#have fun and chill while you put anything on your paper

[mymp3]

tubbo ! !

#tubbo #dream smp #dsmp #mikutimeart #i had so much fun with this #i love doodling out stuff that looks so nessy and kind of hurts the eyes and looks like a giant mistake #but just feels so fun to do #you put that stroke down and its there forever yknow? #why stress #have fun and chill while you put anything on your paper #its awesome

[strawb3rryscorpio]

Could you just write like ANYTHING that’s Dominic x reader because there is a severe dom fic drought rn

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒, dominic fike x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your boyfriend get matching tattoos 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, sexual jokes

You and Dominic had been discussing matching tattoos for months now. You both loved the idea, but the only issue was that neither of you could agree on what your tattoo would be. That had been the case until earlier today when Dominic had finally compromised on getting cherries as your tattoos.

To you, cherries were simple yet symbolic of your relationship. Dominic liked the idea, but he argued that it should be something more corny. After hours of reasoning and many puppy eyes later, Dominic had finally accepted defeat to those damn cherries.

"Babe, what should I wear?" you questioned, looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to think of an outfit. "Nothing at all if it was up to me," he deadpanned, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

"Dom, I'm being serious," you turned to glare at him as a wide smirk developed on his face, and he replied, "I am the most serious I've probably ever been." You rolled your eyes in response, walking into the closet in search of an outfit.

"How's this?" you said walking out after a few minutes. "Perfect," he eyed you for a second before looking back at his phone. No matter what outfit you put on, it was perfect to him, meaning he was zero help.

You turned to face the mirror, having to trust your own opinion in this situation. "Is it too booby?" you asked yourself, caressing the top of your tank top.

The look on his face told you he was thinking of another sly remark. "Nothing is ever too booby," you giggled and walked over to your dresser to grab your purse.

As you checked your phone before heading out, you heard the sound of one of Dominic's notorious dramatic sighs. "What're you so loud for?" you jokingly asked as you placed a pair of small gold hoops on your bare ears.

You heard Dominic walk over to you, placing his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into the back of your neck.

"'Cuz I'm bored," he mumbled into your neck. "I've been watching Reddit confessions for like a million years." The buzz of his words on your neck sent a chill down your spine.

"It's not my fault you were ready two hours ago," you said, turning to face him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Plus, you love those Reddit confessions," you added, pulling away from the kiss.

The drive there was quick. You talked about everything from his new music to some gossip about your friends.

"Still set on those cherries?" he asked, pulling into the parking lot. "Yes, one hundred percent set," you smacked your glossy lips together as your last touch. "Then let's go!"

You two walked towards the building, hand in hand. "I'm nervous," you admitted. "Why? You'll be okay," Dominic replied, rubbing your back for reassurance. "And you should be perfectly fine since you got to pick the tattoo." He turned to you with a mischievous grin.

"I didn't pick it. We agreed on it," you stepped into the store as Dominic held the door open. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said before wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you made your way up to the counter.

"Hi, we're here for an appointment at four thirty," you greeted the lady at the counter. "Oh! A couples tattoo. That's fun!" She pulled out a waiver and some pens for you to sign.

"Yeah, we've been talking about it for a while, and we were both free today, so I was like, why not?" you explained as Dominic signed the waiver. "What are you guys planning on getting?" she questioned, as Dominic finished signing the papers and handed them to you.

"We're getting matching cherries," Dominic answered as you continued reading the waiver. "We had them for dessert on our first date." The lady's face softened at Dominic's reasoning. "Awe, that's beautiful," she replied softly, making you blush.

You turned your head towards Dominic before mumbling, "And you said it wasn't as corny." You finished signing the waiver and passed it back. "Okay, perfect! I'll have you guys set up in a couple of minutes," she announced before walking off into the back.

You and Dominic took a seat, and you laid your head on his shoulder. "Dom?" you mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear you. "Yeah, love?" he looked down at you, ready to listen to whatever you had to say.

"If you really don't want to get the cherries, we can do something else. I don't mind, I promise," you admitted, immediately reading his face for a response.

He let out the slightest chuckle. "Babe, if I really didn't want those cherries, I would've been on your ass about it," he smiled, brushing his hands through your hair. "And plus, I'd get your face tatted on my cheek, so I have zero issues with this," he added, and a wide smile grew on your face.

"You're very corny, you know that?" you spoke after a few seconds of silence. "It's my specialty, really," he laughed and placed a kiss on your head.

"We're ready for you two!" the lady called out. You and Dominic stood up as he grabbed your hand. "Ready?" he asked as you started heading towards the tattoo chairs. "Readier than ever, babe!" you exclaimed.

You two sat in the chairs, still holding hands, as the tattoo artist introduced himself. You stared at Dominic as he made conversation, and you noticed a smile develop on your face. A smile that displayed nothing but love and commitment. And you thought to yourself, what is committing if not getting a matching tattoo?

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🪽h speaks: guys i’m not very happy with this it was kind of rushed but i was eager to post something. i hope you enjoy and thank you so much for 300 followers!! love you guys :)

#dominic fike #dominic fike x reader #imagine #euphoria #fanfiction #euphoria fanfic #euphoria imagine #zendaya #dominic fike imagine #headcanon #sunburn #dominic fike tour #singer #writer #wattpad #euphoria edit

[greycaelum]

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Salve }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Genre: fluff, small mishap in the kitchen

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.6k)—/ finger cut from a knife, caution: hot oven, discussion on cursed techniques—/

𑁍 A/N: I'm very busy with life before college starts so, here's a little piece for everyone while I'm out sorting my stuffs

It's one of those weekends when you are ready to clean a chaotic kitchen after a good time baking some sweets with the family. A small recreational afternoon after a tiring week for everyone to unwind and just have fun as a family.

Saika seems to have inherited her father's addiction to sweet things and you are really worried for her health. After all, even if you forbid sweets in this house their Papa will always find a way to sneak some for the kids.

Kouki on the other hand would eat anything his Papa gives him. You're not sure if you should be thankful your son isn't a picky eater. It seems like his stomach would accept anything that classifies as food.

It's hard not to watch the three of them all huddled up on the counter wearing the same kitty apron. Their fluffy white manes are like those pretty cats you see in tv shows. Satoru is leaning on the counter with his hair down and sunglasses. The two munchkins are sitting on the counter wearing a chef's hat and reading the recipe.

They look so cute~ so perfec—

"2 cups of sugarrrr~"

Satoru sang and dumped 4 cups of sugar into the cookie batter.

Actually no, they're a disaster.

"Sa.To.Ru."

He looked up to you and grinned.

"Aweee c'mon Honey, it won't hurt just to be extra extra sure it's sweetttttt! Cookies are supposed to be sweet, right kids?!"

"Right!!!" The two stooges of their Papa chorused.

"Baking needs to be measured, okay? It's not gonna come out right if you don't measure it correc—"

Satoru put a finger on your lips and shushed you making the kids giggle while you glared at your husband who winked at you and gave your pursed lips a small kiss of bribery.

"I got this. You just sit there and relax, okay?"

You're left with not so many choices but to watch the kids adjust the recipe to whatever Satoru tells them.

This isn't gonna be good... Maybe you should make a batch of your own and just let them play on whatever devil spawn of a cookie they end up making.

Satoru preheated the oven while the kids cut the cookies in shape cutters custom-made just for today's fun. It includes Panda, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Yuta, Maki, Toge, and even Todo miniature figures.

For some reason, Kouki likes hanging out with his Aoi-nii. Todo can actually be very chill with kids.

Satoru finally popped their cookie tray inside and clapped their hands while they waited.

"Why are you all crouched down there? There are seats here."

You sighed at the three cats (yes, their father is included) all crouched down side by side in front of the oven with their chins on their knees watching their cookies getting baked.

"Heyyyyy..." You pursed your lips and eventually joined the huddle, the four of you sat on the floor with the kids playing with you and Satoru to pass the time. Some thumb wrestling, tickle fights even rock, paper, scissors.

It's just like this, the simple moments of family time that you crave the most.

12 minutes passed and the 'ting' of the oven made the four of you excited (half of you dreading you'll run straight to the toilet in one bite).

Satoru carefully took out the hot tray while you were making something light for dinner. A light vegetable soup and some fried tofu and pork.

You chopped the carrots into diced and for a split second on your peripheral you saw Kouki trying to grab a cookie from the scorching tray distracting you altogether. Mother instincts leaping on action.

"Kou!" You hissed and just in time Satoru grab Kouki's hands away from the hot metal but you didn't escape the sharpness of the knife.

"Mama!"

"Hon!" Satoru put the knife away and held your finger with a cut bleeding profusely. "Can you get the first aid kit on the toilet Kikufuku?" Satoru turned to his son who immediately ran to the toilet.

"It's fine, I'm fine. The wound is not that deep." You sighed as Satoru seriously washed your wound but the blood does not stop. "Love, I'm not gonna die from a cut." You held back the urge to chuckle at Satoru's serious face as if you were hacked by a machete.

"Right, and I'm not going let you bleed like a waterfall either." Satoru snaps and drags you to sit on the tall counter chair while he tries to apply pressure to stop the blood.

Kouki came back with the kit and Saika immediately opened it.

"Mama, I'm gonna make it go away. Sho-chan taught me how to." Saika confidently brought out gauzes and betadine.

You chuckled at the little girl who wants to push her father away so she can treat you. For some reason, she really likes hanging around Shoko and often talks about being a nurse.

"Cat, clean your hands," Kouki remembered, pulling the stool so his sister could wash her hands and hop back to you.

"Princess, can you sit and behave for a minute? Papa is trying to help Mama first, okay?" Satoru frowned at the blood and was too busy to deal with the little one.

Unlike Shoko, he can use Reverse Curse Technique only to himself. He doesn't know how to heal others. Ironic.

"Papa, it's not like that." Saika huffed. She put her hands on her hips and stared at her father.

You notice your daughter's defiance and nudge Satoru. It's not like the wound is too big to worry everyone.

"Papa, Cat can do it... I saw it." Kouki interceded and for a second you thought his eyes glimmered like Satoru's.

Satoru stopped and looked at his daughter with a stubborn look on her face. He sighed.

"Cat... Well, how would our little princess do it?" Satoru crouched down and looked at her eye to eye.

"It's very easy." Your four-year-old daughter beamed and held your wounded finger. "Imagine two opposite waterfalls..." Saika murmured, concentrating on your finger.

A chill ran down Satoru's spine. Kouki didn't take his eyes off his sister and mother's interlocked hands.

"And the calm point they meet..."

A faint glow emanated on your finger and the deep cut that was bleeding was gone and there is no mark of a scar at all.

Saika's face brightened and turned to her Papa.

"See! I told you, Papa. I can do it. Sho-chan can do better though." Saika pursed her lips but smiled anyways turning to you.

"Did I do good, Mama? Is it good?" Your bubbly daughter jumped up and down and her brother ruffled her hair praising her a lot.

"Uhuh? What does my Cat want to be when she grows up?" Satoru chuckled as he carried his daughter in his arms.

You and Satoru looked at each other. A long silence before you both snap out of it and pat Saika's head, telling her she's so good.

"Where did you learn that Cat? Did Sho-chan teach you?" Satoru asked the smiling toddler.

"No, I just watch Sho-chan. She doesn't let me inside when a patient comes in so I just watch behind the door." Saika put a finger over her lips and shushed. "Don't tell Sho-chan, okay Papa?"

"I'm gonna be like Sho-chan! I'm gonna be a doctor." Saika clapped.

"See, I told you she can do it." Kouki grinned, looking at his sister being tickled by their Papa.

You ordered takeout instead and the kids happily ate their dessert and played in the backyard while you and Satoru sat beside each other, drinking some milk tea and shortcake.

Kouki has the color of your eyes, but there are several times that when you look into his orbs, the only thing he inherited from you is the color, the rest looks exactly just like Satoru. Vast and unfathomable. There are times you wonder how vast does your son actually see?

"Y'know, I struggled with reverse cursed technique until 16, I couldn't understand it very much." Satoru started while Saika tackled her brother down.

"Mnnn, even you struggled with it... Now that's something." You hummed and sighed. Your head found rest in Satoru's shoulders as he intertwined your hands and kissed the back of your palm.

There are only a few sorcerers that can perform that advance cursed technique, much severely few are those that can heal others, like Shoko. But even Shoko cannot fully explain how the technique works.

"How much does that take a toll on the brain? Unlike curse energy that comes from the stomach, reverse curse deals with the brain, no?"

"My wife is so smart, are you seducing me? Teheehehehe~" Satoru winked at you making you roll your eyes.

"Mnnn, it depends. The reverse cursed technique is more complex than it sounds. It boggles my mind how our 4-year-old daughter could even do that without being taught properly." Satoru chuckled seeing Kouki easily pinning down his sister and tagging her back and running again.

"You saw the wound she healed. It didn't even have any speck of scar Satoru. Even Shoko cannot heal wounds that cleanly. A scab or a scar is always present over the wound." You fear the situation that arises with this kind of technique. The ability to heal any kind of wound is one matter, but repairing it with no scar at all... You know it's another story. The underlying fear of her talent being exploited lingers at the back of your mind.

There are so many out there who would want to covet such precious ability themselves.

You watch Kouki playing with the bright clear marbles with blue streaks inside with Saika who is just as enamored by the swirling curse energy inside the crystal produced by her brother.

"We'll protect them." Satoru pulled you closer and kissed your temples.

It seems like your children will never fail to keep you and Satoru surprised at every chance they try.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[baxteravenue]

https://www.tumblr.com/baxteravenue/743919302176047104/hiiiiiii-will-u-be-able-to-write-for-jack-again

YES PLS POST ALL OF THEM 😭😭😭😭 I luv ur writing miss u and ur writing

another one ;)

Druski had been trying to get you to do a skit with him forever, partially because you were the It girl that everyone was obsessed with and maybe partially because Jack Harlow had an insane crush on you that he had yet to make any move on and to be honest Druski was sick and tired of hearing him moan and groan about how “Y/N doesn’t even follow me man, I followed her and nothing… Why the fuck does she even follow you?” 

He was just about done with Jack, so he wanted to do something about it.

“No Druski, I’m not doing a skit…” You shook your head as you answered his phone call.

“Nah, nah, nah! It’s chill, not a skit well maybe kinda… It’s more like a cooking show but different.”

You couldn’t lie, you were interested. 

So that’s how you ended up at Druski’s house in Atlanta getting ready to cook a whole meal with his two friends Urban and Jack. 

You had walked in a little late, saying sorry as you rushed through the door. 

“Man, I told y’all she was gonna come!” Druski loudly yelled as a camera came up to you, “Look it’s Y/N and it’s not no clickbait… Say hi girl, make sure they know you ain’t no AI.”

You laughed while waving at the camera, “Hiiiiii.”

“Anyways now that we got everyone here, let me introduce y’all to the Chefs that are gonna be feeding me and the homies.” Druski moved the camera back to him, “We’re gonna really test these motherf*ckers and see how they can work together.” 

You looked over at the other people, Urban and Jack. You knew Urban, you had met him once at a party that someone had thrown and Jack well you knew of him… but you didn’t occasionally listen to his music.

“It’s nice to see you again,” You hugged Urban first, “And nice to meet you I’m Y/N.” You smiled at Jack shaking his hand which made him give you a confused look but nonetheless he shook your hand. 

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Jack.” He responded, “I just want to let you know that I’m not the best cook.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s all good I can pull us through this as long as yall just follow my lead.” 

Druski immediately cut in, “I don’t know about all that because here are the rules. Basically one of yall can’t hear nothing, the next one can't see, and the last one can’t do either. So you all have to rely on each other to not f*ck it up. Especially my kitchen.”

Your eyes widen, “What the hell Druski you didn’t mention any of this?” There was no way you were about to trust two guys you didn’t even know with open fire and knives around you like that.

Jack however did not care, he was hoping to impress you and earn your trust. God, he hardly knew you and yet here he was actively trying to get into a situation where his hand could potentially be cut or burnt off just for you.

Urban was just down with it all, he had seen the trend on Tiktok a couple days earlier and thought it looked fun. 

“I swear we’re not gonna let anything happen to you.” Jack smiled at you, which made you feel a little better.

“I don’t know I’m actually kinda clumsy with my hands so don’t put too much pressure on me.” Urban put his hands up in defense making you laugh.

You sighed, giving the three of them a look before shrugging. “Fuck it.”

“Alright, alright!” Druski nodded, “And before we start Coulda Been Records is not at fault for anyone's clumsy ass and we made all three of em’ sign an NDA.”

Druski had the three of you pick a paper out of hat with what position you were gonna be. 

You were going to be completely deaf with the headphones on blast, Jack couldn’t see anything with his blindfold, and Urban was going to be completely useless because he was both. 

“We’re making pasta!” You just knew you were screaming and it made you laugh, “I’m gonna carry us!”

“Damn shawty is yelling.” Jack laughed, but you couldn’t even hear him. “She fine though so she gets a pass, matter of fact it’s turning me on.”

“What did you say?”  You yelled at Jack.

Jack shrugged, putting up his hands. “Just lead the way!” 

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n

[vctrvn-ls]

Dancing around the kitchen with Sharky? Like him twirling reader and so?

Circles , Post Malone | Sharky |

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

warnings: language

wordcount: 1.8k

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

"Sharky!" You laugh as a big cloud of flour rises from the bowl in your hands.

"Whoops." He grins, shrugging with the flour packet.

"We're never going to finish this if you keep messing." You whine, annoyed as Sharky's playful mood that had been with him since the morning.

The two of you were enjoying a nice summer evening…inside...making pizza. Why? Because you were not in the resource to go out and Sharky said he was tired of takeout.

So the two of you came to an arrangement, you get to stay at home and Sharky doesn't need to order any food.

Cooking with Sharky was entertaining, mostly because he never knew what he was doing and you'd always be busy keeping an eye on him, making sure he didn't mess anything up.

In the background of your chaos Sharky's "Chill music" playlist was on, with the song 'Stolen Dance' currently playing, but barely anything was heard because of your screaming "SHARKY YOU IDIOT!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Oh my god." You put the bowl down and turned to him, in disbelief of what he had just done "Give me that." You snatched the flour from his hand and put it back into the cupboard.

"You know we're gonna still need that?" He tried to suppress his crazy laughter.

You groan, rolling your eyes and taking the flour back out.

Well maybe you didn't have to, cause you were covered in it. Instead of "carefully sifting" as the instructions said, Sharky carelessly dumped it inside the bowl AGAIN, making you completely lose it.

"Sharky," you whine.

"Ok, ok, sorry I'll stop now."

You furrow your eyebrows at him.

"Hand on heart." He put his flour-covered hand on his chest.

"Oh my god." You groan "You're never allowed next to the flour."

"My bad." He innocently shows his teeth.

"Alrighty," you check the recipe on your phone "Flatten the dough...roll it..."

Sharky leaned over you, positioning his arms on the counter and trapping your between them, looking at what you were reading.

"Oil the tray...or parchment paper." He heard you mumble in concentration, which he thought was very cute. You were very cute. He smiled at his own thoughts, resting his head on your shoulder while you continued fussing over the recipe.

"Alright so we gotta-Sharky," you say sternly but with a smile "Cmon let's finish this."

"But you're so comfy." He playfully complains, wrapping his arms around you from behind, chin not leaving your shoulder.

"Oh my god Sharky." You watch as his dusty hands wrap around your waist, getting more flour everywhere.

You shake your head as you feel him begin to sway side to side.

"Sharkyyy," you nudge him in the ribs, and it works! He lets you go with an over exaggerated "Ow!" While you hurry to the dough.

"Tsk," he shakes his head "You're no fun."

"Yeah cause I'm starving you genius and you're not helping."

"I-Ah-Okay yeah fair enough." He nods.

You chuckle at his stuttering.

"Ok I'll stop if you're actually hungry."

"Oh how considerate of you." You say sarcastically.

"Yeah otherwise you'll end up eating me." He adds, making you break out into a series of giggles which contagiously passed onto him as he watched you laugh with heart eyes.

Ten minutes later the pizza was in the oven and the two of your were on the couch, lazily laying around doing nothing and waiting for the 'ding'.

"I'm so booored," Sharky stated, looking up at you from your lap.

"I'm tired."

"From what? You literally didn't do anything all day!" He exclaims.

"Of you."

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing if he should actually be hurt by that or not.

"I'm kidding." You look down at him with a grin.

"Not funny."

You shake your head before leaning down and planting a kiss on his lips.

"Where'd that come from?" He chuckled in surprise "…Do it again."

"No." You grin, straightening your back and leaning on the couch, leaving Sharky with nothing.

He was just about to voice his disappointment when he suddenly heard a faint but familiar melody.

"Oh my gosh!" He declares, jolting up, catching you off guard.

"What?"

"I haven't heard this song in so long! This must be my old playlist." He rushed over to the kitchen, turning up the volume on the speaker.

You peeped at him from the couch with a raised eyebrow as you heard Circles by Post Malone begin blasting through the house.

"COME DANCE WITH ME!" You barely heard Sharky yell over the music.

You shake your head, not feeling it.

He demonstratively rolls his eyes and droops his shoulder, before jogging over to you.

You watch him stand in front of you, moving his shoulders and singing "I couldn't be theeere!" He clenches his fists and slightly bends his knees while screwing his eyes shut "Even when I trieeed!"

You can't help but laugh at him.

"You don't believe iiiit!" He opens his eyes and glares right at you "We do this every time!" He swiftly jumps up and manages to grab ahold of your hand in the process, pulling you after him right where you didn't want to be minutes ago.

"Seasons change and our love went coooold!" He intertwines his fingers with yours, and sways his arms around as you watch, just to get you in the mood.

"Run away but we're running in circles!" He leans forward, face inches away from yours. You thought he was going to kiss you, but instead felt one of his hands let go and the other bring your arm over your head drawing a circle motion in the air, forcing you to spin.

You can't help but chuckle at Sharky's cheeky move as he continues to scream the lyrics of the song "Run away but we're running in circles, run away, run away- Cmon!"

The spin seemed to have somehow done a trick on you because the next thing you knew you were singing along to Posty's next verse. Maybe your expression wasn't the most pleasant (at first) as you pretended to have been "forced" by him, but with each word you kind of started to enjoy it.

Well to be frank, it was really hard not to enjoy it because of how excitedly Sharky was bouncing around you.

Even though the verse was calm, he still managed to jump up and down with every beat before joining in with you "You thought that is was spe-cial, spe-cial!"

"But it was just the sex though-"

"Sex though!" Sharky accompanimented you on the harmony.

"And I still hear the echoes-"

"The echoes!"

"I got a feeling that's it's time to let it go...Let it gooo," you felt a small surge of energy rush through you as the catchy beat drop swooped in.

"Seasons change and our love went cooold!" You both sang in unison.

A massive smile shone on Sharky's face as he watched you jump up and down in the most adorable way possible. And his heart completely melted when he felt both of your hands on his, encouraging to join in with the jumping, which obviously he did.

"Feed the flame cause we can't let it goooo!"

You both stopped in time for the "Run away but we're running in circles," As Sharky lifted his hand up and watched you twirl again "Run away, run away!"

As the melody continued on, the two of you had a mini unspoken dance battle, which you initiated with "worm arms". Sharky caught onto it with a Micheal Jackson spin and hand on his head making you crack up right on the spot.

"That was actually really good!" You point at his legs and laugh, earning an "I know" nod from Sharky. The mini dance battle came to a holt as you and Sharky prepared to sing the next emotionally-filled verse on high notes.

"Maybe you don't understand what I'm going throoouuughhhh, it's only me!" You point to yourself, trying to do movements that fit the lyrics "Whatchu got to loooose? Make up your mind, tell me what are you going throoouuugh?" You point to Sharky "It's only me- Let it goooooo!"

And as the chorus replayed you went back to the jumping, holding each others hands and yelling the lyrics. Of course you both knew it was silly, maybe even cheesy or childish but the energy that Posty's music had was unstoppable and you both were having the time of your lives.

Sharky had hearts in his eyes, knowing that you were enjoying yourself and enjoying his company, he could feel that exact warm fuzzy feeling inside him that is sometimes described as "butterflies" but to him it was more than that, something bigger.

"-Run away but we're running in circles," this time you raised Sharky's hand up, indicating for him to spin, and as he did you had to jump up to make sure he'd fit under your arm.

You laughed at the way he had to bend down while twirling, just barely making it through.

As the song came to an end the pair of you were out of breathe and laughing while still holding onto each others hands.

You continued to giggle as Sharky reached for the speaker, turning it off.

"Do you think we missed the pizza?" He panted.

You shrug, shaking your head and looking at the oven "Oh no wait we did." You walked over and opened the small glass door, steam rising as you did so.

"Yep. It's done." You fully open the oven, waiting for the tray to cool down a little.

"That was fun wasnt it?" Sharky leaned on the counter and tilted his head with a smile on his face.

"Yeah...it was...a little." You add slyly, squinting at him.

"A little?" Sharky exclaimed with a chuckle "You should've seen yourself a minute ago."

"Yeah, yeah, okay." You shrug.

"We should make pizza more often." He walked over and leaned onto you, wrapping his hands around your waist from behind while you continued to stare at the pizza.

"Hm?" He nuzzled into your cheek to try and get a response from you.

"Yeah ok don't over do it," you smirk, turning your head to him and placing a chaste kiss on his lips "Let me eat before you start pissing me off again."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

#beta squad #youtube #sharky #sharky x reader #sharkyedit #niko omilana #aj shabeel #chunkz #king kenny #betasquadedit

[rorywritesjunk]

breathe the freezing crystal air, watch my baby crack a smile

You and Buggy agreed on exchanging just one gift for the Winter Solstice, but he's a pirate and doesn't follow the rules. Rating: G-PG. It's just some fluff, that's all. Warning: None. Buggy can't bake in this. Richie causes very mild chaos. A/N: I wanted to have something about gift giving. This has no connection to any other story, it's just a fun one-shot. Title comes from "Cold Sunshine" by S.J. Tucker.

You and Buggy agreed on exchanging just one gift, simply because you knew how over the top he would get with gift giving. You always appreciated it, and he often gave you really good gifts, but you had no need for clothes, books, anything. Honestly, just spending the day with him doing nothing sounded like the best gift to you. So a month before the Winter Solstice, you talked to him and got him to agree to just one gift each. 

However, after so many years with him, you weren’t actually specific in what you meant by one gift.

When you woke up the morning of the Solstice, you found our bed empty of your boyfriend, but in his place was an envelope with your name and the number #1 on it. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you took it and carefully opened it, frowning at the contents. It was a photo of you from when you first started dating, which was sweet. He didn’t always want photos taken, conscious about his nose and worried it would be the main focus on the photo as he insisted the camera made it look bigger than it was (it didn’t). You didn’t ask too often to take a photo because of that. There was a note stuck to the back of it that read,

you didn’t specify what you meant by one gift.

buggy

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a grin as you finally got out of bed. You were already feeling the chill of the day so you dressed warmly, putting on wooly layers and your warmest jacket before heading out to the deck to find your boyfriend. He often gave the crew a case of rum to go around and the day off for their gift, which allowed you two a bit of peace and (some) quiet for most of the day. 

There was a package in Mohji’s hands when you saw him and he held it out to you. It was weird not to see Buggy yet, but you accepted it with a frown. Your name and the number #2 were on it.

“From you?” 

“No, the Captain.” The beast tamer replied before going off to join his shipmates in enjoying the gift.

You opened the package and jumped with a shriek. Colorful glitter spilled out onto your hands, shoes, and the deck. It got everywhere and you were mortified that Buggy actually thought that would be a good idea, because the first time it happened was the first time he gave you a Solstice gift. Instead of using tissue paper or any other kind of packaging, he used glitter and even years later you were still finding it on things. 

There was a note inside that box with an orange that had cloves sticking out of it and a blue ribbon tied around it, as well as a layer of the colorful glitter. 

there’s more to come

buggy

You were unsure if that was a threat or meant to be romantic. 

~

You got most of the glitter taken care of, but there would forever be a stain of red, green, and gold forever ingrained in the spot where you were standing. Buggy only had himself to blame for that one.

You got the glitter washed off the orange, however, and happily hung it up in your wardrobe to keep it smelling nice. It was a weirdly sweet reminder of when he took over Orangetown, only to disappear for a few weeks with most of his body left behind with the crew. And while they set up the tent on an island, mourning the loss of their captain and unsure what to do next, you were (kind of accidentally) left behind in Orangetown. While you were mad about it, you went about your life helping them rebuild and getting a job in a tea shop for a few months until Buggy showed back up to “rescue” you.

The third gift was left in the fridge. You were trying to think of what to start expecting from him. At this point you had been together 7 years, so was he going to do 7 gifts, or just a random number? Was there a particular order to these gifts? You carefully took the package out of the fridge and opened it over the sink, just to be on the safe side.

It was a piece of chocolate cake which was one of your favorite things. You took a fork and poked at it carefully, hoping there wasn't anything in it that could break a tooth, before you took a forkful and popped it in your mouth. Buggy was… an okay cook, but baking wasn't necessarily his thing. He didn't have the patience for it, nor did he follow the directions properly. The cake definitely was chewy, almost gluing your mouth shut. You decided to save the rest for later so you put it back in the fridge, which is where the note was still at.

because you're so sweet to me

buggy 

Okay, this was getting to be a bit too sweet and adorable for you. He was into grand gestures, flashy announcements and proclamations on his feelings for you, and other eye-catching things. But finding packages around the ship from him with little notes was almost too much. You were starting to feel like your gift was going to pale in comparison to what he probably had planned, but you also knew he would loudly say he loved whatever you got him and it was wonderful.

~

You actually found the fifth gift next. Were you supposed to find these in a particular order? This gift was… calmer. You didn't have to clean up glitter or unstick your mouth from glue-textured cake. It was a scented candle, something you didn't get to enjoy as much as you used to due to conserving them in case of an emergency. This package didn't have a note, but you took it to your room and set it next to the bed. 

Was he making a statement with these gifts? They were all rather sweet and you were now thinking of cooking him a nice dinner the next chance you got. 

When you left the bedroom you actually bumped into him. He hid something behind his back, looking slightly panicked at seeing you.

“W-What are you doing in there?” He asked as he stepped back from you. You shrugged as you leaned over to peck him on the lips.

“Just putting one of my gifts in a safe spot, Buggy.” You told him. “Thank you for the candle.”

“Yea, well… don’t burn it all at once!” He told you as he sidestepped around you to get into the bedroom. “Don’t come in here until I tell you too!”

~

You found what was left of the fourth gift with Richie. He had torn into the package, thinking it was for him, and when you walked up to his cage, you saw the remnants of paper and ribbon with a little stuffed toy hanging from his mouth. There was a letter that had some nibble marks in it which you managed to rescue while giving him some pets. 

You didn’t fight him for the toy but you read the letter.

because you give really good hugs

buggy 

Well, okay, you were told that was something you were good at, and often knew when Buggy needed a hug before he even realized it. When you peered through the bars to see what the toy was, it was just a cute little pony plush that was now being cuddled by the big cat. Richie deserved a gift so you kept the letter and let him have the plush toy.

~

It was closer to evening time when you saw him again. He shut the door to the room pretty quickly and stood in front of it, arms crossed. “You can’t come in here yet.”

“Okay, but… why?” You asked. 

���Because I said so!” He told you as stomped away. “Stay there and wait until I get back!”

You raised an eyebrow but did as he asked. There must be something in there that was part of the gift-giving. And you needed to get in there as well since your gift to him was in there, and you hated that you were starting to feel a little unsure about it. His were all sweet gestures and memories while yours was… not that spectacular in your eyes. 

He came back with two glasses in his hand and paused at the door, shot you a look you didn’t quite understand, and threw the door open and gestured for you to step inside. Confused, you did so, looking in the room to see… nothing. There was nothing in there. You scratched your head and looked at him.

“What am I not supposed to see?”

“Give me a minute!” He told you as he handed you the two glasses and went to the small locked cabinet. You knew that’s where he kept his favorite rum. Saying nothing, you walked over to the wardrobe to grab his gift, something wrapped in some pretty paper you had found at a port. He looked over at you and perked up. “Is that for me?”

“Yea, it is…” You hesitated and walked over to him. “I found um, the gifts, Buggy, and I appreciate them so much, but now I feel a little put out because I only got you one thing.” You took a moment before adding, “Richie found the fourth gift. I managed to get the letter.”

“What? Don’t worry about it.” He told you as he reached for his present. You sighed and handed it over to him. “Your gifts are always thoughtful.”

“Yea…” You raised your hand to your mouth, chewing on your thumbnail as he tore the paper off excitedly. He paused for a moment when he saw what it was: a wooden box with a locking latch and his jolly roger burned into the top. “So, I made that… thought it would be something you can… keep important things in, like, special treasures and stuff…” 

“You made this? When?” He asked as he opened it slowly. The box was well made, lined with a blue velvet while the outside was stained a dark color. His eyes lit up as he examined it. There were little imperfections that made it unique and told about being handmade, such as a few dents in the wood, a hole where a screw mistakenly created, and a few jagged lines around the lower jaw of the jolly roger, likely where you were first starting the design. “How did you find the time?”

You shrugged, moving onto one of your fingernails now as you watched him rotate the box in his hands, opening and closing the lid multiple times before he finally settled on tracing the design with his fingertips. “Some late nights. I started a month ago.” You hesitated before asking, “D’you like it?”

“It’s perfect!” He said as his hands went to place it safely on the bed while he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close for a kiss. Buggy wasn’t just saying that to make you feel good, you knew he meant it because there had been a few mishaps of gifts where he gave you his honest opinion of them if he didn’t like it, but you could tell he liked this one. “It will pair well with my final gift to you.”

“Final gift?” You repeated as he moved you to a spot in the room. 

He looked up at the ceiling for a brief second before making sure you didn’t look up. Next, he swept his coat back before reaching into his pocket and dropping down to one knee in front of you. Oh, oh you knew what was happening now. He held the box in one hand while preparing to open it with another.

“My love, the only one I cherish,” Buggy began, the small box open and revealing to you a necklace with a ring on it. “After seven years together, I’d like to spend another seven with you as your husband, so will-”

“Only seven years?” You asked, cutting him off, looking confused for a moment. Buggy stopped and narrowed his eyes at you for interrupting him. “Why only seven years?”

“I was trying to be poetic!” 

“Okay, but do you intend for either of us to die in seven years?” You asked, still a little confused by his wording. “Or… is that how long a pirate marriage lasts?”

“L-Let me finish!” He stammered as he got to his feet. “I just… I just want to know if you’ll marry me! It can be for seven months or seven decades, I don’t care, I just want to be married to you!”

“Oh, oh! I got it now.” You laughed softly and smiled at him. “You’re so sweet, Buggy, I will marry you.” 

He looked satisfied, though a little thrown off from the interruption, but he didn’t let that stop him from putting the necklace on you before he kissed you; one of his hands popped off and went to a rope hanging nearby, giving it a firm tug. You glanced up as dried flowers fell over the two of you, a bright collection of color during a cold winter day.

It was very sweet. You picked a flower that landed on his shoulder and stuck it in his hat before kissing him again.

“Thank you for the gifts, Buggy.” You told him. “I love you.”

He smirked, pulling you closer as his hand poured the good rum into the two glasses. “Cheers, my love. I love you too.”

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x you

[raainberry]

Chocolate Heart

« A strong, sweet love. »

Dahyun x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - confessing to your crush on valentines day very rarely goes as planned anyway

wordcount - 3K

T/W - Food, young love, crushes all that good valentine’s stuff, soft cuss word

A/N - shoutout @saiiidahyunee its as long as it took for me to write about Dahyun im so sorry💀

“Congratulations!”

The cheerful word caused you nothing but chills and fright. You blinked at the two class presidents standing before you, grinning as though disturbing your nap was the most fun thing in the world.

“For what?” You mumbled half asleep. Unless you were out for months, it wasn’t your birthday yet. Neither had you accomplished anything worth celebrating.

“For possibly going on a date in the next few weeks!” One of them cheered once more while the other revealed a pen and paper from behind her back.

“What?”

The girl ignored the utter confusion on your face and shoved the pen into your hand before sliding the paper accross the table you were so comfortably napping on a minute ago.

“Do you have a crush?” Her co-president asked, and you could tell his tone went beyond the required professionalism. Just plain nosy.

You sighed as you finally realized what this ambush was about: the whole Valentines Day love campaign your school loved to put up every year in order to help fund whatever was in need.

The concept itself was fun and harmless: class presidents chasing their classmates down the halls, offering to confess to your crush for you in exchange of a couple bucks.

Deal of the year for a lot of high-schoolers, and it wasn’t even done badly. The whole thing was cute; a fresh, red rose they delivered anonymously on your behalf on D-Day. While they filled the school’s pockets, you got to see your crush smile at least once thanks to you. To a young teenager foolishly in love, the sight was priceless.

Even if you drew the shortest end of the deal—a.k.a your crush not giving a damn—they’d never know who it was from anyway. Saved you a lot of embarrassment, which in all honesty was just as priceless.

“No, I don’t have a crush.” You answered him, and the way his features noticeably fell was particularly satisfying.

“Do you now? Don’t you think we’re a little too old not to notice these things?” The girl wiped the small smirk off your lips and you blinked. “We’ve been in the same classroom all week for four years, we’ve seen the way you treat the new girl.”

The seat suddenly felt uncomfortable underneath your legs. “What does that even mean—I don’t treat her any different than I do you guys.” You chuckled, nerves unfortunately too clear for the guy not to revive his own hope.

“Sure you don’t.” The girl smiled, the pull at her lips borderline fake. “But you haven’t walked any of us home yet, have you?”

You shifted in your seat once more. “We happen to live in the same neighborhood. If you’re jealous just say that.”

The girl’s smile seemed to falter for a second, dropping only to stretch itself wider and brighter than before. You caught her clutching the small stack of paper tighter against her chest, causing you to knit your eyebrows together.

You weren’t oblivious. At least not more than she claimed herself to be. You had your fair share of secret admirers across the years, a few roses sent your way; but it was no secret that you never pulled on any of the strings thrown your way by the bravest of them.

“As if.” She shrugged off and you nodded, appreciating how she stuck to her role.

There was never any want nor need on your end. A relationship was never an idea on your mind, but it doesn’t mean you couldn’t and didn’t have a harmless thing for someone here and there.

All unrequited, as per the majority of high-school love, but you managed to find the fun of it. Silly jokes and random eye-contact rushes were satisfying enough.

Until she came along.

“Anyway—”

“So do you like her or not?” The boy cut her off, saving you both from an uncomfortable moment only to send the three of you into a silence of that same nature.

You hoped your lack of answers would get them off your back, but the longer it lasted, the more it proved their suspicions to be right.

You could see the delight on the boy’s features grow as much as the frown on the girl’s. You ignored the latter for as long as it took for her to cover it up before she tapped the paper in front of you.

“It’s our last year.” She spoke up. Her voice was softer than you were used to. It caught you off guard. “You might regret not participating at least once.”

Whatever, you thought, looking down at all the names already written down. Might as well, she won’t know anyway.

You gripped the pen, following your hand as your fingers painted the name of the girl you’d come to care so much about.

Kim Dahyun - Senior Class B

“Here.” You slammed the pen against the table. “Happy?”

“The two dollars.”

You looked up at them and sighed once more.

“Kind of a scam but okay…” You mumbled, reaching into your pockets for the remaining change of your allowance.

The bill was inconvenient. Sure it wasn’t much, but when you’ve been cut off for the next two months because of a silly prank… Might as well say you’d bet your whole fortune on this crush. It sounded cool anyway. Your grandkids would eat this up.

—

Valentine came around quick, and you spent all day watching people receive roses in all corners of the school.

Young love filled the air, time was nothing if not stuck in this carefree atmosphere roaming with still naive and hopeful spirits. As much as you would have liked to be cool about it all, you weren’t an exception. You couldn’t help but wonder whether Dahyun had received hers or not.

Maybe in sixty years you’ll probably laugh at the memory, but in the moment it didn’t feel half as funny.

From eight in the morning, all you could do was stress over whether she’d accept it or not. Would she even like it? If she had, did she smile as brightly as you wanted her to? Had it made her as happy as you hoped? Granted she wouldn’t know who it was from, but you hoped the gesture would actually make her smile. Your heart couldn’t stay still in your chest, eager yet nervous to see her.

You waited all day to see her, looking out at every corner of each room and hallway you walked in for a glimpse of her pretty, dark and long hair, fair skin, and cute nose appreciating whatever scent was left of that cheap flower.

By 4pm, she was still nowhere to be seen. Was she avoiding you? Did she even get that dang flower?

The bell rung the end of your last classes for the day, and you took out your frustrations out on your poor locker. You hadn’t opened its door this aggressively since you got detention for sleeping in class. Something very infuriating in failing at what you usually master.

Whatever, at least you helped the school.

You got your bag off your shoulder, glancing inside the locker for your books only to find… a rose? Had she sent it back to you?

You winced at the thought, the pinch in your heart taking you by surprise.

So this is heartbreak…, you sighed reaching for the flower. If that wasn’t painful enough, one of the thorns poked your finger and you almost laughed at life’s comedic timing.

You watched the small wound on your skin as it reddened slowly. It’ll heal fast enough. Couldn’t say the same for the one in your chest though.

This was the stupidest idea ever, why did you even give in to their pressure…

You wiped your finger on your shirt, a small stain you’d come to regret later but held very little importance in your eyes when a small card fell to the ground.

The book you’d grabbed felt heavier with each second you took to identify where it had come from. The only logical answer was your locker, but how had you not noticed it?

Shoving the homework material in your bag, you bent down to pick it up before closing your locker. Your eyes were glued to the writing on the folded paper, widening as all sense suddenly hit you.

Your name… the careful and precise calligraphy… The rose… It was her.

Maybe she hadn’t given the flower back to you. Or maybe she did, but her gesture meant something entirely different.

Your fingers were hesitant on the card’s edges, grazing and ghosting papercuts as you gathered enough strength and composure to open it.

You pulled out what you had rightly guessed as a letter, handwritten by the cutest of them all. Your eyes were eager at the thought of unveiling her thoughts, brushing past every single one of her words before finding the ones you wanted to see the most.

« I hope you actually like me, Y/n. You’ll regret it if you don’t. »

Okay, maybe this wasn’t the way you’d wanted them, but it was enough to pull a giggle out of you. It was a running joke, it was known across the school how no one should mess with her. Rumors of her song at the talent show being about an ex, those did a great job at spreading the word. Whether or not they were true, her songwriting was good enough of a threat for anyone who might have dared to.

Judging on the speed of your heart alone, she had nothing to worry about in that regard. Her written confession had you a mess, you couldn’t wait to meet her for more.

You wanted to hear her say all those things to you. How she liked your eyes whenever they were on her. How she liked your smile whenever you tried to see hers. How she liked your laugh whenever you tried to hear hers. How she fell for you and could only hope you’d catch her.

You were soon running through the streets, rose in hand as you ran past people, leaving bits and pieces of that love and hope behind for the nosiest of them.

You sprinted to the nearest park, the one you usually parted ways at on your way home from school. Why didn’t she wait for you today? It would have saved you the extra gym class.

“Dahyun!” You yelled, way too loud for the remaining distance separating you from her, but at least you caught her attention.

The way she turned around… You could have tripped at how beautiful it all was; the scenery that drew itself around her.

The grass looked beautiful, fresh and green at her feet as if her standing there only did the opposite of killing it. The sky, the clouds, the sun all indecisive over the weather, like her presence was enough to throw them off balance. Only the wind seemed to stand its ground, carrying those dark strands of hers as gently as it could. A present for you, offering you a chance to picture her perfect charm in your mind.

It was an instant, she turned to answer your call and faced you with eyes as sweet as ever while your lungs fought to keep themselves and yourself alive a little longer. Breathtaking had just taken a whole new meaning.

You could only hope it felt as cinematic on her end, but the way she laughed into the wind, carrying the sound all the way to your ears as you ran towards her significantly reduced that hope by at least 50%.

Oh, well. At least you made her smile.

“Is this yours?” You asked, holding up the rose as you slowed down, finally close enough to her.

You waited for her answer, breathless as you took great care in stopping before bumping into her. You made sure to leave enough space in between the two of you, but the air that filled it was suddenly heavy with anticipation.

“No.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. There went that pinch in your chest again. This wasn’t something you wanted to get used to. “What?”

“I think it’s yours.” She said, pulling out another one from her back. “This one’s mine.”

“Wh—Huh?” You grimaced, eyebrows furrowing together as you glanced back and forth between the two roses. “Then what’s this?”

“I guess someone has a crush on you.” She said, her voice soft. You barely heard it, but the slight loss of light in her eyes was enough to make you piece it together.

She wasn’t joking around. She really wasn’t the one who’d put that rose your locker.

“Oh.” A nervous chuckle escaped you as you glanced at the rose. You had an idea as to who it was from, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You weren’t going to let this ugly miscommunication ruin your chances. “Well, here. Two for one.”

You handed her the rose in hopes of bringing back the glow that suited her features so well. It was never too long until you managed to do so, and this time was no exception.

“Are you seriously recycling someone’s love right now?” She chuckled and you shrugged. You actually were thinking of it as a proof of only having eyes for her, but alas…

“You’re never too green for the planet.” You joked out of habit. “It’s the least I can do to thank her for these beautiful flowers.”

“For the planet.” She nodded, grabbing the stem carefully as to not hit any of its thorns. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, and the heavy air turned awkward.

You eyed the space in between, making out every single unspoken word in the short yet frightening distance. Both of you were aware of them now, yet neither dared to cross it.

“Why didn’t you buy me one?” You asked, suddenly curious. If she had planned to confess today of all days, it only seemed logical for her to do so.

“I did. Just not the ones from school.” She said, bringing up the small gift bag she’d been holding on all this time.

Your face lit up and you stepped forward to look inside, something that made Dahyun’s heart pick up the pace. “Oh my gosh, you did!”

How lovely was your smile from up close. Overwhelmingly so. “I made you some chocolates too.” She mumbled as you struggled to keep still.

“No way!” You held onto the baby sized rose in your hand, digging inside the bag with the other to pull the small box at the bottom. “You didn’t…”

Dahyun only nodded, hiding herself behind the sudden need to tell you all about the day she’d spent planning her small confession.

You smiled all the way down to your heart, listening to every one of her words. She’d spent a whole afternoon in the kitchen to make sure everything came out perfect. Her evening was spent writing out her feelings for you, erasing and rewriting every word as she tried to find the right ones only to spend her night tossing and turning in her sheets, nervous and excited about sharing it all with you today.

“Dahyun they’re so good, thank you so much.” You hummed as you tasted one of her chocolates. “Did you have some?”

Dahyun only giggled, glancing down at the ground to avoid your playful ones. It never lasted too long though, only a second as she couldn’t fight the way her eyes were so easily drawn to you.

“Here have one.” You offered, holding what seemed to be a dark chocolate one to her lips. “Come on.” You insisted when you noticed she was hesitant, which only lead you to a playful fight as she resisted you trying to feed it to her. “Please enjoy it! You did all this for me, and I only got you a cheap flower, how does that make me look?”

“I don’t know.” She laughed as your hold on her loosened, defeated. “I mean…”

You cleared your throat at the sudden feeling of your arm around her waist.

“Right now you’re looking very pretty.”

Maybe it was the proximity that reassured her; that gave her enough confidence to confess those thoughts of you. How close you were to her, it felt as though you could only catch her if she jumped that distance.

So she did. She jumped, but failed to close it. Her lips were still and shy near your own, so you brought a hand up to her chin, guiding her towards the smile she’d caused.

Again, it was only an instant. A soft press of your lips, capturing each other’s in a gentle and warm feeling you discovered for the first time together.

It was funny, how she could taste the sweet chocolate on your lips despite herself. And not to pat her own back, but she did a great job.

It was addicting.

Or was it your lips? She couldn’t quite tell just yet, but surely she’ll have time to figure that out.

“So you knew?” You grinned, unable to hold back the happiness you felt.

Dahyun nodded, pressing her lips together as a sign of nerves still high. “Did you know too? About me?”

“Well, I definitely do now.” You chuckled, pulling away to hold her card up, still smiling at the words it contained. She blushed at the same thoughts. “You’re a very talented writer, Dahyun. You make me sound much better than I actually am.”

You joked yet again, suddenly remembering your beloved “class-clown” title. You weren’t exactly proud of it, but you did take pride in bringing joy into this class. That’s what made you so popular, what allowed you to break out of your own shell and make friends with about anyone.

“No. That’s just how good you are to me.”

You took care in making sure no one was ever left behind, especially the quiet and smart ones like Dahyun—often despite themselves—by pulling everyone and anyone into your banter.

As the new kid, Dahyun purposely sought a lack of attention. She kept to herself, but you caught her laughing along with everyone. Maybe that’s exactly what caught your attention at first, and you were surprised she didn’t push you away the first time you approached her.

That’s what usually happens when an academic ace and a class clown are paired together.

“Glad my efforts didn’t go unnoticed.”

“I mean, it was hard not to notice them…”

#dahyun x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice dahyun #kim dahyun #dahyun imagines

[mamamittens]

Reader who got turned into a child with platontic yandere strawhats.

My god this crew is already chaos, and that's with One (1) Baby on Board (possibly more depending on your babygirl headcanons). Ngl, not super heavy in the yandere category, but I tend to make yandere groups lighter since they balance each other out more than small teams and it's harder to 'upset' the balance with so many people. Individuals may be unhinged af to make up for a lack of control, but groups can quietly distract you while the shady shit happens elsewhere. That and it's a kid, so there's less opportunity to meaningfully upset the dynamics.

Luffy is, of course, thrilled cause child reader is so impressed and enthused with damn near everything on top of being clingy. Screams laughing every time he launches them to another crewmate. Loves just bundling up the kiddo to run around with if they happen to go to an island. Food runs are with kiddo in front to distract Sanji cause he's not going to let a kid go hungry regardless of gender, though he will still gladly punt Luffy for stealing.

Reading time with Robin! Reading time with Robin! Robin loves hanging out with child reader raptly listening to everything she reads. If Reader can't read yet, she will teach them despite knowing they'll turn back eventually. Just really likes the chill, soft hang out time and absolutely gives %100 of her attention to anything the kiddo brings. Sometimes adding small, neat fun facts to enrich the experience.

Sanji is very careful with baby in the kitchen but will fondly have them assist with small tasks like carrying over food items and things that won't break if dropped. Can and will walk them through fun recipes with them on his shoulders, taste testing along the way. If he doesn't think they're old enough for cutting, he'll gladly let them mix or mash potatoes. Has them lowkey on Luffy watch to give the captain sad, weepy eyes that "you can't wait for the surprise, luffy 🥺?" works like a charm.

Zoro is weirdly good with kids and will jokingly engage them in a workout. Lifting the baby barbells for like, five reps before exaggerating how bored he is of his weights and inviting kiddo to sit on them only to effortlessly keep going. Or like, sitting on his back with an extra bounce to make them laugh. Naptimes are spent tucked into his yukata (it's a yukata, right? Either than or kimono, I'm not sure of the difference, but you get what I mean). Very easily gets Reader to settle down. Traveling with Reader is fun cause he will actually listen to Reader's directions and only get's lost like... 1/3 less of the time.

Nami is slightly awkward around kids for a moment before she just starts emulating her late mother. Getting them to help pick and sort her fruit harvests or doing small tasks to make them feel useful like delivering messages to the crew. Is the first to tie them down if the weather threatens to turn foul just in case or sends them below to 'watch over' supplies that she knows damn well aren't going anywhere. Might even go over budgeting (child friendly version) with them. Has an incredible aversion to engaging in map making with them due do her past trauma but, if the condition persists, she will eventually have them help pick out ink and paper, perhaps even letting them draw with pencils on scrap paper. But nothing more than that.

Franky has a blast making small inventions for child reader to pilot around with hilariously over the top safety added on top. Like a helmet for a bike with an auto targeting system that activates if they cry. Will gladly carry them around on his shoulders while showing off the many neat tricks he put into the Sunny. Has them 'help' with projects, at first forgetting that they can't carry whole ass beams of wood before giving them buckets of nails and whatnot.

Ussop is literally in his element entertaining the kid with wild tall tales until it's time to eat. The first to lift reader into the air if anything remotely dangerous happens before running off to a safe distance. Probably gives them a little sling shot to 'assist' in fights while he praises them endlessly for incredible aim (even if they never get close). Probably the first to make a child carrier to fights so they can 'watch his back for him' despite being a long distance fighter.

Child Reader will be absolutely floored by Brook, undoubtedly. Just wide eyes watching him play in awe as he shows off. Probably letting them play with his hands and the many small bones, quietly informing them of their proper names. If they promise to be gentle, he even lets them touch his hair. If he's got a child-sized instrument, you can bet he's giving them lessons on how to play. If not, he probably talks them through music theory while demonstrating the notes and details. I imagine he plays piano with their hands under his to give the illusion of skill while he idly comments on how much better it is to play with someone else.

Chopper is really thrown to have someone as short as himself around but he's happy to have their help. It's kinda hard to do some things without opposable thumbs, alright? Of course, work never lasts, so he's off to play with them in due time, really livening up the ship as Reader compliments him endlessly about literally anything. And he gives them fun health advice on top of convincing them to eat whatever healthy food Sanji makes (because we all know it'll slap, but kids don't typically jump right into gross healthy food).

Jinbe has a bit of an awkward standoff at first, unsure if the reader will be frightened until they gleefully marvel over his fishman attributes right down to his skin color and webbed hands. The one to swim with them (or just hold them in the water if they've got a devil fruit) never letting them go for a second. Has them 'help' steer the ship on occasion, making them think it's effortless for a child when in reality he's guiding them through it entirely. Talks about the people in his life that he misses with them, glad to have a child marvel at the great but dearly departed. Legitimately tears up when they console him in that special, innocent child-like way at the news that they'll never get to meet these people because their gone.

Now, the Thousand Sunny also has plenty of love to give in a much more... quiet way. Soothingly rocking child reader to sleep when they're struggling and no one sees it. Secretly guiding them to fun little cubbies and passages to spook the crew and captain. They may not be there physically, but the spirit is definitely guiding them every step of the way in the rare moments they're alone.

Of course, engaging in a fight while the reader is a vulnerable child is a terrible mistake. At first the crew will fight normally, shielding the reader and guiding them to less dangerous parts, but the minute it looks like they'll even get grazed a rubber limb is sending the perpetrator into the stratosphere. Assuming a flaming leg, swords, bullet, hands, water, staff, hoof, or (insert robo-tech here) doesn't do it first. Might even be a race as they keep the atmosphere light to make sure child Reader knows that they're still safe.

God forbid you make the baby cry.

#straw hat crew #straw hat nami #monkey d luffy #ronoroa zoro #black leg sanji #chopper #one piece jinbe #reader insert #op brook #soul king brook #one piece franky #nico robin #one piece #platonic yandere #mittens answers

[cafeacademia]

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: While studying together in your dorm, Matt accidentally stumbles across your interest in BDSM and it leads to a late night light BDSM session

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Light BDSM, pussy slapping (gentle), Reader is tied up with a scarf, Reader is blindfolded with his shirt, bit of sense deprivation play, clit play, little bit of choking, lots of fucking, talk of trying out using a vibrator on reader while restrained (in the future, doesn't occur in the fic), Matt has a slight switch moment towards the end, I think that's it, please let me know if I've missed anything.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: Approx 1.1k

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! Here's a little college!Matt smut request. This was super fun to write and I'm definitely hoping to write more kink/some heavier BDSM with Matt in the future. Let me know if that's something you want/if you have anything in particular you want to see! I hope you enjoy! Also, side note but it was difficult to fit much of an autumnal theme into this one, sorry!!

You and Matt try BDSM for the first time College!AU

“Sweetheart, can I use your laptop? I need to check something before I put it into my paper and I left mine in my dorm.” Matt asked. “Yeah of course, Matty.” You agreed all too quickly, forgetting far too easily what you had left open on your browser. You had invited Matt over to your dormitory to study together, especially because it was much easier for him to concentrate in your room since it was much quieter than his dorm. Plus, it was kind of a good excuse for Matt to enjoy your company and hear your pretty voice.

You and Matt had been dating for a few months. Sex was good, actually, it was more than good, it was probably the best sex you’d ever had. Matt was the type of partner that liked to please you as much as he could and some light experimentation in the bedroom was slowly making its way into your relationship. But you hadn’t quite gone that far with your sexplorations.

“Oh.” Matt let out a soft gasp of surprise when his earphones that he’d plugged into your laptop were suddenly filled with the moans of the pretty girl on your screen. “Sweetheart,” He smirked, facing you. “You naughty little thing, what have you been watching?” He asked. Oh if he could see the way his question affected you. But you knew Matt could tell full well that you were not only embarrassed but also a little bit turned on. “Come on, baby.” He spoke softly, moving over towards you and sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. “You can tell me.” You took in a shaky breath, more out of anticipation and the embarrassment of being caught than anything else.

Matt paused, he heard the sound of rope on the video as the girl shifted against her restraints and the buzz of a vibrator filled his ears. He knew exactly what you’d been up to. “Oh sweetheart, here I thought you were so innocent, but you’ve been watching BDSM, haven’t you?” He teased. “I was- I was curious.” You defended, but your voice came out smaller than you had hoped. “You know you don’t have to be nervous around me, sweetheart. You know, I’ve been thinking about trying it with you for a while but I didn’t want to push you if you weren’t ready to try new stuff yet.”

And that was all he needed to say to get you into the position you were in now, hands bound with his soft scarf, completely bare for him to explore at his leisure and you were dripping with anticipation. He took his time, leaving kisses and gentle bites across your skin, circling your nipples into peaks with his tongue, fingers roaming your thighs before he moved down to leave wet, hot kisses trails along the insides of your thighs. It felt so good, even when he gently covered your eyes with his t-shirt, his touch even more exciting without being able to see what to expect.

His touch trailed over you, skin igniting in a hot chill, fingertips brushing gently over your chest, keeping you on edge before he dipped his fingers between your legs. You let out a gasp as he ran his fingers up and down your slit before he focused on your clit, circling with his fingers and garnering a little gasp of pleasure from you when he gently slapped your soaked pussy. He was careful, unsure how far to go, but did enough to explore and satiate both of you.

“Mm, baby I wanna do what I heard. I want to make you cum on a vibrator again and again.” He grunted as he slipped his length between your folds, pressing himself against your entrance until he entered. His speed was not the same gentle one you had experienced on your usual nights together, it was heavy and excited and unstoppable and you moaned out, half muffled by his hand that came up to hush your pretty sounds.

“I love the way you sound, beautiful, but it’s two in the morning.” He chuckled softly, a contrast to the way he fucked you into the mattress, each breath he took in more ragged than the last. His hand moved down from your lips onto your throat, soft, gentle as he squeezed careful not to hurt you. “Is this okay, baby?” He whispered. “Yes, fuck, please Matty, please don’t stop.” You whined out louder than you had expected. “God, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well.” He grunted, fucking hard into you, the slap of skin against skin filling the room, the sound of your slick as he pressed into you, thumb moving down to circle on your pretty clit.

He thrust deep into you and with each stroke you felt yourself getting closer, your restraints keeping you in a perfect position to take the deep pleasure that hummed through you, pulsing deep in your chest, your stomach tightening as you felt your orgasm rising.

“Matty,” His name came out breathy and hot against his skin. “Let go, sweetheart, let go for me, that’s it.” He kept his pace, working you deeper, thrusts so sloppy and heavy and addictive that you didn’t want it to stop.

And then it rolled over you, a moan that you couldn’t help but let out, his name tumbling from your lips, breath ragged and hot as he fucked you through your orgasm, quickly chasing his own. “Fuck, sweetheart you feel so good.” He whined, demeanour slipping as he felt his own release approach. Matt was needy and desperate and god, you loved it. “Let go, Matty.” You whispered to him softly. “Use me, I can take it.” And that was all he needed. With a heavy grunt, he let go, whispering your name against your skin, lips against your shoulder as he fucking himself to completion.

Breathlessly, Matt released you from your bondage. You would have been able to slip out of it if you had wanted to, but the feeling of his hands, the feeling of Matt taking care of you was everything you needed right now. “That was perfect.” He said, catching his breath. “We should do that again.” “We should, maybe next time you can be the one that gets tied up.” You grinned. Matt couldn’t quite hide the excitement that blossomed inside of him and he couldn’t wait to try more BDSM with you. “Another study date tomorrow?” Matt asked as he lay down on the bed next to you. “Mhm, if this is what you call a study date I’m available all hours, Matty.”

@megantje123 @spikedhe4rt @myguiltypleasures21 @emiemiemiii

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock smut #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock blurb #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil x y/n #daredevil smut

[moon-fics]

Hot Summer Night- Simon "Ghost" Riley

A/n: Another repost from my old account :) Please enjoy again!

Summary: Fun moments on a hot summer day won't lead to new feelings, will they?

Warning: Swears, mention of injury

You’re sweating your ass off in the heat, using a piece of paper as a fan. You’re sitting on the porch of an old safe house that the group gathered in. The house doesn’t have air conditioning during summer, leaving it humid and way too hot. You don’t know how everyone is surviving inside, luckily Soap chose to sit outside with you.

“Fuckin’ hell this is miserable.” Soap groans, resting his back on the floor of the porch. You hum in response, too sweaty and uncomfortable to use your words at the moment. You wipe sweat from your forehead even if you’ll just have more in a second.

“Do you think the others passed out from the heat?” You ask, gesturing to the slightly open front door. It’s painfully quiet inside and you can’t figure out why. “Maybe they left us!” You tease.

“They wouldn’t leave me behind.” He taunts back, nudging your arm. You know the others didn’t leave without you, because they need as many hands on deck right now. Even though the mission is on a break to recuperate they still need you and Soap. “I don’ think I can put up with this heat anymore.”

“If you two are as unhappy as ya say you can just go hop into the lake nearby.” Gaz’s voice startles you. You didn’t hear his footsteps and you realize he’s not wearing his heavy boots, making his steps lighter. You finally realize what he’s said, there’s a lake.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You didn’t tell us earlier?” You whine, getting to your feet. Soap does the same with an excited smile, ready to cool off.

“Ya didn’ ask?” Gaz answers with a raised eyebrow. You roll your eyes and ask for directions. Gaz agrees to walk there with you so you and Soap don’t get lost. He heads inside to put on shoes and you peek inside to see Ghost sitting on a chair. He cannot be comfortable in his getup, especially with a mask on.

“Ghost, you willing to join us?” You ask and his head turns over to you. You give him a smile giving a thumbs up that slowly turns into a thumbs down for his opinion. If you were a stranger you’d go running from his mask, but you’ve stared at it long enough to get used to the unsettling proportions.

“Why the fuck would I go swimmin’?” His eyes don’t change from an unamused glare. You're about to ask him if he can’t swim when you realize he’s talking about his mask, wearing it while swimming would just waterboard him. You frown realizing you won’t get to see Ghost relax, although you rarely do. You shrug and turn away from the door seeing Soap stretching his arms after laying down for so long.

“All right, let's go,” Gaz says exiting the house. After a few steps, you hear distant rustling from inside the house, spinning around to see Ghost exiting the house as well. His eyes lock with yours and a chill runs down your spine, you forget how haunting his eyes look sometimes.

“Don’t get your fuckin’ hopes up. I just don’t want to be alone in the safe house.” He grumbles. Even though he’s right about being better in a group you still give him a smile. You’re glad he’s joining so he doesn’t have to be so tense, even though he’ll probably have one hand on his knife at all times.

“I didn’t say anything!” You defend playfully, walking past him. He doesn’t increase his pace but maintains behind the rest of the group.

Reaching the lake was like heaven and Soap was the first to remove his shirt and pants. He quickly entered the lake, letting out a loud sigh of contentment. You decide to keep your t-shirt and shorts on, not wanting to reveal too much. You walk towards the shore of the lake, only letting the water touch your toes. It’s refreshing already. You twist around to see Ghost sitting on a rock near the shore, hand in pocket. Gaz joins Soap and threatens him if he even tries to splash him.

“Not even gonna let your feet cool off?” You ask Ghost, taking another step into the lake. It’s a beautiful scene, honestly. Trees surround the lake making it a perfect spot to stay low.

“Not even for a second,” He responds and you frown again. His eyes soften for a second before returning to their naturally tired state. “Don’t need sand sticking to parts it shouldn’t even be in.” He jokes and your frown disappears. You head deeper into the water seeing Soap and Gaz floating nearby. Both of them have their fronts facing the sky while their breathing keeps them afloat.

You stand on the shore for a while, not wanting to get soaked. You’re about to go deeper when you hear footsteps nearing. They stop right before the water touches his feet, his hands no longer in his pockets.

You think for a second, bending over so your hand touches the water. Without another thought you push the water as hard as you can behind you, splashing Ghost’s legs. He lets out an annoyed grunt before glaring at you.

“Don’t you dare splash me again or I’ll drown you in this lake,” He threatens but he won’t do it. You trust him with your life and you doubt he’ll do anything crazy. So, you move your hand forward, still touching the water. You have the biggest grin on with your eyes locked with his. “Y/n…” He warns. You don’t hesitate to splash him again, this time getting a bigger hit on him. He doesn’t say anything before removing his boots and socks. Your eyes widen at the realization that he’s coming in after you.

You run deeper into the water, hoping he won’t chase after you. You think you’re deep enough when your legs no longer touch the bottom, the other men still unaware of what’s happening. Your relief is gone when Ghost removes his pants revealing long shorts underneath, even removing his shirt. Seeing him with barely any clothes on makes you extremely aware of how attractive his body is. His tattoos catch your eye and you squint to make them out, knowing you won’t be able to once he enters the water.

“You’re fuckin’ dead!” Ghost shouts, pointing at you. He removes the skull part of his mask, leaving the balaclava which you have no idea how he’ll survive within the water. However, his yelling caught Soap’s attention. He instantly understands what’s happening and begs to laugh.

Ghost begins menacingly entering the lake with daggers hitting you. You squeal, diving underwater. You can’t open your eyes without risking infection, so you use your hands to guide you. You can hear the water being splashed and moving. You can stay underwater for a long time because you trained yourself to hold your breath for long periods.

You begin swimming in one direction hoping you get far enough that Ghost won’t be able to get you. You surface after a few minutes to see Ghost is much closer than you wanted. He somehow followed your trail and he’s still standing, that tall fuck.

“Y/n run! He’ll shove a fish down your throat!” Soap cackles. Ghost is still heading towards you and you dive under again. You use a heavy rock to keep you from floating to the surface. You can hear Ghost getting closer, there’s no way he’ll reach you because his mask will get wet and his makeup will rub off. You’re so sure until a hand grabs your leg and drags you closer to shore. You scream out in surprise, inhaling a bit of water.

You’re pulled above water, coughing up anything you can. “Shit, sorry!” Soap’s voice mutters from behind you. He’s dragging you to a more shallow part of the lake. You struggle against him but his grip around you is too tight to escape. “Ghost offered five dollars if I brought you to him.” Soap chuckles.

“You traitor!” You yell out jokingly and decide to accept your punishment for annoying Ghost. Soap tosses you to where Ghost is standing and you splash in front of the tall man. Ghost grabs you by the shirt and pulls your head above water. At this point, you’d rather drown than be pulled in and out of the water.

“This is going to be fun.” Gaz groans, still floating on his back. You grunt gripping Ghost’s wrist for support. With a playful look in his eyes, he shoves you underwater. Unknown to both of you, there’s a sharp rock right where he dunked you. You’re lucky it grazes your leg, drawing blood. You yelp while still underwater, once again inhaling dirty water. Ghost pulls you out, probably ready to dunk you again once you seem ok enough to go under again.

However, your hand is gripping way too tight on his wrist for nothing to be wrong and you’re gritting your teeth. He’s quick to assess you for any injuries, instantly landing on a deep cut on your thigh. He curses under his breath realizing he’s accidentally hurt you.

“Fun is over, Y/n’s hurt.” Ghost informs Soap and Gaz with an annoyed tone. You don’t understand why he’s upset, he didn’t even want to be here and you’re the one bleeding.

“Awww, too bad I’m staying.” Gaz fakes sympathy and Soap shrugs, walking backward into deeper water. Ghost huffs and puts you back on your feet. You’re lucky your foot doesn't hit the rock as well. Without another word, Ghost drags you to shore. Your shirt is clinging to your body and dripping heavily.

“Fuck, slow down!” You whimper, your leg burning from putting pressure on it. Ghost remains silent still but picks you up swiftly. He crouches to grab his clothes and tells you to hold them. You try your best to keep them dry as he carries you back to the safe house.

Ghost gently puts you on a chair to keep you off your feet and you place his lightly wet clothes down. He opens a drawer and pulls out a med kit. He’s laser-focused on grabbing the right items and pulling out disinfectant and tools for stitches. He walks over to you and crouches on one knee in front of you. He pats your leg and you left it so he can get a better angle.

The cut is lower on your thigh making things less awkward. He pats your cut with a cotton swab drenched in disinfectant. You wince at the sting it causes and his eyes flick up to you with uncertainty. You’ve never seen Ghost this gentle, usually, he’s more intense or brooding. His hands are barely gripping your leg and even when you move your leg away as a reflex to the pain he’s soft. He just puts your leg back in place and continues patching you up.

Once he’s done he throws away the tools used. The lack of touch from him makes you wish you had gotten another cut just so he could hold a part of you again. You realize both of you have been quiet this whole time.

“Thank you.” You try to stand up but once you put pressure on the leg you’re hit with a burst of pain. You hiss and grab onto a table to steady yourself. You’re ready to carry yourself to one of the beds in the other room, hoping your leg doesn’t give out before you can reach it.

An arm stops you, seeing Ghost right next to you. Now that he’s not dunking you or carrying you you can finally get a better look at him. His eyes are gorgeous and captivating. There are many stories hidden behind them and you wish you could ask about them.

“Let me carry you into the other room.” He suggests. You don’t object and he wraps an arm around your legs, pulling you into his chest. He enters the room where all the twin-sized beds are for the team and lightly places you on top. You shut your eyes as the soft mattress consumes you. It’s still burning hot but you don’t mind right now, you’re somehow exhausted. “I’m sorry for getting you hurt.”

“Calm down there, Ghost. It’s not like my life was on the line,” You hum and you get no response. “You didn’t mean to, so I don’t blame you.” You assure him. He’s about to walk out of the room when you open your mouth one more time, “You should wear a shirtless.”

Ghost’s body tenses up and you can clearly see all his muscles. Even with his mask on you can tell he’s handsome. You just want to fall asleep in his large arms, but you can’t outright say that.

“Don’t sleep in your wet clothes, you’ll get sick,” You smile while directing his words. It’s his way of saying he cares about you more than just a team member, perhaps a friend. “If you need anything just call my name.”

#ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost fanfiction #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #cod x you #cod x reader #cod x y/n #ghost cod #modern warfare x you #modern warfare x reader

[cebwrites]

Haunted House Reactions (Yamato, Ace, Sabo)

gn reader word count: 0.8k

Yamato

He wants nothing but to impress you as your Certified™ Big Strong Boyfriend - but at the same time Yams is also a little bit of a chicken

Yamato’s stoked to be here and fascinated by all the decorations and attractions because he’s never had the freedom to really explore what common interests would be, so it makes him come off as a little naïve 

He’s an overgrown, excited puppy that gets spooked and jumps almost as high as the ceiling, but he plays it off quite well (or at least he thinks he does, be nice to the poor baby)

Yams isn’t really the ‘cool, suave’ type anyway, so you find that endearing about him; it’s cute when he claims he’ll protect you from any monster that blocks your way but screams when something brushes against his arm

Another target that the interactive staff likes to antagonize, but with you there at the very least there’s someone to keep him level

If you ever got separated, you’d likely hear his sad little whimpers before anything else, you could just imagine his poor little ears pressed flat against his head already

If you show even a drop of distress or get spooked by something while separated, though, Yams is at your side in an instant - he’ll sniff you out like the big bad wolf in shining armor and cradle you near

He’ll treat you to snacks and a walk down the pier after, too

Ace

He’s smug and casual almost the whole way through, an arm around your shoulder while he points out how ‘cute’ the whole setup is, poking and prodding at decorations, putting on masks laying around to pretend scare you - even if you were nervous at first, Ace helps you relax with his antics

Ace is the ideal ‘calm, cool’ boyfriend on paper, if you ignore his regular traits and only focus on him here, he’ll crack jokes to ease your nervousness and halfway through you even find yourself laughing, entirely forgetting what you were so scared of in the first place

His hubris will be his downfall, though

Three quarters of the way through, when you’re comfortable enough to split away from Ace to explore the house a little more on your own, you hear a blood-curdling shriek and, peering into the hallway, you see your “lax, chill” boyfriend sprint pass you to immediately fumble with the lock on a door while someone in a monster costume lagged behind him

Ace was too panicked to open it properly and, having made eye contact with the “ghoul” beside you, helped him with the lock; monster guy gestured to the way out to you both once it was open and Ace looked like all his flabbers had been ghasted before he started running again, this time with you in tow

You wouldn’t let him live it down for at least a week afterwards, at which Ace could only pout, huff, attempt to tease you in return for something else, and then have it dissolve into a kissy battle as usual while the both of you attempted to tickle each other

Sabo

Sabo isn’t afraid of haunted houses, haunted houses are afraid of him - or at least, the staff is

Bobo’s the insufferable kind of person that comes to haunted houses to cause problems on purpose; it’s almost entirely down to the fact that he never intends to go but always gets dragged along anyway by Ace, Luffy, or Koala, so he decides to have fun on his own terms

By being an absolute menace

He never jumps at any of the scares, if an actor runs up to him in an attempted spook he’ll just politely shake their hand and be on his way

Going to a haunted house with Sabo almost makes everything less scary by proxy because of how he reacts to things, which is fine, but makes the experience kind of less fun, too? I mean what’s the point of going if you’re not gonna be scared, Ace would say, immediately getting into a slappy fight with Bobo after

Sabo holds your hand throughout the tour and keeps everyone else in line so they don’t go over whatever “schedule” he’s made up in his brain for how long it should take to make it out of here

Maybe on occasion he’ll be up for exploring things in further detail, but that also definitely means he’s fucking with the staff too, and those poor teenagers aren’t getting paid 10$ an hour to deal with your boyfriend’s petty nonsense

Bonus: If the three of them had to go into a haunted house together, Yamato and Ace would cling against Sabo for dear life and Bobo would be this 🤏 close to committing murder for it.

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #op x you #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #ace one piece #ace x reader #ace x you #one piece ace #hiken no ace #yamato x reader #yamato one piece #yamato x y/n #yamato x you #yamato #fire fist ace #one piece yamato #op yamato #op sabo #one piece sabo #sabo #sabo x y/n #sabo x reader #sabo x you #cebtober

[gothmikasagf]

Hi! I’ve been following this blog for a bit and I love that you are having a HH phase, bc same. Can I get a matchup for the event?

★Gender and pref: I’m a he/she and choose how I present myself based on the setting bc I’m not that open with ppl (yeah, I think it’s important to express yourself but realistically that won’t get me far in certain settings in my country); no gender pref but I’m not too fond of some writing choices when it comes to women in Viv’s works, depends on a character though

★Style: kinda rockstar gf vibe? Sometimes softer colours too

★Personality, hobbies: I’m social and extroverted. Usually that leaves me as a leader of whatever group I’m in. I have a little bit of a hater in me, but I don’t show it if ppl don’t encourage it. I do like when it’s being enabled though. It’s not convenient when you’re in a position where ppl ask you for opinions and actually follow your guide, yk, if I manage an event I’m not going to go around shit talking everything. It feels nice to have someone who does that though, makes it easier to join in and not feel like a jerk (or at least be jerks together I guess??). I write my own songs and am in a band as a backup vocal. Kinda proud that it’s my band but I need to get better until I step up as anything more. I’m a bit of a perfectionist. I like to tease ppl if given the opportunity. Others say I’m flirty. Bold with it at that. I’m ambitious too. Kind of a big thing but I have npd (if you want to look it up without reading scientific papers, go on tumblr, bc the rest of the internet is filled with ‘demonic narcissism’ bullshit) and it influences the way I am. I care lots about my image and don’t have a ton of empathy. I don’t go kicking puppies, but it’s noticeable how I lack in this department. Sometimes people say I’m ’too nice to have it’ cause i do well with kids and do all the youth group volunteering. Also, I do some martial arts and other sports. Kinda sceptical of romance at this point cause I had lots of it and I don’t mix well with a lot of people, but maybe I could do something serious for once if I had the right person. I try to be responsible and respectful but I have no issue finding my place at a wild party or something. I'm pretty chill in general, but I can be soft-er if I want, like with children or if the few ppl I actually am close with (I've got many friend groups but I struggle to make meaningful connections) need me. Usually I just stay my highly analytical, laid back self and say my silly little comments every once in a while. Heard I’m pretty funny if I want to be. My love language is acts of service. I like small things and I do them a lot. I can do words too, but I don't care for them in return. Like, you can be an asshole (up to a limit, I know my worth) and it’s cool with me if I see you have your ways of caring like putting on a song I like in the car

★❤️&💔: love movies like Fight Club (my fav), American Psycho and Donnie Darko; hate sharks, they freak me out; my fav book is The Catcher in the Rye; hate it when people push me to open up and be emotional; love music and I unironically had a few guys play songs AT me and I actually like that too, tho I get why ppl clown on that

★My type: I like people who are more negative than me and aren't afraid to shittalk everything. Just saying whatever, not caring if they offend ppl (up to a point, some issues aren’t debatable ik). Don't really care for morality (to a certain point, again) if you're charismatic and fun to be around, I’m along for the ride and happy to support whatever you get yourself into. I think I would get along with someone who had a little npd too, I like to be able to relate to my partner a bit. If they work somewhat similarly, I don't have to struggle with understanding some stuff, bc I already know how to manage an ego or grandiose behavior. As for looks. Idk, I don’t have a set type. I think ppl that are bigger than me maybe? I’m pretty athletic so it’s not hard, but I guess that’s been a pattern? Also, I do enough of leading as is so in relationships, I don’t mind watching from the side and supporting whatever my partner is doing

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I love that for us anon^^

I match you with...

Husk!

Man is definitely a hater too. I can definitely see both of you just talking shit about whoever you don't like.

Doesn't mind your flirtations but don't really expect him to reciprocate unless he's out to fluster you.

Silently supportive of your hobbies and your band. He likes that you're a perfectionist but won't let you overwork yourself to the point you forget to take care of yourself.

Demonstrates he cares for you through little things, he won't make a big fuss about it.

Watches whatever movie you like and is there to listen to you if you want to talk about it.

He's pretty chill with anything so you wouldn't have to worry about being judged.

I feel like you would definitely understand each other, he has toned down a lot since his overlord days.

Likes having you sitting at the bar and just be in your presence. If you shit-talk Alastor in front of him he's yours forever.

Hope you enjoyed it and I didn't mess anything up (feel free to reach out if so).

#matchups #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader

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So Shell Feed

one : ✧ prologue

a various! rise tmnt / reader fanfiction. [with textfic and lit!]

Kendra asks you to test out an app for her. Turns out, that app was not hers to let you test. And now you've stumbled into the groupchat of four vigilante, mutant turtles and consequently, their lives.

But seeing as you had just gotten out of a toxic friend group, you were luckily in dire need of a new one! So fun, how these things turn out for the better.

Posting on ao3, wattpad, and now tumblr! I hope the image formatting works omg! Enjoy!

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Your first day of Junior Year - yippee - and you started it like any other:

Getting work done, which consisted of the same icebreaker papers like any other classroom, doodling random scribbles in your sketchbook till the clock hit next hour, and passing between hours by blasting sped up tiktok songs through your earbuds because fuck talking to people irl.

Don't get me wrong, you weren't an outcast or anything. Sure, you had interests the popular kids might not have been into (take your embarassing and reawakened FnaF phase last year-) but you were widely liked, if not, then not necessarily disliked, by most of the people in your classes.

This was kind of a given, as you've had school with a good handful of these kids in your previous years.

Take Kendra and her little crew, for example. Kendra, Jeremy and Jase had been found in almost every tech class you took as a kid. (Ez school credits you just worked off instruction books) And ignoring their incessant bickerings amoungst eachother, or the ocassional cocky and narcissisticly snide remarks they'd give you if you asked them for help - they actually quite liked you.

Liked you is a nice way of saying you were an easy target for spreading havoc that wouldn't be traced back to them.

Did you know this? No. But that wasn't your fault, you're just a little optimistic about their underlying evilness that they're surprisingly so good at hiding from faculty.

"Hey, ___!" she would coo at you, "our club is entering an app contest, and we need some people to test it out. Can't make any reviews ourselves since they'd call us out on bias, ya' know?"

- All this to say, you weren't at all suspicious when Kendra walked up to you [Jace in tow and Jeremy nowhere to be seen] with a pleasant smirk amoung her bright blue lips, and a cheery tone to boot.

-: ✧ :-　　

She put an arm around your shoulder. Her silk jacket was really cold and she smelled like mint, a scent you found common in her clubroom. Maybe it was her signature that she threw across the room every day.

In front of you, she pulled her free hand out with her phone to showcase the club's aforementioned "app".

It seemed to look exceedingly similar to Funstagram.

"Uhh.."

"Don't mention what it looks like, this is just a wip - references were needed for beta," she spoke fast and mumbled, similar to the last three seconds of a commercial as if to help you ignore the blatant copyright.

"Basically what we need you to do is make an account, converse with the... other volunteers we asked, and in about a month or so let me know how it goes!" While talking, she meagerly scrolls through the app, showing you all the functions and controls.

Then, she sends the app's downloadable apk to your phone and explains that your help would be compensated.

You weren't interested until that last part, so you hurriedly downloaded it before the next period started and got to fuckin' work.

Now, when you typed "themaincharacter" as your username you weren't necessarily thinking anything cocky, you just thought you were being funny and a little cute. No one should give it a second thought, right? You'd be fine.

You needed a profile picture.

Fucking perfect.

And now you just had to look at the explo- oh what the fuck?

Okay... randomly added to a gc immediately after creating an account. That's chill.

You felt bad for BootyyyShaker9000. Dude looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.

Or.. I guess typed like it. Yknow.

Okay, so they're kind of funny. But you're still insanely confused and they're responding exponentially fast - you're about to get a headache.

Still, you were curious about them. You want to be cautious and polite, so better not tease them in case they're trigger happy with the kick button.

....You're kind of stupid.

Oh, okay, they're much chiller than you thought! And also just as stupid as you!

Not that you didn't register their names by now, but at least you're getting somewhere with your confusion. You're still a little guilty for the purple one.

... purple guy?!!!?!? DID YOU GET SUCKED INTO FNAF?!?!

The teacher was looking at you, so you decided to put your phone away for the rest of the class.

You could feel your phone vibrate with about 20 more messages before the bell rang.

Okay, sweet. If being accepted into a group of weird nerds online [who had just literally doxxed you] wasn't enough to leave you on edge, the blackmailing threat of some unknown stranger definitely set you in a sturry.

You had a handful of guesses as to who 'April' was. You knew about three April's personally from your school but none seem the type to talk to guys of this... energy. You made a note to be extra cautious tomorrow; already planning your inconspicuous oversized hoodie and baggy sweats to wear tomorrow.

You'll look like a major red flag or depressed college student buttttt at least you'll be harder to spot in a crowd!

You turned your phone off as you headed out the doors of the school. The battery was getting pretty low anyway. Your guess? Kendra totally gave your phone some virus to get dirt or probably destroy the group of guys you'd just become friends with.

You only had a few hours left before the day ended but it was most likely going to be filled with chores and applications to a part time job now that summer's over - so your schedule was pretty low on free time.

Not to mention now you have to wake up early for your second day of school. Early hours was not something you missed in July.

...All this to say, knowing the person you are, you couldn't risk hopping back in the group chat for the rest of the night. You'd hopped on your phone last year and it would take you till 4 AM before you actually went to bed only to wake up two hours later to get dressed for school.

Oh, you missed summer. Oh, you missed lonely, miserable and depressing summer so so bad.

-: ✧ :-　　

Word count: Around 1.1k, not counting the texts.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!april #rise!donnie #rise!leo #rise!mikey #rise!raph #rise!tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise fanfic #leo x reader #donnie x reader #raph x reader #mikey x reader

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4 Town Spending New Year's w/ Reader

Happy New Year (for tomorrow) 4 Townies! Here's a special seasonal set of headcanons for the occasion. How are you celebrating the new year?

Pure fluff✨

Robaire

Robaire loves new years. He’s someone who’s always trying to better himself in all ways, and January 1st is usually the fresh start that he needs.

Because he sees the occasion as something quite personal and intimate, that’s how he chooses to share it with you. He’ll book you a weekend away in a hotel, even if it’s not that far from your home. He likes to spoil you, so that’s exactly what he does.

He prefers to go somewhere quite remote instead of a city break. He’ll find somewhere classy, out in the middle of nowhere. That way, he can switch off from the potential of getting loads of attention and just focus on you.

He’ll probably keep it simple on New Year’s Eve. A chilled out day exploring the place you’re staying followed by a nice sit-down meal at your hotel. He’ll pay extra for a private table next to a window overlooking the scenery outside. You’ll both dress up nice and talk for hours about your goals, hopes and dreams.

Jesse

Jesse loves the holidays, and really sees new year’s as a time to unwind after Christmas. He’s usually eaten too much and is pretty over exhausted from his kids’ excitement, so he doesn’t really make any solid plans.

You’ll most likely go over to his place and spend time with his kids. He’ll encourage them to write down their resolutions, and you’ll help them out too. Once that’s all done and the twins have been put to bed, he’ll likely be sprawled out on the couch with you.

Whether you decide to stay up and see the new year in is really up to you, although given the choice, grandpa Jesse would probably go to bed at around nine thirty.

If you want to watch a movie or something, he’ll of course join you. You’ll just have to keep swatting at him to wake him from his dozing.

Aaron T

T is a sociable guy, so he’ll definitely host a party on New Year’s. It’s a joint effort between the two of you, and you’ll likely have your friends and family over. You of course invite the guys, too.

While you deal with the food (this boy can’t cook), T will organise all kinds of fun games and activities for your guests to take part in. Do NOT, I repeat NOT, leave him in charge of writing any icebreaker question cards, though. Your grandma still doesn’t understand some of the choice language that T included on one of the scraps of paper from last year.

While New Year’s with T is a busy affair, he’ll always make time with you throughout the night. When the final countdown at midnight begins, he’ll fight tooth and nail to be by your side and give you a big ol’ smooch as the new year rolls in. What can I say? He’s such a simp for you.

Aaron Z

Z really doesn’t care much about new year’s. It’s not that he’s a spoilsport or anything, it’s just that having his birthday on January 1st always put new year’s in the shade. His family never really used to stay up, because Z and his twin sister, Arielle, would whine as kids that they’d sleep in and ‘waste their birthday’.

If you’re a big fan of new year’s and want to celebrate it in a special way, Z will of course do whatever. However, his ideal new year’s? Curled up on the couch with your and a big-ass pizza between you. I feel like he usually spends lots of time watching TV during the holiday season. He says that it’s the only time anything good is ever on.

He tries to make the night special for the both of you, though. He’ll feed you little bits of pizza and pour you a glass of champagne. He’ll have a non-alcoholic version; I saw someone headcanon that he’s freaked out by alcohol and I stand by it 100%.

At some point he’ll put the movie on mute and give you his full attention, rambling quietly about his favourite moments from the past year with you.

If he stays awake long enough, he’ll give you a long, gentle kiss at midnight.

Tae Young

Tae loves New Year’s, maybe even more than Christmas. He just likes the sense of occasion and the idea of a fresh start, like Robaire. Spending it with you only makes it all the more special for him.

I feel like there’s not really one specific thing that Tae would do for New Year’s, but he’d definitely try and get all the guys together. He loves that you get on with them so well, and wants it to be a tradition that you all see the new year in together.

He always, always gets you a gift for new year’s. He’s pretty sentimental and spiritual, so he’ll likely choose you something that symbolises his hopes for you during the year ahead.

He also has this little tradition of making a wish right before kissing you at midnight.

One time you asked him why, and he told you that it was the only time he’d ever had a wish come true, because he’d open his eyes and you’d be there.

(Smh, I use the same gifs for the Aarons all the damn time but there are literally NONE out there)

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[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "What do you think are Joseph's, Jack's, Shaun's, Ian's, and Nick's pet-peeves?"

Joseph:

There are certain nicknames that rub him the wrong way. Champ, sport, bud… anything a father in the 80s would’ve called his son. They’re guaranteed to get his hackles up

People who talk while they’re chewing gum. It really grosses him out and he finds it annoying

Paper straws. Sure, they’re better for the environment, but they’re shit at being straws. They disintegrate halfway through the drink and they leave a gross aftertaste

Passive aggression will make him roll his eyes and scowl every time. He doesn’t have time to play games, say what you mean or don’t say anything

There’s something about the way people pronounce data like “da-tuh” that just makes him so irrationally annoyed. He can’t explain it but he can’t stand it

Jack:

Swearing. Hands down, his biggest pet-peeve is when people swear. Mostly in anger, he thinks it’s foolish to use such strong language when you’re already not making good decisions. He can let it slide if it’s not for a negative reason (especially if it’s while he’s fucking you, that’s a huge turn on for him) but swearing in anger will make him very disappointed in you

It seems such a silly thing, but people being confidently wrong about things. Once again, he believes everyone should think about the impact of their words before they speak

The entire concept of pranks just seems so meanspirited to him, he doesn’t like it at all!

Unnecessarily aggressive knocking. There’s no need to pound the door down before he’s even been given the chance to open it!

When people mix all the food on their plate together. Something about it just feels… wrong.

Shaun:

Oh god he cannot stand eating sounds. The sounds of chewing or slurping or any other mouth sounds just grates on his nerves

Amateur film bros who criticise movies when they don’t even know half of what goes into making a movie. They learn what a MacGuffin is and suddenly think they know everything there is to know about film theory

Philosophers. Ooooh he hates philosophers, what a stupid waste of time. And all that “if you hate philosophy that makes you a philosopher” bullshit? No.

People who sleep with socks on. If your feet are cold, get better blankets, like what’s wrong with you?? Socks are not for sleeping in! No socks in the bed in his house

He likes to listen to asmr to fall asleep sometimes and it really bugs him when an asmr video has a plot. He’s trying to sleep, but now he needs to stay awake to know what happens next!

Ian:

When people put dishes in the sink to “wash up later”. Are you actually going to do it later? Or will you end up with a sink full of dirty dishes for days that you have to work around? He doesn’t trust like that

Unread emails! Why do so many people have so many unread emails?! How does it not drive them insane?! It certainly drives him insane!

He doesn’t understand the point of jockstraps as underwear. Underwear should cover your ass, that’s the whole point of it! They should only be used for sports

Baseball. This one he can’t explain at all, just something about the entire concept of baseball and the sight of people playing baseball or in baseball uniforms is insufferable to him

Men who he considers more attractive than himself (unless they’re dating him please he wants to kiss hot guys)

Nick:

Bullshit fake “daddy doms” who don’t understand RACK or safety in kink and think that the perfect submissive has no limits. He has strong opinions about bdsm

People who get weirdly territorial over aesthetics. They’re just words, chill out. Who cares if that kid on tiktok is calling herself cottagecore but doesn’t own a flowy white dress? She’s having fun, leave her alone

Flimsy phone cases. What’s the point of a phone case if it doesn’t stop your phone from breaking when it falls? Now you’ve just got two broken things to deal with

Rom-coms. They’re always vaguely offensive to at least one group of people, bad about consent, and often involve some level of cheating. And they’re not usually funny either

The entire concept of music genres. At a certain point they get so niche, you might as well just talk about individual songs

Jean:

People who correct him when he’s wrong. Especially if it’s in the middle of talking, don’t interrupt him when he says something stupid or wrong

Candy and fruit mixed together. Why would you ruin something delicious with something healthy? Come on, just eat them separately. What are you, a baby?

Bad drivers. Listen, this man gets road rage, especially when he’s in a rush. If you’re driving under the speed limit or not turning right on red when you’re allowed to, he is laying it on the horn

When there’s a crying baby in a nice restaurant or other place that you really shouldn’t be bringing a baby. Why does your baby need to be at this five star restaurant? It’s unhappy, he’s unhappy, just go home!

Wrapping paper. It’s such a pain in the ass to open, just stick it in a nice bag and call it a day

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj joseph #sdj jack #sdj shaun #sdj ian #sdj nick #sdj jean #sdj headcanons #18+ only #sunshine

[alykatsevents]

Can I get a romantic matchup from Hazbin? Here are some informations abt me

Gender and pref: I’m a he/she and choose how I present myself based on the setting bc I’m not that open with ppl (yeah, I think it’s important to express yourself but realistically that won’t get me far in certain settings in my country); no gender pref but I’m not too fond of some writing choices when it comes to women in Viv’s works, depends on a character though

Style: kinda rockstar gf vibe? Sometimes softer colours too

Personality, hobbies: I’m social and extroverted. Usually that leaves me as a leader of whatever group I’m in. I have a little bit of a hater in me, but I don’t show it if ppl don’t encourage it. I do like when it’s being enabled though. It’s not convenient when you’re in a position where ppl ask you for opinions and actually follow your guide, yk, if I manage an event I’m not going to go around shit talking everything. It feels nice to have someone who does that though, makes it easier to join in and not feel like a jerk (or at least be jerks together I guess??). I write my own songs and am in a band as a backup vocal. Kinda proud that it’s my band but I need to get better until I step up as anything more. I’m a bit of a perfectionist. I like to tease ppl if given the opportunity. Others say I’m flirty. Bold with it at that. I’m ambitious too. Kind of a big thing but I have npd (if you want to look it up without reading scientific papers, go on tumblr, bc the rest of the internet is filled with ‘demonic narcissism’ bullshit) and it influences the way I am. I care lots about my image and don’t have a ton of empathy. I don’t go kicking puppies, but it’s noticeable how I lack in this department. Sometimes people say I’m ’too nice to have it’ cause i do well with kids and do all the youth group volunteering. Also, I do some martial arts and other sports. Kinda sceptical of romance at this point cause I had lots of it and I don’t mix well with a lot of people, but maybe I could do something serious for once if I had the right person. I try to be responsible and respectful but I have no issue finding my place at a wild party or something. I'm pretty chill in general, but I can be soft-er if I want, like with children or if the few ppl I actually am close with (I've got many friend groups but I struggle to make meaningful connections) need me. Usually I just stay my highly analytical, laid back self and say my silly little comments every once in a while. Heard I’m pretty funny if I want to be. My love language is acts of service. I like small things and I do them a lot. I can do words too, but I don't care for them in return. Like, you can be an asshole (up to a limit, I know my worth) and it’s cool with me if I see you have your ways of caring like putting on a song I like in the car

Likes and dislikes: love movies like Fight Club (my fav), American Psycho and Donnie Darko; hate sharks, they freak me out; my fav book is The Catcher in the Rye; hate it when people push me to open up and be emotional; love music and unironically had a few guys play songs AT me and I actually like that too, tho I get why ppl clown on that

My type: I like people who are more negative than me and aren't afraid to shittalk everything. Just saying whatever, not caring if they offend ppl (up to a point, some issues aren’t debatable ik). Don't really care for morality (to a certain point, again) if you're charismatic and fun to be around, I’m along for the ride and happy to support whatever you get yourself into. I think I would get along with someone who had a little npd too, I like to be able to relate to my partner a bit. If they work somewhat similarly, I don't have to struggle with understanding some stuff, bc I already know how to manage an ego or grandiose behavior. As for looks. Idk, I don’t have a set type. I think maybe ppl that are bigger than me? I’m pretty athletic so it’s not hard, but I guess that’s been a pattern? Also, I do enough of leading as is so in relationships I don’t mind watching from the side and supporting whatever my partner is doing

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I match you with...

Husk

~He likes listening to you sing

~He doesn't get flustered much but he has a couple times by you

~Both of y'all are skeptical about the whole romance thing, But y'all are trying

~Likes watching movies with you

~Yall are both a bit emotionally stunted, that's okay though

~He loves your style

~He prepares drinks for you

~You do a lot of the talking between you two

~Yall shit talk together

~He likes your sense of humor

#alykat's matchups #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin hotel matchups #hazbin hotel husk