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pink-tea · 1 year

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dumb blonde

☆ pairing: choi soobin x gn! reader

☆ nsfw, 18+

☆ word count: 4.1k (this number was honestly a jumpscare when i checked)

☆ sub! soobin, blonde! soobin, college au!, soobin with glasses <3, dumb blonde soobin, dom! reader, gender neutral pronouns but reader is afab at the time of smut, slut shaming, use of the word "bunny" once or twice, use of the word "slut", praise/degradation kink, nipple play

☆ the smart blonde has kept your attention this entire semester, but it isn't until your friend, yeonjun, offers you up to tutor his friend from work that you realize that really he's just a dumb blonde

you had always thought that the blonde boy in your class had a good head on his shoulders. always in the back of the lecture hall, either staring at his laptop screen or boredly looking through the assigned pages of whatever textbook you were currently reading. always the first one to turn in tests and quizzes, you secretly admired your classmate as he left the room before anyone else.

‘he must be really smart’ you would always think to yourself before spending almost the entire class time to fill out your tests. whatever method works best though, you always got one of the top scores in the class. it felt good, but you’re sure it would’ve felt better had you been able to finish a test within the first 20 minutes and get the same grade.

you never really checked or pressed about the scores of your other classmates—really only keeping in touch with two of them anyways—but you had always been sure that the blonde (used to be black haired) boy had done good. and it stayed that way until the first semester was well on its way to being over and finals were starting to plague the student body.

“[your nameeeee],” a voice cut through your thoughts, causing you to turn around and raise a brow at your older, pink haired friend.

choi yeonjun was practically a campus heartthrob, with pretty plump lips and irresistible, charismatic charm. you were well aware of that fact all the way up to when the two of you were paired together for a project, where you had almost cost the two of you ten points for forgetting to correctly cite your evidence on a slide of your presentation. you didn’t even get to apologize, promising to finish the slide an hour before the 11:59pm due date before you were on the phone with a hissy pretty boy who had pressed all the right buttons to get the stress you had been building up to burst.

the call had ended with the two of you calmed but still bitter, silently glaring at each other’s icons on the same slide as you shared the citation work load, and with a newfound respect for each other. you walked into your lecture the next morning with choi yeonjun holding an iced cup of coffee to you, a silent peace offering. you had smiled and promised to pay for the next one, and ended up leaving the class with a newfound friendship that had many people jealous of your proximity to the otherwise nerve-wracking boy.

thus, your current predicament, sifting through an otherwise empty library with your friend as you attempted to scavenge for any research material at close to 10pm at night. yeonjun came to accompany you after originally crashing your dorm to have fun and play on your switch before realizing you actually had work to do.

“yes?” you responded mindlessly, running a finger across the lightly worn spines of the books, worn more by age than actual use.

“you’re smart,” he started, prompting you to look at him suspiciously out of the corner of your eye.

“yes, you are too,” you hummed, not mad at the praise but more concerned as to why your friend was suddenly pulling compliments out of thin air. your gut told you one thing and one thing only: he needed a favor.

“i am,” he chuckled in agreement, prompting you to snort at his show of ego. “however, you, have more free time than I do,” he pointed out, which definitely made your suspicions start to rise.

“just because you do a shit ton of modeling doesn’t mean I have more time to spare,” you shoot back, growing more concerned at the fact that this started to sound a lot like a time consuming favor. he rolls his eyes at your words, mouth opening up to most likely throw a (light hearted) insult your way before he closes it.

fuck, he definitely needed a favor if he wasn't back talking.

"just spit it out already, i know you want something," you huff, perking up at the sight of the crusty textbook you had been looking for. you reached out and grabbed it from where it was smashed between two equally crusty books. you held it in your hand and opened to the title page, wincing at the audible crackle of the spine.

you could hear the eye roll you received, but yeonjun happily took the invitation to cut to the chase.

"one of my coworkers goes here too, and he helped get me my current gig since he knows the photographer," he explained, pausing to laugh at the way you coughed when dust flew into your face after flipping the next few pages. "but the thing is, he's a little stupid," he said bluntly, causing you to chuckle.

"poor bastard," you hummed, closing the book and tucking it into the duffle bag you were carrying with you.

"extremely poor, he's gonna fail the semester if he doesn't get a good grade on his final, which is why i need you to help tutor him," your friend finally finished, causing you to pause in your tracks before sharply glaring up at him.

"an unpaid tutor? are you serious?" you hissed.

"it's just until he gets a good grade on his final! look, i promised and i can pay you back for him," he reassured, pouting at the harshness of your glare. you groaned audibly before turning and beginning to walk away, causing yeonjun to quickly start talking again. "hey, look, it could be worse! he's a total cutie, so at least you get to tutor eye candy!" he tried to persuade, causing you to let out a scoff.

"junnie, you act like i'm gonna be fucking the guy more than i'm gonna be tutoring him," you deadpanned, causing a cheshire grin to spread on the pinkette's naturally pouty lips.

"who says you can't do both?"

now you wish you had never listened to this asshole and his promise to buy you takeout whenever you wanted till you finished tutoring his friend. because yes, his friend soobin, was in fact the greatest 6'1 piece of eye candy you ever seen. but he also seemed to share the same black framed glasses and blonde hair as the boy you had been fixated on for the past semester.

"ah," you let the sound slip past your mouth before you could even register it. probably less than a few centimeters away from knocking his head into your doorway stood the model your friend had been talking about. surprise not surprise, he was most definitely the guy from your class.

it took a few more seconds of gawking and the guy doing his best not to look too uncomfortable under your stare for you to snap out of it. "you're choi soobin?" you asked, tilting your head. he nodded hesitantly in response.

"[your name] [last name]," you introduced, watching almost in a trance as a shy smile crawled onto his lips.

"i know," he responded, causing your eyes to widen and your heart to flutter at his boldness. he seemed to catch on to what his words might sound like, eyes quickly widening in panic. "y-yeonjun! he's mentioned you before!" he added, ears burning.

you stared a second longer before smiling, stepping aside to let him into your dorm. "only good things i hope, but knowing yeonjun that probably isn't the case," you joked, watching soobin as he chuckled at your remark and stepped in. you couldn't help but just watch.

god he was cute...

...but damn did studying suck!

after an hour of what felt like running in a circle trying to teach this boy simple concepts that he should've learned like two years ago, you soon found yourself growing frustrated. sighing irritably in a way that had soobin flinching, you tried to put down your erasable pen as gently as you could without slamming it down onto your desk.

"if you're struggling this much with the current coursework, how the actual fuck have you been turning in your shit so quickly in class?" you huffed, patience already thin enough to where you were openly swearing to someone who was practically a stranger.

soobin visibly flinched this time, lips twisting into a sort of grimace/pout as his fingers wrung together. "i usually just guess...most of the homeworks and partner projects lift up my grade," he admits guiltily, quickly shattering whatever ideals you used to have of him in just one sentence/study session.

you laugh in disbelief, looking over his guilty expression as he sits in one of your spare chairs. "so what, you let people carry you through your classes and projects just cause they think you're pretty?" you shoot, soobin's eyes quickly flickering up at you through his lenses.

"what? don't tell me you think people actually help you cause they're nice," you ask in shock, the blonde shaking his head as his gaze drops back down to his lap.

"no, it's just, i didn't think you thought i was pretty too," he admitted softly, making your eyebrows almost shoot up past your hair line. ain't no fucking way.

"seeing that you can't even get 4 questions right, you've gotta be pretty for how much of a dumb blonde you are," you immediately scold, testing the waters to see if you're getting the right signals. soobin seems to shrink even more in his seat, fists curled in his lap as he lets his head drop along with his gaze. the angle lets you observe the soft red beginning to dust the tip of his ears.

"m' sorry," he whispers, the motion of his thighs squeezing together doesn't go unnoticed by you. in a bold move, you slide into his space, forcing your knee in between his and drinking in the startled mewl that rips from his throat at the aggressive motion. he looks up at you again, eyes wide and pupils dilated.

his lips are parted, you swear you can see them tremble a little bit and you don't fight any of your previous urges to touch the pathetic boy. smiling at his state, you press your thumb into his bottom lip, grabbing and tilting his chin up in the process. he gasps, letting his mouth drop open to let your thumb slide on top of his tongue.

it's wet and you bet it wouldn't take more than a few seconds for saliva to start dripping down your knuckle. pressing down on the pink muscle, you tilt your head down at soobin's slightly hunched figure. "you said you're sorry?" you ask, pressing your thumb down so hard that soobin almost has to fight the urge to swallow around it.

instead he nods hesitantly, eyes wide and watery as his glasses start to slip down the pretty bridge of his nose. you almost grin at the action, watching the saliva finally side down soobin's pink lips. removing your thumb, you take the drenched digit and wipe it across his cheek, pressing it hard enough against his skin for his head to turn a little.

he only has the time to close his mouth and swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth before he yelps at the sudden feeling of your hand in his dyed hair. soobin watches your smile turn into something cruel, feels his dick get harder in his suddenly too-tight jeans when he realizes you must think he looks completely at your mercy like this.

"do you even need these?" you huff, reaching to swipe his glasses off his face, making him flinch as you dangle them between your fingers. "i bet they're just for show huh, doing your best to not let anyone know how much of a stupid bunny you are," you accuse.

soobin's mouth opens like he's about to defend himself before it closes and his head droops in your hold, face burning brighter. "t-they're just for looks," he admits, the fact more humiliating than it should be. he should defend himself, bring up the fact that tons of people use non-prescription lenses for fashion, but his mind is still reeling from getting called a stupid bunny.

you do nothing to help, only giving him a short and disbelieving laugh before you're yanking his head back up to look at you. "hey," you call out for his attention, locking your gaze with his in a way that makes him want to squirm. "hurry up and get on the bed if you're really sorry for wasting my time," you say, tossing soobin's glasses to some unknown corner of your room as the gears turn in his head.

he's still frozen to his chair even after you release his hair from your hold, and you harshly nudge his growing bulge with the knee stuck between his legs. the impact makes him fight back a groan as he yolts, looking up at your glare with unmistakable puppy eyes.

"come on," you rush, watching as soobin immediately snaps back into reality and starts to stumble over himself to get up and on the bed. you want to coo at his eagerness, but suddenly grab his wrist as he begins to walk over to your mattress on wobbly legs.

"get naked first," you instruct, releasing your hold on his wrist. "and do it slow, right here," you hum, leaning back into your chair as you watch soobin's face grow pink in humiliation.

"like a strip tease?" he asks barely above a mumble, obviously mortified at the idea.

you laugh at his quivering voice, smiling and nodding eagerly. "mhm," you confirm, taking in his shifty nature and downcast eyes. "don't tell me you've never done one before," you accuse, suddenly looking at him through squinted eyes.

he quickly shakes his head, shaky fingers reaching up to grasp at the ends of hoodie. he keeps them there for a few beats before looking back up at you, hesitant. "s-slowly?" he asks.

this time you can't help but coo, fawning over how shy yet eager to please he is. "slowly," you nod.

soobin gulps before slowly beginning to take the gray piece of clothing off, revealing a delicious stomach that was lean yet slightly toned. as a model, obviously he'd have a pretty face and nice figure. your fingers twitch at your side as he starts to slowly uncover more of his torso, horribly aware of the daggers your stare is burying into his skin.

it's only when the end of the hoodie starts to slip over his nipples that you feel your initial plan to have himself strip crumble. you needed him under your fingers, in your mouth, gasping on your tongue. you stand up and start to close the small distance between you two, making him flinch and start to lower the fabric in his hands.

roughly, you grab the end of hoodie and tug it up past his nipples, making him gasp. holding it to his mouth, it only takes your voice to snap soobin out of his initial confusion. "hold this," you demand, looking at him with a look so predatory he can do nothing but swallow his saliva and close his pretty lips over it.

"good boy," you hum, now using both your hands to trail up from his v-line to his stomach. "knows just what to do, doesn't he?" you ask, raking your fingernails over the sensitive skin of his stomach as he looks down at you.

your gaze flickers up to meet his.

"answer."

soobin nods sporadically, catching the way his mind begins to slip as you fingers trail higher to his hardened nipples. you smile and the boy can only watch as you place your thumbs on your tongue one by one, slicking them up with saliva before putting the pressure on the pink buds. he jolts at both the feeling and the temperature, the saliva immediately catching on the blowing a.c. in your room.

he lets out a muffled moan at the feeling of your thumbs slowly rolling over his nipples, almost releasing the hoodie in his mouth when you add your mouth to kiss between the valley of his pecs. your sweet butterfly kisses trail lower and lower, your hands following down the minimal curves of his side as you go.

it's at this point that soobin realizes he doesn't know what the fuck to do with his hands, keeping them clenched tight next to him as he tries to refrain from touching you. he can't, however, restrain the full body jolt and muffled cry he releases as your lips press nicely against the hardened bulge within his jeans.

you take your fingers to unbutton them and pull down the zipper, the denim falling to the floor around him as you eye the obvious stain of precum against his calvin klein boxers. you don't give him any warning, almost causing him to cry out again as your hand slips into his underwear to tug his weeping cock out.

he's shaking by now, doing his best to hold himself up on wobbly legs as you lazily pump his erection. "pretty," you comment, admiring the flushed pink tip. "i guess everything about you is pretty," you comment off-handedly, making soobin's ears flush red before he throws his head back in pleasured agony.

harshly, you suck on the flushed tip, licking over the head to clean the precum seeping through his slit. you know he's fully expecting a blow job at this point, but with this you get off him with a cute 'pop' and tug his boxers down to meet his jeans.

standing up, you yank the sopping fabric out of his mouth, tugging the hoodie over his head and through his arms while all he can do is follow your movements. his last piece of clothing drops to the ground, and you give a happy hum as you look him over. pretty.

"bed," you say, and soon you have the 6'1 blonde laying down flat on your sheets as you look down at him.

you'd like to give him a strip tease in return, but the sight of him is so delicious that it gives you the patience of a starved man. soobin doesn't seem to mind, however, hazy eyes following your every move as you remove your clothes. when you get to your underwear, you pause at the thought of shoving them into his mouth as you ruin him.

one look at his pouted lips changes your mind; you want to hear every sound he makes.

"where do you want me?" you ask him, patiently waiting through the four seconds it takes him to form a response.

"on top," he admits finally, his fingers now finding themselves tangling in your now wrinkled sheets.

"on top?" you ask, taking your time as settle your naked figure on top of him. only, you settle just a few centimeters short of his chest, making him whine in protest. the weight of your body on him feels so good that he almost forgets to breathe, but this isn't what he asked for.

"what?" you ask, cupping his face as his lips twist into a clearly displeased frown. "is this not where you want me?" you tilt your head in curiosity, but your eyes clearly show how much you're enjoying it.

"i want- i want you lower," he confesses, brows furrowed and hands twitching as he fights the urge to grip your waist and slide you onto his cock himself. but soobin isn't a bad boy. he's your pretty little blonde angel and he knows better than to make you mad.

"lower?" you hum, making soobin's head drop onto the sheets underneath him as you slide your wet pussy down his chest and onto his abs. he can feel everything. he can feel you throbbing on top of him, but one look at your collected face makes him almost cry in frustration. you know where he wants you, you want him there too, but you're just being so so mean.

"[your name]," he nearly begs, eyes watering up as you look at him through your lashes.

"what's wrong now, tell me," you hush, sliding your hands down from his face in order to roll his pink nipples under your thumb once more, causing him to jolt underneath you. so cute, so sensitive. "tell me what you want," you urge, and soobin knows he has to be specific.

"i want you on my cock, please," he sobs, curling his fists tighter around your bed sheets. you smile down at him, feeling the words go straight to your clit. you know he can feel it too.

"how bad do you want it?" you ask finally, taking in soobin's borderline heartbroken expression at the question. but you're pleasantly surprised at the tears that start to slip down his cheeks.

"please please please, i want it! i need you around me, please!" he sobs, his puppy eyes going into full affect as he lightly thrashes in his attempt to lean up to get closer to you.

you stay silent for a few moments, eyes taking in the sight before you shrug. "can't say no to that, now can i?" you wonder aloud, finally grabbing his pulsing dick and sliding down on top.

you both groan at the same time, and when soobin shuts his eyes, you notice the stars in his eyes once he opens them back up.

you set a sweet pace, rolling your hips against his pelvis to get the both of you used to the feeling. you sigh in content, feeling pleasantly stuffed as you press your hands down on his chest for leverage.

"my dumb little blonde takes pussy so well," you coo, feeling soobin's hips stutter under you at the praise. "i bet he gets all his experience from letting any tutor fuck his dumb brain right," you add on, feeling his dick twitch inside your walls as he pouts.

"i d-don't let my tutors f-fuck me," he whines, rolling his head to the side as you start to properly bounce on him.

"oh yeah? am i not your tutor?" you ask, making him glance back up at you. "don't lie about being a slut, you're so fucking good at it, bunny," you scold, grabbing his chin to make him turn to you once more. there's more tears gathering in his glossy eyes.

"i'm not lying," he insists meekly, letting out a loud moan as you slam your hips down onto him and start to go at a painstakingly slow yet firm pace.

"you're gonna start telling me what i know and don't know now?" you question, tilting your head to the side as you keep eye contact. "last time i checked, my dumb slut doesn't know shit," you spat, pulling a whimper from soobin. "needs to fuck every one of his tutors so that they don't slap him silly for being so stupid," you continue, making him sob as the insults go straight to the dick he has buried inside your cunt.

"do you wanna get slapped, huh?" you ask him, taking the hand on his face to lightly tap at his tear-stained cheek. "i know you like getting told how dumb you are, can feel it inside of me," you remind him, making him let out a small 'n-no' as he turns his head away from your hand.

"of course not," you tsk. "you just want to waste my time and have me put you back into your place," you don't expect your words to have the effect they do, but soon you feel soobin's hands on your hips as he tries to lean up to you again.

"m' sorry, i'm sorry for being dumb," he cries, looking oh so cute as he begs for your forgiveness. you can't excuse bad behavior, though, snatching his wrist and pinning them over his head with one hand. you lean forward more, placing your other hand right next to his head to keep you steady.

"can't accept your apology if you're forgetting to keep your hands to yourself," you comment coldly.

"s-sorry," he whispers, shrinking into your mattress.

"wanna know how to make it up to me?" you ask, watching him quickly nod. he's dumb, he's sensitive and emotional, but if he's not the cutest sub--oh so eager to please--you don't know what he is.

"come inside, show me just how much i can fuck you dumb when i make you come over and over again," you explain, soobin's eyes going wide at the vulgarity. his dick aches painfully inside your tight cunt, wanting to fill it up with his orgasm however many times you want him to.

#sub idol #sub soobin #sub txt #dom reader #dom! reader #tomorrow x together #soobin x reader #soobin smut

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occamstfs · 3 months

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Legacies Are Supposed To Change

Another fratification, This is one more of a prep to slob tf ! -Occam

My father was a member of Kappa Epsilon Gamma, and my grandfather before him was practically a founding member. I am going to be the third generation Astor to not only pledge but eventually become president. My family donates enough to the chapter to more than pave my way to the top. My only question now is, why are they making me pledge.

The current president, James, clearly didn’t care for me implying that I was getting in regardless, stopping just short of calling me out in front of the other pledges. That’s the only mistake he’s going to make though, when I’m in the frat I’ll completely clean house. That dunce will be lucky to even still be in the frat. I’m already old enough to be the president anyway, I’m sure my father will help the other alumni to agree.

Despite the president’s protests I have already secured a room in the house and I will say the room does seem to be exquisite. The only detail out of place is a pitcher of beer sitting on my desk. The head is still frothy so it must have been put there recently. Before I moved in my father warned me against partying too hard, we have a reputation to uphold after all, and I am not even a big drinker.

The amber pitcher in front of me, ice cold without a piece of ice within, is more enticing than it ever should be though. The president must have done something to it. Absolutely. But, I am awfully parched all of a sudden. I feel my mouth rapidly dry as I move closer to inspect the glass. A sip couldn’t hurt, it’s just beer after all. It’s probably that faux president admitting defeat already, no one can stand up to an Astor and prosper after all.

I raise the pitcher to my mouth, struggling to raise it without spelling as it is heavier than I thought beer could be. The head spills over my face as I tilt the pitcher to drink. It runs down my cheeks and off my chin not that I could notice or care though. This beer is unlike anything I’ve tasted before. It's so, I need more right now. I force as much of it as I can down my throat before needing to take a break to breathe. The brief respite only gives me time to do something I thought unthinkable for a man of such poise as myself, I let out an impossibly loud burp.

I hear frat bros cheering outside my room in response “Yeah bro! Let’s go Tank!” I feel my face redden from the embarrassment of being heard doing something so profoundly basal. I scoff and roll my eyes as I notice how itchy my face suddenly is. It must be the beer starting to dry where I spilled it.

I go to wipe it off and notice it is far scratchier than it has any right to be. It burns even. I feel my face grow an even deeper shade of red as the beer must start to hit my system. I put the pitcher down and start to scratch my cheeks. I’ve never even had to shave before! Us Astor men don’t even grow peach fuzz! It would be unbecoming to even try to grow a beard! I look in the mirror to assess whatever my situation and find an uncomfortable face staring back at me. That can’t be right. Thick brown hair is pushing out forming a chinstrap that must have taken months to grow! I lean in closer to inspect my face as another burp tries to force its way out of my throat.

Unwilling to embarrass myself once again I fight to keep it down. As I struggle against the gas in my esophagus I notice that my stomach is starting to bloat up. I see the thick brown hair in my beard start to seep up through my sideburns, staining my perfect blonde coifs into some dirty oafish brown. I gasp as my thin eyebrows rapidly burst into heavy caterpillars over my eyes which almost allows the burp to escape.

Clenching my jaw as I feel my stomach starts to press against my dress shirt. I audibly groan as I hear my bros outside start to cheer once more, something about me drinking the pitcher. They left it for me didn't they! What was I supposed to do! This burst of rage allows me to swallow the burp my neck thickening as it forces its way back down. I look down to see the button pop off of my suit jacket as my stomach starts to grumble. I feel woozy watching my torso start to barrel out, what happened to my lithe lacrosse build? My mind feels heavy as I inspect my growing body, I start to smell some vile body odor start to come from somewhere. One of these oafs absolutely needs to invest in cologne. I sniff around before my head finds itself in my own pit as I take a deep inhale and find the root of the stick. But that can’t be right?

My arms bloat out straining my dress shirt as I toss off my coat. I raise my arm behind my head to inspect my armpits further which creates a tear right on the seam, exposing my pit just in time for me to see my few blonde underarm hairs rapidly thicken to the same brown now covering my face. It’s almost funny? I can barely stop myself from laughing as I watch hair spread like a jungle in my pit, creating a haven for odor my body now apparently produces.

Is this because I burped? Is it some kind of sick joke? I’m struggling to find any reason for what is happening when I hear the zipper of my pants give out. Apparently my stomach isn't the only part of me bloating. I need to stop this. Maybe, maybe if I finish the beer without burping again I’ll go back to normal. That, that makes sense right?

I quickly grab the picture and do not notice how much thicker my hand is. Brown hairs sprouting on my hand and knuckles as my fingers grow hammy and lose the dexterity I have long honed. As I raise the glass to my face my stomach finally blows off the buttons as a thick treasure trail forms a peak halfway up my meaty torso. My body odor grows thicker in the air as I start to drink the rest of the glass.

I feel my ass thicken as it forms a much weighter cushion in my seat, in the other side I feel as my balls rapidly grow to supply my body with the testosterone my body demands. My cock thickens but gets no longer as the beer dribbles down my face spilling all over my chest where curly dark hair spreads out from the center in a large diamond.

I finish the pitcher and shout to celebrate my conquest, “I did it fuckers! I passed the test,” as I shatter the pitcher on the floor of my bedroom, one of the pledges’ll clean that shit up anyway.

I stand and rip the strained pants off my body as the shirt tears itself off of its own accord, no longer able to even try to hide my party bod. My bros burst into the room and start cheering “Tank, Tank, Tank!” Making me realize that duh, they’re talking about me. My bros have always called me that I burp again, now performativity as my body finishes changing. My eyes lose any pretentious sparkle they still held as they darken to a dull brown. My vocal chords grow visibly thicker, just showing from underneath the thick beard hanging off my face. A clear boner starts to grow in my shorts, not like my bros care.

I shake my package at them with my hand as I finish burping. Now that I’m in the frat I can show my bros that I’m not a fuckin’ prude like my dad and the other fuckin’ geezers. It’s gonna be a great year, now let’s go see which of these bitch pledges are Kappa material!

#male tf #masculinization #mental change #frat bro tf #jockification

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littleholmes · 3 months

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I am not at all surprised about this. In fact, this is what I was lowkey worried about. Megumi’s will to live has been on thin ice for a while, I’d even go as far to say that even before he met Yuji he was barely wanting to be alive and it was only because of Tsumiki, and later Gojo too, that he kept going.

Even as a child, Megumi, from what we’ve seen, was very apathetic toward himself and prioritize Tsumiki over himself. Tsumiki and later Gojo were the ones that kept him moving and pushing toward something. They took what was essentially a kid who felt numb and had little regard for his own life, and gave him a reason to keep moving.

Tsumiki drove his will to hang on. Megumi carried on because Tsumiki would hopefully one day wake up and even later he had to get Tsumiki to safety during the games. But now she’s gone, so following his tendency to live for Tsumiki, where does that leave him? What’s worse is that right before Sukuna switched to his body, he saw that Tsumiki wasn’t Tsumiki anymore, she was Yorozu, so it makes sense that the last thread of his will to live disappeared along with Tsumiki.

His apathy (and I feel like that word is not even fully what it was, but it’s a start to describing it) was so strong in his early days and we saw that briefly when Gojo first showed up in his life. When Gojo explained the situation and his choices, Megumi only cared about Tsumiki being okay and he chose the life that would ensure she would be safe. Tsumiki was also his reason for how he lived as well. In the flashbacks where Megumi would beat kids up, Tsumiki was one of the contributing factors to making him stop that and being a better kid. But then Tsumiki was cursed and while he wasn’t harmful to others anymore, that apathy grew and morphed into a greater disregard for his own life.

We saw this when Gojo was training him after the baseball bunt situation, and mentioned that it was okay to be selfish while also alluding to the fact that, among other points, he needs to stop being so willing to sacrifice himself. Later, during Shibuya, Megumi was willing to die after summoning Mahoraga and Sukuna ended up saving him so his future plans for this current body takeover wouldn’t dissolve. And speaking of Mahoraga, when Yuji and Megumi first met, Megumi was just about to summon Mahoraga but then he was stopped. And speaking of Yuji, I feel like Yuji gave Megumi a small boost of energy to keep going, but with Tsumiki gone now, and right before his eyes and in such a mocking way (especially the way Yorozu laughed?), that’s enough to make Megumi break. (And that doesn’t even take into consideration that he is likely internalizing that Gojo died at this hands, despite Sukuna being the one controlling him.)

Megumi’s soul giving up doesn’t surprise me, but it does make me sad because it’s clear that he’s been walking the tightrope for a while and I want to hug him. Also, this makes an interesting parallel to when Toji lost Megumi’s mother. I’ve written two different posts about how Toji went into “I don’t care” mode and how Megumi slowly shifted into that same “I don’t care” mode when trying to get back to Yuji in the games, but I feel like losing Tsumiki like that broke the last thread of will he had and now he truly does not care.

I’m going to wrap this up and tag my friend @theanimepsychologist on this because it’s Megumi we’re talking about, but Megumi losing his will to live makes sense when Tsumiki was the primary reason Megumi kept moving and he’s been hanging on by a thread for a while, but it doesn’t make it any less sad, and I hope that, despite it being Jujutsu Kaisen and loss being one of the main themes, Yuji can somehow get him moving again.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 251 #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #tsumiki fushiguro #jjk manga spoilers #jjk manga #jjk thoughts #idk i’m rambling #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers #jjk meta #jjk analysis #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro tsumiki #itadori yuuji

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drivergemini · 2 years

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dungeons & (pink) dragons :: (e.m.)

summary: (part 2 to hellfire baby) the hellfire club returns exactly one week after their last meeting expecting the same toddler to be sitting on the throne. but to their surprise, she’s no where to be seen.

content warning: swears, not beta read

word count: 1058

a/n: the sheer amount of love in my heart for everyone who has supported me and ‘hellfire baby’ is insane. i will never be able to thank you guys enough.

they all sat around the table, glancing at the clock every so often.

“he’s late. why is he late?” dustin threw his hands down at the table in frustration.

“maybe he got caught up studying or something.” all eyes flew to mike. “nevermind you guys are right.”

“he’s never late for hellfire. where is he?” dustin slumped into his chair.

all heads turned as the door was busted open.

“eddie where have you...” dustin stood up and tried to question their club leader.

eddie raised a hand up to dustin to stop him from speaking. “i apologize gentlemen for my late arrival.”

“where’s mei?” eddie turned towards gareth. “that’s what we’re all wondering.”

each boy murmured and nodded in agreement. even though no one wanted to say it to eddie, mei was the only topic of every member’s conversations. all they could think about was mei and her polite self.

“well if everyone would like to know.” eddie paused laughing a little. “i am currently not allowed to bring mei to hellfire because someone, henderson, said ‘son’s of bitches’ in front of her. which i thought her repeating it was hilarious, but my wonderful fiance did not.”

“well this changes everything!” dustin exclaimed. “without her chubby little cheeks hypnotizing us this makes our decision so much different.”

eddie threw his head back and laughed. “i’m glad you guys enjoyed having her her.”

“enjoyed? we wish she was apart of hellfire at this point!” lucas exclaim. “with her cute little face and her mega politeness.” he made a gesture as if he was squeezing her face.

“well boys today we’re just going to have to go mei-less.” eddie plopped himself down into his throne. “so shall we get start-”

“eddie munson god must be in favor of you tonight because work just called and no one is willing to last minute babysit.” eddie stood back up as all heads turned towards the door. “but i swear if mei comes back home swearing again i’m gonna kick your ass.”

they all stood up and quickly crowded againt y/n and mei. mei reached out to the boys with small grabby hands, indicating she wanted to go to them. she wasn’t wearing her pink dragon outfit anymore. instead she wore overalls and mary janes, her long curly hair being in two high pigtails.

“sweetheart next time just call harrington or robin.”

“no! no steve.” dustin turned and glared at his club leader. “we love mei. please let her come to our meetings. i’m sorry for teaching to swear we promise we’ll be better. right guys?” all the guys nodded in agreement.

“so you’re dustin henderson.” y/n narrowed her eyes. “thin ice kid. thin. ice.”

eddie laughed and scooped mei out of his fiance’s arms. “we’ll take good care of her sweetheart i promise.” he kissed her goodbye and walked back over to his chair. “so henderson i guess your plans have changed yet again.” he clapped his hands together loudly, mei looked at him and tried to copy his movement. “so shall we try this again boys?”

“lucas please! you’re all we have left lucas!” the boys all screamed towering over him.

“i can’t i don’t know what to do! look at her!” he gestured in a panic to mei sitting on the table, innocently staring back at them.

“lucas please you have to slaughter the dragon! it's too early in the campaign to want to start over.” mike placed his hand on lucas’ shoulders and shook him.

“slawer dragon!” mei raised her hands up in the air in excitement.

“no mei mei you’re the dragon.” eddie chuckled at his daughter. “you don’t want to be slaughtered. tell them mei. say ‘please don’t slaughter me.’“ eddie made fake puppy eyes at her and put his hands together.

she turned to the boys and did as her dad told. “pease no slawer mei.” and for dramatic effect she even sniffled a couple of times.

“eddie you’re a sick sick man you know that? teaching your daughter to manipulate us like that. horrible parenting.” lucas stood up. “that’s it i choose to run.”

the rest of the club all exclaimed in frustration.

“lucas what are you doing?!” dustin yelled at him. “we’re not even three days in and you’re choosing to run away?”

“she killed everyone! she was gonna kick my a-”

“kick your ass!” all arguing ceased as they turned to see mei grinning from ear to ear.

eddie’s face went white as a ghost. “honey what did you say.”

she turned towards her dad, still smiling. “i gonna kick lucas ass!” she exclaimed, throwing herself down on the table in a fit on laughter.

dustin was the first to start laughing, and then mike, and then the rest of the boys. dustin even ended up hunched over saying he was going to pee himself. eddie tried very very hard to be a good dad and try to tell her that swearing is bad, but he ultimately failed and laughed too.

y/n opened the door, killing everyone’s laughter.

“oooooo. she’s gonna kill you munsonnnnn.” dustin taunted.

“eddie what did you do?” y/n crossed her arms against her chest.

“mommy is you gonna kick daddy’s ass?” mei gasped quietly. she was wide-eyed looking at her mom.

“am i gonna kick daddy’s what?” y/n jaw fell to the floor. “edward munson i can’t believe you guys taught her another swear!”

“but mommy you said if mei mei sweared you gonna kick his ass!” she looked at her mom with the same big eyes she used on the boys earlier, even clasping her hands together the same.

“oh so who’s the bad parent now y/n?” eddie smirked at her.

“come on let’s just go home i’m tired and i’m hungry.” y/n scooped up mei, ignoring eddie’s comment.

as the family walked out, dustin could see yet another grin on mei’s face.

“oh my god. that little monster! eddie’s raising a little demon!” dustin threw his hands up in the air.

eddie turned his head back towards the curly headed kid and let out a tooth grin. he turned back towards the two girls and motioned to fist bump mei.

mike was already staring with a shocked look on his face. “holy shit he is!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #eddie my love #eddie munson my beloved #hellfire baby sushihousebread

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colorsunlikeanythingseen · 5 months

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What makes the tragedy of Jason's death so goddamn well written is that it is that there were three loopholes to his death prophecy, but for each of these loopholes to work requires people to be out of character.

The Syble tells Jason that if Jason and Piper went to find the emperor one of them would d__.

The first and most obvious way for Jason not to die is to simply not help Apollo and not go after the emperor. Unfortunately Jason is heroic. Even worse he never shirks his duties. He won't be able to overlook Caligula's crimes and turn away. It's not in his nature.

This book somehow, despite Piper and Jason breaking up, sold me on their relationship. Those two are ride or die for each other even if things are rocky right now. They aren't going to run and leave the other to face the emperor alone. Their friend might die anyway. Also Piper also gave me the impression that she believed they wouldn't actually die just like with Leo's death prophecy and the general lack of permeant death in Heroes of Olympus.

Now the third way Jason could have survived. Turning into a dog. You might be laughing but I am dead serious. Apollo, god of prophecy, brought up this possibility and while he might be grasping at straws this could easily work. Turning into a dog would allow Jason to dodge Caligula's blow, and in the confusion he has a chance to escape. This happening is entirely feasible in the pjo universe. It is extraordinary common for gods in myths to turn people into animals. It is confirmed that the gods are watching. It could happen.

Unfortunately, no god is going to interfere. Hera is on thin ice after the stunts she pulled in Hero's of Olympus, Zeus was throwing lighting bolt at her and not the giants he was so angry at her. I got the impression that it could easily be her thrown to earth not Apollo. Hera can't interfere without risking it all.

The minor gods won't disobey Zeus either even if it means losing a priest.

Zeus on the other hand can interfere he just won't. It would be a politically sound decision to save his son. Jason is the former leader of New Rome and current priest for minor gods. By saving Jason Zeus would regain the support from both demigods and minor gods that he is clearly lacking. The Olympian council would support this, this might help Apollo's quest so Artemis is on board, Hera's support goes without saying, Aphrodite daughter is also on the line here, and I can't think of a god that would oppose this. This isn't beyond Zeus's capabilities. He turned Thalia into a tree in similar circumstances. Blatant favoritism. There is a possibility that he just didn't think about it, but I really doubt it. Not only did Apollo bring up this as a loophole Athena is Zeus's advisor she would tell him it's at least a possibility. Zeus has a lot of flaws being an idiot isn't one of them. If he really wanted to save Jason he could have.

So why wouldn't he? Jason disobeyed Zeus standing up for Apollo when he was punished. Zeus really hates being disobeyed especially when it is a son doing it. He gets very paranoid about it in fact. Jupiter gave Jason to Hera/Juno and their only conversation is Jason questioning his father's decision in the coliseum. They do not have a close relationship. They have the least bonding moments of any godly parent beating even Luke and Hermes. Zeus doesn't care about Jason that much. It's not worth justifying the interference especially when his son is rebellious. His paranoia tends to make Zeus shoot himself in the foot.

Besides it's not like Zeus mourned his son's death or lost anything with his inaction. Hera mourned Jason, not Zeus.

The other thing that made Jason's death iconic is how it's effects are handled but that's another post.

#Did I write this because people keep blaming Apollo for Jason's death when Apollo nearly killed himself trying to stop it? Maybe #The other reason is people not reading Trials of Apollo because Jason died. Come on it's the best written part of the book #pjo #toa #trials of apollo #Apollo pjo #piper mclean #hoo #lester papadopoulos #jason grace #heroes of olympus #zeus pjo #hera pjo

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qvrcll · 11 months

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my goodness gracious ! how i am so in love with your writing 🫶 and also so happy that your requests are open :) may i please request ellie proposing to miller!reader (joel’s daughter!reader) ?

yes, i’m changing

summary: cold, staggering and equipped with a ring, ellie tries to communicate her feelings off for you as cool. but it’s anything but, as she struggles with the idea of being good enough. and you struggle with the idea of something enough.

warning: slight angst / comfort, food mentioned, proposal, ellie being paranoid as per usual, insecurity from reader if you squint, miller!daughter

a/n: thank u so so much for liking my works 🥹 god i loved this request so much and i tried my best to live up to it, so here you go lovely !!! i love writing fluff for my girl ellie belly :,)

“What the fuck?”

Is what you spit into the frigid air, convoluted and unimpressed, when you answer the door. It’s midnight, past the time for novelties and shit to do with the hours prior, past the time for staple look outs and ordained times for scout-out’s. And yet, you find none of it, with Ellie perched awkwardly in the snow, her converse near drowning where your threshold splits the heavy snow from head to toe.

“Hey” she grins. You’d admit it to be cute, awfully redundant on your poorly beating heart that is worse for wear from the sweltering cold, the burn of ice in your lungs from the near melt of the winter in your chest from each breath of air. But you’re irritated, eyes rubbed raw from the walk from the bed to the door, come now to find nothing earth-shattering festering at your heels. Just Ellie, huddled in her jacket and smiling at you like an idiot.

Your girlfriend picks up on the excursion in your expression, doubles down on her enthusiasm, “Shit, sorry, were you sleeping?”

No, I was up all night for fun, is what you nearly say. Reply, with unbidden serration. Something you had damn near learnt in all your years to ensure you’d keep safe of prying eyes and gargantuan eyes that would seek to use you. But with Ellie, the habit had felt itself thin, almost dying, as her genuinely had harked a certain kindness in you that others had failed to bring. Failed to foster in the cartilage and recesses of your bones, like she had. Marked and dotted in turgid, red ink over and over.

“No—No, I was just up. Couldn’t sleep,” you lie. You look the part, at-least. Clothes disheveled off your shoulders and hitching up ever so slightly, feeding yourself a sweat that created a fluke — a blatant lie that stirred perfectly into some sodden truth when Ellie guessed that you looked so overcome due to irritation, flimsy in the sheets as you lost sleep, “Come in, you’re gonna freeze your ass off.”

Ellie crosses the threshold with a deep yet watery laugh.

II.

Ellie is scared shitless.

From her current position, she can feel the edge of the engagement ring’s box poke her in the ass from where she perched herself up against the sofa, her arms a clear spread against the hand-rests. She curses herself, pulls out excuses and spits them out for good when she shifts, adjusts her position, but the burn of the ragged container bites her in the side as it applies pressure on her hip.

Shit, she should’ve just brought the ring.

But she wanted to do it fancy. Wanted to stick with the rules and regulations and the books for once. Wanted to make it clean-cut and levelled like a highfalutin’ cookery book. She wanted to get on one knee and peel apart the box, wanted to get every angle and timing right.

And where did that get her? Here, sitting on your couch like a lizard, with the engagement ring’s box digging into her ass once again.

“You good?” you work to question when you arrive from the kitchen. There’s a tray balanced between your fists, when you bring a mug of something closer — wait, two mugs. Something brown and swirling in them, and when Ellie shoots to scoot closer, she realises it’s hot chocolate.

She could die a happy girlfriend.

“I’m good—“ she lies, but tolerates the huff of your restless breath, the eventual inclination to your voice as to say ‘well, whatever you say.’

“You really shouldn’t have” she says, when she’s grabbed a mug and glueing it to her lips. The contents slip down her throat instantly, inviting a warmth in its trail — it settles well in her stomach. A concave of tepidity as opposed to the burn of the cold outside.

“You still grabbed a mug” you tease through barely clenched teeth, drinking your own fill. Ellie cracks through a laugh, barely restrained and harking for middle ground when she realises she cannot stop laughing.

You’ve turned her rotten.

III.

You’re in the bathroom, brushing your teeth, when you hear an awful amount of shuffling from the living room. Like thudding, contemplative heavy footsteps that trace into circles the more you pay attention. At that, you squint into the mirror and try to leave Ellie to her ministrations… whatever they may be.

But then, a string of curses and repeated attempts on the same old, hardwood floor delineate the line between perplexity and discovery. You take a step back, peering past the jagged stretch of the wall that separates the bathroom from the living room.

“Ellie?” you groan past a mouthful of toothpaste.

There’s silence, a resignation of any prior efforts to make a commotion, before Ellie’s voice bars against a slew of embarrassment, “Yeah? Sorry, was that too loud?”

“No—“ you spit into the sink, swinging the faucet on. The colours of mint swirl into the translucent muck of water, “I don’t mind. But are you okay? You’re doing an awful amount of shuffling.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” and as if she doesn’t sound any more convincing, “it’s just cold. I’m just—yeah, I’m cold. Don’t worry about it.”

“Shit, you’re cold?”

“Only a little. Don’t worry.”

“Ellie—“

“I promise.”

And as your eyes open to grapple her verdant ones, slipping into yours like a small spoken apology, it blisters any thought within you — stokes the small voice that screams ‘just leave it alone.’

“Okay.”

IV.

“Right or left?”

Ellie barely pays attention to your words, your voice, as her thoughts choke her dry.

How is she supposed to do this? Like, how is she supposed to go on about proposing? She’s ready, fully bought with the idea of growing old with you, but she’s so scared. Creeping with that foreign feeling that maybe — just maybe — you two weren’t present on the same page.

“Ellie?”

“Shit—sorry, yeah?”

She sees you’re visibly annoyed at her vacancy and falters at the sight of it — she’s bad at this. Bad at balancing something new for old, bad at doing what she’s supposedly done best.

When she’d gone to Joel for consultation, he’d been surprised but deeply elated to the point of a hug. Ellie had accepted it, enveloped it, before comically shirking away his sloppy suggestions at a proposal.

You could try to dance with her, kiddo.

Joel, please get serious.

What? I am serious.

Dancing? Really?

Okay, how about a fancy dinner?

I’ve got a week old pack of asparagus.

Okay.

…

How about you go about it your own way, kiddo?

“I said, do you want to take the left or right side of the bed?” you ask again, slower and no real urgency. You try to gripe her thoughts, try to figure out what’s going on in that gargantuan head of hers. Is she tired? Is she growing sick of you? Is this a lead up into something bad?

But she simple smiles, throws back a ‘I’ll take the left,’ leaving you to your fears and contesting abstrusities.

Ellie is woken up the failure of her thoughts.

The engagement ring remains poking her in the ass.

She’s staring at the ceiling, non-plussed.

She hears you breathe. Hears you hitch for breath in your sleep beside her. Doesn’t hear but feels you gravitate to that warm, awfully homely orifice in her side. She feels your warmth beat against her skin.

The box digs into her skin.

She cuts the bullshit.

VI.

You’re woken by a cold hand on your jaw. It slides against the throbbing flesh, as if to draw out the colour of the skin for its own bemusement. It makes you nearly jerk away, but the softness in it belongs to another and you’ve come to tether this person like a cardiac organ.

“Ellie…,” you groan, visibly and audibly tired. She doesn’t pause, just continues tracing non-reputable shapes into your skin, past your neck, forging shivers where they weren’t before, “What is it?”

“What do you mean?” she replies too quick.

Way to play dumb.

“You’ve been acting on edge… ever since you visited me. There’s something on your mind,” you pause for breath, for leverage before you infract yourself with the silence, “Is it bad?”

There’s a pause to her movements. But they trail against your hip, making the skin jitter.

“Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on you.”

You’re more awake now, barely half as sleepy as you were ten seconds prior — your hand supports your body as you sit against the headboard, keen to not let the coldness of the air, the gather of her fingers to get the better of you. But you do anyways, as tears skim your vision.

“Ellie, please.”

And now Ellie shoots up, awake. Her hands cup your cheek, nervous and somewhere broken by the seams, teeming. She seems nervous for something.

Just tell me, Ellie. Tell me before I go insane. Tell me before we both do, you want to yell. Shirk. Shrivel.

You keep quiet as she holds you.

“Promise you won’t hate me?”

“Ellie, I swear to god if you’re breaking up with me—“

“Promise.”

“Okay—Okay. I promise.”

Your heart is somewhere between your hands, sinking to curdle past the sinews of your fingers.

You’re shaking.

You’re waiting, always, for the press of her words.

“Will—Will… you marry me?”

VII.

“What?”

Ellie’s nervous system pushes out of every gap in her body, squashes to nothing but pulp. She can hear the confusion rendered in your voice and she’s scared and she’s sure and she’s awful and she’s so convinced she’s fucked up—

“Sorry I—“

“What…?” you ask her. The question is dangerously simple, a blight. Something real. Inordinate. Unmarked and ready for birth. A congealed genesis. Something holy that only Ellie manages to curdle into something hellish—negative, frightful.

Still, she looks at you with quivering eyes.

“Ask you to marry me? Yes—well—I… If you—“

And she’s slipping, cracking. Melding with the bed and contemplating a hundred different ways of human cessation. Falling, gripping, bleeding against her skull, when you suddenly come close, corner her in the bed and cram her throat with chokes as you watch her with heavy, soaking eyes.

“Ellie, you better not be joking” some part of you deadpans, the other courses with a beat, with the onslaught of something heaving and emotional.

“I’m not,” — she pulls out the box. Barely sighs at the relief from the lack of intrusion against her ass cheek. Tries to, but fails. Focuses on your expression, that bursts at the remaining seams, “I want you, for as long as I live.”

And Ellie feels the weight on her shoulders dissipate at your enigmatic reaction, feels the stretch of her lips when you stutter a clear nod — there is a burst of tears there and something happy, something glad, of the thought of spending an eternity with her.

And it’s a down right mess when you get to it. When you wrap your arms around her, syphon into the sheets like you’re delirious with want for this woman. Blabber something tormented in a beautiful way as she buries her face into your neck in choking grasps.

“Ellie—“ you cry with sodden spit, tears flush against your face, “Ellie, oh my god—of course I’ll marry you—“ you choke, swinging your arms around her. Because it is all you can do. Call for her in blind silence, in gradual stages of symphonic syllables in the dark, where her glad hands grasp you like you’re viability itself. Like you’re sustenance and warmth and love — and you are, Ellie decides, as she holds you like you’ll fall apart otherwise.

VIII.

It’s one when you calm down. One, with a continual darkness, where you hold Ellie in bed like its no different. You’re smiling into her neck, bashful, full of smiles and relief as she tickles your side, whispers something of semblance, of ‘my girl.’

“Wait—“ you pull away, “who will officiate our wedding?”

“Joel, duh.”

A snort from you, “Joel? My dad?”

“Yeah, Joel. Your dad.”

“Think he’ll agree?”

“I’ll pie him otherwise.”

Another snort.

Ellie grins with the musing of tomorrow, surely spent with you. Surely carding against the warmth of her cheeks. The promise of love through you and you… and you.

And, hey, that engagement ring’s box no longer wants to torment her ass.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fic #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you #the last of us fanfic

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taeraemisu · 10 months

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delusional ; matthew zb1

synopsis ; in which reader is desperately holding onto the very thin thread of wanting to meet their childhood friend again even though they have lost all contact with each other

genre ; childhood friends to lovers, reader did not give up hope woah, a sprinkle of a cafe au, fluff !!

pairings ; matthew x reader, taerae being reader’s good friend

word count ; 1.5k words

“am i being delusional?”

“yes, one hundred percent.”

you and taerae were closing up the cafe you both work at, ten minutes till closing. just like any other night or waking moment, you were complaining to your dear friend taerae about a certain guy you could never forget.

“but hear me out-“

taerae puts his hands up, stopping you from speaking any further. “let’s look at this logically. you last saw him when you were 10, we are currently 21. the chances of him being here, right at this moment, is very slim.”

you groaned at the dimpled-boy. he was not wrong, but could he blame you? there wasn’t one moment where you have ever forgotten about his existence. and how could you? no one could forget the seok matthew if they ever meet him. he was someone who would be stuck in your head forever, a certain boy you will see passing by on the street and you can’t seem to ever forget him despite knowing nothing about him. that’s the kind of guy seok matthew was.

“okay, okay but just hear me out!” you said as you sweep the empty cafe. “maybe, and just maybe, he’s an exchange student right now and is currently here!”

taerae rolled his eyes, looking at you with the ‘really’ eyes. “think about what you just said, as slowly as you can, and what’s the probability of that.” he was washing the cups as he talks to you, so prepared to shoot down your delusions once more. “out of all the ideas you have mentioned to me, how many times has it been true? and how many times have i been right?”

you groaned. you hate how he was always right. there was once you were so convinced matthew would walk past you on the street right at that moment. did it happen? no. or the time how you and taerae were having dinner at a local restaurant and you were so convinced he was working there as a part-timer, about to serve the both of you your food. but did it happen? no.

maybe that’s why the both of you got along so well. one was delusional while the other is logical and shoots down the other’s delusions.

“just you wait, he is going to walk through those doors at this moment and order a drink,” you flashed a grin at your friend. taerae shakes his head, wiping the cups and putting them away now. he glanced at the clock. “i hope not, we are closing in a few minutes-“

the bell rings, making the both of you snap your head to the door. a foxy looking guy walks in, smiling sheepishly at the both of you. “it’s probably really late but is it okay if i could order one drink to go?”

the both of you stared at the guy in shock. taerae glanced at you, bewildered. you were right?! he could not believe this. the seok matthew was standing in front of the both of you. he had seen matthew’s photos so many times before, having you to thank, and he was so disappointed he recognised the guy instantly,

you, on the other hand, could not believe your eyes. seok matthew, the guy you have always wanted to meet again, was standing in front of you, right at this moment.

“if you guys are closed i could go-“

“no!” you said, a bit too loud. “i mean, we could make one more drink. you can stay as long as you like, we were both planning to stay to study anyways.” words jump around your head, trying to form proper sentences. could you even speak?

taerae looks at you, looking at you as if he is saying is-studying-really-the-best-you-could-think-of.

“yeah, we could make one more drink. what would you like?” taerae took over, while matthew walks over to the counter, leaving you standing in your spot while you stare at him. you remembered him, but does he remember you?

“does ice americano work?”

“of course!” you say a little too quickly before you behind the counter to prepare his drink. “name, sir?”

taerae rolls his eyes. you definitely knew more than just his name. “i mean, aren’t i the only person here?” matthew chuckles.

“procedures we have to follow,” you gave a soft smile while you prepare his drink. he returns a smile, eyeing you. “matthew, seok matthew.” you made his drink and gave it to him. you were trying to make it as slowly as you could cause when would you ever see him again?

“thanks!” matthew took a sip of the drink. “oh, wow, i might actually come here more often.”

“please do,” you said a little too quickly again before you realised you were staring at him. you could not think straight around him.

“so matthew, do you go to any schools nearby or did you just happen to be here?” taerae took over once more, looking at you with the you-owe-me look before looking back at matthew.

“i am actually! i go to zerose university nearby! i’m the new exchange from canada! what about the both of you?”

you stared at him in shock, you were right again!

“no way? we both go there too! maybe we will be seeing you around more often,” taerae grins before you both bid a goodbye to matthew who leaves the cafe. you just stare at taerae in shock. “who’s the right one now?”

weeks and a little over a month have past since you first met matthew again, and he started to appear at the cafe you work at a lot. he would be there before you even start your shift and leave till closing. you never had the courage to talk to him though, even though you recognised him. what if he doesn’t even remember you?

“here’s your matcha latte,” you smiled at him as you serve his drink, looking at how all his papers and books were spread all over the table. “how’s the assignments, woohyun?” you asked, finally making small conversation and not relying on taerae to do most of the talking. “honestly professor kim gives the easiest-“

“how do you know my name?”

you stopped talking and looked at him. “you told me your name? matthew?”

he was now eyeing you. “not that one, my korean name. woohyun.”

you paused, instantly going red. how is it the one time you talk to him you messed up? he doesn’t even remember you so now he probably thinks that you are a stalker. “i … oh look! customers, i have to go!” you speedwalked away, leaving matthew in his seat while you turn red all over. how could you mess everything up?

after serving customers, you stayed in the break room, not daring to go out. taerae and your other co-workers took care of the rest of the shift while you panic. i can’t lose him again.

once again, you and taerae were responsible for closing. when you finally get out of the break room, matthew was still there in his seat, in a deep sleep. you were so embarrassed you could not even look at him. “taerae, what am i going to do?” you whispered to your friend. “i can’t face him anymore.”

taerae grins at you. “you should wake him up, everything is already cleaned up and we can’t just leave him here.”

“cant you do it?”

he shakes his head, nudging you towards matthew. you sighed and consciously walked up to him, shaking him softly to wake him. how could he still be gorgeous while sleeping?

“matthew-“

he woke up instantly, flinching in his seat. “i’m so sorry!” you apologised, playing around with your fingers. “it’s closing time and we have to close—“ you turned back to look at taerae who was long gone, no where to be seen in the cafe. oh this bitch. “—actually, i have to close. so sorry for waking you up.” you bit the inside of your cheek and thought about what happened earlier. “and for earlier, i swear i’m not a stalker i just-“

matthew cuts you off, giving you a hug. “i know you yn. so sorry i did not recognise you sooner. you did look familiar i just didn’t want to assume.” he pulls away and cleans his things up. “if it weren’t for taerae or your woohyun incident, it might have taken longer for me to remember you.”

you tilted your head. taerae?

“oh, you didn’t know? after you called me woohyun and disappeared off, taerae explained how you recognised me and how we knew each other since we were kids,” matthew chuckles. “he heavily emphasised how you are not a stalker.”

you grinned, oh you owed your friend so much. “he did one thing right,” you mumbled. matthew grins at you and pulls his bag over his shoulder. “which was a very good thing because …” his voice trails off. “i have been wanting to ask you on a date.”

you widen your eyes. “a date?”

“you can say no! no pressure or anything just-“

you cut his words off, giving him a peck on his cheek. “i would like that, actually.”

you have so much to thank taerae for.

#boys planet #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone #zb1 reactions #zb1 scenarios #zb1 oneshots #zb1 matthew #seok matthew #seok matthew x reader #matthew x reader #seok woohyun #woohyun #taeraemisu

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crazy-as-a-jaybird · 6 months

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ok here goes nothing

@squealing-santa

merry Christmas, @allytheally

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Fandom: Avatar the last airbender

Lee: Zuko

Ler: Katara

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: just tickling and mentions of an injury

Summary: Zuko can be grouchy about many things. Sunny days. Pain. Rest. Being cared for. Being cared for by Katara. Probably being tickled by Katara?..

timeline between ‘The Southern Raiders’ and ‘The Ember Island Players’

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Zuko was preoccupied thinking about how much he hated his life. While it wasn't the newest feeling for him, he could see the conditions were becoming more and more ridiculous as the said life wore on. Screw firebending training. Screw Aang, even if he was the one to catch him before that uncalled for fall could end in something more severe than a twisted ankle. And if he didn't at least make fun of him afterwards (unlike a certain wolftail guy), instead trying to bring up how everyone trips sometimes, metaphorically or not, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Pathetic.

Zuko had probably spent several YEARS just sitting in the chair of earth Toph had made for him, staring at the sky above the Western Air Temple. While Katara had attempted to reduce the swell with ice, her main instructions were resting and letting his body heal itself.

Zuko did not like resting. First, it wasn't productive. Second, the less busy he was the more his anxieties gnawed at him.

He turned his face away as the sun once again peeked merrily out of the clouds. At that moment, the celestial embodiment of his power looked like it was mocking him...

Zuko squinted in the direction he was now facing.

Ah. At least the sun couldn't approach him. Like the figure in blue clothes was currently approaching from aside, for the third time that day.

Zuko felt his face growing hotter from what the sun wasn't to blame for. Even after that fulfilling journey of avenge, he felt slightly uneasy around her. Well, enmities of the past don't fade in the blink of an eye. But the fact she had to look after him in this vulnerable position didn't make it less awkward.

“Let me see your leg”, – Katara murmured, sitting down by his side and laying her careful hands on his injury.

“One thing for sure, it still hasn't fallen off”, – Zuko scoffed.

The waterbender mirrored his frown, slowly unwrapping the bandage.

“And they call me a drama queen.” When she looked up at him the next second, her gaze seemed more tired than annoyed. “Listen, you're not a burden just because one of your feet doesn't work right now.”

Zuko clenched the armrests of his chair, as hard and reliable as the bender who had created them.

“Well too bad, I'm not a contribution either. What am I supposed to do with this other foot here?”

It reminded of the everlasting dilemma about whether the glass is half-full or half-empty. Could have reminded, if any of them was up for humor.

“This childish talk is certainly not what I've expected from the oldest member of the team”, – Katara grumbled, seemingly running thin on patience but nevertheless sneaking in a reminder of who he was right now.

Nearly identical sighs came from both of them, apparently as a replacement of mutual apologies for the irritation. Then Katara took some water our of her flask, swirling it around the hapless limb. It made Zuko clench harder. Every time she did it, he was seriously taken off guard by the sensation, and being taken off guard was another thing he did not like.

The remedy was both heavy and weightless, it was sliding gently over his skin, leaving a weirdly tingly trail behind.

The question of whether waterbending affected everyone that way or he was just weird himself added to the skyscraping pile of questions that tormented him.

“Zuko, does it really hurt that bad?”

The healer's voice was caring, but Zuko could swear there was something suspicious about it. Or maybe he was being paranoid.

He shook his head.

It was almost funny how hard he was trying to hold it in, almost cute. After how twitchy he acted during the previous healing sessions, it wasn't hard to figure out, if hard to process. Hard to believe she used to be afraid of him. Zuko, the Fire Nation prince with ticklish feet.

After wrapping his ankle up again, Katara changed her position a little, now looking down at his other limb.

“I thought about your question, Zuko.” Her hand settled down on his sole, her fingers curling up against his toes. “And I believe we do have a use for this foot right now.”

Now it was definitely suspicious. In the worst way.

Before Zuko could ask any more questions, she dug in, sending a few very heart-stopping bolts through his body. (And he had thought he could handle an actual lightning hitting him. How funny.)

He would have tried so hard to keep acting gloomy until she would step back if he'd known this was the thing on her mind. But unfortunately, the surprise tore a few chuckles out of him before he could do anything to shut them out.

Katara seemed satisfied, but unwilling to stop yet. Zuko pressed his back into the chair, desperate to wriggle away from the ticklish “examination” of his toes even though there was absolutely, completely nowhere to go.

She held his leg down firmer, fixing it in place.

“Hey, don't you remember what I said about sitting still?”

This recommendation was simply upsetting before, but so much more torturous in this context. What did he say about the worsening conditions?..

“Yohohohou cahahAHn'td-dothistome!”

Giggles, squeals, whines. It was just idiotic. Zuko gritted his teeth in an unequal battle against all of them.

Katara rolled her eyes. How dare you!..

“I'm doing what I'm supposed to. You know what they say, laughter is the best medicine.”

She wiggled her fingers up to his knee experimentally, although Zuko felt like this was more of a discovery for him than for her. He never expected himself to be that sensitive. Not now. Not after everything he's been through. He just can't...

“But I doubt it will work if you lock it all inside...”

And then her hand dashed higher and attacked his tense stomach.

Zuko was lost in shrill cackles, flushing up so hard the right side of his face probably reached the color of his burn. His body went limp, giving up on even trying to fight back. Worse, worse, so much worse...

“No!”

The prince didn't know if it was a wheeze or a moan (what's more humiliating?), but the next thing he knew, the touches slipped away with just the tingles remaining.

“Sorry, Zuko. Here, take this.”

Katara led a small portion of soothing water over his face and hair and another one to his lips. The firebender swallowed it eagerly.

“Thank you.”

He regretted opening his eyes as soon as he saw Katara's glinting with some leftover mischief.

“For what, to be specific? For the water? For the treatment? For the tickling?”

She didn't even want an answer.

Zuko was glad his hands weren't injured and he could cover his face. What wasn't so good was that he could still hear her laughing heartily at his groan and feel her ruffling his wet hair.

Her footsteps tapped softly across the floor as she left him to deal with the misery and the newfound fluster by himself.

“Remember, I'm not far. Call me if you need anything else. And I mean anything...”

#damn i'm so nervous i'm gonna die #made it neutral and open to either romantic or platonic interpretation bc im not sure what was expected of me #tickling #tickle community #sfw tickle community #my writing #ss2k23 #squealing santa #atla #lee!zuko #ticklish!zuko #ler!katara #avatar the last airbender #atla tickling

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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Before the party ends, I thought I’d request another one!

🖋️ Angst to fluff with Eddie? Maybe he says something hurtful because he’s rambling about something that happened to him and reader keeps quiet ‘cause she doesn’t want him to know she’s upset about whatever he said ‘cause she does whatever he complained about. Even though Eddie’s not complaining about her. Then, he picks up on her weird behavior, and everything ends all fluffy.💜

slumber party shenanigans (ends 2/4)

eddie munson x gn!reader

a/n: hi, my sweet! thank you for being so supportive and for coming to my slumber party :))) i hope you enjoy this!! love you 3000

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🖋️ want another blanket?—i will write you a little ficlet (under 1000 words) for the character of your choice. i would appreciate if you’d specify whether you want comfort/fluff/angst/whatever and i will try and come up with something for you!

"Your nephew's an asshole, you know that Wayne?"

The man in question chuckles, cigarette smoke clouding the air in front of him. "I've heard that many a time around here kiddo."

You hop down the stairs, hoping Eddie will let you leave without walking you out like always.

"Hey, did you just call me an asshole?"

You realize only the screen door is shut, and Eddie, putting his shoes on to go outside, heard your claims. Wayne laughs again at your being caught, and you shoot him a look. He raises his hands in surrender, moving to go back inside and stay away from whatever storm is brewing between the two of you.

You fumble with your keys, trying to unlock your car door, but Eddie bounds towards you, snatching them from your grip.

"Eddie, you dick, give me my keys. I want to go home."

"No. What's the matter with you all the sudden?" He crosses his arms, locking the tool to your escape under his hand.

"Nothing. Let me go home or I'll call Hopper and tell him you've kidnapped me."

Eddie has the nerve to laugh at you. Sincerely and heartily. It's a boyish sound. And it infuriates you.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wanna bet, Munson?" Eddie realizes that you aren't, in fact, joking, and that you totally would. The boy's already on thin ice with the chief, given his situation.

"Just tell me what I did. I don't want to argue with you," he says, almost pleading.

"Did you already forget the conversation we just had, dipshit?"

The boy ignores your incessant name calling, trying to figure out what he'd done to upset you so much that you're practically running away from him.

Fifteen minutes earlier, you'd been sitting on Eddie's bed, listening to him go on about his day. "We had to do this group project in O'Donnell's today, right?" He'd said.

"And we're all going around, supposed to be talking to each other about what we're currently reading or what we like to read. This one kid was saying how they love romance novels, or some shit like that."

Your stomach had dropped, knowing exactly where this was headed.

"And it just drove me crazy. Because I don't really think you get to call yourself a reader if that's the kind of stuff you read, you know? There's nothing to them! They're just for soccer moms to have someplace they can distract themselves from their failing marriages."

Outside currently, you get sick of looking at Eddie's thinking face and blurt it out.

"I read romance novels, Eddie!"

Eddie drops his arms, looking confused. "You do?"

"Yeah, I fucking do, and you saying that really hurt my feelings. Have you ever even read one, Eddie? How can you just assume they have no matter to them?"

The boy hands you back your keys, running his hands down his face.

"Oh my god, baby, I'm sorry."

"I just wish sometimes you'd think about this stuff, Eddie. I hadn't read much fantasy before you, and I don't know. It just hurt my feelings."

Eddie moves closer to you, taking your face in his hands. "I am so sorry, baby. I was being a dick, really I was. I see that now."

You nod, contemplating.

"Why didn't I know this? That you read romantic books?"

You shrug. "I mainly read them when I'm feeling lonely, but that was prominently before you. Guess I didn't feel like I had to tell you about my filling the void anymore."

Eddie's flattered, really, but he still feels bad. He really should've been more considerate.

"I really am sorry, Y/N."

"It's okay," you assure him. You understand where he's coming from.

"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asks, playing with your belt loops.

"Read one. I'll pick something out and bring it over later."

Eddie blushes, but he's intrigued. "You want me to read one of your romance novels in order to make it up to you?"

"And to whoever it was that you were bitching about."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah." Eddie kisses you, short and sweet. He's got lip balm on, and now so do you. "Now, how dirty are these books of yours?"

You roll your eyes, and try to pull away. You were going to let him figure that part out on his own.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson ficlet #eddie munson fic #eddie munson oneshot #bookshelf-dust's 500 follower celebration #bookshelf-dust's slumber party

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mediocre-writerr · 2 years

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Hello, I have a Jennifer Jareau X fem reader request.

An unsub has a hostage and they're standing on a frozen lake and reader being the daredevil that she is, follows the unsub onto the ice. But, the ice starts to crack and the unsub pushes the victim into the water and reader jumps in after them, saving them. (Derek has to break the ice to get them out, JJ is Rs fiance.)

midnight rain [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of drowning, blood, and death, angst, a couple curse words

a mediocre author's note: hey guys! it's been a long time, i've missed you, and i hope you all are well! I hope you enjoy my first piece back!

*not my gif*

This case wasn’t supposed to be like every other. Things were supposed to work out differently. But someway, somehow, life just doesn’t play out that way.

The snow was a soft powder and yet, the contradicting sounds of the snow being crunched at the bottom of your boots told a whole different story. A slight fog surrounded you and the team causing you to lose sight of them for a split second. Yet, the cries and pleads of the young girl was like a lighthouse, leading you to her.

“There!” JJ shouted, as she pointed out towards the middle of the winter wonderland. The unsub punches the ice from underneath him, as the blonde girl is sobbing against him.

A bright diamond blinded your eyes, as her hand raised towards the unsub and his victim. In an environment full of white snow and icy surfaces, the diamond was still the brightest thing out there, as it matched with the one that laced on your very own finger.

A promise that you vowed to her, that one day you’d marry her and spend the rest of your life with her. Sure, the diamond was bright, but nothing shined brighter then that promise.

You took a step forward, but was quickly pulled back, by Spencer. A loud cracking filling your ear, as he pulled you down onto the powdery ground, “They’re on the river! The ice could crack and the current will drag you under!”

“James Ashton, put your hands up where we can see them!” Hotch yelled, his deep voice echoing through the empty forest, “That girl you have in your arms right now, her name is Dakota Winchester. She is not your sister. She is not the one who killed your brother. Your sister is dead. She has been dead for the last two years. Now let her go,”

“You’re lying!” he shouted back.

Emily shook her head, “We’re not, if you come back over here and bring Dakota with you safely, we’ll show you the evidence,”

The 22 year old man stood there, blankly staring. All of you held your breath, the punching stop, and he took one step back to stable land. But in a blink of an eye, Dakota was plummeting into the depths of the freezing river, as James ran towards the other side of the river, and onto safer land.

“No!” you screamed, and you took off running towards the middle of the river.

“Y/N!” Hotch screamed. He let out a frustrated sigh as he turned towards the rest of the team, “Emily, Spencer, JJ, we need to follow James now. Derek,”

“Already on it!” Morgan responded, carefully following you onto the thin ice.

The blonde profiler shook her head, “I am not leaving here,”

“JJ-”

“Hotch, I am not going,” her voice was sterner than ever as her bright blue eyes stared at your figure running defensively towards the little hole in the middle of the river. And without a reply she followed you and Derek.

You stumbled along the ice, falling against the snow that laced along it. Your navy blue windbreaker stained a new white as you stared into the break of the river, “The current must’ve taken her,” you whispered to yourself.

Your eyes wandered over the thin ice, in desperate search of the blonde girl. Her pale hand was shining bright against the transparent ice. Raising your right hand, you started punching the ice, letting out a groan as it collided with the rock solid ice. The blue and white surface was now stained red as your fist continued to collide with the ice.

“Y/L/N! What the hell are you doing?!” Derek’s voice echoed, and you could feel him getting closer, but all you could focus on was her.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” you whispered over and over again.

You lifted both of your hands up in the air as you started pounding harder and harder against the ice, your knuckles no longer hurting, but rather feeling numb. The ice finally broke and you saw the piercing blue of her eyes slowly start to lose its life. Her body slowly sinking deeper and deeper.

“Fuck it,” you whispered.

Standing up, you took a deep breath, looking at JJ’s figure running towards you. A soft smile formed onto your face before you dived into the river at the girl, “No!” JJ screamed.

The adrenaline that was coursing through your body was keeping you warm, as you swam after her. You were finally face to face with the blonde. The victim that reminded you all too well of the girl you are or well who you were trying not to be anymore.

She was from the same wasteland town. A town full of beauty pageants and big pretenders. To some people it was paradise, but to you, to her, that town was a cage. A cage that kept you captive when all you wanted to do was be free. Some people thought of people like you and her as a daredevil, when in reality, you were just two girls wanting to make a name for yourself other than being trapped there. Sometimes you outgrow that mindset, once you get out, but you…you could never escape it.

Your arms wrapped securely around the girl as you started swimming upwards. Derek’s hand reached out towards the icy water as he noticed you coming back towards them. His strong grip wrapped around Dakota's arms, pulling her out of the water. Just when you thought it was finally over, the current took you away.

Burning. That was all you started to feel. The way your skin was on fire as your arms, legs, and lungs all fought to keep you alive. But the numbness was settling in. You didn’t want to fight anymore. You couldn’t fight anymore.

JJ started flooding your mind, as the water started flooding your lungs, and a ringing started to fill your ears.

“Jennifer Jareau,” you took a deep breath trying to keep your voice from wavering, “I remember one day we were walking around New York City after one of our cases, and we stumbled across a penny. I told you that it wasn’t lucky because it wasn’t heads up. But you leaned down and you flipped it over and said, ‘Now someone else can have good luck.’ From that moment on, I thought about that simple sentence over and over again, and I thought at that moment that I was that lucky person because that was the moment I realized how much I truly loved you. I love you more than anything and anyone and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So if you allow me, would you do me the greatest honor and spend the rest of your life with me?”

A new shade of blue filled her eyes, a shade of blue that you vowed to never put on her face, but rather to comfort her instead, “Yes, of course I will,” she whispered back, “But you need to promise me one more thing,”

You let out a soft chuckle, “What’s a bigger promise than spending the rest of my life with you?”

“You’re a hero, Y/N. That’s one of the many things I love about you. But I want a family. I want someone who will stand by my side through thick and thin and put us first. No more running into danger. Just be with me,” she whispered.

Taking her hands, kissing the top of them softly, “I promise,”

From the moments your lips touched, a montage flashed in your head. Picture perfect, shiny family. There would be big holidays, peppermint candy, the picture perfect family postcard. But for JJ that would be everyday.

Maybe that’s why you were sitting here, currently drowning in the middle of the river. Maybe it’s karma. Making a promise to JJ that you don’t know how to keep. How to not be a daredevil and how to just be a bride. But maybe just maybe Derek will come and he’ll break through the ice and save you.

But Derek isn’t coming. No one’s coming. Your limbs are losing. Taking in a deep breath as the water closes in around you. Maybe now JJ could finally have the love she deserves. A cloud of darkness fills your vision and everything starts to get further and further away.

The ringing in your ears started to slowly fade away, as a constant sound of beeping filled it. Your eyes were met with a bright light, but it wasn’t the snow, but rather a hospital light.

“Hey,” JJ whispered from right next to you.

“Hi,” you whispered back, “Is Dakota-?”

Your fiance nods, “She’s okay without you, she wouldn’t be here right now,” you smile to yourself softly, but you could feel the tension hang over you, like a fog over a small city.

Reaching over weakly, you squeeze JJ’s hand, “You can say it, whatever’s on your mind, you can say it,”

“I love you,” she whispers, the shade of blue that you never wanted to cause form in her eyes was now there, “And I thought I almost lost you today. You were being reckless again, after you promised me you wouldn’t. I can’t think about us and our future, when all I can think about is how one day I’d come home from work and I’d have to tell our kids that mom’s not coming home because she ran towards the danger,” her voice cracked.

You could feel your own tears stinging your eyes and you knew it was coming. You were just waiting for the other foot to drop, “Now? I don’t even know if there will be a future for us. Or even if I even want us, anymore. I just need time to stop and think about it, okay? I’m taking a break from the BAU for a little bit, Hotch already approved,” JJ looked at her left hand, carefully sliding off the ring, and placing it on the tray next to you.

Her warm hands cupped your still cold cheeks, wiping the tears that you didn’t even know had fallen. The blonde’s lips lit up a warmth inside you that was so desperately trying to be lit up again.

“I love you,” you whisper to her.

“And I love you. Maybe another time. Or another life,” she whispered back.

Then with one last look she was out the door. You let out a shaky breath as the tears continued to fall, like midnight rain. Your eyes glanced down to the ring on your own finger, but it was just the silver band. The diamond was nowhere to be seen. It was lost, just like the promise you made to her, and just like the life you gave away.

“JJ?” Derek’s voice broke her out of her trance. His hands stained the same crimson red that yours had, as he punched the ice to save you. The blonde just hummed in response, her eyes resting on the paramedics wheeling you towards the ambulance, “I found this on the ice. I think it came from Y/N’s ring when she was punching through the ice. I thought you might want it. I know a guy who could fix the ring for you,”

He handed her the bright diamond that once laid on your finger. Her fingers held onto the diamond, like her life depended on it, but she knew. She knew deep down that the ring would never be the same again, “It’s okay Derek, we can’t fix this,”

#jennifer jareau imagines #jennifer jareau x reader #jj criminal minds imagines #jj criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

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aroacesigma · 10 months

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hello my name is kai, i use he/xe prns, im a minor . please read this before you follow.

Usual DNI/BYF list (bigots) and also if you ship anything weird (s*lki, th*rki, od*zai, kyouka x atsushi etc.) . Also dni hardcore Loki series or mcu Wanda fans. thats for ur own good im a hater

shouldve added this earlier but if you are a zionist, think that "both sides have a point", or regularly reblog from zionist blogs, DNI . i cannot truly express how much i despise people like you. free palestine 🇵🇸

i do occasionally vent on here, block #vent if you dont want to see that, i still trigger tag accordingly though so if anything specific is blocked that probably will be too

note: on the shipping thing, i dont care what your stance on shipping discourse is frankly. i mean dni if you ship adult minor or incest stuff, and that is non negotiable . also a few there that i just hate

art sideblog: @gratielalovebot (on Instagram too)

stuff i like + tagging system under the cut !!

Stuff i actually talk about on here:

bsd (too much) especially sigma (far too much) , manga and anime

on that note my favourite characters are sigma, dazai, chuuya, nikolai and oda, and my favourite ships are sigzai, skk and fyolai (last one is on thin fucking ice after 109)

have i mentioned i love sigma . i really love sigma . he is everything to me .

once again . on that note i literally do not shut up about my favourite headcanon of sigma being transmasc , so if you dont like that maybe dont

Rain world currently !!! Having a Moment over five pebbles I love his bitch ass dearly

marvel comics (especially wanda and also the xmen though im not particularly caught up right now)

my faves in that is really just wanda i love her dearly . this is not a safe space for mcu wanda stans you will be blocked on sight . this is however a safe space for people who love the gratiela fancast bc shes the best actually

yknow what i know this is stuff i like but just a warning while i am currently fixated on bsd if someone gets me started on how much i hate that godamn loki show i will go on a rant . i hate it . so much . so so so much .

I also like a bunch of other stuff and will rt stuff about it occasionally (like toh and agents of shield) but if its not on this list im not currently being consumed by an obsession with it so maybe dont follow me for it

ok yknow what extra stuff i like but am not hyperfixating on currently

the owl house

agents of shield (daisy johnson my beloved)

riordanverse (ALEX FIERRO MY BELOVED)

tag system:

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ramblings - my original posts . its all bullshit . most of its rambling about which characters i think are trans . repetitively .

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#pinned #ramblings #sigma #asks

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celestiall0tus · 3 months

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Bloody Bug Recap and Moving Forward

Alright, I've moved through most of season 1 at this point and it's time to discuss plans for season 2 as this is where I start showing my style vs canon.

Recap:

As of Chapter 15, Felix, tensions and stakes are presented.

Adrien is currently on thin ice with Wang Fu after his stunt with Silencer.

Marinette and Alya committed a betrayal in Alix's eyes that she's severing ties with them.

Juleka and Rose nearly met the same fate, but upon breaking out of the Akuma, they showed Alix she could still trust and rely on the them.

Felix is starting out his arc and on the same path as Adrien and Alix of overcoming their pasts and presents.

Chloe, Marinette, and Alya are currently benched for their behaviors.

I may do Animan still for the season 1 set, but Kung Food and Gamer are being pushed back. So, season 1 will end with Volpina.

Now for the expectations for season 2. With the set up out of the way, we're gonna see a cross between the canon monster of the week to my version of writing with a focus on the relationships. Here we'll see a little bit of monsters, but also the further development of the relationships. Y'all will see:

Alix and Chloe beginning their friendship and, hopefully, by the end of season 2 will be on the path to a queerplatonic relationship.

Felix and Adrien will be making amends and reconnecting.

Kagami will be introduced and will introduce a three way one-sided love triangle with Kagami loving Adrien, but Felix loving Kagami, and Adrien not interested in Kagami.

Alix's continued friendship with Mylene, Juleka, and Rose while her relationships with Marinette and Alya are strained still. This is where you'll see Alix and Marinette at each other's throats.

Marinette will continue to pursue Adrien while he dances around her advances.

You'll also see the beginning of Luka opening up. I am still on the fence if I'll have him in love with Marinette, but we shall see from the writing process, but I might.

That's about it for right now. I look forward to what "season 2" brings.

#bloody bug au

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fem-the-artist · 27 days

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Magic Future au

Some of the basics:

Usually when I’m drawing an older Timmy unless specified otherwise it’s probably for this au

This entire a use, basically my own personal headcanons of what I think Timmy’s future should be also in know that anything past season six that happened in the show is not canon

So no Chloe , no sparky , no foop (there is a version of an anti-poof. It just doesn’t align with what the show portrayed.)

Wishology is also on thin ice. I am going to pick and choose what I do and do not want from that special.

There’s also gonna be quite a sprinkle of Nicktoons unite in here because universal travel is silly

The for main ages that I focus on for Timmy are 10 (really more like 11) 14, 19 and 32 I’m gonna post a visual aid later to show where he’s at on those four points later

But there’s a reason for each of these ages being focused on 10 11 is focused on potential episodes I thought of as well as for those of you who know my OC Cinnamon who is Tootie’s godparent so this age is mostly used to explore new relationship dynamics between the cast, with is such a change

14 is really used to explore that awkward teenage phase and is right before Timmy has his gender epiphany. Also, a lot of relationship drama is 14 and figuring things out. There are going to be a lot of ups and downs.

19 is the one you’ve seen the most of on my page, he’s confident he’s shameless he’s Timmy! interacts the most with the Nicktoons gang currently dating Jimmy. I wanted to skip ahead to 19 instead of 18, because 18 would be dealing with the no fairies memory issues drama. 19 however, they were essentially cut a small deal. Cosmo and Wanda are temporarily suspended from being godparents. Timmy doesn’t lose his memories however, he also doesn’t get to keep Cosmo and Wanda as god parents, but he gets the small bottle of fairy dust that he keeps around his neck at all times for emergencies

It’s also an indicator that he’s essentially part of the magical world. Timmy was allowed to keep his memories and magic in his life for 3 reasons

Reason 1 saving fairy world countless times is one of them

Reason number 2 really just amounts to poof’s existence because I’m doing his wishes and memories under does poof

And reason number 3 Timmy is just far too ingrained into fairy culture, everyone in fairy world knows him. He’s a minor celebrity. He spent holidays there, he invented, and is the announcer for the Fairy Olympics. And to put it simply the people there know him and no other God kid has ever gotten that much notoriety in fairy world. He is one of them.

Anyway, back to the ages 32 seems like a jump, but that’s because it takes place during ‘new wish’ with Hazel. Ok hear me out for this one. I love the ending of channel chasers everyone does, but I’m also want Timmy to keep the magic in his life so a compromise.

Fairy warden Timmy you know him you love him I’ve always believed that if Timmy was gonna be anything, he was gonna be a goddamn lawyer, with the amount of times that boy has gone to court

In the episode, a wish to far Timmy makes a series of selfish wishes, and Jorgen takes him to court saying ‘hey, you don’t get your fairies anymore you suck’. Essentially, Timmy had no real defense outside of Cosmo and Wanda, who are a biased party and who Jorgan never listens to so in theory

If this is a thing that Jorgan regularly does, I feel like the kids who get called on like this should get a defense lawyer, a.k.a. Timmy! Being a fellow fairy warden means he has just as much authority as Jorgen as well as previously being a human means he understands where the kids are coming from because fairies have been shown to not fully understand how humans work so tend to be biased, which is why Timmy would be the perfect lawyer on the kids side!

Anyway, Timmy is a fairy warden/lawyer

As for how channel chasers plays into this, we’ve got a double life situation going on here we’re technically, while he still works as a fairy he lives as a human (also, he’s not a full fairy just stating that since fairies are born, not made he technically qualifies as a separate species. Most people call him a pseudo- fairy. Jorgen called him a demon, and because he called him a demon. That’s technically his species name now lol)

But anyway, Tommy and Tammy exist and are still Timmy’s kids who don’t know their dad is a fairy so it’s like a gravity falls trying to figure out the mystery situation where they’re pretty sure their dad isn’t human but they don’t know what he is

Also, Cosmo and Wanda are Hazel’s godparents since they’re no longer on suspension at this point

Poof is probably like in whatever the equivalent of fairy high school is

#that was a longer rant than I intended #fairly oddparents #fop #timmy turner #text post #cosmo and wanda #magic future au #btw Tootie is the mother #but they’re divorced #but like in a chill way no hard feelings

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cherry-queens-blog · 1 month

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All Might Fanfic

ALL MIGHT X READER

Summary- You had met Toshinori Yagi (all might) at a small coffee shop and since then he had been meeting you there every morning. He ends up having catching feeling for you but he is to shy and beyond nervous to tell you. He does eventually tell you though.

Content- confessing feelings, All Might (Toshinori Yagi) X reader, romance, Sfw.

Note- This was an idea that popped into my head while watching the show. I heard it has been done but I legit could not find any stories on this so idk. If you guys have the link please send it my way id love to read it!.

I REALLY LIKE YOU

It had been a pretty tough week for you since your business had been getting packed with customers and everyday now and it was really exhausting on you. One morning you got up from bed, brushed your teeth, washed your face, your usual routine before heading out to open up the store you run for the day. It was about 6 in the morning when you decided to stop by this small coffee shop so you could get yourself a coffee before going to work. You got in line behind this man who stood in front of you wearing a white T-shirt, baggy pants, yellow hair that was a bit crazy, pretty thin too. You didn't pay to much attention to him, all you wanted was to just get your coffee and head out but something about him seemed rather familiar to you, like you've seen him before but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

When the line moved up and the man started to order you had recognized his voice as well. After a few seconds it had finally clicked. No way this was All Might himself standing in front of you, there is no way right? you thought to yourself.

"Excuse me"

You said slightly interrupting him from putting his order in. He quickly paused, looking at you with his sunk in eyes that went a bit wide and were a pretty blue color. He smiled a bit not being even the slightest bit annoyed that you had interrupted him.

"Yes?"

He said keeping eye contact with you.

"Sorry for interrupting I was just wondering are you... all might by any chance? you seem really familiar, sorry if I am mistaken I just feel like I've seen you before."

You stated nervously, putting your hand on the back of your neck. He smiled again, slowly nodding his head, confirming you were in fact right about that statement.

"please no need to apologize, and yes, that's me"

He replied with a slight chuckle, His smile seemed so gentle and genuine. You thought it was kinda cute how he was acting and chuckled yourself.

"oh good it's quite nice to meet you, if you don't mind could I buy your coffee for you?"

This caught him a bit by surprise as you offered to buy the coffee for him. He couldn't deny that to him you seemed so kind hearted, and just so sweet. He found you absolutely adorable but, he didn't want you to buy his coffee for him.

"ah well um.."

"please, I insist"

You said with a smile. You could tell he didn't want you to spend your hard earned money on him but you wanted to especially after all he has done to keep everyone safe.

"haha alright alright, I'll accept your offer"

Once he accepted you turned to the cashier with a cute smile painted on your face.

"His coffee and a hazelnut iced coffee please"

Once they put the order in the worker told you the total and you paid. You stepped aside with All Might waiting for the coffees to be made. He couldn't but feel a bit touched by your gesture towards him.

"Thank you for this.. really"

He said making you look at him.

"It's no problem really"

"well it was very kind of you to do that for me"

He said. It was clear that the fact you were this nice to him and weren't acting like some crazy fangirl like everyone else would've made him feel appreciative and quite happy. He didn't quite know how to respond to it, but this feeling was so foreign to him, especially in his current position, that it was actually comforting him in some way. The way you were acting made him feel at ease, not worrying about his weaknesses or frailty anymore. You didn't quite know how to respond either for a moment before letting out a slight chuckle.

"Well I try to be as friendly as possible haha.."

Toshinori chuckles a bit feeling his heart flutter a bit at your cute smile while enjoying the time he is spending with you right now before he has to leave to the school.

"haha yes I can see that... you're a very kind person"

He says genuinely meaning it. The coffees are soon ready and set on the counter. You grab yours while Toshinori grabs his. You give him a nice smile as you hold your coffee in your hands.

"Well i should get going now, enjoy your coffee All Might"

You wave at him goodbye before taking your leave out the door of the shop and walking to work.

"Bye"

He mutters softly, watching you leave the coffee shop thinking about the interaction he just had with you. He couldn't help but feel a little more confident in himself, feeling happy but still nervous at the same time while taking a sip of his coffee. As the day carried on you were quite busy at work with costumers, feeling ready to close up and head home to have dinner and rest up in bed. The day was quite hectic as it usually was but you were pretty used to it by now since you had been working in the store for about 3 years now.

Meanwhile Toshinori couldn't stop thinking about you. You were just such an amazing person and just the cutest he has ever seen and your personality was just one of an angel. He wanted to see you again and be able to talk more, get to know you better. The thoughts of you playing in his mind none stop, he just really liked you, a lot too.

As the weeks passed by, he would stop by the coffee shop, hoping to see you again, which you always did show up at the same time everyday. It made happy being able to have a cup of coffee while chatting with you, being able to spend his mornings with you. The weeks soon turned into months of getting to know one another, having laughs, and enjoying each others time together. Toshinori started to develop deeper feelings for you, feeling more and more secure around you with every passing day. But he was shy, and absolutely nervous, unsure of how to go about this. He really wanted to show you his emotions he felt towards you and just admit how much he really liked you... but he didn't know how. He also felt worried about the possibility that you won't feel the same way and didn't wanna make things awkward between the two of you.

When Monday arrived you showed up wearing a turtle neck shirt, nice pants, nice jacket, with your hair up. When you see Toshinori you smiled. You walked up happy to see him again. He always made your mornings better even when you were unbearably exhausted.

"Hey Toshinori! how is your morning so far?"

You said as you approached him. He was sitting at his usual table sipping his coffee when he looked up and seen you, a smile forming on his face. You looked so nice today, he thought to himself.

"Hey Y/N.. my morning is definitely a lot better now that you've shown up"

He said while his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. You sat down across from him, you didn't order a coffee yet, you just sat down with him instead of ordering.

"I am glad to hear that. I hope the days haven't been too harsh on you."

He chuckled softly at your words. He really enjoyed having you here and talking with him. He was happy to see you today, feeling a bit better about himself.

"Thank you, and things have been pretty rough for me but, I am managing"

"oh. I'm sorry to hear that. At least you are managing through it though. What's been going on Toshinori?"

You asked feeling a bit concerned for him. You were hoping it wasn't anything to serious that is happening to him. He paused for a minute contemplating if he should tell you. You had shown him so much kindness, but he didn't wanna burden you with his problems.

"I... don't like talking about it much"

He responded while looking down at his coffee. You nod respecting his wishes to not talk about it.

"That's okay. Lets just enjoy the morning, alright?. Here let me go get myself a cup of coffee and we can talk about something else"

You said before getting up and walking over to the register and putting in your usual order. He nodded with a slight smile, feeling happy that you were willing to change the topic. He watched as you placed your order. He just found you so damn adorable. Once it was ready you grabbed your coffee and joined Toshinori at the table again.

"Hey can I ask you something?"

You look at him as he says that feeling a little nervous about what it is he wanted to ask you. You nod giving him the okay to ask you"

"sure.. what did you wanna ask me?"

You responded while looking at his blue eyes. He hesitates for a moment, feeling nervous about what he was about to say to you since it was personal. He pushed himself to go through with it, since he had built up some confidence over these past few days.

"Um... would it be alright if I admit something to you?"

You were more curious now about what he wanted to admit. This was new to you, and you were feeling nervous about what he wanted to say.

"Yeah of course Toshinori"

He took a deep breath, his heart now racing inside his chest. He had been thinking about doing this for awhile now, but now seemed like a good time to tell you. He looked straight at you with a calm expression hoping this would be the right decision to make.

"I've grown very fond of you. Over these last few months, I've come to really like you, I just... I developed feelings for you,... these feelings developed a long time ago, but it's something I have felt for a long time now. I didn't want to admit it due to the circumstances and the fact that this is kind of awkward to confess"

Toshinori said as he looked down at his coffee. You were a bit stunned to hear him admit that to you.

"So... do you want to like... date me?"

You asked wanting to make sure you had heard him correctly. He nodded his head, his eyes still on his cup, a faint blush painting his cheeks a bit from the fact he had made it so obvious what he was trying to say.

"Y-yeah... that's it, and I know this is random, it's just that I've felt this for quite some time now. I don't want to push you, or scare you away, but this is something I felt i needed to say"

You couldn't help but actually blush at his words. You were surprised by his confession but you also couldn't tell him no since you felt the same way about him but you also didn't have the courage to tell him either and you were so happy that he admitted it first.

"Why didn't you say so sooner Toshinori? hahaha"

You laughed a bit.

"Say how about we go to the movies this weekend, as a date?"

As you said that his face lit up a bit, shocked by your response. He was more than sure you would reject him but, you didn't. Toshinori felt more than happy that you had felt the same way about him, feeling like a million buck right now.

"R-Really, you want to go out with me?"

He said just to make sure you were being serious. You smiled at him, feeling excited to go out with him. He was just so adorable, just so cute to you.

"Yes I'm serious. I'll be more than happy to go out with you."

He couldn't help but smile at your response. You actually seemed so ecstatic, and seeing you be so excited and happy made him even more happy. He never went out on a date with anyone before, but something told him this will be a memorable one.

"So, we have an official date... this coming weekend?"

"yes we do Toshinori"

#fan fiction #fanfic #yagi toshinori #mha toshinori #toshinori yagi x reader #my hero academia toshinori #all might #my hero acadamy #my hero academia

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marrfixated · 9 months

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Pinned post/My info:

Last updated May 29, 2024

TL;DR: Marr, he/she/they, neurodivergent, Total Drama (Alenoah, Priyemma, etc), fanfiction, sideblog @priyemma

Im goofin!

Hello! My name is Marr! I use He/She/They, whatever. I’m Omni, Bigender, and Aspec. I’m cool with any gendered terms, and I pretty much use them interchangeably myself. Gal, guy, neither, whatever!

I have ADHD and anxiety (both diagnosed) along with other things, but those are the ones I’ll probably talk about on here the most. I’m mixed White and Latina (plus Native) but fairly white passing. I speak English and want to learn Spanish, but I’m definitely not fluent. American, and a lot more “country” than I realize lol (I’m a midwestern gal)

Right now im really into Total Drama. It’s one of my longest lasting hyperfixations so far! I also post about a few other things, like House M.D and Dungeon Meshi. (More likely reblogging those things though)

Specifically in Total Drama I mostly post about Alenoah and Priyemma. Recently been talking about the newest Reboot season (and my complaints with it). I talk the most about World Tour and TDI 2023 because it’s been a while since I’ve watched all the seasons and those are the ones I remember the best. I plan to rewatch them all… someday. I haven’t even finished watching reboot s2 because it’s painful!

I love shipping! I can’t even list them all because there’s so many tbh. I am very much a multi shipper and I constantly am finding new things to ship! I try to not engage in ship hate ever, but sometimes I slip up lol. I post some less-than-positive content about Nemma on occasion or Juliayne… everything that could be considered ship hate is tagged as such and never tagged with the ship that is being slandered.

I can’t really draw, so if I ever post my beginner drawings please be nice lol 😭 I’m still developing a style and learning. I have many, many WIPs that I might share here and there. I do really want to be able to draw confidently and make art for the things I love!

I’ve started writing fanfiction again lately! It’s a struggle for a lot of reasons. Props to everyone who writes fics because it’s hard. It takes me hella long too… I have a lot I’m writing but few published lol. My user is Marrfixated on AO3, feel free to leave comments or kudos!

I’ve written four Alenoah oneshots so far. Most recently posted Contra Entendre, so go read that! I have 3 other oneshots that are somewhat written and I’ll post someday, but I’ve shifted my focus to planning some longer fics. I currently have an Alenoah AU and a Priyemma post-canon fic in the works! The latter is my main focus as I plan out the entire thing… kind of obsessed with it.

I also have tiktok @Marrfixated. I post on tumblr more than TikTok because it’s easier, but I started off there. I mainly repost (reblog) things on TikTok. I don’t really use anything else yet (except ao3). I also have a Priyemma centric sideblog on here (@priyemma), where I’ll usually reblog content from and vice versa.

You’re on thin ice if you engage in ship discourse, constantly hate on ship I like (it makes me sad 💔), or are a dsmp fan/an enjoyer of any of Vivziepop’s works (I don’t like you).

Proshippers DNI. Zionists DNI. TERFs DNI. Vivziepop defenders DNI. Dream supporters DNI. Dsmp supporters also DNI. Do some damn research. Also general DNI… I can’t list everything that makes someone a terrible person.

I might post suggestive things here sometimes, but rarely and usually jokingly. Anything like that would be tagged accordingly, and let me know if there’s something for me to add. I don’t plan to EVER post nsfw or suggestive content related to td, it makes me uncomfortable as most of the characters are minors. I do curse a lot, and reclaim the f slur on occasion. Please don’t engage in ship discourse on my account for no reason! That’s no fun.

I usually take like 3 years to answer asks or dms or whatnot for various reasons… but I swear I don’t mean any offense! I just um forget sometimes 😇 Or I post it to drafts instead… or I get nervous 😶 and sometimes idk if you just sent it or want me to actually respond so I just guess? Ummm yeah. Also they go missing a lot. Probably have to figure that out. Oops! But basically… I’m not a passive aggressive person, and I mean no ill will if I don’t answer anything

I reblog a lot, so I tag all my non-reblogs as #original post. Lazy posts are usually tagged with #shitpost. Random posts are usually tagged as #nonfandom post. My td fics are tagged as #my fanfiction, but it’s probably easier just to find them on ao3

That’s it!

#original post

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