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BYE STOP YOURE TOO SWEET ILY

i loveee your writing too <3 looking forward to more of your work!!

king of my heart- leo valdez + reader ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary: the war with gaea is over and you and leo finally have time to be together— no prophecies, monsters, or quests. and all at once, this is all you’ve been waiting for paring: leo valdez x reader warnings: shameless fangirling over taylor swift, mentions of alcohol at a house party bc i was following the lyrics of the song (please drink responsibly and no, i don’t condone underage drinking so please don’t do it 😭), kissing! a/n: king of my heart is my third favorite taylor swift song so writing this was a fun

as you were applying your lipgloss, a tube of mascara rolled off of your vanity and onto your cabin’s floor. picking it up, you turned to piper and annabeth, zoning back into their conversation about taylor swift and renee rapp.

“annie i can't BELIEVE you would rather see taylor over renee!” piper laughed

“what can i say, mastermind is a like, one of my top songs on spotify” annabeth giggled in defense, leaning over from laughing too hard

“what about you y/n?” piper asked, laying down on your bed, using her elbows to prop herself up

“guys, the war with gaea is over now. why don’t we just see both of them? you dad has that actor money anyways” you pointed a finger at piper and raised an eyebrow

“oh yeah, i hadn’t thought of that” piper said

the giant war ended about three hours ago, but after everyone chugged three cups of coffee (percy drank a Coke and left the red can on your vanity) they all decided to head to the dionysus cabin for a party

what else screams “congrats! you survived a war against the literal goddess of the earth at the ripe age of 16” than a house party?

either way, it didn’t matter. the war was over and you guys didn’t have any prophecies, monsters, or quests to worry about— for five days at least (if zeus and the fates were being nice)

piper and annabeth's argument was cut short when a knock was heard at the cabins door. standing outside was leo, ready to take you to the party, and ready to forget everything bad that happened just a couple of hours ago.

“woah, mi amor” he smiled that smile that only comes up when he’s around you. “you look gorgeous”

“you don’t look too bad yourself, hot stuff” you giggled as he wrapped his hands around your waist. piper whistled and annabeth smacked her upside the head. leo’s stuck his tongue out at piper, but not before kissing your jawline.

“percy is still getting ready i think, see you guys there” and he offered his arm to you. you giggled at the gesture and accepted.

the walk to the dionysus cabin was about five minutes, but that was because leo kept on stopping to either kiss you or tell you how beautiful you looked.

“gods i can’t believe the war is finally over” you said

“i know right! i was so stressed my hair was starting to fall out, and we all know i could not pull off the bald look” leo said, running his fingers through his curls while talking

“oh yeah, please don’t ever get a buzz, your curls are literally my favorite thing about you”

“not my insane strength, charming personality, or crazy good-looks?” he asked smugly

“oh yeah, you’re definitely the one i’ve been waiting for”

“taylor swift reference?”

“you know it, lee”

leo held the door open for you as you walked into the cabin. travis stoll was cooking as a dj, blasting “DJ got us falling in love” by USHER and pitbull. some hephaestus kids had set up club lights and there were snacks and drinks some hermes kid snuck in from the nearest convenience store.

in the center of the dancefloor you saw jason hitting the sprinkler and then the robot. you and leo looked at each other, you with a face of pure terror and leo suppressing his laughs

leo cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed “YEAH JASON EAT THE DANCEFLOOR UP”

jason simply responded by giving you guys a thumbs up and a smile, then the song switched over to party in the usa

“WOOOO” jason screamed, and then he proceeded to “put his hands up and nod his head like, yeah”

leo gently pulled you to the drinks table and poured you a cup of punch (that may or may not have had booze) before pouring some for himself

“you wanna dance?” he looked down at you and smiled

“of course i do, but we better watch out, jason is on his way to winning a Dance Moms competition” you said as you turned to the blonde, who was now asking annabeth to join in on his choreographed dance routine

“oh yeah, i am way too sober for this” leo laughed while he shook his head

the two of you then walked to the dancefloor as on the floor by JLO started playing.

dancing with leo was fun, it always was. you remembered those late nights on the argo ll, the ones that belonged to just the two of you. slow dancing on deck when you were supposed to be on duty and he was supposed to be asleep. or those fun nights when you guys allowed yourselves to be teenagers without the weight of the world on your shoulders; when everyone would get together and play just dance, you and leo always pairing up and dancing to Crazy in Love (you guys always won).

in this moment, though, anyone could tell you weren’t just dancing. in a crowd of so many people, it was just you two. it was always just you two, y/n and leo, the child of (g/p) and the son of hephaestus, the lover and the loved, the sun and midnight rain. dancing to JLO with leo was somehow more romantic than you could ever imagine. maybe it’s because you were happy the war was over, or maybe it’s the way he looked at you, but the world was right in front of you in this very moment, not around you.

“hey,” you said slightly out of breath, “let’s go to the roof” leo nodded and placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the vine-covered staircase that led to the dionysus cabin’s domed roof.

your red solo cup didn't leave your hand. you turned to leo and clinked yours with his.

“a toast to us and not dying” you said

“a toast to how good you look in that dress” leo smirked. you slapped his arm lightly and put your hand in his pocket

“you know leo, i really love you” you blurted out

“you know i love you, too, y/n, and i know you love me. but i mean, who wouldn’t?” he smiled over at you and you laughed

“no i’m serious!” he laughed, “everyone’s so lucky i’m not famous because i would be putting so many models out of jobs”

“oh well aren’t i lucky i was able to pull you before some super model did?”

“i actually think it was the opposite way around” leo said shyly, cheeks red and fingers nervously tapping on his thigh

in truth, you two were lucky to find each other. if you had to choose between the gifts leo made for you or fancy stuff you saw in store displays when percy took you around nyc, or those boys that tried to date you by showing off their Jaguars and Range Rovers, the obvious answer was leo. no, they didn’t take you the way leo did. and leo’s broken bones? they were finally mending because of you.

“i have an idea” leo said slowly, with his hands together

“i am not doing karaoke with you later.” you said

“i was wondering if you wanted to- wait there’s karaoke later?”

“yeah, jason suggested it”

“oh that’s not what i was going to ask you… uhm anyways! why don’t we maybe, possibly, go to bunker nine?”

you knew what leo wanted to say but was at a loss of words for. there was hardly any time to hang out for the past two weeks because of the prophecy. what better way to celebrate than to spend some time with leo?

“lead the way, repair boy.”

you knew the path to bunker nine by heart. hands in each other’s pockets, you and leo talked and joked, his heart beating out of his chest each time he made you laugh.

entering the bunker you threw your heels off and leo handed you a pair of blue fuzzy socks.

“i kept these in my pocket incase you wanted to change out of your heels. i didn’t know if they would be uncomfortable for you or not” he said casually

after changing into a shirt he “left behind” (he kept it there just for you) and a pair of sweatpants he had incase the pants he was wearing got stained by oil or singed by fire (once again, he kept them there just for you) you laid down next to him on a bed the hephaestus kids had in case they were working late nights

hours passed but they felt like seconds. you and leo talked and kissed and loved and did everything in between. under the blankets, you traced stars around his scars as he kissed your collarbone with an open mouth.

it was late in the night now, the camp was asleep. his lips tasted like luxury, and to leo, your touch was worth a million lifetimes. he began to run his hand up and down your back, his touch gentle and sweet.

“y’know, i really have different priorities now” he stated

“oh?” you questioned, fingers running through his curls

“yeah i mean, before i was pretty worried about the world ending but now i’m just worried about whether or not you’re cold right now— do you have enough blankets?— and if we’ve broken the world record for kissing.”

“i have enough blankets and we probably did break the record, but we should kiss a few more times, you know, just to be safe” and you pressed a kiss to his slightly parted lips as he sighed softly

“i like spending nights with you, y/n. things aren’t ending anymore, at least, it doesn’t feel like my life is ending, which is a pretty nice change in pace to be honest,” he was rambling now, “but what i meant to say is that you’re the one i’ve been waiting for.” he didn’t make eye contact as he said this, but you knew the look in his eyes— in love and more in love.

“someone’s in the mood to watch the notebook,” you teased, and he looked embarrassed, “leo i feel the exact same way, you’re the king of my heart. and i want your midnights too, but maybe we shouldn’t miss jason and percy singing along to “feel this moment” at karaoke next time” and with that, you pressed your body to his, fingers interlocked, noses touching. you both knew you would miss jason and percy humiliating themselves over and over again just to be in each other’s presence.

leo looked at you. his pupils were dilated, his curls messy, and his forehead and neck slightly sweaty. he would go through everything- his mothers death, the times he ran away, the quests and the war, all again if it meant he could be with you. he would do it more than once too, he knew that for a fact.

and all at once, you had everything you’ve been waiting for

a/n pt. 2: it’s my first fanfic do u guys like it 🫶

i have no one to tag but i feel like @jgracie, @hopelesslyromanticshark, @hope92100, @s1utlvr, @waitingonher, @kekaki-cupcakes @ssparksflyy might like this! 💌

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waitingonher · 22 days

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where is my irl clarisse?? helllooooo

THOSE SUMMER NIGHTS ⋆.ೃ࿔*

word count: 0.1k || masterlist

summary: campfire w your girlfriend!! apollo!fem!reader

author's note: really short clarisse blurb for u gays guys

you shiver when a cold gust of wind blows against your back. you and clarisse are sitting on a log together, around the campfire. she has one arm around you and one holding two sticks with marshmallows over the fire.

"you cold, sunshine?" she asks. she adjusts her arm over you slightly, pulling you closer to her body.

"mhm," you hum.

"hold these," she say, handing you the sticks. you grab them, watching as she pulls her jacket off, revealing her tank top. her arms flex slightly as she drapes her jacket around your shoulders. she takes the sticks from you and puts her arm around you once again.

"won't you get cold?" you ask, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. despite your girlfriend's jacket keeping you warm, you could still feel the chill in the summer air.

"nah," she replied, kissing your head. "i'll be fine, babe."

you smile up at her, and she smiles back. "i love you," you say, reaching up to cup her face.

she rolled her eyes. "yeah, yeah, i love you too, sunshine," she mumbled, capturing your lips with hers.

#blessing my feed as always liz <3 #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader

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waitingonher · 22 days

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oh this is genuinely the highlight of my day. SO SO CUTE IM DYING

king of my heart- leo valdez + reader ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

“annie i can't BELIEVE you would rather see taylor over renee!” piper laughed

“what can i say, mastermind is a like, one of my top songs on spotify” annabeth giggled in defense, leaning over from laughing too hard

“what about you y/n?” piper asked, laying down on your bed, using her elbows to prop herself up

“guys, the war with gaea is over now. why don’t we just see both of them? you dad has that actor money anyways” you pointed a finger at piper and raised an eyebrow

“oh yeah, i hadn’t thought of that” piper said

what else screams “congrats! you survived a war against the literal goddess of the earth at the ripe age of 16” than a house party?

either way, it didn’t matter. the war was over and you guys didn’t have any prophecies, monsters, or quests to worry about— for five days at least (if zeus and the fates were being nice)

“woah, mi amor” he smiled that smile that only comes up when he’s around you. “you look gorgeous”

“percy is still getting ready i think, see you guys there” and he offered his arm to you. you giggled at the gesture and accepted.

the walk to the dionysus cabin was about five minutes, but that was because leo kept on stopping to either kiss you or tell you how beautiful you looked.

“gods i can’t believe the war is finally over” you said

“i know right! i was so stressed my hair was starting to fall out, and we all know i could not pull off the bald look” leo said, running his fingers through his curls while talking

“oh yeah, please don’t ever get a buzz, your curls are literally my favorite thing about you”

“not my insane strength, charming personality, or crazy good-looks?” he asked smugly

“oh yeah, you’re definitely the one i’ve been waiting for”

“taylor swift reference?”

“you know it, lee”

in the center of the dancefloor you saw jason hitting the sprinkler and then the robot. you and leo looked at each other, you with a face of pure terror and leo suppressing his laughs

leo cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed “YEAH JASON EAT THE DANCEFLOOR UP”

jason simply responded by giving you guys a thumbs up and a smile, then the song switched over to party in the usa

“WOOOO” jason screamed, and then he proceeded to “put his hands up and nod his head like, yeah”

leo gently pulled you to the drinks table and poured you a cup of punch (that may or may not have had booze) before pouring some for himself

“you wanna dance?” he looked down at you and smiled

“oh yeah, i am way too sober for this” leo laughed while he shook his head

the two of you then walked to the dancefloor as on the floor by JLO started playing.

your red solo cup didn't leave your hand. you turned to leo and clinked yours with his.

“a toast to us and not dying” you said

“a toast to how good you look in that dress” leo smirked. you slapped his arm lightly and put your hand in his pocket

“you know leo, i really love you” you blurted out

“you know i love you, too, y/n, and i know you love me. but i mean, who wouldn’t?” he smiled over at you and you laughed

“no i’m serious!” he laughed, “everyone’s so lucky i’m not famous because i would be putting so many models out of jobs”

“oh well aren’t i lucky i was able to pull you before some super model did?”

“i actually think it was the opposite way around” leo said shyly, cheeks red and fingers nervously tapping on his thigh

“i have an idea” leo said slowly, with his hands together

“i am not doing karaoke with you later.” you said

“i was wondering if you wanted to- wait there’s karaoke later?”

“yeah, jason suggested it”

“oh that’s not what i was going to ask you… uhm anyways! why don’t we maybe, possibly, go to bunker nine?”

“lead the way, repair boy.”

you knew the path to bunker nine by heart. hands in each other’s pockets, you and leo talked and joked, his heart beating out of his chest each time he made you laugh.

entering the bunker you threw your heels off and leo handed you a pair of blue fuzzy socks.

“i kept these in my pocket incase you wanted to change out of your heels. i didn’t know if they would be uncomfortable for you or not” he said casually

“y’know, i really have different priorities now” he stated

“oh?” you questioned, fingers running through his curls

and all at once, you had everything you’ve been waiting for

a/n pt. 2: it’s my first fanfic do u guys like it 🫶

i have no one to tag but i feel like @jgracie, @hopelesslyromanticshark, @hope92100, @s1utlvr, @waitingonher, @kekaki-cupcakes @ssparksflyy might like this! 💌

#im so so happy u tagged me omfg #i need leo exponentially its not funny #the way you write him is everytthinggggg #hey siri how to teleport into a piece of writing #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader

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waitingonher · 27 days

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THIS IS SO FUNNY

emmy -> emma, emily, grammy, em, mia & emmaline.

whoever wants to participate please do it

Pjo and riordanverse blogs,

What do yall think Mr. D would call you??

Saffron -> sink frame ,sand from, sack from

Tagging: @rlqfpdl

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waitingonher · 28 days

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ korra and her love languages

i. korra whose love language is physical touch. korra whose love language is physical touch because she finds solace in the warmth of your touch.

if she could, korra would spend the rest of her life like this, with you nestled in her arms as the sun rises to paint republic city in hues of oranges and pinks. there’s nothing like waking up to a beautiful girl next to a beautiful sunrise. korra lays there silently, playing with a strand of your hair.

in about an hour, she has to carry the weight of the avatar, but right now in this quiet corner of the world, korra wants nothing more than to just be ‘(y/n)’s girlfriend.’ and so she does.

her eyes roam over your figure, drinking it all in. how did i get so lucky? from your cascading hair, to your plump lips, to your soft hands that just seem to flawlessy fit in her own, korra never knew it was possible to be this perfect. all her life people have only seen her as just the avatar, but you were the first to see her as just korra. you were the first to treat her as if she wasn’t some expendable end all be all to the world's problems.

“(y/n),” korra starts, the back of her hand grazing your cheek. her voice is barely above a whisper, “i know i don’t say it as much as i should, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i love you so much and i-”

beep. beep. beep.

“stupid alarm.” she mutters, reaching to shut it off.

with a soft groan, your eyes flutter open slowly, the warmth of korra's touch lingering on your skin. as consciousness filters in, you feel the strong arms of your girlfriend pulling you close.

“good morning, baby,” she whispers, placing gentle kisses on your forehead.

with a contented sigh, you gaze up at korra, smoothing out her tousled hair, “mm, good morning.”

she chuckles at your groggy voice before placing a final kiss on your crown. making efforts to rise from her position, she untangles herself from the bedsheets, “i’ll get the tea going. we’ve got a busy day ahead of us,” she sighs.

“korra,” you draw out her name. reaching for her arm, you gently tug on the sleeve of her pajamas, a silent plea for her to stay, “please my love, stay. ten more minutes?”

you flash her your signature puppydog eyes, your lips pulled downwards, eyes widened. and as easily as that, korra’s resolve falters. how can she say no to you? especially when you look so beautiful, your tired eyes looking up at her so sweetly and your open arms inviting her back to the comfort of your touch.

“well…” she gives you that saccharine smile you’ve always been fond of, and that’s when you know you’ve got her, “i guess the world can wait another hour for their avatar.”

and she climbs back into bed.

ii. korra whose love language is quality time. korra whose love language is quality time because amongst all of her avatar duties, she'll always want to come home to you.

the arctic hen sizzles beautifully on the pan as you take in the fragrant aroma of the kitchen. it’s savory from the arctic hen, yet delicately sweet from the cookies in the oven. you dance around, tending to the sea prune stew and seaweed stir fry. checking the clock, it reads 6:46pm, serving as a gentle reminder of korra’s anticipated return by 7:00pm.

everything is perfect.

after all, it is korra’s birthday. it has to be perfect.

you begin plating everything, attempting to replicate the elegant plating from a mover that you had watched over the weekend. a little smear of sauce. some accent dots. and finally…seaweed flakes for garnish. clapping your hands together, you take a step back from the dining room table, admiring your hard work. as if on cue, you hear the front door slide open.

“babe, i’m home! wow it smells really go-”

“happy birthday, my love!" you exclaim, catching korra off guard as you dash over and envelop her in a tight embrace. stepping back slightly, you tenderly sweep a stray lock of hair behind her ear, your eyes overflowing with affection. leaning in once more, you share a deep, heartfelt kiss, your whispered words carrying the weight of your emotions. "i love you so much, korra.”

she swears she’ll never get used to you doing that, her rapid heartbeat a testament to that. korra chuckles, her hands finding purchase on your waist, “i love you too. now, what smells so good?”

her gaze wanders the kitchen, taking in the familiar sights, as you gently grasp her hands, guiding her toward the dining room. as korra enters, a gasp escapes her lips, and she feels a rush of emotion at the sight before her. the table is adorned with an array of dishes, each one a cherished memory from her childhood, meticulously prepared with love.

with a sheepish smile, you guide her to the two wooden chairs at the table, “now i know it’s not a lot. but i asked your mom for the recipes so i hope you like-”

korra shuts you up with a kiss. her hands again find their way to your hips, holding you. and by the look in her eyes, you know that she's been needing this. korra knows she’s never exactly been the best with words, so she hopes you understand what she’s trying to say, “(y/n), it’s perfect.”

you lean into her side, a sigh of relief escaping you, “oh good, i was so worried you’d hate it.”

your girlfriend turns to you, an expression of disbelief painted on her face, “what? babe, i’d love it even if you were a bad cook.”

“what about the time i burned the seal jerky?”

“okay maybe that’s the exception. how do you even burn jerky?”

“hey! you were distracting me!”

iii. korra whose love language is acts of service. korra whose love language is acts of service because when she’s not out there saving the world, she’s making sure her baby is taken care of.

if there were a competition for the worst worst day ever, today’s events would take the cake. first, you and korra totally overslept, thus causing you to be late to your crucial work meeting. after a solid ten minutes of your boss’s scolding, of course, your coworker just had to call out sick, and just like that, you had to complete his portion of the work project. oh and for the cherry on top, your favorite lunch spot was inexplicably closed.

today was not your day, you conclude.

with a heavy heart, you trudge homeward, with nothing but your bothersome chores in mind. fold the laundry, dust the shelves, reorganize the desk…each task more dismaying than the last.

unlocking the front door, your ears are met with the quiet melody of an upbeat jazz tune. that’s strange. there’s never really music playing unless you’re home. then you’re greeted by naga, her gargantuan head nuzzling your side. and it’s even stranger, usually korra’s the first to welcome you home, “naga,” you stroke the top of her head, white fur as fluffy as always, “where’s korra?”

the polar bear dog offers you a hushed bark as her nose points you to your shared bedroom, “thanks girl.”

you find the door closed, the music resonating softly from the room. as the door swings open, you’re met with korra precariously balancing on her tippytoes, diligently dusting the shelves. the rest of the room seems to be spotless, the laundry basket empty and your desk absolutely pristine.

“korra?”

at the sound of your voice, your girlfriend whirls around, almost surprised, “(y/n)! hi! you’re home early.”

you chuckle, her crooked smile on display, “yeah, i spilled stew on my pants so i got to go home,” you gesture to the brown stain on your thigh, “but wait, wasn’t i supposed to do all of this? you only had to do the dishes and clean the bathrooms.”

“yeah, i know,” she lilts. korra’s grin widens as she hops down from the wooden stool, meeting you where you stand. her hands come up to rest on your waist and she plants a sweet kiss on your lips, “but i did them all anyways.”

your astonishment quickly melts into gratitude. maybe today isn’t as bad as you had thought, “but…but when did you even have the time? didn’t you have to meet with the city council?”

korra nods, savoring your reaction, “mhm, but they cancelled, so i came home and got a head start on everything. and plus, i wanted you to come home and not have to do anything for once. i know how much stress your work has been putting on you recently.”

as you stand there, taking in the scene before you, another wave of gratitude washes over you. tears begin to well in your eyes, a floodgate opened by the weight of the day's trials and tribulations, mingling with a profound sense of appreciation for your girlfriend. korra knows all too well what you’re feeling—what it's like when the dam breaks. once more, she pulls you into her tight embrace, sturdy arms enclosing your waist.

“i’m sorry,” you begin, attempting to hold your tears back. korra gives you a sympathetic smile, “i’m happy, i promise. it’s just…everything today was such a big mess. so, thank you.”

“it’s no biggie, babe,” korra states, her hands gingerly wiping away your tears. she places a soft kiss on each tear stained cheek before taking hold of your hand, leading you out to the living room, “bolin’s new mover is out. wanna give it a watch?”

#yay first korra fic #also not proofread at all help #fuck it we ball #the legend of korra #korra x reader #korra x y/n #korra x you #the legend of korra x reader #avatar korra #korra #tlok korra #tlok #tlok fic

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waitingonher · 28 days

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THW THEME OMG ITS SO SUMMER

AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH youre so sweet liz <3

SO IS YOURS THO?? like your theme is me if i were a mermaid

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waitingonher · 29 days

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OMG UR ACC IS SO CUTE!!! ALSO I LOVVVVVE ABBA!!!!

AWW THANK YOU SOS SOMCUH!! ABBA FANS UNITE!

also i loveee yours too!! it's so springy and summery and UGH i love it.

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waitingonher · 1 month

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MASTERLIST

riordanverse

legend of korra

avatar: the last airbender

#[🪐] em's navigation

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waitingonher · 1 month

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AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER MASTERLIST

coming soon!

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waitingonher · 1 month

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LEGEND OF KORRA MASTERLIST

korra

korra and her love languages

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waitingonher · 1 month

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gonna spam just a lil rq...cleaning up my masterlist </3

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waitingonher · 1 month

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LMAO THIS IS SO CUTE

MONSTER HIGH CHARACTERS WITH A PARTNER WHO SLEEPS IN CLASS

requested || monster high masterlist

───featuring: frankie stein, cleo de nile, draculaura, clawd wolf, clawdeen wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, lagoona blue

FRANKIE STEIN

would look over and be like 😟

pokes ur arm like "are u asleep?"

and then she realizes you are asleep and she laughs quietly

would probably write ur notes for you??? or like she'd move ur pen/pencil so there aren't random scribbles on your paper

"did u sleep well 😊" when u wake up

CLEO DE NILE

tbh she probably wouldn't notice for a good while

she'd go to ask you a question

and there you are with your head down, obviously asleep

she'd be like "oh 😒" and then just ask you her question later

if anyone near you is like making a ton of noise she'd glare at them and tell them to shut the fuck up

DRACULAURA

"oh!" when she realizes

she'd like giggle bc she thinks ur so cutie

and she'd probably just leave u be for a while until a few minutes until class ends and she'd be like "if u want i can ask frankie if you can borrow her notes" bc lets be honest she probably doesn't take notes

CLAWD WOLF

would probably let you use his jacket as a pillow or a blanket or something

don't expect him to let you copy his notes (he doesn't take any)

would try to explain what the teacher was yapping about but he's rlly bad at explaining so it sounds like "so this and ummm i think that and probably this too.... i think he said something about this?"

CLAWDEEN WOLF

would tap u bc she noticed ur head down and she's like "are u okay"

"oh they're asleep!"

if the teacher asks why ur head is down she'd be like "they have a headache" or smth

will let u copy her notes

glares at anyone breathing slightly too loud

"shut up can't u see theyre trying to sleep?? yeah thats what i thought"

DEUCE GORGON

okay so this bitch is kinda stupid

and he sees u asleep right

so he like pulls out an extra pair of sunglasses from his bag

and he sits you up and puts the glasses on you

bro is so proud of himself!!!

its so obvious you're asleep and then u get woken up bc the teacher is like "wtf"

HEATH BURNS

he'd be like "y/n! y/n!" and then realize ur asleep

and then very loudly go "OHHHHHHH YOU'RE ASLEEP"

so you probably get woken up tbh

he'd be like " 😨 sorry 😜"

either that or he'd notice and very loudly shush people

JACKSON JEKYLL

bro is in shock

how??? are you sleeping???? in class?????

he'd be really nervous for you

cause he doesn't want you to get in trouble for sleeping in class

when u wake up he tells you to get more sleep at night or something

HOLT HYDE

straight up would NOT care

bro was listening to his music and he like looks over and sees u asleep and he's like "okay!"

he'd probably draw on ur hand tbh or like ur paper

when u wake up he's like "omg hey" and would give u one of his airpods as yall walk to class

LAGOONA BLUE

she'd let you sleep

she wouldn't really notice but when she does she's like "awww" and moves ur notebook out of the way so she can write notes for u <3

#monster high x reader

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