#and honestly dont read too much into the little blurbs on the boys. i know its just a game and people can like whoever just cuz

[girlucifer]

I decided to show the tag yourself meme to my friends, who also know nothing of OM! as well.

My friend who is two months older than me and keeps reminding me about it ended up with Beel. I was so triumphant that for once I am "older" than her😂 (we've had this thing for years where we choose who is who in different fandoms based on personality and I was always assigned a younger character)

My other friend chose Barbatos and now that I think about it, they're so alike it's kind of scary

so glad for you LMAO we love to see that!! i also am the youngest in my friend group but everyone's appointed me as the mature one solely because i worry ALL the time. LOL! and honestly im just glad people actually relate to the descriptions i gave because... legit, i just put how i view the characters. i did not expect anyone to actually be like: Hey that sounds like me! LOL

and about your other ask:

i maybe would do a full-fledged post in the future considering on how people receive this, but some ideas i have are:

lucifer - he's my favorite so i'm 100% correct on saying this; people who like him either WANT to have daddy issues but literally dont and just like the idea of a dominant boyfriend [lucifer is the least fatherly out of all of them. diavolo, on the other hand...] OR they have a elder sister complex and project onto him, making him out to be this super sympathetic, loving, kind-hearted character and when they see him be absolutely shitty [aka, locking belphegor up!!] they'll break their back trying to redeem him. i am the second one because on god im projecting so bad

satan - i dont know if it's because i'm obsessed with lucifer but i cannot see him as anything but the youngest child- he just seems so chaotic even though on the outside, he seemingly has his shit together. my little sister loves him but i honestly see him as a little brother who wants to destroy you because you told him no video games after 8 o'clock. so i wonder if younger siblings/only childs like him because they at least relate to that rebellious side...

mammon - if you like him the most you are right JUST KIDDING i think you have a savior complex. you see this guy who keeps calling himself The Great Mammon and how he is the Strongest Demon Ever and how he is So Great and then you hear him crying at night after being strung up by his older brother and how everyone bullies him and you're like Ok Time To Kill Anyone Who Looks At Him The Wrong Way

#please do NOT come at me these are the opinions of a lucifer lover so obviously right off the bat they are invalid #but yes ty for the asks! i love that youre showing ur friends my stupid meme LMAO #and honestly dont read too much into the little blurbs on the boys. i know its just a game and people can like whoever just cuz #they like their hair or clothes or voice. it is never that deep #but its just a thougt experiment!! :) #ask #text

[savoies]

say it first - braden schneider.

summary: two people loving each other but being afraid to say it.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: bad words, hints of angst, small mentions of sex.

a/n: let me just let you know that after this there are like two more friends to lovers fics i have written. anyways, i hope you enjoy and thank you to my wifey @bowenbyram for the title help. also for the anon who requested the ice skating blurb. (:

taglist: @hartsyhart ​ @nhlpetey ​ @mitch-slap @frostythegoalman @ryanssuzuki  @aria253264 ​  @josty ​ @kaitieskidmore1 ​ @kiedhara ​ @laurenairay ​ @teenagekook ​ ​ @alxvlasic ​ ​ @hockeyallthetime ​ ​ @barzy-baby ​ ​ @officialgritty ​ ​ @puckshitbitch ​ ​ @bowenbyram ​ @mems06 ​ ​ @joshsandersons ​  @connormcdavo ​ @maattamatthews ​ @pierreslucdubois ​ ​ @selenophileangel @boqvistsbabe

tagging some friends: @npatrickz ​ @bestestbenn ​ @heybarzy @tkachuk-yeah @cozycozzy ​ @2manytabsopen .

(*credit to the gif owner*)

Braden Schneider, the boy who you were so deeply in love with. But your relationship with him was strictly flirtatious. It had been that way since you met him. Him instantly throwing you a flirty comment and since then it was one flirty comment here and one flirty answer there.  So after realizing that your friendship was purely flirting and no more you decided to get over your little crush that was way more than a crush.

Everyone was sitting around lazily  at your friend's apartment, having nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon. No one really speaking to each other and looking at their phones until Braden spoke up.

"Y/N my hand feels heavy, can I place it on your ass?" Braden said trying to stifle a laugh as those around him did too.

"B you're basically already laying on my ass." You rolled your eyes at his dumb attempt at a pick up line. "Braden you have something on your face here." You told him pointing to the corner of his lip.

"What where, What is it?"

"Just some cuteness right here." You giggled. Your friends around you gagged at the obvious sexual tension oozing from both of you.

Today you had a date with a dude that lived a few doors from you so as 6pm rolled around you got ready to leave. (but of course not before telling Braden one more pick up line.)

"Schneider, that shirt looks good on you, as a matter of fact I would too." All your friends said oohs and ahhs as you stood up. 

"Ok I think that is enough flirting." 

"Get a room."

Braden's eyes just widened as he quickly composed himself. 

"Ok I am out." You spoke up. Everyone looked at you confused since Braden was your ride.

"Where are you going?" Your friend asked you.

"I'm going on a date with Ty." You replied.

"Wait Ty who smells like maple syrup Ty?" Braden questioned. "Maybe that's not the best idea." he whispered the last part so only you could hear.

"And why not? He's sweet and I like him." Y/N you replied. He always did this. He got defensive when some guy would get close but he would never do anything about it.

"You told me last week that he was annoying, I just dont think he's good enough for you." Braden exasperated. Your friends occupying themselves and trying to ignore the hushed whispers between you two.

"Ok Braden I love you and you're one of my best friends but you can't tell me who to date because keyword we are just friends."  At the word friends Braden felt his smile fade. Maybe you went too far but you were mad that he was telling you not to go. I mean getting out was good for you. It's what you needed.

The thing with Braden and you was that no matter how big the fight you would always make up. 

The same thing happened after your date. You missed him and as one of your yearly traditions approached you decided to break the childish silent treatment between you two.

You decided that a simple pick up line would do. 'Would you mind if I give you a kiss right now?'

As Braden read your message he slightly freaked. Before clearing his mind and thinking of a witty reply you sent another text. 'It's a joke B, I can already imagine you tensing up. But I did catch your attention right?'

'Haha very funny Y/N' he replied as you sent back a simple come over text.

He knew what today was. He thought that maybe after your last conversation you would pretend to forget. But a small smile appeared on his face, happy that you didn't.

It was your yearly ice skating tradition. Something that started the first year you met. Whenever the ice rink would open you would go the second Wednesday of the month.

And fast forward that is where you stood as you tried to tie your skates as Braden stood on the far left corner waiting for you.

"Ok just because you play hockey does not mean that you can show off with tying your skates fast." You spoke up.  You hated asking for help but honestly it was quite difficult when your fingers felt numb because of the cold.

Braden's soft laugh reached your ears as he walked to you and helped you tie them.

"Well if Cinderella needed help then she should've asked her prince." He spoke up and your cheeks warmed up.

"What no flirty comeback." His eyebrows rose.

"Hold up, i'm thinking. I'll give you a flirty comeback alright." You smiled softly at him glad that everything about your conversation earlier in the week was being forgotten.

As you skated (or at least tried to) Braden laughed as you tried to catch up to him. "Hey B my hands feel cold. Can I put them in your pants to warm up?" You spoke sort of loudly as some moms looked over at you with an odd look and a blush rose of Braden's cheeks.

"Oh that's it." He said as he skated towards you and grabbed you from behind. Both of you falling, making you land on top of him.

As you hovered over him, eyes locked together as if there was no one else your eyes kept on flickering to each other's lips. Both slowly leaning in until a shout made you guys separate.

Both of you separating and attempting to get up. Laughing it off.

"Maybe we should head home, it's getting kind of cold." Braden spoke up as he stuck his hand out for you to help you stand up.

"Yeah, uhm totally." You said as you muttered a thank you and skated off.

As both of you neared your apartment building you stopped at your door.

"B, can i ask you something?" You looked up at him as he turned around to leave.

"Why didn't you want me going on that date with Ty?" As soon as the words left your mouth you wish you could've taken them back and just walked into your house.

"Well uhm I don't think I really have an explanation other than that I don't like him much." He said as he scratched his neck. Honestly you weren't sure what you were expecting. Maybe him saying that he wanted to be on that date with you.

"Oh." You spoke up. Then both of you said your goodbyes and Braden walked away and you tried to open your front door.

"Brade-.."

Y/-..." 

Both of you spoke up and faced each other.

"You go first." You smiled.

"No you can go." 

"Well uhm how about the same time." Honestly you weren't sure what you were about to do.

"I love you." Three words. Three words that came out both of your mouths. And the response from both of you was a simple oh. Guess that was now out in the open.

#ari speaks #hockey boys #hockey #braden schneider #braden schneider x reader #team canada x reader #team canada #new york rangers #hockey fics #hockey blurbs #hockey fic #hockey blurb

[bibbawrites]

Let’s Get Caught - Owen Joyner x Reader

THIS IS PART 2 TO DON’T GET CAUGHT! READ PART ONE HERE!

Request: Omg I just loved "Don’t Get Caught" so much. Could you do a part 2 where they go public or something like this?

Word Count: 712 words

Summary: part 2 of don’t get caught, you accidentally post something that ends up outing your relationship with owen 

Warnings: a bit of swearing 

A/N: tried something a little bit different here (and don’t like it so you wont see this style again any time soon lol), this isnt the greatest cause i never really planned on posting a part 2 to don’t get caught, but it was requested so honestly this is more of a longer blurb than a fic, sorry about that!  hope you enjoy anyways 

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes​ @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals​ @bartok-the-bat @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik

@yourusername couldn’t have asked for a better lockdown buddy  love you x

- view all 1,094 comments - 

@user1 ARE THEY DATING????? 

@user2 Y/N AND OWEN AH

@user3 owen has a girlfriend? noooooo 

@user4 maybe they’re just friends guys we dont know for sure that they’re dating 

@user5 no way @user4 she said she loves him 

@user6 people say i love you to their friends @user5 

@user7 THEY’RE DATING OOP 

@user8 ugh i’m mad now lit

@user9 bet she’s just using him for clout 

@user10 right @user9 she’s a nobody without him 

@yourusername oh fuck... 

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One instagram post. That was all it took. 

You had forgotten that since the release of Julie and the Phantoms you had gained quite a few followers who were fans of the show. And you hadn’t even though before posting the photo you had snapped of Owen when you had gone to get dinner that night. 

“Y/N.” Owen called through his parent’s house, where the two of you were currently staying. 

“In your room.” You called back. He entered the room a few seconds later, phone in his hand. 

“I can explain.” You said quickly, looking down at your hands. “I forgot that I can’t just post things any more without your fans seeing it and I didn’t even realise what I’d done until the comments started flooding in, please don’t be mad at me.” 

“Why would I be mad at you?” Owen asked, his voice full of confusion. The bed dipped as he sat down next to you. You didn’t answer, opting instead to pick at the chipping blue nail polish on your fingernails. 

“Baby.” Owen whispered softly, taking your hand in his. “I promise I’m not upset with you at all.” 

You looked up slowly. 

“Why not? You should be. Now everyone knows that we’re dating. Or at least suspects it.” You said. Owen smiled. 

“Good, now I can show you off all the time. We can hold hands and do couple things in public and not be scared someone will see us. I can kiss you whenever I want to. I can tell everyone fun stories about you, and brag about what an incredible makeup artist you are. I’m fully okay with everyone knowing that we’re together.” He told you and you squeezed your eyes tight to stop the tears from falling. 

“Bro.” You whispered, trying to lighten the mood, something that you and Owen had done since you started getting serious, and Owen laughed. 

“I love you dude.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug. 

“I love you too pretty boy.” You replied, and he groaned at the nickname. 

“Fuck off.” 

“So you can call me sappy shit like baby and angel but I can’t call you pretty boy?” You questioned teasingly. 

“Yes.” Owen answered simply. You rolled your eyes playfully. 

“On a more serious note, what are we going to do about the fans?” You asked, resting your head on Owen’s shoulder. 

“What would you like to do? If you really don’t feel comfortable with them knowing we can just deny it or ignore it. Or if you want to we can confirm it.” He suggested. You paused for a moment. 

“Confirm it.” You decided. Owen’s face lit up in a smile. 

“Really? You’re certain?” He checked. You sat up. 

“I’ve never been more certain in my life.” You told him and he grinned. He lent in and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. 

“I love you.” He murmured against your lips. You smiled into his kiss. 

“I love you more.” You replied. After a moment he pulled away and pulled out his phone, opening up instagram. 

“What are you doing?” You questioned. He smiled. 

“Making it official.” He said, choosing a photo to post quickly, and typing a caption. Once he was satisfied he clicked post and turned his phone off. 

“Check your mentions.” He giggled, and you couldn’t help but smile as you unlocked your phone and clicked on his post. You read it quickly, leaning across to kiss Owen once more. 

“We’re official.”

@owenjoyner i want to spend forever with you, my beautiful, incredibly talented baby, no one can do my makeup quite like you dude 😉 i love you @yourusername 

#owen joyner #owen patrick joyner #owen joyner x reader #reader insert

[luvspence]

reids (camera) roll

beaching

{full camera roll (masterlist of the blurbs) here}

some pics that some how end up in your camera roll when you’re dating spencer reid

“the jet is going under so maintenance, so we can’t leave until this evening. but feel free to enjoy the rest of your day”

the team just wrapped up a case in san fransico, and you had a day to kill

“so what’s the plan?”

you turned to spencer as you walked out of the precinct

“whatever you want to do will please me y/n”

you sighed and smiled at him

he was everything, he was easily the sweetest person to ever walk the planet, and somehow he ended up wanting to be by your side in all endeavors

you considered yourself lucky to say the least

“well, i know you don’t typically enjoy the beach...”

“no! well, yes i usually find the beach unpleasant but im sure we can make it fun. and anyways it’s too cold to swim, and that’s where i find most of my dissatisfaction”

“perfect! also there’s a cute little bakery and book store i know that i think you’ll enjoy”

“knowledge and pastries! my favorite”

you smiled at him as you started one of the suvs to the beach

spencer excitedly talked about the different type of sand in different geographical locations

you listened intently, making sure to ask questions not only to show spencer you were engaged, but you truly enjoyed his brain dumps

you turned a corner and spencer hissed at the sudden harsh light flashing in the car

you looked at him, and struggled the sun glasses out of your hair to give to him

“here”

“no! those are yours, i don’t want you blinded while driving”

“it’s fine spencer honestly i can see just fine, and i know with your pre-glaucoma condition it’s important to have uv protection”

“you’re right, can’t believe i forgot mine at home”

“spencer reid??? forgetting????? no way????”

he laughed as he put the sun glasses onto his face

you parked in front of the bakery, spencer filled his basket with all types of breads and sweets. you watched him like a kid in a candy store.

spencer was exceptionally nervous, constantly. his ordering anxiety was terrible so you always stepped in to ease his stress.

you two worked so well together in that way

after the pastries, came the literature. spencer and you spent a while looking the selection at the local store. eventually settling on the “beginners guide to foraging: living off the land” book for a joint read

“i can always stand to learn more about more sustainable ways to eat and take advantage of the foliage!”

he smiled as he started to scan the back of the book

he paid for the book and you two walked over to the beach, where you found a comfortable spot for eating bread and reading

you took turns reading out loud to each other, one would ready while the other ate pastries and vise versa

“... and that is the importance of being able to identify edible versus inedible grasses”

spencer handed the book to you for your to pick up where he left off, when there was a loud sound coming from the other end of the beach

“oh look y/n! a waste collection truck! i read up on the entire system of waste collection in california and more specifically the san francisco bay area! it’s fascinating really. the garbage men actually ride on the back of the trucks all throughout the city! honestly is a pretty cool job just for the experience of riding on the back of one of those trucks!”

after his rant he smiled, anxiously awaiting your response

“how cool, trash collection is actually a well paying job, do you wanna go up and see it?”

he nodded aggressively, so you cleaned up your spot and went running after the truck

you were admiring the truck and true to spencers word the garbage workers were hanging off the back of it

“that is so cool” spencer said wide eyed watching the truck slowly drive across the sand

“do you wanna ride on it? it looks like fun”

“oh god no i don’t wanna bother the workers”

“im sure they won’t mind”

“no y/n-“

before he could finish you already asked, to which they nodded

at this point you and spencer were jogging to keep up with the truck

“what are you waiting for pretty boy? the truck awaits you”

“WHAT WHY DONT YOU RIDE IT”

you knew deep down spencer really wanted to ride it, but he persisted for the sake of being polite

“look spencer i’m carrying a bunch of stuff! just hop on”

he gave in and jumped on the back of the truck, your sun glasses still covering his eyes, his hair flying behind him in the wind, and a laugh filling up the empty beach

“this is so fun y/n!”

you were still jogging next to the truck, he looked like he was having the time of his life

you pulled out a phone and snapped of picture of him hanging off the truck

eventually he hopped off and thanked the men who were working

“that was fun”

“i could tell”

“maybe the beach isn’t so bad”

“really?”

“yeah, the literature snacks and garbage collection services made it much better”

you nodded

he hooked both hands around your neck and rested his chin on your head and titled down to kiss your forehead

“and all of those things made the beach experience better, but you made it amazing”

you turned your head towards him a placed a kiss on his lips

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluffy #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer x y/n #mgg #mgg fluff #mgg fic #mgg x reader #mgg d you #mgg cm #spencer reid c yo #spencer reid x you #mgg x fem!reader #mgg x y/n #hotch #criminal minds fan fic #fluffy spencer reid

[dear-yandere]

—ask collection!

a collection of mostly very old chats and sweet asks that i never got around to answering! thanks for the patience and love!! 

beware, fairly long post... woops....

chat asks.

darling: Eu-jin is best boy. Change my mind.

vanya: i am physically incapable of fulfilling that request, how dare you do that to me... i’m biased since he’s my own oc, but i would die for my (very best) boy eu-jin... who can resist such a gentle yandere that loves you so whole-heartedly?

that reminds me! he’s actually based off of kuroyuki and gekkamaru from the otome nightshade, so if you want similar characters by any chance, do check them and the game out ♡

darling: I was watching the dub for Part 5 of JoJo's Bizarre adventure yesterday...Mista called himself Daddy and I like- sdfghjfgsdhnhnmj!! My heart can't take this--

vanya: WAIT HE DID???? i’m not even big on daddy kink and reading that made me go 😳 this is vital information to know... what episode was this??? for research purposes, of course. gotta perfect my yan! mista, after all~...

darling: for yandere songs, have you heard of the major to minor covers by chase holfelder :O? the way he delivers the lyrics in some songs (betty, all i want for christmas), added with the key changes to minor, is really fantastic, and gives a stalker-ish vibe imo! and he's a really good singer in general

vanya: i have!! a good chunk of them are actually on my personal yandere playlist, so i end up hearing them frequently when i’m writing!! i haven’t been keeping up with his uploads recently, so ‘betty’ is completely new to me and just, wow???????????? this man is an absolute god send for us “romantic” horror fans... ♡

this ask gave me such a lovely idea, though, darling: assigning yandere types/mbti based off each of chase’s minor key covers. i think i’ll do that just for you. ♡

darling @blossomiich​: I reread some of your old character interaction asks and saw the one with Jotaro hugging his Darling after a panic attack and the elephant seal plush reminded me of the iconic C H O N K Y ringed seal plushie that was kinda trending and I can totally imagine Jotaro having one of those >w< that's so adorable!

vanya: i honestly don’t remember that interaction, but then again i don’t remember most things hmghng so i looked it up and

j...just imagine star plat hogging it and not letting joot cuddle with it 🥺 the duality of man...thank you for this cute image...

darling: Umm, sorry for asking this. I'm just curious because of your bio language in your header. Are you Chinese too, perhaps?

vanya: no worries!! i’m mixed guyanese (indian, chinese, & possibly black and/or portuguese), but my family only celebrates (or rather, acknowledges?) our indian descent, since the majority of our family is predominantly east indian. 

my header is actually a quote from a danmei novel (and one of my all-time favorite fandoms), tiān guān cì fú (heaven’s official blessing)!

darling genki stan anon: Omg you're writing for free now, i didn't expect that one lol. It's a cute show innit? Not a nagi stan but I feel like nagisa has that kinda unsnapped personality that would make him peak delusional yandere material lolol like oikawa but less threatening and without his head being up his own ass 😂. Hope you're doing well!! -gsa

Gdjsjs im such a fool, i think my last ask said something about not thinking you'd write for free when i literally just pointed out kisumi on your sideblog LMAO my bad 😅 😂 also ill hold back on the gen chan requests because ive already asked so many in the past! Thank you though 🥺. Also feel free not to post this, it can just dip into my onesided chats with my lil flower 💐 so long as you receive them im fine 😌 -genki stan anon

vanya: nagisa isn’t my favorite (kisumi is), but gods if he wouldn’t make a great yandere. honestly, out of the iwatobi boys, nagi is probably the most unhinged. i wouldn’t peg him as delusional, at least not at first; i think he’s very lucid and knows exactly what he wants and how to manipulate people in order to get it!!! kisumi is fairly similar now that i think about it... i might... have a type...

please feel free to send in gen-chan requests whenever you want!!!! i’m kinda super asocial, so it’ll take me a while to answer, but i love getting asks from you since you’re so sweet and excitable!!! your little flower reads and cherishes them all!! 🥺

also darling genki stan anon: Sorry for spamming you with asks hdjkdks, u dont even need to reply im just kinda brain empty venting here whether you recieve them or not 😂 i just needed to confess that while yes i am #1 gen simp, and he is undoubtedly my fave oc of yours but that Ilya tentacle smut had me very much so highkey kinda 👀, had to re read the genki oral style drabble to bring my head back. He dont even need to worry about luca bc that man a thot. I think therin is a thot too but like lowkey, a classy thót -gsa

vanya: omg i’ve kept this one for forever mnmghngh i might’ve even answered at some other point, now that i think about it... but i just 🥺 gosh i hope i find my muse soon, because i really wanna write you a genki fic 🥺 hhhh

the ilya tentacle smut was so in character for that boy... i have no clue how to write monsters, much less tentacles, but i’d honestly do anything for him 🙏 kinky russian boy...

therin is definitely a classy thot, the kind that only bangs the finest concubines then turns around and slut shames you for banging the very same prostitutes gbfmngnfg rules don’t apply to him, in his kingdom...wish that were me tbh ✊😔

sweet asks.

darling one: i've read almost all of your dazai and chuuya fics and i love them so much!! your formatting is also super aesthetic just a question, i saw on your kofi that you also draw so i was wondering if you drew all the header arts?? bc they're all super pretty :) have a great day!

darling two: Just wanted to say love the writing and the way your format your posts is so aesthetically pleasing. One day I hope my posts looks half as good as yours because I legit can't get over how pretty and organized it looks.

vanya: omg thank you so much!!!! one of my bffs, yue, is to thank for the formatting and aesthetic choices, really! if you wanna see more of her aesthetic formats and posts, she actually runs a few blogs! you may know her as @milkscafe​, formally @milkaaton! i adore her and her aes choices so much 🥺

as for the headers, i don’t draw 99.98% of them! i have drawn a couple, but they’re so few and far in between since i almost never finish my art wips haha... my older posts are lacking proper credits because i’m an absolute idiot, but i’m slowly working my way backwards to credit them all where possible! they’re all indeed super pretty!!!

have a great day yourself, my love!!

darling: THEY’RE NOT BAD CONTENT, I LOVE THEM ALL

vanya: this was in response to a now-deleted lil blurb but i kept it in my inbox because i wanted to say i love u very much and seeing this ask each time i open my inbox makes my heart skip a beat ♡

darling: Listen I love your writing, you inspired me to start it myself! I've always loved to write, and read of course but your style and concepts just stick with me. If you where to write something besides Yandere content/fandom content and started your own series? I would read the shit, out of it. I'm always nervous to interact with my favorite writers because you know, I'm afraid of the impression I'd leave but I just wanted to say this anyway! 💞💞💞🔫😳

vanya: wowowow fgfnmgnfmngfg that’s such a high compliment my brain just gmfnbgmnf go boom fogjfngnfg and thank you for the interaction, us writers truly appreciate it no matter how awkward or nervous you think you may be / come off!!!

darling one: As a writer, your post struck a nerve with me. I don’t send feedback to writers I like nearly as much as I should (and certainly not as much as I’d like in return as a writer). So, as such, I’m going to start doing that when I can, starting with you.

You are an incredible writer. You were one of the first yandere writing blogs I found and you’re still one I check in on regularly to see what you have been working on. You can portray a sense of suspense and intrigue in a natural way that many other writers - published ones included - struggle with. You delve into the darkness without it feeling forced, and you have an amazing grasp on the psyches of the characters you write for (which is a quality I adore in writing and strive toward myself).

I’m not great at ending these things so I guess.. you keep doing you? Because the you is great and I appreciate it.

darling two:  hey. i'm here to tell you that from the bottom of my heart i love you and your writings. i really admire your writing skills. you inspire me. one of your posts once saved me from a nervous breakdown. thank you for everything you do. you're a wonderful person. good luck!

darling three: I wanted to tell you that thank you for writing such wonderful beautiful writings and that you take time to edit and write I hope you are taking care of yourself 💖❤

darling four: Thanks. I was having a hard time and deleted all my apps, but as soon as i opened my phone my first instinct was to look at your blog and i got my motivation back. Thanks (:

darling five: Hi ! I just wanted to say I really enjoy the stories you write and how they are detailed so well ! Stay safe and I hope you have a good day/night ! ლ(╹◡╹ლ)

vanya: ahhhh, these are very old asks mostly dating back to my “tumblr writing community is dying” post, and i’ve kept them this entire time because i’m just so starstruck. i have no clue how to reply to compliments, so i’m not sure what else to say besides that these asks made me very happy and got me through a few insecure moments!!! i’ve actually been feeling a little down about my writing recently, mostly because of lack of motivation / inspiration, so revisiting these really warmed my heart, so thank you truly ♡ i’m certainly keeping the originals in my inbox until the end of time!!

darling @monstrously-obsessed: psst, this local cryptic mom thing send all of their love for you 💕

vanya: your local herbo says she loves you very much momster 🥺 mwah

also, to the anon worried about my safety:

thank you so much for pointing that out!!! it hadn’t even crossed my mind when i made those ocs, so i appreciate your concern! i was contemplating revamping those two as is, so this is a great place to start! thank you again!!

#asks collection #not a fic #vanya rambles #[ vanya LITERALLY rambles ] #[ life's hard when you're this asocial i swear fgmnfgnmfg ] #[ now to answer concept asks ]

[heesgf]

studying w/ lee byounggon!

hello cutest ppl of the world!!! here is a present for u <3 and pls read my scenario for bad boy gon!! or soft blurb gon

studying w/ lee byounggon                                                                                    (a bad idea)

OK SO you and byounggon have AP biology together, and somehow, by the grace of GOd himself, you’ve made it to the end of the year

It’s time for ur final exam!!! yay!!  because u can finally peace TF out of that class, but aww :’(( bc you have a final exam with 100 multiple choice  and 10 written questions 😔

some of ur ap bio shenanigans have included:

byounggon reading multiple questions OUT LOUD while you are writing the test and he literally doesn’t even notice

Like he just does it so naturally??? you’ll be side eyeing him through the divider that separates your desks

in your head, you’ll be like “AHEMMMM at LEAST read out the answers too damn ...”

He does not read out the answers :/

even tho it can be kind of off-putting, his voice is rlly deep and soothing!!!! so honestly it kind of helps your test anxiety

......but u will never admit that... he would have too much power

you and byounggon once made an animal cell out of rice krispy treats & candy

you guys left the project to the very last minute because collectively u have one brain cell

U guys started building but then u ate so much candy, you ended up puking🤮

After u had released the #barf, you and byounggon choose to cuddle up on the couch and u just chill for a couple hours

Somehow u convinced him to watch bird box????? He was DYING!!!

But it’s ok bc ur the Best Significant Other Ever and you used imdb to research every possible death scene!! and u gave him a solid 3 second warning every time

ONE TIME u were just a little bit off and he watched something a lil gruesome

U lost ur abiliity to hear from the scream that he released

“im never watching a movie with you AGAIN!”

“i said i was SORRY sodfjsdiofjsdio”

He complained for so long but then you promised you’d make it up to him with some kisses and he was like.... “hehehe ok im down”

a whole baby!!!!!

Its around 11pm now!! You and gon are cuddling on the couch, and it’s so warm, and cute, and wholesome <333

Ur running ur fingers through his soft hair and playing with his fingers; he’s just calmly humming and loving every minute of this

u start to close ur eyes and u feel kinda sleepy, so you lay your head on byounggon’s chest and just nestle in

you’re about to say “goodnight chief” and call it a night

But something feels off?

u suddenly shoot TF up and your mind is racing and ur like “thE PROJECT  !!”, real movie type shit

Ur trying not to LOSE UR MIND while byounggon is just snoring away... his arms are wrapped so tightly around u, and ur mind is still 23% asleep

honestly... maybe u should just lean back into his chest and fall asleep....

But then ur guilt complex is like ‘NO the pROJECT’

U want to wake him up but Byounggon: has left the chat

You start poking at his cheek erratically, and when he FINALLY wakes up, he’s all mumbley and tired and CUTE

U break the tragic news to him and now you’re both contemplating mental breakdowns

For the next 6 hours you guys are DEDICATED to this project

U show up to school the next morning with ur masterpiece:

(yall i rlly made that shit, respect me)

your eyes are SO unbelievably red, and for some reason, ur hair has marshmallow fluff in it????? u have to convince byounggon not to eat that shit on four separate occasions

“It looks yummy”

“PLS restrain urself”

So ur looking a little bit busted, but still cute, bc ur BEAUTIFUL nd sexy

SOMEHOW byounggon still looks perfect???? He looks like he’s just been rejuvenated by 10 hours of sleep; his skin is glowing and his eyes are twinkling... #unfair

when u guys show up to class, your teacher is sO happy with your project!!!!

but then she takes one look at you and she’s like, “(y/n) can i talk to you for a minute pls?”

“ uhh yeah ok, sure!!”

U think she’s about to tell you that she’s so proud of you both for coming up with such a creative idea, and for doing such a good job with the materials u used, but then she’s like:

“(y/n) ur eyes are so red”

ur kinda :’((( bc u think she’s about to scold you for pulling an allnighter...she’s a mama bear

“Pls stop smoking before class it’s rlly inappropriate”

Ur mouth is dropped WIDE open and byounggon is in the corner, snickering the sleep deprivation away: u want to kILL HIM!

Honestly, ur so shook, u kinda just stand there in silence while your teacher just shakes her head and does one of those “tsk tsk tsk” things and walks away

When u go back to ur desk, byounggon is like, “yea (y/n), u should rlly stop smoking at school, it’s super rude and honestly kind of distract-”

The look u give him makes him shut UP IMMEDIATELY

but then he just cranes his long arms around ur waist and smiles into the crook of ur neck and he’s like: “baby im sorry i love u”

So wholesome :’))))

Ur choked up?? And after all that work, a little bit delirious? U lean back into him and tilt ur head to the side so he can kiss u

when he pulls away he gives u this rlly uneven smirk

“even if u smoke before class”

“RUN AWAY RIGHT NOW OR IM GONNA [redacted]”

A couple weeks later, u guys have to do this lab on human heart rate and metabolism

bc byounggon is ur deskmate, he’s also ur lab partner (unfortunately)

Byounggon is RLLY SMART, but honestly u guys are just rlly unproductive when ur together bc u just want to. . .. hug him (relatable)

For one part of the lab, somebody needs to stick their hand into ice water while the other person monitors their heart rate

Byounggon REALLY passionately wants to be the one to dunk his hand in the water tank and ur just like “lmao ok calm down”

HIS HAND HAS BEEN IN THE ICE WATER FOR THREE MINUTES

@ this point, ur concerned x 3493049304930

He’s just like: “im FINE it’s FINE, keep going”

His eyes are TWITCHING

U have to forcefully yank his hand out of the water because he literally will NOT??? why is he like this

But it’s ok bc u warmed up his hand with lots hand holding and sweet lil kisses <333333

overall, bio have been a WILD ride, but byounggon has made it so much more enjoyable,,, and u guys love each other lots,,, (y/n) and byounggon for cutest couple 2k19  😘

Okay so now for the studying!!!

byounggon kind of had to beg to get you to study with him at the library

but that’s only because every time u study with him, u dont retain SHIT, bc ur too busy drooling over his jawline

U wanted to be rlly strict and firm so you could actually be well prepared!!!! But when he started whining and hugging on you,,,, what wEre you SUppOSED to DO?!?

So NOW, u and gon are at the library

U make him sit across from u

Because the lord knows, if he’s sitting next to, he will not stop kissing ur face and u RLLY need to do some learning!!! Studious Queen

twelve minutes into mitosis and chill, byounggon is pouting and using his biology textbook as a pillow

Literally byounggon is the kind of guy that looks like he’d be a rlly messy student, but he will take one look at the textbook, and get a 96%

So ofc, he’s like... “studying... who’s she?”

He’s just staring at you

In this moment, u look SO CUTE, bc ur head is burried in your book, and ur hair is adorably messy, and ur eyebrows are scrunched together bc ur rlly focused

Ur the cutest thing he ever saw?????

“Gon,,, baby u have to stop staring at me,, i can’t concentrate”

He’s so GOOFY

“im noooooooooot”

(he totally is)

It’s been about two hours?? Byounggon took a power nap, and u reviewed everything u possibly could,,, now u just want byounggon to hum u to sleep

byounggon is POWERED UP (stream power up by red velvet)  from his nap and he’s very, very, very giddy

And a lil clingy bc u haven’t cuddled him today yet :/

He’s been saying “mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell” for about 8 minutes,,, u would throw ur bag of hot cheetos at him but he’s just too pretty

He’s laughing AT HIMSELF

Ur shaking ur head and laughing at him too

The librarian POPS UP out of literally nowhere?? She looks at byounggon playing candy crush on his phone and she’s like “SHHHHHHHHHH!!! young man! you are being so disrespectful! this place is for students to study! U need to leave immediately”

She’s about to point her finger at you too, but then:

“Ma’am i’ve never seen this boy in my whole life” 😜

Byounggon is Taken Aback™

He rlly can’t believe u just did that

U start laughing so hard bc PAYBACK

But his mind is just thinking.. . “top ten worst anime betrayals of all time”

The librarian is so annoyed with both of you she just turns around and mumbles something like “stupID KIDS”

U have to lug byounggon outside bc now he’s #embarrassed bc of the librarian, and #hurt because u threw him under the bus

He’s still pretending to be upset by the time u guys make it back to his house, and u have to give him all sorts of compliments to make everything okay again

“ur chin.... is straight SEXY”

“i think it’s cute that u eat bananas with sriracha”

“i, for one, like the screams you make when we watch horror movies”

THE COMPLIMENTS ARE SO STUPID BUT FOR SOME REASON HE’S BLUSHING???? blushy babyyyyy 💖

u conclude with a veryyyy sweet kiss on his lips

let’s just say... he forgives u

THE NEXT DAY!!! It’s time for ur exam omgomg :’))))))

byounggon finishes that shit in 26 minutes and somehow ends up getting a 92%

it took u a solid 48 minutes and u ended up with a nice and spicy 90%

he gets the better mark bc he’s god Lee Byounggon??? U will never understand bc he rlly doesn’t even try.... U can’t relate

But it’s ok

Because he’s the cutest thing to ever exist in the world, and even if he makes u the most unproductive person in existence, u love him more than anything <333

And he loves u bby!!!!!

the librarian, on the other, loves neither of u 😔 ......

THE END ! ! ! !

i love u all!! and thank u for ur support!! hit like if u feel bad for the librarian  😔

#ygtb #ygtb scenario #yg treasure box #PLS POST #byounggon scenario

[blinder-s]

Bad Date / Eames

ok so i’m back!! thank u to everyone who liked nd commented on my last imagine (which u can find here)!!! ily lots, and here is another tom hardy imagine lol :-) i hope u enjoy!!

BLURB: You go on a bad date, and Eames is there to comfort you afterwards.

WARNINGS:  Swearing??? A bit of violence but nothing rly i dont think

WORDS: 1,768

GIF CREDITS TO THE OWNERS

“You’re going out dressed like that?” Your co-worker, Eames cooed as you strutted your way into the garage where the boys and Ariadne had crowded round the TV, watching God knows what.

“Yes, what’s the problem?” You asked, looking yourself up and down. You were going on a date with someone you had met in a coffee shop the previous day. They seemed lovely, with dark brown hair, and you wanted to impress them. 

“The skirts a bit fucking short, isn’t it?” Eames commented, leaning back in his chair to get a better look at your outfit. You weren’t wearing anything indecent, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination, you supposed. 

But you and Eames had never gotten along well, and you were certain that he was doing this to wind you up.

“It’s supposed to be short.” You retorted, “I’m going out on a date, Eames. If you have any other complaints or unneeded comments on my appearance, they’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning.” 

You rolled your eyes, before Ariadne commented on how ‘pretty’ you looked. You thanked her, feeling good about yourself for one of the rare occasions. 

“Yes, yes,” Eames piped up as you began walking out the door, “she looks lovely, in what little clothing she has on.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, so you turned around and gave him the finger, smiling sickly at him. 

Your date was waiting for you outside the restaurant for you, looking just as good as you remembered, and followed them into the fancy Italian restaurant they had picked out. And the date was going well, the food was nice and the conversation flowed well. You were enjoying yourself, and so was your date by the looks of things.

They paid for you, and you probably said thank you about one hundred times, until you walked outside, your hands brushing slightly and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’ve had a really lovely evening,” you said, looking up at your date who measured a couple of inches taller than you.

“Back to mine?” They asked, pulling at your waist and smirking seductively. You giggled coyly,

“Maybe another time, perhaps?” Truth be told, you weren’t in the mood for anything other than sitting in bed and binge watching some mindless crap on TV, “thanks for tonight, though.” You laughed, pulling away at their tight grip at your waist.

“I don’t think so,” they replied, their eyes furrowing, “you’re coming back to mine. Don’t act like a frigid, when I clearly know you aren’t.”

You began to try and worm your way out of their grip, “you don’t know anything about me.”

They laughed, bending down to your height, “you’re on that dating site, for fucks sake,” their breath hot on your cheeks, causing your eyes to burn and tear up, “and look at you,” they stood back, taking in your appearance, “you look like a common whore. Nobody comes on a date dressed like that, without the intention of getting fucked.” They whispered harshly, before clenching their jaw and grabbing onto your left wrist and pulling you further and further away from the direction of your home. 

“Get off me!” You screamed, digging your shoes into the tarmac ground. You, of course, had been trained to fight back. It was one of the first things Cobb did when you had been recruited as part of their team, and you picked it up easily. However, your date was much bigger than you and you weren’t exactly prepared, on in the most agile clothing. 

Their grip on your wrist tightened, and they clamped their free hand around your mouth, reducing you to grunts and concealed yells for help. Your hand wailed around, trying to hit your date anywhere you could. 

The two of you had gotten to a door, which you presumed was theirs, since they began to rearrange their hands so that they could get the keys out from their back jean pocket. You took this chance to punch them square in the face with your spare hand, that wasn’t locked to your back, and kick them in the stomach. Their grip around your mouth and wrist loosened, so you wiggled free and began running in the general direction of the garage, where you knew Cobb would be. 

You hid behind a wall, and slipped your heels off and continued to run easier, since you now had bare feet instead of six-inch heels. You ran and ran and ran, ignoring the sharp pains in the soles of your feet, as you stepped over glass and gravel towards the dimly lit garage. 

You didn’t need a mirror to see that your looked like a mess; your skirt had ridden up and was skewed to the left slightly. Your makeup had smudged, and mascara and eyeliner were running down your face as your eyes teared up at the harsh wind slapped you in the face as your ran. 

You feebly opened the industrial door to the focal point of you and your work colleagues, expecting it to be deserted except for Cobb in the corner, since he never really slept anymore. Or maybe Ariadne working silently on another location for the dream. Part of you hoped it would be completely empty, not needing any of your friends to see you in such a state.

But it wasn’t Cobb sat in the corner, it was someone you hadn’t wanted to see all evening. As you were running you could hear his comments about your skirt and how defenceless you were, and you had been praying to above that he’d have gone home. 

“You look a bit worse for wares, (Y/N).” He said reading a book, not looking up at your arrival, “have a bit too much to drink?” 

You slammed the door and ignored his petty comments, before going over to the sofa and lying down. Your silence and lack of comeback caused Eames to look up from whatever he was reading, and over to your shivering mess of a body slumped on the discoloured sofa.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he cursed, before quickly making his way to you on the opposite side of the room. You yawned and mumbled that you were fine, before looking at your nails, “(Y/N), don’t be stupid. I know you’re not bloody fine!” 

Your eyes rolled involuntarily, at how he had to insult you even though he was trying to be comforting. Eames had reached you now, and crouched down so that his head was level with yours, and the two of you made eye contact.

Despite never getting along with your irritating colleague, you had always found him rather attractive, Maybe it was his British accent, or maybe it was his physique. Or maybe it was how he never pushed it, when you two fought, and he knew never to actually upset your feelings. 

“(Y/N).” He began softly, “what happened?”

You took a deep breath and began to explain how your evening panned out, including how your date commented on the length of your skirt, “I know you’ll just say that I was stupid, and asking for it because of my outfit. But please, I swear to God Eames, if you say ‘I told you so’,” you muttered not making eye contact with him, “I’ll punch you so hard in the dick that you’ll never be able to have children.” You gritted your teeth, before looking at him through your long damp lashes.

His hands went up in surrender, “noted,” his mouth formed a grin for a split second, before disappearing as quickly as it arrived, “not that I was going to say that anyway, love. Men are disgusting, and I’m sorry you had to go through that; even if you went wearing nothing, you still wouldn’t be asking for it.”

You smiled slightly.

“They deserve to be in prison,” Eames’ eyebrows furrowed, “tell me their name, and I’ll go kick them unconscious for you immediately.” He stood up and looked at you expectantly.

“Don’t be stupid.” You laughed, wiping under your eyes despite knowing it would smudge your makeup even more, “then you’d be put in prison. And who would I have to make fun of everyday?” 

Eames looked you adoringly, curled up in the corner of the ratty sofa, and sat down next to you. His weight caused the pillow to sink down, and you slowly let yourself slide next to him, your clothed thighs brushing up against each other.

Eames looked down at your tired makeup stained face, still thinking that you were the most beautiful girl in the world. Even though he, too, went on dinner dates with multiple girls in whichever city they were in; he didn’t call back any of them, despite the dates going well. Because, at the end of the day, they weren’t you- and none of them could make him laugh as loud as you did. And that was all he cared about; you and him laughing, no matter if it was because you had insulted him or vice versa.

“Can I kiss you?” You looked up at the man you’d known for roughly five years, who constantly annoyed you, realising that he was the one that you’d always want to come back to. No one could ever replace the stupid relationship that you had with him. However, his taken aback face told you that whatever you were thinking was unrequited, “sorry.” You apologised immediately, feeling embarrassed, “Ignore me. Pretend I never sai-”

He cut off your rambling by kissing you softly. So softly, that he was almost afraid of breaking you. You smiled, kissing him back more eagerly and messily, probably due to your fragile and slightly intoxicated mind.

He pulled away, mumbling something about how he shouldn’t be taking advantage of an upset girl, and how you’d probably regret everything in the morning. 

“You have lipstick on your teeth,” you poked his cheek with your index finger, causing him to look at you abruptly, his mouth curving into a smile that took up half of his face. He leaned back in the sofa, letting out a gruff laugh, before looking over at your triumphant face.

“So do you,” he laughed, causing your face to fall slightly and punch him on the arm lightly.

“I hate you,” you spoke indignantly.

“I thought you did for five years, (Y/N).” Eames admitted honestly, “but I know that you don’t now.” He leaned his head down to yours, and pecked you quickly on the lips, “and I’m never going to let you forget it.” 

#Tom Hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #eames #tom hardy imagine #inception

[zoesrhees]

so there are tons and tons of new people and i have been alarmingly sporadic with my activity because my work life is literally crushing me it’s great!!! anyway i’m shannon & underneath the read more are little(not so little and totally unorganized) blurbs about each of my characters in case anyone wants to plot!!

zoe; (arden cho) sophomore, 20, pre-law, kappa gamma kappa vp; originally from san antonio, tx but moved to pa right before she started high-school, cheerleader, big dumb idiot  basically, a mash between ally mcbeal and elle woods, incidentally they are both her heroes, though she knows ally had her share of problems, she’s very much got a similar mindset. zoe does try to be a good person, she’s smart, loyal and sweet but often can be selfish, stubborn and shallow. generally nice to get along with, she’s not much trouble but isn’t afraid to stick up for herself and once she decides to stand her ground that is it. not the best at doing so of course, that person that will think of a comeback HOURS later instead. hopeless romantic who is in love w/ love, she’s a sucker for anything cute and heartfelt, really wants to have her own modern love story, but also afraid of being burned or being the only one to fall, does stupid shit literally all the time honestly, sticks her foot in her mouth a lot, doesn’t know how to react in uncomfortable situations and will literally RUN AWAY from you, just a big ole sucker, really sweet, really friendly, loves everyone even when not every loves her. serial dater, would love some exes if they only dated a few times, etc etc.

hunter; (chelsey reist) 23, junior, sociology major, omega alpha chi, from Savannah, GA & California in her teens, field hockey co-cap, she’s just a lil slice of gay apple pie honestly. grew up in the south when she was younger, lived in california for a few years and fell in love with her next door neighbor before her parents ripped her away, her family basically disowned her and she was ready to run away at sixteen when her brother offered to go with her, they were pretty much homeless for two years and did a lot of semi shady shit, she got her ged, went to community college and worked her ASS OFF to get where she is now, had a lot of disdain for her mom and dad who were very conservative and very ashamed and she turned into a very sour girl. hateful and disrespectful towards her family she is definitely not over how they hurt her. extremely defensive over her big brother, heinous but fiercely loyal, don’t fuck with the people she cares about or she will come after you until you never want to see her face again and regret your decisions, extremely persistent, extreme asshole, not afraid to drag anyone she likes to use men for money, a lot. secretly misses her parents and wishes they loved her, not coping with the idea that they dont.

bruno;(jarod joseph) 21, junior, graphic design major, psi delta social chair. originally from australia but lived in new york part of the time, too bruno is literally everyone’s friend. there’s no making an enemy out of this guy, he’s genuine, sincere and really fucking nice. also really high ALL the time, likes to draw and paint, really into grafitti like wants to be the next bansky and shit. when he was young his parents died and he was adopted by his godparents aka luna and rocky’s parents and he grew up with them extremely protective of both of them, luna is LITERALLY HIS rock like he would be lost without her and he loves rocky more than air like its the BROMANCE to end all bromances. it’s hard to see him in a low mood. very sensitive, really in touch with his feelings and shit, will literally give you the shirt off his back, super passionate about mashed potatoes honestly. if you’re a nice person, bruno is your friend and if you’re not a nice person he’s going to try anyway

ruby;(marie avgeropoulos) 20, sophomore, marine biology major, kappa gamma kappa, gymnastics team co-cap, originally from australia actually the nicest person you will ever meet, puts everyone’s needs before her own and is extremely worrisome, self-blaming and self-deprecating. tries hard to be happy for everyone she knows and loves because she knows they’re not all. obsessive over every little thing and vehemently wants people to like her, loves with her whole heart no matter who it is, big science dork, very into gymnastics, doesn’t drink much, doesn’t do drugs and just really pure, has a shaky family past but her siblings are her world, afraid of anything happening to them, literally terrified of losing her big brother because they’re so close, passionate, open, honest and genuine, tries to push away the fact that her past has turned her into a sad bean and puts on a smile for everyone.

true; (ricky whittle) 25, senior, pre-med major,epsilon kappa tau vp, spent a lot of his time in paris before going to college, he chose to defer his first year but after a bad motorcycle accident he ended up starting very late anyway grumpy old man that would be walter mathau to shame. lived in paris for a few years where he met the LOVE of his life holy shit, after she left he got into a pretty bad motorcycle accident that fucked with his leg so now he walks with a cane and takes a lot of pain pills.  cynical as all hell, rarely smiles, mean to everyone except for his sister, probably still has a vcr and a member’s only jacket because he is SO behind the times. studying to be a doctor, only rushed greek because of his parents and his little sister hope, his older sisters are extremely driven and successful and he feels the need to be too, hard living in their shadow their parents impress so many values on them. has been less miserable nowadays but still just has a permanent raincloud over his head. think dr. house meets munch from svu honestly.

bellamy; (caitlin stasey) 20, junior, astrophysics major, tau alpha zeta pres, softball team, from new iberia, la, your basic human trash can, she’s a slob, crass and hardly cares what anyone thinks of her both personally and physically, thinks she’s hilarious as hell but is really just super lame and stupid as hell, meme queen, really gross, makes a lot of stupid rash decisions “for the vine” even though vine is dead now, fierce friend, HUGE know it all, she might act stupid as all hell but she’s actually brilliant and is that sort of asshole that will not hesitate to correct you, space gay, loves looking at stars and definitely thinks aliens are real, really close to her brothers and her cousins, family is everything, lil cutie farm girl that loves all sorts of science and agriculture, has had a her heart broken a time or two but is really good at pretending everything is okay because that’s just what she does, laughs everything off. fiercely loyal friend, hoping to be sponsored in life by taco bell one day.

jonah jackson; (max irons) 21, junior, mathematics major, kappa alpha lambda member, co-captain of the basketball team from florence, ky extremely insufferable at times, arrogant jackass has been called a fuckboy but it’s not really all that fitting. he goes by jackson because his dad’s first name is jonah and he refuses to have anything to do with him, papa dahl ditched the fam when his younger brother was born and his mom took up two-three jobs to put food on the table which means he took the role of caretaker, exhausting him when he was younger but he’s really loyal and reliable. super poor and worries about what other people will think of this, here on an academic scholarship but fears being pegged as a gasp! nerd so he tells everyone it’s actually a basketball scholarship, thinks he’s charming af, natural flirt, obnoxiously good at math, really hard hard working and dedicated but loves to have fun, just all around garbage sap boy honestly 

#nyuplots #nyuooc

[georgeluz]

hey:) for the ask thing, im about 5'5, i have long wavy light brown hair and big brown eyes w olive skin. my myers briggs is campaigner&my star sign is a cancer! i'm kinda built (?) bc i do competitive sport, i play lotta instruments, and im v social. i have adhd yikes and anxiety YIKES but it's chill lol, sometimes that does get in the way though. for the fandom, BoB would be great:) also ya u are a legend i didn't mean another word for champ i deadass just meant legend. thanks ❣

NO MORE PLS.

Wow. But… if I were… a legend… I would’ve gotten this done FOREVER AGAOAUHDFgrihEJADF. I’m so SORRY. Babe. But to make it up to you, this blurb is fucking LONG. @v-esperteen 

The Character I See You As: Buck Compton. HIGHLY SOCIAL? SPORTS? ANXIOUS? You got yourself a recipe for BUCK COMPTON. Aka the wonderful, sweet lil sunshine that loves literally everyone and makes everyone feel so comfortable and relaxed (and sometimes not relaxed depending on how boisterous he gets). I love him because even though he has all of these amazing qualities, he is independent to a fault (daring to argue with Winters I scream he’s–), highly emotional (losing his friends literally KILLED HIM) and anxious (though he hides it well behind his EVERYTHING IS FINE face or his dead inside face).

Your Three Best Friends: Don Malarkey, Alex Penkala, Skip Muck (aka the squad)

The One You Don’t Get Along With: Henry Jones. Sweet, sweet Henry. It’s no one’s fault, but he’s so composed and so put together that you honestly don’t know what to do with him. Try and joke with him? He just stares at you (maybe smiles pitifully). Try and initiate conversation? Part of you burns because he takes himself so damn seriously and you decide never to try that again lmao. You like him… you just don’t know what to do with him and him with you, so you just stay out of each other’s hair.

Who I Ship You With: Shifty Powers. The ENFP plus the shy, cute, unassuming, but also incredibly brave and intelligent Shifty Powers? HELLO HOW FREAKING ADORA- I digress. Shifty is wonderful because he’s mellow and gentle, gets embarrassed easily if you try and shower him with affection, but somehow keeps cool in the middle of combat, never gets injured, etc. His name is Shifty for a reason, one minute he’s there and the next you’re like ?? hello ?? Shifty? ANYWAY. I love him a lot. He’s like the least anxious person. Whenever you have your anxious moments he’s there to cuddle you and tell you in his sweet lil accent that everything is gonna be just fine (dont mind me im crying).

Wildcard: Captain. 2nd Battalion Staff S-3. 101st Airborne.

Lil Blurb??: Your charisma got you here. Your athleticism, sharp wit, ability to make solid decisions under pressure, and aptitude for route planning got you here. You were a valuable assistant to Colonel Strayer. Your gender also got you here: pouring coffee for him at 6:30 in the morning, tapping your foot with a bright smile on your face. You pretended it was fine that you were reduced to such menial tasks. You knew it was too good to be true that you would be used for much after being moved from the WAAC to the 101st. You had trained hard with a handful of women to handle the difficulties of battle–you would never see combat, but you would get as close as any woman ever had.

But that still meant making coffee for all of the men, pouring it, and often being left out of discussions. You kept reminding yourself that it was insane that you were here, in England, part of the planning for D-Day. You wouldn’t get to drop though, not like the boys. Knowing that crushed you, not because you particularly wanted to see combat and death, but because you had grown so close to the everyone. To be left behind was cruel. You were a favorite on Easy Company’s sports teams. It was Buck Compton that had used his charms to sway you into joining their soccer game. You were just as uneasy as the men, but once the game started, it was like you’d been playing with them forever.

Malarkey, Penkala, Muck, you, Compton, and Luz versus Guarnere, Toye, Heffron, Talbert, and Skinny Sisk. It was the most fun you’d ever had, throwing elbows and repeatedly trying to trip Tab (who kept throwing hands and swearing he was just going easy on you). You even managed to get a laugh out of Toye, something you hadn’t accomplished before. You patted yourself on the back for that one. But damn, it would hurt to be cut from the friends you’d made. You had brothers. These boys were like your brothers now, far from home, keeping you company in the daylight.

But, despite those boys being the group you had become so close with so quickly, it was the charming Southerner that caught your attention right off the bat. Powers was all broad shoulders passed down from generation to generation; he was meant to hold a gun, you could tell by the way he cradled his rifle against his arm. It was like an extension of himself, but that wasn’t the only thing you admired about the unassuming Shifty. He was a hell of a shot, probably the best in the company, but he was about as quiet, humble, and bashful as they came. And you thrived on making him blush.

First it was through subtle compliments when you caught him alone, without Tab or Skinny by his side. You would sit while Shifty cleaned his rifle, admiring his perfect form when shooting or suggesting he was the best you’d ever seen. You didn’t push him, you read him well enough to know he was easily made uncomfortable. You asked him about home, about his favorite gun, about the squirrels he used to shoot up in Virginia. Shifty would smile fondly at you, then his shoes, and lean back against the wall or the back of his chair, tipping his head back and squinting his eyes. He always took his time talking–he was deliberate. You loved that about him. When you sat with him it was like time stopped for just a sweet moment, like the anxieties and the frustration that fluttered in the back of your mind stopped.

One night, after sharing a drink or two, you both wandered into the nearby cow pasture and he told you about the farm he grew up on. “I did always like cows the most,” he murmured, running his hands along the dew-ridden grass, the other hand rubbing his jaw. “Big eyes, big ears.” He trailed off, screwing up his nose, trying to think of other reasons why he liked them so much. “Well I suppose they never did want nothing bad for nobody,” he finished with a short nod, drawing both hands behind him to lean on. “Chickens were too cranky, and the horses were too smart for me. I almost got kicked once. My daddy almost lost it, started hollerin’ about how I needed to stop sneakin’ up on ‘em. I was too quiet.”

You, yourself, had never been so quiet in your life. You were laying on your side, fingers threaded through the grass beside Shifty’s hand. You wanted nothing more than to keep listening, to drink his words in, to know him from the inside out, but he stopped and furrowed his brow. “You know, I never tried cow tippin’ before.” You looked up through your eyelashes, face flushed from the alcohol that still burned in the back of your throat. 

“What do we do, huh, Powers? Do we just run at them?” You had never done it before either. It sounded just like something a boy from Virginia would want to do.

“S’pose so, I never thought about it.”

“Wanna do it?”

“No, I don’t think that would be very kind,” he replied, sliding back down until his head hit the ground. He rolled onto his side and blinked up at you, a crooked smile gracing his features. “I’m too tired to run anyway.”

“Mmhm,” was your defeated reply, still propped up on your elbow, hovering over him. You felt a little tired too, buzzed, slipping down until your face was right beside his. You laughed. He laughed a little too, but he also looked like a deer caught in headlights. You weren’t one for personal space, at least not with people you enjoyed being around, and you hadn’t thought that it might be pushing it for him to be so close. 

“Never kissed anyone neither,” Shifty murmured after a moment. You tilted your head slightly, leaning back.

“Really?”

“I didn’t play football. I didn’t live in town. I don’t think I had a lot goin’ for me. Bad luck.”

You quirked a brow. Your heart was hammering against your chest. You weren’t supposed to being doing this with an enlisted man. You were his superior, and the reason most had objected to women in the military was for this damn reason exactly. “Why did you bring that up, Shifty?” You were just antagonizing him now.

He was silent for a moment, searching your gaze for any emotion other than drunken amusement. “Well, Y/N, I-I rightly think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I was just thinkin’ that. I’m sorry–” He broke off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was thinkin’ I wouldn’t mind kissin’ you.”

“Well, Shifty Powers, I don’t know what those girls back in Virginia were thinking,” you chuckled, reaching to grab the fabric of his shirt. “I must do my civic duty after all, send you off to war right,” you murmur before planting one on him, gentle, careful, trying not to spook him. This was real, you reminded yourself. And it would be gone soon, so you’d best enjoy it while it lasted. He draped his arm over your waist, pulling you in close, the other hand supporting your cheek. 

Shifty was a quick learner, you found, and you also discovered it would be very, very difficult to reverse what you’d done. After that night, discreet as you tried to be, he nearly gave it all away with his puppy eyes and his silent begging. And you were a sucker, running off with him to the fields and pastures whenever you could under the cover of darkness to romp, wrestle, play, and kiss a little before he and the rest of the men were dropped over Normandy.

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Baby + Matthew Tkachuk

am i turning this into a baby blurb, very much so.

warnings: mentions of sex.

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pregnancy/learning about the baby:

ok of course we all know matty loves sex.

but honestly i dont think he’d sit down and say he’d want kids.

maybe like you’d talk to him but he’d never blatantly bring it up. 

like yes he sees kids with you in the future but his career is at a good place right now and he’d feel like he wouldn't be able to be there for you and the baby,

i feel like one day you guys would have lots of fun after after one of his long road trips and after a while you start feeling sick.

you go buy a few tests and they are all positive.

you wait for matthew to come home with a emotionless face.

you aren’t sure what to think, none of you have brought it up.

you told him and he’s like “oh my god im gonna be a dad, im gonna be a dad!”

“I have to call Johnny”

he’s actually super happy and you release your breathe that you’ve been holding.

he’d definitely be extra protective.

you want to bend down to say hi to a dog?

not on matty’s watch,

its bad for the baby he’d say.

“you know carrying a child doesn't automatically make me a child” you say.

oml taryn would be over all the time helping you.

“uhm i think i should get to spend time with my girlfriend too.” he’d say.

“matt taryn understands some things you don’t “ 

he’d be offended and call johnny or brady right away.

“Can you believe she told me that, just cause im not a girl but oh ive read enough books.” 

when the baby comes he’s actually way more prepared than you think he would be.

he’s right next to you the whole time.

it’s a baby boy!

definitely a two syllable name since him and his siblings names all have two syllables.

life with a boy:

omg he would have matthew’s beloved curls.

hockey hockey hockey.

a mess. 

omg your house is a mess.

matthew would be like sorry babe as he tries to help you but just creates an even bigger mess.

uncle johnny would come over and they’d have a playful hockey match.

until your kid turns it into a not so playful match.

definitely like his dad.

you’d put him in hockey and you’d definitely get some calls at home.

matthew is glad that he wants to follow in his footsteps of playing in the nhl. (your son being the 4th generation tkachuk to play hockey)

get in fights? yeah a few.

you’d have mat teach him how to be better but it wouldn't help.

i feel like after he’d get a baby sister or a dog he’d be gentle and he would let his soft side show.

omg your little family would be the cutest.

since he could walk matt would place him on the ice.

“got to teach them early babe.”

spoil him? yeah a lot.

has his calgary gear in check.

fully decked out at his first game before he could even talk.

just overall the cutest little pest like his dad.

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