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redr0sewrites · 2 months

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Hi! I'd like to make a request if you're still open for then. It's more like two, actually. I got my nails done the other day, and I've been excited to show everyone since it's the first time I've ever done this! I was wondering if I could get one for the hazbin Hotel men and how they would react to them. For the second one I was hoping for the same characters being with a chubby reader?

Specifically, I'm curious about husk, vox and angel dust but I also wouldn't mind the rest like Adam and alastor. Just no Valentino obvi

(Romantic pls! Preferably sfw for both requests)

Thank you so much!!!

YESSSSS OFC OFC!!!! i made the pt2 w chubby!reader hcs in a separate post and linked it ♥️

🥀Cw: none, mostly fluff

🥀Pairing(s): Husk, Vox, Angel Dust, Lucifer

Husk

husk is 100% a supportive boyfriend and he admires you whenever you get your nails done

while he may not be super up to date on modern technology, he will TOTALLY take super aesthetic nail pics for you and do his best to make sure you and your nails look fabulous

if its your first time getting your nails done and your a bit nervous, husk has no qualms about accompanying you. toxic masculinity be damned, he'll sit beside you the whole time and chat with you and your nail technician about whatever

he gives great advice when it comes to colors and styles, and if you ever came to him for advice on what nails you should wear, be prepared for an entire formal slideshow on what colors he thinks would look best on you

husk loves when your nails tap against hard surfaces, the soft clicking is very soothing to him. his ears always twitch towards the sound of your fingers drumming against the bartop counter when your sitting with him while he works

he loves how your nails feel combing through his fur, and will absolutely PURR when you scratch his ears with them but will deny it to no end if you tease him about it

Vox

vox is pretty perceptive, and notices almost immediately that you changed your nails. he'll ask to see them, and will definitely praise you because of how stylish they look. vox knows you have good taste, your dating him after all!!

vox would probably show off your nails to others, and would offer for velvette to post about them on her sinstagram. or, he'll just post about you on his own account. maybe he'll take a photo of you and him with your nails in view, "casually" mentioning how lovely they look and drawing viewers attention to your lovely nails. he loves it when you both receive attention, and he wants people to know he sees you as a masterpiece

vox knows getting your nails done can take some time, and while he can't always be there in person, he'll make sure to call you or text you to make the wait more bearable. expect a lot of questions about when you'll be home, or how much longer the appointment will take

vox would probably start buffering and short circuit if he saw that your nails matched his color scheme. he LOVES the idea of you both matching through your nails, and might subtly suggest that you get blue and pink nails next time

Angel Dust

angel dust is practically your hype man! the second you tell him you're going to get your nails done he offers to accompany you, and will get a set that matches with yours!!! he loves holding your hand and admiring the way your nails match, and will randomly ask to hold your hand for the entire time you have your new nails

i'd say that angel has definitely gotten his nails done before and is probably pretty used to it, so he'll definitely calm any nerves you have. he looovessss showing off your guys' matching nails and will take a bunch of cute aesthetic nail pics with you!!!!

considering he's a celebrity, he would LOVE it if you got nails inspired by him!!!!

you two would totally have spa dates where you would go out and have full selfcare days, and get your nails done together. imagine just chilling with angel in a nail salon, relaxing as your nail technician works on your hands while your lover rambles aimlessly beside you. its a very affectionate and soft date that the two of you enjoy, and you end up going out with angel to get your nails done quite frequently

Lucifer

lucifer would 100% offer to accompany you if you were getting your nails done!!! he would love just getting to sit with you and chat while he watched you get your nails done, and would probably ask a lot of questions

once your nails are officially done, he showers you in compliments!!! he adores everything from the colors to the design, simply because you chose it

if you got super long nails or acrylics, lucifer would absolutely offer to do simple tasks for you. fumbling with a necklace clasp because your nails are too long? here, let him do it for you! can't pick up a tiny item? he practically teleports to your side! struggling to type?? here, just tell him what to say and he'll type every word for you!!!!

lucifer loves kissing your hands, and he loves doing it even more once you start getting your nails done. he'll press a kiss to each nail, traveling up to kiss your knuckles and then all the way up your arm to kiss your face

IVE NEVER GOTTEN MY NAILS DONE SO I TRIED TO BE AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE!!!!! APOLOGIES FOR ANY MISTAKES 😭 this was also my first time writing for husk + angel dust, which is actually shockers considering they're literally two of my favs

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whalesforhands · 11 months

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would love to see something ab reader having a nightmare about shoko, geto, and gojo dying maybay? and they wake up in a panic? shuffling off to the dorm kitchen to try and maybe calm herself down only to see geto there and he helps calm them down after they confide in him. could be with your series where gojo and geto are together because those boys are def in love 🥹☺️. BUT YEAH JUST,,, comfort hehe.

really enjoying your writing btw, pls keep up the good work, bub :)

very very very cute idea anon. ily ♥️

yes, i swear they are 100% in love with each other canonically!!!! i love them together sm.

if only my dreams were as sweet as you (geto x reader x gojo)

warnings: angst to comfort, anxiety attacks, depressive episode, gore descriptions

You shook upon the ground you sat on, barely breathing, barely able to move.

Your leg was ripped off, the remainder of what was left of it wrapped tight with Suguru’s coat, his attempt to comfort you, to stop the bleeding. To assure you everything is okay.

You think you’ve lost your sense of touch. Your sense of self. You can’t feel any semblance of their cursed energies anymore.

Geto Suguru laid on the ground, his eyes lifeless, an arm torn off from his body, laying uselessly within the pits of some sick curse’s stomach. A large hole stretched throughout his midriff. He had no chance of survival.

Shoko Ieiri was near your side, body cold, trapped within rubble that suffocated her already dead self, her face unrecognisable, gored from the ferocious attacks of a special grade that she stood no chance against from the start.

Finally, Gojo Satoru, laid on your lap as you screamed and cried for him to wake up. You can’t lose him. His eyes were wide open, crystalline blue dull and gone, his cursed energy barely even there. Your tears fell onto his face, staining his cheeks and seeping into the cuts he sustained.

You shake and shake him with your broken arms, your arms feeling useless as the nerves slowly started to die.

Please. Please. Please!

Don’t leave you alone in this universe. Don’t leave. Don’t leave! You can’t lose the only people you love. You can’t. Your heart shattered when Ieiri fell, crushed to dust when Suguru lost, and now nothing would remain as Satoru was defeated.

You feel the looming shadow of the special grade curse.

You hope it takes you to where your beloved three were.

Jolting awake with a start, sweat dripping off your brow even as the AC ran. Feeling your heart stutter and pound, your senses going into overdrive as you felt the area for the three.

Suguru, Shoko and Satoru. You felt their energy all around you. A strikingly bright, overwhelming energy. An ominous, immense and darker energy. A serenely heart-chilling one.

Alive. They were alive. Your heart never felt such relief.

Thank goodness. It was just a dream. Just a dream.

Your hand scurried to what you thought was your missing leg, squeezing and pinching the flesh that was definitely there. Yep, definitely a dream. A horrible one.

A nightmare.

You hold your face in your hands as you felt tears begin to well up. You can’t believe your mind even conjured that. Bile was rising up your throat as you continued to cry.

You can’t live in a world without them. The thought of losing all three of them was devastating.

A life without them? You’d rather die. You felt the urge to throw up just thinking about this.

Water. You need water. Does Suguru keep his chamomile and valerian tea in the pantry too? You think you need some.

Your shaky legs barely hold you up as you venture out of your room, dressed in your sleep shorts, oversized shirt and fluffy lamb slippers. Your hair was a mess, your face void of most of its colour.

You must look like you’ve woken from the dead. (Your attempt at a joke to lighten yourself up. You need to spend more time around Satoru for his silliness. You suck.)

As you approached the kitchen, you were surprised to see a glowing lamp still on. Is someone in there, or did Satoru forget to turn it off?

You slowly peek in from the ajar door, only to find Geto Suguru, in all his glory, already staring at you. Long hair left down from his usual bun, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt with Satoru’s face printed on it.

In his hand, a cup of steaming tea.

“I thought that was you. How are you still awake?”

——

Your head was rested on his shoulder, his arm comfortingly wrapped around your shoulders, snuggled comfortably onto the sofa with one empty cup, the other half-way drunk on the coffee table before you.

“And? What happened then?” He softly inquired, voice soothing and gentle as he tenderly prodded your thoughts.

“You all… Were dead…” You began, a sniffle already squeezed out of you. The thought making you want to cry all over again.

“I- I could never handle… Losing any of you…” Your grip tightened itself around his shirt, hand over where his beating heart was, as you buried yourself into his shoulder, trying to press yourself closer to him.

“It’s okay.” He whispered. “I’m here. We’re all here.” His other hand came up to wipe at your tears.

“That will never happen.” He continued to say, hearing your breaths starting to slow and even out.

He was about to continue, until the door to the room was creaked open.

“Suguruuuuuuu, why’d you leavveee meeeee?” A whining Satoru has just awoken from Suguru’s bed. His eyes were still closed, had it made it all the way here just by feeling for his boyfriend’s cursed energy?

Then he must’ve sensed yours too.

Dressed in a shirt printed with Suguru’s sleeping face, and a similar pair of sweatpants, he creaked open his eyes. Picking up Suguru’s half-empty cup and downing the remainder of it.

You felt Satoru plop onto the couch right beside you, snuggling his face into your chest before he stretched over the length of both your and Suguru’s legs, placing his head on Suguru’s lap as he splayed his legs out on your own lap.

(The menace even reached out for your hand, holding it in his own as his eyes closed back, smiling as he threaded his fingers through yours.)

A cuddle pile.

He spoke, feeling Suguru stroke his hair.

“Ya just woke up from a bad dream?” It was an inquiry, tender and laced with a hint of worry.

You remain silent. He understands.

“Don’t,” He yawns, feeling comforted by Suguru’s hand. “Don’t worry…”

“We’re the strongest, after all…” He fell back asleep. How strong of him.

Suguru nods, a smile on his face.

“He’s right, you know?” A kiss to your forehead.

“We are the strongest.”

You think the tea was starting to kick in. Why was there such a warm, soothing feeling within you? You felt the lids of your eyes begin to grow heavy, Suguru opening his free arm more allow your head to loll onto his chest, holding you close as your eyes begin to shut.

You like being here.

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Notes:

Suguru has trouble sleeping due to the bad aftertaste from swallowing curses. It’s disgusting, the taste haunts his mouth and he gags at the reminder of it.

It was Satoru’s idea to get his and Suguru’s faces printed on shirts. The photo he used for himself was one of him looking charming, whilst Suguru’s photo was one of him drooling onto Satoru’s pillow. The shirts are very high quality, and very expensive.

There is an extra shirt in your size with both of their photos printed on it hidden in Suguru’s closet.

Satoru finds it hard to sleep without a certain someone in bed. If Suguru is awake, they’ll both just sleep on the couch in the shared living room area.

Shoko was the one to find all three of you cuddled into each other asleep on the sofa. She got a blanket she draped over you as she drank her coffee, taking a photo of all three of you that she sent to both Suguru and Satoru.

See? She can be nice. But they both owe her a favour now.

#geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #getou suguru x reader #satosugu x reader #dyf au

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vesper-tinus · 7 months

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hiii hope you're doing great! could u pls write sth for Simon with fem reader?? anything domestic, soft and cute tnx sm your writing is beautiful🥰♥️

Hello! I'm doing alright, thank you! I hope you're doing well, too! I'm very busy these days, making it difficult to find time to write (maybe also due to Baldur's Gate 3, haha. I'm hooked). Somebody on Ao3 suggested an ice skating date, so I hope it fills out this criteria too!

𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female ! Reader

Summary: A date to the ice-rink with your hsuband. Keywords: Female ! Reader, ice skating cate, happy lovey dovey married couple things!. Wordcount: 1051

“No.”

“Please?” you ask again, the smile widening on your face, brightening your expression. “It’ll be fun!” you continue, gleefully dragging Simon along—your hand curled lovingly around his bicep. Just as he is about to tell you no again, you give his muscle a squeeze, and after a brief period of critical thinking, Simon sighs as he turns his attention from you.

“...alright.”

At the agreement, you all but shriek with glee, pulling him downwards to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. “It’ll be fun,” you repeat, “I promise! Thank you, thank you, thankyou—” You pull him along with a quicker pace, practically skipping, and even Simon can’t help but be amused at your open display of joy.

Happy wife, happy life, as they say, and Simon can’t help but agree. Can’t keep the missus unhappy now, can he?

As you walk, you attempt to quell any worries you might suspect him of listing in his mind. For all his stoicism, you know his mind is apt to create a million-and-one scenarios that could occur on an outing, with a million of them going wrong. “It’s a very low-key place,” you start, leaning closer to your husband, “my friend is actually co-owner of the ice-rink—along with her girlfriend.”

As you talk, Simon feels your intention, and lowers his arm to snake around your waist instead, giving a short hum of acknowledgement.

“Plus, I’ve asked what days and time-frames it’s less crowded, and today—right now—should be optimal!”

“You didn’t have to go through all that,” he responds halfheartedly, knowing well you did all this for him. “but I appreciate it, love.” The dulcet tone of his voice sends a pleasant warmth through you, and when you stop at a red light, he smoothly tilts your head upwards to share a kiss as you wait for the light to switch. “I’m a lucky husband,” he says against your lips, “to have a wife as thoughtful as you.”

There you both stand, happily sharing kisses as a small crowd passes by the two of you. He presses you closer, and now it’s you that feels lucky when his tongue seeks to deepen the kiss. When you part, you can do nothing but stare warm-faced as the light turns from a bright green to red. “We missed the light,” you note sheepishly, leaning against your husband still catching your breath.

“Doesn’t bother me much,” he says in turn, his faint smile widening slightly. “Leaves me more time to do this…” And once more, he leans down to catch your lips for a kiss, and you eagerly meet him halfway.

Eventually, with a few distractions, you do manage to reach the indoor ice rink.

As soon as you enter the building, you’re met with a chill temperature. Fresh and pleasant, and Simon even seems to welcome it.

You hear the echo of a child’s laughter, and the sound brings pleasant memories of younger days. You coax your husband further inside, passing a couple making their way out. They are slightly red-faced, most likely from the cold, but they look happy and exhausted, and it makes you excited for the things to come.

“Skates first,” you instruct, and Simon gladly lets you guide him around the premise. He has never told you this, but he loves it when you take charge in areas he is unfamiliar with. You’re always physically connected to him—be it by holding hands or taking him by the arm. Leaning against him so he can feel your soothing presence.

You explain things as you walk, and he enjoys hearing it all. ‘Benches for tying our skates’, ‘there’s a café behind those curtains, they make the best hot chocolate’, ‘I feel flat on my face right over there when I was young...’.

Your friend greets you happily from behind the counter, fishing out a pair of skates for each of you. The two of you catch up, making small talk as Simon stands silently beside you, his hand resting comfortably on your lower back. Your friend wishes you a fun time, waving you off as you, once more, guide him along. “We were neighbours as kids,” you explain as you settle on a bench, “even back then she was skating—always dragging me with her.”

You tie your own figure skates first before offering to do his, only to find that he has already tied them with efficiency. Army training, of course.

Before you even have to time to comment on it, he's already shifting one of your legs over his lap.

"Simon?" you ask, watching him untie your skate, only to re-tie it again. Much better than what you did, you note. Tighter, more secure. When you thank him, his thumb is tracing circles against your clothed, lower calf.

"Can't have my wife slippin' on the ice, now can I?"

Your excitement is evident as you carefully make your way towards the ice. You’re no professional, perhaps even a bit rusty, but you’re confident that whatever skill you might’ve had will come back after a few minutes.

From an outside perspective, he would appear casual, perhaps even disinterested, but you know when he’s hesitant. You notice when he’s uncertain, when his jaw is subtly clenched. Perhaps he would’ve been more comfortable in hockey skates, and you make sure he knows the offer to switch stands.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” you say with encouragement, beaming a smile over your shoulder.

The ice welcomes you like an old friend.

You smoothly turn to face Simon, hands outstretched for him to take.

“What we don’t do for love,” he says dramatically, causing you to roll your eyes with mirth. But he takes your outstretched hands in his own to meet you on the ice. Dare you say, perhaps even with a bit of confidence? He pulls you to him, and there you stand, chest to chest.

“Why, hello,” you coo at him, head tilting to lure him in for a kiss. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Simon takes the bait hook, line, and sinker, warming your lips as you share a kiss. You continue this exchange of brief kisses and embraces as you skate, like a reward for his progress. A carrot on a stick. It doesn’t take long for him to get the hang of it, though he is never completely comfortable either. He hates the drifting, and readily sass you when the opportunity arises.

Together, you glide across the ice. Encouraging each other through competitiveness and love.

Your laughter echoes throughout the, now empty, rink, and Simon can’t help but feel awe-struck by the beauty of your enjoyment. To have you willingly share this side of you, one so eager and excited, with him is… humbling. He matches your efforts in earnest whenever you pick up the pace, and whenever he finds it difficult to brake, you’re right there to slow him down. Time passes in the blink of an eye, and only when you pause to catch your breath do you feel the tiredness in your calves and the cold on your face. Perhaps it’s time to call it quits.

You wave at Simon, gesturing for him to rendezvous in the middle.

“Thank you,” you say as you skate into his waiting arms.

He catches you readily, even if you cause him to slowly drift backwards. He arches a brow, awaiting a continuation.

“For joining me, I mean. I… had a lot of fun, Simon.” You pause, draping your arms over his shoulders, your smile softening. “It means a lot to me that you were willing to try.” Your husband’s stubbornness is legendary—both a help and a hindrance, yet he finds it increasingly difficult to say no to you. Though, you know when not to press a suggestion, and he appreciates your willingness to compromise.

“And you mean a lot to me, love.” He kisses you, leaning down to kiss your jaw next. His nose is cold, and it sends shivers down your spine. “Wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be” Which is Simon’s way of saying he had fun.

“All’s well that ends well,” you agree, preening at his enjoyment of your shared activity. “Let’s head home to warm up?”

He hums in quiet agreement, letting you guide him by the hand as you skate towards the rink’s edge.

Wherever you go, he will readily follow.

Wherever you are, he will meet you halfway.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw22 #x reader #reader #fanfiction

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butterfly-lies-chase-them-away · 8 months

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Hi there! I hope you are doing well! I really love your writing and saw that your requests were open so could I humbly ask for a gn!Reader X Alfie? They get into some trouble but no one's aware of the fact that reader is actually the most dangerous person in the room.

"You don't know what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into"

"And you have no idea of who you're fucking with."

I don't know if you want to go a supernatural route with this one or have reader as a very dangerous actor in the world of crime (I really loved The Boogeyman, by the way, the atmosphere you created around it was just *chefs kiss* lovely). But I leave the creative liberties to you. (Please feel no obligation to have to write this though!). Thanks so much ♥️!

Brave Little Protector (Alfie Solomons x Gn!Reader) ONESHOT (Request)

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Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Gn!Reader Soft!Alfie

Word Count: 3025

Warnings: People getting their ass bEAT

Summary: (The request)

A/N: The second I saw this request, I had to write something for it! I love me a good badass!Reader, babes can take care of themself, Alfie's just an accessory B) I decided not to make a supernatural!au cause I'd end up going on a long tangent about it :,) but they a cutie either way. And thank you Anon for the praise for The Boogeyman, I really do appreciate it and everyone else who has commented on my works. Hope you enjoy :P

Alfie Solomons was a notorious figure in the underground world, his reputation as a formidable gang leader extending far and wide through the labyrinthine alleys of Camden Town. To those who understood the intricate workings of the criminal underbelly, the mere mention of his name sent shivers down their spines, a chilling reminder of the ruthless power he wielded.

People from all walks of life, whether they operated within the realms of legality or tiptoed on the fringes of society, couldn't deny the aura of dread that seemed to envelop Alfie's very presence. Those who dared to underestimate or dismiss the gravity of his influence were, in the eyes of many, nothing short of naive fools courting their own demise.

Rarely did audacious souls dare to challenge the formidable Alfie Solomons, but when such attempts did occur, they were recorded as legendary tales whispered in hushed tones throughout the criminal underworld. Those who dared to challenge him often found themselves on a path of inevitable destruction, their folly etching a grim tale into the annals of Camden Town's dark history.

The stories of those who managed to elude Alfie's grasp were often spun with threads of disbelief, their fear of retribution overshadowing any desire to share their harrowing experiences. In Camden Town, the mere notion of crossing paths with Alfie Solomons was enough to strike dread into the hearts of even the most fearless, rendering the very idea unthinkable.

As the icy tendrils of a winter's night clung to the desolate streets, Alfie Solomons, his ageing frame guided by a trusty walking cane, ambled with deliberate steps. The chill in the air seemed to conspire against him, provoking the familiar twinges of sciatica that sometimes plagued him. It was a reminder of his mortality amidst the stark, unforgiving season.

Walking in lockstep beside Alfie was a stark contrast – a much smaller figure, whose steps danced with a lightness and exuberance that seemed to defy the biting chill of the night. A radiant smile adorned their face, and their words tumbled from their lips with an innocence that shimmered like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of Camden Town.

In the shadow of Alfie's formidable presence, this smaller, seemingly innocent companion stood as a testament to the paradoxes of life. Their very proximity to the notorious and rugged gang leader underscored the unexpected juxtaposition of vulnerability and strength, a reminder that even within the darkest of realms, elements of purity and brightness could still endure.

As Alfie ambled through the frigid night, his piercing gaze descended with an unmistakable warmth upon the young companion, Y/n who strode by his side. The affection that danced in his eyes was a striking contrast to his notorious reputation, a rare glimpse into the complex layers of the man behind the legend.

In the merciless world they navigated, such a connection could be perceived as a vulnerability, an exposed flank for those who knew how to exploit it. But beneath the calculated veneer of the streets, there existed a complex tapestry of loyalties and alliances that transcended the apparent incongruities. Like an arrow aimed straight for the heart, the bond between Alfie and his young companion was an enigma, a target that could confound the presumptions of those who attempted to unravel the mysteries of their relationship.

On the cobblestone pavement outside Alfie's well-worn distillery, Y/n gracefully led the way, a chivalrous gesture as they reached out to open the door. It was an act that spoke of a quiet camaraderie, a dance of respect and familiarity that had developed between them over time.

Their steps carried them across the threshold, neither of them paying heed to the group of shadowy figures huddled across the road. Unseen by Y/n and Alfie, this vigilant assembly of men had stationed themselves with a sense of anticipation, a veiled presence that held secrets and intentions yet to be revealed. The stage was set, the players unaware of the waiting audience, and the looming encounter hung in the air like an unspoken challenge, waiting to unfurl its fateful drama.

“That was such a good film, thank you for taking me Alfie.” Y/n effused with genuine delight, their appreciation evident as they leaned in to press a tender kiss to his cheek.

Alfie's response was a soft, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He gazed affectionately down at Y/n, his voice laced with warmth. “Well I gotta treat my sweetheart, yeah..I’d be a fucking fool not to.” he quipped, the endearment rolling off his tongue with an ease that bespoke a depth of affection that transcended the gritty world they inhabited.

Alfie's distillery had transformed into a sanctuary of affection, momentarily removed from the harsh realities of the world outside. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft, intimate glow as they basked in the afterglow of their cinematic escape.

Y/n's fingers traced a gentle path across Alfie's cheek, their affection evident in the lingering touch. "I appreciate it, Alfie," they replied, their voice a soothing melody that underscored the depth of their gratitude.

Alfie's laughter resonated in the room, a rich and melodious sound that could warm even the coldest of hearts. He cupped Y/n's cheek with a rough, calloused hand, drawing them closer. "My dear, you deserve nothing but the best," he declared with a fervor that bordered on reverence. "And I'm the fortunate one to have you by my side."

In the cocoon of their private moment, the outside world seemed a distant memory, and the connection they shared transcended the constraints of their gritty surroundings.

"Your leg okay? That was quite a walk from the pictures," Y/n inquired, their concern etched in the crease of their brow as they looked to Alfie.

Alfie, his resilience undiminished, offered a reassuring smile. "I'm good, love. Just need a bit of rest with my darling dearest," he replied, his endearment laced with a fondness that tugged at the corners of Y/n's lips, drawing a warm and melodic laugh from them. In this tender exchange, the intricate dance of their connection continued, an unspoken harmony that resonated deeply in their hearts.

"Sounds absolutely perfect," Y/n murmured, their words steeped in affection as they leaned in for another kiss, eager to savor the shared moment of intimacy.

However, their tender exchange was abruptly interrupted by a series of loud, jarring bangs emanating from outside the distillery. The sudden noise shattered the cocoon of their shared affection, its ominous presence casting a shadow over the serene sanctuary they had created. Instinctively, their gazes darted toward the source of the commotion, their bond and sense of unity instantly alert to the ominous intrusion.

With an explosive force, the door to the distillery was sent careening off its hinges, shattering into splinters as a torrent of men surged into the room. The deafening cacophony of their entry shattered the tranquility that had enveloped Alfie and Y/n.

Startled, both Alfie and Y/n instinctively turned their heads toward the source of the thunderous intrusion, their expressions a mix of surprise and apprehension. The unexpected arrival of this hostile horde signaled a sudden and unsettling shift in the quietude that had previously defined their evening, plunging them into a maelstrom of uncertainty and danger.

The leader of this unwelcome intrusion, a towering figure with a sneer etched across his face, stepped forward, his gaze fixed squarely on Alfie and Y/n. "Well, well, what 'ave we got 'ere?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "The great Alfie Solomons and 'is little sweetheart, out for a romantic evening, are we?"

Alfie's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. Beside him, Y/n stood with a stoic resolve, a fire smoldering in their gaze.

Unfazed, the leader continued his verbal assault, "You thought you could just prance about like the bloody king of Camden Town, didn't ya? Well, it's time someone brought ya down a peg or two."

"Looks like the old man can't even walk. This game's gonna be a cakewalk," sneered one of the men, his derisive words igniting a chorus of laughter from his companions. The arrogant jeers danced in the air, further taunts poised at Alfie and Y/n.

A steely determination flickered in Alfie's gaze, his jaw set with unwavering resolve. "I may be injured, mate," he retorted, his voice a low, threatening growl. "But it ain't gonna change the fucking outcome."

The room crackled with palpable tension, the standoff between the encroaching aggressors and the defiant pair of Alfie and Y/n poised on the precipice of chaos.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, one of the men leered menacingly at Y/n, a malicious grin twisting his lips. His predatory words were laden with insinuation as he gestured toward Y/n with a disdainful sweep of his hand.

"Oh yeah, what if we have a bit of fun with this pretty little thing?" he taunted, his voice dripping with perverse suggestion.

Alfie's voice, low and filled with an unmistakable menace, sliced through the air like a blade. His eyes, once warm and affectionate, now bore an intensity that could wither the bravest of souls. He fixed a steely glare upon the man who had been leering at Y/n, his words laden with a potent threat that brooked no defiance.

"Don't even fucking look at them," Alfie growled, his tone a chilling warning that hung heavy in the room, daring the man to challenge his unwavering protection of Y/n.

Alfie's restraint was pushed to its limits, his knuckles white from the intensity of his grip on his walking cane. Y/n, though, stood resolute, their countenance unwavering, a storm of defiance and readiness brewing within their gaze. The room crackled with a dangerous electricity, each passing moment a taut string stretched to its breaking point, as the battle of wills and the impending confrontation hung heavy in the air.

"What you gonna do about it, old man?" The thug sneered, his lips curling into a menacing grin as he towered over Alfie.

Y/n cast a swift, purposeful glance back at Alfie, their head tilting ever so slightly. With a subtle shake of their head, they signaled for him to hold his ground, their unspoken message clear in its intent. It was a silent plea for Alfie to stay put and let them handle the imminent threat, a testament to the trust and unity that defined their partnership in such dire moments.

Alfie, though filled with a burning desire to defend, knew that in this tense situation, Y/n's strategic decision was both prudent and necessary. He reluctantly nodded in reluctant agreement, bracing himself for the unfolding storm, while Y/n took the forefront in a bid to protect and confront the encroaching danger.

Alfie then displayed an air of unaffected composure as he slowly pivoted away from the confrontational thug. With measured steps, he navigated toward his favourite armchair, its plush upholstery a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the room. Leaning on his cane for support, he took a seat in the armchair with a graceful ease that seemed to defy his years.

"Nothin’," Alfie replied with a quiet, determined tone, his eyes unwavering in their gaze. The group of men erupted in a chorus of mocking laughter, casting disdainful glances toward Alfie.

As the tension in the room thickened, one of the men took a step forward, encroaching into Y/n's personal space with an audacious display of aggression. His movements were purposeful, and his presence loomed like a dark shadow, a palpable threat that demanded attention in the charged atmosphere.

"Look at that, not even gonna defend you! You don't know what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into," they taunted, their voices dripping with malice as they addressed Y/n.

Y/n's response was swift and intense, spoken with a fierce determination that echoed through the room. "And you have absolutely no idea who you're dealing with," they retorted, their eyes flashing with a mixture of defiance and readiness.

Before anyone in the room could react, Y/n sprang into action. Their fist cut through the air with a precision that caught everyone by surprise. The punch connected with the thug's face, producing a resounding crack as it landed. The perpetrator was sent tumbling backwards, crashing to the ground with an audible thud, his overconfidence shattered by the unexpected and powerful blow delivered by Y/n. The room fell silent, save for the groans of the fallen thug, and the tension hung heavy in the air as the consequences of underestimating Y/n became painfully clear.

Surprise rippled through the other men like an electric current as they hastily raised their firearms, their eyes widening in alarm. However, Y/n's reflexes were quicker than their adversaries could anticipate. In a swift, fluid motion, Y/n snatched up a nearby bottle of rum, the glint of desperation and determination in their eyes.

With precise accuracy, they hurled the bottle directly at the man's outstretched hand, the shattering impact resonating through the room. A sharp cry of pain filled the air as the bottle struck its target, causing the armed man to crumple in agony. The firearm slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor in a cacophony of clinks and thuds. Y/n's decisive action left a stunned silence in its wake, the other men left momentarily disoriented, their well-laid plans unravelling before their eyes.

With a lightning-quick movement, Y/n seized the fallen firearm, their fingers closing around its cool metal frame with practised ease. Without hesitation, they aimed the weapon, the room bathed in a tense, anticipatory silence.

A sharp, echoing report reverberated through the room as Y/n's first shot pierced the air, striking the first man's knees. A guttural cry of pain filled the space, his legs buckling beneath him as he collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

With calculated precision, Y/n turned their focus to the remaining men. One after another, they pulled the trigger, each gunshot punctuating the air with a resounding crack. Knees buckled and cries of pain rang out as each man's mobility was abruptly compromised. The room descended into chaos, as the once-vainglorious group of thugs now found themselves on the receiving end of their own malevolence, their domination overturned by Y/n's relentless resolve.

As the room filled with the cacophony of agonized moans, Y/n's determination remained unwavering. They stepped forward with deliberate purpose, ensuring that none of the men would pose any further threat. Kicking the firearms scattered around the fallen assailants, Y/n sent the weapons skittering across the floor, the metallic clatter serving as a stark reminder of the once-potent danger they represented.

Each gun was systematically nudged beyond the men's reach, ensuring that there would be no opportunity for them to regain their footing and make any attempts at retaliation. The room, once charged with hostility, was now a scene of retribution and defence, Y/n's actions a resolute testament to their commitment to protecting both themselves and Alfie from further harm.

“We’re done here, yeah?” Y/n asked, their voice tinged with a sense of authority and finality.

The men on the ground were consumed by the overwhelming pain coursing through their battered bodies, rendering them incapable of providing any coherent response. With an air of purpose, Y/n lowered their firearm to the floor, a symbolic gesture of de-escalation.

Y/n then proceeded to seize a couple of the men by their collars, their determination undeterred. With Herculean effort, they dragged the incapacitated assailants out of the dimly lit distillery one by one, the gritty ground marking their path. It took several strenuous trips to remove all the wounded men, a silent testament to Y/n's unwavering resolve to ensure their incapacitation.

Amidst the turmoil and the rearranging of the scene, Alfie remained seated in his cherished armchair, a serene smile gracing his lips as he observed the events unfolding before him. In his aged eyes, a sense of satisfaction gleamed, knowing that the indomitable spirit of Y/n had safeguarded both their well-being and his own.

Locking up the distillery door with a resounding click, Y/n's gaze returned to Alfie. The enigmatic smile that graced their features bore a subtle, almost innocent quality, belying the fierce determination that had manifested moments before. In that fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them – a partnership solidified through shared challenges, and a newfound respect forged in the crucible of adversity.

Alfie's hearty laughter filled the room, a warm and reassuring sound that resonated through the distillery's dimly lit space. His eyes sparkled with an appreciative twinkle.

"Come here, my brave little protector," Alfie beckoned, his voice tinged with both affection and admiration.

Y/n, ever attentive, gracefully moved closer to Alfie. With a practised gentleness, Alfie reached out and took their hand, fingers intertwining in a wordless connection. Slowly, he drew Y/n toward him until their lips met in a passionate and tender kiss. In that shared moment, amidst the aftermath of turmoil and conflict, their bond grew stronger, solidified by an unspoken understanding of the challenges they faced together.

"I'd never let anyone hurt us, Alfie," Y/n reassured, settling on the arm of the chair, their gaze unwavering as they looked down at Alfie, a protective resolve burning in their eyes. The sincerity in their voice was palpable, a fierce promise to shield and safeguard.

A small, appreciative smile played on Alfie's lips as he met Y/n's gaze. "I know you won't, darling," he affirmed, the tenderness in his voice underscoring the trust he had in their bond. "But if you’re ever in trouble, always come find me, yeah?"

Y/n leaned down, their lips meeting Alfie's in a tender kiss, sealing the pact with a shared moment of intimacy. "Always, Alfie," they whispered a vow in the midst of uncertainty, a testament to the strength of their connection, even in the face of impending danger.

- A/N: I've probably never written something fast before, but I was just so invested that I cracked it out immediately 💀 But I hope you enjoyed it, Thank you Anon for requesting this, I enjoyed writing it and look forward to writing more. :)

#fanfic #alfie solomons #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders alfie solomons #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine

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heyybaejjk · 10 months

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MODERN AO'NUNG HCS — PT. 3

pairing. ao'nung x fem!reader

summary. human aonung hcs

warnings. none

masterlist. pt. 1 pt. 2

Mans definitely is going for an ATAR course and for his HSC ‼️‼️

I feel like the main classes he chose are:

- Music

- Art

- Maths

- English Advanced (only because you prob do it)

- Marine Studies (cmon now fishlips)

- SLR, the only non-ATAR subject because it's more of a chill subject.

Hates math with passion, only chose it because you chose it.

If he isn't in one of your classes then he loves to leave class at least five minutes early to walk to your class and wait for you

Some teachers have caught him walking out, but it's the second term of school, they're already used to him doing this

Term 1: "Miss, what the fuck is that right behind you? Is that a spider?!" Ao'nung screams frantically, pointing behind the female teacher with his eyes widened and mouth gaped.

"What!? What is it!?" The teacher yells as she turns around to the white wall that faces her. An empty, blank wall painted with nothing. Confused, she turns back around and sees a tall figure run out the door.

Term 2: "Miss, there's a big ass fucking spider on your shoulder!" Ao'nung yells, a slender finger pointing to the teacher's shoulder. "Ao'nung, leave already," The teacher rolls her eyes as she was already used to his stupid tricks.

"Oh, okay." 🧍‍♀️

During the break, all people see is 👫

If you do food tech as one of your classes, bro's begging for you to save him some food that you made in class.

"I had theory instead of prac today, I'm sorry, Nung. I didn't make anything today, but I made lunch," you giggle as your boyfriend's heavy weight drops on your back, pulling you into a hug. His long ass arm wrapping around your shoulder. "That teacher of yours is a stank ass liar-"

A cough from the sideline erupts, causing you both to turn your heads. There, stood a mid-thirty-year-old man, tapping his foot aggressively, eyeing your boyfriend down. "What was that, Ao'nung?"

Let's say you got into a fight once...

You ate that shit up.

Having a fine ass man like him, people can't help but stare respectfully

Others.. not so much.

Others really can not take the hint, or even the answer no. Especially, and specifically, a girl in your class named Ray. Yes, the same girl from before. A few months after the incident of Ray texting your man, after multiple times blocking her, it seemed she didn't care after she made a new account. Her non-stop texts weren't harmful at all until she sent a rayraybae: I'm better than her in so many ways, just let me in your room and I can prove it ;) No doubt your man screenshotted it and sent it to you straight away! 🤣👏

The very next day, you rock up to her class and confront her, to which she just laughs in your face. Already prepared to hit, you put your hair into a tight ass fucking bun and tie your hood up, then proceeding to punch her square in the face. Turning into a whole fight where students walk in for class, only to whip out their phones to record.

Let's bffr, it's a high school fight. It either turns into a whole ass fucking brawl or a 1v5 or wtv. (I've seen it at my school personally or on Twitter so 🤞) For the sake of this, let's say no one jumps in.

Along the sideline, you can hear Ao'nung screaming "Yeah! Yeah! Get her ass!"

When you're finally pulled away by Ao'nung you both bolt out of the room and out the gates.

You both aren't big fans of skipping school, but today seemed like an exception.

this is so booty cheeks and so short, I'm so sorry 😭😭♥️♥️♥️ @yourstrulyyyyy

#avatar the way of water #aonung fanfiction #aonung #avatar twow #aonung fluff #aonung x reader #aonung x you #ao'nung

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captainnightflare · 8 months

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People Watching (Hermione Granger x Reader FF)

So this is my first official fanfic that I’ve put off for a long time. I’ve been wanting to practice more in writing and see how it goes 🫠

I do have a wattpad for this story as well so if anyone is interested it’s under the same name as the one listed above. I’m currently in the middle of writing the second chapter 😅 so let’s hope I don’t take too long writing that one.

Anyways I hope you all enjoy ♥️✨🥲

Chapter 1

Y/n had head over heels fallen for Hermione Granger. Who won’t? The girl was charming, brillant, and just an overall dream of a girl to have. That’s all she is to Y/n. A dream, very far from reach.

That didn’t stop her from daydreaming of the brunette all through potions class though. “Y/n!” Snape snapped at the girl.

“Huh?” Blinking, the young woman was pulled from her cloud nine when she heard the snickers of her peers, daring to glance around her eyes immediately were drawn to the girl that caused said daydreams.

She was giving her a slight point look, signaling her to the text they were currently on.

Love potions.

“Y-yes sir?”

The potions master was giving this class a special visit due to everyone’s advancements on the course. Even in their last year, the graduating class had an overwhelming amount of students wanting to increase their knowledge of the subject. Of course Hermione Granger would be one of them, and of course Y/n followed the girl’s lead.

“Tell me girl, what is the main ingredient found in all love potions?” Snape asked.

“Pearl Dust sir.” She replied.

The y/h/c could have swore she saw the dark haired teacher smile at her. It gave her the chills.

“Correct Ms. Y/l/n, I expect nothing short from someone of Ravenclaw. Now if the rest of you would please turn..”

Signing the y/h/c turned back to her textbook, tuning the rest of her class out as she used her pencil to tap a beat out. This damn song has been stuck in her head. It started slow and silent to not draw the attention of anyone around her.

Before long she was softly singing,

“I end up all alone but I still keep hoping.” A smile began to spread.

“I wanna feel all that love and emotion. Be that attached to the person I’m holding. Someday, I’ll be falling without caution. But for now, I’m only people watching.”

The beat and her voice came to an end as the bell rang. Grabbing her stuff Y/n made her way out the door into the busy halls. Ignorant of the soft brown eyes following her out.

Y/n made her way to the Ravenclaw dorms still humming that song, looking around to be sure no one would be she started to sing again,

“I’m only looking just to live through you vicariously.

I’ve never been in love, not seriously.” Mimicking the hit of drums the young woman made her way up to the entrance of the chambers.

“I had a dream about a house behind a picket fence.

Next one I choose to trust, I hope I use some common sense.”

“So that was the song you were tuning to in Potions.”

The sudden elegance of Hermione’s voice nearly sent Y/n straight into the wall. “Jesus, Hermione! When the hell did you get here? You damn near gave me a heart attack.” The girl had her hand over said racing heart.

“I apparated, how else would I catch up to you?” The curly haired girl replied with a teasing tone.

“Well.. you have a point.” The flush covering the girl’s cheeks was almost radiating. God, she did not expect Hermione to hear her sing.

The small silence over took the girls as the Ravenclaw student went to open the chamber. Finally feeling the heat from her face fade.

“You have a lovely voice Y/n.” The young brunette whispered.

And with that she nearly trips into the wall again, only to catch herself with her hands right before her face hits. “Y/n?!” Hermione rushes to the girl gently pulling her arm up and away from the stone wall.

“S-sorry!” Y/n stutters out as her face continues to turn a darker shade of red, a small laugh escaping her. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to hearing people compliment me like that.”

“Well you should get used to it, like I said you have a lovely voice. If you decide to use it more, expect more compliments like that Y/n.”

“Heh, you’re insane Granger.” The flush settled down to light blush as the girl was finally able to open the chamber. “I’m guessing from your sudden appearance you’re wanting to study together again?”

That cocky smirk was the y/h/c answer as she was pulled by Hermione through the common towards her dorm. “You ask as though we haven’t been doing this since second year.”

“Hey! First year you didn’t even want to study together because you enjoyed your precious alone time.”

“Yes well, that was my teenage angst trying to push you out before you got bored of me and left me to my studies alone.”

“You’re a mad woman if you think I’ll leave you alone anywhere Granger.” Y/n laughed as she ran up the stairs, completely missing the adoring blush coating her crush’s face.

“Dolt..” Hermione muttered softly before rushing after the girl.

“Ughh… Mione! My brain is going to explode.”

Sighing, the girl closed her book and looked toward Y/n who was spawned on the floor surrounded by books. “I completely doubt your brain will explode from the knowledge you just consumed.”

“You don’t know that.. There’s no studies proving that wrong.”

“There’s also no studies proving that right.” A small giggle slipped from the brunette as picked another book up before beginning to read again.

The y/e/c witch let out a huff before focusing herself back on her work. It wasn’t really working as she let her pencil begin to tap a familiar beat on her book. One that didn’t go unnoticed by a brown eyed witch, trying to subtly as possible see if the y/h/c witch will start singing.

To her credit she did begin to hum to the beat, small and soft mutters of the song coming through her voice.

“That wasn’t funny but she laughed so hard, she almost cried.

They’re counting months they’ve been together, almost 49.

She’s making fun of how she acted ‘round the holidays.

She wears a ring but they tell people they’re not engaged.”

Hermione’s eyes sparkled as her friend’s voice grew with each passing lyric. The beat of her pencil became more pronounced.

“They met in class for metaphysical philosophy

She tells her friends, ‘I like her 'cause she's so much smarter than me’

They're having talks about their futures until 4:00 a.m.

And I'm happy for them.”

Y/n’s voice began to grow with emotion as she let herself be lost in the song.

“But I wanna feel all that love and emotion

Be that attached to the person I'm holding

Someday, I'll be falling without caution

But for now, I'm only people watching”

The soft beat of the y/h/c pencil slowed as she let the tune fade with her voice. Finally taking a breath she felt a smile grow on her face. Turning her complete attention to her work. Failing to notice the curly haired Gryffindor stand from her bed, quietly approaching her.

‘I love you’, thought Hermione. ‘God, I love you Y/n’. The brunette carefully crouched down to meet the Ravenclaw’s gaze.

Said girl noticed her presence as she looked up. She gave the Gryffindor a crooked smile, “Hello Granger.”

Hermione smiled back, “Hello Y/l/n.”

The two held their loving gaze for what seemed like hours before Hermione slid her hand under Y/n’s chin, tilting her head higher. The tension was rising as their eyes connected with one another. The y/e/c and brown eyes drifted to each other’s lips. Y/n slowly swallowed as she felt heat rise to her face, “H-Hermione..?”

A small hum was given to the girl’s question as she felt her brown haired friend’s lips hover over her own as her breath hitched. “Y/n.”

‘This can’t be real. Hermione’s gonna–’

“Y/n.” That sweet angelic voice pulled her gaze back to her crush’s eyes.

“Hermione–”

“Y/n, wake up.”

“What?” Confusion set on the girl’s face. Her vision was blurring the beautiful face in front of her.

“Y/n wake up, it’s getting late.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N!”

The sudden jolt of her slumber sent the y/h/c girl down to the floor with her papers. Groaning, as she laid on the cold floor. It was a dream. One sweet torturous dream.

“Jeez you were in some deep sleep weren’t you?” Asked Hermione.

“You have no idea.” The Ravenclaw muttered as she pushed herself off the floor, dusting off her uniform pants. She looked up to see her friend had packed her books and papers in her bag, ready to walk to her dorm. “You’re heading out?”

Sighing, the girl swung the bag over her shoulder adjusting it a bit from the weight, “I am. It’s getting closer to dinner time and you know how the boys are when I don’t show on time.”

A small chuckle escaped Y/n, “Oh I know, they worry for you. It’s sweet.”

The groan of protest came out of the burnett’s mouth, “It’s annoying. I am more than capable of protecting myself.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to tell me that Granger. I’ve seen first hand how hard of a right punch you can throw. Specifically at Malfoy.”

The beginning of a blush spread across Hermione’s face, “I really wish you would forget that.”

Smirking, the Ravenclaw girl made a show of putting up her hands in a boxer’s position. “And forget the day the genius Hermione Granger put Malfoy in his place? Absolutely not.” Laughing as she saw her friend hurry towards the door.

“Okay! Bye Y/n!” Said friend was about to reach towards the door when another hand appeared and opened it for her. Looking up and seeing a giggling Y/n. “Oh come on Granger, you know I gotta walk you.”

“Fine, but you have to carry my bag for me then.”

“Gladly.”

The two students made their way towards the Gryffindor dorms. Chatting about their day and studies.

“Honestly ‘Mione, you should slow down and enjoy our last year in Hogwarts. Have some fun, hell even go to a party with those hyper boys of yours.” Y/n teased as they turned the corner.

“Please, I doubt I’m missing anything. Besides, I could say the same to you. I never see you attend any gatherings or parties.” The girl pointed out as she turned towards her friend.

The y/h/c girl had at least the decency to look embarrassed before throwing her hand behind her head and turning away from her crush. A nervous tick the Gryffindor had picked up their third year.

“Well you never want to go to those, I don’t want to go without you.” The Ravenclaw muttered. Totally missing the blush now decorating said crush’s face.

“I-I didn’t realize..” Hermione whispered.

“It’s no big deal. Really. I just wanted you to have a bit of fun, you know, to make some memories with me.” Y/n carefully replied.

It wasn’t untrue. The girl did want Hermione to have fun, but there was also a selfish part of her that wanted to share some firsts with Hermione. First New Year's kiss which was quickly thrown out the window by Viktor. First dance, also Viktor. First kiss in the rain, Ron was able to score that. There wasn’t not many romantic gestures the y/h/c could do now for the girl that wasn’t already upstaged by her ex-boyfriends.

Sighing, the girl adjusted her friend's bag over her shoulder and both continued to walk in silence. ‘I’ve never really been in love, not seriously at least.’ Y/n thought. Sure she has had her fair share of girlfriends over her years in Hogwarts. But every time she looked into their eyes she couldn’t help but remember the chocolate brown eyes she looked for in the crowds of the hall. Every time they went to her Quidditch games she wished it was Hermione’s voice cheering her on.

The atmosphere had a heavy weight to it. Both girls were lost in their thoughts. Hermione not realizing until now that Y/n has been wanting to experience these sorts of things with her. Wanting to send some quality time together outside their classes and studies. The young witch bit her lower lip as she glanced at the y/e/c girl. ‘She never asked, she wanted me to want it for myself. She wanted both of us to have fun.’

Both girls came to stop at the dorm’s entrance, ‘Maybe I can change that.’ Hermione thought.

“Y/n–”

The loud opening of the Gryffindor’s common room entrance interrupted the curly haired brunette as a figure appeared.

“Oh Y/n, Hermione, what are you two doing out here?” Ginny asked.

“Oh uh, I was just walking Hermione to her dorm, we just got done studying.” Y/n replied as she handed the girl back her bookbag.

If you want to call Y/n falling asleep for the last hour of their studying as just done.

“Well I’ll leave you to it then. Also Y/n are you still going to perform at the festival?” The redhead asked.

“If you and the rest of the group are going to help me perform then definitely.” A small smile graced the y/h/c girl’s face.

Confused by their conversation Hermione asked, “Festival? What festival?”

Before Y/n had a chance to explain Ginny butted in, “Oh Y/n didn’t tell you? A bunch of Seniors are going to be hosting a small festival. It’s this weekend, a bunch of us are going to perform an act or song.”

“O-oh I didn’t realize..” The brunette replied softly.

“I was going to tell you later tonight at dinner, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to come and see us perform.” Y/n said, her hands coming back behind her head as she glanced down and playing with the imaginary rocks on the floor with her shoe. ‘I wasn’t sure if you wanted to come see me perform.’ She selfishly thought.

“I would love to.”

Snapping her head towards the young genius Y/n saw her staring straight into her own eyes. “What?” Both her and Ginny asked. It seems as though even their redheaded friend was taken aback by the witch’s reply.

“I’d like to see you– I mean both of you perform.”

“Really?” Y/n asked with a hint of excitement laced in her voice. Was Hermione really going to go see her?

“Of course, I would have said yes if you asked me you know.”

“R-right! I mean I was planning on asking you tonight but–”

“Don’t worry about it. I guess I’m seeing you this weekend then?”

“Yes! Yes, of course you will. Uh there’s no real dress code. Casual ya know? There’s going to be some vendors and games set up. Performances will start around 7 pm, we’re the finishing act so it'll be a while before you see us.” Y/n rambled on, she was clearly ecstatic from the news of Hermione going.

Which clearly did not go unnoticed by a certain redhead, she and the girls from the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff had a betting wager going on for when these two got together.

“I’ll be there.” Hermione smiled.

Y/n couldn’t hold herself back as she flung herself towards her crush. “Brilliant! I promise ‘Mione you won’t regret it!” She exclaimed.

A small dust of red settled on the girl’s cheeks as she hugged Y/n back. “I doubt I will with you handling it.”

Chuckling the y/h/c pulled back to stare briefly at her friend before letting her go and turning back towards the lunch hall. “Ginny will fill you in on the details Granger. We’ll make sure you get a front row seat to our song.”

“Wait, you're all singing?”

“Ha! She wishes, nope Y/n is going to be the only one singing and playing the drums.” Ginny teases.

“Wait! Y/n you can play the drums?” Obviously hearing her sing earlier the brunette wasn’t too surprised by that bit of information.

A snicker came from the y/h/c, “I gotta keep you on your toes Granger, don’t be surprised when I keep a few tricks and secrets up my sleeve.” With one wink the girl sprinted towards the lunch hall.

The blush seemed to have spread to the girl’s ears as Hermione could do nothing more but admire the retreating form of her friend. ‘I’m so screwed.’ She thought.

Giggling from a certain Weasley snapped her out of her trance making the girl glare. “Not one word Ginny.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Holding her hands up in defense the redheaded witch let the girl pass her as she made her way towards her dorm.

Well, this weekend was certainly something Hermione was looking forward to.

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goosewriting · 2 years

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THE WAY YOU WRITE FOR RAPH IS JUST ♥️✨♥️✨

I have an idea for the cutie pie

How about him and his s/o are chilling in his room watch a film but they are just staring up at him like "wow handsome boy look at him. Baby boy baby♥️" and raph ofc noticed and gets all blushy so the reader just climbs on top of him and pecks him with smooches to death like "YOUR SO CUTE how?!?!"

Sorry I get cuteness aggression when ever I read about raph 😭

Cuteness Aggression

summary: reader has to make very clear just how great Raph is in their eyes

relationship: Rise Raph x reader (established)

warnings: f l u f f

word count: ~730

A/N: tysm!! i’m glad to hear you like how i write for him :’) this ask was so cute omg sdfsdfsfd enjoy!<3 also sorry it’s very short!! but i really wanted to post this one ;;v;; (and thanks for the great title lol)

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Outside, snow kept slowly falling from the sky, covering the whole landscape in a white fluffy blanket. You didn’t see any of that however, because you were cuddled up against Raph in his room, watching a movie.

You both lied in his bed, on your bellies, with the laptop balanced on a thick book on the pillow. Since you two had seen the movie a thousand times and it was a pretty chill part of the plot, Raph allowed himself to steal a glance at you: your head was propped up on your elbows, with your legs folding at the knee and dangling up and down behind you. You looked like a teenage girl from a 90s sitcom, talking on the phone to her crush. The only thing missing was a landline and your fingers tangling in the cord.

At that mental image, Raph snorted softly and laughed to himself. Since there wasn’t anything particularly funny happening on screen, you turned your head to look at him with a questioning look.

“What is it?” you asked, your lips turning into a curious smile.

“It’s silly, nevermind” he simply stated and turned his attention back to the movie.

“Raph” you whined. “I wanna know so I can laugh too! What is it?” you tried again.

After a moment of consideration whether to tell you or not, he decided it was futile to try and resist; you’d insist and poke at him as long as it took for him to spill the beans.

“The way your legs are dangling like that, it just reminded me of how girls would be talking on the phone in those old TV series” Raph explained. You seemed amused at that thought. “That’s all. Besides, you look cute” he added with a slight blush.

“Well, you look cute too!” you retorted, trying to hide your own flushed cheeks behind your hands.

“There’s a lot of words to describe me but ‘cute’ ain’t one of them, I think. Thanks though” he said with a sheepish smile. You looked at him with a face that could only be described as a mix of shock and indignation, and were about to retort and very strongly disagree with him, but he talked first.

“I- I mean, look at you: so small in comparison, soft but also strong, with the most adorable smile that could brighten the darkest room: you are cute. Meanwhile I’m big and rough, spiky, and my signature move is literally to smash things.”

No longer paying attention to the movie, you brought your legs forwards to sit up properly on the bed.

“I will not allow you to say mean things about my bestest friend and wonderful boyfriend!” you scolded him, flicking his forehead. “You are gentle, down to Earth, and extremely handsome may I add.”

You slowly pushed him over while you talked so he was on his back, and you climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. Raph’s face was as red as his bandana, his brain unable to compute, as his hands came to rest on your waist.

Placing your hands on his chest, you inched closer to his face, enumerating all his wonderful qualities, each followed by a peck to his face.

“Attentive.” Smooch. “Loving.” Mwah. “Always giving his all, never expecting anything in return.”

You held his face between your hands, and he couldn't tear away his eyes from yours, which caused you both to end up with a furious blush.

“And most importantly: you’re all mine. My boy, baby boy. You’re literally the babiest, you don’t understand, ugh!”

Unable to hold back anymore you went in to properly kiss him, trying your best to pour all your love you had for him into it. By the way he was responding, you assumed you had succeeded, and that he didn’t feel any different about you.

You broke apart for air, pulling back just enough to be able to talk.

“You have no idea how cute you are. HOW are you this cute?!” you asked, and closed the distance again. You weren’t even gonna give him the chance to answer; this was about getting it into that big turtle skull of his that you weren’t just saying those things earlier, you meant everything you said.

The rest of the night was spent whispering sweet nothings into his skin, kissing and doting on him like there was no tomorrow.

#goose feathers #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt raph x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018

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xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx · 30 days

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TLOU2 Lev & Yara hcs ♥️

They’re Vietnamese-Chinese (heritage wise) - their dad was from China but he grew up in the US and their mom (bitch) was from Vietnam but also grew up in the US

Their dad was one of the soldiers (like Yara), and died while fighting with the WLFS when Lev was 3 and Yara was 6

Yara chose Levs birthname when he was born

When Lev changed his name he changed it to ‘Lev’ because his dads name was Lev

Their mum is called Yolanda

Yara was born on June 21st 2022

Lev was born on October 31st 2025

Yara never forgave herself for the reaction when she found out about Lev

Yara was popular with boys in their village

Lev has actually been a introvert all his life and was very shy as a kid

Lev hates Lilys (the flower - for obvious reasons)

Yara accidentally called Lev ‘Lily’ once - she hates herself for it

Lev regrets bringing Yara into this - he wishes he’d never shaved his head, never came out, never told Yara, he just wishes he’d ran away and then came out

Lev enjoyed drawing as a kid

Lev taught himself how to use a bow

Both Yara and Lev can horse ride

Yara has never been a fan of the Seraphite traditions, she’s never been happy while being with them. For example, when Lev defends the prophet and prays infront of a shrine, Yara wouldn’t do that. She’d let people call them Scars

Lev misses their mom even after everything

Lev has frequent nightmares about Yara and his mom

When Lev was born, Yara vowed to herself that she would always protect him

Yaras earliest memory is when Lev was born

Yara is more versed in old world technology and things than Lev

Lev can speak really fast

Yara was favourited by their mom as a child

Lev doesn’t cry easily

Lev has separation anxiety, PTSD and claustrophobia

Lev has never felt like a girl, even when he was young he would wanna play roughly with the boys, do boyish things, have short hair, etc

Lev used to have really long hair, which he hated. The longest he’ll now have it is when he and Abby got to 2425 Constance and when they were kidnapped by the Rattlers

Lev had a habit of writing stories as a kid

Yaras a very chill person - she honestly never worried about anything

Yaras ghost watches over Abby and Lev - she’s glad Lev has a new older sister figure, and is forever grateful for Abby going back to them, for saving her arm and Levs life

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Whohooo, my timer rang, it’s the 7th!🥳🤣 (At least in my country, so I hope, sending my request now is okay?👀)

First off: I wish you so so much fun with your first event. Like I already said, the idea is amazing and I’m looking forward to every single post.🥰 So, here is my soul striptease:

I’m a cisgender woman and therefore I use the pronouns she/her. I‘m bisexual but on a spectrum I tend a little bit more towards men, at least at the moment.

My favourite fandom is Hunter X Hunter and I would be more than happy about something romantic.

For characters I don‘t want to be paired with, I would say Leorio (I could only teach him some medical stuff but that’s how romantic as it would get) and the more than obvious Tonpa?!😂 And no minors oc because I‘m old.

My personality… I can find humour in everything and like to laugh a lot but at times I can be somewhat melancholic and dark-minded… which I kind of like. I‘m very adventurous and open minded and never actually judge people… each to their own, I like to say. When it comes to friendship I‘m loyal as fuck (honestly I would cover up murder for my friends) buuuut in relationships I tend to get easily bored. My s/o should have high intellect (I hate smalltalk) and somehow needs to excite me… even some drama can be quite entertaining for me from time to time. When it comes to love I’m multilingual: Physical touch, quality time and gifts are my love languages but it’s very rare that I’m verbal about my feelings. Other than that, I‘m hopelessly romantic and - when good entertained - I’m passionate and head over heels. I enjoy art in every shape or form… doesn’t matter if it’s music, visual arts or literature. Generally I just like to look at pretty things (or people) and admire their beauty (sounds kind of creepy, but I’m not a creep, just an aesthete, promise!😐) My hobby’s are singing, writing and painting, even on people’s faces, cause I‘m pretty good when it comes to make up and hair (idk why), which I enjoy doing for others. How I present myself… I have pretty long wavy black hair, light green eyes and I always always always wear black. I’m more short than tall and quite petite. My style is simple but chic, I would say. Sometimes I enjoy wearing heavy make up and statement jewellery - but that depends on my mood. Oh, and I’m the biggest Parfumjunky I know of, so I’m always smelling of at least something. When it comes to how I behave in front of others, I‘m talkative and quite extroverted. When going out or just spending time with others, I’m always the last to call it a night, cause I enjoy deep conversations so much (also, you can sleep when your dead so why taking the risk of missing something exciting?). But there are times where I need to be by myself and I need space. By others I sometimes tend to get received as cold or even arrogant at first sight (resting bitch face going strong) but when they get to know me they’re surprised how chill I actually am (or that’s what they have told me at least 😂). My quirks are definitely that I can be very impulsive (even when it comes to big decisions) and that I’m so so SO impatient. VERY IMPATIENT.🥸 When it comes to music, there’s less that I don’t like: I love metal and rock, dark classical music, sometimes even minimal and house but never ever would I listen to girlpop! (Don’t come at me Taylor 👀) And yeah, that’s that. Thank you so so much for your work und making my evenings more entertaining.♥️🖤

notes💌: hello love! happy valentine's day <333 I am SO HAPPY that you asked for hunter x hunter because it is one of my top animes! Like literally my most nostalgic and literally at the top (dont tell jjba i said that) (and a lot of people dont know that about me lol) but yes! I love this anime and had so much fun reading your matchup and thank you for participating in this event <33333

The character Cupid chooses for you this Valentine's day is...

HISOKA!

i have had a really bad brainrot for this man so thank you for the excuse to geek about him <3

you and him both have a humor that can turn dark and everyone will kinda look at you funny, but neither of you care because that's how you two get along

that's probably how you met

you told some dark joke and the entire room went silent until you saw hisoka chuckling in the corner and from there, you two were inseparable

you're both not very judgemental people and it's perfect that you arent because hisoka is A LOT and that is something that you love about him because he is willing to be a whole lot in a lil package and bring so much pizazz to the relationship

you were both really loyal friends who would do anything for each other (you have hidden bodies for him lmfao and he for you ofc) and because of that, it made your relationship so easy to start

also, i figured i'd put you with hisoka instead of someone like illumi because you will NEVER get board in a relationship with him. NEVER

you two always have something to talk about or do as a couple and you are just never complaining

THIS MAN OWNS EVERY LOVE LANGUAGE

he doesnt mind that you arent as verbal though because you give him enough of what he needs

but do expect A LOT from him

words, cuddles, flowers, acts of service, ALL OF IT <3

you two are both very romantic people who are head over heels for each other tbh lmaooo

he is definitely a piece of art to admire, that's for sure, so you get to stare at him a lot and he actually loves it. boosts his ego lmao

and he'll do the same, he'll just admire you and tell you how beautiful you are

PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE DO HIS MAKEUP

he will love you even more, which is surprising tbh

you two match all the time, even when being casual

not wearing the same clothes, but having the same aesthetic for the day

sometimes yall even clash cuz it looks awesome

you're just iconic powerhouses

he loves you so so much because you match his energy

you and him are both very much people people, so you get to enjoy A LOT of nights out together partying and just having too much fun

he will definitely give you the space you need, but honestly, he cant be away from you for too long, so he'll just stay with you in silence if you need it

cuddles are a great recharge for the two of you

*cough cough* he thinks its hot that other people think that you are kinda mean. it just means you can protect yourself. your rbf is hot to him

he knows how sweet you are thought and will never ever make you out to be a rude person

he hypes you up always

he can definitely help with the impulses and try to get you to not, but lets be real, he's just as impulsive and sometimes encourages it lmfaooo

he plays girly pop in the house to annoy you lmaoooo

but nonetheless, he loves you with all of his heart and soul and is proud to call you his partner for life <3

💌 How would he ask you to be his valentine??

this man does it in the cheesiest way possible tbh. he would make candy hearts that say will you be my valentine and lay them out on the table with chocolates, a bouquet of roses and 2 teddy bears to look like the two of you! you would come downstairs to a total surprise and hisoka would surprise sneak attack you with a hug and ask you verbally if you want to be his valentine. of course you say yes, so the man attacks you with kisses

💌 Valentine's Day Date

You and Hisoka had spend time with friends all week long and now Valentine's day was your day to spend together. You didn't want to have to go out and about and around other people, you just wanted to spend time together and be in each other's presence. "Are you almost ready, dear?" Hisoka asked, clipping on his earrings. The two of you decided to grab some drinks and then go on a late night walk together. You thought the idea was amazing and very peaceful after a long week. "Yes, I'm ready!" You came out in a black dress that suit you perfectly and Hisoka couldn't help but smile. "Oh, love," he walked over to you and grabbed both of your hands. "You look amazing." "Thank you," you said, pressing a kiss onto Hisoka's cheek, leaving a little lipstick mark. "You look amazing too." "Oh, hush." He gave you a playful smack on the arm and you two walked out the door. --- After you two grabbed a quick drink, you decided to walk around a very empty trail. You two talked for hours, just enjoying each other's company and the fresh air you had been craving all week long. You walked until you couldn't feel your legs and all you were doing was laughing and holding Hisoka's hand. "I have an idea," Hisoka said slyly when he spotted a lone lake. "Do you wanna try something?" You gave Hisoka a skeptical look, but took his hand that he outstretched to you. "Sure, why not?" Hisoka ran over to the lake and stripped down, making you blush. "Hisoka, what are you-" You were immediately covered in water as he cannonballed into the lake. He brushed his wet hair out of his eyes and laughed. "Come on, y/n!" You laughed and followed suit, jumping in the water with him. The two of you splashed around for a while and then, when you got too cold, crawled out, wrapping up in your dry clothes. You laid on the cold dirt together with your hands interlocked and looked at the stars. "I love you, Hisoka." "I love you too. Happy Valentine's day." <3

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mystery date rules | pinned post @tonberry-yoda

#mystery date #hxh #i hope you love it #i love this clown and im not ashamed tbh #lmaooo #writing #my writing #matchup #matchups #valentine's event #hisoka #hisoka x reader #hxh x reader

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resiliencewithin · 1 year

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One day at a time

How do I feel? Minor tried/fog 😶‍🌫️. Clearer than the last two days. Mood just a smidge past neutral into low 😞.

Causes? Given how hard I pushed myself mentally to work on report cards yesterday I’m surprised I’m waking up better than the last two days.

How should I treat myself? Current evidence says I may be able to handle another ‘push’ day. so, I will try. however, I will also reassess as the day progresses. I know how burnout can sneakily build.

What leave goal-work/to-dos would be reasonable?

Mental - continue to focus on small breaks - ✔️meditate, ✔️TV, maybe a short walk (✔️bath), snacks/food.

Career - can I crack 3 hours of report card work again today?✔️ I actually hit 4 yesterday, but let’s not be greedy.✖️*

Physical - cardio 🏃‍♀️ actually felt good yesterday so I’m gonna aim for that again.✖️ Plus healthy snacking. Make chicken and broccoli 🥦 for dinner. ✔️

Still so many other things I want/need to be doing that are more personally important than report cards, but they need to stay out of mind and on the back burner. I made a choice, I accept my choice.

Finally,

I believe ♥️ in my capabilities.

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* the increased work on RCs has definitely started to show the toll that it is taking. My stress symptoms are appearing very physically these days— I had my weird internal shakes, chills and hot flashes, and indigestion, and just generally woozy at the end of the day.

On the one hand, I am very upset with myself because I can see how it’s hurting me and I promised myself I wouldn’t let it do this but at the same time I cannot make myself push off this work load onto my poor colleagues because I know how much it will hurt them. At this point, I’m able to hurt myself and still get it done, in theory, and hopefully have time to recover before I have to return to work. I have not yet hit a point where I just absolutely cannot do them.

I am not finding much success in accepting my choice.

It’s so frustrating to be on leave from work and have work still hurting you. Fuck teaching. 🖕🏻

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#mental health #mental illness #recovery #self care #resiliencewithin takes it one day at a time #leave 2023 #2023

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Heyo lovebug🐛♥️ I hope ur having a great day, congrats on 500 u deserve so much more bbs!! I was wondering if I could request Louisa for Paul dano characters pls

Btw sorry if this is messy I’ve never done this before…..

I’m 19yr, I’m petite and very pale ( I look like a vampire lowkey) my height is 5’2 I use she/her pronouns, 99% sure i have ocd but it hasn’t been confirmed yet, I have short brown hair with highlights ( it used to be pink highlights but they’re gone now loll) I wear glasses, I would describe my style to be kind of 80s a bit mixed with goth and a hint of cottagecore my aesthetic is so weird, I’m tomboyish but also a girly girl at times too I loveeee wearing baggy shirts and some sweat pants ( it’s my go too) I also have a few ear piercings, I love reading comics and playing video games ( lost of us is probably my favorite), and puzzles too I’m probably the biggest nerd you would ever meet lolll ( I like collecting figures and comics) I’m obsessed with music I could talk about it for hours if given the chance too, the song I’m currently obsessed with is bad habits by Steve lacy ( my favorite band is mook of course 😤and my favorite artist is Mac DeMarco) , I hope to pursue something in art in the future,I like to think I’m a creative person and oh I’m a movie nerd too

how I would describe myself : I’m the mom/funny friend, I’m ambivert but leaning into an introvert ( for some reason I’m not shy around introverts i suddenly get this boost of confidence… Idk tbh) I like having a small friend group, when u first meet me I’m shy and quite but when u get to know me I’m a total goofy ball lmaooo,I’m a very good listener, I’m also very supportive and loyal ( im the friend u can call when u need to bury a dead body loll ) i do have a resting bitch face sadly so I look intimidating it makes it hard for people to approach me🥲 ( i promise im nice cries) I’m very goofy I absolutely love making others laugh I thrive on it , I’m very determined person once I set my mind on something I have to do right , I’m very protective over my loved ones I would literally kill for them😀 I’m such a hopeless romantic I like listening to lovey dovey songs and create fake scenarios in my head ( I live in my head 24/7) a few of my bad habits is that i don’t know how express my emotions well anddd I hate crying in front of others…… I’m also very moody too ( I’m working on it I promise 🥲) oh my god I loveeeeeeeee showering people with complements and love I’m very affectionate towards my loved ones I love animals especially cats and birds,I like to think that I’m a very responsible person, I’m a very honest person too ( i don’t really like sugarcoating things but I have to at times) I can be really stubborn at times too, I would consider myself to be really chill, calm and lowkey sensitive.

Hobbies: reading, painting I can knit a bit but I’m better at crocheting ( I like making mushrooms for some reason) baking and cooking too I also used to play the piano but I stopped, ( I ALMOST FORGOT I ADORE FLOWERS SO MUCH ONE DAY I WANNA OWN A HUGE GARDEN) I think that’s it ( I’m a sucker for riddles I ain’t the best at them but I love how it keeps me thinking) I hope this is enough luv please take ur time and don’t forget to take breaks!!

Thank you!!!!!!!

Author's Note | first of all, you adding on your love for Hot Freaks in that separate ask wasn't dumb at all because I gave them a listen and now I'm in love with them too!! seriously, your vibes are fucking immaculate?? like fuck dude I wanna be your friend?? thank you for giving me so much to work with here!! I really hope you enjoy your matchup!!

I am pairing you with ✨ Edward!! ✨

You and Edward would be adorable together, I know it. For one, your loyalty and support would mean a lot to him (you did say you're the friend to call when a body needs to be buried /j). Truly, though, your love, honesty, and kindness would make him so incredibly happy. Edward is an introvert but he would feel so comfortable with you.

Edward would come up with different riddles for you to solve. And if he thinks up a particularly good one, he has to write it down. Even if you can't figure it out, he'll gently nudge you in the right direction every time. He just loves watching the cogs turn in your mind as you decipher something he put together since he's a huge geek himself.

Decorate his life with your crocheted mushrooms, comics, and figurines. He'd properly adore and cherish every mark that you've left on him in a way only Eddie can.

#strange trails milestone✨#danonation #paul dano #danocel #anon 15 #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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tripthelightfandomtastic · 2 years

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I hope that this question is okay. I’m trying to figure this out for myself but I’m not sure (and kinda scared) but how did you realise you were bi?

I think I may be but I’m having a hard time figuring it out. I thought I was always straight but I don’t think that’s right anymore. I also have some SA trauma with men so i don’t know if this is because of that…or if I am just actually bi. Idk, anyway, if you’re okay answering, thank you. ♥️😅

It's kind of difficult to explain. I just kinda began to figure it out when I was 17, I thought I really liked girls because they were really pretty and really nice but I didn't get nervous the way I did with guys, mainly because I'm also a girl and I know what girls are like. I also have always been a feminist and a big advocate for the LGBTQ (little did I know I was probably just projecting and maybe speaking like it was a subject that wasn't about me made it easier to talk about)

I think the biggest indication for me was just that when I watched porn I was more interested in watching the girl and then I started watching lesbian porn and I was like, "most girls must do this too, right?" But I never really talked about that with friends because OBVIOUSLY WHY WOULD I TALK ABOUT PORN WITH MY FRIENDS??? So later on in college I did theater and I did a lot of one on one scenes with this cute girl in my class (the guy weren't very good and there were not very many men for the scenes) so I being me a very chill person I was like "I mean, it can be a scene between two girls in a relationship?" So we did romantic scenes together and I really started to develop a crush on her. She was my first true girl crush and I was super interested in her.

I began to see that I must not be straight if everything I've said thus far was true about me. I also do have SA trauma but that's a whole other thing, I don't really think it impacted my sexuality though bc I felt this way before that happened.

So in short, don't feel like you have to come out or even label yourself with anything if you're still thinking on it. I thought I had to put myself in a mold that matched what I was experiencing. Lots of posts about being Bi talked about like being a bi woman means I like most women and like 1% of men, when my entire romantic history had been all men (up until super recently lol) and I felt and sometimes still feel like an imposter bc I'm not like the posts I've seen or stereotypes I've learned of a bisexual woman. But just know, you are more than the label and however you are feeling is 100% valid and is accepted in the LGBTQ community. There are lots of people who feel the way you do, I hope this helped you. If you ever wanna talk, please message my inbox. 💖

#my asks #lgbtq #bisexuality

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kwanisms · 1 year

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➥ virgin!Jongho × experienced!Reader summary: Movie nights in Jongho's dorm common room are usually uneventful, that is until he invites his best friend/girlfriend Y/N over. wc: 2.9k warnings: fem!reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): handjob, fingering, pet names (baby/babe, baby boy, etc), slight exhibitionism, dirty talk (if u squint), Jongho is a whiny and needy mess Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @wonderfulshinee @candidupped @dejavernon @violagoth @tigermoonbiss @katsukis1wife @luvsooby Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @cixrosie @rdiamond2727 @flowerboykun @sanjoongie @anyamaris @stardragongalaxy Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. You can join my taglist here.

a/n: I have no excuses lol I wanted to write more virgin!Jongho and a corruption kink so here we are lol I hope you enjoy reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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It had been about a week since your encounter with Jongho in his dorm room and since then, you'd been unable to get the image of him under you out of your mind.

The way he moaned, hands gripping your hips as you grinded against him. The way his face contorted in pleasure as he came, soiling his underwear with his cum.

Since then, you'd wanted to see what else you could show him.

Your chance came in the form of a text from Jongho.

Baby Bear🧸: hey do you have any plans tonight? You: I was just gonna stay in. Maybe watch a movie You: why? You wanna come over 😏 Baby Bear🧸: actually. I was gonna ask if you wanted to come over You: oh?? Baby Bear🧸: yeah, my dorm floor is having a movie night and I thought maybe you'd like to come over Baby Bear: it's been a while since we've seen each other Baby Bear🧸: if not, I understand. It was just a suggestion You: calm down Bear. I'd love to ♥️ Baby Bear🧸: really?? You: of course 🥰 what time? Baby Bear🧸: it starts at 7 but you don't have to show up then Baby Bear🧸: you could come later. It's up to you You: I'll be there 10 minutes early 🥰 Baby Bear🧸: … ♥️

True to your word, you arrived at ten till seven, texting Jongho you'd arrived so he could let you in. He'd checked with his RA and you were allowed to join as long as you were gone by curfew.

You'd showered and applied a small amount of makeup, put on your most comfortable hoodie and a pair of form fitting black leggings. They were not only practical because they were comfortable but they also hugged your hips, thighs, and ass very well.

Jongho obviously noticed as he was unable to take his eyes off you as he opened the door to the building. You walked in, hands tucked in your pockets as you tried to shake off the chill outside.

"You look nice," he said, an obvious edge to his voice as his eyes raked over your body. You smiled, reaching out to take his hand. "Shall we head up?" You tried to ignore the way he was clearly checking you out as you led him over to the elevator.

The ride up to the third floor was short and soon you were following Jongho into the common room where several other students on his floor were sitting, some laying on the floor on sleeping bags and pillows. You glanced around and noticed the huge spread of food and drinks in the adjoining kitchenette.

You turned to give Jongho a look and he merely shrugged.

"We take movie nights very seriously here."

You rolled your eyes as you followed him over to a spot on one of the couches and sat against the arm of the couch, allowing Jongho to squeeze between you and one of his neighbors.

The guy leaned forward to get another look at you. "Who's your friend, Jongho?" he asked, eyes scanning your body, settling on your thighs before looking back up to meet your gaze.

"Down, Wooyoung," Jongho snapped, wrapping an arm around your shoulders protectively. "Ooh, someone is possessive," Wooyoung said with a smirk. Another guy leaned forward, sitting on the other side of Wooyoung, looking at his friend.

"I swear, I can't take you anywhere. You're like a horny dog."

Wooyoung turned to glare at his friend.

"I am not!" he argued, looking indignant.

You saw another guy sit up from in front of the coffee table.

"No, San has a point. You'll flirt with anything female that stands on two legs," the other guy said, not even blinking when Wooyoung the a dirty look his way.

"Stay out of this, Yeosang," he grumbled.

You had to stifle your laughter as Jongho got up briefly to grab a blanket, covering both your laps with it. Jongho resumed the same position, resting his arm over the back of the couch behind you as the rest of the attendees filed in and took their spots.

You looked up as a man with black hair and an undercut entered the room from the kitchen. "Okay, food is ready, take turns and don't be greedy," he said as he looked around the room, eyes lingering on those who no doubt always snuck extra food.

You watched as the rest of the party filed into the small kitchen, slowly returning with plates and drinks. Once the kitchen seemed to be clear, Jongho turned to you.

"Come on," he said, leaning into you. "Before Wooyoung sneaks in there for a second plate."

You got up and followed Jongho into the kitchen. You grabbed a plate and looked over the options, excited to see different pizzas, snacks, cans of soda, and even some desserts set out.

You followed Jongho, grabbing whatever caught your eye before setting your plate down to grab a cup and a cold can of soda. Jongho came up behind you, setting his own plate down and reaching around you to get his own drink.

You felt him brush against you lightly and decided to tease him a bit.

When he leaned in to grab a cup, you pushed your ass back against him quickly. He grunted in your ear but just as quickly as it started, you pulled away, apologizing and trying to squeeze past him.

Jongho had set his cup down and his hands moved to your hips, holding you in place and forcing you against the counter. He grinded against your ass, muffling his groans in your shoulder.

"Jongho," you warned as his lips moved up your neck. "The movie."

Begrudgingly, Jongho conceded and let go of you, but not before pulling the collar of your sweatshirt aside and sinking his teeth into your skin, making your knees buckle and heat rush to your core.

"You tease me, I tease you right back," he whispered in your ear before pulling away, grabbing his plate and drink and nodded, signaling you to take the lead.

'That cheeky bastard.'

Upon returning to the common room, you took back your seat, pulled the blanket over your lap as you settled with your plate and cup. Jongho emerged moments later, taking up his seat next to you, murmuring a thanks as you helped cover his lap with the blanket.

The movie was one you'd seen before. Bram Stoker's Dracula from 1992. The content of the movie made you think back to the moment in the kitchenette when Jongho decided to sink his teeth into you.

He really must have wanted to tease you.

You sat eating your food silently as you watched the screen. About halfway into the film, Wooyoung passed out, head falling into the back of the couch as he lightly snored.

San on the other side showed no sign of sleepiness and was still wide awake when the second movie started. Van Helsing. Must be a supernatural movie kind of night.

You'd finally finished your food and was working on your second drink when you felt Jongho shift beside you. You glanced over, taking note of how he repositioned the blanket on his lap. It gave you a devious idea.

While his focus was on the movie, you shifted so you were turner, facing more towards him. One hand went under the blanket under the pretense of being cold.

While Jongho watched the movie, you watched him, waiting for the right opportunity.

It came when Jongho shifted, scooting closer to you, putting his thigh up against yours.

You heard Jongho's breath catch in his throat as you moved your hand experimentally, sliding your palm up his thigh, thankful for the thick fluffy blanket obscuring your actions.

"Y/N," he hissed under his breath. He was trying to sound intimidating but all you could hear was the desperation. Hear how badly he wanted to be touched.

"Stop," he whispered as your hand moved higher and higher, stopping just before his crotch. The gray sweats he wore weren't exactly form fitting and if you just barely shifted your hand, you knew you'd brushed against his cock.

"Do you really want me to stop, Bear?" Your voice was soft and low, so low only Jongho heard you. You watched as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth before shaking his head. "No"

Your hand continued, grazing over his pants, fingers brushing his hard cock lightly. "You're so hard," you teased, leaning in to rest your chin on his shoulder. When he didn't answer, you decided to push further.

You slipped your hand into his boxers, making him gasp. He played it off as a cough, biting into his bottom lip as your hand made contact with his hot skin. You took his cock in your hand, lightly stroking him while watching his face.

"Shit," he hissed, his hand disappearing under the blanket to grab your wrist. Using your free hand, you pulled his hand from your wrist and continued to stroke him slowly.

Glancing around quickly, you leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Lift the blanket a little."

Jongho looked at you like you'd lost your mind but you stared pointedly at him. Finally, he gave in and did as you asked.

With the blanket pulled back, you were able to pull the waistband of his sweats and boxers back.

It was too dark to properly see his cock but you were able to make out the tip and quickly, you leaned over, dropping a glob of spit onto the head of his cock and used it to lubricate your hand moving up and down the shaft.

Jongho had to hold back a moan as he watched you spit on his dick. You sat back up quickly, looking up at him with a smile as you continued to stroke him, twisting your wrist and carefully squeezing the base of his cock.

"Shit," I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

You sped up your movements, ignoring him trying to stop you.

"Ah, fuck, slow down," Jongho whispered, trying to keep his voice down and hold his moans in. Your hand only moved faster, stroking his cock quickly. You were playing a dangerous game as Wooyoung was sleeping right next to Jongho but San on the other side was fully awake, eyes glued to the television.

"If I slow down, someone might catch us, Bear," you whispered in his ear, your breath tickling his skin. Your lips trailed up the side of his neck, leaving light kisses as your hand continued to get him off under the blanket. You hadn't even bothered to take his cock out of his pants, simply slipping your hand into his boxers.

"Don't you wanna cum?" you asked in a honeyed voice. Jongho let out a choked whimper, hips chasing your hand, trying to match your movements. "Mhmm" he hummed. "Good boy," you whispered, giving his cheek a peck.

"Y/N," he whined, biting into his bottom lip to muffle the moan that followed your name. "That's it, baby boy," you murmured, watching Jongho's face, his brow furrowing, eyes shutting as his orgasm approached. "You're doing so well."

Jongho let a low moan escape him before quickly covering his mouth. "That's it. Let go," you added, noting how his hips bucked erratically to your movements. "Come on Jongho. Let go and come for me, baby," you encouraged.

Jongho turned his head, burying his face in your neck as he came with a muffle groan, hips stilling as he released in his underwear and all over your hand. Once you were sure he'd emptied his entire load, you carefully withdrew your hand and grabbed the napkins your snagged from the kitchen earlier to clean your hand before handing a few to him and helping him clean up the best you could.

Jongho turned to face you, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you into a messy kiss, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. He pulled back to breathe, giving you a couple short kisses before letting out a sigh.

"Thank you," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

He said nothing else as he got up and took the used napkins to discard. When he returned, he settled in next to you before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"You want to finish this movie or go to my room and I can… return the favor?" You smiled, shaking your head. "Let's finish the movie," you answered. "We have plenty of time to explore each other's bodies," you replied softly.

Jongho pouted slightly but nodded, turning his attention back to the television but you took his chin in your hand, turning his head to face you, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "I promise, you can return the favor another time," you added.

It was a few days later that Jongho showed up to your dorm on a Friday night after you let it slip that your roommate was going out with her boyfriend and most likely wouldn't be back until morning that Jongho made you fulfill your promise.

He'd shown up moments after your text at your door with your favorite snacks and drinks, demanding a movie night. You weren't going to argue, especially after the shit week you had.

The night progressed as you expected.

You started sitting side by side, feasting on the snacks and watching the movie and before long, Jongho was lying behind you as you watched the movie from this position.

One hand held his head up while the other was currently resting on your hip, thumb rubbing circles into the fabric of your leggings.

Soon, his hand started to wander and soon, he had you on your other side, leg hiked up his waist as his tongue fought yours for dominance. His hand moved up your thigh to your ass, grabbing it roughly. You moaned into his mouth as he grinded his hard cock against you.

You broke the kiss, moving your hand up his arm to his bicep, squeezing it lightly as his lips moved, kissing down your neck and stopping at your collar. "I wanna touch you," he whispered suddenly, making you chuckle.

"You are touching me, Jongho," you reminded him.

Jongho let out a frustrated groan, rolling you into your back.

"I'm being serious, Y/N," he quipped. "I want you to teach me how to touch you." Your free hand moved up to cup his cheek, eyes meeting his gaze. "Please?" he added for his measure.

Your resolve melted and you gave in. 'Weak.'

"Okay," you answered.

The moment the words left your lips, you regretted them.

Jongho had always been a smart guy, not to mention a quick learner. You should have learned your lesson when he learned how to undo your bra over your shirt with one hand after watching a video on it two times. The first two tries, he failed miserably but the third time, he managed to get it. Ever since then, he's been able to do it.

So you should have known that he'd pick up on your body language and quickly learn what you liked.

He'd taken his time teasing you over your leggings and then an even longer time touching you over your panties until you were practically dripping. Once he finally rid you of your black cotton panties, he spent a great amount of time inspecting your sex.

He'd lightly brush his thumb over your clit, watching how your body would jump. It only took a few minutes for him to have the basics down and soon, he had your thighs spread and was knuckles deep inside you with three fingers.

Your shirt was pushed up, chest exposed as Jongho teased your pert nipple with his tongue as his fingers moved in and out of your wet cunt with a loud, lewd squelching sound.

Your back arched off the mattress as your walls clenched around his fingers. It hadn't taken him long to learn to curl his fingers against the soft spongy spot inside you, coaxing you closer and closer to orgasm.

"Jongho!' you gasped, letting out a moan as he pressed against your clit with the heel of his hand, moving it in time with his fingers, pushing you towards the edge.

"You gonna cum?" Jongho murmured against your skin.

"Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me?"

The moan you let out was low and loud.

"That's it, baby," he echoed your words to him from before.

"You're doing so good."

Jongho learned that not only did you like giving praise but you liked receiving it as well.

"Good girl," he cooed as your walls tightened once more, your thighs shaking as your orgasm washed over you.

Your hips moved, matching Jongho's pace as you ride out your high. Your best friend turned boyfriend smiled at you as you slowly came down from your climax.

He leaned over, placing a kiss on your lips.

"How was that?" he asked in between kisses.

You let out a deep but content sigh. "Perfect," you answered, pushing your shirt down.

"That was perfect, Jongho."

Jongho withdrew his fingers, taking the clean towel and used it to wipe his fingers and hands before carefully cleaning your skin.

"Your face is really red, babe," Jongho noted. You chuckled as you propped yourself up. "Yeah, that happens sometimes," you replied. Jongho leaned over, grabbing your panties and helped you slide into them. "What do you wanna do now?" he asked as you slipped your leggings back on and got up.

"Well I need to pee but do you wanna finish that movie?"

Jongho nodded, watching as you walked towards the door leading to the hall. "And we can cuddle?" he asked softly. You nodded.

"Of course we can cuddle, babe."

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plussizeappreciationfics · 2 years

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This is the person who asked about Simu Liu earlier — so glad to hear that you write about him! ☺️ Could you write a one shot of him with a hispanic reader? Maybe something that starts out as sweet/comforting where they’re having a nice chill day at home with their pets (his dog + her cat) and they’re both just snuggling on the couch together watching tv, but then he starts getting really affectionate + touchy-feely with her and she can’t concentrate on the tv anymore, lol. They end up having some great sex (with lots of praise + body worship for her from him)? Please and thank you ♥️

I gotchu babe!

Loving on the couch

“Mhm…” you when when Simu gently cupped your covered breasts with his warm hands, your eyes closing for a few seconds and tuning out the Ant Man movie that was playing on your TV screen. “You like that, don’t you?” he groaned, his lips already on your neck and the movie long forgotten to him. You nodded your head and sighed in content.

The whole day had been nothing but relaxing and pleasant, you and the Canadian actor having spent the whole day at your shared home, playing with your cats and dogs and doing the chores together while dancing along to your Spotify playlists. You loved these days, where you had your lover all to yourself and he enjoyed it just as much as you did. About forty five minutes ago, the two of you had decided to watch some Marvel movies but the second the two of you lied down on the couch and cuddled, Simu couldn’t get enough of your body.

He was lying behind you, his front pressed tightly to your backside and his strong arms wrapped around your thick waist. It was a few minutes ago where his hands started roaming your body, exploring every inch of your soft and warm skin.

“You smell so good” he whispered, his hands still cupping your breasts. You moaned, lust rushing through your body. His lips continued to kiss up and down your neck while your hips started to grind back against his, already feeling his hardening cock through his short sweats. “I want you so much” Simu whispered, turning your head gently towards him so that you could face him. You couldn’t help but get lost in his dark brown eyes, clouding so much love and desire for you.

“Then have me” you whispered back before leaning for a passionate kiss, the butterflies going crazy in your stomach while your arousal started to gather in between your thighs. The actor groaned in your both while you hooked your leg up and placed it on top of his, allowing one of his hands to travel down your shorts and right into your underwear.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already” he praised once his gifted fingers started to rub your swollen clit, moving in circular motion to which you let out a loud moan and broke the kiss. You quickly got off the couch and chuckled when your boyfriend whined from the loss of skin contact. Your loud breathing echoed through the living room while the two of you quickly got undressed, your eyes never looking away from one another as the silent agreement to get lost in one another’s bodies was very understandable.

Your boyfriend shuffled around so that you could lie back down on the couch, waiting until you were comfortably lying on your back and a couch cushion supporting your head. A smile crept upon your face when Simu got comfortable in between your legs while admiring your beautiful body. “ You are so beautiful, every inch of you is for worshipping” he whispered, his arms wrapped around your thick waist and his lips already leaning down to meet yours in another passionate tango of kisses.

Your soft moans and whispers filled the living room while the two of you started grinding your sex against one another. Shivers running down your spine, your head spinning and toes curling every time the tip of Simu’s hard cock smoothly moved up and down against your swollen clit.

He pulled away breathlessly from your lips before winking at you, loving the grin you gave him in return. He then aligned his cock at your drenched entrance before slowly pushing in and filling you up all the way. You whimpered at the sensational feeling of being stretched and filled all the way up, your inner walls happily welcoming him. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust while complimenting how deliciously wet you were.

“You’re gonna be the death for me if you continue to talk like this” you whispered while basking into all the compliments you were receiving. Without a further word, Simu started moving inside of you, his thrust steady and deep while moaning your name in ecstasy. Your eyes softly closed as you lost yourself into the sensational pleasure, being unable to keep quiet for a second.

Your hips met his thrusts and grinds in the middle and only brought more pleasure to the two of you. Simu snuck his hands down to your clit and started stroking it at the same pace of his hips, driving you absolutely crazy. Your hands dug tightly into the sweaty skin of his shoulders while you cried out his name in pleasure, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until you’d reach your high.

“Look at my darling, so fucking beautiful”.

“S-Simu…”

“I know baby, I know how you feel and fuck, you feel like heaven baby girl”

“I-I’m close…”

Simu increased the pace of his hips, snapping them hard and fast against yours, the tip of his throbbing cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly. The delicious knot formed in the pit of your stomach and you loved every second of the intense pleasure. Your named tumbled loudly off his lips over and over again, making your head spin while opening your eyes and staring at his handsome face that was showing nothing but pleasure.

Seconds later, the knot in your lower stomach tightening more until all the tension released itself in a delicate wave of intense shivers and spasms of your inner walls. “Simu!” you moaned loudly, almost sounding like you were crying while the pleasurable contractions continued to milk your lover’s cock, every spurt of his hot release making you draw in a deep breath. Your body was shaking, toes curled up tightly while the waves of your orgasm continued to wash over you.

Simu was choking on air as his orgasm was coming to an end, he stared down at your face and mouthed “So fucking beautiful” while sloppily moving his hips, giving his final motions to get you through your high.

By the time you were completely spent and left a quivering mess, he slowly slid out of you and collapsed on top of you. His weight being happily welcomed by you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tried catching your breath.

“I love you so much” Simu panted, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck and inhaling your delicate scent. “I love you more” you whispered back, your body relaxing against the couch and enjoying the comfortable silence that now filled the living room.

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crackers4jenn · 3 years

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I was going to do a very long, very thorough and detailed post about the j2m panel from jib10, about how it’s THE BEST worst one, but it got out of control sooo instead I’m going to list my top 5 favorite things about this hour long wild ride.

No. 1 “Hey, you know what I haven’t told you today? That I love you.”

The panel begins SO NICELY. Jensen’s running a few minutes late, Misha starts things off solo making jokes about bathroom issues. But then Jensen joins him and the first thing he does is drop that “I love you” line.

Of course, because it's them two, they joke that the reason he hasn’t said it is because he doesn’t love him, but this interaction basically sums up how the Misha/Jensen portion of the panel plays out. Lots of sweetly sincere moments undercut with teasing humor.

FOR EXAMPLE:

As they’re deciding what to do, Jensen tells Misha, “I always have so much fun with you.”

“WE LOVE YOU, MISHA!” someone screams / “Thanks, Misha’s mom!” Jensen mocks.

After Misha's floundering metaphor about dad puns, Jensen wraps his arm around Misha’s shoulder, who jokingly asks if this is an intervention. “Let’s call it an extra-medium intervention” Jensen says, and you can practically see the wheels spinning in Misha’s brain before he blurts, “you mean like my shirt size?” This, of course, is peak comedy and Jensen doubles over laughing.

Misha reveals he's actually wearing Jared’s t-shirt (“Are you really?” Jensen stops what he’s saying to ask) and calls it “triple extra-medium.” Very chill, Jensen tells him, “Hm. That’s cute.”

“Say what you will, but. You don’t get number one on the call sheet army-crawling into the set just to physically harm actors on camera.” / “It is pretty sweet.” / “That’s it, it'll never happen again.” / “It’s pretty special.” AND THEN THIS SAPPY, SENTIMENAL GAZE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT:

Misha tells Jensen, “On the set of Supernatural, though, there’s always been—you know, I showed up, I was the new kid on the block, and I showed up the beginning of season four—but it was incredibly welcoming, incredibly warm, incredibly um… I don’t know, like just—there were all these efforts made to make, you know, new actors coming in feel welcomed. And I think that’s—very rare.” Jensen says, “Well, to be honest, it was—I was finally like, 'Ah! I'm not the short one.’” Ha ha ha!

No. 2 “Alright, driver, what're we listening to?”

You wanna pinpoint the defining moment this panel is doomed to go down in flames, here it is. As soon as Jensen sits down for the first time, almost instantly, he realizes him and Misha are on the wrong sides. Usually he's on Misha’s left.

But when he gets up to fix this, Misha gives him a look and a lil patronizing, “let’s switch it up, let’s try something different.”

AND SO we enter a Community-esque darkest timeline with this roll of the dice Misha so casually threw into the air without any regard for where we'd land. You know that gif of Troy walking into his and Abed’s apartment and the place is on fire? THAT IS THIS PANEL IN A NUTSHELL ♥️

No. 3 “Sorry, that was a little fondle-y.”

This just makes me laugh and laugh because there are several other moments when they touch each other as equally fondle-y. When they first hug on stage, Misha’s hand lingers. TWICE. When Misha makes a ball-busting gesture that he regrets half a second later, he grabs Jensen’s knee and laughs, “help me.” And Jensen pats his knee right back. The head on the shoulder, the arm Jensen wraps around Misha's back and KEEPS there for like a solid minute, etc etc, it's all just as fondle-y!

So why this moment of casual touching feels different enough for Misha to call it out, who the heck knows, but lol forever at Jensen's 'didn't see me protesting though' lift of his eyebrows.

Anyway, here's a gif of Misha groping Jensen's arm but not, I guess, fondling it:

No. 4 “Misha’s usually the middle.”

Jared, from the second he's on stage and throughout the entirety, is there to stir up chaos. One of the first things he does is tug Misha towards Jensen, to the middle chair, with the claim that Misha's always in the middle. Innuendo aside, this is just... decidedly not true, as the simplest "j2m panel" youtube search proves. A-like so:

Sure, okay, 3 out of the 12 instances I grabbed here do have him in the middle, but I feel about 80% confident those are the only existing times in Misha's 12 year history with spn where he was.

So, insinuations aside, with this comment Jared sets the tone PERFECTLY for how his inclusion is going to go. He is there to fuck things up, and fuck things up he does.

Misha asks Jensen about a dream he had (see gif below) and Jared immediately stumbles to his feet with a, "WOW. Woah, this just got really romantic."

Jared finds some, you know, vaguely genital-shaped balloons to first thrust at Misha and then Jensen. ("Y'all are fucked up," Jensen tells them lololol.)

When a destiel question gets asked, Jared scoots his chair around so he can gaze expectantly at Jensen.

BASICALLY, he is equal parts a meddler, an instigator, and an enabler to the chaos.

Misha says, "Dean doesn't like it when Cas stands in his doorway and watches him sleep." Jared laughs, "Because he's naked!" with great delight.

No. 5 Astute Misha

I wouldn't say Jensen was a ray of genuine sunshine at the start of the panel, but he was trying to entertain at least. As soon as Jared gets onstage, he just nosedives into this scowling, sarcastic, mocking, aggressive dick of a human being. I say that laughingly! He mocks the crowd for "woo!"ing over the 'destiel is canon' shirt then gets confrontational over "where" destiel supposedly is, he shushes Misha and Jared, he imitates Jared like a lil brat--at one point he shoots his arm out to shut Jared up and barrels right over his words with a "no, we're done." IT'S A LOT.

But EVERY TIME, Misha's able to swoop in and distract him. When Jensen's going full-on aggro over the destiel shirt, Misha gets him to sit down and calm down. When the fan asks about how Dean and Cas's s15 relationship will develop, Misha jokes, "I think that the relationship is going pretty well" and finallyyy Jensen cracks a smile.

And Misha just gets so attentive to and tactile with Jensen, who just keeps glaring and like, mentally shuffling through his life's events to see where he went wrong to have had it lead to this.

Whenever Jensen isn't engaging, Misha purposely prompts him with a question or a look or an aside, to include him, to pull him out of his funk. A couple times he tells a dumb joke that Jensen is the only human being in the world who would laugh at it, and it WORKS.

I don't know what prophet thought to arm the front row with water guns, because by the end clearly Jensen needed a cool down.

But there Misha is with his damage control, offering a grip and a joke, and Jared drops some innuendo with the whole "Misha's the only one who didn't flinch" joke and it all ends so wonderfully TENSE.

Anyway, what a panel. 10 out of 10!

#i feel good now that this is out of my brain and onto tumblr #jensen ackles #misha collins #cockles #this 'ship is called cockles okay?

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