#NONNIE I’M SORRY I YAPPED TOO MUCH

[seumyo]

hi! try this :) https://pin.it/13pr3efSy https://pin.it/135PXK007

THIS LOOKS SO FUN WHAT 😼 ofc I’ll try it out (there’s a lot of yapping under the cut WHAHHEJW)

HAIKYUU!! VER. + MHA VER. (for those who want to try !)

The Haikyuu!! one I can definitely see, mwahaha 🙂‍↕️

My glorious underrated loml Aran as my classmate, he would not be too thrilled to have me as a classmate/seatmate for the sole reason that I talk a lot whenever I’m comfortable with the person I’m talking to (I speak too quickly irl HELPP). That or I’m just silently next to him (I have a bad case of scary resting face which makes me look unapproachable and crabbed) 😭 BUT I’M A SMART AND NICE COOKIE SO ARAN PLS DON’T BE SCARED TO APPROACH ME 🤧

HECK YES 🔥🔥 KIYOKO AS MY MENTOR 🥳 she will guide me through the basics of manager duties while I ask her about track and field (I’m unathletic as heck and embarrassed myself twice when I tried to play volleyball—I made the team though in elementary as a middle blocker 🔥🔥 but not in high school tho bcs that was a dark and tough time 😔)

Ushijima WAKATOSHI?? USHIWAKA?? give him a smooch as I step on a stepping stool 😚 He would strain his neck just to look at me whenever I talk to him and that’s just romantic 🥰🫵 pure love idk about y’all. I had a classmate in high school who was 6 flat (182.88cm) AND BOY HE WAS TALL 😮 I can’t be seen standing next to Ushiwaka because that man would get scoliosis if he was in a relationship w/ me (the only way to salvage this relationship is to just hug each other and no eye contact/kissing to save both of our skeletal systems)

RIVAL?? KAORI?? nah, that’s my bff 😋

Suna as my bff is surprising 🫣 ig we share a lot in common (probably both have mild scoliosis) I WILL BE THE RECEIVER OF HIS RANT ABT THE MIYA TWINS’ ANTICS as i cry over the hardships of being a third-year (I’m getting high school flashbacks as an incoming freshman) 😼

This confirms it. I am the middle child of the Haiba family. But the height makes other ppl question it (I’m def adopted 😨) I’M ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING 😭😭 I just match their energies well <33

Inarizaki as my school 😝 I am definitely on a scholarship bcs in no way am I able to afford that school for three years of high school🙂‍↕️ (I’m cooked cause I barely pass scholarship exams)

And Osamu as my childhood friend just ties this all together 😋

The MHA one.. now buckle up

My queen sugarplum honeybunch darling lovey dovey Momo 🙇 I love her sm. She could run me over with one of her expensive cars and I would wipe and polish the car

Bakugou and Kirishima as my bffs... I’m running 😭 jk I love them with all of my heart BAKUGOU WOULD NOT STAND MY SLOWNESS “what do you mean you forgot the formula when we’re calculating for time? we learned about this yesterday, dipshit!” isn’t he fun 🥰 my constant “huh?” would have me blown up to another dimension <33 Now Kiri, Kiri is another story. I love this man, this man and his personality. So we just get along and make manly friendship bracelets 🔥

Cementoss as my teacher.. I WOULD BE HIS FAV STUDENT NGL I love Modern Lit. My strongest subject, the light in the dark times (cough cough physics) YESSIR

RIVAL?? TODOROKI?? i can see it 🧐🧐 season 1 todoroki was cold af tho 🥶 i would cry internally if he ever rolls his eyes at me 😔 darn nepo babies 😓😓 JK I think we’d get along in the later seasons, but the rivalry would probably be academic (my self-insert quirk is just.. not built to go toe-to-toe with his ☹️)

Navel Laser.. chat my brother and I are cooked. Aoyama as my brother 10/10 but getting tummy aches after we use our Quirks + the same time as period cramps?? put me on the dnr list and never ressurect me ever again -10000/10

Sato and I just sitting next to each other like 👁️👁️

Mineta as my childhood friend—how about NO 😁

me when this silly little activity turned into an unofficial alternate version of my self-insert lore:

[orimuraa]

• That L-O-V-E - 심��윤 ↳ ┊: so cynical (badum) - le sserafim

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆a date with your hot, nerdy boyfriend who’s just so down bad for you ⨾

۶ৎ nerd!jake x fem!reader┆fluff, slight smau? (insta stories at the end)┆petnames, kissing┆wc 694

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: part three!!! sorry for taking forever TT but i’m back now!! thank you to 🍰 nonnie who has requested all three parts to this !

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

part 1 part 2

it was finally your summer break right after all your exams and hard work. jake had said he would take you out to the amusement park once you were both free from school, so here you are, standing in a short dress while jake can't help but rake his eyes up and down your gorgeous figure.

the two of you were sitting down for a calm little ride before all the extreme ones. your thighs were being way too exposed for jake's liking (because he should be the only one to be able to see that). so to fix that, he quickly took off his jacket, placing it onto your thighs to cover the exposed parts.

"what a gentleman," you giggle, before quickly choking at the sight of him now in his white tank top that showed so much muscle you wondered how you were still breathing.

"jakey~ you look so good in tank tops! how come you don't where them more often?" you tease, kissing right under his jaw. jake—feeling flustered, couldn't form a proper word as he was too shy and embarrassed to be able to function.

“well- i just thought it might get hot…and i…” jake nervously rambled, his ears burning and he suddenly felt hot under all the attention. you just laughed at how cute he was before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, telling him to just enjoy the view and that you were only teasing.

the next stop for you both was the haunted house. you were not at all a fan of scary things but you felt much safer having your boyfriend right by your side. however, once you were inside, you regretted ever walking in.

the scares were insane and instinctively, you threw your arms around jake’s waist, shoving your face into the crook of his neck to shield you from the jump scares. jake felt the blush rise up his neck but he ignored it to make sure he protected his girl and led you safely out.

after a few more intense rides, you both agreed to go on the ferris wheel to watch the sunset. yes, it was a bit cheesy, but it was still special because of your wonderful boyfriend. following tradition, you both kissed at the top, the kiss sweet yet gentle. it was perfect. the sunset illuminated your features, making you both radiate golden light.

“i love you princess,” jake whispered, leaning his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

“i love you too jakey.”

he softly pulled you onto his lap, kissing you on your lips, forehead, temple, and nose. moments like these always made him so grateful that he was able to be yours. to be the one loving you—cherishing you.

he loved the way you let him yap about random things, the way you always listened and never told him to shut up. he always got carried away talking about things he liked, yet you always let him. you found him adorable the way his eyes would light up and sparkle, and how his hands were just as expressive as his eyes. you had no idea what he was talking about, but his voice was so soothing to hear. his prominent aussie accent, the way his korean is a but slurred, and his passion in his tone, he was perfect.

at the end of the day, you both decided to take some photos to commemorate this day. there were photos of just jake looking handsome as always, or just you looking breathtaking, and there were some with the both of you, taking couple pictures that made everyone who would see it feel single.

you had brought your polaroid camera as well, so you were able to get many cute polaroids together. there were countless polaroids that scattered your bag, but a few were more special.

you had kissed jake’s cheeks, collarbones, and his jaw in some of the photos, leaving his skin stained with your gloss. it was very faint, but it was still there if you looked hard enough.

you ended the perfect date with so many memories, and the cutest polaroids in your phone cases.

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[likelysobbing]

hiiiii can u do kk dating hcs please? btw you’re a really good writer!!!

𖥻 TRU-LY FRU-ITY. kk arnold x lowkeynpc!reader headcanons ! !!

synopsis: sol yaps about an npc reader and kk fallign inlove because sol loves kk so much to the point if she doesn’t watch herself (she does) it’s borderline parasocial. thx. kk dating headcanons but indepth.

notes: dawg i went crazy on this sorry about that nonnie i didn’t mean to make u wait so long… love u, btw. thank u so much 🤍 also that title was the only one i could think off STOP IT its so cute isnt it its SO cute

cw: it goes first meeting -> when kk and reader realize they’re inlove -> confession -> ACTUAL dating headcanons. i make stupid references to old lives. npc!reader is default reader because i want to keep this as general as possible. this is not proofread. i use 😝 emoji alot. also, i am crazy. OK LET’S GET IT STARTEDD 📣📣📣

let’s set the stage— say, you’re here, you’re queer, even—and you’re a student at uconn. but that’s… lowkey it. you’re a student at uconn, nothing particularly spectacular—you study, maybe you go out for drinks if you’re feeling a little brave, you do what you need to do to live. every day was routine—wake up, go with the flow, go to bed. you were fine with that. it just meant you … protected your peace too hard, and that’s a good thing! nothing’s out to get you, because half the time no one’s able to pair your face to a name. your life? it’s peaceful!

and then you happened to see kamorea ‘kk’ arnold drop a pen while she was walking through campus.

she was joking around with her friends, jumping around, acting silly, and forgot that her backpack was open. she was lucky she didn’t drop anything else. you happened to have seen that pen drop out of her bag, and initially you were going to ignore it. you wanted to get to class early, and maybe returning a pen to one of the most notorious extroverts on campus (who, even worse, has NOT seen your face) wasn’t a good idea if you wanted to be smart with your time.

and you didn’t know what came over you, but you picked up the pen and walked straight to her. she was mid-laugh when you tapped her shoulder, and she turned. “oh—“ she flinched, turning to you and muttering a small “yo.”

immediately, kk checked you out. and not in the way one usually would (the way you wished she was checking you out), but in a who-are-you-you’re-so-socially-dead-i-can’t-even-remember-your-face way. to spare yourself the small talk, you wasted no more time— “your pen,” you said, handing her her writing utensil. she looked at the pen as if it was suddenly spouting ink, blinking slowly. when she looked up? you were already walking away.

so basically, it was all the pen’s doing.

ever since that faithful encounter, it’s safe to say that kk began noticing you more. once just a blur of features in a crowd full of faces, you’re now the one she sees first. she sees you more often, and realizes that you’re in a lot of the same places at the same time. that intrigues her.

ice says something about it when she talks about you; they’re in the basketball facility warming up with the rest of the team, stretching a bit— making light, funny conversation on the way. the topic of people gets brought up, and kk mentions you. she’s yapping, “it’s like, she’s a whole wallflower or something—but she got friends! she got friends. just not a lot. and i been seeing her around lately, and we’re in alot of the same places so i’m like?? why i ain’t seen her here before?? so now im just wonderin’ what her deal is.” meanwhile, ice side-eyes her.

“have you talked to her yet?” ice asks, and the team looks to kk… who doesn’t even wanna talk no more after that.

eventually, she does end up talking to you. this time, she sees you drop your pen and comes running up to you—she sees an opportunity, but all you see is.. just her. and her eyes twinkling brighter than usual.

“yo, you dropped your pen this time,” she laughed, and you smiled awkwardly, gave her a little “thank you” and expected it to be done just like that.

it wasn’t.

you walked away and she ran to your side, and then she just… started talking. she didn’t even introduce herself formally. she just said ‘i’m kk, by the way,’ which wasn’t a problem, because you already knew she was more than that. this was kamorea arnold. uconn basketball star, the lovely little burst of energy, the happy little—aaandd she just stumbled on the shell of a snail.

“oh, i’m sorry y’all— sorry y’all, sorry y’all—“

you didn’t even know who she was talking to. there was only you and the snail. and then you realized she was talking to you and the snail, which is why she was saying ‘y’all’.

and that was when you knew you were in for it. and… lowkey into her.

okay set up done!

kk and you really hit it off. turns out, you didn’t need to speak much for her to speak. kk just needed to know you were listening. and you showed her you did— you hummed at the right time, you laughed at the funniest jokes, you grinned in confusion when she spoke about basketball (which led to a very passionate ramble about basketball), you gasped at every twist, you did all the right things—but …

pair kk’s lovely personality, her beautiful laugh, her eagerness to speak to you and just… her in her entirety? banger combination.

you did all the right things, but you fell at the wrong time. you fell hard, for her.

you didn’t know she fell harder.

like, literally and figuratively. i think it’d be funny that kk once thought her eyes lingering too long on your lips, her hands twitching to hold your own or to even touch your skin was completely borne of platonic attraction or festering romantic attraction that she could move on from. her epiphany that she is inlove with you comes during half time. she’s in the zone, sipping from her lil water bottle, and then she finds her eyes wandering throughout the stands. she doesn’t know why— she just finds herself looking for a certain… devoted pen returner. she realizes you’re not there, and that you’re probably studying, and that makes her pout.

she wants your eyes on her. she wants you to look at her, to see her in her element, maybe to see her catch a little attitude—but she wants you to see her. she wants you to see her!

or maybe she just wants you.

it’s something she comes to terms with in the middle of a crowd so loud that the voice in her head can’t echo against it’s confines. she wants you. it’s clear, resolute—and absolutely exhilarating.

it horrifies her, don’t get her wrong; she didn’t see it coming, nor did she expect it to be so strong the moment she realized, but that’s also whats so exhilarating. love is so unexpected!

regardless, even with all her spunk, kk hesitates. she doesn’t necessarily stop yapping your ear off, but it’s like her words get more calculated—she pauses more, and when you look to see if she is still mentally present, you find yourself locking eyes with her before she shakes her head and talks about another topic. you catch her staring a good twenty or more times in the span of three days and you start to get a little… suspicious…

but you stay, anyway. because why wouldn’t you? she’s cool.

she’s so cool.

and then the sun so bright happens.

it’s not anything big—it happened so spontaneously; kk didn’t plan anything. as soon as you asked why she was even here, it just slipped out. and it worked.

kk asked you to be her girlfriend with a hand on top of yours and what might have been the first shy smile you ever saw from her. she said, and i quote, “so are we… you know like, you know..” and you just had to tilt your head and make her say it.

“bro. bro—“ this girl is such a wuss she can’t even look you in the eye and yet…

“no, no because— what are we? what do you want us to be?” you STAY insufferably oblivious on PURPOSE lmfao.

“broOohmygee… can i . be your girlfriend.”

“of course, k.”

BOOM SHAKALAKA YES LORD YOU BAGGED FYNE SHYTTT 😝 now onto the actual dating headcanons!!

early into the relationship she starts out how she treated you whilst you were still friends, but with the little quirk that you’re going out on dates now, she grins whenever she talks about you to a degree it’s concerning, and she invites you out to her games. and she’s also shy when it comes to romantic affection.

but let’s say you’re long past that awkward phase now.

kk’s an extrovert, always jumping around from place to place—sharing laughter with people, filming tiktoks, living her best life. she’s also, lowkey, famous. there is not a game in which she isn’t signing someones shirt after, and you know because you’ve checked. meanwhile, you are just a student trying to get by at uconn…

but! to kk, you’re everything. it’s why no matter how extroverted she is, if you’re more on the introverted side—she’d love you all the same and adapt to your needs; need to leave a party? done, maybe kk will stay back a bit—you understand she needs to have her fun— but she’ll call an uber for you, keep updates on your location via the life 360 circle you guys have labelled ‘completely platonic relationship’ (you do not have a completely platonic relationship).

she’s quite protective—she doesn’t keep her eyes off the life 360 map until she sees you’ve arrived back at the dorms (which she, silly as she is, has labelled as ‘homebase’ in your circle). whenever you’re out, kk texts you at random times to see if you’re still out there and safe. it’s not even a ‘proof of life?’ sometimes its just a picture of the tru fru she got and all you really need to do is respond “yummy”

she always has a hand on you. waist, hips, shoulder, back of your neck, whatever it is— she has to feel you next to her when she knows you’re next to her. she’ll be on her phone in one hand, and you’ll be leaning into her shoulder and she just pulls you in closer (#nonchalant while doing it to. but in her head she’s going hehehehehehhehe😝😝)

outside of that she’s not all that affectionate. she’ll have a hand on your waist, but its really all about whether or not you lean in. she’ll always reciprocate your affection but won’t make a move to initiate it in public. in private, however, you know this girl lays on top of you and sleeps. she don’t move. she’s on top of you, in a star fish position, with her eyes closed.

in private she’s all hugs and making grabby hands at you because she can get a bit needy. she’ll probably do random things to catch your attention, and then just ask for a kiss when she has you.

“kk, what the hell—“ you jumped, eyes widening at the sudden influx of tru fru bags on your bed. kk shrugged, unblinking before crawling onto your bed herself, “they were on sale.” she murmured, “‘kay,” before inching closer to you—“give me kisses.”

i feel like kk would also spoil you but in the stupidest way. like you guys would genuinely get into arguments over who would pay and kk would be breaking her wrist pushing your hand down and forcing the cashier to take her cash.

“come on, kk, you paid last time—“

“i don’t REMEMBER. last time. …. let me pay.”

and sometimes she will literally shove your hand back onto your side and slam her card/ cash down onto the register. im not playing. like she doesnt even fight you on it the moment you try to take out your wallet she grips your wrist and pays before you can even get money out

but don’t get me wrong— kk likes to be pampered. sometimes she’ll let you pay—when she does, she sticks her tongue out and giggles and kicks her feet like 😝😝😝 ayeeeeeee…… or sometimes she does that little thing where she gives you a backhug and kisses your cheek do you people know what im talking about. its so funny to me. shes like ‘thank you🥰’

but she prefers to be pampered in a different way! she likes to be considered, for lack of a better word. she likes it when you give her the warm-hot cookies from crumbl because you know she doesn’t like cold cookies, she likes when you leave her tru fru ALONE, she likes when you come to her games and do your best to get a front row seat — she looooves. LOVES. when you consider her, and what she might want. everytime she sees you she’s like that one “ariana what are you doing here ?! 😆” meme shes so jolly my woman bro my woman

also she probably refers to you as ‘my baby’, or ‘my girl’, or maybe like ‘my lady’ if she’s feelin’ a bit lovey dovey. if we’re talking about endearments, i don’t think kk would be a ‘ma’ or ‘mama’ girl. she’d be like, ‘bae’, ‘baby’, ‘schnookums’, ‘pookie!’ even. sometimes when she’s soft she’ll call you ‘lover’. in terms of what you call her, there’s the obvious ‘kk’ and what other usual endearments you use, but kk melts whenever you use ‘baby’ I KNOW IT I KNOW IT GUYS IM PUSHING THE ‘kk loves being babied’ AGENDA LEAVE ME ALONE

the type of girlfriend to put bunny ears behind your head during photos and make you look goofy. she says you look cute, but you’re always cute to her so don’t trust that

the type of girlfriend to point at you whenever she scores a point. also the type of girlfriend to point at you whenever she thinks she’s about to score, and if she misses she’s like… “i’ma walk that off, y’all… i’ma walk that off…”

she’s so lovely 💔

she doesn’t necessarily speak ABOUT you a lot to the team, but she makes such frequent references she might as well just ramble about you forever. she genuinely doesn’t mean to. you’re like the only thing constantly on her mind. i know paige grills her for it too zon’t play… also, ICE. ice gets at her for it. everyone bugs her in their own ways because they don’t know you personally so they’re like “who’s she? who’s your girl?” and kk’s like “my girl’s my girl…? duh”

“you really can’t go a day without yappin’ about her huh, kk?” paige drawled, slumping against the gym bleachers as she nodded towards uconn’s #2, who was … minding her business. prior to the statement, paige was simply talking about how hot it was outside, and how connecticut is never usually this hot and ‘that says a lot’ and miss kamorea arnold just butts in like: “my girl said it was really hot out too. that’s why i decided to go light on my fit, if that’s the right word. light .. or like whatever y’all wanna call it…”

it’s ALWAYS an ‘oh, my girl—‘ with her i swear. but! despite their annoyance with kk always mentioning you, the team meeting you would be a fun event! trUST. trust. truuust. no teasing whatsoever involved.

— on kk’s mood swings or sadder moods, she wouldn’t wanna go to you at first, scared that you might end up making it worse without meaning to or she’ll say something out of pocket, but the moment you come to her alone, when she tries to isolate herself? when you open your arms and just walk towards her? when she finds herself melting into you, hands on your hips, lips to the space between your shoulder and neck and there is just love and nothing but love in the air? regardless of whether you say something to her or not, you didn’t even have to say anything. you don’t need to. kk still knew then. you got her locked in with you, and hard.

kk always seems to shine a little brighter with you. (haha reference to my old fic im hilarious)!

the publicity of the relationship? not very public. infact it’s giving private but not secret. she doesn’t post you lots but she tags you enough for the fandom to know shes off the market fs. i feel like kk, as silly and goofy as she is, is a very private person and this would extend towards you. it’s like she doesn’t put you in the spotlight because she doesn’t want to overwhelm you with the sting of the light.

but that’s okay, because kk’s your sunshine, and so long as she keeps her own light— her own hands— on even a patch of your skin? aslong as you’re still hers? there is no doubt in your, or her, mind that together is what you are meant to be, and here— whereever here is— is where you are meant to stay.

tl;dr sol loves kk so bad

@likelysobbing.

[certified-pumi]

Hi! A random anon here, I really love your fic and Time's fics, and DUDE I re-read the first chapter of your story and now I can't help but think of the ANGST plaguing the monkey family after Reader's disappearance (I YAPPED A LOT, SORRY o_o;):

I can imagine Wukong and Macaque (and eventually MK too when he gets old enough) just... hoarding Reader's things, like an old plush; crayon drawings of their childhood or sketchbooks of more advanced drawings; any images of their kid, in fear of forgetting their face; hunting for any recordings in cameras to remember their voice (and then grieving over the fact of not using such technology to capture their human child's life more back when they could)... even homework, maybe, to remember their lost child's handwriting. Items that back then would be eligible to be thrown out later after too much use becoming almost sacred, holding pieces of Reader's once-present existence in them.

If it's already common for humans to forget past memories and events, then imagine how worse it must be for two immortal, long-living beings? The silent threat of time and fading memory being even stronger than for any mortal, the threat of forgetting their first child, adopted, wanted even if not theirs by blood, all because of how much time would pass? The fear of just... forgetting they even existed at all?

It'd be such a double-edged sword, because they'd only then realize how little Reader had to themselves; how little Wukong and Macaque had given them compared to MK, and now it comes to bite them back when the only thing they get to remember their missing child by being a few measly hand-me-downs and old items; the desperation of preserving memorabilia of their child only to feel grief when realizing that's all of them that's left.

Please don’t apologise for rambling Nonnie, I’m very happy and honoured that you left such passionate rant about my story in my inbox! I absolutely love it.

I do apologise for not responding earlier, I was thinking about this ask A LOT.

While I can’t give away any plans for the sequel, I want to let you know that you gave me some new ideas that I wanna consider throwing in the next chapter.

So, thank you so much for sending in this ramble in. ❤

[ilysungho]

hi!! here to yap abt angel!sungho angst bcs i like pain and hate myself…

imagine: “he was never supposed to fall in love. angels don't get attached. they don't kiss mortals like they're afraid to break them. they don't wrap their wings around you like a shield from the world, warm and trembling and all-consuming. but sungho did.

you’d lie tangled in his arms, his wings curved around your body like dusk, and he’d kiss you like he was trying to memorize your soul. “you were made for me,” he’d whisper against your lips, and god—you believed him.

but heaven doesn’t forgive disobedience. they found out. and gave him a choice: stay with you—and fall. or stay with them—and forget.

you begged him. not to stay—never to stay—but to tell the truth. to be honest. and he looked at you like it hurt. like loving you was a sin he regretted.

he didn’t answer at first when you said his name. his wings twitched, restless behind him, like they were already leaving.

“sungho…” you whispered, and he looked at you like you were the one dragging him down.

“please,” you said, even though you promised you wouldn’t beg. “if you love me, choose me.”

for one long, breaking second— he hesitated.

you saw it. hope. the faintest tremor in his hands. the way his eyes darted to your mouth like he was memorizing it for the last time.

and then—he blinked. and it was gone.

“im sorry.” two words. barely audible. not to you—to himself.

because you were never the choice; just the consequence.

and then he was gone. cold sheets. a single feather on the pillow. a name that didn’t taste right in your mouth anymore.

years later, you see him again.

he walks past you in a crowd, doesn’t look. doesn’t flinch.

but you do.

because you know those wings, how soft they feel. you know that voice. and worst of all—you know he remembers.

he chose heaven. and it cost you everything.”

idk just something soft 😇 anyway i kinda love the divinity + angst thing too much…

“just something soft” after devastating me like ok… i’ve never really thought of divinity related tropes, though i love them so much 😭 and angst kills me but the pain is so good (sadist/masochist much…) THIS IS SO GOOD you’re so good nonnie im gonna make out with you (respectfully) if you ever come out and write it… Please. I’m first in line.

[pokemontherapy]

that sounds fun! I'm definitely going to try but augh,, staying focused... my no.1 opp

but my favorite element of horizons dynamics are Liko, Roy, Dot and Ult's dynamics with each other and everyone else

they're so fun to analyze both individually, like looking into how they react to situations and why and all that.. and as friendships or as a group

we haven't seen Ult and Dot's dynamic yet but with all the dynamics we have seen they're all really unique and bring out different aspects of each character like how Ult brings out Roy's more irate side (unfortunately for Ult, I feel sorry for him sbdjdb), Roy gets Dot to make the most of being outside (ice skating scene), Liko and Roy constantly learn things from each other and encourage each other to be the best they can be, Dot and Liko being close friends while Liko is a huge Nidothing fan is really fun and Liko trying to get Ult to open up and join the group properly is so nice too

I also enjoy their dynamics with their pokemon though, Dot having a whole family dynamic with hers and Ult having Sableye being the only one he's fully open with are both such good dynamics, I don't think we've seen anything quite like that before in Pokemon? at least not recently

and the whole RVT + Amethio's trio both have SUCH nice found family dynamics which makes me so insane do not get me STARTED augh

genuinely all the dynamics in horizons are so so great I love them so much, I could still say so much more but this is getting rather long lol

so the final thing about horizons dynamics I want to yap about quickly is how in the Ash Series borrowing pokemon was treated like a big thing that no one really wanted to do even within a group for ten minutes. but in horizons amongst the RVT, it's just something they do. Murdock lets Rockruff go with Friede and Liko in episode 3 and in another episode leaves it with Mollie for the day, Friede leaves Charizard with Orla a lot to help with the engine, Liko asks Dot and Ann to look after Pagogo sometimes in the tera arc and in the art festival episode Roy was fine with Dot borrowing Wattrel to help with her project, and of course, Roy is now looking after Cap for Friede while he's dead missing. I really think it shows how comfortable all the crew (people and pokemon alike) are with each other and I love that so much and will never shut up about it ever <3

horizons my beloved

I am so sorry for not responding in so long TvT

Staying focused in anything fandom related is a whole chore and a half, especially when it comes to making creative content </3 You can do it though Nonnie!! I have a fanfic / AU I’m currently working on, and while it’s hard, it’s rewarding :D and if you don’t find it so, you could always post concepts and see what people create from those! The offer to discuss ideas still stands as well :D

The main kiddos’ dynamic in Horizons was one of the highlights for me, and Ult has been such a hilarious addition. I actually think Roy and Dot’s friendship is super underrated too; ‘‘twas just watching the Glaseado Mountain arc and they have fun moments, like the ice-skating (as you said) or when they were facing off against Coral and Sidian. Liko and Roy are fun too!! Their dynamic in Mega Voltage is really sweet, and I like how they battle sort of opposite. Liko and Dot’s friendship is so sweet, and I like how Meowscarada and Quaxwell reflect that bond, especially after Quaxwell evolved. And Ult… he brings out the worst (or at least confusion) in everyone /pos

RVT’s found family is really an interesting foil to Amethio and the Explorers’ frigid relationships with each other, and I always really appreciated that. And on the borrowing Pokemon thing; I hadn’t noticed it, but I’m glad you brought it up!! It really feels like that saying of “it takes a village to raise a child”; sure, each Pokemon has their respective trainer, but they wouldn’t be who they are without the influence of the entire RVT (e.g. Liko’s Hatenna learning Heal Pulse). It also serves to further how much trust there is among the RVTs <3

[hiemaldesirae]

Hiii :) it’s me again, the anon who yapped about fanon Vox, I’m here because I need to yap again: I’m kinda worried about season 2

After rewatching season 1, I felt like the stakes weren’t high enough for Charlie & the Hotel. One would think going into battle against Heaven would be devastating and disastrous but the only characters that permanently died were…background characters. I don’t count Sir Pentious because bro is alive and will most likely have a bigger role to play in the story now that he’s in heaven. The hotel was destroyed, yeah, but like minutes later it was rebuilt with the help of Lucifer.

That’s another reason why I feel like the stakes aren’t high enough, they added Lucifer way too soon. How are Vox & other future villains meant to stand a chance against the King of Hell?? I think it would’ve been better if took Charlie a couple of seasons to convince her dad to help her cause.

My main worries for season 2 are about Vox because I can’t stop thinking about him LMFAO. Anyways, I’m scared Vox will be a second Adam, goofy villain that gets killed off pretty quickly and anti-climactically. Vox was already a silly villain in season 1 (sending Pentious to the Hotel as a spy, cheering when Alastor got his ass beat, etc, etc.) so it’ll feel like a waste if they continue writing him that way. I want Vox to be an actual threat and kill one of the main characters PERMANENTLY. Preferably Angel Dust cause it’ll cause a shit ton of discourse since he’s well-loved by both the characters in-universe and the fandom but I don’t think that’ll happen. I just need Vox to lock in 🙏

Don’t get me wrong, I love Hazbin Hotel (only because of Alastor & the Vees but shhh 🤫) but I want the story to evoke emotions from me, I wanna be anxious, I wanna feel hyped, but I don’t feel any of this when things go too perfectly for the main characters and everything goes wrong for the antagonists.

I’m so sorry for the long ass essay, I would make my own post but I don’t wanna be perceived 😭😭

oh i completely understand ur worries nonny dont even worry about the essay

i definitely feel like theres a Risk of that happening to vox especially since . well. vivz doesnt have the best track record to begin with (cannot speak for hb but the way she deals with some characters and resolves their arcs is. questionable) but i personally think (hope? believe?) that since there are members on the writing and animation team who are fans of the vees that she wont just kill vox off for no reason / comic relief(or any of the vees, really) + also of all the vees vox is probably the most likely to die in a dramatic scene considering how he and al are set up to be character foils and killing him off in the stupidest way would be such a horrific storyline fumble i cannot in good conscience believe that vivziepop would even be able to fathom its stupidity. of course im holding out hope still because if theres one thing ive learnt about the internet its that you do not under any circumstances trust any public figures to make the right decisions ever and this applies to animated shows too.

vox killing someone forever would really manage to cement his place in the storyline as a big baddie, but i do have to disagree on wanting angel dead- personally- and as much as it pains me to say this- i think him killing husk or niffty would have the same effect while not interfering with angels healing arc: in fact itd even further angels healing arc and self discovery, alongside giving alastor a reason to perhaps go toe to toe with vox. (i do think that killing angel off would have an interesting result but it feels like an abrupt and unnecessary move to make, tho it may just be ny preference to want to see recovery arcs fulfilled so those characters can live their best lives)

++re what you said ab the hotel not having enough stakes for the next season, i totally agree- bringing in lucifer feels a bit like a cheap copout and didnt really serve to further **charlies** character arc (arguably you could say making up with her father developed her backbone more but. hm. idk you couldve done that in a multitude of other ways sooo)

[crsssie]

Hmm how do you feel about a Chinese!Tim Drake??

I’ve seen a tag like that across ao3 and now I’m hooked with that headcanon/idea!

I have to know what would you describe his facial features to be like? Yk like eye shape?, nose, mouth, etc?? I’m curious

SCREAMS. NONNIE. ARGHHH you’ve just unleashed a brainrot I’ve been refusing to share with anyone in case I’m like insane sounding so I’m taking the chance and yapping

Chinese Tim is so real to me. But the funnier thing would be that Tim and Cass are either related or distantly related bc that just sounds so fun and they’re like. So fun. Yeah. Okay.

Chinese Tim I think retains nearly everything except his eye color, and depending on if you wanna make him idk wasian or just don’t care for genetics keep his blue eyes or wtv but Chinese Tim grows up as one of the few if not only Chinese elite family in Gotham and learns to hide so much of the culture he experiences both at home and on the excursions his family goes on to visit the motherland so he understands and speaks his language so well but he’s told to accept that he has to learn the way that the majority in Gotham act and he tries so hard to be perfect

and he has helicopter parents and a tiger mom bc it’s not a chinese family with an only child if your parents aren’t trying to control your every move and he has so many extracurriculars all so he can go to the best uni except he feels vastly empty so— just realized that you asked for features sorry for the hc of his backstory oopsie

features wise I think he looks pretty much the same except his eyes are brown and he’s just overall more Asian looking. Eyes wise I hc him to have more upturned eyes and a monolids but he’s got the face card to get scouted on the street by modeling agencies whenever he goes back to visit… also giving him a high nose bridge and a button nose just bc I have one too (this is called projection bc if I have it he does too) but yeah he’s just gorgeous overall. Sorry for yapping do you still think I’m hot and mysterious

[ilykati]

FUCK WAIT I DIDNT ANONYMOUS THAT actually wait i’ve alr revealed myself…

🧩

i’m crying so bad you’re so silly nonnie 😭 BUT YES #wewantstalkersungho i may or may not have started something… but tbh i’ve been so so out of it, i doubt i’ll continue working on it for now. but hopefully soon… im so sorry for the inactivity on ilysungho tho i wish i was more active like before i miss being on there so much, i just answer yaps these days </3 but yeah, i’m working on stuff behind the scenes… it’s just jumbled between 10 different fics and way too many responses to asks 😵‍💫😓

[cannibal-alien]

a little nervous since this is my first time hope this isn’t too much and sorry if I miss out on anything

Could I request forsaken matchup🙃

I go by she/her and I enjoy drawing and baking occasionally, I also love listening to music(1# day dreamer here)

Im pretty kind and caring, super energetic but kinda gullible and air-headed ngl😭😭 when I’m alone i tone down the energy a lot and Im very forgetful 

I just love listening to music. I do listen to a lot of different genres too, recently I’ve been watching a lot of analog horror (especially physiological horror or gore) and I love yapping about anything and everything like I could talk about my interest for hours(yeah I am the weird kid) love the heavy rain, exploring/adventuring new places and playing rhythm games in my free time(mainly pjsk). I REALLY like long car rides at night..for some reason😃..

I don’t like feeling left out or forgotten and I can’t stay still for the life of me, other then that im pretty neutral

As for love language its quality time, Im not too particular on being the receiving end(i don’t mind it if they want tho) but I’m a huge sucker for giving gifts and physical affection

Make sure to take care of yourself and rest properly :>

📬 hey, look at that! you’ve got mail!

rhythm games are SOOOO GOATED…. SHOUT OUT to rhythm heaven!!!! also dwdw you’re okay!!! thank u 4 sending this in! hope u like nonny! >_<

❤︎ your match is shedletsky!

you actually kind of remind him of himself!! well, his pre-forsaken self, the one who was more carefree and openly silly. something about your airheadedness and high energy made the cruel realm feel a little less harsh, and he can’t help but find it cute. maybe too cute because it also makes him worry. you seemed so out of place in a world that doesn’t quite benefit those with lowered guards. soooo yeah, maybe he is constantly looming over your shoulder, checking in more often than he really needed to, pretending it’s casual when in reality he just wants to make sure that you’re okay.

you like yapping? shedletsky loves to listen to you. but of course the man has plenty to say himself, easily matching your energy. the two of you definitely stay up late talking about everything and anything, and it’s the perfect way to distract yourselves from the world around you.

shedletsky keeps everything you give him. no matter how small, it means the whole world to him. he treasures each & every one like it’s some sacred item,, and he’s more than happy to return the gesture. he even went out of his way to obtain an old ipod just so you could listen to your music again, a huge source of comfort you lost when you were forsaken.

you guys definitely cuddle up and listen to music on said ipod together. it’s his favorite thing to do, just being so close to you, everything else forgotten for a little while

👽 other possible matches: chance, dusekkar

[intheorangebedroom]

I was about to come here and yell into the void about the end of TYBTM but then I saw another anon beat me to it just a moment ago hahaha 😂 I finished ch 6 literally minutes ago and I am a total mess. I really really really mean that as a compliment. What an incredible fucking story. I didn’t know if I could love something as much as I love PTMY. I love them both equally with the same amount of intensity. Like everyone else, I’m also going to be thinking about this for the foreseeable future. And I may also hurl myself off a bridge like someone else said, if the epilogue doesn’t include them being in constant contact once she’s in NY or Frankie visiting her there and them being cute af. I guess I panicked because I don’t know how she’ll return to Tampa if the place has been tarnished forever for her and I don’t see Frankie leaving Lua. I am being so annoying because I know all of this will eventually be answered but I need to yap, I’m sorry lol. I am envious of Lee because I do feel so comparatively weak. It’s so hard for me to not rely on others out of fear of my own inadequacy and a greater fear I will end up destitute and alone because I don’t trust myself often. This isn’t therapy hour so I will shut up but needless to say you hit on something so honest and real with this story. I am forever appreciative to have found you and your work. You’re a fucking icon.

Nonnie, you need to put yourself in my shoes here for a second to understand something. Imagine waking up to an ask like yours, filled with praise and kindness and love and vulnerability. How in the world could I be annoyed? How could anyone? You're the least annoying person, EVER. You're beautiful, and I appreciate you an insane amount I can't even articulate. Your words are unbelievably kind and generous, they've carried me through this day and they will stay with me for a long long time (take this, self-deprecating part of my brain!). And so will you 🧡

Perhaps it's not therapy hour, but 1) my DMs are always open and 2) you all are basically reading my therapy, so it's only fair to have someone else share for a change.

I'm so sorry you're feeling weak. I'm sorry you struggle with self trust. I'm only too familiar with those feelings. I don't know about your situation, but my guess is that you're probably way too hard on yourself. Can I give you a hug?

I can't remember who wrote No Man Is An Island, but they said it ten times better than I ever could. I've spent most of my life trying to convince myself that I was, indeed, an island, only to find out in my early 40s that I'd be lying face down in a ditch if it wasn't for a handful of my girlfriends.

All this to say, I think that most people who have a minimum of self-awareness and move through life trying to reflect on themselves and their actions, have to rely on others. Most people are scared, all the time, of at least one thing or another.

Lee leaves Tampa and moves to a place where she already has family, and with the knowledge that a man loves her enough to let her go and his promise to wait for her forever and beyond. You see what I mean?

Again, I don't know your situation. And it's just my two-cent, but I've learned that when the big decisions are too scary, it can help to break them down into smaller decisions, and move step by step (paso a paso, Frankie's mother (and my grandmother) would say). I don't know if by 'alone' you mean 'single', but if being with the person you're with makes you unhappy, being single can't be that much worse... And please, do rely on people, and by people I mean friends, if these people treat you right. Or at least, don't berate yourself for relying on them. Life is trash most of the time. We need all the help we can get moving through it.

Also please. Come back to talk to me anytime. And no, I'm not saying that because of the praise 😁 I want to thank you again for this insanely kind and beautifully honest message. It is, and you are, very precious to me. I'm glad I created something that could reach out and touch you, even just a little bit, because I poured my soul into it 🧡

[chososcamgirl]

my friends r callkng me a stalker the way i stalk your block 24/7 😝 atp they alr kniw ab u bc i always js yell "time to check on my FAVORITEE tumblr!!! " and i had to explain the entire sjap lore to them 😭

they all hate us for reading y/n fics... its us against the world...

this teacher was being SUUCH a bitch to me and my friend.. like we were tryna go inside and the teacher was like "stop!! wher ar yu going!!" and i alr hate this teahcer anyways bc she gives me the BIGGEST shit for LITERALY NOTHING.. My friend had volleyball and I wanted to come with her, so i was like "going to volleyball" and continued walking.she literaly DRAGGED US out and just gave us shit for not talking to her politely???? we are on a time limit you old ass, we arent subby children anymore.. obv i couldn't say that but Ojhmy god i hate her sm. Hits us with that "Why are you talking back to me" WHEN I EXPLAINED WE WERE GOING TO VOLLEYBALL. hello??? shes everything wrong with the education system.. so i aruged with her for 10 mins and i got off the hook with my very cool aruging skills 😊 mu friend dindt say anything bc she was NAWT jnvolved this was all technicaly my fault, and plus she just ran 8 laps around the school (cross country) give her a BREAK ‼️

this fucking bitch also gives me shit for getting out of lunch early.. always has ZERO good points and revolves her arguments around"Respect, I am an authority person!" "Dont talk back at me!" it has ZERO INPUT AT ALL just so fucking annoying... She gave me shit for running down to the parking lot to get a ball. "a car mightbe hit me" THE CARS ARE PARKED.. ITS A PARKING LOT.. I WOULD SEE IF THERE WAS A CAR... This ball is like MY PROPERTY too and its those walmart air rubber balls and that day was windy asf.. i had to get it or else it would roll into a road THEN i wouldve gotten hit by a car. Like puhLEAASE. that was 2 yrs ago and she just got her job (i think it was her first day?) so ofc i also ate shit from the principal too (but the principal is nice asf)

SORRY for YAPPING MY ASS OFF and my HORRIBLE SPELLING my hands are cold and im on a bus🤑 hope you feel better from your sore throat ❤️❤️❤️

-🎠

HI 🎠 NONNIE!! <33

AW OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE PLEASE😭😭😭 i love people who stalk my blog it brings me sm joy <3 not u explaining the whole sjap lore to them PUHLEASE #dedicatedasf😭 haters r gonna hate… but we x readers need to stick together🙂‍↕️🤞

teachers with a lack of understanding piss me off because omg READ THE ROOM? especially when they assume shit like girl… i HATE bitchy teachers ong they think that just bc they have authority/older means they’re more superior to you girl grow up.. but i’m glad you ate her up🗣️ i just KNOW u cooked her shit #CLOCKED. proud of u for standing up for urself <3

NO UR FINE I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE YAP IN MY ASKS PLS!! i hope u didn’t freeze to death💔 thank u angel baby <33 i am feeling MUCH better

[loveriotss]

HIHIII!!I was wondering if you could do one of those head canons +texts with Tamaki Amajiki??I PROMISE THE 4 TAMAKI FANS WILL EAT IT UPPP😭😭

HCS + TXTS WITH HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⸻ tamaki amajiki

INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, crack, headcannons, social media au WARNINGS — swearing

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

: ̗̀➛ click here to read other character versions

SO SWEET!!

he does not swear that much.

on and off text he refuses to say any of those words because he thinks they’re too vulgar.

sometimes he might say it in frustration or if he’s really angry about something but will immediately apologize after.

he doesn't really understand all the references and trends you mention but will happily go along with it.

a hugee overthinker.

every night before bed he makes sure to send you an ‘i love you’ message and let’s say you forgot to send him one back. oh he’s 100% gonna think you hate him.

he believes neither of you should go to bed mad at eachother so even though he doesn’t know what he did wrong, he will apologize and try to make things better

he likes spending his time with you indoors.

completing homework, reading, playing animal crossing/mario kart together or just cuddle sessions where you yap and he listens. 

since you both are in your third years, your schedules are filled with either school or internships. but once in a while he makes sure to clear up his time to take you out on a date.

a not too crowded restaurant where you two can calmly eat together (he got the recommendation from fatgum) or maybe a visit to a nearby carnival.

no matter how long you two have been together, he will always be nervous to ask you on a date. will be mumbling to himself and rocking his body as his phone is placed before him while he waits for your reply. (anyone passing by thinks he’s crazy)

he isn’t that active on social media, only posts like once or twice a month of maybe some scenery or cute animal he came across. 

after you two got together, his entire account was filled with pictures of you.

any person who was thinking of hitting him up gave up immediately after seeing you practically take over his account.

has a whole highlight dedicated to you + your initial in his bio.

when you did that for him too on your account, he actually melted.

NOTE — HELLO NONNIE HOPE THE 4 TAMAKI FANS (me included) ARE EATING THIS UP LMAO. i fear im never shutting up with the yagami yato jokes. i’m sorry for the give me my money trend thing i felt so mean but guys trust it was for the plot 😓😓.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[blackberry-gingham]

Imagine meeting Paul for the first time at a park when he’s out with Martha. Martha gets loose and makes her way to the reader who ofc begins to coo over what a good girl Martha is. As their distracted by Martha they don’t even realize at first who her owner is and start casually chatting about Martha with Paul.

*Gasp* aaaaw, I love this 🥺🥺

Also, this is a good time for a quick PSA to all my readers!

If you have a veeery specific little scene or scenario like this with one of the boys, it's actually a bit easier for me to just write you a one shot for it instead of my usual headcannons or an imagine. Those are better suited for like general scenarios and stuff involving more then one of the boys imo but yeah, feel free to distinguish if you want me to keep it to a bullet point imagine, or get nitty gritty with a one shot! Just some fyi :D

Anyway I hope this one shot format is ok for you nonny, please enjoy!

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It's a sunny fall day and you're enjoying a book, a hot drink, and a blanket on the grass as you relax in your favorite little park.

The sound of children playing and dogs barking can be heard in the distance. A gentle breeze rustles your hair and the pages of your book. You look up to enjoy it's fleeting caress and then wave back to the kind young woman jogging by.

You love this park. Amongst all the chaos in your daily life, this place is your safe haven.

With a sigh of relaxation, you return to your reading. It's a fantastic novel, and you're so lost in it that you almost don't hear the approaching sound of barking and galloping paws.

Almost.

You snap up to attention just in time to intercept a large, but friendly sheep dog. The dog gives your face a lick before backing off a bit. Her tail wags wildly behind her as she goes down into the universal dog position of "let's play". She tilts her head and gives you a little yap as she awaits your response.

Well, who could say no?

You take her shaggy head in either hand and scratch her ears. "Hello there! What a good girl you are!"

It's a phrase she appears to be very familiar with, as she wiggles her whole body, coming closer so you can scratch her sides.

"Maaaarthaaaa-!", a voice calls a little ways off, but you're far too distracted to pay it much mind.

Your new friend is now licking all over your face, still wiggling with glee as you scratch and tell her how wonderful she is.

At last the sound of someone who seems very out of breath can be heard a foot or so away. "Martha, you naughty girl!", the man's voice addresses the sheepdog chidingly, then takes on a different tone to speak to you. "I'm so sorry, she just ran off!"

You can hear that the man has begun giving Martha some scratches, which is only confirmed when she stops licking you to return some affection to her master.

"Oh it's no problem!" You laugh as you begin to dry your face.

The man laughs as well, "Well thank you for saying as much at least. Here, can I help?"

He dries the remainder of the wet patches with what feels like a handkerchief, or perhaps a bandana, then hands it to you to so you can do your hands.

You thank him and finally are able to open your eyes. And that's when you see...

Paul McCartney, in all his bearded glory, kneels before you with the one and only Martha wagging beside him. You're amazed you didn't recognize his voice before, especially considering what a longtime fan you are.

You freeze for a moment, trying to get your bearings. What should you say?

"Oh! Uh, thank you Mr. McCartney", your voice shakes a bit as you hand him back his bandana. "I um, I'm such a huge fan", you laugh nervously, half shy and half in shock that this is even happening.

Paul chuckles and pets Martha at her insistence. He turns back to you, "Well it's always nice to meet a fan! Makes it easier to get off when ol' Martha's causing trouble", he winks at you, then coos at Martha "Isn't that right?"

She barks happily back, blissfully unaware of the slanderous accusations.

You smile and scratch Martha's hip, "Well I can't possibly imagine she's that much trouble!"

"Ha, I think you'd be sur-"

No sooner have the word left his mouth then when Martha whips around at your affection. In her excitement she topples your drink, spilling it everywhere and splashing a bit against her side.

You gasp and jump to rescue your book and your clothes, only for Martha to shake a splattering of hot liquid all over you and Paul.

Shrieking with laughter and surprise, you shield yourself. Paul recoils as well until Martha's dried herself sufficiently.

"Oh Martha! Look what you've done!" Paul scolds her as you try to clean up the mess a bit. You get off the blanket and declare it a lost cause as you roll up the sopping mess and stuff it into your bag.

Martha whines apologetically, while Paul apologies again. Without even asking he goes to help you, picking up your cup and it's lid. He takes out the bandana again and hands it to you to dry off once more.

"Thank you, but you don't have t-"

Paul stands up with the paper cup pieces as you wipe away the coffee. "No no, it's the least I can do", he smiles genuinely and throws the remains away in the nearby public trashcan.

All packed up, you rise and meet him halfway with Martha trailing behind. You hold out the little bandana and thank him for everything.

"You know what? Why don't you keep it", Paul smiles up at you, while clasping on Martha's leash.

Your heart jumps with excitement as you hold the souvenir close, "Thank you! I don't know what to say!"

Paul bites his lip and looks away for a moment and then back at you. "Well... We could always grab you a new coffee, you know, while the words comes to you"

He smiles innocently while you process the request.

"My treat?", he adds, as though you need more incentive.

At that Martha has snapped out of her sulk and begins barking and jumping up on Paul excitedly. He rolls his eyes and groans in playful exasperation.

"Down girl, down!" You laugh while Paul tries to settle her.

Once Martha has returned to the ground, still barking and wagging, Paul looks back at you, awaiting your answer with baited breath.

You say yes.

[misssophiachase]

Klaroline au or canon + mind reading

Thanks nonnie,soooo sorry for the delay…Hope you like this take. 

Sweet Dreams

Tattoo your name across my heart…

London…

Klaus woke with a start, his eyes darting tothe bedside clock and the red numbers alerting him to the fact he was due atwork only hours later. 

His dream was all too vivid even in his nowconscious state. It was almost dawn and he was standing at a train stationwaiting on the platform, for what he wasn’t sure until she arrived. 

He could recall just how short of breath hefelt as she stepped off the express service and it wasn’t just because of thecold weather. She looked immaculate. Her blonde waves, blue eyes and creamyskin like fragile porcelain housed in a fitted, navy pantsuit complete with awhite, wide brimmed hat. 

“Where’s my driver?” She didn’t see him as shemade her way towards the doors, he tried to scream her name but nothing cameout. Every fiber in his being was telling him she was walking into a trap, butKlaus couldn’t stop her momentum. 

This wasn’t unusual, in fact he’d been readingher mind for years now. At first it was a thrilling experience, given hisstrong attraction, but as the premonitions increased so too did the emotionsand the danger. Klaus thought it was all just a weird and coincidentalcollection of images flashing through his mind, but after waking in a sweat,Klaus knew he needed to find her. Now.

Milan…

Caroline liked her freedom, travelling hadbecome an exciting adventure to boost her fashion career and her income. However, it had been decidedly tough given the numerous and restless dreamsshe’d woken from over the years. 

Yes, it was always him, cheeky dimples andcrimson lips. But Caroline thought it was only dreams and only because she knewhim growing up.  But the fact she could still see him present day anddealing with questionable clients was enough to raise a red flag. 

That particular morning she’d awoken, her skincovered in a thin sheen of sweat as she regained her bearings in her Milanhotel room. He was walking towards his tattoo parlor in central London but themasked assailants lay in wait. She wanted to stop the impending attack, even ifit was a dream, but the only way she could was to get up and try to change his direction.

She’d barely uttered two words to KlausMikaelson during High School, they didn’t exactly run in the same circles. Herolder brother Matt had been in the same year during high school. There was nodoubting Klaus Mikaelson was a rebel. Someone she’d been secretly attracted toever since but there was no way he’d ever look at the prom queen twice whichwas evidenced by her subsequent run-in with him after graduation.

Chicago…3 years earlier 

“Youwant a tattoo?” He asked, incredulously. She couldn’t miss the shiver heincited as his eyes flickered over her body “Let me guess, you want a crown,princess?”

“Stereotyping,how predictable. If this is how you greet everyone, I’m surprised you’re stillin business,” she drawled, taking a seat on the nearby chair. “And no, Idon’t want a crown.”

“Oh,I know,” he guessed. “A butterfly or a love heart?”

“Pleasetell me you don’t judge all your customers like this?”

“No,only the ones who are wasting my time pretending to want a tattoo.” 

“Howabout you shut up and give me this, there’s only so much yapping I can takewhen I’m paying for the privilege,” she growled, now lowering herself onto thetable. She couldn’t miss the way his eyebrows lifted curiously at her choice,but he didn’t respond just continued, an intrigued smile on his face.

“Yourwish is my command, princess,” she sent him an annoyed glance, slightly scaredknowing she was fully at his whim, lying on her stomach with her jeans pulleddown slightly so he could access her lower back. The fact his fingers wereplaying on her skin was messing with her composure.  

“Shutup,” she growled. “And if it’s not perfect, I have every intention oflodging a complaint with your supervisor.”

“Andthis is your way of proving you’re not a princess, love?”  

“Youreally need an instruction guide of how not to offend clientele, Mikaelson, includingthose insulting endearments,” Caroline hissed, trying to ignore just how goodhis fingers felt against her. She closed her eyes determined to remove him fromher mind. “Ouch.” 

“It’sjust a small prick, part of the experience,” Klaus explained, his hand brushingsoftly against her skin, while she was trying to ignore the feelings his closeproximity was causing. It was probably the longest thirty minutes of herlife trying to hide the arousal he was evoking.  

WhenCaroline had made the decision to get a tattoo, she couldn’t deny that a large part of herdecision was because of him. Klaus Mikaelson had invaded her day dreams for yearsand the thought of him drawing that design on her bare skin had quelled hernerves and here she was trying to regain her composure in such close proximity.

She couldn’t miss the flash of memories between them as he worked on the tattoo but Caroline decided to put that down to the attraction she felt for him knowing that as soon as she left there would no longer be a connection between them. 

 Milan…

The train platform was empty this time of the afternoon, Klaus knew he’d arrived hours too late but had no idea how to find her. Funny part about this whole mind reading thing was that it was intermittent at best. 

He searched his surroundings for any possible clue, then he saw it. A sparkling diamond stud glittering on the ground nearby. The exact same earring he’d spied in her ears only hours earlier. 

He picked it up, his fears only increasing at his discovery. At least his mind reading abilities were still intact but now he needed to find her. Caroline Forbes was so much more than his friend’s sister or the girl he tattooed all those years ago. She was his soulmate and if anything had happened to her, Klaus was going to kill who’d ever touched a hair on her beautiful head.

“Looking for me?” A melodic voice enquired, coming into view. She was as breathtaking as in his visions, her pink lips curving into a knowing smile.

“No, actually I was looking for a fashion designing, damsel in distress that had been kidnapped in this very place by a possible European spy ring.”

“Turns out they’re no match for yours truly.”

“Speaking in the third person, this is certainly the beginnings of an evil villain,” he teased. “And to think I was worried about you, love.”

“You and I both know that our visions are symptomatic of our feelings and you know exactly what I was feeling.”

“Kind of like sparking your fears of my safety so I wouldn’t turn up to work today?”

“What can I say? You’ve always hung out in the wrong crowds, Mikaelson.”

“I’ll take that as a sorry for manipulating your visions to suit your agenda,” Klaus drawled. 

“And saving you in the process.”

“You couldn’t help yourself,” he scoffed. “Looks like I returned the favour though too.” They held each other’s gaze, light blue eyes on dark. It had been so long since they’d seen each other in the flesh and it was overwhelming to say the least.

“What the hell did you do with that tattoo,” she murmured, their eyes still transfixed. It was the question that had gone unanswered for too long.

“I have no idea,” he breathed. “You wanted a wolf, something I already had in the same spot, but I had no idea it would…”

“Act like a portal into real life?” 

“Exactly. Between you and me, I have a feeling we’re going to need something huge to break this bond.”

“Laser therapy?” She gulped. “I may need more time to get used to that particular course of action.”

“Take all the time you need.” 

Turns out laser therapy was no longer required because these star crossed, ink lovers decided life together was too good and knowing what each other thought wasn’t such a bad thing.  In fact, they were still trying to outdo each other on a daily basis and lovingly called it their competitive nature whilst living happily ever after.

[bigbrotherlouis]

Please consider writing nourry fic 😍 that lil prompt was so cute i need moooore

if you insist, nonnie, feat. liam [part 1]

louis is halfway through putting on the sheet when the gravity of the situation hits him and he has to sit down for a minute. he’s got two teenage boys in his kitchen who can turn into puppies and were made to believe they weren’t human. god.

he pulls out his phone and rings liam. it’s what he generally does in times like these, when he doesn’t know what to do.

“tommo!” liam shouts and louis can’t help but smile a bit. “what’s happening?”

“got myself in a bit of trouble, payno,” he says honestly, clutching the phone to his ear like it’s a lifeline. liam’s quiet for a moment.

“how much is the bail?”

“what? no, that’s not– that’s not– uh. how much do you know about werewolves?”

“werewolves?” liam asks, his voice strange. “what’s this about?”

“are you free right now?”

“no?”

“can you just come over, please. if you’ve got any spare clothes you don’t mind being given away, bring those too. if you’re okay with that.”

“of course, louis. be right over.”

he hangs up and sits for a while. his legs feel shaky, like they wouldn’t hold him up.

after a second, there’s a soft knock on the door.

“yeah?” he says, voice rough, and harry pokes his head in around the door.

“i was just, um, seeing if you needed any help?”

“oh. uh, yeah, if you wouldn’t mind.” harry comes all the way in the room and helps him stretch the sheet over the mattress, put the pillow cases on and fold the duvet.

“this is so nice,” harry says, almost to himself and pressing down on the bed. “so soft.”

“it’s not the best bed but it’s not bad either.”

“it’s wonderful. you’re so nice to us.”

louis can’t handle hearing that, he can’t.

“it’s just a bed and something to drink,” he says helplessly, feeling like he might cry. “It’s not… it’s not anything fucking huge.”

harry just hums and smooths a hand over the soft part of the blanket again.

“the hot chocolate was really good,” harry says instead. “you make it so nice.”

“my mum taught me how. she puts cinnamon in it, that’s the secret ingredient.”

“oh! that makes sense, yeah. i could taste it.”

the doorbell goes and niall runs into the room, looking terrified.

“harry, c’mon,” he says, grabbing harry’s hand. louis frowns. “i’m so sorry we intruded. we shouldn’t have done that, but we’re going now, see? you don’t have to call anyone, we’ll just go, easy as that.”

“we didn’t steal anything, promise,” harry tells louis as they start for the door. “we’d never.”

“what are you two doing?” louis asks over the doorbell going again and niall takes a step forward so he’s in front of harry.

“leaving.”

“you don’t have to. it’s just my friend liam and he’s not threatening at all. he’s just here to visit.”

harry moves a step closer to niall and the doorbell’s still ringing. louis gives them another glance before going to open it before liam gets impatient.

“what took you so long?” liam asks with a smile. “thought you weren’t home.”

“sorry, it’s um. i was talking with someone.”

“who?” liam peers around louis into the living room and louis scrubs a hand through his hair. “i brought some clothes like you asked, by the way. mostly gym shorts and shirts but they’re all i could find on short notice.”

“they’re for niall and harry,” louis says, checking over his shoulder. there’s a suspicious lack of noises coming from the bedroom.

“who?”

“the teenage boys i found. well, kind of. they’re homeless, or i think they are, so i let them take a shower and gave them some hot chocolate.”

“what’s the problem, then?”

louis gives a little laugh, his hand still in his hair. he pulls a bit, just to ground himself. “i’ll just– you should meet them and then i’ll explain. here, c’mon.”

the door’s firmly shut and louis hesitates before knocking. liam looks skeptical but he doesn’t say anything, just shifts his weight.

“boys? can i come in? i’ve got liam with me.” there’s silence and not a good kind. louis’ heartrate kicks up and he knocks again, louder. “niall? harry? we’re not going to hurt you or anything. i just want you to meet him.”

still nothing. cautiously, he pushes open the door and looks inside. it’s empty.

“where did they go?”

“what’s going on, lou? there’s no one in here,” says liam as louis scans the room again. there’s not a lot of places for two teenage boys to hide in his flat, let alone in this room, and they’ve vanished into thin air.

“louis?” liam asks again and louis sighs.

“i’m not making them up.”

“i know you’re not, but–”

“shh,” says louis, putting up a hand. “did you hear that?”

“no?”

“someone sneezed,” he continues distractedly, moving towards the closet. the door’s just slightly ajar and louis pushes it open to see two pups in the corner. they look up when the light hits them and try to back farther backwards, like they’re trying not to be seen. the one with lighter fur barks, lips pulled back in a snarl, when louis reaches out.

“louis?” liam asks carefully, coming up behind him. “when did you get dogs?”

“they’re not– that’s harry and niall,” louis says, pointing. “erm, maybe that’s harry and that’s niall. not sure at the mo’.”

“i don’t understand. they’re dogs.”

“no, liam, they’re not. i mean, they are right now, but they’re boys.”

liam looks at him for a minute, an unreadable expression on his face.

“maybe we should sit down for a moment, lou. you don’t seem like yourself.”

“fuck off, liam. i’m not mental.”

“didn’t say you were,” mutters liam as louis gets down on his knees.

“boys, why are you hiding? you don’t need to hide, i told you that.”

the lighter one rests his chin on his paws and refuses to look away. louis sighs. the darker puppy yaps once, nosing at his brother and then making his way to nudge at louis’ hand. laughing in spite of himself, louis pets at his head.

“you’re harry, i bet. harry, this is liam. he’s nice even if he’s a bit skeptical.”

liam crouches down too and holds his hand out for harry to sniff. harry seems to approve because he doesn’t bite, just licks a little at the hand.

“what kind of dogs are they? they look more like wolf cubs or like, huskies,” comments liam and ruffles harry’s ear.

“not sure. i think they might be wolves, actually.” he stands, knees cracking slightly, and sighs again. “c’mon, they’re not going to introduce themselves. i’m sorry for bothering you, payno.”

“not bothering me. i got to pet a puppy, didn’t i?’ giving the dogs one more look, they go out to the lounge where liam collects his things. “what did you need help with, though? seems like the boys’ve cleared off, unless they’re in your room.”

“they’ll be back, i think. can i keep the clothes for a bit?”

“sure. i’ve got plenty–” his voice trails away as harry walks into the room, a sheepish look on his face.

“hiya,” he says. liam frowns.

“did you just come from the spare room? what the fuck, louis?”

“remember how i asked you about werewolves?” louis asks and liam’s frown gets deeper. harry looks between them nervously as niall creeps out too.

“wait, you were serious about that?”

“they’re werewolves, liam,” louis says. harry’s close enough to him that he can feel the heat radiating off him and everything in louis wants to reach back and hold his hand, hug him close, something. he stays put.

“those puppies? they were them two?”

louis and niall nod, and harry clears his throat.

“nice to meet you properly. m’harry. that’s niall. sorry we didn’t meet you earlier but we thought you were going to take us away.”

“i wouldn’t do that to you,” louis says fiercely. harry creeps closer to louis until they’re nearly touching; louis can feel his breath on his neck.

liam looks like he’s swallowed a lemon, speechless and shaking his head.

“i don’t– i don’t–”

“it was a shock for me too.”

“werewolves,” liam says wonderingly. “like, actual werewolves.”

“actual werewolves,” harry repeats solemnly and then frowns. “i don’t think we’re killed by silver though. do you know, niall?’

niall shakes his head.

“that’s good, then. won’t have to de-silverize the flat,” louis comments and both of the boys look at him quizzically.

“what? why?” asks niall.

“i already told you that i’m not kicking you out. you can stay here until you find a proper place, if you’d like. liam’s brought clothes for you tonight, nice ones from the look of them, and he might make you dinner too, if you persuade him enough.”

“oi, you can do your own cooking,” liam protests weakly. there’s a smile growing on his face, and one on harry’s well.

“i can help!” harry says. “i’m a good baker. and niall is too! we’ll help make dinner.”

liam laughs at his enthusiasm, and louis too, nearly knocking him over because he’s so close. niall looks uncertain but he’s not fretting, so louis counts it as a win.

“see? perfect,” louis says decisively. “you make dinner, and i’ll eat it, and everything will end up just brilliant.” he opens his arms a little, careful, and harry barrels right into them, liam following, and niall too, just for a second.

“everything will be fine,” he repeats. “promise.”