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lenillusion · 2 years

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radioheads hs decathlon au, drabble/concept

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They're both on rivaling decathlon teams but Dylan's been on it since sophomore year whereas Ryan has only joined as a senior.

So when time for the decathlon comes around Dylan doesn't know what to do with himself after seeing the cute new member of their top rivaling team. his performance doesn't falter of course, a cute new face isn't enough to spoil his efforts. but that doesn't stop him from looking whenever he can.

After Dylan's team crushes the competition (because of course he would), instead of his annual round of gloating, he figures he should go talk to the guy. he's filled with confidence from his win and Dylan figured he earned himself this small pleasure.

He doesn't know the guy's name, just "Erzahler" from the announcements but he figured that would suffice.

"Hey- uh, Erzahler? Wait up!" It came out a little awkward but it did it's job considering Erzahler stopped where he was walking next to Laura Kearney, their star member, to face him.

Poor guy looked like deer in headlights, silently mouthing "me?," with a finger pointing at his chest. Laura had stopped walking too but when she saw him ambling towards them she grinned and beckoned him over.

"Lenivy! Its nice to see you this year." Laura had always been his main competition since he joined the team but despite their sometimes scathing rivalry, she was always warm to him after competition. It was easy to smile back at her, this time with sincerity and friendliness as opposed to the jagged smirks born of competitiveness they shot each other over the day.

Erzahler looked almost confused, a micro expression really. He had certainly seen their antagonism throughout the competition and couldn't get why they were being civil now. Dylan almost wanted to laugh but figured that wouldn't be a good first impression for the guy he's trying to score a date with. Maybe if their relationship makes it beyond the "decathlon rivals" stage he could tell him about his semi-complicated dynamic with Laura.

"You too, Kearney. But as lovely as it is seeing your face, I gotta say, kicking your ass today was certainly the highlight." His tone was light and teasing, falling into banter was easy with Laura. The following glare she gave him had laughter tumbling out of him, it was too easy.

"Shut the fuck up, Lenivy," Laura crossed her arms, giving him a playful yet pointed look. "I know you didn't come over here just to gloat, if you were you would have done it earlier. What do you want?"

The accusation had him clutching his chest and whining with overdramatic flair. "Oh, come on, Kearney!" He dragged out the syllables of her name. "Can't I talk to you without an ulterior motive?"

His pouting didn't faze her one bit. "Yeah, you can but I'm not stupid, Lenivy. You literally called out to Ryan, you obviously weren't planning on talking to me." She explained with her innate ability to shut down all his bullshit.

"Ryan?"

"Yeah, Ryan Erzahler, thats his name."

'Oh. Um- yeah, of course." He felt a little stupid asking now but regardless it suited Erzahler. A pretty name to a pretty face.

Speaking of Erzahler, the guy had gone from slighting confused to blatantly uncomfortable 3rd wheeling his and Laura's conversation. He's really hoping he hadn't somehow managed to put Ryan off forever, hopefully he can salvage this.

"But um, yeah I did want to talk to Erzahler er- Ryan?" He looked over to Erzahler to see if he expressed any discomfort with being called his first name, thankfully he just nodded with this really awkward, really cute smile. He quickly looked back to Laura.

"Do you think I'd be able to talk to him alone for a sec, I promise I'll give him back unharmed." He masked his nervousness with an amused smirk, but Laura has known him for 5 years and she's far from emotionally dense. when she takes a moment to search his face, her eyes soften and she nods.

"Go right ahead," She turns to put a hand on Ryan's shoulder, "You good with that big guy?"

Ryan seems a little hesitant and Dylan cant really blame him. Their teams did spend all decathlon antagonizing each other and he's not sure if anyone explained to him the nature of their teams' relationship, its all out of good sportsmanship at the end of the day.

Ultimately he agrees, and not long after they're left alone.

Once Laura had left, the easy and playful atmosphere had gone with her. Now there was only a stale sort of tension in the air. He's starting to doubt his chances of walking out of here with Ryan's number.

Ryan fiddled with the sleeve of his uniform, looking slightly above Dylan's eyes when he addressed him.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about... Lenivy, was it?" Ryan got straight to the point. The high from winning was dulling down, his confidence dwindling with it. He could probably back out now but worse case scenario, Ryan says no and they never see each other again since this is his last high school decathlon. So he figured he might as well see this through, he refuses to let a cute guy be his undoing.

"Oh um, yeah its Lenivy, Dylan Lenivy," Asking out the cute rival team member was feeling a lot harder than he made it out to be in his head. "I know this is like super sudden because we've never met before but, I just um...." He paused, his face growing warm, he didn't really know how to go about this.

Weirdly enough, Ryan's eyes seemed to light up a bit, his posture relaxing as he made to fill the silence left by Dylan's stumbling.

"Is this about the fact you've been staring at me all day?" It wasn't said as an accusation, simply a fact, an observation. Dylan froze regardless. He knew he wasn't being subtle per se but even still he figured that Ryan would be too caught up in the competition to notice. He was wrong and now he's paying for his carelessness.

At the sight Dylan's tensing posture, Ryan tried to clarify his words.

"I'm not like accusing you of anything, its just something I noticed. You weren't that subtle."

"Ah, God I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything, I just- um- I just think you're super cute, is all." He felt a little better after saying it.

Ryan's lips parted slightly, understanding crossing his face at his confession. "Ohhh, that... makes sense."

Dylan's eyebrows furrowed, confused. "It does?"

Ryan huffed out a small laugh. "Yeah, I thought you were staring at me because of whatever weird hatred- or not hatred? You have for my team. but it didn't fully make sense because you weren't being antagonistic with me like you were with them."

Dylan let out a nervous giggle. "Uh yeah, I knew you were new and I wasn't sure if you'd be down with the annual decathlon assholery that I dish out. So I decided against it. plus you were really cute and I didn't wanna uh, ruin my... chances..."

"Your chances?" Ryan raised his eyebrows, playful but tentative.

Dylan sputtered, his face getting redder. "Uh, I mean? Not chances? I mean I was gonna ask you out but like, you know..." He prays that Laura can't see his pathetic display from wherever she's standing. He knows that she'll tell both Kaitlyn and Max about his inability to function near a cute boy and he'd never live it down.

An amused smile grew over Ryan's face at his struggling. "Actually? I don't know."

Jesus fucking Christ he should have known that anyone who hung out with Laura was gonna be cut from the same cloth of "Demon" that she was. Ryan is actually gonna kill him. He was gonna die at his senior year decathlon in front of a boy he's had a crush on for barely a day.

The word vomit spilled from his lips with disgusting ease. "Well, I mean I meant to come over here to ask you for your number? Yeah, like I noticed you earlier today when you were talking to that ginger kid on your team and you were really pretty oh my god. and I figured like ah what the hell what's the worst that could happen, it was harmless really. I wasn't- I'm not really expecting anything from you? I'm just a little high on victory and I wanted to see- to see if... I don't-"

He was, thankfully, cut off by Ryan laughing. It was sweet and almost fond? He's not too sure but he's positive he isn't making fun of him.

"Oh god, I don't really know what I was expecting when you came up to me but you're actually pretty cool." Ryan's laughter had died but his voice held the same lightness to it.

"Me? Cool?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit surprised. You spent all day being this half-terrifying, overly competitive, insanely intelligent uh- thing and now you're here, tripping over yourself trying to ask me out. Its.... cute." It took Ryan a second to pick out the word but he looked like he meant it nonetheless.

"Me?"

Ryan gave a barely there smile. "Yeah, you."

This was going way better than Dylan imagined. "So um, by logic, if I think you're cute and you think I'm cute- that means we should go out some time?" He really hopes he was picking up these signals right.

Ryan looked off to the side in thought. "Hm," When he looked back he was nodding slightly to himself, confirming his decision.

"How about this? Laura invited me to get lunch with her and her boyfriend next Saturday. You two seem to know each other so I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I invited you, then I won't have to third wheel those two." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a blue gel pen.

"Give me your arm."

"Wha- are you gonna write your phone number?"

Ryan rolled his eyes. "No, I'm writing the address to the cafe we're going to."

"Oh." He's a little disappointed but considering he's gonna see Ryan again next Saturday, it isn't too bad.

"Don't be like that," Ryan mumbled while writing the address, the ink stood out sharply against his pale skin. When Ryan was done he pulled back and put the pen in his pocket.

"Text Laura for more details, I assume you have her number or some way to contact her." Ryan looked back to where Laura went off to.

"Uh- yeah, I do." Considering they've known each other for 5 years and he dated her boyfriend in freshman year (before they got together), it'd be weird if he didn't have her number at this point.

"Great, now if everything goes well next Saturday then maybe, just maybe, I'll give you my number. Maybe even an actual date too." There was a slight mischievousness to his tone but Dylan was too delighted to care.

"Wait, really?"

"I don't see why not."

Dylan was really trying to contain himself from being too eager but he just scored a not-date with a really cute boy for the first time since freshman year (you can't just date someone else after dating Max Brinly okay? not just anyone can measure up to that,) it's not hard to be eager.

"Fuck yeah, okay. I'll see you next Saturday." He breathed out, giddy and relieved.

Fucking score.

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dragonspleenistasty · 1 year

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what is your favorite type of character? like the type of character you love to read or write about, or maybe it’s different for both, idk if this question is making any sense but I’m hoping you get what I mean hehe :)

Honestly, I'm not sure if I could ever say just one kind of character. There are so many interesting types of characters that all have their own special strengths in any narrative, I love character's who are witty and sarcastic, they always make me laugh, plus of course the straight faced person to contrast with the goofy one. There are so many character types I could talk about, and specific characters I could reference. Most characters thrive best when in proper context, be that in their setting or with other characters etc

That being said, loveable dumbasses. Just the dumbest people who mean well but have nothing going on in their head

#goodness i love dumbasses in stories #and also really smart characters #one of my favorite book series the stormlight archive has a main couple whos basically super smart nerd and super knight himbo #like those two are incredible #i mean shallan isnt really specifically supposed to be super smart but she is smarter than most people in the series #omg i cant stop rambling sorry #i could keep going forever about like everything

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kingdomoftyto · 2 years

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Sat down tonight to start reading the first Wings of Fire book that my nieces lent me and very nearly made it through the entire thing in one sitting. (I'm only stopping because it's almost sunrise and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open lol)

... Honestly, this feels almost like experiencing Guardians of Ga'Hoole for the first time all over again

#is it too early to make that kind of comparison? perhaps #but at the same time I would die for each and every one of these dragonets without hesitation #Clay my baby himbo darling. Tsunami my loud angry daughter. Glory my sad clever martyr.#Starflight my anxious insecure nerd. Sunny my sweet innocent bean...#hell I hope Peril makes it out of this too because I even love her so far!#I have a terrible feeling that she's not going to make it past this first book but....!! ;-;#my god they're all just children!! LET THEM LIVE!! T-T #Tyto reads WoF

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nyxronomicon · 4 months

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someone on reddit said they re-classed gale as a wild magic barbarian and so I thought I'd try it and I'm so obsessed.

I decided to romance him too and since I'm a sorcerer I feel like he's my pet. sure buddy we'll get your magic back. Here's some shoes to chew on darling

#i know I've just been really into this dynamic lately too lol #he's going through a bad breakup with the goddess of Nerd Magic i mean obviously she needs to cut him off #like he was kind of wet before but like. still smart #but now he's just a himbo to me. no longer in control of his magic but it's part of him. still protecting him #and he wears that slutty crop top clearly designed for karlach lmao #anyway if you see me talking about gale. it's this version of him lol #bg3

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werecreature-addicted · 2 months

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Why stop at one? When you can have a whole pack of jock werewolves.

Seriously I just wanna be the cute nerd boy that the entire team of werewolf jocks uses as their flashlight 🤤

mmmm a whole pack of werewolves. oh wow.

I prefer to imagine that while they're all jocks they all play different sports simply because that's more interesting. All Werewolf football team? boring. A wrestler, a hockey player, a football player, and a soccer player? now that's a team.

Something about a hockey player with a shaggy mullet and a busted nose gets me. imagine he's fresh off the ice with a bloody nose and that doesn't stop him from kissing you deeply smearing his blood on your face as he sticks his tongue in your mouth.

a himbo football player who is all soft and puppy love with you but uses you as a workout, why lift weights when he can lift you up and down his cock using you like a fleshlight. that way he gets a little cardio done too.

A lythe and quick soccer player who is more slim than the rest of her pack, but no less muscular. She chases you down to work on her sprints, pins you down, and fucks you when she catches you. and she will catch you, she's always the fastest on the field.

A wrestler who pins you down on the bed in seconds and forces your legs apart keeping you spread with his big hands as he lazily eats your pussy from he back, making sure to spank you every time you get a little too comfortable grinding back against his mouth.

good fucking luck if more than one of them want you at the same time, or if all of them want you. yeesh.

#monster imagine #monster fucker #monster #teratophillia #monster boyfriend #werewolf x reader #werewolf #werewolves #werewolf boyfriend

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noddaduck · 1 month

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D20 really taught me that ttrpg characters should be made with the player in mind, you don’t just have to make a role and try to play it.

Ally with their crazy blue blockers and “nighttime ecstasy” and Lou saying he’d love a pair of those blue blockers was just so Pete and Kingston, and that’s because they made characters they were comfortable with playing, characters they could still be themselves as.

If PiB was making a dnd character for a fantasy Highschool game, he could easily make Gorgug Thistlesprig cause that would set up so many comedy opportunities. Zac “yeah I killed em” Oyama (hope I spelled that right) plays himbos not because he doesn’t want to be mean, but because “sit down” to a massive purple worm just hits so much harder out of the kid who got bullied on his first day of school. And also maybe cause he wants to be soft sometimes I don’t know don’t at me.

Siobhan makes nerds and old characters and mind reading aliens so she can be the smartest one in the room because she is and we should all say it.

Emily makes magical/supernatural punks so she can fuck with Brennan/the system/the world/death itself.

All of Murph’s characters are so confused/stressed/wired so he can yell and solve puzzles and if you gave him Druidic powers he could absolutely figure out how to feed and care for the entire homeless population of New York.

Lou just can’t not have a title, he is the Boy of Destiny, the Vox Populi, the King of Candia, the Maximum Legend. The man has known the struggles minorities face and his ball is absolutely rolling up, it is never coming back down.

Ally Beardsley has made characters with the absolute best development and evolution baked in because of course they did. Mother Goose, the only exception, the calm in every storm of the horror that was Neverafter, as well as the body guard in Mice and Murdered who’s name I don’t remember, the stability and perseverance that comes from truly finding and carving out who you are.

Brennan would make the best parent ever, his self insert was never the eagle guy it was Sklonda and Bill Seacaster and Arthur Aguefort and the Thistlesprigs and Bud Cubby and Jawbone and-

#dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high #fhjy #dimension 20 adventuring party

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db-shipposting · 6 months

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Chi-Chi really looked at the biggest himbo alive and said "oh yeah, that's marriage material right there" and meant it. Gohan was such a nerd that Videl was still forced to give him a wedgie on their wedding day. Bulma wound up adopting Vegeta like a feral stray cat she fed once and then he wouldn't leave, and proceeded to dress him up and post photos on social media while he complained loudly. Krillin really looked at 18, heard all the stories of what she did in Trunks' timeline, and said "I can fix her". And did. Iconic.

#dbz #dragon ball #bulma #krillin #vegetable prince #android eighteen #chi-chi #videl #goku #gohan #android18 #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #dbs

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henry-fox-biggest-stan · 2 months

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It’s SO funny to me when I see movie fans writing alex as this daddy dom, himbo guy because Alex is so!!!

If you scream at him a little too loudly he’ll probably cry, just not in front of you. He falls in love really hard and deeply but it takes him so long to accept that he can also be loved hard and deeply! He has the highest grades ever 1) because he’s smart and 2) because he bases his self worth on making others proud, on being useful. He overworks himself, he runs to clear his head until his feet bleed, his coffee is bitter but so are his thoughts. He’s a softie, who writes his bf love letters and who probably giggles and kicks his feet while reading what henry writes back to him. He can absolutely destroy you in a debate, don’t even try to argue with him he’ll win each time. He talks a lot but he has never been listened to. His rivalry with Henry started with a bad meeting and also with constant comparison, because everyone compared them both, and it was just a constant reminder than Alex will never be enough. Henry was born on the spotlight, Alex wasn’t. Henry was white, Alex wasn’t. Henry had everyone’s support, Alex didn’t. *He is a jester and a devoted knight. He knows hundreds of fun facts and will tell you. He loves Texas despite the bad memories of his childhood and teen years it brings. He feels guilty for making his sister worry so much. He loves his mother despite everything, and she loves him too, but they have an unusual, almost unhealthy relationship. He needs to prove himself every minute of the day. He works as a distraction. He puts on a façade around everyone, golden boy, America’s heartthrob, no one sees his house key, his glasses, the hundreds of papers hidden under the windowsill, the pills stolen from Liam. Someone teach this man healthy coping mechanisms. He is a child of divorce, and this affects him more than he lets on. He is actually a huge nerd. He grew up poor. He was in denial about his sexuality for years. He definitely has abandonment issues. He might be impulsive sometimes (storming Kensington palace after being ghosted by Henry) but he usually thinks things through, and is very reasonable. He makes lists, tons of them. He has undiagnosed adhd and this has shaped him as a person in a way I can’t even describe. Before Henry, bea, and Pez, he didn’t have any friends aside from Nora and his sister. He grew up catholic. He is a romantic. And a dork. He is just as passionate about history as Henry is. But Nora makes friends, and Alex ends up with acquaintances who think they know him because they’ve read his profile in New York Magazine, and perfectly fine people with perfectly fine bodies who want to take him home from the bar. None of it is satisfying—it never has been, not really, but it never mattered as much as it does now that there’s the sharp counterpoint of Henry, who knows him. Henry who’s seen him in glasses and tolerates him at his most annoying and still kissed him like he wanted him, singularly, not the idea of him.

Always the talker, never the heard. Always good, never enough. Always ogled, never seen. Always the first son, never Alex.

#*jester as in his purpose is to entertain he’s not a person but a performance he has to make others proud make them laugh #and devoted knight as in he’ll overwork himself just to prove himself worthy he loves you it'll destroy him he'll make you proud he'll #destroy himself in the process to do it #alex claremont diaz #rwrb #casey mcquiston #red white and royal blue #firstprince #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white & royal blue #rwrb book

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slightly-gay-pogohammer · 1 year

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i did it for winx i did it for powerpuff girls anyway here’s my pitch for a good “modern” scooby doo remake

shaggy comes from a family of paranormal investigators. at barely 16 years olds he returns to his hometown of coolsville with his dog after his super rich parents tell him it’s time to live up to the family name, taking him there specifically because of many rumors about cursed areas of the town and crmiinals who take advantage of said rumors to pretend to be monsters themselves. while there he reconnects with his old childhood friends and eventually all together they form the mystery inc... and have to deal with a benevolent yet very clumsy spirit who took over scoob’s body

character thoughts under read more!!!

shaggy is, again, the last of a family of paranormal investigators, who ever since he was a child had to deal with his parents bringing him in adventures and dealing with (real and fake) monsters. you’d guess that would make him brave, but. no that just made him very paranoid. while he acts like the team’s straightman, he’s also the only one who knows how certain monsters work, ironically working as one of the “brains” of the group!

scooby, again, used to be a normal great dane. a little lazy, not even particularly friendly, at least until shaggy brought him with him in coolsville; during their first night out. while he ends up falling into a trap, a benevolent ghost takes over his body, making him able to talk and tell the kids that coolsville is in big trouble and that they need to stick together. overall, he’s the team’s mascot, someone who’s directly connected with the main antagonist similarly to the mystery inc series, but also a goofy spirit (and now dog) who’s appreciating life!!

velma is a seemingly distant and cold nerd, but also the first one who joins shaggy in his adventures after she learns that all the curses and mysteries of her town might be real. her knowledge and ability to think on the fly comes from her being a dnd player and, most importantly, a dungeon master, and out of everyone she’s by far the bravest member of the team. while a little snarky and with a lot of problems with social cues, she’s a smart and quick thinking young lady who’s happy to be part of a real adventure. and also has a girlfriend who may or may not be yet another monster since her being into criminals and monstergirls is a recurring trend now

daphne is part of the popular girls in school, but since we hate stereotypes she also has a reason to be popular other than “she’s pretty XD”. tiktok influencer and vlogger, she joins shaggy and velma almost by accident uhhhh i’d say 3 or 4 episodes into the series, maybe trying to start off a paranormal youtube channel, and eventually gets very close to them. the assigned people person, she knows everything about everyone in town and is generally very charismatic, but make her angry and she’ll make sure that you will remember with who you’re messing with.

fred, daphne’s boyfriend, is a member of the football’s team and the mayor’s son... and for “half” of the first season, he unknowingly acts as a minor antagonist, since i’d say. down with the politicians, the mayor is one of the bad guys, and with fred being a total himbo he accidentally works as his spy. eventually he finally understands that something is up with his dad, especially thanks to daphne who reminds him who truly cares for him, and eventually shaggy and velma too, with who he shares good memories of pretending to be detectives together and watching “that one weird show with the talking dogs and the kids looking for ghosts... goober or something!” he finally becomes the team’s wild card, the brawn and. yea i’d bring back his love for traps and elaborate schemes. he and velma become super besties after she tells him about her latest dungeon in her session

#scooby doo #velma #velma dinkley #daphne blake #shaggy rogers #scoobs #fred jones #my drawing #colored stuff

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sooniebby · 1 year

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ఌ 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃

꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Teaser ➤ the day he fell in love with his big booty himbo <3

Word count › 894

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › Yubin a perv

Kinks › none

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Choi Yubin was an outcast. At least in popular spaces. He had a few friends in his music club but if they hadn’t enjoyed music like him, would they even talk to him?

Most likely no…. He knew he was a bit weird: didn’t talk much, answered in short sentences, and even cute girls talking to him didn’t get his shell to crack.

But he was fine being the weird good looking nerd that kept to himself.

He needed only one friend, Kim Bora. She was way hotter than him—by the amount of notes she got in her locker in home room. But she never got a boyfriend.

Or girlfriend, Yubin wasn’t sure if she liked anyone really.

“Bin, pass the ball.” Bora said, pointing to the ball that had rolled down to his feet. Yubin hates gym class so he stayed in the back with other kids who didn’t want to play. He huffed but pushed the ball back to whoever was playing.

“You’re so out of it.” Bora laughed, a grin on her lips. “See someone catch your eye?” She jokingly looked around but knew it wasn’t true.

Yubin hated almost all of his classmates. All they wanted to do was talk about their looks or something else he didn’t give too shits about.

Oh well, he just had to survive another school day.

He glanced down at his shoelaces for the third time today. It was more interesting than whatever his classmates were doing.

“Oi!”

He wanted to die so bad.

“Oi!!!”

Mmh, what should he have for dinner?

“YUBIN!!!”

Yubin looked up and cursed. A ball came straight for his head and knocked him square in his nose. He swore he heard a crack as he fell to the ground with a shriek that Bora would forever bully him for.

At the nurse, the clinic nurse didn’t do much. Gave him an ice pack right before pushing his nose back in place. It was painful. He screamed.

Never again.

He was allowed to leave school so he had texted his grandmother to meet him at the train station. Just as he was about to leave, the door to the nurse’s office opened and he saw something magical in front of him.

Yubin wasn’t sure who the hell he was but he wanted to know everything about him.

Tanned skin, jet black hair parted in the middle with a few longer strands getting into his eyes a bit. Double eyelids that resembled that thing Bora mentioned about people looking like animals.

Yeah, this guy looked like a puppy. The guy was buff, way more than the average student should be. He was still in his gym clothes. A tight white shirt stuck to his chest showing an outline of abs and boobs.

Yes, boobs!

A slim waist. And the most pouty lips he ever saw.

Yubin opened his mouth to speak. Wondering what the hell this guy was in here for but he looked at him.

And he smiled.

Holy fuck someone other than Bora smiled at him!!!

“Yunwoo!”

That wasn’t his name but he’d take it!

“I’m so sorry.” He said, walking over to hand him a bag of rice snacks. How the fuck did he know he liked them?!? Yubin looked at him as if he was an angel above.

“Sorry for what…?” He mumbled, remembering he couldn’t just stare at the guy.

“The ball. I had hit it too hard. If you want anything else, I’ll give it to you! I heard your nose was broken.” He looked so guilty. His lips were jutted out into a pout while his doe eyes looked down.

Yubin wanted him to look like that everyday. He made sure to use his jacket to cover his growing erection and simply nodded.

“It’s fine. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“Ah,” the guy smiled. Ah he loved this look as well. “I’m Yim (Name).”

Yim? Oh, it was close to Yubin! It was fate!! Yubin was just thinking out of his ass but he promised himself that he would make this random guy his boyfriend.

“Get home safe, Yunwoo.” (Name) said.

“Yubin….” Yubin muttered but (Name) was already gone.

Well, that’ll be the first thing he does when wooing (Name)… getting him to know his actual name.

𝄞

Yubin knew he was nasty. Perverted really. Who meets someone random and suddenly jerk off to them?

Choi Yubin, that’s who.

Groans left his lips as he rubbed his cock in his bedroom. He was still dressed in his gym clothes—having just rushed into his room. His grandmother was surely confused but she didn’t say anything.

Yubin was surprised in himself at how quick he was about to cum. The thoughts of (Name)’s lips around his cock. His doe eyes staring up at him as he sat on the ground as he cried on his cock.

“(Name)…” he grunted as he came into the napkin nearby. Yubin threw it into a trash can underneath his desk and stared up at the ceiling.

God damn, what a pervert he was.

His mind went back to (Name), thinking back onto his boobs. The white shirt that stuck to his wet tanned skin. He hummed to himself, imagining (Name) fucking himself on his cock.

Yubin glanced down at his twitching cock.

Ah, he had a few more rounds in him.

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Perverted Yubin is back!

His first post was way more popular than I thought!!

I have three other characters that I’ll publish their meet cutes soon next week!

Requests for Yubin are open if you got any ideas for him 🤭

#bottom male reader

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randomsufff · 7 months

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I’m back Michie girlies and this has been on the dome for a while but I’ve been seeing people mention it and at least one fic has executed this idea (“I once was his tutor” I salute you 🫡) but I need to just present this idea anyways because it has COOKED for a while-

I think it would be absolutely fucking hilarious if Max had started treating Richie the way he did Grace. Like the whole, dumb himbo act where he laughs real hard at non-jokes and tries to rizz Richie up as he’s going to class.

In my head- this is connected to the “Richie tutors Max” universe, so in my mind- Richies been helping him out and he’s been getting to know the guy, Max either: 1) eventually realizes how much of a capital P Prude Grace is OR (the funnier option I think) 2) Grace, in her want to get thoughts of Max Jäegerman out of her head, goes so far in the opposite direction that she somehow accidentally sleeps with a woman and is no longer “forbidden fruit” as Max puts it. (Insert side story of Grace battling internalized homophobia as she developed a friends-with-benefits turned maybe actual relationship with…. idk Deb or Alice or someone.) Cue Max looking at Richie and being like “I can totally seduce this nerd, my skills aren’t lacking just because I couldn’t get Grace.. this is 100% not me subconsciously really liking the dude and wanting to genuinely date him and knowing no other way to outwardly express this”

ANYWAYS- point is I need Max to try to flirt with Richie in that himbo way that he did with Grace-and I need Richie “This projects on thermodynamics… what the fuck are you talking about???” Lipshitz to just be constantly confused on what’s happening to him.

AND THEN when he finally realizes that Max is trying to get with him, I need Mr. Richie “has definitely never been with or slept with anyone and is just as unhinged and horny as Ruth (need I remind you she said Stephanie was the object of both their sexual fantasies)” Lipshitz to look at Max, really debate over it, before going “I may not have standards but I, unfortunately, have morals” and that he couldn’t do anything with Max since he was… well…his and his friends bully for years.

Boom, kick start the redemption arc that starts with Max just wanting to sleep with Richie but shifts to genuinely wanting to date him and trying to open up/clean up his act.

(Also- to add to that ‘“Dirty Girl Soup” Richie version’ concept that I’ve seen somewhere- I think it would be so fucking funny if Max’s equivalent to this, scandalous, forbidden, sexual fantasy was just Richie being the most supportive, understanding and healthiest boyfriend ever. Just accidentally fantasizing them in the most domestic situation ever (you know, because it goes against his Literal Monster persona). Like Richie’s, i don’t fucking know, holding his hand as they get coffee together and is just so understanding and calming when Max attempts to bully this fantasy Richie, and Max-who is just swimming in toxic masculinity (but is super ok in knowing he’s bi. As people say- he’s an actual asshole but he will bully you using your correct pronouns damnit)- is just like “NO, what are these feelings??? Why do I feel like this??? This is so wrong… but why does this feel… actually nice???” Yeah… funny shit)

#michie #max jagerman x richie lipschitz #max jagerman #richie lipschitz #damn it if only I could write #maybe one of these days I’ll just start writing shit #I’ve always wanted to write fics-#I love that this tag and this ship is just an echo chamber of ideas #we really do be feeding each others huh #nerdy prudes must die #starkid

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plussizefantasia · 7 months

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Ancient Races

Flufftober Day 28: Witches

Emmett Cullen x witch!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

AN: I think I've said this a lot but this is one of my favorites that I've written for Flufftober. Emmett has got to be my favorite himbo and the fact that he's a vampire really only makes it better.

I'm still looking for more requests for when I come back if you have any ideas please let me know. Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated. See y'all tomorrow.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Magic has been running through your family’s veins for centuries. Generation after generation of bright young witches who had powers beyond the scope of the rest of humanity. You were taught by your mother, and she hers and so on and so on. When you were five, your father got a job as the deputy sheriff in the small town of Forks Washington. Your mother didn’t argue and so within the month, you were in a new house.

Thinking about it now, you were sure that there had to be some kind of destiny out there, a deity of fate that pulled the strings of existence. There had to be some magnificent tapestry where all the threads of life were woven together just so as to create a beautiful picture. There was no other explanation for how things seemed to work out.

You met Emmet on his first day back at Forks High, this would be his fourth time going to this high school but it had been close to fifty years since he last stepped through their doors. The building looked different but not by much. You were walking into the building, with your arms full of books, looking like the textbook definition of a nerd. Emmett had been walking backward, not really watching where he was going and talking to Edward and Jasper. The two of you had collided. Your books fell to the ground, but you were pulled into his large chest. And thus, the best friendship you had ever had began.

There was only one problem, you couldn’t tell him about anything about your magical abilities. At first, it wasn’t a very big deal you weren’t spending a whole lot of time together and he was easily persuaded into meeting on days when you didn’t have lessons with your mother. As the two of you got closer though, it became more and more difficult to hide.

When you turned 17, you started having a bit more difficulty controlling your magic. It tended to burst out of you when you were feeling strong emotions, especially anger. You didn’t have a huge temper but it was known to flare occasionally. You got good at lying. And every time you lied to Emmett your heart broke a little bit more.

It had gotten to the point where you no longer cared about the rules of secrecy or the laws that your kind was bound by. You just wanted him back, you wanted to be yourself with Emmett because if you were being completely honest with yourself, he was no longer just your best friend. You were in love with him, and the thought of losing him because you had to keep hiding things was heartbreaking.

You had no idea that Emmett was feeling the very same way. When he had bumped into you that fateful day three years ago, his eternal existence shifted. You became the center of his world. He craved being near you, having you in his sight, and hearing your heartbeat. Knowing that you were safe and happy became his only goal. He tried so hard to let you take the pace, holding himself back from fully unleashing his feelings on you. But deep down he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last forever. So here he was, begging Carlsie for advice on how to tell you. He didn’t want to enter into a relationship with you that was shadowed by secrets.

If he was going to have you, he would have you being himself, with everything out in the open.

“Carlisle, I’m telling you. She’s everything to me. I cannot move on without her in my life. She needs to know everything.”

“Son, I know that you think that but-”

“No. Carlisle, she's my mate I know it.”

“Okay. I believe you. If you’re going to tell her you’ll need to make sure that she stays calm. I know that you love her, but humans are unpredictable. We cannot risk getting exposed.”

“I know. She’ll take it well I know she will.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Carlisle asked. Pulling his adopted son into his arms for a brief but strong hug. Emmett didn’t need any more convincing than that, he hopped in his car and immediately made his way over to your house.

You were upstairs in your room pacing a hole into your carpet trying to think of ways you could tell the boy you loved that you not only wanted to spend the rest of your life with him but that you were also a witch with emotionally charged powers who was going to live much longer than the average human. Your pacing was interrupted by several loud and fast knocks on your front door.

You raced down the staircase to see who was at the door and when it swung open you were met with the sight of an extremely flustered Emmett Cullen.

“Em, what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” He asked instead of answering you.

“Of course,” you stepped aside and he pished past you, “What’s going on Em? You’re kind of freaking me out.”

“I have something really important to tell you and I need you to not panic.”

“Saying that is not going to make me not panic.” You deadpanned. “But I also have something important to tell you so maybe we can take turns?” You suggested. Grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the large couch that took up a majority of the floor in your living room.

“Take turns, yeah.” He muttered to himself. The two of you were sitting close, things touching and staring at each other. Waiting for the other one to make the first move.

“Okay, here goes nothing. I’m, I’m a witch.” Your eyes bounced between your lap where your hands were folded, Emmett’s face to gauge his reaction, and the clock on the wall to count the seconds of silence that ensued.

Finally, “Oh thank god.” Emmett breathed out.

“What?” You were buffering. What did he say?

“No, I. That makes sharing my things a whole lot easier.”

“I’m sorry, Emmett how does me telling you that I belong to an ancient race of magic-wielding women make whatever you have to share easier.”

“Because I’m trying to tell you that I’m also a part of an ancient race. Except my race is immortal creatures of the night that feast on human blood.”

You broke into a series of giggles.

“Go figures. The first boy I fall in love with and he’s a vampire.”

“You love me?”

You froze. You definitely did not mean to just blurt that out, let alone in the middle of a self-deprecating moment of sarcasm.

“Well, if we’re sharing…” You trailed off.

“I love you too.” Emmett’s smile was so wide you were actually convinced that his face would start to split in half. “Is it weird to say that I’m really relieved right now?” He asked

“Depends on why you’re relieved I think.”

“I was convinced that when I told you you’d never want to see me again. But now I know that isn’t going to happen and I’m just so happy.”

“I’m happy too, Em. I was so tired of keeping secrets from you. It hurt when I lied to you and I thought it was just because you were my best friend but it was so much more than that.”

“C’mere” Emmett grabbed you by the waist and hauled you onto his lap. “You were made for me. I’m never going to let you go.” He whispered into the small space between your faces. You pushed forward and gently placed your lips onto his. Pulling away way too soon for either of your liking. You moved your head to rest on his shoulder, your face pressed against his neck.

“We’ll have forever.”

“Forever sounds good to me.”

You laughed softly once more and pressed a kiss lightly to the skin of his neck. Forever sounded pretty good to you too.

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