#this one came out 2 be one of my favs so far

[schumi-nadal]

Wow, I didn't think that post would get me even more hate to be honest 😅

First of all, I wasn't talking about ALL Carlos fans but about some "fans" (you can't call them like that, not after the really harsh words I received) who came into my asks when i asked nothing: I never was mean about Carlos, i didn't even defend Charles. I only posted 2-3 things related to this Charlos gate or whatever the fandom is calling it.

Here are some of the posts in questions:

After the first one, I received insults (anons and non anons, I don't know what is worst, that's what I was talking about them being younger and not knowing how the Schumi era and baby Shumi era were, (the non-anos were 17-18) because people misunderstood it (or understood what they wanted to understand).

After one or two more posts after the end of the race, it escalated very quickly, I received death threats! That's very serious! How can it come to this for a FUCKING sport? There are more serious things in life!

So, yeah, I was quite pissed after that.

Also, I didn't even defend Charles in my post, rereading now and I undertand I may have sound like I did but I'm French and I may have translated word by word what i wanted to say (it's a bit complicated but we sometimes use "you" to talk about people + ourserlves in some sketchy expressions). Anyway, what he said was definitely inappropriate and very "childish" in a way. Those words should had been spoken in private with his team and Carlos, not in front of million of people; and I think if FIA penalised swear words, they should start looking at those kind of statements.

Also, for those saying that I would be the kind of person to insult their favorite driver(s), you don't know me, you can even check my blog if you have nothing more interesting to do (lol), I never insulted anyone like some people do in f1blr. We can dislike or even hate a driver with our whole being, that's ok, for each their own I guess. We can't love everyone, you have the right to defend your favs, that's our choice too, but don't go and roast people when they didn't even say something wrong in the first place. (again, i hope those anons are reading it)

I never got haters before today (just one a few months ago with tennisblr but it was more a troll more than anything else) I usually don't interract a lot because I don't like conflicts but receiving multiple insults for something I can't control: I'm not Charles, I can't control what he says, I'm not a Carlos hater neither, i'm just here, blogging and reblogging stuff I love, mostly sports, sometimes with my particular sense of humor.

Nobody is perfect for sure, and I'm sorry if some of you thought I was just calling out Carlos or defending Charles. He may be one of my favourite drivers, just like other drivers can be yours: all of them are not flawless and we may continue to like them or not after different sorts of situations, that's up to us.

To finally finish my thesis (sorry if you're still reading), I didn't know that I would be so stressed on tumblr one day (call me a sensitive person) but this website is my sanctuary, I hope it will stay like that for a very long time but you can't be appreciated by the whole world, I lost some of my mutuals and i accept that. This morning's messages went too far and that's not normal to say thing like that, no matter how peacecul I am, I had to call them out. Also, on my other fandoms, you can share thought without (or almost) getting attacked verbally, that's sad that it's not the same anymore here, but yeah, football is the same.

You can choose to answer or not, I won't block anyone because I don't feel the need to, opinions can be shared but respectfully, I would be happy to talk more if some of you are up to.

So, I don't know what to add, have a great end of the season, everyone!

i don't know if everyone who reblogged or commented can see it when I reblog it so i'm tagging y'all: @midesastremanifiesto , @janesurlife , @gaypoetsblog , @katarf1a , @chaitalinath , @danieldrivesfast , @landhoe-norris , @eightsixtiism

One thing is funny about being insulted by all those Carlos "fans" (won't call them real fans tbh he deserves way better than toxic people): I was already watching F1 that they were not born, if you think that Charles was shitty today, just remember we had Michael Schumacher as the most dramatic queen ever and Sebastian Vettel was a little Gremlin at some points. REAL FANS WERE NOT FIGHTING FOR THAT!

[localbisexual333]

arcane season 2 theories pt 2

ok first spoilers ahead

Second it was totally worth waiting 3 years for season 2 bc of how amazingly awesome it is

Part 2 aka the newest 3 episodes are even better than the first 3 which i didnt know was possible

Okay future me here im so srry i didnt post theories for pt2 of arcane season 2 i got eeally busy and didnt remember till i was almost done watching episode 7

Anyway loved the final 3 episodes and they are def my top 3 favs of arcane as a whole

Next if you havent watched danny motta's reaction to arcane season 2 so far watch it its funny and he isnt prepared

Now for my theories and whatever on what's next

First off - jayce and victor are never going to get rid of the gay for each other rumors. Like the scene in episode 2 and the end of episode 8.... those rumors are gonna stick around

Then an alternative universe with ekko and power/jinx falling for each other is so cute and i wish the main ekko and jinx were able to have that

The alternative universe thanks to the arcane transporting them explains how the different outfits characters in the game can have work its all thanks to the arcane (i dont play but there was a theory on game theory about arcane season wondering how it was gonna work). Also episode 7 is probly my fav

A quick break for what some of the spinoffs could be - mel with her powers and dealing with black rose and all, vi and cait, ekko maybe trying to get jinx back using magic or something(like wanda in wanda vision), finding out if hiemerdinger is alive cause he disappears but doesnt reappear like ekko does, if jayce and viktor are alive or dead, sevika maybe becoming part of the new council, fish guy training new enforcers and dealing with the remaining shimmer, singed's daughter being alive and looking like the people viktor saved. There are even more possibilities but thats what i came up with.

There are a lot of parallels too, like in the alternative universe vi was dead and in the main one jinx dying. Maybe one of them always had to die for there to be peace. Vi hums the song young jinx sings in the very first episode. Jinx drinking and liking orange juice like her mom. Vi seeing vander in season 1 and jinx seeing slico. Alternate universe silco talking about forgiveness and cait kinda forgiving jinx. And more but thats what i thought of off the top of my head and what i remembered

In another post I'll talk about the apocalypse alternative universe jayce was in but the final thing i want to mention is mylo and clagger in the alternative universe

When mylo looks at the dj girl claggor looks at him in a way i think is a little gay that could just be me but i wanted to mention it and as i write this i thought of something else to mention but i forgot. I'll post about whatever it is when/if i remember

If you read till here thank you and have a great day/evening/night and share anything you want in the comments

[magnificentmicrowave]

songtember day 8: Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - もんだいガール

[bmpmp3]

and since im in a musicposting mood you should listen to jellyfish right NOW

[mariasont]

maria, i have an ideaaa!!

bimbo!assistant!reader goes on a date with a really shitty guy. and she sneaks away to the back door and calls hotch in the alley to come and save her (it’s also raining). she’s all wet and her makeup’s all ruined when hotch comes.

he then takes her back to his place and takes care of her… and… mushy soft fluffiness happens… and maybe feelings are confessed… and maybe a kiss or 2 happens…🥰💖

TALK ABOUT A BAD DATE - A.H

a/n: genius, genius, you are an absolute genius!!!!!!!!!!! this was probably my fav bimbo!reader fic to write <3 thank you sm for requesting

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

warnings: um the rain takes out reader's shirt, so she does kinda flash him for a hot sec, hotch also blatantly checks out her ass, cuties being sickeningly cute, cuties kiss in 4k

wc: 2k

A perfect, flawless, stunning, never-been-done before outfit wasted on a loser of a guy. Your makeup had taken an hour alone, your hair—well, you didn't even want to think about it because you were certain you were starting to break out in hives.

You steadied yourself against the brick wall, the uneven asphalt beneath your heels threatening to take you down as you fished your phone from the depths of your purse.

You dialed the first number you could think of--Hotch's. His was also the only one you had memorized. The battery icon flashed a warning of five percent as you hunched beneath the alleyway's awning, trying to shield yourself from the rain. You desperately hoped he'd pick up.

There was frankly no plan B if he didn't. Go back inside and ask you so-called date for a ride? That was not an option. The moment he pulled up in one of those big trucks, with its deafening music and roaring engine, you regretted not driving yourself. After all, you were well aware what men were compensating for with a big truck.

"Hotchner."

His voice was gruff, the sound slightly distorted by the speaker. You imagined he had just walked through his door, despite the time being eight o'clock on a Friday night. He was presumably preparing to pour his routine glass of scotch.

"Sir, it's me," you said, attempting to ignore the relentless raindrops assaulting your makeup--a battle they seemed intent on winning. Clearly, the concept of setting spray was foreign to them. "Can I ask you for a favor? If you say yes, I pinky promise I'll stop rearranging your desk. I know you have a system, but it just looks so bland sometimes."

"I'm going to overlook that desk comment," he stated, his sigh audible through the phone. You could picture the pensive frown that came with it. "What do you need?"

You drew your lips into a tight line, looking down to watch the rain mock the effort you had put into your outfit.

"Can you come pick me up? Pretty please with sugar on top?"

"Pick you up? From where? Are you okay?"

You shivered slightly, your free hand instinctively rubbing warmth into your arm. You should've brought a jacket. The thought of sharing this evening's failings with your boss did not sound appealing, so you avoided most of his questions.

"I'll text you the location, okay?"

"Okay, yes, I'll be there. Just stay put."

You thanked him and followed that by a double promise to stay put (he didn't believe you the first time). You also told him you'd wait inside, which was less than truthful. The thought of getting drenched was far more attractive than the prospect of bumping in that women-hating boy again.

You didn't have to wait long, thankfully, spotting Hotch's car turn into the alley, the headlights flaring up like spotlights against your face. You used a manicured hand to shield your eyes, narrowing them against the glare. The distinct sound of a door opening and closing signaled his arrival, and soon, Hotch was striding towards you.

"Christ, get in the car," Hotch insisted, more a command than a suggestion.

He was by your side in an instant, his arm on yours as he opened your door and helped you in. Then, unexpectedly, he reached over you to fasten the seatbelt. You giggled, his hand pausing just above your thigh.

"What?"

The rain gently streamed over his perfect skin, his hair now saturated and plastered to his brow, his blue dress shirt bearing the brunt of the downpour.

"You don't trust me to buckle my own seatbelt?"

"I don't trust you with a lot of things." Completely false. "For instance, your choice of men." Completely true.

He clicked the seatbelt into place and swung the door shut, cutting off any chance of a response, then moved around the car to the driver's side.

You can't help but pout, even as your eyes traced the line of his jaw. "How'd you know?"

Any trace of annoyance vanished as quickly as it came as he placed a hand behind you, giving you an even better view of his profile while he reversed the car. Your focus shifted to the ripple of muscles under his shirt.

"I'm trained to know when someone is in distress and you practically spelled it out. The restaurant, the clothes..." His voice tapered off, disguising his pause with a cough while his gaze flickered over your outfit, his cheeks tinged with a fleck of red. "I've got a spare sweatshirt in the back if you need it."

You traced his line of sight to your chest. Emitting a small squeak, you quickly shielded yourself with your arms, realizing that your white top had become completely see through.

"Totally not embarassing," you say, pursing your lips as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

"It's fine," Hotch insists, but you don't miss how his eyes are now careful not to drift from the road. "Put your seatbelt back on."

"I can't reach the sweatshirt."

You shift to face the back, knees planted on your seat as you lean over to grab just the thing you were looking for. In the rearview mirror you catch the brief moment his eyes do stray, discreetly (or so he thought) sweeping over your ass.

A self-satisfied smile crept across you face as you slid back into your seat, slipping on the sweatshirt. It smelled like him—an intoxicating blend of aged leather and pine. You liked it. A lot.

"So do you wanna talk about it?"

You really didn't. With a sigh, you dug through your purse for your lip gloss. Flipping down the passenger mirror, you froze, confronting your reflection.

"Hotch, didn't you think to mention my face is all... smudgy?"

Your mascara (and setting spray) had betrayed you, leaving dark trails down your cheeks and a slightly unhinged look.

"Your face is perfect," Hotch remarks dryly, like he was tired of you, he undoubtedly was. You were a handful after all. "Why are you avoiding my question?"

You let out a delighted gasp.

"Did you just say my face is perfect?" Leaning over the console, you tap his nose with your finger. "You're just the sweetest."

The look Hotch gives you is flat, expectant as if he knows just what you were trying to do.

"Okay, okay, fine, it was just a terrible date. Like, Hotch, I'm talking disaster-level bad. He made fun of my job, ate like a toddler, and his truck? He wouldn't shut up about it." Your hands are now shuffling through the contents of your purse in a panic. "And now, I can't find my keys."

"Your house keys?"

A breath of frustration flows from you, fingers pulling through your hair as you nod. "Dang it."

You felt a slight unraveling in your usual poise, and the panicking that came with it. Hotch's hand landed on your shoulder, his thumb grazing across your collarbone.

"Hey, it's fine. It's late, and you're upset. You can stay at my place tonight, I'll crash on the couch, and we'll find your keys in the morning."

He made everything seem so simple.

"I'm not upset," you insist, lips pursing as you angle your body just enough to feel his touch more fully.

His hands felt right on you.

He chuckled quietly, his thumb tracing a path from your shoulder to brush away the solitary tear beneath your eye that you hadn't noticed before.

"Must be a raindrop," you shrug. Hotch's soft laugh tells you he doesn't quite buy it. "Are you sure you don't mind me staying over?"

"I'm certain."

"Okay."

"So why did your date make fun of your job?"

"Because," you start, your fingertip lazily sketching doodles on the misted car window, "when I was telling him about being an assistant and working for you, he implied that the only reason you hired me was so you had something pretty to look at."

"Well, he's not entirely wrong."

You let out a surprised giggle. "Hotch!"

You reach over the console, pinching his arm which he just laughed off, pulling into what you assumed was his driveway. You had never been to his house. It was nice. Really nice, the kind you'd find in movies—not imposing, but inviting, with its brick walls and stout brown pillars framing the porch.

You were even more surprised when you entered the house. The image you had of Hotch's house one of meticulous order, a place where you could hear the tick of a clock from rooms away. But this... this was a home. There were throw blankets casually draped over the couch, books overflowing, armchairs worn in just the right places.

You lean down, intent on stripping off the torturous heels, but a wobble has you teetering. Hotch is quick to step in.

"Here," he offers, lifting each foot in turn to his knee, skillfully undoing the straps and easing them off you.

Standing flat-footed, you suddenly feel much shorter, and you wonder if Hotch has ever seen you without them.

You look up at him, smiling cheekily. "My very own prince charming."

He ignored you and moved through the living room. "Do you want a pair of sweatpants?"

"Sharing clothes now, are we? I bet there's a clause against this in the employee handbook."

Hotch raises an eyebrow, "I don't think I need to remind you of the numerous times I've overlooked your creative interpretations of the handbook rules."

"So you're admitting to showing me favoritism?"

You plucked the sweatpants from his hands, not giving him an option to respond as you shuttled yourself into his bathroom. You changed quickly, trading your sopping wet clothes for Hotch's dry, warm ones.

You reentered the living room to find Hotch reclining on the couch with an ease that was new to your eyes. He, too, had slipped into something more comfortable—sweats and a form fitting grey long sleeve that threatened to distract you completely.

You dropped your purse onto the coffee table and settled next to him, maybe a little closer than you should have.

He let out a sound that was more a breath than a laugh, a sound that all the same made your heart flutter unexpectedly. "You've still got some, uh, makeup under your eyes."

He reached up to wipe it away with his thumb.

"It won't come off that way," you said, grabbing his wrist with a soft smile. "I have makeup wipes in my purse."

But he didn't hand you your bag like you would've thought, instead he dug through it, pulling out the wipes and starting to dab at your face. The softness of his touch felt disarmingly intimate, so gentle it coaxed your eyes to flutter more slowly, eyelids becoming more heavy.

Your head tilted downward and Hotch used his free hand to tilt it back up. "Stay still, or I'm going to poke your eye out."

"You're making me sleepy," you murmur, your voice a soft, drowsy hum, but then he moved the wipe to your lips and suddenly you were anything but.

He was even more gentle with your lips, if that was possible, wiping away the gloss like you were made of glass.

Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself gazing into his warm, brown-sugared eyes, your heart thundering in your chest. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. How did you get so close? You weren't sure, but he was there, noses almost touching.

He pulled away the wipe, using his thumb to clean up left over gloss though you were sure there wasn't any. His hand paused there, resting on your lower lip like it was meant to be there. You felt every fiber of your being stand on high alert. You wondered what he was thinking.

Did he want to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him?

"Are you going to kiss me?" You asked, half-hopeful, half-daring, giving a microphone to your inner monologue.

He took a moment, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes then back down again. "Yes."

It was certain. Like there was no doubt about it, but he didn't move.

"Okay, I'm ready," you breathed out, pulse roaring in your ears.

Hotch's laughter was a low and warm sound. You had heard it a lot tonight.

"You kill me," he said, and it wasn't patronizing—it was affectionate and genuine, and it made your whole body turn to mush.

Then his lips were on yours, and you were both laughing, the sound muffled by lips. It was tentative at first but it quickly morphed into something sweet and soft and perfect.

"Aren't you glad my date went terribly?" you mumbled into his soft skin.

"Devastatingly glad."

One thing was clear—Hotch was not going to end up sleeping on the couch tonight.

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Devil's minion fic rec list!

these are just a few recs I was putting together for some friends. this list isn't exhaustive, it's just what I've clicked on and enjoyed so far. the tag is updating at lightning speed right now (bless you all) so there is absolutely a bunch of amazing fics I haven't read yet!

btw these are majority show canon. I haven't read the books. also I made categories that made sense to me, if they don't make sense to you don't worry about it just ignore them lol

Post season 2

Dubai penthouse immediately after (turning daniel)

hold me like water (christ, hold me like a knife) by sahwen (6.7k) the vulnerability of armand in this one is so intriguing. I really loved it

in the detail(s) by infinitevariety (6.7k) a favorite line so far ���armand curled up like a dying spider’. that's exactly him right after louis leaves

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning by trinityofone (1.9k) daniel gets turned, but with an added power

Post turning daniel

two truths and a liar by andrealyn (9.9k) daniel goes on a book press tour and armand turns up

what's it called when a young guy pays old men for their company by chaosandteo (1.3k) daniel's daughters find out he's a homewrecker 

Couch Surfers' Honor by tihsho (1.3k) two things in my head: 1. armand curled around daniel like a creature 2. the way daniel stops drinking to bitch at armand I'm shrieking 

During s2 (alternate canons)

how memory makes monsters into myth by blueskiddoo (5.9k)  alice is armand theory, wip but I'm BIG EYES over it. I love the set up so far

the spiral is unspooling by reedroad (60k) wip but pretty hefty already (60k!). the devils minion chapter incorporated into the past of the show, with daniel uncovering his memories of armand. very good read with lush world building. my fav thing in this is how daniel is written, and his daughters popping up in the fic. 

Past hijinks (post s2 canon)

you're sharp alright by LuckyDiceKirby (4.4k) mid 2000's daniel gets picked up by a weirdo at a bar :) it's a pattern

Post season 1 (before s2 came out)

outcast of all this night by gaypiratedivorce (37k) long and fun, armand follows daniel back to new york and stalks him while he writes this book. "Please don't tell me Louis dumped you and now you're fucking with my work to get back at him."

icarus' life has only just begun by andrealyn (15.9k) daniel gets de-aged (on purpose by armand) he wants to live a life with him from the beginning again 

[galactic-rhea]

WDYM Anakin is Luke and Leia's dad

I dunno if this post will reach the Star Wars fandom but I hope it does because I'm sure you all will get a good laugh at me.

As of recent I have developed a good hiperfixation for Star Wars, the thing is I knew nothing. NOTHING about Star Wars besides the fact it had aliens and...a war...in space? And funny swords. And main character is Luke or something, I spent over 20 years ignoring anything about Star Wars and somehow missing most references out there.

And recently, literally less than a month ago I saw a gif and said to my partner "oh this guy this guy looks cool, this gif looks nice" and he said "Oh well, he's a good character." And it all developed into me watching Clone Wars, the animated series you know and...and I was kinda blown away, on my opinion the show IS GREAT. And I love every character and their interactions, I love how much they focus on side characters, and they all seem very well written. I got hiperfixated really fast and saw Anakin and I was like "Omg, babygirl. He's a blorbo now."

And because of the show, this was super unexpected, but somehow I also got, really got, into the ship with Padmé because omg, cool woman. Literal happy squeaky noises of someone who was in a bad state and needed some good ol' distraction and comfort.

Now, like I said I knew nothing about Star Wars as a whole. And I still haven't watched the movies, besides the ocassional gif?

So imagine my shock, my surprise, my...bewilderment when I realized.

"Wait a minute, LUKE IS ANAKIN'S SON?! HOLY-"

Ladies, gentleman, and others, I think I came very late to this party and I don't even know how it took me so long.

Not only that, but because of this sudden love for the series, I went to my friends circle like "BESTIE, GUESS WHAT, I HAVE A NEW BLROBO AND A NEW FAV SHIP AND EEEP"

And my friends are like "omg that's amazing, what is it?"

I tell them, and of course they all know these characters and they all react like they know this very bad secret fact and I got told several times already "Please, don't watch the episodes 2 and 3 alone, it will hurt."

I feel like blissfully walking among rainbows and blue skies while everyone else know that my future is doomed. Somehow.

(Uncomfortable silence)

Not only that, but then I spent a whole deal of time thinking "Where the heck I have seen these guys" cus there was some fmailiarity I couldn't just point out and then one day I woke up, brushed my teeth and of all sudden I realized and it was such a shock.

Do you know how SURREAL is to get very into a character, and into a ship, and then realize they're the same from that super widespread meme that has been around for who knows how much time?

I swear I thought that meme was from some old medieval fantasy movies or something.

But alas, Star Wars now is EVERYWHERE. People do references to Star Wars ALL THE TIME and it's just now I'm catching them.

I got spoilers. From a meme. In a youtube review that had nothing to do with Star Wars hah. Everything is a spoiler, the world is an apparent spoiler. Now I'm here, trying to avoid spoilers from something everyone seems to know, even my family knows. It's so surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way 😂

Anyways, if you read until here, know that a wild ride still waits me, cuz I'm only starting Season 3 of Clone Wars and I don't plan to watch the movies until I finish the series.

And yes, I made this blog just to ramble freely about SW and draw stuff because it sparked my inspiration after a long art block.

Have this doodle I drew after watching the two first episodes, my offering for you reaching this far.

Note: Wouldn't Anakin and Padmé's ship name be Animé? Cuz that's hilarious.

[superhaught]

Gym Class Heroes (Chapter Two)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: homophobia

Word Count: ~2300, Part 2/?

Part 1

Regina pursues her interest in protecting reader as she recovers from the basketball to the head.

Turns out, you did indeed have a mild concussion from the basketball incident, so you took the weekend and the following Monday off of school to rest and recuperate.

You were napping when your mom knocked lightly on your bedroom door and then came in. You woke up and saw that she had an armful of things.

“One of your school friends stopped by and brought your homework from today plus a card and some snacks, how sweet!”

You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, “one of my friends? Do you know who?”

“Oh I don’t know, sweetheart. She was blonde and tall and pretty.”

You couldn’t help your face from lighting up, “gimme the card!”

Your mom handed you everything and you tore open the envelope. It was a simple “get well soon” card but what you were most interested in was the handwritten note. The writer’s penmanship was exquisite, not that you were particularly surprised by that fact. The card smelled like her perfume, as if she had spritzed some on. She’s unreal, you thought. Fragrant notes of orange blossom and rose filled your nostrils and it was addictive. 

The note read: Hey you, I hope you’re doing okay and aren’t too worried about getting behind on schoolwork. If you need help getting your homework done, I know a guy. Anyways, Shane got three days of suspension, which isn’t enough, imo. Text me if ur bored <3 R

She wrote her phone number at the end. You giggled and reread it in full, going as far as kicking your feet excitedly under your blankets. 

“She seems like a sweet girl,” your mom pointed out.

Her voice brought you back to reality. You cleared your throat, “mom, my head is kind of hurting, can I go back to sleep?”

“Oh yeah, of course honey! Get some rest.”

“Thank you,” you set the card down next to you and laid back down as your mom left and once she closed the door behind her, you grabbed your phone and began typing a message to Regina’s number. 

“Hey, ‘R’” you wrote. 

The message delivered and the little typing-indicator dots showed up right away, then her message back came through, “I’m glad you didn’t keep me waiting ;)” then she sent a second message, “how are you feeling?”

[Text Message Transcript: Reader: I’m feeling okay. I got a concussion like you thought, but I should be back tomorrow. Thank you for the snacks, btw. How did you know cheez-its are my fav? | Regina: My lips are sealed | Reader: You must have gone to a lot of effort to discover my favorite snacks and my home address… | Regina: It’s nothing someone with my social power can’t handle. | Reader: Well, I owe you. For this and for taking care of me yesterday. | Regina: You don’t owe a thing | Reader: Come on, you’ve gotta let me repay you somehow. | Regina: I won’t allow it | Reader: -_- | Regina: :P | seriously. don’t worry about it. | Reader: But why are you being so nice to me? | Regina: because | Reader: That isn’t an answer | Regina: must I have a reason?? | Reader: People usually do | Regina: cynical of you | I guess I feel bad. MY idiot ex gave you a concussion and was an asshole | also | I think ur cute | Reader: It’s not like you own him. | Regina: are you just gonna ignore that last part | Reader: I was getting there! how do you type so fast when you have acrylics?? | Regina: ... | i blame your concussed brain | Reader: You thought about making a dirty joke, didn't you? | Regina: no | maybe | Reader: So... you think I'm cute? | Regina: Not anymore. I take it back because you embarrassed me. | Reader: No take backsies | Regina: Well now I really take it back because that was dumb | Reader: I don't believe you! | Regina: good | you're going to have to see through my bitch act if we keep going along this path | Reader: "if we keep going along this path" meaning...? | Regina: meaning... if you let me take you out on a date | when you're all recovered of course | Reader: Like... a date date? | Regina: yeah dumbass | what other kind is there?| Reader: Sorry!! I've just... never been asked out before | Regina: okay well... I am asking you out | End of transcript]

Being stunned, you didn’t respond to Regina’s text right away. Your heart was pounding. You couldn’t believe that Regina, the queen bee of the school, the most popular girl, the previously-believed-to-be-completely-and-totally-straight-girl, was asking you out. 

Another text from her popped up, “well don’t leave me hanging”

You decided that you wanted to call her. Maybe you felt like you needed to in order to confirm that this was actually real. You called and it rang twice and then you heard her voice through the phone.

She chuckled as she spoke, “hi…”

“Hi…” you said back, suddenly forgetting what words were. 

“What did you want to say that couldn’t have been sent over text?”

“I just… you really want to date me?”

“Yes. I do. Is that really so shocking?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Well listen, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now. And, as I’m sure you are aware, I’m used to getting what I want.”

You shuddered and then replied, “Regina… I’d love to go out with you.”

The two of you continued to talk on the phone well into the night. It was Regina who insisted that you hang up and go to bed to get some good sleep before coming to school tomorrow. The blonde also offered to pick you up in the morning and drive you to school herself. You, of course, accepted. 

You went to sleep feeling lighter than air. 

In the morning, you got ready for school with more zeal than you ever had in your life. Your mother wondered out loud whether you had been replaced overnight by an entirely different person. You just smiled and said that you were happy and feeling better. 

There was a car horn honk from your driveway and your mom kissed your cheek goodbye as you left your home. 

Regina was sitting in her black Jeep, using her mirror to fix her hair. She smiled at you as you came out of your house and approached the passenger side of her car. She leaned and reached over, cracking the door open for you and then offering you her hand to hold as you stepped up into the car.

You sat down and tossed your backpack into the backseat. 

She smiled again, looking you over, “you look so cute!” Regina then gently caressed her thumb over the bruise on your forehead from the basketball, “and this is looking much better.”

You looked her up and down as well and smiled, “you look incredible…”

“Thanks, baby.” 

She had called you ‘baby’ on the phone the night before as well. The affection made your heart flutter.

She continued, “get buckled, let’s go.”

Regina drove you both to school and parked in her spot in the student lot. It wasn’t an assigned parking spot or anything, it was just the closest spot to her preferred entrance and it was hers by way of having scolded anyone who had ever dared to park there.

When you got out of the car, Regina walked over to you and took your hand in hers. 

Surprised, you said, “you know, we haven’t actually gone out yet…”

“I know that. Do you mind if I hold your hand anyway? Do I have to wait before I can show you off?”

“I don’t mind,” you smiled. 

Regina walked you into the school and immediately, all eyes were on the two of you. You half expected Regina to drop your hand but she didn’t. You glanced over at her and she was proud. Beaming even. 

She squeezed your hand a little tighter and looked at you, “you okay?”

You nodded your head, “I am.”

Regina went with you to your locker and leaned against the adjacent locker while you put your backpack away. Then Regina noticed that you had a small magnetic mirror in your locker and she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you from behind and looked into the mirror.

“We look good together, don’t we?”

You looked at the image in the mirror and thought she was right. With her bright blonde locks draped over your shoulders, her manicured fingers touching your neck, her cheek pressed against yours, it was a dream come true. 

“It’s way too easy for me to get lost in you…”

“I feel the same way, baby.”

At that point, Gretchen and Karen approached, locating Regina as if they had a homing beacon to her. Gretchen flashed you a polite smile and said, “you look mostly recovered!”

Karen stared at you with wide eyes and said, “don’t worry, I’ve been knocked out by a basketball too! It happens to everyone.”

You thought about objecting to her statement in some way but then you just nodded. 

Regina grabbed your hand again and touched your cheek, turning you to face her, “you’ll sit with us at lunch, right?”

“Oh sure! If you want me to…”

“Of course, silly! Well, you know where to find me, then. I’ll see you later.” Regina pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly against her chest. And for the first time in your life, you felt genuinely wanted.

The next two days went by fast. Regina took over driving you to and from school and your mom thanked her profusely for giving her a break. You joined Regina, Gretchen and Karen for lunch, sometimes you were also joined by Cady, Janis and Damien, now that things had gotten less tense between those two trios in the aftermath of the junior year dramatics. 

Regina was extremely attentive to you. You naturally fell into habits of taking care of each other, Regina looking out for you as you continued to recover from your concussion, and you paying attention to her chronic pain flare ups and making sure she was monitoring her POTS symptoms. 

You and Regina agreed to go on your first official date together that weekend, but she certainly was not hesitating to claim you as hers in the meantime. In those 48 hours, there was already an instagram and twitter account dedicated to shipping the two of you and you overheard a lot of talk about your sudden closeness and Regina’s obvious protection over you. 

It all came to a head the day that Shane Oman was back at school.

At lunch, Regina showed up to the table a few minutes later than what was typical for her, and she was dragging Shane by his shirtsleeve until she shoved him right in front of you. 

You set your lunch down and looked at him, then Regina, who shoved him again and said, “well, go ahead.”

Shane rolled his eyes, “fine… I’m sorry…”

Regina’s arms were crossed but she smirked a little, clearly proud of herself. 

“Sorry that you’re a disgusting fucking carpetmuncher!” Shane finished, yelling loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear and immediately cease their conversations, turning all of their attention to your table. 

Gretchen covered her own mouth in shock. Janis and Damien's jaws both dropped open. Karen was staring at something on the ceiling. Cady whispered “oh my gosh” under her breath. 

You just froze and stared. 

Regina lurched forward and gripped the back of Shane’s shirt collar, pulling him backwards by it in a swift motion and basically choking him with the fabric, “what the fuck did you just say?” she growled.

Shane coughed, “I… I… said… carpetmuncher… and I’m not sorry… and I don’t believe for one second… that you’re falling for this… this… dyke!”

“Oh? You don’t?” Regina pushed Shane down to the ground and he collapsed to his knees and rubbed his neck as Regina let him go. Regina walked over to you and took your face in her hands. One second, her face was red with fury, but when she looked down at you, she immediately softened. She pulled you close to her and then pressed her lips to yours.

It wasn’t how you imagined how your first kiss with Regina would have gone, but you wouldn’t have changed anything about it. 

She kissed you so tenderly. Your senses were completely overwhelmed by the softness of her lips, the taste of her lip gloss, the smell of her hair, the feel of her tongue just teasing your bottom lip. Regina held the kiss for a long time and you held her waist. 

You knew everyone’s eyes (and cameras) were on you, but you couldn’t have cared less. You had Regina, and that’s all that mattered. 

When Regina pulled away, she kept eye contact with you for a moment and smiled, assuring you that she kissed you because she wanted to, not just to prove a point. She came back to give you one more quick and gentle kiss before returning her attention to the pathetic man on the ground. 

“Next time you want to say anything derogatory to my baby here, you better be fucking prepared to say it to me, too, Shane. And I don’t think I need to spell out the absolute shithole you will find yourself in if you do that.” 

Shane stared at her with wide, terrified, eyes.

“Now get the fuck out of my sight.” Regina added. 

Shane scrambled to his feet and sprinted out of the cafeteria as Regina took her seat next to you with closed eyes and exhaled a breath through her nose to calm herself.

You leaned your head on her shoulder and whispered, “thank you, Gina.”

She turned her head and kissed your temple, “of course, baby.”

[barbies1shots]

can we do someone (your favorite) from AOT ? preferably with a size difference or height difference 🤭

ive been told that my fav (reiner) is someone we hate soo im going to do eren .

☆ - Size difference , slight public setting , cliche (?) , spoiled!reader , blackcoded!reader , cervix fucking , name calling(ma , pa , baby ) , unprotected sex (wrap it be4 you tap it.) , creampie (i cant help myself)

"how you like this one, eren?" you asked as you walked infront of him and gave him a little twirl. his green eyes following you with every movement, obviously caught on the way the lace flings to your hips like a second skin.

the both of you are currently in Victoria's Secret changing room, so you could try on a skimpy yet beautiful lace sets for whatever reason. you eren decided that its time to go shopping and so far, you spent at least hundreds in each store you had your eyes on. soending cash on shoes, clothes, bags and jewelry, food, and even bras and underwear.

"gimme another spin." he asked you, his tongue dipping out to damped his lips. he put all the shopping bags on the hot pink bench, "come closer," he gestured with his hand.

as you stood in between his long legs, his large hands came up and cupped your hips, pulling you closer.

"you like it, huh pa?" you giggled when you felt his breath on the vally of your breasts. your arms wrapped around his neck as he stood up, easily towering over your smaller form and backed you up into the dressing room. the curtain snapped closed with the magnetic clips on the sides.

"cmon, gimme another spin." he asked you again with a slight smirk. you grinned up at him with a bite of your lips and turned around. you made sure you brushed your ass against his crotch and made eye contact with him in the mirror.

his arms came around, and he made you feel safe. his bigger frame completely engulfing you as he reached down to play with the lace straps sitting on your hips, "y'know i like it." he said with a smirk before his lips landed on yours. the movement made you back up into the mirror, pinned in between him and the mirror.

your breathy moans filled the small space once one hand shoved itself into the underwear and the other around to speeze at the fat of your ass. his – now wet – skillful fingers made play with your little clit, pinching and pulling with precision. "d.. damn!" you bit your lip, trying to consume your own moans. he smirked into your neck as he felt you getting wetter, and pushed his fingers in, immediately pressing into the spongy spot.

your eyes widened and you went up on your tip toes, trying to run from the pleasure but his hand on your ass held you down, "baby its big- its s'so big-" you began before his other hand came crashing down on your mouth, shutting up any (and all) noise.

"you don't want people asking if we're alright, huh ma? you want to be that loud, go ahead- we'll just get kicked out of your favorite store." he laughed into your neck as he plunged his think fingers into your slippery cunt, pulling and pushing at your gummy walls.

his 2 fingers already felt like a dick once he pulled them out and heaved a thigh on his hip, making your back arch off the mirror. he smirked again, "be quiet, baby" he said before positioning himself at your entrance, he rubbed his leaky tip into your clit catching the bud before actually sinking in.

"you've taken it plently of times before, quit struggling." he grunted as he made you take his inches, all his inches. he held your thigh well above your head and straightened it to press against your chest.

the angle is life threatening.

"nono fuckfuck baby.. mm!" you whimpered as he gave you his inches, the tip pressing slightly against your cervix. he thrusted sharply and it knocked the breath out you. "eren, i'so big, feel you in my tummy.."

eren bit his lip as he felt your gummy walls contracting and milking him.

"fuckk me, ma" he groaned into your sweaty neck, his hips studded as he quickly came to an end. "cum with me, please. youre so beautiful, white is your color, ma" he whimpered as he came, coating your gummy walls with his semen.

the pressure from his orgasm made your walls constrict again, making eren whine and you creamed all over his dick, making it weep and drip as eren held your limp body up against the mirror.

"you jus' so good to me, baby," he groaned into your neck as he slowly pulled out and lowering your sore (now shaking) leg onto the ground. he took some cloth from the ground and wiped at your trembling thighs and kissed at your neck while you catched your breath–

"are we okay in there, ma'am? sir?" a polite women asked with a slight smile laying at her lips. she shifted her feet as she waited for an answer. a small gasp at the suddenness escaped your lips, and you quietly laughed as eren got down on his knees, cleaning you up. he looked up from under his lashes, his green eyes catching the light as he moved,

"get this set in all colors, i want 2 of each pair." he said, already knowing the woman knew which set you had on.

swear i pulled this right out my ass . if you want smth specific , ASK ! dont be afraid , ill try my best to give you that vision .

[cantdothis-nomore]

Tengen Uzui + wives x swordsmith reader

The inspo for this fic was from @zoyatoshi one named ten minutes! Please go check out their blog they are one of my FAV writers and I would love if you took a look at their blog! ^^

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Content : Imagine being the fourth wife that basically nobody knows about because of your trade as a swordsmith making tengens swords

A/N : I don't know why I wrote this I just really like Tengen lol :')

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You moved quickly around your forge collecting things as you mutter at a pace others would find hard to make out. Your hands were torn up and your face had sweat beads rolling down it as you went back to your original project. Your husbands new sword. You had leapt out of bed a week earlier remembering the unfinished sword and shut out everyone in place of finishing the sword.

You closed your eyes with a groan as you heard furious footsteps approaching and your forge door was once again thrown open with a bang revealing a fuming Makio with Suma not far behind.

"You are coming with us NOW!" Makio yelled as she grabbed you by the collar of your kimono trying to drag you out of your forge. You adamantly held on to the side of a table and wiggled out of Makio's grip.

"As soon as this is finished I promise you I will come back to the house I swear." You pleased with her "Y-You said that 2 days ago n/n!" Screeched Suma, big fat tear blobs starting to roll down her cheeks as she yet again realised that no matter the push they put on you, you were not going to return to the house until your project was finished, but Makio was not so easily convinced.

"You haven't slept in nearly a full week now Y/N," a soft voice spoke from the doorway, Hinatsuru stood at the door her tone and face firm but her eyes gave away the stress she felt. "I know but I really really really need to get this sword done before Lord Tengen gets back, please Hina!" You pleaded.

Being a demon slayer, Tengen was away a lot God knows where at the most unfortunate of times, counting this one. He didn't let anyone else make his swords apart from you after you joined the family, you loved doing it but god did it stress your wives out so. You would stay in your forge for days at a time not eating, not sleeping, not drinking and come out a complete mess, looking like a demon.

'No Y/N, this has gone on long enough. That is a perfectly good sword for Lord Tengen!" Makio butted in just as Hina opened her mouth to speak, even so, just by her expression you could tell she was going to say exactly what Makio did for her. "I promise I will be back tonight ok? I promise all I need to do are these last bits" You begged.

Hina heaved a sigh placing her head in her hands not even bothering to tell Makio off for hitting Suma for whining constantly. She looked you in the eyes searching for any type of truth, "Fine." She said sternly, "but you are coming back tomorrow morning at the max no matter what."

You managed a weak smile to her and a rib crunching hug off of Suma as she bustled a fuming Makio and wailing Suma out your forge. The moment they were halfway down the hill you collected the plate of food Hina left for you and shoved it in your food stash as you made a run for the door pushing the bolt over and moving into the very back of your place as not to be disturbed.

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You can imagine the fury of your wives the next day when they woke without you next to them, now nearing the sixth time this week. In a storm of rage Makio came tearing up the hill Suma and Hina hot on her heels. She slammed her fist into the forge door banging on it at a fast rate.

"Y/N! LET US IN YOU KNOW YOU ARE BREAKING YOUR PROMISE TO US AGAIN!" But again, there was no answer from you.

Even from the back of your forge you could hear Sumas screeching and see Hinas stressed and almost given up face which made you feel guilty, but you couldn't just leave this project here! You worked harder as you felt your guilt eating away at you and the noise of your wives slowly became quieter and quieter. Your brow furrowed as the sword continued to leave gashes on your hands and your vision became blurry. You shook it off and glanced out the window double taking as you saw the inky black sky. You gritted your teeth and continued to work ignoring the darkening sky outside.

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BANG!

Your head snapped up with a start as your forge doors were kicked in and there stood your husband. Back from his mission. Early.

'Shit' was your only thought as your eyes flicked round him and spied your wives all outside the door looking a mixture of sad and angry.

'So,' Tengens voice boomed round your forge and things started to rattle on your shelves as he continued to speak, 'Hinatsuru tells me you've been in here a week and haven't been looking after yourself at all! How unflashy!" He said with a sharp look. You winced knowing Hina probably told him everything and Makio probably didn't spare any details in her fury either.

Tengen strode into your forge carefully avoiding the mess as he stood infront of you. Keeping eye contact with you he bent slightly to reach your eye level. "And exactly how long have you not eaten for little mouse?" He said softly but within his tone there was a sharp edge that hit you the most. You didn't answer as your eyes strapped themselves to the floor. He grunted as he returned to stand up straight.

"Makio, check her food stash please" He said watching you carefully. Your eyes immediatley snapped to Makios as you silently pleaded with her not to tell him. Her eyes narrowed at you as her pace quickened and she disappeared out of sight just before her voice echoed around the room,

"It's full!" She called out, her glare resting on you in disappointment. Your eyes widened as you quickly darted round a table to stop Tengen from getting you.

"N/N that full food stash is almost as unflashy as your purple eye bags and dirty kimono you continue to wear, just come back to the house you have stressed the girls out enough." He said a determined glint in his eye. His hands rested on the table as his eyes tracked you like a predator waiting for its preys next move.

"I just need to finish it and then I'll come back to the house! I'm serious!" You quickly said as you watched Tengen quickly take a run for you. You once again ran around the table but not fast enough this time. He wrapped an arm around your waist before you could go any further and hoisted you onto his shoulder.

He walked out your forge and down the hill with Suma, Makio and Hina close behind him all heading towards the house. You felt your body on the verge of sleeping but you were determined not to give in.

You began to thrash and screech as loudly as you could like that would make them take you back to the forge. Tengen raised his hand smacked your ass to shut you up and finally you gave up. Flopping against him you let yourself give in and veered on the line of unconsciousness, as much as you didnt want to admit it you were exhausted. You knew what you were doing to your body was bad but you really needed to complete the project even if it cost you your sanity.

After what seemed like an age you were put down on a chair. Too tired to fight back anymore you let yourself be fed and bathed as you fell unconscious, the last thing you remember being you and tengen getting squished between your wives all of you thankful to be back together again.

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[rockybloo]

Funfact: Sweetheart's transformation was completely improved in. I was originally gonna have a hard cut after her saying "LOVEY DOVEY TRANSFORMATION" to her just shooting the monster through the head

But since this was the first transformation of the comic, I added this page in.

I didn't have it planned initially because I didn't know how to execute it since magical girl transformations are such big moments in the shows but are like 2 panels in mangas so I had a TIME brainstorming

I'M VERY HAPPY WITH HOW IT CAME OUT--def is one of my fav pages in comic so far

[ash-says]

hiii ! i love your post about being audacious 🩷 do you have any tips about improving people skills/ being more charismatic? thank youuuu 🤭

Hello girlll!!! Thanks for sharing your thoughts on the audacious post. It's one of my fav tbh I literally came up with it while I was cooking. So coming to your question let me see how I can help you out tbh I share my opinions and what has worked for me so far. So practice discernment and take everything with a pinch of salt✨✨

Tips to improve People Skills/ Being more Charismatic:

1) Find your USP:

USP means Unique Selling Proposition. What makes you unique and I mean it in a personality sense more here. You can extend it to your looks but start from a personality trait cause it will be forever and very personal to you. Even if someone copies it, it will always be a cheap one.

I will elaborate on this with an example:

One of my ex colleagues was really good at socializing. He was 27 years old but I kid you not he looked like a 20 year old or even younger at times. He had a boyish charm and he used it to his full advantage. He literally had a child's energy and would jump here and there in the office, act like a literal child when not working. He had a refreshing energy to him the type that reminds you of your childhood days. Heck after a meeting with the CEO he used to watch cartoons to destress and made us watch it too so we could also relax but when it came to work he was smart, efficient and knew how to use his easy going socializing energy to generate sales. So you get my point right?? Find what attracts people to you or what value you can offer to them.

2) Knowledge. Education.

I personally swear by this. Be as disgustingly educated as possible. Know about various topics at least the basics of current trends or what's hot and some off topics. This adds dimension to your personality and helps you to hold a conversation with anyone. Plus you never run out of topics to speak on.

3) Confidence. No elaboration needed.

4)Sense of humour.

Why bore people to death by reciting the merciless nature of Julius Caesar when you could present it as a joke when something relatable comes up??? People are more likely to find you charismatic if you can make them laugh.

5) Master the art of Storytelling

This!!! Right here is a cheat code I tell you. You don't have much knowledge to speak on for now? Fine as you gradually work on it hold conversations by sharing bits of your life in a colorful way. Engage people with your life stories. Make them fun and a little dramatic. I am not advising you to lie. There's always a way you can convey something in an entertaining manner. Master it. I personally use it a lot and it's fun to connect with people cause they too loosen up and share their stories and then you link it up with your sense of humour by adding a nice comment or comeback.

Warning : Never share details that are very personal to you. Only share funny incidents and situations that won't bring you in trouble if gossiped about. Practice with discernment.

6) Learn positive body language and develop empathy. Empathy truly helps you in connecting with people on a deeper level and creating a bond based on trust and emotions.

7) Smile. Don't grin like a fool but when you see someone you know make a note to address them. Wish them good morning ,etc . Pass a genuine smile towards them. Be polite.

8) Be genuinely interested in other people but not in a nosy way instead in a healthy way. Help them out if you can. A good deed never goes to waste.

9) Have a positive outlook on everything. No one wants a pessimistic person around them. Even on days you can't. You know the mantra ," Fake it till you make it".

10) Support people. Be kind. Soft spoken. Know your place. Don't downplay yourself in front of people who are clearly not at your level and don't overestimate yourself in front of people who are professionals in those fields. Get a grip on how to act with whom. You won't know it until and unless you won't do it. Have a strong sense of self, be opinionated, confident and be witty. It's fun that way. Push your limits and don't be afraid to network with new people and talk to strangers. Who knows what will happen??

Possibilities are endless.

I hope this helps you out✨✨

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Written & Writing :)

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Because I’ve got a couple things drafted, n i’ve written a few things before in the past, i figured i’d make a list, a collection, wouldn’t necessarily call it a master list, but y’know. Easier to navigate everything that i have written or am in the middle of writing teehee

so far there is only three fandoms i’ve written for: Hazbin, Helluva & FNAF. but im a fan of other things like codmw, harry potter, certain slashers, batman, creepypastas, the labyrinth (my fav <3) n others

*: The stars indicate explicit content 18+, all GN pronouns and anatomically; otherwise will be specified.

Hazbin Hotel:

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝓌:

Transported (Male reader): 【1】 【2】

[3]

Reader gets thrown into the Hazbin Hotel after falling down a well, now he’s having a blast interacting with all his favs while also experiencing the fun first hand.

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𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇:

Wing Grooming: 【1】 【2*】

You help Lucifer maintain his healthy wings, and in the first part he suggest stopping before things go south, in the second part, things go south straight to smut town.

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Met the Devil* Human!reader || PT2

You’re a plain and simple human until you meet a strange man in the night who gives you a card, mysteriously that same strange man shows up at the cottage your house sitting.

Request: Cockwarming Lucifer at Mammon performance

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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒:

Zip Zap (male reader)

Charlie gets followed by Valentinos boys, readers there to save the day.

Request: Charlie x male reader *

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𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎:

Knight (male reader) PT2

In the first part male reader saves Emily after she falls and gets nabbed up by Valentino, and in the second part you comfort her when she has nightmares about it.

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𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇:

The Dog and The Deer

Reader is a dog demon, Alastor loathes the reader simply because it reminds him of his untimely death, and weak mortality. You however are incessant and want him to like you, you end up finding out why he hates you and possibly start a new friendship.

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In Season (Fem Reader)*

Reader is pretty well acquainted with heat, but wasn’t typically affected, thats until she visits the hotel and a scent like no other hit her throwing all her reasoning out the window, Alastor felt the same when he sensed you come into the hotel. SMUT

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At first sight*. || PT2 PT3*

Doe reader with white ears and tail has been Charlie’s bestie since childhood, and when they comes to the hotel is hesitant about the radio demon until they meet in the flesh and an instant attraction is there. Reader ends up dealing her soul to him in the form of marriage during a moment of intimacy.

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Movie night. || PT2 PT3

Reader and the gang it sit down in the first part to watch Bambi, and it brings back some memories from his past. In the second part, Reader is excited to show Alastor princess and the frog due to the similarities, and in the third part Alastor treats reader to a date after the kindness of the nights prior.

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Bully: [1]

Reader is an Imp who’d befriended Charlie and came to the hotel, Alastor makes sure to make readers life a living hell poking at all their soft spots reminding them they’re just a weak little imp. There will eventually be a second part with smut.

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Back to Life: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

One day when waltzing through the woods a peculiar looking buck led you deeper into them, while following, you fell hitting your head and woke to a stranger standing over you. You don’t know where you are, how you got here, or who this guy is, but he’s all you’ve got and he’s utterly insane.

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Request, cockwarming Alastor*

Request, Songfic: Noel’s Lament

Request Insecure Plus sized reader with Alastor

Request, Reader and Alastor fight and make up teehee, angst fluff smut

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𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂:

Hate That I Love You

Father Adam (incomplete)

Request - Hosptialized adam teehee

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𝒱𝑜𝓍:

Big Fan (incomplete)

Request; singer reader who vox becomes obsessed with FEM

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𝐿𝓊𝓉𝑒:

Showers* (Fem reader Incomplete)

Obsessed with me (Fem reader incomplete)

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𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒:

Rivalry To Romance (Female Reader)

You always found yourself in competition with Velvette and you found her to be an insufferable brat, turns out it’s just a wee crush.

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𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑜:

Request Val bratty reader FEM

Request: bunny reader and spanking

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Helluva Boss: Nothing yet!

Five Nights at Freddy’s:

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Mike Schmidt:

Multifaceted*

Paranormal Investigator

[inmyheaddd]

Omg would you do a Xander version of your Grayson childhood friends to lovers!? Your writing is so good!!!

xander hawthorne childhood friends to lovers

i literally love xander so much my absolute fav, thankyou sm for the requesttt this one is super dialogue heavy sorry about that 😭 will post a pt 2 of the after math, when ur actually together!!

wc: 3.6k

you two both went to the same school, you weren’t ever in the same class apart from 4th grade.

one time he was flying a paper airplane that exploded glitter (a very xander-like invention) around the class. 

you were both following it with your eyes, and it ended up hitting you and landing at your feet. your arms, your school uniform, your legs, and your shoes were covered in glitter.

his head shot up, and he made eye contact with you, you both immediately started laughing. 

“i’m really sorry,” he says in between laughs. 

“it’s fine” you say with a small smile. “it’s no big deal.” 

“well, i think you look very nice all glittery ” he says, sounding as honest as a 9 year old could get. 

“thanks i think..” you say, unsure of what his words even meant. you ended up laughing anyway.

you never really talked much after that, but one year there was a robotics club in the 8th grade. you and xander were the only ones who attended.

naturally, with xanders outgoing personality, you two quickly broke the ice and were having great conversation.

“you know, i was trying to figure out how you looked so familiar, and i realised…” xander pauses for dramatic effect “you were the glitter girl of 4th grade!"

“the glitter girl?” you counter, with an eyebrow raised.

“yes!” he beamed, standing up from his seat next to you on the desk and demonstrating. 

“little 9 year old me  was standing here, flying my paper-glitter-gadget, and you were standing right about…” he says, taking a few steps forward. “here!” 

you watch in silence with a smile threatening to tug at your lips, “coming back to you yet?” he says, looking at you with a classic xander smile—a contagious, expressive, all-consuming smile that makes anyone witnessing it feel like he practically invented the action. 

“no..” you say as you rest your hand on your head “but keep going."  you gesture your hands in a forward motion.

“alright, my fantastic-glitter-bomb-paper-gadget was flying up in the air, like this,” he says as he moves his hand in the air doing unnecessary but very xander-like spins and sound effects. 

“wasn’t it called your flying glitter-paper-gadget?”  “paper-glitter” he corrected as he stands up straight with one arm to his side and one pointing at you. “and yes, but i came up with a better name for it.”

“i don’t know if that’s better,” you mutter under your breath with a small laugh, looking down at your lap.

“what did you say?” he questions you playfully. 

“nothing” you respond far too quickly for your liking.

“no no, what was that? don’t shy away now.”he repeats as he takes a step forward towards you and crouches down next to you.

“nothing!” you emphasize your answer, shaking your head at him with a small smile. 

“you said something, go on,” he says with a smile as he tilts his head “i’m all ears, and eyes, and hands- i have all my 5 senses in tact. but that’s not the point, please, continue.” he rambles on. 

you giggle; his way of speaking is unlike anyone you’ve known before, but you love it. you feel as if his brain is on a different wave length that everyone else needs to catch up on. 

“i said that i don’t know if your new name is better, that’s all." you say, looking down at him slightly due to his crouched position. 

“hm, paper-glitter-gadget it is then,” he says as he stands up and continues his demonstration. 

“wait…” you say to yourself as he’s about to continue, “i think i do remember you!” you voice gradually gets louder.

“oh?” he asks as he turns around and pauses his demonstration, putting his hands down and walking towards you.

“youre the guy who exploded purple glitter all over me!” you exclaim with a finger pointing at him while you laugh. 

“i was just getting to that part, actually, but yes!” he replies with a finger pointed at you and a small chuckle.

“i had glitter on me for months! im pretty sure i have glitter embedded in my dna now.” 

“yeah well, what can i say, it’s like if i were elsa but a boy, and instead of ice powers.. i had glitter powers,” he says looking at you with a crooked smile.

“that’s not… you could’ve just said you had glitter powers” you say with a light chuckle

“where’s the fun in that?” 

the rest of the afternoon went great, with xander’s witty and charming personality, and his unwavering ability to make you laugh. 

every time you finished talking to him, you felt the immediate need to go back, just one more word, one more exchange. he had that effect on you. 

he loved talking to someone who wasn’t the stereotypical rich, superficial, hobbiless person in heights country day. not to mention he found you extremely funny, and the way you responded to his banter made him want to speak to you for as long as he possibly could, which with his ability to talk, was forever.

you two would have sleepovers all the time

xander talked through movies all the time. 

“i predict that that girl is actually the murderer; she’s much too quiet for my liking” 

“xander, i love you, but please stop talking,” you say through a laugh as you turn your head toward him,

“shutting up now." surprisingly, he does actually shut up—not only because you told him to, but because you said, “i love you.”

he sits through the rest of the movie in silence, contemplating your words and running them over in his mind.

friendly? non friendly? spur of the moment?what even was that?

you on the other hand, were silently freaking out because you couldn’t believe you just said that. 

“xander is smart enough to think it’s friendly, right?” you thought to yourself.

at the end of the movie, when the murderer was revealed, you tap him and point to the tv “look, you were right, she was the murderer after all,” you say quietly,

xander is not one to be caught off guard, but right now he was.

 “what?” he murmurs as he looks at you, then at the tv, and back to you once he’s processed your words “oh,” he chuckles slightly “well, im just always right like that aren’t i?” 

you laugh in response and shake your head, leaning back into your seat. “you’re crazy” you say, and he’s there sitting, silently hoping that “i love you” wasn’t so friendly. 

the first day back in 11th grade, you, thea, rebecca, and xander all sat at a table together

thea said something along the lines of a compliment, and you smiled at her and said thanked her, returning a compliment back to her.

xander had an unreadable expression on his face, and thea turned his attention to him.

“relax, i’m not stealing your girlfriend.”

“um, we aren’t..” “we aren’t together,” you both say at the same time 

thea snorts, but somehow it sounds like the most elegant thing coming from her.

“are you sure? i mean, by the way you look at each other,  i would’ve thought you two were married with kids,” she says as he rests her hand on her chin and moves forward.

by this point, you’re sure your face is as red as your school tie right now, you look over to xander who’s simply smiling uncomfortable and says “thankyou thea, for your input, and your ability to make any situation ever awkward.” 

“of course,” she says with a sweet smile, and she leans back and looks over at rebecca, who looks like she’s trying to hold in a laugh but still gives warning eyes to thea. 

xander looks over at you, notices your flushed face, and mentally makes note of it.

ever since then, he’s always been “flirty” with you, and it drives you to the brink of insanity. 

he does it partly because he finds it amusing and partly because he’s genuinely speaking his mind when he compliments you.

one time, you were late to school because you overestimated your time to get ready after you washed your hair. 

you didn’t have time to straighten it or curl it how you usually would, so you decided to leave it as it was and call it a day. 

your first period that day was a free one that you’d spend with xander.

you arrived at your designated spot, and he was already there, seemingly waiting for you with untouched scones on the table.

“hey, sorry i’m late” you say as you sit down next to him in the booth.

“it’s fine, i was just sitting here, looking at the scones, thinking how lucky i am to exist in a universe where these exist. can you imagine if-” he says as he tears his attention away from the scones and looks at you. 

his eyebrows shoot up in amusement, and you pause the unpacking of your bag to look at him “what?” 

“nothing” he replies, shaking his head with a smile. 

“actually,” he suddenly starts speaking in a lower register and leans forward. “did you do something different to your hair?” he begins to twist some around his finger.

“um,” you say slightly nervously due to his closeness to you. you have been friends for ages and he still had this effect on you. 

“i didn’t have time to style it today, i just left it alone.” you continue.

“hm, it looks good, i like it” he says before leaning back and retreating his hand. “you should do it like that more often,” he suggests pointing a finger at your hair.

a beat of silence passes before he continues, not before doing a once over on you, looking you up and down.

“anyway!” he says back in his louder, usual xander voice. “i was sitting here, and i thought- can you imagine if scones didn’t exist? it’s like, imagining if oxygen didn’t exist. i don’t think i’d even be alive honestly, i don’t want to think about what the world would be without them” 

midway through his rambling, he looks over at you and notices you avoiding eye contact, your facial expressions and your reddened cheeks, telling him everything he needs to know. (your eyes were saying “what the fuck just happened?”)

he’s always trying to get you as flustered as possible, not in a mean fuckboy way but because he genuinely likes you and thinks you’re adorable.

one time you two were shopping for snacks as your movie night was that day, and an old lady came up to you guys and said you two looked so adorable, and that you two reminded her of her and her husband back in the day.

you wanted to cry on the spot, give her the biggest hug ever, and also disappear because you and xander were not together.

xander just played into it, wrapping his arms around your shoulder, and you instinctively leaned your head on his shoulder. “that’s the sweetest thing i’ve heard today, thank you,” he says in a real, genuine voice. no hint of playfulness.

as you looked at him and he looked down at you with the faintest of smiles, the world suddenly went silent and you came to a realization. you realized, you were totally head over heels for him. you jumped in head first, you were so far gone to the point of no return.

“yeah, we are lucky to have each other” you almost whisper, still looking at xander, then tearing your eyes away from him and looking back at the lady. 

she snorts, “consider him to be the lucky one, young lady. although i won’t lie, he is quite handsome.”

you all start laughing, and the lady walks away, sending you her farewells. 

“that lady was so sweet,” you say as you’re both standing at the self-checkout stands.

“i think the one thing we can take away from that conversation is that im ‘quite handsome.’” he replies as he pays for your snacks and carries the bags, looking at you with a wide grin on his face. 

“okay xander,” you say as you roll your eyes playfully. 

“so you don’t disagree?” you two are walking out of the store now, he looks down at you and raises an eyebrow. 

 “i think you’re forgetting she said you’re the lucky one,” you counter sarcastically as he opens the car door for you and you get in. 

he shakes his head while smiling and looks at you, leaning his arms on the top of the car. 

“you know, i actually wish i could forget something for once,” he tilts his head and looks away from you as if he’s made a new discovery. “too many things are happening in my mind. i never get a minute of silence up there!” he closes your door, and gets in the drivers seat. 

around halfway through the drive back to your house, it started to rain. 

“shit, it’s raining.”

“language” he warns, drawing out the end of the word, he squints his eyes and looks closer out the window and to his surprise, it is raining 

“oh shit, it is raining!” he says through a surprised chuckle as he turns to look at you briefly, and then back to the road. 

“hey, what about your language?” 

he continues to rant on about the rain, and you look at him with a smile laughing here and there - but your mind is elsewhere. you are deathly afraid of thunderstorms, and you're afraid your night with xander is going to be ruined.

by now, the rain has rapidly increased in severity, and there's no doubt that there’s going to be thunder and lightning soon enough.

“this is gonna be so fun, we can do all sorts of things! i vote we should watch the scariest movies to ever walk this earth- actually, they don’t walk, they just exist. i vote we should watch the scariest movies to exist!” he says, smiling as he turns his head to look at you, one hand on the wheel and one resting on his own lap. his smile suddenly drops as he notices your unusual silence

“you’re awfully quiet; what’s wrong?”

you look out the window and then down at your lap, fiddling with your hands 

“i don’t know, i just don’t really like the rain, heavy rain. it scares me. it’s stupid, just forget  it." you wave a hand through the air and look back out the window 

he reaches his hand over to yours and settles on your thigh, then switches his focus back and forthfrom you and the road, ultimately settling on you when he stops at a red light. “it’s not stupid. we can watch that one movie you love to make you forget about the rain? yeah? 10 things i like about you?” he says giving you an encouraging smile.

you try to bite back your own smile “okay… fine” you say looking at him, “and it’s 10 things i hate about you.” you say, raising your eyebrows

“you have things you hate about me? let alone 10 of them? i’m offended” he says, putting a hand to his chest in fake agony. 

“eh, you’ll survive” 

“honestly, i’m not so sure i will.” he says as he puts his hand back on the wheel when the light turns green, his other hand still staying next to yours on your thigh. 

when you finally reach your house, you are both running out of the car in the rain to your front door. 

when you finally reach it, you’re both panting and out of breath. 

“oh my god,” you mutter under your breath. 

“somebody open the door.” you groan while repeatedly ringing the doorbell and knocking, but it seems to be overpowered by the rain. 

xander chuckles at your frustrated antics  “don’t you have a key?”

“oh, right,” you say defeatedly as your arms fall back to your sides, and then you dig in your pockets to find them. 

your hands fiddle with them as they are wet, and you can’t seem to hold it properly. 

you look up at xander, your face asking him for help. “help please?” you ask as you raise your hand with the keys towards his

“anything for you,” he says half jokingly (100% true) as he takes the keys from your hands and unlocks the door.

you’re about to walk in but you notice xanders intense gaze and the fact that he’s simply standing there, unmoving.

you turn to look at him, and hes unsurprisingly already looking at you.

he takes a step forward and moves some of your wet hair out of your face. 

“xander, what are you doing? we should get inside.”

he saw no point in beating around the bush. “i love you.” 

“what?” you barely whisper, your face showing your shock. 

“i love you, and im tired of pretending that i can just be friends with you. i can’t. it’s killing me every day,” he takes a deep breath in “from the day in 4th grade, to the robotics club, to hanging out with you everyday, i love you. everything about you, the way you feel for everyone, the way you smile, the way you say my name, the way you- the way you are. just you.” a small smile starts to spread across your face, unable to hide your emotions. “and every day im with you, i fall inlove with something new about you. like today, it’s the fact that you don’t like the rain, i don’t know why i love it, well i do- because it’s you. and that’s what runs through my mind 24/7. you” he finishes his long winded confession out of breath, sounding as genuine as ever. 

you stay staring at him for a few moments with pure love and adoration in your eyes.

“now’s usually the part where you speak,” xander says as he gestures his hand for you to speak, still breathless. and for the first time in your 4ish years of being friends with him, you notice a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“i-“ you were genuinely too stunned to speak “fuck it.” you mutter, as you lean in to kiss him.

your arms wrap around his neck, his around your waist, and you’re on your tiptoes. he notices and cranes his neck towards you, crouching down so you can stand normally. 

his hands move away from your waist and towards your face and neck, and you shiver and pull away. 

“what?” he asks looking like a deer in headlights.

“you’re hands are freezing” you say through a giggle,

“oh,” he says, and he starts to laugh. “we should probably get inside,” he continues.

“we probably should.”

“yeah, any second now”

“yep” you look into his eyes and notice a new sparkle in them.

neither of you move, just staring into each other's eyes until you hear a loud bang, your head whips in its direction, and you see lightning. 

“okay, that’s our sign to actually get inside” you dryly chuckle as you grab xander’s hand and he follows you inside.

you spent the rest of your movie night cuddled up together, watching cheesy rom-coms on your couch.

 you end up falling asleep halfway through the second movie. 

he’s rambling on, and he suddenly cuts himself off, noticing your silence, and looks down at you.

when he notices you’re sleeping, he smiles to himself, switches off the tv, and carries you in bridal style to your bed. 

halfway through the walk to your bed your eyes start to flutter open and you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows as you take in your surroundings. “xan? what happened to the movie?” 

“you fell asleep,” he states matter-of-factly “it’s okay; we can continue another time” he says softly, not wanting to disturb your peace. 

he places you on your bed and pulls the cover over you. he kisses your forehead and then stands to look at you for a moment, then begins to walk away.

you open your eyes slightly and prop yourself up on your elbows, then you see his retreating figure “where are you going?” 

“oh, well you’re going to sleep, i figured you’d want your peace” he responds.

doesn’t he realize he’s your peace?

you shake your head “no, i want you." his eyebrows shoot up in amusement, and you mentally curse yourself for what you just said 

“i mean, can you stay with me?” 

you had the best sleep of your life that night cuddled with him. he held you like if he held you any looser you'd dissapear out of his arms.

and he stayed true to his word; you did finish the movie the next day.

a few days later, you were thinking about the confession he made, and you realized you never said anything back.

you decided to write a letter explaining your feelings - and all that you feel for him.

the letter ended up being two pages long.

you came to his house, gave it to him, and watched him read it with hopeful eyes.

he wanted to cry, laugh, and kiss you all at the same time.

he ultimately ended up settling on the last one. 

you’re now laying on his bed, a vinyl playing frank oceans “blonde” in the background which you’ve both decided on as your album.

“does this mean we’re officially together now?” you ask, raising your head from his chest to look at him in the eye.

“we’ve been officially together since that day in 4th grade, you just didn’t know it yet”he says looking down at you with a sarcastic smile, which you laugh at and hit his chest playfully. “i love you” you say,

 “i love you too.” 

that letter you gave him is one of his prized possessions- his most prized possesion.

it’s pinned to his wall next to trophies and famous physicians and inventors he loves, and a picture of scones, which is a major sign that he’s a goner for you. 

jameson teased him about it the first time he saw it.

jameson also had a black eye the next day! 

everyone you know is so happy that you two are officially together, but not happier than you two. 

thankyou so much for this requesttt, this was a super long one 😭😭 we all need a xander in our lives

[samscartoonsofficial]

Major art Dump incoming

all the MW ocs I have so far plus concept art of future ones in development.

I just want to have all my fav art pieces together in one post to track my progress :]

So of course we got the main trio themselves :]. My pride and joy. The amigos :]

Cephany and Tungston were the very FIRST fellas me and my partner came up with.

CopyKat came later to join the group after basing them on @havockingboo 's mimic species.

The idea just stuck after realizing they are the silliest cat alien in the galaxy. Their character is literally every cat meme rolled into one.

And I love them MWAH!! 🐈

NEXT UP!!

The villains!!!

EVIL EVIL EVIL ‼️💥‼️

Already planning on writing a comic for the trio. So if they would have any major villains it's THESE GUYS!

Brutus and Deoxy were developed by both me and my partner after we realized that if they're gonna fight bad guys. They should have some bad guys!

Took a while to make them and figure out what exact aliens we wanted for these guys!

But orugh the final result for them so far has been good :]

Deoxy still has a long way to go.

But Brutus is perfect.

Tagging @sammysamps 's once again because these are 4 out of theeeee...*counts fingers* 6 ocs I have based on their vampoctarion and Tremoctarion species!

The first two goobers are Oc x canon fanchildren.

The blue rocker lady is Joan

And the peachy Tremoctarion is my little princess Evangeline ✨

Me and my good friend @houseofdoodles love her and a certain crab pirate loves her too teehee :]

Okay let's see who elllllse 🤔

ANOTHER MW SONA STILL IN THE WORKS!

this was made by the help of another friend of mine

@coprolite-moment during a stream/magma doodle sesh! Its a Sona originally made for helluva boss. They really helped me develope and figure out this ladies color pallet/design which STILL amazes me btw HOLY shit 😭

But ALSO you should check out their dead eye comic hehehehe it's reeeeally goooooood :] *wiggles it around like I'm wiggling car keys*

Okay...who else? Uhhhhhhh

I have ONE unicorn fella I still gotta finish..aaaaaand...*counts all these rabbits*

THESE GUYS! again, another species inspired by havoc :] /theyre multiplying send help/

Cutler, Hartman, and...dog guy *squint*

I think I called him Richard but he's a fella I'm either gonna keep or scrap for later. Not sure yet

Same for Cutler!

But Hartman *kisses his head* I need to redesign you baby boy :]

Uhm I THINK that's it so far but honestly I know there's more! Might come back and edit the thread even more with updates!

But I got a pretty good chunk done.

I'll probably make a part 2 explaining concept for some NEW guys I've been thinking of all well.

Buuuuut thats it for now :]

[uchiha-saradas]

What are your favourite sasusaku fanfics of all time???

honestly this is a difficult question because there are SO MANY ss fanfics that i love, but i’ll make a list of my top 5 ss fanfics/oneshots

1. home is there the heart is - Deeppoeticgirl

this is a super cute ss travel fic with some light angst, but is by far one of my favorite fics that i have ever read and have read it multiple times!!! absolutely love how the author incorporated the development of sasuke and sakura’s relationship. very beautifully written and well done. 1000/10.

2. love story - AppleR3

this is a non massacre au where sasuke and sakura start out as friends and fall in love. this is a one shot, but i absolutely love this. ending is adorable and you get all the ss feels you need. highly recommend!

3. empire - pastel daisies

this story gets dark, but one of my favs. not super disturbing or too much either, there’s a good balance of it. this fic does get sad, but the ending and development of ss relationship is amazing. will make you cry both tears of joy and sadness!!

4. adrenalize me - helena-3190

this is an ANBU ss three shot and it’s basically pure smut but one of my favs to read. short and sweet. recommend if you’re in a mood for some porn with feelings ;)

5. ripples - yellow mask

this is a ss fic featuring a hebi!sasuke. i absolutely adore this fanfic. basically sakura gets captured in sound as a slave and ends up with sasuke, and over time he falls in love with her. i think i have read this fic about a hundred times and am currently rereading it! it came out in 2008, but is still very much enjoyable to read!

also love masked desire (also pure smut), heartbeat (SO SAD AND ANGSTY BUT SO GOOD WORTH THE READ), forbidden (royal au with tons of smut ONE OF MY FAVS EVER) and all i want for christmas by @theredconversegirl and this one is an enemies to lovers fic!

happy reading!