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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

🦄 . 𝐢 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐲 / 𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐞 !

⭐️ . 𝐬𝐡𝐞 / 𝐡𝐞𝐫

👙 . 𝐉𝐚𝐧 𝟎𝟓 !!

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 !!

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🧘🏼‍♀️ . 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

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🧚🏻‍♀️ . 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

🧁 . 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐧

💝 . 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 : 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

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💫 . 𝐄𝐦𝐨 / 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 !!😵‍💫

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 ::

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💐 . 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

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- 𝐜𝐡𝟑𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝟎𝐦𝐛𝐳 !! 𝐫𝐲 💝

[summerry9]

stolen wings pt. 2 | hazel hook x fem reader (daughter of tinkerbell, wlw, all lowercase, enemies to lovers, hk x vk, forced proximity)

for the rest of the period, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at hazel the same way. every time you glanced at her—at the sharp features on her face, the relaxed slouched posture, the way her gold hook glinted under the classroom lights—the image of a brave ten-year-old girl stealing a key in the middle of the night flashed in your mind.

"you're staring," hazel drawled without looking up, her pencil lazily scratching across the worksheet. "i know i'm gorgeous, but we actually have a project to do."

you quickly snapped your eyes back down to your notebook, your body heating up. "i was not staring. i was just... wondering where to start and how we're supposed to divide six pages on this."

"easy," hazel smirked, turning her head toward you. "you write the boring hero parts… all the sunshine and rainbows, and i write the actual fun parts like how hard it is to be a villain."

you scoffed, but a tiny, unwilling smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "deal."

when the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, students scrambled to pack their bags. hazel stood up, sling her leather messenger bag over her shoulder with an easy grace. she paused, looking down at you as you gathered your books.

"we're not gonna be able to finish this only in class," hazel noted, her dark eyes pinning yours. "my room's out of the question—my roommates are childish, and pirate decor doesn’t seem your vibe. your dorm at seven?"

you blinked, surprised by how natural the suggestion sounded coming from her. "my dorm? you sure you won't melt stepping into my room?"

hazel leaned down slightly, her face hovering just inches from yours, a dangerous, flirty smirk playing on her lips. "i think i can survive if it means getting an 'a', sweetheart. see ya at seven."

before you could even process the sudden flutter in your chest, she was already strutting out the door, her hook swinging at her side.

at 6:59 p.m., a sharp, double-knock echoed against your dorm room door.

you took a deep breath, smoothing down your top before opening it. hazel was leaning against the doorframe, hands shoved in her jacket pockets, wearing dark pants and a slightly oversized worn leather jacket. she looked entirely out of place against the pastel, flower-adorned hallway of the hero dorms, yet somehow... something about her still intrigues you.

"nice place," hazel murmured, stepping inside and glancing around the bright, fairy-inspired room. "smells like lemons and flowers. strange."

"hilarious," you rolled your eyes, shutting the door behind her. "you can sit on the bed or that chair."

hazel chose the bed, kicking her boots off at the edge and flopping back against your pillows and spreading her legs a bit like she owned the place. you grabbed your laptop and sat down next to her, crossing your legs.

for the first hour, you actually managed to be productive. hazel was surprisingly smart—behind her demeanor was a sharp, observant mind that understood the complex politics of the isle and auradon far better than any textbook could explain.

"so," you said softly, breaking a short lull in your conversation as you typed out a paragraph. "about earlier..."

hazel stopped spinning her hook on her finger, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. "which part? the part where i accidentally touched your back, or the part where i spilled my dark tragic backstory?"

"the backstory," you admitted, setting the laptop aside. "i just... i'm sorry. for assuming you were just like your dad. my mom told me awful tales about her experience on that ship.”

hazel let out a quiet, breathy sigh, looking away toward the window. "everyone assumes it. when you’re a hook, people expect you to be—"

"—like him? is that why you carry the hook?" you asked quietly, gesturing toward the polished metal resting beside her on the duvet. "because people expect it?"

hazel picked up the hook, her fingers tracing the sharp curve with a gentle, almost solemn familiarity. "my dad gave it to me when i turned eight. said a true pirate doesn't leave the dock without a weapon. it’s heavy, it’s annoying, and half the time it catches on my jacket pockets... but as a vk, if you don't look dangerous, you get eaten alive."

she paused, her dark eyes softening as she looked at you. "and then you get here, and everyone looks at you like you're a ticking bomb waiting to go off. so yeah... sometimes it's just easier to play the villain than to constantly explain that you're not."

the vulnerability in her voice made your heart ache. without thinking, you reached across the space between you and laid your hand over hers—careful to avoid the hook, brushing your fingers gently over her wrist.

"you don't have to act like a villain with me, hazel," you murmured sincerely.

hazel stared at your hand on her wrist, her breath catching slightly in her throat. the tough, guarded pirate facade melted away completely, leaving behind a raw, genuine warmth in her eyes.

"you know..." hazel whispered, her voice dropping into a low, smooth cadence as a slow, familiar smirk returned to her lips, "for a pretty little fairy, you're pretty dangerous yourself."

you felt a sudden blush rush to your face, but this time, you didn't look away. "oh yeah? how so?"

hazel leaned in closer, closing the distance between you until you could smell the subtle scent of sea salt and smoke lingering on her skin.

"because," hazel murmured, her eyes dropping down to your lips before locking back onto yours, "you keep looking at me like that, and it’s making me think your telling the truth.”

to be continued in pt. 3

[funfettia]

Ticci Toby x reader SMAU

Pregnancy prank + “you should break up with your bf” prank

(GONE WRONG) (GONE SEXUAL)

Oh you didn’t think I was done with the SMAU slop did you? GOOD BECAUSE THERES MORE COMING.

WARNINGS : NSFW , threats of kidnapping and murder

Don’t cry little reader, auntie Tias got enough Ticci Toby SMAU slop to feed you your ENTIRE LIFE 🥹🥹🥹

TOBY!! GET ON THE PHONE ASAP. THE READERS HUNGRY!!!

[ch3rrib0mbz]

Ugh, literally everyone only writes for Hazel , Felix or Max from Wicked Wonderland. Don’t get me wrong, I love them but I NEED a Squeaky x Reader or a Squirmy x Reader 💔

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what's your favorite season of criminal minds??