#Apparently I am still a simp for this guy..

[yuri-is-online]

Azul totally has an octopus and shrimp plush that he makes kiss.

Who? How? Usually when I get an ask I know where it comes from (or why anyway) but this time I just looked at my phone and got hit by a bus. But you know what annon? You are so right, he totally does.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, Azul engages in some SSS tier simping (shrimping?), once again this is a joke but I am not taking cold meds this time! Please look at my masterlist for more serious works.

Plush toys do not exist in the ocean, the concept of them was something Azul had been made aware of in his research and made note of in land training camp. But of course, as was the case with more things than he would ever admit to outside of a court order, Azul failed to grasp just how ubiquitous and popular plushies were. He had even been gifted an octopus plush as a prize during one of the first Board Game Club events he attended, something he had intended to brush off as childish until he saw the way his club mates reacted, even if he didn't understand why himself the little guy was clearly an enviable prize. A claim made less believable with how he hadn't let Floyd squeeze it, or Jade poke at it, and he certainly had not agreed to give it to Idia no matter how much he had begged.

The shrimp plush had been a... strategic purchase. No really, if anyone asked he had a perfectly reasonable explanation for why he had bought this specific plush that he had to go out of his way to find, order, and watch out for to make sure that Jade didn't bring it to him with the rest of his mail. The Mostro Lounge was always going to expand to have a merch store, and since plush toys were so popular with humans it made sense to have some! He just needed to ensure this particular brand was of a high enough quality to commission-

No one was going to buy that excuse. All the more reason to keep this little indulgence a secret, even if the seller had been confused by his request for discreet packaging.

"It's just a plush sir?" To them maybe, to him this is a painful sign that he should just say something already but he needs to plan for that and this should help. The two plushes certainly look natural enough together, Azul has seen pictures of some beds that have a bunch of little guys set up on them and he's beginning to see the appeal. Maybe he should get two eels? Smaller than the shrimp, obviously, it's the only way the real ones will ever let him live it down. But by thinking that he is sort of acknowledging who the little shrimp is supposed to represent. And they're sitting next to him in his bed.

He takes back his previous thought, Azul has no idea how humans sleep with things that remind them of the objects of their affections, it's filling his mind with situations.  He props himself up against the headboard, holding both plushies close to his face so he can see them without his glasses.

“I was so lonely.” Azul is incapable of picturing him otherwise.  “I really missed you.”  He sniffles, and the little shrimp jumps to comfort him.

“I missed you too!”  The little shrimp is friends with the octopus?  Azul has no idea when that happened he just got them today-  “Let’s never be apart again ok?”

“Do you really mean that?”  The little octopus tentatively reaches out one of his stubby tentacles towards the shrimp, who takes it happily.  “I don’t want to let you go…”

“You don’t have to.” comforts the little shrimp. “We can get married and do our laundry and taxes together forever and you won’t ever have to be lonely ever again.” 

And that is apparently when Azul decides to come back to his senses, just as he is halfway through humming a wedding march and making the plushies kiss.  He remembers himself enough to keep them from dropping to the floor, but they still fall to his side as he collapses back onto his pillows redder than a boiled lobster.

Maybe he should just… give the little shrimp over to Yuu.  And make some actual progress on that laundry and taxes bit.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #there is a fan art piece i saw that was p much just azul making an octopus and shrimp plush kiss #it's a cute concept

[bingwriterxo]

the shakespeare exhibit - part 2

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which you and tara go on your first date

warnings: none

word count: 1600+

author's note: more museum tara :D i am begging someone to take me on a shakespeare in the park date

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“Shakespeare in the park?” Tara asked as she stared at the outdoor stage, a few actors in costume bustling around and getting ready before the play started. Who would willingly choose to be in one of these things? she thought. She looked at you, her eyebrows furrowed. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you said, shrugging. You shoved your hands into your back pockets and tilted your head at her. “What, not into it?”

“Well, when you said you wanted to plan the first date, this definitely wasn’t what I was expecting,” she admitted, glancing at the surrounding bleachers. It was surprisingly crowded, and she tensed at the thought of anyone she knew seeing her there. Then again, who the hell do I know that likes Shakespeare? Her attention shifted back to you, a small smile on her face. I can only deal with one Shakespeare nerd.

You chuckled and hung your head. “I’m sure this isn’t what you’re used to.”

She looped her arm through yours, pressing herself into you a bit. “It’s not, but I can dig it.”

“You don’t have to lie, Tara,” you said. “I know you don’t like this stuff.”

“I mean, no, I really don’t, but you do, so it’s fine.”

You shook your head and bit back a smile as you looked at her. “We’re not actually doing this for the date, by the way.”

“Oh, thank god!” Shit, did I just say that out loud? She looked up at you sheepishly, but you were simply staring back at her with a soft grin, no offense or annoyance on your face. “I--sorry.”

“It’s cool.” You started to lead her away from the park, her arm still looped through yours. “Trust me, even I’m not nerdy enough for Shakespeare in the park.”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked. “Because the guy at the front knew you by name.”

Pink spread across your cheeks. “That’s…not important.” You turned to her, mischief in your eyes and a teasing smirk pulling at your lips. “Besides, I just wanted to see what you’d do if I brought you here, and, apparently, you’re enough of a simp to go along with it.”

Tara’s mouth dropped open, her eyes wide in disbelief. “What? I’m not a simp!”

You laughed and bumped your shoulder against hers. Butterflies sprang up like vultures in Tara’s stomach at the action. “Two seconds ago, you were literally agreeing to sit through a random Shakespeare play, and we both know you don’t like Shakespeare.”

“So? That doesn’t mean I’m a simp!”

“Tara, you told me yourself that you only watch She’s the Man for Amanda Bynes and 10 Things I Hate About You for Julia Stiles, and those are two of the most iconic modern renditions of Shakespeare.” You pulled your arm away from hers and instead wrapped it around her shoulders, bringing her closer to you. “So, the very fact that you were willing to watch an actual Shakespeare play is quite telling about your simpness.”

Damn it. She got me. “Whatever,” she huffed, her arm slipping beneath the backpack that you were wearing and sliding to hang around your waist. Her fingers drummed against a belt loop of your pants. “What are we actually doing, then?”

You pointed ahead of you. “Why don’t you take a look for yourself?”

Tara glanced forward, her eyebrows knitted together until she realized what you were talking about. The two of you were walking toward a park where there was a large projector screen set up, The Babadook title showing ominously on the front of it. There were a few other couples sprawled out on the grass, though not many, and the grin that spread across her face couldn’t be held back even if she tried.

"The Babadook in the park sounds much better than Shakespeare in the park,” she said, and you laughed.

“I thought this might be more up your alley.” You unraveled yourself from her and slipped away, just enough so that you could intertwine your fingers with her own. “Plus, I might’ve gotten a little hint about your favorite movie from your friend Mindy in my Romanticism course,” you confessed.

Mindy?! “You know Mindy?” she asked.

You nodded. “We’ve done a few projects together.” You wormed your way out of your backpack and tossed it onto the grass. “And then I guess you must’ve talked about me because she told me she knew about our upcoming date literally the day after you and I met,” you said, your voice light.

Tara could feel herself blush up to her ears. I’m going to kill her. “Shut up,” she muttered.

You kneeled down and unzipped your bag, pulling a blanket out of it. “Don’t be embarrassed,” you said, glancing back at her with a stupidly-adorable smile. Stop being so damn cute, she thought. “It’s endearing.”

She groaned and ran a hand down her face. “Shut up, please!”

“Okay, okay,” you conceded, unfolding the blanket and trying to lay it down flat on the grass. “I’ll stop if you help me with this.”

“Oh! Right. Coming.” She hurried to the other end of the blanket and grabbed it, helping you set it down in the right way. Once it was finally flat, after many failed attempts--“we’re not very good at this, are we?” you giggled at one point, to which Tara simply wanted to melt into a puddle--she flopped down ungraciously with a sigh. “That was a lot of work,” she huffed.

You chuckled as you sat beside her. “Good thing we get to do nothing except be scared for the next hour and a half.” You reached for your bag and Tara watched as you turned it upside down, a mountain of different candy falling out of it. “And also, of course, eat snacks.”

She gasped. “You got Twizzlers!”

“Well, duh. They’re the best movie snack.”

Tara looked up at you, internally cringing at the fact that she knew she had the cheesiest, shit-eating grin on her face, though she couldn’t help it as she thought, Fuck, this girl is perfect.

* * *

“I don’t understand how that could be one of your favorite movies,” you said as you walked along the sidewalk, Tara’s hand in your own. You shivered. “That shit gave me the heebie-jeebies.”

Tara chuckled. “The heebie-jeebies? Seriously?” she teased.

You turned to her, a faux-offended frown on your face. “I swear, Tar, I’m literally going to see the Babadook in my nightmares tonight, and I’m gonna blame it on you.”

Tara could feel her knees practically buckle beneath her as the nickname rolled off your tongue, but she knew she had to keep playing into the bit. “Hey!” She raised her freehand in surrender. “You chose to take us to see this movie. You can only blame yourself.”

You huffed. “Well, trust me when I say that I never would’ve watched that if you weren’t a horror movie fanatic.”

She hummed and leaned against you. “Looks like I’m not the only simp here, huh?”

“I hate it here,” you mumbled jokingly. You glanced at her. “Maybe I should just leave you out here instead of walking you home.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

You smiled. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

Tara giggled. “I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.”

“Woah, now. I don’t know if I’d go that far. I mean, let’s not forget the Shakespeare in the park--”

“Never talk about Shakespeare in the park again,” she interrupted. “Ever.” She thought for a second; then, “And don’t you dare tell Mindy I was willing to watch it.” I’d never hear the end of it from her.

“I’ll agree to that on one condition,” you said as Tara slowed to a stop, her apartment building looming ahead. As much as she was tempted to invite you inside, she could see the light on in the living room and knew that Sam was waiting for her—and, if not just Sam, then all of her friends.

She turned to you, your hands clasped between your bodies. “And that is?”

“A second date?” you asked shyly, and Tara squeezed your hand softly, a giggle falling from her lips.

“I didn’t even think that was a question,” she said.

Your eyes lit up and you stood a little straighter at her response, a grin blossoming on your face. “Oh, good!” You fumbled with her hand for a minute before saying, “Well, I’ll text you then.”

This fool… She bit her bottom lip. Guess I’ll have to do it myself.

Just before you could pull away, Tara gripped your hand a little harder and pulled you toward her, sighing into you when your lips met. You squeaked in surprise but quickly kissed back, your other hand rising to cup her jaw softly.

It was a chaste kiss--you were just outside on the street, after all--and Tara wanted nothing more than to deepen it, but she didn’t complain when you pulled away, knowing that there would be others.

“Okay,” you murmured, your eyes still trained on her lips. “I’ll text you.” You leaned in again, kissed her quickly, and then pulled away entirely. “Bye, Tar.”

She giggled. “Bye, Y/N.”

bonus: when tara slipped through the front door of her apartment, she wasn’t surprised to see everyone in the living room, expectant looks on all of their faces.

“so, how did it go--” sam began before being interrupted by mindy.

“i saw you gay fuckers kissing down there,” she said, grinning. anika slapped her lightly on the arm, and mindy huffed. “what?! i did!”

tara shook her head, a soft smile on her face. “i hate you, minds.”

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #scream 5 #scream 6 #museum tara

[coralinnii]

Hello, may I please ask for part 2 for Malleus in that isekaid villainess au? Heacanons please

"If you are a villain, then let me be your accomplice" 

feat: Malleus

genre: hurt/comfort?, romance

note: sequel to “being reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy”, roughly 1.5k word count

I hear you simps. I had an idea for an interaction with the heroine but the post got kinda long so I stopped here.

The past few weeks felt like a roller-coaster. You were pushed, pulled, and blindsided by the amount of things that were happening simultaneously. 

Firstly, you had to deal with the sudden proposal your family received for you, literally on the day you just had your previous engagement annulled. 

Secondly, your family had to deal with the accusations of treason from multiple families, which suspiciously included the families of the capture targets. 

Thirdly but probably the most concerning, your precious pen-pal and the man who sent the proposal was the Dragon King and hidden capture target of the game you were reincarnated into, Malleus Draconia. And he keeps appearing by your house to receive the answer you refuse to give yet. 

“Are you upset that I am the Dragon King, dear human? Do you hate me?” 

Screw him and his sulking figure right now. How does a Dragon King be so good at pouting?

After everything that has happened, you wanted nothing to do with the main protagonist and her harem and with Malleus being a capture target, he was just as liable to betray you like everyone else did. Your heart couldn’t bear any more. 

You were scared, which was why you attempted to distance yourself from him with logical reasoning. You tried to convince him that marrying you was too socially damaging. 

“So long as my family is suspected of treason, I cannot in good conscious marry you, Belle- King Malleus”

“Oh, is that all?” And with that, Malleus left leaving you confused. What did that mean?

Apparently that meant that Malleus had a mission to destroy what stood in the way of his beloved. Within a week, he and his aids searched for foul play regarding the accusations and soon found what he was looking for. The offenders responsible were arrested and sent to the imperial family in secret. He found something interesting but thought it would be better to hold onto this trump card for a bit. 

Thus, the accusations were dropped and your family was joyous over the news. And so was Malleus, albeit for different reasons. 

“What say you now, dear human?” 

“P-Please distance yourself, King Malleus!” 

Malleus was persistent and determined to woo you the human way if he must. With the advice he received from Lilia (poor choice, really), he attempts to win your hand in marriage. 

“My young Malleus, before humans marry, they tend to court each other first” 

And so he did. He would bring you expensive gifts and take you to “dates” (walks around his extravagant gardens count, right?) 

“King Malleus, please-“ 

“Call me by my pet name, dear. I believe humans call their lovers by terms of endearment” 

“That's beside the point! P-Please step back!” 

“But Lilia reported that humans are fond of physical contact and close embraces? In addition, you were fond of holding my hand when we first met”

“!!”  

Still, despite all of your fears, Malleus found his way into your heart and you chose to trust him despite his position as a capture target, against your better judgement. 

Which was why you chose him to come with you to meet them again. 

“They truly have no shame” your father seethed as your house received an invitation with the imperial seal on it, an invitation to a ball celebrating the new engagement of the prince. Your mother held you in a comforting embrace but she wore a look of great distress and rightfully so. Because it was sent as a royal invitation, to refuse is to insult the imperial house and your family was already in hot waters. 

“Sweetie” your mother spoke to you worriedly to which you tried to smile to ease her worries. You weren’t happy but you knew what you had to do. 

Luckily, Lilia heard of your predicament and offered a solution. 

“Dear, a human’s greatest arsenal could be those they have bonds with” the wise viscount hinted. “I’m sure my King would be more than happy to accompany you” 

Which brought you to where you were now, with Malleus offering a hand to you as you walked towards the castle you used to be so acquainted with. 

You were quite a sight to those attending the ball, the jilted former princess candidate being escorted by one of the most powerful beings in the land. Being unable to bear their piercing stares, you started to put focus on keeping pace with your partner, tightening your hold on his arm which you realized were rather built and firm. You knew Malleus to be lean based on his game design but the feel of his arms had your mind wandering slightly if he’s more muscular than you thought. Was he this firm everywhere else? 

“Dear human, are you alright? You seem deep in thought” 

Your body flushed with embarrassment as you got caught drifting too deeply in your thoughts. You released your hold on Malleus and stepped away a little to cool down before the draconian man realized. Luckily, he seems none the wiser. 

“So you chose to come afterall” 

You flinched at the voice. You dreaded your instincts to be true but it turned out to be so. It was the prince, accompanied by his closest companions and the star of the ball, the heroine. 

Swallowing your nerves, you bowed as expected towards the royal family. “As a loyal servant of the royal family, it is my duty to respond to the invitation” 

However, the prince scoffed at your figure. “Even when you and your family's disgraced themselves, you call yourself loyal?” 

You held back your tears but it was difficult when you could feel the heavy weight of disgust the prince held for you. Once upon a time, he was your dearest childhood friend and you thought the years the two of you spent together meant something to him. Sadly, it must have been one-sided on your part. 

However, as heavy as that disgust, it was getting overwhelmed by the aura of something else. The growing anger coming from next to you. 

“Young prince” your partner spoke in a warning tone, narrowing his striking green eyes. “I recall the misunderstanding was resolved and the true perpetrators were apprehended by the imperial knights” 

The prince was quick to silence himself and avoided your eyes which hinted he was already aware of the arrest. 

"Your anger towards my partner seems to be misguided, despite the knowledge of the true situation. Quite unbecoming for a future ruler, I must say"

Malleus continued to stare down at the shaking royal heir and let out a disappointed sigh. 

“I cannot blame you, however” Malleus said which surprised both the prince and you. 

The powerful fae, with gentleness contradictory to his reputation, held your hand in his. He brought your hand closer to his lips, bringing your attention, and the attention of others, to the tall man. You felt your heart jump as he smiled at you before speaking once again.

“I’ve come to understand the feeling of anger for the sake of others and the desire to protect those dear to you” 

Your nerves returned tenfold as your heart was beating to the point you were nervous to think if all of the surrounding attendants was able to hear it. 

Although his green eyes were soft when holding your gaze, it was quick to harden when he turned to stare down at the prince and his associates. 

“But I suggest you tread carefully, young prince,” Malleus daringly warned the capture targets. “In my investigation regarding the accusations against my dear’s family, I came across something curious” 

With that, the intimidating king took a step closer and leaned slightly forward, closer to the nervous prince but still situated in a way that seemed to look down at the prince. 

“The families that reported the treason were in one way or another connected to that woman of yours, which begs the question if these false accusations were done for her benefit” 

The prince froze and glanced at his new lover, who looked as worried as he did. No matter the power the heroine and the prince may hold, that kind of conspiracy would damage the heroine’s reputation as well as the prince and his associates who were quick to condemn your family due to these accusations. If it turned out that underhanded methods may have been used to dirty your name then…high society and the kingdom would be in an uproar. 

And Malleus was counting on that. 

“So…” Malleus' deep voice broke through the prince’s mental spiral. “I do hope you choose wisely before ever trying to interact with my precious one again”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #villainess au

[the-s1lly-corner]

Do this whenever you want, or just tell me if your burned out for TADC requests and I’ll put it on the back burner. So, there I was, sick as a dog (still am urgh) and had an idea. Could you do the crew with their s/o who got sick via a virus, like a legitimate computer virus that infected them and got them ill. Found it amusing and as a fun way to introduce real world problems to them in the digital world.

Again, this is low priority so you don’t have to worry about it too much. But other then that, I hope you’re having a marvellous day.

TADC cast x reader w/ a computer virus!

Rolling out a request before I work on art stuff tonight, this might be the nights last post !! Still stuck on mobile since my cramps are still. Keeping me from being able to do stuff at my computer <\3

Written these as a group thing since I was struggling to come up with hcs for separate characters <\3

I know you likely meant this to be executed as something akin to a cold, but I cannot shake the idea of a virus being more.. dangerous and intense, given your entire digital body is code.. ponders.. I think I'll go with a middle ground between actual threat and simple sickness

You were in your room, in fact you were hauled up in it for a while, at least a day or two.. some people were starting to get worried; thinking something happened, that you may have abstracted

Ragatha would be the one to find you in bed; body shifting and glitching about

Obviously, given how similar this was to how Kaufmo was discovered, she would think you were in the middle of abstracting.. I think her freaking out with attract the attention of the others

Ragatha is panicking, too weary to get too close out of fear she would get glitched out too and that you'd turn suddenly

Pomni would have a similar reaction, I think, especially since Kaufmo so far has been her only experience with the abstracted , and she doesnt know what the warning signs look like

Jax just. Dips. He is gone the second he sees the commotion

Kinger is stuck in place,seemingly wrecking himself for the courage to try to help you through this

Zooble seems vaguely shocked, taking a similar route as jax; though they dont leave completely

Gangle , who is in the back, scared and worried out of her mind

Caine... zips forward and after (carefully) inspecting you, announces that you're in fact not abstracting! Youre just sick!

Cue a chorus of relief but also, confusion.. actually kinger is the only one who seems to get it.. hes probably seen someone get sick before.. huh.. weird..

Apparently caine manages to stamp out most viruses before they pose any threat, but it appears sometimes things can happen.. but now with you sick, all you guys can do is wait for you to get better

But hey, caine simps! Look at it this way! You now have the teeth man as your personal bedside nurse since hes the most qualified and able to help you through this!

Kinger, Ragatha, and Gangle still visit you when you're recovering! Ragatha checks in on you to see how you're holding up! Gangle gives you little fidgets and other stuff to keep you occupied! Kinger offers reassurance that things are gonna be alright and he offers to tell you stories

Jax doesnt interact with you until long after you've recovered, far too worried about himself getting whatever yucky computer virus you've caught.. zooble is similar.. can you blame them? No one likes getting sick <\3

Pomni is in between, keeping her distance since shes not sure if what you have is contagious, but as a friend she wants to make sure you're okay.. tough calls here..

Overall, the experience itself sucks... the glitching leaves you sore and sometimes you sit still and "buffer" for extended periods of time.. it also feels like a flu, with the body aches and fatigue and all that...

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #jax x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Mc That's like Wednesday

First Meet

Pairing: Obey me character x mc! That's like Wednesday !!

Tw warning: mention of gore?

Part-1 Part-2

The brothers.

You were lying on the cold floor... No you're not poor infact you're far from it. You were sleeping on the bed but you suddenly felt that something's wrong and found out you were on the floor , there were voices around you saying 'is she dead'

'oh looks like the exchange program will have to wait' .

'I'm kidnapped...not that i didn't expected that' you thought.

You were still pretending to be asleep so you can find out more but then you heard footsteps approaching probably coming to check upon you whoever that was removed a piece of hair from your face the moment they touched you , you grabbed their hand pulled them down and pushed your little knife near their throat that you keep hidden in your locket. It's small but useful . You heard people gasps and looked down it was a very handsome man with Ruby eyes and raven hair. But you weren't the one to be phased by good looks .

"Where am I? You all better start speaking if you want this little friend of yours alive" you demanded without fearing......

Shocked , surprised, stunt!!

Human how!?

And you didn't got up till Diavolo explained everything!! When you got up you didn't even apologize..even after being told he's the Lucifer.

Poor Lucifer prided got hurt

"Human I'd have you apologize for the stunt"

"And i you, for kidnapping me"

"Apologize"

"I'd rather stuck needles in my eyes"

Diavolo have to stop you guys , you're like another incarnate of pride.

But no one has the audacity to stuck up to Lucifer so he kinda becomes a simp NGL.

But still his poor pride is still hurt.

Do you not enjoy living human? You must have a death wish 😃?

No like really stop arguing with Lucifer but like SIMP no:2.

Cause he was since he saw you pretending to be asleep!!

Look Mammon is easily distracted but you caught his attention now.

Congrats!!

Will try to talk to you but you genuinely don't give a shit 😃.

"Lucifer i don't wanna babysit a human!!"

"Yes i don't want to be baby sit by someone whose face scream 'help me I'm getting bullied '"

"Hey human you don't get to insult The Great Mamm-"

" i wish i could mold my consciousness to give a shit but i apologize i can't"

Mammon didn't even understand that because too much grammar and fancy language.

He'll stick with you thou.....cause he's a simp.

Didn't knew what was going on and didn't care .

Though was slightly concern for you when you talk back to Lucifer.

Was impressed when you roasted mammon.

He was like "LOLMRRRR" (I still don't know what that means)

Blushed really hard when you sent him a glare .

"You know you look like the main character of 'i invited my crush to hell now they're roasting all of my brothers and making them fall in love'"

"No i look like Wednesday from Wednesday " you said and went away.

He looked it up at first he was like what a normie but then he saw it and immediately found out the similarity.

Simp No: 3

You are his favourite now .

Crown you to be the leader of Anti-Lucifer League.

"i refuse"

"You're seriously turning me down?"

"Can you believe it"

But you'd be mostly found with him through.

He'll read listening to your calming taps of type writer.

One can say you go along the best with him

Lucifer don't like it though.

You'll not take part in his pranks cause apparently "if there's no blood there's no fun"

Satan found you a bit disturbing cause from books he learnt this behaviour isn't normal amoung humans but he also found you intriguing.

Congrats satan taking interest means you better run.

He saw a new fashion

He took interest

You're his now!!

"sweetie! You're so unique!!"

"Distance would be appreciated, and if dropping the bodies of your victims infront of their family rather than disposing them is unique then thanks"

Asmo exp. Has stop working *windos shut down music*

He still try to gain his composure back

"uh why the distance sweetie! Would you not rather see this beauty*winks winks*'

"I'm alergic to color , i go insane and scrape the flesh of my bones"

Ok Asmo accept his defeat and sulked away

Mc-1, Asmo-0

Thinks you're threat for what you did to Lucifer.

But gets that's just your chaotic personality.

Thinks your like belphie.

"Belphie?"

"DO I LOOK LIKE- "

Otherwise no thoughts head empty beel will just continue enjoying his meal

For you beel is the most decent.

(I love him)

"Please save me I'm a human just like you Lucifer has captured me!!"

"You smell *sniff* like a demon . Nice to meet you belphegor ."

"How !?"

"Humans are usually scared of me "

"Well you still gotta help me even if I'm a demon "

"Got two words"

"Bet they won't be helpful"

"Your problem"

"I was right "

But you still sometimes bring him blankets and read him your novels when Lucifer isn't looking.

He likes you . No like really.

Safe to say you are not going to face the same fate as the game's mc now .

He still hate humans

But so do you.

So y'all like besties now!!

[A/N]: First obey me headcannon . Hehe! I hope you all enjoyed it !!

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Thank you for reading!!

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can I request Javier Peña x ftm reader ?

Like reader maybe works at the us embassy and he becomes friends with javi and tries not to fall desperately in love so fluff angst smut whatever all is good idk or care what happens haha I will do anything for that man 😓 tysm for being another male writer i am so sick of Pedro universe characters being written about with only women :((

and if y are not in a fixation (am the same way with that too) of Peña I would love maybe Tim Rockford +ftm reader or Joel if u are into them at the moment. just Pedro simping out rn it’s insane

thank u so much again ! am stoked to see this or any other fics yu write!!

Holy SHIT this took a while!! I'm so sorry but i literally finished Narcos s3 and fell into a writing slump T-T I finally got this out tho and tbh, i like this one, so i hope you all too! Tysm for requesting, I hope this is a good enough Javier Peña fic! If there are any mistakes please don't hesitate to tell me! <3  Remember to Reblog!

Rookie

Tags: Javier Peña x FtM!reader, Javier Peña x m!reader, Javier Peña x agent!Reader, Steve Murphy, Connie Murphy, Colonel Carillo, other DEA personels, First Meeting, Fluff, Slight smut, making out, Kissing, EXCESSIVE eye contact, Slight OOC, Smitten Javier, Javi is DONE FOR, Bisexual Javier Peña, supportive Steve, He’s an ally!, I dont understand how police ranks work okay, so sorry if theres mistakes about those!, Period typical Homophobia, Period typical Transphobia, Use of queer slurs, sorry guy!, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Patching up, All English, Gunshot, Alcohol, injuries, No one dies! (Note: I can reclaim the slurs used in this fic as I am in fact a queer, trans man.)

Javi’s breath got caught. The man simply meets his dark browns, thick lashes blink slowly before he promptly tilts his head. Then he breaks eye contact, turning back to Carillo, continuing their conversation. The colonel said something which made the man laugh, creases on the edges of those captivating eyes, the way his lips curled with a professional laugh. Javier finds it hard to rip his attention away. Only when Steve promptly cleared his throat did Javi blink, glancing over to his workmate, who was fixing him with a glare. 

Javier scoffs, turning away. 

—

Javier was at his desk when an unfamiliar face came waltzing into the department. The guy seems to follow behind Steve, a confident smile on his lips. The agent takes a sip of his coffee, following the man with his eyes before he disappears into Carillo’s office. He blinks, promptly places his mug back down and rereads the passage before he got distracted.

A minute later, Steve walks out without the mystery man and makes his way to his desk, facing Javier. Curiosity got the best of him, so when his friend went to take a seat, he leaned over his desk enough to whisper to him.

“A new guy? One of yours?”

Steve blinks, before he huffs. “Yeah, the embassy sent him over, apparently he’s got a record with tracking down slippery dealers back in the US, and thought we need more help,”

“Sure, more mouths to feed,” That made Steve scoffs. Javier sits back down, still eyeing Careillo’s office, which makes the blond raise a brow. 

“Don't break him Jav’s,”

“What are you even talking about?” The agent picks up his cup, taking a gulp. 

“You know what I mean,” Steve simply replies, already pulling up his file folder and looking into it. Javier shakes his head, backing up into his chair and resuming his work.

The new guy spent half an hour in the office before he came out, shaking Carillo’s hand with a firm nod. Seems like he already got the guy on his side. Carillo talks to him out of earshot, then suddenly points to Javi’s and Steve’s direction, which makes Javi meet the guy's eyes. 

Javi’s breath got caught. The man simply meets his dark brown, thick lashes blink slowly before he promptly tilts his head. Then he breaks eye contact, turning back to Carillo, continuing their conversation. The colonel said something which made the man laugh, creases on the edges of those captivating eyes, the way his lips curled with a professional laugh. Javier finds it hard to rip his attention away. Only when Steve promptly cleared his throat did Javi blink, glancing over to his workmate, who was fixing him with a glare. Javier scoffs, turning away. 

“Gentlemen, meet our new field agent,” Carillo stands next to their desks, beside him the man stood, button up and in casual pants as he hugs a briefcase, a dark denim jacket over everything. 

“This is Agent Javier Peña, and you’ve met Murphy,” He continued. The man nods at Steve before extending his hand to Javi, which he shakes easily. He notes the calluses on the man's hand before he lets go. 

He introduced himself, stating his purpose. And Steve was right, the embassy did send another agent they thought could help on the hunt. “Pleasure meeting you, Agent Peña,” 

He smiled, a small nod before he moved back beside the colonel. Javier only ran his gaze up and down the man, before promptly nodding. “Welcome to the hunt,” 

—

Agent Peña looked at you up and down, before he nodded. “Welcome to the hunt,”

The colonel smirks, before he pats you on the shoulder. He turns, presumably to return to his office, which leaves you in front of the two agents. On Steve's left, there's an empty desk, which must've been cleared out for you. You gave Agent Peña a once over, the man currently blowing smoke from his lips, before you cleared your throat. “Good luck on today, agents,” 

And with that, you left the two to set up your own space. You heard a huff from one of them, you couldn't pinpoint who, which made you roll your eyes. The embassy entrusted you to help the Search Bloc on locating Pablo Escobar, or at least find more of his sicarios and drug kitchens in order to stop and raid them. You did your job well back in the US, easily finding many drug distributors, often leading the raids there. Seeing your rapid success, you’ve been transferred to the DEA, which you took with pride. In the midst of all the wars, the good guys need all the manpower they can get. 

You begin to open your case, pulling out files you brought from the US of what leads you’ve gathered even before getting assigned to Bogota. After setting them out, you slide off your jacket and drape it over your chair. Maybe it was your mistake of wearing denim to a hot climate, but there wasn't as much time as you anticipated when Steve picked you up from the apartment you were staying in, so you picked the jacket you arrived with the day before, which resulted in a steady gathering of sweat near your collarbones. After securing your jacket, you begin rolling up the sleeves of your beige button-up, exposing your forearms to what air is still available in the stuffy office. You sigh, before taking a seat at your desk, beginning work. 

—

The brunette swore under his breath as he saw their new agent standing meters away from him, just behind Steve. He begins to roll up his sleeves to combat the heat, which exposes his forearms, the soft smattering of hair running up the lengths of them. Javier could keep his thoughts to himself when the man only took off his denim jacket, which Javi almost snickered at and almost commented on the ‘rookie mistake’, but when he peeled the jacket off, it reveals the way his pants hugs the swell of the man's ass, which raises heat under Javier's collar.

He tried to look back down to the important paperwork he should be pouring work into but he’s long abandoned that when steady hands reveal entracing arms. When he sat down, Javi instead bit the inside of his cheek before taking a long drag of his cigarette. There's no way Steve didn't notice, but he appreciates the silence he gives him instead of an accusatory glare.  

Javier had his fair share of experiences with women, mainly his valuable informants around the city, but aside from that, men are unfamiliar territory for him. That doesn't mean it deters him, Javi is anything but exploratory on that side of the spectrum. But finding interest in a co-worker is new, especially a fresh face that showed up mere hours ago in the compound. It worries him, something small in the back of his head telling him to reel back, to run away from those hypnotizing eyes and soft smile, but another part urges him to know, to be curious. Javier stands, pocketing his cigar packets.

“Where are you going?” Steve glances toward his friend, brows furrowed.

“Out, smoke,” Javier simply says before he leaves his partner. Steve only stares at him incredulously before shaking his head, turning back to his papers. 

—

It had turned late. When everyone in the office had decided to retire, some of the guys invited themselves to one of the bars near there, and somehow Javier found himself roped in with the others. To be fair, Steve was the one that invited him, and Javi doesn't really refuse a chance to get himself drunk, maybe pick up a gal before bringing her home for the night, but all his plans went straight out the window when he heard that they also invited the rookie. 

He was standing beside Steven when the man decided he has had enough of socializing with the others and excused himself, heading to the bar. Javier has already started to miss his short laughs and nods as if he understood what his co-workers said. It would surely surprise him if he knew Spanish, maybe basics and everyday words, but unlike Steve, he only arrived in Bogota this week. But it’s rude to assume, people come with varying background knowledge, so Javier turns to the group instead. 

“I heard some gossip about the new guy,” One of them says, eliciting a curious glance from Javi. “Something about him not being a man?”

“Like one of those queer freaks?” 

“Apparently they're called a tranny now,” Some laugh, others shudder before muttering the Lord's prayer.

“God save them,” A couple drinks to that. Steve meets eyes with Javier, something wary in his glance. Javi only rolls his eyes before finishing his shot. He has no business spending time with the likes of these men, if they even deserved to be called men. For all he knows, the man that currently has his back turned toward the table is more of a man than any of them. 

He’s glad to have Steve as his partner. Maybe it's due to the nature of having grown up somewhere like the USA, but the first time Steve found out that Javier has an interest in men, he only shrugged and never saw Javi in another light. From this conversation, Javier also clocks how tired Steve is over the homophobic bullshit their co-workers have. The brunette sighs, blowing out smoke. He goes to take another sip but realizes his empty glass, and pats Steven to indicate his leave to the bar.

He saddles up next to the rookie, the man's fringe slightly blocking Javi to those addictive eyes. He orders another drink, which catches the man's attention. 

"Peña,” He nods and takes a gulp of his drink. Javier is momentarily distracted by the long column of the man's neck, before he shakes his head, resting one arm on the counter. 

"So, what's a handsome man like you doing here?” Javi tries to smile, which might have worked, judging by the grin that appears on the man's lips. He looks down, the condensation coating those lithe fingers, Javier notices. 

“Just trying to pass the night,” He shrugs with a small smile, deciding to humor him. He swirls the alcohol in his glass and Javier follows the movement. He hadn't realized how close he was sitting next to the man. “Listen, Agent Peña-”

“Javier- Javi,” 

Javi’s response made him chuckle. He sips at his drink, before fully turning to face the brunette. “Isn't there a rule against fraternizing with a fellow co-worker, Javi?” 

“Not when it’s outside of work,” That makes the man grin, subconsciously leaning into Javi’s space. 

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been following me with your eyes,” He says, glancing briefly at Javi's lips before returning to his eyes. Javi gulps.

“What can I say, I have an eye for attractive people,” 

“Well, considered me flattered,” Javi tilts his head just so, breathing in the tang of alcohol in the man's breath. They’re dangerously close, too close for just ‘co-workers’. Regardless, Javier finds himself entranced by those deep eyes. 

“But,” He suddenly leans back. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” The man picks at his breast pocket before putting down some bills, already reaching for his draped jacket. He swiftly pulls it on, making Javi scramble out of his seat, before he pats his shoulder twice, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Peña,”

Javier is left starstruck. He stays in his seat, following the sway of the man's hips as he walks across the bar, waving to Steve, before exiting through the door. Javi swears, his brows furrowed as he gulps down what's left of his drink. He turns in his seat, spotting Steve still at the table with the others, an accusatory brow raised. 

Steve drives back to the apartment with Javi. They share an understandable silence. 

—

It's the second month since your arrival. 

To your disappointment, progress was slow. To no one's surprise, it seems, but from your prestigious work back in the US, the expectation that you’d help with the hunt was high. To just be another field agent with no lead on Escobar in the compound would be a failure to you.

Though the search hasn't gotten any easier, your relationship with your co-worker has. Mainly with Murphy and Peña, and at this point they’ve insisted on you using their first names, so it's Steve and Javier now. They've invited you to drink more than once, spent late nights with you when the paperwork came down like an avalanche, and most of the time, Steve always brings back three boxes of food when it comes to lunch. 

Somehow, Steve has grown closer to you than you expected. When you were overcome with work, Steve would make sure you and Javi weren't missing your break time. He’d pull the both of you out into the cold night air when it turned too late. He fusses over your choice of fashion more times than you could count, commenting on your choice of jacket or shirt, reminding you of the weather and how it’ll be affected with heat. On stakeouts and recon missions, Steve would be the one to pat your jittery leg softly, an encouraging smile beneath his stache. You’d nod, inhaling deeply before releasing the air alongside your tension. 

Then there is Javier. Though you met Steve before him, Javier had caught your interest since the first day. His constant sharp eyes and the lingering smell of nicotine become addictive, the memory of that night at the bar in constant repetition. You could still remember his scent, a combination of something heady, a touch of smoke and sun underneath it all. You were a breath away from his lips, the dimmed light of the bar didn't help to distract you from his captivating brown eyes. 

Ever since then, thankfully, you’ve gotten closer to him. Javi spends more time with you than Steve. Some nights, he’d stay behind when Steve needed to retire earlier. He’d give you a ride back to your apartment, which turns out just a couple blocks down from where he and Steve stayed. Some nights you’d stop by, from Javi’s invitation, and chat about nothing and everything while sharing a couple of bottles of beer. He’s good company, and you always find yourself hoping for an invitation from him whenever it gets too late. 

This week was different.

There was a shootout. While raiding one of Escobars many drug kitchens, a stray bullet from one of the guards shoots your arm. You screamed and dropped to the floor, immediately gripping your upper arm. You were sure the bullet was still inside which doesn't make it a clean shot. The pain shoots throughout your upper body, making you wheeze out every breath, sweat gathering on your crown. A minute later, Steve was crouched beside you, hauling you up, putting most of your weight on him. 

He brought you outside and into the awaiting medical group. You were rushed into the emergency room, and you shortly passed out. 

Buzzing fluorescent lights woke you up. Blinking away the groggy sleep, you notice a heavy weight on the back of your arm and realize it must've been the IV. Finally regaining enough strength to fight against the blaring lights, you open your eyes to find Javi slumped on a seat next to your bed, a thin blanket draped over him. Seeing him asleep, clear lines of exhaustion under his eyes, something wells inside your heart. You quickly dismiss the feeling as dehydration instead and try to turn your body to reach for the glass of water on the tray next to you. The noise must've awoken your partner, because as soon as you try to stretch your arm for the glass, Javi quickly fills it up with water and hands it to you. You blinked, before slowly accepting the cup and taking big gulps. 

The water extinguishes your drought, but not the other growing feeling. The cup sits on your lap, both of your hands holding it while you catch your breath. Javi has taken his seat again, the blanket draped over the back of the chair. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” You scoff, glancing at your currently bandaged hand. Javi looks at the tiled floor. “But, not my worst,”

“You’ve been shot before?”

“Yeah, on my calf once, the other near my ass,” You chuckle, remembering those years prior before officially gaining your Agent title. “Almost made my legs not work if it weren't for the surgery,”

You found yourself looking into Javi’s deep browns, his brows knitted. “This is just another day on the job,”

“Yeah…” Javi nods solemnly. You were back to staring into the half-empty glass before you felt your partner's warm hand wrap around yours.

It had been a couple of days after that.

Your arm was sadly still in a light, and you were lucky it wasn't your dominant one. Menial tasks are made difficult by the pain that still spreads sometimes, which also raises your annoyance. 

Javi has graciously allowed you to crash in his apartment until your arm has properly healed up. The doctors said it’d take another week or two for your arm to sort itself out, so you're stuck doing things one-handed for the time, sometimes helped by Javi. You've been given orders to stay out of the office because you were insistent on finishing work there, but Javi and Steve brought back your paperwork into Javi’s apartment against your wishes. 

The clock reads 8 PM. Javi has decided to come home earlier than his usual shifts, his excuse; is to help you prepare dinner. Javi has gone as far as to get a cookbook with the help of Connie, making dishes he’s familiar with. 

The sound of the door clattering pulls you away from your paperwork, and you spot the brunette bringing two whole bags of groceries inside. You quickly stand and rush over, prying one bag from his hand. 

“Javi, what's all of this?” The man only blinks as he hauls the bag onto the countertop.

“We can't really survive with just beer,” He shrugs, which makes you chuckle, and bring the other bag, putting it next to it.

“What were you working on?” He continues, pulling out groceries from the bag. You leaned on the counter, caressing your bandaged hand. 

“Just finishing up the report from our last bust,” You wiggle what you could of your bandages arm. “Y’know,” 

Javier solemnly nods, pushing a can into the cupboard. You've moved on pretty quickly from the incident, but something hangs around Javier, making him hard to reach sometimes, especially if you bring up the subject. You know trying to pry the reason out of him would result in coming up empty, so you've decided to wait until he's come to his own term. 

“I'm gonna start on dinner,” He turns, hips leaning on the counter so he faces you. Your eyes impulsively trace the languid way he sways before turning your head slightly, not meeting Javier's dark browns. 

You nod quickly, already feeling the blush forming. “Yeah, sure,” You add before walking back to the couch. 

—

Dinner went by quickly, Javier whipped up something easy for you to digest and quick to make. When you were writing down other notes in your report, Javi calls you to eat and spends the rest of the time talking about his day in the office. Apparently, Steve was worried, asking Javi if he’s been taking care of their partner correctly. He’s had to shrug off Steve’s insistent questions the whole day, which made you chuckle.

After cleaning up, Javi joins you on the couch, bringing two bottles of beer. He hands one to you which you accept with a thankful nod. The couch dips as Javi takes a seat, his head tilts back as he takes a gulp. You blink before taking a short sip, averting your eyes. 

When the man beside you shifts, you half-heartedly thought he was reaching for his pack of cigs. He hasn't been smoking since you crashed in his home, and it slowly became odd, watching Javi’s relaxed posture whenever you both sit together without silver smoke framing his profile. But you've been expecting wrong, because he only shifts to adjust his seating before settling back, his usual pack of cigarettes nowhere in sight. You worry slightly if he stopped because of your presence, even though you enjoy sneaking glances whenever he inhales, the muscles on his neck almost prominent, the way he’ll tilt just the slightest to reveal the expanse of skin, most of the time glistening under the Columbian heat. 

“Listen… About the last week,” Javier’s tone sobers you from your daydreaming. The man is hunched over, arms on his knees, one hand swirling the alcohol. Something in the air sours. 

“I should've been there, I should've- Shouldn’t have gone for that fucking guy, I should've stayed behind-”

“Javi there wasn't any way we could've known-”

“But it shouldn't have been you.” His hand lands on your injured arm, his body facing you. He hesitates; the movement seems accidental, but your hand covers him before he can move it away. You can't keep letting Javi get away with blaming things on himself. 

“Javier, it wasn't your fault. Like I said,” Your head tilts, mustering a small smile to coax Javi from staring at the floor. He notices the pause and meets your eyes. “It's just another day on the job,”

The air hangs heavy, only mere inches sitting between you and Javi. His brows furrowed slightly, hand tightening beneath yours. Your eyes follow the minutely twitch on the man's lips. Javi gulps when his eyes go to your lips fleetingly. Your breath catches. You feel yourself quiver. 

“Javi….” was the last you breathed out before the man pulls at your shirt, closing the gap and pushes his lips against yours. Javi’s staches tickle the top of your lips, the slide of his slightly chapped lips against yours. Your hand holds his jaw, before brushing at the short hair on Javi’s neck. He shivers, shifting himself to press harder against your lips, his hand releases your shirt but moves to hold your hips, eliciting a gasp from you. He uses the chance to slip his tongue between your lips, making you shift until you hit the back of the couch. Your hand travels down from his jaw to brush over his chest, you stored the slight hitch in Javis' breath inside your memory, before you find the man's waist and he moves to straddle your thighs, aware of your healing arm but somehow not breaking the kiss. 

When the need to breathe finally separates you and Javi, his chest heaves, pretty lashes flutter against his cheek. A steady hue of red spreads on his face down to his neck. You manage to regain your composure slightly, one thumb pressing slithy into Javi’s hip, making him drop to your shoulder, burying himself between your neck. You grin, now patting Javi’s hair softly. Your mind focuses on the unsteady beats of Javi’s heart that matches yours, still trying to tap down your adrenaline. 

“I should be careful about your arm,” Javi suddenly says, sitting upright on top of you. It makes you laugh slightly, which Javi smiles at. 

“I’ll be alright, Javi,” You grin, cataloging the way the dim light reflects in his dark irises. “We’ll be alright.” 

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Maybe Meant To Be - Fake Dating pt.2

pt.1 pt.3

Katsuki bakugo x Jealous Reader x Midoriya Izuku

-Wait-WHAT?

-Are they-

-They are!

You could barely make out the sentences of your classmates as you walked hand in hand with the green haired boy.You were both blushing,not because you were holding each other’s hands,but because everyone was talking about it.You didn’t think it would gather this much attention but apparently everybody took an interest in the seemingly new couple.Mina was playing her part while winking at you two without anyone noticing.

-So are you guys dating now?That’s so exciting!How did it happen?Tell us everything!

As you and Midoriya began to tell the story of how you confessed to each other and got together- you practiced it all night last night-the door to the classroom opened.You spun around at the sound to look at who it was.It was Bakugo.

He looked angry as usual,which you grew to love about him,with a scowl on his face.As he was walking he looked into your eyes , probably since you were ogling him,then to Izuku next to you which immediately resulted in an angrier expression on his face and then to your hands intertwined.His eyes widened along with his slightly parted mouth,and he looked absolutely shocked for 2 seconds before he masked it away.He mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t hear and made his way over to his desk,which was where everyone was gathered talking about your new relationship with Izuku.

Mina noticing the same things as you smirked and continued her scheme.

-I always thought you guys would be cute together.

Bakugo scowled at this and you wanted to let yourself believe it was because he was jealous,but it was most likely because you were hogging his desk.

-Can ya move it?Im tryna get to my desk!

-Sure Bakugo,we’ll continue our conversation somewhere else!

As Mina gestured everyone towards her desk and asked more questions about your relationship,some which Izuku some which you answered,someone else came in the classroom,Uraraka.

You didn’t notice you were still holding hands with izuku and suddenly you were aware of both Uraraka’s and Bakugo’s gaze on your hands.

-U-Uhm good morning!Whats everyone talking about?

Uraraka kept glancing between the two of you while talking.

-These two lovebirds were telling us about-

Aizawa came in the classroom and cut all the chatter off.You could feel Bakugo staring at you but you didn’t dare meet his gaze.

——————————————————————————

At lunch you were sitting with Mina and Izuku.

-Have you guys seen how mad Bakugo was?I told you he already likes you Y/N!

-I’m not sure about that…

-And Uraraka-Chan couldn’t keep her eyes off of you Deku!

-Y-You really think so?

As they were chatting,your eyes drifted off to where Bakugo and his friends were sitting.You and Mina would usually sit there but today was different.For a while you would be sitting with Izuku alone, as the plan suggested.As Mina left for Bakugo’s table,Uraraka came to yours.

-Hey,I’m not interrupting am I?

If she thought you were dating,which she did,she was interrupting on purpose.You almost smirked at this but kept it to yourself.It was time for you to play your part.

-No not at all,why don’t you take a seat?

As Izuku and Uraraka started talking about classes or something,you were paying attention at a certain blonde who was screaming at Mina for whatever reason.You stared at him for a good minute before he noticed you and when he did you could swear you saw a blush on his cheeks.

-Y/N,what do you think?

-What?

Uraraka’s question startled you and you turned your attention away from Bakugo.Out of the corner of your eye,you could feel him watching you.Maybe you were just imagining things.

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Simp (Part 3) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: This took me a couple of tries tbh. It was annoying.

Summary: You give a shoutout to Lovejoy and your best friend finding out about your secret crush.

Pairing(s): OC x gender neutral!reader, OC x actor!reader (platonic)

Warning(s): besties teasing you but hey we’ve all been there before am i right?

italics: tweets or texts

my masterlist :))

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Somewhere over in England, Wilbur’s day was going okay. Nothing amazing happened, but nothing terrible happened either. Until his phone vibrates rapidly. He frowned, wondering who could be assaulting his notifications like this.

wil check your Instagram right now

fuckin y/n l/n listens to our band

If he was drinking right now, Wilbur was sure he would spit out and made a mess on his desk. Thankfully, he wasn’t drinking anything but it feels like he’s choking on air. He sent a quick reply to Joe before hurriedly opening his Instagram. Usually, he wouldn’t be flooded with so many notifications on normal days, but this wasn’t a normal day. It took him awhile to find your username in the sea of many excited fans commenting on the fact that you, a famous actor and his celebrity crush, seems to be listening to his band. A few more cursed words leave his lips before he finally finds you and his eyes lights up.

been listening to this guys on repeat @lovejoyonline @wilbursoot you guys should too

The 15 seconds Instagram story where you put one of the band’s song in it seems to leave Wilbur in some sort starstruck state. He had to watch it a couple of times and clicks your username—which leads to your actual verified account—to make sure it was real and not edited. You actually know he exist, Wilbur thought. But, with that realization comes another one that almost scares him. His viewers had been clipping footage of him gushing about you from his streams and posting them almost everywhere. He didn’t think too much of it before since there was no way you were going to see it but now he wondered if that’s how you come to found out about him and his band.

“Oh, fuck me.”

~~

holy shit y/n l/n listens to my band @tommyinnit suck it man 😤

“Okay, you have been smiling since we left set. What’s going on?”

You looked up from your phone, a questioning glance from your friend, Sam, who was sitting across from you. You’d like to think that you were being secretive about it, hiding your lips behind your fingers or turning away from your friend’s line of sight when you felt like smiling again, but in truth, you sucked at hiding it.

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing.” You shook your head, but a smile was still apparent.

Sam only raised his eyebrow.

“What? It is. It’s nothing. Just something funny I saw online.”

“Right, sure, and I’m straight.” He scoffed. “Come on, I know that smile of yours. It’s a smile that you do whenever someone you like makes a joke or say something funny.”

“I do not have that kind of smile,” you insisted.

“Sure, whatever you say. So,” Sam leaned back on his chair, arms crossed, an amused smile on his lips. “Who is it? A guy, a girl, a person?”

You huffed. “You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

“Nope. And you know, I’m just gonna find it on my own later if you don’t want to tell me.”

“I hate you.”

“love you too.”

You could try to be mad at your best friend all you want but it was hard to resist his charming smile. He was one of your first and genuine friend in the industry and has been there for you throughout the hardships of your career. To the eyes of the public, Sam was the flirty troublemaker but to you, he was the most caring person ever.

With a dramatic sigh, which Sam snorted at, you opened your phone, moving from one social media app to another. You typed in Wilbur’s username, tapped the very first result, before handing the phone to Sam’s eager hands. He sat straighter in his seat, eyes moving up and down before finally settling on a picture that he thought was sufficient.

Sam whistled. “He’s tall, good looking, and is in a band. If you’re not gonna go after him, I probably would.”

“Hey! I like him first.” You glared at him.

“Just kidding. Don’t worry. But, what were you smiling at earlier?” He asked, giving back your phone.

Silence.

“I won’t tease you.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Okay, I’d tease you just a little.”

You groaned like a little kid, sliding on your chair. “I was smiling at his tweet, okay? Happy? I saw his tweet where he was talking about me and I smiled at it since he posted it.”

A moment of silence passed before you heard an aww coming from the person in front of you. A few people turned around at the sound of Sam making baby noises, going on and on about how adorable and sweet you were when you’re having a crush and how whipped you are for Wilbur. You buried your face in your hands, a desperate attempt at hiding yourself from people and avoiding embarrassment. You knew this was gonna happen if you told Sam about your crush but you didn’t expect it would happen in a public space where people might take pictures of the two of you.

One last laugh left his lips before he finally stops. “Okay, I’m done. I’m sorry.”

You removed your hands from your face. “I despise you.”

He smiled. “So, what’s next?”

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t just stare at his pictures and tweets and not do anything about it.”

“Okay, one, I don’t stare at his pictures and two—” suddenly, your mood decreased. “—I haven’t thought about that.”

“You should if you want this to go somewhere,”

Sam said, taking a sip of his drink. “Maybe you could start by replying his tweet.”

“You think so?”

He nodded. “Yup, just start small. A ‘hi’, perhaps.”

~~

When you got back to your trailer after lunch with Sam, his words still rang inside your head. You sat in your seat, legs crisscrossed, hands playing with the phone on your lap. It felt like the other day again, when you were contemplating about posting or not. It shouldn’t make you feel this hesitant since you’ve already done it but it did.

“What do I have to lose anyway?” You said, to yourself before unlocking your phone. Fingers moving across the keyboard, typing something that you hoped won’t embarrassed you in the future before finally, hitting the send button.

#simp #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x you #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur mcyt #mcyt x reader #cc!wilbur

[writingseaslugs]

Scarabia: Pocky Game

Did y’all know that Scarabia and Heartslabyul are actually the two hardest dorms for me to write for? I just don’t simp hardcore for anyone in the dorm, so it’s sometimes hard for me to write them. With that being said, I apologize if any of my works including those two dorms fall a bit flat. I hope this is still enjoyable for you guys!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Scarabia: Pocky Game

Apparently, no matter what world you end up in, there will always be some delicious biscuit coated in chocolate that comes in a stick form. You discovered it one lovely day when shopping for some snacks at Sam’s, and the moment you noticed them, you grabbed several boxes. They were a delicious treat, but there was something else you wanted to do with them. You chuckled as you got home, putting the bag down and grabbing your phone, messaging a certain someone if they wanted to hang out and have snacks.

“Hey, henchman!” Grim said, crawling onto the counter and going through the bags of snacks and other miscellaneous groceries you two needed for the week, “Did you get my tuna?” he said before pulling out a box of pocky, “Oh, what's this?”

“They’re pocky, and you’re not allowed to eat them all. I bought plenty of boxes. You can have one, but the rest are mine.” You said, knowing that Grim would certainly steal more than one box. He opened it up and took a bite, humming at the taste before going to scarf the entire box down. You just sighed, shaking your head in disappointment. He went to snag another box, and you didn’t have the heart to stop him.

You felt your phone buzzing and checked it, seeing you got confirmation for snacks and chill. You chuckled, grabbing two boxes and stashing them in your coat pocket as you started to get ready to head out, “Grim, I’m heading out. Please unload the groceries…your tuna is in one of the bags.” You said, gesturing to the small pile. Grim perked up, deciding to just tear through them until he got what he wanted.

“Whatever you say, henchman!” Grim said, not bothering to ask where you’re going.

“Aaaaaaand?” You trailed off, wanting him to give you a proper answer.

“I’ll do the groceries…” Grim said, and you hummed another ‘and?’ at him. “Aaaaaand thank you for the tuna,” he finally said. With that, you grabbed your house keys and began making your way over to Scarabia.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim met you right at the doors of Scarabia, more than happy to see you. His bright smile was contagious as he ran over and took your hand in his own, “Hello!” Kalim said a bit louder than necessary.

“Hello Sunshine, you ready to get snacking?” You asked, showing him one of the boxes you had hidden in your pockets. Kalim perked up at seeing the snack and nodded.

“I am, I even asked Jamil to make a few other snacks for us to enjoy.” Kalim said, dragging you through the dorm over to his room. Now you felt a bit bad for Jamil, and was mentally promising to do something nice for him. After all, this was your idea and you should’ve figured that Kalim would’ve asked for Jamil to make more treats.

When you arrived in his room you could see a few finger foods on trays surrounding the small coffee table he had. He brought you over to the couch and sat down beside you, “So you said this was a snack similar to ones you had in your home world?” Kalim asked, taking the snack you offered him and looking it over

“Yup, they were popular amongst certain groups of people. There was even a country that had a day dedicated to them…well not like a national holiday but it was one of those things…it’s hard to explain.” You trailed off at the end as you tried thinking of the best way to explain that in your world, just about every day of the year was dedicated to something. You bet Kalim would’ve loved that as an excuse to celebrate every single day.

“That’s so cool!” Kalim said while opening the box and trying one of them, “They’re really simple, but yummy!”

“Yup, there’s even a game that’s dedicated to them.” You explained the game really fast and Kalim looked like a star struck puppy. He quickly put one in his mouth and offered you the other end. You chuckled and played along, putting the other end of the stick in your mouth. You nibbled on it until you felt his lips against your own. He pulled away too quickly though, making you pout.

That’s when you noticed another stick in his mouth, “We playing again?” You asked and heard Kalim hum. You chuckled and played again, loving how soft his lips were whenever they were against your own. Pocky after pocky, you two continued to play, until Kalim stopped and suddenly became quiet.

“Something wrong, sunshine?” You asked, wondering if he now felt awkward.

“Can I just kiss you?” He asked, making your eyes widen. You felt suddenly hot and you hoped your blush wasn’t visible. You nodded and this time his lips crashed into yours in an enthusiastic liplock. His lips molding against yours as he licked at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth for him, shivering as his tongue pressed against your mouth.

When his lips finally parted you wanted to drag him back in for another series of breathless kisses. “You know, you taste way sweeter than those pocky.” He laughed, playing with the edge of your sleeve. You swear this boy was trying to kill you.

Jamil Viper

You made your way through the Scarabia dorm, before hearing your phone buzz again. When you checked you could see Jamil’s name on the screen. It was a simple text that just said “kitchen” in it. You chuckled as you followed through the hallways and eventually came to the Scarabia kitchen.

Sure enough, Jamil was cooking something up; probably requested by Kalim. “Hey stranger.” You said, walking into the kitchen and checking over everything. It smelled amazing, as per usual, and you felt your mouth watering at all the spices he was using.

“Ah, you’re here…sorry, Kalim suddenly asked if I could make him a snack.” Jamil said and you raised an eyebrow. 

“This looks to be more than a simple snack.” You pointed out, looking at everything he was making. Jamil hummed, taking something off the stove top and placing it on a plate to cool off so it wouldn’t get burned.

“He wanted a falafel, so I made some for us as well.” Jamil explained, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take some to him. You can meet me in my room, alright?” he said and you nodded. He handed you a plate as well to take with you. You knew the dorm well enough from your stay there that finding his room was easy.

It was unlocked and you sat down on his bed with the plate next to you. Soon, Jamil was walking in and sighing as he closed and locked the door behind him, clearly not waiting to be bothered again. You could see some homework on his desk that was only halfway finished; probably something he was working on before having to cook.

“You’re as busy as ever, I see.” You teased as you pulled out your own box of snacks. You shook the contents as Jamil walked over and took it. He looked over the label curiously before opening the box and taking one out.

“This is a common snack in your world?” he asked before biting into one.

“Yup, there was even a game we played with them.” You said and Jamil waited for you to quickly explain.

“A kissing game?” He concluded and you nodded, “Is this why you brought them over here?”

“Perhaps…only if you wanted to play.” You said, hoping he would. You waited awkwardly for a moment before he grabbed one of the sticks and placed one end at your lips. You took the stick and waited a second more for him to take the other end. Once he did, you made quick work of nibbling on the end until you could feel his lips against your own.

You thought he’d pull away, but he lingered for a moment and placed his hand on the back of your head, keeping you in place as his lips molded against your own. You hummed in satisfaction, loving how soft and warm they were as you returned the kiss. When he began to pull away, you wouldn’t admit it, but you did have a pout on your lips.

“You know, you don’t have to make up a game to kiss me, you could’ve just asked.” he teased, a smirk placed on his face. You felt your heart beating fast at that, your face slowly getting warmer.

“W-wait I didn’t make it up! It’s an actual thing!” You whined and Jamil chuckled.

“Sure it is, now let’s enjoy these falafels before they grow too cold. You can kiss me more later.”

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#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST #TWST x Reader #TWST Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Disney #TWST Disney #Kalim Al-Asim #Kalim Al-Asim x Reader #Kalim x Reader #Jamil Viper #Jamil Viper x Reader #Jamil x Reader

[averagepurplefan]

Probably one of my least favorite characters. Giving Ayano's taste in men, it shows her fatherless behavior. But this post isn't about her.

Did you serriosly tought we would all forget your shamelles "How to hentai without hentaing"? You are mistaken. I just wanna get that book, and hit you right in the head with it. It would make Ayano mad, but oh well.

Oh, and that is not the only dirty thing I know about you. Apparently, Muja doesn't like him, but you do. Got something you wanna share with the class? (Shoutout to TV Tropes for giving me that idea)

And with that, tell us how you managed to attract Amai, Kizana, Oka, Asu and Osoro. With Osana it was just a time issue, Megami, Muja and Hanako don't want you romantically and Mida should just go to hell. Serriosly. Unless you were izolated from men for a long age, then I would understand falling in love with Gary Stu. Asu, I am looking at you. Are you both blind and deaf? Did the rumours not get to you? Is Iruka (can't get to get to you) that good at hiding? He shall give us his advice. Kizana, I am angry at you. A queen like you should have higher standards. Osoro, just... I didn't expect a lot, yet I am still dissapointed. I can understand Oka and Amai, since they both give the "nice as fuck but dumb as rock", but in rest...

Do you even have friends? I mean friends besides all your bitches. Like the 10 other boys of 3-2 can't stand you? You might look like you get bitches, but honey he's a loner.I mean, you are either reading or walking alone. The logic isn't logicing. You only have female friends? Well we have a word in Romanian for that, it's "fustangiu" which litterealy means "drawn to skirts". Giving your virgin fuckboy vibes, it fits you.

You are like that Adrien from MLB. Tho, at least Adrien actually has interests. And ambitions. Unlike you, you simp. One known fact is that you would join any club your gf is. Serriosly? SIMP. And you probably wouldn't last a day in them. Except the drama club. You would be perfect for them, because you make Tsuruzo seem like a chill person. Adriend has many friends. And is an actually likeable character. At least you have something in common: you both attract satan in female form. Tho, imagine being this oblivios. If you can attract these many bitches and have the looks and personality if a wall, then there is still hope for me. And anyone else at Akademi. I'd rather have a crush on the worst guy at Akademi, but since it is subjective, I won't give names. At least he has personality.

#taro yamada #yandere simulator #slander #real ones know this is a deleted post

[katyspersonal]

Okay so you know how I've lost this opportunity with BB, so with other Soulsborne games I am going in as blinded as possible to find everything by myself? So as a result I might not only not know full questlines of some NPCs, but even about their existence sdhfhd So I am hardly crawling through Dark Souls 1 because of both ER brainrot and because DS1 is harder than surviving with my salary -_-" But apparently this was a good decision because I can still find out some things by myself! Like how recently I finally talked with the guy in a suit that looks like french fries (I forgot his name) which gave me a tip,

So

1) Because of G3hrman discource my instant knee-jerk responce was "Val, fetch me the original Japanese script!" but apparently this is still accurate? The only missed nuance is that in Japanese script he more bluntly says that 'now none of her (noble) blood would help her', which makes total sence? But that is not the point

2)

3) I got informed by Crow and Val that absolutely everyone hates Petrus, like, EVERY single SOUL, even the redditbros, and I got really confused because he is not very different from Seluvis in level of creepy and being the treacherous rat man in the team of four... and like, not only nobody really hates Seluvis, but he even has simps?? I asked my friends why it was so and the answers ranged from 'because DS1 fandom is way smaller than ER and formed under different circumstances and mentality' to 'because Seluvis looks like a sugar daddy whereas Petrus looks like Shrek but worse'. ...honestly, I still don't know which one is accurate answer.

So yeah lol. @fantomette22 I know you are also behind with the DS playtrus, please play DS1 so you can also cry and climb the wall about how much harder it is than BB and ER fjdshfdh

#gameplay log #awesome!!!!!!!!! I hate this guy #shitposting #of course effect won't be the same as playing ER since I already know a bit too much #but again there are just so many nooks I would not know about #BB was ruined for me because I was so convinced I could never get PS4 that I read EEEEEEVERY single bit on wiki #sigggghhhhhhhhh

[sortagaysortahigh]

no. 1 smut with argyle 🤭

1: “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Girl im so sorry but im just, dom reader for sure here. I just I'm sorry but it's necessary bc we all know argyles a simp, best friends to lovers YUH. This one is honestly more sweet, not a ton of smut but its cause i too am a simp and i havent written much for argyle so yk i gotta get the simp shit out first before i unleash the whore kraken

WARNINGS: mentions of male, hand job/blow job, eye contact, def dom!reader vibes, sub!argyle vibes (hes just down bad and a simp), wet dreams tee hee

Join the Sleepover

Tonight was no different from any other night that Argyle crashed at Y/n's. The two had been best friends since the fourth grade-they'd practically grown up together. But lately things have felt a little different-at least for Argyle-and by lately that meant the past six months when with the help of Jonathan he realized that he was actually really into Y/n.

Apparently it wasn't normal to talk about how sweet, pretty, and interesting your best friend is every single day, nor is it normal to constantly call the guys she dated "annoying douchebags that wear knockoffs" or "fake skater surfer boys".

So he knew the truth, he was into her, sure that changed things for him, when they smoked-regardless of where-his eyes would focus on her lips for long periods of time and anytime she touched him it was like a jolt of electricity sent through his entire figure. Not to mention the way he found himself checking her out-eyes glued to her curves anytime she asked him how she looked, and the most recent shameful development.

The dreams. He'd dream about being with her, about fucking into her as she laid below him, his hair brushing against one of her shoulders while she looked up at him with parted lips and hooded eyes. The way she'd moan and whimper his name as her nails scratched along his arms and back, or the way she'd look on top, biting her bottom lip the same way she did when she rolled, all the while she massaged her own tits, eyes held on his. The worst dreams though-were the ones where she was on her knees, staring up at him as her tongue trailed along his cock.

She always looked so pretty like that, mascara stained cheeks as she looked at him through her lashes.

The only thing that made tonight different was when Y/n woke up at two in the morning and went to grab some water, as she crawled back into her bed she heard it-the first low whimper from his sleeping figure, then it happened again, this one a little louder-more of a groan and she had no idea what to do-her eyes wide as she stared.

Then he moaned her name-it wasn't loud but it was coherent and clear-he was having a wet dream about her and it turned her on, her body engulfed in a white heat as she stared, her lips parted now. She opted to wake him up, gently shaking his shoulder "Argyle, argyle get up" her harsh whispers were the first thing he heard as he stirred away-her face a few inches from his.

"Wha-what happened?" she raised a brow "you tell me, sounds like your dream was interesting" she was teasing him, her sultry tone had his eyes widening and brows raising-a look of shock and embarrassment on his face "y/n-hey man it's not what it sounds like okay-i just-you-we-shit okay you caught me" she giggled and shushed him.

"I have a question do you think of me when you touch yourself?” he didn't know how to answer that, blinking several times in shock, still processing that this was real and not just his dream "yeah-obviously" then he placed a hand on her cheek, gently caressing it before sliding along her throat then her shoulder, her brows knit together "what're you doing?" she couldn't help her giggle. "making sure you're real"

"I'm definitely real" he nodded his head "yeah-your skins really soft" she rolled her eyes, a smile on her face as she glanced at the evident tent under her sheets, his thin shorts doing nothing to restrain him. "can i help you with that?" he nodded his head "please-oh shit" he groaned as her hand slid down his bare chest, then below the sheets and the waistband of his shorts.

His head lulled back as she palmed him, biting his bottom lip while he shut his eyes "look at me baby" her dominance was evident, he immediately opened his eyes, looking at her face, holding eye contact as she grasped the base of his thick cock, then she started slowly pumping her hand along his shaft-thumb running over the tip over and over again, small whimpers and groans leaving his lips.

Then she moved from her spot, sliding the sheets down-pulling him out of his shorts, repositioning herself between his thighs, laying flat on her stomach, her legs kicked up in the air as she stared at him. The moonlight shining through her blinds reflecting against her figure-and he swore he had to be dreaming.

She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, then she swirled it around his tip, gliding against the slit-gathering every drop of precum and his mind was officially fuzzy while he watched her. Then she took him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, opting to take him further and further-until he was hitting the back of her throat.

He bit into his fist to stop his loud moans from coming out, his hooded eyes focused on her while she stared up at him-a few tears leaving her eyes as she took him down her throat-gagging around him. She let him go, then brought him back down her throat again-keeping the same rhythm up until she felt his cock twitching, then she took him out of her mouth, opting to wrap her hand around him-jerking him off while she stared at him.

Then she took him into her mouth again, sucking on the tip, his groans getting harder to hold back "y/n-baby-I'm gonna cum and fuck I don't know if you want me to in your mouth-like i don't wanna be rude or anything dude" she pulled him out of her mouth, biting her bottom lip and raising a brow "i want it down my throat"

He rubbed a hand over his face "oh god man-you really can't talk to me like that when you're this close to my dick" she giggled, rolling her eyes playfully before taking him back down her throat-he only lasted a few seconds after that.

Then once she swallowed and finished running her tongue along his cock-cleaning him up, she tucked him back into his shorts and laid back down, this time opting to rest her head against his chest.

"You wanna go on a date or somethin?" she giggled "yeah-i'd like that"

#argyle x reader #argyle smut #argyle fluff #zoot's 4.5k blurb weekend #askies #nonnie

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

Fable 3, fuck Logan, lil bitch

Game: do u want to be Prince or Princess?

Me: I'd like to be the third secret sex

Game: what?

Me: THE MAIN CHARACTER

Game: y-yes that's-

Me: WHO GONNA SAVE THE WORLD

Game: that's what the sex-

Me: gotta go girl, boys are so obvious, he's gonna be all proper

Game: have u ever met a man...?

Me: girls are so badass, just look at Buffy

Game:...

Me:...

"Ready to see my man... the bastard Reaver"

"Damn, the city sure got bigger in like 20? Years"

"The hen tried to fly but couldn't but they can actually fly so we were all lied to"

"Damn, children working..."

"I cant remember this part of my castle"

"Holy shit it's fucking huge omg"

"Hehe that's what she said"

"That feather had plans"

"Ew look at that hat"

"Damn my dog could've been prettier"

"Pff, do u wanna look princess-y or cool"

"Obviously I'm picking the short and movable one"

"I fucking LOVE Jasper"

"I'm standing still, I wanna hear his comments to it"

"What happens if I try to leave in my pjs"

"He just went 'are u sure?' "

"Damn, he just threw a word at me that idk what means, but I think its like 'silly' "

"I look so pretty- wtf is that hair?"

"Jasper said avoid my brother, but what kind of sister would I be if I did?"

"I'm glad the princess can talk"

"Lmao I just had like the most gangsta handshake with a guard love it"

"I'm so happy I get to pet my dog, not a fan of how she sounds tho"

"Oh wait, I think maybe since I'm playing 3rd on xbox one, but did the 2nd on 360, maybe I won't have the queen but default king..."

"I'm just walking around shaking people's hands"

"Elliot is such a.... name, and- wait... who's gonna be the girl if I'm playing as him???"

"Next time..."

"I will be EVIL and idk why that's a guy"

"Hohoho I kissed the man"

"The city doesn't look like my city :( or... are we not in bowerstone, was that the name? Jesus, I've played the 2nd game for so long and I've forgotten"

"I love we're holding hands"

"I love Walter"

"Oh no my Prince, he ran away"

Walter: I want u to fight me, like your life dependent on it

Me: wow, that doesn't sound like a tutorial at all

"I'm gonna fuck up the buttons"

"Hell ye I did not"

"Damn, thought I should end the game here so I could sleep, but apparently you can't until a spesific place in the game... oh nooo, I have to do my fave hobby? Terrible:)"

"Running with my bois<3"

"There were NOT this many doors in my castle"

"The default is king :/"

"Imo king is so vanilla, like you don't give the same respect as a queen"

"All my hard work of being a queen just gone"

"Basically next time I'm doing it all on xbox one"

"Right, war room"

"Listening in"

"Damn, I'd be upset too if I was Logan, if I had that haircut"

"Oh, same throne at least"

"Ah... here comes the choice"

"Well, as the queen... I'm a good person... until I charge rent ofc haha"

"Bye baby :("

"He loves me😭"

"My MOTHER'S daughter, thank u very much"

Game: the hero was your dad

Me: what was that?

Game: I said the her-

Me: sounded like the wind

Game: tHE HE-

Me: whatever it was, it was saying bs... I miss my queen

Game: u know what? Fuck it.

"Run run run- Where's my dog btw?"

"Oh nevermind"

"Ugh, we're gonna look at the imposter, the king"

"I mean technically, Reaver IS a hero, he's just a bad one"

"Did Logan also go through the whole grab seal, end up in front of Theresa?"

"The seer of the SPIRE???"

"The queen would've fucking whipped Logan's ass if she knew"

"I'm sensing the fanfic energy... not from that Logan thing but for Reaver"

"I'm such a simp"

"For these terrible men...

"And my queen"

"You guided my MOTHER"

"What does Theresa even do in her spare time? I bet she crochets"

"I got a glove that let's me use magic... can anyone say Link? Cuz im getting Link vibes"

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, STOP RUNNING IN MY WAY, YA BASTARD DOG"

"Do I get to name my hero? Or am I cursed to see 'hero' every time she speaks?"

"Do I get to name my dog?"

"Isn't the dog supposed bark when there's treasure close by? Cuz I only found that key cuz of my own memory"

"Jasper is scared of bats, he'd make a terrible batman"

Walter: did u see that Jasper???

Jasper: indeed your MOTHER would've been very proud

"Why can't I run"

"Did the queen make these tunnels?"

"What happens if I don't buy the castle in the second game?"

"Can I slut around in this game too?"

"Like mother like daughter, or is it like daughter like mother? I honestly don't know"

"What's with the gift in the symbol in the corner?"

"Thought all the transportation gates were all gone, I'm pretty sure I'm on one"

"Oh wow, look at all that winter. Just like norway"

"I can make friends by shaking hands"

"I'm gonna make everyone love me with how great I am with my hands"

"For handshakes, I meant handshakes"

"I forgot I had to go back to sanctuary to change, which is much better than just changing out into the open imo"

"Oh hell yea! Look at all those gifts!"

"Bleh the outfit is... yeah"

"Dog potion? For what?

"Pink poodle"

"Doberman"

"White poodle... who wants a poodle?"

Clockwork dog potion??? What does that even mean???"

"Setter dog potion??? What"

"Five star dog potion...?"

"That's all the gifts, i wanted a gift for myself"

"AWW I GOING WITH ALSATIAN DOG, LOOKS LIKE A GERMAN SHEPHERD OMG"

"I CAN NAME THE DOG"

"should be something fun-.... hehe"

"Betcha u can guess"

"I'm giving 10 coins to everyone, I have 129 left"

"Damn, 20coins left"

"Gotta talk to the man with the small fish name"

"What are those jester shoes"

"My mom, the queen, was busy for like 20 or something years..."

"Oh! I'm getting more gifts!"

"They better be for me istg"

"I went into a sink hole water thing and found a wedding ring"

"I think a fish is proposing to me"

"Ooo, dye"

"Are all my packages dye?"

"Tattoo set, nothing says rebel as much as this, I just got out of the castle"

"Bushy hairstyle"

"Bowerstone soldier uniform...???"

"Yule costume lmao"

"Silly outfits, dye and hair types, oh and that tattoo set"

"Out to explore more!"

#gaming #funny #relatable gaming thoughts #fable iii #fable3 #fable 3 #fable #text post

[ghost-proofbaby]

I'm asking this of several people because I'm curious about the general consensus on the topic. The general consensus for Eddie is that he'd absolutely be down for being involved romantically with a plus size girl.

What do you think Steve's take on it would be?

Any thoughts as to Billy's, Hopper's, and Enzo's takes on the same subject?

as a plus size girl myself, i think my answer is always going to be yes. idc if that’s biased or not.

with steve, my biggest thing is it’d probably be post season 3, maybe season 2. king steve in season 1 gives me the vibes of some guys i know from high school who would only hook up with plus size girls, but never be caught dead publicly dating them lmao 💀 we all know the type. BUT post season 3? oh fucking absolutely. he reminds me of trevor wagner (i think that’s his name?) on tik tok. finding every reason possible to go to the gym and build muscles until he could absolutely throw you around like a rag doll. if you made comments on your weight, even small things like refusing to sit in his lap because you think you’d crush him, he’d take it as a challenge. steve harrington’s ridiculously competitive nature would come out in full force, and he’d prove you wrong by all means necessary. i think he’d only have to be crushed by your thighs one time, and the man would be a fucking goner. always thinking about soft curves and the way he just wants to fucking worship you, to learn every curvature and line of your body so carnally. steve is just a massive simp in my mind, and again, i might be biased as a plus size girl myself, but i don’t think weight can change that.

as for the rest of the stranger things men, it’s still a resounding yes. especially for the older men. especially hopper. i also, again, am biased because i know between the fact that hopper is a bigger man himself and is very tall, so his clothes would actually fit me ‘huge’ unlike eddie’s or steve’s 😭

also just a small headcanon i learned from my guy friends that now lives rent free in my mind — you know how thigh highs sometimes squeeze thighs, and like, the fat spills over? you know how it sometimes makes us (or maybe just me idk) feel uncomfortable and a little self conscious? apparently a lot of guys go fucking nuts over that. they see that, and aren’t all grossed out as i get with my body about it, but instead just become fucking horn dogs for it. hence why some guys love thigh highs.

eddie, steve, and hopper share that sentiment. anything that might be a source of insecurity for you (and me!) actually drives them insane. they aren’t looking at your body with that judgmental gaze that’s been ingrained in us: they’re looking at it as just a body, and fuck, do they love your body. and even more so, they love the person that resides in that body.

at the end of the day, i think they’re all grown enough that they don’t care. like i said, season 1 steve might have a fear of how he’s perceived with a plus sized girl, but current steve? eddie? hopper? nah. it doesn’t even cross their mind. they’re just simps. all they know is they love you, and they’re damn proud for a 10 like yourself to have chosen them.

anyways. this might be a longer answer than necessary but i just. i’d really like these fictional men to worship my body while also simultaneously still treating me like a human being. asking for a lot. i know. they would, though. i know it. i feel it in my bones. 🥲

#i have thought about writing something since learning about that thigh high tid bit #it’s haunted me because i refuse to wear thigh highs due to how they squeeze my thighs lmao #to know some men go feral over it? insane #this is also heavily based on *my* experience as a plus size girl #thank u ily #they’d just be proud to love you and honored that you reciprocate

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Thoughts on our good friend elam?

GUHH I saw this coming and I am pleased about it

First impression: I saw bits and pieces of him prior to becoming an ESO nut and thought ‘that guy looks cool’ but then when I started getting into the game properly I saw another pic of him, sent it to my bestie (whose character is my vestige’s sister, we play the game as a duo) and said “LOOK AT THIS DUDE WE HAVE TO FIND HIM RN”. So then we did DBH, and it was literally love at first sight

Impression now: I rotate him in my brain 24/7, my number one blorbo, my babygirl who murders people and doesn’t shut up about food. Aside from general brainrot, I just absolutely adore his character. Give me a snarky, morally grey dunmer and I’m sold. I’ve been a Teldryn lover for ages, that should be very telling of my tastes.

Favorite moment: hard choice to make but probably him being dramatic and sending us a letter to meet him in the back alley of a manor like the plot of a mystery-romance novel where we find him leaning against a wall and playing with a dagger before proceeding to hint at taking us to dinner.

Idea for a story: I have a LOT, but one that I really want some exploration into and would write if I had any semblance of motivation is his apparent history or involvement with Naryu and Ashur like their dialogue in Necrom making fun of him still preferring his staff leads me to believe. Also thoroughly enjoy the idea of them still being rivals.

Unpopular opinion: is it an unpopular opinion to insist that he should be a candidate for being a romancable npc? Am I allowed to romance the old man assassin? Just try and stop me.

Favourite relationship: the honest answer is with my Vestige. What else would you expect of an Elam simp? I love a good on-and-off situationship between two emotionally distant assassins.

Favourite headcanon: If he hadn’t gone down the route of assassination, he likely would’ve become a chef. We all know food is his passion, and not just eating it— if you get to the celebration part in Blackwood’s main quest quick enough you can see Elam conversing with Keshu, with Keshu noting “that sounds delicious, assassin, you’ll have to send me a copy of the recipe”. That man is a total god at cooking and you can’t tell me otherwise.

#tl;dr that’s my babygirl #elam drals #asks

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🧨💥Vinny (atlantis) x reader relationship headcanons pt 2🌺✨

(Hi and hello my fellow Vinny Santorini simps! Are any of you absolutely STARVED?? Y’all want something to snuff out that hunger that can only be relieved by the delicate touch of Mr. Vinny Santorini?? WELL HERE I AM TO HELP, IT’S DINNER TIME!! LET’S BEGIN MY FELLOW GOBLINS)

(Edit : all of my headcanons are gender nonspecific when it comes to the reader, and it usually will be if no one specified)

His love language : Gift giving, Words of affirmation/affection, and Physical touch

His gifts can be two things; the totally normal and overly romantic option of bouquets specifically created with flowers that represent his love and affection for you and then there’s…

The literal bombs he gifts you during missions simply because he can. But he also does it because it gives him a chance to totally geek out about said explosive to you, he just loves talking about one of things that makes him to happy to a person that makes him happy 💖

That’s just the tip of the iceberg of what this man would do for you once he gets more comfortable with your relationship with him, I feel like he wouldn’t be afraid to express his love and devotion for you.

It isn’t a secret that Vinny is a proud man, a man who can and will openly boast about his skills and triumphs of being a mercenary, but most importantly he loves to boast about you.

Whether he be talking about your interests, skills, or even your personality- He has definitely talked his fellow mercenaries to DEATH when it comes to you and something you probably did that he found cute enough to share with them.

This is something they are NOT used to, he used to be less verbal and more nonchalant in his body language, now he’s gushing over how you found a dandelion and gifted it to him,,, you have the power to change a man apparently.

He’s just locked and loaded to just show you off at any moment of the day, to just absolutely dote on you, sometimes he over does it just to gross Audrey out man 💀

He also does it because there’s probably a big chance of you getting absolutely flustered from all the attention and affection he gives you (which HE literally did when the romantic relationship started between you two, a simple pat on the shoulder would leave him sputtering in both English and Italian😭).

Unless you voice a distaste for him bragging about you, or him smothering you with affection of course, he doesn’t want to make uncomfortable in any way. 💖🌸

Then there’s the physical aspects of your relationship, oh boy, even though it did take him some time to get used to being touched by you without absolutely freaking out (he still kinda does, just on the inside and it isn’t for long) but now that he is far more used to it- Omg it is GAME OVER.

Whenever he can, he’ll try to either be near you or hold onto you- the most common ways he touches you is hand holding, side hugging, but the one he likes doing the most is hugging you from behind and using your head as a headrest if you are doing work,, or when you guys are cuddling (he usually does this when you guys are alone, he doesn’t want to be teased by Mole.)

Whether you be short, tall, or about same height as him, he’s going to do this to you because he is an absolute MENACE when it comes to you my friend, never forget that.

(Ok- This was both a pain and an absolute joy to write, I think I’m starting to get used to writing these!! For now, enjoy this new addition to the very sparse pieces of literary fiction about Vinny Santorini 💖🧨💥)

#disney atlantis #my favorite guy #vinny santorini x reader #atlantis x reader #love u bbg #my bbg #my little meow meow