Janaina Medeiros
Sade Olutola
we're not kids anymore.
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Andulka
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz
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trying on a metaphor
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@luvyersblud
masterlist (requests open-ish)
a/n: tags will be indicated within the respective master list, before requesting please see my rules and guidelines <3
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big time rush (tv)
-no. im not sure why this is here either.
dc universe
-comic universe mostly
love poems/letters for you
- wow ur lonely
genshin impact
- touch grass!
bandori!
-we get it, you full combo-ed firebird.
outliers
-fandoms I don’t consistently write for
If you hate Wanda cause she’s “bad” but defend Loki cause he’s “broken and misunderstood” you’re a hypocrite.
^^^
I am anti wanda maximoff but both sides r annoying anyways
i think that if she was written in MoM as the villain, then they did wonderfully. If it was supposed to redeem her character and close off the arc-It wasn’t very good.
either way, the toxicity is such a bad look on both the wanda slanderers and the defenders
big time crush: carlos garcia x reader
(skates n’ sticks)
des: you were embarrassingly bad at ice skating. it would be less humiliating if not the fact you were tripping over yourself while trying to play hockey with your best friend.
tags/genre/warning: fluff, mentions of scraped knees, uhm hockey?? idk hockey players scare me
a/n: my first date was ice skating lmao this was cute to write-I’m sorry this wasn’t as good I had too many ideas and too little time </3
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“Oh shi-“ You stumbled over awkwardly, nearly face planting into the pressed ice as Carlos ran over to try and hold you up. Apparently he was missing Minnesota, but thank god for ice skating rinks if not for the humiliation involved with trying to learn how to play hockey. “Can’t we just do normal ice skating? Why do we need a stick?” You groaned as he pulled you upright.
“Because I’m the celebrity,” He smiled. “It’s not that hard, y/n. Just like-Go with the flow and stop dragging yourself around so much.” You genuinely questioned why he didn’t just stay in Minnesota. He was more than capable at becoming some hockey player, with how he casually drifted across the ice and maneuvered as elegantly a hockey player could. Of course he was talented in music, which you admired, but if he just stuck to hockey you wouldn’t be here embarrassing yourself. “C’mon, just get this puck into the net and then we can run some laps!” You flailed your arms wildly, falling on the hockey stick and your knees.
“Carlos. I am physically incapable of doing this.”
•••
It’s been around fifteen minutes and you only made it halfway across the rink. Carlos was waiting for you by the net, looking casual as ever while grinning from ear to ear at seeing you struggle. It was sadistic and horrible and having him make direct eye contact with you was even worse, the weird fluttering in your chest distracting you from standing upright. “You can do it y/n!”
“Please shut up!” You struck the puck with the stick, missing just ramming it into Carlos’ foot. You winced, rushing over to see the damage, and he looked up at you in awe.
“Hey-You just skated across the rink!” He laughed, before you fell backwards in either shock or just being heads over heels in love. “Oh. Well, at least you managed to make it over here!”
“Did you get hurt?” You asked, shaking some stray ice shavings off the back of your head. He offered a gloved hand, firmly holding your’s to pull you back up. You held the back of your head, hissing at the soreness.
“I’m alright. Maybe we should get you a helmet next time, but I’m sure by the time we’re done with this you’ll be a total hockey expert.”
“Please don’t lie to me,” you snorted, before slowly making your way back to the benches. Next time? He wanted to do this again? Sure you guys were friends but you didn’t spend that much time together-Did this mean he enjoyed spending time with you? “Next time? I’m not sure if my knees could handle a next time,” you emphasized, rubbing your hands over the sore joints.
“So we’ll get you knee pads, duh,” Carlos finally took a seat next to you, swinging his legs around. “I like hockey and I like you, sooo…”
“You like me?” You asked, bewildered.
“Wait…Was this not a date?”
“What do you mean not a date??” He hurriedly took his phone out of his pocket, rubbing off the melted ice and opening the conversation. You didn’t expect your name to be saved in his phone with a smiley face, and that made you feel even warmer inside.
Hey so 4 the date, how does the fifteenth sound?
He pointed exaggeratedly at the text you sent, your cheeks flushing from the sheer humor of the situation. “Date as in the day, you idiot!” You laughed, a slightly gross sound due to your runny nose from being in a cold ice rink for so long.
“Wait, so that wasn’t a confession?” Carlos scratched his head, putting his phone away and holding his hockey stick. You began to undo the laces of your skates, sighing and shaking your head.
“Well, do you like me?” He nodded, dumbfounded at the idea that the word, “date,” could have two different meanings. “Then I like you too,” you smiled over your shoulder, as his face slowly morphed into a warm grin.
“Wanna get ice cream then?” He asked, rushing to stand, almost bouncing with giddy energy. You tried to hide your enjoyment to his evident response to you liking him back, and you attempted to hide how you felt like a million butterflies got released in your chest. He rushed off before even hearing your answer, tripping in his skates and falling to the ground. You winced, walking over to help him up as he continued to grin at you. “Oh man, isn’t this crazy?”
“Crazy,” you indulged. He nodded excitedly, practically ripping off his skates to run to the lobby with you so you two could get ice cream. He was more excited than you about this predicament, this revelation of friends to lovers.
“But we’re gonna do this again right? ‘Cuz you never managed to get the puck in the net,” he bounced around you, his energy infectious—your cheeks hurting from smiling.
“I guess. Only if you pay for the ice cream.”
“Deal!!”
carlos oneshot dropping tonite as well as another outlier hc coming soon <3
outliers masterlist
// = fluff, \\ is angst, * is favorites.
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dating harry osborn hcs //
hcs for dating harry osborn (tasm)
a/n: arguing w my boyfriend while writing this #quirky
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-go you u have a tall hair gel obsessed CEO in ur pocket
-love language is fosho gift gifting undoubtedly
-you open ur mailbox everyday to short love letters, and you receive flowers constantly to the point you’re just growing a garden in your backyard
-would get you anything if u asked for it (and even if u didn’t)
-anything.
-“babe look at this new-“
-“it’ll arrive at ur house in the next five business days”
-he is not at all strong in pet names but he likes being called sweetheart or babe, very casual
-gonna pretend he didn’t get jailed up 4 killing a local late cop’s daughter so
-has an ungodly fear of losing you
-refuses to think about having kids until he figures out his whole genetic disorder issue that’s gonna kill him #lolz
-he likes knowing ur around so he’ll hold your hand, absentmindedly play with your fingers or hair, wrap an arm around your waist without thinking-it reassures him that he can feel you.
-doesn’t understand the point of sharing clothes until he borrows your hoodie and refuses to take it off
-there’s something so soothing about your presence that makes him feel less alone
-if he’s away, has to go to work, or is just busy he’ll send messages or gifts personalized by him
-“hi babe, here’s that thing you’ve been eyeing. not stalking you, you’ve just been using the shared account to look at it.”
-he loves surprising you (and he likes being surprised too but shh)
-will do anything to have you play with his hair
-his favorite place to kiss/receive kisses is the forehead, it’s just so endearing and warm
-will be absolutely useless at helping you with assignments if you’re in uni, he’ll just hire u a tutor and get you coffee.
-extravagant dates r common but not as common as him enjoying your company watching Netflix on the couch
-I cannot emphasize how much he just LOVES being with you and in a domestic life style
-lives very much in the present and sometimes is a bit reckless
-he’ll get himself into trouble a lot at first entirely because he doesn’t believe you care and nor does he
-you shut that behavior down really quick tho <3
-“Harry fucking Osborn get your ass back into your mansion before I have to get your accountant to bail you out of jail again.”
-he’s so touched when he received that call, it was so sweet of u to care for him like that
-I feel like he’s a reckless/bad driver so usually you drive or call an Uber
-or yknow personal driver but whatever
-let’s you sit in his office while he “works”
-he just likes being around you idk why I haven’t worded it like that
-matching jewelry kinda guy tbh but more casual
-like rings, necklaces, he doesn’t like bracelets cuz he feels like it doesn’t go with his watches
-doesn’t get jealous easily, most of his arguments are rooted in insecurity and just inexperience with genuine, healthy relationships
-it’ll take him a while to learn he has to apologize too, settling down and relaxing is the biggest obstacle
-the first few months you paid for most outings so you reaaaallly drove home the point you weren’t just here for the money and glamour
-likes buying art pieces that remind him of you and putting it in his office
-v supportive and will send a whole Osborn posse to cheer you on if you have any events and he can’t make it
-explaining why there were five formal looking folks in the corner from Oscorp during a presentation was extremely awkward
-loves showing HIMSELF off
-“hi guys, this is my boyfriend Harry-“
-“yea Harry OSBORN. Btw did I mention it’s OSBORN.”
-shows u off just as much though
-he just <3 u so much
rules
- I do not do smut, the most you’ll get is suggestive and NSFW jokes.
- I will not explore any highly triggering subjects such as suicide, p*dophilia/grooming, intense toxicity in relationships/family dynamics…
- please keep in mind that even if you request something it’ll take me a while to write, especially fics. i also take requests as more “light suggestions” as i am still a student with a superiority complex.
- love poems and letters are the ONLY thing that will have more obvious horror themes (obsession, mania, etc…)
- however, if you are requesting love letters/poems for yourself…
- i take a majority of these, however i may not be able to if I’m not familiar with the fandom. that’s probably rare though so request away
- love letters and poems are usually written in character from a requested character
(“from monika, to…)
- you can insert your own name or use y/n.
- if you send in prompts or words, I’ll write you a love letter/poem based off of what you sent in. just say it’s for a love poem or letter.
- love poems and letters are the ONLY thing that will have more obvious horror themes (obsession, mania, etc…)
big time crush: logan mitchell x reader
(gum wrapper hearts)
des.- in which you are the dumbest person he’s ever met and he can’t help but to fall in love with you
tags/warnings: fluff, ur really stupid, slowest burn to the point it doesn’t even burn
a/n: for my himbos, bimbos, thembos, and everything in between. they/them are intentional and used to describe the reader.
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“No dude, I genuinely do not like them,” Logan groaned for the umpteenth time, burrowing his face into his hands. “You guys just don’t get it ‘cuz you’re stuck in trig! They’re genuinely so-I don’t even get how she’s in the same class as me!”
“It’s Hollywood, brains aren’t the biggest thing casters are worried about,” Kendall shrugged, tossing him an apple. James primped his hair before smiling.
“Yeah, just look at Carlos.”
“Rude!” Speak of the devil, as the helmet-bearer slid out from the yellow slide. “I’ll have you know I scored way higher than Logan once on a silence test.”
“Yeah, in like first grade?” Logan grinned, before shaking his head. “I can’t stand them guys! They literally asked me what a cosine was!”
“I don’t know what a cosine is,” James muttered.
“That’s not the point-Although that’s actually really sad for you. Either way, them sitting next to me is so obnoxious. They fix their hair every second, and they always wear these earrings that make so much noise when y/n moves their head, and they did their nails the other day and they’re so-“
“If you’re distracted by your nails, Logan, you probably have a crush on them,” James sighed. Logan simply took a bite of the apple that was aforementioned, rolling his eyes in frustration. “I don’t see the issue, why don’t you just take an hour off of math? We only need four hours a day.”
“No!” He immediately exclaimed, face heating up. He didn’t even know why he didn’t want to leave that class, but he knew he just couldn’t. Carlos gave Kendall and James a knowing look, Logan rolling his eyes and leaving to his room.
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“Oooh, let me guess, Virgo!” You beamed at Logan.
“Yes,” he sighed. “Let’s move on to part two-“
“You got this one wrong,” you pointed. “It’s not supposed to be an integer, the answer should be an algebraic equation.”
“For i n three x equals five?” Logan asked quizzically, confused how you even knew what algebra was from the emptiness going on in your head.
“Uhm, ya,” you chewed your gum. “Oh, want some gum by the way?” He waved a dismissive hand as you leaned over and sighed. “Do you not remember this or something? You have to expo-nen-shi-ate both sides. Uhm…Oh! That’s x equals three to the fifth power which is 243. So, the answer is C.”
“…Are you sure?” He asked, hiding his doubt as best as he could but you could tell his tone was dripping with some pity.
“Logan, I’m not that stupid. Call over Mr. Lee and see, I’m right!” He sighed, hesitating to raise his hand. There was absolutely no way you were correct, but if he could indulge you to avoid a ridiculous argument it would be better. And he didn’t want to see you upset, that would be worse for some reason he didn’t understand.
“Yes, Mitchell? What’s this?”
“Question 4, Lee,” you grinned, knowing you would prove him wrong.
“Oh, yes. You’re right, it is C. Do you need me to explain it?” You could tell Logan’s cheeks were heating up with a blush, and you tried to hide your smug smile while popping a bubble from your gum.
“No, I don’t think we need it. Thanks though!”
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You were minding your own business in the library, your favorite study environment. You didn’t understand anything, but you were having fun looking through books with ridiculous words and formulas that would never be of use to you. You knew very well that Logan thought you were, “dumb,” and you could care less. It was honestly amusing seeing how pressed he would get over your lack of knowledge on a subject, especially math.
You didn’t like or dislike him, it was just…A consistent relationship. That’s the best way you could describe it, so angry and tense but it flowed so well at the same time. Like a rushing current. You jumped at someone popping up behind you.
“How did you get that math problem right?!” Logan exclaimed, a leaf in his big hair. You rolled your eyes and flicked it out, snapping your gum in exaggerated annoyance.
“It’s just calc, Logan. Just ‘cuz I don’t know what an iso-iso-se, never mind, the names of all the triangles doesn’t mean I didn’t get into calc for a reason.”
“You didn’t know what a function was, y/n.” You giggled and shoved a book back into its home on the shelf.
“You’re so dumb for someone so smart. Bad bitches are good at history over math anyways.”
••••
“I think I like them, dude,” Logan said exasperatedly, James throwing his hands up in relief.
“Finally! You’ve been blowing the group chat everyday talking about how dumb their hair and nails look, criticizing every single detail of their outfit and yet you have put up every single gum wrapper heart they made you on your wall!” James gestures towards the collection, something Logan acquired over the semester, keeping every single one.
“It’s just polite!” Logan insisted. “They told me they kept my math notes in their favorite folder-Do you know how sweet that is?! What an idiot!” He groaned, shaking his head.
“I’ve never heard someone love so violently, Logan,” James sighed and combed his hair out. “Ask them out or something, just stop blowing up the group chat. I’m trying to watch Gilmore Girls, and you my friend, are not helping.”
“Shut up.”
••••
You sighed after arriving at your apartment, kicking off your shoes and flopping onto your bed. You grabbed your book bag to dig for 1984 to do your assigned reading, and as you yanked it out a silvery piece of paper flew with it.
It was a crude gum wrapper heart. It was uneven and folded quite badly and it looked like it’s been through a lot, but attached to it was a sticky note.
Thanks for the trash. Decided to show my gratitude.
You beamed, knowing exactly who it was. Logan. You quickly got to work with a pack of gum, grabbing the wrappers. Oh, you couldn’t wait to shove these in his bag.
And little did you know how happy he would be to find them.
Big Time Rush Fanfics?? In 2022??
a/n- last thing I would ever have expected on my goddamn blog bruh, anyways
*-faves
//- angst
\\ - fluff
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big time crush series:
gum wrapper hearts (L.M) \\
Ghosts V, Presto Pasin
to myself i am the thundering rain
that shatters houses
the terrifying thing that leaves you in anticipation
i am the cold and dark sky that can do
nothing but disappoint
but to you?
i am the may showers
and you are the marigolds that consume me whole
drink me up
and to you
i am godsend, your life source
and you?
you take everything i have
yet i go to you every single time.
Bowl of Soup, Susan Avis Murphy / Bread and Soup, Mary Byron
