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yujinnieswifeu · 3 months

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DomG!p Wonyoung(Big dick Wonyyy) 🙏 Sub femreader

You invite her to your house and when she realizes that your parents are not home she 'attacks' you (Wony taking advantage of her innocent best friend 💔💕)

Pairings: sub!fem reader x g!p dom!wonyoung

Warnings: lots of smuttt, dubcon? (I think it is, if it isn’t, please help i’m new to this😭), wony has a dick, red flag wony towards the end, a bit of manipulation (again, i’m not rlly sure but i think so??)

a/n: guyss, oml someone teach me how to write it short cause i always write it so long, i just dk how to, this one might be my longest one yet!! Also, i’m gg to change my italics for the thoughts and exaggeration hehe. Anyws, i kinda enjoyed writing this, thanks for the ask anon! And hope you like it too! <3

It was near the exams, and being smart, you did not really need help with studying, but your best friend Wonyoung told you she needed. She had asked you for help a few weeks back and so you two scheduled to meet up regularly so that you could teach her. Usually, you two would go to the library to study, but recently, she wanted it to be more private, telling you that she could not concentrate in the library and there were still distractions.

So you two decided to study at either of your houses instead, and that was when Wonyoung knew she had to step up her game. From a few years back, when you two had become friends, Wonyoung had always found you amusing. She did not know why, but when you started becoming close, you would always touch her unconsciously, such as her thighs, even sitting on her lap sometimes. It would make Wonyoung hard, and even when you felt the bulge in her pants, and asked her about it, she would tell you that it was just her pubic bone and gosh, you believed her.

She figured that either you were just too dumb or too innocent, or maybe both, to even realise it was something else. It made her jerk off after you leave every time, to the thought of ruining your innocence, wrapping her cock that was twitching around her fingers and imagining that it was your mouth, the thought of seeing you cry as you take her big dick down your throat, telling her it was too much was making her go feral, and she would come like this right after, moaning your name. Gosh, she could not wait to ruin you.

It was going to be 4 when Wonyoung would come to your house to study, and for some reason you were getting nervous. It was the first time that you two studied alone without your parents so maybe that was why? But she was your best friend, you should not be nervous, so why were you feeling this way? The thought of how Wonyoung has been acting recently crosses your mind, she has been touchy with you, which was fine, but sometimes it left you wet down there, and you did not understand that. Ding ding. Suddenly, the sound of your doorbell started ringing, making you step out of your thoughts and alerting you that Wonyoung was probably waiting outside of your door.

You quickly went out of your bedroom, and to the living room as you opened the door for her. “Hey bestie!” She greets you and you gave her a hug, as usual, before ushering her in. “Do you want any drinks?” You had asked, seeing her as she scans the room. “Water is fine. Say y/n, your parents aren’t home today?” Her brow was raised as she looks at you, and you nodded your head, pouring her a glass of water as you two walked into your bedroom, she had placed her bag on your chair at your desk, before lying down on your bed, something that you two were comfortable enough to do at each other’s houses.

“Mhm, they aren’t, my mom and dad actually is overseas right now on their honeymoon.” You replied, placing the mug down on the small table that you had taken out, since you two would be studying, or so you thought. “Oh, that’s nice. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” She sat up now, looking at your direction. Behind her eyes, she was thinking of how to ruin you, since whenever you two would study, there would be people around, now was her time.

“I guess i didn’t think it was important Wony.” You shrug your shoulders, looking at her as she settles next to you now, where the small study table was. “I see, well, that’s true, shall we start the studying now?” She says, flashing you a small grin that makes your cheeks flush slightly, her fingers tapping at your thigh. You didn’t even understand why she affects you this much, but you just nodded, brushing that thought away as you two started studying. Through the session, you found yourself shifting uncomfortably, Wonyoung had her hands on your thigh still, except it started inching near to where you felt the wetness. Sometimes when she talks, she gives you a flirtatious wink, or even say stuff that makes you red.

“You okay y/n? You seem a little red.” She tilts her head, and you nod your head. “Y-yeah, maybe it’s just hot in this room.” You answer meekly, your breath hitching when she slides her hand at your inner thigh, giving the flesh there a soft squeeze. It makes your breathing hitch, wondering if this was normal between best friends, and why you were feeling this way. “Hm, you sure? You seem…a little uncomfortable.” She finishes her sentence, now closing the gap between you two as her fingers lies directly on your core. It makes you let out a small moan, and she bites her bottom lip to not let out the groan she is dying to. “W-wait Wonyoung, what are you doing?” You gasped instead, feeling her rub her fingers at your wetness that has you whimpering, but not stopping her because why does it feel good?

“Hm, you don’t want this? But i want this, i wanted this for so long now.” She whispers against your ear, feeling her fingers press against your bundle of nerves. “Nmmmp, n-no Wony, i-it’s just..we’re best friends, this looks wrong.” You could hear her sighing, removing her fingers from your buzzing core instead and you almost whimper. “Is this what best friends do? Gosh y/n, you have been teasing me every single time when we’re together, sitting on my lap, placing your hand on my thigh, and i even caught you staring at my lips sometimes, you really think of me just as your best friend?” She pushes her hair back with her fingers frustratingly, giving you a look of annoyance that makes you throb. It was true, when she said you had stared at her lips, they just looked so kissable at that moment, and you may have thought how it would feel, her lips on yours.

Why was she affecting you so much anyway? Why were you feeling all hot and bothered when she just did that when you should be worried about it instead. “Unnie…i-i’m just confused, i…i’m not sure why.” You say honestly, and Wonyoung bites her lip, gosh did you look so cute all lost like that. It just makes her want to ruin you even more. “Do you want me to help you with your confusion?” She inches closer again, her thumb brushing your cheek as she makes you look at her. “Yes p-please.” You could feel your cheeks heat up, eyes locked on hers and she leans in, kissing you with hunger.

You try to return the kiss, moaning softly against her lips as you feel her fingers trace down your back, your hands were awkwardly at your lap, clenching at your own skirt as you two made out. She pulls away, her tongue licking at your bottom lip teasingly. It just made you feel the throb between your legs, and you did not understand why. “Wony..” You whined, and she smiled, the nickname rolls off your tongue so easily, it makes her heart swell sometimes. “Yes y/n/n (your nickname)?” She bit her bottom lip now, her eyes shows feigned concern, knowing what you were going to ask her. You were just that innocent weren’t you?

“I-i have this feeling…between my legs, and it’s uncomfortable.” You continue to whine your frustrations out, and Wonyoung only smirks, her plan was working, so well in fact. “You want me to help you with that then?” Her fingers draw circles on your back, and you nodded your head shyly. She stood up, asking you to sit on the edge of the bed and you did just that. “You know…i’m feeling that way too right now, can you help me with that first baby?” She tilts her head, her fingers palming at her own crotch over her skirt as she stands over you, and that was when you realise that she had something sticking out. You could feel your heart race, realising it was what you think it was.

“Y-you..have a dick?” You blurted out, feeling your cheeks flush at the “d” word that felt crude to you, yes you learnt that during science class, you knew what it was and why does it stand up, you just did not know that it was possible for a girl to have one. Regardless, it was making you feel even more wetter down south, and you couldn’t hide how much it was affecting you as you shift on the bed. “Yes i have one, but you like it don’t you?” You only whimper, rubbing your thighs together instead. She sees this, feeling her cock throb uncomfortably. “Gosh, you make me so hard again, just like that time.” She groans, removing her skirt and her panties, and you watch as it slaps against her pelvis, your eyes widened at the size, and it has you squirming on the bed.

“You think you can help me with this y/n/n?” She looks down at you, her fingers stroking her hard on with a pout on her face. You weren’t sure how to help so you just nodded your head, feeling her tap her tip on your lips. “Open your mouth for me.” She huskily says, and you part your lips, feeling her rock her hips slowly as she fucks into your mouth.

You could feel the throbbing between your legs only intensifies as you let her pleasure herself with your mouth. She starts to rock her hips faster, her cock only goes halfway down your throat as you start to choke, trying to free yourself as it starts to get harder to breath, Wonyoung just abusing your mouth instead. She has wanted this for so long, no way would she miss the opportunity to see you struggle to take her cock around your mouth, watching your tears roll down your cheeks as she continues to fuck your mouth.

“F-fuck y/n/n, you’re taking me so well, you’re so good at this.” She moans, her eyes rolling slightly as she continues to fuck into your mouth, her left hand was wrapped around your hair like a hair tie, while the other was wiping your tears away. “You look so beautiful like this…you have no idea how l-long i’ve wanted this.” She moans out, before pulling her cock out, your drool mixed with her pre-cum now dripping down her red and swollen cock and down your thighs. You gasp, finally being able to breath, and you could not deny that it all felt oddly good to you, you could not explain it but she was only making you throb even more when she ignored your pleas to stop.

“How was that?” She places a finger under your chin, making you look up at her, your eyes still slightly teary and your lips puffy was making her dick painfully hard, as her other hand goes to stroke at her cock. “I-it felt good.” You could feel your cheeks flush, and she smirks, helping you to lie on the bed instead as she straddles your hips, her front pressed on yours. “I’m going to help you now okay y/n/n?” You nodded at her words, wanting her to just touch you at the area you needed her the most, to get rid of the feeling.

“P-please..” She did not need to hear another word from you, as she kissed you harshly, wasting no time to undress you, getting rid of your blouse and your bra before her fingers rubs at your nipples, feeling you moan into the kiss as she takes the opportunity to stick her tongue between your lips, exploring every inch of your mouth before pulling away. “Unnie please, it feels weird down there.” You whimper, and she coos at you, helping you out of your skirt as she sees a dark patch on your panties. She bites at her bottom lip, helping to take them off before she places it near her clothes (she def will use it to jerk it off later🤭). “You’re so wet, it’s because of me right?” She teases, and you could feel the hotness on your cheeks, as you nod your head shyly. She lowers down to your core, before blowing at it which has you whimpering. “P-please Wony?” You move your hips, wanting the throbbing feeling to dissipate as she teases at your core. She would make you beg the whole day if she could, but right now, she wanted this. No, she needs this, she needed to taste you.

She leans into your heat, her tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves repeatedly as you moan loudly, your eyes rolls back at the pleasure and you leg twitches slightly. Her fingers go up to your breasts as she stimulates them, moaning at your core. It makes a vibration feeling pass through your body, making you shiver. She continues to lick and suck at your bundle of nerves, and soon, you start to moan louder, the need to pee alarming you. “W-wait Wony!” You cry out, and she knows you’re close, her hands wraps around your thighs, locking you as she flicks faster against your clit, making you squirm desperately, trying to push her off as you fail, whimpering as you could feel yourself letting go, and the feeling goes away.

She pulls away now, and comes up to you, seeing that you had your hands on your face, cooing as her fingers brush in your scalp. “You just came baby, that’s all.” She says comfortingly, knowing it was your first time as she plants a kiss to your forehead. You removed your hands that was covering your face that was bright red, making her giggle. “Look down if you don’t believe me.” She whispers, and you look down, seeing that you had not peed, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“So..that’s cumming?” You asked, and she tried to hold back from smiling, the sight of you so innocent asking such a question makes you look so cute, and she just nod her head, humming in response. “Yes y/n/n, how did it feel?” She asks and you could feel yourself turning shy. “I-it felt good.” You squeaked out, and she bites her bottom lip. Gosh, she really has to ruin you now. “You want to feel good again? I can make it feel..so.much.better.” She emphasises her words, and you moan softly as her cock brushes between your folds. “B-but you’re so big, what if it doesn’t f-fit?” You stutter, your heart was racing quickly again, the rush of adrenaline through your body was making you all hot and bothered again.

“Then..i’ll make sure it does.” Wonyoung holds her cock, pushing it slowly past your hole. You were wet enough that her tip slides in easily, and you whimper at the feeling of being stretched. She only coos at you, her fingers brushing in your scalp comfortingly as she slowly thrust herself inside of you. You start to moan, the pain feeling subsiding and turning to pleasure as she continues to thrust in and out of your hole slowly.

She groans softly, looking down at your expression, your eyes crossing with pleasure and your lips part. Fuck, she really has ruined you, the once innocent y/n was now fucked dumb. The thought makes her thrust faster, still staring down as some drool slides down the edge of your lips, the pleasure was making you lose focus of your surroundings, all that was in your head was how good her cock was making you feel as it rubs along your walls.

She moans softly, her fingers go to stimulate your nipples, which makes you moan louder. The feeling of your walls closing around her cock makes her groan softly, feeling the need to come as she continues to drive inside of you faster. “I-i’m cumming Wony!” You cry out, the feeling of needing to pee comes back and you let go, your body spasms as you feel something wet comes out instead, and Wonyoung groans at the sight, you were squirting.

It makes Wonyoung pulls out her cock, asking you to open your mouth as she thrust back in, her other hand moves to rub at your bundle of nerves as she overstimulate you, feeling you moan around her cock as she stutters her hips, thrusting in all the way as she forces you to take all of her cum. You choke on her cock, trying to take every last drop before she pulls away, panting hard as she lies on the bed next to you, her fingers plays with your hair which now sticks to your face. “How was it?” She whispers, inching closer to you as you had a small pout on your face.

“I-i just peed didn’t i?” You whimper, now feeling ashamed and Wonyoung giggles instead. “I’m sorry i didn’t tell you, i might have lost control earlier. But no, it’s called squirting, and that was hot y/n/n.” She bites her bottom lip, now staring at your reaction which seemed to be red. Wonyoung was now certain it was more than just wanting to ruin you, after all, she has wondered if she ever liked you, which she can confirm she did now when she stares at you. She wants you to be hers, to only have your pussy stuffed with her cock, be her cumslut a-

“Wony…about us? What are we?” You asked, now realising what you two had done, this was not something best friends would do. “Before that..is it okay..if i stay over?” She asks, hoping you would say yes since your parents would not be home anytime soon. “Yes, you can Wony.” You answer shyly, and she smiles, answering your question. “We can discuss about that question of yours tomorrow then?” Wonyoung asks, her fingers playing at your hair comfortingly. Behind her smile and her eyes, she was scared of the outcome, but if she needs to get it through you, she would. She has decided she wants you to be her cum slut and she will make sure you become her perfect dirty whore.

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heavyhitterheaux · 4 months

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I Miss You

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: You and your triplets miss your favorite person, so you decide to do something about it

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by a beautiful anon 💖

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Waking up to a dark room, indicating that it was still the middle of the night and hearing sniffles, you reached over and turned on the bedside lamp to see Axel crying and upset sitting next to you. Ivy and Autumn were still sound asleep on the other side of you opposite of where Axel was.

“Bubs? What's going on? Did you have a bad dream?” You asked as you slid him onto your lap once you sat up, but all he did was cry harder.

“Come on baby, you have to tell me what's wrong so I can help you.” You said trying to comfort him as you rubbed his back.

“I miss daddy. I wanna see daddy.”

Your heart broke seeing how upset he was, but you completely understood. Jack had been on tour for a few weeks and you had to get used to the new normal of not being with him all the time since you now had three little ones to take care of. The both of you had been going back and forth on whether to take them on tour, and you both decided that they were too young and you would wait until they were older.

“Can we call him?” Axel asked with a hopeful look on his face, but it immediately left when you shook your head no.

“It's the middle of the night, bubs. Daddy’s probably sleeping like we're supposed to be doing right now.”

“But…” His bottom lip started to quiver, breaking your heart even more.

“Okay, tell you what? How about later on after we sleep, we go and see daddy?”

“Really?” Axel asked through sniffles and wiped his nose on his pajama top sleeve.

“Yes and I know he misses us too. But it's going to be a surprise so we can't tell him, okay?” You told Axel and he simply nodded. Since he definitely stole your phone and called him earlier.

“Now, let's try and get some sleep.” Axel nodded as he agreed with you and slid back under the comforter on Jack’s side of the bed as he hugged his pillow.

“This smells like daddy.”

You smiled to yourself as you watched him drift off back to sleep and instantly grabbed your phone to text Urban.

You- Call me when you wake up

Not even two minutes later, you got a response

Urby Baby- I'm awake now, you okay?

You- Sir, you should be sleeping

Urby Baby- I'll sleep later, anyway what do you need bestie?

You- I'm surprising Jack and bringing the triplets so your job is to keep him occupied until we get there

Urby Baby- You got it. Not a problem.

You- Axel woke up crying and upset and said he misses him 😢

Urby Baby- You sure he didn't mean me?

You- URBAN 🙄

Urby Baby- Just kidding! I'll see you later. What time should you be here?

You- In time for his show. I'm letting them sleep a little and then we'll start to get ready

Urby Baby- Sounds good. Text me if you need me.

You- Okay, goodnight and go to sleep NEOW

Urby Baby- For you to be barely 5 feet, you sure act like you run shit

You- Urban, I will jump through this phone this instant

Urby Baby- Violent as always. Anyway, night bestie.

Later on in the day, the four of you were on your way to see Jack when he cornered Urban, because you hadn't answered your phone all morning and he was now growing concerned.

“Urb, Y/N hasn't answered her phone except for when I sent a good morning text.”

“She's dealing with your three big ass headed children. I'm sure she's fine.”

“But she never goes this long without answering me and I can't even see her location.” He said while trying to check where you were.

“Will you calm down? I know she's fine and so are the babies. She's probably just a little busy. I mean they are three years old.”

“I guess you're right. I just…. I already don't like leaving her and them for long periods of time but she just about damn near threatened me to go on this tour because if it was left up to me, I would have stayed home.”

“Yep, sounds just like your wife.”

“HEY!”

“I was just saying!” Urban exclaimed while holding up his hands in defense while all Jack did was shake his head before attempting to call you again, except a text from you came through and he was finally able to let out a sigh of relief.

Wifey- Been busy all day, I'll facetime you later. Love you boo bear 😘💕

Jack- Now you know I worry about you and was starting to low key panic. Glad you're okay, love you too ♥️

The four of you were now at the arena, and Urban had met you at the gate in the back. He was immediately attacked by the triplets and they showed him the homemade gifts that they made for Jack.

Urban picked up Autumn as Ivy and Axel were walking beside you and led all of you backstage to where everyone was. Seeing all their uncles kept them occupied as they spotted them, but Axel quickly became uninterested when we walked back over to you and tapped your leg.

“Yes, baby?”

“Want daddy.”

“He's around him somewhere, bubs. He's probably getting ready right now and then we'll see him.”

Axel let out a huff being unsatisfied with your answer as Urban stifled a laugh.

“He might look like Jack, but definitely has your attitude.” Urban leaned over to whisper in your ear as you pinched him.

“OUCH!”

“Urban Wyatt….”

“Don't get mad at me for telling the truth.”

“Where is he anyway?”

“He was just in here before I walked out to get you so I'm not sure.” Urban answered as he shrugged his shoulders.

Just then Jack walked back in the room, eyes glued to his phone and suddenly your phone went off indicating that you had a text from him.

Baby Daddy- I'm about to go on soon and you haven't called me yet. If you don't love me anymore just say so 😔💔

He had obviously heard it, because he looked up confused and smiled when he spotted you. But before he could make his way over to you, Axel made a beeline towards him.

“DADDY!”

Hearing him exclaim startled Ivy and Autumn who then ran over to Jack too as he had picked up Axel and the girls were holding one leg each.

“Is this why mommy wasn't answering my calls?” He asked Axel and he simply nodded as he kissed his cheek.

“She said we couldn't tell you. I missed you daddy.”

“Me too!”

“I missed you the most!” Autumn said and both of her siblings made a face at her which made you and Jack laugh. Axel looked at her as if he wanted to fight her.

“Well I missed my wife and babies too. Have you three been good for mommy?” He asked as he made his way over to you and leaned down to kiss you with Axel trying to push you away from Jack.

“Axel!” Jack said as he turned to him, but all he did was smile as you laughed.

“I missed daddy, so I deserve a hug and kiss too.” You said and Axel just looked at you before holding Jack tighter.

“Mine.” Was all he whispered as you rolled your eyes. He was infamous for doing that.

“Hmm, I bet you did miss daddy. That video you sent me the other day was all the confirmation I needed.” Jack muttered so only you could hear as he sat down and you pinched him, just like you did Urban.

“OW!”

“Behave!”

“I am! Just wait till later. Anyway, my babies still didn't answer my question.’

“Yes! Now mommy help me please!” Autumn said as she was trying to hop up on the couch to sit next to Jack.

You helped her up and placed her next to Jack while Ivy was on the other side of him and Axel still had a death grip on him.

“Still think I don't love you?” You asked him responding to his text from earlier as you leaned over and put a hand in his curls.

“I know you do, I was just being dramatic.” He said as he shrugged and Axel had laid his head on his shoulder.

“Oh, so you admit that you are?”

“Hold on, wait. That was a trick question.”

“I can assure you, baby that it wasn't.”

Since Jack had two shows back to back in the same city, once the show was over, the two of you had just put the triplets to sleep in the hotel suite not too far from the venue as you two were on the couch flipping through channels since neither of you were tired.

“Baby…” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Yes, smush?”

“Thank you for today. I needed it. You have no idea how much I missed you and our babies.”

“Of course. Axel woke up crying and said he missed you so I had to fix that. Like homeboy was BAWLING.”

“Not too much on my mans now. You used to always do the same thing when we had to be away from each other for an extended amount of time. It would be like three days before I had to leave and you would be crying.”

“I literally have not been away from your dumbass since I was fourteen. Excuse me if I have separation anxiety. I still do to a certain extent, but the triplets help keep me occupied. You mean the absolute world to me even though you know that. I just…” You trailed off as you started to get tears in your eyes and Jack quickly noticed.

“Babe? Why are you upset? Talk to me.”

“More often than not, I think about how I almost made you a widow and a single parent of three children. Like the thought never leaves my mind. Ten years with you wasn't enough. And to then be separated from you forever?”

“No amount of years will ever be enough. I love you in this lifetime and all the ones after that. You fought tooth and nail to come back to us and all of the doctors and nurses could see it. I knew when I first laid eyes on you that you were my soulmate.” Jack said as he lightly stroked your face and kissed away your tears.

“I love you and I will never get tired of saying it. And I'm always here to remind you of how important you are to me. We've shown each other how much we want this marriage to last. Being away from you for that month when everything had gone to shit, I just knew that I had lost you. I was literally waiting for the divorce papers.”

“That never crossed my mind. I wanted to make it work and we did just that. I love you more than anything and I'm so happy that I can still tell you that in person. I noticed your eyes literally light up every time I say it.” You giggled as you kissed his nose and he immediately turned a shade of bright red.

“And I can still make you blush.” You said while laughing harder.

“Baby, stopppppp.” Jack responded as he hid in your shoulder and you played in his curls.

It was quiet for a few minutes as both of you were watching the movie that Jack had decided on before you broke the silence.

“Hmm, did you forget?”

“Forget what?” Jack asked as he looked at you confused.

“How much I missed daddy. I think I need to show you. The movie can wait.” You responded as you hopped up from the couch and walked backwards to the bedroom as Jack smirked before running after you.

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thesupreme316 · 9 months

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Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮‍💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!

AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.

Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad

Nick Wayne

Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help

If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him

But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is

So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments

Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment

I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am

Every night would be a new adventure

Would let you review the work before you submit it

But anything science-related

Don’t ask him shit

I see him as more of a math person

Darius Martin

I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person

Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)

I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule

Like when you need to get stuff done by

BUT

He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment

Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day

Something tells me he is particular with schedules

Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it

“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”

Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while

Don’t ask him shit about math

Dante Martin

Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through

But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore

I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement

Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science

“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“

He soon gives up

Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed

IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART

Will help you with assignments like Nick

Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)

Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation

After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free

Hook

MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face

If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support

But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help

YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART

Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian

Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian

If he thinks you have been working too much

He will save your work and shut your laptop down

Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in

If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it

Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep

Wheeler Yuta

Okay, this man can actually help you

WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES

He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes

Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him

Loves helping you with history and shit

“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”

Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips

Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls

Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands

“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”

Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams

He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time

Christian Cage

I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-

He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects

He just does them the old-fashioned way

“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”

But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you

I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier

So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled

“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”

Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war

Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place

When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade

not yours

MJF

Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper

But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind

I mean this in the nicest way

Max is no damn help

He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf

“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”

Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots

But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him

“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”

Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again

If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid

Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything

Eddie Kingston

Now when I say don’t ask him anything

DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY

“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”

He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”

But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you

Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment

I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense

I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites

Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy

He believes your every word when you groan about school

That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it

After he loves you and you love him

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hey! i love your fanfics. crazy idea, but what if Nick finally gets his lesbian tattoo artist bestie that he's been longing for?! a cross of the two perspectives. Also, crazy thought, what if the Lesbian has only come out to Nick and not the rest of the group, so Matt keeps trying to win her over, but Chris is sure she's got her mind set on him... OMG i would melt if you wrote this!!! (can it be from Nick and y/n perspective? if you think that'll work that would be amazing!!) love ya xx

0I, New Tattooist, New Romantic Tension

type: request !

pairing: idk ! LOL (nothing romantic is gonna happen srry guys 💔)

warnings: SFW, fluff

summary: in desperate need for another tattoo, nick texts mez and asks for an appointment. unfortunately for him, she’s not gonna be available for quite a while. to save the boy's despair and cure his needs, mez suggests nick to go to you. it took a bit of convincing, but the oldest triplet ends up in the shop with you. who knew that the blooming friendship between the two of you would cause some issues regarding nick’s younger brothers to form ?

notes: idk why finishing this took so long 😓 u guys don’t wanna know when i started writing this 😭 anywho hope u guys enjoy the first part of this ! not sure if it will be a mini series but i def know that i won’t be able to satisfy anon’s request in a single post :3 we need plot guys 💔 hope anon doesn’t mind that their request is gonna turn into a multi part fic 😭

WC: 5.6K

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“Guys~” Nick lets out a loud whine as he plops down on the sofa. He allows his head to fall back and rest on the back cushion, his eyes shutting momentarily as he shifts a little to get more comfortable. From the kitchen, both Matt and Chris stare at the brunette blankley. The two boys exchange eye contact for a moment before one of them speaks up.

“You got boy trouble or something?” Chris asks as he turns on his heels and approaches the cupboard. At the boy’s question, Nick abruptly lifts his head and narrows his eyes at the younger boy.

“Oh, please. I’m not a teenage girl, Chris. I don’t have ‘boy trouble.” Nick mumbles under his breath, his eyes rolling.

“Then why are you huffing and puffing?” Matt chimes in, his light footsteps barely sounding through the house as he enters the living room. As the boy takes a seat on the opposite sofa from the one Nick is sitting at, the latter sighs again, this time raising a hand to run it over his face.

“I need to get another tattoo.” The brunette huffs out. “It’s genuinely bringing me pain like I need to get one or I might drop dead.”

Chris goes to open his mouth to comment on his brother’s statement, however is quickly cut off by the boy speaking again. “Is this what getting addicted feels like? Is getting tattoos my drug?”

Matt lets out a breathy laugh as he raises the can of soda up to his lips. He takes a quick sip before he replies, “I’d like to think so.”

“Why don’t you text Mez and ask if she can come over? You have her number for a reason.” Chris suggests as he sets a small skull-shaped glass on their marble countertop. As the boy pops open his can of pepsi with a loud hiss, Nick forces his lips together in thought. Matt silently watches with an unamused expression as the older takes his pointer finger and lightly taps it on his chin.

“You know what, I think I will.” Nick declares, a wide, child-like smile spreading across his lips as he digs in his pocket for his phone. As the boy busies himself with searching for Mez’s contact, Chris mumbles a small ‘you’re welcome’ under his breath as he picks up his now full glass of pepsi and heads towards the living room. He cautiously takes a seat near Matt, being careful not to spill any of his previous beverage as he sits down.

“Okay, what’s a good greeting message?” Nick asks, both of his thumbs twilling around his keyboard. Matt raises his head to allow his gaze to shift from his phone to the brunette across from him.

“Are you serious?” The boy asks, his voice monotone.

“What?”

Matt takes a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to collect the remaining bits of his sanity and brain cells before he replies, “You don’t need a greeting message Nick. Just text her that you want a tat and ask when she’s available.”

“Alright, alright. My God, no need to be so aggressive.”

“I’m not- Never mind.” Chris snickers under his breath as Matt leans back against the sofa, completely done with the current conversation. Nick flashes the boy an innocent, tight lipped smile before averting his focus back to the device in his hand. After taking a moment to allow the dials in his brain to turn, he finally begins to type out a text.

After hearting the female’s message, Nick lets out yet another loud whine. The sudden noise causes Matt and Chris to divert their focus from their devices to look over at him.

“Is she not available or something?” Chris asks, a single eyebrow raising as he eyes his brothers ‘distressed’ state.

“No. She’s checking her availability right now.” Nick replies, a loud, dramatic sigh escaping his slightly glossed lips as he allows his phone to slip out of his hand and fall to the cushion with a soft thump.

“Well, you seem like you’re going through it right now so-“

“I am.” Matt narrows his eyes at Nick as the boy cuts him off. The brunette takes a deep breath to collect himself before he continues, “You seem to be going through it so I suggest that you go eat something. You know, to calm down your nerves and get your mind off you innerly dying.”

“I have a feeling that I should be offended by that but I'm gonna do what you suggested anyways.”

“I didn’t have any negative or hurtful intentions behind what I said but whatever helps you sleep at night, kid.” Nick gets up off the sofa with a soft huff, his eyes darting to his two brothers who have both returned to busing themselves on their separate devices.

The boy huffs softly and makes his way to the kitchen, the hollow sound of his platform shoes thumping against the wooden floorboards filing the house.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, the brunette swiftly opens both doors of the fridge. The moment he goes to scan the contents inside, the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pants pocket causes him to halt his actions.

Without hesitation, the boy whips his phone out, the sight of Mez texting him back sending an excited spark down his spine. With a rather large smile, the boy unlocks his phone and opens up his chat with the mentioned female.

It didn't take Mez very long for her to send Nick the tattooist’s Instagram. The brunette eyes the @ in the chat for a moment before sighing softly and copying it to his board. The boy didn’t know why he was so anxious about this whole situation. Mez wouldn’t try to set him up with another tattooist who’d do him dirty, right?

right?

Before Nick allows his thoughts to spiral, he quickly opens up Instagram and clicks on the magnifying glass at the bottom of his screen. In a few taps, the boy pastes the @ in the search bar and taps on the first account that pops up. Immediately, the brunette is greeted by your profile. The boy subconsciously hums faintly as he begins to scroll through the profile, his eyes scanning the countless numbers of posts illustrating the work you’ve done.

It didn’t take long for the boy to be super impressed by the numerous tattoos you’ve done and the amazing quality each of them have. It seemed to him like some of your best works were simple lined tats with no color, which for him is a perfect fit for what he’s looking for.

While your colored works are wonderfully done, he wasn’t looking for media like that at the moment. The moment the brunette saw an Edward Scissorhands tattoo that you had made for a client about a week back, he immediately knew you were the one.

With no further hesitation, the boy scrolls all the way back to the top of your profile. He taps on your bookings highlight and allows his eyes to scan the quick and simple information found there for a moment. Surprisingly to him, you have a lot of open spots. Who knew such a talented tattooist like you would have so many openings?

Closing out of the highlight, his eyes immediately lock on the number in your bio. Unbeknownst to Nick, the boy began to grow a small, excited smile on his lips as he held his thumb over the number. When it highlights with a light blue color, he removes his finger and swipes out of Instagram.

He quickly opens up his messages app and the moment he goes to open up a new chat, a loud and sharp ringing sound pierces his ears. The boy immediately flinches at the sound, both of his hands shooting up to cover his ears in hopes of muffling the ringing.

“Nick, shut the fucking fridge! What the hell are you doing?” Matt exclaims, his voice carrying a sense of irritation as he looks over at the older boy standing in front of the refrigerator.

Nick’s mouth shapes into a small oval as he raises his head and locks his eyes on the inside of the fridge. After allowing himself to come back to reality, he takes a few steps back in order to softly shut the fridge’s doors.

“My bad. Wasn’t paying attention.” Nick apologizes, his free hand raising to rub his nape out of slight embarrassment.

“You’re fine. You were letting all the cold air out. I was starting to feel it from way over here.” Matt reassures the male, the tone of his voice much softer than it was moments ago.

“Dramatic ass.” Nick mumbles, his eyes narrowing as he shoots a quick glare at the younger boy. Matt simply shrugs at the brunette’s statement, deciding not to add to the conversation at hand as he brings his phone up to his face again.

Nick can’t help but sigh at the male, his eyes rolling as he turns on his heels to walk to the dining table. Instead of pulling out a chair and seating himself down, the boy stands behind the dark wooded furniture.

When his chest hits the back of the chair, he subconsciously allows his left arm to drape over it, his right elbow resting on the back and bending upwards as he holds his phone up to his face. It takes a moment for the boy to remember what he was originally doing, considering how the fridge so rudely interrupted his train of thought. However when he opens his messages and sees the new chat holding your phone number at the top, everything comes back to him.

Without a second thought, the boy allows his thumbs to type a message. After briefly scanning over what he wrote, he sends it with a confident tap.

“WHOOP! WE GOT AN APPOINTMENT!” Nick exclaims happily, both of his hands shooting up in the air in pure joy.

“With Mez?” Chris asks as he quickly reaches for the remote next to him. He quickly pauses the show that’s faintly playing on the television and turns his body slightly to give the older male his full attention.

“No.” Nick’s arms shoot down and plop down on both of his slides with a loud slap. A small frown can be seen creeping onto his plush lips as he paddles out of the kitchen and back into the living room. He plops down on the same seat he sat in moments prior before Chris decides to continue the conversation.

“With who then?” Both Matt and Chris knew that Nick was, as said previously, ‘attached’ to Mez. The brunette has stated multiple times in vlogs that he won’t allow anyone but Mez to tat him. You know, ‘until she gets sick of Matt going on random tangents about Wingstop’s spice scale.’

“She sent me another girl's instagram since she doesn’t have any available for a whole month. She does pretty good work, actually. Like I'm very impressed.” Nick replied, his lips slightly shaping into a pout as he faintly nods.

“Wait, I wanna see.” In an instant, both Matt and Chris scramble off the sofa and seat themselves down on either side of the older brunette. With an encouraging nudge to the side from Chirs, Nick narrows his eyes at the boy and adverts his focus back to the device in his hand.

The boy has to swipe his screen a few times before your profile on instagram pops up again. When he goes to open his mouth to make a quick comment about your work, Matt snatches the device from his palm.

In response, Nick’s jaw drops and he slowly turns his head to look over at the younger boy who’s now focusing on scrolling through your account. The boy radiated major ‘old person energy’ in accordance to Nick due to him holding the device very far to his face, his eyes squinting slightly as his eyes scan the screen.

“Now why would you think that snatching my phone from me is a good idea? You stupid fuck.” Nick asks, irritation laced in his tone as he seemingly stares bullets at the boy next to him.

At the sight of the latter waving him off and paying no attention to him, the brunette huffs heavily and turns his head to look over at Chris, who has an unreadable expression on his face. When the boy realizes the older is looking at him, his eyes shift over to him.

“You’re just gonna let him do that?” Chris asks, a single eyebrow rising slightly. Nick simply shrugs in utter defeat, not knowing what to do. When he goes to reply, the sound of Matt speaking up catches his attention.

“Holy fuck, look at his Eeyore.” The brunette gushes, his eyes widening and shining out of astonishment as he turns the device in his hand over so it faces his two brothers. Immediately, the latter two examine the detailed Eeyore tattoo done on someone’s calf.

“Holy shit, it looks like she took it right out of the cartoon. That’s literally unreal.” Chris states, his jaw slacking in utter shock.

“I’m telling you she’s really fucking good.” Nick says as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“So when’s the appointment?” Chris asks as he reaches to grab the phone from Matt.

“This friday.”

“You know you need to upload and possibly edit that day right?” Matt questions the older boy with a single raised eyebrow.

“I know, Matt.” Nick replies sassily, side-eying the younger boy before looking over at his phone which is still in Chris’ grasp. “We’ll film the car video tonight and I'll spend all day editing tomorrow so I don't have to worry about it on Friday. I got it all under control, promise.”

“Alright… But if the fans start having another freak out because your ass didn’t upload on time, don’t come crying to me because you planned shit terribly.”

“Matt. I got it.” At the sight of the intense glare that Nick is sending him, Matt raises both his arms up in the air in defense. When the boy allows his arm to fall to his lap, Nick huffs softly, a faint thinking expression painting his features for a moment. “Can we go pick something up?”

Matt’s eyebrows furrow in slight confusion at the sight of the older sending him a blank expression. “Like… to eat?”

Nick can’t help but roll his eyes at his brother’s stupidness. With his pointer finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose, he replies, “No to own. I’ve decided we’re getting a dog today.” Before Matt (and chris’) stunned expressions turn into one of excitement, the brunette continues, “Of course, something to eat! I’m fucking starving.”

Matt’s expression falls and shapes into one of disappointment before he sluggishly stands up. “Let’s go then.” The brunette mutters with a heavy sigh.

Immediately, a wide smile appears on Nick’s lips as he hurriedly grabs his phone back from Chris and also stands up. Matt goes to open his mouth to ask the brunette where he wants to eat, however stops himself when the boy seemingly bolts downstairs and to the garage. As Nick’s rapid footsteps fade, Matt turns to Chris with an unamused expression. When the boy points at the staircase, which the older took moments before, Chris simply shrugs and gets up from his seat.

“I’m kinda hungry too.” The brunette mumbles, his speech getting cut short as a yawn rips through him. Matt allows the younger to stretch out his sore limbs before he pushes his head and walks to the staircase. “Ow, mother fucker!”

_____

After two days of conversing with you and making a few adjustments to the tattoos Nick wants, the boy finally finds himself in the car on the way to the tattoo shop. Matt is (obviously) driving the boy to the said shop and Chris has joined the two in his designated passenger seat.

The brunette told the two that he would ‘feel lonely all by himself’ so Nick reluctantly agreed to him joining. Now, the three boys are sitting in comfortable silence in the car, the faint beats of Melanie Martinez, Mac Miller, and Lil Skies all playing through the speakers.

“When you said that you were going to get the tattoos done in the shop, I was a little surprised.” Matt speaks up, his soft voice cutting through the silence.

Nick lifts his head up from his phone and looks up at the rear view mirror to momentarily lock eyes with the younger boy. “Really?”

Matt shrugs his shoulders and focuses on the road ahead of him before adding, “I mean you always get your tats done at home. I’ve never seen you go to get one done at a tattoo shop.”

Nick hums softly, his lips forcing together into a straight line for a few seconds. “Well, I've never gotten a tattoo done by y/n before and letting her in my house without properly getting to know her would be a little…”

“It wouldn’t set right with you?” Chris asks, finishing the boy's sentence for him.

“Yeah.” Nick nods his head in agreement before continuing, “Besides, y/n said that she's more comfortable in the shop and I would never want to make her uncomfortable.”

“I love how considerate you are of other people, Nick.” At the sight of Chris turning in his seat to look back at him, Nick sends the younger a weary look and shuffles in his seat a little.

“Thanks…” Nick mumbles, not really knowing how to respond to his brother’s sudden compliment. Chris sends the male a soft smile before turning forwards in his seat again.

Comfortable silence fills the car once more as the three boys focus on their separate tasks. After a few minutes, the GPA displayed on the center console alerts Matt that they’ve arrived at the tattoo shop. The boy takes a quick glance at the illuminated screen before looking ahead of him and taking in his surroundings. When his eyes land on the shop, he nods faintly to himself and finds an empty spot to park in on the side of the street.

“Do you want us to come with you Nick or no?” Matt asks as he pulls the gear shift down to park.

The mentioned male quickly picks his head up, snapping out of the slight gaze he was in, before he looks through the windshield. “Uhh…” Nick trails off as he eyes the tattoo shop a few feet away. “I can go in by myself, it’s fine. You guys can go somewhere or something if you want.”

“We can wait here for you.” Chris ensures the brunette as he turns back to look at him.

“Alright. I’ll go in then I guess.” Nick mumbles softly as he reaches for the door handle. With a soft tug down, the door begins to slide open, allowing the boy to slip out of the car.

“Have fun!” Matt exclaims with a small smile. Nick simply waves his hand in response and pushes the button on the door handle to shut it. After hearing the faint click, the brunette turns on his heels and begins walking towards the tattoo shop.

A sudden wave of anxiety washes over him and the boy finds himself biting down on his lip subconsciously as he walks down the pavement. Getting a new tattoo isn’t new for him so why is he so nervous?

Upon stepping in front of the shop door, the brunette seemingly has a small stare down with the black, metal door handle.

Don’t be a pussy, Nick. Just go in already. You're literally embarrassing yourself.

With a heavy intake of air, Nick finally grabs onto the handle and pulls the door open. Immediately, the sound of the bell ringing above his head rings in his ears as a small greeting. The boy can’t help but wince slightly at the loud sound as he steps inside the shop. As the door shuts behind him with a soft click, the brunette takes a few moments to take in the new and unfamiliar surroundings.

The interior was decently dark and decently large to say the least. Despite only being able to see the entrance of the shop, the male carefully examines all the furniture and decorations. Most of the furniture was black apart from the off- white tiled ceiling, framed movie posters which decorated the majority of the walls, and the occasional plants tucked in the corners or the front desk.

Speaking of which, the moment Nick walked into the shop, a dark haired male twirled around in his spinning chair. He was sitting a little ways away from the front and after sitting up a little, his eyes landed on Nick. The male allows his eyes to study the brunette for a moment before he rolls closer to the desk. Upon reaching the dark furniture, he props his feet up on another chair nearby.

“Newcomer?” The male asks, his slight raspy voice ripping through the silence in the shop.

At the sudden voice, Nick flinches slightly and quickly whips his head around. At the sight of the male staring right at him, his brain struggles to search for a simple response. The male ahead of him can’t help but chuckle at the brunette ahead of him and reluctantly slips off the chair he’s perched on.

In a few steps, he stands directly behind the desk and bends his upper half to lean over the furniture. The male proceeds to drum his polished nails on the wooden surface, waiting for Nick to reply to his question.

After a few moments, which seemed like an eternity for Nick, he finally opens his mouth. “Yeah.” He manages to get out.

The male in front of him slightly nods his head and reaches over to the clipboard next to him. “You have an appointment?” He asks as his free hand begins to dig in a drawer nearby.

“Yeah, I do. It’s with y/n.”

The male yet again nods his head, this time with a soft chuckle. As the male retreats his hand from the drawer, a ballpoint pen now in his hand, he begins to flip through the pages in the clipboard. “That girl has been getting new bookings left and right. It’s fucking insane.”

“Well, she is pretty talented.”

“Oh, definitely. Gotta say she’s the most talented person in the shop.” Nick nods his head in agreement and finally begins to walk towards the large front desk. He silently watches as the boy in front of him scans the countless number of sheets in front of him, his pierced eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration.

After a moment, the boy mumbles a small “ah” and taps the tip of the pen on the paper. He swiftly lifts his head and locks eyes with the brunette in front of him before saying, “Name please.”

“Nick.” The boy instantly replies.

“Alright, Nick. I’m gonna have you sign a few papers before I bring you to y/n’s space. Is that alright with you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Perfect…” The male mumbles softly. He turns on his heels to grab a small packet of papers behind him. When he turns back around, he sets the pack as well as a pen on the table and slides it towards Nick. “Here you go. Sit wherever you’d like and give me the papers back when you’re done.”

“Will do.” The male gives Nick a small nod as he grabs the stack. As the brunette walks to the waiting room, the boy plops back down on his spinning chair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The male begins to busy himself by pulling out a miniature sketchbook from the front desk and doodling small designs on the empty pages as Nick gets busy filling out the documents.

_____

“I filled everything out.” Nick’s sudden statement startles the tattooist behind the front desk and snaps him out of his slight daze. The male quickly gets up from his seat and walks up to the boy with a small smile. After setting his sketchbook down, he sets an open palm out in front of him, gesturing Nick to set the pack in his hand, which he does.

“That didn’t take very long.” The male comments as he begins to scan through the packet. “You sure you filled everything out?” He teases.

Nick can’t help but squint his eyes at the boy before replying, “I’ve filled them out before so it really wasn’t that difficult to finish.”

“Have you now?”

“Yeah. I’ve gotten tattoos done before.”

“Really?” Silence fills the shop for a moment as Nick stares down at the male in front of him. After recollecting his thoughts and holding himself back from saying anything smart, he replies, “Yeah, I have a whole sleeve done and some of my leg.”

The male hums softly, finally lifting his head from the packet to lock eyes with Nick. “Proof or you’re lying.”

A heavy sigh escapes Nick's lips and he pushes down the strong urge to call you and get him out of this annoying predicament. What’s this dude's deal? After receiving a single eyebrow raise from the male in front of him, the brunette reluctantly rolls up the sleeve of his black zip-up. He turns his arm slightly to allow the male to get a quick look at the designs littering his skin before he rolls his sleeve back down with a faint huff.

“Hmm. Nice.” Nick rolls his eyes yet again at the bland reaction he gets. As he crosses his arms over his chest, the male before him chuckles slightly and stashes the packet of papers in a vanilla folder nearby. “Shall I get you to y/n?”

“Please.” After gesturing Nick to follow him with a single wave of the hand, the male slips out from behind the desk and begins to walk to the hall a few steps away. As he begins to walk off, Nick quickly chases after him. As he trails close behind him, he can’t help but allow his eyes to trail down both of his arms, which are filled with numerous tattoo designs.

From what the brunette could see, there was not a single empty space of the male's skin, even his elbows held intricate designs. Before his gaze wanders further down, the male stops abruptly in front of a door. Nick, not paying attention to anything around him, bumps into the boy a little harshly, a soft ‘fuck’ escaping his lips as he stumbles back.

“My bad.” Nick mumbles out a quick apology as he rubs his nape, the apples of his cheeks taking on a soft red hue.

“You’re all good. Just be more careful when you’re staring at people.” The tatted male replies. The boy doesn’t allow Nick to defend himself before he knocks on the door they stopped at. “y/n! Nick’s here!”

“Come in!” You shout out, your voice sounding muffled due to you being on the other side of the door.

“You heard the woman.” The black haired male states. He sets a hand on Nick’s shoulder and squeezes the male's clothed skin before adding, “Have fun, kid.” And with that, he retreats back to the front.

Nick stands in front of your door, his jaw slightly dropped in shock as his brain tries to comprehend what just happened. When your worried voice calls out to him, the brunette snaps out of his daze and quickly opens the door in front of him. Nick slowly pushes open the dark surface and peeks his head inside the room.

“Nick!” You exclaim excitedly, a wide smile visible on your lips. “Come in, come in!”

Nick quickly slips inside the room and shuts the door behind him, a small smile of his own decorations his features as he locks eyes with you. “Hey y/n! Great to finally meet you in person.”

“Same here! Gotta say right off the bat, I absolutely LOVE the Edward Scissorhands tee.” At your compliment, Nick looks down at the graphic tee covering his torso, his smile widening ever so slightly.

“Thanks!” The male beams. Nick takes a quick moment to examine your space, the room giving off a completely different vibe in comparison to the shop. The first thing the male took note of was the color of the walls. They were a soft pastel pink, which seemed to be the perfect shade considering how your chosen decor complimented the color perfectly.

Speaking of decorations, the brunette could make out a few Sony Angles and other small figures set on shelves attached to the walls and on the main desk, as well as a few posters of presumably your favorite artists and shows. When his eyes locked on the Cry Baby and Portals posters, Nick couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped his lips.

“You like Melanie?” The male asks, his jaw dropping in pure shock.

“I love her! I attended her LA show The Trilogy Tour as well the K-12 Tour!” You reply with a wide smile.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” A small giggle escapes your lips when you watch as Nick’s jaw drops.

“Yes fucking way.”

“Bro…” A soft laugh escapes you when Nick rubs his face with his hands, a loud groan sounding from him moments later.

“I fucking love Melanie. I have yet to see her live and it’s KILLING ME.”

“Well…” You start as you roll towards your desk and pull out the main drawer. “When she goes on tour again, we can both go.”

Nick’s hands slap down to his sides with a loud slap. “Don’t fuck with me…” The brunette states, his eyes narrowing as he sends a small warning glare in your direction.

“I’m not!” You defend with a small laugh. Nick’s expression quickly shifts into one of excitement as you slip a small folder out of your drawer. “Now, I promise we’ll go back to talking about Mel but I think we should start getting you tatted.”

“Oh, yeah! Where should I sit?”

“In the recliner chair please. Also, do you mind rolling up your pant leg for me?”

“Of course!” Without a word more, Nick scurries over to the wrapped recliner and seats himself down on it. After swinging both his legs over so he’s laying down fully, he sits up and reaches down to his leg. As he begins to roll up his pant leg, you roll over to him, vanilla folder in hand.

“So.” You state as you set the folder on your lap. “You excited?”

“Very.” Nick replies with a bright smile. You can’t help but smile softly at the brunette as you reach over to the nearby rolling tray holding all your needed supplies and pull it over. Before you go to grab the pair of black gloves, you freeze in your spot and furrow your eyebrows. Noticing the sudden change in your demeanor, Nick turns his head to face you, a worried expression instantly painting his features. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s no music playing.” You mumble, a soft sigh escaping you as you sit up. Nick can’t help but chuckle at how upset you became over something so small. “Was it always this quiet?”

“Yeah.” When the brunette softly nods his head, a frustrated groan escapes you.

“Mike must have turned it off again. I swear to God, that dude drives me to the brink of insanity sometimes.” You begin to ramble under your breath as you walk towards the door.

“Mike?” Nick asks, his head tilting to the side as he grows confused.

“The dude at the front desk. He’s also the one that walked you here.” When Nick’s mouth shapes into a small oval and he nods his head in understanding, you reach for the doorknob and twist it to open the door. “I’ll be right back, hold on.” When you slip out of the room and shut the door behind you, Nick finds himself examining your room again.

He begins to hum a random tune under his breath and subconsciously bops his head along to it as he gets more comfortable on the recliner. After a few moments, the door opens and reveals you. When you step inside the room, you flash Nick a small smile and make your way over to him again.

“Sorry about that. I needed to get the speaker since I let Jen use it for her last session. You don’t mind if I play some music right?” You ask as you set the miniature bluetooth speaker on the counter behind you.

“I don’t mind it at all. I actually prefer listening to music while getting tattoos done. Helps calm me.” Nick replies with a smile.

“Okay, perfect.” Whipping your phone out of your cargo pants, you immediately open up Spotify. After scrolling through your playlists, you finally settle on your go to one and push play.

As Red Wine Supernova By Chappell Roan plays on the speaker, you put your phone away and finally reach for the black rubber gloves on your tray. “So, before we start, I am going to prep your skin for the stencils. When that is finished, I’ll set the stencils on the area we discussed over text and move it if needed. And then, we can start. Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect.” Nick confirms with a firm nod of his head.

“Alright, let’s get started then!”

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fabbyf1 · 4 months

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Hi!

I’m not sure of this is how to go about this correctly.

I’m not sure what your position is on others drawing inspiration/directly from your incredible fan fiction writing but, on Ao3 there is a fic called ❤️lestappen- One shorts💙 by lestapeeen. The most recent chapter (14) is very similar to the monza chapter of long live(twwct) specifically the piggy back and proposal promise. some of the dialogue is exactly the same.

I figured you should know. If it’s a cool with you or if you knew already, sorry to be a bother.

DISCLAIMER: This post, by no means, is asking for ANYBODY to send this author mentioned (and tagged) below hate. On anon or main. I have been pretty damn clear with my feelings on the matter below. They know what they've done, and I won't stand for it. Nobody needs to make this worse by sending them death threats. With that out of the way, let's deep dive, shall we?

YOU KNOW WHAT?

First off, god bless you, bestie. God BLESS you. I want to smooch you on your incredibly wonderful forehead. Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. I cannot be everywhere at once and cannot possibly read every fanfic posted to AO3, but it's not fucking cool for people to straight-up plagiarize my shit.

Secondly, I'd like to ask that if ANY of my followers come across something that looks very suspiciously similar to my fics, please let me know. You can for sure send it on anon, or send me a dm.

Now, with that being said, I clicked on this fucking fic not knowing what to think. I went into it with a pretty open mind, knowing that there are quite a few authors currently posting fics that are verrrrrrrrrrry similar to my writing style. I've gotten pretty close to calling a few of these authors out but haven't for a few reasons.

Fanfics based on the same ship, in the same canon setting, are always going to be... let's use the word "similar" here. The plot can only change so much when you're following canon events, you know? I don’t write AUs, so I’m only going off canon-inspired fics. My fics generally follow along with canon timelines and therefore, other author’s fics that follow the same timeline are going to be... similar. I get that and accept that.

Characterizations are bound to be... well, fuck it, let's use that word "similar" again. I'm gonna be pretty forgiving when someone's Max is damn near the same as my Max because one: I'm a good and forgiving person, and two: I think my characters (while totally fucking fictional) are very life-like to the real person. So, with that in mind, when I read a fic with characterizations similar to mine... I will usually give somebody grace... and accept that maybe, just possibly, they see Max Verstappen (the person) the same way I do (fictionally) and it’s a big old coincidence that our fics read so similar. You know? Does that make sense?

But with all that being said, I’m not a fucking idiot.

And honestly? I give more grace than I should on this goddamn website. (lmfao, respectfully.) This is sadly not the first time that somebody has very much written in my likeness, and I know it won't be the last. But this is definitely the boldest version of plagiarism I've seen. I haven’t clicked on any chapter except for 14, and I heavily skimmed the first part, but let’s take a little deep dive into some of the highlights. Because I will show the receipts, bestie.

from their story:

from long live:

..... right, let's move on.

from their story:

from long live:

okay................. sure

from their story:

from long live:

If you're going to plagiarize my shit... you could at least put it in a different font, so to speak. "Hey, can I copy your homework?” “Sure, but change it up a bit.”

Girlie pop, you stopped even trying to change it the fuck up.

Let me be clear: I do not authorize anybody to translate, re-post or distribute my work without my written consent. This is in a disclaimer (that I will post below) in every single one of my fics. Taking MY dialogue is NOT okay.

Direct quote from the beginning note of Long Live: DISCLAIMER #4: This is 100% fictional, and I do not own any person, team, or sponsor referenced in this story. I mean no offense to any person(s) mentioned and characterized in this story. I am not affiliated with any part of Formula 1 or its subsections. Please do not translate, re-post, or distribute my work without my written consent. I will cry.

To sum up, writing is not easy, and it takes time and effort. Time away from my friends, my girlfriend, my family. Time away from my job and my other hobbies. Long Live is 76 thousand words and took me countless hours to write.

To have somebody so blatantly and disrespectfully post MY SHIT as their own and not even try to give me credit? To not write a note that said, “Heyyyyy go read long live, which I [clearly] really enjoyed!” or even a “Some of this dialogue was inspired by @fabbyf1” or even just a “lmfao some of this i didn’t write but the rest i did” really pisses me off.

Why did it ever have to come to this?

I am SO disappointed right now.

Happy fucking Friday, I guess.

For full transparency, here is the link to their fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55255699 and here is the link to their tumblr: @l-estappen

Here is the link to MY fic, which was posted on April 2nd, 2023, and written in Google Docs with revision history about a month before that. I have receipts out the fucking ass, my dear. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46190509/chapters/116284915

Be well.

#... anyway #i expect this story to be EDITED TO REMOVE MY DIALOGUE or completely taken down.#thanks for listening.

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crosbyism · 4 months

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HELLO IM BACK (the sid should have gender affirming sex anon) bc i just realized the real and true reason for sid’s old jock. it looks like an infection hazard right?? THATS THE POINT. the constant dick checks needed to prevent a rash. having a glorified 15 step korean skin care routine for his dick and balls. demanding nate double check his junk.

i had a whole thing about sid fucking his way across the masculinity spectrum to tell u and i can’t express it rn :( i am slightly high i think sid starts out w some fairly stereotypical cishet ideas of masculinity and sex, thinking in the middle of the flyers era misgendering. assumes his visceral negative reaction to getting babygirled is as much the sub part as gender (also bc prob has a lot of cishet ideas about gender and penetration and power) then he gets baby boy-ed and it’s like iiiii can shooow uuuu the woooorld like i think he’s a switch (sex competition!) which imo is underexplored but idk maybe he was operating off the hind brain assumption that bc he was topping in a certain sitch he’s be in charge and gets baby boy-ed by a power bottom. or maybe he tries anal but decides penetration doesn’t get him the way a handjob does bc he wants to touch dicks! idk i think sex gets a lot more wet n wild when penetration isnt treated as “realer” than all other forms even if it can be fun! i am high and this is probably a more nuanced topic than i can express rn sorry :( i just was struck w inspiration about sid’s nasty jock and demanding his junk be looked at to see if other ppl thought he was getting a rash or not

sid gets wiggly when condescendingly called sport

ur so right re nate and the eroticization of the everyday via sid’s masculinity kink. also i think one time the sink breaks and sid’s hind brain is like I Know What To Do and it’s not until he’s standing in front of the sink wearing a white tank top jeans toolbelt and holding a hammer (for a sink???) w nate staring at him expectantly that sid realizes he got all his knowledge from porn and has no clue what to do when facing an actual sink

also i think nate can trick? sid into doing chores if he frames it as fulfilling sid’s being a middle aged man kink. home depot dad kink. babe bring home the bacon. hey handsome going hunting? (grocery shopping). hey stud gimme a ride? wow we should compare charcoal vs gas grill maintaince. man these burgers are so good u gotta show me the recipe

i’ve mostly talked about sid here but ur nate idea w him having his everyday in a box and sec in a box and sid exploding the boxes is soooooo good

ok bye im going to go eat peanut butter. wait no i have chocolate cake!!!!

BESTIE WELCOME BACK 😍🥰😘 lol i love u and feel free to come into my inbox high and craving chocolate cake anytime. im laughing and delighted

LMAOOO re: sid’s nasty jock being an excuse for regular junk inspections, im crying ur SO right bestie. sid keeps being like: oh nooo i have to get my junk inspected again :( and someone has to fondle it while talking about my cock and balls in excruciating detail :( oh nooo what if they have to take out a magnifying glass :( to check for an infection :( and then they’d have to KEEP talking to me regularly about by cock and balls. and inspect it. every day.

anyone else: sid why don’t you just get a new jock

sid: no :) can’t. ✨superstition✨

like it would be SO ON BRAND for him. im crying. and also rolling in this headcanon like a pig in filth (read: sid’s junk in his jock)

re: sid working his way up to it and discovering the delights and dynamics of queer sex as an underbaked youngling, u r cooking and now i’m thinking about, like. sid nervously for one of his first sort of hook ups working his way up to insisting on topping with a very effeminate gay dude (since he feels safe asking for it there) and the guy just blowing his mind going “mh honey you’re such a stud, you’re gonna come and fill me right up, aren’t you?” sid goes UH. yes. YES PLEASE. and the sex essentially starts the process of boiling the frog for him, bc the guy is like. clearly at least a a decade older, clearly handling the reigns, but he’s also luxuriating in getting a cock inside him, calls sid (“just, uh. don’t call me kid, please.”) a sport, a stud, a good boy, basically sort of caringly soft doms him (“oh you’re gonna blow your load soon, aren’t you, baby boy? inside me? it’s okay baby, your big cock feels so good, i want it.”) while also begging for a cock in his ass. by the time sid walks out of there his queer third eye is blown wide the fuck open and he starts sucking and fucking his way through pittsburgh, craving nothing less than the high of shrimp colour sexual encounters. figuring out the shape of his (masc kink) sexual preferences one ultra specific hookup at a time.

the thing is that as a rookie he’s small in hockey terms, but he’s still a big guy compared to the normal population. so it’s not exactly hard to start topping dudes. but i think he does the classic dom top thing a couple of times and it gets a little boring. he loves fucking jocks, albeit starts out fucking smaller guys than him. he’s ecstatic the first time a bearded guy bigger than him goes to his knees and praises how pretty his cock is between sucking him off. he loves being called baby boy. sometimes even likes being called “kid” (but only in a specific gay hookup way). over the years he grows to like and appreciate all sorts of little masc epithets (big guy, handsome, mister, and ultimately daddy). i’m with you re: absolutely a switch, although i think he works his way up to some stuff. he just always, regardless of dynamic, enjoys sex the most when it’s full of masculinisation kink. he loves to be a dude fucking dudes. any which way. he loves touching a dick

i’m laughing so much @ nate tricking him into doing chores via middle aged dad kink bc why are u SO right about this. this is real to me. once nate figures the masc kink thing out he is milking that cow cock day and night about it. “hey handsome going hunting? (grocery shopping)” and “wow we should compare charcoal vs gas grill maintaince” are going to live in my mind rent free forever now, thank u. i’m gonna wake up in the middle of the night two weeks from now thinking: “hunting (grocery shopping)”. and the fact that sid 100% gets off on it. thrives on being referred to like this. sid wants to be the mustachioed porno plumber so bad. nate lets him tinker and break the sink even more just for the kink of it before they break 3 hours and two rounds of sex later and finally call an actual plumber. it’s a good thing they’re millionaires that can afford to break their appliances even more before hiring a professional to fix it.

#this ask cleared my skin watered my crops etc.#come back soon anon #kookanswers #anon #masculinisation and the real guy #sidnate #long post

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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We Need You That Way

Request from anon: Hey Gill, love your work bestie anyway I have a request for Spence being with BAU reader but she's dyslexic and idk there on a case and she's insecure because some of the cops/agents don't think reader could be an fbi agent yk and Spencer just consoles her super fluff stuff anyway feel free to ignore me

Spencer Reid x gn!BAU!reader

Summary: Spencer reminds dyslexic reader that they’re a valuable part of the team.

A/N: While doing research on dyslexia I learned a lot about how it can affect more than reading and writing, but that it also presents differently in everyone. I remember reading a Spencer fic a long time ago with a dyslexic reader, but I couldn’t find it. (I will keep searching for it, though anon!)

I DID NOT HAVE A CONSULT on this fic, so if anyone with dyslexia has an issue with it, please let me know how I can improve. I do my research, but there is only so much a search engine can tell me. My messages are always open and I’m always happy to learn about how I can make a fic better when it features a reader with specific traits I’m unfamiliar with.

CW: reader is dyslexic (this shouldn’t be a warning?), the deputy makes a rude comment to reader, small southern town slander (I live in a small southern town and can confirm that the stereotypes are true. Someone save me from this hell please.)

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“Why does every small town we go to have a bunch of roads named after a bunch of people from the same family?” you huffed slightly.

You had just gotten back from visiting a crime scene; something that should have taken about an hour and ended up being far longer. The GPS had died and there was no cell phone service, leaving you to navigate via old-fashioned map, which wasn’t exactly your strongest suit. Mixing up left and right, finding out that you were holding the map upside down, and old road names made the journey less than ideal and exceedingly frustrating.

Most people thought dyslexia only went as far as mixing up words and struggling to read, but it got in the way of other things as well; today’s backroad adventure was just one example. It wasn’t often that you let those things get you down, but today you couldn’t help it.

After seeing you come back to the station so defeated, Spencer took you to grab a much-needed cup of coffee from the small kitchenette. It wasn’t a real break, but it was enough for you to cool off from your frustrations.

“Looking back at the town records, the Baskin family owned about one fourth of the town land for three generations and the Silvan family owned a third of the town for two generations before holding prominent government positions. Given the regional tradition it makes sense that so many roads are named after them,” Spencer sprouted a fact. It made you grin.

“My great grandpappy held onto the land as long as he could,” one of the old deputies said, though you could barely understand through his thick southern-drawl. “Broke his heart when he had to let it go. It’s devastating the first murder occured on the road named in his honor.”

It’s more devastating that someone is… you know… dead, You thought, but kept yourself from speaking. “And which road was that?” you asked politely, opening up your case file, but knowing it would be faster just to ask.

“Harper,” the deputy said. “There’s only one Harper road in this whole town.”

“Are you right?” you looked down at your file again, taking your time as much as you could, but still in a rush.

“What is it?” Spencer asked.

“I thought I just came back from the scene at Harper,” you told him.

“I’m right,” the deputy replied defiantly.

“I wasn’t-” you wanted to explain that sometimes you would reach for a word like “sure” but a word with similar meaning, like “right” would come out instead. Dyslexia didn’t just make you mix up letters and sounds, but words sometimes too, especially since you were distracted by your files.

But the deputy didn’t give you a chance to speak any further. “I know I’m right! What kind of FBI agent can’t keep track of where crime scenes are?”

Spencer interrupted before it could go any further. “Let’s go note the difference on the profile board, okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied to him quietly and the two of you quickly made your way to the other room.

Spencer shut the door behind you and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. People questioned your ability to do things at times, but never so loud and direct; most of it was whispered behind your back. You’d spend time pretending that you didn’t hear the insults, pretending that they didn’t get to you until you were alone and could cry silently to yourself. This time you had no time, no room, to ignore the interaction that occurred. Your vulnerability was on complete display.

You threw your files down on the table and sunk into a chair, feeling crushed. “He’s got a point,” you muttered.

“He doesn’t,” Spencer said, sitting next to you.

“It took me two hours to figure out how to get to the crime scene today, Spencer.” You should have felt bad about using such a bitter tone with him, but you couldn’t help it. “It wouldn’t have taken Morgan that long. Or you, or anyone else on the team.”

“Well when Morgan drives it makes all of us carsick,” Spencer said. “And no one lets me drive.”

“Spencer, you hate driving,” you pointed out. “You get all squirrelly.”

“I did technically fail the offensive driving course at the academy.” Spencer smiled sheepishly. “But that doesn't make me any less important to the team.”

“Of course it doesn't. You're a literal genius. I'm… just me.” Your voice quieted at the end, what was frustration showing as what it really was— insecurity.

“I think just you is great,” Spencer replied. “And you help me slow down when thinking through cases.”

“Wow, I slow you down… thanks, Spence. That makes me feel so much better.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

“It’s a good thing,” Spencer said sincerely. “I jump to conclusions sometimes. You make me slow down and catch the things I missed. My consultation profiles have been far more accurate since you joined the team, and when we’re out on cases we have to revise the profile less often.”

“Really?” You tried not to show how baffled you truly were. You knew that occasionally you helped slow down Spencer’s million-mile an hour brain, but you didn’t think it was helpful for anyone but yourself.

“Do you know why Hotch brings you to court the most?” Spencer asked.

You bypassed telling Spencer that his sentence could be taken in two very different connotations. “Because it would be a waste of time to have me review files when I can’t read them?”

“Because you can tell the story of the case as an experience instead of just a list of evidence. It makes it easier for the jury to understand what’s going on and more dangerous people get put away because of it,” Spencer explained.

“And Garcia always asks you to help review initial video footage for a reason. It’s like you can see the crime scene without being there, so when we get there in-person we have a better idea of where to start. Your spacial awareness is better than the rest of ours. We can build the profile faster.”

“Do I really help that much?”

“Yeah, you do.” Spencer looked at you softly.

He reached for you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You let yourself fall into his arms. The comfort and reassurance of his words cradled you, building your confidence back up. “Keep being ‘just you.’ We need you that way.”

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itsscromp · 1 year

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I was wondering if I could ask for Insomniac Peter with a reader who recently went through a bad break up? I just need a cool spidery guy to tell me it's okay 😭

Insomniac Peter Parker X reader

that's so cute anon, Peter would be the ultimate bestie when you're going through a breakup. Word count: 574

"It's over y/n !!!"

Those were the words spat out by your ex-partner. It broke you five ways to Sunday. You stood there as they walked away, You gave them your all and this is how you were treated in return. Shuffling back home trying not to cry in public. This devastated you so hard. Once you got inside and shut the door, you fell to the floor, shaking and crying.

Your heart was so broken, You didn't want to get out of bed. You weren't answering calls and texts from friends and family. Especially, Peter. He grew worried when you weren't answering him.

"Y/n It's Peter again, Are you ok bud ??"

"Hey y/n... You haven't been answering for a week. Is everything ok ??"

It kept up for a while and Peter needed to go check on you, The anxiety from you not answering got to him. Once he was finished with patrolling, He swung to your apartment window and tapped on it.

"Y/n ??"

No answer, It made him even more worried. He looked around and found the air vent. Unleashing spider bot, it crawled through the vents and into your apartment, Peter then controlled it to unlock the window.

"Let's hope Jameson doesn't make a story on Spider-Man breaking and entering" Peter whispered and then crawled inside. He took off his mask and looked around for you. He then heard soft crying, coming from your room. He grew more worried and went to the door, knocking it.

"Y/n... It's Peter"

He didn't here anything. The door was locked so he couldn't enter.

"Y/n... I'm really worried about you. You haven't answered my calls or texts in a week. Is everything ok ??"

He didn't hear anything again, But then he heard the floor creak and the light under the door casting shadows.

"P/n... They... They broke up with me..." You choked through sobs behind the door. Peter was devastated to hear that, Right now you needed him. You needed support and comfort.

"Y/n, I want to help you. I know this is very hard, I've been through this too. Please... open the door and I promise I'll be here."

He didn't hear anything again. But then he heard the chains of the door unlock and the door opened. Seeing your tired red and puffy eyes. He grew even sadder and wrapped his arms comfortingly and rubbed your back as you gently cried into his chest.

"I gave them everything Pete... I gave all I had..."

"Shhhh it's ok" He gently rocked you as your cries then turned into soft hiccups.

"Please... Stay..."

"Wasn't planning on not too"

He then wrapped a warm blanket around you and brought you to the couch, still holding you.

"I don't know what to do Peter..."

"I'll be here every step of the way y/n. Every step of it"

And that he did. Not once did he leave you, He helped cook you a nice warm meal and sat beside you putting on your favourite movie. A smile starting to show on you. Peter took this as a victory, He also helped teach you how to cope and healthily get over a breakup.

You were incredibly grateful to have a supportive friend like Peter, One who gets what you're going through and helps you out of it in every way possible. You were so happy to call him your best friend. He was your superhero.

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 1 year

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bestie i love the way you write yangyang so pleaseeeeeeee him with number 21!

I seem to have quite the following on this page lmaoooo but yuh I gothcu anon

21. "Can you bail me out? Please?"

[Choose a drabble and send me someone to write it on]

Blankets, popcorn, candles, and your favorite TV show. Tonight was perfect. The curtains were drawn, your favorite scent filled your room, and you were cozied up and ready for your annual binge. Then, as soon as you'd pressed play, your phone blared, and you groaned. That could only be one person, the person brazen enough to put himself on emergency freaking bypass. You answered it.

"What, Yangyang?" Your good-for-nothing best friend, of course.

"Hey, (Y/N)! My best friend, my other half, and my one and only!" Yangyang's voice was almost too happy.

"I'm not picking you up, if you want McDonalds then get it yourself! I'm busy!"

"No you're not! I know your ass is in bed right now about to watch that show for the 50th time!"

"Okay, well there's no need to be an ass about it I love this show!"

"Okay, well, now you need to get off your ass because I need a favor!"

"Well, I'm definitely not going to help you now, you little shit!"

"Hey! How many times have I come to help you out?!"

"Never!"

"That's not true! I'm just late!"

"It's basically the same thing," you groaned. "What is it? What do you need help with at... eleven fucking p.m.?!"

"Well... uh... you have to promise not to be mad..." His voice is quiet.

"Sure, yeah, I promise, what's up?" A new tone of concern rose in your voice.

"So... I'm in prison."

"You're in what?!" You sat up so fast that your blanket dropped behind you and your popcorn toppled to the floor. "What do you mean you're in prison, Yangyang?!"

"Well, I guess I'm not in prison yet, I am at the police station though so it's basically the same thing."

"What the fuck did you do?!"

"Did you know you could break in and enter into your own car?!"

"Oh my god, only you could be in a situation like this," you put your phone on speaker and grabbed your pants from the floor, pulling it on as you heard Yangyang talking.

"Okay, well, you're not wrong, but like I need your help."

"Hold on, Yang, let me get this straight," you pulled a hoodie over your head, "you had a chance to phone anyone, and you chose me?! You were like 'can I phone a friend?' and the cops were like 'yeah sure!' and you called me?!"

"Of course, I called you, who else would I call?!" He shouts. "Look... can you bail me out? Please?" His voice had grown smaller, and you sighed.

"How much is it?" You asked, looking at your bank account.

"The officer says that you'll discuss it together when you get here."

"Yeah, yeah, I hope you know I only have like $21 to my name."

"More than enough... I think."

"You think?!"

"How would I know?! I've never been arrested before!"

"Fine! I'm on my way! Don't do anything that would extend your time, or whatever," you grumbled.

"Thank you, (Y/N), I owe you so much right now!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're so lucky I love you, Liu."

"Is that a yes to my date offer?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves now, I don't date convicts."

"I'm not even guilty!"

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polutrope · 10 months

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Number 23 (Going from a hot tub/sauna into snow/cold water), Galadriel and Celeborn (romantic or pre-romance, up to you)

For the modern AU holiday prompts! Here you are, Anon: ~1100 words of Galadriel meeting a cute boy at her 19th birthday party. (I received this same prompt for another couple, so there will be a part 2 of this with more actual snow jumping😉). Warnings for several f-bombs, some other swear words, and a millennial writing Gen Z. Sorry, besties.

Knotting her plush white robe loosely around her waist, Galadriel led the parade of her girlfriends onto the flagstones of Nevrast Nordic Spa.

Her friends chattered behind her.

“Yo, this place fucks.”

“For real.”

“Ahhh! Gal, it’s snowing!”

“Ugh, this is so boujee. I can’t believe I’m here.”

“Hey, sis,” Galadriel whirled on the last speaker. “No bad vibes, remember?” The other girls laughed. “Yeah, my rules, cause it’s my b-day, bitches!” She threw her arms out in a V-shape and struck a pose.

Edhellos lifted the phone dangling from her hand by a gold finger-loop and snapped a photo. “Ahh queen! You look so cute!” she said, looking at it, and hurried over to Galadriel to show her. Then she gestured to the others. “Come on, come on, babes, let’s get one of all of us.”

All four of Galadriel’s best friends huddled around her while Edhellos held her phone out as far as possible for a selfie.

“Okay, okay,” Galadriel said, and they all hushed. “So the way it works is you go hot, then cold, then relax. Hot pool or sauna, then cold pool or cold shower, then chill for fifteen minutes. And we're supposed to be quiet.”

They all nodded, except Nellas, who was a little removed from the group with her arms crossed over her chest. “I think I’ll just sit and read.”

“Oh come on, Nelly!” Edhellos whined. Evranin shushed her.

“No, it’s fine, Nel,” said Galadriel, and smiled. “Join us whenever.”

“I can’t believe we’re all nineteen now,” Lindis said a loud whisper as they lounged in the largest of the hot pools. “We’re so old.”

“Oh, please, spare me. You have no idea what old is,” said Evranin, who was all of twenty-one.

“Hey, I’m still eighteen for two weeks!” Edhellos protested. This time, Lindis shushed her.

Galadriel examined her pruny fingertips. “I don’t know. I’m kind of excited to get older. Maybe my dumbass family will stop treating me like a baby.”

At the mention of her family, Edhellos’ eyes lit up. “Oh hey, how’s Angrod?”

“Oh my god, Los,” said Lindis, “stop thirsting for her brothers!”

“Brother,” Edhellos corrected.

“I dunno.” Galadriel shrugged. “Maybe just ask him out already.”

Edhellos sputtered. The other girls giggled.

“I think Finrod is hotter,” Evranin said casually.

“He is way too old for you!”

“Isn’t he gay?”

“What? No! Galadriel said he had a girlfriend in Valin, remember?”

“The one he dumped?”

“No, she dumped him.”

While her friends debated the relative attractiveness and past relationships of her older brothers, Galadriel sank lower, rolling her shoulder blades back and forth over a water jet. She hummed contentedly and let her eyes fall shut. She’d been all nerves the last month with final exams and papers, but she was finally able to relax.

Just that morning her grades had come in: four A+ and one A (at least she was well above class average the last one). She’d also been taken off the waitlist for a seat in The Paranormal Mind. Thank fuck.

Everyone at Ondolindë University wanted to take that course, but Galadriel needed it if she was going to have any chance of doing her honours thesis with Melian Goel. Evranin, who was President of the Psychology Student Association, said that that Dr. Goel was planning to retire soon and might not be taking new students. Oh pleasepleaseplease, Galadriel thought, please take me.

She exhaled slowly and intentionally released the tension building in her neck. This wasn’t the time for worrying.

Then her eyes flew open and she bolted upright as a surge of water splashed over her.

“What the fuck!” she shouted, swiping the backs of her hands over her eyes.

“Celeborn, you dumb shit!” a male voice cried from behind her before breaking up into laughter.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” The person who’d narrowly missed tumbling on top of her rose from the water with an expression of sheer terror. “I’m so, so sorry. Are you okay? Oh god, I’m sorry. I slipped, we were racing from the…" Catching the look on Galadriel's face, his nose crinkled sweetly. "I guess that’s a pretty dumb excuse, huh?"

“Yeah, it is.” Galadriel smirked and bit her lip. He was her type: tall, slender but well-toned, and a little timid. Which was far preferable to the blustering arrogance that most guys her age — no, scratch that: all ages — liked to use to hide their emotional incompetence.

“That’s a sick tattoo,” she said, gesturing with her chin to the elegant tree climbing its way up one bicep.

“Oh, really?” he said. “Thanks. It’s a beech. There are a lot of them where I grew up, and— never mind, doesn’t matter. Thanks. Hey, by the way," he held out a hand, “my name’s Celeborn.”

“Galadriel.” His handshake was firm, but not too firm. Long fingers, too. A little spark of excitement shot down her arm as she pulled back. “So, you were racing—?”

She was cut off by a whoop from his friend still standing on the flagstones behind them, which prompted Galadriel’s friends, who’d huddled by the small waterfall at the opposite end of the pool, to finally take notice of the interaction.

As Celeborn’s friends — the first now joined by two more — slid into the pool, Galadriel’s group drifted over like a train of ducklings lured by breadcrumbs.

“Hey, I’m Galathil,” the loud one said, “and this is Mablung, and Beleg. Celeborn here is my little brother.”

Galathil attempted to ruffle Celeborn's silver-blond hair, but it clung wetly to his head.

“Hi,” Galadriel waved coolly, then dragged her eyes from Celeborn to the empty space beside her, beckoning him to sit before someone else did.

He picked up on the cue, seating himself at a respectable distance; but to his right, Edhellos slyly shuffled over so that he too was forced to scoot closer to Galadriel.

“Yeah,” he said, in answer to her interrupted question. “We thought it would be fun to, you know, go from the sauna into the snow,” he pointed to the snow banks around the spa area, “and then from the snow to the hot tub.”

“Oh really?” Galadriel’s eyebrows shot up, and Celeborn looked sheepish. “You know you’re supposed to ‘relax’ in between the cold and going back to the hot?”

Several of Galadriel’s friends giggled.

“Huh?” said Celeborn.

“You’re supposed to go hot, cold, then relax for fifteen minutes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Galadriel smiled and smacked his arm lightly. “But the snow thing sounds fun.”

His face split into a dashingly handsome smile that dimpled his cheeks. “Yeah,” he said. “It is.”

“Hey fam,” she called to her friends. “Wanna jump in the snow?”

“What!” shrieked Lindis.

“Hell no,” said Evranin.

“Ahh so fun, yes please!” Edhellos squealed, and levered herself out of the hot tub. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Lit,” said Galathil to no one in particular, and followed her.

“Come on,” Galadriel said to Celeborn as the others squirmed and scurried out of the pool in various states of enthusiasm. “I’ll hold your hand so you don’t slip this time.”

#anon #galadriel #celeborn #celeborn x galadriel #edhellos #modern au #holiday prompts #my fic #beleria au

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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commissions are closed (slots: 2/2)

Hehe time to work ♡♡♡

Kofi link

Most information is in the picture!!! Here's some additional things I can't list in one PNG so please do read it!!!:

Commissioned works: (you'll notice why I said 1.5k+... Why do I keep writing much longer lol)

Saudade (Dimitri Blaiddyd/Reader)

Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast (Wanderer & Pantalone/Reader)

Q: How do I give you a plot description??? Help-

A: Doesn't have to be so specific. Honestly I love vague AF prompts. Just tell me what you want to see in a fic and go "ansy i want a yandere dainsleif fic so bad where he's a king and he falls in love with you amidst a battle" like first off anon, "same bestie", and also my friend you should play Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

Also, fair warning: I'd proooobably add some spices to your prompts. I got an anon request before that just asked for Ei taking away a reader's vision and I made it into a Shoguji fox!reader with Khaenri'ah plot elements.

Just like how Alhaitham values research autonomy, I have a thing for creative freedom too <3

Q: "Oh shucks I want to change the plot-"

A: As long as I haven't already started writing, do notify me. And as much as possible PLEASE give me all the details you want added and NOT added from the start. WARN ME IF YOU DON'T WANT A SUDDEN CANNIBAL!YANDERE PLOT TWIST- /hj

Q: Are you going to automatically post commissioned works on Tumblr & AO3?

A: Hmm hmm, sorry but I really want to post all the writings I do there… Dw, you can remain anonymous if you want. I just feel incredibly miserable whenever I don't post my works, especially if its finished ;;--;;. (I get sad whenever I remember my old enemies-to-lovers diluc x merc!reader fic who will never see the light of day.)

Q: Is it possible that you'd say "no" to my request?

A: Pats your shoulder It do be like that sometimes in life. If I feel like it's a super massive project, then yep. You'd get ur money back lmao

Q: Hey, can I make you write for a Canon Character x OC?

A: If you'd let me send you an Canon Character x OC copy then post a Reader Insert version, then sure!!!

Q: Is female/male reader okay?

A: Comrade I've always written things in "they/them" pronouns. At this point I believe I don't have a gender but for you bby I'd use whatever pronouns you identify with <33

Q: Are ships allowed?

A: Depends!!! Tell me what ship it is and let's see if I'm game!!!

Q: Is fluff allowed?

A: Are you sure… you trust me with fluff? Haha… Hahaha… It's allowed but are you sure you trust me wit- (if you make me write fluff, trust me, crack will somehow be added.)

Q: How about angst-

A: Y e s.

Q: How long would you take writing?

A: Depends if I'm busy with college or my health is acting up (I'd notify you right away abt this), my friend says "2 weeks to 4 months" is the most reasonable thing to say to this lmao but don't be surprised if its earlier than that.

Q: damm ansy this is expensive. $4 for a 1.5k yandere fic?

A: im sorry i just desperately want my husband dainsleif to come home some day… i need the welkin...

Q: You're new to this, aren't you? Why did you only list two fandoms?

A: Yep. And I only listed 2 cause Three Houses and Genshin are the only games I'm somewhat confident with my lore knowledge on lmao

Q: There's a question I didn't see answered in this description, Ansy.

A: Whoops, then please message my @throwaway-yandere account on tumblr!! I don't bite :D (or send anon asks at @faceless-ayato if you want to talk to the deranged yashiro commissioner. PS: he definitely bites.)

Q: "What am I, Mx. Ansy? Your mascot?"

A: You're… not? C'mon My Lord. You know you love talking to my anons.

Q: "…"

A: H-Hey hold on why are you holding the sereniteapot again-

#throwaway-rules #writing commissions #commissions #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader

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lovecolibri · 4 months

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SaL anon here my friend, only mildly hung over but still severely disappointed, just coming into your inbox to share my random finale complaints that have been stockpiling.

Already been said many times but why Marisol again?? Just why??

You know what the awkwardness of the daddy talk reminded me of?? Remember in RNM 3x01 when Alex came back and told Forest "a man has needs" or some shit and we all collectively cringed away from our screens?? Its was sooo weirdly out of place and character and that's exactly what the dinner scene is. Also notably written by a former showrunner who won't stop fucking up storylines at every opportunity.

How exactly is the Chris leaving BS supposed to last more than like, 1 week tops??? When Helena (and Ramon) tried to take him 7 years ago and get their redo he was just a kid, but now he's a teenager whose been raised by Eddie Diaz. Not saying he's ready for college or to make his own housing decisions or anything 🙄, but his personality and preferences are not going to change much. He's not the moldable little kid anymore, and the moment Helena realizes that and Chris realizes that's what they wanted him for wouldn't jump on the next flight?? I know there's so much about that arc that's utter nonsense but did the writers put any thought into the characters at all??

Anyway, I probably should do my job for a few hours before I go completely off the rails, hope your own recovery is going well!!

Hey bestie! If it seems like you haven't heard from me all day, that's because I girlbossed too close to the post limit sun reblogging every petty, irritated, frustrated, what-in-the-actual-fuck-was-that post. I scheduled a bunch too do drop after the doors open on the post limit jail cells, this one among them.

I'm sitting here with my twisted peach tea, fresh off of work and a trip to the store (it was awful and full of people and only one lane open that could sell alcohol, AND they didn't have the honeycomb ice cream I specifically went there to get and try out with my earl grey tea ice cream because the universe hates me), just still so SO frustrated that once again they let KR swoop in at the last minute and snatch defeat from the jaws of victory in the finale. Not even anything Buddie related, just in making literally ANY storyline all season have a good narrative payoff that felt like we went somewhere. Even the most watchable part of the episode (the Mara reunion) fell flat because we didn't see Hen and Karen putting up the fight they set up with the councilwoman, and Maddie and Chim had time all season to talk about maybe having another child, or fostering to make them able to swoop in at the last minute make sense but instead it just came out of the blue! (And don't get me started on the whole "this lesbian couple can't have a kid but the straight couple runs into no issues despite Chim being involved on scene in the death of the councilwoman's son).

ANYWAY. Let's talk about your bullet points please, because I have THOUGHTS.

1/3. Marisol was literally less than useless and if they HAD to avoid an off-screen hiatus breakup (they didn't need to, no one remembered her, it would have been fine) they easily could have ditched her in 7x05 and it would have affected absolutely nothing.

IMAGINE Buck is the one taking Chris to the movies and walks in on "Shannon" and Eddie? We get some Buddie angst with them having to talk out what happened because Buck was worried before but now he's WORRIED, and we could have gotten a more heartfelt resolution with Chris by allowing Eddie and Chris to have one single conversation this whole season, and maybe deciding together to go to therapy in a couple weeks when he gets back from his pre-planned summer vacation to Texas.

Then start s8 with Chris having delayed coming back all summer, and Ramon and Helena facilitating getting him into camps and stuff so he "couldn't" come back and Eddie starting to get fed up and maybe being ready to go to Texas himself to get Chris when whatever disaster the opening is strikes. Cue Chris seeing it on the news and panicking and demanding to go home and see his dad. It would be satisfying to watch, and would tug on the heartstrings without ripping them out for no good goddamn reason and punishing Eddie so severely while also NOT actually dealing with his issues about Shannon!! *screams into pillow* If we never see or hear about her again it will be too soon. They have drug this out past the point of any purpose and it needs to be put to fucking rest, 25ft down so it can't crawl back up. Doused in holy water just in case.

It really feels like they had a plan for Buck with the whole Natalia thing fizzling out and breaking up which I actually am glad we didn't see because as this season proved, it is LONG past time to leave Buck withering away in unfulfilling relationships he don't know how he got into in the first place, but once that was gone he got the coming out bit and....nothing much else all season and even that was one episode and then a couple minutes of screentime sprinkled throuout that used those precious seconds to show us how incredibly ill-matched they are. While Eddie, who was SUPPOSED to have the coming out arc (that was maybe more in-depth and planned to ACTUALLY deal with the Shannon of it all), was also left with a "well what do we do with him now" arc. Spoiler alert, it was NOT THIS. So no, I don't think they had the time in the shortened time frame they had to put literally ANY thought into what to do with these characters.

Point 2. My friend. Not only are you EXACTLY right about the tonal issue matching that cringe AF scene from RNM, but I will raise you that, AND everything about 2x06, including fandom swooping in to claim everyone who didn't fall all over themselves about that scene being amazing was a) homophobic and b) puritanical, pearl-cultching, and uneducated. Oh! and c) just needs to learn how to fucking multi-ship and be happy with whatever is on screen because it couldn't POSSIBLY be better, and you should just accept it now. 😒😒😒

It's gonna be a loooooong fucking hiatus but here's hoping Timmy got all the Lone Star brainworms out and can not just pack a punch in the disaster opening (RIP to everyone who didn't like the cruise ship disaster, I had a great time and it was the best opening in YEARS), but can actually follow through on storylines and emotional beats all season. And maybe get more calls??? On the weewoo show?? It was always and issue on LS too which I thought was Rob Lowe syndrome an all the "Owen things firefighting is boring" stuff but maybe it's budget constraints? Yo! ABC! Give us the cash for good emergencies! And of course, they need to get Kristen the FUCK out of the writers room. Please, literally ANY cop show out there, we are literally BEGGING you to take her off our hands!

Bright side, I have been working on my Countdowns fic (I posted a little bit last week and I want to try and work on it more now that all my shows are on hiatus), and while *I* may be the worlds slowest writer, I just know the Buddie fandom is going to come through with some BANGER canon-fix-it fics. So cheers to that, and lets pray the muse smiles on me astronaut!Buck/medic!Eddie so I can actually contribute something. I'm gonna go make a flatbread spinach and artichoke pizza, watch something, literally ANYTHING else, and oggle my d20 Bad Kids dice that arrived today, my Ayda pin, and my Jawbone quote mug and not think about 911 for a little bit. (until I'm allowed out of post-limit jail and can go back to being a petty bench on main).

Take a breath, we can get through this hiatus together! At least we know we have Oliver and Ryan on our side, so let's make some Buddie content for them to send to each other to help THEM through this rough time.

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #buddie #anti bucktommy #i didn't say much but to be safe and keep the creeps out of my inbox #brb gotta go scream into the woods for an hour #at least my gifts from uncle Visa Card arrived!#one good thing to start the weekend #pray for me to have inspiration though because that word document is staring me down....

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