#sorry it didnt show me the notification again

[revivebur-switch]

*he smiled slightly continuing to squeeze at his sides slowly picking up the pace*

I'm back! and with another RP starter!

*Wilbur looked around the ashy hole that he kind of created, though most of the damage was done by Phil, Techno, and Dream. but just knowing that he caused some of this made him frown at it. just a giant hole in the ground caused by TNT, Something that was once a Nation a place of peace and kindness gone. he sighed and sat down on the ledge, he never got the ending he wanted. and now his back and everyone has changed They don't see him the way they did before. he laid back and shut his eyes just wishing he was gone again but not in that horrible limbo, there's never really a good ending. he quietly hummed as the wind blow his front hair around the dirty and ashy beanie holding the rest down. just one glimpse of him and you can tell this man hasn't taken care of himself in years. he couldnt really do much in Limbo, his trench coat having holes in it and covered in dirt and blood from the explosions. his sweater having a giant rip from where he was impaled with the sword. it also had dry blood around that area that had been there for years after the "accident". he just looked like a complete mess lying there in the dirt*

[snapshot-culture-is]

snapshot culture is confusing people by talking about something you haven't cared about in years as if it's novel 💔 wdym we don't give a shit about that anymore ...

YOU UNDERSTAND.

[rafeshow]

Part 2 of just for clicks 🥺😩🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 please

just for clicks .. pt. 2

hasanabi x fem!streamer!reader

tags : probably extremely out of character hasan (it’s been a minute since i’ve watched a stream pls let me live), use of y/n, angst, comfort, tension?, english isnt my first language, probably lots of inconsistency’s and errors.. lmk if i missed any tags !

a/n : heyyy ppl.. sososososo sorry for how long this has taken !! i’ve been very busy in my personal life and i’ve had extreme writers block, and no motivation to write for men tbh LMAOO. if you have any requests for fem streamer fanfics send them my way ig 😭. all that to say, again; im so terribly sorry for the delay with this fic. sorry if it’s awful, i’ve been writing it on and off for MONTHSSS. read part one here.

You awoke around 3AM to a gentle knock at your apartment door. The current ‘situation’ Hasan had sprung the two of you into only mere hours ago had easily kept you up; having only been asleep for about 10 minutes at this point. It was like clockwork watching it play out; first the clips, then the comments against Hasan, followed by the people running to his defense, and of course the few content creators (who probably didnt meet him more than once) insisting they ‘always knew something was off about him’. It had been hours since it blew up, and other than responding to the few initial texts from your friends informing you of the situation, you had gone completely radio silent.

The saddest part was you werent even upset. Rather the opposite, your brain jumped through hoops trying to rationalize it. He just said it in the heat of the moment, he didnt mean it the way it came off, he was just defending himself, he just wanted to make his feelings clear. But of course, the rationalizing thoughts can only do so much to block out the harmful ones; you just really over-thought the way the two of you acted, it was never like that, you made it weird, its your fault.

But honestly, what else could you do? Sitting and ‘rotting’ (for lack of a better word) in bed was much more appealing than the other options. Yes you could hop online and defend yourself, be mad about it, say how gross it was for him to insinuate you'd do anything for views, talk about how weird it is for him to get that pressed over a fan video. Or, you could always flee and take the sad victim side, let all your friends do the talking for you, leave little comments like ‘i didnt know he thought of me that way’ and profusely apologize. But none of that would be you being honest. Of course you wanted to defend yourself, of course you were sad and beating yourself up about it, but you wanted nothing more than to just sit and wallow in it for a while. Avoid the inevitable for as long as possible.

Your friends had all been bombarding you with messages and calls, but your phone was long past muted and set aside. Before going awol you left most of them with a brief ‘im going to sleep it off’ message, but judging by the still persistent notifications, youd assume that didn't ease their minds at all.

Youd been aimlessly watching a show for a few hours at this point, lulling in and out of sleep and tuning out the sound of your phone for the most part. The sudden knock at your door was a change in pace though, the sound snapping you out of the static and fog buzzing around in your head. No, the idea of one of your friends driving over to check on you wasn't all that out of the question. You lived just outside of L.A, far enough from most of your friends to feel like a nuisance asking anybody to drive to come visit you, but not far enough where you couldn't justify driving there yourself. You sat up, adjusting your loose sweatpants where they hung low on your hips. After a bit of quick process of elimination, you figured it was QT; one of your closer (and most considerate) friends. Because of this, you opted not to throw a shirt on to cover yourself, clad in a just a comfortable sports bra.

You shuffled your way over to the door, throwing on the best smile you could manage before twisting the knob and opening it. You were surprised when you had to adjust your eyes upwards, the figure at your door towering over where QT would normally reside. As you took him in, it didnt take long for an exhausted sigh to leave you. It was Hasan. There he stood, still sporting his typical tall and broodingly aloof aesthetic, even despite being moderately hunched over and with concern etched in every inch of his stature. You couldnt help but notice how unsure he looked. Anxious. No, Hasan wasnt always the most outgoing and ‘go-lucky’ guy, but he looked almost pained as you met his eyes; his clothes twisted in ways that made you guess hed been fidgeting with them, his nail polish chipped away on most fingers, the way he took an almost comically large step back as soon as you opened the door.

“Can we talk?” He said, his voice a harsh change in the silence you didnt realize was resting between the two of you. “You can say no of course-” He rushed out, only his fingers flaring out in emphasis opposed to his usual hand movements, almost as if he was afraid hed startle you.

“Yea, sure.” You sighed out, hardly even mentally present in the moment. You rubbed at your eyes as you held the door open, leaving plenty of space for him to walk in. He took you up on the invitation, albeit looking incredibly unsure whilst doing so.

He padded into your apartment painfully slow before quickly snapping his eyes to you, almost as if waiting for permission to do something. For you to give him instruction. You didn't even look at him though, instead grumbling your way over to your previous home on the sofa, tugging your blanket to one end and leaving plenty of room for him on the other. He waited till you’d sat down to follow, trying his best to gently take a seat at his appointed spot on the couch.

“How’d you get my address?” You said plainly, opting to just stare into the tv as it lowly played some random show. He’d never been there before. You honestly didnt care, whatever his answer was. You just hoped it would spring him into getting the daunting conversation over with.

“Austin.” He breathed out, sounding even tenser than he looked. “He gave it to me so I could send you something for the podcast a while ago.” He pausued, but continued; “Im sorry, I know how fucking weird it is for me to just show up but I couldnt just sit there and-” He took a breath, and you could practically taste the oncoming ramble. “You wouldnt answer anybody, and you totally have the right to do that obviously but I couldnt just sit with myself not knowing what was going on.. I started driving here before I even thought it through, which is totally my bad.. but I couldn’t just go all the way back without even checking in.. -And I know my feelings are irrelevant in this and its about you I just-”

“Hasan stop.” You turned to him, trying and failing not to look as sympathetic as you did. “I dont-.. it’s fine, okay? I mean obviously it’s not fine, but we’ll get over it. Im sure you didn't mean what you said, or at least not like that- you know- it's whatever, okay?” You practically hushed the words out, opting for the soothing approach and acting way more casual about the situation than you felt. You threw in a horribly farse reassuring smile at the end, hoping to solidify your words.

“You really didnt need to come all this way, I wouldve answered in the morning. I was just sleeping.” You added, and you saw the way his face ticked. He knew you were lying, but he was definitely not going to pry, whether about the lack of sleep or your want to brush things off. He persisted for himself though;

“It’s not fine, y/n. Im not shoving this shit under the rug, it’s going to eat me alive.” He said, his voice switching between frustration, desperation, and forced softness. You could see the way he struggled with his words, trying so hard not to talk about the way he feels (and failing miserably at it). The way a ping of regret would flash over him after every word he spoke. His eyes flickered back and forth from boring into you and staring off into the abyss of meddled emotions he’d created for himself.

“I’ll just lay it out how it is, okay? It was beyond messed up for me to insinuate you’d maliciously do something.. Like that stuff, for views, okay? Especially when I was doing that.. shit to you too. I shouldve never said that, or even thought it for that matter. I was just- frustrated, okay? Thats not me justifying it or anything, I just wanted you to like, know that-”

“Hasan.” You cut him off, this time sitting up and reaching to put a hand on his knee. You swear you could feel his leg flex under your touch. You stopped for a moment, searching his face for answers to questions you couldn't compute.

“What is so frustrating?” Is the question you somehow managed to compose. You don’t know the answer you wanted. It was an open ended question, he could take the side that you secretly hoped he would; that it was the fans. The overwhelming shipping and attention your relationship got from the fans was suffocating to him, and that he didn’t feel the way they portrayed him to feel about you. Or he could take the side that scared you. That he felt exactly the way everyone was portraying it, and them rubbing his own feelings in his face before he even had a chance to do anything about them himself was driving him crazy. Instead, the two of you sat in silence, and it wasnt uncomfortable. The air almost felt thick around the two of you, a comfortable fog, but something in it possessed you to add a gentle squeeze to his leg with emphasis. And you definitely felt him twitch this time.

“Tell me i'm not the only one who's feeling this way.” He finally muttered, and suddenly the feeling of his gaze hit you like a ton of bricks. You almost wanted to cower away with the way his eyes bored into yours, almost needy, the look feeling even more pleading than the words he'd said.

You knew what you wanted to say, but how could you possibly admit to it? Through this whole situation, you’d been not only so terribly irked at him, but also so frustrated with yourself. How could you admit that you too had been feeling the same way, and you hadn’t done anything about it either? You’d be admitting that the ripples throughout the fandom and now the controversy had been from your actions (or lack there of) too. You’d already been beating yourself up about it all day. What answer did he truly want? If you admitted to him that you too felt the same way, would he be greatful or mad? If you lied and said you didn’t feel the same way, what good or bad would it do? It could wreck him, he’d beat himself up beyond belief, the fact that he not only projected his unreciprocated feelings onto you but also gotten mad over it live. All of it being his fault. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. But you didn’t know which was worse, seeing him mad at you, or seeing him sad. You could only hope for the best, before the words spilled out of your mouth;

“Hasan of course I feel the same way.” A frown etched into your face, and you continued before he even had a chance to react; “I’m so so sorry I hadn’t done anything about it sooner either, I just beat myself up about it until I couldn’t-“ you withdrew your hand from his knee, shaking your hands, looking for the words you couldn’t form yourself. “ -I couldn’t tell how I was even feeling about it anymore..? I used to be so upset that you hadn’t done anything, I thought you were toying with me. I mean.. I tried making it obvious that I liked you so that you’d do something if you felt the same way but you never did so I convinced myself that you didn’t-“

“Hey, Hey,” He cut me off, and it was only then that i’d realized how close he’d moved to me during my rant. His leg rubbed against mine where I sat criss cross in the corner of the couch. His frame leaned over mine as he gave his best attempt at shrinking down to aid me. His eyes scattered across my face as his large hand cupped my cheek, hurriedly wiping at tears that I didn’t even notice were falling. It was only then that I finally realized the sound of my hurried breaths, the air practically huffing out of me. He looked frantic, broken, even though that’s exactly what I didn’t want. He pulled me close to his chest, i’m sure not only to sooth me, but also because he couldn’t bare to look at my tear stricken face anymore. I gripped onto his shirt, not even knowing I needed to cry this bad.

He didn’t say anything at first. I felt him pressing kisses into the crown of my head, and I couldn’t tell which one of us needed them more. He held me tight and close, all of his previous worries of hurting me more and being gentle replaced by the need to comfort. It was unspoken how much we’d both wanted to hold each other over the last few months, whether like this or otherwise, and after all our emotions boiling over, I think this was exactly what we needed.

We sat there in the silence for a long time. The humming of the tv still echoing through my flat, and the now present thumping of Hasans heartbeat against my ear was beyond peaceful. Of course, we’d pull ourselves together soon and have a realistic conversation, but for now, this was perfect.

[gabberpopsexclusive]

jealous (part 2)

mean!fuckboy joost x you

read part 1 here

summary- joost comes crawling right back to you.

(joost is italics & reader is bold in dms.)

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its been a few days since.. the incident (as you're calling it.) still no messages from him. you have to say its a welcome change on your end after what he did.

tonight, you and a few of your friends wanted to go out for the first time in a while. you hadn't been out since your last conversation with joost, citing that you're 'too tired to deal with his bullshit if he decides to show up. ' but your friends decided that you just NEEDED to come and that it wasn't the same without you.

so there you were, in the bathroom readying yourself for whatever the night may bring. you really hoped that somehow joost wouldnt be out tonight (a rarity on his part) and if he was, that you wouldnt run into eachother.

ping.

you turn your head to the noise. its your phone with an instagram notification.

'i pray i didnt summon that dumbass just by thinking of him.' you think to yourself.

lo and behold, the universe did not answer your prayer.

wyd. thats all the message read.

you decide to be petty and open the message, but not respond. you hope he gets that you're ignoring him.

respond 2 me

leaving him on seen again does not help, apparently.

listen ig im sorry for fucking that girl

i was just mad and not thinking u know i like u

'he GUESSES hes sorry? really? what a dumbass.' you think to yourself. closing the screen, you turn off your instagram notifications for the night. you cant deal with his bullshit again.

by the time you're cooled off after what happened, your friends are here to pick you up. you all decide to go to a club you know joost doesn't frequent, in hopes he isn't there.

you're actually enjoying yourself for the first time in a while, the energy in the club pulsing and lifting you up.

suddenly, one of your friends yells over the music. "is it okay if i post this on my insta story?" holding up her phone to you, showing a video of you and your friends dancing and drinking in the club. in your maybe more than slightly drunken haze you give her the thumbs up, not thinking it would cause any problems in the moment.

after a bit of dancing, and a lot of drinking, you decide you need a break from the sweatiness of the club. "do you have a cigarette i can steal? i need a break real quick." you ask one of your friends. she quickly reaches in her purse and hands one to you. "you think you'll be okay out there by yourself?" she says. "yea why wouldn't i be?" you say already walking away from her. obviously you weren't thinking about him.

making your way outside the club, you quickly find a lighter in your purse and light your cigarette. you lean against the wall of the club, finally taking a breather after all of the energy in the club.

'finally some time to myself.' you think, immediately regretting that thought as you look up.

well, there he is. joost.

in all his dumbass glory, jogging over to where you are outside the club.

"hey." he says like there's absolutely nothing wrong.

"god what the fuck do you want? how did you even find me?"

"aye, blame your friend. i saw her post and had to come find you. listen, are you ignoring me? i'm sor-" he quickly gets cut off by you.

"yes. maybe you should think about WHY. and no, you aren't sorry, don't even claim that you are." you snap back at him.

"sheesh, don't tell me how to feel." he says, putting his hand on his chest in a fakely-offended way.

"joost, i know you. i know you aren't sorry for what you did. you can't just come crawling back to me because you 'miss me' after what happened. you literally had sex with another girl AND SENT IT TO ME." your voice unintentionally raises by the time you're done speaking, realizing you're still angrier than you thought you were.

"she meant nothing to me, yanno?" he says nonchalantly.

"it doesn't MATTER. you'd be just as mad at me if i fucked anyone other than you, why are you allowed to do it?"

"its different, you don't get it." he claims.

"how? literally how. im done with you."

cigarette close to being burnt out, you squish it under your shoe and begin walking away from him. you decide you'll text your friends later and let them know where you went.

at first, he makes a little attempt to follow you, yelling behind you to "just let him explain" and "he'll make everything better again if you just listen" eventually he gives up, and you're left alone with your thoughts on your way home.

you fucking hate how jealous he is.

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wow elle did the thing where she ended the fic the same way she did the first one omg (i guess im gonna make that a thing in this series? idk it just makes sense to me.) also i apologize for how long this is and ALSO how long it took me to get out!!! i was so unmotivated to write for a while but i think im back in buisness now! anyway i hope you guys like part 2 im brainstorming for part 3 because obviously i cant leave my little guy all upset.. hehe ;)

[burreauxsss]

betrayed.. again

background: y/n a wag for the chiefs who is dating travis kelce of 3 years finds out he cheated on her. she assures herself that she'd never watch the nfl nor date another nfl player, until a convincing quarterback hits her dms.

(all pics from pinterest, all rights reserved)

synopsis: y/n gets "cheated on", small time jump to present day.

word count: 571

notes: kept this part short, enjoy.

warning: this is a au aka alternative universe series, depictions of cheating , duex instigating as usual

(group chat in joes pov, y/n was removed from the gc)

Opening social media that one fateful monday morning was something you shouldve never done. Immediately notifications pop up about a video of Joe and a model at a gathering sitting next to eachother. But in the video, the model gets up and sits on his lap.

Immediately you felt nauseous, what coursed him to do this to you. Why did he do this to his pregnant girlfriend. And the fact that she was embracing the fact she was a whore on her tiktok page by sneak dissing you was your last straw.

Getting out of bed, you slip on your slippers and stomp downstairs in a robe. Walking into the kitchen where Joe's sitting at the counter scrolling on his phone. What may seem like a normal day to him, you were seeing red. Snatching the phone out of his hand and holding it tight so he couldnt take it back.

"What the hell y/n." his deep voice echoes through the kitchen as he tries to get his phone back but your hand never budges from letting the electronic go. The betrayal clearly showing on your face as you unlock his phone.

"How long have you been hiding this from me?" The pain in your voice, the teary eyes that made his heart get even colder. He knows he messed up so he treads lightly

"Y/n. I-I am so sorry. It was when we first started dating."

"I already have trust issues, you dont know how bad he hurt me!" you scream straight at Joe. Throwing his phone back at him and running upstairs as fast as you can. Knowing you have a trip planned to the Keys, remembering that he wont be able to talk to you for a bit in person.

And even a few hours later while on flight with your friends privately you try to keep your face straight, off social media to delay your emotions taking over. How could Joe do that to you? This was a place where'd you been before awhile back with Travis.

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duexmoi: y/n y/ln spotted in key west alone! could this mean that her and joe are over?

username_8: time for the breakup photoshoot y/n!

username_9: yall stalking her is wild

username_10: travis enjoying the downfall.. okay

username_11: shes actually pretty.

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yn.handle: 🏖️ dump

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Returning back home was stressful, almost missing your flight due to one of your friends not waking up early and people in your way. But when you returned back to the house Joe was on the couch in the living room, shirtless with his hair wet fresh out of the shower.

He looked at you slightly knowing this look made you go insane although the situation you necessarily didnt cover before leaving wasnt ideal. So as you sit down he turns off the TV and turns his attention towards you.

"Y/N."

"I know this isnt what you want but I truely apologize, we were talking when that incident happened and it just now made the media." Joe says with bags underneath his eyes as he bites his lip as a anxiety reliever.

The relief came to you, knowing you were in the wrong for accusing him for doing it while dating brought guilt of the things you said. He wasnt yours when it happened, only the talking stage that you were both in at the time.

Joe looked down at the rug, tearing up and closed his eyes thinking you may not forgive him until he felt your chest and scent as you hugged him. Knowing he'd never get forgiven for something like this he broke down into tears, some cruel rumor almost messed up what you had between him.

notes: it was almost done so i finished it in my drafts.. 2 uploads in one day now goodnight! also, do yall think joe shouldve got taken back by y/n?

[nishiriksss]

it feels like everything wants us apart. ch.3

summary: riki was your childhood bestfriend up until you were 13, but you ended up moving to the US. you lost contact with him and never thought you would see him again, until you saw an edit on your fyp of a guy that looked suspiciously like him. you end up at every single enhypen concert, as close to the front as possible, trying to reach him. you comment on every post, every live, hoping he still remembers you.

genre: childhood bsfs to lovers, angst, fluff, slowburn

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

taglist: @rairaiblog @vixialuvs @kkamismom12 @rikidaze @1-itsneverthatserious-1 @imzhouxinyu @melodiessvy @kittsnewera

notes: ok so this took forever!! sorry about the wait, ive had writers block. i hope you all enjoy this part!

not proof-read masterlist

you went to all 3 shows in saitama, still nothing, you couldve swore he was looking at you, but he never heard your yells. you wanted to follow them to every concert, but your mom had a work meeting in a few days, so she had to get back home. you put in your airpods and prepared for the drive. you listened to you riki-themed playlist again.

'i have a feeling you got everything you wanted, and your not wasting time stuck here like me.'

the lyric hit you harder than it should have, you felt like a loser, while he was living his best life as a kpop idol you were going to all his concerts, buying all the merch. hoping that one day you can tell him about how you were there, trying to get to him. you got a notification again, something in you knew it was riki.

-nishimura riki started a live video

'mom! hes live again!' you beamed, tapping on the notification. you typed out comment after comment, trying so hard not to spam. but this time the comments wouldnt go through, and your service went out just minutes after the live started. you groan at seeing the no wifi symbol, trowing your head back in frustration. your mom pats your shoulder 'its ok, im sure he will go live again soon.' she sighed, seeing the sad look on your face. you just looked out the window the whole car ride, you tried not to think about it, but all the failure was getting to you.

your mom was busy with work over the summer, it had now been months since the saitama visit, and you hadnt managed to contact riki. their last concert was coming up, in just a week. you were begging your mom to let you go. 'mom, please! what if they never go on tour again, this could be my last chance!' you would whine, hoping she would give in, eventually, she did. before you knew it you were packing for the final concert of enhypens fate tour. when you finally made it to miyagi, you were exhausted.

you made it to the show, you were front row. 'mom, im telling you. hes gonna see me.' you whispered, your voice filled with hope, your mom just nodded. when enhypen came out on to the stage, everyone cheered, the loud noise of all their fangirls sqealing drowned out your crys 'riki!! its yn!' you screamed over and over, but he never heard.

sunghoon heard you though. he looked at you, and you leaned over the edge to get as close as you could to him, pointing at riki. 'get him!!' you screeched at sunghoon, but he just rolled his eyes, your name slipping his mind. 'that girls crazy.' he thought as he continued performing.

when you saw the look on his face you were devastated. did riki tell him that he didnt want to see you? is that why he looked so annoyed? you knew not to beat yourself up about it , you just had to keep trying. as riki danced on the stage you couldnt help but feel proud of him, he had always been a dancer, since before you were even friends. you forgot all about trying to reach him and watched as he danced, until the final song.

heeseung yelled about how this is the final song of tour, so everyone needs to be loud, but it went in one ear and out the other. you were jumping around, trying to stay exited, even though the worry of him not seeing you still was lingering, you hoped he'd see you.

as riki made his way to the side of the stage you were by, you started screaming "riki!!!! its yn!!" you almost lost your voice.

riki looked at you. "yn?" he said, wanting to jump of the stage, wanting to hug you so bad. you were jumping up, trying to get to him. he leaned down, trying to hold your hand that you were reaching up at him, security came up to you. "excuse me." the security guard said flatly "you cant get that close. this is your warning." your heart dropped. "but-" riki chimed in, but the guard cut him off. "you cant get the close with fans." he shot riki a death glare, and then turned back to you. "if it happens again, you wont be coming to anymore concerts here." he crossed his arms as he walked away, but he was still close enough to see you.

"ill be back, yn" riki said as he looked at you with sadness, his older members were telling to come end the concert with him. "shes here, i have to go back, the concert cant end, what if i cant find her again?" he rambled on about how hes scared of leaving, not wanting to miss the possibility of actually being able to see you again. just as he was walking back stage with a defeated look on his face, he stopped by you side of the stage, pointed at you and mouthed "stay there."

you smiled, he finally saw you, just as you hugged your mom, you heard a loud thump next to you. a girl had passed out. 'fuck.' you thought, knowing you would be escorted out. the same security guard from earlier ran over, giving you a death glare before yelling "unless you know this girl, you need to get away from here!" another girl, presumably her friend, had her phone out, calling 911.

your mom gave you a 'im sorry' look as she had to drag you out. 10 minutes later riki was running over to where you were, only to be met with an ambulance and no sign of you. "what the..?" he muttered under his breath, looking around, making sure nothing had happened to you. as he slowed down, now walking to the sight. "whats going on?" he asked a paramedic, tapping his leg anxiously on the ground. "a girl passed out, most likely just didnt get enough food." the paramedic said so casually, like it happened everyday. "oh, do you know the girls name?" he asked, trying to keep the thoughts of it being you out of his mind. when the paramedic answered he didnt even acknowledge the name, all he knew was that it wasnt you name.

he dismissed it, wished them luck and headed back to his members. "some girl passes out.. she wasnt there." he whispered as he plopped onto the couch. jake laughed a little "how many times do you think youre going to get that close, just to barely miss her?" he teased, knowing how sensitive riki is about it. "shut up.." he muttered, leaning his head back on the couch. "why cant it just work out, for once?" riki asked so quietly jake almost didnt hear him. "it will, you just cant give up on her." jake replied, now leaning his head back the same way riki was.

as you walked away from the spot riki was going to meet you at, you couldnt help but cry. you tried pulling away from your mom, you tried walking back but she wouldnt let you. "mom please!" you sobbed out, wanting nothing more than to be able to finally see riki. "i know, i know you want to see him, but we cant. im sorry." she whispered, pulling you into a hug. you cried in her arms as she stroked your hair. "mom, hes gonna think i hate him." you worried, hoping he doesnt feel as bad as you do.

after about 10 minutes, your mom convinced you to go to the car. as you walked back, you could almost feel rikis presence, you could almost hear his voice.

when you woke up the next morning, your eyes were puffy, your pillow was still a bit wet, with black smudges on mascara all over it. you hadnt been able to sleep, knowing that riki was so close, yet so far. you didnt want to go home, but your mom packed your things for you, she grabbed your hand to lead you back to the car. you knew that you couldnt stay, but it didnt stop you from crying again.

[shintaru]

m.list ♡ taglist

You were scrolling on your phone, bored, waiting for Wooin to arrive at the restaurant. You had some things to discuss about the League of Street Race. As you’re scrolling on your phone, you see back-to-back videos of a cute trend where you compare hand sizes with a guy friend/partner. You felt the need to want to join the trend, but you frowned, thinking you had no one to try it with. After all, you’re single, and the only guys you know are in your crew.

You’re snacking on the chips they left at your table when a familiar tattooed hand reaches over your shoulder into the chip bowl, snacking on the chips. He leans down until his face is close to the side of yours. “Do you want to try it?” Wooin asks, “Try what?” You were confused at his sudden appearance, considering you texted him five times about when he was arriving, and he left you on read. “The trend you’re watching, do you want to try it? I’ll post it on my account!” He asks you once again, you don’t even have to turn around to know he has a huge grin on his face.

You roll your eyes just thinking about his expression. In the time you’ve gotten to know him, he’s very hard to read at times, and he’s unpredictable, and you never know what he’s up to. As if he already read your mind, he replies again, “Relax, it’s just for fun.” Still a little skeptical he’s Wooin after all, you finally agree to do the challenge with him, reminding yourself to show Yumi later.

She knows how long you’ve had a crush on Wooin and she’s pushed you to confess to him hundreds of times already but you’ve shut the idea down saying it’s not the right time dating in the middle of an important race when there is so much training that needs to be done you don’t have time to focus on a relationship besides you don’t think you’re Wooin’s type anyway. “From the videos I've seen, it just looks like we’re supposed to compare hand sizes,” you inform him.

He nods in response, smiling to himself as he unwraps a lollipop and sticks it in his mouth. He then unlocks his phone, handing it to you. You click on the camera app and begin to press record, but wooin starts laughing, making you laugh so you had to stop the video” “what’s so funny?” You ask in between laughter. Sorry, he mumbles, “should we try again” he says while trying not to laugh. You can’t even contain your laughter. Once you two finally calm down, you try again. “We can’t laugh this time!” you say while stifling a laugh.

You begin filming the tik tok trend on Wooin’s phone you hold your right hand out to wooin lightly waving it in front of him like you seen the ither women do in the videos you had seen on your for you page. He takes hold of the sides of your hands with a loose yet gentle grip while slowly rotating his hand interlacing your fingers while pulling your interlocked hands closer to the side of his face while making eye contact with you.

You're certain he noticed your face heating up once you began holding hands, you begin to take notice of how his hands are slightly larger than yours, and they are soft, surprisingly, they are warm, but you had expected him to have cold hands considering his personality. “You know you can let go now, right?” he says with a signature smirk on his face. You quickly end the video and remove your hand from his grasp, trying to make it less awkward, which causes him to laugh.

You hand him his phone and he posts the video on his social media accounts. “Why were you laughing earlier when you seen me watching the trend?” you ask him. “I didnt think youd be into romantic stuff ive seen you harshly reject every guy that looks your way” he replies “That’s because they weren’t my type” you respond while looking over the menu.

A few notifications pop up on Wooin’s phone for the video he posted of the two of you

Ghost crew (hwangyeon): how did this pretty fucker get a girlfriend before me?

Grim Reaper: Are you two dating?

Wooin replies to Grim reaper: not yet 😏

Joker: Why are you holding hands? I thought there was no dating on the team

Vinny: 😤🤬

Dom: @yuna we should try this next 😊

Yumi: AHHHHHHH ik this would happen sooner or later 🤍

The waitress approaches your table, “Are you ready to order? We have a discount for couples today if you're interested in using it.” Before you could correct the misunderstanding, Wooin replies, “We’d like the discount.”

Wooin’s reference is Caleb from love & deepspace

Dedications:

@dzvelinaskebiyars @bfwooin

[sturnispider]

HEY HEY

I have a request

get this

readers water breaks but nobody is home 🙂 BUT HER PHONE IS ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE ROOM AND THEY ARE FILMING AO THEIR NOTIFICATIONS ARE SILENCED

either Matt or Chris idc

HIIII!!! i’m SOOOOOOOO sorry ive been busy with stuff lately and didnt have ANY motivation to write,but i decided to write this since it’s kinda a good context 🙏🏼🙏🏼

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you were alone. like actually alone. matt had gone to film with nick and chris about thirty minutes ago, and you were supposed to just relax. kick your feet up. maybe watch some show you’ve already seen a million times. but nope. your body had other plans.

you stood up to go grab a snack, and then—

splat.

you froze. “no fucking way.”

the first wave of panic hit your chest like a truck. you looked down. soaked. like soaked soaked. and then the second wave hit—contractions. not too bad yet, but enough to tell you this wasn’t a drill.

“fuck. fuck. fuck.”

you turned your head. your phone. your lifeline. the only thing that could connect you to matt right now.

all the way across the damn room.

on the counter.

just chilling.

you started waddling toward it, holding onto the wall, breathing through the tightness in your stomach. “okay… okay… just get the phone. call matt. it’s fine.”

you finally reached it, shaking hands and all. you dialed his number.

voicemail.

“matt, hey, um… my water just broke and you need to get home like right fucking now okay? like drop the camera and RUN.”

you texted him too. and chris. and nick. groupchat. individual. the works. then you remembered: they’re filming. do not disturb is ON. they weren’t seeing shit.

you threw your head back and groaned. “you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

twenty minutes passed. another contraction hit hard, and you were practically on the floor at that point, trying not to pass out.

and then—

front door SLAMMED open.

“BABY??” matt’s voice cracked halfway through the word, footsteps slamming against the floor. “BABY WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“living room—” you croaked, tears in your eyes.

he appeared in the doorway, eyes wide, pale, and already halfway to tears. “holy shit.”

“matt,” you breathed, “this is happening. like right now.”

he dropped everything—keys, water bottle, his whole soul probably—and crouched beside you, brushing hair off your face and kissing your forehead. “i got the text late. we were wrapping up and i looked at my phone and—fuck. i’m here. i got you. i got you.”

you gripped his hand like your life depended on it. “we need to go. like now.”

“already called the car. we’re leaving in two minutes. breathe, okay? just keep breathing.”

you nodded, but then laughed through the pain. “you’re the one who needs to breathe, matthew.”

“oh i’m definitely not breathing,” he said, voice shaking but soft, “not until you’re in that hospital bed and our kid is out and safe and we’re good. okay?”

he kissed you again, forehead to lips to cheeks.

and somehow, even in the middle of all the chaos, you knew everything would be fine.

because he was there.

finally.

the ride to the hospital was a blur.

you were in the backseat with matt’s arm around you, squeezing your hand every time a contraction hit. he kept whispering shit like “you’re doing so good” and “almost there, baby” even though you could literally see the fear in his eyes.

he was scared. you were scared. and the driver was definitely scared too.

you pulled up to the emergency entrance, and matt was out the car before it fully stopped. like sprinted to the door, yelling, “MY GIRLFRIEND’S IN LABOR, SHE’S COMING IN RIGHT NOW—WE NEED A WHEELCHAIR OR A BED OR SOMETHING—PLEASE—”

they rushed out with a nurse and a chair, got you inside fast. matt was right by your side the entire time, holding your hand while the nurses asked questions you barely heard.

“when did your water break?”

“has she had any bleeding?”

“how far apart are the contractions?”

matt was answering them for you while you just tried to stay conscious. they rolled you into the delivery room, and that’s when shit got real.

like real real.

you were in a hospital gown, legs up, machines beeping, sweat on your forehead, and matt standing there holding your hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to earth.

“you’re almost there,” the nurse said. “one more big push.”

you were crying. like ugly crying. and so was matt, let’s be real.

“you got this. you’re literally the strongest person i know,” he said, forehead pressed against yours, voice breaking. “just one more, baby. please.”

and you did it.

screamed. pushed. and then—

the cry.

tiny. loud. life-changing.

they held the baby up for a second before taking them to clean up, and matt completely lost it.

tears pouring down his face, mouth covered with his hand, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it was real.

“you did it. oh my god you fucking did it,” he whispered, looking at you like you were made of stardust. “you’re incredible.”

they handed you your baby, wrapped in a soft little blanket, and matt leaned in so close, just staring.

“hi,” he whispered to them, voice cracking. “i’m your dad. i love you so much already it’s actually stupid.”

then he looked at you, eyes glassy, lips twitching into the softest smile. “you gave me everything. like… everything.”

you blinked through the exhaustion, through the pain, through the joy, and whispered, “worth it.”

and he nodded. “so worth it.”

-@sturnispider

i actually ukowkey love this fhat 😁😁

@humpster35 @stvni0l0 @taytaysttpd @kayskreativeideas

[thegayfarie]

for @annoyinglilbro amazing prompt btw

you always assumed the best of me, your sweet, innocent, fresh out of highschool son, so whenever i locked myself in my room, you never questioned it. you also never questioned the timing of me locking that door and you favorite camboy starting his livestream.

your phone dinged with a notification from the camsite and you rush to your room, turning on your computer and clicking on the bookmarked tab. the stream opens and the sound of my moans fill your room. you always donate to me under the name 'daddybear'.

"o-oh! thank y-you daddybear for the.... hundred dollars!!! wow, thats amazing! thank you so much!! umm, is there a-anything you want me to do?~"

you had been hoping for this offer for a long time. you quickly type into chat your request.

"a one on one session? w-with me? well... dm me later~ we'll talk later"

you smile wide. the moment of your dreams were finally coming true. you enjoy the rest of my show, cumming more then one time for sure. the moment after my show ends you dm me.

daddybear: hi doll

angelftm: hi daddy~ soooo, whats this session you wanted to ask about? since your my number one supporter...

daddybear: just a quick, one on one session between us. thirty minutes. no covering your face. i want all of you. id show my face and body too

angelftm: okay. when were you thinking?

daddybear: now

angelftm: sure :3

your heart beat faster. this was it. finally, you could meet the boy of your dreams. you just your Webcam, wanting to get the perfect angle. you get a link from me and click it, opening up a private video room. you turn on you camera first, before urging me to do the same. but as soon as i do, your gaze turns cold.

"son....?"

"dad! what are you doing?!?"

suddenly all the pieces click into place. the locked door. the conveniently timed streams. it all made sense. you leave the call and bang on my door. i let you in nervously, and you throw me over your shoulder. i kick my feet, trying to get you to let go, but you keep walking, throwing me onto your bed.

"daddy?" i whimper "what are you doing...."you dont respond, opting to get on your knees and nuzzle your face inbetween my thighs.

i moan quietly, covering my mouth in shock. i shouldnt bee feeling this way towards my dad, but somehow i had been hoping it was him behind the camera. hoping that he would catch me one day and throw himself onto me. you lick a fat stripe up my boyslit, making sure to lap up all my wetness.

"fuck boy, your pussy tastes so nice. Just relax for your daddy, okay? be a good son for me"

i melt as you continue sucking me off, getting wetter every lick until im begging you to shove your big dadcock inside my tight puppy cunt. you oblige, pushing yourself in with one fluid movement. you swear you could feel my cervix as you bottomed out.you pound into me, and i moan, a constant string of "daddy" and "fuck me" coming out of my mouth.

you turn on my computer and tell me to start streaming and i do.

"cmon boy, introduce me" you say wickedly, smirking as i flush a deeper red.

"fuck.... umm... h-hi again eve-ryone... i have a sp-special guest joining m- AGH! joining me today..... my dad...."

"good boy. god, i didnt know my son was such a pervert, showing off his slutty body for so many dirty men to watch...."

"mhm mhm yes daddy im your dirty little pervert.... please fuck me with your fat dadcock and make me your good boy!!!"

you fuck me rough, not letting me have a break. by the time you finally came inside me, i was so worn, i passed out. but you didnt stop.

you turned off my stream after saying by and thanks for watching to my audience, before pumping your cock back into my wet, leaky pussy.

when i woke up, i felt your warm, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. i nuzzled into the embrace, waking you up.

"im sorry baby boy-" you started, but i cut you off.

"i wanted this daddy, and i know you wanted it too"

"i did hun. thank you."

i nodded in reply, already falling asleep again.

"sleep well baby....."

we decided to not stop streaming, since frankly it made lots of money. but now we did it together. sure, we lost a lot of following, but we gained more extremist, who paid much more to see incest fucking. we loved it. and we loved each other. daddy and son. forever in everything.

[soubeomies]

pairing ; leehan x gn!reader

genre ; obviously fluff!! :3

warnings ; none (probably)

a/n ; hi im back hehe SORRY I TOOK A HUGE SUDDEN LEAVE LOL, but i hope i can be more active <3

you and leehan had been dating for a little over a year now. though you both havent hung out for awhile since his schedule was so packed due to his idol duties. you always texted him asking when he would be able to hang out again, but of course, he would either be in dance practice, recording variety shows, recording new songs, or he would be on tour. you knew he always tried his best to make time for you, but its especially hard because of his schedule. you knew it wasnt his fault, but you couldnt help but feel sad.

you woke up this morning, ready to just spend another day with your usual cycle of doing absolutely nothing but scrolling through your phone all day.. and maybe waiting for a text from leehan?

you had just finished breakfast, you were just sitting on your couch as you scrolled through tiktok while sipping on your coffee ( or any preferred drink! ). you were mindlessly scrolling, until .. ding! a notification– FROM LEEHAN?!?!?!

–

–

and just like that, he left you on read. you chuckled to yourself, “where could he be taking me?” you muttered to yourself with a small grin on your face. you got ready, dressing up, but not too much. you looked at yourself in the mirror as you did your hair, and put on multiple accessories to see which ones suited you better. you finished up as you smiled, you cant help yourself but feel super excited cause leehan was finally taking you out!

you waited for him as you made sure you had everything you needed in your bag, powerbank, hairties, bottled water, hand sanitizer, tissues, and–

ding dong! the sound of your doorbell. you quickly zipped your bag up and dusted your clothes off before getting up and rushing over to the door. you practically yanked the door open as you saw your boyfriend, leehan, standing at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers.

he had a slight rosy hue on his cheeks as he smiled, “flowers.. for you?..” he muttered as he handed them to you in a flustered manner. you smiled at him and leaned in and hugged him tightly. he couldnt help himself but hug you back. “i missed you..” he muttered into the crook of your neck as you feel his warm breath against your skin. you both pull away gently.

“soo.. where are you taking me, hm?” you said as you trailed behind him to his car which was parked in your driveway. “just wait and see!!” he replied, he seemed really excited. you were still curious as he didnt budge to tell you where he was taking you.

–

an hour of driving passed as you arrived to a building.. it was an aquarium! you smiled as you looked at him. “aquarium date?” you said to him with a small smile on your face. “mhm! are you excited?! i’ve always wanted to take you to an aquarium!” he said as he drove to the parking lot. he parked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt as he got out of the car and opened your door aswell. he held you hand as he helped you out of the car as you both walked into the building.

upon entering, he opened his phone and showed it to the security as they scanned the qr for the tickets as they both let you in. hand in hand, you both admired the aquarium and its atmosphere together. even though it was rather crowded, you both felt like it was just the two of you. as you walked, leehan kept talking about the fishes there, giving you fun facts and everything. you didnt even have to read the descriptions of the fishes anymore, cause leehan had it all covered :) 

[lara4eclipze]

» love loop

sypnosis -» love is like a cycle no one can escape , you love you get love then that very love is broken , what if you just can't take it anymore

warnings-» angst, suicide, swearing, depression, both reader and lara die in here, established relationship (bestfriends) , lara had feelings for reader

talks -» im trying to experiment with my writing soo idrk how well this will do, also i know this is a very dark thing so please do scroll away if your very uhm sensitive to this topic

taglist: @ohmyhaely @nyssalvr @vrtualstar @c-yerim @jellaaa @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

you didnt know where you went so wrong-were you unlovable? nothing ever lasted nothing ever will, here you were again sobbing to your pillow

tears blur your eyes as you try to think clearly but you couldn't - your girlfriend has just broken up with you due to reasons you thought was so stupid

good things don't last they say yet cant you just have one thing to yourself for once? - its always you giving out love and never receiving any back

every moment felt like you were burning alive - knowing you will never find anyone that can actually love you till end of time

your phone rings with notifications every few seconds - from friends and family alike , they asked if you were alright

you couldn't respond cause you knew that you'd just end up lying - telling them yet again that you were alright and that you were just not feeling well

lara, your best friend has been calling you for the past 30 minutes - yet your hands seemed to fail every time you tried to reach for your phone and answer it

she didn't deserve to hear you sob for the maybe hundredth time this year about how you were unlovable and how you felt like you'll never meet the right person

lara felt like breaking down every time she saw you cry , just hearing your broken sobs made her die , knowing how much she can treat you way better but she didn't want to admit to you how much she really loved you

your mind was fogged over with hatred and depression nothing was worth living anymore , you slowly stood up and made your way to your balcony

the city lights faded beautifully , some blurred by your unshed tears , your hands shakily held the railings

"I'm sorry" you whisper , what were you sorry for? lara you both made a truce to never give up and always have each others back

you close your eyes and let the memories flood in , yet all of the good ones were with her with lara , it broke your heart that you didnt even talk to her before getting to this specific point

yet as you open your eyes you lift yourself up and stood on the railing , you took a quick look below you seeing no one you did it

you jumped, closing your eyes as the world around you faded into an inaudible sound, then everything was black as tears finally fell out of your eyes

this was it right? this was the end

lara drives to your apartment alarmed that you haven't responded to her calls , that's until she sees you lifeless on the cold pavement your head bleeding from what she can guess is impact of your fall

she runs out of her car quickly huddling your body trying to shake you to wake up or even show any signs of living

"y/n wake up! , don't leave me! shit don't do this to me please" she screams , she slowly started seeing the life drain out of your body , your hands got colder as your skin turned pale

as paramedics and police got to the place lara couldn't bring her self to let go of your body , she hugged you tightly regretting how late she got to your place

she wished that she just went even 20 minutes earlier , maybe just maybe she could've saved you , she could have held you for just a moment longer , she could wipe your tears away and replace it with your sickening sweet smile

days passed and none of those days did lara not sob her self to sleep, anytime she closed her eyes all she can see was you crying and begging her to help you

it was like a nightmare haunting her every night , any moment by then lara would've crumbled , yet she just wanted to see you one last time and feel your arms wrap around her just one more time

lara stood before the very same balcony you have leaped from , its like a sick play just the way you were sobbing lara was too, she wore your clothes trying to smell the comfort you bring to her life

"i want us to be together y/n , wait for me" lara mutters as she places herself above the railings , she closes her eyes and hugs herself leaping

her worries were washed away , all lara could see was you smiling at her , and as her body hits the floor all she could do was smile , she was finally gonna be with you

all lara could think about was you , even in her final moment all she wanted was you

[rubra-wav]

Why So Blue? Vox x Reader

[ Part 1 - A Like Morning Unlike Others ]

A/N: I have a kind of loose idea of where I'm maybe taking this one, but I am very much open to any suggestions.

People asked to be tagged in what was going to be part 2 to the oneshot. My ideas changed a bit with this tho, and it's being rewritten as a fic from the start - sorry if this isn't what you really had in mind w that request 😭

[ Taglist ] @gigglesandshits @serendipitous-fernweh @valentinosbabycakes @ seriouslyaverage (won't let me @ ???)

[ part 2 ] >>

Cw: SFW, Gn!Reader, slight staticmoth reference

The morning you first showed up was like any other for the Video Star.

As always, Vox awoke at 7:00 am on the dot, staring at the ceiling for a couple of seconds as his system warmed up properly for the day ahead.

After the 'sleep' cleared from his mind, he sat up and then climbed from his bed to quickly change before swiping his phone off his nightstand as he walked to the personal kitchen in his part of the building (he had it installed so he didnt have to see his colleagues before his persona was up to snuff) and began scrolling through his emails.

He opted for those from Carmine rather than Velvette or Valentino.

It was frankly too fucking early to deal with whatever bullshit they were yelling about on seemingly all of his socials in his mind. (a decision he'd come to regret rather soon)

Last night's hangover still clung to him, but he pushed through it. He was rather happy all things considered. Carmine's email confirmed that she was on board with partnering up for personal surveillance systems without much questioning, thankfully.

He was about to get even fucking richer.

He grinned widely at the prospect as he leisurely made his coffee - black, naturally - fantasising about how he'd be able to spy on hell's citizens even more with them literally installing surveillance cameras into their own homes for security purposes.

Those poor, desperate idiots practically exploit themselves!

Vox chuckled at the thought, humming as he walked in the direction of his broadcast room, scrolling to look over the email Carmine sent once again to fully understand all agreements. To try to see what he'd be able to push her into doing potentially.

The hatch to his lair broadcast room opened loudly and closed just as loudly behind him as his footfalls echoed in the silent room against the cold tiles.

Vox didn't look up once as he made his way to his seat.

He didn't need to.

He knew where everything was in here as nobody else was ever in here. And if they were?

Well, those demons wouldn't be 'employed' much longer, we'll say that.

His seat squeaked as he sat on it, sipping his coffee as he swiped through some more notifications.

He glanced at his monitor momentarily as he took a deep sip of coffee that would gross anyone else out, then promptly choked on it, gracelessly spitting some onto his keyboard and lap.

He felt truly chilled to the bone for the first time in a long while.

Wide, red eyes watched in horror as a very drunk version of himself from last night met him. In the video, he was shaking his hips from where he stood on a bar while singing (he assumed) shittily if his memory served right.

The video was muted from where it played on the screen of every monitor in his room, but he expected it.

His frozen present self watched himself in the video as drunk Vox stumbled and then proceeded to topple off-camera to the ground.

His instant assumption was that Valentino or Velvette had posted it online, but that was quickly off the cards when he noticed that not only were both of them watching him while laughing with no phones in their hands, but it was posted from his own fucking Sinstagram account.

It already had over a million likes, and it'd been up for only an hour at this point. His colleagues wrote surprised comments underneath, asking if he meant to post it. Valentino adding that Vox looked cute in it either way.

He could feel his fear and anger rising, loud zaps of electricity emitting from him already as his claws dug into either armrest of his desk chair, leaving long scratch marks on them which exposed the padding within.

Then he read the bottom caption of the looped post of himself and fully lost it.

'For someone who talks so big about being ahead technologically, it was awfully easy to hack old Boxy here.'

Vox lets out a loud, enraged yell, slamming his fist on his desk, promptly causing himself to Bluescreen and knocking out much of Pentagram's electricity in the process despite not being plugged into his set-up.

-

On the other side of the city, you laugh loudly as you watch the press conference where the Tech demon overlord fought to clean up his image.

It began just a few minutes after you were exposed to Vox's rage in the form of your lights shutting off.

It didn't affect your setup, of course. A certain someone you knew had helped you craft it, and it ran on a different server.

While others were still waiting for their shit to get back in order after Vox stopped plastering his rather strained grin on every screen, you were watching the press conference in one window while admiring how quickly his men raced to try and patch up the code you'd gotten through last time in another.

Of course, it hardly would do anything for you the next time around you decided to clown on him.

You shifted into a cross-legged position on the floor, glancing between the mess of old and new monitors surrounding you all interlocking with equally messy and tangled cables.

You passively wondered if anyone had been killed during all this, expecting yes, but not paying much attention to it. You couldn't do anything about what he decided to pull in response to your attacks.

Anything for your entertainment.

You cracked your fingers loudly as you began to prepare for the next bag of shit you'd be leaving on his doorstep.

Snickering with a smile, you watched his hypnosis ability activate, manipulating everyone watching outside of your own eyes.

They would forget this, but you wouldn't. And neither would Vox. You'd make sure all of them remembered you eventually.

Snorts and giggles echoed out in the silence of your small, shitty apartment as you mulled over all the things you had planned for the next few months.

Jesus christ, this would be fun.

Yeah, this reader isn't a good person either. They just wanna fuck around with Vox as much as they can and don't care much who becomes cannon fodder in the process.

I was considering also writing pt. 2 into this as well, but I figured that I would do this as just a taster for this series starting for the first post. Pt. 2 will be soon 🙏

Why So blue Masterlist (not much here yet obv)

Main Masterlist

[tennafics]

Hello! Love your work, Could I request Dad Tenna with reader who's dealing with an unwanted admirer? I don't mean it in a y@ndere or a&usive sort of way, just someone not getting the hint that "No I'm not interested, stop" mean stop trying, and Tenna being a protective dad about (Obviously reader wouldn't be a child here, but I wanted to clarify). Hope you have a wonderful day.

warnings: unwanted advances (bonus: uncle ramb idk it just sort of happened)

It'd been a day. You slouched on your Dad's chair, then checked your phone.

A chill went down your back. More messages from s Ohome damned creep that saw you on your Dad's show. They ranged....from...fuck, from EVERYWHERE. Flirty, stalky, downright threatening if you didnt respond- You whined.

Truly not wanting to worry him, you tried to ignore it, but...you're gonna have to bring your Dad in on this one. It's getting pretty messed up. He will not take this well. ...Why would he. You looked messed up.

"Luv, you okay?"

Ramb's voice made you jump in your spot, and you held your hands up to your chest. You shook your head.

"Aw, babe, w's wrong?"

Biting your lip, you thought about telling Ramb. He always was a good guy to talk to, and...oh to hell with it. With a small whimper, you muttered out your issue. His brow furrowed.

Ramb gave you a "show me" gesture for your phone, looking at the messages and scowling. Hard. He patted your shoulder, signaling for a hug. You dove in.

"That little-...Your dad will take care of 'em. ...If I don't get to them first, that is."

Huh. You never saw Ramb angry, but his face was heated. A smile crossed your face, and you pressed your cheek on his, making him let out a small "Oh!" in response.

"How about a drink, luv?"

Wiping your eyes, you nodded as he went behind his counter and made you something.

"There ya go, babe. Love ya."

"Love you too."

---

Tenna opened up the doors to the stage and looked around, about to speak but saw Ramb looking at him grimly. Oh no. No. It was with you- Gesturing around in a silent question, Tenna was pointed to the couch. He made his way over and peeked at your sleeping form.

Augh. As much as he didn't wanna wake you up...this seemed serious. So he nudged you. ...Nothing. Nudged you again.

"GUH-"

"WHAT'S WRONG?!"

"AGH-"

Tenna pursed his lips. Probably not the smoothest...way to do that. Oh, you panicked dummy. Way to go, you just scared your kid.

"Oh- I'm sorry, darling! I didn't mean to scare you!"

Two gloved hands lifted you up, and you scooted forward in them, reaching his chest. Your hands were on his tie. This...seemed bad, and anxiety bubbled in his stomach.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

You began. The comments. The notifications. All of it. You gave him your phone. His jaw dropped. Screen going to static at random. Scrolling the messages in your phone, he was speechless. Silent. The phone was dropped- Ah hell.

"Who... The FUCK," (Wow no censors) "IS SENDING MY GOD DAMNED ANGEL, THIS BULLSHIT?!"

Tenna held you close, kissing your cheek. He was losing his mind. He muttered something under his breath.

"I'LL TAKE THEIR LIFE MYSELF!"

A tug on his sleeve brought him back to earth. He smiled down at you, and he kissed your forehead. He really loved you. You smiled up at him.

"MIKE- EVERYONE! If you even gesture at making fun of my darling, YOU WILL GO INTO A MEAT GRINDER. GET IT?! YOU BETTER."

[drunkoffsmoke]

Hey do you have any platonic Headcanons for Reiner,Mikasa,and Armin?

a/n: RAGHHH IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE THE REQUEST EARLIER!!!! I DIDNT GET A NOTIF— anyways brother elliot shall provide once more >:) (this is like season 1-2 so no spoilers).

pairing: Reiner x gn!reader ; Mikasa x gn!reader ; Armin x gn!reader.

fandom: AOT (Attack on Titan).

genre: Fluff, headcanons.

! WARNING ! : N/A. (it's sfw pookies)

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Reiner Braun.

Man is FLEXING his ass off when you're around.

Anything he thinks you might like? He's showing it off. Whether it be leadership skills (which he barely has) or muscles (okay he does have those), HE'S SHOWING OFF.

He likes to get your attention through random stuff such as constant poking or annoying you.

Since you're close to Reiner, he talks a lot about you to his friends Annie and Bertholdt.

Bertie likes you, although Annie keeps her distance. It's not that she doesn't like you, it's just that she's a loner and wants to keep it that way.

He probably follows you around during missions to make sure you're safe.

He's like a golden retriever off the field, but on the field, he's the most protective mf you can ever meet.

The second a titan reaches out to grab you, boom, he's slicing the titan's hand off.

If the mission proves to be easy with few dangers nearby, you and him have little contest like 'who kills more titans' and such.

He doesn't want to admit it, but he lets you win almost every time, blaming it on his gear for being this rusty.

You usually stay up past your curfew and watch the stars.

During this time you don't talk a lot, merely enjoying eachothers presence.

He's usually acting like an older brother, but sometimes you have to be the mature one and step in between fights he's about to start (somebody looked at you wrong).

Super supportive, literally the main cheerleader as you kick somebody's ass during training.

You and him have sparring sessions and he teaches you useful information about hand-to-hand combat!

He'd be a good teacher if he wouldn't be teasing you so much.

"Look at you, you're so fragile, you could never take me down!" were his last words before you kicked his ass.

He was shocked, he didn't expect you to ACTUALLY win the fight.

Nevertheless he's proud of you >:)

Mikasa Ackerman.

She firstly heard about you through Armin, telling her and Eren about how he made a new friend.

She was skeptical at first, thinking you were actually someone mean who just tried to get advantage of her blond friend.

But upon meeting you, she quickly changed her mind.

Mikasa is usually quiet and is always following Eren around, so the two of you don't really get some time alone.

But Armin told you she considers you a good friend of hers!

You're a feisty fellow, so she has to make sure you don't get in trouble aswell (as if she needed another Eren to take care of).

Being the mother friend of the group, she has to make sure nobody gets hurt, so she keeps you, Armin and Eren close when in missions.

Always on alert, she's ready to lash out at anyone who does you wrong.

One time a rookie spoke lowly of you behind your back. Mikasa found out, said she was going to take care of it, and you never saw that rookie again.

It's scary what she's willing to do to protect her loved ones, but it only makes you realize she is a good person deep down.

Honestly you're closer to Armin than her, but she doesn't mind that, since it gives her and Eren some alone time (nothing happens in this time, but she likes it when it's just her and Eren hanging around).

Not really good with praises, but will congratulate you after missions, saying you did a good job before walking away.

Armin Arlert.

If you're close to him, you're ultimately close to Eren and Mikasa too.

He likes to talk to you about facts he's learned from books and he's genuinely happy you listen to him (unlike a certain SOMEONE who has brown hair and teal eyes glares at Eren).

You had to rescue him a couple times from bullies. Because of that, you tried to teach him how to defend himself, although he believed this wasn't the right way.

He probably shows off every new item he found. It's mainly cool rocks or shards of glass bottles, but the way he's presenting them makes the trinkets look like some ancient relics.

He is a great listener and offers good advice where he can.

Most of the time he's shy so you have to speak up for him, he's really thankful you do that for him.

Armin's parents like you a lot, especially since you help out Armin so much. They tell you stuff about Armin which makes him embarrassed and blush.

You know the song 'To the Bone' about Undertale?

Well there's this one part saying "I am the Mastermind, he's my accomplice!"

Yeah that's Armin, and you're "You're still alive because I made a promise."

You guys are a great duo, fighting off titans together (although you end up eliminating most of them since Armin is a bit rusty on his skills, he's learning tho!) during missions and such.

He probably tells you all about the wonders of the ocean he's learned from his little book, it gets you as excited as him and it makes him feel as if he doesn't just let the information fall on deaf ears.

He thinks you're a strong, independent person and admires you for that.

He's the orange cat friend and you're the doberman friend. You can't convince me otherwise.

[sketch-guardian]

Never again trying to request or ask something on another tumblr account that isn’t this one 😞

I was looking at this one account and this character was honestly so cool and I was like “woah, I want him to be my dad” so I like asked if they did child reader stuff but then I looked at their request rules one more time. THEY DIDNT DO UNDERAGE STUFF, IM SO EMBARRASSED. I SEJT ANOTHER ASK FRANTICALLY APOLOGISING AND I DONT THINK I CAN LIVE IT DOWN.

BUT YEAH THIS ACCOUNT MAKES ME FEEL VERY SAFE WITH THE REQUESTS, YOURE VERY NICE!!

WHEN YOURE NOT BUSY IS IT OKAY IF I ASK FOR ALL THE RAD CLASSMATES WHOS NOT FULLY HUMAN (YOU CAN CHOOSE WHAT THE OTHER HALF IS BUT IF MC WAS HALF ANGEL IT WOULD GO CRAZYYY FOR REMIEL. I FEEL LIKE THEYD FEEL SO SAFE, THEY DESERVE IT. REMIEL NEEDS MORE LOVE)

sorry for caps lock btw!! It’s very fun 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

You know, at first since Tumblr notifications only show me the start of asks, I read "never again trying to request-" and I was already thinking the worst😳like oh god, what did I do to mess up so badly?🙈Then I read the rest and breathed a sigh of relief🤣Anyway, I'm sure you'll be able to get through such moment eventually!✨Those are small oversights that can happen and I doubt the author of that account will take it out on you for so little, trust me☺I've made a fool of myself before several times, I'm very awkward both online and in reality, but over time I learned to laugh about such mishaps😂Still, I'm happy you feel comfortable sending asks here💕you flatter me and thank you again for your kindness💜I'm sorry if I'm taking a day or two to reply to asks🙈but I'm still trying to finish the New exchange students' true celestial forms sketch, I apologize for being slow😭I promise I'll reply though😥since I just need to start shading the drawing🤞🏻Now, to vary the headcanons a bit, I chose a different race for each OC, inserting half-angel MC for Remiel as you requested😌(I'm glad you like Remiel by the way and don't worry about your writing✨). Also considering you mentioned child reader stuff earlier, I assumed you meant platonic headcanons with child MC, I hope I didn't misinterpret🙈:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A HALF-BREED CHILD MC"

DEMYA (HALF-ORC)

Demya would be curious at the sight of half-orc child MC, having never seen an orc in her entire life, however she would feel admiration towards their race as they are prone to fighting, they would remind her in a certain sense of her own race (fauxsaeva) and she would like to discover more curiosities through half-orc child MC. Demya would coo over half-orc child MC's tusks, finding them adorable and would compare them with her thicker and pointer fangs, perfect for tearing meat, she would also be curious to see how half-orc child MC eats, so Demya would often share her snacks with them, only treats though, because her main and perhaps sometimes bloody meals could be too much for half-orc child MC. Furthermore, Demya would love to play fight with half-orc child MC, as they are quite powerful and resistant for their age, that way she wouldn't necessarily have to worry about risking harming them accidentally

DOMNRA/MOBIM (CAMBION)

Domnra wouldn't be too surprised by a cambion child MC, it's not that rare for a demon and a human to fall in love, hell he's seen it happen several times, both in Devildom and on Earth despite himself, so it would be logical to finally see, at least once, a demon half-breed appear. Domnra would feel some kind of connection to cambion child MC, both for their demonic side, a trait they would have in common, and in a certain sense for their feeling in half, given that his soul was literally split in half and then shared by two beings, i.e. Domnra and Mobim, while child MC is half-human and half-demon. Therefore Domnra would defend cambion child MC if someone bothered them regarding their lineage and would help cambion child MC to get more in tune with their demonic side, in short to control it. Mobim would sense cambion child MC's nature, but honestly for the little curse child MC could be anything and it would accept them either way, because that's what true family is supposed to do. In the end Mobim and cambion child MC would become good friends/sibilings

AZUL (HALF-FAE)

Azul would be genuinely surprised at the sight of a half-fae child MC, with features and appearance similar to those of a nymph or a fairy, aware that it's a rather rare and difficult race to come across, therefore he would show enthusiasm at the sight of them and probably he would ask half-fae child MC some questions, especially to check if some of their powers are similar or not. Considering that half-fae child MC would probably be very attached to nature, Azul would take them to lie down in some flowery meadows, a habit of when Azul was still an angel, while his familiars, blue morpho butterflies, would flutter around them, as if they were in a classic Disney movie. Azul would also let half-fae child MC experiment with painting, making nice portraits of each other, after all he would find their fae traits inspiring. Azul would try to find out if half-fae child MC had the ability of imposing their will and controlling other people by obtaining their names, because no matter how convenient and fun it might sound, it would still be a problem if such thing happened, so Azul would use himself as an example of bad influence, meaning that half-fae child MC should't try to mimic the bullshit or pranks he pulls off (but in his heart, Azul would be proud-)

ZURI (HALF-SIREN)

Zuri would be intrigued from a biological point of view by half-siren child MC, wanting to understand how such a union could have happened, given the significantly different anatomy, however she would do research on her own rather than asking half-siren child MC personally, after all Zuri wouldn't know their family situation or conception, it could be a sensitive topic. Zuri would also note that half-siren child MC would be a sea variant siren and not an air one similar to an harpy. Zuri would make sure to get either a small pool or a large water case in which half-siren child MC could swim to their heart's content and stay hydrated, perhaps also adding decorationd such as algae, pearls, shells and corals, to make ambience more pleasant and aquarium like. Zuri would aid half-siren child MC in taking care of their skin by moisturizing their scattered fish scales and help them use their powers responsibly, such as their siren song ability, similar to Zuri's hypnosis

ODON (HALF-ELDRITCH)

Odon is an ancient eldritch abomination, so much so that they don't exactly remember the circumstances of their birth or creation, so they have experienced many events during the course of their long life, however Odon would have to admit that it would be the first time they have ever encountered a half-eldritch, especially so young, so it would be a new pleasant experience for Odon to meet half-eldritch child MC and possibly become friends. Odon would find interesting that a human would even consider having a child with a eldritch horror, since they aren't exactly known for their friendliness, helpfulness, or parenting skills, in general it's not recommended for humans to deal with such entities, so Odon would find delightful knowing that there are other eldritch beings tame enough to consider forming such unions, at least they hope. Half-eldritch child MC wouldn't have to fear showing their eldritch side to Odon, because it would have no effect on them, moreover Odon would be able to worry less about their own form being seen, because as a half-eldritch, if child MC were to see Odon's face under their bangs, perhaps they would just get nausea or a headache. Odon would be a good mentor for half-eldritch child MC, teaching them how to control their most abominable side, they would allow half-eldritch child MC to have a friend with whom they can be their true self, after all Odon knows what it means to be alone

REMIEL (HALF-ANGEL)

Remiel would be aware of how rare it is to find half-angels like herself, since the Celestial Council usually does not approve such sins of creation and depending on whether or not those half-breed children disturb balance, they are mostly simply repudiated or directly abandoned to die to their fate, therefore at the sight of half-angel child MC, Remiel would be a little surprised and at the same time she would feel a certain bond with them on a deeper level, a soft of kinship. At the beginning probably both half-angel child MC and Remiel would analyze each other in silence with a curious gaze, tilting their heads from side to side like a lost puppy, over time though, considering that half-angel child MC has most likely suffered discrimination due to their heritage as well, they would quickly grow attached to Remiel and take shelter under her much larger feathery wings. During her long existence, Remiel has become numb to certain things, such as mocks or taunts, believing them to be true from a logical point of view, however half-angel child MC's case would be different from her situation and the angel of death would like them to feel safe for once, because it would be what they deserve. Being somber yet blunt, Remiel would have no problem softly explaining to upset conservative angels that since balance allowed half-angel child MC to be born, they have the right to exist. Remiel would help half-angel child MC with cleansing and preening their wings, taking care of their feathers with tender and soothing touch, in the meantime half-angel child MC would help Remiel understanding emotions better, perhaps the angel of death could even teach them to fly if they wished to learn, holding half-angel child MC by the hand, to prevent them from falling, Remiel wouldn't let that happen

NATHANIEL (HALF-DRAGON)

Nathaniel would be aware that there are different races and that crossbreeding can occasionally occur, however he would be surprised and intrigued by the compatibility between a human and a dragon, which would apparently result in draconic bloodline and half-dragon child MC's birth. Nathaniel would find dragons fascinating creatures, thinking of them as wise, honorable and free, therefore he would show interest in half-dragon child MC's dragon traits, such as wings, tail or horns, taking care they do not get hurt during the day, since they could be cumbersome while moving around, Nathaniel would also apply some herbal creams to half-dragon child MC's skin in the areas where their scales begin, such as cheeks or arms, to avoid skin irritation or dryness. One of the times Nathaniel would actually be caught off guard would be if half-dragon child MC, depending on their powers, risked burning, electrifying, or freezing his face off during a sneeze, which would then surprisingly make Nathaniel laugh

URIEL (DEMIGOD)

Uriel at the beginning, as a warrior angel serving the Celestial Realm, would be skeptical in believing in other deities, given that god (Father) is the only entity who she has always served and praised together with other angels, therefore she might not immediately believe demigod child MC, she would need proof of them being the offspring of a deity and a human, but once obtained, Uriel would be astonished, because it would go against what she was taught to believe. Once she comes to terms with the half-divine nature of child MC, Uriel would like to test demigod child MC's skills, their resilience and would be quite amazed and proud of what they are capable of accomplish. Uriel would then teach demigod child MC that with great power comes great responsibility and that they should only use their powers to seek justice and fight for the innocent. Moreover Uriel wouldn't tell demigod child MC, but due to her strict education and discipline, she might find the relationship between human and deity sacrilegious, still Uriel would try to overcome her prejudices for demigod child MC's sake

[sysysyrixart]

Hellooo, love your art :) Question : is there any Finn/Farcus headcanons you could share? (This ship has got me so invested it’s not even funny)

IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER! literally never got a notification for this… tumblr I’m gonna get you…

First of all thank you so much! I’m glad you like my art, it makes me really happy to hear that! :3

I’ve got a handful of Finn hcs:

His facial scar is a key feature to him as well as a curiosity to his character! We were never really given an explanation due to his position as a side character (minor antagonist?)and so I’ve created my own. After consulting with a friend of mine who had been fixated on medical stuff, he explained to me that the scarring along his face is most likely from an explosion. Due to the positioning and drag, it’s most likely something had imploded in front of him and caused for his face to receive cuts as well as damage to his jaw. This brings me to our next hc! I do not think that Finn’s jaw is for purely cosmetic purposes. I mean — I suppose it’s less of a hc and more of a likely fact, but still. Due to the jaw’s positioning and the way it is quite literally screwed into his face, I think that he may have broken his jaw in the supposed explosion. I think it’s more so an aid/brace for him that he jazzed up so that he could look cool. (I hate him.)

Next : his TATTOOS! god, I hate this guy. He’s just…. I need him dead. You’re telling me that at your grown age, you spent all of daddy’s money on tattoos to show off your interests…? (Snakes, weaponry, Catholicism/gothic imagery) like good for him I guess but it’s just so funny to me that most of the things he does are so that he can look cool in front of other people. I think this really helps show how he truly is a “new money” character who’s a bit of a doofus.

I think that because he tries so hard to look cool: it’s definitely hiding some sort of insecurity. What could this be? Not too sure… but I have a hcccc… muehehehe

Don’t get me started on his “math” tattoo in cursive I don’t know what’s wrong with him.

As mentioned before: I have a hc to his insecurity. I believe that he is part vastayan. For those who don’t know: being part vastayan is frowned upon in certain places whereas full blooded vastayan are preferred. For example: Sett (lol) is part vastayan and he once lived within a vastayan tribe in Ionia. He was shunned, shamed, and eventually booted from the group due to his mutt-like lineage. I can totally see Finn coming from a vastayan parent and a human. I believe this is why his eyes are snake-like and why he has fangs.

Or I could be totally wrong and this idiot modified himself to look this way because he likes snakes and thinks they’re cool… though my only evidence to back up my theory is: the eye surgery is not physically possible to my knowledge/there are no other characters with this. Also, I don’t think he’s going out of his way to wear contacts and fake fangs every day. Even if he had perma fangs, I still can’t see it.

Next hcs: doing what riot DIDNT

Finn has acrylics. I don’t care. Riot stripped the wings of an angel by taking them away. In Finn’s beta sketches, there are MULTIPLE designs of him with acrylics on!! For some reason it was taken out of the final. His acrylics just add to his look and honestly give him a more genderqueer appearance which I LOVEEEEE. It’s sad to see how the designers literally fought for his nails. If they weren’t acrylics, they were painted, but again… riot stole an angel’s wings……. A single tear slowly trickles down my cheek… I’ll never forgive them

And again… you may notice something else in his beta… he has longer hair. As I’ve said before… wings stripped from a genderqueer angel. The long hair just makes him such a cutie! I prefer it much more and I’ll oftentimes draw him with long hair. I kinda wish the hair had made it to the final design… maybe he’d get clowned on less. Still, I do like the final!

Adding to Finn’s queer coded/femininity, he also had makeup…. Sigh… I hc that he wears eyeliner to make his eyes pop out and not fade from focus due to the intense amount of tattoos all over him. Also cus he’s a diva 💅 I know he’s killing that fucking wing. Sharpest eyeliner in Zaun fo sho.

Once again, referencing beta sketches, we can see Finn with a cigarette. This brings me to my next hc: he smokes quite a bit! Now, I’m not saying he’s a chain smoker, but I am saying that he has smoked enough to the point where he was able to last much longer than his coworkers when Silco filled the (garden?) with The Grey. Finn lasts a good two— maybe five minutes while everyone else is coughing within the first few seconds. Again, we can see his strain to look cool in front of everyone. You can just see the tears well up in his eyes as he tries not to react before he suddenly collapses and gasps for air.

I also think that smoking is something he uses when trying to converse with others. Whether it’s a friend, flirt/fling, or potential business partner, he can guess/assume their personality traits based on how they react. I think it’s one of the main reasons as to why he always carries a lighter… his stupid fidget toy.

As for Farcus, I do need to work on their hcs! I’ve been playing around with the idea of the two in a modern AU mostly. I’ve thought of Finn being a tattoo artist/pet store owner living in an apartment with Marcus. I think the two bicker often to the point where it becomes a regular occurrence. Finn makes a snarky comment in the elevator, gives him a sly grin as he leaves, which makes Marcus’ eyes roll. I think the continuous banter would become something regular, almost comforting. When one doesn’t leave at their usual time or doesn’t leave their room at all, I think the other can’t help but obsess on why. It’s like they’re worried.

I think banter would turn to conversation. The two would learn about one another a little more. Though, I feel Marcus would be opposed to this. I think Finn can kinda slide past this stage by getting to Marcus’ soft spot; his daughter Ren. I think Ren would like Finn, his interesting appearance, silly personality, and constant teasing of her father. I think they’d have a lot of fun pranking the poor man. After a long shift of being an officer, he comes home for a well deserved rest and wakes up with both a beard and glasses drawn in sharpie on his face along with the two giggling right around the corner.

Moving past the au, I do think that they have a slim slim slim slim slim chance for chemistry in the real universe. A hate for Silco, a temper, a slight chance to meet one another, anything’s a possibility! I’d love to see the two plot against Silco. That would be fun