#when they-they- love each otherrr

[deliicacymercy]

(FORGOT TO POST THIS BUT-) Commission from @/erondraws on Ko-fi of Starstreak/Wildbreak

#can u tell i love my ship #omg #so fucking cute #wildbreak #starstreak #tf oc #tfrid oc #tfrid 2015 #wildstreak #when they-they- love each otherrr #also wildbreaks :3 when he sees starstreak is EVERYTHING TO ME

[dizscreams]

Jack Champion Drabble! 🥳

Pairing: Jack Champion x gn!actor!reader

Summary: You and Jack are at an interview for Avatar and it’s rlly obvious how much you like each otherrr. FLUFF

A/N: Just smth i thought abt lmao it’s super random but it’s cute nonetheless! enjoy, lovelies :)

“Hi, I’m Jack Champion and I play Spider.”

“Hello, I am y/n and I play Ivy.”

You both had a bright smile on your faces as you introduced yourselves. While doing interviews could be exhausting you were glad to be with Jack, you two had gotten closer since working and basically growing up on the set of Avatar together.

“Perfect! So, y/n I’ll start with you. You were great in this film, uh what can you tell me about how you got into Avatar and the first time you remember watching it?”

You slightly nod and smile gently before answering, “Thank you! Um I guess it was like years ago now” you laugh “I think I was like 7. I used to love Avatar-“

“Used to?” Jack cuts you off with a goofy smile “you don’t love it anymore?!”

The interviewer laughs as you slightly nudge Jack from where you were sitting. “If you would let me finish! I used to love Avatar and still do, but I’d watch it every day and then I heard about auditions and I think I auditioned when I was 12 or something like that- but yeah. I just knew I wanted to be a part of this franchise.” You made eye contact with the interviewer as you spoke confidently.

Jack admired you while you talked, he didn’t understand how you could talk so perfectly off the top of your head. He didn’t understand how you could be so pretty either, he’s had a crush on you for years now but didn’t want to ruin or make anything awkward between the two of you. He liked your dynamic as it was and he didn’t think you felt the same.

“Jack?” Snapping his head in the direction of the voice, it was the interviewer. “Oh sorry, yeah?” You slightly chuckled and he looked at you with a shy smile. The interviewer kindly re-asked the question, “I was wondering about you and y/n. The two of you seem to have gotten really close, how would you describe your relationship?” If you squinted you could see the slight smirk on the interviewers face.

“Oh man, umm” he bounced his leg up and down and thought about how to answer this without anything being taken out of context by the fans or have some crazy rumor start. You smiled as you watched the gears in his head turn. He always looked so cute when he thought about what to say, but you could tell how nervous he was. You gently patted his thigh and he looked at you, you leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You don’t have to answer it, you know?”

He smiled and shook his head, telling you he was fine. He looked back at the interviewer, “I’d say I’d describe our relationship as a once in a lifetime experience. It’s not every day you meet someone who has exactly the same interests as you or you click with instantly and I think that’s how it is for us. We just get and understand each other on a level I’ve never really had with another person and I think, I think that working on this movie together really helped that. I think our relationship is something really special-” He realized he was rambling and talking with his hands and suddenly got embarrassed. “and yeah” he said with a nervous chuckle as he put his hands to his sides.

The interviewer awed and you looked at him with slightly wide eyes that held nothing but love. What Jack wasn’t aware of is that you had a crush on him as well. If you were being honest, sometimes it annoyed you at how oblivious he was.

You couldn’t help the grin that adorned your face and you felt your face get a little hot. You could tell he really meant what he said, that’s what you loved about him. He was so sweet and kind without even trying.

He noticed your smile and looked away getting nervous again, the entire interview ended up being you and Jack looking at each other than looking away with giddy smiles. Jack thought he was being subtle until he looked at the YouTube comments about a week later.

“they are so cute!”

“are they dating?? I’m genuinely confused??”

“AWW THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER”

“new ship unlocked”

He shook his head with a laugh and put his phone down on his stomach. He was lying back on his bed and he covered his face with his hands. There was no way you didn’t know now or maybe you really didn’t feel the same. He had gotten hopeful at the end of the interview when you asked him to go out for lunch but to his dismay nothing happened. What he wasn’t aware of was that you were going to ask him to be your boyfriend but chickened out.

He felt his phone vibrate, signaling he had gotten a notification. Looking down at his phone a grin took over as he read the text from you.

You sent a screenshot of the comments on the YouTube video and said “I think they know we like each other. What do you say we go out on a date?” Just as he was about to respond with a yes, you sent another text. “More than friends if that wasn’t obvious. You’re so oblivious it’s sad tbh 😬”

He laughed and decided to call you.

“You’re a jerk but yes, I’d love to.”

“Great, it’s a date! I’ll send you the info. I’ve got to go, byeee”

“Byeee!”

When you hung up you almost threw your phone as you jumped up and down. You hugged the friend you were with and told them all about it.

Jack had jumped out of his bed and ran to tell his mom.

lowkeyyyy sucks but my boy needs more fics of him! 🫶🫶🫶

tags: @beary-rambles @wekiamo @ashlesys-blog @dizzyscreams

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #avatar the way of water #spider socorro #spider socorro x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader

[hanasnx]

I was the anon with the paparazzi ask! Maybe the reader is in the entertainment industry too so the controversy is even worse maybe an actor or singer? You can decide! But imagine pics of them in the park reading together <33 (think the infamous photos of Bradley cooper and suki Waterhouse at the park) I dont think reader wpuld be too young (im a little iffy on age gaps) maybe 24?

— previous.

i’m not even gonna lie i wouldn’t care if it were younger than 24 but that last post said smthn about how “you were no more than a toddler when the prequels came out” which would totes fit 24. cos i’m 21 and i was born the year aotc came out, and i was around three when rots hit theaters. so it checks out and i didn’t even plan it that way 🤙

i didn’t know about the suki+brad pics omg i looked em up and that’s so good for hayden and reader in this scenario 😵‍💫 the way ppl would talk about how you just broke up with your ex, or he just broke up with his, and lo and behold! you’re seen cuddled up under the shade of a tree reading a book together in a park <3 you look mighty cozy with each otherrr

i love the idea of the reader being in the entertainment industry also ! i think in my head i didn’t specify but i was leaning toward actor. like imagine meeting him on set of something and things just click into place. now you’re sneaking off together <3 god!! your asks are so good i love this topic so much, anon 💕🫶

#tw age gap #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #hayden #hayden christensen imagine #starlet!reader

[lesbyers]

driving me crazy this season especially ep 7 because yes they are in love and yes they are good for each other but there is also a fundamental misunderstanding of each other and what they value. ed still (up til ep 7 at least) sees stede as something soft and gentle and ethereal that saved him and that he needs to protect, and while that may be true to an extent it negates the fact that stede actually can handle himself when needed. stede still sees ed as someone strong and sturdy and capable of leading, and while this also may be true to an extent it negates the fact that ed crumbles fast when dealing with his guilt and his fear. girl just fucking TALK TO EACH OTHERRR

#im rambling i feel CRAZYY #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #edward teach #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #mabel post

[jazz-kitty]

1, 2 , 7, 8 :3

1. favorite character[s]

ive already talked about kenneth and flora BUT! runner up is cera i think. i haven't seen her in a million years but that's okay. i think she's incredibly fucked up and i want to get her #OUT of her mental and also physical ice prison.

im preddyyyyyyy sure rn that angie is a fucked up cursed version of anju, but as "angie" she still made a servant. it just happens to be in the image of cella- taking some of her likeness & kind of her name- because even deep down the fragments of anju in angie still cares for cella. but i dont actually know. i think her dedication to angie is super fucked up and interesting though. angie doesn't care whether her meat homunculus made of illegal magic lives or dies, but cera is also so incredibly willing to lay down her life for her boss that somehow it works out. well. hopefully it stops working out bc i want cera to be able to live for herself but. AH! not much to say since it all happened like six chapters ago now sicne anyones even thought of cera but i still spin her aorund in my brain bc she's epic as hell. my friend said her ace was a morpeko :(((( thats so CUTE!!!

2. least favorite character[s]

i don't like saki or karen. what do you do when a character for most of their screentime is intended to be comedic relief and then you just don't find them funny. i feel like such a nerd but i just don't think they have jokes and theres not much else to like about them ToT at least as it stands. idk. even then i'll still draw both of them no problem i am not exactly a professional at disliking characters. my main issue with them is that they don't appeal to my sense of humor and if i'm drawing & writing them they do. so. problem solved?

erick is also kind of up there but he stays in his lane over in poison type gearen city [forgot the actual name] so he doesn't bother me as much. plus he has cat ears so he gets bonus points.

7. favorite friendship[s]

patty & cera have they ever talked? NO! have they ever talked about each other? NO! in a hypothetical situation, would it be kind of cute? YEAH!

for ones that r actually on screen though. i loveee neved & nastasia. even if it was just 1 conversation, i love their dynamic. the two most mature [AUTHORS NOTE: does not mean they are mature. just means they are not zetta geara or madelis] xen members havin a little chat and i'm TUNED IN!!!! and their shared affection for ren is so cute. they both know it's a bad idea and they BOTH tell each other it's a bad idea, and then immdiately just go Anyways, because they r BOTH going to continue caring about ren anyways. whateverrr. i think it's cute.

honorable mention delpha and adam. theyr eso sweet. they love each otherrrrrrrr they make fun of each other so much but they would kill someone for each otherrr <3

8. favorite family dynamic

florin and flora you're so. i talk about them too much. florin disowning flora after finding out she's in bladestar is soooo. oh my goodness! and then trying to get her the death penalty too!!! i think about how after florin says that he just wishes flora would trust him more- that he's there for her, if only she'd let him be- flora says THIS

its so. god dude. i feel like it's not just that flora was leading bladestar, but selfishly- florin cares more about the fact that flora never told him about it. and its soooo. oh my god. both of them care[d] about the other so much but are far too fucked up to ever be able to show it. flora feels like she's the only one who can ever get her job done- especially after rune turned her down- and she wants to keep florin SAFE by keeping him out of everything. and florin just wants to BE THERE for his SISTER!!! without understanding until darchlight cave why she's making it so difficult to!!! god!!! it's so evil how many times things could've gotten better and how many chances flora had to just let her brother love her and how every single time she refuses and florin gets pushed a little closer to the edge of a metaphorical cliffside. me when im in a lack of communication challenge and my opponent is flora who thinks letting her brother think she hates him and actively trying to get him to hate her is the simplest way to handle things. i hate rejuv

#jazzask #ive been awfully busy as of late but im excited to get back to playing rejuv soon... #just started chapter 15 last i played! im nearly thereeeeeeee

[softconversationinthenextroom]

not gonna lie. i am kinda in love with the way these tma rp blogs do their characters. it’s totally anachronistic and sort of out of character because none of them are that straightforward in the show. but. it is so beautiful and warm and comforting when they are. when they tell each other they need them to stay.

this is not meant to be anything weird i just find it very comforting when characters who have constantly had issues due to blocked communication etc finally just say things and then the just saying things becomes something everyday and mundane and normalized and they love each otherrr

#magpod #mag #the magnus archives #magpod rp #rp blogs #never thought I’d be talking abt this #lmaoooo #oh well #nat rambles #scintr rambles #i need to figure out something w those two names

[onyourhyuck]

Did you just posted the second season of his karma AND started a jaemin series? GOSH YOURE AMAZING

I love how your oc's are strong fierce womans I fell in love with areum and now I'm starting to fall in love with mirae

I also love your jeno series, the way areum came back into his world so easily and i really want to see her interactions with jaemin hmm the love triangle is so good

Another thing that I love is areum friendship with hyuck and her motherly relationship with jisung

About jaemin, is he really going to be with mirae for just one month hmmm I don't think so hehe

Anyways I'm really looking forward to your works. Have a great day

YES INDEED I DID POST A TONNN OF CONTENT FOR Y’ALL!!! 🫶🏻🥺 I gotta make sure to feed everyone haha!

Omg I’m so HAPPY that you enjoy the strong independent woman agenda in my writings and character development!! I really freaking love when there are woman in shows comfortable in themselves and very just, strong? like brave, fearless etc. i don’t like it where there are woman who are looked down upon 🥲

NCOSMX JAEMIN ISN’T BACKING FROM AREUM BUT YK, HE WILL SHOOT HIS SHOT 😃 even though areum and jeno are falling hard for each otherrr. I have lots of things planned for jaemin in this series, <3 lots of drama to keep you on your toes

Pls i love how hyuck and areum went from enemies to best friends in season 1, I hope they makeup soonnnn bc hyuck defo misses his friends🥲 and jisung omg, I can’t wait to see jisung x jeno interactions where jisung’s shows his protective younger brother vibes for areum and he goes to jeno all acting tough “stay away from my sister or else!” And jeno just standing there like 🧍🏻‍♀️ LMAOAOA.

Hehe you’ll have to see for All The Wrong Reasons! but I definitely feel that jaemin will fall first, mirae will take a bit longer considering she has absolute disgust towards men in general LMAOA😭😭😭😭

I HOPE YOUR DAY/ NIGHT / MORNING GOES WELL TOO!! TYSM FOR TELLING ME THIS FEEDBACK!! I NEED THEM TO LOOK AND IMPROVE ONNN~~ 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 TYSM AGAIN! STAY IN TUNE ^^

#his karma #all the wrong reasons

[legobatjoker]

bro !!! carulia....... (am perhaps thinking abt them.... abt how they r in love w each other and have trust is each other when others dont and understanding in each other even when others dont and also they are girls who flirt w each otherrr TT__TT)

ITS ABT THE UNDERSTANDING AND ALSPO THE FLIRTING like both like ough omg they r so perfect for each other and trust each other sm and also like. theyre women who r into each other and flirt. its abt both

#idk how to explain it better but theyre literally just ppl interested in each other and its cute and also they r Perfect for each other #its so good #mewtuals #castle.answers

[desideriumwriter]

Highschool to Halloween

Summary: Spencer and reader have been friends since childhood, after reader leaves moves to Quantico during their teenage years, who knew who she’d find living there years later?

Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader

Category: fluff

CW: barely proofread, that’s it.

WC: 3.3k

A/N: I’m writing fluff for once? No way! Anyways, feel free to tell me anything I can improve on!

“I just wish there was somewhere I could go, where no one would expect me to be and I wouldn’t be bothered.” Spencer sighed as he stared at the drink section of the convenience store you worked at.

“I know a place.” You grinned as you walked over and opened the backdoor.”

_________

“Y/n, won’t this get us in trouble?” He said nervously as you climbed up the ladder on the back of the building.

“It’s fine, I do it all the time. No one comes here after 9:30 and tomorrow’s my last day working here anyways. Now get your ass up here.” You went on the last step of the ladder and hopped onto the roof.

You looked over the ledge at him smiling, waiting. He had his arms crossed as he looked around anxiously.

“Spencer, no one’s gonna find us here, I promise. Now come on, please.”

“Fine.” He sighed and began to climb up.

_______

“You turn seventeen tomorrow and you’re already in college and studying chemistry and all that shit while I’m over here failing history. I don’t know how you do it.” You laid next to each other on the cold concrete of the roof.

“I don’t know either, I just…do it, I think.” He shrugged and you huffed out a laugh.

“You know, I was thinking maybe you should be in the FBI or something, what’s that one unit the uh…oh! The BAU! Where they have those profiler dudes, the ones that catch killers and stuff.”

“Hm, that would be cool.” He shrugged.

“I’m serious! Think about it! Spencer Reid, the number one profiler in the world.” You dramatically said in one of those ‘cool guy’ voices.

“Look, you could probably solve the cases in like under an hour or some shit. Hell, you could probably solve the zodiac killer case if you had access to it.” You sat up.

“Plus, it's in Quantico, and I’m moving there soon and I’m most likely gonna go to some college there, sooooo...” You drawled out.

“We could be close to each otherrr” You sang and poked him.

“Are you just trying to get me to move up there to be with you?” He teased.

“No! Fucking Christ, Spencer, you have so much potential and talent and I don’t think you even recognize it. You’re gonna do amazing in life.” You laid back down.

“You will too.”

“Nah, I’m gonna be a struggling film student. Making crappy horror films in a abandoned house or something.” You sighed

“Well, I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t believe you either.”

You both sat in silence for a little while. Watching the sky turn into an orange and purple gradient mix.

“God, I’m gonna miss this.” You blurted out.

“Miss what?” He looked over to you with his brows furrowed.

“This. Hanging out with you. It’s gonna suck when I leave.”

“Yeah, it really is. Hey, you never told me when you were going to move?”

“Next week.” You mumbled.

“What?” He sat up.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner.”

“It’s alright.” He sighed.

Once again you sat in silence together, taking in the cold October breeze, listening to leaves rustling around and the cars go down and up the streets.

“y/niminlovewithyou.” He sputtered out. It took you a moment to process what he just said.

“What?” You turned your head to him.

“I’m..in love with…you.”

“Oh.” You weren’t sure how to respond in this situation. You didn’t have the time to anyways. He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss, just for a second you leaned into the kiss, then pulled away.

“Spencer, I’m moving away next week.I’ll be-“

“2,421 miles and 36 hours away” He cut you off.

“Exactly, I’ll be on the whole other side of the country. Listen, I love you Spencer, but I don’t think I love you like that.” Your heart broke at your own words. You did love him like that, you just wouldn’t accept it. You would’ve been as heartbroken as him if you did.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered.

“It’s cool, we can still be friends, right?” He tried to fight back tears.

“Of course, of course.” You pulled him into a tight hug.

“I care about you Spencer, I love you.”

Just not like that. He thought.

You stayed quiet and just held him, you held each other. You had to lock up the store and go home. After you offered to take him home, he declined politely and rode his bike home.

You closed your car door and took a few shaky breaths. You gripped onto the steering wheel and laid down your head on it. Letting a few stray tears fall. You convinced yourself it was for the best, you pulled yourself together and drove home.

———

You lifted the last boxes into the u-haul truck. Taking a final look at your empty garage and pulling down the door.

Spencer was outside waiting on the sidewalk. You jogged up to him and gave him one last hug.

“See ya, boy genius.” He let out a sad laugh.

He went inside his house and you hopped in the truck. He watched you from the window and you did the same from the car.

Most of the car ride, you cried. Leaning your head against the window and letting out quiet sobs.

Your mom reached her hand over to squeeze your shoulder and pet your head and rub your back, telling you she’s sorry and that it’s gonna be okay and calling you sweetie, trying her best to make you feel better.

It helped a little bit better when she pulled into a fast food drive thru and got you both milkshakes. The rest of the trip you either slept or looked out the window and listened to whatever music was playing on the radio.

————-

You and Spencer kept in touch for a little bit after you moved. Talking to each on messenger or talking over the phone.

SR: How’s history going?

Y: its killing me fml

SR: What does “fml” stand for?

Y: fuck my life

SR: Oh, okay. Also, what does “idk” and “ttyl” stand for? No one will tell me when I ask. They just laugh.

Y: I don't know, talk to you later

SR:Alright, bye!

Y: NO LOL that's what it means: idk means i dont know and ttyl means talk to you later

SR: Oh, thank you!

After a while it slowed down and you weren’t talking to each other as much. You both were caught up in your work or your own lives.

Once you started college, it stopped. Neither of you messaged each other, you were too caught up in your own lives. You knew it wouldn’t last, and it didn’t, so you had to accept it and go on. _______

It’s been about eight years since you stopped talking to Spencer. 

You sat in a coffee shop while doing some work. Sitting peacefully and listening to the music playing through your earbuds.

While checking your email, you got a new one.

Hi.

That’s all the subject said. Your heart started beating and your stomach twisted. You didn’t know how to react. Maybe you were just imagining it from the lack of sleep you’ve gotten the past few days? Maybe it was a different Spencer Reid?

You shakily moved the pointer to the email and opened it.

Hi, y/n. This is Spencer. I know we haven’t talked for a long time but, I wanted to tell you I live in Quantico now. Idk if you still live here but I do. So, if you do, message me back (if you want to) and hopefully we could meet up and catch up. Only if you want to and feel comfortable doing so. Thanks.

P.S - Working for the FBI now! I’m in the BAU. lol.

A tiny smile appeared on your face after reading the last line. Did he really listen to your 17 year old self saying nonsense? Plus look at him, using slang acronyms.

You took a minute to sit back and decide what to do. You sat up straight and clicked the reply button.

Hey, Spencer. I’m still here! It would be cool to catch up and chat and shit lmao. Here’s my number:

You put in your phone number, sent the email and closed your laptop. You’ve done enough work today. You walked down the sidewalk, your apartment complex wasn’t too far from the cafe, the walk was nice and calming, but it didn’t stop your heart from racing. 

As soon as you closed your door, your phone rang. A number you weren’t familiar with but suspected it was Spencer.

“Is this y/n?” His voice was small

“Is this Spencer?” You teased.

”Hi.” Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he had that cute smile on his face that he always try to fight back.

“Hi.”

“I would’ve texted you but I…don’t have a phone. A modern phone.”

“What? Do you have a rotary phone or something?” You joked and flopped down on your couch.

“Yeah!” He pipped.

“Are you- I’m not even surprised. You’ve never been one for technology.” You laughed.

You two talked for a little bit, not going too into detail about your lives, just basic stuff. You both decided to meet at the cafe you just went to. ________

As you were walking to the cafe you saw a tall, slender man in crutches. You slowed down and squinted your eyes. When you realized who it was, you immediately started jogging to him.

“Oh my god! Who the hell is this? You’ve got all this hair and…a broken leg?” You squeezed him in a tight hug then gestured from his hair to his leg.

“Knee. Broken knee. I got shot.” He said way too calmly.

“What?” You yelled loud enough for a few people walking by to turn and look at you.

“I was on a case and was protecting a doctor who was being threatened. He was about to get shot and I pushed him out of the way and got hit. I also got anthrax this year.” He shrugged, your eyes went wide and jaw dropped.

“What? Okay, you gotta stop, this is gonna make my head explode.” You pinched the bridge of your nose and laughed.

He told you the anthrax story, getting kidnapped, Gideon, other cases he’s done, updating you on his mom, outside of work things, seeing his dad, and his coworkers. Just crazy shit.

“Oh my god, dude. Well, moving on from all the depressing shit, when can I meet the Emily Prentiss and Penelope Garcia?” You smirked.

“I’m sure Garcia's looking you up right now, I told her I was meeting you.”

“Oh, Jesus. She can see my record right? Because that means she’ll be able to see the amount of speeding tickets I’ve gotten, she can see that right?” You put your head in your hands out of embarrassment.

“She can see more than that.” He grinned.

You groaned and slumped back into your chair. ______

You walked around town together after leaving the cafe. It felt like old times, walking in the windy October weather, hearing the leaves rustle down the street. Cracking jokes, even though  neither of you understood each other's jokes. He asked if you wanted to see his new apartment that he just moved into. Of course you said yes.

When you walked in all you saw were books and boxes, he wasn’t done unpacking completely, so there wasn’t much except a couch and multiple shelves…full of books and a few other items. Also Halloween decorations, he’s always been obsessed with Halloween. Of course they would be one of the first things he has out. Every year you would’ve forgotten to pick out a costume if it wasn’t for him, constantly bugging you about it and persuading you into dressing up.

“Come on! It’s never too old to dress up! It’ll be fun! We can watch scary movies, hoard candy, hand out candy?”

“Spencer, it’s in two weeks and I haven’t even thought of what I want to be.”

“That’s enough time to come up with one and get it! I can help you, we could have matching costumes!” He had the most joyous look on his face, trying to get you to dress up this year. You smiled as you shook your head and rolled your eyes.

“Pleeeeeease? I will one-hundred percent make sure it will be one of the funnest nights of your life.” He begged and grabbed your hands.

“Fine! I’ll dress up for Halloween. You got any ideas?” You giggled.

“Oh, I have many ideas.” He grinned.

You went together as Doctor Who characters, he dressed up as the 4th Doctor while you dressed up as Sarah Jane, his companion. 

After the night was over Spencer would already be planning his next costume, you would say that this was the last time you would dress up. You dressed up every year.

You looked through the shelves, it was mostly psychology or science or sci-fi or his nerdy genius books, there was some literary fiction.

On one of the shelves it was just memorabilia, a framed photo of him and his team, cards from his mom, a small photo album, and a coin.

“A sobriety coin?” You muttered to yourself. He heard you.

“I had a problem with dildaud after being…kidnapped. Not anymore. Three years, nearly four.” He tucked in his lips.

“Oh, well..that’s great.” You said softly as you put the coin back, you didn’t ask any questions about it afterwards, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, you decided to take a look through the photo album.

There were multiple photos of his co-workers, one of a brightly dressed blonde woman with chunky jewelry, that had to be Penelope. There was photos of him as a kid, photos of his mom, and photos of you and him together, then also photos of only you.

One of them was you and him sitting on a swing set, both smiling and you were tugging on his purple scarf playfully, it was the same scarf you gave him that same day as an early Christmas gift. He wore it any time he could, he still does seeing from the coat rack. 

Another one was a snowball flying midair from your hand...towards him. You audibly laughed looking at it because that memory was burned into your mind.

It was one of the only times it snowed heavily in Las Vegas, you practically dragged Spencer out of his house for him to at least stand in the snow or make a snowman with you.

“Come on! Let’s have a snowball fight!” You urged.

“I’d rather not due to the amount of-” You groaned, interrupting his sentence.

“Nope! Nooooo more germ talk. Snowball fight! Snowball fight! Snowball fight!” You chanted.

“It’s been proven that eighty-five percent of particles found in snow were bacterial! They can absorb tox-” Right as he wasn’t looking you hit him in the knee with a snowball.

“Ow! What the hell? Ah, stop!” You continued to throw more at him.

“No! You made me dress up for Halloween, so I’m making you have a snowball fight with me!”

“y/n! I’m serious! The chance of getting sic-ouch!”

“The chance of you ruining my fun with these facts is a hundred percent! But the chance of you having fun if you stopped worrying and started having a snowball fight would be a thousand percent! Now shut up and start throwing! Ow! See there you go!” He hit you with one right in the stomach.

You chased each other around like idiot children, giggling and slipping as you tried to grab snow while still running after another, constantly missing and teasing each other for it until you both fell and laid there on the ground out of breath.

The photos in the album of only you were mostly candids, you remember when he showed you you would always get embarrassed and say you looked horrible, but he disagreed.

You closed the album and set it back on the shelf, then sat down on his couch, your eyes scanned the table with more books on it, neatly stacked. He’s always been such an organized person.

“I’m convinced you’ve experienced everything. You got shot, kidnapped, contracted anthrax, come face to face with murderers, that’s like not even half the list.” You tried to lighten the subject somehow.

“You’ve cheated death like a billion times. I don’t know how you do it.”

“I don’t know either, I just…do it.” He shrugged.

You laughed and just gazed at him. Taking in all his features.

“What?”

“It’s just…you’ve changed, but you’re still you. You have longer hair and lost a lot of the shyness but you still wear scarfs and mismatched socks. You still love Halloween too.” You looked around at his spookily decorated apartment.

Fake cobwebs and skulls laying on shelves, skeletons and bats, orange and purple lights.

“Of course I still do, why wouldn’t I? You’ve changed too, but you’re still you.” He sat down next to you.

“Oh trust me, I know that.” You scoffed.

“But…do you dress up for Halloween? Even when I wasn’t around?”

“Actually, I do. I was Carrie, like from the Stephen King novel. I can show you pictures to prove it.”

“Hm, that’s something new. Not a day in my life I would believe you dressed up without me persuading you to.”

“Yup.” The conversation was somewhat falling apart at this point. So maybe you should take your chance in this moment of silence.

Spencer took a nervous breath.

“y/nistillloveyou.” “Spencerimstillinloveyouwithyou.” You blurted out at the same time and then broke out in nervous giggles.

“You are?” “You are?” You again said in sync.

“Yes! I couldn’t get you out of my mind, it took me so long to message you because I was nervous.” Spencer admitted.

“I promise I wanted to message you too, but I was scared you forgot about me.”

“It’s impossible for me to forget, did you ever forget about me?”

“No way, I could never. I’ve missed you everyday, and now…for some reason I just want to…” You took your chance and pulled him in for a kiss. He leaned in and your lips met.

In the middle of the kiss his phone rang.

“Sorry, it’s work. I need to answer this.”

The first thing you heard was a squeal over the speaker, who you immediately assumed was Garcia, then a quick excited rant over the girl Spencer went to see.

“Oh my god! I obviously searched her up and just aw! She’s beautiful, boy genius! She helps with movies, mostly horror movies specifically and works on sets and wait….you guys knew each as teens?” She babbled.

“Yes- wait how did you find that out?” He looked at you, brows furrowed.

“She posted some old photos on her Facebook in 2004, but look at 17 year old Spencer!” You smiled awkwardly and looked away.

“Garcia, please.”

“Sorry, sorry! Everything about you two makes my heart burst! I’ll let you two have your time alone, Garcia out!” She clicked a button and the phone hung up.

“Sorry, that was my coworker.” He let out an awkward laugh.

“It’s okay, she seems fun, when can I meet her?” You giggled.

“Well, if you meet her, then you’re gonna have to meet the rest of the team.”

“I can do that.” He leaned back in to kiss you, but was cut off by his phone ringing again.

“Ugh, I know I said I’d leave you alone but ick…we have a case. Hotch needs everyone at the table in 10. It’s an emergency, there’s been a…” You couldn’t hear the rest of the call because Spencer stood up and walked into another room, excusing himself.

A minute later he came back out in a panic.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. This is really urgent.” He said as he rushed to grab his things.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You smiled and gave him his satchel.

Before he closed the door he asked one last question.

“When can I see those Halloween photos?” He teased.

“When you get back, now go save the world, boy genius!” You giggled and saluted him as went out the door. He saluted you back and closed the door.

#criminalminds #criminal minds fic #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer x reader #spencer x fem!reader #spencer x y/n #spencerreid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fic #spencer reid angst #mgg #mgg fanfic #mgg fic #mgg x reader #matthewgraygubler #matthew gray gubler fic

[jackharl0w0]

THOT not gonna lie I would be red and shy as hell if I got the flirtatious/smooth talking Jackman treatment, especially if you just meet him for the first time.l. That thirsty bastard has me in a chokehold ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

no but like SAME!!!

jack is the type of guy that knows how to come on to you with the right balance but with the same weight and affect as if he were blatantly flirting with you. jack’s game is subtle and so if he were to get rejected or called out it would just look like he was being nice. jack is so smooth.. it would start with him coming up to you and introducing himself but it’s the EYE CONTACT and the little smirk on his face when he’s doing so that turns your cheeks all shades of red. he would probably have physical contact with you in some type of way sending a current right to your core. he turns you on but at the same time makes you feel comfortable. being flirted with by jackman is something you would just have to experience because if you tried explaining it to someone else you couldn’t and you would most likely get flustered all over again.

pleasee send more like thiss! i love bouncing ideas off of each otherrr and collaborating with you guyss! thank you for sending this conceptt love!! 🤍

#jack harlow #thotthoughts™️ #jackharlowthots #jack harlow asks #jackharlowimagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x reader #jackharlowheadcannons #jackxreader

[krabmeat]

heyyyy, just wanteddd too seee ifff youu cooulddd writteee sommmeee karlll x time!travel readerrrrr, itt coouuullddd beee flufff orr anggssttt. whateeeveerrr youuu wantttt :] (morreeeee iiinnnffooo: reeaddderrr allsooo hasss the abillitttyyy to time travelll and karlll and themmm manageeedd tooo bump intoo each otherrr innn the innbetweeeennnn. bothhh offff themm telll storries aboutttt theiir adventuresss tooo one anotherrr and arreee having a gennuinely goooddd timme! tttheeeyyyy meeet agggainn in theeee lllooosssttt cittttyyyy offff mizzzuuuuu annnnddd youuu caannn dooo whatteeeveerrrr affftteerrr thhhatttt)

sorrryyy fooor myyyy tyyyypingggg ssstyyyleeeee (cccaaaannnn i beeeeeee "beeeee annnooonnnnn" bbbutttt wiithouttt theeee draggged outtt letttterrrssss? I ussseeeeeee beeeee/aviannnn/hiveeeee/boottttleeeesssss prrroooonnnnnouuunnsssss)

𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚡 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌)

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: Karl(Isaac), Ranboo(Charles), Dream(Ranbob), BadBoyHalo(Benjamin), Quackity(Cletus)

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: they/them

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: brief mention of suggestive content, death, murder, explosions, glass breaking, cursing, weapons, water

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎:

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS HOLY CRAP!!! firstly, welcome "bee anon" (bee/avian/hive/bottles) to my account! its lovely to have you here and thank you so much for the request! i hope this adds up to what you imagined and i hope you stick around! :]]

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The In-Between. Any entity that normally roamed around there knew the place well. If you visited there, you visited often. Karl regularly roamed around the in between. The only face he saw there was his. Karl’s from different timelines traveled to the In-Between as well, but ever since he had found those ominous books that told him to steer clear of the “alternate Karl’s”, that’s exactly what he did. So seeing a new face there while roaming the brick-white palace startled him.

The stranger didn’t even get the chance to introduce themselves when Karl briskly grabs them by the arm and starts running to the room under the tree. 

“Woah-! Wait are you-“

But before the mystery person can finish their sentence, Karl cuts them off as quickly as possible.

“SSHHHH! Please hold on a second, I’ll let you know when you can talk.”

The mystery person nods and stays silent as they make their way under the big tree.

Once they arrive, Karl flops to the ground exhausted from the running.

“It’s the safest down here, no one can see what we’re doing. But that’s besides the point! Who the heck are you and how did you get here?!”

The mystery person slides down against the wall and onto the floor besides him. They think for a second, trying to recall how they had arrived. 

“I’m Y/n, I’m a time traveler and somehow I got HERE instead of the place I was planning on going to. I was walking around and I saw a bunch of the alternate versions of you around the place but I figured that if one of them were to- yknow, drag me away and under the tree, that’d be the one I’d need to talk to that isn’t a fake.” 

Karl nods in understanding before he realizes. 

“Wait- how did you know about the safety room being under the tree? Or the ‘alternate’ me’s not actually being from other realities?”

Y/n looks at Karl with a deadpan expression and leans back into the wall. They swing their arms out in front of them for dramatic effect.

“Well duh, I have an in between! You aren’t the only one, yknow. Did you get a bunch of those creepy, contradicting books from all around the place? The one that told me the useful information was in all caps, and the other one was talking about how great the place is and constantly used smiles. Not the traditional one though, like, it used the brackets instead of the parenthesis.”

Karl shoots up in surprise, they had gotten those too?! He was never aware that there were other time travelers that existed, let alone were able to get into other peoples in between! He nods, eager to ask them questions.

“So, where were you planning on going? You said you didn’t mean to come here, right?”

Y/n nods, remembering where they were trying to go previously.

“Yeah! I forgot the name, but I know that it’s some place underwater. An abandoned city or something. Enough about me though, one of the main reasons we both time travel is to tell stories, right? So tell me about the places you’ve been! Also, what’s your name? You got mine but I never got yours.”

“Ah, right- I’m Karl-!”

Karl turned around and flipped up his hoodie to show his light gray initials embedded onto the white hoodie. Y/n had a long, white robe with vine-like accents on the hems. The ends of the sleeves had Y/n’s initials on them as well.

“Well… the first place I’ve ever visited was this place I like to call….’The Town That Went Mad’! Ever play the video game ‘Town Of Salem’? It was basically that and I was like the host of it, sorta.”

Karl proceeded to explain the different personas and people to Y/n, there were people like Cornelius the Wise, Helga, Miles Memeington, Mayor Jimmy- Helgas husband, Robin the Orphan, Bob (he’s a builder, yknow), Catboy (very deep voice, no one knows why but it’s a strange contrast to the ears and tail. Mutant or furry??), and Jack the Farmer. He explained from how the orphan had tricked the entire town that he was a murderer when he was instead the Jester, to explaining what the word “dunderhead” meant in Helgas context after explaining how she ruthlessly and openly got her husband executed and then soon proceeded to sleep with Bob. 

Both of them were crying tears of laughter, listening and recalling their own stories. By the time Karl had finished telling his story, Y/n was on the ground wheezing from how funny they thought the story was.

“And your telling me they all just, DIED?! That’s so anticlimactic, I love it!”

It’s been maybe 3 hours or so of them discussing stories and laughing. As much as these two travel across the fabrics of the universe, they would have never imagined being able to finally tell someone about their travels and experiences! 

Y/n then started talking about a Sky Dynasty that lived up in the clouds in a kingdom called The Kingdom Of Synnefa. When they had dropped in, they would have fallen straight through the clouds if a kind man by the name of Galen hadn’t found them hanging off a building ledge for their dear life! Galen let Y/n drop into his wagon and he took them to get Skywalkers, shoes specifically make for walking on clouds. 

Y/n had then explained how a very old looking man who looked to be a pig hybrid approached them, asking them if they were new. Apparently the old pig man was the guardian of the Grand Library, saying how he adored the Kingdoms Greek history and fables. The funny part is that his name is Icarus, a very unfortunate demise that Icarus had in the past but apparently that was a sensitive subject for Icarus and he would get very upset if anyone brought it up.

Another 3 hours went by of this time Y/n telling their stories of their travels to The Kingdom Of Synnefa! Both Karl and Y/n were having a wonderful time chatting with one another about both the confusing rivalries between the carnivores and herbivores of the kingdom, as well as how the kingdom was slowly dying due to the mass amounts of pollution damage the “ground dwellers” have been inflicting on The Kingdom Of Synnefa.

Soon though, Y/n had to jump into their next travels- as well as Karl. They said their goodbyes to each other, both obviously upset about having to stop the fun and interesting chat. 

“Look, when I leave I’ll figure out how I got in, okay? If I don’t figure it out, it’s been a real pleasure Karl Jacobs. Anyways, off to the abandoned water city I go!” 

Karl nods and waves his hands frantically at them, eager and hopeful for Y/n to visit him again. 

“See ya around Y/n!”

Y/n then proceeds to take out a small book and pen from inside their robe. They open it and quickly scribble something down before closing it and putting away. Y/n gives Karl a last friendly smile before disappearing in a snap. Before that, they manage to give him one last message.

“Hopefully!”

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Isaac wakes up in his bed by the sea docks. Meeting what seems to be his friends and roommates, Benjamin, Cletus, Charles and Monroe. Distant arguing can be heard from the docks. One of the voices sound oddly more familiar than the others to Isaac. Isaac walks over to the dock and finds two people arguing. 

“What’s going on here? Why are you guys arguing so early in the morning!”

The two people stand up and point at each other.

“MONROE DOESNT GIVE ME BACK THE F*CKING FISHING ROD!”

“BECAUSE THE LAST TIME YOU CAUGHT A FISH YOU KILLED IT, CLETUS!”

Monroe? Their voice sounds oddly similar to someone else’s, but Isaac can’t quite put his finger on it. He looks down ignoring the minor situation, when he sees a small leather book- then it clicks. Monroe is Y/n! But before Isaac confronts Monroe (Y/n), he picks up the small leather book. It isn’t the one that Y/n had when they left Karl’s In-Between, but it instead had what looked like the directions and coordinates for The Lost City Of Mizu!

“CHARLES! GET THE F*CK OVER HERE SO YOU CAN GUIDE US TO THESE COORDS!!”

Charles walks out of the shared dockside house alongside Benjamin, I hand him the book and start heading for the boats when Monroe stops me. They whisper loud enough so that I can only hear.

“Karl? Is that you?”

“Y/n?! You recognize me!”

We get on the same boat while the others get on theirs as well, and set off following Charles to The Lost City Of Mizu.

“Okay first, we call each other Isaac and Monroe, okay? Don’t break character.”

“I don’t even know HOW I remember! Usually I don’t until I leave!”

“Well that doesn’t matter right now, just try to act like Isaac and not Karl.”

And that’s what they did. Karl was Isaac and Y/n was Monroe. 

Once they found The Lost City Of Mizu, they met a man named Ranbob. Ranbob was the last resident of the city, and offered to show the group around. Rooms and rooms of full on history! It was like a huge museum filled with information of a place Ranbob called The Dream SMP, and Karl and Y/n were eating it up. Ranbob had suddenly disappeared, but the group didn’t pay much mind of it as they were trying to get into the Tree Dome. 

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The Tree Dome room was as marvelous as it was big. The tree was absolutely beautiful, and was also the supply of oxygen for the now abandoned city- though the tree still looks to be thriving tremendously. The group spots a chest on the tree and nominates Cletus to go and retrieve it. Branch after branch and he’s finally up there! But soon after fallen and blown into oblivion because in suddenly appears Ranbob with loads and loads on TNT. Placing it all around the tree and the room, all he says is

“No one survives when they come here.”

And 

BOOM!

He sets off the TNT in the tree, Cletus. Before he died, Cletus luckily tossed the group the book he essentially died for so before reading it, the group ran out of the room and shut the iron doors.

The rest of the group had also found a book that had a key to a “Secret Room”, and very soon after they were making they’re way down a certain “Secret Room” only to be met with another book and a room to the side full of lava parkour. Apparently the last person to try and make it past the lava parkour failed, but they know the key or next clue HAS to be there, so Benjamin is nominated to do the lava parkour, failing and falling into the lava on the final step. Bravely after watching his friend die, Isaac (Karl) decides he’s gonna take a go at the parkour, and succeeds! He gets the key and directions to the final room before they can escape and heads to the final room with Monroe and Charles.

The final room is...strange, to say the least. Black brick walls and flooring, the walls lined with diamond armour and weapons. At the end of the small hallway rested what looked like a terrarium. One of the walls were made of glass so they could look in, and what they saw wasn’t what they were expecting. A normal flat biome with grass blocks, a mini cave in the corner that had a few gold ores in it if you looked hard enough, and the strangest of all was the statue of a looming, smiling, green figure in the very center. 

“Everyone had a person they idolized.”

Ranbob suddenly appears, interrupting the 3 taking in the room.

“Ranbob? Dude what the f*ck?!”

Y/n reaches for one of the diamond axes lining the wall, when suddenly Ranbob unsheathes a netherite sword. 

“Don’t touch anything.”

That’s enough to get Y/n to back up from both the weapons AND Ranbob. 

“How are you even here? We thought you DIED!”

But Ranbob didn’t seem to be bothered nor wanted to be bothered by such minuscule questions, and instead walked towards the glass of the terrarium. 

“This is my idol. His name is Dream.”

“Was he a good person..?”

Karl questioned hesitantly. He didn’t wanna anger or irritate Ranbob after seeing what he said to Y/n.

“Hmm, yes, he’s a good person. Depending on what you think.”

Karl walks up to the glass and shatters an opening with his elbow. He, Charles and Y/n step into the terrarium, observing the statue and its habitat more closely. But they didn’t get the chance to say much more. Ranbob unsheathes his sword for the last time, trapping everyone inside the terrarium. 

“No one makes it out alive.”

GASP!

“What the- where are we?”

…

“Y/n…? Y/n! Your back!”

#tales of the smp #lost city of mizu #time travel #bee anon #fluff #x reader #mcyt x reader #reader insert #dsmp

[sir-sunny]

(Lavender)

aww your tags are so nice 😊 Chiaki and Gundham and Sonia always live in my brain tent free actually so I will

- All these guys so emotionally constipated it’s ridiculous. Like OBVS Sonia has issues with her emotions as a princess and Gundham is repressed in all manner of weirdly specific ways but like. Can we talk about Chiaki a bit?? Girl is so bad at expressing feelings. If you just look at her sprite lineup, you can’t tell me she doesn’t try and project that Chill all the time on purpose yo. Get these guys some therapy.

- I think Sonia’s the type who names pets and such after fictional characters or celebrities, with like. The full names, first and last, honorifics and titles and all. Gundham ofc also named his hamsters after media he enjoys in some way but like. “Subtle”. In quotes. Can’t have people thinking he’s some kind of nerd lol. Chiaki’s the kind who names pets dumb things like Spatula or full movie/game titles. [Chiaki Voice] These are my beloved cats, Ace Attorney Investigations 2 Prosecutors Path and Cheese Grater.

- I know you don’t know dnd but listen. Sonia would play a Barbarian, Gundham would multiclass into like. 3 different spellcasters. And Chiaki would minmax whatever she plays but prefers artificer. Just trust me I’m a scientist.

- Gundham is the only one here who knows how to cook. He is maybe one of the best cooks in the cast is the thing. Like, top 5 at least, sdr2 has a lot of good cooks I think. He’s very attentive to others needs in general, his animals mostly ofc, but could rival Mahiru and Imposter for how good he is at taking care of others if he really dedicated himself to it. He’s born for that kind of thing really. Meanwhile Chiaki has a similar diet to me(bad) and forgets all her allergies as soon as she’s not dying from them, and Sonia can’t step foot in a kitchen without lighting something on fire.

- If we’re talkin specific relationship hcs, I’m generally in the Soniaki camp ofc romantically but also qpr Gundham/Sonia. They all love each other in different ways.

- In addition. Sonia is very much affectionate casually with everyone always. though it takes a sec for others to get used to it and she def has some troubles with boundaries. I definitely see her having issues with others asserting their boundaries in the first place for a bit. As a princess I don’t imagine many would’ve tried before Hopes Peak, and as much as she wishes it weren’t so she def needs to check her own ego and how she sees others on occasion, at the beginning at least.

- Chiaki does casual affection too but never initiates it unless she’s Real Sleepy. Real Tired Chiaki gets super clingy. She will drape herself over you at most and hold your hand forever at least.

- Gundham ain’t into it generally. Even further into friendships I just don’t see him as a touchy person and that’s fine, though it’s something to work through with his more affectionate classmates like Sonia and Ibuki. Hand Touching in any capacity is like Friendship 6th Base for Gundham if the free time events are any indication, though he’s definitely willing to give hugs if someone needs it. I imagine he runs cold generally, but in a comforting way. Like the cold side of a pillow

AHHEYYYYY I LOVE THEMMMM

oh these three are not great with emotions at all but i love to imagine them showing their affection in unique ways like,, sonia will let them borrow her favorite murder mystery novels, gundham will them feed his devas, and chiaki will let them win a round in a game just to see them smile aksjdhdhfj

AAAA omg i love them naming animals the dumbest things without a shred of irony akjsfgsj

awhh gundham cooking for chiaki and sonia is so cute (also i concur with the hc that chiaki and sonia cant cook for shit)

i love the way these three love each otherrr its so sweettt

sonia likes to link her arms with gumdham and chiaki when theyre strolling around the island <3 chiaki will unconsciously nuzzle her head into gundham or sonia's shoulder when she's falling asleep <33 and gundham with OCCASIONALLY gently place his hand on sonia or chiaki's shoulder when he's talking w them <3

#hrhggmrg #hm #now that i can draw again i just gotta draw these three #asks #lavender anon #sdr2 #dr #dr hcs #chiaki #sonia #gundham #sunny speaks

[angelhummel]

Wondering where this anon looks because literally every Klaine shipper I met says "Blaine is on the bottom" "Blaine is bottomest bottom to ever bottom uwu" and rarely the other way around. :/

I actually saw some Kurtbastian or Kelliott or Hevans shippers shipping those couples because Kurt can't possibly be the "bottom" and "be taken care of" when he is with someone physically smaller than him.🙄

Idk. I mean I saw a whole blog dedicated to Kurt being the bottom so something like that?? And if I liked and queued a dozen posts from that blog well, that's just my business

I just think it's sooo funny and sad and stupid and i hate it that some people have such a fucked up view of mlm relationships that they don't think someone can be taken care of by someone who doesn't fit some cliche image of Provider

Kurt and Blaine take care of each otherrr. Theirs is a relationship of equals. And I highly doubt they have a strict dichotomy of anything in their relationship, but especially top/bottom. I couldn't imagine them being 100% one way and never changing lmao

Also like. I know it's fucked up weirdo logic in the first place lmao. But why is Kurt the only one that needs taking care of?? As if Blaine of all people is totally fine and has no emotional distress that needs tending to. And if Kurt were with Sam or Sebastian or Elliott, THEY would never have any needs or reason to be cared for?? They'd just be showering their love and sympathy and affections on Kurt 24/7 and not the other way around? Sounds like a pretty shitty relationship but I guess you can't be taken care of by someone two inches shorter than you sooo...

#glee #lol glee #anti kurtbastian #lol kurtbastian #anti hevans #lol hevans #asks #answered #my thoughts #ghostpavarotti

[haitaini]

Listen, listen, LISTEN. So the fanfic I told you I was writing, yeah. I’ve decided to tell you what the plot is like bc you’re my favorite person ever🙄🤞🏽❤️. SO- The book is going to be called, “Souya’s Girl.” It’s written in third person first of all, so Y/N is Souya’s girlfriend. Bc they met first. Souya never told Y/N about Nahoya or anything about his home, yk? He never really talks about it. Ik it seems unusual for Souya NOT to talk about his fine ass brother, but anyways. He doesn’t tell her about him until their like fourth date.

Y/N is like “Oh, cool,” typa beat, right? Wrong.

Bc when Y/N first meets Nahoya, it’s not on Souya’s terms. Nahoya never really goes to school, he skips most of the time. He only comes back to catch up on all his work, just to disappear again. No one really knows where he is most of the time, not even Souya. He’s either with Toman, school, or home. If he’s in none of those places, you’re assed out. You’ll see him, when he wants to be seen.

Nahoya bumps into Y/N making all her books fly out of her arms when they have their first encounter (when his lazy ass finally brought his ass to school. But we not gon talk abt it.)

He’s a total dick to her by saying, “watch where you’re going.” Bc for some reason, he’s pissed. Not at her, Bc of otherrr reasons. Out of town reasons. Illegal reasons💀.

Anyway, they hate each other, and Y/N doesn’t tell Souya abt meeting his twin Bc she felt uncomfortable and felt like it was rude to tell her boyfriend, “hey, your brother is a douchebag. And I hate him.” Bc Souya talked about how much he loved his brother ALL the time. So she decided to keep quiet.

Then, Nahoya and Y/N have that enemies to lovers arc.

When Souya finally introduces Y/N to Nahoya. Nahoya was shocked. Baffled. He felt betrayed, but he had no room to feel like that because his actions proved he wanted to keep doing what they were doing. So, they continued.

Im on like the third chapter rn, I think I’ll release it when I have at least 10 chapters done. It’ll also be on Wattpad💀.

WAAAAAAIIIIITTTTTTT WAIT WAIT WAIT. U GON MAKE Y/N CHEAT ON SOUYA? WAAAAIIITTTTTTT 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 id read tf out of this so when you do have it out lmk ill read it

#♫ — anon #♫ — asks #ur also my fav person #my habibi fr

[esterexpsito]

sometimes it makes me sad yet i understand that carla and samuel thinks the other deserved better. but whenever they're in front of each other, the future conversation would never leave because at the end of the day, they love each otherrr. maybe that's one reason i didn't see the short as a closure because they can't even talk about it face to face...

i just think they need to grow honestly like i do believe in that moment in time as carla sent the message that she thinks they can’t work it out but you have to remember that they’re young and have gone through so much. carla still couldn’t or wouldn’t tell him about her parents yeray etc which fueled samuel’s complex about not deserving her because he thought she was ashamed of him. i hate that they boiled down their issues to money but i get that samuel is insecure and i get that they’re both scared rn. i do believe that they’ll meet again someday when they’re both ready to be in a relationship with each other

#i hope they have samuel work on that in s5 #carmuel spoilers #answered

[nbadrajhiti]

Family Feud: Part One (A series of short stories)

 On the last moon of the Fifth Umbral Moon (October 31rst) a family tradition that spanned ages and calamities was about to begin. From all over Hydaelyn, those under the Shikaree sect of Hunters would return to the sacred cliff deep in the shifting sands of the Sagolii desert. It was a deep ravine unlike any other that even the very sands of the desert danced through and flickered like small gems during the moonlit night. Though few in number, the Shikaree families had gathered non the less. Not to speak with each other, no.. but to see those that rest beyond the veil. Every year the veil between the spirit realm and Hydaelyn would weaken well enough for those inclined with the knowledge to see their dead relatives. Once the hour of midnight came. An elder amongst the tribes of Shikaree would come forward holding an urn betwixt their shaking hands, dressed from head to toe in shamanistic garb. They walked to the very edge of the sacred cliff, digging a hand into the urn to sprinkle the blessed ashes into the seeming endless void. With a few words in their ancient huntspeak, a distant glow would appear in the darkness. One by one, various spectral animals, insects, and aquatic beings would rise up from the ravine and head towards their families. For each was a deceased loved one’s spirit totem’s form. Something every Shikaree has in both life and death. With the cycle complete, the Shaman takes a final step into the ravine in sacrifice. Willingly. In their beliefs, there is no greater sacrifice then one’s wisdom.. And it was an important part of the ritual itself. With their sacrifice, a glorious dragon rises from the depths of the unknown, soaring high in the sky to preside over the ceremony.

  N’badra would wait patiently, peering through the light crowds of tribals and spirits searching and searching for her own parents in all the mix. It would’nt be long before she felt the gentle familiar nudge of a snout upon her palm, bidding her to freeze in place. Smiling and about to cry,  she turned around to spot her father in their spiritual form. A tiger. Atop the tiger’s head would be her mom in the form of a beautiful white dove. Kneeling down, the Dancer would embrace them both dearly… much had happened that year and much more in the past month that has had her questioning so many things. “You both found me…” N’badra said amidst choked tears. With a low concerned growl, N’jhiti Nunh the  Tiger would respond first. “Do not worrrry, Sunlight. You should know bettterrr then to think otherrrwise.” With a flapping of wings, N’taara the dove would come rest on their daughter’s shoulder. “It is so good to see you again, Sunlight.” The dove cood. Standing, N’badra would wipe at her tears as the emotions started to literally rain down her face. Something about being amongst a loving family in hard times had always gotten to her. Their very presence was doing much to soothe it all out of her in a positive way. “Mom. Dad. I may not be a rrrreal Shikarrree like my brrotherrrs.. And I rrreally hope they forrrrgive me some day as you both have… but I have done something with my life that I hope you both can be prrroud of.” N’badra said with heavy weight upon her voice in uncertainty. Both the Tiger and the Dove look to each other a moment with a seeming smile shared between the two. “We have been watching… howeverrr.. You need not do morre then you alrrready have, Sunlight.” The Tiger said with concern dripping from his tone. The Dove would promptly smack the back of the Tiger’s head with a low growl from the overgrown cat in response. “Forrrgive yourr fatherrr and his… fatherrrly ways.” The dove swiftly corrected before addressing N’badra with full attention. “We love you no matterrr what, Sunlight. And you must always listen to what yourrrr hearrrt tells you is rrrright.” With a nod from their daughter a smile would then come to her features… fading extremely fast when she catches eye of a familiar trio approaching.

  Like a storm cloud the three brothers approached their small gathering. N’ekram the oldest took lead, stopping just short of getting into N’badra’s face while the other two lingered off to his side to later circle around the Dancer, weapons in hand. “Mom. Dad. I see you have been speaking with the trraitorrr.” Stated N’ekram to his sister, N’badra with a precise punch to his words. N’badra would scoff and roll her eyes, folding arms across her chest to take a defensive stance. Every year they had to come and ruin the moment with their very presence. “Hahaahahahaahaaa~! Oh yes, oh yes! The trraitorrr rrreturrrns!” N’barkat added onto his eldest brother’s statement with a maniacle flair. The last of the three, stared with a clenched fist as the grip of his scythe only tightened. “I should have yourr head herre and now forr yourr betrrrayal.” Said the youngest, N’asad. Squawking, The mother flies above all four siblings. “I will not have you all rrrruining this day forr us again this yearr! Have you all no rrrespect forr the dead? Let alone each otherr?! You should all be ashamed!” Prowling with a leveled stature the Tiger would make his way over to the brothers. “As much as yourr sisterrrr has done wrrrong. She was forrrrgiven. The rrrrules arre not absolute, my boys. Family, is just as imporrrtant then holding up trrradition.” N’badra crumbles to the ground between her three brothers, shaking her head violently. “Everrryone stop please, please! This is not what I need rrright now at all!” She let out in a panicked voice. N’asad would squat down next to her, whispering tauntingly into her ear. “Just like we did not need you abandoning us afterrrr fatherrr’s death. You rrran away like a cowarrd instead of facing it with the rrest of us… you have some nerrrve even coming to a cerrremony like this.” At this moment, the crowd was gradually levitating away from the feuding family for a new elder to come forward and approach them. His tone was stern as it was shaky with old ripe age. “I am going to have to ask you all to leave. This is not a place forrrr feuding. It is a place forr rrrememberrance and duty. N’jhiti.” He nods to the tiger. “N’taarra”. Then to the dove. “You underrrrstand. Rrrest now beforrrre the morrrtal chill furrtherr disrrrupts yourr eterrnal spirrrrits.” With the words of the elder, the parents start to make their way back to the ravine from whence they came, giving their children one last look. “Do you think they will everr see eye-to-eye my love?” The tiger asked of the Dove. “All we can do is hope, my Nunh. They will need each otherrr in the long rrrun. Even if they hate the thought, it will dawn eventually. Come. Let us go back to rrest, yes?” The Dove cood in response to the Tiger who then took a leap into the ravine with the Dove following soon after; both disappearing into the glowing void of spiritual energy.

  Left in tears, N’badra remains on the ground with palms covering her green eyes from the world in both shame and regret. With the departure of the spiritual parents, the Elder would make their way away from the group once the brothers started to depart. However, one remained behind to tower over her with oppressive body language and a mocking tone to match. “You will neverrr be like us. You will neverrr carry on the family’s worrrk. Yourrr parrt in this family was wrrritten out the day you rrran out of ourrr lives. If we will not make surre of it. I will make surre of it.” Threatened N’asad before his scythe came down next to her in the sand with a loud ‘shnk’ then a slow slitting sound as he plucks the blade from the sand to join the departing brothers. Left with even less then she came with having had it torn from her, she clutches the sand between her claws as she watches her brothers leave with hatred boiling away inside her. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. Run after them and talk whatever sense she could into them.. But it was a futile cause. This was a family feud after all.

Thank you for reading! Part two soon!

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