#now I have a brother who will get really upset if you dont know the whole sonic lore and you ask him twice about something he said

[glass-trash-bab]

You know. I really did not need to watch the hunger games on a Wednesday night after a long day with family over. I think that was a bad idea, I'm way too sensitive for this

[hearts4mica]

Tell me what to do. To make it all feel better.

What if. The Batboys find out you’ve been messing up your recipes on purpose?

Part 1 here

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It was another day of baking. This time you wanted to bake something for Alfred since he was the one who taught you how to bake in the first place.

You decided to bake a vanilla cake! Alfred’s favorite of course.

So you obviously went shopping and had to sneak out since Bruce didn’t want you going out by yourself since ‘Gotham is too dangerous’ maybe it is but you’re just going to the supermarket

You bought your ingredients and decided to start baking without your brothers finding out of course you can’t let them know that you can actually bake.

After a while you finished the cake. Its pretty surprising that no one came into the kitchen! Well its pretty early on the weekend so they’re probably still sleeping.

Alfred came into the kitchen and you gave him the cake. He thanked you and grabed a piece.

But

Just at that time Damian walked into the kitchen. Just perfect.

You both just stared at eachother. While you still had your dirty apron on.

“Good morning [name] i see you baked a cake for Alfred… it smells good?” Damian said

“What does that mean Damian! Does that mean you dont like my cooking?!” You said in a dramatic way trying to get him to leave the kitchen but it obviously backfired. “I didn’t bake thi-”

And at that moment Alfred decided to betray you!

“Young Miss [name] baked me a cake Master Damian would you like to try it“ Alfred said with a smug smile he wanted for you to stop poisoning your sibling with burnt cookies.

“[name] baked it? Didn’t you said you didn’t bake it dearest sister?” Damian walks up to the cake grabs a fork and takes a small bite.

“shit…”

“Are you sure [name] baked it?” (That little shit of course you did but he can’t know that!)

“N-” “Yes” Alfred cuts you off once again.

“Oh everyone would love to hear this” he says as he leaves the room.

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At dinner everyone is sitting silently esting until Damian decides to break the silence.

“Did you know that our dearest sister here [name] actually knows how to bake? In fact she baked a cake for Alfred today and it tasted great” damian said with an evilish grin.

“SHE WHAT?!”

That little snitch.

“Baby bird why would you do that?!” Dick says

Its not going to be a short dinner.

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At the end of the day Bruce lectured you about it and grounded you now you have to bake something for your “brothers” atleast twice a week! And it can’t be burnt anymore what’s the fun in that?

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How would they react?

Dick would be pretty upset about this i mean who wouldnt his ‘baby’ sister made her cookies bad on purpose! Were you mad at them for something? You and him are going to have a long boring fun talk

Jason would be pretty surprised that you actually were smart enough to think about this since he still sees you the way you were before his dead

Tim i feel like he already knew that since he spends so much time spying you- he actually didn’t mind the taste it kept his brain busy?

Damian was really upset his older sister gave him burnt cookies! I mean i get it with Drake, but with him your favorite brother?!

[voie-lacte3]

—best friend! reader X mason thames

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the first person who realizes mason has a crush on you is his mom because one day, when she picks him up early from school, he comes out in literal tears. “n/n and i were about to color our math sheet!” he whines, curly locks full of small yellow flowers. “mason, honey, why do you have flower in your hair?” she asks, going to pick one out. “no! dont! y/n put them in my hair during recess, we were matching!” he pulls away, petting the flower back in place.

while it wasn’t new for mason to be mentioning you— having been friends with him since kindergarten, it was a little strange that the little devil spawn 9 year old mason was let you touch his hair, giving he made such a big deal when she herself tried to comb through it.

sure you guys were “best friends”, you did everything together. every school trip you were glued to each others side, whenever mason was upset, he’d run over to yours across the street, whenever he found something amusing, his first thought was to show you. but the little gleam in little 9 year old mason said otherwise, he just didn’t know how to feel that emotion quite yet.

her husband called her crazy for suggesting mason liked you, said you guys were just kids. and maybe he was right, maybe she was reading too much into it…..

the second person to realize mason has a crush on you is his older sister, brooke.

it was the day before valentines day and mason has been in the kitchen since approximately 6pm, it was now 8:30pm.

“what are you up to mace?” she question, watching as her 12 year old brother dips a pretzel in white chocolate, swirling it around and wiping the excess off.

in reality, brooke knew what he was doing, she wasn’t stupid or blind. she noticed how his eyes and voice softened when talking about you— how he got a certain look in his eyes. she noticed how his gaze would linger on you for a second more than everyone else. she saw how he always wanted to be near you, whether you were talking to him or not. she noticed everything.

“masonnnn, gimme one” “ack!” he twats her hand away immediately, playfully glaring at her. “no touchy, they’re for n/n.” brooke laughs as the tips of his ears turn red, “you like her, don’t you?” the poor boy practically chokes on his saliva. “WHAT?! wh-why would you even think that?? im just…being a good best friend”

brooke raises an eyebrow, “what happened to valentines is fucking stupid. we don’t need a whole day to grow a pair to ask someone out” the boy just rolls his eyes, “if you’re just gonna annoy me, go away”

the girl snickers, “you’re so whipped—” “SHUT UP” the girl laughs one more time before leaving the boy to his shenanigans.

the third and fourth people to realize mason has a crush on you are your parents.

it was a random saturday night, your parents were sitting next to eachother on the couch, half watching a movie, half chit-chatting away. and of course, mason was over again. you were on the couch, stretched out in sweats with a blanket over you, mason was sitting criss cross on the floor in front of you. you had your fingers in his hair, half braiding it, half twirling differnt curls on your finger, all while he pretended not to enjoy it as much as he did.

“can you get that piece,” he mumbles, tilting his head forwards, motioning to a stubborn strand near his temple. you happily comply, adding the curly strand to your braid, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

your mom glances up, “crazy how he makes a big fuss over anyone touching his hair, except when it’s our y/n” your dad laughs, “maybe cause they’re close, i wouldn’t want someone i dont really know to be touching my hair, especially if i had curls like that.” they both look over to you again. you were now leaning over, showing him a funny tiktok. his cheeks were slightly flushed as he laughed, glancing up at you with heart eyes.

your mom leans into your dad, a knowing look on both their faces. “he’s down bad for her, isn’t he” “worse part, she doesn’t even realize it”

the last and final person to realize mason has a crush on you is his dad.

it was your freshman year of high school, knowing it was his last year of public school, mason asked you out to homecoming, as friends of course.

his dad had taken him to get his suit and tie a couple weeks before the event, and the way mason talked about you, how excited he was, how he wanted everything to be perfect, made him realize his wife was indeed not crazy.

the night of the dance, you wore a pretty green dress paired with silver heels, brooke had helped you with your hair and makeup. and mason didn’t even recognize the feeling that hit him when he saw you, but his dad did. his dad saw how utterly whipped his son was for you. and when he saw one of the pictures brooke took, the way mason’s eyes were locked on you with a soft, unexplainable look as you laughed at something your mom said, he knew.

he knew that his dear son had fallen hard for you, and no amount of help would pick him up.

now it’s almost 2 years later, you’re both 17 and his newest movie comes out in a 2 weeks. mason was set to come home for a couple days before he had to go do interviews and attend premieres, and of course, no one told you.

you had just gotten home from work, “hey honey! how was work?” your mom questions as you set your keys on the counter. “really hectic. this older guy got the wrong drink or something and he just started going off. screaming all sorts of things no man should say to a child, at my face, and like, i wasn’t even his server. it honestly made me want to quit” you explain, rubbing your temples.

you let out a long sigh, “imma go shower and then head to canes,” you dont even wait for your moms reply, heading straight to your room. luckily this was your last day working at canes so you didn't really care if you were a little late. you kick your shoes off and go to your closet, riffling through everything like it was a sport.

you grab that God awful black polo and blue baggy jeans, everything smells vaguely like detergent and chaos. you pad to your bathroom, washing off the stressful feeing of your first job.

meanwhile in the kitchen, your mom sends a text message:

| she's home and in the shower, how far are yall?

| outside your door lolzzzz

by the time you emerge from the shower, you have about 40 minutes until you have to leave. you lazily walk over to your vanity and begin to moisturize, deciding to call mason, still feeling the need to rant about the costumer from earlier.

it goes straight to voicemail.

“rude,” you scoff, reaching for your blow dryer. your door then creaks open, you pause, staring at it through the mirror. “...hello?” “if this was a horror movie, you’d so be dead” a voice teases. the one voice that could yank a smile out of you even if you were stabbed.

you spin around immediately, screaming at the top of your lungs, probably scaring half the neighborhood.

you scramble off your chair, dropping your phone, almost face planting on your carpet floor, legs practically giving out from the whiplash as you swing the door fully open, jumping straight into his arms. he’s in a black tee, grey sweatpants, and rocking very dirty converse. he has the biggest smile plastered on his face as his strong arms wrap around your waist. “surprise?”

your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. “why didnt you tell me?! you’re such an asshole,” “and yet, you’re still hugging me.” you scoff at his words, yet don’t let go.

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later that night, after skipping your last shift at canes and eating dinner with both families, learning about the set and his cast mates, you telling him about school and how excited you were for senior year, and overall just catching up, you head towards your room.

the lights are off, your on your bed, curled into masons side, the original Spiderman with Tobey Maguire playing on your tv. your mouthing the lines to yourself, having seen this movie hundreds of times— with and without mason, he’s not even watching the movie, eyes fixated you.

“i missed you, y’know”, he mumbles, playing with the necklace that sat on your collarbone, “hm?” you look up at him, quirking a brow up. “bro, are you even watching the movie?” “of course i am, why wouldn’t i be watching the movie we’ve watched 47 other times,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “pay attention,” you almost pout, smacking his arm.

“look! look! this scene?! peak cinema!”, your hands chaotically move around, waving as you passionately explain why. and mason? there’s not a single thought behind those delicate eyes of his. the way your face lights up, and the way you scrunch your nose, dont even get him started on the way you lean a little closer into him when you get excited? he’s not sure his heart’s beating normally anymore.

he doesn’t even realize he’s leaning in until your voice catches slightly and you’re looking at him with your brows raised in question.

his brain short circuits, “can i…” you blink, “what?” you almost laugh, confused out of your mind. he stares at you, blush slowly creeping up his neck. he quickly looks away, coward. but then you tilt your head, leaning the tiniest bit— barely noticeable really, but of course he notices. “what?” you ask again, this time softer, a little quieter.

“can i— can i kiss you?”

the silence afterwards is so incredibly loud he wants to physically melt into a puddle and soak into the couch. and then you laugh, cute (his words) giggles leaving your mouth, your body physically moving from how much you were laughing.

“m-mace—” you huff out, causing him to get even redder, his facial expression dropping. “if you wanted to do a tiktok trend, you could have just asked.” in a heartbeat, you grab his phone, going to the infamous clock app and choosing a random audio. you prop his phone up and begin recording. the beat drops and you lean over, giving his mouth a small peck.

you retract before he can even react, stopping the video and going back to your movie. “there ya go, just edit it or something, oh and definitely tag me”

he pouts as your attention shifts to the screen in front of you once more. you left him completely dumbfounded. he stays silent for a few more minutes, contemplating what he should do.

he groans, causing you to look at him again, fake judgement on your face. “mason, what the he—”

his lips crash onto yours.

they’re soft, slightly chapped, and a little unsure. he kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment for years. which, i guess he has. you hesitate for a second, causing him to pull away. “i-im sorry. i–” “shut up,” you whisper, pulling him back in.

a/n: should i make a pt 2??? or turn this into an AU?? also this is NOT proofread

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[darlingdaisyfarm]

HEYY!! DIDN’T NOTICE THE ASK BUTTON UNTIL NOW! IM JUST WONDERING HOW YOUR DOING, AND HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAYYY (I apologize for not saying sooner, just found out how to like idk ask or something)

I SWEAR I DON’T MEAN TO SOUND PUSHY OR IF I ASK TOO MANY TIMES, PLEASE JUST SAY IF UTS ANNOYING, BUT DO YOU HAVE: “Jealous!Stanford Pines x Reader” ? CAUSE IDK IM JUST CURIOUS 😭💔

⋆౨ৎ˚ jealous!Ford x you hcs ˖ ࣪

ahhh, thank u so much sweetheart!! no it's not annoying at all, pls dont say that. and sure, here it is! honestly it was pretty helpful for me too because im writing a fic where Ford experiences jealousy. i think it also depends on what exactly he's jealous of (his own brother, random person, pet, etc) and your stage of the relationship

warning its a bit suggestive at the end

ꪆৎ Ford's jealous streak is most obvious when it comes to your mind, i think. like, if you’re showing too much interest in someone else’s ideas, books, or theories, he’ll be the first to drop some passive-aggressive comments

ꪆৎ you’re talking about some science or philosophy with someone, and Ford’s watching, feeling that tiny gnawing jealousy of someone challenging his brilliance. . . he won’t snap, but you'll catch him slipping in little comments, “well, actually, my research on this subject. . . ah, never mind. not worth mentioning to a layperson” ofc it's not directed at you! but to that idiot who dared to interest you

ꪆৎ later, though, after a long talk, he’ll pull you into his study and try to “explain” why only his thoughts matter <333 “you should know, sweetheart, i have 12 phds, allow me to explain you this properly.”

ꪆৎ “what? i’m not upset. i just think it’s interesting that you laughed at his joke when i’ve been trying to impress you with my brain for three years.”

ꪆৎ he starts touching you more too. hand on your knee during conversations. brushing your fingers when handing you smth. standing behind you, palm at the small of your back when you’re with others. and yet still, he doesn’t say a word because he doesn't wanna ruin anything. but his body moves on its own. “this is mine,” is what he’s trying to say

ꪆৎ Stan has always been the loud, charismatic one. Ford’s the thinker, the quiet one, who would rather bury himself in books than make small talk but he just cant help it. Ford doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like how his heart races with frustration or how his fists ball up, wanting to grab you and pull you away. he wont do it, but it doesn't mean he cant imagine it

ꪆৎ if you wear something revealing, Ford absolutely adores it, but insists on walking right next to you all evening

ꪆৎ he overhears you talking about a celebrity crush and spends ten minutes googling them in secret, furiously comparing their jawlines, yeah

ꪆৎ OMG. i believe he clears his throat when someone flirts with you... you know

ꪆৎ if it’s Stan flirting with you, Ford plays it off like he’s above it “Stanley, can you be serious for once?” but his eyes are laser-focused on you, reading your expression

ꪆৎ lmao, you'll probably hear smth as “i hope you had a pleasant conversation with my brother. he can be. . . charming, when he wishes.” prob says it with the politeness of someone screaming internally. and then he obsessively throws himself into work, convinced he's being ridiculous. you're allowed to have friends. you’re not his. not really

ꪆৎ i mean, he wants you to be. but he's terrified of what he might become if he lets himself act like it

ꪆৎ a lot of phrases like “well, i would’ve helped you carry that, but i assume your new friend has that covered.”

“no, go ahead! ill wait. im clearly not as exciting to talk to.” he’ll say it politely though, you wont even notice. even with a smile. and if you don’t pick up on it, he gets quiet and tells himself he’s just being irrational, but it still eats him alive

ꪆৎ Ford still tries to suppress it, but his eyes give him away. he stares. hard. at the person touching you. at the way your mouth curves. at your hands when they gesture

ꪆৎ and if he lets this jealousy win in the public, which happens like really rarely, Ford will absolutely pull you away from a conversation. six fingered hand at your elbow, “excuse us” and you’ll be halfway down the hall before he spins you against the wall

ꪆৎ but may also say, when you're two alone after you spend whole evening talking to someone, “oh, im sorry, were you enjoying yourself? you seemed so. . . engaged with them. i didn’t want to interrupt.”

ꪆৎ you get a pet. a cat, a dog, whatever. and suddenly your affection is going to this creature and not him. Ford doesn’t act out but he gets so still. sits next to you while you pet it, hand on your thigh, but not saying a word. you look over and he finally admits, looking so needy, “i’m being ridiculous but i want to be babied too” so you pull him into your lap instead and he kisses your shoulder with a quiet smile <3

ꪆৎ he gets also weirdly sulky about it. “you let the cat sleep on your chest, when it's my turn?”, “i counted, you kissed it on the head four times. i only got two :(” yes he’s serious. he’s a little unwell

ꪆৎ uhh, u call your pet “baby” and Ford visibly pouts

ꪆৎ if you’re talking to someone “too long” at a gathering, Ford won’t interrupt. but he will appear silently next to you, hand brushing your lower back, and when you finally break away and turn to him like “what’s up?” he’ll smile, as always, so polite. “nothing. i just missed the sound of your voice”

“that person seemed very interested in you. lucky them.”

“did you like the way they looked at you?”

ꪆৎ and the thing is, he’s insecure. so when he’s possessive, it’s always laced with guilt. Ford hates that he wants to stake a claim. hates how it feels to need you so much it makes his skin crawl when you’re focused on someone else

ꪆৎ Ford's jealousy always turns into guilt. he’s always so self-critical, he feels like he should be better than this. Ford knows it’s irrational, that you wouldn’t cheat or leave him for someone else, but it doesn’t stop the surge of possessiveness.

ꪆৎ he can’t help but feel like maybe he’s not enough for you, and that’s what sparks the jealousy in the first place. he feels the jealousy deep in his chest, this irrational, ugly thing he can’t quite stamp out

ꪆৎ he’ll kiss your neck just a little too hard. grip your wrist too long. but it’s always followed by “was that okay?” or “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to get carried away.” and god help him if you ever tease him for it

ꪆৎ “ohhh, baby. you’re jealous, aren’t you?” he’ll bristle, sputter, adjust his coat and glasses, trying to avoid looking into your eyes. “that’s ridiculous. i— no, i simply don’t appreciate disrespect. I’m not. . . possessive.” but when you'll play this game of silence, watching him, waiting him to spill it, oh he will!! “okay. was it that obvious?” he’ll say this so small. you’ll want to eat him alive <3

ꪆৎ Ford doesn’t always keep it all bottled up, so then, when you’re finally alone and he got u all to himself, he’s kissing you, but being more rough about it, not like hurting you, but sometimes, i like when Ford gets more dominant and brave in his actions. hand around your jaw, palm splayed across your back, pulling you in. “you’re mine.” he'll whisper right into your lips because hes lowkey getting turned on by your little gasps whenever he tightens his grip. “no one else gets to hear these sounds from you. please, tell me, tell me im the only one.” he always has to ask, always needs to hear it back

ꪆৎ if you ever jokingly mention how hot he gets when jealous, he will hide his face in your shoulder/neck/hair, very very quietly muttering, “you’re cruel, honey, you enjoy making me lose my mind, don’t you?”

[pearlzier]

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✶ . ࣪ ׅ now playing / pink matter by frank ocean ࣪ ✶ ˖

๋࣭ ⭑ from the inbox . . . | reader thinking that matt doesn't really care about her and his priorities are always elsewhere, and he decided to worship her to make it up to her — @lovesickgrlsrh0t

๋࣭ ⭑ warnings . . . | kinda subby matt, also kinda subby reader, oral (f!receiving), barely angst but sure, riding schlong, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap that willy LMFAOO), p in v

๋࣭ ⭑ author's note . . . | take me shopping i dont care you can take me anywhere see the wind fly through my hair make the people stop n stare 😇 i hope this is. good BYE

you know matt loves you more than anything. it was so obvious in everything he did, how he behaved around you. you love him more than anything, you're sure to make it obnoxiously clear too. he makes your heart flutter, your demeanour happier and just everything better.

so why was that quiet but insistent part of your mind trying to convince you otherwise?

it started when matt was getting consistently more busy with youtube and other influencer-y things that he and his brothers do. you were used to it, yeah, but lately it felt more intrusive and an inconvience to you more than anything. but you never mentioned it, because you never wanted to seem needy, or like that annoying girlfriend who always wants his attention on her. you do, of course, who wouldn't, but not like that.

"m'busy, baby, i can't," he'd tell you, glancing at you for a faint moment before he looked back at his computer or resumed talking with nick and chris. it shouldn't have made you as upset as it did, since it wasn't anywhere near rude or a rejection, but it did make you upset. even a—"maybe later, babe,"—was almost catastrophic, making you feel even worse.

it may seem irrational or an overreaction however you just felt.. ignored. or underappreciated, or whatever you'd call it. like, does he even care about you? insane, you know, but.. you couldn't help but feel like that. what was making you so highstrung?

and matt. oh, matt. as perceptive as ever, knew there was something wrong almost immediately. he stayed quiet about it, trying to test the waters to see whether he was wrong about it however when your reluctance to even be around him became evident, he knew something had happened. he just.. didn't know what. so, he asked chris, first. "i dunno, man, she's just—she's like, avoiding me," chris laughs, almost instantly.

"what the fuck did you do?" he's not really paying attention, considering he knows exactly why you're avoiding matt. you'd talked to him and nick about it. and he vividly remembers you saying you wanted matt to figure out why you were so upset himself; without help.

matt retorts immediately, "i don't know, if i did, i think i'd be fixing it, dumbass." he swallows thickly, feeling uncomfortable with the thought of you not wanting to be around him. he pushes up from the counter, sighing, "thanks for the help." his tone is sarcastic, snarky, as he runs a hand through his hair before heading to the living room where you were with nick.

yeah, you'd resorted to hanging out with nick, when matt was in the house—it wasn't unusual, just.. weird considering how worried he was. it was petty of you, you knew it, but..

"hey," the tension is unsettling, and he hates it. you hate it too. you both hate it. nick's in the middle of it, fiddling with the beads of the bracelet he'd been making with you with a sideways glance at matt as if to tell him that he fucked up, big time. matt knew that, of course he did. you glance up at him, a tiny bit guilty. "nick, you mind if i steal her away for a bit?" he jokes, glancing at you with soft, almost sad puppy dog eyes.

"go ahead," nick mumbles, not exactly wanting to be stuck between couple drama and kind of just wanting to make cute bracelets.

you reluctantly get up, handing the beads back to nick. a dramatic sigh slips past your lips, and you make your way over to matt, looking at him expectantly. he swallows hard, gently grasping at your arm and leading you to his room, closing the door behind him. looking back at you, he finds you standing there with your arms folded over your chest defensively. his heart melts. "baby," he starts.

you glance away, frowning. you weren't mad at him, could never be mad at him, but.. uncertain and worried and all those bad feelings that made your head hurt and stomach ache. "matt," not even a matty? now he's frowning, unsure of how to approach this without making an absolute fool of himself. you had him wrapped so tight around your pretty finger, it was unbelievable.

"you're upset with me," matt mumbles, sounding dejected and upset with himself that he'd done something to upset you. "c'mon, look at me," you won't even look at him, give him the time of day.

kind of like how he made you feel, right? he doesn't know where the thought came from, and maybe it's from how you refuse to look at him, but.. he starts to piece things together. especially when you accidentally look at him despite the whole ignoring thing you have going on. "oh, baby," he says softly, ashamed. he hadn't been looking after you the way he should, right? that's what he's thinking, and he knows he's right.

"mmph," you glance away, focusing your gaze on the ceiling. it's how a child, a particularly petulant one, would react to being neglected in the way matt had done to you. his frown only deepens, hands moving to clasp at your thighs. you flinch at the cold metal of his rings against your warm skin, however you relax moments after. "i'm sorry," he starts, knowing a simple apology won't get you to forgive him. he knows you well, after all. "c'mon, let me.." he says softly, pulling you gently towards the bed. he's careful, not too forceful in case you don't want him to touch you or anything. he's too on edge. you let out a quiet sound as the back of your knees hit the bed, and you plonk down, eyes flickering up to his.

it would seem pathetic to some, desperate to many, the way he drops to his knees infront of you. it even surprises you, and you finally look at him properly. a giggle bubbles from your throat, despite yourself, "what are you doing?" your tone is soft, upset but oozing curiosity. his baby blues meet your eyes, and he swallows hard. "makin' it up to you, ma." he runs his hands over your thighs, chest rising and falling in gentle breaths as he takes you in. all his, right? all his.

matt lets his hand gently slide over your thighs, the exhale he lets out shaky and almost whimpery in nature. "wasn't bein' nice to my girl, was i?" he shakes his head, watching the way you nod slowly, "you weren't," you say matter-of-factly, because he wasn't. matt agrees, a soft hum of acknowledgement slipping past his lips. he feels so bad for ignoring you like that, having his priorities else where even when he was busy with work.

his head dips down to suckle gently at your soft skin, tentatively kissing at it. his blue eyes lift to yours for a moment, as if asking for permission. you nod, swallowing hard. "let me make it up to you," he asks, before he continues, murmuring against your skin, "let me make it up to you. please, baby, wanna make it all better."

how could you say no to that? the sound of him begging?

"okay," you say gently, "if you'll let me rant," he moans softly against your thigh, and he nods gently, mumbling something in affirmation but you can't hear it, nor do you really care, since his touch is a little bit mind fogging. his hands grasp at your thighs, tugging you impossibly closer.

"go on," he says quietly, bringing your legs over his shoulders so he can take care of your soft skin the way he wants to, needs to. but also to hear you take your frustrations out on him, it's the least he can do, isn't it? he sounds so apologetic, it's heart melting. "i dunno, kinda feels like you don't really care about me," you say quietly, a little ashamed for even thinking it. matt lets out a whimpery sound, like it pains him to even hear that.

"no, no, no, baby," matt leaves soft marks on your skin, nibbling gently. he's only careful with you, nothing less than delicate with your body. the open mouthed kisses he leaves make a shiver run down your spine, and you continue, "it's dumb.. but, just.. i feel ignored," oh, not right now. you feel very much attended to. "and like.. i'm not really.. you don't think about me? more about your work?"

matt's hands grasp tightly at your thighs instinctively as he swallows hard, shaking his head, "ma.." it's like he doesn't even think twice as he reaches for your leggings, tugging them down quickly but gently. "lift up f'me," he mumbles quietly, pulling down the leggings with relative ease. they're discarded soon enough, and you flinch a little at the cold air on your legs. "i'm so sorry, god.." he tugs your clothed cunt closer to him with another tug to your legs, leaning in and nuzzling himself against you.

a sharp gasp slips past your lips at the friction and your fingers instantly thread through his dark hair, his groan vibrating against your core at the sensation of you tugging. "ah.." your lips part, a pretty sound escaping you. he relishes in those sounds, adores them, and he starts to coax more when he starts mouthing over your clit through the fabric. the sensation is new to you, but not at all unwarranted. his pretty groans make it even better.

"m'so sorry.." his fingers, as he wets the fabric of your underwear even more, skim over the waistband of the fabric between the two of you. he tugs, once or twice, as if asking for permission. "go on," you say softly, a giggle bubbling from you again when he pulls down your underwear with relative ease and definite eagerness. an awed groan slips past his lips at the sight of your pretty pussy, one of his favourite things in the world. "there she is.." he says softly under his breath. eyes lifting to yours.

"been neglectin' you," he addresses you directly, tone soft, then he looks to your cunt, head tilting gently, "and neglecting her, huh? how bad of me.." matt tuts, shaking his head once more. he brings you close once more, giving a gentle pat to your puffy pussy and watching as you squirm almost instantly. "should make it better for my girls, shouldn't i?" another pat, and he's diving in, letting out a groan against your folds as he kisses and slips his tongue across them.

"she tastes so good, huh? she missed me," matt's words make you cry out softly, taken off guard by how desperate he is to please you. you tighten your grip on his hair a little and even squeeze your thighs around his head a bit more, causing him to groan into your soft, wet skin. "matt, oh, shit," you whimper, and he swirls his tongue around you, shifting lower so his nose bumps against your clit with every movement of his head.

his tongue circles your entrance for a moment before he flicks his tongue into your wet hole, loving the way you practically grind down onto his face. "take what you want, that's it," his words are muffled by your heat, and how you're almost sat on his face, but you get them nonetheless, eyes fluttering down to his own meeting yours. matt's hands slide down to your ass, squeezing and kneading in his hands.

matt's not even focused on himself, no, not at all, his hips grinding into the bed slowly to gain some kind of friction at all. he might end up cumming in his pants, he doesn't care, as long as you feel good and wanted. he never wants you to feel ignored or neglected again. you're his girl, his. "holy fucking shit," he's good with his mouth, like, good. and he knows it, lord does he know it.

the moment your hips start to stutter from his mouth sucking and licking at your pretty pussy, he doesn't let up, only making his movements more intense and pleasurable for you.

"that's it, fuck," he grunts, your thighs squeezing around his head once more. he doesn't even mind it, not at all. in fact, it gets him going, nose bumping against your clit enough to have you whining and squirming against his face, that familiar tight knot of arousal squeezing in your abdomen. matt can feel it too, as he eats you out like his life depends on it, which to him, it really does. "yeah, baby, there we go, that's it, come all over my face, make a mess on me, shit.."

you in fact, do, without any shame in the world. why feel shame when your man was making you feel so fucking amazing? your thighs tremble around his head and he helps you ride out your orgasm, licking slowly to bring you back down to earth without overstimulating you. soon, he pulls back, not even minding the state of well, his face. "did so good for me," he mumbles breathlessly, and you swallow hard. "that.. felt.. oh my god, matthew." a chuckle escapes him at the use of matthew and not just matt, and he gently pushes up off his knees to lay down on the bed on his back. his hands find your hips, slowly bringing you over on top of him.

"matthew, huh?" matt smiles, a gentle, loving smile that tells you exactly how much he cares for and adores you. a little grunt slips past his lips as he tugs his boxers down enough to free his cock, pre cum leaking from it due to how he was basically humping the bed earlier. your eyes flutter over him as you look down at him, swallowing hard, and he murmurs, "so pretty, ma," he gives his cock a few quick strokes, before he lines himself up with your tight hole. "i got you.."

you let out a pitiful little whine when he pulls you down onto him, the stretch making your lips part with soft noises, and matt tilts his head, taking in your form as you squirm. "relax for me.. i've got you.." his eyes flutter over your body, adoringly. his heart swells with warmth, just.. he can't believe he's so lucky. "i'm gonna fuckin'.. explode," you mumble breathlessly.

"i'll pick up the pieces, baby," he leans back against the headboard, hands squeezing at your hips. matt swallows hard, just in awe for a moment. "gorgeous, gorgeous girl. how'd i get so damn lucky?" he lets you adjust to him for a moment, waiting for the greenlight. "you'd be even luckier if you started movin'," ever the graceful, you are, he thinks to himself, and a laugh escapes him again.

"right, right, sorry," a giggle escapes you too, but it soon melts into a moan when he lifts you up, only to drop you back down. his eyes flutter to yours, baby blues dark with sheer want, and he grunts under his breath at how tight you are. "wish i could stay buried in your pussy forever, honey," he guides your movements a few more times till you find a rhythm, however his hands remain on your thighs to hold you up if you get tired.

"mmh, shit, shit, shit," your love for profanity only fuels his adoration for you, his hands squeezing at your thighs as you bounced on his cock, the sounds of skin slapping against skin hitting your ears. he didn't think about how loud the two of you were being and the fact his door was open, no, he wanted to make you feel as loved and wanted as you should. "feels so good, matt, mmh!"

he's doing a very good job at it too.

"that's it, fuck, look so pretty ridin' my dick like that, you like that, mama? yeah.." his eyes follow the way your tits bounce beneath your top, and he pushes up the fabric so he can get a good view of them. no one's ever looked at you with such adoration like that, it's intoxicating. matt greedily gropes at you, squeezing and flicking your nipples just because. and because it makes you clench around him so good. "these pretty titties, fuck."

matt swallows hard, getting lost in you as you get lost in him too, holding onto his hoodie tight as you lift your hips up and down. "never wanna make you feel bad again, never wanna do that. m'so sorry baby, fuck, you forgive me? forgive me, please, ma?" he's practically begging, hands squeezing your body all over, showing how much he loves you. "always got time for my baby, for my girl. even if i don't, gonna make it, promise, fuckin'.. promise," he mumbles, words borderline incoherent.

it makes you smile, it makes you beam, and you're not mad at him. you'd stopped being upset with him since he made you come all over his face, to be totally honest. "it's okay, it's okay," you murmur softly, "i forgive you, okay? i forgive you." matt squeezes your hips once more, bucking his own into you to drive himself deeper inside of you. the way you squeeze around him is intoxicating.

"gonna come, ma, shit," matt whimpers, and you coo softly at his whiny tone, "yeah? go on, come for me," he whines shakily, gripping your thighs tighter and thrusting up into you harder. his chest rises and falls in quick breaths, dark hair falling over his eyes as he lets out soft sounds as pretty as yours. "where d'you want it?" he asks breathlessly, eyes searching yours.

"want it inside," just the sound of your voice saying shit like that has him groaning, hips stuttering as he feels himself reach that peak, ropes of cum painting your walls as he lets go. you find yourself gushing around him around the same time too, a shaky series of moans and whines slipping past your lips. matt takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around you and press your body against his. his head soon nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "i love you so much," he breathes out.

"love you too," you murmur in response, relaxing into him. you're happy to stay there for a while.

or go again.

๋࣭ ⭑ taglist / @mattslolita , @st7rnioioss , @flairdean , @mattsluv , @bepositiveforachange , @poetatorturadaa , @onlynextdoor

๋࣭ ⭑ line dividers / @rookthornesartistry

[ovrour]

𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑' ─── christopher o. sturniolo

# 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . christopher o. sturniolo x ex!gf reader

# 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 . . . chris cant let you go even when he knows he has too.

# 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 . . . angst

# 𝐀𝐍 . . . theres a big ass plot twist

# 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 . . . Lover, you should’ve come over by Jeff Buckley

It had been a year. A year since Chris’ world came crashing down. A year since he lost everything. He lost you. It hit him hard, he would’ve never seen the breakup coming. He didn’t know why it happened. Why he had to lose his beautiful girl. Chris wasn’t sure if he could even call you that anymore. You weren’t together, and you hadn’t been for a year. But, he was never going to stop calling you his girl. You were each other's everything. And he missed having you as his everything.

Chris couldn’t get over, he hadn’t gotten over it. He never will. Chris knew he had to let you go but, he wouldn’t. Currently, Chris was sitting in your favorite restaurant, the one he first took you to when he asked to be your boyfriend. He felt like it was the only place where he could feel happy knowing that he had the chance to have been with you. But now, it felt like nothing. Nothing without seeing your enticing eyes, or delicate smile. It was stupid really. Stupid of him to still miss you even after a year.

Chris is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a ringing noise. It’s Matt calling him. “Hey, We’re about to film a video. Are you down?” Matt spoke over the phone. “Yeah, I’ll start getting ready.” “Alright. We’ll be there in 20.”

Chris then hung up the phone and left for his room. By the time he was done, Matt had just pulled into the driveway, honked letting Chris know he was home. Chris rushed out the door putting his shoes on. He rushed into the car, closing the door behind him, finally putting on his shoes, he was out of breath. “Hey, you okay? You look upset.” Nick asked him. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just thinking.” Chris replied.

In all reality it wasn’t just thinking. He was thinking about his girl. The girl he had met when he was fresh into middle school, the one who he had fallen in love with. He felt so alone now that his girl was gone, he had no one to go talk to about his day, how filming went, or how much fun he had going out with his brothers.

“Are you sure you're just thinking? Or are you thinking about y/n?” Matt hinted. Chris just looked at him and sighed. “Chris, it’s time to let her go. It’s been a year. She’s probably moved on already.” Nick stated. “I know okay? But, I can’t let go of someone I loved for so long.” Chris commented, tears starting to swell in this eyes. “Hey, don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay. It takes time to get over someone you’ve loved for so long.” Matt chimed in.

“Look, we’re gonna get some food, record a video and then we can go home okay? And maybe you can ask her mom about how well she’s doing. I know you’ve been wanting to text her.” All three of them stopped by McDonald’s and picked up some food before they found a spot to record. They answered a few questions, laughed together, and just chatted.

After they finished recording they went back home. Chris thought about you the whole time there. He couldn’t stop talking or thinking about you. He felt so bad because he hadn’t reached out to you in months. The last time he talked to you was to wish you a happy birthday. So, when he got home that was the first thing he did. But, when he did, he didn’t expect the messages to turn green. He knows you hadn’t blocked him, or at least he didn’t think so. If you did, he didn’t want to think about it.

“Chris, what’re you doing?” Nick asked, standing behind him. “I'm trying to text y/n but my messages are turning green.” He replied. “Are you sure she hasn't blocked you?” Matt inserted. “No, i don't think so. i dont think she has a reason to.”

“well, you should ask her mom, see if she’s okay.”

“yeah, i’ll text her right now.”

Chris then texted your mom, asking her if you were okay. She didn't reply at first, so he waited and waited and waited. To keep his mind off things, he did a couple chores. took a shower, got dressed, and ate some food. That's when he feels a vibration. it was y/n’s mom. He opened the message and his heart dropped.

it felt like the world had gotten slower. Everything went quiet, it was like it was just him, alone, left in the world. Chris couldn't hear the twins calling for him. Chris didn't expect to receive the message that he did. Finally, Chris calms down and hears Nick yelling for him.

“Chris, are you okay? I heard something fall.” Nick questioned. Chris didn’t say anything, he just looked at him. “Chris?” Matt blurted out.

“She's dead.”

“Who’s dead?” Chris didn't reply. “Chris, who the fuck is dead.” Matt stated. “Y/n. She’s dead.” Chris replied, typing on his phone. Tears start swelling in his eyes. “No. She's not dead. We just talked to her last month.” Nick cried. “How did she die?” “She was murdered.” Chris responded.

“I cant believe we didn’t check up on her. We were so busy.”

“Her poor soul. She was such a beautiful person. I hope her mom is okay.”

“Yeah. I hope that she's okay. I can't imagine how hard it is for her.”

Chris stood up, walked out the door, and just stood there. He looked up to the moon and said “I'm so sorry I couldn't check up on you more. I'm so sorry.” He sat down and just cried. His girl was gone. His girl was sent from heaven. Now she was in heaven, resting not having to suffer anymore. He was never going to forget you. And ‘till this day, he tells everyone about you, and about how much of an amazing person you were. He wants people to know that you weren’t just a girl to him. you were his best friend. You were always going to be his best friend. He’ll always remember you as…

his girl sent from heaven.

©️ ovrour

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[ghostmisworld]

OKAY

headcanon (dont know if this counts cuz it's just me observing facts and human phycology -kinda-)

Nico and Will are HEAVILY affected by favoritism. okay, and it's really obvious in Nico's case, but Will is totally affected by favoritism, too. AND NEPOTISM. Will clearly spends a lot of time in the big house, ya know where Chiron lives. he's currently the only healer. Oh, you know Chiron's specialty. Chiron totally has a soft spot for my boy. Kay now older campers do it, too. Campers that knew Lee, Micheal, or any other apollo campers look at this man and remember when he was following his siblings around, being forced to come with them to hang out because the child needs supervision. They look at him, and they see their dead friends' baby brother, forced to grow up too fast, and they know all their friends would have wanted was for him to be happy. So he gets away with a lot on that front, too. Especially with Clarisse, cuz that poor girl has so much survivors guilt. and i don't think her and Micheal were enemies, just dumb teens. and she really thinks if she had just sucked up her pride, he (and Silena) would still be here. now NEPOTISM. as everyone who read camp half blood confidential that one book that's totally about concrete knows apollo CREATES camp half blood. WILL'S DAD! this man is basically like the super attendants son. ok does this alone give him special treatment no clearly you've read this whole thing if your here. (thx btw I feel really special now) also this man is head medic just thought about this but it's important. because are you really going to upset the guy who makes sure you don't die from blood loss and the flu. I THINK NOT.

so in conclusion Will is equal if not more of a nepo baby/favorite camper than nico and more people should consider this and make him use this clear advantage. like imagine will gets really hurt and cries out for his brother (cuz teenagers are still children who need support and can cry) and all of a sudden a group of slightly older teens (will was 12 in tlo Micheal was 16 there would be like an average of a 4 year age gap between Micheal friends and Will is use Micheal because I don't know who was just over will in age) all appear and are ready to beat your ahh. he would also totally use this to threaten people. man has power

[loveandmurders]

Hello🖤

If you're accepting requests i may have a fun idea. I've had this scenario in my head for a while but dont have the writing skills for it.

So basically billy, stu and reader (all three were ghostface) escaped from the police and while on the run (let's ignore geography for this) they come across a kind (but a bit strange) man who carries roadkill on the back of his truck and he kindly gives them a ride to the nearest town - Ambrose. Slasher shenanigans ensue

The reader can be gn, the gender doesnt really matter. You can choose if you want to write a blurb, headcannon and stuff

Im sorry if this too much to ask and you can tottaly ignore this

Hello, love sorry it took me so long to get to your request, but here you are! Hope you'll enjoy <3

SOME INTERESTING HOLIDAYS (Ghostface x GN!reader)

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of sexual activities, of blood and violence

-You hadn’t thought things would go so out of hand. But now the more you thought about it, the more obvious it was that your plan wasn’t a flawless one… you actually forgot the essential (like in most horror movies): a good ending - especially for the killers.

-You killed everyone - no final girl for once.

-And your two lovers would have enjoyed playing with you in the blood of their victims and glory of the victory, but you quickly realised you had to leave before the cops could find you.

-So here you were, with your two lovers - Billy and Stu - running away as far as possible and as quick as possible from Woodsboro.

-Billy was a little bit annoyed he was forced to leave the city. He hadn’t really thought of the consequences of all of this, and maybe it was also why he was feeling so upset. He was supposed to be a mastermind.

-Stu was laughing, he was so proud of what happened and adrenaline was still pumping into his veins. His hands were happily roaming your body as Billy was driving.

-As long as your boys were safe, you were happy too. You kissed Stu with fierce passion until you heard Billy groan.

-You sent him a little look, quite curious about why he was so grumpy now. “Don’t distract me” Billy finally said and both Stu and yourself started to laugh and to tease him.

-Your life was a dangerous one and you didn’t even know what you were going to do with yourself now, but as long as you were all together, you didn’t really care.

-The three of you drove for days and weeks; you were starting to get bored actually, and there was no plan on when to stop or even where. Until you saw some advertisements for a “House of Wax”.

-Billy didn’t want to stop for this but you whined so much - and Stu supported you - so he finally gave in. He rolled his eyes and reminded the two of you you were children.

-It was then you met a truck on the other side of the road. The driver stopped at your level and lowered down his window “All good?” he asked you in a very heavy southern accent. You peered into the truck and could see roadkills, but the man looked sweet.

-You knew you all looked innocent as well though; so you knew better than to judge a book by its cover.

-Billy explained to the man that you were on holiday and you wanted to visit the House of Wax since you saw the advertisements. He also asked if there was a motel nearby. 

-The man - Lester - said there was no motel near the House of Wax, that you would need to go into another town for that. However, the museum was a really interesting place. It appeared that his late mother and brother were taking care of it.

-You all politely thanked Lester and agreed to follow behind his truck to not get lost on the roads. The man was nice but you all felt something was… amiss.

-When you arrived in Ambrose, you all exchanged a look.

-“If that’s not a killer on the run dream…” Billy muttered as he looked around “No one could find us here” he continued.

-“But there is no motel around either.” you hummed “And it really looks… deserted. I didn’t even see Ambrose on the plans when we looked at the last gas station.” you added “How could people still live here?”

-“Well you'll quickly know it, because we’ll try to stay here, at least for a little while. No one can find us.” Billy replied and you pouted.

-“We’ll get bored here” you whined but the boys gave you a look full of promise; how could you get bored when they were around?

-You all got out of the car and thanked Lester again. He also introduced you to his big brother, Bo.

-Bo instantly watched you all with great interest. You were young, you were hot and he was certain you would all look amazing in the House of Wax.

-No need to say that the twins were very surprised about how good you were when they tried to kill you, and that you were now the ones trying to kill them. With Lester, you were clearly on equal strength.

-You had discovered that the town was empty apart from the Sinclairs and the wax statues and you started to understand that it was like a massive deadly trap. But you were good with your knives and you actually were crazy enough to enjoy it. It was like a workout for the three of you.

-At some point, you managed to jump on Vincent and to put a knife under his chin. Bo aimed at you, Billy aimed at Bo with a gun he found and Stu blocked Lester from coming closer.

-“Alright, alright, how ‘bout we talk ‘bout this?” Bo finally offered. He noticed that Vincent didn’t try to get away from you, so it meant his twin could tell you would slice his throat open if he tried anything.

-“You’re the ones who attacked us” Billy argued back.

-“Is it like a playground for killers?” you hummed and Stu smirked.

-“Who the fuck are ya?” Lester frowned.

-“Who we are doesn’t matter, what matters is that we are killers. Just like you. But right now, Y/N is the best of us and they are going to kill your brother if you don’t let us go” Billy replied and you looked up at Bo with a dark smile, drawing a little bit of blood from Vincent.

-Bo instantly lowered his gun, put it on the ground and Lester moved away a little as well. They both put their hands up. You exchanged a look with Billy and Stu before moving from Vincent. You were all facing each other now, wondering what to do next.

-The Sinclairs had never met people like them, especially not people so brutal, so smart and so dangerous than you all. They felt curiosity, even more when Billy wrapped an arm around your waist and you moved your head on Stu’s shoulder. You looked like the lovers of Death. So young and so good looking, and yet so deadly.

-“Ya’re on the run” Bo hummed “And ya were lookin’ for somewhere to stay” he guessed. Vincent signed something to his brothers. Lester didn’t seem too happy about it and Bo thought his twin was losing it.

-“What did he say?” you asked with an arched eyebrow. No one answered you and it annoyed the boys “They asked you a question” Billy growled.

-“Vincent’s invitin’ ya over… he’s really interested in ya’ll” Bo finally replied.

-You were always the one enjoying playing with fire the more so you quickly moved closer and shook hands with Vincent.

-“I’d like that. I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, I guess” you smirked.

-Vincent and you got along pretty instantly, even though you didn’t know ASL. He wrote to you so you could communicate. Your shared love for knives helped a lot as a discussion starter. And then, your love to sneak around and kill people. And then, your love for every kind of art. You wanted to hide in Ambrose now and Vincent was more than eager to welcome you here. It would be nice to have people around who were understanding his way of life. And there were so many houses that could be your new home, at least for as long as you needed to hide away.

-Bo and Billy weren’t too happy about it, because it wasn’t part of the plan, because they couldn’t trust anyone, because they would need to be even more careful than usual so their favourite people wouldn’t get hurt.

-Stu was happy if you were happy, even if he was a little bit jealous of the attention you were giving to Vincent, at first. So he joined the two of you in your conversation, and he actually started to have fun as well. Lester noticed how Vincent seemed to be relaxed and it warmed his heart. It never happened before that his brother was so at ease around strangers.

-You all ate together in Sinclair's house. Bo stayed quite silent, observing you all, just like Billy. At some point, he asked: “So what, ya ain’t surprised my brother’s wearin’ a mask?” he asked. He just wanted for you to say something that would upset Vincent so they would kill you all in your sleep.

-But the three of you just shrugged “You’re kidding, masks are super cool. We’ll show you ours tomorrow” you smiled and the boys nodded “What’s a killer without a mask anyway?” Billy agreed “It’s classic horror” he added “Yeah so lame of you, Bo, to not wear any mask, by the way. You could have been the masked twins, ugh such a missed opportunity” Stu continued.

-Lester started to laugh and he thought he quite liked you all. You were some fresh air in Ambrose, fun and crazy. He knew it was the beginning of a new era for his family.

-Bo was bewildered but he guessed you weren’t so bad then. You had been polite with Lester and you weren’t judging his twin, so you could stay. Maybe he would even learn to love you.

-Vincent was eager to keep you all in Ambrose, forever. Maybe you could even help the Sinclairs build the future. You were going to be part of the family, he could feel it because you were different from usual people.

-You were monsters, too.

[ponyboysgf]

i accidentally posted my draft so i have to ss the request now💔 but im actually so so happy that you requested this because i’ve been LIVING for angst recently.

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ “I thought I’d lost you.” — ᴊ. ᴄᴀᴅᴇ

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୨୧⋆. angst with a happy ending

⋆·˚ ༘ * — warnings : slut shaming, cursing, and i think thats it!

⋆·˚ ༘ * — pairing : F!Curtis x Johnny C.

⋆·˚ ༘ * — A/N : so so so sorry if this is bad! i wrote this over a course of a few days so sorry if it doesn’t align in some parts💔. I dont reread my work because then ill start to get insecure and i’d just rather not delete something i worked so hard on so i hope this is what you were looking for!!

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You and Johnny were home alone on your couch watching a movie that has been long forgotten, you two were too wrapped up making out to even pay attention on what was playing. You were sitting beside him, palm cupping his face, just as things started to get heated, Johnny pulled away.

“Hey, uh. Dally told me you patched him up after he got into a fight with somebody at one of Buck’s parties yesterday.” He said, his big brown eyes locking with yours, his breath slightly heavy from the makeout.

“Yeah, he was beaten up pretty badly. He came over cause he wanted a drink and Pony, Soda, and Darry were all off somewhere so I patched him up.” You said shrugging it off, because to you, it didn’t mean anything, Dally was just a friend that happened to come over when nobody was home and you patched him up. Nothing happened and you knew that, but Johnny didn’t.

It’s not that he believes you would cheat, but he knows how Dally is and knows that Dally probably hit on you. And that made him mad, he knew he would never confront Dally about it and so he took it out on you instead.

“And what, you kiss him after?” He barked, rolling his eyes and he adjusting his body, turning it away from you and facing the Television.

You, clearly taken back by this, let out a soft scoff. “Johnny, are you serious?” You questioned, in disbelief on why he was acting like this.

“I know how Dally is. You probably fixed him up and he got frisky and you let him. Probably even started making out with him on this same damn couch.” He retorted back, proving to you that he was in-fact not messing around.

“Johnny. You know I wouldn’t do that. I don’t know why you are acting like this.” You said, tears forming in your eyes because you really didn’t know why he was acting like this. Dally came over for a drink, expecting Soda, Darry, or Pony to be home and you felt bad and patched him up while he smoke a cigarette, and then he thanked you and left.

“But do I know? Do I really?” He barked, clearly hurt and jumping to conclusions as he got up from the couch, he quickly ran his fingers through his greased hair before speaking again. “It’s okay, I knew you were a slut from the start.” He clenched his fists before marching to the door, opening it and slamming it behind him as he stormed off. The house shaking slightly at the impact before resting.

You sat there and began sobbing. Did Johnny really think that?? Did the guy that you believed you loved, truly loved, think you were a slut? You curled up in a ball and stayed that away until your brothers come home.

Sodapop walked in first, singing your name as he walked inside and said he brought food. He stopped singing as soon as he saw you crying. He quickly rushed beside you on the couch and sat down, running his fingers through your hair.

“Are you okay?? What happened?” He asked sweetly, genuine concern on his face. Mascara had been running down your face and you couldn’t stop crying if your life depended on it.

Darry was the second one to notice, his big brother instincts quickly kicking in as he put a hand on your back.

“Who was it?” He asked, sternly. Clearly ready to find whoever made his little sister upset💔.You didn’t reply at first and just laid down, your head resting in Soda’s lap as he stroked your hair.

Ponyboy walked in, “What’s all the commotion?” He asked, walking in before noticing you. “Oh.” Stopping in his tracks, most of the time if you got upset he would just tease you in that little brother way, but that was only if you were crying over something small like your lipstick breaking, but he could tell this was serious. He didn’t know what to do and so he just looked at Darry, silently asking for permission to go to his room.

Darry noticed and silently nodded his head, his hand still rubbing your back. Ponyboy quickly rushed to his room, not knowing how to deal with his older sister crying.

“Just tell us whenever you’re ready, kiddo.” Darry said, sitting beside you. “Johnny called me a slut.” You spat out and Sodapop almost choked over his own spit.

“Johnnycake said that?” Sodapop, obviously taken aback by Johnny acting like that. Like seriously? Johnny said that? The same guy who had been in the gang for years? The same guy who had been so sweet about asking Darry if it was okay if asked you out??

“I’ll go talk to him.” Darry said, getting up. Sodapop reached forward and grabbed his hand. “Let’s let Ponyboy handle this.” Sodapop said.

Darry nodded before he yelled for Ponyboy to come into the living room. “What you yelling my name for?” He asked as he walked beside Sodapop.

“You need to talk to Johnny, ask him what happened between them two.” Darry said, putting his hands on his hips.

“Why do I gotta be the one to do it?” Ponyboy asked, not feeling like going out into the cold.

“Because you and so, now get.” Darry said, patting Ponyboy on the back, urging him to get a move on.

“Alright.” Ponyboy said, heading out the door and walking to the lot. He knew Johnny wouldn’t be home.

Once he reached the lot, he saw Johnny.

“Hey.” Ponyboy said as he sat down beside Johnny. Johnny was silently crying but he immediately wiped his eyes when he saw Ponyboy.

“Hi, Pone.” Johnny said, trying to keep his cool. “I-I know I hurt her, okay?” Johnny said, rubbing the back of his neck as he brought his knees up to his chest and gripped the grass in his palms. “No need to lecture me about it, I already know.”

“Oh, Johnny. I’m not gonna holler at you.” He said rubbing his back as he scooted closer to him. “What happened between you two anyway?”

“I accused her of sleeping with Dally. It’s stupid, I know. I was just— upset.” Johnny said, putting his head in his palm. “I think I ruined my chance with her, Pony.” Johnny said, tears forming in his eyes again. “I bet she won’t ever want to see my face again.”

“Johnny, you and I both know that ain’t true. Just talk to her.”

“I-I’m scared Pony, what if she doesn’t want to speak to me?”

“It’s gonna be okay, Johnny. At least she will know you’re sorry.”

Johnny nodded and got up, brushing the dirt off his pants. “Okay.” He said, helping Ponyboy up before he wrapped him in a big hug.

“You’re welcome, Johnny.” Ponyboy chuckled out, hugging Johnny back. “Wanna walk back with me?”

“No— no, It’s okay. I wanna figure out what I’m gonna say first.” Johnny said, wiping tears from his eyes. (Poor baby💔)

Ponyboy nodded and turned around and headed back to the Curtis home.

By the time he got back, Sodapop was asleep and Darry was sitting in his recliner, waiting for Pony to come back. You were in your bed curled up in a ball, your head pounding from crying so much.

Ponyboy opened the screen door and walked inside. “Hey, Darry.” Ponyboy nodded towards him before heading to his and Soda’s room.

Darry ended up nodding off in his chair shortly after Ponyboy came back.

Eventually you fell asleep, you were so exhausted after the emotions you got put through that day that you just passed out.

Around 2am, you heard tapping at your window.

You groggily woke up, rubbing your eyes and sat there for a minute, trying to figure out if it was real or if you were just hearing things.

But there it was again, tapping against your window.

You walked over and saw Johnny standing outside of your window, he smiled a bit once he saw you.

Against your own body, you opened the window.

“What are you doing here, Johnny?” You blurted out. Your emotions from today turning into anger.

Your emotions softened when you saw Johnny’s reddened eyes.

“Listen, before you yell at me. I’m so sorry. I was mad and I took it out on you and you ain’t deserve that. I don’t think you’re a slut. You’re the best thing that happened to me and frankly, I don’t think I deserve you.” Johnny said, his hands shaking as he tried to keep his composure.

He was about to go on another rant about how sorry he was but you cut him off, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug.

“ ‘Ts okay, Johnny.” You muttered.

And all of the sudden, Johnny just broke down sobbing as he hugged you back, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I-I thought I lost you.” He breathed against your neck, gripping your shirt as he pulls you closer.

“You could never lose me.” You muttered, smiling softly into his chest. You tiredly led him onto your bed, and laid down.

Without saying anything, he climbed on top of you and laid his head on your chest.

You two fell asleep like that, your fingers running through his hair as you two listened to each others heartbeats.

[heartsforjohnnycake]

this came to me in the shower but anyways

parry is “casual” by chappell roan and they had their first kiss in september at 15 at an afterparty for a football game they won, they also said “i’m not a..” “yeah, me neither” every time they kissed

stevepop is “the giver” by chappell roan, they first kissed two months after the events of the book, they’re not out to anyone but they’re both comfortable with themselves.

purly is “the subway” by chappell roan, they had their first kiss in late march in 1967 (or 1969 in the musical) in the lot, curly never left tulsa and died from gang violence but ponyboy made it out on a scholarship and made it to nyc to become a famous writer and journalist who mostly published about homelessness, poverty, and gangs.

modern au purly is “merry christmas, please don’t call” by bleacers AND “merry christmas, i miss you” buy alex crichton BUT i have to elaborate in a different post because its a whole thing

johnnyboy was a qpr, they HAVE kissed multiple times but it was rare, their song is “seven” by taylor swift, they were very close and clingy to each other as kids.

jally is “sparks” by coldplay, dally was the “older brother” to johnny, johnny was also really upset when he saw dally in the afterlife because he wanted him to live his life thinking of him (does that make sense? johnny wanted dally to live for him)

dar-bit is “you are enough” by sleeping at last, they had a platonic brotherly relationship and often two-bit would reassure darry late at night when they’re drinking together

the curtis gang is “back on you” by djo, they all have been close since they met and can always lean back on each other for anything they have an issue with. they’re each other’s family

cherry & marcia is “best friend” by conan gray, they always talk out their issues and know everything about each other. they’re the definition of “soul sister”

cherry & bob is “afterglow” by taylor swift, they fight ALOT but always tend to get over it. they’d be soulmates, if it wasn’t for the fact that they can never seem to see eye to eye

sylvia is “kilby girl” by the backseat lovers, OR “she don’t like boys” by ariya. idk they both just make me things of her

sandypop is “august” by taylor swift because the last month they were together was august. they both think about how fast it went by all the time.

sandy is “you’re on your own, kid” by taylor swift, she made so many mistakes but at the end of the day, she was still a teenage girl suddenly on her own, wishing she could take everything back for just one night being a teenager again

evie is “dancing queen” by ABBA, she’s a teenage girl living her best life with friends and a boyfriend who loves her. she’s young and sweet, only 17, literally

(this ones really random) i like to think evie either grew up rich/middle class or is middle class but has alot of greaser friends and acts like them JUST so i can say that stevie is “uptown girl” by billy joel bc it’s so them. they’re so silly i love them

i dont know much about the musical girls, but i do know ace is “LABOUR (the cacophony)” by Paris Paloma. like everytime she’s mentioned tje song comes on i don’t make the rules. it’s not edited btw the actresses can just do that

two-bit is “why’s everybody always pickin’ on me” bu bloodhound gang. i saw nutsackx’s animation of him to that song and i havent been the same since. its so fitting

SANDY IS ALSO “nobody’s girl” by reckless kelly. ITS SO HER IT MAKES SM SENSE. i just NEED to spread this song it’s my favorite song like ever

ponyboy is “we hug now” by sydney rose. it’s super fitting.. “you’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me” because his world DID end when his parents died. his world DID end when johnny and dally died. life went on and everyone moved on but there’s still a part of him still stuck on those events. everything he does, every little decision, is haunted by SOMEBODY. his world DID end after these events. his parents, johnny, and dally, ALL haunt the narrative of his life. while everyone else just moved on.

sodapop is “mirrorball” by taylor swift, he will reflect others’ personality to make them the brightest version of themselves while slowly falling apart inside, silently. he is literally breaking into a million pieces to make others shine in their own way.

darry is “you’re gonna go far” by noah kahan, he is stuck in tulsa his whole life while watching everyone leave in their own way. he’ll watch steve and soda join the military, two-bit pass from alcohol poisoning or drunk driving, johnny die from the fire, dally die from getting shot, paul ditch him after he leaved college when his parents die, ponyboy go off to college and pursue his writing dreams, all while being stuck in Tulsa. he has to support everyone and watch them all get out and go far while roofing houses and barely affording rent

johnny is “last words of a shooting star” by mitski, he died painfully and wishing he was anywhere else. he wanted to die clean and pretty and better and old, but he didn’t get to because of one little thing. if him and ponyboy hadn’t fallen asleep in the lot, or maybe if they didn’t go to the drive in, he would’ve lived. he spent his last days wishing he was anywhere else, he’d even have taken his parents’ house (not his, it was never really his) instead of the church. he wanted to die clean and pretty, but he’d be too busy

the outsiders is “the great war” by taylor swift, because it really was the great war of tulsa. it’s the brutal story the other teenagers would tell their kids when they’re teenagers. it’s the story of an unnecessary war of two sides; that never really were different. the outsiders is the great war because it took deaths to end it. the outsiders is the great war because nothing in it was fair. it wasn’t fair that ponyboy almost got killed for talking to someone on the other side of the tracks, but it’s not entirely fair that bob was killed, either. the outsiders is the great war because it’s a story of the morally grey in life, the unfair, the traits of a war.

the outsiders is “i know the end” by pheobe bridgers, because there really was a slaughterhouse in the form of a church, there really was a haunted house with a picket fence, there really were ghosts, there really was big warnings screaming “the end is near” that no one saw, because no one wanted to see it. the outsiders is i know the end because people really did have to go, because in between watching the sunset and watching the moon bring midnight deaths, someone really saw the beauty in the fucked up. because someone chose to remember it. the outsiders is i know the end because for some, it really was the end. for some, they did have to find a new place to be from, to not be afraid to disappear. the outsiders is i know the end because the end is near.

[candyswirls]

This is actually a sort of two part ask, but if you dont do those its fine. Clonegrim reuniting with Lion and Gulliman, and then Clonegrim meeting the Sons of the Phoenix for some nice bondng time (Sons of Dorn my ass, Cawl.)

I actually have story on this in the works :3 it’s just not ready yet

BUT ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE

His hair was a mess, grime and dried viscera covered him, he wore a a tattered mess of random imperial rags and a Necron style tunic.

His eyes had dark bags under them and they looked tired. It there was a look saying “I can fight and will if I must.”

Guilliman had prepared various speeches and replies to say when he saw Fulgrim. But this version? He looked younger. Had it not been for the determination in him, he would have called it pathetic

Fulgrim tried to stand tall, balancing on the spear he had.

“Roboute Guilliman,” he spoke, trying not to let his voice falter. “I am a clone of your brother, Fulgrim. I have most of his memories… before corruption. I do not know why I was made. But I am not corrupted by chaos or the warp. I will be… better than the first. He… disgusts me. I hate him. I hate what he’s become… and I hate what he stands for. I am against him. I am still loyal to the imperium and Father. I have escaped from Necron clutches and fought tooth and nail to… get here. I am still… a Primarch. I can fight… I can be useful… I am on your side… and I am…”

The clone collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily, tears pricked his eyes.

“You are exhausted,” Was the only thing Guilliman could say.

The clone looked up at him with disdain and snapped, “Of course I am! I… golden throne… I just crossed half… the galaxy! Everyone trying.. to kill me! Wouldn’t listen! I… please let it be over… Roboute… brother… please… I’m good. I swear I am. I won’t betray you. Not like him… I want to do right… I want to see father again… I just…”

There were so many things he wanted to say. To yell at him… but this wasn’t the original. This was a clone. He even looked young.

Guilliman knelt and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “I do not fully trust you. I can’t. But you can rest now. You’re in my custody now.”

Fulgrim let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed forward, caught in his brother’s arms.

Their reunion was brief. Guilliman led the Lion down towards the stratagium deck.

“A clone?” He questioned. “And you trust this?”

Guilliman nodded, “We’ve been able to bond. He acts like a teenager with his age, but he’s saved my life. He is loyal. He is more like Fulgrim than the original. He will be pleased to see you.”

The door opened as they walked in.

“Are you sure?” Lion asked.

Before Guilliman could answer a voice called out, “Lion!”

Lion froze as a slightly shorter version of the third Primarch practically leapt into his arms.

He was stunned for a moment before speaking, “Fulgrim? Fulgrim!”

Excitement overwhelmed his suspicions. He hugged his brother and lifted him into the air.

“You look younger,” he laughed.

Fulgrim smiled back, “And you brother look older.”

Guilliman chuckled, “What a relief this is. I have two of my brothers back.”

All three embraced.

“I will warn you,” Calgar said. “They were most upset when they learned of who their geneseed really belonged to. Some are still in denial and insist they are sons of Dorn. Granted this was before you came back.”

Guilliman placed a hand on Fulgrim’s shoulder, “They will love you.”

The clone sighed, “I certainly hope so.”

As they exited the Thunderhawk rows of Purple, white, and Gold armor stood in neat succession. Those without helmets had pale blonde, white, or silver hair. Eyes were down shade of purple or a close blue.

Fiery imperial defiance danced in their eyes.

Fulgrim stepped forward and scanned over them.

He smiled, “You are all a sight for sore eyes. Many of you already remind me of the loyal sons of the imperium during the heresy. I am not Dorn, nor am I the original Fulgrim. But I swear unto you that I aim to rectify the originals mistakes. To be better. Now please, show me your ways and customs of your chapter. I am not here to destroy it or make you a carbon copy of the third legion. You are already better.”

Shocked expressions crossed the sons of the Phoenix’s. Yet slowly, they approached their Primarch out of curiosity and the longing for their father.

He slowly rested his hands on the shoulders of his sons as they introduced themselves.

Guilliman sighed with relief.

[moonstruckme]

Oooo darling!! Your latest TASM fic sparked and idea!

(Before that, hello lovely 🩷 i hope you're having the best spooky season!)

Big brother!Sirius coming to save some poor sod that upset his slytherin!sister (Regulus' twin). So you have the charming & fun Sirius; quiet & regal Regulus; loyal & volatile reader. And i imagine Sirius calls them his twin stars (because hes deffinately a huge sap).

Where wolfstar is in 7th year and has a great relationship with the twins (maybe theyre trying to become their legal guardians behind the scenes). He and Remus are in their dorm before Peter bursts in, breathless, only saying "y/n" before Sirius is off. He has no doubt to why you were put in 🐍, and god forbid someone actually hurt his baby sister.

On reader's side, someone made a snide comment about Remmy being a halfblood or ruining the Black legacy or something and reader gets pissed because shes actually quite fond of him.

Then whatever you decide love; maybe reader gets hurt; maybe she does the hurting; maybe Remus saves the day with his long legs; or Sirius might show people what growing up in the 'Noble house of Black' does to someone. And idk what Reggie is doing, i imagine he was making out with James and they come in at the last minute ("😱 james!! What have you done!? Youve DEFILED one of my precious stars!!! Let go of him!!!! NO, dont touch him, get away.")

Anyway bub, as always; dont feel pressured and take all the creative liberties youd like!! Love you lots darling x

Hi my lovely, thanks for requesting! I really need to get more creative than bloody noses but ugh they're just so classic

cw: blood

big brother!sirius + (as opposed to x, I guess?) little sister!reader ♡ 861 words

“You weren’t there!” you insist as Sirius stalks back and forth across the room, tapping his wand against his leg in a quick, restless beat. “He said—he—” You look at Remus, the boy’s eyebrows drawn together in concentration and concern as he presses a cloth under your nose, trying to stop the blood that’s already crusted down your chin. You decide to keep your mouth shut. 

Remus smiles wryly, and you know he suspects why you’ve chosen to go quiet. “It doesn’t matter what they said, love. I don’t need you getting in fights for me.”

“Who was it?” Sirius demands, for probably the fourth or fifth time. You’re losing count. 

“It’s already been hand—ah!” Remus murmurs an episky while you’re distracted, and you flinch, hands flying to your face as your septum snaps back into its proper place. “Fuck, could’a given me some warning.” 

“Sorry,” Remus says, and he looks like he means it, tilting your chin up to continue cleaning your face as you look at him with teary eyes. “Thought it might hurt less if you weren’t expecting it.” 

“How do you figure?” you ask him, somewhat miffed. 

“Back. On. Task.” Sirius claps his hands with each word, coming to a stop in front of you. “Who did this? Remus is my boyfriend, I have twice as much a right to defend his honor as you do, you—you fucking—squirt.” 

You sneer at the childish name, but you know your brother means to rile you. “I told you, I handled it. He won’t do it again.” 

“And he’s never going to touch you again either,” Sirius promises menacingly, squatting in front of you to look you in the eyes, “if you just tell me the fucker’s name.” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Remus says, taking his boyfriend’s shoulder in a spindly hand, the touch both soothing and controlling as he pushes Sirius back from you. “Let’s just let her rest for a minute, yeah?” Sirius sputters in protest, but Remus moves in front of him, pressing his face into his boyfriends’ dark locks. You roll your eyes at the display, though a tiny part of you loves that your brother has someone who loves him this well. Once he quiets, Remus speaks in a low, soothing voice. “I know, I know, you won’t be deterred from your vengeance, but there’s time for that later. Let’s just calm down for now.” 

It’s a lovely prospect, but at that moment, the door opens to reveal Regulus and James, both looking somewhat ruffled. James stops short at seeing you all gathered in his dorm (Remus and Sirius, of course, have every right to be here, but you’d bet he and Reg were hoping for some privacy) and stands there blinking for a moment. Your twin’s blasé facade slips the moment he sees you with blood still crusted to your nostrils and tear tracks down your face. 

“What happened?” he asks, pushing past James and into the dorm. 

“She got into a fight,” Sirius says, outrage instantly rekindled, and Remus sighs in exasperated resignation, his work undone. “Someone said something about Moony, but she won’t tell who.” 

Now James looks upset too, eyes darting to Remus concernedly. “About Moony? When?” 

“Just now!” Sirius throws up his hands. “Ten minutes ago! Did either of you see anything?” 

James shakes his head, and despite Regulus’ blank expression, you catch the embarrassed shifting of his stance. “No,” James says, “we were, uh…we didn’t see anything.” 

“I bet I know who it was though,” Regulus offers, that traitorous scum. He’s just throwing you under the bus to take the heat off himself. 

It works; Sirius perks up. “Yeah? Who?”

“It doesn’t matter who,” you say, but Sirius cuts you off, facing your twin. 

“Who?” he asks. 

“It was the guy you were arguing with yesterday too, right?” Reg glances at you for confirmation, and you glare at him. Don’t you dare, your look says, but he nods and turns back to Sirius. “He’s your year, the one you guys call Sni—”

“Reg and James were coming in here to have sex!” you blurt. 

It’s a wonder Sirius doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns around. “What?” 

You nod, unable to feel guilty as Regulus gives you an appalled look from behind your older brother. “Mhm,” you say. “Their hair is all messed up, and look—their lips are swollen. Plus, they were surprised we were in here.” 

You do feel a tiny bit bad for James, whose dark skin blanches when Sirius turns on him. “James Potter, did you come in here to defile my brother?” 

James looks to Remus for help, but his friend only turns his palms up like Sorry, what can you do?. After a second, Regulus steps closer to him.

“Sirius, we—”

“Don’t touch him,” Sirius practically retches. He shakes his head, grabbing Regulus by the arm and all but dragging him from the room. “Alright, listen. You are going to tell me who was talking shit about Remus, and then we’re going to have an entirely separate conversation about boundaries.” He casts a noxious look back at James. “And I’ll deal with you later!” 

[thnksfrthevenom]

my (underrated) frerard fic recommendations that nobody asked for

No Chance of Getting Out

Description: Gerard awakes in an insane asylum after a suicide attempt that he doesn’t even remember doing. There, he meets Frankie, a patient at the asylum who he’s lucky to be his roommate, and guide through this place, instead of the wicked nurses that he learns way too soon how horrible they really are.

Holy shit when I say this fic actually made me sob. Its similar to asotm in a way but in my opinion is WAY better and the character personalities are more accurate. Had me staying up til 5am just so i could know what happened next. This will not disappoint especially if your a fan of old, creepy psych wards. 10/10.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46583695/chapters/117308290

The Results of Yesterday

Description: Gerard's a prostitute who is responsible for his little brother Mikey who has been plagued with cancer for most of his life. Afraid of losing his brother, Gerard is desperately trying to secure himself a wealthy boyfriend. Often sacrificing his needs and wants for his little brother's. Gerard is just trying to take each day as it comes and to keep Mikey safe and healthy. Gerard knows that he would do anything to keep Mikey's happiness, even give up on his own.

(Warning for violence, r4pe and CA)

Honestly another one of my top favorites, im surprised it hasn’t gotten more attention. This fic is really unique because they aged Mikey down a lot, so in a way its like hes Gerards kid. Idk. Youll have to read to find out, its another great one. Some of the later chapters are a bit upsetting i will warn though, especially for child abuse and stuff. Sadly I dont think it was ever finished and Im not sure it ever will be, but the ending as of now isnt too bad. 9/10.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3739207/chapters/8289682

Disenchanted

Description: After his failed suicide attempt, Frank meets his new psychiatrist, Gerard Way, and his perspective on the world starts to change slowly but surely.

OHH man the story is so much better than the description i promise. It is a bit lengthy and slow moving towards the middle but i promise its worth the read. 11/10 (bonus points for it being another psych ward au hehehe)

Blind in a Way

There isnt really a description but basically Gerard is blind and Frank is an asshole to him before realizing hes disabled, and then they become friends. Maybe more than friends.

I really hate reading on wattpad but this fic was worth it.

Shelter from the Storm

Description:

Gerard's life is miserable. Abused at home and bullied at school, that was his daily life. For him it's clear that things aren't going to change, but what happens when a new music teacher comes to school? Will he be able to trust again?

Mannn i loved this one. Again, not sure if it will ever be finished but theres already a ton of chapters.

This AU is very unique and i like how patient and kind Frank is through all of it. Obviously its a teacher/student relationship but compared to a lot of the other things ive read, the relationship in this one is pretty innocent (and im pretty sure Gerard is of legal age) 9/10

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11143977/chapters/40587608

Trauma

Description:

Gerard Way and his brother Mikey Way are living their life like every kid or teen would; trying to find what's normal and what's not. But when your normal is different from everyone else's you start to realize it...or do you?

Honestly the only reason im putting this one on here is because of how hard it made me cry. Some of the characters in this are so fucked up. The grammar in this isnt the best (im one to talk haha) but its still good. Warning for r4pe and abuse. 8/10

https://archiveofourown.org/works/950528/chapters/1858297

**Bonus Rikey fic**

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62454691

I just read this last night and it made me cry.

[polkadotaspinall]

Late night parties

College student Nate Diaz x college student reader !

Warnings: smoking, drinking,

Summary: Nate has a crush on his next door neighbor and keeps throwing parties to interact with you

[Nate’s pov]

The musics loud but the weed has me calm I’m slumped in the bean bag with a joint in my hand my brother walks in and hands me a beer I give him a nod of acknowledgment and take a sip. The girl near me is giggling at everything I’m saying, I don’t even think I’m that funny. I’m not even fully sure what we were talking about when she asks “so, do you wanna do anything tonight?” I lazily look over “ besides drinking and smoking? What else could I do” she looks shocked I’m confused did I miss something ? She stands up and stomps off, her friend stands up and follows. my brother nick groans loudly “ you idiot” he says as he lays back on his bed

“ what’d I do?” I ask I’m laughing nicks gonna get mad I’m gonna have to leave after this before he really gets upset “ she wanted to fuck you and I was supposed to fuck her friend “ he’s annoyed “ oh sorry bro, I mean we’re having a party there’s tons of hot chicks” I said as I stood up everything felt slow nick scoffs and I leave the room before we can argue. Im a title high, there’s a few of my friends just standing around my kitchen drinkin and smoking.

“Yo give me a drink” I said as i approach my friend who starts to pour me a shot he smiles lazily as he hands me the shot “you high Nate?” My friend asks asks as i down the shot i shake my head “just a little buzzed” i say “parties barely starting” i said with a smirk the musics loud i peak into the living room a mix of guys and a lot of hot chicks.

As i walk to the living room i hear a very faint knock on my front door i pause as a few of my friends look around too i wave my hand at them to relax and walk towards the front door. I peak through the glass at the top of the door its … y/n?? I quickly open the door “h-hey y/n what’s up” the music is blaring slightly escaping through the crack shes in a nightgown and a robe “hi Nate” her voice is soft her eyes look droopy shes sleepy “hold on sorry the music is really loud’ i step outside and close the door behind me. “Can you keep it down natey?” She says gently “oh yeah im sorry-I’ll tell nick to keep it down” suddenly i feel sober.

“Thanks have a good night” she said gently “yeah no problem goodnight y/n”” “oh hold on!” I said jogging towards her “can i walk you home? I’d be a shit person if i let a girl walk home by herself this late” i said she smiled “i live right next door Nate-you got a crush on me?” She said teasingly my face felt hot “cmon stop messin around” i said as i gestured her to keep walking she obliged “so many late night parties hm?” She says “yeah- i mean we’re young why not party, you dont party?”i ask genuinely she laughs “me ? Really i mean i just came to your house in a rob asking you to keep it down” “well who knows maybe y/n l/n likes to party but doesnt like my parties” i said shoving my hands into my pockets

“You don t invite me Nate” she says as we reach her door ‘she’s not wrong’ i think “well why don’t you come over Friday? You dot have class or work do you?” I ask “Friday works- see you then Nate” she winks at me as she shuts and locks her door. My face is pink.

as soon as i get back into the house i lower the music everyone collectively sighs and complains “sorry everyone got asked to make it just a bit quieter “ i search for nick ignoring everyone else, “nick” i call out before opening the door, some girl is giving him a blowjob- she gasps as she hides “sorry” i cringe I should’ve knocked “the fuck Nate” nick says as he covers his junk with his pillow “sorry-“ i close my eyes “we need to have another party Friday, can you arrange that?” I ask covering my eyes with my hands “yeah sure get the fuck out now “ ‘thanks” i slam the door shut and shudder but now its all set for Friday and suddenly i want this party and the rest of the days i have to wait to be over and done with.

[ Authors note: should I make a pt 2…lmk!!!]

[insomniactic-daydream]

Breaking Point- Bakugo x Reader

Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader (Part 6)

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Summary: ANGST. Bakugo and Y/n get into fight, and Shoto and Y/n have a forgiveful talk.

This is more written from Shoto's perspective.

*Little Heartstopper reference*

Shoto can't remember when Y/n and Bakugo became Y/n & Bakugo. But Bakugo was there when his selfishly enraged self couldn't. So, in Shoto's book, Bakugo was alright.

The first time he saw Bakugo and Y/n interact was when the blonde scolded her for throwing the 1st challenge race at the sports festival.

Even after she made a big impression with her gear, she stopped right before the finish line. Making an even bigger impression on support companies for letting others have their moment.

Shoto never really looked to see who she'd talked to, afterall he wasn't on good terms with his twin, so he knew not to dwell into her life. So he was a bit puzzled seeing you together. You looked so relaxed, so free.

Both born from the same star, yet he thought you shined so much brighter. Instead of obeying the path Endeavor wanted, you made your own. While he took the road of driven resentment. Only recently did he start to feel bad for getting upset at you using your quirk and loving dad.

The more Shoto saw you and Bakugo, whether in the halls, at lunch, or chatting in the support classroom, the more envious he felt. He wanted to talk to you like that too, but you always seemed a shoulder's length away.

It wasn't until Bakugo got kidnapped where Shoto really saw you for the first time. Your hair turned red with anger, pushing Shoto to tell you what the hell happened at camp. For the first time, he felt scared you were going to break.

You ended up coming along to the rescue mission. Despite the group's protest, a quick threat to burn them alive shut them up enough to convince them you'll keep up. No wonder you're Bakugo's closest friend.

That day, you guys genuinely got closer; you even shared a laugh as you ridiculed his disguise. In the end, he was kinda glad Bakugo got kidnapped cause at least he had a minute with you. He was even more glad to see you around the dorms after the move. But then again, it was always for Bakugo, but you'd occasionally walk up to talk to him.

Then the license exams came, which he and Bakugo failed. The same day, you showed up to the dorms scouring for the news, which ultimately ended in a fight between Bakugo and you. Wounds were definitely opened for both of you.

"You don't get it, Y/n! You wasted your potential the second you decided you wanted to be tech support! Dont give me pity for shit you can't begin to understand!" Bakugo screams but then freezes as if he knew the words he spilled weren't true; not for him and certainly not to you.

But it was too late; lines were crossed.

"Well, luckily, I don't need your reassurance. I know what I'm doing is not wasted.

Remember, I'm the one that spilled my sweat, brains, and time just so you can go play hero.

News flash, heroes that seek for glory almost inevitably end up mistreating the ones around them, most definitely civilians. That's why you failed. No one to blame but your selfish ego, Katsuki.

You want to be a showboat hero? Fine. But don't EVER disrespect the people who helped you along the way." Y/n spat back, making sure she dug the knife as deep as he did.

And like that, he was gone. He stomps echoing the hallway, leaving you in the common room with your brother.

"Y/n?" Shoto asked a little concerned after witnessing the whole thing. Luckily, most of his classmates were off to bed from exhaustion and didn't witness the fight.

If they did hear it, they sure as hell won't ask; Bakugo is very sensitive at the moment.

"I'm alright, Shoto. Did you pass your exams?" You ask dull tone face, now wearing the same stoic face you use at home.

"No."

"Oh. Are you okay?" You asked with your concerned attention turned to him instead of the situation with the blonde. Selfless even when you're hurting, too.

"Not entirely, but no worries. I'll manage." He said in a defeated tone. He wondered if you would've excelled far better than him. He sure you would've been more selfless than the way he acted.

"Y/n, I'd like to apologize." He blurts out almost desperate to get off his chest. Your eyes widen in surprise of his outburst. You struggle to get words out.

"You didn't deserve how I treated you when we were younger. I'm sorry for my actions, I was in a place of anger and resentment, not even towards you, but I'm actively trying to get out of it." He says, bowing his head down.

"Shoto, it's okay I-"

"No, it's not. You're too kind. To Fuyumi, Natsuo, Me, and even Bakugo just now. We've all wronged you, and yet you don't push us away. You have every right to be angry. So please be angry for once." He says, almost raising his voice. Only when looking up at you does he stop.

Your hair is now white tufts popping out against the black, icicles forming around your eyes and in your hair. He's only seen this once, and it when you begged dad not to be a hero. You looked so much like Touya then.

"I can never be angry at any of you. I defend myself, sure, but it always ends up making me feel worse about the situation.

"I can't." You say.

I love you guys, so much. But I know that who I am, the version of myself I'm most content with... just doesn't fit into the picture." You say with a sad smile, making Shoto sick to his stomach.

"I'm sorry we've made you feel like you can't be yourself. I've seen the way you act around Bakugo when you think others aren't looking.

Or how lucky your friends are to see you laughing, almost seeing your hair turn to your red from how comfortable you are. I want that for you.

Please, be yourself when you're with me. And I'll make sure others don't treat you any differently. I'm sure the others feel the same, though." He says, pouring out his observations of you at school.

"You think so?" you, the strong appearance you've held on to for so long finally broke open, revealing the same little girl that just wanted her family to love her.

"You can send us all to the earth's core your quirk if I'm wrong." He says. You let out a weak but genuine laugh.

"Pft, that's funny. I didn't know you could joke like that Shoto"

"What joke?"

(Part 7) -> (Not up yet silly :3)

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[qoldenskies]

Just saw your post about the CC brothers destroying Donnie’s comfort plushies. Would you ever do a one shot where Raph tries to painstakingly sew them back together? (Or did they already throw them away)

splinter sews in canon, so im sure he tried .... but i dont think it really worked. they probably had to get rid of them because there was no putting them back together.

honestly there's some tragedy in that within itself. donnie was out for a little over a week. splinter and raph spent most of that time obsessively cleaning and fixing up the lair. even when it was seemingly done they were desperate to get rid of the stench of blood that felt like it clung to everything. i could see splinter at some point in the middle discovering the tatters of donnie's old stuffies while fixing up his room and being desperate to fix them, put them back together. because even if he was distant, he remembers so well how he got those, and what they meant to donnie when he was a kid.

the curse ripped donnie's childhood apart. he built this lair young to house them, and they'd turned it into a place of danger and violence. every room he'd been using since he was a little kid had been tarnished, metaphorically if not literally. even the little things donnie used for comfort didn't make it, when they destroyed his room in that final week of hell. and splinter was already grieving in the face of his own negligence. he was already so furious with himself. and this. and this, it's just... too much.

raph cant even look at the damage he caused. he refuses to talk about it (or he tries and. starts sobbing), so splinter handles the remains so carefully and puts everything into trying to sew them back together. it's a several day endeavor that proves to be futile. there's really no salvaging them. and over that time he gets more and more frustrated and upset before he finally gives up, feeling like this is another thing he failed for his son. another responsibility he cant fulfill. it might be the thing that finally causes him to break down, all to himself, as a tidal wave of grief bowls him over.

because splinter's the only adult here. at least leo and raph, who feel uniquely responsible as donnie's older brothers, have each other and april. raph pulls away a lot, but there are still people there for him because he was never distant to begin with. splinter has to process all on his own, knowing that if his children knew the truth, they would likely be furious with him. and he cant bring donnie's childhood back, no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries. and that hurts him extra because the problem was that it was what splinter reduced him to-- he couldn't see him as anything more than his silly, clever little boy. in a lot of ways he never even got to meet the person donnie really grew into while he was looking away, and now he never will.