#this is like 800 words anon im so sorry

[rarepairnation]

hiiii denethor anon here!! wow you’re really IN IT now (denethorposting). not to add more fuel to your anger but last week i saw someone say they hated denethor. and i just realised god they don’t get him even on tumblr do they. since then i’ve been silently fuming in rage. anyway… i am very Very Intrigued by both your faramir-goes-to-rivendell-au and denethor-thorongil relationship (if you ever want to write another 800 words about this, i am here for it 👀) and this line “each of them sharpens himself upon the whetstone of the other…” fuck. fucking insane actually.

unfortunately i won’t be replying for several days (i’ve had to keep my phone in another room to keep myself from getting distracted) . my exams have started AND i’m going through some shit irl :( it’s alright tho i’ll have more Faramir and Denethor Hours soon <- chanting this constantly haha. but i am with you when denethorposting IN SPIRIT okay. oh and can we please please please have denethor december? 🙏 bye will be here soon after my exams (that will be after the 23rd march i’m afraid)

hiii denethor anon <333 i am SO sorry this is so late truly attempting to figure out how to write AND see my friends AND do things like clean my apartment and go to the grocery store while working The Job...it has eaten my life. and this week my regular coffee shop switched their hours bc i live in my old college town and they are on spring break and it has sent me directly to hell. the death of My Routine…i have coped by INCESSANTLY denethorposting on tumblr dot com. i am somehow EVEN MORE in it than i was when you sent this ask. i hope you enjoy me being truly crazyinsane whenever you get a chance to look at all those posts lol. would love 2 hear your thoughts on them. but ANYWAY as always it is so lovely to see you, i'm sorry things have been tough but truly with my whole heart i bestow upon you the strength of denethor's sixty-year psychic war (with none of the associated madness) to make it through. looking at the date i hope you are free now.

here is the mandated readmore because i have never met brevity in my whole life. u said write another 800 words and i took that as a challenge um this post is like 2000 words. well...back on my bullshit

i mean this with all the love and joy in my heart but i laughed so much. no my dear friend they do not get him on tumblr. they have not gotten him on tumblr from the beginning. if you have been spared the incessant tomato jokes i truly…[crying] I Wish I Were You So Bad. this guy doesnt even know about the tumblr denethor slander (POSITIVE) (YEARNING). its the trenches out here for real. i just live in my little bubble with me and you and like four other mutuals/Denethor Understanders and that is it.

speaking of denethor and the rivendell au. i miss the days when i was working on the faramir-in-gondor scenes. emotionally it felt like dying but i kind of knew what was going on. now i am in rivendell taking and failing this history of middle earth exam. and i am so very….the next time we see denethor for real is in return of the king. now girl…how will i survive another 80k words. i miss my boy my dear darling my tortured victim of the narrative. and according to the paragraph i just wrote faramir does too but is Refusing to admit it to himself<3

im also RIDICULOUSLY torn on how i want to resolve his arc. now just between you and me. and anyone who bothers to click that read more. I DONT WANT TO KILL HIM I WANT HIM TO LIVE. GOD I WANT HIM TO LIVE. I WILL WRITE YOU A THOUSAND HAPPY ENDINGS. except its not a happy ending its a you are not allowed to die you are forced to contend with your choices you must keep living ending. because he will always be tragic no matter what. but its ALSO a you can rest now you can be at peace son of gondor you have won your war. all you sacrificed has been worth it. you have given your all when that's what duty asked you for and it has been enough. and that makes my poor heart weep.

like on one hand the idea of resolving his storyline with faramir.......the opportunity for some kind of reconciliation, some kind of understanding between them...god. delicious. i know in my heart that faramir comes home and IS the lord that denethor once dreamed of being. not playing at it...he is high and lordly and gentle and the world bends around his will and he knows exactly what to bow to and when to stand his ground and his powers are honed to a keen edge that he uses with the utmost care and. AUGH. he walks into the citadel the IMAGE of his father. it makes me feel FERAL. and how would denethor react to that. man.

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND HOW DO I END THE STORY. like. LOL. do u know what i mean. likelihood of me being able to just have a triumphant coronation and tie it all up with a bow is soooo small. the narrative contortions i would have to go through. to have denethor accept that and still be in character. Girl....no thank u <3 so we havent worked THAT out yet. like how much of the madness and despair do i want to put into the narrative. We Shall See. IM not politically savvy enough to get real into the weeds with it all so im kind of rotating just. a beautiful set of reunions with the fellowship. eowyn and faramir get engaged. boromir and faramir see all their dreams of a gondor restored come true. we skate over the political minefield and deeply navigate the beginnings of denethor and faramir's relationship in this new world. and among it all, within it all, is hope, and a new dawn. and curtain.

i got distracted but re: we are in rivendell. it IS kind of fun to think about the themes and narratives. i am pushing my Let Faramir (And Denethor) Be Numenorean + Let Numenoreans Be Weird agendas so so sooo hard and i am having the time of my life with that specifically. birds follow him around and pick up the tunes he sings. he hears the voices of the people he loves in his head. he falls into a river and after having a breakdown about it promptly decides that The River Is Testing Him And He Has Passed. he gets to rivendell and INSTANTLY knows that there is someone Very Like Him Here (its elrond. the elrond-elros-faramir connection has me FROTHING at the mouth. faramir looks at elrond and sees his father and sees every statue of elros in minas tirith and Knows that this here is the son of earendil, gil-estel, his brightest north star. elrond looks at faramir and sees his brother, his dear dead doomed brother, and every numenorean descended from him and all their sins and all their glories and yet, kind as summer, sees beauty and knowledge and a strange quiet man who carries all the weight of his country on his shoulders and yet knows him, knows the legends; perhaps the blood of numenor is not yet spent in the south)

i just think that Every Elf that meets faramir along the way is like woah...hold up. there's something up with THIS guy! men ARENT supposed to do that! not anymore anyway! galadriel is Lowkey Threatened by him. and isnt that beautiful. woman who could be queen of the earth sees god's special chosen boy and goes hang on a minute. Fuck. i think they work out their shit by the time the company leaves lothlorien but like...just thinking about how faramir lowkey blamed her for boromir's death in rotk! idk how their dynamic is exaclty gonna manifest but there's definitely some sort of similar mindreader2mindreader tension!

AND. um the idea of faramir travelling with the fellowship discovering that maybe...well. he has never wanted to be a warrior but he has been honed into a blade anyway. by his father and by necessity. and perhaps for the first time in his life...outside of gondor he does not need to be all that. he can be mithrandir's pupil without censure he can be scholarly and witty and cunning - he is all these things, in gondor. but there he has to be them, and now he can discover that yes, this is what he wants to be. and he has never let his father and the expectations of his position STOP him but there is always a weight, there is always the knowledge that your actions are disapproved of, and being away from that for a while is i just think. really good for him. see above re: he comes home the image of his father in a gentler time. keep honking im sitting in my car crying about denethor ii twenty sixth steward of gondor.jpg (<- my greatest creation PLEASE click the link lol)

ALSO IM THRILLED YOU LIKED THAT WHETSTONE LINE LOL i kind of blacked out when i typed it on the page. i think truly the crazy thing about denethor and faramir is that they SHOULD understand each other. they know so much about each other and yet are so incompetent at actually putting it to any good use towards, you know, improving their relationship. faramir is incredibly emotionally intelligent AND can read minds AND has taken so many of what he probably views as denethor's worst traits and turned them to gentler uses. (im talking about his powers but im ALSO talking about that thing he does when he encounters frodo and sam where he plays woe is me my brother is dead and i miss him sooo much to get on their good sides. yes of course he misses boromir more than anything else in the world. no he is not above using it to his advantage. and we see the SAME THING when gandalf and pippin come to minas tirith. hey isn't it crazy that both of them use boromir as a. manipulation chip. even after he's dead. hey thats kind of fucked up actually!) and denethor is…well denethor is denethor. ok im mostly messing around and thought that sentence was funny. i think he Knows most everything that goes on in faramir's head and yet Wilfully Chooses to interpret it in the worst ways because its just soo....very I Thought I Raised You Better Than That/I Honed You To Be My Blade Stop Defying Me. and despite all that the Problem is that they understand each other right up until they don't. they know how THEY feel about each other (incredible love that they can only express in the worst ways/think they're expressing only to be spurned by the other) but cannot POSSIBLY imagine that the other feels the same way.

ive gone on for SO SO LONG ALREADY LOL but. what do i have to say about denethor and thorongil. not enough and too much all at once. they're so toxic and awful for each other they're MADE for each other they're beautiful narrative parallels they're homoerotic besties they're bitter rivals they're pawns in a proxy war they're locked at all times in a psychic psychosexual situationship. um the enemy of my enemy is kissing me with tongue. idk i have more symbolism and actual analysis especially of the denethor-ecthelion-thorongil Issue. but we are just getting into it. so i will start with the situations bc i have two angles for this. on one hand i do think it is very fun if they constantly homoerotically circle each other for years and years and never do a THING about it. like...this is a stitching up wounds wiping blood off each others faces battle couple/situationship situation that THEN turns into a ridiculously high functioning political rival partnership bent together over books long into the night catching each others eye in council meetings using their very real disdain for each other for Manipulation Purposes and getting uh. SO hot over it. like.....Do You Know What I Mean. just. truly unresolved sexual tension THROUGH THE ROOF. it DELIGHTS me. they are always putting themselves in situations. and then NOT making out about it. AND THEY CAN READ EACH OTHERS MINDS!! THE WHOLE TIME!! SO THEY KNOW EXACTLY HOW MUCH THEY WANT EACH OTHER AND STILL ARENT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!! like thats just really good. but on the other hand.......the idea of just an absolutely terrible beautiful toxic rivals with benefits codependent situationship. i hate you so much and you know what we DO need to make out about it. every time they fuck it is a power play and they are having SO much fun with it. they will both start arguments with each other (AND IN PUBLIC TOO) just so they can fight and make up. the mind reading...Oh You Know What I Mean. taylor swift voice we had this big white city all to ourselves we blocked the noise with the sound of i need you and for the first time i had something to lose! logically thorongil is not yet in his grubby ranger era but the idea of him being dirt smeared all the time and hanging out with prim proper polished denethor. in the fic (which does exist and DOES follow the second model) theres a scene where hes just chilling with his head in denethor's lap and denethor is actually rather delighted and devoting ALL of his copious braincells to pretending not to be. Man. well never say im not a slut for contrast. and now the rest of what i could say is simply straight up redacted for indecency so it is time for this post to be over. the last thing i have to say is that it absolutely ruins denethor's life forever when thorongil up and leaves. sometimes a situationship....anyway. MUCH LOVE TO YOU AS ALWAYS yes we will have denethor december i already have an url saved.

[bugeater101]

hey! im the anon who asked for both the jeongin fics yeah its the same person and id just like to say that YOUR WRITING>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

ANON ANON ANON ANON omg thank you for your suggestions :.)

I'm so sorry they took forever to put out and that one of them was like 16k words and the other was like 800 😭💀 I'm so glad you like my writing :))) thank you for your suggestions and please send more if you ever want to !!!

-Bugeater

[nervouswaltz]

ok im coming off anon too lazy but hi death grips dnfer here i havent listened to as much rtj as dg but i wanna get into them more i should listen to rtj3 at work tomorrow but ya i have an extremely broad music taste where my top artists are like death grips mf doom pierce the veil and fleet foxes lmao so im always open to new music recs and i hadnt heard of igorrr but really enjoyed nervous waltz because its like a mix of all different music styles i like??? youre dope man thanks for making me also feel seen and understood sorry i use very little punctuation so i just word vomited lol

WOOOOOOO YEAH dude listening to a ton of music is fucking AWESOME more loud recs: turnstile, spiritbox, 1 800 PAIN, IDLES. u have fucking impeccable taste to be clear and YES igorrr is so fucking strange i like describing it as baroque breakcore MORE STRANGE MUSIC IN THE WORLD!!!!!! STOP LISTENING TO SAMEY MUSIC LISTEN TO SHIT THAT MAKES YOU CONVULSE!!!!!!!

[hugging-jjba-characters]

Fluff with bruno please 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I uh. I may have gotten carried away talking with Aubree about him...

So uh, have some headcanons for best mom under the cut 

Okay we all know bruno is verY soft 

One of the softest bois 

Uses tons of cute pet names that he refuses to translate for you

He sends you so many flowers 

You have no idea what to do with them

When he's feeling particularly sweet, those flowers will cover every single table-top surface in your house 

“We have to hold hands while we cross the street because saFETY” 

“And now we have to keep holding hands because uh..  Because i love you--” 

Y’all take naps all the fucking time together and its v soft 

He never lets you cheap out on self-care stuff 

Like your skin care routine and assortment of bath stuff is more pampered than it ever has been 

You have the best baths ever

He wants to make sure you are cared for and spoiled 

Lots of pillows too 

Gotta make sure you're comfy

He totally has a record and a bunch of vinyls with sweet old romancey songs on em and it's very cute to listen to them but also you have nO idea what they're saying 

You like going to parks for dates sometimes 

Like taking walks and feeding ducks and having picnics in the sun   

One time you put on his jacket just to be silly and I think he died

Its okay tho it was a good death 

Sometimes he barely gets any work done because you’re clinging on to him and he can't say no to you 

When he leaves for a mission you give him a goodbye kiss and tell him he has to bring it back to you 

So as soon as he returns he give you a kiss back

Its cute

Please give him some sort of good luck charm or bracelet he will cherish it 

He lets you play with his hair but you have to style it again afterwards :/ 

He smells so good, like fuckin vanilla and coffee 

Also he drinks coffee a lottt 

Gotta have something to help him deal with the Bois™ 

Amazing hugs 

If you ever feel upset you can just hug him and he’ll play with your hair and hold you and ask what’s wrong

And then your depression is cured, your crops are watered, and your skin is clear 

He sings/hums in the shower

And also sometimes when you’re all sleepy, laying in bed with him  

When you’re feeling insecure about yourself or your body he’ll lay down with you and tell you how much he loves that part of you and lay kissies all over it 

You go stargazing with him on clear nights 

And he tells you that you’re more beautiful than the night sky

He’s used that line like 4,000 times but it still makes your heart flutter 

He uses his zippers v mischievously sometimes 

And no i don’t mean sex 

I mean just tickling you out of nowhere when he's not even in the same room

You hate it and that just kinda encourages him even more 

People think he's very lawful and all, but he likes pranks and jokes too sometimes 

He likes to send you cute letters when a mission takes super long 

So you end up with a wall of the cute postcards from all over Italy 

Also when he's on long trips he has one of the Bois™ bring you gifts from him and it's very nice but when the gift is just more flowers you go feral 

“Giorno what do you have?”

“...A flower from bru--”

“NOOOO!”

“i'M sorRY”

Bruno knows that he gives you too many at this point he's just doing it to annoy you/for the laughs 

Its driving you fucking insane youR APARTMENT IS TOO SMALL FOR THIS 

THE FLOWER TO EVERYTHING ELSE RATIO IS TOO HIGH 

You have to convince your confused landlord to let you have a rooftop garden type thing because its toO much 

Your boyfriend is so evil 

“Did you like the flowers I sent you, Cara?”

“Fuck ofF” 

“...”

“...”

“Is that a yes?” 

“You better ruN”

Get revenge by making him more charms and bracelets 

They jingle jangle all the time and he can barely get anything done because of it 

He's not all evil tho 

He bribed your landlord so you could take in a stray cat 

You named it sticky fingers because you're Like That™ 

Sometimes bruno's stand gets confused by it 

So if he has his stand out and you call the cat over you may also end up with a wholeass mans in your lap instead 

Sticky fingers (the stand) is very openly affectionate with you 

You put your hand out palm up and it puts its chin in your hand 

“Bruno, I was just calling the cat...” 

“Ah...”

The stand slowly returns to its user 

Your heart breaks 

But it's okay because you get to cuddle with sticky fingers (the stand anD the cat) when bruno is working on something important 

[vincess-princess]

When The Sun Goes Down (aka That vampire vinikki au). Chapter 2.

(so you can see that I changed the name of the fic, and I’m going to post all the chapters after this one under this name. Also if you notice any mistakes and just sentences that “sound wrong” don’t be afraid to tell me, I work without a beta reader and have no clue about how many mistakes are here)

Word count: 2635

Chapter 1.

“Oh fu-uck” croaked Vince, burying his face into the pillow in unsuccessful attempt to hide from this unhuman stare, only a feeling of which on his skin made him feel the engrossing, almost animal fear clotting in his stomach. It was like a cold barbed snake that never stopped moving, hurting him from the inside with its spikes and evoking his survival instinct while diminishing common sense almost to nothing. Vince understood now why almost nobody ever tried to fight a vampire, despite the fact that killing them was much easier than escaping. Well, not much easier, but at least it was possible, unlike the other option.

“Just kill me already” he murmured, for a second really wishing this all to be the end. Sooner or later he would die anyway from lack of blood, and that would be much more painful and slow than just to have your throat ripped at once.

It came as a really unpleasant surprise to him when the vampire laughed and said “As you wish”. Vince immediately regretted opening his mouth at all, but it was too late – he already felt the vampire’s fangs piercing the skin of his neck. He gasped, with a frightened sob plugging his throat, and screwed up his eyes, expecting another wave of pain to go through his body, but a second passed, two, three… the vampire remained still for a moment and then suddenly backed off. After that Vince dared to open his eyes to see what made him stop, but the look of enjoyment on the vampire’s face was eloquent enough for him to understand what really happened: he just was shamelessly pranked.

“Still want me to kill you?” the vampire scoffed. “You better not throw words like these around. Some other vampire could take them at face value”. He looked so smug that Vince the second time this night felt an almost irresistible urge to punch him in the face. Wow, that was a real talent right here, an angry thought crossed his mind – the talent to annoy people so much that they almost forget their fear over the desire to shut the fuck up the fanged bitch, despite the mortal danger that reaction could lead to. Or was Vince just not scared enough?

“So what, I should be grateful that you didn’t?” oh, he realized right after the words leapt out of his mouth, he definitely wasn’t scared enough, especially if he wanted to survive this night. He froze on his place, expecting the sharp claws to rip open the skin on his back once again, but instead after a moment of amazed silence the vampire… started laughing.

“I swear, that’s the first time I catch such a talkative prey” he said through laughter. Vince couldn’t help but shudder at the word “prey”. It made him fully realise what he really was in the vampire’s eyes: a dinner. A dinner that can talk only as long as the vampire enjoys it, like the cat playing with the mouse it had caught. And eating the mouse was only a matter of time.

“I like it” admitted he suddenly, and a slight glimpse of hope flashed through Vince’s mind. Maybe he wouldn’t then… “If you keep entertaining me like this I’ll probably let you live longer. Probably. Can’t promise that, you’re so tasty I may just fly off the handle one day”

No, though Vince with desperation. He would. He was still a vampire, after all. A human predator, the only natural enemy of humankind, as it was written in schoolbooks. Not that Vince actually read them at school, but the paragraph about vampires was the only one that caught his attention – and also gave him nightmares despite saying that there was almost no vampires left in such a developed country as America. Fucking liars.

“You smell like fear” the coldness of vampire’s fingers running through his hair brought Vince back from his depressive thoughts to even more depressive reality. “Despite all your sassy comments” he chuckled in Vince’s ear. Vince expected his breath to stink like a month old corpse, but it wasn’t – in fact, all he felt was a slight tingle of… metal? Blood, he realized a second later. His breath smelled like fresh blood.

“Of course I am” he muttered into the pillow just to keep the conversation going - as long as the vampire was talking he couldn’t bite him again, right? His voice was low and a little bit hoarse, and Vince would have found it quite attractive if it had belonged to anybody fucking else. “Like literally anyone who is going to be killed by a vampire” he couldn’t help but add bitterly.

“You’re right” the vampire agreed calmly. “They are always scared shitless. Weep, whine about their families, beg to keep them alive… good for you that you didn’t start begging. I hate it when preys do it” recalled the vampire with indifference. Vince bit his lip, trying very hard not to say something that would become his last words. “Why didn’t you?” he asked suddenly in such a demanding tone that didn’t even imply to keeping silent or being evasive. His hand moved from Vince’s hair to his neck, not strangling, just… holding, carefully, but firmly. Vince felt panic rising swiftly in his chest, making it hard even to breath, let alone answer.

And then - after a few seconds of silence - the grip tightened, and Vince flipped out.

“I-” he stuttered, tried to inhale, but the air in the room suddenly seemed too viscous and dense to breath, and oh God, how ironic would it be to suffocate while being seized by a vampire, he thought desperately, and the vampire’s face was too close to his, studying his expression so emotionlessly, and what if he would just get tired of his disobedience and snap his neck at once, oh god, I don’t- “-I don’t know, I really… I didn’t… I didn’t even think of that” he whispered almost soundlessly, hoping the vampire wouldn’t make out his words. But he did.

“Really? You thought fighting a vampire would be more effective than just… asking?” he said in such a condescending tone that Vince even felt offended. Does the vampire really think he is that stupid?

“I didn’t think of anything. I just panicked” he muttered indignantly. Somehow his anger made panic subside slightly as the grip on his neck loosened a little. “And, by the way, it worked”

“Indeed. But still, that says a lot about you” remarked the vampire. “You’re an interesting little human, boy” he suddenly sat up on the bed, let go of Vince’s neck and with a sharp movement of a hand grabbed his shoulder instead, forcing him to turn on another side to have a better view of his face. Vince knew that It didn’t change his chances in case the vampire decided to attack, but now, as he could see him, that crippling feeling of being a mouse clenched in cat’s claws somehow weakened.

And his face didn’t look… vicious. Not belonging to vampire at all. Vince knew it would be stupid to expect a vampire to look exactly like in his schoolbook, with fangs too long to fit into a mouth (and always covered with blood), face too pale, almost paper-white, with dark circles around ruthlessly-looking eyes, unwashed hair and bony palms with long black claws, almost always covered in blood too - all in all, typical nocturnal creature. But his concept of vampires as still too far from what he could see with his own eyes. The vampire looked like… an absolutely average guy who hadn’t spent enough time on a beach.  Only his claws now – shorter than it was drawn in a book, but still long, - gave his vampire nature away. In cloudy days he could easily pass as a human, realized Vince, and this thought made him shudder. It meant even daylight couldn’t stop him at some days – and Vince had no protection at all.

He shouldn’t lose caution, reminded he to himself. The vampire might look innocuous, but that wasn’t true. He could kill Vince with one movement of a hand. He would, if the taste of his blood wasn’t so delicious. He was still a predator. And Vince – his prey.

The silence was becoming too long, turning into awkward, but neither Vince nor the vampire said a word – just kept looking at each other. If the vampire was undressed the whole scene would be very alike to those after-sex love confessions in romantic movies, occurred an unexpected thought from the part of Vince’s mind that still hadn’t realised the seriousness of the situation. The same part now was wondering if it was too late to cover himself (he always slept naked these hot summer nights) or, as the vampire had already straddled him, their relationship was deep enough. And did the bites count as hickeys?

“What are you giggling at?” asked the vampire suspiciously, and all Vince’s joy vanished without a trace. Telling the vampire the truth definitely wasn’t an option – but what to say then?

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked anxiously, and despite everything Vince once again had to suppress a giggle. “What’s it then?” he scowled after Vince shook his head. The vampire’s hand twitched abruptly in his direction, but when Vince shrunk away involuntarily, slowly put it back.

“Come on” he said then, and Vince was sure he recognized some pleading intonation in his voice. Oh, so our vampire is afraid to be laughed at? “I’m just interested”

“And what will happen if you don’t like the answer?”

“Nothing” promised the vampire. “I asked for it myself, so it’s my problem now. So?”

“Well…” Vince hesitated for a couple of seconds. “I just remembered these stupid romantic movies about vampires…”

“So what?” frowned the vampire, but when he looked around, he understood what Vince meant and burst into laughter. Despite the situation, Vince smiled too, rejoicing at the fact that if the vampire understood the joke then he had watched these movies. Vince imagined him in a gloomy castle sitting in a coffin in front of an old-fashioned black-and-white TV, sipping a bloody cocktail and shedding tears over one of these stupid vampire dramas, and his smile became even more sincere.

“Fuck, I didn’t even think of that” said the vampire when he stopped laughing. “Seriously, why did it even occurred to you in such a situation? Don’t you have bigger problems to think of?”

“What’s the point of mulling it over? It just spoils the mood”

“You have a point” the vampire wasn’t so interested in the topic to keep hammering on it. “And, but the way, all these movies are complete bullshit, especially when it comes to sex scenes. We’re fucking corpses, it’s all dead down there”

“Really?!” Vince gasped in amazement. “So you can’t have sex? Like, at all?”

“Yeah” the vampire shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Poor thing” Vince murmured under his breath, becoming absolutely convinced that he wouldn’t want to be a vampire even if it was possible to turn him into one. It was still unknown how exactly vampires increased their population, but if it wasn’t a regular human-style reproduction it should be something more exotic…

“Seriously? You, a human, with a constant need to eat, defecate, mate, with your kind dropping like flies from illnesses, accidents, your own stupidity, you pity me?” the vampire’s voice as if slashed across his mind track, shattering his thoughts, diverting Vince’s attention exclusively to him, and Vince immediately understood he’d crossed the line. For fuck’s sake, why did an open mockery only make him laugh, while a little harmless remark made him lose his temper, thought Vince desperately, attempting to move away, but being caught by the shoulder and violently dragged back. Shouldn’t have opened his mouth at all, though he briefly and screw up his eyes, expecting pain to flash through his neck for the last time.

Instead, it flashed through his shoulder which the vampire dug his claws in. Vince bit his lip, trying not to let out a cry of pain. Why did his claws feel so painful, were they poisonous or what?!

“Who do you think you’re, boy, to talk to me like that? You think that since we talked a little we are best friends now, right? Sorry to disappoint you – actually not sorry, saying this for the sake of speech, - but you’re still a human and I’m still a vampire. And I still could rip your heart out with my bare hands if I wanted to” he shook Vince, making his head dangle. Vince seized his hand, trying to loosen the grip, but the vampire only shook his hand off. “You’re just lucky that I don’t want to get my hands dirty - today. Got it, boy?”

Vince nodded so frantically that his neck started to hurt. Not today, he sighed in relief. Not today.

“Good” the vampire let go of his shoulder and slowly licked off blood from his claws. The shoulder now hurt as much as his neck, feeling like it was being drilled at five places in the same time; Vince, being too afraid to even move in order not to provoke the vampire once more, squinted to check its condition. It had five deep cuts from which blood slowly flowed down his arm, the skin around already started to inflame, and it all looked… well, unpleasant. Oh god, how was he going to explain this in the hospital? No animal left traces like this, they would recognize the vampire’s grip and quarantine him… and what, Vince would have to spend the next couple of years, if not the whole life, in a hospital? No fucking way.

“Gimme this” the vampire grabbed his arm again, lifting it up to his face, and licked off the blood. Vince turned away, not wanting to make eye contact, but still could feel the vampire’s stare as though burning a hole in his skin, and winced when his cold tongue brushed over the wounds, leaving a wet trail on the skin. He was afraid the vampire would be outraged by this lack of attention, but he let go of Vince’s arm without a word.

Then he got up, walked over to the window and looked in it for a couple of seconds. “The sun is going up very soon” he said, even though the sky was still dark. “Don’t worry, I’ll free you from my company soon. But don’t you hope that that’s our last meeting”. Vince expected him to turn into a bat or jump off the window from the sixth floor, but, to his somewhat disappointment, he casually headed to the door.

“Oh, almost forgot to say. If you ask police, or hunters, or anybody else for help – I will find out, and they will die first and you second. Better not even try, safer for them and less painful for you. Got it?”

“Yes” regretfully murmured Vince who was trying at that moment to remember the number of his hunter friend.

“Good. See you” and the vampire left the room. Vince listened breathlessly to the sound of his steps subsiding down the hall… then coming back, and the vampire’s tall figure appeared in the doorway. Oh God, not again.

“One more thing-“ he said hastily, “what’s your name, I forgot to ask?”

“Wh- oh” Vince was hesitant for a second. “Um… I’m Vince”

“Vince? Nice” approved the vampire. “When I was a kid there was a lot of forty-something year old folks around named Vince. Kinda old-fashioned, but a good one. I like it” and he disappeared in the dark of the hallway before Vince thought of an answer.

[freunwol]

hero pokemon teams? owo

bruhbruhbruhbruhbruh (note, when i say strategic/balanced in the below, i really just mean varied based on what fits them, im not that great at teambuilding for complex play quq)

merc: the elves are usually related to nature but her style is much more along the lines of elegance and royalty, so a team along those lines- serperior, roserade, kingdra, hatterene, sirfetch'd, alolan ninetails

aran: she strikes me as an early game ice gym leader, and she'd prolly use snom, snorunt, and piloswine as her ace. for her own personal team though... shes very burst-based for her attacks, so i think her team is a lot of powerhouses- lucario, mammoswine, kommo-o, metagross, nidoking, luxray

phan: he's that guy that only uses one type and that type is dark type because its fucking dark type- drapion, tyranitar, obstagoon, zoroark, mightyena, weavile

lumi: the closest equivalent to light/dark is the dichotomy between fairy and dark? but he would focus on having a fleshed out team (something something balancing light and dark, really i was thinking more just him being strategic but it works out huh)- alcremie, bisharp, amped toxtricity, appletun, golisopod, chandelure

evan: he chooses pokes based on how cool or cute they are and has absolutely no team building strats beyond that- shaymin, clefable, skarmory, corsola, miltank, dubwool

eun: hes resourceful, and makes do with his situation the best he can- essentially a nuzlocker, but less death bc he deserves it :( and part of said resourcefulness speaks to me as the "sticks with early game hard to train later fucking powerhouses" type- gallade, scolipede, flygon, absol, corviknight, breloom

freud: even if he wouldnt totally be the dragon gym leader, he would be tempted to make his whole team dragons- hes the brains of the group so he has a more strategic team, but rest assured he has every pseudo-legendary dragon he can get (which is the grand majority of dragon types lmao)- hydreigon, darmanitan, sylveon, vileplume, froslass, milotic

[jennagrinsoverml]

hey, i love ur fic recs! i am wondering, what exactly is ur strategy for finding the fics specific to the pairing/trope that you want to read when ur putting together ur lists? like when u are searching, how do you sort it on ao3 to find what you are looking for in good quality ig? idk if this really makes any sense but when i search for something that i want to read based on how im feeling idk how to start? like should i go by most kudos?? etc. sorry if this makes barely any sense lol

Thanks, anon! 😊😊

Haha, my strategy is a little all over the place? Generally I start with my bookmarks and scan through to see if there's any fics there that fit the parameters of the request. And sometimes as soon as I read the request, a fic will come to mind and I'll go looking for it.

I'll also usually check out my favourite authors to remind myself of what they've written that I haven't bookmarked that might fit, since there are certain authors where pretty much everything they write is gold: @carpisuns, @chatonne-rousse, @coffeebanana, @emsylcatac, @kasienda, @lnc2, @karkalicious769, @ladyofthenoodle, @ominousunflower, @sariahsue, @somethingvaguetodo, @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights, @thelibraryloser, therealjanebingley, @trashcatontherooftop...to name a few. There are tons of amazing authors in this fandom, those are just some of the ones where I consistently enjoy everything they post! (Or at least what they post for my fandom/ship haha)

Anyway, at that point, depending on how specific the request is, I often take to browsing the tags on AO3. I search within the love square tag with all of my exclusions on, which are based purely on my preferences, notably filtering for polyamory, the Luka and Kagami threesomes and foursomes, as well as MCD and rape/non-con, since I don't want to read those. I also do complete works only since, while I will read and rec WIPs, I don't want to take on a new WIP when I'm looking for recs. I also generally filter out works under 800 words. Nothing against short fics, but there's a lot of them and they tend not to be for me. Plus it catches a lot of the fic finding posts that annoy me. I'll then add in additional tags based on the request, like "soulmates" or an episode title or additional character.

And then I just scroll and read...a lot...

Sometimes as I'm scrolling I'll recognize a fic and then I'll flip to the comments to see if I left a comment, which is the best indicator that I liked a fic and should rec it.

When I find a fic I want to rec, I email it to myself with a line of what rec list it's for. Then, when I'm ready, I compile them all into one of my posts!

I do sometimes sort by kudos, but I'm not a huge fan as the oldest fics in the fandom are the most kudos. And, honestly, there are some very highly kudosed fics that I just don't like. I will sometimes set a minimum kudos threshold, filtering out works with less than 50 or 100 kudos depending on how many works my search is returning (I'm not scrolling through 800+ pages of fic...I think my limit is around 100). But I'm loathe to set it too high since, as I think I've shown with my hidden gems recs, there are some seriously underrated fics in this fandom, and I'm always excited when I can bring attention to a fic that really didn't get the love I think it deserved.

I also don’t finish every fic I start to read. If I see a giant block of text, it’s an instant back button for me. If I start reading and get bored or don’t like the characterizations or really for any reason at all I’m just not enjoying it, I just exit out. Reading fic is supposed to be fun, so if I’m not having fun, I just don’t do it. And again, taste is completely subjective. I’m actually incredibly picky in my reading! I don’t owe it to anyone to read/finish their fic unless, like, I’ve agreed to beta. I have an incredibly demanding job and three young kids. Frankly, my time is too valuable to spend on fics I’m not enjoying. At the end of the day, it’s a hobby. But sometimes, especially with all of the posts floating around demanding engagement, there can be a lot of pressure to continue on. I often have to remind myself that I don’t owe engagement to anyone. I engage with fics because I enjoy doing so. If I’m not having fun, it’s time to stop.

In terms of finding fics to read for you personally, I suggest that you adopt my approach to reading fic in a new fandom. Find an author you like, and go through their bookmarks. When you like a fic, check out the author's works to see if they have more like it. Then check out that author's bookmarks and so on. And feel free to back button when you discover that you and the author have wildly different takes!

And if you're looking for great fics bookmarked by an author with impeccable taste, here's your best jumping off point 😘

When I see it all written out like this, I realize how ridiculous my process probably looks. But I really do enjoy looking for recs! I love to read fic, and the requests help focus my fic reading so I’m not just aimlessly looking for more fic.

[allywritesforfun]

omggg ally youre growing so fast its like literally only a few minutes ago you were celebrating 800. im so happy for you ❤️

for the 1k event, can i request a cc!wilbur on a stream dueting with y/n (who he practically begged to be there) behind the camera? maybe you can do some of the letters as songs they can sing or something like that? just a suggestion. sorry if it's too hard ty ilysm keep popping off ally.

oh i’m sorry i just love this idea. thank you for requesting! ily <3

cc!Wilbur Soot x Reader Duetting on Stream Alphabet

rules/information to request: here

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A- Acapella

It all started with you going acapella on accident. You had this song stuck in your head and you started singing without thinking about it. Of course Wilbur’s mic picked it up.

B- Begging

Chat loved hearing you sing, but not as much as Wilbur. “Just please come on stream with me! I wanna have a little concert with you!” You tried to say no, but Wilbur just kept begging for you to sing with him, and how were you supposed to say no?

C- “Change My Clothes”

You took Alec’s part, just saying. It was a good confidence booster song for you because you could go any range that you wanted. 

D- “Death of a Bachelor”

You and Wilbur went wild at this song. No one can tell me I'm wrong. Sometimes you lost your spot because Wilbur’s low voice in this song was just so attractive. He really was a distraction. 

E- EP

Durning your water break, chat asked you two about making an EP together. It was a good talk. As much as you wanted to, it just wasn't possible with the time that you would have to dedicate, besides, music was Wilbur’s thing. 

F- Frozen

Chat wanted a Disney challenge, like the old Thomas Sanders vibe, but you really loved Frozen. Must admit, it was hard for both of you to hit the higher notes, but your harmony made up for it.

G- Guitar

You and Wilbur had the cutest system. He would do all the hard parts of guitar like strumming and picking, but you had your taps going. It was like your mini drum. 

H- “Hey There Delilah”

This one wasn’t a duet, sorry. But you mentioned that you loved this song and Wilbur just had to sing it to you. He eventually stopped playing his guitar to hold your hand. You honestly think he broke away from reality for a second. 

I- Inside 

What a simp you and Wilbur were for Bo. You never made it through a full song, but that allowed you to do all your favorites. 

J- Joking Around

Not everything can be taken seriously. Not even this super serious stream. You and Wilbur would make fun of each other whenever you had the chance. 

K- Keyboard 

You are no where near as talented as Wilbur at any music thing. Well, today was the day that you were gonna learn. Wilbur would teach you quick notes on the keyboard that way you could help him play it. 

L- Love Songs

All love songs were chosen purposely to reflect your relationship. Some songs hit hard and it was hard to control your emotions, but you and Wilbur made it through. And ofc chat was loving it.

M- Music Video

This one song, I can't even remember what it was, but you two decided to pretend like it was a music video. One of your best bits yet. 

N- Never Gonna Give You Up

Get rick rolled chat.

O- On Top of the Word

Singing together made both of you melt. This was one of your moments together that made you feel like you two were on top of the world together and nothing else mattered. 

P- Pebble Brain

Is it really a Wilbur music stream if he doesn’t promote his band?

Q- Queen

This is clearly based off of MCC All Stars Ace Race. Wilbur was just so hot durning it and I had to include it in here. You know damn well that Wilbur changed the lyrics to compliment you too. 

R- Rap Battle

Think of like a Jackbox stream, but just Rap city. But it was all good things, not actually trashing

S- Soprano

The high harmony, your least favorite part and Wilbur’s favorite part. He loved it when you tried to go higher to harmonize with him. But of course, he had to put you in your place and go even higher than you to prove his supremacy. 

T- Taylor Swift

Every song was Taylor’s version of course. And it was more of an analysis than actually singing.

U- Ukulele 

Wait, you can actually play this one. And it made the stream so much more fun. It was something that you were actually better at doing than Wilbur. You finally got your little moment. 

V- Voice Cracks

You tried not to talk about them, but Wilbur couldn't help but laugh. It became a running joke throughout the stream.

W- Warm-Ups

Wilbur cared for you so much. He knew that you didn't sing much, and definitely not for this long at a time. He made you two do stupid little middle school warm-ups to “protect your voice”. It was probably for the best too. 

X- X Factor 

Your favorite part of the stream was when Wilbur set up his desk to make it seem like you were on X-Factor. You had to audition for him and everything. Somehow the Cat Keyboard beat you... dont ask me how.

Y- “Your Sister Was Right”

For some reason people thought that this song was about you, but it wasn’t. But even when Wilbur played it, he still got emotional. He feared that he would mess up again with you and he was so scared of that. You two took a “bathroom break” but it was really just for that you could comfort him and reassure him that he was perfect.

Z- ZZZ... 

You started to get tired so you leaned on Wilbur’s shoulder. Singing turned to humming and humming turned to dozing off. The final blow was Wilbur stroking your hair and literally singing you to sleep. The stream ended without a good bye message because he didn't want to wake you up.

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[azucanela]

Hehe sooo how about Hawks, Shinsou and Kirishims straddling the reader, keeping them held down, unable to move. Instead of doing anything, he just stares at her in wonder for a long time until she furiously blushes.

STRADDLING THEIR S/O HEADCANNONS [ft. keigo takami, kirishima ejirou, shinsou hitsohi]

SUMMARY: Y/N does not understand why they’re staring but it is causing a lot of feelings. 

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: almost a curse word, flirting, kissing, hawks being hawks, mostly soft and cute, like zero angst

A/N: i see you anon akshdkajshd you didn’t specify scenarios or headcannons or both so i went ahead and did scenarios <3 also this is such an odd mix but i love it. 

KEIGO TAKAMI | PRO HERO HAWKS

SCENARIO

As a Pro Hero, Y/N had always viewed training as something necessary. To ensure that her skills were sharp and she was prepared for every possible thing a villain could throw at her. This is why Y/N always incorporated at least one day of training into her week, though this didn’t just benefit her, as she always invited her fell Pro, Hawks. 

Keigo had a very different outlook on training, one that Y/N thought would cost him his life one day if she was honest. This outlook being that training was pointless, especially since their jobs required them to work constantly, which Keigo viewed as a way of training since they both worked nearly daily as top heroes.

Now, other Pro Heroes had suggested training together in the past, Keigo had denied every single one of them. Of course, none of them were Y/N L/N, his partner in crime— more accurately heroism. His flirting had gotten him nowhere with the girl, probably because she was one of the most oblivious people he knew.

More likely because Y/N perceived his flirting as a joke. 

This is how Pro Hero Hawks and Pro Hero Y/H/N ended up in the position they are in now. Keigo had managed to get the jump on her while they were sparring, and now he straddled her waist, hands holding her down by the wrists as their faces remained infinitely close. 

Y/N could feel Keigo’s breath in her face as he spoke, a smirk dawning his face, “got you.” 

She’s glaring at him, hands jolting in his grasp to try and get free to no success. Y/N notices his smirk fade as he tilts his head at her, eyes falling over her figure as he sits on top of her. She finds herself pausing her movement as she eyes him, cheeks warming at his piercing gaze.

“Now is not the time for another one of your jokes, Keigo.”

His eyes snap back onto hers as he raises a brow, allowing a breathy laugh to escape him. “Jokes?”

Y/N practically slams her head down onto the mat in annoyance, averting her eyes from his as she responds, “yes. Where you flirt with me-”

“You think that’s a joke, sweetheart?” 

If her cheeks weren’t already burning, they certainly were now. “You just like to make me flustered, you pompous-”

“Before you finish that mean sentence.” Keigo mutters, using his free hand to grip Y/N by the chin and force her eyes to meet his, “I do like the fluster you. But I also happen to like you.”

Y/N lets out a small laugh at his words, “of course you like me, we’re friends.”

His eyes narrow at her as he releases her chin and moves his face impossibly closer to her own, “can I kiss you?” The breath practically leaves her lungs as Y/N’s mouth gapes open at his words, and she’s just about ready to tell him off until she sees the look in his eyes. 

He’s serious. 

Y/N finds herself nodding slowly, only for Keigo to tilt his head at her, “I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me before I change my mind you as-”

And then his lips are on hers. 

KIRISHIMA EJIROU

SCENARIO

Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she ran down the halls of the dorms, Kirishima close behind as she made her way to her own room. This wasn’t necessarily an uncommon occurrence. Even before they were dating, their friendship had a lot of moments like this. 

Pushing her room door open, Y/N gasped as Kirishima practically tackled her to the ground from behind, twisting them to ensure he took the brunt of the fall, the redhead wasted no time taking advantage of Y/N’s shocked and flipping them over so that he could straddle her waist. 

“I caught you!” He exclaimed with a toothy grin, hands pinning her arms down onto the carpet as he pressed a messy kiss to her neck and pulling a laugh from her once more. 

They’re heaving as they try to catch their breaths, having run around the entire dorm. And a small silence overcomes them, Kirishima’s eyes trailing over her, a small crease forming between his brows as he does.

Y/N finds herself tilting her head at the action, confusion flooding her as she watches his mouth gape open slightly. She can’t help it when her cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment. 

“What?” She mumbles, averting her eyes from his.

Kirishima blinks, once, twice, finally her words register in his mind and he breaks out into a smile once more as he replies, “you’re just so...” He releases her arms, “beautiful.”

Y/N brings her hands to her face, a weak attempt at hiding her embarrassment as Kirishima pries them away, “you say such cheesy things.”

 “And you love it.”

Faking a pensive look, Y/N brings a hand to her chin as she hums, “do I?” 

Kirishima scoffs hands coming to hold her face in place as he peppers kisses across the skin, “you don’t?”

Y/N swatted playfully at his chest, a pointless try to stop his pecks against her face before he finally pressed a kiss on her lips, one that she melted into. Bringing her hands around his shoulders loosely, she hummed into the kiss, pulling him closer. 

“I love you.”

SHINSOU HITOSHI

SCENARIO

Shinsou had insisted on training with Y/N, top of her class, the very class that Shinsou would be transferring to the following semester. Aside from being the top of her class, Y/N was also Shinsou’s only friend, something she hoped would change in the upcoming semester, especially if she managed to get him to join her lovely little friend group in Class 1-A.

These sessions benefited the both of them, seeing as Bakugo wasn’t the only target of the League of Villains at the training camp. Thankfully, Y/N had managed to escape them, but given how many times they’d attacked UA, she couldn’t help but feel the need to protect herself now. 

Not that Shinsou knew about it, and hopefully he would never know about that. 

Swinging her leg at his head, a hit that Shinsou used to be incapable of dodging, Y/N found these thoughts emptying her mind as he swiftly knocked her to the ground, legs coming to straddle her hips. Though Shinsou ensured not to place his full weight on her as his hands came to grip her own press them down onto the mat they’d been sparring on. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his words, apologizing for besting her. He’d certainly earned it after months of training. Though Y/N couldn’t help but feel shocked as she shifted beneath him, “Shinsou that was amazing! I’m so proud.” She offers him a grin, only to realize he’s not necessarily paying attention. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, call me Hitoshi.” There’s a small smile on his face as he nods, and his eyes are on her, and there’s a distant look in his eyes that leaves Y/N wondering what exactly is going on in his head as he stares down at her. A silence falling between them, Y/N can’t help but think back to all the times her friends had suggested he felt... something more for her.

These thoughts coupled with his piercing gaze cause her cheeks to begin burning as she inhales deeply, eyes meeting his with newfound determination. Y/N uses his distracted state to force them to switch positions, knocking his back onto the mat with a grunt, Y/N seats herself on his hips before bringing her hands to his face and pressing her lips to his.

This probably wasn’t the best plan she could’ve come up with. 

He’s frozen for a moment, but Shinsou’s arms come to hold her hips as one of Y/N’s hands leaves his face to move through his hair, causing Shinsou’s fingers to dig into her hips.

Pulling away, Y/N’s cheeks warm as she mumbles, “so, Hitoshi...” She clears her throat, “we should probably discuss that.”

Shinsou’s head falls against the mat as a laugh escapes him, “I can’t believe I like you.”

Y/N swats at his chest, though she laughs alongside him, falling onto his chest to lay her head against it.

This was nice.

A/N: i got a lil carried away with keigos... oops. also if you read all my headcannons its basically following the same y/n and whichever character because i always do the same backstory akjsdhakjshdkjash everyone has just had a first kiss like 23479283749 times. also WHY IS KIRISHIMA SO HARD TO WRITE FOR I CAN’T DO IT thats why his is short im sorry kjashdkjahsdkjhs

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[honeykami]

-> pretty exchange student

ashido mina, jiro kyoka, yaoyorozu momo

how would the 1a girls react if a fem! student exchange student came and caught their attention? 👀👀👀 — anon

🍯: im so excited to do the girls!! :)

mina ashido

this girl

she immediately goes:

“her i want her, imma get her 😈”

and she did that!

admittedly you led her on because you knew from day one she was trying to date you but you let her

but it was nice because she got to know more about you and your language and culture!

and when you speak your native language she loves it (although she thinks some words sound funny)

jiro kyoka

babie 🥺

she is so shy when she starts to get to know you

she just wanna be friends and learn music 🙈

teach her the music!! she’ll love it because it’s from you!! (also takes your recommendations to heart)

like music is the way to this girls heart

and she asked you out with a song!!

she was blushing so hard and didn’t wanna look at you because she could feel the rejection (that did not come)

yaoyorozu momo

ah yes one of my favs :)

she is mature and is upfront about wanting to be your friend (although she was blushing a bit)

if you mention books or drinks/different teas from where you’re from she’ll read them and try the new teas!! especially if you read with/to her while you guys have tea

she’ll gladly try (and succeed) at learning your language! and it’s impressive on how fluent she can became in such a short amount of time (momo doesn’t half ass stuff y’all)

she does often blush whenever you compliment her or when you excitedly show her a new often and she just can’t help but express how pretty she thinks you are

she doesn’t ask you she’s too shy for that, instead you ask her and you’re upfront about it:

“momo, it’s been almost a year and i feel like we’ve been avoiding a topic... i just want to get it out of the way and say that i like-“

“i like you too! oh i’m sorry for interrupting! just... we’re you gonna say that?”

and the answer is yes

i really love her i wish her plot wasn’t just dealing with her confidence

also get girly a better costume because that book shelf ain’t it and she’s vv exposed for a 16 year old im not shaming! but that costume could have gone several different ways

tagging: @importantcloudbouquet @1-800-s1mping

[soonsluv]

i rlly try to talk to blogs, buts its just awkward and exhausting trying to come up with words , ima keep trying bbut its not gonna be instant (adhd coffee anon)

you don’t have to force yourself ofc, if you don’t feel like talking to ppl then don’t. it’s just mind boggling lmao that word is so funny that almost 800 ppl follow me and im still talking w the same ppl from back when i made that blog, which was over a year ago :/ i write a fic just to be met w hundreds of likes, so many ppl enjoy my work but i can’t even get a “hey, i really liked that fic :)”, doesn’t that seem unfair and demotivating to you? why am i posting my fics if my own followers don’t even drop some feedback in my inbox? just writing fics and never posting them would give the same results so might as well keep all my fics to myself yk?

sorry for ranting and thanks for wanting to interact more, it’s appreciated

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

ANGEL REYES x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: heyyyy, im so happy to see that you’re back, i missed u a lot❤️ i wanted to request 52 and 71 with angel reyes

@aquamento asked: hey hey miss arizaaaa i could i request prompt random 4 and prompt fluffy 73 with angel reyes?❤️

Anon #3 asked: just saw that you’re taking prompts again !!!!!!!! yaaaaay i wanted to request 58 & 65 with angel thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu💖

Prompts:

71. “Yuw butiful”. “Are you drunk?”

52. “Let me take care of you”.

73. “Want to share an ice cream?”

4. “Where the fuck is my shirt?”

58. “It’s cold, hold me”.

65. “Read for me, I love your voice”.

Word Count: 1.4k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

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Someone starts to hit your door angrily and with some kind of desperation, using the palm of a hand and not the knuckles. Placing the bowl of ice cream on the table, you walk towards the entrance, unlocking the door to open it. Angel is there, staggering and carrying a bottle of tequila in his right hand. He smirks at you, brushing back his hair with the ringed fingers, resting his body against the frame.

“Yuw butiful”.

His voice sounds proud, pointing you with the right forefinger, about to let the bottle fall down but holding it up masterfully before spilling it to your feet.

“Ain't gonna be a cowboy anymo'”.

“You mean… a coward?”

“Ya', that's wha' I said. A cowboy”.

“Are you drunk?”

“Who knus, querrrida?” Angel hiccups, covering his lips with a fist for a second.

“Okay, big guy… Let me take care of you, ain't gonna let you drive back home”.

“Yu ma hom, mami”.

“Sure…” Rolling your eyes, you palm his back as he comes into the house.

After closing the door, you take out of his hands the tequila, leaving it over the auxiliary table in the hall. Then, you proceed to take off the kutte, until he grabs your wrists.

“Wo, mami, tak'it'slowwww… Guv me a kiss fir—first”.

“If you don' let me go, Angel, I'll kick your ass into a cold shower”.

“Da'ya like ma ass?”

“Do you want me to call Bishop?”

“NO, NO, NO, NO. SHHHHH… no”. He places a finger on your lips, pressing them to make you shut up.

“Good. Now, give me the kutte”. You demand pulling away his hand from your face.

He obeys like the good boy he really is. Then, he takes off his boots using his heels and supporting his body against the wall. Angel is drunk. Too drunk that he can't even speak well. And looks so funny and adorable trying to flirt with you. You are finding it too difficult not to tease him, when you watch him walking, stumbling over his own feet, to the sofa before falling down on it with a heavy sigh.

Raising up both eyebrows, containing a loud laugh, you come closer palming his back.

“Hey, make me some space… You're bigger than my sofa”.

“Da'ya wanna know wha mo es' bigge?”

“Fuck, no, Angel”. You can't help but break in laughs finally, sitting in a corner of it when he decides to rest his head on your lap.

“Wha ya wa doen?”

“Watching a movie. Want to share an ice cream?” You ask, taking the bowl with both hands.

“Wa flivo?”

“Pistachio”.

“Foc is tha?”

“Ok, try it”.

You offer him the spoon right to his mouth. He licks it, like a dog, before spitting it over his shirt with a disgusted sob. You laugh again while he complains and curses in a drunk spanish, until your neighbor hits your wall.

“Di ya col Bichop?”

“No, Angel. I didn't call Bishop”. You chuckle putting down the bowl over the floor to get up. “You look like a baby”.

“I can be whatava ya wan, mami”.

“Take off your shirt, before you… stain it all”.

“Ef ya wanna see ma nakid jast tell me”.

“Por Dios, stop talking, Angel”.

“Shot ma ap”.

“Yeah, I wish I could really shoot you right now”.

Having to help him, you undress the old Reyes, throwing down the shirt. And before you can press the play to continue with the movie, he grabs your arms to hug himself with them.

“It's cold, hold me”.

You try to get comfy by lying your body down under Angel's, and resting his back on your stomach. He has his eyes closed, with his callous hands touring your knees and your legs from top to bottom. You know how drunk he is, and you're not going to take any advantage, but you like him too much just to not feel anything right now. Your fingers do their work too, watching the film oblivious on the TV, stroking his bare chest with ephemeral caresses.

Under his warm skin you can feel his heart beating quietly, just like his breath. You're not sure if he's sleeping or if he's resting his mind, but he jumps a little between your arms when your phone dings.

“Wasap? Wha's tha'? Where the fuck is ma shirt?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ…” You're laughing again, bowing on the table to take your phone.

“Who is? Ya bofren? Lemme fack hem up”.

Angel begins to throw up some punches to the air, as if he was boxing, making you frown and wrinkle the nose. Bishop is asking you if Angel is there, because he spent the night telling them that he was going to propose to you. You're blushing so fast that even the drunk man notices it.

“Tall ya bofren to fack hem, am ya bofren now”.

“Is your jefe, asking for you”.

“Read da text. Read fo me, I luv ya voice”.

“No, Angel. You should sleep”.

“Bu here with ya”.

“Angel, you weigh a lot”.

“Da'ya wan—”.

“Fuck, no. Stop”. You laugh again, trying to get up while he clings onto your body like an octopus. “Angel, please… Let me go”.

“No…” He sobs once and again, grabbing you stronger. “I came wolken from da club, don' go, plez”.

“Oh, shit… Let me… lie a little comfy at least”.

And he does. Of course he does, after walking for almost one hour to your house, even if it is no more than ten minutes away. Molding your body to his, you turn off the TV, placing your head over a cushion. You fall asleep sooner than you thought you could do it, with Angel resting peacefully on your stomach.

But when your eyes open up again, he's not there anymore. Not even his boots. Not even his kutte. For a second you think that maybe it was a dream, but your shirt smells like him too much. You sigh heavily putting your gaze on the rooftop. He was so close. So close of asking you out that it hurts a little to know that he probably won't remember what happened.

The doorbell ringing pushes you back to reality, getting up from the sofa and having to stretch your back and arms, before starting to walk towards the hall. Somewhat upset you open it, having a flashback of last night. Angel is there again, holding two cardboard glasses of coffee and a small bag.

“I think I owe you an apology”. He's trying to not sound ashamed, but he looks too adorable to think about it.

“Yeah, maybe…”

“I shouldn't have come… drunk. I just…” He purses his lips wrapped in a bundle of nerves, offering you what seems to be breakfast.

“You just what?” You ask then, holding it and leaving him enough space to come in.

“I like you”.

“Should I say that I didn't notice it?” You're holding a sarcastic laugh in your throat, closing the door and leading your feet to the living room.

Angel shakes his head following you, until he's finally in front of you again.

“Listen… I don't know what I said last night, I don't know what I did. I just… woke up without my shirt and betwe—”.

“You spit my ice cream all over your shirt like a fucking five years old eating… baby food”.

“Oh, shit…”

Now, he's more ashamed. Angel covers his face with both hands, drowning there a growl. And you can't help but break in laughs shaking your head.

“Then you… begin to… punch the air 'cause you thought my boyfriend texted me. I don' know, maybe you were feeling like the fucking Conor McGregor”.

“Oh, shit…” He repeats, looking at you between his fingers. “I'm so fucking sorry, I swear”.

“Was a… curious night. I had so much fun”.

“Fuck, I swear I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I only... remember to tell Bishop that I wanted to propose to you”.

“Yeah, he texted me. I just hope you won't do it”.

“Wh—Wha—Why?”

“Angel, the only night we have spent together, you were drunk. I'm not gonna marry you”.

“Not now, but one day”.

“Ahm… yeah, Angel. Not now”.

“But you want to marry me”.

“Maybe. One day. But we can start for a date”.

[salsdemise]

idv body headcanobs...

Anon I have no idea what you meant by this lmao/nm

So i just went with their body types, like height and stuff.

Theres not all of them, only some lol (Luca, Andrew, Kevin, Emma, Emily, Antonio)

so sorry if these suck

word count: 800

Luca:

-He’s like 5’7, pretty lanky build?

-not too tall, not too skinny, more leg muscle than anything because, come on they ALL run like hell when a hunter is after them lmao

-I feel like he’s got a few scars on him from getting hit by hunters, maybe some more than others because he gets caught more often?

-little bit of arm muscle from hauling himself over walls and knocking some kinda heavy palettes over

-has definitely bitten through his lip a few times. Snaggle tooth n all, he’s fallen and had an accident once or twice

-as for his eye, you know the one that looks bruised, it keeps getting bruised, it’s not a long lasting one time bruise.

-He keeps getting hit by a hunter and they end up hitting him in the eye sometimes

-very steady person, steady hands when working/decoding, agile.

-not very warm or cold honestly, he’s the neutral.

Andrew:

-oh boy I haven’t thought or talked about Andrew in forever uh

-he’s tall. Like 6’8-6’9, not that tall really.

-he’s skinny, pale, sickly, as the wiki describes it.

-I feel like hes kinda shaky? Like almost all the time?

-forever a cold person. He’s cold to the touch.

-flinchy, doesn’t really like to be touched at all

-skinny, as mentioned above, but hes got some muscle under all those clothes i swear.

-he has to to dig that fucking quickly underground

-slouches a fuck ton to seem less intimidating(trust me being as tall as he is, people LOOK)

-pretty clumsy when vaulting , has def hit himself with a palette a few times

-he’s good on the red church map because I feel like he’s more familliar with that over all the other maps lol

Kevin:

-Probably about 5’10

-the most built out of everyone because he literally carries his teammates and BOLTS while doing so -he’s fuckig fast too-

-tan, probably has some weird tan lines somewhere

-def has a few bruises from his teammates hitting his body weirdly when he grabs them.

-once his leg gave out while he was in a match and carrying emma and he fell weirdly and she landed on him and his leg broke and some of emma’s tools jabbed him.

-has marks(scars, bruises) from the ox kicking him that one time.

- warm person, like a space heater sometimes. Doesn’t bug him but the other survivors are a little bothered.

(jake sent me a pic of cowboyboot rollerskates while i was writing this and im now adding, kevin wore these during a match once and got so fucking hurt, joseph pittied him and dropped him in the dungeon)

Emily: -5’6 and agile.

-generally a light woman, still strong enough to vault and knock over some heavy pallets though

-she’s a very serious person when it comes to matches, so theres no room for error

-steady hands when healing, messes up a little when decoding sometimes.

-I feel like she’s got cooler hands but the rest of her is like?? Room temp??yk?

-has a lot of thigh muscle from crouching down to heal herself and teammates

-has probably handled her needle wrong and stabbed herself a few times. Small or larger scars from how fast/what direction it was taken out lol

-her fingers are calloused from accidentally pricking herself so many times. Thats why she wears gloves.

-has lost a shoe on the sacred hearts hospital map and cut her food open.

Emma:

-def a little more roughed up than some of the others

-she’s like 5’9

-pretty strong, she does carry that tool box around a lot. And that time she,,yk,, carried that suitcase and that, probably pretty heavy, scarecrow on fire to distract leo.

-really fucking fast, she’s a kiter after all.

-has tripped a fair few times, has indeed eaten dirt.

-when i said she was a little more beaten up I meant it, she’s a kiter and hunters go for her so often

-vaults like a pro, keeps running right after

-has scars on her arms from moving wrong while taking apart the chairs

-I don’t have much sorry

Antonio: -HES LITERALLY FUCKING FALLING APART HELP

-he’s like 6’9 too

-once lost an arm during a match it was terrifying

-stumbling around most of the match

-isn’t he like...dead?

-well he’s fucking flexible so a lot of the people at the manor think he is

-he’s dead cold. Literally freezing

-fingers are also calloused because he plays the violin

-HE’S LITERALLY DEAD HELP

-He’s stepped on his hair before and his neck just kinda...bent

[onlyfortheplot]

heyy so um im sorry to spill this all out but im back again. my sister is being abusive again and she just punched me and slapped me for no reason. if u could send some nice words id appreciate it :^)

Stop.

Stop apologizing. You are doing the right thing by reaching out and asking for support. So please. Don't say sorry.

And no. I don't care if she is your SISTER. Your MOTHER. Your BOYFRIEND. It doesn't matter. If they put your hand on you that is wrong. You have the right, the absolute right, to say:

Stop. That hurts. And I don't like it.

And that may not get to them to stop, it usually doesn't but it's a start.

And I will be your big sister. I will be there if you need me. So please don't hesitate to send an ask or a DM.

And I will say the words, you might not hear enough.

You are amazing. You make me proud.

I couldn't ask for a better friend.

I love you so much, it hurts.

You make me smile, you make me happy to be here.

Anon, I don't know who you are. But what I do know is that you are a good person.

I love you. Please don't forget that.

I love YOU. and You are WORTH it.

🥰

@colorblendart @janellion @hqstuffsforme @kuroos-babie @qloxssy @snazzieyama @ciels-the-limit @kuronekomama @litle-crow @lizbotw @krusty-cheetahs @the-kool-aid-man-is-real @sstardusty @tetsusbabe @1-800-imagine @boosyboo9206

🥺👉👈 Could we give this Anon some kind words pwease

[sundaysundaes]

im sorry but what the fucking hell did i just read (its SPECTRA btw) girl... u want to see me crying at 4 am so bad huh 😭😭😭 i was reading the first part and hoping that they will somehow be with e/o in the 2nd part... and yes i was SMILING when they are finally together. but as i read the car part I JUST KNOW THAT SMTH BAD WOULD HAPPENED EVEN BEFORE I READ THE WHOLE PARAGAPH... and i hate that i am right about it like what the hell i just knew that the fucking car would crash with a fucking haechan in it 😭😭😭😭 youre so mean, you made me cry like a pathetic person i am. idk god youre so mean to me. BUT your writings are so freaking beautiful, are you aware of that??? even when you make me cried i just wanna tell you that you deserve so much more than just 200 notes or 600 notes or 800 notes. BECAUSE TO BE VERY HONEST YOU DESERVE LIKE 100000000 notes. damn the way i could fell butterflies in my stomach just by reading your fics speak volume about how amazing yours are.

p.s. yes i am your 5 am anon (if you remember me) i am really sorry for cursing a lot and sending you like i think 5 ask already... god this is so long i am sorry.

5AM ANON WELCOME BACKKKK OF COURSE I REMEMBER YOUUUUUU

OMG BABY I FEEL LIKE I WANT TO EXPLODE WHENEVER I GOT YOUR MESSAGE!!! like how can you be so kind to me darling i don't deserve your love, you're being too kind 😭😭😭

I didn't mean to make you cry with Spectra but I'm glad I could pull that emotion out of you lol here baby lemme hug you, you poor poor sweet summer child

and please NEVER APOLOGIZE from sending me these messages! your words make me happy and motivate me to write more and more!!! i'm sorry that I haven't posted anything new for NCT fandom because I'm still trying to finish my The Last Song series but after that, I'll go back!!

last but not least

[ihatebnha]

im ashamed to say that i would totally fuck deflated all might 🏃🏻‍♀️

why are you ashamed? WHY ARE YOU ASHAMED???????????? 

unlike the fandom, i am absolutely NOT ashamed to say that i would fuck small might... I would let that man do almost anything to me... he could diddle me until I was dead and i would still try to suck the soul outta him... (even tho it’s sorta already gone)

i just know, in every sense of the word, that deflated all might fucks hella good. he has to, not only because he was The All Might, but also because he has to make up for the fact that he can no longer use AFO.... and that’s okay!!! 

he’s humble, good natured... always does his best..... and even though he’s skinny now, he was still the international number one hero for like 30 years (which honestly, makes up for everything, anyway)????????? he knows how to work it BOTH ways.. 

AHAJBSHDFJHSDJK someone let me put his dick in my mouth GOD........

but okay... i sorta get where ur coming.... compared to bakugo and izuku and todoroki and idk even dabi and stuff... MAYBE he’s not the best choice... he is a lil skinny now and has a pair boodshot eyes... but honestly... i have never met a skinny man who wasn’t eager to please.. so..... skinny all might... if ur seeing this, my number is 1-800-fuck-me and i’m free all day this week.... 

there is just something about him being a humble, nice guy who could also fuck the shit out of you that makes me want 2 jump his bones so bad... strong men (even if they’re physically weak) who act like they arent strong and treat u so good (which i know he would) are just so.... MWAH.... so I’m sorry izuku but you’re my stepson now.... ur anon’s stepson too... just accept it... 

anyway this whole thing is why... u have elite taste!!❤️💙 

(ALSO, I know a lot of fans have kinda mixed feelings about All Might, and may feel as though he plays favorites, so I don’t want anyone to think that this means those aren’t valid criticisms!! I find him to be a pretty complex character, which is sorta part of his charm!!)