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batarangsoundsdumb · 3 years

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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

#this is only like half of it #but at least you can get like a few answers #yanno fuck it #bataranswers #ask #asks #anon

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songbirdsingingthings · 4 years

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Lovely Night - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI

This oneshot was inspired by the song Lovely Night from the musical La La Land. It’s such a cute and funny song that I thought it would work perfectly for Bakugou and a reader who are not super fond of each other, but figure out they have feelings for each other. I put a lot of hard work into this oneshot and I’m super happy and proud with how it came out. I hope you all enjoy! And, if you would like, feel free to open up youtube and listen to the actual song while reading, or look up the lyrics to see where I used and or changed some of them to fit within the story! So, without further ado, ENJOY!!!

WARNINGS: Realistic Fluff, Some Swearing

Word Count: 2608

It was no secret to the rest of Class 1-A. Y/N L/N and Katsuki Bakugou just could not stand each other. Y/N hated how loud and abrasive he was, and might she add that he was like that for absolutely no reason. She hated how much he would boast about his quirk - I mean seriously, it was like he was six years old and he was talking about the expensive action figure he got for his birthday! But, most of all, she hated how attractive he had to be. There was no denying that he was strikingly handsome and had a very well toned body, but something about the way that he actually took the time to make himself presentable struck a chord within Y/N. Of course, Bakugou’s parents were fashion designers, so maybe he was just conditioned from a young age to look presentable.

Bakugou hated how structured and uptight Y/N was. He genuinely thought the girl had a stick up her ass for the entirety of her life. To him, she was like a drill sergeant, dictating who should go where in a team takedown. Granted, she was right almost all of the time, but that didn’t stop her from being annoying about it. Although, however much he hated her those previous reasons, he hated her the most for how undeniably gorgeous she was. She, unlike some of the other girls in class, wore little to no make up during the day - which he himself thought was a smart decision, who knew when a villain could attack and cause sweat to make your mascara run? Her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair was always in a style that he found incredibly flattering on her and her Y/E/C eyes were just striking.

Their conflicted, no matter how strictly negative they tell themselves they are, feelings for each other caused quite a few ruptures in group activities. Whether it was going after each other in laser tag - even though they were on the same team -, not cooperating on group projects for school, or making a huge mess in the dorm kitchen trying to prove to the other that they are the superior chef, they were at each other's throats. The latter wasn’t so bad for the class, they actually made some really delicious food, but Aizawa was pretty mad about the flour on the carpet and the dried batter sticking to the walls and stovetops.

Coincidentally, the entirety of class 1-A was at a group dinner this evening, celebrating their completion of their final written exams. Jokes and anecdotes were exchanged as waiters brought the class delicious food. Y/N’s eyes lit up as a woman brought over a platter of Y/F/F. Eagerly, she piled 2 or 3 servings onto her plate.

“Oi, L/N, stop loading up on the Y/F/F, you’re not the only person here! Besides, you’re gonna look like a stuffed turkey by the end of the night!” Y/N had to admit, the last part of his insult did sting a bit, but she couldn’t give him an inch.

“Oh, bite me Bakugou. Besides, isn’t it past your bedtime?” Y/N said, smirking at him with a sassy look in her eyes while pointing to an analog clock that read 9:30 p.m. . Scowling, Bakugou just turned his back towards her and started chatting with Kirishima instead.

“Nice one, Y/N.” One of Y/N’s best friends, Jirou, said as she gave her a high five. Feeling very accomplished, she smiled.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t Y/N’s best idea to have that much food to eat. Y/N’s stomach cramped pretty badly - so badly that she had to thank whatever godly force was looking down on her that made her wear a pretty fit and flare dress to dinner. If she were wearing regular pants, that material would not feel great against her somewhat bloating stomach. Excusing herself to the bathroom, she relieved herself and thankfully felt much better afterwards. Y/N straightened out her pretty yellow dress and ran a hand through her hair, making sure to comb out any knots. As she made her way back to the table, only a couple people remained. Everyone must’ve gone back to the dorms already, Y/N thought. Of course, she thought as she found the one person who walked back into the restaurant. Everyone had left except for Bakugou.

“Where the hell did everyone else go?” He asked, clearly pissed. Rolling her eyes, Y/N crossed her arms.

“If I had known everyone was leaving I would’ve gone with them Sherlock. I was in the bathroom so I didn’t see them. Where were you?” Y/N asked.

“I was outside taking a call. Dammit!” He cursed, grabbing the jacket on the back of his chair and pulled his arms through it. Sighing, Y/N took a look at the clock. It was 12:30 a.m. . You have got to be kidding me, she thought. “Well come on. Let’s get going before it gets any later.” He said bluntly, walking slowly out of the big glass doors.

“What do you mean “let’s”? Y/N asked, kind of shocked that he implied that the two of them would be walking back together. Now it was Bakugou’s turn to roll his eyes.

“I’m not going to let a girl walk alone at this time at night, no matter how much I might hate her guts. Who knows what creeps are out there. Now, let’s go.” He says a bit more sternly this time. Y/N quickly grabbed her little white purse from the back of her seat, swung it around her shoulder, and walked out after him. The only unfortunate thing about going to the restaurant that the class decided to go to was that there wasn’t a cab in sight. The class decided to take the bus which by now had left hours ago. That meant that Y/N had to trek back to UA in heels that pinched her toes. Trying not to make a sound, she clenched her jaw and her fists and forced herself to keep walking on the hard concrete. However, about twenty minutes into their walk, Y/N accidentally let a little squeak of pain slip out of her mouth. Bakugou, who was a little bit in front of her, turned around to get a look at Y/N.

“What the hell was that?” He said, stifling a laugh that wanted to make itself known. To him, this was kind of hilarious. Never had he heard Y/N willingly show any sign of weakness, and here she was literally squeaking in pain because of her damn shoes.

“Nothing, come on let’s keep walking.” Giving Y/N an unbelieving look, he led her over to a bench that overlooked much of the city. He had to admit, it was a pretty spectacular view. It would have almost been romantic - the stars were shining down on the sparkling city, lights that worked so well together. However, it was absolutely not romantic, because he was here with Y/N, and it wasn’t some other girl and guy.

Y/N was sat down, slowly taking off her heels to reveal several nasty blisters. She hissed as the cool, almost chilly, night air met her marred skin.

“Why do you girls wear shoes like that if they only make your feet hurt like hell.” Bakugou said. Y/N sighed as she began to take off her other heel, this time on her right foot.

“Because,” she said as she gritted her teeth, “I think they make my legs look pretty freaking hot.” Finally, she pulled the second one off and set it next to its partner. “Also, I didn’t think that I would be walking a lot tonight.” Bakugou did have to admit - the shoes really did accentuate her legs in a very attractive manner. He also noticed, don’t ask him why, that she had taken the time to shave her legs.

“Well it’s just the class, why did you feel the need to get all done up?” Bakugou’s question struck a nerve within Y/N. She felt her face heat up. Why did she feel the need to get all done up? She would have looked perfectly acceptable in a nice shirt and skirt, maybe even a cute little romper with sandals, but instead she went for a pretty dress and white heels. Then, it dawned on her. Oh my God, I did this all for Bakugou, she thought . Underneath all the layers of competition, disdain for his habits that weren’t as annoying now, and arrogance, Y/N liked him. She found herself noticing more of his other positive habits. He made sure to walk her back home, even if she wasn’t his favorite person, made sure to make her take a break when something was hurting her, and now, asking questions that weren’t aimed to make her look like a fool.

“I-I uh…” Y/N didn’t really know how to answer Bakugou’s question. What do you say to a boy that you’ve basically hated for an entire year that you now have a crush on?

Woah, Bakugou thought, did Y/N actually just stutter? And why was it kind of… cute? Bakugou thought to himself. Nah, I don’t feel like that. It’s just really late at night and I’m sitting next to a pretty girl on a bench that basically overlooks the stars. I do NOT think that way.

“Pretty view huh,” Y/N murmured, a small smile donning her face as she surveyed the city that lay beneath them.

“Yeah, I guess so. Kind of sucks that it’s you and I here instead of other people that could actually enjoy it together.” Bakugou says, looking away from the girl. Scoffing, Y/N gives him an incredulous look. How could I ever think I have feelings for this guy? She thought, I mean, that was just him being a straight up asshole!

“You and I would never work,” Bakugou says, out of the blue, “I mean you’re not even my type.” Y/N could almost feel flames shooting out of her head.

“Oh yeah?” She scoffs, glaring at the boy.

“Yeah. What a waste of a freaking night.”

Grabbing her heels, Y/N forces them back on, stand sup, and walks right up in front of him.

“Let’s make something clear, Katsuki Bakugou,” Y/N says, giving Bakugou a look that he believes could only be rivaled by himself, “I make the calls around here. But, you are right, I would never fall for you.” Bakugou doesn’t know why, but a tiny part of his heart aches when she says that. “And even though you look pretty good in that... polyester suit of yours,” Y/N begins to say.

“It’s. Wool.” Bakugou snaps back, standing up so that he was now taller than her, “this in no way appeals to me. Maybe it would interest a girl who is not currently having her feet be cut up by her heels, or a girl who actually believes that this could’ve been a spark to romance.” Y/N says, her face now inches away from the blonde’s. “You were right. What a waste of a lovely freaking night.”

With their noses almost touching, Bakugou just reacts on mere instinct. He almost couldn’t stand to be this close to Y/N without touching her.. The perfume that Y/N wore was intoxicating to him, invading his senses and telling him just do it! Kiss her! It’ll make everything better! And, with no one there stopping him, he gave in. He roughly grabbed her check with his right hand and the back of her neck with his left, and crashed his lips into hers. Y/N’s eyes widened so much, she thought that they were going to pop right out of her head. But, something about kissing Bakugou just felt so damn right. Y/N closed her eyes and kissed him back. Her arms somehow found themselves wrapped around his neck and made their way into his soft hair, pulling at the blonde locks as he worked his tongue into her mouth. It was like fireworks were going off at the same time as she was riding a rollercoaster. It was exciting, it was energizing, and it was warm. Bakugou’s arms now made their way and wrapped themselves around Y/N’s waist, pushing her as close as possible to his chest. Y/N’s knees wobbled at this action which made Bakugou smile into their kiss-turned-make out session. Y/N smiled as well. Finally, it got to the point where the two of them had to separate and take a deep breath. Their foreheads were leaning against each other and their arms were still firmly wrapped around each other.

“I think I like you.” Y/N whispered, making Bakugou smirk.

“You think?” He murmured back, rubbing his thumb against her waist.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure.” Y/N said, giggling. Finally, Bakugou pulled away just enough so that he could make full eye contact with the Y/H/C haired girl in his arms.

“I’m pretty sure I like you too. But don’t think I’m letting up on anything. Your ass is going to be kicked in the next cooking competition.” He says arrogantly, however this time Y/N found his arrogance somewhat cute. She rolls her eyes and gave him a smile.

“Yeah, okay. Sure. Keep telling yourself that.” Y/N stepped back from him, grabbed her little purse that she dropped due to all the activity, and began walking back in the direction of UA. Bakugou jogged up to Y/N and stopped her in her tracks. Giving him a smirk, she says, “What Bakugou, couldn’t get enough?”

“First off, it’s Katsuki to you now,” he says matter-of-factly, making her cheeks dance with red, “and you’re not walking back on those deathtraps of yours.” He leans down and gently slips her heels off and gives them to Y/N to hold. “Now c’mon, let’s go home.” He says, kind of sweetly this time. He motions for Y/N to let him give her a piggy-back ride which she gladly accepts. With her fingers hooked in her heels, Y/N lets her head lay against Bakugou’s, no, Katsuki’s, broad shoulder. She presses a gentle kiss to his neck which makes him stop in his tracks.

“L/N, if you keep on doing that sappy shit, we’re not gonna be able to make it home tonight.” He says bluntly. Y/N couldn’t see his face from the angle she was faced, but she could just tell that he was blushing.

“First off, it’s Y/N to you now,” she says, mimicking his previous statement which makes him chuckle a bit, “and I just couldn’t help it. But, carry on walking, I seem to remember a sparring match tomorrow that I need to be well rested for.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and continues walking. The two make small talk for the rest of the trip home about Y/N’s home life - not Katsuki’s, he’s not super ready for that yet, - and life in general.

“I was wrong before.” Katsuki says, making Y/N’s giddy face morph into a confused one.

“Wrong about what? There were several exchanges that we have had in the past hour.” She says, concerned that he was talking about when he revealed his feelings for her.

“It’s not a waste of a night.” He says sweetly, making Y/N grin from an ear to ear. “It’s the perfect way to spend a lovely night.”

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obxdrewseph · 4 years

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Tik Tok - Rafe Cameron

Description: Rafe Cameron falls for a girl he often sees in a cafe and is too nervous to talk to her, so his best friend, Topper, decides to take matters into his own hands and makes a tik tok asking if anyone can identify Rafe’s crush. Of course, she sees it and confronts him.

P.S. pretend covid doesnt exist in this LOL

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“Bro, just do it.”

“No.”

“Rafe, c’mon man. When did you become such a pussy?”

“Shut the hell up man, I’m not.”

“Then ask her out!”

“No!”

It was your typical Wednesday afternoon-- the college cafe was bustling with students coming in and out from classes and from students mingling with their friends.

Rafe and Topper sat in the midst of all the chaos, ignoring their econ homework to stare at Rafe Cameron’s current obsession.

“How is this girl different from any other you’ve liked? Just man up and ask for her number or something.”

Rafe Cameron.

Notorious player on campus. And douchebag. He was the type to sleep with a girl and kick her out of his room at 3 in the morning. He never had strong feelings for a girl, which is why Topper was baffled at the fact he kept staring at the dark haired, brown eyed plain Jane in the corner of the coffee shop.

“Look, she’s just a pretty girl. And she just looks... shy I guess.” Rafe lamely said. He didn’t know why he wasn’t just barging up to her like he normally did at parties. Of course, those girls were clawing to get to him. He didn’t have to work as hard.

Topper sighed loudly. “Fine, fine. If you’re gonna force my hand.”

Rafe raised a brow as Topper slowly pulled his phone from his pocket.

He then began to film the girl and zooming in on her face.

“Top, what are you--”

“Ssssh.”

After 30, long, agonizing seconds for Rafe Cameron, his best friend finally stopped filming the poor girl.

“Does anyone know this girl? This loser wants to ask her out...” He spoke as he typed.

“No wait--”

“Done. Just posted on tik tok.”

Rafe’s jaw dropped.

“What?”

“Now, we wait.”

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You had a long day of classes and all you wanted to do was fall in your bed.

But no, as a history major, you had to read 250 pages (the entire book needed to be read by the end of the week, but you were spacing), write detailed notes on them, and then start on your essay that is due next week.

You always liked to get ahead of schedule so that your work wouldn’t pile up.

After sitting in the cafe for an hour, you had to go home to cook dinner. You hated eating at cafes since bread just wasn’t your thing.

Once you hit your dorm room, you checked your phone that seemed to have hundreds of notifications.

"The fuck?” You whispered out loud. As an RA, you could say whatever you wanted to in your room, but you still felt weird swearing in front of others. Which is why you whispered the words to yourself.

You dropped your bag at the door and quickly opened your phone.

GIRL, CHECK TIK TOK

Congrats, you’re famous! don’t forget me lol

rafe cameron ?? honeyyy get itttttt

Confusion. That’s all you felt. You quickly clicked on the link on of your friends sent you.

You watched the video set in as Topper, the owner of the account, zoomed in on your face at the cafe you were just in. You didn’t think you looked pretty as your hair was a mess and you hadn’t showered in a couple of days.

Not to mention you were wearing jeans and a baggy t-shirt-- the normal college attire.

As you read the caption, you felt your heart race at an abnormal rate.

The words became blurry fairly quickly as your stress started to build up. You set your phone down on the counter to avoid dropping it-- you were rational enough to do that.

You kept getting texts from your closest friends saying two words: Call me. But at this point, you couldn’t even think straight. What was a hot, popular guy like Rafe Cameron doing pining over you? And apparently being too afraid to ask you out?

Honestly, you had never been hit on in your first two years of college and you didn’t think it was going to start with Rafe Cameron, the richest guy at the school. And every straight college girl’s wet dream.

You heard your phone buzz on the counter and you checked caller ID. It was your best friend.

You took a deep breath and answered it.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me you were dating Rafe Cameron.” She joked.

“Shut up! Tell me what to do!!” You screamed.

“Ok, ok, I can tell you’re freaking out and nervous, but this is a good thing! A happy thing! A guy liked you so much that he put a video--”

“His best friend posted the video--”

“As I was saying, put a video out about YOU! This is your chance to finally have the romance you’ve always dreamed of, right? You’re always pining after those book boyfriends or whatever who AREN’T REAL.”

She emphasized the last part which made you cringe. Your obsession with fictional characters was justified-- if she read, she would know.

“Dude, this is Rafe. Rafe fucking Cameron.” She gasped at your swearing, a joke both of you had because you’ve known each other since you were children.

“Exactly, it’s Rafe motherfucking Cameron, meaning, you HAVE to go after him.”

“No, you’re wrong! He’s Rafe Cameron! If he was really into me, he would’ve asked me out already. Literally no one can say no to him nor does anyone want to.” You bit your lip, thinking of ways to get out of this. “You know what? I bet this is a prank or something.”

“A prank?”

“Yeah, like Topper trying to embarrass Rafe by making an ugly girl ask him out--”

“First of all, don’t talk about yourself like that. And second, no, tik tok is not the place to embarrass girls. They would get roasted so hard. And third, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE.”

Contrary to your best friend, you never seriously wanted a relationship. You were the type to fantasize about falling in love and hyped up all of your friends when they had crushes, but you never truly found someone you wanted to get to know or wanted to date.

It just seemed so outlandish to you.

Plus, you wrote off college boys when one followed all of your roommates on instagram besides you. That kinda knocked your ego down.

“Look, I’m just going to ignore this. I don’t think it’s going to be the love story you think so I’m gonna go.”

“Wait, y/n--”

You hung up before she could finish.

You just couldn’t deal with her hopeless romanticism right now.

You sighed and tied your hair into a messy bun. How could you finish your homework now?

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“I don’t think she saw it.”

Topper laughed at his nervous looking friend.

“Dude, she definitely saw it. It has thousands of likes the last time I checked and I’m pretty sure people were tagging her in the comments.”

Rafe fixed his hat so it covered his face. He definitely didn’t want his friend to notice it turning beet red.

“I hate you dude.”

“No you don’t.”

Once again, the two rich boys were sitting in the same cafe they were in yesterday. They had been sitting in there for two hours now, and there was no sign of the mysterious girl who did or did not know she was tik tok famous.

“I don’t think she’s coming.” Rafe commented. On one hand, he was relieved he wouldn’t have to talk to her. But on the bigger hand, he desperately wanted to see her again. He didn’t know why he was so captivated by her brightly dyed hair or the 10 pins stuck on her backpack. She seemed so normal, yet she stuck out with all the book stickers she had on her laptop. Rafe would never tell a living soul that he liked reading YA romance novels but he felt like he could confide in this mysterious girl.

“I don’t know. It’s still early.” Topper noted.

“Um, excuse me?”

The two boys’ heads shot up at the dainty voice.

You were wearing black ripped jeans with a white top; it was the most simple outfit Rafe had seen you in as you usually dressed in bright colors. He would never admit it, but he even noticed when you changed your nail polish.

What Rafe didn’t know was that your best friends held an intervention last night and told you to dress “more to his style” which included simple attire. Yet, you couldn’t fully immerse in the role and wore your favorite bucket hat that was covered in white daisies.

“Hey,” Rafe said lamely.

Topper immediately gathered his stuff and left you two alone. What a homie.

At Rafe’s bland answer, you smiled politely.

“Can I sit?” You asked. Rafe nodded and gestured towards the seat. He didn’t know why he was acting so weird, but you were just so much prettier up close.

He could see the bright red earrings you wore that matched your Nikes and noticed your clumsily applied makeup (which he knew because his sister was so good at it). It only made his heart race even faster.

“Um, so I saw the video... I’m sure you know which one I’m talking about.”

The boy blushed.

“Yeah?” He tried to act suave and calm, but his nerves were all over the place. He felt a bit calmer seeing the girl start to play with her hair: a nervous trait his sister said most girls had.

“Um, well, I... I was wondering...” The girl trailed off, her face turning a darker red. He almost felt bad for her, but she was so darn cute and wanted her to continue.

“Look, I’m really bad at this... and I know you’re good at it, so...”

The boy’s ego inflated slightly.

“So?”

This wasn’t going the way you wanted it to go. You felt frustrated that you couldn’t even get the words out that you practiced. Your eyes prickled with tears from embarrassment; you wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible. You didn’t know what you were thinking approaching the hottest guy in campus and expect not to be tongue tied.

And his lack of words made you think he was just messing with you.

You felt a gentle hand on top of yours which burst your drama bubble. You looked up and saw Rafe’s bright blue eyes full of concern, and... something else.

Dammit, he probably thinks I’m a weirdo.

“Hey, it’s ok. Honestly, it was my friend, the one who left earlier, it was his idea to put the video up and he did it without my permission. If it were up to me, it would’ve taken a lot longer to pluck up the courage to approach you...” He confessed.

This shocked you. Rafe Cameron... tongue tied around you??

“Look, let’s start over. I’m Rafe Cameron, junior, business major, and fun fact: I’m on the hockey team.” You knew all of those details, but you let him give a formal introduction. You thought it was cute that he felt the need to explain all of this to you because there wasn’t anyone at your campus who didn’t know who he was.

You held out your hand.

“Y/N, a sophomore and a history major. Fun fact: I’m an RA.” His eyes brightened at your response and shook your hand with a smile.

He had to practice his stern handshake with businessmen his father forced him to meet, but your hands were gentle and soft, like they were afraid of hurting him. It’s been a while since someone has treated him so delicately. He liked it.

“Well, y/n, it’s a good thing I don’t live in the dorms because I definitely would’ve tried to act up to get your attention.” He teased.

You laughed at the response because you knew a couple of the young freshmen who made a ruckus in the lounges so that you had to come in and yell at them.

You shrugged. “I don’t know, we could’ve met sooner if you were.”

The flirty words flowed from you naturally and you wanted to take them back as soon as they left your mouth.

But they made Rafe Cameron blush, so you let it go.

Suddenly, his watch buzzed and he swore under his breath.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I have a business meeting to get to. Can I get your number for uhhh... for future purposes?”

His slight fumble of words made you grin.

“Of course.”

I guess tik tok is good for something.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron scenarios #rafe cameron imagines #outer banks #obx #obx scenarios #outer banks scenarios #drew starkey #drew starkey scenarios #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron x reader #obx rafe #obx rafe cameron

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xuseokgyu · 3 years

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Send this to blogs anonymously and ask them to ship their moots with svt <3

Oh it’s my turn to do this now... ok omg... here it goes haha

Cheol + Dreamy @scoupsy - We all know but I was just reminded how popular Coups is 😂 I had many options, but I feel like Dreamy’s personality and his would match a lot. I feel that, like him, she’s very mature, but can let go and be “an 8yo” sometimes. Was reading her carrd and could picture them playing video games together haha

Hannie + Karol @secndlife - I know she’s in a Hoshi mood right now (and thank god for that we got a 33k word beautiful love letter) But one of my favorite things to see on my dash is the ‘love battle’ between her and other moots calling her out on her simp agenda towards Jeonghan hahaha They would bicker a lot but be super soft in other moments too

Shua + Kevin @jaemtens - Haven’t talked much to Kevin personally, but I just can’t help linking these two. I honestly think they would match up perfectly

Jun + Emily @iiasha - I mean!!! I also can’t help but link these two... She will appreciate him like he deserves and I feel like they would be like those couples you love to be friends with? Effortlessly funny and not all over each other making you feel uncomfortable as a third wheel

Hoshi + Chey @soonhoonsol - THEY WOULD BE SO CUTE! I can’t help but think of that beach date moodboard where we talked about her eating ice cream with him and they being all messy, funny and adorable! He would feel her days with joy and so would she and they would also be each other safe haven

Wonwoo + Sistah @haniehae - I was between Cheol and Wonwoo for her, but just like I won’t ship her with Jeonghan cause they are literally the same person, I also feel like her’s and Coup’s personalities would clash too much, two lions fighting for dominance and attention hahah Wonwoo on the other hand would be the perfect pair. They would be a more introverted couple, many cozy home dates and soft moments.

Woozi + Carrie @art-hao - Freaking power couple!!!! Two extremely talented people that will love and appreciate each other a lot. I can see them working on lyrics together with their deep minds and maturity, but both can also be silly and cute and aaahhh they would be perfect

Hao + Gabi @myunqho - These two!! I feel like they would be those couples that loose track of time and go until morning having deep talks about life, past, present and future... I can clearly picture that. Gabi let me be your mother-in-law!! Hahah

Gyu + Val @defgyus - Another power couple!! I love how we talk about fighting him ahhaha Enemies to lovers vibe without ever being really enemies at all. He would spoil her endless and she deserves it #mingyuhousewife for the win

DK + Mi @ourseokmin - Mirelle is the person I trust to shower this insecure boy with all the praise he deserves and you know he would shower her with love too!! Aaahhh they would be so sweet 💕💕 maybe too sweet ahahha but they would love it

Seungkwan + Isa @boosbin - I can see her rolling her eyes at his antics while loving it all the same haha They would have so much fun!! Bicker a lot but also be sooo caring towards each other ahah So cute

Vernon + Tiff @junsol - I haven’t talked with Tiff a lot yet, but she is always the one I instantly connect to Vernon, maybe because of her tag rants, maybe because they genuinely have the same vibe... They totally deserve each other and they would be so cool 😎 together

Dino + Yza @jonghan - My favorite Dinonara!!! Again, someone I see truly appreciating the greatness that is Lee Chan. I can picture her watching his dance practices and maybe being the only one that can convince him he can rest, he already looks perfect. I feel like Dino would be such a soft bf!! A really sweet couple 💕

This was slightly harder than I thought, I had some more options for some of the members, but I’m happy with this list

Love you all 💕💕 and for the moots that weren’t mentioned here feel free to ask me who I would ship you with (is most likely your bias cause those are the ones I see you talk about a lot, but I know is nice to hear it hahahah)

#My lovely moots!!!#I wasn’t going to write a little ‘‘why’’ for each one but I figured it was better like this ehhe #hope y’all are doing fine #seventeen #ask #anon #Hi Dreamy 🐺#Hi Karol 🌻#Hi Kevin!#Hi Emily 🥑#Hi Chey 🍉#Hi Sistah 🥈#Hi Carrie 🦔🥝#Hi Gabi 🐸#Hi Val 🍓#Hi Mirelle 🍊#Hi Tiff 🍓#Hi Yza 🍬

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years

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Stuck with you (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! How are we, guys? Alive and kicking? Getting enough sleep? Drinking water? (also tea, tea is awesome, 11/10). It’s been (again) a while since I’ve posted anything on here, huh. I’m working on another fic as we speak (summer theme cause summer is ending and I’m not ready for it), so we’ll see how it goes :D

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26013712

Tag list: @paleweasels, @kittykatchoices, @valiantlychaoticbarbarian, @radlovedreamer , @usuallyamazinglyaverage, @strawberrwess @palestazure, @cordoniaqueensworld, @universallypizzataco, @princess-geek, @faithhasnowords, @mightyfangirlofthefandoms, @drakewalkerfantasy, @timmagicktoad, @laceandlula, @greywitchyshots, @llamasgrl, @gingerjane15, @bucket-harrington , @marywrites-things , @ethanplaysfavorites , @mfackenthal , @betelgeusebee , @simsvetements, @i-only-signed-up-for-fanfiction, @buzz-bee-buzz, @owleyes374, @cora-nova, @aworldoffandoms, @l822, @cream-ray, @ughhhxjazzy, @silverlitskies, @justendlesssummerfeels, @togetherwearerapture, @desmaranj, @edgiestwinter, @friedherringclodthing, @daisy-ashton, @waytooattuned, @choicesgremlin , @lapisreviewsstuff, @the-soot-sprite, @writerapprentice, @chasingrobbie, @choicesobsessedd, @x-kyne-x, @thisperfectmemory, @drakewalker04, @rookie-ramsey, @jlynn12273, @thepinknymph @dr-brianna-casey-valentine, @a-i-n-a-a-s-h @justanotherrookie

Enjoy! <3

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Claire noted with an overwhelming sense of relief that as the end of her shift approached, the intensity of the day decreased significantly. What used to be a fast-paced march in the early hours of the morning, was now a slower stroll. It was mostly due to the fact that all her patients were stable, and her pager miraculously wasn’t going off every five seconds like it tended to do almost every day of her life at Edenbrook.

Her contemplation was cut short when she felt insistent tugging on her white coat. She moved her eyes towards the source of the movement, being only half surprised when she saw a seven-year-old girl, smiling widely at her.

“Dr. Claire! The nurse came to take my blood, to see if it was good and she gave me a high-five.”

“I’m sure you were so brave.” a smile blossomed on her face as she kneeled down to be on the same eye level as her little patient.

“I was! Can I have a lollipop now? I didn’t even cry or anything, it was just like you said, barely a pinch and it was over.” The girl asked, thinking back to the conversation they had that morning. It wasn’t even something that Claire did only for this patient, not a one-time event.

It has become a sort of a legend among younger patients and nurses, that she always had a bunch of sweets in her pockets, giving them out to the kids on occasions. Mostly because of it, along with how good she was with young people, she was a liked doctor that was invited into all the tea parties and book readings organized by kids, with a bit of help from the nurses.

“As promised, here it is.” Her hand disappeared into the pocket and emerged with a pink and white lollipop in a colorful wrapper.

“Thanks, Dr. Claire! You’re the best.”

“Don’t run while eating it, we don’t want you to get hurt, okay?” she warned her before standing up. The girl was already running away, though, waving the candy in the air in excitement.

“Sure thing, doc, have a nice day!”

Claire shook her head in amusement, straightening the creases on her coat as she turned away to walk towards the ER. She was stopped short in her tracks, however, by the sight of an eyebrow raised so high up that it might as well have flown off his face altogether, accompanied by a curious gaze of Ethan Ramsey. His arms were folded across his chest, his posture meant to intimidate.

“You’re a doctor, Herondale. Giving away sweets in a hospital? That’s promoting diabetes.” He pointed out, waiting for her to explain her behavior. She imagined that a comment like that had the potential to make some interns cry; hell, even less resistant to pressure residents tended to avoid confrontation with him if they could help it. But Claire? Hell no.

“It’s a little reward for being brave. I can attest that it works, they are much more likely to go through their procedures- “

“- and not be scared. Good call, Rookie, even though I still think you’re spreading diabetes in the hospital.” Ethan smiled, breaking the act of trying to reprimand her. Instead, he took a small step towards her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Her eyes sparkled teasingly, holding his gaze in a tight lock with her own as she decreased the distance between them even more.

“The only diabetes you’re going to get is from me being so sweet.” Claire’s voice dropped to a gentle whisper the more she talked, then she slowly stood on the tips of her toes to kiss his cheek. The corners of his lips went up, forming a smile, partly concealed by her hair. Before anything else could be said or done, the sound of a phone ringing caused them to, albeit reluctantly, step away from each other slightly.

“As much as I would love to continue this conversation, I should get going. Us Herondales really do hate waiting, you know.” She grinned, beginning to walk away from him.

“Yeah, I think I do. I wish I could go with you.”

“I know you do, Ethan. Maybe next time? Actually, definitely next time; I don’t think my Mom will let you skip the next family lunch, no matter how much important work you have.” He laughed, shaking his head as he watched her retreating form.

“See you this evening?”

“You can count on it, Ramsey.”

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It was slowly getting dark when he got home, and by the time he got round to cooking dinner, the sun has already set. He didn’t think much about the lack of contact with her; he knew how those family meetings went, so if he had to guess, Will most likely kidnapped her phone.

The ringing startled him a little, but still, nothing seemed wrong, hence why he walked towards the sound calmly. Claire’s name flashed on the screen, pulling a smile onto his face.

“Right on cue, Dr. Herondale. Dinner is almost ready, will you be home soon?” he asked, leaning against the back of the couch. There was a short moment of silence before she spoke, her voice just a little on edge.

“I don’t want you to freak out, but I got shot.”

“What?”

It was good that he had something to fall onto, because the initial reaction of his body caused his knees to go weak. He should have known that something wasn’t right, but never would he have thought that while she was supposed to be with her family, she would get hurt.

“It’s nothing, really, a clean in and out wound, I’m already having it treated.” Claire’s voice was steady, nothing indicating any unbearable pain, but then again, he didn’t know what exactly happened, so she might as well have been trying to calm him down.

“Where are you?” he asked, already running to the kitchen to turn the burners off, grabbing his car keys along the way.

“Edenbrook, but as I said-“

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” He cut her off, walking out of the apartment in rush.

It’s funny how fluid the time is. The more one is anticipating something, the slower it goes by. Consequently, the more one is dreading something, the more it rushes forward. Ethan was experiencing something entirely different. The whole ride to the hospital felt like it lasted two eternities, and yet he couldn’t remember a thing from that time, like it happened in a split second.

His feet carried him forward, recklessly running through the maze of corridors, ignoring stares he was getting from his coworkers. Any logical thought has evaporated, leaving only blinding panic, unprompted by her way of speaking, but pushed forward by what she said.

Danny didn’t even question his disheveled state when he asked for the room number, knowing better than to stand in his way. His muscles screamed, more tired than after any other exercise, but the fear of the unknown was pushing him towards her. He opened the door, only to see Claire sitting on the bed, discomfort clear on her face. Not pain, not distress. Discomfort.

Because in front of her bed were two people, sitting in a pair of chairs. The room was filled with crying of a little boy, shaking in his mother’s arms. He was muttering something incoherently; Ethan wasn’t able to figure out what exactly the kid was saying. Meanwhile, Claire was trying her best to calm the boy down, her hands trembling in frustration that she was stuck in bed.

Ethan expected everything. Literally anything but this. Because how the hell could he have predicted that he would find Claire, shot and panicking because her nephew was crying. The woman sitting on the chair, Claire’s sister in law, Louise, made eye contact with him, her face twisted in a mixture of helplessness and horror, not communicating a lot to him about what had happened.

Then he turned towards Claire, his eyes running over her, searching for the wound or any additional injuries. Her calf was bandaged and resting on top of the covers, but other than that, she seemed fine. Her head moved slightly, signalizing that she was indeed okay, after which she nodded towards her nephew giving him a clue.

How the hell did an eight-year-old boy shoot his aunt?

Ethan ran a hand over his face, breathing in deeply. With no idea how to even begin the conversation, he looked at Louise. She sighed, then started explaining.

“Our genius uncle decided that Toby was old enough to try shooting an air gun. He tried to aim towards the target, but it fired early by accident.” She took a break to look at her son, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. “It just so happened that Claire was in the bullet’s way.”

“But I’m okay.” Claire rushed to reassure them, smiling softly at Toby. He started crying again, hiding his face in his mother’s sweater. Ethan sensed what she meant, walking over to the little boy and kneeling by his side.

“How are you doing, little man?” he asked, trying to test the waters before saying anything else. Toby didn’t respond, but he did turn his head to look at Ethan, his eyes red from crying.

“I- I hurt aunt Claire.” He muttered before another batch of tears gathered in his eyes. The older doctor extended his hand towards him, patting him on the shoulder comfortingly.

“I can assure you that your aunt is going to be okay. I saw her leg, it’s going to heal before you know it, yeah?” he caught Toby’s gaze, seeing him already feeling a bit better. “Let me tell you a secret. When she feels better, give her a big hug. It always works.”

“Hugs won’t always get you out of trouble, Ramsey.” The blonde doctor warned, grinning from ear to ear in a teasing manner. He schooled his features when he looked at her, then dropped the act and smirked, mischief spelled across his face as he took a step towards her.

“Ethan, no.” she warned him, her eyes growing wide. He took another step. “No.” She moved back into her bed, scooting away from him. Before she could give him another warning, he reached her and dug his fingers into her sides, tickling her mercilessly until she laughed. Claire tried to slap his hands away, to no avail, but the torture didn’t last long. Soon enough, he wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in his warm embrace.

“Am I forgiven?” his lips brushed against her ear as he muttered the question. She took a moment, keeping him on his toes, giggling when he leaned away to look at her in consternation.

“For now, you are. We’ll see later, Mister.”

Their little game seemed to do the trick; Toby calmed down, and by the time Louise took him home, he was smiling. The door closed behind them, leaving Ethan with Claire. Visiting hours were long over, but there was not a one person that came to kick him out, courtesy of them both being doctors. He remained seated in the chair next to her bed, holding onto her hand as they talked.

“Shouldn’t you go home and rest? You have a shift in the morning.” She muttered, tracing his knuckles with her thumb.

“No, I don’t. Naveen let me stay with you, make sure you don’t injure your leg further. No walking, no running, only being carried.” He grinned, leaning towards her a bit, dropping his voice to a low whisper. “I’m your very own, private taxi.”

She laughed, pulling him onto the bed by his hand. “Okay then, since you’re not going home, you’re sleeping with me.” his eyebrow shot up in a teasing manner, opening his mouth to protest, but she was faster than him. “Yes, you are forgiven, and no, I won’t take no for an answer, Ramsey. Get in here.”

Sighing heavily, he removed his shoes and sat next to her, mindful of her injured leg. He looked at the wound for a long moment, being stopped by Claire pulling him to lie down. “I’m never leaving you again when guns are involved.” He pressed his lips against her forehead, muttering the words quietly.

“Only when guns are involved?” she joked, embracing him a bit tighter. Rather than seeing, she felt him laugh.

“Okay, you just scored yourself a lifetime of being stuck with me. Is that what you wanted, Herondale?” their eyes met, sparkling with humor and love. Stretching herself to her best ability, she pressed a short, sweet kiss to his chin before falling back into his arms.

“Give me the ‘brave patient’ candy and it’s a deal”

They remained in that position for quite some time, conversing silently, his hand running up and down her leg in a soothing motion. A short while after he turned the lights off so they could get some rest, she gave him a more serious answer, her words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “I’m perfectly fine with being stuck with you.”

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #mc x ethan #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #choices #choices fanfiction #open heart #open heart fanfiction #fic #fanfiction #mc x ethan ramsey

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thisismysketchbook · 3 years

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time to be thankful

dear 2020,

you were a pain in the ass. but still, i wouldn’t delete you if i could, and that’s on the good things that happened. there were plenty of hard times, but the good ones made it all worthy. so i guess i gotta thank you after all, not only for what you gave me, but for what you took from me as well. you’ve made me realise how much friendship truly means to me, and for that i’m forever grateful. nevertheless, it’s time to let go - this is the turning page.

goodbye forever 2020,

hello 2021...

woah, what a year. i’d like to start 2021 the best way possible, and i believe that is by looking back at the good things that happened last year (it’s weird to say last year, it was literally yesterday... crazy) and thank all the people that made this year better and worth it here on tumblr. i can’t believe this is just a website after all... it’s unbelievable how much it means to me and how supportive everyone is; you had the kindest words to me when i needed them the most and that’s something that i’ll carry forever in my heart. so thank you. for everything ❤

@witchbladegirl , my dearest friend. you know everything already but i couldn’t not thank you once more. tumblr gave me one of the best friendships i have and i thank my lucky starts everyday for the opportunity to have you in my life. i feel truly blessed. i’d give you the world if i could, you deserve it all. i love you with all my heart, i always will ❤⭐

@words-left-unspoken , my greatest achievement of 2020... i still can’t believe how lucky i am to have found you. even though we’re in the beginning of our friendship i love you so much already. i feel such a special conection with you, it’s truly amazing. i think 2021 will be a great year for our frienship. can’t wait to see what’s out there for us 💕

@loohser even though we don’t talk as much now, i want you to know that i value you very much and that i love talking to you. you are such a sweet person who deserves all the happiness there is. i hope this new year brings you exactly that. and i’ll always be here for you 🥰

now for the amazing fic authors: as i’ve said before, you’ve helped me go through a lot of hard moments, either by you incredible writing or for jurst being there... and that means so much more than i’ll ever be able to thank you. each and every one of you deserves an award, so i’ll take the opportunity and give them to you as a demonstration of my appreciation hihi. can’t wait for another year with you all!!

@theweasleysredhair chloe, you’re the blog i follow for the longest time, and i don’t think you understand how thankful i am, for your fics and your sweet words. your fics are breathtaking, i won’t get tired of saying that. whenever we talk i get soo happy, you always know what to say... thank you for everything, from the bottom of my heart. i’ll give you the Most Supportive Award 🏆, because whenever i’m having a bad day you always seem to brighten it up, it’s magical 💕 i hope you have an amazing 2021 full of happiness, you deserve it

@plant-flwrs my dear, your fics are just too good for their own good (what just happened here?? haha). you have the ability to amaze me every time, i am literally so jealous of how good your writing is... and you’re also incredibly sweet like?? i’m giving you the Favourite Fred Fic of the Year Award🏆 for your fic “Smiling Kisses”. i swear to god, that fic is soooo good, i still find myself re-reading it from time to time, i can’t stop thinking about it. thank you for writing it, it warms my heart everytime 🥰 i hope 2021 treats you well

@ickle-ronniekins erica!! even though we don’t interact as much i want you to know that i absolutely adore your fics. you are incredibly kind to me, i can’t thank you enough for that. i am giving you the Favourite George Fic of the Year Award🏆 for your fic “Black & White”. listen to me, i am not a george girl but this... this has me feeling things. i freaked out when i first read it, and whenever i re-read it i get this warm feeling, like going back home, you know? it is that good.. so thank you, and i hopw you have an amazing year 😊

@wand3ringr0s3 haley, hiii!! we don’t interact that much either, but you have a-ma-zing fics that leave me speechless every time, it’s unreal how good they are... and you’re also very sweet 🥰 i’ll give you the Favourite Angst Fic of the Year Award🏆 for your “Little Bit More Time” fic. listen up, i don’t enjoy angst that much (for obvious reasons haha it’s sad), but this one, oh god this one!! it touched me deep in my heart and i still think about it and get sad but at the same it. is. so. incredibly. good. oof, anyway. your kinktober is fire as well, damn hahaha. i hope this new year brings you happiness, you deserve it <3

@harrysweasleys alexa :) i don’t interact much with you either but i’m crazy about your fics heheh they’re all sooo good, it’s crazy. i am giving you the Favourite Draco Fic of the Year Award🏆 for “A Little Sunshine Never Hurt”. i am over my draco phase but this had me question it for a while hahah it was so sweet and cute and oh god it was amazing. i loved loved loved it 💕 have an amazing year love

@starlightweasley zahra, you beautiful person!! i love your fics sooo much, from the bottom of my heart. they’re all incredibly good, i swear to god, you cannot write a single less good one hahah. i am giving you the Favourite Series of the Year Award🏆 for your series “Prophecy”. i am usually not one to be crazy over series but this one is THE series that changed it all. i’ve never been so attached to a series like this before. it is amazing, really, no words. i love it with every tiny piece of my heart💕 i hope 2021 is a great year for you

@whiz-bangs78 jess!! hello 🥰 your fics are sooo fluffy and sweet, every time i read one i get so soft, it’s a priceless feeling, really. i love love love them all. nevertheless, it’s your interactions that pop out to me. you are incredibly funny, i mean like hilarious. i go through tumblr and then i see a post of yours and i literally burst out laughing. so for that i am giving you the Makes Me Laugh the Most Award🏆! you make my day 10x better, and for that i am very thankful 💞 have a good year love

@valwritesx val, sweet sweet val :) i have to confess i have a friendcrush on you hehe, you are so kind and sweet and i really wish i had the courage to talk to you more! maybe this year i’ll be able to do it. your fics are incredible, i love them all sooo much!! but personally one thing that i admire very much about your blog is the aesthetic. god, it is perfect! i love those collages you made for the navigation links 🥺, your whole theme is incredibly well coordinated, i am sooo jealous! and for that i’ll be giving you the Most Aesthetic Award🏆, i just love the light browns and whites. i hope 2021 treats you well and brings you happiness 💕

@pansydaisy ayli!! you are literally the sweetest, most supporting, loving person out there, i admire you soo damn much! i’m giving you the Greatest Surprise Award🏆 because when i first found your blog i had a completely different image of you and talking to you, getting to know the amazing person you are was definitely the greates surprise of last year. i love your posts so so much!! i must admit that i’d love to get to know you better, i have this huge friendcrush on you 🥰 anyway, i hope this new year brings you lots of joy and love, you deserve it

@lathyrusodorxtus lee, dad. you are such an amazing person, i admire you very much, i hope you know that. i am aware that you don’t write on this blog, but i love your fics very very much. nevertheless, it is your kindness that makes you stand out the most... and it is because of that that i’ll be giving you the Most Inspiring Award🏆. you always make sure everyone feels safe, included, respected and well, i wish i had that great ability you have. you have such a good vibe, i just feel so comfortable in your blog, it is truly amazing. i hope this new year treats you as well as you treat others, because you deserve all the best in the world. you’re a beautiful soul 💕

happy new year to everyone i didn’t tag as well. hopefully it will be better than the last one. and in case you need to hear this, you are loved. you are. and you are important. there are bad things but the good ones are worth it. i’m always here.

love always,

jo x 🌙

#thank you so so much #i love you #have a great year #:))#<3

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naktergalen · 4 years

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Rivamika Fic Suggestions List

Hello! First time posting on the Rivamika side of Tumblr. I just wanted to leave some of my personal recommendations for Rivamika fan fics on here to possibly help pass the time. I know that some people in the Rivamika chat will ask or put down some fic suggestions and it sucks that the messages get deleted after 1 week. Some of these stories are widely known in this community and some I think need a little more love lol. But I hope that you enjoy these stories as much as I have. I’ve split this list up into four categories. I wanted to let people know the status of some these fics in case they did not want to start an incomplete or in progress story. I know that many people are going to noticed that the Western Passage is not on this list. Sadly, I never got around to reading it when it was written for Levi and Mikasa and I can’t seem to find it anywhere for the life of me.

All of these fics can be found on AO3. I would link them but Tumblr apparently has an issue with links. If you guys want another list of fics, just let me know or you can tell me to GTFO and I will take the hint lol! If you have any fic suggestions for me, feel free to message me with them and I can add them on to the next list if anyone wants that. If any author sees their story on here and they want me to take it off the list, please let me know I don’t wish to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Also, last thing, I highly recommend leaving comments and kudos to the authors. I know that they greatly appreciate it and it helps them with improving their writing through feedback. I’ll shut up now.

DISCLAIMER: I know that not all of these stories are not for everyone, these are just my opinions and suggestions.

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Completed:

- Finding Comfort in Burning

Author: LittleWhisperer

Rating: Mature

This is a classic Rivamika fic and I know that the community loves it (as do I). If you are looking for superb character development, look no further than this baby right here. LittleWhisperer’s writing is so well done I can’t believe that this ain’t just a famous author writing in their spare time (oh wait I think they are). They’re so descriptive with the environment that you feel as if you are there watching as the scenes unfold. It’s a captivating story from start to finish and the building of Mikasa and Levi’s passionate relationship is soo scrumptious.

- Part of Me

Author: kenken_chan

Rating: Mature

Every Rivamika fan out there has to read this story!!! I cannot describe how absolutely wonderful this fic is! I was literally left speechless after finishing the last chapter because my mind was just blown away by the conclusion of Levi and Mikasa’s relationship. This really takes you on an emotional roller coaster and you can really grasp each character’s emotions through out the story. I will give a warning before hand, there are heavy subjects and situations presented that some people may not feel comfortable with. I personally think those subjects and how they are handled is what makes this fic such a diamond in the rough but if you are feeling uncomfortable then I understand that as well. I also know this fic has been out before and that the author had made changes to it since it was first released. If you haven’t read the edited version of this story, I would say give it another read now. I would love to hear what people think after they finish reading this gem.

- A Dangerous Game

Author: LittleWhisperer

Rating: Explicit

OMG! What a ride this story was! Once I started to read the first chapter, I could not stop! It just sucked me into the story’s world and I felt like I was actually there seeing the action and environment that the author was describing. This story keeps you in suspense and on your toes for what is going to happen next in this crazy Mafia AU. The relationship between Levi and Mikasa is magnificently done as they come to realize they have more in common than they think. I enjoy LittleWhisper’s work and I recommend checking out more of their works.

- The Taste of Pomegranate

Author: alienheartattack

Rating: Teen/Explicit

I have to say that I would have not expected me to like a Ballet AU story for Rivamika, but I absolutely enjoy every second while reading this one. The way the author creates the tension between Mikasa and Levi is splendidly done in this story. There are two more one-shots that follow after the original fic but they honestly feel like two more chapters that are just continuing with the story. I would certainly read the two one-shots after your finish reading part 1, you will not regret it!

- The Song Remains the Same

Author: MoraLeeWright

Rating: Mature

I enjoy MoraLeeWright’s writing so much! I think I binged read this story in about a day, I couldn’t stop myself. This fic does a really great job of slowly building the relationship between Mikasa and Levi. It gives their perspectives on the challenges they are facing together as well as the conflicting feelings each have about the growing bond between the two of them. I know that this is a Rivamika classic among fans but if you have yet to read it, definitely check this story out!

Ongoing:

- Who Are You Calling a Bitch?

Author: xx_ciela

Rating: Mature

I was terrified that this fic would not ever get updated again, but good news its BACK! I am so excited to see where the story leads and whats going to happen to Mikasa, Levi and the other characters that are present. WAYCAB does an amazing job of mixing and twisting many different types of lore together to pull you into this fantasy type AU. Just when you think you have finally received the answers to your questions, it only lead to more questions lol. This story will keep you pensive and excited to find out what exactly is going on in this city. Its a slow burn in regards to Mikasa and Levi’s relationship, but I have a feeling that the wait will be well worth it. Undoubtedly recommend checking this out and leaving a comment for the author telling you want more!

- I Just Miss A Good Cup Of Tea

Author: EJelly

Rating: Mature

I discover this fic because of how it was blowing up in the Rivamika tag on tumblr lol. I’m soo happy that I decided on checking it out because I binged read the 28 chapters that were out already. Attack on Titan meets The Walking Dead in this baby. The way that EJelly writes action is spectacular, it feels like I’m watching a TV show. I also love the way they write in each character’s POV in order for you to understand the mind set of the characters during this zombie apocalypse. The relationship between Levi and Mikasa is beautifully built over the course of this story and I cannot wait to find out what lies ahead of them. Again, another slow burn that I have a feeling will be well worth the wait (it already has been)! Go check it out and leave a comment telling EJelly that you are excited for more!

- Just Until The Storm Has Gone (?)

Author: MoraLeeWright

Rating: Explicit

Put a question mark by this one because I’m not sure if this is still ongoing or not. Regardless of that, I urge everyone to go read this indescribable work of art. MoraLeeWright’s writing has just blossomed into such beauty and she does nothing but keep getting better as time goes on (I don’t even know how that is possible but she doing the damn thing). JUTSHG is in a class of its own, for me, in the world of Rivamika fics. This baby is from Mikasa’s perspective and it delves into her psyche as she is dealing with the after affects of war. Her relationship with Levi is so mesmerizing in this story and the way that MoraLeeWright creates their smut scenes is so yummy I just want to eat it for lunch. I can’t even call it smut because its so much more than that. You can feel the connection of two souls finally finding the other they have been looking for as well as passion they have for each other. I could go on about how much I LOVE this story but I’ll stop. This one is on my top 3 favorite Rivamika fics of all time.

Incomplete:

- No Rest for the Wicked

Author: Hallow17

Rating: Explicit

Freaking love this story and I’m SOOO SAD that its incomplete! Mikasa has to deal with the paranormal while also running a business in this fic. The budding relationship between Levi and Mikasa is well paced and so gracefully displayed that even though it is an incomplete story, it’s well worth reading the 19 chapter that have already been published. Everything you could ask for in a paranormal story is presented; ghost, action, spirits, and lots of angst! This is such a unique story its literally burned into my brain and I will never forget it. I hope that Hallow17 miraculously comes back to finish this baby off one day!

- Romance and Rivalry

Author: AmayaOkami

Rating: Explicit

I AM SO HEARTBROKEN THAT THIS STORY IS NOT COMPLETE I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN MY FEELINGS!!! Ugh, this story is soo freakin good! I know that this is another story that is popular in the Rivamika community but I have no choice but to put it here! The build up in this story is amazing that you can’t wait to read the next chapter to see what happens with Mikasa and Levi. This is such a great take on a typical romantic trope but AmayaOkami puts so much personality into the characters that it gives off such a fun and exciting vibe. The comedy and awkwardness is displayed so well that I have to stop reading because I get bad second hand embarrassment lol! Omg please read it even though its incomplete, its too much fun to pass up on. AMAYAOKAMI PLEASE I BEG YOU COME BACK AND FINISH THIS RIVAMIKA ROMCOM I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS!!!!!

One-Shot:

- Intertwining

Author: Livysan

Rating: Explicit

I’m staring off these one-shots with two of my favorite Rivamika “smut” stories. This is such a wonderfully written love scene between Mikasa and Levi. Livysan really expresses the yearning passion that Levi and Mikasa have for each and unfolds it in such a sweet and loving way. A must for any Rivamika fan to read.

- Until the Stars Disappear

Author: noiresetoiles

Rating: Mature

This is just an exquisitely done love scene between Levi and Mikasa I almost have no words for it. Its just down right BEAUTIFUL that pretty much all I can do to describe it. I really enjoyed how noiresetoiles decided to not use any dialogue in this story, it really shows how Mikasa and Levi’s actions tell how they really feel about each other. Again, a must read for Rivamika fans.

- Clean-Shaven

Author: hashire

Rating: Mature

The cute domestic fluff that we need from Levi and Mikasa! This is a one-shot but it is part of hashire’s Happily Ever After collection. The whole collection is about the domestic bliss between Mikasa and Levi after the war has come to an end. I definitely recommend reading the entire collection, you will not be sorry.

- Pure Dawn

Author: sulkyfuckingcat

Rating: Explicit

A Holiday AU that has sexual tension and smut? Count. Me. In. Pure Dawn has all the build up and smutiness that any Rivamika fan needs if they are craving it. Go check it out if you haven’t, I know that its pretty popular in the Rivamika community and I can see why lol.

- Begging for Thread

Author: villanelle

Rating: Explicit

I believe that this one has been talked about a lot in the Rivamika community but I still have to leave it here just in case someone hasn’t heard about it. Its a must read. Written from the perspective of Levi the story explores his mindset as he is trying to deal with his emotions towards Mikasa. Mikasa has some taunting tendencies in this fic which I love as well.

- Looking Into the Heart of Light

Author: hashire

Rating: Explicit

Again, another domestic bliss fic about an eventful evening between Levi and Mikasa. Its a pretty quick read but its too cute to pass up. If your looking for a quick Rivamika fix then this is the fic for you.

#rivamika #levimika #levikasa #mikasa x levi #levi x mikasa #rivamika fic #fanfic #im bored in quarantine #so im reading

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maybank-starkey-obx · 4 years

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The Start of Something New

Chapter 3 -- Stressed

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Synopsis: JJ and you have been best friends for years. JJ’s dad doesn’t care about him, and you’re emancipated neither of you really want to go to college, so you say fuck it, take all your life savings and move to yucatán and open a surf shop. Where things could get interesting between you two!

Warnings: Swearing, and probably nothing too bad right now

Also, this is slightly a filler! The next chapters are gonna be wayyy more interesting. *maybe some editting errors*

Kiara pulls me into a hug and sighs.

“You better text me and... if you guys go to Yucatan, I wanna hear about it,” Kie says pulling away from our hug.

“Obviously,” You nod. “You have a great time saving the world,” you tell her and she nods and turns to JJ.

“You,” she says to him with a laugh.

“You,” he replies.

“I know you’re gonna miss me,” she tells him and he rolls his eyes, but laughs at her.

“You’re gonna miss me more,” he replies and she shakes her heaad.

“C’mere,” she opens her arms. “I’ll see you around dude.”

“If you come to Yucatan yeah,” he hugs her back and she laughs.

“Maybe!” She nods. “I am in the peace corp, I’m sure I can head down to Mexico,” she says and they pull away from each other. “Well...” she says grabbing her suitcase. “I gotta get back to my parents before they kill me,” she laughs.

“Love you Kie!” You exclaim.

“Love ya!” She grins and she walks to teh front door of the Chateau and leaves us.

Kiara was the last to go. First it was Pope, because he was the over-achiever and needed to prepare. Then it was John B and Sarah, becuase they wanted to get familiar with South Carolina, now it was Kie. She’s slowly going to save the world from all the damage people have done.

Now what was left... you and JJ. And you plan to go to Yucatan. You look at JJ.

“So,” you say.

“So,” he replies. “Do we just leave now too?” He asks and you laugh.

“Dude, we still need tickets and what not,” You tell him, turning and walking toward the kitchen.

“Well, let’s get them so we can get the fuck outta this town,” he follows you into the kitchen.

“Is it that easy?” You ask. Just a week ago you were very excited to go, but then your anxiety hit you hard. All you could think about was the money, and if you guys would have enough to live together and want to start a shop. It was at the tip of you head all the time, and you didn’t tell JJ because only one of your needed to be stressed, and you also thought that it woulnd’t be that bad, and you were just being dramatic in your own head. But you didn’t know if it would be that easy to just move there and work.

“Yes,” JJ says and you move some plates from the kitchen counter, cleaning was a source for you when you get stressed. All your friends were gone, you guys want to go to Yucatan. This was all crazy.

“(Y/N),” JJ says.

“Hmm?” You ask washing the dishes. He then turns the water tap off and sighs.

“Dude,” he says and grabs your arm to turn you to look at him. “Stop stressing out.”

“I’m not,” You mumble.

“You are,” he says. “I know that you think about the money and the stress of moving somewhere new... and our friends that are already gone!” He said. “But it’s fine,” he tells you. “Really it will be fine. It’s not like when we get there we are gonna blow all our money, or go and buy something. Even I’m not that stupid,” he chuckles and you grab a kitchen towel and wipe the counters. “(Y/N), we have each other, you don’t need to be stressed about everything,” he says and you sigh.

“I know,” you nod.

“Do you? Becuase you’re cleaning like a maniac,” he points out and you laugh. “You are my best friend, I know your little manuevers,” he adds grabbing the towel to stop you. “Now stop it!”

“This place is a mess, at least we can leave it clean,” I tell him attempting to grab the towel back but he moves it out of my reach.

“Not until you stop acting like a mom who forgot the snacks for her kids soccer game,” he laughs at his own statement and you laugh.

“What?” You act and he shrugs.

“It’s true” he said.

“No it’s not,” you mutter. “Now help me clean up and then we can pack up and leave this place... in a couple of days,” you tell him.

“Couple of days? I’m talking about right now!” He said and you give him a look.

“That’s ridiculous, we can leave on Friday JJ,” You say. “That’s reasonable and still very fast.”

“Wednesday?” He asks and you stand there with the same look on your face. “Thursday?” He questions.

“JJ,” you say.

“Fine Friday,” he sighs. “You always get what you want.”

“And,” You shrug. “Now help me clean up.”

“We’re leaving Friday and I have to clean?” He asks. “This isn’t even our place... technically.”

“But John B let us stay here for free,” You point out and he sighs. “I just want to leave with a clean conscience.”

“Oh a clean conscience about the god damn house?” He asks and you laugh.

“Shut up,” You say. “Go grab the cans from the living room,” you finally grab the towel from him. “That’s all you have to do.”

“Fine mom,” he sighs turning to do what you told him and you laugh shaking your head. No stress! JJ is right, it’ll be great.

You scroll through your laptop, on a ticket website looking for the cheapest tickets you can find to Yucatan. You were sitting in the living room of The Chateau, which was finally clean, mostly thanks to you, but with a little help from JJ.

“Hey, what’re you doing?” JJ walks in with a sandwich in hand and cheetos in the other and he jumps onto the couch glancing at the laptop and then taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Looking for plane tickets,” You reply and put your hand in the cheeto bag and take some to eat.

“Oh,” he nods. “Find anything?” He asks and you shrug. “Can we go first class?” He asks and leans his head on your shoulder and stretches his legs out on the couch.

“FIrst class?” You ask. “JJ, 200 and something is what I can find for coach, and that’s not even that expensive,” you retort and he laughs at himself.

“Sorry for wanting to live lavish,” he shrugs. “What’s wrong with 200?” He asks.

“I’m just trying to find a good airline,” you reply. “I don’t want to go on a plane that’ll crash us.”

“Okay,” he says. “I’m just gonna turn on the tv,” he adds.

“Sure,” you shrug and grab some more cheetos looking at the computer to find something. 200 was the cheapest for each of you and you were surprised by the price, because it’s really not that bad, it’s pretty good. So you’ll probably get those ones.

“JJ,” You say and he nods, his mouth full. “You know we might regret this right?” you say pressing onto the cheapest tickets you found online.

“No we won’t,” he mumbles, cheeto dust spilling out of his mouth as he spoke.

“Well, just telling you that. Becuase I’m about to get the tickets,” you say and he turns.

“Really?” He asks and looks at the laptop. “Do it!” He smiles like a little kid, his mouth still full.

“Swallow your food,” you push his head away and he laughs gulping.

“How much are they?” He asks.

“250, each,” you said. “Which is really good,” you add.

“Yeah,” he say. “Get them!” He exclaims.

You made sure to put some money on your card earlier today so you could get the tickets online, so you also wouldn’t have to freak out about getting them at the ariport or something. You can get this out of the way, and focus on everything else. you have enough on you plate and JJ, is the calm one of you two. At least, when it comes to worrying about anything. You thought that all to yourself and shook your head.

“If you don’t press the button (Y/N), I will,” he nudges your hand.

“I still need to put the info in... idiot,” you retort.

“Oh right,” he says. “Call me when you buy them,” he turns back to the tv.

“Call you?” You laugh.

“You know what I mean.”

You turn back to the laptop and your fingers hover over the keyboard, just about to fill out the information for the tickets, for you guys to go to Yucatan, all the way in Mexico. This was seriously happening.

You fill out the information the tickets need, you knew all of JJ’s details... because he’s literally an open book. So really, it was easier than you thought. Soon enough, you pressed buy and it processed... and processed. And then it said... successful ‘You have bought 2 airplane tickets to Merida airport, Yucatan, Mexico,’

“JJ!” You tap him and he turns. “It’s done.”

“It’s done!?” He asks and sits up. “We’re going to Mexico?”

“We’re going to Mexico!” You nod with a grin and he smiles.

“Yes!” He says. “It’s official (Y/N)!” He says and then pulls you into a hug and you laugh hugging him back. “Just me and you bub,” he says.

Bub was something you and JJ have called each other for the longest time. It kind of stuck after you called him it once when you were younger and you just kept it up back and forth. Now it was a nickname for you two.

“Just us bub!” You sigh.

“Finally living the life,” he pulls back and you nod. “Let’s pack!”

“We have till Friday,” you laugh at him.

“I’m too hyped to wait!” He stands up. “We are leaving the OBX and never looking back. This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life,” he says.

“Yeah, I can tell,” you nod.

“I’m seriosu (Y/N),” he sits back down looking at you. “Thanks for saying yes,” he says.

“Why are you thanking me weirdo,” you shrug. “Of course I’ll say yes for you!”

“Seriously... you’re the best,” he tells you and you smile.

“I know I am,” you reply and he laughs rolling his eyes. “Now, let’s just watch a movie and not pack.”

“Fine,” he sits back and I shut the laptop and turn to the tv. It was set in stone now. No going back.

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A/N

Sorry if this isn’t the best chapter guys, I just needed a little filler before I get to the good stuff. But I still hope you enjoy it! There is definitely more to come!

Tag list 💕

@ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @queenofthepouges @obxlife @pougestyle17 @caswinchester2000 @coloradogirl07 @sexualparkour @x-lulu @julesclues @junkiemuppettxx

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heyninja · 3 years

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tag game ✨

tagged by @howdydowdy

1. why did you choose your URL?

So as far as participating in and really ~appearing~ in internet culture, that was late 90s-early 00s for me, and it was basically just like the tumblr username culture is now in some corners. Pick it up, put it down, sometimes it makes sense, sometimes it doesn't. So one of my rinse-repeat cycles of this I chose heyninja for my LJ and it just... stuck. For EVERYTHING. The only through line is that I walk really quietly (if you can hear me coming either something out of my control has happened or I'm trying to put you at ease because that many people have freaked out about being startled) so people started calling me a ninja.

2. any sideblogs?

I have a couple snapped up but I don't use them.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

Since the beginning. I snapped up the URL immediately. I haven't posted from the beginning but I've always been here.

4. do you have a queue tag?

No. I rarely queue anything, so I don't see the point in...mentioning it? I guess.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

This kind of runs into the question of why I do anything on the internet, and the answer is: if you can figure out why I do anything anyone can see on the internet, you let me know. Before I made actual tumbr friends and started making content, mostly it was just to find things I liked and to hoard them for myself to look at. Now I just do all of it.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

So Kenzi from Lost Girl is my Patronus. She's my kind of goth (I literally own one of her pairs of boots), she's brave and sweet and even if they did her kind of dirty later, the first couple seasons of her character were basically just a balm for my soul. Also I like characters that talk similarly to how I talk, and she's Team Dyson as am I. I chose this SPECIFIC shot though because this episode and scene shows her going from suspicious to smiling and I love that about her. It's also my discord icon.

7. why did you choose your header?

Desktop has no header, but my mobile is just a tiled header in different blues. I like things that aren't too busy (please see re: coming up in late 90s-early 00s - webdesign was hostile to your eyes, internet connection and any principles of simplicity)

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

This Yunmeng Bros meta post by 16 notes over this Cherry Maho meme - it's neck and neck, lads.

9. how many mutuals do you have <3?

Like...12? I don't know, I never check.

10. how many followers do you have?

Double digits

11. how many people do you follow?

Also double digits

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

I mean...the argument could be made that I am a shitpost but it's also likely I've made one.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Like I'm in and out. Sometimes it's more or less, depending on how wild things are (the first week of November 2020 I was glued to Tumblr) but ehhh.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

I don't think I did? Doesn't mean it didn't happen but either I forgot or I didn't classify it as important so ymmv. I did do my part in a massive call out of a toxic person in a certain corner of things but I did not receive backlash or anything from that.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts

I feel about the same as I did when I got the "you have to send this to 15 people or else" chain emails back in the day. Imagine getting sent one of those and having a very self-righteous 13 year old reply-all back to you and a frillion of your friends about how causation, correlation, and idiocy are not the same thing.

16. do you like tag games?

Mostly. Sometimes I forget them or the questions are ones I either have answered or I feel weird about answering, but mostly I enjoy them.

17. do you like ask games?

I like talking about myself! lol

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Quite a few of them - a lot of them are more "famous" then me. Though I don't get a lot of apparent traction though on posts - I don't talk much just off the cuff, I'm learning I actually do seem to be getting traction pretty well on my actual content creation posts - fics or memes. So I don't know. COME SAY HI PEOPLE. I like people. Talk to me. I chatter and love people and will be ridiculous but in a goofy fond way. But yeah, quite a few of my mutuals have much higher follower counts than me.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I do have a very large amount of love for one mutual in particular and she knows who she is ❄️ 💖... but I do have several, mostly bitty, little other crushes (but I'm poly and I know other people aren't so I try to keep those to myself)

Don't normally tag but if you haven't answered this and are willing:

@seokjingaycult @clockworkish @inkedscribbles @emrysmerlyn

#tag game ✨#ask game #no pressure #just amusement

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baeklooming-day · 4 years

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Watermelon | Baekhyun

Summary: Is there something going on between you and your cousin?

Genre: third cousin!AU, fluffish

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I don’t know why cousins though, don’t ask me. And if you know my writings... then no, this one ISN’T my real life inspired, unfortunately I don’t have any handsome third or fourth cousins lololol

“Do you like watermelons?”

Watermelons, watermelons, watermelons.

Watermelon to the right, watermelon to the left.

Watermelons literally everywhere you looked.

It was June, so it wasn’t new or unusual to see, knowing that the season already started.

You were out almost every single day, running errands, going to the mall, to Starbucks, or going out just to walk around and look at the people and the world outside.

One reason for that was that, that at the very moment you had all the time in the world and more, because you just started your well deserved break you were waiting for, worry-less and most importantly, assignment-less.

Another reason for the mentioned activities was the visit of your favourite cousin who, for some reason clearly wanted to show off in every part of your city at least two times.

Well, even though this time it wasn’t actually just a simple visit anymore, for he and his family decided to move close to yours very much out of nowhere.

You weren’t complaining, though. Even though Baekhyun was your third cousin, obviously not close related but just to some extent, if somebody asked you two would always reply addressing yourselves as just cousins.

Whilst other people during the family meetings would say that they talk behind the rest’s backs with their favourite cousin, Baekhyun would be exactly that one cousin for you.

“I like peaches more.” You replied, throwing a look at Baekhyun who was walking closely next to you.

“Woah” He tapped his lower lip. “Which one was the third one?”

“Pineapple.”

“And the word?”

“Sultry?”

“Why is everything you like somewhat sexually related?” Baekhyun stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, continuing to tap on his lip with a playful, teasing smile.

“Continue this, and that watermelon over there will be more related to your nose than we are when I smash that on it.” You replied, but letting out a laugh nonetheless.

“Come on” Said Baekhyun, throwing his right arm around your shoulders.

That evening you were actually supposed to meet up with some of Baekhyun’s friends who haven’t seen him for quite some time.

You didn’t really want to go, but he insisted that you tag along with him.

You never met his friends in person, merely heard about them when Baekhyun was in his storytelling mode.

You countinued walking to the spot where you were supposed to meet them, which was near the biggest mall in your city.

As you walked, you couldn’t not notice some girls looking over at the two of you, or more like looking over at Baekhyun with heart eyes and blushing cheeks, almost like the shade of those newly promoted watermelon teas which you saw when you walked by a Starbucks window on your way.

They were practically outrageously ogling your freaking cousin, which to be completely honest really revolted you for some reason.

Not because Baekhyun wasn’t handsome, because he really, really was.

Sometimes you thought to yourself that even way too handsome for everyone’s liking, because it could already be considered a crime to have a cousin that handsome.

Because he was still your cousin, whether you liked it or not.

And even if you didn’t want to admit it, sometimes you literally felt a physical pain because of that.

If you weren’t related, you would ask him out on the spot. That’s what you always thought.

But then, as soon as all those girls noticed one of his arms continually clinging onto you, their lovey expressions quickly disappeared only to be replaced by disappointed ones.

You wanted to laugh, but stopped yourself. They probably thought that he was your boyfriend, that must have been a reason for those disappointed looks.

You knew that it was actually allowed to date your own cousin if the general relation was distant enough, but you pushed that thought aside quicker than it appeared.

You couldn’t be sure. And you weren’t sure what Baekhyun would have to say about it, let alone your family.

You asked yourself if he even did know that something like that was allowed, sometimes you couldn’t hold back your crazy thoughts that possibly he did, considering the way he always talked to you, looked at you, or even touched you.

You mentally punched yourself, trying to stop thinking about it.

Failed.

“Baekhyun, I’m thirsty.” You stated.

“There is a dark corner in the alleyway, none walks by...” It was obvious he was joking again, but all jokes aside, did he really have to do that? Damn it.

“You sick person.” You simply replied, asking yourself again what on earth did you do to deserve all this. “There is a bigger Starbucks over there, I want that watermelon tea or whatever.”

You didn’t even wait for a reply, just pulled him by the wrist and entered through the glass door.

Luckily for you the line, even though it was really long, went really quick and soon you were holding your cold watermelon tea with ice in your right hand.

Exactly what you needed right now.

Just when you were leaving, the moment you opened the glass door again, you instantaneously heard a loud, cheerful voice calling out.

“Ooh, is that our Baekhyun???”

Your and Baekhyun’s heads immediately snapped in the direction where the voice was coming from. To your view came eight other boys, supposedly his friends.

Well, that was quite a lot of people in your opinion.

“What are you doing here? Weren’t we supposed to meet elsewhere” Baekhyun asked, but smiled widely nonetheless at the view of them.

“We were just going to the mall when we saw you” Replied a tall one, with big eyes and equally big ears.

You were quietly observing them as they greeted each other one by one whilst sipping on your cold tea, when you suddenly felt eight pairs of eyes on yourself followed by a very obvious ‘wow’.

“Aaaaaaaand, who’s that beautiful little lady?”

“What?” You asked a little bewildered.

“Who are you calling a ‘beautiful little lady’, you creep?” You noticed Baekhyun’s tone immediately dropping. Woah, alright, you thought, that tone was completely new to you. It also left you totally flabbergasted when instead of casually throwing his arm around your shoulders, it circled your waist and ever so gently pulled you closer to him. Just stay calm, girl. “That’s my cousin, y’all.” Baekhyun finished.

Right. You are his cousin.

“THAT is your cousin???” An utter surprise was audible, the boys looking at you with even more surprised expressions.

“Yeah, and she is off limits. Don’t even consider making a move, even in your dreams.” Baekhyun answered, his arm still around your waist holding you closely to him.

“Alright, alright. But why didn’t you tell us that your cousin is that beautiful?” Asked the same one as before.

“Well,” Baekhyun started. “Uhm, listen, we actually must stop somewhere, can y’all already go to the mall and we will join you soon?”

“Yeah, alright” They replied, going to the said direction.

As they were slowly disappearing, you could still hear some fragments of their conversation.

“She is extremely pretty.”

“She’s freaking breathtaking! What on earth even”

You snorted, amused. That was interesting.

You looked up when you felt a gentle touch lingering, surprisingly this time, on your hand.

Don’t freak out, girl.

“Can we go up?” Baekhyun pointed back to the big Starbucks building, which actually had multiple floors with a lovely kind of viewing point on the last floor.

“Uhm, yeah.” You replied.

You let him pull you back to the building, mentally preparing yourself for whatever was about to come now, seeing that despite everything you started to freak out.

When you finally arrived on the last floor, with none else around at that time, Baekhyun gently pulled you in again, looking more serious than ever before, which wasn’t helping at all in calming down.

“I must ask you a question. Just... don’t freak out.” He started, taking a deep breath. “Do you know that third, fourth, and all that, cousins are allowed to date and even get married and have children?”

You were happy that you already finished that tea, otherwise you would probably spit everything out, including the ice.

Naturally, you did know that.

“You know me too well, you know that I prefer to say everything like it is. I planned to wait, actually. But just now when I saw even more guys drooling at the sight of you, I just couldn’t.” He took an even deeper breath now. “I love you. And I’m in love with you. And you’re my third cousin, so I’m allowed to.”

You were completely surprised.

Your amazingly handsome third cousin who you actually really were allowed to date, was just telling you that he was in love with you?

“Sweetie?” He said a little worried, when you didn’t answer.

“I love you too.”

You watched the most beautiful smile in the world appearing on his handsome face, followed by a watermelon worthy blush.

Baekhyun was now very shyly interlocking his fingers with yours. “What a relief.”

“Why?” You asked, mirroring his expression.

“Because I’ve always wanted to smooch those dewy cheeks without making it look weird.” A dazzling smile again.

“There, there. You look like a watermelon.”

But you knew that he wasn’t alone in this, sensing the feeling on your own cheeks which, obviously wasn’t because of the sun.

A/N: This came out even sicker than Peach Tea, what the actual phuk

Tysm for reading tho

Reblogs and opinions are very appreciated <3

#exo #exo scenarios #exo scenario #baekhyun #baekhyun scenarios #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun imagines #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun angst #baekhyun fic #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo fluff #exo imagines #exo imagine

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reddieorrnot · 5 years

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Richie is a pizza delivery boy and Eddie is in college but is going through a health nut faze. He orders something like thin crust pizza with spinach and the... bread? part is whole wheat. So when Richie takes it to him he teases Eddie about it and bada bing bada boom romance ensues

anon i’m LOVING it

okay so richie takes a gap year to raise some money

because his parents have enough to help him out with college, just not enough for the full ride

but that’s okay!!! richie tells them that he is totally okay with “getting my elbows greasy and making money!”

went tozier does not like that analogy

anyways richie settles on a pizzeria, because he likes to joke to stan that he’s literally “making that dough”

stan does not like that joke

it’s a cool job, he sees different people every day

they don’t usually put richie on chef duty though, considering sometimes he gets so distracted he’ll burn a pizza

or two

what richie is really great at is delivery

he’s quick, makes jokes with customers at their door to make them laugh, and gets a nice tip

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like his job

one night, things are pretty slow

it’s a tuesday so not many people are calling in for pizza deliveries

richie is just sitting around the pizzeria, eating the occasional bread stick that gets tossed in the ‘non-presentable’ pile

beverly works there too, and is much better at the cooking

she jokes around with richie while trying to not get any flour on her face, which richie takes care of by rubbing some on her face himself

“what the fuck, man!”

richie holds his sides from laughing so hard

suddenly one of the other employees walks into the kitchen, holding up a piece of paper, an order

they look confused which confuses richie and beverly

“so uh... we’ve got an order for you to deliver, richie”

“nice! been pretty slow this night, ain’t it been, chap?”

“sure, beverly... it’s a weird one”

beverly furrows her eyebrows and takes the piece of paper, suddenly bursting into laughter

richie cocks his head to the side and reads the order

it calls for a thin crust pizza, which no one ever gets, only spinach as the topping, and... whole wheat dough?

it’s incredibly odd, especially considering usual orders were much more fattening and calorie full

beverly just giggles and says “this is the first time i’ve ever even thought about putting spinach on a pizza!”

richie shakes his head grinning, “can’t wait to see the wacko who ordered this”

richie stays in the kitchen, waiting for beverly to finish the pizza

when she’s done, he puts on his delivery boy hat, which squished down his curls and makes them come out at the sides of his head

“you look twelve”

“beverly, trust me, if i had looked this hot at twelve i wouldn’t even need to go to college!”

“i doubt that”

he leaves the pizzeria and inputs the address into his gps, noticing that the customers house is actually in an area pretty familiar to richie, and also very close to the nearby university

he assumes this is some weird health freak, probably super fit and tall... and weird

when he gets to the customers house, it looks normal

richie finds this disappointing

he gets out of the car with the pizza box and walks along the front lawn, making his way to their front door

richie then rings the doorbell, awaiting the consumer

“wow, that was really fast!”

it’s all richie hears before he notices the door has been open and holy shit

this is the most beautiful boy richie has ever laid his eyes on

he’s wearing a brown sweatshirt, embroidered with the university name, and light grey sweatpants

his hair is slightly wavy but still neatly done, and richie can’t believe eyes that breath taking exist

they’re warm and chocolate and richie swears he’s drowning in them deeper with every seconds that passes

“well, can’t have a slow delivery boy, can we? pizza would get cold before it even got to you!” richie nervously laughs, feeling too flustered to even remember what he says after it’s left his mouth

but to his excitement, the boy across from him giggles at his remark, and quirks an eyebrow

“you know those uber eats people sometimes eat customers food? i keep hearing about that... you didn’t happen to take a slice from me, did you?”

it’s an obvious joke, and well executed one too, which makes richie feel even more smitten

“if i tell you now, that’d ruin the surprise!” richie teases him back, motioning to the pizza box

there’s a beat of silence before richie speaks again

“okay i’ve gotta ask, what the hell type of pizza do you like?”

the brown eyed boy’s nose scrunches, “what do you mean?”

richie throws his head back in laughter

“this pizza! thin crust? spinach? what are you, some type of rabbit?”

richie usually doesn’t think before he speaks, so he’s suddenly hyper aware that he might’ve been too harsh

luckily he simply receives an eye roll and chuckle

“i’m kinda in a health freak phase, trying to find out what’s the healthiest option for me during cravings for junk food”

richie nods, understanding, “that makes a lot more sense than my secretly a werewolf like rabbit theory”

“that would have been so much more interesting though! god i’m sorry i didn’t live up to your supernatural expectations,”

richie swallows nervously before speaking, “well you definitely passed some other expectations”

he throws in a wink

richie grins when the boy turns pink at his flirting

“trying to rack up the tip?”

“nah, unless that’ll work?”

it prompts laughter out of both of them, and richie watches as the customer turns to go get his wallet as he says

richie stands there, feeling a bit weird when he tries to peer into what he can see of the home in front of him

he’s just interested

everything seems very neat, and calming

there’s a photograph of the boy who bought the pizza and another boy in a flannel hugging

richie really prays to the universe this guy doesn’t have a boyfriend

time seems to go on forever until the brunette is back in front of him, handing over the needed cash

richie takes the money and hands over the pizza box

he bites his lip when he notices he didn’t get any tip, suddenly worried he had come off weird and creepy

“oh! nearly forgot to tip you!”

richie looks back up and sees the guy holding a piece of paper, the pink tint back in his cheeks as he does so

richie takes the piece of paper and reads it

it’s a phone number, and it’s signed with “call me, delivery boy -Eddie <3”

richie whispers into the night air, “eddie.”

and eddie smiles, reading richie’s name tag and whispers, “richie.”

they both stand their stupidly grinning at each other, the quiet not bothering either of them

until richie’s phone goes off

richie apologizes and hastily takes the phone out of his pocket

beverly is calling him, and he knows it’s probably about some other incoming order

he looks back at eddie one last time

“well, looks like i’ve got to head back to the war, darlin’”

“call me when you get out,”

richie can only smile as he nods

“will do”

he starts to walk back to his car, and turns around at one point just in time to see eddie closing his front door with the biggest grin

the same grin dances on richie’s lips as he drives back to the pizzeria

#reddie #richie tozier #reddie fic #reddie au #eddie kaspbrak #richie x eddie #this was so cute to write #it

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sunflowerhae · 4 years

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butterflies by Kacey musgraves with jeno pls 🥺 I was LITERALLY listening to this song while I saw your post and took it as a sign 🥺

|📣 ▹▹ it WAS a sign my love! Enjoy! Also, I will say this is a bit longer than the others, so yeah lol🦋

Send in your own request!✨🍰🌙

|⚠️ caterpillar’s unfortunate death

“I was just coasting, never really going anywhere. Caught up in a web, I was getting kind of used to staying there”

You’ve known you didn’t like Lee Jeno since you were eight years old.

It was October; the leaves on the ground made loud, crunchy noises that were music to your ears when you walked home, and the weather was just cold enough for your mother to pack you into a light blue jacket and pull a beanie over your head before sending you off with a kiss and your peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

It was the day you had been waiting for, for what seemed like weeks; Miss Stacy’s First Grade Class was going to start raising butterflies.

You had been paired off into groups of four kids to one butterfly. You were in a group with a young girl named Yeri, and two boys named Renjun and Jeno. You would sometimes play tag with Yeri, and Renjun was your tetherball partner. You hadn’t had many interactions with Jeno; the older boy was always too busy playing kickball with the other boys to play with any of the girls - let alone you - but it didn’t matter to you; nothing did. All you could focus on was your beautiful caterpillar, and the excitement you felt about raising and then releasing it.

You had a routine.

Everyday, Renjun and you would come into the class and check on your caterpillar; change it’s water, give it more leaves; anything it needed, you gave it. In the afternoon, after lunch, Jeno and Yeri would do the same. However, that day Yeri had left school at lunch; her retreating figure slumping along as she did the walk of shame to her mother; anxious about the dentist appointment she had. You didn’t think twice before getting up from your spot under the tree and walking to the sand field not far from you; Jeno’s figure in your line of sight. He was waiting for his turn up to kick, laughing at something Na Jaemin had whispered to him, when he felt a small peck on his shoulder.

“H-hi Jeno oppa,” You shyly mumbled while looking down at your light up sketchers, not used to interacting with the elder boy.

“Hi.”

“So um, Yeri unnie left for the day, so I’ll be helping you with your caterpillar duties.”

Jeno gave you a confused look. “Oh, Why did noona leave?”

“Um, a dentist appointment I think.”

He shrugged his shoulders and gave you a weak, “okay,” Before turning back to the game.

You thought it was okay.

But clearly, it was not.

“I don’t understand why we even have to do this.” Jeno whined next to you as you wrote down how much the caterpillar had eaten since this morning to now (2 WHOLE leaves).

“Because, well...it’s cute” you shrugged.

“Well, I don’t want to do this lame work. We wouldn’t have to if we just killed the bug.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Kill the caterpillar? Not on your watch.

“N-no! We can’t kill it! It’s a living thing! Would you kill a cat?”

Jeno’s eyes went wide, and he frantically shook his head. “No! But this isn’t a cat, it’s a caterpillar!” He laughed.

You didn’t think this was a laughing matter, so you gave a small ‘humph’ and turned your head so you weren’t looking at Jeno anymore. Jeno, wanting to play a small joke on you, took this opportunity to silently open the caterpillar's cage, take out said caterpillar, and hide it in between his hands. He thought it was so funny; seeing you turn and freak out because the caterpillar wasn’t there anymore.

What wasn’t funny was when Jeno totally forgot living things need air to breathe.

It was quite a scene to behold; you were standing by the teacher's desk, sobbing so hard that snot came out of your nose, while softly holding the dead caterpillar's body in your little hands and caressing it with your left index finger. You couldn’t help but feel absolutely terrible. Somewhere out there, a little mommy butterfly is wondering when her baby will be home from his adventures in human children's land, and he’ll never return. He’ll never get to turn into a beautiful butterfly, and fly in the wind; spreading his beauty.

Jeno was also trying not the cry. He didn’t mean to kill the caterpillar. He just wanted to play a small prank on the girl he thought was pretty like his mommy. He did actually want to see the caterpillar turn into a butterfly. Renjun tried assuring him that it wasn’t a big deal, but Jeno still felt guilty. Especially when you wouldn’t stop caressing and petting the caterpillar, saying that, that way it doesn’t feel scared, or lonely. Saying that out loud to your teacher made you cry even more, and you didn’t stop crying until you were safely in the arms of your own mommy, while she pet your hair and held you while walking to the car.

The next day, you saw Jeno laughing and playing with his friends; seemingly having forgotten all about the caterpillar incident the day before. Your blood boiled. In the end, you got put into another caterpillar group, and got to release the butterflies anyway; but you never forgot about that one caterpillar incident with Jeno, and you vowed to never let your guard down around the older boy, and to always hate him.

And you had perfectly upheld that vow until sophomore year of high school.

“Now you're lifting me up, instead of holding me down Stealing my heart instead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings round my wings that were tied”

Week 1

“It’s your fault we’re in here, so shut up!” Jeno had been nothing short of annoying for the past week while you both sat out your punishments in after school detention.

Why were you in after school detention, you ask?

It was no surprise that you two went the ways you did after elementary school. Jeno, being the most popular varsity soccer player by sophomore year - and you, being a valued member (gunning for president by senior year) of the photography club. It was because of the ways you two went, that you ended up in the position of taking the soccer photos for the yearbook. You had to stay at their practice for the whole two hours, but took a break halfway through to catch up on a bit of homework. Jeno, wanting to always be the center of (your) attention, thought it would be a hilarious prank to kick a soccer ball at you while you were looking down at your homework. The first time was harmless. It landed at your feet and startled you, sure, but you just glared at a laughing Jeno while throwing it - albeit, weakly - back. However, the second time he kicked it, neither of you got so lucky.

And that’s how you ended up with a broken $630 camera, Jeno with a bruised (you weren’t that good at punching) nose, and the both of you with a months worth of after school detention.

“My fault?! You’re the one that punched me!” You both sat at opposite ends of the classroom, but that didn’t stop you from fighting. The teacher had walked out to go get more coffee, so you two were free to argue.

“And you’re the one that broke my camera!” You fired back, which initiated you both yelling on top of each other in anger. Jeno wouldn’t usually be too upset about a small incident like this, but after school detention collided with his soccer schedule - which meant that for the next month, Jeno was off the team.

And boy, did he hate that.

“ENOUGH enough! Listen, I really don’t want to talk to you, so you stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine, deal?” You offered, already tired of yelling. Thankfully, Jeno mumbled out a,

“Fine,” and turned his gaze out the window with a sigh, just as the teacher was walking back in.

Week 2

“I need help with my homework.” Many people thought you were an easy A kind of person. You came off as a smart kid, but you secretly kept it in that your grades were genuinely terrible, and just prayed that no one found out.

Usually you would be with your math tutor, but with after school detention, that wasn’t possible. The teacher was, once again, not in the room (that happened a lot, although the times she was there, she was sleeping), and so your only hope was unfortunately, well, Lee Jeno. You knew he was smart - sports kids had to have good grades. You really hoped that he would help you, and wouldn’t laugh, and wouldn’t tell anyone that he did.

When he heard you, he was so ready to laugh in your face and spit out a “no way”, but when he looked up and saw your pouty gaze, well, he was sold. So, instead, he mumbled out a small, “yeah sure” - to which you smiled and took a seat next to him.

It was only once you were already out of the school building did you realize that not only did you two not fight that whole time, but you actually made jokes with each other, and you sat with him the rest of detention.

Shit.

Week 3

“-And so I quickly grabbed her and said ‘no yeri, those aren’t eggs!’ And she spit them out onto the floor while yelling!” The milk Jeno was in the middle of downing quickly flew from his nostrils as he broke out in laughter at the climax of the story you were telling him. You quickly had to shush him while laughing yourself; making wide eyed glances back and forth between him and your detention teachers slumped figure.

It wasn’t that you two were friends, oh no, definitely not. You just had no one else to talk to in detention, so Jeno and you found yourselves sitting next to each other and actually having civilized conversations that didn’t end in having to be separated. The thought of you two being friends still disgusted you, and you refused to admit that you were becoming close.

This is as far as I will get you told yourself.

I only have one more week, and then I can go back to hating him.

But do I still want to?

You didn’t know this, obviously, but Jeno was thinking the same thing.

Week 4

You and Jeno were slowly walking down the empty hallways of your school after your last detention together. Not a word was said between the two of you; both afraid of what might be shared.

You didn’t want to stop talking to Jeno. In the last four weeks, you’ve come to actually enjoy your time together - finding that you had more in common than you thought. While you never would have admitted it before, you’ve always kind of wanted to get to know Jeno, even if you did think he was a jerk. So the idea of not talking to him made you quite upset, though you tried not to show it.

Finally, the two of you got to the entrance doors of your high school, but neither pushed them open. You both just stood there, exchanging awkward glances back and forth, and hoping that the other wouldn’t leave. This went on for around a minute, before something was finally said by Jeno, “y/n, can I be honest,” you nodded, “I don’t want to go back to hating you.”

“Same!” You exclaimed a bit too quickly, the both of you giggling messes at the fact.

“Actually, if it’s alright with you, I was wondering if you, maybe, I don’t know, wanted to see a movie with me tomorrow?” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, and in the pit of your stomach, you could feel a lonely little butterfly begin to flap its wings as you nodded at his offer with a smile on your face.

“Now I remember what it feels like to fly You give me butterflies”

The breeze from the open windows pulled and pushed your hair every which way as you closed your eyes and smiled from your spot in the passenger seat.

The speaker was blasting with Kacey Musgraves, and you almost felt yourself falling asleep, but the hand that slid into your own had you opening your eyes and glancing at the boy occupying the driver's seat. He was glancing back and forth between the road and yourself with a smile on his face, and you couldn’t help the content sigh that fell past your lips.

“What’s up, baby?” Jeno mumbled, always worried when it came to you.

“Nothing, you just make me so happy.”

Jeno’s smile widened, and he brought your interlocked hands up to his lips, and kissed the back of your hand, before looking at you and saying, “happy three year anniversary”.

First, your mind is occupied with that little 8th year old girl, crying while glancing down at the dead caterpillar in her hands.

Then, you think back to that moment in front of the entrance doors to your school, where that little butterfly in your stomach popped up for the first time, and your heart warms at the thought that that butterfly lives in a garden of its own kind now.

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pathcrier · 3 years

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This ask game has alot of good questions!! But 💖 and 😊 for all the ocs in your tags!

THIS IS VERY LONG IM SORRY HAHA

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

Dahlia Shepard: romantically, she had been in love exactly three times. First time was with a girl back during Alliance training, Catalina. She was head over heels but never really told her, just because she felt it wouldn't work out in the end and let her doubts overcome her. Lasted for nearly a year, and no, she's completely over her (and actually attended her wedding and felt nothing but happiness for her.) Second was Aria T'loak, back when she was undercover on Omega. They had worked closely for months (trying to catch a cerberus cell leader) and had been seeing each other- but Dahlia presumed it was just a casual fling and would be over once she was finished. Dahlia knew once she was back in Alliance space, it wouldn't work out, and left it at that. Took a bit longer for her to get over this time, but she eventually did after focusing solely on her military career. Finally the woman she would easily rescue a galaxy for, Liara. For the first time, Dahlia allowed herself to be selfish and to want to be in a longstanding relationship. For the first time she sees herself willing to sacrifice everything for the one she loves, she is beyond head over heels for Liara. She platonically falls in love with every one of her friends, even if she's the worst at showing it. She loves these people more than life itself.

Nicola Amell: growing up in the Circle, with templars looming over your shoulders every second of the day- she never really bothered to invest any time in crushes, never giving them the chance to grow into something more. She devoted all her time to her studies and squashed any crush at the start. She didn't actually let herself fall in love until she felt her life was on the line, until she met Leliana. It was the first time she ever truly loved another person in a romantic sense, and she was going to live in every moment as if it were her last. Even by the time of the events of Trespasser, Nicola still takes the time and effort to send love letters and gifts to the now Divine Victoria. No amount of blights, ancient tevinters, nor elvish gods will ever keep the Warden Commander from her love.

Delaney Hawke: well, being a half elf mage apostate constantly living on the run for a majority of her life- she never really had time to actively meet people long enough to develop an emotional connection. Most of her crushes were as short lived as their homes.

Until moving to Kirkwall, that was. Having a crazy band of misfits that constantly follow you around, it's hard not to form attachments. Platonic or romantic. And when she fell for Isabela, she fell hard. I'm talking about head in the clouds, only able to think of one name. She's never experienced a crush like that and it freaked her out. Instead of telling Isabela about her feelings, she ran to Varric. Almost immediately. Delaney unsure of how to handle love in a romantic way, and Isabela shutting love out- it took quite some time for those two to establish themselves in a relationship. But even in those standstills, Delaney had almost expected her heart to move on, but it did the exact opposite- caused her love to grow stronger. Even now in Inquisition time, it took all of Delaney's strength to leave the comfort of Isabela's ship to go aid Varric. Not wanting to be separated for long, but not wanting to leave her best friend high and dry (who she loves very very much.

Gryff Hawke: like his twin sister, Delaney, he never had the time (nor desire really) to search for any love. At the time, the love of his 3 siblings and his parents was enough for him. He was happy and content. He knew he didn't need a relationship to be happy and content, so he never actively searched for one. Hell, even in Kirkwall, he was too busy keeping him and his sister out of Meredith's grasp and keeping the qunari at bay. But he did quite literally stumble into thoughts of a certain glowing elf, and never realized just how far he had fallen for him. Despite their differences they saw on magic, Gryff knew Fenris was the one he wanted to be with. For the first time ever, Gryff was actively seeking out affection for another person romantically. He will never admit it, but it was the best feeling he ever had. His love language is traipsing across thedas taking out slavers with his badass boyfriend.

Kiri Lavellan: Kiri LOVES being in love, adores the feelings of warmth and security a partner brings. She has had a few partners of course, but none ever lasted too long, especially amongst her Dalish clan, where everyone knows everyone's business. That being said though, she doesn't jump right into anything. When she loves someone it's very slowly and then all at once, pouring her heart and soul into her partners. Which was fairly difficult when it came to Sera, given her stance on the dalish, magic, and dalish magic. That didn't deter her though, she was understanding and patient and more than happy to move at Sera's pace. Despite their difficulties and differences, there's never been a stronger bond between pairings- Sera was so devoted to her inky, even as far as post Exalted Council, following Kiri back to her clan and being introduced to Kiri's friends and family.

Niamh Valyn: here's another one who just claims she never has time for a relationship. Not saying she will actively deter them, she just- doesn't expect anyone to want to put up with extensive time apart due to her place with the Rangers. She's fallen in love platonically more than romantically, and she's not going to complain. She loves her friends very dearly, they're her whole world, even if they're miles apart. But when it comes to romance, she finds it to be more difficult to keep a relationship going, finds it more emotionally taxing at times and just hasn't really put any thought into seeking someone out. She's content with where she is, if someone comes along who willingly wants to deal with distance- she will happily accept.

Ezra Marlowe (because I forgot to tag her and she's my baby): twice. She's fallen in love twice, and the first time damn near killed her. She let herself love so wholly and blindly, she never anticipated being hurt (quite literally.)

After that she felt very scared of any romantic advances, even if she was the one to initiate- she'd eventually run off if her overwhelming fear of being hurt overcame her.

After a while, the second time- it was a very slow, unsure path she took. But this man, the love of her life, Bashir, had proven just how much Ezra means to him. Through patience and care and understanding. Ezra once again allowed herself to love wholeheartedly, and for once, she's not scared.

Roux Lux: now here is someone who falls in love with the world anytime the sun sets or rises. She loves virtually everyone she meets. She falls head over heels for all her friends, in the most platonic way possible. She gives everyone the same special treatment, affection, and adoration as she does with a romantic partner. Though, Beetle may receive extra special treatment for being her amour. When she was ready to tell Beetle how she felt about him, she did so in the cutest puppet show..which she spent days hand crafting her props and painting new marionettes 😭

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Dahlia Shepard: it's hard for her to always feel happy when there's an impending invasion on their doorsteps, but one surefire way to cheer her up is a quick call to her son, Otikk, a little salarian boy. He is such a lively, happy go lucky boy, and always eager to cheer his mama up. Dahlia comes off very brash and intimidating, but she very much loves pulling her friends out of the dark- whether through inspiring words, or distracting them with their favorite hobbies.

Nicola Amell: even with the blight raging, she always looked for the little things to cheer her up. To be honest, just having her closest friends at her back was more than enough. Knowing that she will always have people to pick her back up if she falls was the greatest comfort and a thought that always lingered when she felt low. Making other people happy is what being a hero is all about in her mind. When others around her feel safe and are smiling, that fills her with so much pride and joy.

Delaney Hawke: ah yes, the one who finds any reason to crack a joke- ill timed or not. To be honest whenever she's in a low spot, just curling up in bed with her mabari, Junji, is enough. Though sometimes having Isabela sprawled across next to her, having her tell tales of her life at sea, watching her put on an exaggerated reenactment of exciting fights is just what she needs too. Or sitting around a table with everyone, letting Varric make up stories on the spot, everyone happily buzzed…. Never fails to bring a smile to her face. She's generally very chipper and easy going, so everyone assumes by the amount of quips and playful teasing. Deep below, she's miserable, and full of guilt and self doubt. She doesn't like letting her friends know that, so she puts up this front and goes to any extent to make sure no one else feels how she does.

Gryff Hawke: raging ball of anger who has a hard time letting himself be happy- especially trying to keep himself and his twin alive and out of the Gallows. It's hard to feel happy when everything you do backfires and bites you in the ass, even when you know you did everything you could. Even with this rowdy band of misfits at your back, sometimes it just feels like you're drowning. But sometimes there's a hand to pull you up, bring life and air into your lungs. Having Fenris curled up beside him, quietly and slowly reading through a particularly difficult chapter, pausing to ask you what a word says- it reminds Gryff that there are things worth smiling about, and oftentimes they're the ones to pull you out of the dark.

Kiri Lavellan: being dragged into a humans holy war and being propped up as their god's herald- it takes a lot out of you, and Kiri always fears she is about to get uprooted from her dalish heritage at any moment. So in the quiet rests, she finds herself reciting stories in private that the keeper once told her. Anything that reminds her of her roots, where she comes from. She tries very hard to keep a brave face, a beaming smile, one that would inspire hope amongst her men. She wants others to believe she can do this, that she's not scared, anything to instill security in those around her.

Niamh Valyn: when she's feeling lost or homesick, no matter where she is, she carries a leather-bound journal filled with bedtime stories her mother and father read to her as a child. Cuddled up with her wolf companion, Zarola, and her pipe- it's like all her worries just melt away. Even if she looks stoic and imposing like a stormy mountain, she's a very happy person. She's content with where she is, and easily makes those close to her at ease with her playfulness and cheekiness.

Ezra Marlowe: to her, all her happiness she keeps is heavily guarded and protected, not willing to let it go, risking getting hurt. She has no issues pushing people away and hurting them to protect herself. But that being said, those who truly know her, they know she can be enjoyable to have around...in an annoying sibling kind of way. Always looking to push buttons for a laugh. But on her darkest days, she finds the most comfort in the arms of Bashir. He's one of the fre who can easily calm her nerves, bring her back to reality and truly make her feel safe.

Roux Lux: a walking ray of sunshine, this one. Wherever she goes, she leaves a trail of smiles and mirth in her wake. She love love loves creating smiles and making people laugh and feel good. Its why she joined the circus to begin with, her puppet shows have brought nothing but joyful squeals and it's the greatest feeling in the world to the changeling. She's always in the happiest of moods, rarely is she seen without a smile. Yet on those rare days when she feels small and insignificant- curling up in Beetle's lap and listening to him hum soft appraisal to her is all she needs to bounce back to her original self.

#sorry this took so long to answer!!!!!#asks #long post #dahlia shepard #nicola amell #delaney hawke #gryff hawke #kirivatriel lavellan #niamh valyn #ezra marlowe #roux lux

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gay-for-stanford · 3 years

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tagged by the wonderful @the-golden-ghost

Why did you choose your URL

Ohhh boy, my reasons-

1. At the time of making my blog I was really into Gravity Falls

2. I had a crush on Ford/Stanford Pines

3. I am gay

4. Honestly I don't know, I don't think I can change it now because to many people know me by that lmao

5. I thought it was funnyy

Any side-blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

I surprisingly don't have any side blogs, this blog is so all over the place, I really should make a blog for my art

How long have you been on tumblr?

I think April 2020, that was when I first posted

Do you have a queue tag?

Nope! I don't have a queue, all the posts you see came straight from me at the moment

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Probably for Gravity Falls stuff, even if the fandom was dying.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I really like Mystery Skulls animated and when Future came out I changed it to Lewis, he's my favorite character in MSA and I freak my friends out with the facts about him that I know

Why did you choose your header?

Captain Nemo bro, why the heck not

But seriously, I chose it because I liked his outfit in the episode and he looked cool af so I just made it my header cause of that lmao

What’s your post with the most notes?

Honestly, idk. It's probably either one of my Mandalorian posts or one of my TKLUTS posts

How many followers do you have?

67 right now, I would have more if I didn't block bots

How many blogs do you follow?

43, I don't follow people that often and I usually only do if I like their art or we are in the same fandoms. Even if they leave that fandom I'll still follow them because even if I don't know what they are talking about I still like seeing them talk about things they like

Have you ever made a shitpost?

Have you seen my account?

How often do you use Tumblr every day?

A lot, even when I'm meant to be in class, I'm on Tumblr

Did you have a fight/argument with a blog once?

I mean, if you count me and my IRL friend being stupid at each other and fighting for a shitpost, then yes. other than that, no

How do you feel about “you need to reblog this post”?

I don't reblog those, i find them annoying especially the "if you don't reblog this ur home of phobic" Guarantee I won't do it

Do you like tag games?

Yes, i do.

Do you like ask games?

Ofc, yall get to learn more about me most of the time

Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

I think @/sexycraisinthanos, idk if we are still mutuals but last time i checked we were and they have a lot of popular posts

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nope, I think most of my mutuals are quite a few years older than me so that'd be weird and also I'm on the Aro spectrum

Tagging: Literally anyone who wants to (honestly I'm to nervous to tag people cause i don't wanna bother them

#ask game

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missblissy · 4 years

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Rebirth (Chapter Four)

Alastor X Human!Reader ((Reincarnation!AU))

Prologue || One || Two || Three || Four

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Fuck! FUCK! Your back was still pressed against the door. You could hear someone coming down some stairs then a deep voice call, “Hello?” Seconds later Vanderlinde rounded the corner and come into the foyer. He saw you shaken form and worried look painted his face, “(Y/n)? What’s going on? Did something happen?”

“YES!” You blurted out. For whatever reason, you felt like you could confess in Vanderlinde. Although he was a professor at the university you attended, he was once a priest who left the church for personal reasons. Maybe he knew something? Maybe that’s why Alastor was stuck outside. You stood up straight and hurried over to the window in the living room. You pulled back the curtain and saw Alastor still standing there. He looked confused even with a distorted smile on his face. It looked painful and unnatural on his human face.

Vanderlinde was close behind. He was about to ask what was going on but he found out for himself. The second his eyes came in contact with Alastor’s figure, he grabbed you and yanked you away from the window, “Holy Mother of Mary!” Vanderlinde whisper-yelled, “Do you know what that is?!” His green eyes nearly jumped out of his head.

Fear was written all over his face. What was the reason? You stood beside Vanderlinde with concerned eyes, “He’s a demon-”

“THE DEMON!” Vanderlinde jumped at you. He placed both his hands on your shoulder and nearly shook the life out of you, “How? How did you get him here? Why did bring him here?” Vanderlinde’s voice shook in his throat, “Why did you bring The Radio Demon to earth?!”

“I-..I don’t even know who he is, Van!? He- he said his name was Alastor-”

“Alastor the FREAKING AXE HUNTER!!” That sounded familiar but you didn’t quite pick up what Vanderlinde was saying. Luckily he went on, “The serial killer from the 1920s? Ya know? They called him The Southern Axe Hunter? A radio host that’d trick you with a smile into a dark corner? Kidnapped his victims then take them home and dismember them? While they were still alive! He killed all those people to summon an Eldritch spirit that is not of this universe!”

“I didn’t summon him!” You quickly defended yourself, “Him and his little shadow friend Eon broke into my home. He started spouting some nonsense that he knew me in a past life! He wants to take me back to hell!”

Vanderlinde stares at you with wide eyes. He didn’t say anything for the longest time and it started to worry you, “He wants to take you to hell?” he repeated your words in the form of a question.

“Y-yeah. He said my soul is too pure to go right now. I think he’s trying to taint me or make a sinner-”

Vanderlinde cut you off again. His face now stern and cold, “Come with me.”

You silently followed after him. Less than a few days ago this was your home for what felt like lifetimes. You had been roommates with Vanderlinde and Sage for almost 3 years. The house was exactly the same way it was when you last saw it.

Vanderlinde lead you downstairs and into the basement. What could possibly be down here beside the laundry machines and dozens of canned foods? Well, a lot of things. You watched your friend head towards a door you’ve seen thousands of times but never dared to open when you lived here. It was always locked so you just assumed it more storage of some kind.

It was an old round wooden door with black hinges. Vanderlinde pulled a necklace out from under the collar of his shirt and snapped the key off the string. He unlocked the door and pushed it open with ease. As the door squeaked open, a deep earthy smell with the overpowering scent of herbs and chemicals wafted from within the darkness.

You were stunned by what you found inside. As Vanderlinde flicked on a light that dangled from the ceiling you came face to face with the lovechild between a science lab and a witch’s hut. Dozens of herbs hung from the walls while a cauldron boiled and smoked from the center of the room. An altar made of skulls, bones, and candles lit itself to life all by itself as Vanderlinde got close to it. In the corners of the room were benches filled with test tubes, beakers, Bunsen burners and all sorts of chemistry equipment. It looked like a haunted science lab from high school chemistry class of the undead.

You noticed the floor was made of dirt with rocks placed in circle patterns embedded into the ground. You stood beside Vanderlinde at the alter and asked “Has this been here the whole time? What is this?” He still had that stern and cold look on his face. It was odd to see him so stressed out, he was normally a very relaxed person. Seeing him like this made you worried that things were worse than you first thought.

“Yeah, it’s Sage’s lab. I’m not going to hide this from you anymore seeing as we have a literal code red, but we’re demon hunters,” He didn’t take his eyes off the spinning orb at the center of the alter. Vanderlinde hovered both his hands over it as he went on to say, “Well, Sage is. She’s a witch and demon slayer. I’m just the researcher, I don’t actually slay anything other than words and books.” How did you not know this about your two best friends? And witches? They were real too?! What’s next? Vampires!? Mermaids!?

“Where is Sage?” You asked as you realized she hadn’t shown up yet.

“She’s on a hunt. That job she’s always traveling a lot for? It’s to kill demons.” Huh, you wished you knew that sooner.

“Okay, so can you get rid of Alastor then?”

“I’m going to try my best,” He said with a worried smiled. As he placed his hands on the glowing orb you watched with amazement and wonder as he pressed his hands into the orb. They seeped into the glass as if it were water, “I don’t have a divine weapon. I can’t kill him without Sage or her rapier. So this is going to have to do,” He pulled his hands from the orb and in his grasp was a black dagger, “You can only kill a demon with holy technology. The weapon’s of angels work the best. If you don’t kill them with a divine weapon, they just go back to Hell and then the fight starts all over again.”

You watched him hold the black dagger with just the tips of his fingers. It looked like it was made of obsidian. Vanderlinde then started to pluck herb after herb while tying them to the handle of the dagger with string. He went over to a large makeshift dresser and started pulling out bird beaks and feathers, he tied those to the dagger too. Lastly, he took a large bucket from under a bench and popped the lid off. You were instantly met with the fermenting, rotting smell of animal blood as it washed around in the bucket.

The smell was awful enough to make you nearly barf. Vanderlinde didn’t even seem fazed. For an Ex-preist, he sure did use a lot of dark rituals. He dipped the very tip and only the tip of the dagger into the bucket of blood then held it upright with the blade pointing to the sky. You watched the little drop of blood fall down the center of the blade then drip back into the bucket. Vanderlinde waved the dagger a few times the muttered words in a language you didn’t know.

In a firey explosion of smoke and sparks, the dagger changed right before your eyes. Once black obsidian, the dagger was now crystal clear glass that you could see right through. This must be magic... You thought.

Without a word spoken between the two of you, you followed Vanderlinde upstairs and to the window. Alastor was still there but this time he was tapping his ghostly microphone onto the magic barrier keeping him off of the property. He was testing for weak spots. Vanderlinde took in a deep shaky breath then whispered a prayer to God before heading to the door.

You made sure to stay behind him as you left the house. Alastor was still standing there on the sidewalk with a twisted smile that tore apart his human flesh. His eyes were bloodshot with slivers for pupils, much like that of a cat. Anyone would have guessed that he was possessed in some kind of way.

“I thought I smelled some type of trash lingering around here!” Alastor said with a grin, “Where is the witch?” You and Vanderlinde stood in the driveway, only inches away from the sidewalk. You had only just noticed that Vanderlinde had a rosary in one hand. His thumb passing the beads through his fingers as he nervously counted each little bead. Alastor let out an evil giggle, “You’re foolish if you think that can work against me, Father,” You saw Vanderlinde flinch at the jab Alastor was trying to make.

“I don’t work for the church anymore,” He said slowly, he lifted the dagger up to Alastor’s eye level and for the first time you saw an emotion plaster itself on his face.

He jerked away in disgust and hissed and spat out vile sounds, “What kind of Christian taints their soul with Voodoo!?” Alastor’s smile wavered and thinned but never dropped from his face. It only shifted in size, “Did you really throw away your only chance at Heaven just for this little trick?”

Vanderlinde’s eyes flashed harshly with an emotion you couldn’t describe. His gaze was firmly locked with Alastor’s as he brought the crystal blade to his hand, “I was never getting in anyways,” He quickly sliced open the palm of his hands to let his blood flow onto the sidewalk. It splattered around Alastor’s feet and even managed to get on his shoes. Ghostly transparent chains sprung from the ground and trapped Alastor there as they tangled around his legs.

Surprise coated Alastor’s face and you could see Eon watching from his shadow on the ground. A pair of hollow empty holes stared up from the pavement as Eon absorbed what was going on.

“Now that I’ve got you stuck here,” Vanderlinde started. He dropped the dagger to the ground and watched it break. He stepped on the shards and crushed them even more into little bits of broken glass, “You’re going to answer some questions. First off, why are you here, demon?”

There was a battle happening on Alastor’s face. He must have been under some kind of truth spell because you could tell he was fighting to keep his mouth closed. Whatever Vanderlinde did with the dagger must have worked. After a minute or two Alastor gave up. The static returned to his voice and his words were strained, “I’m here for (Y/n). I’m bringing her back home,” He sounded like a robot, he even kind of looked like one. His face was stone cold and didn’t move. your stomach twisted into a knot as you watched his smile grow larger and larger by the second. Even his eyes were fixed and locked on Vanderlinde. He didn’t blink once or even dare to look away.

“What do you need (Y/n) for? Who is she to you?” Vanderlinde asked. All while this was going on, you made sure to stay behind your friend. You didn’t want to get to close to Alastor because as ever second past more of his human features melted away.

A pair of horns started to grow from Alastor’s head as he helplessly answered the question like an automated voice message, “I want to take her home so we can get back to our afterlife in eternity. She was my wife,” Alastor’s hair started to fade into shades of red and black as it grew out. His skin started to turn an ashy gray color as blood soaked into his eyes, giving them the red tint they usually had. Two long and fluffy ears flipped from his hair and stood upright.

Shock jumped onto both yours and Vanderlinde’s face. That was it? That’s all he wanted? You felt something in your chest crack and scream. You were his wife in your past life? Or afterlife? When exactly did your past self meet him? At the same time, something in your heart made you feel extreme pity for Alastor. Another part of you felt fear, anger, and confusion. Mostly anger.

Alastor’s answers only brought up more questions. Thank God that Vanderlinde was thinking the same thing as you, “When did you first meet (Y/n)? And who was (Y/n) before she was reincarnated?” He asked.

By now Alastor was looking more and more like his demonic self. His voice never wavered once and stayed uncomfortably calm, “I met her the day I died in 1933 at the seventh and final gate to Hell. She was The Crybaby Demon, (Y/n) (L/n), and Hell’s Gatekeeper, similar to your Saint Peter at Heaven’s gates,” Alastor’s words meant something to Vanderlinde because he snapped his gaze to you for only a second. You had no idea what this Crybaby Demon was or what Alastor was talking about.

There was a cold chill that slapped the back of your neck and suddenly Alastor freed himself of the chains of truth. Now fully in his demonic form, Alastor gave a quick and toothy smile as he stepped forward and place a foot onto the driveway. The magical barrier was useless against him now. He got into Vanderlinde’s face and chuckled.

With a click of his tongue and dark little giggle, Alastor threatened Vanderlinde “I best hope you have your little witch around next time, Father,” He said in a dark and demonic tone. Alastor’s voice was so warped and demented that you could barely tell what he was saying, “The next time you see me will be your last,” Alastor snapped his finger and then -POOF- he turned to dust in the wind and just like that... he was gone.

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He wasn’t irritated. He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t angry. He was enraged. He was full of wrath and hate and malice. His little radio heart THUMB THUMB THUMBED in his ears as he peered at his own reflection through a mirror he broke seconds before.

Alastor was having an incredibly difficult time dealing with his emotions. Normally he had them under complete control. He underestimated the power of Vanderlinde and Sage. He had been keeping tabs on these silly little demons hunters and he was sorely unprepared for that little attack that Vanderlinde pulled on him.

As Alastor peered into the Water Well, he could see through the eyes of Buck, your cat and his familiar. Though Buck’s eyes, Alastor watched you and Vanderlinde cleans your apartment head to toe with Voodoo rituals that were so secret and private that Alastor nearly flipped the Water Well over in a fit of rage.

“HOW!?” He yelled, baring his teeth with an ugly and large frown, “Where did he find it!? Where did he even get this kind of knowledge!?” Thank god he was alone. Alastor watched as Eon’s shadowy figure formed before him.

“Calm yourself, friend,” That was kind of hard to do right now, “We’ll get them next time. Do not worry about it,”

Alastor ignored Eon’s words and bent as close as he could to the Water Well without getting wet. His large red eyes filled with hate as he watched Vanderlinde teach you forbidden Voodoo rituals that no outsider should ever have the right to know. Voodoo was a very closed and secretive culture that didn’t welcome outsiders, “Who is he!?” Alastor snapped, “Who is that stupid little bitch witch!? What clan does she belong too?”

Suddenly there was a knock on his door. Alastor stood up tall and slapped a smile onto his face. He hid any sign of his rage and opened the door to his grand hotel room.

He was going to quickly send off whoever it was, but it was Charlie. Instead of quickly dismissing her, he smiled and asked, “Something I can help you with?”

The little demon princess had a worried look on her face as she raised her brows and peered beyond Alastor and into his room. She noticed all the broken glass and furniture, “Uh, haha- um-” She weakly laughed with a sad smile, “I was wondering if I could actually help you with... whatever you're dealing with? Everyone heard a bunch of loud bangs and crashes coming from your room-”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Alastor cut her off and waved his hand in her face, “Everything is fine, Charlie,” He started to close the door on her when suddenly a voice snuck into Alastor’s mind. It was Eon, whispering into his thoughts so only Alastor could hear him. We could use her help, Eon said, “Actually,” Alastor opened the door up again. A natural yet sinister smile was on his face, “I think you can. Do you think you could de me a sweet little favor? Something nice and easy?”

Charlie lit up like a firework with a smile on her face, “Sure!” She always loved helping others, “What can I do for you, Al?”

He chuckled then leaned down to her eye level. There was an overwhelming sense of happiness and joy in his twisted smile, “Call your father for me?”

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