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e-adlirez · 6 months

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Okay so this is a part 2 to @echoflare841's question because I quickly realized that this is gonna be one helluva mega post if I slapped it all into one post. You might wanna sit down for this one, and uh, if you wish to maintain your innocence and not develop a whole new infuriation towards Scholastic for being so damn slow with translations, then uh, this is your chance to leave and keep Pandora's box unopened, I'll see you when my brainrot allows me to actually do something ^^. Here's a little guy to take with you on your travels.

Still here? Aight, cool. Buckle up.

Scholastic currently has five of the Thea Stilton series translated to English for us to consume, and that's 36 books in the main series, 19 books (on paper) in the Mouseford series, 9 special editions, the Treasure Seekers trilogy, and four Classic Tales. (The graphic novels were released by Papercutz, a company independent of Scholastic.) Now, if we're gonna tally up EdiPiemme's arsenal of Thea Stilton books (and I do mean arsenal), one thing you're gonna have to remember is that Thea Stilton itself is a franchise, not a series. Yes, the Thea Sisters are the spotlight in most of these, but there are some series that fall under the Thea Stilton franchise that are rather different and simply are an extension of the Geronimo Stilton Literary Universe.

Anyway so with that, this is what EdiPiemme has in Thea Stilton books, as of 2023:

59 books in the main series (Avventura)

61 books in the Mouseford series (Vita al College)

12 special edition books, plus the Treasure Seekers trilogy

12 Classic Tales or Libri del Cuore (they did Jane Eyre ya'll as a ninth grade Jane Eyre fan I am surprised)

11 Heart Detective books (Detective del Cuore, basically the girls open up a hobbyist detective agency dedicated to the romantic, the infatuated, and the people who are too shy to confess to their crushes. They play part-detective, part-matchmaker in helping two people who have crushes on each other get together. I think. The detective agency tho I'm very certain on, it's the cutest thing they've done so far)

5 Secret Diaries, just some extra content in the form of a diary all five girls share. Stuff about their lives you don't get to see in adventures that much, and it's cute :D

5 Secrets of the Thea Sisters -- i-it's just five kids' activity books but Thea Sister-themed and also some lore

3 books in Sirene, which is a fantasy thing where the Thea Sisters find a magic link in Whale Island that leads to a mermaid kingdom :D if you felt clickbaited by the special editions because they don't actually have the girls become fairies or something, then Sirene actually has them turn into mermaids for their time in the Cobalt Kingdom :D

23 books in Incanto-- it's a KoF spinoff that follows a group of KoF princesses and princes trying to save it from uh big baddies :D

3 books in Three Girls in the Court of King Arthur, once again another spinoff that circles around three lady knights in King Arthur's court hoping to save the world from Morgana and her mysterious Silent Knight

3 Adventures Through Time, yes the girls get to travel back in time, but it's more magic than science and there's an emphasis on some historical girlbosses

6 Stars Academy books

2 books in The Roses and the Spades, which is a sequel to TGitCoKA

1 SuperSisters book, which is basically a superhero book for the Thea Sisters so they can kick ass and stop having villains roll nat20s in intimidation--

2 Cases in Progress, an ongoing series where the girls are investigating some funky cases detected by an algorithm Paulina's invented that searches the internet space for funky anomalies and weird shnit to investigate

1 book in Spectralia, where three hooman girls get Jumanji-ed into a board game and they gotta Jumanji their way outa there, I only learned about this just now while doing research and it's an interesting premise :3c

And I think that's it? There's one choose-your-adventure type thing where you get to investigate with the girls on a case relating to a crown, but that's about it I think. I dunno, EdiPiemme and the Thea Sisters' blog's catalogues have been a mess since they updated the visuals on both, so I unfortunately can't say for sure if I got all of them or if I missed one because my original sources missed them, but eh. Anyway uh, hope you have fun with this new knowledge :'D

#geronimo stilton #thea stilton #thea sisters #questions with e #hey if all else fails now you are free to express your frustrations on it and grieve with us on the lack of content we English speakers hav #if you decided to let sleeping dogs lie #then I hope you enjoyed the bord #he's a familiar from a roleplay server I'm in #he's my son <:]#if you chose to read on then uh enjoy the information you now have?#the next maneuver can only be to #what the hell scholastic

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hoonvrs · 11 months

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21st CENTURY GIRL — p. jongseong

PAIRING jay x fmr

SYNOPSIS where jay 'claims’ he has a girlfriend but none of his friends believe him because how are you a girl in the 21st century and don't have any social media, right? and if you and jay continue to let them think your relationship is fake for entertainment purposes, nobody has to know.

GENRE smau, fluff, est. relationship, crack

FEATURING (enha) all

WARNINGS swearing, kys/kms jokes, friendly bullying, sex jokes, nobody believing jay ( more will be added if necessary )

STATUS complete

TAGLIST ( CLOSED )

S. NOTE this is planned to be a short smau since the idea isn’t really suitable to be long but i hope u enjoy anyways mwah

also please don’t spam like as it shadowbans me and lessens engagement <3

PROFILE lightning mcqueefs

CHAPTERS

01 okay piss boy

02 galentines*

03 wtf bro

04 did the voices tell you that

05 fuck WHAT

06 brick tennis with tt a cat

07 be fucking for jinja

08 fowl play :3

09 crazy? i was crazy once…

10 no YOU have attachment issues

11 knee moan ya

12 don’t worry about it

13 cuh dey bord

14 je suis le bug de l'an 2000 whiz whiz

15 sacrificial lamb duh

16 nurse he’s out again

17 OUR girl

18 oh my bad gang

19 now break up.

20 tie my laces bitch

↳ extra: random

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cupidsloove · 1 year

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Welt Yang x Isekai!Reader(platonic) headcanons

★ Reader is gender neutral and is a teen/young adult, Welt being a parental figure and the reader is not the Trailblazer

Author's note: Hello I'm not dead... I hope you guys enjoy it and sorry if it too short

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★When Welt first met you, he was warry of you but quickly let his guard down when saw you being very scared and confused.

★ Since you have no where to go in this strange universe, the Astral Express crew invited you on the bord. Even if you have almost none or very weak powers, Welt decided to guide you.

★ He quickly warms up and Welt makes sure that you are feeling well, if you are sad Welt comforts you, he asks you if you slept well, if you dreamed good. Auntie Himeko even makes jokes that Welt has a favourite. Okay, those teasings also were made by the rest of the crew.

★When you are feeling homesick, Welt listens to your ranting about how you miss your parents, siblings, friends, the cat near your home. Welt will always be here to support you emotionally. His affirmative words make you feel better.

★Always interested in the stories from your world, and very fascinated how different and peaceful is compared to the earth Welt knew. He also tells his stories as an animator and his experienced with his loved ones.

★Found very amusing when you found out Welt is 80+ years old. He had to explain why he looks younger.

★When you called him Dad, a smile was drawn on his face, his heart melt,he also calls you his child.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #welt yang #welt yang x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n

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iamasaddie · 8 months

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Never Have I Ever read a Librarian! Marcus P fic. 🥰 I’m not really a Marcus P kinda girl, more of a Dave York (iykyk) girl BUT as someone who works at a library, Marcus P would be the best guy to get lost in the book shelves with 🤭😏

Hi, birdie <3 This is actually such a sweet idea! I haven't seen fics like this either! At first, I was just gonna send this ask out sending writers that see this your idea for a fic. But then I thought about it and something hit me, so here's my take on librarian!Marcus Pike. I gave it my own twist, but I hope you can still enjoy it <3

you're such a heavenly view

paring: Marcus Pike x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 2.1k~ summary: He wants to be in love again. He's just not really sure how. a/n: This was written on a whim. Thank you to the amazing anon for planting the thought of librarian Marcus in my head <3 Not beta-ed, all mistakes are my own so pls don't plagiarize them. warnings: pining, Marcus Pike is shy and horny, male masturbation; no use of y/n MY MASTERLIST

Marcus loved the quiet.

He loved the whisper of turning pages and scribbling pens being the only noise in the spacious library he worked at. A humdrum nine-to-five that most people tried to escape became his salvation. He felt calm, at peace, a feeling that wasn’t prominent in his life before.

When he came here over two years ago just to help his old friend out, with his heart ripped to shreds and falling apart, the walls of this place held it together. And then you and your gentle smiles as you checked out books put bandaids all over it, so it started healing.

Marcus first saw you a year ago, by that time he was already comfortably moving along the labyrinths of the abode of books, knowing every section almost by heart. He still remembered your tiny manicured fingers nervously tapping the reception table as he looked through the computer base for the availability of Giorgio Vasari’s "Lives of the Artists". Before you, art section was one he never frequented for two reasons: first, he didn’t need the reminder of the past that he tried to separate from his present; and second, he knew pretty much every book there by heart.

As his eyes bore into the screen, looking for the right title, with his peripheral vision he saw you burning a hole in the side of his face. Marcus couldn’t help but chuckle, it was a while since a beautiful woman had been interested in him. Or since he noticed. You hurried to stray your gaze away, and his smile became bigger, now showing his teeth. You saw him noticing you and got flustered, that only meant that you staring was intentional. Marcus confirmed that the book you needed was available, but since it was a rare edition you couldn’t leave with it. The library was surprisingly empty for the first month of autumn, but at least you wouldn’t have any problems with staying and doing your research there. You nodded, agreeing with him. The place was quite cozy, you thought that to yourself the moment you entered from the windy autumn street.

"Let me show you to the art section, it’s pretty difficult to navigate these corridors the first time you’re here." Marcus left the librarian desk he had been occupying for the last year and motioned his hand to the right direction.

"Only the first?" You raised your eyebrows and smiled. Damn, you were beautiful in your flared jeans and a big white t-shirt with a warm-looking sweater on top. Your hair in a messy bun, either it was messy because of the wind or because you wanted it to be. Anyway, you looked fantastic like that, so Marcus smiled back automatically.

"Well, the first fifty."

You laughed, and he stumbled at the sound. Marcus felt his cheeks burn with pride, he forgot how pleasant it was to make a pretty girl laugh.

It was over a year ago, and still he remembered that beautiful sound you let out. One of the beautiful moments you shared that he kept sealed in his mind. Even though all your interactions were friendly, and sometimes borderline flirtatious, something always stopped Pike, and he got used to seeing you leaving with a nod and a tight-lipped smile, now almost never lifting your eyes up to meet his as you sat studying behind one of the many similar wooden tables.

He cursed himself, cursed his cowardice and the fact that he got panic attacks any time he tried to tell you a compliment. He hated that he became tongue-tied whenever you asked his opinion on one of the books you checked out. And when his brain was swarming with knowledge, the influences the author had, or the way the work was transcending the time it was written in; his mouth only said ‘it’s a good book’ or worse ‘it’s not bad’. He wanted to punch himself, but that would mean lifting his arms that were numb and limp on both sides of his body.

Today was not an exception, unfortunately. Marcus was sitting behind his desk, pristine, clean and occupied only by his work computer and a book he had been reading during the quiet times. You came over less than half an hour ago, saying your usual hello and asking about yet another book on art. You’d almost read them all, and Marcus was frantically thinking what would happen when you check out the last book from the art section, a place in the library that no one else went to. He told you where to find a copy of "Janson’s History of Art" and you nodded, going in the right direction without needing his help anymore. You didn't look up at him when you took your usual place near the window and placed the book on the table.

Marcus sighed, looking as you brows furrowed when you read something and started rewriting it in your notebook. Art section was your place. Yours and his. It was special, at least for him. He had walked you there exactly forty nine times. Not because you couldn’t remember where to go, no, you were confident in your stride the third time; but because it became a sort of a joke between the two of you. Sometimes you’d just come over and ask him to show you where the art section was, telling him that it was only your 21st, 33rd, 45th time in the library and you didn’t have the opportunity to learn all the right turns yet. He laughed, but always walked you there. Sometimes you were silent, sometimes you’d ask him silly questions (‘What is the rarest book here?’ 'First edition of Oscar Wilde's "The Happy Prince and Other Tales" with the author's inscription.’; ‘What is the worst thing a person did in the library?’ ‘Tried to rip a page out of the first edition of Oscar Wilde's "The Happy Prince and Other Tales"’; ‘Did you stop them?’ ‘Kind of.’; ‘Is the horror section haunted?’ ‘Yes.’). You hadn’t asked him to walk you to the art section for a month now. Marcus even wanted to suggest it himself, but his tongue felt too heavy and big for his mouth whenever he tried.

So he was left with watching. Just like dozens of times before. As he quietly observed from a distance, Marcus couldn't help but lose himself in the beauty of your presence amidst the mundane decorations of his workplace.He thought that he knew you face better than his own by now. The structure of your cheekbones, the curve of your lip, the depth of your cupid’s bow. He could close his eyes and draw you in his sleep. You were engrossed in the book when another wave of hot air from the AC above you tousled your hair. Winter this year was abnormally cold, so to keep the building warm Marcus had to turn up the temperature on the AC pretty high. Maybe he overdid it today. He saw you wiping a lonely droplet of sweat running from your temple. Yes, he definitely overdid it today.

He reached to stand up and go to the temperature controller when you started tugging up your usual bulky green sweater, and dropped back into his chair as the material of your sweater and t-shirt stuck together, so you almost took both items off. Marcus choked on his saliva seeing so much of you that he never saw before. Sure, you wore knee-length shorts and oversized t-shirts during summer, sometimes you even put on a dress when it was too hot for anything else, but this was different. The swell of your naked stomach, the almost-not-there lacy edge of your black bra, fuck, it felt so intimate.

Marcus squeezed his thighs under the table, his cock getting hard with every thought his brain provides. Fuck, it was really not a time or a place for a boner, but you looked so… He pinched the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes and trying to relax, but instead of that he saw images of your naked skin over and over again, followed by fake scenarios where he ripped the shirt off you, kissing your willing body with his greedy mouth. Marcus could almost feel the softness of your skin under his palms, and he bit his lower lip at the phantom feeling, trying to suppress a moan.

He didn’t notice how his legs brought him to the secluded area of the art section, his hands hysterically pulling out his stiff cock from the confines of his pants, while his mind completely shut off.

It was almost primal, the incandescent feeling inside him that made him spit in the palm of his hand before wrapping it around his shaft.

"Fuck," his whisper was quiet, even though it was unlikely that anyone could hear him anyway. There were less than eight patrons when he left the main hall, all of them engrossed in their literature of choice, and he still had an hour before he had to close.

His spit-slicked hand tightened around his cock as he moved it up and down, circling the weeping head every time. Goddamn, he was sick. Fucked up. Getting hard after seeing the stomach of the girl he had been swooning over for almost a year. What in the teenage hormones was this bullshit?

Your skin, the swelling of your stomach, the tiny dip of your belly button. Fuck, he wanted to dip his tongue in the little canyon of your body and hear you suffocating on giggles.

Up, down, up, down.

He looked down, watching his hand methodically moving around his fat cock. As he got closer to his orgasm, the veins that led from the base to the tip of his cock became more pronounced, the head getting darker with every stroke. "God-fucking-dammit, baby," he dropped his head back, punching a wall but barely noticing any pain as he got succumbed by his pleasure. "So fucking gorgeous. Mine. Mine. Only mine."

If anyone heard Marcus, they’d consider him a psycho, his hoarse whisper feverishly calling someone his when he was the only one in the room. He didn’t give a single fuck. In his little fantasy, right now, you were his. Only for him to touch, only for him to love. He tripped over the edge, as his mind flooded by the memory when you first laughed at his joke, and he came all over his fist moaning your name as quietly as possible, as four thick ropes of cum painted his skin pearly white.

Marcus didn’t hear the footsteps, orgasm claiming every sense in his body until he heard a quiet ‘oh’, the voice too familiar to mistake its’ owner.

"Fuck, fuck, oh God, sorry, this is not what you think it is." His eyes went wide at the sight of you. You were pressing your copy of "Janson’s History of Art" to your chest, face curious and almost… amused? He pulled his boxers up, trying not to wince when the thick rubber band scratched the sensitive skin of his spent cock.

"Isn’t it?" You raised your eyebrows at Marcus, and he remembered that he was still standing in front of you with his pants fully undone and his boxers stained with the cum he wiped on them in a hurry.

"No." He shook his head frantically, tugging on the zipper and trying to quickly zip it up when the hem of his shirt stuck in it and he cursed, almost tearing it out.

"So you weren’t just masturbating thinking of me, and the fact that you moaned my name as you came was just a coincidence?"

'How long had you been standing there?' Marcus thought. He heard your steps closing in on him, but didn’t dare to raise his eyes to see the disgust on your face. Instead, he continued fighting with the zipper.

"Yes," he nodded, and then immediately shook his head. "No. Look, I can explain." Marcus searched his brain for the right answer, for something that could fix all of this mess, but coming up empty. His sigh was deep, almost hurting his lungs as he gave up. "Okay, I maybe can’t explain, I’m just… Sorry."

"I’m not."

He snapped his head up so fast that the sides of his vision went black for half of a second. "What?"

You were close. Very close. If you reached your arm out you could help him with a zipper he abandoned in stupor.

"I was planning to come over at the last moment tomorrow and ask you to walk me here," you stepped even closer, placing your hand on his chest and feeling the rapid fire of Marcus’ heartbeat. "You know, for our last time."

He just nodded, the blood pumping in his ears made it almost impossible to understand what you were saying, so he just stared at your lips, unconsciously licking his.

"And then," both your hands circled his neck, burrowing in the slightly damp hair at his nape, "I was going to blow you right against the rare editions shelf."

"Wha..—"

Marcus wasn’t able to finish when your lips crushed into his, tasting each other for the first time. Suddenly, he wasn’t so tongue-tied anymore.

PLEASE WRITE A COMMENT IF YOU ENJOYED THE STORY ♥︎

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #iamasaddie fic #pedro pascal fic #the mentalist fic

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cherry-queens-blog · 2 months

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GYUTARO X READER

Summary - You are someone who was born different. You had this special ability that allowed you to shift into a solid white cat with such fast movement and with that you decide to watch over the one person you couldn't help but feel in love with, Gyutaro Shabana.

Content - Gyutaro x shifting reader, protection, death towards hashira/demon slayers.

Note - Took me awhile to finally get to this but here it is. I had been pretty busy planning this out, and working on new stuff for my shop so I hope you all enjoy. Part two is coming soon as yes the girl is reader (you).

WHITE PROTECTOR prt 1.

The wind sang as it blew through the air while the moon lit up the sky. People were walking the streets with their partners, families, kids, friends. The breeze feeling nice on their skin while they walked around, buying things from the markets and so on, unaware of the eyes that watched them from a roof top. Gyutaro sat there lost in his own thoughts while waiting for one pathetic little human to wonder off on their own through the alley way so he could make a move on them, to kill and feed off of their corps. His eyes scanned every being while he scratched deep wounds into his neck, muttering curses under his breath with jealousy rising to the surface.

It had been quite a long time since a slayer came around and to say the least it was rather odd to him. How come none of the slayers or a hashira even hasn't come around yet? surely they would have known a demon was in this area right? or was their hiding that good?. That couldn't be it they always found out where they were no matter where they went so why hasn't any been around in so long?.

His thoughts ran wild, he couldn't help the fact he had felt pretty bord lately and having nothing to do was rather annoying to him, He wanted some form of excitement instead of just sitting around watching over his sister and hunting down people who never put up an actual good fight.

His continued to scan everyone when something caught his attention. A solid white cat that was staring at him, sitting by a alley way across the street from where he was, unfazed by every person who walked past it. Gyutaro observed the cat from his spot, eyes narrowed as he scratched into his wounds making them deeper, finding the presence of the cat rather weird.

He couldn't help but wonder if the cat was sent to watch him for the slayers?, but then again why would the slayers send a stupid cat?. He shook his head a bit to dismiss the thoughts as foolishness. Gyutaro looked back at the cat and noticed the cats gaze seemed so fixed on him and just him alone.

"what the hell is up with this damn cat"

He muttered under his breath, his tone laced with suspicion and malice. The cat sat their for hours, watching him, until it was almost time for the sun to come up. He watched as the cat walked away disappearing into the alley. Something was definitely odd about it and Gyutaro was going to find out. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was not right about it.

"What is going on here?"

After the odd moment Gyutaro headed back inside to morph back into his sisters body. Each night that passed by that strange cat had kept appearing to stare at him in that same spot. One night he switched spots and yet that cat was there watching him or, watching over him?. Either way he didn't like it and wanted to know what was up with this damn feline. Friday night came and to his surprise he didn't see the cat this time. He wondered where it was, its always there but now it's not?.

Gyutaro was perplexed by the absence of this strange annoying animal. He couldn't deny that he had grown a bit accustomed to it's presence, and without it there it felt like something was missing to him. Gyutaro brushed it off, shrugging to himself as he waited for one stupid human to fall victim to his hands, but his thoughts did seem to keep falling back to that strange white cat that had been watching him so intently.

"Where did the cat?"

He questioned while scratching at his own skin. He watched the people on the rooftop when he suddenly heard something behind him.

"Meow"

As he turned the cat was next to him, pushing it's furry little head up against his waist bone leaving him a bit stunned. Gyutaro stared at it for a moment feeling a bit confused how the cat managed to sneak on him like that.

"What are you doing here?"

He asked, his eyes never leaving the cat as it decided to climb into his lap, now rubbing it's head against his chest in a affectionate way before starting to make buiscuts on his leg. Gyutaros eyes widened a bit, though he couldn't deny that cat was a very pretty one and quite a rare one too with it's white fur and pinkish colored eyes. It's clear this was a very rare breed since he had never seen a cat like this before though, what was weird to him was the fact that the cat smelt a little to human despite not being touched by anyone that he knew of anyway.

Gyutaro observed the strange cat carefully, taking note of the unusual scent, one that was far to human-like for his liking. But, as he looked down into the cats pink eyes he found himself feeling a sense of calm he's never felt in such a long time. He watched as the cat laid down on his lap, reaching down to pet it gently causing it start purring a little as it closed it's eyes.

He felt a strange sense of comfort as he continued to pet the cat, his hand moving back and forth in a soothing rhythm. He still couldn't help but wonder what this cat wanted from him, but for once he didn't feel a sense of animosity towards the creature. Perhaps it was the calming affect the cat had on him?, or maybe it was something else entirely?.

"ngh.. fine you can stay for now"

He muttered, his eyes never leaving the cats face as it slept, resting peacefully on his lap. A new thought had crossed his mind now. What if the cat was sent from lord muzan himself? but muzan dislikes everything so why would he bother with a cat? Especially since he would just come visit himself. Nothing was making sense to Gyutaro or even adding up either about what was happening right now. The cat did seem attached to him and him alone but why?.

He pondered over the strange happenings of the past week as he watched the cat sleep. He still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something significant about this animal, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. His thoughts were interrupted when the cat moved a bit, exposing it's belly to him as a form of trust towards him.

He couldn't help the feeling of something stir within him as he watched how the cat moved onto it's back in his lap. For once though he actually felt like he had a little friend he could trust other than his sister and himself, and it strangely felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"You're a strange cat"

Gyutaro whispered, a slight smile forming on his face even if it is just a small one. For the first time in a long time, Gyutaro felt like he had found a new friend. The night carried on and the cat had stayed by his side all night, giving him the feel of comfort.

The sun was close to rising and that's when the cat got up, stretching out before taking it's leave. Gyutaro watched as the cat left his side, disappearing from his view.

"As strange as you are I am thankful for your presence"

Gyutaro whispered to the empty space the cat left behind, his eyes looking out to the horizon before getting up from his spot as the sun started to make itself known. Moving quickly, making his way back inside to his sister who was waiting for him to return.

"you've been staying out way later than usual, is there something going on that i don't know about brother?"

Gyutaro never told Daki about the strange appearance of the white cat who had been paying him visits every night he goes out. He began to wonder if he should tell her about it or not since it is a bit weird. He looked at Daki really considering it. No doubt he trusted his sister but he knew she may not quite understand and he still didn't have any answers either.

"I've just been busy..... that's all"

He muttered scratching his neck while avoiding her gaze. Daki raised her brow like she knew something was up with Gyutaro.

"I need to rest a bit before heading back out"

He said but Daki wasn't buying it, she knew he was hiding something from her but she didn't wanna push him, whatever he is doing she trusted him, instead she sighed and nodded her head. Weeks past and Gyutaro still hasn't seen a single hashira or slayer yet. It was odd how they stopped coming around when that strange animal came around.

His eyes scanned the city when..

"Finally! a slayer!"

He finally spotted one walking about the streets asking people about the disappearances in the area. Gyutaro sat watching, waiting for the right moment to attack, to have a good fight finally against someone strong when suddenly... a girl walked up to the slayer, her hair was white and her frame was small, her energy giving off the same vibe as that cat did.

She was speaking to the slayer personally before walking away from the crowed going into the alley so they could talk privately which the slayer trusted her since she was sweet and her energy was pure. Gyutaro kept watch over the two gripping his sickles tightly, ready to strike them both down instantly when the slayer picked up on his presence looking up at the demon.

As their eyes met the girl pulled a knife from her pocket and in a quick flawless motion, blood painted the ground and wall. Gyutaros eyes widen in disbelief, she just killed the slayer without hesitation but why?. The girl looked up at him. Her eyes.... her eyes are pink just like the cats eyes... her... she can't be right? what the hell is going on?.

His mind was overtaken by questions while she sat there staring at him with a blank expression on her face, her hair flowing in the wind. Gyutaro couldn't deny she was stunning, just beautiful. He couldn't shake the fact that she resembled the cat, her scent the same as it to. Every single thought flooding his mind like a tsunami leaving him baffled, confused, at a loss for words. The way she killed off that slayer so quickly. This girl felt like an angel to him.

#demon slayer #gyutaro demon slayer #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro #anime #fanfic #fan fiction #gyutaro x reader #gyuutarou #fyp

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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year

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HI OKOKOK SO CAN YOU PLEASS DO A BOB FLOYD X MALE READER I WAS JUST LITERALLY COMPLAINING TO MY BEST FRIEND ABT THERE BEING NO BABY ON BORD X MALE READER FIC PLEASEEEEE

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING A BOB X M!READER hooooo boy have I been saving it up for this. Sorry dude but ya boy loves Bob so much I might actually combust so here I present a bob x m!reader fic! Btw, just so you all know, I know nothing about US military or navy (i don't even know mine lol) so all of the inaccurate stuff is on me, sorry T-T

You didn't request any specific stuff so I'm giving Reader a more confident and dangerous personality (With your callsign being Canine) And while not exactly ‘friends’ with the whole dagger squad before the mission, you were popular amongst them because of your otherwise welcoming vibe, so you're close to most of them. The story will have a lil fluff and promise for more at the end ;) ENJOY LOVELY ANON <3

WON'T BITE

Pairing: Bob x M-Pilot!reader

Tags: Dialogue heavy, first time meeting, implied nsfw, just meeting our cutie Bobby, slight HangmanxRooster

After getting called to Cyclones office and signed into the suicide mission, you didn't think it’ll include the bonus of a cute WSO.

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When Cyclone called you to his office; explained all about this ‘Impossible mission’ thats borderline suicidal, and that you'll be in the same team with the best graduates of Top Gun, you thought it might’ve been a sick joke or a particularly hopeful fever dream. But when you walked out and got a text from Nat to meet her at the Hard Deck, maybe you weren't hallucinating.

Nat: Hard Deck, 9 PM

What happened to ‘hello’? ‘How are you’?

Instead, you replied with a thumbs-up and went on with your day. By the time you had to go leave and meet with Nat, you were in front of your closet, picking an outfit to wear. If this is about the mission then it might be wise for you to wear your formal uniform, and a silver necklace as a touch.

The time reads 2045 when your car pulls into the Hard Deck parking lot, and you jump out once you spot Nat waving at you.

“Nat! Hey!” You wrap her in a hug making her giggle.

“Hey there big guy!” She tightens, making you grin before pulling apart. You haven't seen Nat since her last deployment, those four months you spent alone without her constant company. Finally seeing her stateside again makes you sign in relief.

“Missed you, Phee,”

“Missed you too bud,” She smiles, before she looks behind you, prompting you to turn around. Payback and Fanboy, walking side by side, wide grins on their faces as they spot you and Phoenix.

“Guys!” You greet the two with a side hug, smiling widely. “So this wasn't a date Phee?”

“Shut up, you know it isn't,” She rolled her eyes, making all three of the boys chuckle.

“Wait, so hold on,” Payback pauses. “We’re all here ‘cuz of that new assignment right?"

"Pretty sure, I mean, why else would Cyclone inform us individually on the same day," Fanboy adds. You and Nat nod at each other, before a cheer erupts from inside the bar. Everyone exchanges grins and shuffles into position; Phoenix leads the pack while you, Fanboy, and Payback become the guard dogs behind her.

"Let's bring the party boys," Her smirk sharpens. God, you've missed that.

The doors pushes in, welcoming the pack with the warm atmosphere of the bar Penny has been nursing since years ago. True to her callsign, Phoenix's eyes fly over the room easily, and she stops at one point. You follow her line of sight to meet broad shoulders and primly cropped hair, tips of glasses barely visible behind his ears.

“What do we have here?”

You almost bump into Nat when she stopped just short of the pool table. Your eyes tracked the unfamiliar pilot, sitting lonesome while his eyes studied your pack. Those captivating blue eyes, shining just behind the rim of his glasses, went to Payback, then Fanboy, then yours—At which his eyes met yours, the pilot silently squeaked. You smirk, before turning to Nat who was already in a conversation with Hangman.

“Fellas, this here's bagman,”

“Hangman.” Jake's smile tightens, his eyes are as sharp as Nats. “Whatever,”

“You're looking at a naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill,”

“Stop,” Coyote nods. “Mind you, the other guy was from a museum piece in the Korean war-” Nat continued.

“Cold war,” He corrects. Only for Payback to interject, “Different war, same century,”

“Not this one,” Fanboy adds, at which you smile at him as he grinned back.

Coyote took a second to run his eyes down the line before he leisurely pointed. “Who are your friends?”

“Payback.”

“Fanboy.”

“Canine,” You smirk when Jake's eyebrows elevate, before turning to Coyote. “Hey Coyote,”

“Hey,” He answers simply.

“Who’s the cutie?” You nod, only to be interrupted by Hangman. “Jake Seresin,”

“No dumbass- Who’s he?” You nod then turn fully to the pilot sitting on the side, finding him brushing remnants of nuts from his uniform. He slowly raises his head to find the group staring at him. It should be impossible for his eyes to grow in size, it almost makes you laugh.

“When did you get here?” A smile tugged on Coyote's lips.

“Oh I’ve- I’ve been here the whole time,” He smiles and manages to draw at your heartstring. It took you everything to keep your eyes on him and not down to the floor.

“Mans a stealth pilot,” Hangman chirps, and you hear Coyote agreeing along.

“W-weapons system officer, actually,” He ducks slightly and adjusts his seating, a nervous smile on his lips.

“With no sense of humor,” Nat takes the cue when Hangman offers it, before he slides behind the group, presumably to order another round of beer.

“Lay off, Seresin,” You retorted, giving the man a pat on his arm at which he chuckled at. You only caught a glimpse of a shy smile before Nat continues.

“What do they call you?” Nat leans on the stick. “Bob,”

“No hon, your callsign,” You added, which makes him blink before promptly continuing.

“Uhh, Bob,” He nods firmly. You see Payback chuckling, followed by Fanboy, before they turn to the side with Coyote.

“Bob Floyd?” You turn back to Nat and Bob. “You're my new backseater? From Lemoore?”

You cringe slightly. Natasha was notorious for constantly changing her backseater. It wasn't entirely her fault to begin with, she just flies more dangerously than the average flyboys WSO’s could take. The only two who could follow her flying were Halo and you, granted, it was a training exercise for you. You recalled her last backseater before she was sent to deployment, a pretty built Floridian with the fitting callsign of ‘Crocs’, who demanded to be reassigned after Pheonix scared the living shit out of him. Pray to whatever god above this cutie from Lemoore could take her flaming soul.

“Looks like it, yeah,” He smiles, slightly wider. You nod in response, a sharp smirk displayed, while Nat studied his form for a second. Apparently, a second too long, because his smile turns timid.

“Alright ‘Bob’ Bob,” Nat extends her hand holding the cue to him. You arch a brow. “Rack em’”

You threw your head sideways. You hope Nat would spare him because you really would like to get to know the kid better. “A-alright,” He laughs nervously, before accepting the cue.

“I’ll hang on to this,” you swiftly catch the cup of assorted nuts from Bob who quickly realizes; you’ve managed to slip away enough so is now face to face with him. While there’s no reason for you to stand so close to the WSO, you made sure his arm could brush against yours if he moves only an inch. His glasses glint as he looks up at you, pretty blues meeting yours, before you smirk and nod to the pool table.

“Oh right-” He nods distractedly before he goes to set up the session. You grin, throwing an almond into your mouth, before letting the night continue.

—

At some point Rooster—Yes Bradley Bradshaw, yes the guy Hangman has sexual tension with—arrived, and you swore he almost made out with Jake when they confronted each other. You and Nat only shared an equally annoyed glance, before you greeted Roo with a firm shake and hug.

Though, throughout the night, you didn't leave Bob’s side. While he played and was rudely interrupted by Hangman stealing his cue, you made small conversations with him. You learned he graduated on top of his class, surpassing all of his colleagues, at which he got a position in Top Gun and assigned as Phee’s backseater.

“Phee flies pretty fast, but don't worry, she doesn't bite,” Bob chuckles as he moves back to stand between you and Fanboy. He declines a beer from Payback, opting to take his cup of nuts back while you take the bottle.

“How about you?” You finished chewing the remnants of your last cashew before fully turning to him, humming in question. “D-do you bite?”

“I could,” You tilted your head and grinned, displaying your rows of teeth, and your famously sharp canines. You see Bob gulps, before he drops his eyes to the cup he’s holding, to your disappointment. The nights still young, you could reel him in slowly.

“How about you Bob?” He perks up. “What's your callsign story,”

“Oh uhh… Just, I guess- everyone thought I was average, and well, ‘Bob’ is short for Robert and then-”

“Hold on,” You hold up your palm, making the man promptly shut his mouth. “Robert?”

“Yea-yes, that's my first name,”

“Robert? Robbie sounds way cooler!” You nudge at his hip, making him chuckle, a slight blush creeping from his neck to cheeks. You resist the urge to smother them in kisses.

“Yeah well, like I said, people thought I was average and… ‘Bob’ is a pretty average name for an average guy,”

“And yet,” You pause, making sure Bob’s blues are staring into yours. “You proved them wrong,”

Like static washed over you two, the world seems to quiet down. Whatever the crew was talking about slips away when Bob’s lips part and the hue on his cheeks grow darker.

“You're in Top Gun Bobby, you know you’re not average,” You nod. It takes a second before Bob visibly deflates, be sighs before a genuine smile is displayed in front of you. You could almost feel the sheer shine from the man’s adorable smile.

“Yeah… Yeah, I know,” You chuckle, swaying slightly to him at which Bob repeats the movement. You felt a shock when you brushed knuckles with him, and you're pretty sure it wasn't from the sweaty bottle you're still holding.

The Hard Decks commotion comes rushing back in when the whole bar boo’s, making you and Bob look around in confusion. In the distance, you could faintly hear a note from an instrument being played, before Nat grins and nods at the group to follow her. You arched a brow to Bob who shrugs, before you follow the pilot to Rooster perched on the bar’s beloved piano. Should've known he’d cut the wires to make the bar sing along again, in the presence of Hangman no less.

The group gathers around Roo and the piano, you and Bob standing just at the edge of the line. Once confident with the keys, Rooster belts out the opening verse to Great Balls Of Fire, and the whole club joins in.

Fucking main character, You thought, before joining in on your friend's serenade.

—

“Hope you didn't pull a cord there Payback,” You shoved at the taller man's shoulder, making the group laugh.

“I wasn't singing that loud,” He huffs. “Oh you were, you were,”

Nat only adds, making another round of laughter from the crew. Hard Deck has finally winded down while the clock ticks to 2245. Mostly pilots and their own friend groups are left, and patrons who haven't decided to pick a partner to go home with. Penny can be seen leisurely wiping down glasses, while the rest of the crew has moved from crowding around the pool table to scattering about near the main bar. Jake and Bradley had left an hour ago, suspiciously together, but knowing them; you and Nat only prayed they won't fuck up tomorrow's training. To say you weren't jealous of Jake and Bradley's enemies-with-benefits relationship was a lie; because you’d like to have someone offshore, better yet—in the team—to lay in bed with.

After making sure you didn't drink too many beers to be tipsy, you're currently nursing your last bottle for the night while listening to Nat and Halo arguing against Payback and Fritz, while Fanboys laugh to the side. You squinted when you realized Bob was sitting at the side again, only occasionally perking up when called. You huffed, This can’t do.

“Had enough for the night?” You slide beside the WSO, who immediately makes space at the bar despite the seat separating him and you.

“I think so,” He nods, a timid smile on his lips. God, to taste those lips.

“How about we head out?” Red washes over the man's face.

“I-We- we’re heading out?”

“Suuure, why not,” You smirk, again displaying your canines. “Let's go for a ride, or go out back to the beach, or anywhere,”

“Anywhere?” Bob blinks, seemingly in disbelief or embarrassment, you couldn't tell, slightly fuzzy from the beers.

“Sure, just out.” His face is inches away from you, eyes fluttering as he inhaled sharply. You turn to his ears, close enough to whisper. “I'm all yours baby boy,”

Bob practically melts as he inhales roughly, before he jerkily nods. “Y-yeah okay,”

“Okay,” You smirk, before pulling enough bills to cover your last orders. “Ring me up my dearest Penny,” The woman shakes her head fondly before taking the money.

“Leaving already nines?” Nat perks up, apparently finished with her argument.

“Yeah, sorry Nat,” You shrugged before retrieving your change from Penny. “See you tomorrow at training!” You called as you entwined hands with Bob, obscured from Phoenix's line of sight, before walking out of the bar. Maybe it wasn't covered enough, because just before the door closes, Phoenix shouts;

“You better not break him, Canine! I’m gonna need him tomorrow!”

“No promises!” You shout back, making Bob laugh, his blush now more pronounced under the evening light.

Once outside the bar, you two took in the night's clammy air, the slight hint of sea salt in the wind, and the slightly empty parking lot—saved for your car.

“Now,” You slide your arm around Bob’s surprisingly fitting waist, the man rests a hand on your chest, giggling. “Where to?”

#robert bob floyd x male! eader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob x m!reader #bob floyd x male reader #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #bob top gun #top gun bob #top gun bob x reader #bob floyd x you

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ddeonuluvrr · 5 months

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! Enhypen date idea series !

Part 2

warning - Jungwon x reader, kissing

Jungwon : amusement park

As your two year anniversary was coming up, Jungwon had planned out a date with you. You both decided to pick an amusement part since it was the best option available. After getting ready to go you texted him

“I’m ready”

and he replied with

“I’ll be there in 5 to pick you up❤️”

As he had arrived you got in and he drove to the amusement park, finally getting there after some time you two planned out which rides you would go on being there.

As the day progressed you two were having the time of your lives enjoying it freely by riding rides, fun rigged games, and eating sweet and salty park foods.

As the sun started to set you held Jungwon’s hand as he intertwined fingers, in a gentle and sweet tone he said “I think I know one more ride to take you on before heading home.” he walked faster as you wondered where he was taking you.

as you both stopped infront of a small line looking up you saw the Ferris wheel lighted up in the night. finally as you two borded into a cart.

The ride started as you both sat across from each other in silence for a moment, as the cart moved at a slow pace you looked at jungwon as you could tell he was nervous, his hands slightly shaking from being afraid of heights.

Without thinking you held his hand comforting him, he looked at you with a surprised look for a moment before holding your hand back.

Soon as you both reached the top, jungwon leaned forward cupping your face with his hands not shaking anymore. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with one of his hands before holding your face once more.

he leaned in pressing his and yours lips together keeping it there for some time before letting go, he smiled at you, his dimples showed, making you fall in love with him all over again.

note - I hope everyone is enjoying this series so far even tho it just started💕

#enhypen #k-pop #aesthetic #cute #jungwon #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jungwon #amusement park #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon

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fear-of-flyers · 2 years

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you can let it go (luke hughes)

Luke Hughes x gn!reader

Word Count: 4059 (including lyrics)

Warnings: troubled family dynamics, flight anxiety, general angst (please let me know if i missed anything)

Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long for me to post, life has been busy. But, I'm super proud of where this ended up and hope y'all enjoy! Also so much thanks to @cobrakaisb for proofreading and letting me bug her about this for a month.

You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal" / And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels / Nothing 'bout the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now / So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal /

"Y/n, are you going home for christmas?" Thomas asked. There it was, the question you had been dreading since the talk of the holidays began. "No, I'm gonna stay over break and work. Why?" Bords shrugged, "Just curious, you haven't said anything before and we've talked about it a lot." You shrugged back, choosing not to address it further. The conversation naturally transitioned but you didn't fully insert yourself again. The truth was you didn't want to go back home. Your parents were narcissists who had raised you and your siblings with the highest of standards and very little affection. You had always thought it was normal, not knowing any other way of life but when you started high school you realized that your home life wasn't "normal". As you grew up you distanced yourself from your parents as much as possible, learning to find things you actually liked, not just things you liked because your parents wanted you to like them. That's how you found yourself at Umich. Despite the school being higher level, it wasn't an ivy and therefore wasn't good enough for your parents, who went to Yale and Brown respectively. But you couldn't imagine life anywhere else. Minoring in photography you found yourself working a lot with the hockey team. Eventually Nick and Luke introduced themselves and now, almost 4 months later, you hung out with the team all the time.

You can let it go / You can throw a party full of everyone you know / And not invite your family 'cause they never showed you love / You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh /

Surrounding yourself with people you loved at college made you realize how much you were missing out on in your home. To know the unconditional love you felt from your friends changed you forever. You were truly happy, which is why, now that everyone was going home you found yourself feeling isolated again. It was a couple of days after that conversation, and a week before break, when you were hanging out with the boys again. This time you were in a private study room in the library, everyone finishing up the last of your work before leaving. You had control of the aux, playing some soft music, and were talking a little with everyone, keeping the mood up even on your third hour of studying. Then, as it always did, the conversation shifted to everyone’s plans for break. Brendan was especially excited about seeing Jordan after so long, and was looking forward to Bords flying down with his family a couple of days after christmas. When it was clear that the conversation was going to stay in that realm for a while you excused yourself, grabbing your water bottle to fill up and quietly leaving the room. You walked to the water fountain in the hallway and slumped against the wall, sighing heavily. You felt bad. You didn’t want to bring the mood down because of your issues and felt like it was your fault when the conversation switched away from holiday plans. You were outside for not very long, but lost in your thoughts, when someone cleared their throat next to you. “Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry.” You said, rushing to fill up your water bottle, “I was lost in thought, I just have to fill this up really quick.” You rambled on, embarrassed. “Y/n, stop it, you’re fine.” A familiar voice said. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. We were talking about going home again and I know that can be tough for you.” You turned around and found yourself face to face with Luke, “I'm fine, just stressed. Thank you Luke.” You said, and he nodded, putting his water bottle under the fountain, but you could tell he didn’t fully believe you.

Of the boys on the team you were closest with Luke and Nick, hanging out with them after they introduced themselves and growing closer over the course of the season. Because of this, Luke was able to read you very well, and despite the limited knowledge he had of your family he could tell it was a deeper issue than you were letting on. Therefore, the first thing he did when you mentioned that you were staying on campus over break was call his mom. On the call Ellen could tell almost immediately that something was wrong with her youngest son. He only called so often and had already talked to her earlier in the week to solidify flight plans. With the smallest push, Luke let her know what he had called for and, not even 15 minutes later, a ticket was bought; plans were made for you to spend the holidays with the Hugheses. That brought you to the present, the boys studying, Luke nervous and you blindsided.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright / But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead insidе / You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days / It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind /

“Luke, where is this coming from? I’m fine with my plans for break.” You said, face twisted in emotions you couldn’t begin to place. “It’s not that I didn’t think you were fine but I was talking to my mom and friends’ plans came up. She wanted to offer so you didn’t have to stay here.” At that you scoffed, you didn’t want Luke or Ellen to think that you needed help or a place to stay. “Do you even want me there? I mean, your mom offered. Do you not?” You asked, voice full of accusation and eyes full of rage. Realistically, you knew that Luke was trying to be nice and there was no malice in his actions. But you hadn’t ever had someone do something that big or nice for you and you truly couldn’t figure out how to react. Luke’s face dropped, “No, I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. The offer is still there if you want it.” He said before grabbing his water bottle and turning away, walking back to the study room.

Watching him walk away you knew you messed up, you had overreacted and definitely upset Luke. As he disappeared around the corner you finally filled your water bottle up and tried to figure out how to fix your mistake. But, when you walked back into the study room the first thing you noticed was that Luke wasn’t there anymore. The music was still playing but it was no longer yours, probably Nick's because he knew your phone login, and the mood was a bit more somber. You quietly made your way to where you were sitting before and got back to your homework. The issue was you couldn’t focus. You knew Luke left because of you, and felt like the biggest asshole. You finished the last problem in the set you were working on and started packing your stuff. “Y/n you good?” Briss asked, turning to you, eyes full of worry. You nodded softly, “Yeah, just tired. Plus, I wanna get back before my roommate does and clean a little.” Briss nodded, accepting your answer but clearly not fully believing you. You disconnected your phone from the speaker (but left the speaker for the boys to use) and softly waved as you left.

When you got back to your dorm you did clean, turning on music to lift your spirits and help you stop thinking about everything happening in your life at the moment. But, about halfway through your normal cleaning routine your mom called. You let it ring through, wanting anything but to talk with her at that moment. Luckily she only called once, leaving a probably long voicemail, and it allowed you to finish your cleaning and homework. But once you finished you were faced with the reality of the situation you were in, the situation you put yourself in. The first thing you did was text Luke to apologize. You let him know that you were really grateful for his offer and that, all willing, you would love to go to Florida with him for break. You also asked him if the two of you could meet up for lunch the next day so you could fully explain everything. The next thing you did was call your mother back, letting her know that you wouldn’t be home for christmas, before texting your siblings and apologizing for your future absence and promising to still send presents.

You can let it go / You can throw a party full of everyone you know / And not invite your family 'cause they never showed you love / You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh /

You went to bed early that night, wanting to get a good rest before meeting with Luke, anticipating a difficult conversation. The next morning you woke up and got ready for your 10 a.m. history lecture. You got out of the shower to a text from Luke accepting your apology and confirming lunch, offering the name of your favorite diner. You responded saying it was perfect and that you would see him at 12, enough time for you to walk from class but early enough where Luke wouldn’t miss his late afternoon practice. Class was uneventful but that didn’t matter because you spent the whole 90 minute lecture thrumming with anxiety for your lunch with Luke. You had no clue how he felt given how you had left off the last time you saw each other, just that you clearly upset him. You didn’t know if he was going to forgive you or even if the offer that had started the whole situation was even still on the table. You got to the diner with 3 minutes to spare and opened the door to Luke already sitting at your usual table. You smiled awkwardly as you made your way over, sliding into the booth across from him. “Hi,” you said, meeting luke’s eyes. “Hi Y/n” he said, smiling gently, “I’m sorry for what I did,” he added, shocking you. You shook your head immediately, “No, Luke, don’t be sorry, I'm the one who should be apologizing.” You said, rushing to explain before he could say anything. “I was mean to you Luke. I know that you were trying to be nice, I knew that when you offered and I brushed you off and acted like you were crazy for it. in truth, it’s just hard for me to think about going anywhere else, no matter how much I want to.”

That admission had a rush of emotions crossing luke’s face. “You want to come home with me?” He asked, eyes shining with excitement. You nodded, “And if the offer is still open then that’s the plan.” You added, wanting to make sure you weren’t inviting yourself. “Of course it is Y/n, I wouldn’t dream of taking it back.” Luke responded. but his smile fell when he remembered what he wanted to ask next. “Okay. You don’t have to tell me but, why aren’t you going home?” He asked, rushing to add “Please don’t tell me if you don’t want to, you don’t have to” When he saw your face falling at the thought. You laughed a little, Luke's panic lifting your mood a bit. “Luke calm down,” You said, “I’m gonna tell you because I want to. Plus, I think it’ll be good to get it off my chest.”

Taking a deep breath you started explaining everything. “My parent’s kinda suck. They’re narcissistic and only really care about how we make them look, not how we feel. My siblings and I had to be perfect growing up; all As, first in sports and extracurriculars, if there was an award for something we were expected to win it. And because it was all I knew, I didn’t think anything of it. that changed going into high school. I realized that it wasn’t normal for parents to control every aspect of their child’s life so I started distancing myself from them, which they hated. When I was applying to colleges they made me apply to all the Ivies, arguing which of their alma maters I would go to. They hated it when I chose Umich instead of Yale and made me think I was gonna hate it here. But I don’t, and being around you and the team and my other friends has made me realize how much I've been missing out on. Y’all make me feel so loved.”

“You are so loved, Y/n.” Luke said, reaching across the table for your hand, “And, if I didn’t make it clear before, I do want you there for the holidays. It would make me so happy to be able to spend time with you, even happier if it would make you happy.” When he finished you look up from your hands, the hands Luke hadn’t let go of, and make eye contact with the boy sitting across from you. You were crying a little, you knew, but couldn’t help it. “Hey, are you okay?” Luke asked, eyes shining with worry, scared he upset you more. You nodded, wiping your eyes. “Yeah,” you answered “I just really appreciate you Luke. Thank you so much, for everything.” At that the worry left Luke's face, “Of course Y/n, I would do it all over if you asked.”

You can see the world, following the seasons / Anywhere you go, you don't need a reason / 'Cause they never showed you love / You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own /

You found yourself, five days later, in line at the airport Starbucks to grab drinks while Luke grabbed the two of you snacks for the flight. The days leading up to the flight you spent panicking about not having gifts for anyone that you would be seeing, especially Ellen; so you spent the time in between working and classes packing and online shopping. You had planned to pick flowers up at the Orlando airport to give to Ellen when she picked you up but you wanted to have at least something small to give everyone else. Luke indulged you, helping you find things he thought his brothers and dad would like and you thanked him endlessly for putting up with you. What you didn’t know was that whenever Luke answered “Of course” he meant it with his whole being, he would do anything you asked. The boy you found yourself spending so much more time with had been harboring a crush on you since he made Nick go with him to introduce himself.

You finally boarded at around 3:30 and were scheduled to land at 6:10. Settled nervously into your aisle seat, you got out your water bottle and book. “Ya ready?” You asked, but turning to Luke you saw that he looked particularly nervous. “Hey, are you okay?” You asked, grabbing his hand. He nodded shakily but you didn’t fully believe him. “Luke, you don’t have to be okay,” you said, “Are you nervous about bringing me home?” you asked. That garnered a more confident response as Luke shook his head. “No, of course not. They’re all going to love you too.” He said before rushing to continue, to cover just what his words revealed, “I just kinda hate flying. I know I do it often but the fear just won’t go away. Promise you won’t make fun of me?” You shifted so that you could look at him comfortably, “Luke of course I won’t make fun of you.” You said “You can hold my hand as long as you need, okay?” He nodded at that and pulled your hand into his lap. The two of you made quiet conversation as the plane took off. Then you let go of Luke's hand long enough to plug your headphones into the screen, give one side to Luke and choose a movie.

That was the last thing you remembered because 2 and a half hours later you were waking up to Luke softly rubbing your shoulder that wasn’t slumped against him. You shuffled lightly, slowly opened your eyes and looked up at luke. “Yeah?” You asked, not fully understanding what was going on. “We landed sleeping beauty.” Luke said, a smile painting his face, “People are already getting off and I just texted my mom.” You nodded, lifting your head off of his shoulder and started to put everything into your bag. When there was a gap in people, you and Luke stood up and grabbed your luggage before deboarding the plane. Then when you made it to the terminals you made your way out of the way before stopping to figure out where you were going. After reading the signs you turned back to Luke who had a guilty look on his face.

“What?” you asked. “So my mom just texted that she got caught up in prep stuff.” Luke started, “So my brother Jack has to pick us up.” You nodded, expecting more. But when he didn’t continue you asked “Is that it?” He nodded. “Oh,” you said, “that’s fine. I was expecting something much worse.” Luke sighed in relief “Cool, that’s great. Well, he’s almost here so we should probably start moving again.” You nod and grab the handle of your suitcase, following the signs to the gate that Jack was waiting at. As you walked you asked “Why were you apologizing because your brother is picking us up? Is he really mean or something?” At that Luke looked surprised, the real answer was that he had talked about you a lot, especially leading up to this trip, and he was certain that his brothers would tease him for it. But, he couldn’t say that without exposing how he really felt so he settled for an adjacent truth, “No, not mean. Just a lot.” he said, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable and I know that Quinn would’ve been more lowkey.” You nodded, but you could tell there was more that he wasn’t letting on and hoped it wasn’t bad. “Well,” you said, “I appreciate you being concerned. I know it’s gonna be fine though.”

You're just in time, make your tea and your toast / You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh / You don't have to go / You don't have to go home /

You had been with Luke and his family for a week now, both Christmas and Hanukkah have come and gone, and you were in complete bliss. Being surrounded by, and included in, a healthy family dynamic was refreshing to you and you were eternally grateful that Jim and Ellen welcomed you into their home. Throughout the week you had gotten closer with both Jack and Quinn, but had bonded even more with Luke and were absolutely harboring a crush on the boy. You had barely spent a second alone throughout your stay, wherever you were Luke was close behind, but you couldn’t complain. Luke’s company has always made you feel safe but this was true now more than ever, and despite not talking to anyone about it, Luke’s family could tell that you liked each other and were waiting until you could figure it out yourselves. Little did you know, Luke had been planning to ask you out for most of the trip and, with Quinn’s help, had the perfect way to do it.

It was a Saturday, three days before you left, and Luke asked you to go to breakfast with him. Of course you said yes, but he was nervous leading up to it which in turn made you nervous. His nerves made for a very awkward car ride filled with a thick tension and deafening silence. Finally, you couldn’t stand it anymore. “What’s happening Luke?” You asked, eyes full of concern and voice laced with anger. You were angry, you had been having what you thought was a great week only for the most awkward car ride of your life. You just wanted answers. “Do you regret this or something?” At your question Luke realized his mistake, he hadn’t considered that the lead up to his question could look bad. Aggressively shaking his head Luke pulled over onto the side of the road. “Luke what is this?” You asked again, your anger replaced with nerves.

Oh, there’s a long way to go /

I don’t believe that time will change your mind /

In other words /

I know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

“Okay,” Luke started, “I’m going to say something but you have to let me finish before you respond or react.” You nodded confirmation, hoping it wasn’t something that was going to break your heart. “To start, I’ve had a lot of fun this week and am super happy that you came home with me. The week has only made me realize how much I love having you in my life and how much I really like you. Like, as more than friends.” Luke rushed out, pausing to breathe. “Now, this isn’t how I wanted to do this but clearly I didn’t think through execution far enough to do it right. Will you go out with me? No wait, that sounds too casual. Will you, Y/n Y/l/n, be my partner?” Finally Luke finished what he was saying and looked into your eyes for a response. Unfortunately, the first thing you did was laugh which scared him to death. But you quickly realized your error and rushed to correct it “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry I just thought something was wrong because of how nervous you were.” You said, “Of course I want to go out with you Luke. I’ve liked you for so long.” With those words the energy in the car lightened immediately, and Luke couldn’t help but pull you into a kiss. You pulled away from him, your hands on his face, smiling wide. “It might be too soon but I have to say something” You say, “I love you.” At that, Luke’s grin widens even more than he thought possible, “I love you too.” He responds, thanking his lucky stars that everything worked out.

After your moment you continued on to breakfast, which you agreed counted as a date, and then back home where Quinn was waiting to hear how breakfast went. You and Luke walked into the house holding hands and all Luke had to do was nod in confirmation before Quinn whooped with joy. At his burst of excitement you blushed and the rest of the family came rushing into the room from around the house, not sure whether they had to be nervous or not. “What, what?” Ellen asked, eyes checking over her oldest and you and Luke for injuries or emotion. Eventually though, her eyes settled on your intertwined hands and a smile broke out onto her face. “Congratulations,” she said, smiling sweetly with eyes full of love, “I take it breakfast went well, Luke.” At his mom’s comment, Luke nodded before turning to you and placing a brief kiss on your lips to clue in Jack and Jim. With everyone on the same page Ellen came over to hug you and her youngest, whispering in your ear, “Having you with us has been a joy, you are welcome back any time.” You thanked her quietly, knowing you had finally made it home.

You can let it go / You can throw a party full of everyone you know / And not invite your family 'cause they never showed you love / You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes #umich hockey imagine #umich hockey #hockey imagine #hockey fic #my writing #fear of writing

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nicohischierz · 2 years

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Part 2! Part 2! Part 2!

alright here’s the part two! hope you enjoy 💞

after your statement of you and luke only being friends the boys around the house shut up and went on with their days.

obviously they all the way you and luke interacted with each other but they decided that it was your problem and not theirs.

but what quinn and jack weren’t expecting was for your boyfriend to show up to the lake house. of course you had told everyone you were dating and except for the michigan boys no one else believed you.

so when matthew knies walked out to the backyard and you pulled him in for a kiss, they were shocked to say the least.

you and matthew started dating after you visited the boys in minnesota. the two do you met up after that and started talking, eventually leading to you dating.

“thank you for inviting me,” matthew thanked luke. quinn spotted his younger brothers clenched jaw as he shook matthews hand.

after matthew came nothing changed between you and luke. the two of you were attached to each other’s hips. at first matthew was slightly annoyed because he hasn’t seen you in weeks.

but after carefully observing how you and luke interacted the first week he was there, he understood that in fact he was interrupting something.

“hey matty, can i talk to you and bords?” matthew called his best friend. matty nodded and called bords as well, the three boys headed into an empty room and locked the door as matthew fiddled with his fingers.

“y/n and luke, have they always been so close?” he asked. matty and bords looked at each other before nodding solemnly. matthew nodded “have i just been incredibly blind?”

matty didn’t say anything whilst bords answered “yes.”

matthew laughed slightly at bords forwardness before nodding and thanking the two boys. kniesy spotted you and ellen in the kitchen and he felt awful for what he was about to do but it was necessary.

“hey y/n, do you think we could go for a walk?” he asked. there was visual confusion on your face and ellen squeezed you fingers before the two of you left.

you and matthew walked sound the neighbourhood in silence until he broke the silence.

“the past couple months together have been fun. but honestly y/n/n, i think it would be better seeing other people,”

you were definitely stunned by the statement and matthew could tell so he brought you into his chest slowly.

“did i do something wrong?” you whispered.

matthew shook his head. “of course not y/n/n, being here in the lake house brought something for me to think about,”

confusion was written over your face once again and matthew smiled down at you “you need this y/n, because i’m holding you back.”

you nodded slowly and hugged matthew tightly before walking back into the hughes house. luke immediately noticed the fall in your mood and followed you to his room.

matthew smiled before looking at matty and bords who gave him a sad smile

#luke hughes blurb #nicohischierz request

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ailendolin · 1 year

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Right as Rain: Thomas

I hope I did that right

I'm so sorry it took a few months to write your ficlet but here it is at last. I hope you enjoy it!

Next up:

Bed bargain: [Isabelle] won’t stay in bed. [Thomas] convinces them.

Conversationalist: [Alison] rambles in their sick state.

✿: feeling so out of it, they need constant attention - Caphavers

Ask Games are here & here. Filled prompts are here & here on AO3.

There are only 2 more slots open for ficlets based on these ask game prompts before I'll move on to a different set of prompts.

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Shots

Right as rain: [Thomas] says they’re fine right before collapsing.

Thomas was outside when it happened. He only had a split second warning in the form of Robin stopping mid-step and cocking his head to the side, sensing something Thomas couldn’t, before two shots rang out in quick succession. Birds flew up from the neighbouring grounds, screeching loudly in distress, and Thomas jerked to a halt.

Robin turned to him.

“Is okay,” he said in a tone that managed to be gentle and soothing without sounding patronising. It might have calmed Thomas down if a third shot hadn’t echoed across the landscape just then. Staggering forward as if he had been hit, he instinctively reached for his wound. His fingers touched blood and he let out an involuntary whimper. It felt fresh, almost as if–

“Thomas, hey.” Robin was suddenly in front of him. “Is just Barclay. He’s hunting. Hear the dogs?”

Thomas tried to blink him into focus as he strained to listen. It took him a moment but at last he could faintly make out the frantic barking of dogs over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. He swallowed thickly and nodded at Robin. “I … I do.”

Robin’s lips pulled up into an encouraging smile. “Good. See? Nothing to worry a–“

Another shot rang out, closer this time. Thomas flinched. Pain seared through his side where the musket ball had carved its path into his flesh a long time ago, and the trees around him blurred as the world narrowed down to one horrible feeling: panic.

“Hey,” Robin said again, trying to get his attention by touching his arm.

“I’m fine,” Thomas managed to choke out. “I’m … I’m not scared.”

He tried to shrug off Robin’s hand and bring some distance between them but when he stepped backwards, a fifth shot was fired and the world suddenly tilted on its axis. Thomas’s legs buckled under him and he crashed to the ground despite Robin’s attempt to hold him upright. Desperately gasping for air, he reached up to cover his ears even as he felt shame burning in his stomach. It hadn’t been this bad in years – at least not when he was around other people and someone could witness his weakness. He needed to get a grip on himself before Robin could laugh at him and mock him for–

Warm hands suddenly covered his own and Thomas’s eyes flew open. Through his tears, he saw Robin kneeling in front of him, so close their noses were almost touching. He wasn’t laughing like Thomas had expected, wasn’t even grinning or smiling. His brow was furrowed in unmistakable concern, rather, and his eyes, older than the world around them, were calmly holding his gaze, tethering him to the here and now. “Is okay. You’ll be all right. Promise.”

Thomas found himself nodding frantically, desperate to believe him. He had no idea how long they stayed like that, on their knees in the mud and holding eye contact. It felt like ages until the woods finally fell silent, almost eerily so, and Robin lowered his hands. Hesitantly, Thomas did the same, not surprised to find them trembling.

“I think they made kill,” Robin said after a moment. He listened for a few more seconds before he nodded, satisfied. “Is over.”

Thomas closed his eyes in relief. “Thank god.”

Robin nodded over his shoulder towards the house. “Better go back inside. Just to be sure.”

There were no words to describe the emotions that suddenly rushed through Thomas when he felt himself being carefully pulled to his feet and forward, away from the woods and the border of the neighbouring grounds and towards the safety of their home.

“Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely. It wasn’t nearly enough to convey the gratitude he felt for Robin’s presence and support in that moment but it seemed to be all Robin needed to forgive him for ruining their day.

“Is okay. I can show you owl babies tomorrow.”

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Thomas managed to give him a shaky but honest smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

#thomas thorne #robin #bbc ghosts #ask game prompt ficlet #my fic

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nickeverdeen · 1 year

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Hello! And yes, you can have a (Romantic(If ok))match up exchange(Tho it may take a bit of time cause I am working on a one shot write now that im really happily about so far :))

For the Match up fandoms can I have Detroit(I recently made my way back into this fandom by the threads of being borde and Bryan dechart being a meme/adorable) and the Umbrella academy(Any season)

I will say, character I dont want 100 percent from detroit; Kara(She cute but no), Hank(he's just so...angry) and the obviouses(GavinAliceAmandaEtc) and umbrella academy; Luther and Sir Hargreeves..... thats it.

Im an Aquarius born, ISTP(Or INTJ...im confused cause I toke two test and got two different answers) who is panromantic(With a male lean) and uses any pronouns(but more commonly She/her by peers)

I enoy reading, writing, horror anything(im watching a series with my mom and it gets really gross and the only thing im getting grossed out by is the mud that one person falls into), I weirdly like being feared(there was a rumor around in a small friend group that i have major angre issues and none of them would step close to me(I do but only if really triggered))music(I mainly enjoy rock, heavy metal and grunge with a few goth sounds, but I do like a few pieces like Emotional waltz) I enjoy cooking and having been a help in the kitchen,I find it amusing when I get to learn soemthing new with or from people, I like photography and I do alot of drawing, and I love bugs.

I dont like mud(Like said before), loud crowds, crowed spaces, the sun, rude people, red meats, being put in the line light, and country music.

My personaly is very much a rubber ball; will and can bounce around unpredictabily(As a child I was diagnosed with being Bipolar and to have ADHD), but majorit of the time, I look like a man in his 30's that only drinks either whiskey or coffee(and so ive been told in the hot way(ngl)), im not one be patience with people that waste my time and I have not patience for people that waste my friends time, I am very loyal and I find I can be very protective of my friends and if they're being mistreated I do get angred by this(I wanted one person D*ad for using my best friend for her own fun), but under my scary(Not my words) appearence, im actually very nice and easy to talk to.

My aesthetic is mainly a grungy cottage core like look with a few really bring vintage marvel shirts I stoll from my dad.

When Im looking for a relationship, I want someone that can keep up with me, cause sometimes I can be very all over the place and sometimes I like to just drift along, I want someone that is willing to learn things from me while I can learn things from them, and I search for loyalty in someone, not just to their partner but to their friends as well.

Hope you have a great day/night and respond to you soon!

Your Detroit Become Human match is…

Markus

He also enjoys reading and maybe sometimes writing

Markus isn’t really into the whole horror thing

Violent Markus would totally understand if you like being feared

But pacifist Markus doesn’t really get it

He can cook, but would be very happy if you’d decide to join him

Doesn’t get why you don’t like mud, but doesn’t make any kind of deal out of it

Markus himself doesn’t like crowds so he gets you with this one

Is aware that you have ADHD and are Bipolar, but to be honest he doesn’t really give a fuck

Appreciate your loyalty as he knows he can count on you

Don’t worry, he can keep up with you very easily

Markus is willing to try and do new things so that one is check

He is also very loyal to you and would never cheat on you

Gets really protective of you as well considering there’s marching or revolution going on

He cares for you a lot, but wouldn’t spoil you

You’re Markus’s comfort person

The one he will come up to if he’s very desperate

Or needs an advice

Or just comfort

Your The Umbrella Academy match is…

Five Hargreeves

Watches the horror with you and chuckles at the fact that you’re only grossed when the person falls into the mud

Five gets the fact that you like to be feared ‘cause so does he

Man can’t cook for his life

Please teach him or help him with it

Makes sure that no-one is rude towards you

I mean no-one has a death wish here

Keeps you away from loud crowds and crowded spaces

Five also finds it both hot and amusing that you look like a man in his 30’s that only drinks wiskey and coffee

He seriously likes your attidute and loyalty

Oh, he does understand your overprotectivness of your friends and loved ones

He is ready to kill/scare anyone if they would hurt you

Keep up with you? You would need to keep up with him

Five seriously doesn’t mind teaching his love new things

You can’t really teach him much considering he knows how to do a lot of stuff already

Comes to you with his problems

He trusts you fully

Would never cheat on you

He spend most of his life alone and to destroy your relationship ‘cause of someone else seriously ain’t worth it

Five loves you a lot

Be ready ‘cause his siblings would tease you two about your relationship

Mainly Klaus

#request #headcanons #matchups #detroit being human #dbh x reader #dbh markus #dbh markus x reader #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #tua five #tuafivexreader #five x reader

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