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love-belle · 9 months

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good riddance !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their post break-up era is them pretending that they weren't each other's everything.

for when you're too hurt to regret anything. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - hello!!! i hope u like this one!!! thank u so much for reading, i love you <3 just a note, that i will probably not be posting next week bc i have exams but i will be active here so ! if u message me, i'll probably reply, i hope so anyways lol <3

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danielricciardo good riddance.

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kelly's bf 👎 - max ; cat stealer ❌ - y/n

cat stealer ❌ : max

kelly's bf 👎 : what

cat stealer ❌ : is kelly with u

kelly's bf 👎 : she's out with p

kelly's bf 👎 : what happened

cat stealer ❌ : just wanted to talk to her

cat stealer ❌ : it's okay, just tell her to give me a call whenever she's back :) tell sweet p i love her and i miss her sm

kelly's bf 👎 : will do

seen 1m ago

kelly's bf 👎 : hey you okay?

kelly's bf 👎 : i saw what daniel posted

kelly's bf 👎 : it's a shit move just saying

kelly's bf 👎 : he's stupid

cat stealer ❌ : yeah idc lol

cat stealer ❌ : "good riddance" ok boy u literally begged me to make it work

cat stealer ❌ : i'm sorry ik he's ur best friend

kelly's bf 👎 : yeah but so are you

cat stealer ❌ : WOAHHH PAUSE

cat stealer ❌ : max being nice for a change?????

cat stealer ❌ : history was made

kelly's bf 👎 : don't make me take it back

kelly's bf 👎 : but yeah

kelly's bf 👎 : don't pay any attention to him, yeah? i'm sure kelly will have a few choice words for him at the next race, along with me. and p probably, she loves her aunt y/n

kelly's bf 👎 : speaking of that, you're coming to the next race right?

cat stealer ❌ : i love u all :// thank u

cat stealer ❌ : and no, i don't think it's a good idea

kelly's bf 👎 : are you sure? you can stay inside the whole time, he won't even see you

cat stealer ❌ : i'll think abt it, im just very overwhelmed rn that's all

kelly's bf 👎 : that's very understandable tbh

cat stealer ❌ : max

kelly's bf 👎 : y/n

cat stealer ❌ : can i ask u something

kelly's bf 👎 : if this is about letting you and kelly give me a makeover, it's no

cat stealer ❌ : we'll convince u someday but that's not what i wanted to ask

kelly's bf 👎 : what is it?

cat stealer ❌ : do u think daniel ever loved me

cat stealer ❌ : like at all???

kelly's bf 👎 : y/n

kelly's bf 👎 : of course he did

kelly's bf 👎 : you were his everything

cat stealer ❌ : then why was it so easy for him to walk out and then say "good riddance"

cat stealer ❌ : he took the easy way out

kelly's bf 👎 : he's a stupid asshole that's all

kelly's bf 👎 : but he truly did love you, he still does. i know i complained a lot, but with the way he spoke of you, like you were truly his everything. it was such a happy site, seeing my two best friends in love

cat stealer ❌ : u called me best friend twice omg

cat stealer ❌ : that's a record

kelly's bf 👎 : shut up

kelly's bf 👎 : my point is

cat stealer ❌ : i need to post something so W

cat stealer ❌ : brb

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kelly's bf 👎 : so i was just a placeholder till my girlfriend arrived?

cat stealer ❌ : aw look at u using ur brain

kelly's bf 👎 : this is why daniel broke up with you

cat stealer ❌ : TOO SOON

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josiesullysblog · 1 year

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Not so Small Now?

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Fluff, breast play?, touching

~Proofread?-yes

~Summary-You are older then Neteyam by a year, Neteyam is a love sick fool and you tell him the only way you mate is if he grows taller then you.

You were 365 and one whole days older than Neteyam. So, your whole life you felt like you had an advantage. In your tiny four-year-old mind you could tell him what to do because you are the oldest. And he blindly listened, “Neteyam go fetch me some beads for my hair!” He’d send you a toothy smile, “okay!” “Neteyam can you find me the biggest fish, please!” “okay, Nova!”

Now, Neteyam was in love with you the minute he met you. Always followed behind you, you were the only person he let walk all over him. You found it fun having the boy wrapped around your fingers, but you never asked too much of the boy.

When you were nine and he was eight, he brought you a handful of flowers, “my Nova!” You had been playing with some older kids when he came running. The older kids started snickering as they noticed his eyes were glued on you, “are these flowers for me?” You smiled and took them in your hand, “can you be my mate?”

Hope was laced in his eyes as the kids behind laughed harder, “she can't mate with you!” You shot them a glare, “I can do whatever I want,” you walked off with the flowers in hand and Neteyam on your trail. “So, does this mean we can mate?” you shook your head, “thanks for the flowers, but we can't mate! We are far too young!” Neteyam frowned, “when we get older will you mate with me?”

You pretended to think a bit, “I’ll mate with you when you become taller than me!” He smiled big, “I've found a mate! I’m going to tell Lo’ak!” he ran off quickly while you sighed, in your little mind he was never gonna become taller than you because you were older.

Neteyam ran all the way home with the biggest smile, “I’ve found a mate!” Neytiri turned quickly looking at the boy crazy, “son, you are far too young to think of such things,” Neteyam shook his head, “I and Nova are promised in the stars! I just have to become taller than her!” Neytiri snickered a bit laughing at the boy. “Well, I can't wait for that day,” Neteyam nodded before finding Lo’ak and telling him the same thing.

Long story short, you were wrong. Very wrong. You had completely forgotten about the bet. You had picked up many new hobbies, one being drawing, so your mind was moving too quickly to even stop and look at the boy. To notice the now twenty-year-old is no longer a child, but a man. Neteyam didn’t forget, he was waiting till after his ceremony to trap you. Not in a weird way, just when you two can be alone. So he can finally confess how he truly feels. How for the last year, since your ceremony, that no man attempt to court you. Your beauty to him was something he only should cherish.

As the months came by quickly, Neteyam’s ceremony was coming quickly. You didn't think much of it, but for some reason, a pain hit your heart when you thought of Neteyam with another. But that's crazy because he was just the boy who followed you around. Right?

You sat in complete silence as you drew the scenery around you. Besides the movement of the wind and the slight rustle of the trees, you were in such a peaceful state you didn't notice Neteyam lurking. You got up leaving your work on the floor to go get some water by the river. You hummed a song as the boy matched your pace, unbeknownst to you.

You bent down carefully feeling the water, you sighed with contentment, “feels good?” Neteyam said coming out from the bushes. You quickly turned as you heard the familiar voice, “teyem I told you to stop scaring me!” the boy simply smirked as he joined you, “well, that wouldn't be much fun.”

Your eyes stuck on the boy as he took his place next to you. Was this the same boy you grew up with? Because the boy in front of you made a slight blush cover your face, and your heartbeat go up a little. “What are you doing this deep in the forest anyway? Don’t you need to be preparing for your ceremony?” you gave the boy a playful smile. “I wanted to see you,” you stood up causing the boy to. He gently grabbed your arm pushing you onto a tree. It was then that you noticed how much the boy had grown. How he was much stronger than you, how held be able to do anything to you.

He chuckled as a noticeable blush covered your face, “not so small now, huh?” you looked away from the boy who was quick to grab your chin. “Aw, the baby can’t keep eye contact?” you crumbled under his gaze, “shut up, Neteyam,” his gaze only intensified, “I've been quiet about how I've felt for the last year, baby.” his hands trailed down your body as he spoke, causing small gasps to fall out. “For the last year, ever since your ceremony, I’ve prayed to Ewya that you may never find another. Or I don’t know what I'd do,” his words caused a feeling in between your legs. His hands stopped on top of your breast, softly touching the nipples, he squeezed the nipple hard, a loud moan coming out as a result. “Dear Ewya, even now I'm so tempted to bend you over and fuck you.”

He dragged your hand over his hard cock, “feel this? This is what you do to me, pretty girl,” your eyes were locked with the boy’s as he continued his assault on your breasts, you gently placed a hand on his face bringing it closer to you. “If you don’t stop now, we’ll get in trouble,” your words of reason were true, but you wanted him to continue going.

“Listen to me, the minute we are finished with that ceremony, I'm going to fuck you.” he let go of you, helping you off the tree. The whole walk home, your mind was going crazy. You could not wait till after that ceremony.

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Lazy ending ik:( I’ll definitely try and update this, but thankfully I was able to write! I have an important test coming up so I won't be able to write till this weekend but hope you enjoy it!!

#avatar way of water #neteyam #jake sully #loak x reader #avatar #avatar loak #avatar neytiri #neteyam x y/n #neteyam smut

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purelyfiction · 2 years

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Small Doses

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader | Part 2 |

Summary: Being top of your class comes with great opportunities and even better company, save for the obnoxious, devilishly handsome assholes who make you fall harder than you intended. Returning to North Island makes Knockout reunite with a ghost from her past, and forced to face the possibilities of the future.

Word Count: 7,032 words

Content Warning: This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own discretion. || HEY THERE’S SMUT DOWN THERE SO YOU BETTER BE 18!!! (protected piv, fingering, just really hot and reckless nonsense)

Author’s Note: heyyyyy we’re here again, who’s surprised? not me.....nope. anyways, i really loved the idea i had behind this one, and i can’t wait to get it rolling. a huge huge HUGE thank you goes to @callsignthirsty for making this as hot as it is - I couldn’t have done it without her, she’s incredible and a true MVP for Beta reading what kind of was a mess to start with. Thank you Rowdy!!!

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What’s the old saying? Love is the loneliest place, when you fall alone?

No truer words had been spoken.

Leaving boot camp in Nevada had felt like a death sentence. Simultaneously one of the best and worst days of your life. Best, because your career was just beginning, you were turning a new page. Worst, because you had to start all your friendships over again. You had to leave him.

Maybe that’s why you threw everything you had into your career. You ate, lived, and breathed the Navy. First to rise, last to fall. People joked that it was your only personality trait, and in a way that was true.

You had common hobbies, no wild interests, and very few friends outside of work. There was no point when you were changing bases every three years. The friends you made at work were enough to keep you content.

Or so you convinced yourself. With each wedding you’re invited to, every birthday party, you realized you don’t have the support system or community that others had. You had your grandfather, your aunt, and your cousin, but the loss of your dad had been hard for you. Especially fresh out of high school.

Aside from your extended family, you didn’t have many friends. That’s a lie. You had Jake. Sort of. He wasn’t a complete asshole to you despite the way the two of you parted. He would respond when you reached out and you’d reconnect maybe once or twice a year. Called on each other’s birthdays. That was about the extent of it.

You hated that you still kept in touch with him despite how cruel he’d been to you that last day. But it was hard to let him go. He popped into your mind way more frequently than you cared to admit, especially when you knew you didn’t need the distraction.

So, you focused your attention on your career, instead. You flew through ranks as fast as your jets, bending with the wind and turning with the tide.

You’d made it to TOPGUN and frankly - it was hell. It was everyone out for themselves, and begging to be the admiral’s pet. The time you spent in North Island had not been pleasant. You’d learnt a million lessons while you were there: including how hard it was to be lonely.

Upon your promotion five years out, you were back in San Diego; no longer Lieutenant, but Lieutenant Commander.

The promotion has you electrified; suddenly, being back at TOPGUN wasn’t so daunting.

Especially since you were teaching this time around.

You settled right into your spot and quickly became Cyclone’s right hand. He had confidence in your skills and it showed, since he basically gave you free reign with your lessons. It was encouraging, how he spoke with you. Many of your conversations were natural and free flowing and it made you feel less isolated. Like you weren’t stranded - a sharp comparison to your first time on North Island.

When pilots came up to Fightertown, they would nearly pull out of the program when they heard your callsign.

One of the recruits had stood from his chair, on his way out and you cleared your throat. “Man, no. No fucking way. I’m out.”

“Sailor,” you bit. “You weren’t dismissed.” He slunk back to his chair, pulling it away from the desk where he’d shoved it back to its place. Slow steps found you standing next to his table looking down at him. “What’s wrong…” you glanced at his badge. “Jones? You bolted out of here pretty quickly,” you asked as he avoided your gaze.

“I’ve just heard rumors.”

“Rumors about what?” You crossed your arms, still looking at him.

His eyes finally steel back up at you. “You, Lieutenant Commander. With a callsign like Knockout… people talk.”

A grin fills your face when you hear your callsign. There was one point during your training that you’d hated the name. It had originated from one of your squad members when you’d begun boot camp.

A whistle fills the air as you approach the registration table. “Damn, look at her.”

“What a knockout.”

That name got spun on its axis the minute you got to the training grounds, outperforming the other ensigns, and breaking records left and right. Soon enough, your friends were using it, your commanders were using it - and Knockout was born.

You smiled at him before turning back to the front and walking to the lectern. “Well… they’re true. This career isn’t easy, and neither am I. ‘Soon as you realize that-” you give a cocky smile before the class, “-you’re golden.”

You loved your job, there was never any doubt about that. Especially when you got the chance to shut down the sexists that come into the ranks. Showing off your skill set and training them in the air to become better pilots and better people was one of your favorite things in the world.

The location isn’t a negative thing either. For as much grief as it had given you - some of the hardest days of your career - North Island bettered you. The town was small and the people all knew each other pretty intimately. So, as you come off the beach and into the Hard Deck in your bathing suit, you wave at a few familiar faces.

“No shoes, no shirt-” Penny starts at the sight of you and you smile as she hands you the bag you’d dropped off before going on your run on the beach.

“No service. I know, I know.” You let a laugh pass your lips as you take the bag, and move to the bathroom to change. As you pass by, you hear a comment that was assuredly referencing you.

“Did you see that girl? Man, she was gorgeous. I bet you twenty bucks I can get her number by the time you finish your drink.” You roll your eyes as you enter the bathroom. You’re quick to change into the dress you’d brought, fixing your hair before exiting again and spotting the man who’d made the comment. He follows behind you as you approach the bar again, grabbing Pen’s attention as she takes your bag once again and tucks it away.

“Can I buy the lady a drink?” The asshole careens his head into your peripheral vision, making you look at him with an innocent smirk.

“Maybe. What are we drinking?” you question as you take in his features. He’s pretty broad, kind eyes, and scars littered across a rather handsome face - a bushy mustache on his upper lip. Paired with the Hawaiian shirt and aviators around his collar, you’re certain you’ve found another pilot.

“I was drinking Corona, but if you’ve got a better idea?” He tilts his head and you wave down the other bartender serving with Penny.

“Can we get two tequila shots? On his tab, please.” You smile and turn to look at the male who’s definitely grinning now. When the bartender returns with the shots, lime wedges, and a salt shaker, you slide one over to him before prepping your own. He turns to face you with the shot glass in his hand. You clink your glass quickly with his before licking the salt from your hand, downing the liquid, and chewing on the lime.

“Whoo.” The male makes a face but lets out a laugh. “Didn’t peg you as a tequila girl,” he offers and you shake your head.

“You don’t know anything about me,” you retort, tossing the lime rind into your empty glass.

“I don’t, do I? What’s your name, beautiful?” He grins, leaning into his hand that’s propped up on the bar.

“You first.” You smirk as Penny drops off a tequila soda for you, making the man in front of you laugh.

“Well, clearly Penny knows you,” he offers as he waves her back down. “Can I get something with tequila in it?” he asks quickly, and Penny nods before going to mix him a drink.

“You got it, Rooster.” She gives you a look that you return; both of you well aware of the game that you’re playing.

“Rooster, huh?” You smirk, taking a sip of your drink, playing with the straw floating in your beverage while you make eye contact with focused hazel eyes.

“Yeah, I’m a pilot in the Navy. It’s my callsign. My real name is Bradley,” Rooster explains, just as a drink slides his way.

“I think she knows that.” Penny approaches and you give her a kind smile. “She’s an LCDR for Fightertown, Bradshaw.” You sip innocently at your drink again as a look of surprise and embarrassment falls over Rooster’s face.

“Shit, I am…” he starts, but you wave him off with a laugh.

“Relax. I was having fun. Besides, I got a drink out of it.” You wink, turning rapidly only to crash into someone behind you - a curse leaving you as your drink goes plunging to the floor.

“You gotta be joking.” The voice makes your face light up. The body turns to look at you - the expression on your face is one of surprise and soon, so is theirs.

“Kody!” He’s shouting above the sound of the bar, hands going into the air before pulling you into a hug after you set your empty glass on the bar. You give him a quick hug.

“Seresin, as I live and breathe,” you jape as you come out of the hug. The voice in the back of your mind sounds an alarm, but you’re immediately hitting the snooze button. He was here right in front of you.

“That’s my line,” he chuckles as he points a finger at you. You laugh along with him before looking down at the ground where your drink is puddled. His khakis are absolutely soaked but somehow he seems unphased by this. This is why you didn’t wear your uniform to the bar. Hangman kicks an ice cube before waving down the bartender to let them know about the mishap. “What the hell are you doing here?” he questions, sipping at his drink.

“I’m stationed out here,” you supply with a shrug, smiling at Jake. “You know, flying and stations and all that. Been here for a while now.” The information makes his eyebrows raise.

“You’re back at TOPGUN?” There’s an inkling of surprise to his question and you nod. A moment later, you look toward Penny as she sets another drink on the bar and Jake scoots out of the way to make room for the employee who’s been sent to clean up the mess you’d made.

“Yeah, I got my choice of assignments so I decided to come back,” you offer, walking with him to the pool table, taking a seat at one of the hightops nearby. Hangman leans against the table as he watches the current group playing pool, nodding as Payback sinks a ball into the far pocket.

“You got a choice? We were all dragged here.” He waves his hand, motioning over to the group that’s gathered toward the back of the bar.

“Well, I mean that was months ago, so.” You shrug and take a sip of your drink again before the conversation is interrupted with a ring of the round bell, making you look at Penny to see the sorry sucker who had to pay.

Maverick’s round kickstarts a night that takes your mind back to boot camp. Music blasts through the bar, drinks slosh as everyone dances and sings along with the jukebox. You’ve been waiting for Hangman to return with your next round of drinks, anticipating him and searching in the crowd, only for his hand to appear from behind you as he hands you a drink. His lips graze your ear as he shifts the cup to your hand.

“Pen’s out of Patrón,” he states, making you look in your cup. There’s mint and a lime floating around and you look back at him. There’s a toothpick clenched in his teeth, a smirk on his lips.

“Is this a mule?” you ask and he snickers.

“Oh c’mon, a little vodka ain’t hurt nobody.” He keeps the coy expression, his hand coming to the bottom of the cup in your hand and slowly guiding it to your lips. You laugh and shake your head.

“Okay, okay I’m drinking.” You giggle as you take a swig. The music changes over to a pop song you’re not too familiar with, but it’s got a great vibe. As the beat picks up, the vocals coming in, you’re finding yourself back up with a sway of your hips.

This time when you run into Hangman, it’s intentional. His free hand grips your waist when you make contact as if to steady you, but when your shoulders move back until you’re leaned up against him, he seems to get the idea. You’ve given him plenty of time to step away, but from the tightening of his hand around you, it’s clear that he won’t be stopping you anytime soon. If anything, Hangman pulls you a little tighter against him, strong hand encouraging the rocking grind of your hips into his lap. His breath washes over your neck, lips a hairsbreadth from your ear so that they practically kiss your heated skin. “You’re just picking up where we left off, aren’t you baby.” You can hear the smirk on his face.

When you’d first met Jake, he’d been a lot less cocky. That came with the training and the attention you’d given him over the course of your time together in Nevada. Nearly every waking hour that you weren’t in training or in jobs you’d spent with one another. You’d sneak away wherever you could get into — hall closets, cars, behind buildings, both of your dorms. The two of you had learnt how to keep quiet. He’d learnt where to suck his hickies into your skin without getting you reprimanded by your commanding officers and you made sure to keep your nail marks where no one could see them.

“Of course,” you said, arching your back so that your ass ground deliciously against the front of his khakis. Truthfully, you’d never wanted to leave that spot to begin with. “Where else would we pick up?”

Was it selfish of you to want another night with him? Maybe. But it was definitely stupid; especially after he’d nearly shattered your heart when you’d graduated.

After sweating your ass off standing in the blistering heat for nearly an hour, you’d almost cried when your grandfather grabbed your bicep. You’d hugged him tightly, grabbing onto Penelope who was nearby. You’d not seen or spoken to them in weeks, and they were the only real family you had. Despite the excitement of being reunited, you wanted to find Jake. You wanted to congratulate him - you wanted to say what had been on your mind the last three nights.

Packing up left you with a lot of reminiscing, a lot of time in your head. A lot of replaying lingering touches, careful advances, nights spent together drinking among other things. You were in love with Ensign Jake Seresin and you needed to tell him, before it was too late.

You’d found him in the crowd, happily grabbing his arm as he spoke with his own family. The glare that he shot you was unexpected.

“What? I’m leaving in like five minutes.” The man who’d opened up to you all those nights seemingly had vanished the minute his father was around.

“I just… what the hell, Jake?” You mumble, looking at him.

“What the hell to you. Can’t you see I’m busy?” His dad is grabbing his shoulder and pulling him away from you, leaving you in a sea of white, tears forming in your eyes.

It was like the last 10 weeks had just vanished. There was no Jake there. “Some wingman you are!” you shout in his direction. All you got was the back of his head.

“You make it sound like we’ve got some unfinished business,” the sound of Hangman’s groans brings you back to the bar as he tosses his neck back and finishes his beer. Beer-slick lips press to the delicate skin beneath your ear and you’re anchored back in the present. You follow his lead and try to finish your drink in one gulp, but some of the liquid escapes your lips, trailing down from the corner of your lips and down to your collarbone.

“Slow down, tiger,” Jake growls upon witnessing the alcohol trickling across your skin. “You’ll choke.”

Your stomach flips at the comment, your teeth latching on to your bottom lip to hold in a whine. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time - the words nearly leave your mouth, but you’re not sure you’re willing to admit that to the whole of the bar. You’re taking his cup from his hand, and peeling away from him to dispose of the cups, carelessly tossing them toward Penny behind the bar. When you return, you’re pressing yourself against him, chests both rapidly moving with one another.

One of your hands rests over the top of his as it slides back into place on your hip and rubs circles into your side, your other hand trailing up his firm chest to the sharp line of his jaw, cradling his face into the crook of your neck where he’s decided to hide. He’s just as affected by whatever this is as you are. You can feel it against your hip.

“I can slow down.” As if to drive your point home, your hips roll slow circles against his. You feel a groan leave him, his chest vibrating yours.

“Damn right you can.”

“But you don’t like slow,” you remind him. “You’d rather race to the finish line, all too eager for the reward.”

He nips at your neck which has you throwing your head back. Hangman huffs something into your neck, finally lapping at the beer drying there. “Better be careful there, sweetheart,” he bites and when he reappears from his hiding spot against your skin, his eyes are dark. “That mouth’s gonna get you into trouble.”

“And what if I want it to?” Your eyes are heavy and half-lidded. “We do have some business to take care of, Lieutenant.”

“Christ.” His head reels back, and the way that he says it almost sounds like a whine. “Let’s get outta here.”

“What?” you tease. “You don’t want to hang out here a little longer? I heard Maverick still owes another round,” you tag on as he’s grabbing at your waist, pulling you near.

“I don’t think that Penny’d appreciate it if I fucked you right on the bar in front of all these nice people,” Hangman growls directly into your ear and your jaw slacks at the imagery. “Now, march.”

You’re not going to wait for him to tell you again, so you grab his hand and drag him through the crowd. Penny will make sure that your stuff makes it home, you have arguably more important things to think about.

Hangman is all over you when you get to your front porch. His hands are on your waist, lips attached to yours and doing his damnedest to distract you from getting this damn key into the lock. With the door finally open, he’s following right behind you, not pulling away from you as you stumble over the threshold. You turn, attempting to close the door, but the door’s hard to reach through the wall of pilot driving you further into the house. Eventually, your heel drives the door shut, and a thud comes from behind you that makes the whole house shake.

Jake’s hands are on your hips, pushing you to the nearest wall, bunching the fabric in his big hands. Even after the years you’ve spent apart, there’s so much familiarity in his kiss, and his touch seems to burn through the cotton of your dress, your skin hot and clammy under his hands.

One of his hands vacates the spot on your waist with a final squeeze, instead grabbing both of your wrists in the breadth of his freehand, tugging them so that they’re pressed into the wall above you, secured by his strong grip. His other hand is picking at the hem of your dress, freeing it from your sweat-slick skin.

There’s not an ounce of regret in your body. How could there be when his hand is trailing up your thigh? Not a single word is spoken, the only sound in the house comes from sloppy kisses, the air filled with the smell of the ocean breeze, sweat, tequila, and Tito’s.

Hangman’s hand runs over your skin, massaging at your thigh. He continues to trail greedy fingers dangerously close to your panties, each pass leaves you pulling from his lips, best you can. “We should probably go to my room,” you gasp, voice barely above a whisper as you try not to ruin the moment. If he stops touching you, you’re convinced you might die.

“Oh c’mon, your windows aren’t that big,” he snickers, before he’s latching back onto your neck. A shift of your hips as you attempt to step away signals that you’re moving, with or without him.

Jake groans as he steps back, letting your arms fall but interlaces his fingers with yours as you lead him to your room down the hall. Once there, you hurriedly shut and lock the door before turning back to him. Jake’s already pulling his shirt from the confines of his pants, impatiently undoing buttons. You’re quick to assist, and soon you’re easing the fabric off his shoulders.

Jake’s got his undershirt off in a matter of seconds, hands reaching forward and grabbing at your waist as he kicks off his shoes. He’s guiding you to the foot of your bed, recklessly letting you fall back to the mattress.

“You’re just as stunning as you were then,” he whispers, crawling so that he’s hovering over you, an intense gaze of jade eyes meeting your own. You’re smothering the compliment before its spark can light a fire somewhere deep in you, sweeping it to the back of your mind so that you can relish in each wet kiss that brands your collarbone instead.

Burn me once, shame on you, burn me twice…

A light bite to your skin pulls you back to your room, hearing Jake’s low voice. “Where’s that pretty little head of yours?” he chides, making you look down at him.

“Thinking about how I’m still clothed,” you answer him, a taunting smile before a smirk of his own mirrors yours as his hands push up the fabric of your skirt. Fingers slide along your skin to hook beneath the waist of your panties and expertly shimmy the flimsy fabric from your hips, down your thighs and onto the floor.

“I dunno, I’d really like to see what this pretty sundress of yours looks like all bunched up at your waist while I’m balls deep in your pretty pussy,” he rasps as his hand trails nonsensical patterns along your thighs, drinking in every inch of you he can get his eyes on.

“Why don’t you find out?” You quip, and if your ass was in the air, you would’ve shaken it to entice him into doing something, but as it is he takes what you say as an invitation. Calloused hands skim along the inside of your thighs before talented fingers glide between your folds, spreading your slick without dipping into your heat as he keeps an intense gaze on your pleasure-slack lips. Your hips are moving of their own accord, squirming to try and get his fingers where you need them most, but he avoids your clit too regularly to be unintentional.

Jake’s lip curls up in a smug imitation of a smile when you whine. “You’re absolutely soaked.” His touch finally lands on your clit, applying enough pressure to make you suck in a breath, your eyes fluttering closed. “All this for me?”

“Yes,” you groan, rolling your hips into his hand for more of the sweet stimulation.

“You got no shame, do you darlin’?” Jake chuckles at your needy display, the throaty reverberations raising goosebumps on your skin where his lips pepper kisses. “Bet you saw me and just knew you needed my cock again, huh?” A finger buries itself in your heat, a slick, effortless glide up to his knuckle that has a moan slipping from your kiss-stung lips.

“Yeah,” you sigh, breath hitching as Jake curls his finger against the front wall of your cunt. “I missed you, fuck I missed you.” He’s seemingly content with the whine that leaves you as he slides a second finger into your heat and begins a torturously slow pace, stretching you out as his thumb draws lazy circles into your clit. Each press and swirl of those fingers drawing another soft whimper from you and fueling his ego.

“Oh yeah, princess. You need it bad, don’t you?” And you’d have liked to punch that arrogant sneer off his lips if he didn’t look so fucking hot propped over you, muscles in his shoulders shifting in your lamp’s soft light as he held himself over you and worked his fingers in and out of your soaked folds. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he began, licking a stripe up your neck and catching the corner of your jaw between his pearly teeth, “You been with anyone else since me?”

“Fuck you,” you bite back, because it’s been almost a decade since he saw you last. You weren’t a nun.

“Kitty’s got claws,” he teases as he squeezes a third finger into you. “Bet they haven’t been as good as me,” he muses. “No, you’re way too needy for that. They haven’t been satisfying you out here.” And you could die because he isn’t wrong and you hate that he’s seen straight through you not three hours since you’ve met back up. “Tell me, princess. After they leave, am I the one you think of to get yourself off?” Your hopeless moan is, mortifyingly, answer enough.

“Fuck, that’s hot, Knockout,” he groans into your ear as his fingers leave your cunt clenching around nothing. He draws his hand up to his mouth, lips wrapping around them as he pulls them from the heat of his mouth that you so badly wished was elsewhere right now.

“It’s like riding a bike, ain’t it babydoll?” A wicked grin splits his face and you let out an exhausted sigh at his arrogance.

“Would you shut the fuck up?” You bite as you slide a finger under the chain around his neck, looping the metal around the digit and pulling him down to you, your lips crash together. You can taste yourself lingering on his lips as your fingers continue to play with his necklace, the tags clinking against one another as you mess with them. Your own dog tags sat on your dresser not even five feet away. That was one of the few things you shared with him. That and whatever the hell this was.

Jake’s hands move to settle flat against the bed by your shoulders, caging you in as you steal his breath, hungry lips slotting together as his hips meet yours in a needy roll. The rough fabric of his slacks irritates your skin as he grinds into you, feeling the strain of his cock through the material. “Take your fucking pants off,” you growl, reaching toward his belt - in a flash, he’s on his knees grabbing your wrists again and throwing your entire body into a spin so your face is flat to the mattress. Hands roughly grabbing at your hips and pulling them up to keep your ass propped in the air.

“Last I checked, I was in charge, sweetheart.” You're reminded of how much larger he is than you when his hand easily grabs both of your wrists, crossing them behind your back and pulling ever so gently so that your shoulder blades are stretching the slightest bit. A whine leaves you and you can feel his presence grow closer until his hips are locked to yours again, leaning down to growl in your ear. “You don’t move. Understood?”

“I understand.” You confirm, only before his other hand is gripping your hair and tilting your head enough to look back at him.

“Wanna try that again?” He questions you with a dry coarseness to his voice, as though he’d not had a sip of water in days.

“Yes, sir.” You correct yourself, the statement somewhat foreign on your tongue. It had been a minute since you’d spoken it, in this context at least. With him.

Jake is upright again, pulling your body back to meet with his cock as it drags along the crease of your ass. The metal of his belt buckle sends a cool chill up your spine, a stark contrast to the heat pouring off of Jake’s body. His spare hand has left your head, and now is running carefully over your backside, slowing to a halt as he grabs a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a good look. “God, look at this. This is mine, isn’t it baby?”

“If it’s yours, why don’t you come and get it?” You retort, keeping a careful eye on him, only to see his jaw clench.

“So you wanna be smart about this, huh?” His grip tightens, his free hand returning to the back of your head and you’re nearly positive your wrists will be sore - possibly even bruised. He jolts your head to force you to make eye contact with him - the green of his irises long gone, lust dominating them. Jake lets your hair slip through grasp, hands dropping to meet the clasp of his belt, hastily undoing the latch and sliding the leather from the belt loops.

“I am smart, Hangman,” You can’t stop the way your lip ticks up or the mischievous spark lighting in your eye as you glance back at him. The brief glance you get is the sight of a foil packet between his teeth, furrowed brow included as you continue to taunt him: “I’m very smart.”

"And I—" you feel the blunt tip of him nudging at your slick entrance before he's pushing in. You let out a high pitched keen at the delicious friction as he slides home. "—am too good to be true.” His hand slides up your lower back, gripping your hip as he bottoms out, a quiet gasp leaves you.

“Not so smart now, are we, Knockout?”

“Hangman,” you seethe, scraping together every last bit of willpower you have. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to G-Ahh!”

“Relax,” Hangman chides, hips retreating before they shift forward once more, “we’re just getting to the good part.”

A chill runs through you as his movement begins into a rhythm, one hand holding onto your wrists with what feels like all of his strength, the other keeping your hips still as his own collide with yours in each thrust.

“Good as you remember it, Kody?” Hangman asks, jerking your arms back so your chest lifts off the mattress for a second. He grinds against your sweet spot and you couldn’t stop the moan, even if you’d wanted to. “No, wait.. It’s better, ain’t it?”

Despite the ball of tension building in your stomach as his body rocks into yours, the response slips off your tongue, well knowing what the context would do. “I don’t know, I think Rooster might’ve been better if I’d given him a shot.”

He goes completely still the moment the words register, and for one terrifying moment, you think he's going to stop. But the words fuel something primal within him. The next rut of his hips into yours pushes you further up the bed, and he's somehow managed to push deeper into you, brushing against spots that haven't seen action in years. The hand around your wrists tugs until you're on your knees, leaning back against him as his other hand circles your neck and applies light, intoxicating pressure.. “Get that son of a bitch’s name out of your fucking mouth.” His teeth are sharp against the lobe of your ear. “Who’s cock is in you, Knockout?”

“Yours.” His grip on your throat tightens, ever so slightly. “Yours, sir.”

“That’s right, babydoll.” Warm lips hover over the skin under your ear. The next snap of his hips has you choking on a moan. "Only name I wanna hear you screaming tonight is mine." The statement is engulfed by the flames raging in your stomach.

“That all you know how to say now?” Jake asks with a breathy chuckle. “Yes, sir?” He groans at the sob that wracks your body, pussy clenching around him hot and tight. Your body desperately sucks in a breath, barely able to get any in with the grip of his hand still around your throat. “Look at you, gaggin’ for it. You’re such a needy little thing, baby.”

You throw your head back against his shoulder, embarrassingly close to the edge and lost to the push and pull of his cock against your sensitive walls. How had you survived without this for so long? Had the others really been that bad?

This thought, like all the others, is fucked from your mind with the next sinful roll of Jake’s hips. “Guess some things never change, Kody. All it takes to shut you up is my cock.” You whimper, nodding as you try to rock your hips to match his pace. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” Your eyes shut as you feel the hot breath of his pants on your skin, in a steady rhythm with each thrust up into you. “I think you are, I can feel it,” the words are broken up by tempoed pants, until his hands are back to your waist, “I wanna watch. Put on a show for me.”

A whine leaves you when he’s pulling out of you, but in short time, he’s rolling you onto your back again. You’re expecting him to slide into you again, but instead, arms come under thighs and pull you up from the mattress. In no more than five steps, he’s found a spot against the wall, dropping you up against it. With your back flush to the cool of the drywall, Jake’s filling you up again, arms flexing as he holds you up, keeping you above the ground as hips grind into yours. Each thrust is purposeful and harder than the last, the vibration of his movements echoing through the room, making furniture shift in time with his hips. Your head falls back to meet the wall as your core engages with each rut.

Jake carefully moves his hand to adjust your leg out, aiming to get even deeper, but with the change in position, your foot makes contact with a nearby lamp, sending it careening to the floor, glass crushing upon impact. “You asshole-“

“Worry about it later,” he snarls, lips quickly capturing yours as his rhythm starts to falter. Each snap up makes your entire body bounce upward, your stomach beginning to tense.

“Jay-Jake,” you’re pulling from his lips, desperate to get air as you grow closer to your climax.

“I know, sweetheart, I’ll get you there, I’ll get you, cmon.” His statement isn’t even coherent at this point as your body reaches the threshold, your blood rushing through you as your legs shake under him, cries reverberating through the room with each grunt from the blonde under you. “Fuck, look at you, did I do that? I did that, didn’t I baby?” His breathing hitches, strokes becoming shorter as he matches your timing to draw your high out. An elongated groan pairs with the slight shake that runs through him, his forehead coming to your shoulder to come down from the high.

“You broke my lamp,” you mutter.

Jake just clicks his tongue. “It was your leg,” he responds, hands carefully grabbing under you, navigating around the broken glass to find refuge in your bed, away from the dangers on the hardwood below.

“You broke it.”

“Are we still on this? You know I should be hearing ‘wow, Jake. That was incredible, thank you for making me cum’.” He pulls your sheets back and carefully drops you onto your bed, your head plopping onto your pillow before he falls to your side. Both of you are still somewhat dressed, energy spent.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you retort with a smirk, looking at him as his eyebrows furrow.

“For someone who just got fucked you’re giving me a lot of back talk.” He’s pulling his slacks all the way off now, having been tugged down just enough to get the job done. You sit up carefully to pull your dress completely off. A yawn escapes you as you’re attempting to release the clasp of your bra, feeling hands coming to the spot at the middle of your back, worn fingertips carefully undoing it.

“You’ve been waiting to do that, haven’t you?” You look down at him, seeing a grin fill his face as the garment comes off and to the floor.

“Eh, the show I got might’ve been better.” Jake responds as his hand grabs at your sheets and covers the both of you.

“Since when is Hangman not a boob man?” you question as you settle into the sheets, looking him in the eye.

“Now, wait a minute, I never said that-“

“Go to bed, Jake.” You grin, rolling away from him, reaching and flicking off the light switch to the lamp in a pile on the floor.

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Knock knock

You shoot up in your bed, his arm is lazily draped over your waist, making it fall as you sit up. When your brain registers, you’re quickly turning to a stirring Jake, your hand slapping over his mouth.

“Kody? You awake yet?” Penny’s voice comes from the other side of the wood door, leaving you to clear your throat.

“Yeah, I’m up.” You stifle back a yawn as Jake tries to get your attention. Using your free hand you slap his arm keeping him quiet.

“I need you to run and grab Amelia from Karen’s house, I have to get some cleaning done at the bar, things got a bit out of hand last night,” she explains and you nod.

“Sure, I can do that. That’s Karen M or Karen T?” you ask for clarification, slowly looking to the male in your bed, who’s just dying to get a word in.

“T. You know, the one on Silvershore?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s like ten minutes from here. Let me hop in the shower and I’ll run over.”

“Sounds good, thanks Kody.” Penny’s voice begins to fade as she walks away, leaving you to pull your hand from Jake’s jaw.

“Don’t mention it!” You’re looking over the state of your room, Hangman’s clothes are strewn about, glass all over the floor.

“Was that who I think it was?” Finally the pilot speaks beside you as you start to climb from your bed from the safest exit point.

“Penny? Yeah,” you answer, grabbing all of his clothes off the floor.

“You live with Penny Benjamin?” he questions, making you look at him with a sharp glare, hands pushing his clothes into his arms.

“Hey genius, my last name is also Benjamin,” you remind him as you grab your robe from a nearby chair. “She’s my aunt. I could’ve sworn you knew this,” you jab in his direction as he shrugs his shirt back on.

“Maybe I did, it probably got shoved- shit!” At the curse you look over and witness him examining one of the seams from his khaki trousers. “I broke the seam, damn it this is the only pair I was issued.” He groans, moving to stand up from the bed.

“Well maybe you should’ve thought about that before fucking me in them,” you scold, moving and undoing the latch on your window.

“What are you doing?” he asks, stepping into his pants, fastening the top as you slide the pane open.

“Preparing your exit - now hurry up?” You fan a hand in the air, trying to get him to move faster.

“Knockout, I am not climbing out of your window.”

“You don’t have much of a choice,” you sneer as he finishes buttoning up his shirt. With shoes back on his feet and ensuring he’s got the rest of his belongings, he points to what remains of the lamp.

“It was an ugly lamp anyways.” Jake shrugs, making you look at him with a slacked jaw.

“It’s Tiffany! Well-“ looking back at it, you correct yourself, “-it was. God, Pen’s gonna kill me,” you mumble with your hand over your mouth as you take a deeper look at the damage. There’s no salvaging it, that’s for sure.

“She named her lamp?” The idiotic question makes you turn to look at the man, one leg out the window, his hand gripping the top of it to keep him from falling.

“You don’t know- I don’t have time for this. Go.” You shoo him with your hands as though he was a loitering bird, making him snicker.

“I’ll call you?” Your attention was facing the door when he says it, making you look at him as he drops to the ground outside - thank God you’re on the main floor.

“What was that?” you ask again, just to make sure your ears weren’t playing tricks on you.

“I said I’ll call you,” Jake repeats before a hand rakes through his hair in an effort to tame any bed head.

There’s that stupid spark again that you have to stomp under your boot.

“Yeah. Get out of here, Hangman.” You give a falsified smile to him, watching as he starts down the path.

“Until next time, Knockout.” With a trademark wink, he rounds the corner of the house, leaving you to wonder if you’d made a mistake.

One time wouldn’t hurt - right?

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hellbubu · 9 days

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If you don't like what I post, filter tags and block me. I'm not gonna argue with anyone.

You (often) can tell that the character design is good when you can tell the characters apart based on silhouette alone.

I fondly remember my school days, back when I was tied up /s Anyway, 10/10 on the visual

I need a man like this, someone help me find him

The trick is tired if doing your work for you...

Y'all, Erwin is too interested in CIel... please don't let my bby boy get dragged into the Survey Corps, he won't survive😭😭😭

idc what the P4 are talking about, I want to drink whatever Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way is making.

At least someone is suspicious.

Clayton, baby, you're supposed to be in the smart house, don't you find it a bit suspicious???? He made the dining room look brand new. I doubt someone could do that so quickly, even if it were their "hobby"

Thanks for being a snitch, Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.

Oh, the moment someone else shows interest you become suspicious?? Are you jealous Ebony wants Ciel at his haunted house-looking dorm? Settle it like real nobility, through a duel.

*chanting* Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Also:

They really do all want him.

Man really is Erwin.

Maybe, just maybe, you should keep your mouth shut bb. Also, I thought you were from England, not fucking Alabama.

Heather doesn't care that people died.

No need to do my poor boy like that, he isn't ugly. At least he studies, unlike you, Regina.

idk his name, but I can see why Heather keeps him around.

So the whole school has a crush on him? Understandable.

I see the sebaciel shippers keep being fed

This is some Mean Girls type shit.

He ate the leaves too????? Did he not watch Solar's latest strawberry mukbang???

Take the tops off and eat, Ciel!!!!!

Lil Mr Hypocrite

I love Sebastian

He looks like Claude...

I know you're a demon, but chill. jfc

My boy is here!!!!!!!

#mj's dumbassercy #black butler #kuroshitsuji #o!ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #edgar redmond #sebaciel #bubu watches: bb public school arc #ciel phantomhive #soma asman kadar #maurice cole #p4

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graywrites5567 · 1 year

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Detective Trio (Poe x Ranpo x PM (neutral) reader)

since season 4 is out and I’ve already binged it all hehe I thought some cute fluff of a little mystery gang. Also just saying Ranpo has been one of my favorites from the beginning so seeing his backstory made me so happy. Might add a part two if asked… Anyways here you go filthy animals!!!!

You messaged the groupchat, “Hey fellas! A new bookstore opened up in town and they have a cafe! Please come with me I don’t want to go alone ☺️” with a small grin on your face, you pressed send.

The phone immediately dinged as you just closed it, looking at message Ranpo was the first to respond, “Do they have sweets? If so I’m down fr” a little giggle. All that boy ever cared about was food. Poe’s response was very blend, “I wouldn’t mind going.” Typing out a reply to Ranpo’s question to make sure he won’t skip.

“I believe they do, Ranpo. But if we are all down to go I’m available tomorrow evening.” Pressing send and placing my phone on my work desk trying to finish my latest case. Seeing as all of my mystery buddies are from different organizations some would believe it was awkward but it wasn’t, we never brought up work only books and Poe would show his new project. It felt so refreshing to have friends that share a liking with my hobbies.

You grab your bag with files and got ready to leave. As you were leaving the warehouse, you decided to check the chat,

5 new messages

P - “Evening, like what time evening because I don’t want to be too early?

R - “No need to stress Poe, actually bigger question how can I get there? I hate buses and trains they’re to complicated!”

P - “I don’t have a car but maybe Ranpo we could meet up and go together via Taxi”

R - “Yeah but we could just force (Y/N) to take us because they have a car and then we wouldn’t have to pay!!”

P - “mm I guess we could ask but from the lack of replies they probably are finishing work.”

“Wow these moochers” you whispered under your breath giggling as you’re walking down the corridor to leave. “Ahem Mx. (Y/N) what’s the giggle about?” The man spoke but you didn’t want to look up and see his face. “Hello boss… nothing just a few personal thoughts…” looking at Mori’s shoes trying not to break underneath the stare he has. “Hm that’s nice. Did you finish the case I’ve assigned you?” You nodded at the boss’s question trying to finish this interaction as soon as possible. “Ah thank you I’ll take the files now then, also take tomorrow off if you already finished..” You finally made eye contact with the man and reached into your bag taking out the file. Handing it to him with a question, “Are you sure you don’t need anything tomorrow?” It wasn’t that you like working it was that you needed the money. He nodded his head and walked off, you should have known not to question his judgment. You just walked out to your car not wanting to look stupid.

Finally in your car, you felt safe enough to answer the messages.

“Okay moochers I’ll give you two a ride, I’ll pick you up at the ADA if that’s fine with you Ranpo.” Pressing send and putting the phone in a car holder to speed out the parking lot.

3 new messages

P - “I am not a moocher! It wasn’t my idea to force you to drive, I asked nicely”

R - “ Yeah I’m fine with being picked up from the ADA as long as we don’t have to PAY 😈”

P - “Thank you very much

(Y/N)”

Being home was such a nice atmosphere, the feeling you get from coming home after working with a deadly mafia that constantly overworks and threatens you is a different type of relief. You planned on checking your phone after making dinner, showering, and getting ready for bed. But that didn’t work after you kept hearing it go off in your bedroom. Walking over and seeing new 6 messages from the chat.

R- “Wait I FORGOT I DON’T HAVE MONEY”

R- “POE pleaseeeee pleaseeeee pay for me I’ll pay you back”

P- “The other day you were bragging about having enough money for snacks”

R- “EXACTLY I SPENT IT ALL ON SNACKS”

R- “IT WAS A GOOD CHOICE I HAVE NO REGRETS!”

R- “POE I KNOW YOU ARE READING MY MESSAGES!!! ANSWER ME!”

Goodness these two boys could never get enough of their own little games. You made sure to put extra money in your wallet before going to bed for the night. Deciding what time to set your alarm and finally hitting dream land.

One new message

P- “Last time you said you would pay me back, it took 5 months just to convince you to pay me back” (sent 3am)

* The next morning *

Finally ready, you looked in your full body mirror to check your outfit. Grabbing your keys and heading out the door. Opening your sliver SUV driver door ready to head off for your trip. Starting the car, reading your mental list of everything you have to make sure you didn’t forgot anything.

Outside the ADA office honking your horn to tell Ranpo you’re here about 5 minutes early. Ranpo walked to the window looking at the window waving seeing you wave back. With a loud giggle from the shorter boy he says,”Come on Poe, they’re here” before the boys can leave, Dazai looks out the window seeing you hanging out your driver window. Dazai makes an ahem to catch Ranpo’s attention, “Ranpo what are you doing with a detective from the Port Mafia?” Dazai’s glare was sweet but laced with questionable intentions. “Oh (Y/N) I don’t see a problem with their occupation. I’m the world’s greatest detective I would be able to see if they had bad goals. So (Y/N), Poe, and me are going on a trip.” Ranpo set things straight and walks out with Poe. “Let’s not tell (Y/N) about what Dazai said. My friends care about me so they have the right to ask questions, but (Y/N) shouldn’t feel as if their job affects our friendship…” Ranpo tells Poe before walking out the building to your car.

Connecting your music to the car radio and waiting for the boys to figure out seating arrangements. Ended up in a fight and you had to pick. Ranpo in the backseat in the middle which left Poe the passenger seat. “OH Come on (Y/N) again with (fav artist) don’t you have any better taste!!!” Ranpo whined as if he didn’t compliment your music a few days ago when you sent him a song. “I think this music is quite good..” Ranpo said quietly. “WOW don’t be a suck up POE BE YOUR OWN MAN!!” Ranpo said with a grin and you couldn’t help howling with laughter.

Pulling into the parking lot of the library, which to our pleasure was mostly empty. You and Poe share a dislike for public eyes to stare. Turning off the car and hoping of the car with the boys, putting your keys into your pocket, “What genre of book are we getting first?” You say thinking really hard. “I want to look into the mystery of course” Poe said walking behind the car to be beside us. Ranpo made a face then spoke, “Maybe thriller I don’t know first I’m checking the menu” with a laugh you three walked in.

#ranpo x reader #ranpo fluff #ranpo x poe #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd season 4 #bsd anime #ranpo x you

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spiri-a · 6 months

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[Podfic] The Selkie and his Boy

A Carry On podfic by @hushed-chorus for the @caught-on-tape-fest

Every year the Grimms spend a week vacationing by the seaside. One solstice morning, a 14-year-old Baz meets a strange but gorgeous boy called Simon. By the end of the day, he's hopelessly besotted. But Simon doesn't come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that. Baz is left pining and dealing with a local seal that suddenly won't leave him alone. Now, exactly seven years later, Simon reappears and the two reconnect. And Baz learns that he's not the only one keeping secrets when Simon's sealskin goes missing.

Rated T / 2 hr 7 mins or 127 mins / 21,864 words

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My 3rd and final (and very close to the wire) podfic for the Caught On Tape Carry On Podfest! This is The Selkie and his Boy by hushed_chorus! This one's once more for Teen and Up Audiences, with each chapter around 20 mins long! Highly recommend if you want a beautifully sweet and heart-wrenchingly romantic beachside story!

My first time reading this fic was looking through the podfest catalog, and I just absolutely fell in love. I knew I had to do this one. The writing is just so good, and hushed_chorus does amazing things with their beachside setting, charming characters, and heartfelt storyline! All the sfx, including the various beach and cafe and underwater ambiances, were laborious but very much worth it!

Half proud of the cover! I was hoping to do something with both the boys in there, but in the end the seal underneath the starscape was much more within my abilities! I loved the little thing Simon has with stars, even though it's not very present in the story, so I tried to write the title in a constellation-style font! Not sure how well that turned out though!

Anyways okay okay that means I am officially done with the Caught On Tape Carry On Podfest! But despite that, I will never forget it. This podfest was the first time I've EVER posted Carry On related content, despite being in the fandom for over 2 years. I'm not big on writing (despite my best efforts) and I'm only kind of an artist, so I never felt I had anything to post. This podfest proved me wrong! It introduced me to the wonderful world of podficcing, which although I can't say for sure, I predict will be a frequent hobby of mine moving forward! Interacting with fellow Carry On fans in this fest, supporting them and (to my shock) being supported by them, has been a dream come true, and something lurker me would have fainted at! (I still need a second to recover from shock every single time I get an Ao3 notif) Anyways oops this has gone on WAY too long (I’m getting too sentimental since this is my last podfic 😭) basically the point is THANK YOU SO MUCH MODS DRE, KATI, AND JESS! This was such a wonderful ride and you guys are literally the most amazing people ever! Now without further ado please enjoy The Selkie and his Boy by hushed_chorus!

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platinumrosetail · 3 months

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Thanks for replying! I always read ur rules <33

I cant tell if this is okay, so please feel free to reject my request

Would you be okay with doing a Runaan x Ethari x Male elf reader?

Preferably one where reader has bad mental health. (Maybe headcanons but if you don’t do that, it’s fine <3)

I think this is doable, and yes I do mostly do headcanons as it’s easier for me and faster to do, and thank you for reading my rules 😁 also I’ll try to leave the mental health choice to y’all as the requester didn’t seem to mention what type of mental health the reader has so I won’t mention any of it but imply it if that makes sense 😅.

Warning: noob author, male reader, reader having bad mental health, and others

Characters: runaan, and ethari.

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You are the husband of runaan and ethari, you mostly stay at home with ethari as he works on his weapons, you clean the house and cooked dinner unless one of them decided to do that so you can have a break.

(Sorry couldn’t think of a job that the reader could do set in the time period the show is in for this 😅)

You were fine with staying at home and doing the chores as it helps relax you from your bad mental health.

Runaan and ethari make sure that you don’t have any problems while they’re away doing their jobs as they don’t want you getting hurt by something or someone or even yourself.

They make sure you also take and medicine if you have to as they want to make sure you’re feeling alright and not feeling sick if your mental health makes you sick.

You appreciate their help as it’s nice to know that you’re not doing this alone and by yourself.

The three of you all do hobbies to keep your mind off of some dark things if you’re mental health goes down that road.

The two love you and would do anything for you to make sure you’re safe and healthy as you can be what with your mental health.

(A/n: hope y’all like it! I hope I did ok on making sure to leave the mental health up to y’all choice. Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!)

#anime #anime x reader #various x reader #x reader stories #the dragon prince x reader #the dragon prince #ethari x runaan #runaan x ethari #runaan x reader #ethari x reader #x male y/n #male x male reader #anime x male reader #male x reader #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader

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heart-shaped-horns · 30 days

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THE UNIVERSE IS YOUR STAGE- PERFORM! AND DONT WORRY, WE’RE ALL HERE FOR THE SHOW. 🐩🪭💋🍒💄🍎♥️

PATIENT ZERO: PECAN

*bubble gum pops* HELLO AGAIN tumblr nation…it’s your favorite truckstop whore in the flesh.. nyeah………ANYWAYS. For those who haven’t come to know me my names pecan and I run a church (my blog) where we smoke newports and attend sermons (whatever bullshit posts I have to give) PLEASE! Make yourselves at home- the body of Christ is a gift that keeps on giving.

Specimen Info:

-My name is pecan, and I also sometimes go as pecanpie. Other aliases include: Cherry Ferry Fantasia. Choose wisely how you refer to me- or don’t, I don’t even exist!

-I’m 19 and female, you can use whatever pronouns when referring to me, but I usually go by she/her 🪭🪭🪭

-ADHD

-aroace, with a hint of bisexuality.

-My hobbies include: drawing, writing (though I rarely ever do finish my pieces let alone publish them) collecting worthless garbage, listening to music and blowing my eardrums out, being an eternal pain in the ass to deal with, thrifting, sitting on porches, smoking winstons, masquerading as a sane individual, dressing up, and trying out new things because I am an avid dopamine chaser. woohoo!

Things I like: Pretentious media, throwing pitchforks at rich priests, consumerism, otome games, douma, buddhism, echo rose, religious studies, args, reaching divinity, shitty manga, maximalism in every sense, bedazzled stuff, money, getting tacky nails, the roaring 20’s, 1950’s femme fashion, old era aesthetics, boutique shops, leopard print, grandma couches, pathetic wet sop characters and a lot more.

-I have two cats, Mochi and Waffles. The bloodline ends with yours truly.

Fandoms I’m currently active in; Obey Me! Shall We Date, Demon Slayer, and Stephanie Lawson Stevens. I may consider writing for the first two, but I won’t set that in stone yet.

Movies I like: Pink Flamingos, No Country For Old Men, Helter Skelter, Pulp Fiction, All the Boys Love Mandy Lane, Girl Interrupted, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders, Spun, Gummo, Last Night in Soho, Fruit of Wonder, Elephant (2003) - will be updated the more I get my hands on anything new that tickles my fancy.

My taste in music: I’m pretty versatile when it comes to what I prefer, so it could range from bimbo-pop to classical music. Anything that sounds good to me I like. I mostly listen to 50’s housewife songs and lady Gaga, though.

-I’m a big fan of indie art and surrealism. Filmmaking as well. Shaye Saint John and Mouchette.org are a few of my favorites.

-I like mortuary work and autopsies. I hold the death industry in high regards- not everyone is willing to work with corpses.

-huge GIGANTIC douma fan. anything and everything douma related I will not hesitate to engage with, he’s my little guy.

- heart sunglasses ambassador (this is my trademark) ❤️

-Polka dot prints and faux fur are resounding yesses.

-You know Florence? (If you get the reference.)

-I think vintage pill cases are lovely.💋

-I have the response time of a limp dick. I either respond in less than a second or only after 3 business months.

-I’ve been working on my new oc line on and off for a few months now, called FEAR & LOATHING in JERUSALEM. artblock is a massive bitch, but stuff is in progress.

Anyways if you’re a terrible human being feel free to block me, you are not welcome onto my blog thank you very much xoxo (transphobes homophobes ableists you know who you are)

GOT COMPLAINTS? CONTACT ME AT 1-666-JERUSALEM-CRACK-SHACK! Make sure to leave me a message. Business hours only!

🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒MASTERLIST: IN THE WORKS? 🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

#pecanpie #introductory

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a scenario for TMNT 2012’s Rahzar with a darling who is a close friend of the turtles? I hope you have a good day/night!

Thank you! I hope your day/night is fantastic as well!

Insider's Knowledge

Yandere! Rahzar Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Manipulation, Threats, Kidnapping, Obsession, OOC Rahzar (?)

To Rahzar, you were a high value target. One he had been hunting down for awhile now. He was fully capable of capturing you but for now he was drawing this out.

Due to the fact you were so close with the turtles Rahzar knew he could use you for information, or at the very least a bargaining chip. It would certainly make his master proud. Although... he watched you longer just to make sure you actually had information.

Atleast that's what the mutated beast kept telling himself and others. It would be a pain to take in the wrong person, right? Maybe he had other reasons of putting off your interrogation....

Such as, personal interest. Luckily he was silent enough you never spotted him. Yet he followed your scent whenever he picked up on it.

He'd perch himself on rooftops, watching you carefully. He picked up every little word and thing you did thanks to his enhanced senses. Something about watching you while you were so blissfully unaware made him grin.

He'd never let the others know. He disguised this little hobby of his as spy work. When in reality he was just so absorbed in your daily life.

It was a strange obsession that you'd think got in the way of his work. However, instead, it actually lined up pretty well. At some point he'd have to take you in for information.

Which is also a nice excuse to take you away from those turtles.

Once the time came he made sure he was gentle when capturing you. You had basic self defense skills but it was nothing compared to him. He had also been studying you for the past few weeks, you had no chance.

By the time you came to you're tied up in an abandoned warehouse with nowhere to go. In front of you stands a tall skeletal mutant, eyes never leaving your figure. For now, he was alone.

But he could always call in back up.

"Start talking." He growls, making his way towards you. "What do you know about the turtles?"

You look at him with fearful eyes but say nothing. Rahzar applauds your loyalty, yet he feels it's misplaced. Deep down he's quite envious you trust those turtles so much.

It's not like you met before this anyway, though.

"What do you mean!? I know nothing!"

"Do you really think you can lie your way out of this?

Rahzar leans closer, growling at you. He smelt and looked like death. You wished the turtles would come and help soon....

"I've been keeping my eye on you for a long time now. I know you have the information I seek. I need anything you know."

"Will I be let go if I tell you?"

Rahzar only stares at you, orange eyes looking you over. Would he let you go after all the stalking? Would he just let you out of here without a second thought?

"...No."

"What?"

"I don't need you for just that information. I have other uses for you."

By now you couldn't tell if you felt fear, anger, or sadness. Anguish was a better word for it. You knew Rahzar was strong through the turtles, if you angered him there was no telling you'd live.

"I'm keeping you here. Once you turn against those turtles you'll be put to good use. Shredder will be quite pleased to have a spy."

"Shredder!?"

Rahzar watches you panic in your restraints. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes at the thought of meeting his master. Poor thing... scared like a mouse in front of a cat.

"Things will go smoothly if you just listen to me. I'll do my best not to hurt you."

Claws trace down you in a strangely affectionate way. It was enough to catch you off guard. Such a terrifying beast being gentle with a hostage?

He has ulterior motives... he has to!

"Get to talking, we don't have all day."

Rahzar grins again, digging his claws in slightly. Not enough to make you bleed, but enough to be uncomfortable. He seemed deep in thought.

"Although, I don't mind keeping you here with me for awhile if you really want to fight me."

He'd never admit it to anyone, but perhaps he really has taken a liking to you.

#yandere tmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere rahzar #yandere dogpound #yandere chris bradford

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gittetj · 1 month

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Ooooohh that's a fun ask game! Oh man would it be too much to ask about 5 characters? I'll try to make it short anyway

Could you do 1 for Nagata, 4 for Iida (listen. i know it's completely out of left field to ask this about iida. but we don't know anything about him. so can i at least have the courtesy to know what he likes or used to like OR IS THAT A SPOILER TOO??) 45 for Satsune, 46 for Himiko (mainly i'm curious about what makes her listen lol) and 51 for Yuka if you have the time?

.....actually would it be even mucher to ask for 50 about Higashio? He's hardly a "newer oc" but I have a sufficient argument. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE

Hey, I asked for questions, no need to worry about giving too many of them.

My mind has been very far away from my stories in the last couple weeks. Life kind of drags and I've run out of plants to dig up from my garden (my new coping mechanism, apparently), so thanks for giving me something more creative to focus on for a little while!

1. Nagata: What’s the lie your character says most often?

Hmm, hard to answer without spoilers. Nagata doesn't tell little lies much. She's earned her current position by being rigorous, hard working, and brutally honest anywhere she can get away with it. She doesn't like to lie, it's risky and potentially harmful, but sometimes she thinks it's necessary, and she is very good at lying, so she'd rather take that task on herself than entrust anyone else with it. In other words, I guess most of her lying is done to help or protect someone else.

4. Iida: What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Oh man this is hard. Often, the way I get to know my characters is to sort of interview them in my mind, or ask other characters about them if they don't want to talk to me (Iida is not chatty), and I think you could ask anyone about him and they would have no idea.

Iida has spent a Lot of time alone, so obviously he must have ways he likes to pass the time. I've been mentally glaring at him to make him speak up, but he only informs me he likes watching baseball. This is the best I can do, sorry

45. Satsune: What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

People commenting on her appearance. Mostly if it's meant in a positive way. She will resent you for calling her pretty or cute, but she won't care as much if you call her gross for emerging from the forest covered in mud and leaves like the cryptid she is.

46. Himiko: Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Big big talker. She often bulldozes over other people in conversations, interrupts them, dismisses the points they try to make, etc. She's pretty bad at picking up on social cues, but if someone starts crying or lashing out in a way where it's obvious something's wrong, she will shut up and focus on trying to understand the problem so she can help.

51. Yuka: What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Hmm, I haven't given her any, have I? The main speech quirk I keep in mind for her is that she laughs a lot.

I don't like to put pop culture references in the things I write, but if I did and if she was better at English, I really think Yuka would love Tumblr (Moblr?) She could recite all your favorite Tumblr memes for you.

50. Higashio: What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you personally don’t agree with?

Higashio is frustrating because I really like him and find him relatable in some aspects, but he's also so... old fashioned? Misinformed? Like, there's clearly things other people have knocked into his head so hard that he's internalized them and isn't even aware of it. He's the kind of person who'll tell someone who's struggling that they aren't trying hard enough, the kind who'll tell them to stop being lazy and get a job, who'll call them ridiculous for being upset about something he doesn't understand, EVEN when he genuinely feels bad for them and wants to help. My patience with stuff like that got used up a long time ago.

Weirdly specific character building questions

#the end of the world as you know it #nagata sayumi #iida #matsumura satsune #hasegawa himiko #tachibana yuka #higashio #ask meme

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therapy-ghost · 7 months

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Hello there! Thank you so much for letting me do a matchup exchange with you! now, 나 자신에 대해 말해줄게!

Fandoms: I’d like a romantic matchup for Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Resident Evil, Obey Me, Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Danganronpa, Harry Potter, DC and Marvel (I just want male only for HB/HH please!!!)

My name is Joey but I also go by Himawari, Rin or Magtanggol too! I’m Transgender (ftm), Aromatic, Polyamory, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD, im (w)asian (east european and west-southeast asian) im polish, arab/middle eastern, flipino, russian and scottish.

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward, shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, I have a hard time taking everything seriously, when someone yells at me I’ll turn very cold and aggressive very fast.

things I love about myself: when someone is going through anything they will call me before anyone else, I have a ugly laugh so guaranteed that someone else will laugh too, how much I love and care for animals if I see a stray around my house I will adopt it immediately, if I see a stranger crying in public my eyes will not leave them alone until I get the courage to ask them what’s wrong, I am very confrontational I will always stand up for what’s right no matter what situation it may be, how greedy I am for money but when it’s someone I love I will spend the world on them, i get excited for little things when someone buys me a redbull/monster or just strawberries my day will not be ruined after that, how touched I’ll be when someone helps me in anyway it makes me feel really grateful, it, i never take epilepsy for granted, i pay attention to little things like my stuffed animals I’ll kiss each one every time I go to bed for the night, if I know someone is having a hard mental day I’ll clean for them and get them ice cream and be patient ill, without a fail a quiet person will always be loud with me, i am a type of person who just wants people to be happy in life and live to the fullest, i don’t say I love you until I mean it, i celebrate with people I love, I am very observant if I see that someone wants something I will get it for them, it will be my mission if I see a stranger having a bad day I will compliment them in hopes of making their day shine through the dark clouds, how I say I hate kids but I will protect them with my life and I’m so gentle and sweet with them, i am never ashamed for what I love such as anime, even if I don’t like a song that someone shows me (which is impossible btw) I will be hyper while listening to it so they don’t feel small and embarrassed around me, how soft I become when I’m given any psychical affection, i love hugging and when someone really needs it I will hug them as long as they like, I love how hardworking I am, I’m not super duper emotional but a sad movie will never make me fail to let out tears, if I love you… you’ll be seen.

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid producer, i cover vocaloid songs with my own voice, i can rap like MILLI, i make odecore/breakcore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO, YOASOBI & Ado too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals/stickers/music cds /puppetry & more, science/history, soccer/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to

likes: vocaloid/utau, k-pop/j-pop, vkei, watching documentaries/youtube, decorating my room, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, partys, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, deserts.

I’m a ENTP, 4w3 and I’m a Aquarius ♒️

these are some of my top kins!!: hiyori tomoe (enstars), yoosung kim (mystic messenger), jumin han (mystic messenger), hanako (tbhk), felix kranken (twf), albedo (genshin impact), shoya ishida (a silent voice), tom (eddsworld), eridan (homestuck), karkat (homestuck), miyamura izumi (horimiya), micheal afton (FNAF), lolbit (FNAF), mangle (FNAF), natsume sakasaki (enstars), sora harukawa (enstars), V (mystic messenger), hagumi kitazawa (bandori), matsubara kanon (bandori), shinji ikari (neon genesis evangelion), lain iwakura (serial experiments lain), hajime hinata (danganronpa) hua cheng (TGCF), ame-chan (needy streamer overdose), k-angel (needy streamer overdose), crona (soul eater), death the kid (soul eater), malleus draconia (twisted wonderland) and more....!

misc: I live in a mixed language house hold where I speak mostly polish and Arabic, and some Korean and Japanese, it world be nice if the person who I get can react to that lol, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, tries not to take life to seriously, everytime I have a party there’s always dabke dancing and I take control of it all the time and it’s super fun!, i have two dogs named luna and gizmo both of them are super sweet and cuddly they will never hurt a soul, i play the electric/bass guitar, piano, cello and koto.

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot suck as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i wear fishnets and combat boats/converse, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT, I wear a lot of harajuku fashion such as jiari kei, yamikawaii, decora kei(sometimes), cult party kei, but it’s mostly the ones I listed on top.

thanks for doing this with me, I hope you enjoy!!!

For Hazbin Hotel, I match you with Angel dust

Come on… come on! Tell me I’m wrong

you guys would be perfect; sarcastic, Angel would dig your vibe entirely, and you guys can do matching outfits

would happily help you with anything; like if you are overstimulated, he will help you, making art of any kind, gives you inspiration, filmmaking, he can give you plots for day (most will end up 18+… but some will end up fine)

Fat nugget is thy baby, and most likely sits in your lap while you are working

will gossip with you about everything, I tell you; he has tea for days.

For Helluva Boss, I match you with Fizzarolli

….he matches your energy… chaotic… loud… mischievous… plus you guys will have an even bigger Boyfriend(ASMODEUS!!!!)

will love to inspect your outfits and aesthetic and might steal a few things from you

he’s a preformer, dancing is what he does and he will do any kind with you.

please explain the big words for him, he gets really confused.

is your hype man, cheers you on for everything and will not stop.

For Resident Evil, I match you with Carlos Oliveira

bros confused with you at first, he is like… the heck is he wearing?

but eventually he warms up… might steal some rings or just unconsciously grab a bracelet and put it on for a weird reason

he enjoys watching what you make, wether it’s art or a film or a vocaloid cover

i feel like he also will like Boba after trying it, it’s the boba balls in specifics

will get a matching tattoo with you if you want to

For Obey me!, I match you with Asmodeus

likes to bring you snacks and share them with you as you two gossip about his brothers

professional pretty man here will help you style your clothing to suit everything you do

will love cosplaying with you so much

absolutely loves musicals, if you want to, he will belt out lines with you out randomly as you two listen to its sound track

wants you to teach him how to speak multiple languages, what’s to know how to communicate with all his fans all over the world

for twisted wonderland, I match you with Idia Shroud

boys rich… he will buy you anything(from the comfort of his bed)

he will go out once in a while with you if you really want to… but it won’t last long; so sometimes he will send Ortho with you

loves playing rythum games with you, gets very competitive about beating your score.

you get this man into the habit of cleaning his room since you enjoy cleaning; he make sure that everything is organized and perfect(cause that’s how he is)

For Genshin Impact, I match you with Arataki Itto

he is loud and energetic! Will run around with you everywhere.

he also loves being around his friends, sometimes, he will invite yours and his friends to join; but not all the time, cause he likes being with you as well.

got into crazy long documents because of you, and even if he is the first one to watch it… he still asked you question

he’s a Himbo with a very big heart for you

for Dc, I match you with Harley Quinn

girls partly nuts, but she’s loyal and very adventurous, so if you are willing to do something with her, she will do just about anything with you

love to dance anywhere with you; will go to massive parties and everyone will just stop and you guys are busting it down

super cuddly, likes being close to you when she can and will like to watch you work; she does act question give you suggestions if you don’t mind

please just keep her out of the kitchen if you are going to try and cook with her; or at least give her simple jobs she won’t burn the house down with

for Marvel, I match you with Matt Murdock

if you are in like trad goth or like any kind of fashion with rings and cool jewelry, he will end up playing with them while he holds your hand(which is rare because he is kinda busy with his whole daredevil matt Murdock switching)

buys you desserts and sweets cause he can and will, he gives small gifts as a way of saying ‘I love you’

will literally kill to hear that you are safe, he wants nothing to happen to you

its utterly confused at to what vocaloid is, like is extremely confused; almost like a dog hearing a recording of a dog barking and it’s just like “wtf?”

For Danganronpa, I matched you with Junko Enoshima(before despair)

gyaru, gyaru, gyaru! All day, loves the matching outfits; it makes a fashion statement!

loves gossiping with you; she is very trash talky about everyone minus you and will love specifically spilling the tea to you(she always makes sure it’s the juiciest most real tea ever)

she better be in some of those photos you take cause you will be missing an opportunity

you will always be the first to get her magazines and she will bring back some props from the sets she shot photos on

For Harry Potter, I match you with Luna Lovegood

the oblivious Ravenclaw is a major ‘head in the clouds’; she’s very easy going and likes doing anything really

gifts you small things like flowers and pins and pieces to add to out fits; would not mind having things in her hair(it’s the cottage core x goth for me)

gives you many strange things to think about in life and talks about anything you do in a very cryptic way

loves Vocaloid songs, doesn’t always understand the lyrics cause they end up sounding happy but they are mostly dark, but looks listening to you cover them

Thanks for doing this exchange with me!

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