh. she’s here. never mind. you’re doomed.”

megan walks in like she owns the building—hair half-up, headphones around her neck, lips glossed. she smiles at someone near the mirror, but then her eyes catch y/n.

and suddenly the smile is different. pointed. directed.

“y/n,” daniela mutters. “she’s looking at you like you’re the final level of a video game she’s been dying to beat.”

y/n immediately drops her gaze. “i actually hate you.”

“you love me.”

—

megan takes her time stretching, glancing over every few minutes. and when she pulls off her hoodie to reveal a tiny cropped tank, daniela lets out a soft “dear god” under her breath.

“stop looking at her,” y/n hisses.

“then stop making heart eyes every time she breathes.”

“i’m not making heart eyes!”

“you sighed when she adjusted her sports bra.”

“it was a normal sigh!”

daniela shakes her head. “if she flirts with you even once today, you’re cooked.”

“she’s not gonna—”

“hey, y/n.”

megan’s voice is smooth like warm honey. she’s standing in front of them now, casual like it doesn’t completely ruin y/n’s central nervous system.

“oh,” y/n says, blinking. “hi.”

megan smiles. “you on the guy part or the girl part?”

“guy.”

her grin gets bigger. “perfect. i like when you lead.”

daniela quietly chokes.

“you dance hot,” megan says simply, tilting her head. “like, really hot. i notice things.”

“you notice?”

“like the little way your hips move when the beat drops,” she murmurs, glancing y/n up and down like she’s auditioning for the role of love interest. “very… focused.”

daniela claps a hand over her own mouth. “oh my god.”

“and you?” megan asks sweetly. “ready to throw me around the floor, y/n?”

y/n opens and closes her mouth like a broken remote.

“i think she’s buffering,” daniela offers helpfully.

—

when the class starts and the instructor splits everyone into “guy part” and “girl part” groups, megan turns over her shoulder and calls out, “save me a spot, y/n. i like being in your arms.”

y/n nearly trips over her own foot.

“you good?” daniela asks.

“i hate her.”

“you worship her.”

“shut up.”

—

the instructor finally calls for pair work, and of course megan makes a beeline for y/n.

“hi again,” she says, already reaching for y/n’s hand. “we’re gonna make this so hot the mirrors fog up.”

“megan—”

“what?” she bats her lashes. “you scared of a little tension?”

“you’re so full of yourself.”

“you make it really easy.”

—

“promiscuous girl, wherever you are…”

megan glides toward her like she’s on a catwalk, mouthing the lyrics, all eyes and hips.

“i’m all alone, and it’s you that i want…”

y/n responds on cue, but she can’t even focus because megan’s palm is sliding down her arm like they’re in a music video.

“promiscuous boy, you already know…”

megan leans in, breath hot at y/n’s neck.

“i know everything, baby,” she whispers right in time with the beat.

y/n visibly short-circuits.

—

megan spins, presses her back against y/n’s front during the bridge, throwing a flirty glance over her shoulder.

“this is illegal,” daniela whispers from the corner.

“i can’t breathe,” y/n mumbles.

“that’s her plan.”

—

at the final pose, megan twirls into y/n’s space, lips just barely not touching.

“nice job, partner,” she breathes. “you lasted the whole routine.”

“barely,” y/n whispers.

“you want to go again?” megan grins. “or are you afraid i’ll make you fall in love if we do it twice?”

“you are insufferable.”

“but you like it,” she sings.

—

after class, y/n practically flees to grab water, and daniela jogs over, fanning her dramatically.

“girl. girl. you were making out with your eyes.”

“i wasn’t—”

“she whispered ‘baby’ into your ear.”

“it was part of the—”

“she licked her lips and said ‘i like being in your arms.’ who writes her dialogue?!”

“i’m going to combust.”

“wait—she’s coming back.”

megan strolls up again, as if she didn’t just spend the last hour seducing y/n with choreo.

“hey.”

“hey,” y/n breathes.

“you were really good,” megan says, tucking a strand of hair behind y/n’s ear. behind her ear. she’s not playing fair.

“you too,” y/n says, dazed.

“thanks,” megan smiles. “also—”

she slides her phone into y/n’s hand.

“number?”

y/n stares at the phone.

“so i can text you,” megan continues. “for dance advice. and maybe dinner plans. and maybe more.”

“do you always flirt like this?”

“only when i mean it,” she says softly.

“you’re dangerous.”

“you’re delicious.”

“megan—”

“y/n,” she mimics back, teasing.

y/n exhales. “okay. give me your phone.”

megan lights up. “finally. i was running out of pickup lines.”

“you’ve been saving them?”

“i have a whole note folder.”

daniela groans. “this is the most disgustingly romantic thing i’ve ever witnessed.”

megan grins. “just wait till the date.”

“wait date?” y/n squeaks.

“obviously,” megan says, brushing her pinky against y/n’s. “i’m not letting the hottest dancer here get away.”

“you’re impossible,” y/n murmurs.

“but you like it.”

“unfortunately.”

megan beams. “see you tomorrow?”

“at class?”

“no,” she winks. “on facetime. at 9. i already have questions about your favorite color and your star sign.”

daniela fake swoons in the background.

and y/n?

she just bites her lip—and nods

—

a/n: KEEP ON SENDING FLUFF REQUESTS GUYSS

[strwberri-milk]

Not sure if you've done this before but I kinda wonder how the LIs might react to an MC that's overall crafty, but particularly with clothes and accessories. As in, they upcycle old clothes and accessories of theirs or stuff they thrifted, and even take the time to make special garments and stuff for the boys themselves (and sometimes ppl around them, like Luke and Kieran, for instance). Would love to know your thoughts! Tysm for your time ❤️

He thinks it's interesting. He likes seeing how your brain looks at the scraps and creates something new out of them. Zayne. Caleb, and Xavier aren't quite inclined in that direction so to them, seeing that ingenuity is very interesting to him. He likes to see what you're making and asks about the process.

Rafayel and Sylus have a mind that's a little bit more inclined to see what you see - Rafayel especially. Rafayel likes to help with your projects if he can find a way to insert himself. Maybe he'll paint it over, maybe he'll embroider in a cute pattern or image. He's got the patience when it comes to making things for or with you, but if you want to be able to wear it soon you can't let him have it because he will also get stuck on making sure it's perfect for you.

Sylus isn't as good with textiles as he is with machinery and coding but he's inventive enough to get the gist of what you're making when he sees something. He didn't get why you were thrifting when he'd buy you anything you want at first but seeing how much you loved the hunt made it easy for him to just overlook it.

Regardless of who it is or who it's for, he loves that you have such a big heart that you give the people around him. Xavier, Rafayel, and Caleb are going to be more prone to being jealous about it than the other two are but they also see how happy you are to share your creations with others.

[moldybonessmell]

John Walker is a well-written character and you're ready for this conversation

// Thunderbolts SPOILERS

I went in to watch Thunderbolts before I checked out TFATWS and was under impression Walker's some kinda insane dude with anger issues by the way everyone treated him (including fandom) and how surprised I got when I actually watched his story unfold and realised...

..he's a saint compared to the rest of Thunderbolts lol.

Don't get me wrong, he definitely has sins, but compared to this particular group of individuals he's nothing😂.

He's a soldier, got a title of Captain America from the government, and tried his best to live up to VERY HIGH expectations (the same ones we later see Sam himself struggling from btw). The problem is that John's a soldier who can fight well and not a peacekeeper. Growing more and more frustrated with how he fails to do this very honoured job he ends up being caught up in being ridiculously human. And together with super-serum complications (I suspect it amplified his emotional problems because he WAS NOT behaving like this before taking it, even Lemar says he's always been good in battles and made right decisions before) and grief John let his emotions get control over him.

You DO know he killed this guy because he was strieken with grief over his best friend Lemar dying, right? It's important to me that you know that.

Let's be real, John is a soldier and admits to doing some bad stuff in Afganistan to get these 3 badges of honour. The only reason he suffered the consequences he did is because it was public and people had expectations of him. If he was a regular soldier and killed 'a terrorist' he would even get another reward.

The fight between Walker and Sam & Bucky was clearly his mental breakdown as guilt and grief consumed him. And it seems like the only way he knows how to handle his emotions is to turn them into anger. Which is quite common for men btw.

Is John Walker a good person? Not exactly. Does it make him an interesting, complex and realistic character? Hell yeah.

The thing is, we see him choosing to do the right thing aka let go of Karli and save people in the same show even before Thunderbolts.

In Thunderbolts tho we see him over and over choosing to save people even if it's some random assasins team. Shit, he even launches himself to shield Bucky from bullets even when Bucky would be fine to block them with his metal arm. The thing that I noticed in Thunderbolts is how he starts using the shield to protect others and not as a weapon how it was in TFATWS.

The other thing that separates him from most of Thunderbolts team is that he's not an assasin in its sense, but a soldier who does what he does from patriotic standpoint. It doesn't exuse or justify his actions btw I'm very anti-military, but it gives him more depth than just being a killer.

In the end of the day he's stuck in the same limbo of trying to show his worth and seeking redemption for his sins just like other misfits of Thunderbolts.

He'd definitely use some work on how to handle his emotions in a healthy way and not just resolve to anger every time, but I genuinely don't understand how is he hated SO MUCH in the fandom.

Isn't it like the whole point of releases of this phase to show that people can't be perfect and if they are doing their best it's enough?

I'm not a John Walker apologist or excuser, but a secret third thing of an enjoyer of morally complicated characters.

[morikosa]

Heyyyy!!! How r u?

Could u please make a Dad!gojo × daughter!reader where in gojo and his first years trio teleported 13 years in future. There they met 14 year old daughter of gojo. User didn't know gojo's her dad as when she was born gojo died fighting sukuna and thought her dad left her (she don't have a good life as people treat her as a weapon.) She slightly hate gojo (she also inherited six eyes and limitless). When gojo and his student return he made a personal mission to find his daughter newborn daughter.

Please atleast tell whether you r interested or not!!????

i really hope you do cause no one accept my request 😭😭😭😭

Recognition

Your childhood was cold. The world saw you as nothing more than Gojo's legacy: the "Six Eyes Heir," a living weapon. Jujutsu society raised you like a war tool, trained ruthlessly, emotionally neglected. People whispered behind your back, "She’ll either save us or destroy us." You started to believe them.

You inherited both Six Eyes and Limitless. But unlike Gojo, no one celebrated it. You weren’t spoiled or protected. You were controlled, observed, punished when you failed. You learned to survive, not live.

You lowkey hate Gojo. You don't even remember him. You’ve only heard stories—some paint him a hero, others a reckless narcissist who got himself killed and left a burden behind. Deep down, you think: If he really cared, he wouldn’t have left me alone in this hell.

When present-day Gojo appears in your timeline, your Six Eyes react instantly. You feel him. His cursed energy is identical to yours—it’s terrifying and… familiar? You feel like you’re going to throw up when you see his face. It's like looking into a distorted mirror.

Gojo is floored. He sees your eyes and knows. That’s his daughter. His baby. But she’s not the newborn he left behind—she’s a bitter, broken 14-year-old who glares at him like he’s the villain.

You don’t believe he’s real at first. You think it’s a trick or an illusion. And when it’s confirmed he really is Gojo Satoru, something inside you snaps. How dare he show up now?

Gojo is completely devastated. You’re his entire world now. He missed your first words, first steps, every birthday, every tear. And he’s haunted by what this world did to you. "I would’ve torn the world apart before letting it touch a hair on your head…" he whispers one night when you're asleep. He means it.

The First Years try to befriend you. Megumi is awkward, Nobara is bluntly affectionate, Yuuji tries to make you laugh. You're cold at first, but part of you craves connection. You never had a real family.

Gojo becomes obsessed with fixing this future. He doesn’t care if it means getting trapped in this timeline forever—he’s not leaving you again. “You don’t have to forgive me,” he tells you, voice cracking, “Just let me stay.”

The moment he steps through the portal, Gojo’s breath catches in his throat.

It’s her.

She stands across the ruined training grounds, black uniform scuffed, her posture perfect. Too perfect. Like she’s afraid of failing. Her eyes meet his—and everything stops.

Blue. Bluer than his. Six Eyes.

His voice trembles. “…You’re—”

She draws her blade, cursed energy flaring. “Don’t say it.”

Yuuji takes a step forward. “Wait— Gojo-sensei, is that—?”

She scoffs. “Gojo Satoru. You’re supposed to be dead.”

He’s too stunned to speak. Too ashamed.

You tilt your head, voice laced with venom. “So, what? You’re here to play daddy now?”

And with that, you turn your back on him. Walk away.

He doesn’t stop you.

He just sinks to his knees, whispering to himself—

“I never got to hold her.”

Sorry if it didn't meet your expectations. I haven't written this kind of scenario until now. Hope you like it though 😘

[luv-nikki]

I was wondering if you could write where George and his friend group go on holiday and reader really likes him but also readers friend does too. But George likes reader and readers friends try’s GETING to him and try to do stuff but George’s eyes are only on reader and readers friends and him have really cute moments and readers friends is jealous. Ok you get me something along the lines like that and reader and him have a cute moment then realise that they feeling for each other and it’s just cute angst and fluff and also do u think u could add some smut in there thank you

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George Clarkey x reader

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It was one of those rare, golden weeks where everything was perfect—sun-kissed beaches, late-night swims, cocktails that tasted like freedom, and a massive villa split between a group of close friends and a few new faces.

George was one of them.

I’d followed his YouTube for a while, sure, but nothing prepared me for what he was like in person—funny, warm, quick-witted. And then there were his eyes. Brown and mischievous, like he knew exactly what effect he had on people.

My stomach twisted every time he smiled at me. And I hated how obvious it felt.

Even worse? My friend—let’s call her Bella—definitely noticed. She’d been flirting with him since the plane ride over. Laughing too hard at his jokes, draping herself over the sun loungers near him, playfully splashing him in the pool like we were in a romcom. And George… well, he was polite. But his eyes never lingered on her the way they did with me.

Not that Bella saw it.

The turning point came one night after dinner, when we all headed back to the villa’s massive balcony, the sky still painted in streaks of lavender and peach. Someone put on music, and everyone danced, tipsy and careless under fairy lights.

Bella grabbed George’s hand and pulled him toward the makeshift dance floor. I pretended not to notice, sipping my drink, trying not to look jealous. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see her leaning in, whispering something against his ear, her hand brushing his chest.

That’s when I left.

I ended up by the pool, feet dangling in the water, the music faint in the distance. I hated how I felt—petty, dramatic. It’s not like I had any claim on him.

“You always disappear when things get fun?”

I turned. George was behind me, hands shoved in the pockets of his linen trousers, hair a little messy from the wind.

I blinked. “Didn’t think anyone would notice.”

“I did.” He sat beside me, our shoulders almost touching. “You okay?”

I nodded, but he gave me that look—the one where he was trying to read my mind.

“You don’t have to pretend around me,” he said gently. “I’m not stupid. I know Bella’s been trying to make a move.”

I snorted before I could stop myself. “That obvious, huh?”

“Painfully.” He tilted his head. “But I’m not interested in Bella.”

My breath caught. “No?”

He turned toward me fully, and my heart thudded in my ears.

“Why would I be, when you’re right here?”

The words knocked the air out of me. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

George laughed softly, shaking his head. “You have no idea, do you? Every time you smile at me, I feel like an idiot. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to say something for days, but you’ve been so quiet.”

“I thought you liked her,” I whispered.

“Not even close.”

He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his hand lingering a second too long.

“You’re the one I want.”

Then he kissed me.

It was soft at first—hesitant, like he wasn’t sure I’d kiss him back. But I did. God, I did. My hands tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer as weeks of built-up tension melted into that single moment.

When we finally pulled away, I rested my forehead against his, smiling like a total idiot.

“George?”

“Yeah?”

“I really like you.”

He grinned, that lazy, heart-melting grin. “Good. Because I’m absolutely crazy about you.”

We stayed by the pool for hours, wrapped up in each other, the stars above and the sound of the waves in the distance. No drama, no games. Just us.

And for once, everything felt exactly how it was meant to be.

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Hope you enjoy pls feel free to send a request!! PLEASE I need more inspo. 🙂‍↕️

[dioslesbianwife]

Can I please request the Jojo's with a partner who adopted stitch a blu alien and them reacting to her "strange looking dog "

Imagine them hearing stich talk for the first time it whoud be interesting how they all act.

https://youtu.be/5vBY9-8tcgs?si=ymtRJsZG0RjfG52H

I was thinking stich is wild is destructive because he was cream that way but how whoud they react to seeing stich be so protective of their partner after growing a bond with them

Imagine stich saying Ohana means family and family means no one get's left behind or forgotten

Whoud they bond with stich I think mostly yes

Jonathan whoud love stich(like a les evil dio)

Joseph whoud love the chaos he brings and

jotaro whoud be grumpy about having a alien as a pet but his mom and Larne love stich.

josuke whoud have to keep rohan from stealing his buddy stich when he hangs around his partner or okutasu

Giorno whoud be intrested in stich his partner being able to tame a alien and learning it the value of family and love instead of distruction is something he would love.

Jolien whoud love him so much I think.

Jonny whoud have to keep gyro from hugging stich and is shocked his partner has a whole alien as a pet.

ooh sure, lilo and stitch was one of my fave movies growing up lol- i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting! :333

Jonathan Joestar

At first, he’s very concerned.

“My dear, are you sure that’s… a dog?”

Stitch snarls at him, baring teeth, and Jonathan instinctively puts his arms up like he's about to defend you.

But the moment Stitch senses Jonathan’s kind heart, he latches onto him with a gurgling purr.

Jonathan is so touched by Stitch’s loyalty and protectiveness, especially once he hears “Ohana means family…”

He pats Stitch gently on the head:

“You’re quite the strange little creature… but your heart is in the right place.”

Treats him like a small knight guarding you at all times.

Joseph Joestar

“WHAAAAA?! What the hell is THAT thing?!”

Throws a shoe at Stitch. Stitch eats it.

Absolute chaos duo. Joseph and Stitch get into trouble together. Like, Stitch jumps on people and Joseph tries to blame it on someone else.

“Come on, buddy, we’re sneaking into that secret base again!”

Laughs hysterically the first time Stitch speaks. He teaches him swears in English and regrets it instantly.

Will fist-bump Stitch every time he hears him say “Ohana means family.”

“Hell yeah! No one gets left behind!”

Jotaro Kujo

“That’s not a dog.”

“That’s not even from Earth.”

“Yare yare daze…”

Pretends not to care. Stitch bites his hat once. Jotaro didn’t even flinch, just slowly put it back on.

Tries to ignore him… until Stitch curls up against your lap protectively and stares at him like, “She’s mine too now.”

Eventually bonds over the fact that they’re both quiet bodyguards with anger issues. Stitch rides on his shoulder sometimes.

Loves seeing how gentle Stitch is with you despite being built for destruction. He won’t say it out loud, but he respects it.

Josuke Higashikata

“AWWWWWW, look at the little guy! Wait- ”

“DID HE JUST EAT A WHOLE SCOOTER?!”

Thinks Stitch is so freaking cool.

Tries to train him like a puppy until Stitch starts copying Josuke’s hair routine and flipping people off.

Has to fight Rohan at least once a week because Rohan insists Stitch would make the perfect manga reference.

“I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DRAW HIM IN THAT MANGA- ”

Okuyasu loves Stitch too. They become a gremlin trio.

Also Mikitaka and Stitch alien duo.

Giorno Giovanna

Doesn’t flinch when he sees Stitch. Just tilts his head.

“...You are not of this world.”

Immediately intrigued. You’ve tamed an alien? One born for destruction who now speaks of family? He respects the hell out of that.

Tries to study Stitch’s anatomy with Gold Experience. Stitch screams and bites the Stand’s hand.

Eventually gives Stitch a golden flower that he grew from a rock, and Stitch keeps it in his ear for days.

The first time Stitch defends you during a dangerous moment, Giorno places a hand on his tiny head:

“Good. You understand what matters.”

Jolyne Cujoh

“OMGGGGG HE’S SO UGLY BUT HE’S SO CUTE??”

She holds him like a cat and he wriggles violently, then bites her sleeve and refuses to let go.

They wrestle for like twenty minutes before crashing into the couch, laughing.

Jolyne gives Stitch a matching butterfly clip and Stitch gives her a mutated sock.

Whenever you’re in danger, they both turn into attack dogs. Stitch copies Jolyne’s “tough girl” walk and it’s terrifying.

If anyone calls Stitch ugly in public, she throws hands.

Johnny Joestar

“...Is that a blue goblin?”

Confused. Baffled. Cautiously suspicious.

Stitch jumps on his lap. Johnny screams and pulls out Tusk.

Stitch curls up against him anyway, softly saying “Friend.”

Johnny lets out a sigh and pets him like a cat. They don’t speak about it.

Constantly has to stop Gyro from trying to dress Stitch up or teach him weird tricks.

“No, Gyro, he doesn’t want to wear a sombrero, stop- ”

Secretly really touched when Stitch protects you during a shootout.

“He’s ugly, but he’s got guts.”

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Sees Stitch, nods slowly.

“Is he... a Rock Animal?”

Very chill about the whole thing. Even when Stitch eats part of a tree.

Stitch is wary of Soft & Wet, but eventually realizes Gappy is just as weird as him and accepts him as a fellow Odd Guy.

Whenever Yasuho tries to baby Stitch, Stitch hides behind Gappy.

The first time he hears “Ohana means family,” Gappy looks at you and Stitch for a while, then softly says:

“Family... yeah. I get it now.”

Gives Stitch bubble earplugs so he doesn’t hear too many haters.

[doods-eye]

I love all the artwork of Brunhilda (fascinating character), but personally, I like to headcanon her as brunette and not a blonde.

Why? Simple. When my class visited the concentration camp nearest me (Germany here, hi) back when I was still a wee child, there was a part where the guide told us about an especially vicious woman in a lead position there. She handed out harsh punishments like it was candy and was just horrible-

And she was brunette. The thing in Nazi history is, is that while they had these ideologies around clean blood heritage and perfection showing in being blue eyed and blonde, most Nazis were not in fact blue eyed and blonde. The most vile Nazis did not fit their own standards perfectly. It's not surprising. Most people are brunette.

And Nazis were just people.

That's what makes them so horrific.

And to me, personally, it's far more interesting for Brunhilda to just be average of appearance. An average, cruel woman. I think it compliments Francis, who himself was chosen to be special but isn't actually special in any way.

[frownyalfred]

thank you so much for sharing your work with us! I love the ninth wave and the whole verse ❤️

I have a question... what's the role of Clark as the pack alpha when it comes to Lex pregnancy? like Lex has his own alpha, so I'm guessing for all things that he could need an alpha, he'll have Dan. So is that how it works? or are certain things for which Lex (or Dan) will need Clark specifically? and like how does it affect to have two omegas pregnant at the same time, if it affects at all?

I love Clark/Lex's dynamic and would love to see them more involved, but I don't know how it works in the universe...

That's a really interesting question! Because yeah, you're talking about Lex's Alpha (full stop, upper case) versus Lex's alpha. How does a Pack Alpha trump a mating bond or courting alpha? Plus, how does that work when Lex and Clark already have a strange and sometimes strained (but sometimes also very intense, in a good way) relationship?

The way I view it, Clark is responsible for Lex, he feels Lex's pack bond a little more intensely than a fellow pack member would. But he's not the knot-headed alpha patriarch who Lex bows down to in all circumstances. He has a certain sway over Lex, but Lex is absolutely able to pluck that pack bond and send reverberations right back at Clark if desired. We saw this in ASOH the first time he deferred to Clark. This reluctant kind of acceptance that they do care about the other and your typical alpha patriarchy stuff doesn't hold power here. But Pack bonds and old-fashioned pack hierarchy -- there's a much more compelling argument to be had there. Lex views himself as an extension of his Pack Alpha and Omega in times of distress; their belief in him is so so important. He can take Clark's anger if it means he still has the Pack bond, if that makes any sense at all.

Where does another alpha wade into that? Well, he does it very carefully. Daniel is a good egg, we've already seen him deferring a LOT to Clark. He's not Pack (yet) but if he was, alphas can coexist in the same pack. I see a lot of folks commenting that they'd butt heads no matter what, but I think that's a very traditional a/b/o trope and not one I want to entrench here. They might have to get used to being around other alphas because they've both been solitary for a while, but they're not fighting just because they're in the same pack. And Daniel absolutely can court and mate Lex, as long as he knows that he's doing it under Bruce and Clark's watchful eye(s). It's kind of like meeting an in-law? Except then you ask that in-law to also formally adopt you. And it's not a parent-child relationship at all.

I think there are definitely things Lex will need from Daniel (proximity, sex, etc support during pregnancy) but there's also things he just can't get from a mate that he needs from his Pack. And Clark plays a large role in that, obviously. Lex might flip out and need to go stubbornly cuddle Bruce in the nest for a night and Clark and Daniel might both get kicked out for a bit. Lex might need Clark to tell him he's doing the right thing and it's okay to be vulnerable with Daniel, etc.

TL;DR: (sorry for rambling) Dan is Lex's alpha, but Clark is his Alpha and therefore one half of his gateway/connection the Pack itself. So Dan needs to be careful wading into this dynamic, but it isn't hostile just because it's two alphas. Not necessarily, in a perfect world.