#tysm for the ask finn!!!

[echidnana]

🍄🌲🍀🍁!!! -Finny

🍄 Do you headcanon any characters as plural? Who and why?

Mafuyu Asahina from Project Sekai is one of our favorite hcs. (also hc him as transmasc + have him in sys so we'll be using he/him pronouns for him here) he's heavily implied to experience some sort of dissociation and already has very clear sort of... personality states? which is a combination of heavy masking + plurality in our opinion! his whole thing is figuring out who he 'really' is and learning to better understand himself and his feelings. autistic system for real ❤️

🌲 Favorite system representation in media?

livio and razlo from Trigun! we didn't know there was a canon system going in to Trigun so it was definitely a super pleasant surprise, especially since we think (as far as sys rep goes) it was really well done!

🍀 Do you have any collective interests? Does anyone have an interest no one else shares?

I think we typically have similar interests? like we usually get into things collectively, especially with interests in media and stuff. but we definitely have people with specific interests unique to them. like jinyu has a spexial interest in doors and then Toya likes Pikmin. so we all have individual interests but also collective! our main collective interests are bioenvironmental science, fiber arts, sth, and resident evil!

🍁 What's the most common gender identity in the system? What about sexuality?

at the start, I think most of us were gay mascs, because of Logan's influence. but now we're very evenly divided! we consider ourselves to be collectively many gendered and have headmates of pretty much every gender + sexuality.

system ask game

[st4r-lvck1i]

CHAT @karimelthefloof JUST DREW ME SMTH

Heheheh I watched them draw this on magma

No context for you

Hehehehe thank you Kariiiii :333

[homosexualmorelikehomiesexual]

ok no one more annoying thing re: my tags on felix being boring. this is one of the things that REALLY jumps out when im reading brideshead revisited. no spoilers (because there can be none really if you saw saltburn at least as far as im now) but like it's spelled out in the book how the character that felix is heavily reminiscent of is always spoken of as boring. charming, lovely, bubbly, gorgeous beyond belief, he has his adorable quirks, but. but boring. and felix is boring. and oliver wanted to want this boring and stable i think but he can't actually want it. he would bore. i respect cattonquick w all my heart but just from this perspective it's so tragic and unviable to me its so sad actually god i need to stop

goddddd yeah. smth about oliver being so obsessed w this skin deep veneer of poshness. smth about not touching your idols bc the glitter will come off on your hands snth abt how he killed him before ot could happen bc!!! it was the other way around!!!! felix saw through oliver before oliver saw through felix!!! the way oliver imitates felixs imitation of a real person with deoth and neither of them are self aware of it until they are (i just gave you what you wanted!!!!!) but like theyre still not, not enough to save them, and then its too late. god i loved doomed yaoi

[liquidstar]

🍓 Juno

🍓 Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way? 

Juno has no beliefs about anything one way or the other. There was a time where he was incredibly devoted to the comet though. But really, more-so its prophet.

[sickgraymeat]

finn wearing the shrek socks from hot topic

i looked at the hot topic website and these seem like the funniest ones dnsajdbafbskjs so i hope that's right!! plus bonus j&l (aka donkey and dragon but better!) and a worse but (somewhat) more visible tshirt version

[taylorswiftshipsbyler]

hii 🤭 how r u? lol

ur username is so amazing like i love taylor and byler sm!!!

whats ur fav taylor swift album and byler scene? jfksjsjf

hii!!! I'm doing good, thanks for asking! I think I saw someone talking about taylor liking a byler tiktok or something so that's kinda where my username comes from lol. my fave album is definitely rep, but im also loving red atm. and favorite byler scene..... probably the van scene tbh. but I also like watching mike's monologue to el and picking apart their facial expressions and why he's lying and stuff (bonus points if I'm watching it with someone else lol)

[rabid-revolution]

8, 10, and 11 pls! -Jen & Finn

8. Describe your gender without using any words traditionally related to gender:

Punk, Goth, rockstar, detective, cowboy, cowgirl, knight, archer, 70s-00s, 90s specifically, red, black, green, purple, teenager from dystopia, rebellious, folkish, nature-like (if both the peaceful and unhinged sense), culture-oriented, and most importantly Long hair TM. (this is all over the place lol I'm so sorry)

10. Something that gives you gender euphoria (whether you're cis or trans):

clothes 100%. If I'm feeling a certain way that day, I *need* to have my clothes represent that. Masculine? I often need baggy clothing with certain colors, and I need to wear my hair a certain way. For feminine, I need to do the same, expect it's harder since I'm limited to dress how I want in that area and can't wear tighter/shorter clothing. Androgynous looks are easier tho.

Ppl using all pronouns for me. this ones probably an obvious, but ppl just don't do it enough in person :(

Songs also give lots of euphoria, especially when they express a certain vibe that can connect to the way I see and express myself (gender included)

11. Favorite (or just one you love) piece of LGBT media?

There's these Lotería cards and posters I've seen online that depict queer Mexican lovers back in very traditional times (specifically during the Mexican Revolution) and I just think they're super cute :)

[sickwhispers]

eeeee!! yay!! ^♡^ can I ask for finn x reader and/or sprout x reader hcs?? I don't wanna overload u so I'll keep it at those!!! tysm ^_^ -incredibly desperate annon from earlier

Oh my gosh you are such a cutie (/p) don't worry about overloading me, I'm at your service!

WRITE ME LETTERS (hot freaks)

Credits to xx675ehf on tumblr for the finn picture

Pairing: Finn x reader

Relationship: romantic

Warning: he doesn't understand personal space all that much, but he means well

Type: headcanons + drabble

"Whale, whale, whale... look what we have here!" Would be the first thing you hear before he comes barreling towards you at a hundred miles per hour. His body colliding with yours from behind as he brings you in for a tight squeeze

He was never one to really announce his presence, preffering to instead tackle you with affection after a quick fish pun

They never seemed to end when it comes to you

Or, really, they never seemed to end in general

But, if you indulge him just the slightest, it's easy for him to get carried away

He's almost like a dog, in a way

He'd follow you everywhere

To each machine, to each hiding spot, right by your side the second you make your way into the elevator

Every break is spent with him practically glued to your hip, his hands holding onto you in anyway they can

Whether it be by holding your hands, clinging onto your arm, tugging at any article of clothing he could reach rapidly to bring your attention back onto him

He's a Hyper one, and he isn't scared to prove it

He's even been trying to come up with new and improved fish puns

Something that'll impress you

He's self aware, he knows not everyone's a fan of his fish puns

But, even if he was able to score just a tiny giggle from you, he'd be over the moon

"Oh, c'mon! Don't act so koi with me, i dont bite!" His arms wrap around you just a bit tighter, head pressed up right against your side as an proud grin spread across his face.

You had sat on the floor of the elevator, giving yourself a few seconds of peace before having to go back to being tormented once more by the threats lurking around practically every corner. But, of course, there was rarely any moment of peace with finn on your team. He meant well, you knew he did, and he definitely wasn't the malicious type. He just... never seemed to realize when the right time for affection was. And right now, with your chest heaving up and down from a chase you had just endured, you weren't exactly begging for psychical touch.

But at the same time, you couldn't help but find it endearing. Your arm slowly lifted up, shaky from the adrenaline you had just experienced only a few moments ago, before wrapping around him, bringing him just a bit closer. This had caused him to let out an ecstatic gasp in return.

"Yknow, Finn... you're really-" you take a pause, avoiding eye contact with him. Although, despite you doing everything you can not to let your gaze fall right back onto him, you could still feel the way his eyes bored into you. You almost didn't want to say it. Your mouth opening and closing a few times as you tried to muster up the courage. "krilling me with the puns..."

There was a pause. Not one long enough to be considered worrisome, but it had definitely been a decent amount of time before you finally craned your head in his direction. And, once your gaze finally landed on him, the first thing that greeted you were his eyes staring right back into yours. They had widened significantly, and along with that his lips parted slightly. For a second you wondered if it was his body that was shaking or the movement the elevator made as it climbed up to the next floor.

"That..." He began to speak, taking another pause. You soon realized it was his body that was shaking, not the elevator. And, as he took a deep breath, signifying that he was ready to finish his sentence, his smile seemed to stretch farther then you've ever seen. "Was fin-tastic!"

It's safe to say that he'd enjoy it if you ever decided to reply to his puns with some of your own

Nothing would make him happier then hearing a fish pun slip from your mouth, whether it be intentional or a complete accident from all the times you've heard him say them

PERSONAL BODY GUARD

Pairing: Sprout x reader

Relationship: romantic

Warning: none!

Type: headcanons + drabble

Overprotective

That single definition was a word you heard thrown every round every now and then when it came to sprout

And, not once was it ever used as a lie

Because he was, in fact, overprotective

A gentle tug of the wrist in an attempt to drag you away from running head on into a twisted, a two hour lecture afterwards about how much danger you could've been in had he not saved you in time

His presence constantly looming over you each floor, never too far away.

It was a natural instict at this point

No matter how far away you were on a floor, the second one thing goes wrong, he's right by your side

Sometimes he could be a little too much

Not that he cares about your complaints when he's grabbing you by the cheeks, twisting your head in every single direction as he inspects you for any sort of wound

"Do you know how risky that was!? You could've lost a heart!" Despite the almost desperate tone behind his movements, turning your head from side to side, his touch was always gentle. He had taken a good blow to the back, his scarf barely holding onto his form as it threatened to slip at any second. You hadn't lost a heart, thankfully, but he sure did.

He kept you huddled behind a few boxes, legs trembling beneath the both of you as you tried to regain your stamina from the chase you had only managed to survive from. His grip was tight, and once he had made sure you hadn't gotten hurt during your little stunt, he slowly let his hands slip from your face.

"Are... you okay?" You tried to reach out, your arms stretching out to check him for any injuries just like he had done for you. And yet, they didn't have to move an inch before sprout's body seemed to slump against you. His head resting against your shoulder as his arms stayed hanging lazily by his sides. He almost didn't want to move, finding too much pleasure in having you pressed up against him.

A sigh slipped past his mouth, the sound drawn out as he hesitated for a second before speaking. "Me? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Well- I'll be fine. But, let's just stay here for a second, okay..?"

You couldn't remember the last time he had ever admitted to not being okay during a run

Typically, he'd brush off your concern with a dismissive wave of his hand

As long as you were fine, he was fine

It didn't take too long before he was reassuring you, smiling as he always did while he stuck a bandaid over a wound too serious for just a simple bandaid.

He always kept the better stuff for you

Did he ever want to admit he put you before himself almost all of the time?

No.

He didn't want you to worry

He's the one who should be worrying about you, not the other way around

He's a bit of a hopeless romantic, it doesn't take much before he's head over heels in love after a simple smile you threw his way

It's always better to be focused and prepared, especially when the people he loves are constantly being hunted down by corrupted versions of his friends

He doesn't like it when the others point out how distracted he gets everytime he spots you from far away, his body freezing up on the spot as his eyes lock onto the way you pick up protein bar off the floor

For a second he wonders if your admiring his picture on the wrapper

But surely that's wishful thinking...

[thriftedtchotchkes]

safe & sound

pairing: finnick odair x reader

summary: after years of hard nights and bad dreams, finnick knows better than anyone how to make you feel safe again

warnings: post-mockingjay, established relationship, victor!reader, fluff, comfort, nightmares, brief depictions of death & anxiety

word count: 1.2k

(based on this request, tysm <3)

Callused fingers cradle your cheek while soft lips pepper softer kisses down the slope of your neck. They're a welcome reprieve from the terror that lingers after yet another bad dream.

Yet another night, forced to relive the greatest horrors of your short lifetime. Sometimes it's the arena, your hands covered in the blood of your fellow tributes, their small faces frozen in their final moments of fear.

Tonight's was somehow even worse. It was him, cruelly dismembered while you watched uselessly from the top of that damned ladder. You can still hear them clear as day, hissing your name instead of the Mockingjay's with voices much too human for their mutated, reptilian bodies.

But the games and the war are over now, you know that. You're not trapped in those tunnels anymore, or desperately tugging the love of your life to safety as the Capitol's mutts snap at his ankles in their violent attempts to drag him to his death.

Because in the waking world, they didn't. Finnick is right next to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear that mean everything. Those gentle words spoken in the dark mean he's still alive.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart. It's not real. None of it is real," he mumbles carefully, shifting to mouth at the sweat-slick skin just below your jaw. The deep timbre and vibration of his voice are soothing, if only a little. "Take a deep breath—in through your nose, out through your mouth. Do it with me, come on."

You do as he says, tensing in anticipation, preparing for the overwhelming scent of roses, but it never comes. Instead, you smell seawater. It's strongest in his sleep-tousled curls, so you nose into them and breathe him in, letting your focus drift elsewhere. Somewhere safe.

Your next exhale is a little steadier, even more still when you repeat the action with him, once then twice. Slowly, everything you see, feel, smell, taste, is him. His lips meet yours, and your eyes remain open even as his flutter closed in your desperation to keep the familiar, nightmarish images that dance behind your eyelids at bay.

But as he coaxes your mouth open and buries his fingers in your hair to pull you closer, everything else begins to fade away. There's only Finnick.

You repeat it to yourself like a mantra—there's no one else here but Finnick. He's right here.

Blunt nails gently scratch your scalp, tensing to keep you near, to maintain the grounding pressure of his lips against yours, and the kiss deepens. But there's no heat behind it. Only the potent taste of sugar cubes and the persistent bite of determination. He won't give up until he banishes every awful recollection and replaces them with newer memories of comfort and peace—at least for the night.

Eventually, he pulls away, chastely pecking your lips a few more times when you chase him. Immediately, you feel colder, and as if he can sense it, he pulls you flush against him, resting his cheek on your collarbone.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, a faint murmur as he peers up to meet your gaze.

There's concern in his eyes, and you wonder if you were screaming again. God, you hope not. It happens often enough, but even so, it's not something you think either of you will ever get used to.

You sigh and start to shake your head, but stop short. Do you want to talk about it? The answer is usually a resounding no—why dwell on anything that causes so much pain, that you've discussed over and over, practically to death?

And yet, for the first time in a long time, there are words on the tip of your tongue desperate to escape. Tonight, you actually do.

"It was bad, Finn," you whisper shakily, still falsely convinced you need to remain quiet so you're not overheard. "They got you this time. Tore you apart...ripped you to shreds, and I did nothing. None of us did. We let you die—sacrificed you for some greater good, but no one even tried," you spit out, your voice rising in anger the longer you recall your dream. "We could've saved you. We chose not to."

He stays silent, his arms tightening around you as a reminder of your reality. You're positive he can feel you trembling, and his brows knit together in what anyone else would assume is sympathy. But he understands. He felt that crippling fear back then and he feels it radiating off of you in waves right now.

Fighting to hide the intensifying quiver of your lips, you breathe sharply out your nose to dispel your misplaced blame. You didn't lose him, and so of course there's no one at fault. You repeat that like a mantra, too.

"You know, sometimes I wake up searching for you. l expect you to be gone like you were never here at all," you mumble numbly, but your body betrays you, finally giving in to the burning behind your eyes. "It feels like I'm suffocating. I can't breathe no matter how hard I try, and there's this huge weight on my chest, this crushing loneliness I can't shake."

A few stray tears fall against your will, and he brushes them away with a gentle swipe of his thumb before you can rub your skin raw. He cups your cheeks again, guiding you down for another kiss, and it's salty and wet, just like seawater.

You suddenly feel overwhelmingly grateful. Night after night, you go through this same routine, and he calms you without question or complaint, lovingly. After so many years, it feels like second nature to both of you. And when he has his bad nights, quieter than yours but no less traumatic, you soothe his unrest with stories from your childhood, of ocean spray and fishing nets filled to the brim on a stormy day.

Rolling you onto your back, he braces himself on his elbows to keep from crushing you while he shields you from the rest of the world. This bed—the light, scratchy fibers of home woven into your blanket and pillowcases—is the only world that matters, the one you've made for yourselves.

Finnick kisses you breathless, then fills your lungs with his air. You feel lighter. Relieved. Then he speaks and his voice is like a lullaby, better than any bedtime story with a happy ending meant only for you.

"But you always find me, right? When you open your eyes, I'm always here," he says so earnestly that it must be true. You nod, your eyelids growing heavier as the world fades into a wash of bronze and seafoam green. "It's okay to close them. Get some rest. I promise you, I'll be waiting right here in the morning when you wake up."

As you drift off, he lowers his body to rest carefully on top of yours, and his heat acts as a blanket to shelter you against the cool, salty breeze filtering in through an open window.

You're home. You're safe. Tonight, you believe it.

thanks for reading!

[zablife]

Seamstress, Secretary, Sex-worker, Spy

John x female reader

Summary: You've been seen with John numerous times and now the Shelby family is getting suspicious. Who are you and what's your true relationship to John?

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon. Tysm for the idea! I hope you don't mind that I wrote them as headcanons. I haven't had much time for full fics recently.

Warnings: language, mention of smut

🌹The first time someone sees you with John you're collecting the laundry, a large basket at your hip piled high with all his unwashed shirts. "Have we got a new washerwoman in town, Charlie?" Curly asks, scratching his head as he sees you passing on the street.

"Don't look like any washerwoman I ever saw," Charlie says ogling you.

💌The second time, you're in the betting shop, nibbling on the end of a pencil as you think of a clever note to leave on John’s desk. Linda rolls her eyes as she complains, "Perfect, they've sent me another useless idiot who can't do simple maths." When you disappear, she assumes you quit. "Thanks be to Jesus for that," she mutters under her breath.

❤️ The third time your presence is much harder to miss, a sharp cry of pleasure erupting from the snug in the Garrison. "Has John got a whore in there?" Isaiah asked, turning to Finn with a wicked smirk. Their suspicions seemed to be confirmed when you left minutes later, money in hand and a smoldering kiss to send you on your way.

🌹 The mystery of your presence remains in the following days and soon Tommy becomes suspicious as well. “I knew he was spending too much time in Solomons’ territory,” he grumbles, pacing the floor of his office. “What if that dodgy fucker sent her here?"

"A spy?" Polly chuckles as she leans back in her chair.

"Why not use a pretty girl to turn his head?," Tommy reasoned with a huff of frustration. When she rolled her eyes in return he shouted, "Everyone knows John thinks with his cock!"

💌 The family meeting begins without John who appears twenty minutes late, stuffing his shirt into the back of his trousers. Running to the meeting from your arms is difficult enough, but now the entire family is boring holes into him, expecting an explanation. When they begin telling him of their suspicions, his mouth drops open.

"You being serious, Tom?" he asks. "All of you?" he looks around the room aghast. Slowly everyone nods. "Bloody hell..." his voice drops as removes his cap and drops into a chair crestfallen.

❤️ Polly begins to look worried, leaning forward at the table to ask, "John, if this girl is going to be trouble, we need to know."

"Always thinking the worst, ain't ya?" he answers bitterly. Then he shakes his head with a little laugh, which angers Arthur first.

"You fucking laughing at us? Finn and Isaiah saw you pay the little tart! What's that about, eh?" he grumbles, anger contorting his face.

"What the fuck did you call her?" John seethes, lunging for his brother. A scuffle breaks out between them which Tommy and Uncle Charlie have to stop before either of them can land a punch.

🌹 John straightens his clothes as he begins, "Yeah, she's my girl. But she ain't a whore and she ain't a spy for Alfie fucking Solomons either alright? Moved to Saltley two years ago with her mum. I had it checked out....'M not as stupid as everyone thinks." He sniffs and takes a look around the room to see disbelief still hanging in the air. "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

Polly places a hand on his arm, "We're listening, go on."

💌John's eyes soften as he speaks of you. "She takes care of me, does the laundry and shopping, leaves me kind notes..." Eyes glazing slightly at the memory he turns to Arthur adding, "Sucks me dry, I swear to God. Yesterday I thought--"

"We believe you," Polly interjects with a firm nod. Turning to her other nephew she states, "Tommy, I think this item of business is closed."

❤️ You're invited to the next family dinner as a way to placate John, but also for the others to get to know you. When they do, they adore you instantly and John is rightfully vindicated. "Shouldn't have doubted me," John reminds them.

"I know. I was wrong to say you were only thinking with your cock," Tommy apologizes.

"No, I was thinking with me cock, but for once it was the right decision," John admits with a wink.

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[echidnana]

19 & 20 pls :3 love you!! -finny(?)

HI FINNY!!! :D

19. Favorite card(s)?

we have SO MANY favorites but right now we'd say the hug set <3

the shizuku and haruka cards are our wallpapers on our iPad rn!

20. Favorite costume(s)?

sorry for the weird pictures BUT these are some of our faves!! we don't have any of them LMAO but yeah we like these a lot :)

project sekai ask game

[chocobje]

So you said, Rodger saw how Glisten did ... this to Finn? And also Rodger ALREADY hurt Toodles? What?

Also I wanted to say that your art is very beautiful and I just love your AU:) Also I like your "doodles" style, it keeps the art simple and the background doesn't distract from the characters! Keep on working, you're doing great! are there too many questions? that's also a question...

Rodger technically did not see it happen, he got that information from Goob (Before accidentally murdering him)

And yeah, Toodles has been hurt before, Rodger just wanted to see her again but that only resulted in her getting hurt.

Also tysm I'm happy ya'll like the doodle-y approach I'm going for 😭, It makes it easier to make posts especially since I'm busy at school.

Dw, you're not asking too many questions! :)

[fear-is-truth]

i’m sorry if you’ve answered this before, or if it’s somewhere and i haven’t seen it, but which have you watched all ahs seasons? who are your favourite characters from each?

love ya 💋

ahhhh thanks for the ask !! ahs is hands down my favourite show EVER and i’ve been lowkey waiting for someone to ask me ahs related questions hehe ^^

murder house – tate langdon

tate is such a mess, but he’s also so captivating. he’s one of those characters you hate to love because he does some heinous shit, but there’s this other side to him that makes you wanna understand him.

asylum – lana winters

lana is everything. she’s strong, determined, smart, but also flawed, which makes her feel real. her story is so heavy, but watching her survive and fight through everything is insanely inspiring. the best-written characters in the entire season.

coven – misty day

my baby. so pure & sweet. she’s that person you just want to protect because the world doesn’t deserve her. i love her stevie nicks obsession and boho vibe.

freak show – dandy mott

dandy is completely mental. but he’s also kind of pitiful, in a patrick bateman way. finn wittrock absolutely killed it playing that man-child, too.

hotel – sally mckenna

she’s so sad and angry, and you feel that in every scene. messy and broken, but there’s something about her pain that’s so raw. sarah paulson really made her truly unforgettable.

cult – kai & winter anderson

kai is hands down the best-written and most complex character ryan murphy has ever created. i would die on that fucking hill. he’s terrifying, manipulative, and completely ruthless, but you can see where it all comes from—family trauma and probably some sort of untreated mental illness. evan peters completely NAILED that role. kai is screwed up and brilliant, which makes him such a fascinating character.

winter (my actual girlfriend) is such a mood. she’s always walking this fine line between loyalty to her brother and hating what he’s doing. (their fucked up sibling dynamic + the chemistry between evan and billie was super captivating) she’s one of the few characters in cult that i really felt for.

apocalypse – michael langdon

michael is such an interesting character because, at his core, he’s basically a kid who’s just confused and craves love and connection. he wants so badly to be understood, but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t escape his fate as the son of satan. there’s something so tragic about him because you can see those flashes of humanity, but he’s completely doomed by what he was born into. cody fern brought so much depth to michael, and his performance made him one of the most memorable characters in the series.

red tide – austin sommers

he is so diva, literally what’s not to love about him??!

tysm for the ask !! what about you pookie ?

[liquidstar]

idk if it sent but ARION 🍓🥀!!!!

🍓 (strawberry) - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?

I think this is a super interesting character to apply this to, because nowadays, Arion is considered something of a prophet. He’s the self-proclaimed first disciple of the Divine Comet, who was able to use its power for the people. He’s pretty much been mythologized as a saintly figure, but…

In his own time, he was a recluse, an alchemist single-mindedly focused on his thirst for knowledge. His only true goal was the betterment of mankind- to contribute something to make the world a better place for him being in it, which fueled his obsessive drive to make people “complete.” He did genuinely see it as something of a savior for this, and he also began to see himself as chosen.

🥀 (wilted flower) - How does your character deal with stressful situations? Is their fear response fight, flight, freeze or fawn?

Most likely flight, maybe freeze. He isn’t a fighter, nor is he truly this mythological figure people assume. He’s just a lonely researcher who figured out some crazy stuff. He doesn’t know how to deal with situations, he doesn’t know how to deal with people. He prefers to avoid stressful things that aren’t of any use to him (Which are most things, btw).

[emogoblin-666]

Hiiiiiii I hope you're having a good day💕💕

Could you please write a Rhea Ripley x reader where it's like a friend's to lovers kinda thing like they flirt bit Rhea flirts with a lot of people so reader doesn't really think much of it but she does have a secret crush in Rhea.

But basically someone mistakes Rhea for readers girlfriend and it's just super fluffy and cute TYSM 💕💕

Hello and of course here you go✨💗💗💗💗

An: just pure fluff here and this is told in the readers pov

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Actually We Are

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Readers pov:

Me and rhea were hanging out in the Judgement Day clubhouse. I mean we have been friends since she was in NXT days. We always get ask if we are together. We look at each other and laugh. I mean yeah we flirt with each other form time to time. But in a platonic way today was no different for any other day. We sat there on the couch with my head on her lap she was scrolling through her phone and I was reading one of my books.

I put my book down and looked up at her.

Y/n: Rhea I have a question?

Rhea: what is it baby girl.

I blushed at the nickname she gave me. I stare at her for a second than continued.

Y/N: you know how people aways ask if we are together.

Rhea cock her head to the side.

Rhea: yeah love what about it.

Rhea was playing with my hair softly. That alway calmed me down when she did that.

I took a deep breath

Y/N: well ever since the first day I met you I know that you would be the one for me but I thought that would have been silly idea

Y/n: what I am trying to say is I love you more than a friend.

She look at me and I decided to get up. When I was about to get up form the couch.

She pull me down on her lap. That when I was looking down at my hands she pulled my chin up to make have eye contact.

She gave me a soft smile

Rhea: you know something I feel the exact same way.

I smiled at her and she pulled me into a kiss

As we were softly making out. The door open.

Damian: I knew it.

We pull away form each other.

Rhea: *groan* what do you want Damian

Damian: *smirking* I knew that you to were dating

Before Rhea could speak I said

Y/N: actually we are.

With that he step out with calling doms and Finn’s name

We looked at each other.

Rhea: he gets on my nevers sometimes

Y/N: well he is your terror twins sooo.

She rolled her eyes and pulled into a tight hug I snuggled into her chest.

She kissed my head

Rhea: I love you y/n

Y/n: I love you too

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A/N: hey I hope you guys like it. And to ever who requests this I hope you like it I really tried.

Have a good day✨✨✨✨💗💗💗

[rainofthetwilight]

oh yes ofc!! ty for asking finn :DD

I seriously hate when there are no hijab options in picrews, like I wanna join it so bad but there's no hijab option so how tf can I??? it sucksss

also no niqab options in picrews are pretty disappointing too, I have only ever seen a niqab option once I think and I have joined in alot picrews, it's just :///