#anyways they were so cute here<33333

[angelbesideme]

can i hit on you? she’s hitting on me. she’s hitting on me. why? can i? sure you can.

[exoexid]

the suyeol lore is so crazy

[jewbeloved]

stan,kenny and wendy with a ghost s/o? like s/o died in south park (cause,i mean cmon,if you dont have plot armour are you really gonna survive?) and they just kinda haunt sp.they also have similar abilities to damien (flight,telekinesis,teleportation,ect),maybe they even have a human/physical form like him too 😃?

Stan, Kenny, and Wendy with a ghost s/o💙🧡🩷

warnings: Plasmophobia (If you have it)

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh ⚽

Blud thought he was hearing things because someone kept calling his name and he didn't know where it was coming from.

Stan began to get irritated and demanded whoever was calling his name multiple times to show themselves.

You just now realized that you were invisible to Stan and he obviously cannot see you. So you make yourself visible while making the place around you cold asf.

The gif above is Stan's brief reaction before he jumps back in complete shock.

It took him a while to realize it was you but in the form of a ghost.....

Stan wasn't really close to you at all when you first came to south park. Probably because he didn't even notice you were there.

He did hear about one of the students dying on the news but he didn't think it was you.

But since you're a ghost that death that occurred confirms it was you after all. He feels guilty that he never spoken to you, not even once before you died.

You both started to have a lot of conversations with each other after your first meeting. Stan obviously snuck out during lunch or free time to go talk to you behind the school.

Stan always talked about you to Kyle though. Kyle thought he had a screw loose since Kyle can't even see you.

You like to tease Stan with your powers and scare him a lot. I'd like to think Stan always puffs his cheeks whenever he's angry and you find that cute :)

If physical contact was possible he would be so happy. If you allow him to be able to touch💙💙💙💙

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍄

You both already know about each other.

You always remembered the times Kenny has died and comforted him after he regenerates the next day.

But when he heard that you died he was so sad that he couldn't stop crying because you weren't immortal like him so you couldn't come back to life.

That all changed when he started shivering because his room got cold all of a sudden and this woke him up out of his sleep.

He thought that he accidentally left the window open so got up to go look, only for him to find out that it was never opened.

He then felt a soft tap on his shoulder and turned around immediately while flinching.

"Oh for heavens sake Kenny, It's just me (Name)...".

....................

.........................................................

Wait what?

A ghost?

You?

I guess he shouldn't be surprised just by seeing that. He was so happy and relieved to hear that it was just you.

You really came back to see him...well in a ghostly form anyway because you're dead.... Kenny's happy nonetheless!

You both can go back to interacting with each other again! But he's still a bit sad that he isn't able to feel your heartbeat anymore whenever he hugs you. Please cheer him up.

Since Kenny is immortal, you both can literally spend the rest of your lives together forever now that you're here <33333🧡🧡🧡🧡

🩷 Wendy Testaburger 💮

Like Kenny, you and her have known each other ever since you moved to south park.....or whatever you did in order to get there.

She one day saw that you weren't home at all and she panicked thinking you went missing.

It wasn't until your parents told her that you recently had died (Or if she finds out on her own if you don't have any parents).

You and her had a close bonding relationship and she was devastated to hear the news.

She will wear anything you had left behind before you died (hats, scarfs, etc.)

When she was cleaning out her locker for her next class. She saw a bunch of students running away from the janitor's closet, screaming about how the closet is haunted or something.

Wendy brushed it off as them being weird until Bebe told her that she saw a ghost in the closet. Wendy signed and went to check it out for herself since she trusts Bebe.

She opened the closet door and saw nothing inside.

She was about to go and confront Bebe for lying to her until she saw a ghostly figure that looked exactly like her.

She screamed until you shifted back into your normal self and reassured her that it was just only you.

She couldn't believe it, she always thought ghosts weren't real...how is it possible for someone to be able to see ghosts????

She's going through the five stages of grief right now that she can't even mutter another word out. Eventually she can't escape reality in the end.

She doesn't know exactly what to do now that she is seeing you again as a ghost?? But those tears streaming down her cheeks told you everything you needed to know about how she feels.

You noticed that she was wearing your stuff (If you had any) while you were hugging her.

You kept hugging and comforting her until she stopped crying. Telling her that you would never leave her even in death. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[lovedrruunk]

i love love your work!! im literally obsessed with venture like its actually crazy 😭😭 but anyways i was wondering if i can request venture teaching us how to use their drill? you dont have to do this but i think its a cute idea :3 also is it okay to reblog your work?? thank you have a nice day!!! <3

'Drill tutorial! (Gone wrong)(Gone gay) (dont try at home)

Venture (Overwatch x reader) omfg...

[Established relationship!]

Authors note [ ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ ]✧!!! SO INCREDIBLY REALLLLL like ive been playing JUST to see and hear their voice... ALSO ik i said i was gonna focus on my schoolwork but this request was actually just so cute i ignored everything to write this... TYSM for it!!! oh also ofc its okay to reblog!! i rlly appreciate it !!! <33333 ALSO ALSOOO I think ill just gonna stick to making drabbles ! if its not enough u could ask for a pt 2 tho!

You and Venture had been hanging out as they were back home for the week when they noticed you eyeing their drill. They didn’t say anything about it until the third time they caught you looking at it curiously. That’s when they flat out asked you if you wanted to try holding it. Even though you really wanted to, you denied their offer, scared something could go wrong. But with a bit of convincing, you agreed.

“It’s completely safe, you have nothing to worry about, trust me!!”

“There’s like... three warning stickers…”

“For decoration! ദ്ദി(>ᴗ•)”

So now here you were in the middle of the living room with Venture hovering behind you, helping you get the hang of it. The drill felt heavy in your hands, making you wonder how they used it so effortlessly when on missions.

“And then you put your other hand over here…” Their hands rested against yours, guiding them to the handles.

“Yeah, that's right! You’re a natural!” They exclaimed, leaning over your shoulder to look you in the eyes. Your eyes met, and just as you were about to smile back, the drill suddenly jerks forward, pulling you both with it as you were still holding on. The whirring noise turned into a high-pitched screech as it spun out of control. It flew straight into the glass coffee table, shattering it completely. On instinct, you let go, making it fall to the ground, creating a dent in the wooden floor.

The room fell silent as you and Venture froze in place staring at the mess. Slowly, you both snap out of it, looking at each other before bursting into little giggles that quickly evolved into full-blown laughter.

“Well... safe enough,” Venture says after catching their breath. Trying to suppress a laugh, they glance at you, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"I'll get the broom!”

[cozage]

Hello! This is my first time on this lol I’m shy:,)

Anyway can I get a luffy or killer x female reader that has wings like a angel and loves to tickle them with the feathers? And the reader covers her face with her wings in embarrassment? SO CUTE <<<<33333

Thank you!

Have a wonderful day/night/afternoon!💛

A/N: So cute indeed :) I hope this is what you were looking for!

Characters: female reader x Luffy

Cw: just fluff :)

Total word count: 580

Wings of The Pirate King

You walked around the ship, looking for Luffy. You hadn’t expected him to hide this well, or stay hidden this long. It had been about thirty minutes since you had agreed to play hide and seek, and a very long thirty minutes you had spent looking for him. 

You weren’t going to be the one who gave up first. It would have to be him who came out of his hiding spot, because you refused to lose. But you had checked all of his normal spots and came up completely empty. The bunkhouses, the kitchen, Usopp’s workshop, and the med clinic had held no sign of Luffy. You even flew up to the crow’s nest and bothered Zoro for a moment, but he hadn’t seen Luffy either. 

You walked around on the deck, trying to think of where to look for your captain. It wasn’t until a barrel off to the side made a weird gurgling noise that you discovered his hiding spot. Of course his stomach gave him away. 

You opened the barrel with a triumphant smile, only to find Luffy curled up at the bottom of the barrel, asleep. You giggled at him and combed through your wings quickly, trying to find a loose feather. A few fell out, and you gripped them between your fingers, reaching down to tickle Luffy’s neck with the feathers. He twitched in response, but you continued dragging the feathers over his skin, and finally his eyes snapped open. 

He swatted your hand away, but you kept up your relentless attack of tickling with your feathers. Luffy tried to get out of the barrel while he shrieked with laughter, but you stopped him from escaping up through the small hole. He finally resorted to breaking the barrel apart, a last ditch attempt to get free from your ambush. 

“You’re going to pay for that,” he said deviously, and he ran at you. You yelped out in surprise and took off down the deck of the Sunny, Luffy right on your heels. You kicked off the floorboards and flew into the air, trying to evade your boyfriend’s rubber arms that were shooting out to grab you. You manage to get away from him, but his arms shoot off again, and your lack of ability to move in the air allows him to grab your waist this time. 

He slings himself towards you, and you cry out a warning, but it’s too late. His momentum topples you over, and the two of you crash back onto the deck. Your fall isn’t as hard as you thought it would be, though. 

A muffled voice comes from below you. “What the hell?!” 

You scrambled to your feet to find Zoro and Luffy below you, both of them spitting feathers out of their mouths. 

“Can’t a guy take a nap around here?!”

Your face reddens in embarrassment and your wings wrap around to cover your face. “Sorry Zoro!” you squeak out. 

Luffy begins to cackle, pointing at the swordsman’s face of shock “Zoro!! We really got you!”

“I’m gonna kill you, Luffy!” Zoro growls, gripping one of his swords. But the swordsman's darkened face doesn’t faze your captain, and Luffy continues to maniacally laugh at him. 

“Thanks for the landing Zoro,” Luffy says, turning his attention to you. “I have a score to settle with you.”

He chases after you, and you take off again through the ship, both of your screams of glee echoing across the waters. 

[latibvles]

HI POETTTTT!!!!! ‘i don’t want to be alone’ with june and benny please!!!!! i am incredibly hype to see what you do with them here!!! 🥹🫶✨thank youuuuu!!! :D

on instinct. | june & benny

send me prompts here! | this inverted grumpy/sunshine dynamic got hands. I LIKE THEM SO MUCH!!!! thank you so much for the request, friend, I had a lot of fun with this! <33333

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When he’d first joined the Air Force, he knew that he’d most likely encounter things he wasn’t used to. It seemed a little inevitable — they had him training miles away from home with guys from all over the place. He could accept that, and then when they started getting the transfers from Iowa, it’d taken him a little bit, but he could accept that too. His mother had said something about if she was their age and hadn’t married their dad, she’d hop in a plane too, or strap a parachute onto her back — find a way to get involved. Benny kind of figured if he could see his rosy-cheeked mother flying a fighter jet, then he shouldn’t be struggling to come to terms with girls around his own age wanting to fight, too.

All that in mind, nothing could prepare him for June Cielinski. He’s convinced girls like her need to come with some type of warning label.

He wasn’t an idiot nor would he pretend that when he first saw her, he didn’t think she was pretty. Of course she was: blonde-haired, big blue eyes, shorter than him with soft features and a cute nose, too. There wasn’t much in Utah that was nice to look at and it’d be remiss of him to act as though she wasn’t easy on the eyes.

And then she’d opened her mouth and Benny felt the wind get knocked out of him all at once. He’d almost felt sorry for the poor enlisted man who’d become the target of her loud and rapid fire beratement. The girls at her table were unmoored by it though — he didn’t know all their names, but the orange-haired one he’d come to know as Lena Connolly had a hand over her mouth, withholding laughter. Not at June, but at the victim of her… creative and colorful insults.

And then two nights later her fist met the jaw of another guy while they were waiting for the bus to take them into town, and Benny decided then and there that “barks and bites” was a fairly apt way to describe her.

Still, even if he and the rest of the whole Hundredth knew that June can, and would swing first — the crashing sound in the pub catches him offguard all the same, stumbling to stand at his feet, head whipping to the source of the noise. One of those RAF guys was on the floor, the table next to him tilted from landing on it — pints spilled out on the floor.

June looks somewhere between a warrior from an old folktale and a feral dog — bared teeth and fiery glare.

“I said hands off, dupek!” She shouts above the din. She’s winding up her foot to kick him when the other blonde, Lorraine, is putting a hand on her shoulder to quell her, and Viv’s crossing over from the bar hurriedly to see what’s going on. It’s all too fast for him to keep up with.

All he knows is that the publican throws June and the other guy out, and his feet are kind of moving before Viv can hurry out after her. The British officers that they’d been talking to before are already gone.

“Benny, you don’t have to…” and Benny gives her a smile, clapping the hand she’s placed on his shoulder.

“It’s getting stuffy in here anyway.” He waves a hand dismissively. Viv lets out a small sigh, returns his smile with a gracious one of his own.

“Have I told you I appreciate you, lately?”

“Could stand to hear it a little more. Keep my seat warm.” Her hand drops and he walks out into the cobbled streets, turning his head this way and that and clicking his tongue when he realizes she’s already started heading down the road. He’s lucky that he’s gotten a little more used to recognizing the silhouette of her in consideration to Meatball running straight for her in the trench.

“June!” He calls. He doesn’t expect her to whip around so viscerally.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you just don’t know when to qui—”

He puts his hands up in mock defense as he skids to a stop, wary that she might just knock the daylights out of him on pure instinct. She catches herself, staring at him.

“Pretty hard to quit if I never even started,” he points out. If she weren’t so wound up, he thinks she might’ve laughed at that. He was getting pretty good at figuring out what to say when it came to her — what’d make her laugh or roll her eyes and tell him to shut up. He was also pretty good at knowing when she meant that kind of thing. “You alright?” She bristles.

“I’m fine. You should see the other guy.”

“I did. That’s why I’m asking,” He offers, and there’s a stiff silence between them as he stares. “But if you’re fine I can… head back inside. Give you time to cool off? Or get… Lorraine or something. If you’re gonna be walking back.” He starts turning on his heel, coming back down to Earth. His move to rush after her was almost pure instinct, his worst case scenarios all coming to the forefront once he caught the other officers headed out. 

Benny couldn’t demand her to let him walk with her, even if he really wanted to. She probably—

“Benny.” June grabs at his sleeve all at once, and her yank has him turning again. Her eyes are blown a little wide now, like she’s just done something wrong as they hold each other’s stare though. She’s still pretty, even all red in the face — and he isn’t even sure if it’s because she’s mad at him, mad at what just happened, or embarrassed at the fact that she’d grabbed him at all.

Accident or not, she doesn’t let go of him. He doesn’t think he wants her to, either. 

“I don’t…” He thinks she might burn him just from the loose hold she’s keeping on his sleeve. She isn’t looking at him either — jaw clenched, brows knitted in frustration. Her pretty lips press into a line and Benny kind of finds himself selfishly taking in all the ways the muscles of her face contort. It’s no secret that June’s face gives away a lot, but he’s never seen her struggle for words before. “I don’t… want to be alone,” It comes out like she’s being hard-pressed into saying it. But he has a feeling, deep in his belly, that she means it and isn’t just saying it to be nice.

With the steps she’s taken towards him, he notices a scar running through the corner of her mouth. He kind of wants to kiss all the frustration off her face and leave her breathless and scrambling for words for better reasons, but Benny is fairly certain if he did that then she’d smack him.

Instead, Benny looks down at his sleeve, captured by her tightly-gripping hand, and then reaches for it with his free one, chuckling to himself. He looks up at her and now June’s brows are furrowed, disgruntled, bordering on pouting.

“What?”

“When’d you knock the daylights out of that guy, Juney?” he asks with a small laugh, taking her hand to peer at the angry, reddened state of her knuckles. She chuffs, snatches her hand from him and he can’t fight back the smile.

“Before I shoved him onto the floor, that’s when. And since when am I Juney?”

“Since I heard Jo calling you that last week, Juuuuuuney.”

“Bernard.” Benny shudders, scrunching his nose and shakes his head.

“What are you, my mother? Since when am I Bernard?” He watches the corner of her lip twitch like it does whenever she’s trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’d made her laugh. Benny grins, she rolls her eyes, and in another moment of pure instinct, he takes her hand to hold onto it. When she doesn’t snatch it away again, he feels like he’s just won a reward of some kind.

“Since last week, if that’s when you started calling me fucking Juney,” he scoffs in mock disbelief, tries not to psyche himself out when he’s fairly certain she squeezes his hand. “Besides, I like Bernard.” He rolls his eyes at that with a shake of his own head.

“You like everything I hate.” Finally, June smiles, even if it’s more of a smirk, even if he can still see fire in her blue-eyed gaze. He’s keeping himself warm all the same.

“Guilty,” June admits, and it takes almost everything in him not to kiss her on instinct.

[berryhobii]

Hey there :)

I came across you content some days ago and I fell in love with how you write. I have literally read everything you have posted and let me tell you, you don´t disappoint. Thank you for portraying us black girls in the fandom world and allowing us to feel involved in a world where it sometimes feels like we don´t have a voice, it really means the world and reading your work has genuinely made my weekend.

My favourite couple are Y/N and Jungkook from the Late for Work story, and if it´s not too much of a request, could you please write a drabble about them? I don´t have a specific subject in mind, I just like how you write about their dynamic and their personalities.

By the way, sorry if my english is not great, it isn´t my first language. Anyways, thank you so much and keep doing you, you are amazing <33333.

🤧🤧wow thank you so much for your incredibly kind words. And your English is amazing. Don’t ever apologize for that. You could have written it in your native language and I’d find a way to understand it and the words would still be just as special to me❤️I’m so glad you like my work and I’ll continue to do my best for you and every other underrepresented black/brown/dark skinned person out there!

Here’s the Drabble. It’s a Jealous!JK with some suggestive content and loads of compliments about reader/OC! Hope you enjoy!💜

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Jungkook wasn’t a jealous person by heart.

He was always grateful for what he had so he never found reason to be envious of what others had. His parents raised him well and taught him the importance of humility and compassion. He never felt the need to be jealous.

Even when he met you. You were already spunky and free, expressing yourself how you saw fit. You didn’t let anyone tell what to do or how to feel and especially how to dress.

Jungkook loved your sense of style; you could be girly and colorful, posh and elegant, alternative and dark, and so many more. You weren’t limited to one thing. You tried different styles and if you liked it, you wore it and that was that.

Everyone stopped to stare at you whenever you walked, your natural charisma and glow too powerful for people to just pass you.

And Jungkook felt so much pride being able to hold your hand. You were all his and he was yours, the sparkling diamond on your hand speaking volumes.

So why the hell wasn’t it speaking to this store attendant who kept staring at your breasts as you tried to pick out a bracelet for your best friend’s baby shower. You had already purchased gifts for the baby but you also wanted to choose something special for your friend.

You were focused on staring at the choices in front of you, trying to decide which one would match her skin tone the best. Jungkook was only halfway listening, his eyes staring daggers at the attendant who was assisting you. Jungkook didn’t notice the guy ogling you at first, all of his attention on you and trying to help the best he could.

It wasn’t until he just so happened to look up and realize the man seemed a little unfocused that he noticed. Following the man’s eyesight, Jungkook found him to be staring at your cleavage that was pushing against your arm as you leaned over on the display case. Knowing you, you probably didn’t even realize you were doing it, too deep in thought over which one she’d like.

You could be a bit unaware at times, especially when you were with Jungkook. He always made you feel safe so you never felt the need to be too aware. He would protect you no matter what and you settled into that.

And you were so in love and obsessed with him that you never even noticed when someone else was flirting with you or ogling you. Jungkook was the only pair of eyes you felt and/or cared about. You were also used to people staring at you so you’ve learned to drown out the stares. It was easy enough to do.

Good thing you had Jungkook.

“I think pink gold is cute but white gold is more classy. What do you think, baby?” You glanced over to your husband who seemed to be staring off into space. He did that sometimes. You called it his Jungkookie sense like Spider-Man. You thought it was adorable.

He hummed, blinking before looking down at you and smiling. “I think white gold is perfect, princess.” He directed his focus to the attendant whose eyes were still admiring your bosom.

Ugh.

You smiled brightly at your husband before nodding and turning back to the attendant. “I’d like to see this one in white gold, please.”

“Of course, miss.” He smiled politely and moved to retrieve the bracelet from a cabinet away from both of you.

Jungkook relaxed for a moment. He hated that gross feeling that was building in his stomach. He was very secure in your relationship; never worrying about you cheating or flirting with other people. Not when you’d come home and suck his cock just because you missed him. You were obsessed with him and you made sure he knew it.

He did. He truly did. He just hated how this guy was staring at you when it was obvious you were taken. It just felt disrespectful. Couldn’t he try to be more subtle or just not look at taken women like you were some piece of meat?

He couldn’t relax long since the man came back with the jewelry.

“I love it! Don’t you think it’s so wonderful, baby?” You bounced on your toes, clapping cutely. The motion caused your breasts to bounce, Jungkook’s eyes cutting to the man who was smiling sleazily at you.

Jungkook could feel his anger bubbling up but he swallowed it down. He didn’t want to make a scene even though he really wanted to punch this guy in the face.

He gritted a smile. “I do. It’s beautiful. Your friend will love it.” He directed his attention back to the guy, reaching into his pocket to take out his card. “We’ll take it.” He ordered, slapping his black card on the counter. The man flinched, finally locking eyes with Jungkook’s menacing ones. He gulped, sweat slicking up his palms.

You made a noise of surprise. “Baby, what?“

“Do you want something too, princess? I’ll get you whatever you want.” He never broke eye contact with the man who was starting to turn pink under the heat of Jungkook’s gaze.

You blinked a few times before a knowing look formed on your face. You hid a smile behind your hand. Adorable.

Leaning over the display case again, you pointed at a ring. “That one. It’ll compliment my wedding ring nicely, don’t you think?”

“I do. Could you wrap them please? With a nice bow?” The devilish smile he sent towards the man was enough to send a shiver down his spine. While the smile looked polite on the outside, the attendant could feel the intensity that radiated off of the hunk of man.

The attendant ducked his head, meekly whimpering out a, “right away” before scampering off to retrieve the boxes and wrapping.

After paying, Jungkook led you out of the store, making sure to deliver a slap to your ass that he’s sure the attendant saw.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, baby.” You teased once you two had gotten back in the car. Jungkook started the engine, pulling off with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

He scoffed. “I wasn’t jealous. I just don’t like when people stare at you too hard.” His grip tightened on your thigh making you bite your lip. Gosh, your husband was so sexy. And him jealous took his sexy meter from a 10,000 to a 10 Million.

“They can look all they want. You’re the only one who can touch.” Grasping his hand on your thigh, you moved it between your legs, his fingers coming in contact with a wet spot on your panties.

He almost swerved the car, groaning as he tried to stay focused on the road. “How long have you been wet?”

“Since you slammed that card down on the counter.” You unbuckled your seatbelt, leaning over the console to come closer to him. Your tongue darted out to lick a broad stripe up the side of his neck, teeth biting at a fading hickey. “Now why don’t you pull over so you can take what’s yours?”

A wolffish grin spread across his face. Reaching a hand down, he rubbed over the bulge in his pants.

“I’ll start with your mouth. Get over here and show me.”

And you did. The entire ride home.

[fatuismooches]

SLIDES SHADES ON, KICKS DOOR DOWN AND FALL ONTO YOUR FLOOR, GUESS WHOS BACKKK!;!!;

🌕💗!!!!

BUT AHHHHHFHDH LATIN DOTTORE STILL MAKJNG ME LOSE MY SHIT

and so many of the other posts that i was binginf just now too oh em GEEEEEEE, specifically fragile/coma reader comjng back to sumeru and all that AHHFHEHHHH

ANF ALSO I CANT BELIEVE U REMEMBERED ABT MT EXAMS AND STUFF 😭💗 i got my results recently!! A* EEEKFK back on the grind tho unfortunately

also rlly rlly thinking bout dottore randomly giving fragile reader academic/research-y things to do cus he knows they crave and miss the days where they could get on wit their stuff YKKK??

also omg sometimes i’m scared to like send any kind of brainrot in cus what if someone else has said a similar thing AND AHHDHH

but yea also thinkjng bout tutor zandik + akademiya reader MNNNFFNF

ALSO ZANDIK X POET READER i feel like zandik from like the akademiya days wojld be all poetry’s stupid 🫤 but like one day findinf readers lil poetry notebook whilst tryna find his own research in their dorm and flipping through and finding it littered with references to cerulean blue locks and vermillion irises..and maybe just maybe, poetry isn’t so bad after all

smooches i’ve missed bombarding ur inbox

SMOOCHESSSS :( <33333

🌕 ANONNNN AHHH IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad you've been doing well, congrats on your exams!! I'm glad your hard work paid off, such a scholar 😍 But you better not overwork yourself that hard again! ALSO. DON'T BE AFRAID TO SEND ANYTHING IN!! I LOVE!! hearing what you have to say okay?? Ily 🌕 anon!! PLEASE BOMBARD MY INBOX. I LOVE IT.

HAHAHA it seems like a ton of Dottore brainrot has been infiltrating your brain huh 😅 Dottie speaking Latin really revolutionized ours brains hngg bUT WAIT I LOVE YOUR IDEA. THAT'S SO CUTE. Oh my gosh newdndow how do I phrase this. He knows you still have a love of knowledge and other things you used to be so into :( But nowadays it's died down since you don't think you're cut out for that stuff anymore, even though you miss it. Dottore being the one who respects and acknowledges your intelligence the most would not let you think that way! He'll let you indulge in as much knowledge as you want to. It's far better here anyway, with no restrictions. He'll even let you sit on his lap while you flip through his notes and try to analyze them. Okay and bear with me, this sounds strange but he would make up fake scenarios/brain teasers for you, and these would be PAGES long and you'd have to figure out the answer and report back to him 😭

Also made me think of this angsty af scenario of the day you officially got kicked out from the Akademiya... The sages and profs were so unsympathetic with your condition despite multiple proofs and notes of it being real... no matter how much you begged and sobbed, they refused to accommodate you and revoked your position in the school. Yes, it could be absolutely freaking brutal in there with the workload of assignments and all, on top of your illness too, but you still had dreams. Dreams that you were working so, so hard to pursue... you were trying your best, why couldn't they work with you? You go back to your room to try and pack since they want you out but your stuff just ends up strewn on the floor while you cry. When Zandik comes back you don't even bother hiding your tears or the reason behind them. You can see he's absolutely furious and about to let pure foulness leave his mouth but you interrupt him with a few simple words - "Zandik, just hold me, please." You don't want to hear any words at this moment, because you know nothing will be alright, but at least his touch grounds whatever is left of you to this world.

Okay moving on... Nah I need tutor Zandik. If he saw my dumb ahh while doing math... gone 😭 HEHE I love this trope... i can imagine initially being very serious about trying to learn. But then their tutor is this cutie? Welp, all of that going down the drain. Though, I think it would be pretty sweet if reader ends up learning anyway. Because the professor's way of teaching is so outdated or simply doesn't work for you but somehow when Zandik explains it you're like ?? oh! That's so much simpler! Another possibility - reader purposely flunking so they can get assigned to Zandik for tutoring 🤭 Bro would be flabbergasted that you're wasting both his and your time... because you thought he was... c-cute? Disgusting.

YEAAAA I ADORE DOT AND POET READER I THINK IT'S SOOO ROMANTIC 😭❤️ lmao yea that man would think poetry/non-academic writing is sooo boring like why would you even waste your time on that 😒 You gave up LONG ago trying to convince him why you love it so much but all of a sudden he becomes a teensy more receptive to it... i wonder why? Totally not because he freaking read every single one of your poems, from the serious to silly ones, most definitely not because he found one named after him with a bunch of sweet references... he doesn't care but they were not that bad... he guesses.

[teddybeartoji]

here's a couple of pics from my walk so we can pretend that u were all there with me<333

it was sooooooooo quiet and so calm i was very close to just laying down on the bench right there but my fingers were getting cold:((( i met a couple of ducks they were very very cute they were diving and sunbathing. at a point there were six people just looking at the ducks lmao that was also very cute

anyway kisses for u all mwah mwah mwah<33333

[veritable-trash]

You Know The Rules

look at that stupid slutty mustache... god please answer my prayers just this once

Pairing: Finnegan(Everybody Wants Some!!) x Fem!Reader

Summary: God you hate him.

Word Count: 2K

Rating: M - mainly for drugs babayyyyy, weed, that good, otherwise it's pretty clean in these sheets(this time around)

A/N: haha. no one asked for this. but listen! all my glen powell sloots we need to remember the original. sweet daddy finnegan. mustached, shaggy haired, 80s baseball player i mean i couldn't have written a sluttier man if i tried. this movie isn't the greatest, but the music is dope, the outfits are cute, and it serves as a public service announcement that men need to start wearing crop tops IMMEDIATELY. this is a petition for men to start dressing like sluts again so i can finally be at peace. anyways this is completely and utterly self serving but the glen powell top gun resurgence just kept reminding me that this is peak glen to me. give me mustaches or give me death!

sorry that i haven't written... or literally done anything of value in an eon. my brain has given up and also i moved and am currently unemployed and am about to go travel for three months and want to write but have zero inspiration and tumblr makes me sad because everyone is so good at writing and i am a troll under a bridge. this is me trying to release the need to produce things of "value" because does that even mean anymore? i hope someone finds this a little fun because honestly i kinda did :) hugs and kisses <;33333

tell me what you think! i'm literally begging! on my hands and knees! the desperation is palpable yeesh

masterlist yay yay!!!

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College.

What a fucking heinous place. Filled with suffocating expectations, the constant need to pretend you’re someone you’re not because of everyone else’s supposed opinions of you. 

It made you want to vomit. 

And yet here you were, cowering in the corner of the kitchen at this stupid, lame, awful college party. A baseball party no less. Those absolute heathens. Probably the worst category of men on this campus by about 20 miles and you were definitely counting. 

The joint you haphazardly rolled in the absolutely disgusting bathroom crackles between your lips as you try to tune out every single person here and catch the steady baseline of the song playing hoping that that will somehow lull you into a state of calm.

This new weed sucked shit. All stems, all seeds, and got you high for about 30 seconds. You were going to kill Willoughby when you saw him. Honestly the only baseball player in this house you liked and even he was about to get moved right onto the shit list with the rest of the men of this house. 

Your friends had badgered you endlessly all week to ask Willoughby for the invite, not that you really need to even ask him. Girls? More than one? The baseball boys were already salivating like it was their last meal on death row.

The standards in this place were in the fucking basement. 

Some would call you a pessimist. Angry, bitchy, snippy, negative, the whole gambit and they might be right. But college was a fucking weird ass place that made your skin crawl and your anxiety spike and all you wanted to do was smoke your green, pass your classes, and watch your cartoons in peace, please and thank you. 

And then his voice cut through your slow building haze like a serrated knife on a chalkboard. Made of sandpaper.

“Sweetheart! I thought Willoughby mentioned you’d be here, and why am I not surprised you’re toking it up alone in our kitchen, my favorite little stoner weirdo.”

Finnegan.

The absolute ultimate fuck. 

Mustached, wide shoulders, shaggy blonde, crisp baby blues, he was everything your vagina yearned for until he opened his stupid mouth. And of course that was just as pretty as the rest of him too. 

You’d met him for the first time freshman year. Fresh faced and thinking the world was truly your oyster, he’d popped into your life in intro to philosophy and swept you away with his silky, fancy words and the fact that he looked like that. 

He’d invited you to the first baseball party you’d ever gone to and made you a special promise that he would be your knight in shining armor for the night. That he’d be waiting for your arrival, was counting down the minutes till you showed up at his door and he could dance the night away with you.

That was until you saw him sucking face with Tracy. Who was also in your intro to philosophy class. 

Obviously, you’d hated him to his core ever since. 

But for some reason he’d stuck around. Always kept tabs on you, always had a class with you, always found you at any party, bar, disco, literally fucking anywhere and it made you want to tear your hair out. 

He was your pretty boy kryptonite and you needed him to leave you the fuck alone.

“Oh Finny. Finny, Finnegan, fuckhead. You know I thought I’d somehow be able to avoid you tonight but it seems like my stalker persists no matter the obstacles.”

Smoke trickles from between your clenched teeth and he has the audacity to stare at your lips and grin.

Fucking grin!!!

“You wound me princess. Ain’t even gonna share that little pinner of yours, I mean the absolute cruelty of it all.”

The grins still blazing on his lips but in Finn fashion he has to play up his part. 

Clutching at his pearls, leaning against the kitchen counter like you’d just stabbed him straight through. Your eyes roll so far back in your head they almost launch themselves out of your skull. 

“No Finn, I’m not gonna share with the likes of you. Go find Will and get him to roll you one, he’s the one I got the weed from anyways. Or maybe go find some other poor unsuspecting girl to do the deed for you, but you ain’t getting shit from me. You know the rules sweet Finny: ass, cash, or grass and god only knows I ain’t taking any of those three from you.” 

You regret those last few words the second they enter the air between you.

Because Finnegan’s eyes drop straight to your mouth again and now he’s crowding you into the corner of the counter. 

“Oh sweetheart if you just let me show you what this ass can do I think you would be singing quite a different tune. You think I’m all bravado and show but you and I both know the two of us could be quite a duo. I just know you’re absolutely unreal beneath that veneer of hatred you slap on.”

He’s still staring at your lips, the joint hanging limply between them as you try and control your breath and not cough up a lung. 

Two can play this fucking game.

You take a thick drag, the tip burning bright orange and crackling like cinders and his eyes only deepen in shade. The smoke curls out and up into your nose and he stares at you his jaw dropping a little slack as you play him like the fucking fiddle he is. 

“Finn.” Your index finger trails up his arm as you ash the joint in the sink, and you can feel the muscles of his bicep twitch with the contact. “If you think I’m gonna let you touch me you’ve lost your god damn mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find some peace and quiet. Away from you.”

Your voice is sticky sweet and he barely registers that you’re telling him off for the millionth time tonight until you’re traipsing out of the kitchen at lightning speed before you do something else you’ll regret. 

He got too fucking close this time around. You let him get too fucking close. 

Your feet stomp quick up the stairs to the only safe place you’d ever been able to find in this house. 

The roof. That blissful open space, like the crispest breath of fresh air it tasted almost minty. Your hands dig into your pockets looking for your weed, your lighter, and your rolling papers-

Fuck.

Of course you’d forgotten papers, predicable as always and fucking annoying as hell and you’re about to turn back down the stairs when your eyes land on something sitting on the windowsill. 

Finn’s wood pipe. 

You loved to hate it but it was his calling card. Stupid and quirky and so perfectly him that the sight of it made you heart twist just a little. 

Not that you would ever fucking admit that. 

Well beggars can’t be chooser as they say. 

It’s deceptively crisp out on the roof as you shuffle around other groups till you get to your super secret corner on the far side of the house. No one ever seems to want to venture this far and you could smoke in peace and tranquility as the rest of the party raged somewhere far, far away. 

The bowls packed, green just catching a smolder and you have to admit the stupid Sherlock Holmes pipe is kinda fun. Maybe you’d leave a fresh bowl packed for sweet Finn as a secret thank you gift. 

Maybe this weed was stronger than you thought. 

“Alrighty first you don’t share your joint, then you verbally assault me in my own house, and now you’re smoking out of my pipe? You really are trying to start a fight with me this evening now aren’t ya?”

Your eyes are red rimmed and your brain has that pleasant haze coating every synapse and you can’t find it in you anymore to really fight Finn right now. The stars look too damn good and the tree has hit too damn deep to let your hackles rise.

“You know maybe I’ve been giving you a bit of a hard time, but you damn well deserve it.” You smile around the pipe as you take another drag, but this time you pass it to Finn as he sits down just a little closer than usual. 

His fingers snag against yours as you pass it and you both flinch a bit at the contact, sparkles zipping up your arms.

He stays quiet this time around, pulling puffs as you both watch people flit around the grass below you, the party continuing into this seemingly never ending night. 

Friday’s, they really were something.

Your knees knock, fingers catching again as he passes the pipe back to you. Another pull fills your lungs and you lean back, back, back until your back presses down on the cool paneling of the roof and you let the smoke drift up and away among those pretty little stars. 

“Finn you can just be so fucking annoying sometimes, I just wanna shut you up for like five seconds so we can all take a fucking breather.”

He laughs at that. Real and deep, curling around the base of your spine as he turns to stare down at you and the feeling spreads all the way to your fingertips. All the way to your toes.

“I’m well aware, but it’s sorta a part of my charm. I’m just waiting for it to final start charming you.”

Your eyes click to his, haze lifting for a split moment, and his eyes twinkle almost brighter than the stars. 

“That’s such a fucking line and you know that shit doesn’t work on me. Fool me once and all of that jazz.” But you can’t stop staring at him and now his eyes color puzzled, a little hazy as he tries to decipher your words. “Oh come on, freshman year? You invited me to the party with all your fancy little words that you love to spin for me to only find you eating Tracy’s lips straight off her face? Honestly she still talks about that night to this day so I guess in a weird way kudos to you but man that did sting a bit.”

You chuckle around another pull and you go to pass it back but he’s clearly no longer interested in that. He seems very intent on memorizing every detail of your face under the stars and you can’t help but wiggle a little under his hyper focused gaze. 

“I-I didn’t know that you were there that night. McReynolds told me you’d left with some dude and Tracy was more than willing to fill in that blank.”

Oh fuck.

You’re both just staring at each other as moment after moment click like puzzles pieces. Every snippy comment, every lingering glance, every class, every time you just happened to run into each other all no longer strange coincidences and some secret hatred. Every little moment stitching itself together till it left just you and Finn. 

And there’s that fucking grin again.

But it’s softer this time, a little less sleazy and a little more lovely and now you’re sure his eyes are brighter than any star. 

Your own lips tick up with a soft, nervous smile.

His fingers card between yours and he brings your knuckles up to his lips, stupid mustache tickling your skin in ways that make you shiver. 

“I feel like nows the time to return to my earlier question since you finally shared some of that green with me, so what do I owe ya? Ass, cash, or more grass?”

You snort into the air between you and his grin splits into a megawatt smile and you finally let yourself tumble head first into kissing stupid, idiot, fuckhead Finnegan.

“Ass, 100%.”

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tell me what you think if anyone is actually reading this because i'm bored and this site is lonely and i just want some weirdo friends who also think mustaches are peak sexiness. alright i need to go to sleep the psychosis is taking over :P

[justablah56]

Since you seem to be having a bad day, I threw together a little ficlet for you. Read/respond at your leisure (whether that's in 3 minutes or not until next year)

It had been a long fucking day.

It was a full day of teaching for Terry Jr, with a bad cold wiping out the entire drama department of San Dimas High (which had only been two teachers and a tech in the first place). There was screaming, and snotty noses, and one or two kids bursting into tears, and by the time the school bell rang, he was just about ready to collapse. And, of course, that was clearly asking too much, because it was drama club that day. 2 whole hours of dealing with kids who are meant to be off book two weeks ago, and still hadn't learnt half their lines. It was a fucking nightmare.

Now, dear reader, don't misunderstand. Terry absolutely adored his job and the kids he worked with. But today was one of those days where you just want to roll over and hide back under the covers.

The train had been cramped and noisy, even if the journey had been mercifully free from the kids usual loud arguments. (Why they insisted on riding back with Terry Jr, he had no idea. It was baffling though that Scary waited for him, and they were going to the same house. Although, somehow, her friends always seemed to stay over longer than expected.) Honestly, it was a relief to lock the door behind them all, the kids rushing off to the garden for soccer practice - mostly moral support to be honest.

Terry wearily pulled off his shoes, before turning to Scary.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm gonna go have a lie down. Let your mom know, okay?"

Scary, for once, didn't seem to protest either the request or the nickname. She just nodded, frowning.

"Yeah, sure. Go have a nap or whatever." He ruffled her hair a little (this did elcit an irritated groan. He may not be her dad, but she was still his kid and it was his duty to embarrass her in front of her friends after all) and headed upstairs.

Terry didn't bother to turn on the lights as he collapsed down into the bed, just letting himself he enveloped by the darkness and the comfy sheets. He felt bad about breaking his normal routine of kissing Veronica when they both got home, but honestly he just couldn't handle doing anything other than laying down right now.

He lay there with his head burried in the pillow for maybe a minute, maybe an hour, when he felt the bed dip.

"Hey, Tear-Bear. Bad day?"

There was his amazing wife, the light of his life. Her hair was flying loose from her bun, and even in the dark Terry could see that her office clothes were slightly rumpled.

She was stunning.

"You know, you gotta stop picking up Nicky's pet names. He has far too many." Terry mumbled as he grabbed her hand, tiredly bringing it up to his lips.

"Ah, but that would mean I don't get to hang out with your wife as much. Darling." A familiar weight draped itself over him, tail curling round his leg. "Dropping round unexpectedly and hanging out with V without you is half the fun."

Nicky's voice was a soothing rumble against his chest. Somehow, just having his two partners here made it easier to relax. Even if Nicky had definitely not announced that he'd be coming over. Veronica kicked her feet up and slung an arm over Terry's shoulder, pulling him closer.

"Come on, time for you to rest, TJ."

okokok I've hoarded this fic long enough , ive probably reread this AT LEAST 5 times now xnsnmsms anyways it means *so very much* to me that you decided to write an adorable little ficlet for me bcs i was not feeling good <3333 this lil fic is literally *so* cute i don't know how to properly convey to you how much i love this but icy i love this so much . thank you <33333

[t-h-i-n-g]

Heyyy! Would you be open to writing a Percy Jackson x reader? Like teeth rotting fluff??? Maybe them seeing each other when they come to camp for the first time since Christmas, or like them walking on the beach and him giving reader his jacket??? Doesn’t have to be either, but just some ideas!! Thanks bestie <33333

Chilly Breeze

(not my gif credits to owner)

a/n: hello!! thanks so much for requesting! this turned out pretty cute, it’s a little choppy but cute. i hope you like it :))

word count: 1k

summary: beach walks in spring can be chilly...

warnings: none just fluff, besides a curse word or two

PJO/HOO - masterlist m.masterlist

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Both of yours and Percy's feet were bear. Toes getting caught with sand between them with each step. Your shoes had been long gone. Aka you decided to leave them in your cabins

Your legs were naked, deciding the days have finally warmed up enough to wear shorts. A t-shirt matching them. Percy came a little bit more prepared, wearing the sweats he wore to dinner, a long sleeve and zip-up jacket adorning his body as well. He warned you to bring something as a cover up. You denied the request, telling him it won't be that bad…. You were wrong.

You had offered to take an afternoon walk on the beach; to watch the sun set. He agreed of course. Never missing an opportunity to spend time alone with you. These moments were hard to come by. With all the camp activities happening and the lack of privacy in your cabin. His bunk was where the two of you spent most of your alone time. And even that time is limited when there's a curfew.

It was an easy day today, however. You had some free time before the campfire that was scheduled. And dragging (not really he more was more than willing to come) Percy to the beach seemed like the best way to spend it. 

So here you both were. 15 minutes to spare before the marshmallow sticks had to be taken out. Hand in hand as a light breeze passed you by. A shiver went up your spine. Now regretting the decision of not bringing a sweatshirt. The mist from the coastline sinking into your clothes. Chilling your bones. The sun's receding light, wasn't helping either.

You lightly pulled Percy's body to yours. The sweatshirt sleeve grazing your arm, giving little to no warmth, to help your situation. Percy turned to you, taking in your state. Body shaking, teeth lightly chattering as another breeze passed.

"Chilly?" he asked, his tone teasing. You looked over at him.

"Nope." It was a simple statement. Got the job done….but was it true? Absolutely not. You looked back at the water, admiring how the sun reflected across the waves. The colors beautifully blending into one another as the light slowly disappeared. Talking away the warmth with it. Making your surroundings the ever more unbearable. Another wave of wind hit you. 

Causing you to wrap an arm around your middle.

"You sure?" Percy questioned again, watching as goosebumps scattered themselves across your arms. "I can give you my jacket if you need it." You shook your head.

"No, it's fine. A little cold never hurt anyone," you said, shivering. Percy stopped in his tracks, releasing his hand from your grasp, going to take off his overcoat. You went to stop him, "Percy, it's fine, really," you stated, starting to walk backwards facing him. He held it out in his hand.

"Just take it." He moved towards you. You picked up your pace as he grew nearer.

"I told you I'm fine," you replied, facing ahead of you once again. The foot prints were no longer heard behind you as you continued your bath. You paused, turning on your heel once again. 

Percy stood with a hand on his waist. The other holding out the piece of clothing.

"Just take the damn jacket. You'll need it for the fire tonight, anyway. If you're cold now, you'll be cold then," he informed, motioning you to come back to him. You shook your head.

"It's just cause of the mist. Once we head back I'll be fine." He rolled his eyes, deciding to come to you instead. You let him this time, allowing the zip up to be wrapped around your shoulders. You sighed while slipping your hands into the sleeves. Accepting defeat. Percy let out an airy chuckle.

"Is it really that hard to accept something from me?" He asked, taking your hand in his once again. It was your turn to roll your eyes.

"I just know that you'll be the one needing it later," you stated, grabbing his other hand, swaying them lightly.

"I could always just grab a different one from my cabin," he claimed in a mumble.

"I could have done the same thing," you remarked as he pulled you closer, "I could have gotten one on our way back."

"But you're cold now. Plus it looks better on you any way." You raised your brows. Placing your arms on top of his shoulders, dragging his body even closer to where you were chest to chest.

"Oh, really?" He smiled at you.

"Mhm," he hummed, tracing your sides. He stared into your eyes, taking in how the sun lighted them up, slowly fading in the reflection. A comfortable silence fell between you. You brought a hand to the back of his neck. Running your fingers across it lightly. 

He settled his hands on your waist. Thumbs gently caressing your shirt clad torso. His face leaned closer to yours.

"You sure know how to flatter a girl, Jackson," you whispered against his lips. 

"I mean, I do try," he mumbled once more. You laughed lightly, deciding to close the gap between the two of you. His lips molding into yours. He hummed briefly, tasting your strawberry chapstick he saw you apply before coming out here. You moved a hand from his shoulder, passing it through his hair. Nails lightly scratching his scalp. Using the other hand to bring him impossibly closer.

You pulled away, resting your forehead on his. His lips chased yours for a moment. Placing a peck on them, then another, followed by another. Erupting a fit of giggles from you. Creating space, you took your hands and placed them on his chest. Lightly pushing him away. You looked into his eyes once more, taking in the sea-green waves. Sighing once more you patted his chest.

"I think we should start heading back," you stated. He groaned, pulling you back to him. 

"Five more minutes," he bargained, placing another kiss on your lips. You took a moment deciding if having to deal with the cracked gram crackers would be worth it or not. You took in the way he was staring at you. Nodding you kissed him once more. The sun's remaining rays disappearing behind the waters edge.

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[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Hi! I see you've mentioned before you like GravesBeaks. I know you're a huge Fenro and Mads fan, and I really like your art. You seem cool and popular, and I don't want to be a bother (I'm very shy and easily intimidated), but I'd like to request a GravesBeaks drabble, maybe them decorating Mark's office for Christmas at Waddle.

Honestly, I'd be happy with any holiday cuteness and fluff if you'd be willing to write it. I'd also be interested in chatting about Mark and Falcon, if you ever want (and your AUs too, you're very creative).

I know GravesBeaks isn't a popular ship, but I do have a Discord with a few people. I'm trying to get it active again and just wanted you to know. Thanks for your time. Happy Holidays!!

Hiiiii!!!!

UAGH YES I DON'T TALK ABOUT THEM MUCH BUT GRAVESBEAKS MY BELOVED <33333 there was literally no reason for them to show up in the mad ducktor thingie other than that I just wanted to write about them. ssldkjfdsljk I really don't talk about them much but yes. I love them. they were the first characters I ever shipped in the dt fandom and the first dt fanfic I wrote (which I have not! posted) was about them. YEA AND I HAVE LIKE THREE WIPS OF THEM FOR THE ROYALTY AU and I want to draw them more but I'm too intimidated to draw Graves ssldkjfssk

anyway using this as an excuse for a royalty au snippet of them :3 (this is very much a wip) when you’ve been keeping your relationship secret for a decade it can be a lot to have someone find out

hehe. really need to cover their relationship more, hidden relationships are so fun so I had to give them that trope <3

ANYWAY ANYWAYYYYYYY holiday fluff office decorating for you <33333

x

“No, no, a little lower- no, that’s too far, higher! Alright… a little to the left?”

When Graves stepped into Waddle headquarters that morning he found it in a surprising state of disarray. Employees were rushing everywhere, their arms laden with various tinsel, ornaments, and lights.

It was odd to see Mark’s usual ‘chill’ office environment be transformed into pure chaos, especially this early in the morning. Usually when Graves arrived the only people there were the night security. Now it seemed like every employee Beaks had was running around the building.

Mark was in the middle of it all, laying flat out on his back on the candy desk, head hanging off the side as he gave instructions upside down. Why he was positioned like this Graves had no idea, but it certainly wasn’t hindering his ability to yell at his staff.

“No, this is all wrong!” He was conducting the hanging of a huge wreath of mistletoe, one of the employees holding it up so he could see. “This is the completely wrong place to put mistletoe, why didn’t anyone tell me how bad this is?! We need holly here- someone grab some!”

A pig in a green and red coat stepped forward, raising her hoof slightly. “Mr. Beaks, we used the last of it in the front entryway-”

“Well then get some more! What am I paying you for?!” The parrot snapped, sitting upright in a flurry. “And whose job was it to replace this desk? Why am I still sitting on a rainbow desk- this is supposed to be red white and green!”

“I’ll check on that sir!” A swan near the back of the room quickly hurried away.

That’s when Mark finally noticed Falcon, who was still looking around at the decorations in confusion. “Gravesyyyyyy! There you are! What do you think? It’s not finished yet of course, these people refuse to move fast enough, but it’s getting there!”

“It’s impressive.” The most eye catching thing in the room was the half-decorated Christmas tree, which stretched nearly twenty feet to the high ceiling. Employees on incredibly tall ladders were carefully placing each ornament in place. “I wasn’t expecting anyone here this early.”

Mark hopped off the candy desk, moving to his bodyguard. “Yeah, I didn’t have time to set everything up last night so I was hoping to get it set up before the building opened. If people would move fast enough.” He glared around meaningfully at the rushing employees.

“So… holiday decorations?” Graves was still confused as to why Mark would care so much about this.

“Yes!” The parrot exclaimed. “The Christmas tree especially. It’s all about getting that holiday buzz, you feel me? I want people to go ‘woah, have you seen the huge tree at Waddles?’ Good decorations are the easiest way to get people talking about you, and Christmas is a perfect opportunity!”

“Ah.” Of course, this was all to get attention. Everything Mark did was to get attention.

“So, what do you think?” Mark spread his arms, spinning in a circle to gesture around the room. “Like I said, it’s not done yet, but anything you’d change? Anything need more? Less? To be in a different spot?”

Falcon was no interior designer, but even half-finished, everything looked good. The colors were grouped nicely, and the different decorations spaced out well. “It looks great.”

“You’re sure?” Beaks glared at one staff member, and they quickly readjusted the tinsel they were wrapping around one of the now red and green slides.

Falcon caught hold of Mark’s hood, using it to pull him close. He leaned his head down to press his beak against Mark’s temple, preening the area. “It’s perfect, love.”

He could almost feel Mark’s blush as the trillionaire relaxed against him. “Well, thank you. I try.”

“Are you decorating the whole building like this?” Falcon asked as Mark leaned back against him, his back against the raptor’s chest. Falcon wrapped his arms around the parrot.

“Hmm, no, mostly just the public places.” Mark placed his hands over Falcon’s, which were held together against the trillionaire’s chest. “Maybe in some of the more common work areas, just to boost staff spirit, you know?”

“Got it.” Falcon hugged him tighter. “Well, as long as you don’t make me put anything up, then I’m fine with the decorations anywhere.”

“Oh, actually!” Mark stood straighter, tilting his head back to look at him. “We need the giant wreath hoisted up over the window, it’s to heavy for anyone to lift by themselves and nobody,” again he glared around pointedly, several employees ducked their heads, “can figure out how to work together to do it.”

Falcon sighed. “Mark, I just said-“

“Awh, c’mon, Gravesy!” The parrot pulled away to turn to face him, laying his hands on Falcon’s broad chest. “Just one thing, you’ve just got to pull a rope and that’s it! Please, I really need my big, strong, bf’s help with it.” He reached up, squeezing Falcon’s bicep.

The raptor sighed. “Just this,” he held up a finger to get his point across. “Nothing else.”

“You’ve got it, Gravesy!” Mark leaned up, kissing the end of Falcon’s beak. “C’mon, I’ll show you where it is.”

He pulled away, and Graves followed him. “Can I get a real kiss before I do this for you?”

Mark threw him a mischievous look over his shoulder. “How about after?”

[aejiee]

hi! you asked for marauders fic recs so im here to give you some :)

idk if you’ve read these or any yet, so they might seem kinda basic. they’re just to introduce you to this world/the characters. i wish i had a list like this when i first got into the marauders fandom ngl

also these are only gonna be marauders era fics, if you want golden trio era fics as well, i can give you some!

anyway:

all the young dudes by mskingbean89 (completed, 527k words, wolfstar & jily): this is THE marauders fic for most ppl, and i just think of it as what happened canonically. no fic is perfect, but this should be every1’s first marauders era fic imo (you might’ve read this already cuz it’s SO popular). its from remus’ pov and it follows him throughout hogwarts and until (i think) poa or ootp

the wolf’s tail by myheadsgonenumb (wip, 457k words, no ships yet but prob wolfstar & jily): this one’s pretty underrated imo, and it’s SO WELL WRITTEN!!! this also follows remus throughout hogwarts. however id say the diff between this and atyd is that (so far at least) it focuses more on the war side of the marauders era, even when they are still young and at hogwarts. so if you’re interested in how actually dark and dangerous the times were back then, even for children, you will like this one! the only thing ill say for this is that its kinda very descriptive at points (ex. there’s a lot of newspaper clippings, book quotes, interview transcripts etc) but you can just gloss over them if you think they’re not that important. rn i think their 5th year just started, so keep that in mind (its gonna be a long one)!

the cadence of part-time poets by motswolo (completed, 980k words, wolfstar & jily): AAAAAAHHHH this one is my ALL TIME FAV (marauders era) FIC <33333 this is a muggle au, so no magic! this is also a remus pov (😭) and he goes to hawkings (which is basically hogwarts) in his (i think??) 4th year? or younger? smt like that :,). this fic also has my fav oc (tomny) hehe. as the tags say, its a band fic/au, but i’ll spoil no more!

the making of the map by fox_pitch (completed, 79k words, wolfstar & jily): this is a shorter one, but its also rlyyy good. pretty sure this starts and ends in their sixth year, but as the title suggests, its how the marauders map come to exist! its also how wolfstar gets together and its very cute and wholesome. the ending is kinda ambiguous in the sense that it doesn’t give any hints as to if anything changes in this fic’s universe’s future, but id assume not.

choices by messermoon (completed, 624k words, jegulus, wolfstar & jily): i kinda assumed you wanted the “canon” ships (aka jily and wolfstar) but if you’re interested in jegulus (james potter/regulus black) then this one is prob for you. i personally haven’t finished this fic, but ik its a jegulus classic/canon, just like atyd is for jily (& wolfstar). this one follows james, and it doesn’t start on his first year i think. it has alternating povs as well! however, as the tags warn, it is canon compliant, aka reg dies in the end, so do w that what you will :,)

only the brave by solmussa (completed, 646k words, jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene, rosekiller & pandalily): this is another jegulus fic! it has started being considered a classic and if you read it, you’ll understand why. this also does not start from their first year, and this one also has alternating povs! i love the writing and just general concept/plot of this one; i don’t love jegulus but i was still HOOKED w this fic, so yes. its rly good. and as you can see w the tags, this is a happy ending (aka, reg lives)!!!!! mwah love those.

art heist, baby! by otrbs (completed, 219k words, jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene, alice/frank longbottom - idk their ship name): i also have not read this fic, but ive only heard good things about it (and some sobs but that’s what you get for “major character death” : ) )! i know the ending of it tho, and it is kinda sad, so prepare yourself. it is a muggle au, and they basically wanna pull an art heist? yup lets go w that simple explanation.

that’s it for now bahhaha, and its a LOT, so enjoy! if you want shorter ones, i also have some i can show you, and if you’ve read these, lmk if you like them! <3

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH 🙏🙏🙏 Ur my savior bro. I'm abt to finish ATYD and I started reading The Making of the Map per your suggestion because it was short enough to download a pdf to read in class 💀💀 I really like both of them!! I need to psych myself up to read some of the 500k+ fics tho bc atyd took me so long 😭😭😭 I'll let you know how I find the rest of them ^^ TYY!!!

[sgnjimmy]

i'm obsessed with vinny's childhood friendship headcanon I SWEAR, please vinny you deserve all happiness in the world, i need part 4 immediately 😭

vinny hong x gn! reader

✓𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 Part. 4

A/n: ya ask, ya shall receive 🛐. (glad you like it, love!) and damn right he does!! poor vinny, i just want to give him all the love <33333 sorry for the wait... (this is not proof read btw :c i really need someone to but ehh).

Warning(s): none.

Word count: 663. (not sure again)

Part. 1, Part. 2, Part. 3

For being too caught up in his head Vinny almost misses your response. "Yeah, i dated a little." Your voice sounds kind of shy. You weren't a player by any means but you had your fair square of relationships. "But i guess it wasn't meant to be." "I'm single after all!" You laugh and Vinny turns to look at you almost apologetic. "It 's okay!" "Really! Don't worry" You try to calm him. He looked a little worried.

"Don't being in a relationship and all feels... Kind of good, besides who needs a lover when i got you." "I'll annoy you so much you'll wish never see me again." You happily joke, patting his thigh with your hand lightly.

"That's not possible..." He says, more to himself than you, but you hear anyways. "... Eh, you didn't tell me what you been up to." He trails off in a low voice, changing the subject before you notice the effect you have on him.

"Right, right." "Hm, where should i start?"

The rest of the night went on with you telling him stories from your life in your homeland. You guys made up for the lost time for sure, you talked non stop and Vinny didn't mind a bit, your voice and way of speaking had him with heart eyes looking at you. By the end of it, it was really late and he insisted on walking you home, almost no one was on the streets, but Vinny was still worried. And it was better to know for sure that you'd get home safe, than wonder if something bad happened later. So that brings you both to stop in front of the house you were staying at.

"This is it." You explain, looking at the building.

He looks at the construction, examining it. "Here? It looks… good." He says with no trace of truth in his voice.

It did not look good, but well, you did not have the money to rent a better place yet. And at least you got what you needed, a place to sleep and a decent bathroom.

"It's okay. I know it's not great, but hey, it can get better. I'm just getting started on my job here, so..."

"Right. That's good."

Vinny scratches his head and looks at you trying to find the courage to ask for your number. The truth is that he doesn't want to lose you again, he wants to get closer and maybe even closer. But for now, he really just wants your number but even that seems hard to get right now.

"Yeah, so I think I'm going."

Unless... you think.

"Wait a sec." He stops you.

There. You knew, he had something more to say. You can still read him like an open book. He stands there, nervously looking for the right words to say. He then presses his lips together. That didn't change, you notice chuckling to yourself.

"Just say it, Vinny. Whatever you need." Reaching for his arm you massage it quietly with one hand, calming him.

"I'm just- Can i get your number? I can… Take you to look around the city if you want to."

"Yes, of course you can!" You open a huge grin. You can't believe you forgot to ask him for his number. You wanted to spend time with him again.

He gives you his phone and you type your phone number right away. "There, massage me so I can save your number later, 'kay?"

"Yeah, sure." Vinny nods. He looks down to his phone and sees the name you saved your contact as, he can't help the smirk that grows on his face. It was an old nickname that he gave you as a child. You remembered that? Damn.

He brings himself back to reality. "Okay so, hm, good night."

"Uh-hum, good night, Vinny." You wave. He turns around to leave when he sees you opening the building door.

"Sleep well!" He hears you yell. He turns back but you're already gone.

Cute, he thinks.

Vinny went all his way home smiling, thinking about when he'll see you again. He better come up with good ideas of places to take you to, he wouldn't want you to be disappointed.

(HERE WE GOOOOOO. sorry again, this shit took so much time, depression has been kicking my ass lately. and i think this will be the last one of this series. BUT DON'T WORRY i'm working on some other fics that are based off this plot. anyone feel free to request any cenarios if you want.)

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 07

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 624

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Jimin What movie are we watching for Festa night??

Hobi Nothing scary please 😥

Jungkook Be a man, hyung

You What is Festa night?

Jin Only the most wonderful time of the year! Namjoon, did you not tell her?

Namjoon Sorry [y/n], I can't believe I forgot We try to designate one weekend every semester to a full group hang Friday is dinner + movie night Saturday is boozy brunch + recovery Sunday is responsible stuff

You Huh, that's actually a really cute tradition. I hope you guys have fun!

Jungkook Do you already have plans this weekend?

You Not yet, but I can figure something out! Don't worry, I won't crash bro night

Yoongi you're invited dumbass

Jimin You're one of us now, silly!

You Aw you guys, I'm so happy to be an honorary bro <333 Jin, are you gonna cook? Do you want any help?

Jin I am blessed with a kind, beautiful, considerate wife-bro Guys, take note

Namjoon I can help!

Jin Thank you Namjoon You can help the most by staying out of my kitchen But I appreciate the consideration

You Wait, does Jin do all the cooking for Friday AND Saturday? That's kinda fucked up

Namjoon I could help…

Hobi Brunch is on the rest of us!

Jimin We're not THAT selfish :(

You Hey you can't blame me for assuming, it's not like anyone else ever cooks around here

Jin [Y/n] <3333333

Jungkook I can cook I just choose not to

Jin Wow

Yoongi let's be real, hobi and i make the food tae makes coffee and jimin and jk make mimosas and margaritas

Namjoon I want to help… Am I useless?

Jimin What?! No, of course not!

Jungkook Of course not hyung, there's a reason we call you our leader

Namjoon But you guys never let me do anything to help Do I really ruin everything?

Yoongi fuck guys we made namjoon sad

You Joon, I'm having problems starting my art history paper It's on the juxtaposition of traditional and postwar Japanese culture and how the dichotomy is still portrayed in contemporary art today I need you :(

Namjoon OMG I have the perfect reference book for you! Let me go find it!

You Oh! If it's not the photobook you showed me before, could you bring that too? … Namjoon?

Yoongi i think he's gone

Taehyung You didn't tell me you were taking an art history class!

You That's because I'm not

Hobi [Y/n], have we ever mentioned how much we love you? Because we love you soooo much <33333

You Not enough ;)

Taehyung We love you [y/n] <3

Jimin [Y/n] you're the best! <3

Jungkook [Y/n] you're almost as amazing as me <3

Jin [Y/n] you're almost as beautiful as me <3

Hobi Ahem, Yoongi-hyung

Yoongi … fine <3

You … I'll take it

Jungkook Yeah you will

You JEON JUNGKOOK! You did NOT just say that to me

Jimin Oooooo Kookie's in trouble

Taehyung Oh, we almost forgot the most important thing! [Y/n], do you own any pajamas?

You Uh, like sweatpants?

Jimin Rule 1 is that festa is a weekend-long pajama party They have to be legit pjs

You I love it, it sounds adorable I don't have any though :( If I even wear anything to sleep it's just like a shirt

Jungkook klojl

You ?

Jungkook I dropped my phone

Hobi You can borrow some of mine!

Taehyung Or mine!

Jin Back off ovules She's MY wife, she'll borrow mine I have the best selection, anyway

Jimin Hyung, she'll drown in your clothes You can borrow mine! You'll look perfect!

Jungkook Yeah bc you're the same size

Yoongi lmao

Jimin Jeon, let's take this offline

Taehyung RIP Kookie

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