#since the request specifically asked for that

[glitterfingers]

Started as a silly crush from twelve? Thirteen? years ago. These feelings have existed for more than a decade. I live a quick jeep away from where i last saw you. I still recall your face between my legs in the blue room that December morning. I'm not sorry I didn't stay when you asked, but I regret being scared out of my mind when you requested tulog muna tayo, huwag ka munang umalis. My regrets are few and far between but I'll admit i regret not staying. For you I admit I remain a staunch defender of being absolutely selfish with my heart. I would not have survived you if you lied and pretended to want me when you didn't. But i can live through this pining. Thanks for rejecting the hypothetical but sincere request, for not being an asshole and using me for your ego (the bar is in the lowest circle of hell). After all those years of denying it to myself, you remain a constant ache in my chest. I still dream about you once a year and am hit with obscene longing every time. It would be comical if I weren't so disgusted at how much i want. And I'm so frustrated because it's been four years since I've last talked to you and it's you that i want specifically and only you. The blue room is long gone. That morning exists only in my memories. I've known no peace since. Thought time away would make the desire fade but it only gave the yearning depth. I've tried I've been trying i continue to try to let it go, let the wanting of you go. I endure raw desperation and this version is somehow the most amusing to my other friends, but the worst to you and you're not the cause, i just wish it were easier for me to have been your friend without simultaneously craving you.

But my long term longing is in your shape and the color of your skin and the tattoos you let me bite and how the morning sun hit your eyes and how we made each other laugh and i miss you all the time. How are your parents. What did you think about Senshi's story from Dungeon Meshi. What obscure movie are you going to recommend me now. Let's debate on why you said Junji Ito was for normies. I'll give you some of my tea and you'll thank me. Your friends probably still love you, even though your lives have all evolved, just talk to them. Will you let me kiss you properly just one last time? Don't let me kiss you, i'll probably never want to let go. I still haven't, but I swear I've tried everything I know though. Or do let me. I dont know. I've loved a couple people since the last time i thought i was in love with you. Apparently i cannot framework myself out of desire (who knew), but I've pried away the excess. I can love people without wanting them in my life anymore. Tell your parents you love them before it's too late.

I send a quick prayer for you every year on your birthday, i stopped greeting you because you never sounded like you enjoyed any of it, but it doesn't matter, the prayer is for my benefit, i never forget. I wish i could.

I wanted you before I knew how to be your friend. Maybe now I am paying that price. I like to believe I'm a better friend and lover now too, but we owe each other nothing. I love you anyway. I know you're not happy, but I hope you're content. I hope one day I'll see you out and about and my heart will stop feeling like it'll explode at the sight of your face. I'm a good liar but i know i can't help but look at you with reverence. Is that why you always looked like you knew something i didn't? I wonder what you saw on my face those last few times. I never did know how to covet without sacrificing and carving out a part of myself, but whatever spell you have me on means I've gotten better at loving myself too. I am no longer unhinged by longing and regret and aching. Time and space away from you (and everyone else really) has taught me that i dont need to bleed to prove my capacity to love. That sometimes the best way to love someone is to leave them the fuck alone because it'll be the best for everyone involved.

I'll see you. Probably next year in my dreams again.

Dedicated to the girl who continues to haunt my dreams even though it's been years since we spoke.

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[afroslacks]

Hiii idk if you’re still taking requests but I was wondering if you could do something where Micheal during an interview for Sinners he accidentally lets it out that when building smokes character that he had to draw from his own experiences in fatherhood. Which shocks the public because no one knew he was married let alone had a kid.

So he decided to put out at one of the premieres with his wife (reader) and nearly one year old baby (baby was born during filming in 2024)

Sorry if that doesn’t make sense🥹

Sinner’s press tour is up and running. The cast has been everywhere for the last couple of days. Michael, Wunmi, and Hailee are seated across from a female journalist who just entered the building. The journalist sits down with a warm smile on her face and white flashcards in her hands.

“Hello everyone, you all look so good today!” she says warmly, hoping to make everyone feel comfortable.

Michael is seated in the middle between both actresses, nodding his head while adjusting his chain and the special watch that has a message engraved from you. He always wears the watch because it brings him comfort on days like this—days when he’s extremely busy and wishes he could be with you and your baby girl, who was born recently.

“Thank you, we’re happy to be here,” he replies with a beautiful smile, gesturing toward the journalist.

“Truly,” Wunmi adds softly, nudging Michael’s shoulder as a subtle signal of gratitude for actively engaging—even though she knows his mind is at home.

Hailee sits there smiling as she rocks back and forth with her legs crossed in her chair. The journalist clears her throat.

“Now that we’ve got pleasantries out of the way, let’s get started, shall we?”

All three actors agree silently.

The journalist asks, “So Michael, since you’re playing two different characters in this film, how were you able to differentiate the twins, specifically in their relationships with Annie and Mary? Because the relationships are completely separate from one another.”

Michael nods as he takes in her question, preparing his response.

“That’s a good question. Stack is the more impulsive, hot-headed twin, so you can imagine his relationships with women being the same. He’s seen as a womanizer—breaking women’s hearts and moving on. But it’s also seen as a front, because Mary is the woman he wants. He has to act a certain way to deny himself his desire for her. When they do get together, you can definitely feel the tension and passion between them.”

After the first half of his answer, he clears his throat before continuing.

“Smoke, on the other hand, is the calmer twin. He typically keeps to himself. The trauma they experienced impacted him a lot more, so he retreats emotionally. I wouldn’t consider him much of a womanizer, because the only woman who stole his heart is Annie. Their relationship is deeper—they have history, and he’s the father of her child. He welcomed fatherhood. I’m the same way—”

His eyes go wide, and he shuts his mouth the moment he realizes his mistake.

The journalist furrows her brows. “I’m sorry? What do you mean you feel the same?” she asks.

Michael mentally rolls his eyes, realizing he now has to talk his way out of the mess he just created.

Wunmi quickly steps in. “What he means is, since he eventually wants to become a dad, he’s ready for the idea of fatherhood. Right, Michael?” She turns to him, giving him a flawless save.

He perks up, smiling at the interviewers. “Of course! My bad, I’m just really tired right now, so the words are coming out a mess,” he explains.

The journalist glances between the cast members, unsure if they’re being honest. After a moment, she lets it go, understanding that people make mistakes.

“Oh, okay. For a second, I thought you were a father.”

Wunmi, Michael, and Hailee nervously laugh, trying to steer attention away from Michael’s slip-up.

One hour later, after the interview is posted, Michael’s words start circulating online.

You’re sitting at your mansion on the couch, watching television while fiddling with the large diamond on your finger. The baby sleeps quietly in the crib next to you. Your best friend sends you a link to the clip with a message that says: "Check it out."

Pressing the link, you watch the clip. You scoff, shaking your head.

“I know this nigga didn’t just open his mouth,” you mutter, typing a message to your husband telling him to call you as soon as he’s free.

You and Michael have been together for five years total—dating for two and married for three. You recently had your baby after waiting a while to enjoy each other’s company. You met at a work event and immediately hit it off, but decided to keep your romance out of the public eye so you could enjoy your relationship in peace. You both agreed to hold off on telling the public for as long as possible.

But… that might not be an option anymore.

As you sit on the couch, you scroll through the comments—and people are not letting that slip slide at all:

I knew he had a family. That’s why we don’t see him much.

Michael, let me find out you’re married. I’m gonna find your wife.

Oh no, I’m not sharing my man.

Hello, I’m the wife he has a secret family with. So y’all can back off—thank ya!

It don’t matter if you’re married—we can still make it work, baby.

Whoever he’s with is lucky. They get Smoke AND Stack.

Where is the wife? I’m trying to find her.

That’s just a few of the comments. You take a deep breath to calm your beating heart.

Your phone lights up with “Hubby” flashing on the screen. Swiping green, his face appears.

“Hey, baby,” he greets nervously, noticing your scowl.

“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me. Michael, what the hell was that?” you ask, stepping into a quiet area of the house so the baby can keep sleeping.

“I’m sorry—I slipped up. I stopped myself as soon as I said it,” he apologizes, hating to see anything other than happiness and pleasure on your beautiful face.

You roll your eyes so hard they might fall out and hit the floor.

“You better do damage control. We agreed to keep this private.” The threat is crystal clear in your tone.

After a few moments of silence, he mutters, “Or… you could come with me to one of the premieres?”

You pause. Silence fills the air.

“Michael, are you serious right now?” you ask, brows furrowed.

He scoffs. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We agreed to be private to protect ourselves from the public. And now you want to throw that out?” You clarify to process what he’s saying.

“I know, baby. But I don’t wanna hide forever. I want to let the world know I’m taken and happy—so they’ll back off. We don’t have to be super public. Just let them know one good time, then keep it moving,” Michael confesses, hoping you’ll agree.

You sigh deeply. “Fine. But the baby can’t come—it’s too loud, and I don’t feel comfortable showing her.”

“Thank you, baby. I love you,” he says, smiling.

“I love you too, punk.”

[bluebnny]

Can u make a luffy x reader smut friend with benefits?

monkey d luffy x reader

contents: luffy fucking you in the storage room at your work :) – reader has a vagina, but gender is not specified

warnings: smut, P in V sex, maybe slight voyeurism?, MDNI

a/n: yes, anon, yes i can :) thank you for the request! I didn’t make reader a pirate, as i always find that dynamic to be a little more interesting. Also, sorry if you wanted me to get more into the "friends with benefits" aspect of it. This is more focused on the smut than their specific relationship. Anyway, hope you like it! <3

(Dividers made by me)

word count: 1.020

Luffy is the same in every area of his life: messy, spontaneous, and carefree. But he is also the most enthusiastic person you know, burning with an intense passion that shines through in everything he does.

Even if that “thing” is you.

“Ahh- fuck. Luffy, more, please…” Here you are, in the storage room of the bar you work at, with your face pressed up against the wall. You’re doing your very best to keep your moans under control, trying to end the night with both your job and dignity intact. But he is not making it easy.

“Sure you can handle more?” Even when he’s breathless and panting, he somehow manages to joke around, and you don’t have to look at him to know he’s grinning.

Luffy snaps his hips roughly into yours, mesmerized by the way your ass and thighs shake with every harsh thrust. He’s impossibly deep now, using so much force that his hips still for half a second before pulling back again. You feel him pressing himself all the way inside, and the way it hurts so deliciously has your eyes rolling back in your head.

He goes on for what feels like forever and at the same time not long enough to your dizzy mind. All you know for sure is the pleasure building inside you, making you let out a string of whines and whimpers at the intensity of it.

He’s ramming himself into you from behind, keeping a steady pace. One hand is on the back of your head, the other on your hip to keep you from squirming away, his feet firmly planted on the ground.

You’re a whole different story. Hair messy and mouth half open, you’re barely able to contain your whimpers of pleasure. You have a hand on the wall, trying – and failing – to steady yourself, as your shaky legs are not helping much at the moment. Your other hand is placed on Luffy’s abs, whether to make him slow down from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, or to ask for more, you couldn’t even say yourself. All you know is that you’ve been craving this ever since you heard this morning that the straw hats had docked at your town again.

You and Luffy had met not too long ago but quickly considered yourselves friends. However, it didn’t stay like that for very long, as your friendship had swiftly evolved into something a little… more.

It had happened on a drunken night a few months back. Luffy and the straw hats had visited your island for a quick stop to restock and have some fun on land, going to your bar for a few drinks to catch up with you. You had joined them, seeing as you were off work that night. One thing had led to another, and you had found yourself under him on his ship, just about coherent enough to pant and moan out as the breath was repeatedly being knocked out of you by none other than the captain himself.

Ever since that night, you were addicted.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tightly.” He groans into the back of your head, bending over a little from the delicious feeling.

You honestly couldn’t tell anymore from how blissed out you are, no longer in control of your body. Retaining just enough sense to be aware that your boss is tending the bar on the other side of the door, and remembering that you were trying not to be too loud.

But Luffy gives a particularly hard thrust that has you gasping out despite your best efforts. You’re beyond grateful for the deafening music playing throughout the establishment. Without it, you’re sure everyone would hear exactly what you two are up to.

“Careful, or everyone out there will hear you.” He teases.

“I- I can’t.” You breathe out. How the hell are you supposed to keep any sense of control when he’s making you feel this good? But the mortifying thought of someone catching you like this sends a shiver down your spine and you clench down harder around him.

“Fuck, you like that?” He’s chuckling, but it’s coming out a little choppy from his rapid movements.

“Luffy… I’m close. Ah!” You let out another squeak when his hand moves from your head down to your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles that have you breaking on the spot.

Your mind is reeling from the orgasm crashing through you, your entire body shaking and convulsing from the intensity. Both your hands are now planted against the wall from the effort of holding yourself up.

Your pussy is helplessly spasming around his thick cock, which Luffy is still slamming into you. But you can tell he must be close from how desperate his thrusts are getting. It doesn’t take much before he’s cumming too. With a groan, he releases into you in thick spurts, his pace slowing down for the first time.

You both start to come down from the intense sensation, and you feel like you might actually fall now. Your legs start shaking even more violently as the tension leaves your body. But just as you’re about to collapse, you feel Luffy’s steadying grip around your middle, and he helps you sit on a spare chair in the corner of the room.

“You alright?” He asks you after a moment, his mind clearly still reeling from everything.

“Yeah. Just got to regain my breath.” How the hell was he already so energetic again? You feel like you’ve just run a marathon. At least your legs do.

“Yeah… fuck that was hot!” Is all he says, and when you look up to se his characteristic smile back on his face, you can’t help but mirror it.

“It was. Alright I’m good now I think.” You search for your pants which are somewhere on the floor of the storage, meanwhile hoping that your hair doesn’t look too much of a mess as you don’t have a mirror to check. But judging by how Luffy looks, your hopes are not too high.

Thanks for reading! And thank you so much for the request! Also uhhh this one doesn't have a title. It's midnight here and i am in no state to think of a good one lol.

(This is my fic, don't repost or use in any AI training programmes! Reblogs are always appreciated <3) Here are my rules, and my masterlist.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Childhood best friends Harringrove losing their virginity to each other one sticky hot July night, the summer after their junior year. Whispered declarations of everlasting love as they lay tangled together in the sheets on Steve’s bed. Vowing to be each other’s one and only.

anon...you requested this back in September 2022 and it was at the very bottom of my drafts...I'm so sorry 😭 I'm not sure if you're still in the fandom or not but I finally finished your request!! light smut at the end!

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He had expected it to be awkward. And, it kind of was, but he hadn’t expected it to feel like this - like what he’d been missing for so long as finally there, right where it was supposed to be.

Their lips had brushed for the first time at the age of 13 and 14, as a dare, at Tommy’s birthday party. And when Steve had pulled away, he saw this confused look in Billy’s blue eyes, his brows furrowed slightly. They’d been friends since the tender age of 6, when Steve had spotted a blond boy with curly hair standing alone at recess on the first day of kindergarten. They’d been inseparable ever since.

But once the girls and boys at the party had begun to giggle at them, they had laughed it off, Billy pushing at his shoulder like he always did, and Steve pushed that evening to the back of his mind, content to forget all about it.

Except, he couldn’t. Whenever he looked at Billy, his eyes went to his lips. Shaped so perfectly, pink like his mother’s azaleas, with a sharp cupid’s bow and plump bottom lip that drove Steve crazy. 

And as they grew, muscles filling out and limbs elongating, jaws becoming scratchy with stubble, Steve still found him beautiful. His eyes, so intense, even when they were staring off into the distance and disconnected from the moment. His hair, always curled and set to Billy’s specifications, smelled of hairspray and cigarettes and Steve loved it. The freckles that dotted Billy’s nose and cheeks made Steve’s knees weak, along with the ones on his shoulders - especially those ones. 

He spent so long admiring Billy and convincing himself that it was nothing, that he never noticed Billy doing it back. Looking when Steve wasn’t. Hooking up with girls that had brown hair and brown eyes. Grabbing Steve’s biceps during gym class and grinning at him knowingly, “You been lifting weights or something?” even though Billy knew they worked out together multiple times a week.

Perhaps it was just building up to this moment, at Steve’s 17th birthday party. His parents had fucked off to wherever they were that month and Billy had convinced him to throw a party, whispering in his ear all week at school.

“C’mon, dancing queen. You’re only seventeen once.”

‘Dancing queen’. As if Billy listened to ABBA. 

Obviously, he gave in. He told a few people, who told others, and those others told their friends, and now here Steve was, being helped upstairs to his room by Billy. A strong arm around his waist, both of them giggling drunkenly as they get into the room and Billy shoves him onto the bed with a grin.

“Sleep it off, Stevie,” he hummed, not even bothering to look away as Steve rolled onto his back and began to undress, always one to sleep in just his briefs when he was drunk.

“I’m—" a hiccup, “I’m gonna, okay? S’your fault for giving me so many shots...” He mumbled as he kicked off his jeans, feeling Billy help him when they got caught on his ankles. He managed to open his eyes - unsure of when he’d closed them - long enough to see Billy standing at the foot of his bed, a soft smile on the blond’s face. “You gonna sleep here?” He asked softly.

Billy had nodded, “Yeah. M’not tired, though.” There were still guests downstairs, after all. And Steve trusted his best friend to make sure everyone left or had a place to sleep before going to bed himself.

“‘Kay,” Steve whispered, “G’night.” 

“Night, Stevie.”

When Steve woke up the next morning, his brain feeling way too big for his skull, he found Billy next to him, asleep. And despite the hangover, Steve had sleepily blinked through the waves of nausea to admire Billy in the morning sun: messy hair, thick eyelashes casting a shadow fanning across his cheekbones, and his lips slightly parted with deep breaths. Clothes missing except his briefs, so comfortable and safe in Steve’s bed.

Steve’s heart had skipped a beat and he knew he was in love with Billy in that moment.

He’d always been a fool for love, but with Billy, it was different. It ran deep, something that felt like it was in his DNA, like he’d been made to love Billy Hargrove before he even knew it.

In the summer after their junior year, it all came to a head, when he kissed Billy in his backyard.

It was a hot July evening, and instead of melting in his room, Billy had shown up on Steve’s front door with a six pack of beer, a towel over his shoulder, and a familiar smile as he asked, “Wanna go for a dip?”

And who was Steve to deny him anything?

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The sun is hot but at least the beer is cold, Steve thinks as he leans back on a recliner and sips at the lip of his can, watching Billy flop down in the recliner next to him, cracking his beer open with a happy hum. 

It’s easy, with Billy. They’re assholes to each other but it’s the way they work. Snide comments, mean smiles, soft looks, inside jokes. They talk and drink for the entire afternoon, finally taking a dip in the pool once their skin is hot to the touch, and even then they’re splashing each other because it’s a competition and Billy never backs down, keeps poking Steve until he gets a reaction.

Maybe that’s why Billy swims him into a corner, a smirk on his flushed face, water clinging to his eyelashes and soaked curls. Steve lets himself be cornered, a hand resting on the edge of the pool as he grins at his best friend, ready to splash the blond but Billy has this look in this eye then. Something a little intense, a little serious, and it makes Steve freeze. 

He sees the way Billy’s eyes flick down to his lips, for just a second, but it’s long enough that Steve notices. 

And, he freezes, for a moment. The tension is thick and Billy falters, that cocky expression slipping away to uncertainty for a moment, like he's realizing that he's made a mistake.

Steve hates it. Hates that Billy would think for even a second that he wouldn't want this.

So, he pushes off the wall a bit, until he's pressed up against his best friend and he's clumsily pressing his lips to Billy's for a second before pulling away, eyes wide.

Billy's eyes are equally as wide, his jaw dropping a little in surprise.

And because Steve is Steve, he breathes, "I'm sorry."

Which has Billy blinking in confusion, his brows furrowing for a moment before he huffs in exasperation and splashes Steve in the face again.

"What the fuck!" Steve coughs, feels the chlorine burning his nose and eyes as he wipes at them, and when he opens them Billy is climbing out of the pool, the wet muscles of his back flexing under the sun so perfectly that Steve is stunned into silence at the mere sight.

Billy stands and turns around, an expectant look on his pink face as he stares down at Steve, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He waits a moment before asking, rather impatiently, "Are you getting out or what?"

"Are you going to throw me back in when I do?" He asks cautiously, already swimming to the edge where Billy had just lifted himself out from.

"You're making me want to, the longer you stay in there," Billy mutters, watching Steve climb out of the pool and standing there just a few feet away.

They look at each other for another moment, unsure of what to do, because it's settling in that they kissed without a dare or an audience and it meant something.

"Do it again," Billy mutters suddenly, almost whispers.

And Steve doesn't need to be told twice.

He steps close, their chests nearly touching, leaning in to press another kiss to Billy's lips - when he feels a shove to his chest and he's indeed flailing backwards into the pool.

When he resurfaces, Billy's frowning down at him and all but hissing, "Why the fuck would you apologize?"

"I don't know!" Steve gasps with desperation, a hint of a whine in his voice as he swims back to the edge of the pool, pushing his wet hair back from his face and glaring up at Billy as he folds his arms over the edge of the tile, "I...I panicked, I guess."

"Yeah, no shit," Billy huffs, his mouth twitching, "C'mon. Get out."

Steve gives him a look, which makes the blond roll his eyes before taking a step back from the pool, a safe distance away from Steve as he climbs back out again.

And then Billy's charging at him again, and Steve tenses and squeezes his eyes shut, expecting to feel himself thrown back in the pool, but then there's only warm skin and strong arms around his shoulders, pressing him down into the earth, and then Billy's demanding mouth against his.

His mouth is wet, hot, sucking Steve's tongue inside with a soft sound. Steve's immediately wrapping his arms around Billy in return, pressing into his body, tilting his head as he lets Billy claim his mouth.

It's aggressive, a little rough, so Billy.

The blond pulls away, his lips so red now, his eyes so blue under heavy lids as he whispers in a tone Steve can't refuse, "Upstairs."

They track water inside, but no one's around to give them shit for it, and it's hard for Steve to care when Billy's pushing his shorts down, so beautifully naked and hard in Steve's bed.

He pushes his own shorts down and climbs onto his bed, crawling on top of Billy and letting his best friend pull him down, feeling a hand gripping the soft-firm muscle of his ass, encouraging him to rock his hips down.

"Billy," he breathes, slotting his thigh between the blond's, their lips meeting again in a kiss as they rock together, desperate and needing and wanting.

Billy moans into his mouth, the sound so low and rumbling, settling in Steve's chest where he never wants it to leave.

It's embarrassingly quick, their first time, with the sensation of their cocks sliding together so slick and hot, pushing each other over the edge with a gasp and hissed curse.

And under that gauze of bliss, where Steve feels like he's floating, he begins to talk.

"Want you forever," Steve murmurs, unable to stop the swell of affection in his chest as Billy begins to rock under him again, their bodies so intertwined he didn't know when he started and Billy ended.

"One and only," Billy whispers, his voice a little shaky, staring up at Steve with such raw vulnerability, "You."

"Don't want anyone but you, Billy," Steve smiles gently, leaning down and pressing sweet little kisses to Billy's warm cheek, again and again, and Billy accepts them without complaint.

In fact, he looks pleased, with his own soft smile and pinked cheeks.

He looks happy.

Glowing with it, maybe.

Steve wants to see him like this, forever.

"It's always been you, and always will be," he promises, gently bumping the tip of his nose against Billy's, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Gonna love you forever, whether you want it or not."

"I do, want it," Billy whispers, his voice cracking a little with emotion, his blue eyes so wet as he clings to Steve, "Promise?"

"I promise," Steve murmurs, kissing him again and again in his too-hot room, humming happily when Billy whispers his own promise against his lips.

[vxnillabxn]

may i please request a blurb about mc seeing zayne in scrubs?? specifically the burgundy ones (hospitals have color coded scrubs for the staff and cardiologists & cardiac surgeons almost always wear red)

reference:

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nsfw, mdni! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚you may request ANYTHING about dr. zayne !! ty for feeding my imagination ♡ (sorry if i wrote too much, i got excited)

it was a silly change. zayne didn't think much of it, but you were thrilled. ever since they announced the hospital would apply color-coded uniforms, you were the first one to agree —even though no one asked you.

you went to visit zayne as soon as you could, and lord almighty, did he look different.

pale skin popping, veiny arms visible under the short sleeves, large hands reviewing charts and filling them up, the tiniest bit of skin visible under the “v” line of that uniform… and his stethoscope, dangling ever so slightly as he leans down over the counter.

when he puts on his latex gloves, your lips part in awe. he's barely doing anything, yet he's doing so much to you. you don't even register when he stands in front of you, raising one eyebrow before taking his glasses off.

your heart rate goes up thanks to this gorgeous cardiac surgeon. what a hot irony.

“yes? do you... need assistance?”

“please!”

you blurt out before you even notice, finally looking into his eyes with a heated face.

a subtle smirk and a brief glance around the hallway later, and your "heart" is being assisted by your favorite doctor.

in private.

[freak-accident419]

'i wish you were a girl'

Rhett Abbott x Reader

Summary: Rhett comes to you for help. You always had this weird relationship with him—a weird in-between of platonic and romantic. However, Rhett had a reputation to hold, meaning you could never go too far with him. The worst part, however, is that he truly likes you as much as you do.

Word Count: 1.1k

Content: (drabble-ish), non-woman!reader, male!reader, non-binary!reader, genderqueer!reader, inspired by 'as you are' film, influenced by 'brokeback mountain' film, are they lovers? worse, closeted Rhett Abbott, forbidden love, no happy ending (feel free to request a 2nd part), kissing, comfort, cuddling, events canon to the show, this is my pride month fic xx

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Rhett Abbott was straight.

At least that's what the default assumption was in Wabang, Wyoming.

It was a western, conservative territory. Otherwise, there was an unspoken "don't ask, don't tell" etiquette among townsfolk. It wasn't too much of a burden to be queer, considering there was an out lesbian as the Deputy Sheriff. But that didn't mean Joy Hawk hadn't faced any hardships at all because of it.

Rhett Abbott was raised to be a "real man." He instantly got fixated on the concept of bull riding in his childhood and he was always teased by his elders whenever there was a girl his age right next to him.

There was nothing wrong with being queer. Rhett was taught to be respectful and kind, and that's what the Abbott family was all about. But if Rhett was queer? It was never a conversation. He was "too masculine, too much of a ladies' man" to be, so there were no concerns there.

Surely enough, that statement would soon be challenged once you came into the picture.

You were Rhett's close friend, knowing him for a few years now. It all started with you helping him shotgun a Miller Lite at a lively bonfire party. He fucked up with the first can and wound up spilling it all over the ground. As you witnessed his pathetic endeavor, you decided to assist him with a new can, puncturing the hole for him. Obviously, you both got drunk that evening, but Rhett seemed to be more hammered than you. The friends he came with were nowhere to be seen, so you stayed with him the entire time, driving him home once you finally sobered up. Ever since that night, you never left his side.

But that was years ago. Now, you had a much deeper connection, one that was more unconventional than anything. Don't take this the wrong way, it was beautiful. But it also wasn't comprehensible. It reached places farther than just friendship, yet it didn't quite meet the criteria for a real, romantic relationship either.

There was one thing for certain, however. Rhett Abbott simply couldn't be with you. It was well known—rather, well assumed—that he was straight.

So he didn't question this very moment; his head on your lap as you stroke his brown locks. Apparently, Rhett got into serious trouble. He wasn't specific about it as he blabbered to you in a panic, but he also knew you weren't the kind to pry. You would just do things for him without asking.

"Will you be my alibi for last night?" You could hear the urgency over the phone just through his anxious inflection.

He needed you. "Yeah. Sure."

And so, he came to your place in pursuit of solace. And you provided. After all, that's what friends were for.

Rhett lightly shifted his position on the couch, continuing to revel in your touch. His blue eyes bore into the wooden wall across from him, feeling the stress from his brother's actions slowly fading away.

He knew he shouldn't feel anything for you. He knew it wasn't right, to fall for his close friend. He knew it wasn't right to fall for someone like you.

"You okay?"

But he couldn't help it.

"What?" Rhett huffs in alert, slightly turning his head to face you.

Your hand that was in his hair lightly pushed him back in position to convey he had nothing to worry about. "You've been quiet," you mumble, gentle fingers continuing its ministrations, "something else bothering you?"

The man on your lap sighs deeply. "Everything's just so fucked up," he mutters bitterly, almost nuzzling your thigh with the slight stir of his nose.

Rhett was six feet tall, weighing around 150 pounds. He would frequently work on the ranch, having his fair share of chores. He would get into bar fights and he rode bulls for a living. But none of that mattered right now; he felt like the smallest person on earth as long as he was in your arms.

"Thank you for doing this," he mumbles, shutting his eyes briefly in exhaustion, "I know it's very... inconvenient."

"Yeah, well," you scoff softly, "you should know by now that I'm used to your troublemaking tendencies."

He let out a quiet chuckle in response, inhaling deeply in order to ground himself.

"Mm. Yeah," he sighs, before a bittersweet thought crossed his mind. "What would I do without you?"

Rhett sat up, untangling from your arms. He was beside you on the couch, searching your eyes with a hint of desperation. He needed to be close to you.

He felt like a magnet. It felt like you were falling—an excruciatingly slow fall towards him. You weren't sure what came over you, because your face moved closer and closer to his until your lips touched.

He kissed back.

You were kissing Rhett. And Rhett was kissing back.

Your hands were limp as your mouth moved with his, feeling his gentle, moist lips meshed with yours. He was lost in the sensation, exploring the foreign territory of intimacy with you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue already parting your mouth to taste you. Yet, while it felt like a millennium, the kiss concluded promptly.

Rhett sank back into his spot on the couch, and the two of you just stayed there motionless, processing what had just happened.

It's always been deemed so wrong, but it felt so right. He wasn't supposed to kiss a platonic friend. He wasn't supposed to kiss someone who wasn't a woman. He wasn't supposed to kiss you. No matter how much his body seemed to crave it.

Women were his forte, and that was the end of it. From childish crushes on girls in grade school, to hopeless yearning for Maria Olivares in high school, he's always liked women. And sure, his cowboy peers may have looked fairly attractive to him. And maybe that librarian always seemed to have a pretty smile on their face. But it didn't mean anything. There was no way it could have been sexual attraction. Rhett Abbott was straight. He had to be.

After all, everybody expects the bull-wrangling, church-going Abbott offspring to be a well-respected, good old fashioned role model of a man.

Rhett gulped, overwhelmed with a sense of guilt and regret as his next words would break the long streak of silence.

"I wish you were a girl," he murmured.

He wasn't looking at you, as his eyes were glued to the floor—glassy and scintillating.

You expected this of him. You knew it in your heart that you loved each other. But Rhett was stubborn and he had a reputation to hold. He never wanted to risk being a disappointment. Even if that meant hurting you.

"I'm sorry," he utters.

You always knew it was never going to work out.

"Me too."

You just didn't expect it to be this painful.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi! Thanks for your writing! I requested the Eldritch Delight Ragnor meeting Alec fic, which of course meant I had to reread the entire series for the umpteenth time. :) In doing so, I realized/ remembered THEY'RE ENGAGED! So, for my request this week - could I please have some Eldritch Delight wedding planning 'cause I think it would be the most unhinged thing ever! (Poor Jace, Mirai, Ragnor, Andrew & anyone else they come in contact with regularly - except maybe Cat as she seems like she's having the time of her life.)

As always, thank you so much!!

SFW/NSFW your choice.

<3 hi you're welcome and yes! they are engaged and they are wanting to get married as soon as possible. this kind of veered sideways but its specifically all about wedding planning stuff! sort of... it makes sense in context.

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

this eldritch delight

“You cannot be serious.”

Alec feels as if that’s one of Jace’s favorite things to say.  It certainly comes up far more often than it should, considering that no matter how many time Jace says it, Alec has always been and remains, serious.

“It’s my wedding.” Alec never thought he’d feel such devastating delight or feel the the agony of enduring each day that keeps him from marrying Magnus. “If I can’t marry Magnus in the moonlight of a hollow volcano used for necromatic rituals, then I’m going to have my lilies.”

“Lilies? Those aren’t lilies, Alec. Those are blood sucking monsters designed to look like gorgeous flowers who specifically devour nephilim blood! Over half of your guests will be nephilim.”

Alec frowns and Jace steps back and further into the sun but too bad for him, Magnus gave Alec a miniature parasol that expands upon contact with the sun.

Jace scowls a muttered, ‘unfair’ under his breathe and before he can run, a vine has crept up and thoughtfully tangled with his foot.

“What do you mean over half of the guests will be nephilim?”

“Oh Raziel, why are you like this?”

“I’ve always been like this. Why do you continually expect differently?”

Jace apparently — and for once — has nothing to say to that and so Alec steps closer and politely doesn’t shade Jace’s face from the sun, even if Jace is squinting as if the sun is blinding him.  Alec is sure he’s enjoying it like the strange being he is.

“So, as I was asking. What do you mean more than half would be nephilim? Magnus knows more people simply by virtue of being alive longer. We’ve already decided that no more than one fifth of the guests will be nephilim.  So the lilies are fine and your numbers are wrong.”

“This is going to be a political nightmare. Alec, please do you really think they’re going to be fine with the Commander and Head of New York Institute having that few nephilim guests? At his own wedding?”

Alec really thinks that Jace just likes being dramatic, because it’s clear his brother has overlooked some — what Alec considers — fairly obvious problems.

“Jace.”

And Jace stops talking and with a sigh, brings his hand up to shade his eyes — why Alec isn’t sure why since he likes the sun — and tries to meet Alec’s gaze.  It’s slightly off, which is good because Jace’s eyes are boring, they start to twitch and flicker away after only meeting Alec’s for a few seconds.

“Jace!”

That’s a strangely familiar yet unfamiliar voice and Alec turns to see a small red-head and suddenly remembers the promise he’d fulfilled with Jace.

“Oh no.” Jace doesn’t seem to realize he’s said it, his eyes focused with the intensity of a hawk on the redhead. Alec wonders if Jace thinks of her like he does his bunnies.

Well, she looks healthy enough and considering that she’s clearly escaped containment — Jace seems unduly worried at seeing her — Alec decides it’s only fair he helps. After all, maybe it will endear Jace into helping him.

—

Jace can only stare in fascinated horror as Clary hits the ground, unconscious even before her body drops and Alec watches her fall with an almost disappointed frown.  The black lace parasol keeping Alicante’s bright sun off his skin twirls as he tips Clary’s body over with his toe.

Like he’s touching something poisonous. 

Actually no. 

Alec would be thrilled to touch something poisonous.  He’s acting like Clary is some kind of mundane atrocity.

“Where you hoping she’d run?” Jace can’t help but ask, even as he steps forward — the vine having let him go — and helpfully picks Clary up, relieving Alec from the burden and saving Clary any further damage.

Jace makes a note to dose her with an antidote as soon as they’re done.

“She had an interesting look to her eyes. It might have been interesting.” Alec grins and Jace swallows back the instinctive bile as Alec’s maw widens.

“Look, Alec. Please, I know you dislike them but even you need to engage in politics for some things.”

“Jace this isn’t about politics. How many nephilim do you think will want to come to a Trueblood wedding? And how many do you think will come back from one?”

The thing is, it’s not a threat.

Alec seems exasperated and suddenly Jace feels ridiculous, because once again, he let the Council talk him into something ridiculous.  In fact, he’s going to quote Alec word for word because he’s right. Despite the Clave wanting a significant presence at this wedding, almost no one will show up when they realize it’s a Trueblood wedding.  They might, if it was Maryse remarrying.  However there are very few nephilim who will be willing to come for Alec’s and even fewer who would both be willing, and be able to survive.”

“I see your point. It’s a very good point and I think I’m even going to ensure it’s followed.” Because if anyone insists after Jace reminds them of Alec’s very crucial point, Jace will just kill them and let his grandmother ground him.

“Hey Jace.”

“Yeah buddy?” Jace turns and sees Alec stepping up to where a portal shouldn’t be able to form but is. Alec smirks and Jace’s spine tingles as Alec tilts his parasol just enough to let his eyes glint with the promise of a threat.

“You are going to be at my wedding and if you don’t survive, I’ll turn your bunnies into a stew for Magnus.”

Jace would have rather Alec had just said he’d be disappointed in him.  But after one time when it made him cry, Alec had decided to find different ways to threaten him… despite the fact that they still sometimes make Jace cry.

Alec's kind of awfully sweet and terrible at it too.

“Don’t lie, they’re not poisonous enough for you to turn them into stew and you like how soft they are. You’d probably just steal them and somehow accidentally turn them into carnivorous lethal bunnies and honestly, I think that’s worse. So I promise I will both attend and stay alive.”

AN:

jace's eyes are boring because jace is controlling his reactions

alec is trying to be polite and not be like: hi jace, you're being dumb. can you please name more than a dozen nephilim who would even want to come? and more than five who would survive?

jace is going to show up to the clave's meeting and be like: who was the idiot who tried to have mostly nephilim be at the trueblood wedding?

*some important member* 'how dare'

"A TRUEBLOOD WEDDING!!! HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT THAT ENTAILS?"

Maryse gliding in sipping what is clearly something poisonous from the fumes coming from the glass alone.

"I don't see why everyone wouldn't want to come. However the seats will be limited, after all, there will be a blood harvest and I've decided to bring out the old trueblood chalices. Perhaps we'll even do a hunt. There's still a few circle members left."

the clave: ... so how many seats do we have to fill? like what is the minimum? like we could take it from 1/5 of the guests to 1/10

[gatorbites-imagines]

Going off anon bc i wanna get notifs to be less paranoid idk DAMNIT I KNEW IT GOT EATEN IT ALWAYS HAPPENS ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ tumblr hates me ,,

Sooo my request was um . sfw headcanons for Angstrom x soft tboy reader (soft in both ,, physical and mental sense <33) . Preferably post-canon if you've read the comics, like after he actually starts getting his shit back together when he moves back to the og universe? Maybe having reader to help him through it, getting used to living a normal life again and helping him feel better about his body AND LIKE GENERALLY WITH HIS MENTAL HEALTH <//3 idk he just. Deserves a big tiddy boyfriend to lay on instead of getting kidnapped and tortured and killed -_-

Feel free to take your time with this ask!! Ik he's a very uhm. Unusual character to write for </3 btw ill send this twice just to make sure it goes through TwT

Angstrom levy x ftm reader 

Headcanons 

Love this man and his big ass fivehead. Im getting my T injection next week, and my body hurts at having to spend almost 200 dollars for my injection, being a boy is expensive,,, 

I've been tickling my Naruto interest again,,, I just like some of the funky guys in it, a bit too much,,, 

You guys have been partners for a long time. If Angstrom has his son this this verse, then its up to you if hes yours, or if you guys got together after Angstrom had his son. 

You two are kinda divorced at this point? Since he went pretty coocoo for cocoa puffs, and divorced you to act out his plans. A split mind like his doesn't really leave room for a partner and love. 

Some part of his mind did know that he didn't want you to be in danger though, so he pretty much just walks out on you with divorce papers drawn up and all that. 

You would obviously be crushed by this, but also know that Angstrom was hanging on by a single thread, and you would know him enough to see through his meaner words and erratic behavior. 

So yeah, it hurts a lot, but you also don't do anything with the papers, but its like, in the system and all that, ya know? 

I can see all of this making you spiral as well, being more vulnerable mentally and all that, but you try to stay positive. Keeping up with the news, and also for any signs of Angstrom. 

I believe it takes a while for him to come back, and to start coming back to himself. 

When Angstrom does gather himself again, he's so ashamed and crushed about his actions, and how he left you the way he did. He also doesn't want to go back, in fear of how you will react when you see him. 

Instead of being snatched up the way he is in the comics, Angstrom can't help himself and teleports to your shared home, just to see you, or so he tells himself. Angstrom's mind is still a mess, but seeing you makes his entire being warm up. 

I can see him hovering around for a while, just to “make sure you are safe” and all that, he cant get himself to leave, as Angstrom yearns to be with you again. 

You are still trying to live your life, even if you miss your husband so much, and there are times you swear you can feel his presence but when you look there is nothing, and it just makes you feel more down in the dumps. 

You sleep wearing his old clothes, or spray his deodorant on his pillow to cuddle it because you miss him so much. It feels pathetic, even to you, but you can't help it, and when Angstrom realizes this, he feels himself start melting. 

I don't think anything specific happens that is what makes him finally come home. One night Angstrom just can't take it anymore, and can't keep telling himself that he has to stay away. 

So, when you are asleep, Angstrom teleports into your room, and slides into the bed on his side. He is too scared to touch you for a good while, just lying there and looking at you. 

But at some point, he finds himself lulled in by your warmth and the love he has for you. 

Angstrom ends up spooning you, arms wrapped around you and face resting against your shoulder as he half sleeps. Hes still too cautious and wound up to really sleep, but this is the closest he's been in who knows how long. 

When you wake up you almost think you are dreaming when you smell and feel him. You immediately want to turn around and kiss him, tears gathering in your eyes and lip wobbling. 

But Angstrom is too scared of what you will think when you see him. He looks so different and feels so different, what if you wont love him or even like him anymore?  

But you two talk, and you let out little hiccups from happy tears at him being back. Angstrom starts to crack and melt when you pick up his hands and start kissing them, just happy to have him back.

 

When you finally convince him to let you turn around, Angstrom tenses and looks off at the wall. He knows what he looks like, and he knows what others think when they see him. 

But imagine his surprise when you just let out a watery little giggle and crawl into his arms, starting to pepper kisses all over his face. 

Angstrom is tense for a few moments before he just sighs loudly and slumps against you, his kisses clumsy in ways they werent before, but still as loving and hungry. 

You can only snicker and laugh when Angstrom rolls you guys over so he can cuddle against you, burying his face in your chest and letting you hold him, his hands grabbing onto your softer parts, as he sighs and melts against you. 

Angstrom doesn't like talking about it, what happened and what he had planned, but he does let you know of a few things, and he's excited to show you his powers. 

But most of the time is spent cuddling and kissing, and just being near each other after so long.  

Perhaps you died in most universes, killed by evil versions of Invincible, which is what fueled Angstrom as much as it did, but its also what makes him cling to you more now, than he did before. 

Your softness, both physically and mentally also helps keep him above water, and pull him back to the surface when he starts floating out too far. You help soften all his new sharp edges. 

It does result in you guys being under watch... pretty much all the time now. Well, Angstrom can warp away anyone and thing that does, when you guys want to be alone, so there's that. 

But yeah... somebody, and we all know who, will want to keep an eye on your husband from now on. 

[shintaru]

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Synopsis ~ panty thief Hyuk

Tagging ~ @i-nssomniia @sylith @hyukwwn @wthphe1n

A/N ~ now I can get started in the Nipple request for Hyuk anon! I got this idea from a LADS head canon that Caleb is a panty thief.

Hyuk has been to your house numerous times to ride with you to meet up with your crew but this time was different. He had asked to use the bathroom to which you agreed he had never stepped farther than your living room whenever he had to wait which wasn’t often usually you were already out the door waiting for him by the time he arrived he was looking over your decor until you pointed him into the direction of your bathroom

Once he entered the bathroom he rushed out of his pants letting out a breathe he didn’t know he was holding as he finally relieved himself he was holding it the whole time he cycled to your house and the ride over with bumps and hills didn’t help in fact it made it worse he swore he would’ve used it on himself if it wasn’t for you. After he was done he pulled his pants back up and turned on your sink using your scented soap to wash his hands. He seen you didn’t have a towel in the hand rack so he looked around four something spotting a towel hanging behind him in the mirror he turned around and used the ends to dry if his wet hands

In the peripheral vision or corner of his eye he takes notice of your laundry basket well not the basket specifically more so what’s in the basket which just so happened to be a pair of your lacy panties that you took off earlier after your shower he knew he shouldn’t but it’s not like knowing something was wrong ever stopped him from doing it before why stop now He just couldn’t help himself he took the pair of your panties from the laundry basket slowly pulling them towards his face before he could take a whiff you knock softly on the door

“Hyuk are you ok? you’ve been in there a while” you ask softly your tone filled with concern. “Yeah I’ve just been holding it since I left. I'll be out in a minute” he says. “Alright try to hurry we have to meet the guys soon” you say. “Ok I’m almost done” he stuffs the pair of used panties into his jacket pocket Ina hurry he digs through your laundry basket looking for another pair and thankfully he finds another dirty pair of your underwear that he shoves into his pocket with the other pair you were truly and Angel leaving them there just for him they were out in the open it’s like you wanted him to have them.

He heads out of the bathroom giving you a smile “all done, let’s go” he says you follow him out the door and head to meet them to plan the plays for the next race. The whole time Hyuk can’t focus he’s too excited he can’t wait to use your panties. Later his pants are already feeling cramped with how hard his dick is at the thought of jerking off to you using your panties without you knowing. Watching you smile with the crew unknowingly that two of your used pairs of panties are being held hostage in his jacket pocket.

When he arrived home he immediately went to his room laying down freeing his cock from its confinements. He lays a pair of your panties over his nose inhaling it and the other wrapped around him he pumps his fist around his cock. He was jerking off to a video of you moaning while riding a dildo. It was his little secret. He found out you sent the first guy you dated nudes. He threatened him to not only delete the nudes and break up with you but to also send him the videos. That was your last boyfriend and the last time you had sent anyone nudes.

He just waits for the day that you’ll see he’s the only one who looks out for you and when you do he hopes you’ll let him fuck you and make you his. Your name escapes his lips in a low breathy moan. He holds his phone up with his free hand watching you ride the dildo he matches his fist with the rhythm of you bouncing yourself on the silicone toy. Each time he sees your pussy clench around the toy he gives his cock a squeeze. Your moans drive him crazy and fuck the way you cream so sinfully around the toy has his cock twitching.

Tears well up in his eyes as his climax approaches at the thought of being engulfed in your warm walls, stuffing you full of his seed. “Ha, Ahh- F-fuck” he moans out chasing the irresistible need to cum. Waves of pleasure seep through his whole body as his cock pulsates with each quickening thrust. The last straw for him is watching your pussy pulsate against the tip of the toy before you fully pull it out spreading your legs wider for the camera.

He loves the way you clench around nothing before squirting. He massages his sensitive tip with the soft fabric until his cum shoots out in loads soaking through the used fabric. His body feels heavy, worn out, and exhausted he turns his phone off and gets cleaned up before succumbing to exhaustion. The next day you had called him for what you’d call a “crisis”.

“I’ll buy you another pair if that will get you to calm down” he hopes his response would be enough to calm your frantic state. “No, those were my favorite pairs, I just don’t understand where they could have gone?” you ask. “It’s not like they grew legs and walked away” he says, doubling over laughing. “This isn’t funny!” You shout at him. “Ok it’s a little funny! I told you I’d buy you more. What's the big deal?!” He responds.

“Hyuk, that would look weird my guy best friend buying me underwear come on be serious stop joking around” your say still frantically searching your room for your missing underwear. “I wasn’t joking but I really don’t want to hear you complain to me about your missing underwear. Maybe they got stuck in the washer. I lose my socks there all the time” he says, sounding so convincing as if he wasn’t losing it over the missing pairs the night before.

[cvrnelians]

maps - chapter one

Carmen Berzatto is your best friend—well, was. You’ve begun to distance yourself from him, and he is determined to figure out why. When he finally confronts you, he finds it’s not quite what he thinks it is.

depression, angst, 18+ only

🐻 Ten years ago 🐻

It went on for months.

You took the same class at different times, or maybe different classes altogether. You weren’t quite sure. All you knew was that the first week of senior year, someone in an earlier class began inscribing little doodles onto your desk. The word “doodles” didn’t do them justice. Not in your opinion, anyway. Whoever this person was, they were a much better artist than you. The amount of detail they were able to create using just a pencil on a wooden desk was downright impressive.

You hated to ruin them, but out of sheer boredom, you began to add onto the drawings. A bit of foliage here, a butterfly or two there. The first time you did so, you were delighted to find the next afternoon that the culprit added onto your doodles. Not only that, they seemed more than happy to continue obliging you when you erased and replaced them.

You had no clue who your anonymous “pen pal” was, but you began to look forward to whatever they would come up with next. You eventually started to make specific requests.

Can you draw a surfboard?

And they would.

Can you draw Jupiter?

And they would.

Can you draw a birthday cake? (It’s my birthday today)

And they did—this time, with a little happy birthday! message and a smiley face along the side.

One day, you got up the nerve to ask the question you’d been dying to ask.

Do you know who I am?

Your heart skipped a beat as the girl who sat next to you excitedly ushered you over to your seat the following day. On your desk was a small, simple sketch. Basic but well done, and very obviously in your likeness.

You had to know.

Who are you?

The next day, you were disappointed to find that they hadn’t responded to your inquiry. Maybe they were absent that day. You underlined the question this time, struggling to sketch a giant, three dimensional question mark underneath.

Days passed.

The lack of response left you with a strangely intense feeling of disappointment. You kept underlining the question, adding more and more question marks to the background of the sketch. And then one day, you got fed up and erased everything.

Maybe they had dropped the class. Maybe they got expelled. Or maybe you ruined it. Maybe they preferred to remain anonymous, and you messed things up by being nosey.

You decided to throw in the towel. You erased the question and drew a very squiggly looking olive branch, tired of waiting. Beneath it, you wrote I’m sorry. None of my business. Truce?

The following afternoon, you were surprised to discover a new doodle. They were back! Your old friend had not abandoned you, after all.

A bear. A bear beside two houses parallel to one another, one marked with an X.

Take a guess.

X marks the spot.

_ _ _ _ _

Your brow furrowed as you stared down at it.

Bear.

Bear?

And then it hit you.

An image of the shy boy who lived across the street from you flashed through your mind.

You smiled to yourself as you etched out the name.

C A R M Y

🧸

💌 Present day 💌

If you viewed anger as a denial of reality—a deeply held frustration with life as it truly was—it was safe to say that Carmen Berzatto was a pretty angry person. Downright miserable, in fact. Carmy simply could not accept the present circumstances. He simply could not accept that you—his best friend since high school—wanted nothing to do with him. It started with a few unanswered calls here, a handful of canceled plans there. And then came the final nail in the coffin: a three word text message, barely even a sentence.

That was really all your friendship was worth to you? Three little words?

Leave me alone.

He proceeded to call you in a panic. Not once, but twice. He then sent several texts, including but not limited to:

Call me.

Please tell me what’s wrong.

If I did something, I’m sorry.

If you need space, that’s fine. Just please tell me what’s going on.

If you need me, I’m here. Alright?

Fine. I get it. I’ll leave you alone.

He didn’t exactly make good on that promise. As the weeks passed by, slowly but surely turning into months, he would send you little texts here and there. If anything, just to remind you that he was still there.

Sorry to bother you. I just saw this and it reminded me of you.

I know you don’t want to talk to me, but Syd invited us all out. She told me to tell you that you’re welcome to come.

Richie is acting like a total asshole tonight. Nothing new or surprising, just thought you should know.

Happy half birthday 🎉

…sorry. That was stupid.

Can you please call me? I miss you.

Sug asked me about you today. She said she hopes you’re doing okay.

The most he would get in response was a heart reaction to his messages, if that. He felt pathetic, continuously reaching out to someone who so obviously didn’t want to hear from him. But he couldn’t just stop. Because, well.

It was you.

He spent an unhealthy amount of time wracking his brain for answers as to why you suddenly despised him. He replayed the last night he saw you in his mind over and over. Nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary. Nothing seemed off. You had a drink together at your favorite restaurant, then spent some time together at his apartment; talking, watching tv. As always, you somehow managed to get him to crack a smile. Several, actually. This was just part of what made all of this so much worse, so much more painful. You were one of very few people that could cheer Carmy up when he was feeling sad or anxious, which had pretty much become his baseline mood the past several years.

Not to mention, he was absolutely in love with you.

Everyone seemed to know about Carmen’s little (or more realistically, massive) crush on you. Richie mocked him mercilessly about it.

“Cousin, it’s so fucking obvious. You act like a little puppy or something whenever you’re around her. Drawing her all those weird little pictures.”

Everyone except you.

Or maybe you did know. Maybe that was why you were avoiding him. Maybe he made you uncomfortable without even realizing. He cringed at the thought.

When you didn’t answer any of his calls or texts on your birthday, that was when he finally had enough.

Hey, happy birthday.

Nothing.

I know we haven’t talked in a minute, but I got you something.

Nothing.

Can I maybe come drop it off?

Nothing.

This isn’t like you. Please just tell me what I did wrong.

Carmy was very self-conscious and could be sensitive to rejection, that much you knew to be true. You figured that would be enough for him to stay away. But what else did you know to be true?

When your best friend dedicated himself to something, he refused to give up.

And there were very few people Carmen was more dedicated to than you.

[dragonzfanfics11]

I need a tyler x reader fic where the reader is Barrons sister but she actually despises her brothers actions and is really chill hating whenever people compare her to her brother and even helped Logan out of Barrons group but Tyler still doesn't trust her. This is so hyper specific but I've had this idea for so long

Hiiii!!! Thank you sm for requesting and I actually love this idea sm!! :]

Tyler x Barron's sister! Reader

Warnings - possible spelling errors, some swearing kinda short :'], let me know if I miss anything

This is gonna be a mix of headcanons and short one shots because yea :] Its also been a while since I read the arcade episode so if somethings wrong I'm sorry!!

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So the group probably know of you but never actually interacted with you at all

Tyler and Taylor probably know a bit more about you because they're sum what popular and Barron is pretty known in your school I guess

Tyler just assumed you were just like Barron so he never really tried to talk with you and mostly avoid you

That is until after the fight at the arcade

You were there to get Barron to go home or help that new guy that he was making do homework for him

You didn't show up in time for the fight but you showed up just in time to see Tyler and the group walking away, Barron and his friends around the ally groaning in pain

But Barron managed to get up and was heading towards Tyler to try and hit a blow on him from behind

You quickly stoped him before he could land a hit

Which left Tyler confused but still untrusting twords you

"Barron stop it!" You shout and Tyler quickly whipped around to see Barron behind him, "ugh what the hell do you want?!" Barron said annoyed, turning his head in your direction and backing away from Tyler just in case he tried to hit him

"leave them alone, your clearly out numbered and I'll make sure you'll get grounded if you try to hurt them again"

He grumbles but retreats down the ally with the rest of his friends, Tyler looks at you suspiciously

You look at him and his friends after Barron was gone

"well? Your welcome"

Tyler just scoffs and Logan steps forward with an awkward smile

"thanks for the help"

"no problem, is he still bothering you a bunch? I can try and make him leave you alone again"

"no, I don't think he'll bother us for a while now"

"you can't seriously trust her Logan"

Tyler chipped in as he glared at you

"she's Barron's sister, she's probably just as bad as him

You gasp and give him an offended look

"excuse me I just saved you and you think I'm like Barron?!?"

You cross your arms and he continues to look at you untrustingly

"just because I'm his sister doesn't mean I'm a asshole like he is y'know"

Ashlynn speaks up before this could escalate further

"we should get going Tyler, my dad's here to pick us up"

After that he probably thinks about what you said constantly

"you couldn't possibly not be like Barron could you??"

Is what he told himself constantly

Logan told him and the rest of the group more about you and how you've helped him with Barron before

And Tyler kept trying to think of why you'd want to help in the first place

Trying to find some motive or benefit from your actions but he couldn't think of any

The next time you two meet is in the cafeteria

He couldn't handle his thoughts any longer and decided that he wanted answers right then and there

Tyler sets his lunch try down with a clink next to you not caring about the other people that were sitting at your table as he sits down right next to you, his focus entirely on you

"why'd you do it?"

"Do what??"

You looked at him baffled, not only did he just approach you out of nowhere but is also asking you random questions with that same untrusting tone??

"help Logan, help me, why'd you do it?"

"uh, because I hate that my brothers a complete asshole and because I wanted to??"

He looks at you like he's trying to solve a puzzle and in his head he is, even tho there was no puzzle to solve

"there's no way you helped out of the goodness of your heart"

"and why not? Just because I'm related to Barron doesn't mean were the same, just look at you and your twin sis, your complete opposites and yet your still siblings"

He didn't have a comeback for that, you were right him and Taylor had very different personalities bust that couldn't be the same for you and Barron

Could it?

You both end up bumping into each other a lot more after that

And each time he warms up to you bit by bit

He doesn't even realize it until he practically considered you a friend

Or maybe even more..

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I hope this is what you were hoping for! If not feel free to request again! :D

[numberonetacostan]

Welp, since I asked for goo, I might as well ask for some bot headcanons! Idk I just really like the cheer factory!

@scholar-anon-official

(Ps, all of your headcanons are amazing and I enjoy them greatly)

Hi Scholar!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in your request!! :] I'm happy to hear you enjoy my headcanons!! :3c

I like to think Bot has more than one voice file downloaded. More specifically, I think it would be funny if they were to download some of the other contestants' voice files. Solely for fun of course, not for anything malicious. Bot and Goo having a fun day in which Bot copies everything Goo does, even his voice? (Followed up with a day doing the opposite, in which Goo copies Bot). Bot doing solo performances of all the ii songs, using the voice files? Fun!!

During the holiday season, the little light orbs on Bot's butterfly-wing-things are always lit up according to the holiday. Some spooky colours for Halloween, Christmas or Hanukkah colours for those holidays, some goldy-yellow lights for New Years, etc. They're very festive!!

So, related to a post I'm planning for tomorrow(?), but I tend to think that Taco hates Bow, for what happened in the season 1 finale. So at some point, Taco would mention being glad at Bot is themself, since they like Bot much better than they like Bow. Now, this is indeed Taco being rude, but it actually makes Bot quite happy to hear, in a way. Most of the others have said things along the lines of being happy that Bot can be themself and their own person and all that, but no one has said that they specifically like Bot more now, yeah? Taco is, again, mostly being mean with this, but Bot hearing explicitly that someone prefers them as themselves than the person they were made to be? That gets them in the feelings somewhere they weren't totally aware existed.

Bot makes fan art for Fan. As gifts for holidays, because they like the character too, just because, etc. They like to draw, and their Dad like whatever blorbo he's on at the moment, it works out well! They also probably have drawn his fursona before. Any of the casts fursonas if they have them, really. Look me in the eyes and tell me that Faniel 'Fan' Inanimate Insanity doesn't have a fursona. I'll wait.

[get-snuck-up-on]

Drawings I made of Sister Molly doing what she does best: Her job!

And click on 'Keep reading' for some new Sister Molly lore!

Sister Molly works at a park known as the "Crossnave Estate." It is a large, religious-centric estate that houses many different buildings. The name of the estate is a combination of two religious terms - cross and nave. The Crossnave Estate is a small community run by a group of nuns who take care of orphans until they are old enough to live their own lives. Here is a reference sheet of all the buildings located on the estate:

Sister Molly started working at the Crossnave Estate as a nun when she was only twenty years old. The other nuns tend to act miserably on a regular basis. This is due to the fact that the Crossnave Estate is so small and underfunded. The other nuns dislike their poor living conditions, leading them to act negatively towards each other and the orphans. But Molly is nothing like that. Unlike her sisters, Molly is a very joyful and caring individual. She does not let the negativity of the world get under her skin. Molly acts happily because she knows feeding into negativity won't do her any good, and she doesn't want her own gloomy feelings impacting the orphans she looks after.

Despite her caring nature, Sister Molly can be stern if necessary. Molly is a kind soul who will tend to whoever is in need, but she won't let others push her around. For example, if you were to mock Molly for whatever reason, Molly will simply brush it off. Empty threats and lowbrow insults have no real impact on her. But if you continuously harass her over something very specific, she won't hesitate to tell you off. As long as you're nice to Molly, she will be nice to you in return.

When Sister Molly started working at the estate, her job was to teach the orphans the ways of the lord. Lessons Molly conducted included the idea of nature vs. nurture, biblically accurate angels, what it means to forgive someone, the power of love, and not to mock someone because of their appearance. Molly would also tend to each orphan individually, hearing them out on any issues or struggles they're going through. This was Molly's job for the longest time, until a certain orphan changed up her whole life.

One day, a young girl named Linda Shepherd was given up to the estate. Unfortunately for Linda, not a single nun wanted to help her. The nuns didn't see any potential in poor Linda, as they believed she was too different from the other orphans. Sister Molly was the only nun who knew that Linda wasn't a bad seed. Molly spoke to Mother Superior about Linda's situation and asked if she could become Linda's permanent caretaker. Because Mother Superior saw how caring Molly is, she granted her request. Ever since then, Molly takes care of Linda and tends to her every need. Molly still tends to the other orphans, however. Linda just happens to be the orphan she takes care of regularly.

Along with being Linda's caretaker, Sister Molly has another job at the estate. Molly is the "Assistant to Mother Superior." This means Molly plans events, organizes meetings, checks in on all of the nuns and orphans, and makes sure the estate is in top shape. Molly was given this position because Mother Superior noticed how much of a hard worker Molly truly is. Along with that, Mother Superior saw the good in Molly, as she realized Molly is the only nun at the estate who wasn't flat-out miserable. So, Mother Superior gave Molly the position of "Assistant to Mother Superior." Mother Superior even had the other nuns clean out an old building on the estate, which was converted into an office building for Molly.

As the Assistant to Mother Superior, Sister Molly was given a blue habit to wear, opposed to a black or brown one. The blue habit Molly wears is to tell the other nuns that she is the assistant to Mother Superior. This makes it easy to identify Molly from the other nuns on the estate. Molly also wears a cross under her guimpe. The cross was given to her as a gift from Mother Superior. She gave Molly the cross as a way to say thank you for everything she's done for the estate.

Sister Molly's office doubles as her office and her living quarters. She has a bedroom in her office, meaning she doesn't have to live in the building for the other nuns. In Molly's office is a desk that she refers to as her "planning table." This is where Molly plans out how each day will unfold. She uses figurines of the nuns to pinpoint where they will be stationed throughout the day. Molly uses a staff to push each figurine around the table. When Molly is done planning, she will gather the other nuns into her office and show them how the following day will go.

Now working as Linda's permanent caretaker and the assistant to Mother Superior, Sister Molly passionately takes on both of these job titles. She deeply cares about her job and helping others find the good in themselves. No matter what happens, Molly wants to ensure that everyone at the Crossnave Estate is given the proper care they deserve. ❤️

[sporeclan]

😻?

[From this prompt list (New Requests Closed!)]

😻: Favorite ship in the clan?

So, I'd say it depends! For ships that are canon in SporeClan so far, I'd have to go with FoxFox <3 I just love that classic energetic and kind x shy and really easily flustered dynamic, I think its cute every time :'D

But for ships that aren't a thing (as of yet, at least(fingers crossed))... I am OBSESSED with the idea of Riftbranch and Puddle's dynamic. Big goofy woman and her strange strange little husband. He just finds her so fascinating to listen to and thinks she has the most profound philosophical quandaries he has ever heard, but they're all stuff like "do you think water is wet" and "how are you gonna feel pain in your leg if you lose it in battle (because it is gone)". Man who thinks way too much before he speaks and woman who speaks before she thinks every single time. I love them so much

[alicornze7]

!!??

JSHDJSNKJGH OH MY HEAVENS THANK YOU FOR 237 FOLLOWERS💖💕💝💞

I wanna give some sappy speech about how grateful I feel but I don’t have the emotional capacity rn ;w;

But for now

thank you, genuinely so, so much for letting me reach this far<3

My wonderful mutuals and followers alike

even if you don’t follow me, I hope whatever I do or make brightens up your day, if even just a lil’ bit

uhhh

as a small celebration

SEND ME ASKS!!

for art of any fandom, character, scenarios you would like to see

it can literally be whatever, even ones I’m not familiar with anything that makes you happy:3

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P.s. whatever you want me to draw has to be sfw

I have exams coming up since this post was postponed for so long lmao (and ribbun week)

so expect requests to take at least a week (I’m so sorry it’s just what it is)

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[doyoulikethis-vocaloid-song]

would you consider a "yes/no, it's familiar" option? sometimes i feel like i've heard a song so i don't feel like "first time" works, but it doesn't feel familiar enough to warrant "i know it"

I feel like that doesn't really make a lot of sense? Either you recognize it or you don't, really. Maybe I'm mean but sometimes I think it's fun when people come back later and say "wait I DO know this song! I wasn't sure at first" in their tags haha