#༓☾ stick <33 ☾༓

[masivechaos]

just letting you know that you should be resting rn my lovely , or if you're working , you should be taking breaks. 'm so proud of you though ♡♡ well done 🫶🏾

thank you so much honey 🫶 i’m eating dinner rn, i just need to do a power point in history and then i’m done for the night :))

[spydcddya]

Followed you because i was getting into sxf and my recommended section said: here is one loid forger, hehe. And i also thought it'd be cool to interact with other 'spy-type'/found-family type characters since i have written one for a very long time but haven't interacted with any. Stayed for the Headcanons and writing tbh. We haven't gotten a chance to write together, unfortunately (WE SHOULD!!!) So, yeah, hoping we can talk more and maybe write sometime ^^

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[lxnarphase]

Please more Hikari and Todo. It's scratching this itch in my brain😩

━━ ❝ IF YOU WANT IT ❞

☾₊‧⁺...lunar's note : AAA yesyes this has been brewing for a while, i am happy to write hakari i love him so sooooo much!! and ive got another ask for a todo fic im workin on so this'll be hakari's piece <33 it a bit short bc ive got a bit of writers block rn bc of finals taking away my creativity, BUT I THINK ITS GOOD

☾₊‧⁺...cw : smut, pre-established relationship, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, mentions of creampies, mentions of birth control, reader makes the birth control decision herself not for the man!!! never get on birth control just cause a man says to!!, hakari nearly loses it

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : you tell your boyfriend that you'd like to try sex with no condom and he can't help but get a little excited

"you...you what?"

the way you giggle makes him dizzy as you flicked the condom out of his hands with your middle finger and thumb. "you heard me, mr. hakari. no condom, baby girl is on birth control," you said in a singy-song voice. you made the decision a while ago and decided you were going to stick to it. "if you want to use a condom, we can, though, honey," you say, cupping one of his cheeks.

he looked so cute, jaw dropped as he kneels between your thighs, dick hard and twitching. "nonononono, i wanna try, i do, 'm just..." kinji lets out a heavy sigh before he shuffles a little closer. "c-can't believe you lettin' me d'this, cupcake..."

the poor thing, kinji looks so nervous, his eyes wide as he slowly, carefully, starts to push his tip in. if he's going to do this, he needs to commit, but fuck, your pussy was so hot, he feels like he's gonna die-- the moment his tip pops in, he is a goner. his head falls back and his fingers dig into the fat of your hips as a choked groan escapes him.

"hoooohmygod, baby, what the fuck," kinji swears, looking back down. he didn't wanna miss a single second of his cock pushing inside, but the view wasn't doing him any better. "you're so warm...are you always this wet, cupcake? fuck, i didn't know, baby, i didn't know."

you coo at him, how could you not when he already looks so fucked out? his pretty eyes are rolling back and his lip is between his teeth, the glint of his chain with your name on it dangling so pretty on his neck.

he's not moving yet, he's still inside you, so sure that he's going to lose himself inside of you. but then you start talking and he's so screwed because hearing you say such filthy things in that gorgeous, addictive voice of yours is kinji's weakness.

"c'mon, kinjiiii, you just gonna sit there?"

"mmn, poor thing, 's too good? you gonna cum just from puttin' it in?"

"d'aww, kinjiii...pussy made you fucked out already?"

yes. yes it fucking did.

weakly dropping down to his forearms over you, he presses a little kiss against your cheek before pressing his forehead against yours and glaring at you weakly. you know you've got him where you want him.

"doll, you're so cruel to me."

finally, finally, he starts moving and...it feels way too good.

"o-oh. mnn, kinji, shit," you swear, glancing down to where his cock is slowly dragging out of you just to push back in. "fuck, b-baby, you feel s' hot inside me..." the wet noise that fills the air as he slides back in to the hilt causes makes you both hot in the face, it's already getting messy and he hasn't even picked up the pace yet. he coos at you, kissing you once you begin to mewl his name. "i know, baby, i know, 's good, yeah?"

fuck, the sensation of being inside you without any barrier is intoxicating, overwhelming. kinji's pretty eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he allowed himself to feel every detail of your slick walls gripping him.

"talk t' me, angel, how's it feel, huh? c'mon, pretty baby, i wanna know," kinji whines, hips starting to pick up speed as he grows desperate to hear you say how good it feels.

but you don't even get to respond before he hits so fucking deep that you can feel yourself gush. the feeling of your hot, cushy walls hugging him so tightly paired with the pretty little gasp he gets when his sticky tip nudges against something that makes you get impossibly wetter makes him lose his mind.

"y'feel it, right? 's me, 's all me, an' i don't know if i can go back, baby girl, fuck! ohmygodd, you're so wet, so fucking wet for me."

"can i cum inside? you gonna let me fuck you full? hm? please, baby, i'll be so good to ya, let your man stuff you wit' his cum, 's gonna feel so fuckin' good, promise, promise."

"suckin' me in so good, 'm-'m gonna be in this pussy all the fuckin' time. you can handle it, right? gonna be a good girl and get fucked every. fucking. day. by hakari kinji? say it, i wanna hear you say it, cupcake."

"i love you, baby, y'know that right? yeah? yeah, love you s' fuckin' much, 'm gonna marry you and make sure you never have t' go a day without gettin' fucked raw by this cock, 's alllllll for you."

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[jaemmphilia]

☾ painful truth ☽

☾ synopsis: after being wonbin's friend-with-benefits, you crave something more than just being a toy for him. ☾ featuring: wonbin x gn!reader (no pronouns used, but written with a male reader in mind) ☾ prompt: "what am i to you?" ☾ warnings: angsssttt again, wonbin is mean and just brushes off reader ☾ disclaimer: this is simply a work of fiction and does not represent wonbin as a person. ☾ triplejaracha, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or upload to other platforms.

read hjenthusiasts' version here! <33

wonbin had texted you that awful "u up?" message, and you found yourself back in his bed. you told yourself that you wouldn't give in to him, the urge to block his number and move on with your life strong. although not as strong as the urge to fall into his arms for just a few moments of pleasure, he dropped you back to square one of being friends.

your roommates and fellow friends tell you that you need to get over him and that you'll never be more to him than just a friend that he can also stick his dick in. you call them harsh, your brows furrowed as your fingers type away on your phone. you sleep with him, he wakes you up with breakfast and a kiss on the forehead.

when he kissed you on the forehead the very first time, you teased him about being so domestic but never told him to stop. so now it's part of your routine with him.

lately, you're noticing that wonbin is being more affectionate than before.

like last week, you went out with him and your roommates to a bar near the apartment complex you all live in. you decided as a group that you would walk the short distance, you get to save gas and get some exercise in, the only downside being the insanely chilly night-time weather. you could see your breath whenever you would laugh at something your roommate, eunseok, would say, or when wonbin's friend sohee would trip over the sidewalk.

you rubbed your hands together to create some warmth but before you could even get a good amount of warmth going, your hands were being encased in wonbin's. his hands were loads warmer than yours so you didn't complain. but your poor heart began to pound in your chest.

as the night went on, wonbin only got more touchy with you. you knew he wasn't totally wasted so he was still conscious of his actions, so why was being so affectionate toward you?

after that night, you had an epiphany. you had a crush on your friend-with-benefits. you did everything to try to rid yourself of those feelings. you slept with other people, went on blind dates that never seemed to end well, and you find yourself imagining what it would be like to be wonbin's partner.

the day you asked wonbin that one question that should be forbidden in a friends-with-benefits relationship was heartbreaking for you.

wonbin brought you breakfast that morning, like he always does and he left a soft kiss on the crown of your head. your face got warm and you bit your lip. before you could even stop your mouth from moving, the question just spilled out of your mouth like word vomit.

"what am i to you?"

you watched wonbin pause in his steps and he turned around to face you. he ran his hand through his mop of messy hair, his shoulders jumping up in a shrug, "you're my friend, obviously."

you shook your head at him and sat up more in the bed. "friends don't do what we do, bin."

"we're just special friends, y/n, that's all," he said to you, his shoulders shrugging at you again.

"i know, i know. but special friends don't hold hands and kiss each other on the forehead and stuff," you said to him, your voice raising in tone, indicating your disappointment.

"i kiss all my friends on the head, you aren't that special," wonbin tutted at you, his eyes looking away from your form on the bed.

your heart shattered at that moment. you weren't special to him, he said so himself. you were nothing but a toy for him, a object for him to use and toss away when he was done.

you fought the tears wanting to spill from your eyes, you gathered your things and you left him. you ignored his calls of your name, his exclamations telling you to wait.

you went back to your apartment and sobbed in eunseok's arms all night long. he was your rock in that very moment and you were very grateful for him.

you really should listen to your friends more often.

[ithaquasbbg]

Hi, todays prompt for ithaugust is “dynamic with another character”- I’m doing this Headcanons bc I’m a little (very) lazy today! Doing two characters tho <33

Ithalva and Ithagrace Headcanons!

Pairings : Ithaqua x Alva, Ithaqua x Grace (I love both of these ships they’re so dudjdjffjsjsjsj!)

Ithalva

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾A ship dynamic I really like for them is one with the height difference! Ithaqua doesn’t seem like he’d be super tall, while Alva is.. obviously very tall, so they’d have a big difference in height.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ To elaborate on this, Ithaqua is perfect size for holding, or sometimes just leaning down and hugging, it’s cute

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I see them both as more reserved types of lovers at the beginning. Though I think Ithaqua is more affectionate when he warms up, and would be the one to initiate most of the affection with Alva!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ithaqua running his hands along Alva’s scars with a soft smile at night while the other absentmindedly leans into his touch

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Both are afraid of abandonment for different reasons, and could potentially cling to each other a lot on rough days.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ithaqua would be the more obviously paranoid one, constantly asking if the other wouldn’t leave him while he was asleep, or just grabbing onto Alva to make sure he doesn’t leave.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Alva being more reserved would probably not act on his fears often, though sometimes he’ll end up holding onto Ithaqua tighter while they’re in bed together, or refusing to let the other out of his sight.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Alva used to have long hair (we were robbed), so he knows how to braid and play with Ithaqua’s hair! It comforts ithaqua because it reminds him of what mother used to do, and Alva just enjoys having something to do with his hands, and to be in the presence of the other

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Acts of service!!! They’re constantly doing things for each other, like cleaning the others room without asking, making dinner, ect.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ithaqua also likes using words and pet names, though the other doesn’t often do that. Itha will often call Alva things like “Dear” or “Love”, while Alva typically sticks with the others name, sometimes shortening it to “Itha”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ They have a big difference in their hand sizes, with ithaqua having the smaller hands. Ithaqua will sometimes take the others hands and look at every detail before holding them in his own.

Ithagrace

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Two sweethearts in one! What else could you ever want?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Grace strikes me as a more affectionate person, so she often gives the other short kisses and little hugs, leaning against his chest while they’re sleeping, ect.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ It gets poor Ithaqua so flustered at first, since he probably doesn’t have much relationship experience (let’s face it.. he lived in a forest) - but eventually he finds himself longing for Graces embrace

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ He likes to brush and play with her hair, putting it into cute little styles, mumbling about how gorgeous she looks while doing it

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Grace doesn’t speak much, if at all, though Ithaqua doesn’t mind much. He’s likely quieter himself, so the silence is comforting for him.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ In a relationship like this, Ithaqua would likely use pet names less, but would constantly say things like “you’re so pretty”, “I love you so much”, ect. He really wants Grace to know how much he values her.

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I could see them baking together, or just doing domestic type things in general!

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ They both fear losing the other, but in this relationship they probably do a pretty good at soothing each others fears, making the worries shift to the back of the mind.

….

- I don’t typically write ships.. but I love to read about peoples ships and stuff.. AAAA I love cute stuff!

[loganwritesprobably]

Peter Hale Character Sheet

Context: Hales survived the fire AU

TW: Suicide attempt, Depressive thoughts, mention of vomit

Lots of headcanons in this one including my original Hale family tree!

𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂. 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚎

"ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ."

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ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Peter Sebastian Hale

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ: N/A

ᴀɢᴇ: 33

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Cis male

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: He/him

ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: October 27th

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ꜱɪɢɴ: Scorpio

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5’10”

ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: Fair

ʜᴀɪʀ: Brunette

ᴇʏᴇꜱ: Blue

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: N/A

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴏᴅꜱ: N/A

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ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

Peter was never really sure what he wanted to do as a career. He mostly flew through his subjects at school, taking on extra study at home into druidic practices out of pure interest. He never found much of it particularly stimulating. As a result of this, he tested out of high school early, finishing a whole year before his peers (yes he rubs this in the face of Harris, who was the year above him in school). So, with an attitude like that and money to burn, Peter pursued multiple bachelor's degrees. 

He has a bachelor's in literature and one in law. He's always thought he should go back to school just to keep himself occupied but the more trouble Beacon Hills gets itself into, the more his hackles rise and his need to be close to home to protect his family only becomes stronger. He spent a large amount of his childhood babysitting, cooking and cleaning, taking care of not just his own children but also the children of the neighbourhood. Who was he to refuse playdates, particularly when local parents were in need of a helping hand?

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ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ

Peter has dabbled in a few different fields of work, from working with his degrees to menial work for family businesses, but nothing seems to stick. He has his hobbies but he doubts any of them could suffice as a career, like his enjoyment for cooking (but he could never work in a kitchen).

One business that he seems to always come back to, is his interior design work. He only takes clients that he is genuinely interested in working with, and makes sure to do his work to the finest detail perfectly. Clients don't always react well to working with a middle aged man, but he loves being able to prove them wrong. He only does a few jobs each year, whenever the desire strikes, but he enjoys it.

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ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ

༓ Collecting old cars ༓ Collecting old books ༓ Interior design ༓ Language learning

Peter is a man with a lot of spare time and a lot of money.

His wealth of course lends itself to more expensive hobbies but he has never done anything you'd consider.. tasteless. He doesn't own boats, he doesn't 'flex' as he's heard the pups call it. He keeps it to himself. He owns a warehouse out in Beacon County where he stores his small car collection, something he hopes to sink more money into in future. 

He also collects old books. Books on the supernatural, on the old gods, old literature, first editions, books about magic forgotten by time, on druidic practices, anything bound with leather or cloth that costs over $50. He loves his small library (he owns not only his penthouse apartment but also one of the apartments on the floor below for just this purpose). Sometimes he wonders if he should buy a regular house.

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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☾ Romance novels ☾ Theatre ☾ Homecooked meals (especially if he had a hand in the cooking) ☾ Baked goods ☾ Tea ☾ Lavender

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ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ

☽ His father ☽ Bananas ☽ Tennis ☽ Supernatual movies/books/tv shows

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ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

His aspirations now pertain mostly to his pups. He wants to see them all graduate, and end up in places in their life where they're happy. He wants to help them in any way that he can. He has considered taking in some younger pups, adopting them, but he doesn't think Talia would approve. Some small part of him also aspires to finally escape from Talia's grip, but another part of him feels guilty for even thinking it. That's his sister.

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*ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ*

༓ Losing his siblings/niblings ༓ Hunters ༓ Discovery

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ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Lincoln Hale ➼ Deceased

ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ Lillian Hale ➼ Deceased

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

➼ Talia Hale ➼ Living

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ-ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ

➼ Nathaniel Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Laura Hale ➼ Living

ɴᴇᴘʜᴇᴡ

➼ Derek Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Cora Hale ➼ Living

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

➼ Mae Hale ➼ Living

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ-ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ

➼ Stuart Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Lucy Hale ➼ Living

ɴᴇᴘʜᴇᴡ

➼ Charlie Hale ➼ Missing, presumed deceased

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ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

➼ George Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Iris Hale ➼ Living

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ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

➼ Celia Hale ➼ Living

ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ-ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ

➼ Brooke Hale ➼ Living

ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

➼ Sophie Hale ➼ Living

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ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

➼ Malia Tate ➼ Living

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Peter Hale is a family man. He was close with both of his parents for different reasons, and had special, unique relationships with each of his siblings. Though, this changed the older he became. Talia was his idol, Mae taught him control, George taught him how to fight and Celia was his best friend. When his siblings began having children, they became his whole world.

Out of all his siblings, he has given the most bottles, changed the most diapers and soothed the most scraped knees. It got to a point where some of his nieces and nephews would come to him with their problems over their own parents. It wasn't that they neglected their children, they didn't do that by any measure, (except for Talia, though Peter hated to admit it), he was just always there for them. Their parents worked, Uncle Peter took them to the park, their parents got home late, Uncle Peter cooked them dinner, their parents were too busy to make all their events, Uncle Peter went to every last dance recital, concert and basketball game.

He often got curious looks from teachers and parents, but Peter didn't care. He was there for his nieces and nephews, no matter what they needed. He'd pick them up from school and walk them home or wait for them when one of their parents was going to be late. One of Laura's teachers once asked if Peter was okay, she was worried he was caring for his nieces and nephews alone, but he only laughed. Of course, he wasn't, but also of course he would if he needed to. They're family.

Peter was an accident. It’s no secret in his family. At first, it had been something said by his mother, she wanted no secrets kept from him, and it was something to boast about. Some children were hated for being accidents, but Peter was loved despite it. When his mother died, his father changed that. Sometimes, in the cold, darkness of winter nights, Peter was sure he could hear his father muttering that his mother’s death was his fault.

When his eldest niece Laura was born, he was just five years old. He didn’t entirely understand what had happened except now he had someone new to look after and play with. He would sit in her nursery to play with his toys. This was when Talia still cared, so she would gently remind him to be quiet near the baby and to be gentle with her when he cuddled her. He was always gentle. He wouldn’t dream of hurting the baby.

He was seven when Derek was born, so he was old enough to understand everything and to want to help as much as he could. Though he wasn’t trusted with the baby just yet, this is when Talia’s care began to wander and so he was told that to help he could look after Laura. Peter agreed. He would sit with Laura in Derek’s nursery, and they would play and do colouring, just making sure the baby was okay. Derek had been born so close to Peter’s birthday that he had joked that Derek was his birthday present, him being born was like being given another friend.

When Iris was adopted he was eight. He welcomed her just the same, trusted slightly more with her than he had been with Derek when he’d first been born, but George also took more care with his daughter than Talia did with hers, so Peter felt less need to watch over her. Sometimes Derek was left crying for a long time, so Peter and Laura would climb into his crib, Iris rarely cried. She was a happy baby.

He was fourteen when Charlie was born, and then Cora. By now, he was more than just good with kids and so he took to them both like a duck to water. He loved them dearly. Laura was nine so she helped Peter where she could, though he made sure that she never did as much as he did. She was too little, not like Peter. Talia by this point had lost almost all of her interest in her children, so Peter took over. Not like Nathaniel had ever cared.

When Charlie went missing, it consumed Peter. He was just sixteen. He spent an entire year looking for him. It became his job, his life. Every morning, he ate breakfast so he'd have the energy to look for his nephew, he ate lunch so he wouldn't crash, he slept so he'd be rested enough to use his senses to their full potential. Then, one day, Talia told him to stop. They had quite the argument about it, Peter was desperate to find his nephew and Talia claimed Mae was more upset by his trying because she couldn't mourn her loss. So, he stopped. But he never let go of the hope that his nephew was out there, somewhere, safe, and happy.

During the time Charlie was missing, early on, he met an older woman named Corinne while he was out asking about Charlie. She could tell he was in distress and thought he was cute. She took advantage of this. Later that year, his daughter Malia was born, and Talia couldn't stand it, so she took away his memories of his daughter, made sure Corinne would never return, and put Malia into the adoption system as she had with Charlie.

Now, Peter has another son. A son of his own. Theo Raeken had turned up one day on his doorstep, soaking wet from the rain, with just a backpack and looking like he’d been crying. Theo had killed his previous ‘guardians’ and now needed somewhere to go. He’d known he could trust Peter. So, he took the Chimera in without a moment’s hesitation, finding comfort in having someone else in his large and empty apartment and enjoying having someone to care for again. It didn’t matter that Theo wanted it to be a secret, Peter was just happy to have someone to cook for and help with homework again.

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Peter has never been someone who made friends. He had however been friends with the late Claudia Stilinski, and her husband Noah. When Claudia passed away, he became even closer with Noah, helping him with his almost addiction.

The only other real friend that he has is the newest addition to the Sheriff's department, one Jordan Parrish. An unlikely friendship that means a lot to Peter. Jordan was close to his age, just four years younger, where his other friend Noah was sixteen years older. It was nice to have someone he could relate to, joke with, and feed. Peter feeds everyone he cares about, especially his friends living in run down apartments that clearly have troubled pasts.

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When Peter was sixteen, he got into a 'relationship' with Corinne, also known as the Desert Wolf. This relationship led to Corinne becoming pregnant with Peter's child and giving birth to Malia. Peter was being manipulated by the significantly older woman, it was clear to everyone when he told them about her. Talia resented that he'd had a child so young when the town's eyes were already on her because of how he treated her own children, so she took Peter's memories and put Malia up for adoption, erasing her from the family.

Following the trend of Peter preferring those older than him, he also fell into bed with one Deucalion Blackwood, who later became the Alpha of Alphas. Peter was nineteen this time around and so while it was legal, Deucalion was still much older than he was and so it was thrilling. The relationship was almost entirely sex and Peter loved it. He grew to love Deucalion. But, the other man didn't feel the same. After he became blind, he left Beacon Hills behind without so much as a goodbye.

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ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

As a Werewolf, Peter’s body is in peak physical condition. Though, he still takes time to exercise to maintain his shape, because although his body was naturally inclined to health and wellness, that doesn’t mean he should let himself slack.

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ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ

Peter has never been officially diagnosed with anything. This is something he holds onto no matter how people fight it. He refuses to be anything other than "normal" (though this is never something he'd force on others, just a strange standard he set for himself). Though, if you took him to a professional, he would undoubtedly be diagnosed with Autism.

Also, Peter has issues with anxiety. Had the fire happened, who could know how severe that would have become. Before Deucalion, Peter was generally uncaring for others unless they were family, but being involved with someone else opened him up to more feelings and so now has something of an abandonment issue problem. He also has issues with anxiety when it comes to departing from his routines.

Peter would say, looking back, that he might have had depression as a teenager. From around the time Cora was born. But he didn't have time to be depressed, he had little ones depending on him and grades to get. Besides, his siblings only just had time for their own kids they didn't have time for him. So, he ignored it. He packed all his issues into a little box and just kept going, his pups as the only highlight of his very gloomy life. He isn't sure it ever went away, but it got easier. Even if it did get a whole lot worse when his mother died. It's been creeping its way back in since he moved out, but he refuses to move back home or visit too often, lest Talia say something about it.

TW: Suicide attempt, Depressive thoughts, mention of vomit

Following his relationship with Deucalion, his mental health took a dive. There was a time where he thought he'd never come out of the dark spot. He wasn't helping the pups like he should, he was falling behind in school. It was hard. He couldn't find any positives, any silver linings, no reason to keep going. The pups had plenty of family, and even if they'd miss him, they'd learn to live without him. Maybe their lives would finally be normal. So.. he tried to OD.

Peter's attempt did not succeed. Of course it didn't, his body processed the pills quickly and he was throwing them up before he could even process that he felt sick at all. After that, the depression got worse for a while. He felt guilty for trying to leave, he hated himself for having to stay, he spoiled the pups for weeks following it just to make up for a sin they didn't know he'd committed. He never told anyone. They didn't need to know that he'd tried to take the coward's way out, since some part of him knew that an OD just wouldn't take.

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Peter enjoys cooking, particularly for others, and so he often eats well. He shops at the farmer’s market, buying the highest quality ingredients possible in order to ensure that himself, and those he cares about, eat the best that they can. It’s important - and Peter is just a little bit of a snob when it comes to food.

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Peter’s memory is significantly above average, that was how he managed to become so educated. He remembers every birthday, every event, every embarrassing thing you wish he’d forget.

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Peter really values his sleep. He doesn’t often nap, but it’s important to him that he gets at least seven hours of sleep each night, though he prefers at least nine. He likes to sleep. Though, he doesn’t object to sleeping less if he’s needed for something.

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[kaisakii]

‧ ₊ ˚ ☁️ ⋅♡… ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ <33 on 1st of August ୭ৎ .. 𓂃ֶָ֢𓍯𓂃

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ Friendship is all about your crew and those unforgettable moments together. your friend group is your go-to for laughs, support, and crazy adventures. each person brings something unique, making the squad even tighter. you can be your true self around them, share your wildest dreams, and make memories that stick with you forever. whether you're just hanging out or doing something epic, being with your friends makes everything way better.

　ㅤ⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ⟡ ˖ ࣪ (Friends of Mine) ࣪˖ ⟡ ˚ ౨ৎ ⋆

Hiozu

i am deeply grateful for your presence in this world. your companionship has been a source of joy and inspiration in my life. Hiong's passion for surfing has opened up a new world for me, filled with thrilling adventures and unforgettable memories. every moment spent with you on the waves is a reminder of how fortunate i am to have you by my side. you shared your encouragement and enthusiasm have pushed me to stepping the ocean and the sport of surfing with newfound zeal. i cannot imagine my life without Hiong, i am endlessly thankful that you was born to share these incredible experiences with me.

Hiong thanks for your presence. terima kasih sudah selalu reach out dan beranikan diri buat kenalan sama aku even in the first place you've got me already. Hiong harus hamfy selalu! :3

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Icha

Ichang, you are the kind of friend everyone wishes they had. you got this amazing knack for kindness that's just unbeatable. when it comes to friendship, you such a totally pro. you listens like no one else, and i always feel heard and appreciated when everyones around you. you have such good vibes and generous heart make hanging out with a blast. you’re best buddy no matter what, and that kind of trust is rare these days. your kindness and awesome friend skills make you standout in any crowd. you inspires everyone to be a bit kinder and better, just by being yourself.

icacaaa :3 terima kasih sudah mau jadi temenku, sudah selalu mau ajakin aku main bareng dan ngga pernah judging apapun yang aku lakuin. hope everyone can be nice to you (ME DID!) :DD

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Joseph

you are such a good-natured person who brings joy to everyone around you. you had a knack for making people smiling, and your positive energy is contagious. even tho you often grumbles about your coding tasks, you never never lets it affect your warm and friendly demeanor. you always willing to lend a helping hand and is quick to make new friends. your cheerful disposition and genuine kindness make you beloved figure in any setting, always leaving a lasting impression on those you meets. abang loves dd so much! :3

terima kasih sudah selalu dateng ke abang waktu dd butuh pertolongan ya. sedikit banyaknya hal itu bikin abang merasa dibutuhkan meski ngga melulu bisa nolongin dd.

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Chlevan

ADEKKKK :3 you're a total ray of sunshine. always rocking a big smile and spreading good vibes, you’re the kind of kid who can turn any day around. your laugh is seriously warm my heart, and your positive energy just makes everything better. whether you’re hanging out with friends, lending a hand, or just doing your thing, you’ve got that feel-good factor that everyone loves. your sweet nature and upbeat personality make you a standout in any crowd. PAPI SAYANG ADEK!!! <33

terima kasih yaa sudah selalu jadi anak baik dan nurutin nasehat papi. meskipun banyak yang suka throwing hate ke adek, jangan pernah ragu buat dateng ke papi.

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Divnata

you're seriously the GOAT when it comes to spreading good vibes. wherever you roll, your positivity and energy are off the charts, making everyone around you feel incredible. even tho when you’re dealing with your own stuff, you never let it bring you down. you’re always there to drop some encouraging words, flash a big smile, or lend a hand. your presence is like a breath of fresh air, lifting everyone’s spirits and helping them see the silver lining. your talent for staying upbeat and spreading that energy around makes you a total rockstar in everyone’s lives. thanks for being my friends, my very-good-friend.

semoga kamu selalu dikelilingi sama orang-orang baik ya. terima kasih karena udah mau jadi temenku dan jadi salah satu saksi struggle yang aku jalanin sampe ada disini sekarang :3

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Cala

Cal, you literally straight-up living in your own world, and you’re totally owning it. your self-confidence is off the charts, and you can just tell you’ve got that “i've got this” vibe down pat. you walk around like you’re on top of the world, and your belief in yourself is seriously inspiring. whether you’re tackling new challenges or just doing your thing, your confidence is magnetic, and it makes everyone around you believe they can crush it too. you’re basically the definition of cool and self-assured, making you stand out in the best way possible.

<33 terima kasii udah selalu mau dengerin TMI aku soal Afzar and how i adoring him sm. terima kasii udah mau jadi temen TMI aku ditengah malem buta. aku dari dulu pengen banget kenalan sama kamu tapi kayanya kamu punya dunia sendiri yang ngga tersentuh orang lain :p

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ibun Leci

you used to keep all your issues to yourself whenever people treated you like crap. you’d just bottle it up and try to get by. but you didn’t let that keep you down forever. little by little, you started pulling yourself together. you figured it was time to live life your way and make things better. with every small win, you began to shine and show the world what you’re really about. now, you’re living your best life and handling everything with a fresh vibe and tons of confidence. aku suka gimana rasa bahagia yang ibun tunjukkan ke orang-orang waktu sama yayah. langgeng terus yaa :3

ibuuun terima kasih ya udah mau jadi temen sekaligus ibu buat ndul. maaf belum bisa jadi anak yang baik. happy happy terus ya sama yayah!! <333

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Abang Jaggern

so there's this dude, Jaggern. everyone in the neighborhood knows him, 'cause you are, like, the bravest guy around. seriously, if there's some crazy adventure, you are the first to jump in without a second thought. but it's not just about being brave with you. you got this whole creative vibe going on. always coming up with the coolest ideas, whether it's for some wild art project or just a new way to have fun. people can't help but be drawn to you energy and your out-of-the-box thinking. and here's the kicker – you got the biggest heart. always looking out for everyone, making sure if they're okay and cheering them up if they’re down. it's more like, if you're having a rough day, you just need to hang with Jaggern, and things instantly get better. you're the kind of guy who'll give everyone last piece of gum or stay up all night just to help other with their problems. all in all, you are the kind of person who makes life way more interesting and a whole lot brighter, abang.

abang terima kasih sudah jadi abang yang baik dan sedia bahu waktu kemarin aku dapat masalah. tolong jangan pernah sungkan buat minta pertolongan sama aku juga yaa. hamffy liat abang sekarang bahagia sama pacarnyah :33

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Mas Afzar <3 (my one and only love-lee)

mas, you’re something else. seriously, you’ve got this vibe that screams genuine love and care, always looking out for your friends and being there to listen. your soft-spoken nature is total game changer. you don’t need to shout to be heard because when you talk, people listen. it’s like you’ve got this calming presence that just puts everyone at ease. what’s dope about you is how real your kindness is—no fake stuff, just pure, heartfelt goodness. you’re the type to help out just because, no strings attached. whether it’s giving someone a hand with their problems or just being there to cheer them up, you’re always down for it. in this wild world your presence is like a breath of fresh air (alay :DD) you bring a sense of calm and sincerity that’s hard to find these days. keep doing you mas! 'cause you’re making a difference and people notice. you’re the kind of person who makes life better just by being in it. SAYANG MAS AFZAR :3

mas, terima kasih sudah selalu ngalah dalam hal apapun dan ngga pernah mengedepankan ego sendiri. terima kasih untuk semua hal yang mas kasi, secara materil maupun imateril. terimakasih udah jadi pacar yang baik, selalu ngerti sama keadaan aku dan ngga pernah ngeluh soal apapun. ^_______^

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[niskoo]

— ROOMATE! ENHA realizing they have a crush on you.

pairing: roommate! enhypen x reader

genre: fluff, slight crack

warnings: swearing

word count: 400-500 words per member

a/n: i'm back!!!!!!! have some fluffy roommate enha because i want to write a roommate!AU but cant find the motivation to so i only make small drabbles <33

networks: @enhypennetwork

*･༓☾ LEE HEESEUNG

— when you remember a small thing about him

At first, there was only one reason you two were okay with sharing a place together, and that was because splitting the price would be so much more efficient, but now it's got so much more reasons.

For example; cooking. You both are decent chefs (at least you think so?) and like to experiment and try recipes here and here together. Baking cakes, to making your own homemade french fries, you've done a lot. Another reason is how much you get along, like friends for years now, even though it's only been a few months.

It's strange though, the connection you both have feels have been feeling a bit off to Heeseung. It's like the feelings he had for a classmate back in 9th grade. That was the last time he's felt it.

But it seems to be a bit stronger now, now that you knock softly on his door and peek your head in with a smile.

Your roommate instantly tears his headphones off his head, turning his chair to look at you. You step into his room and approach him, taking out your phone to open the notes app.

"Hey, Hee," You mumble. It's weird how the way you softly say his nickname has Heeseung's heart stopping for a second and his stomach flipping.

"Hi there, what did you need?"

You don't reply there for a split moment, before you stick your hand out and pass him your phone, which had a grocery list open. "You need anything from the store? I'm gonna go get some groceries."

Heeseung smiles at how considerate you are, nodding, before he looks down at your phone and thinks hard for what he wants.

He seems to find his mind completely blank, still preoccupied by the game he was playing previously. Animal crossing, one of his favorites. No time to think about that right now though.

"Oh, right," you perk up, before you take your phone from his clutches. "you mentioned like 2 days ago about running out of ramen."

And suddenly, it's like a stampeding zoo has replaced the beating of Heeseung's heart, racing faster than he's ever felt and rushing blood to his ears and cheeks. Maybe it was the way you remembered his simple craving, or the way you mumble how he's also running out of toothpaste and shampoo right after, or perhaps the dim lighting of his room makes you loom immaculate as you note down the groceries.

He doesn't know, but he knows he's done for.

"Alright, I think that's all. I'll be back in 30 minutes! Call me if you need anything else, okay?"

And as you exit his room, Heeseung thinks he's gonna have to call you later because he needs his heart back.

*･༓☾ PARK JONGSEONG

— when you care for him

You know Jay Park from your mother, who managed to snatch a good place for you to stay for Uni because of his own mother, who happened to be your mother's best friend in Uni too.

It's a bit strange though, because his mom and your mom are like twins, but you and Jay are somewhat opposites.

Which actually makes it perfect for you to live with each other. He's in charge of cooking (because god bless your kitchen if you were to make dinner tonight), and you're in charge of... other things.

See, Jay does the housework because he doesn't trust you after the last time you tried to clean the living room up, and he's okay with it. Because even though it's not your thing, you try. That's like better than any roommate he's had before.

Not only that, but you're better with feelings. When he has a crush on someone he goes to you, and seeks for help and advice to make a move or just drop the crush.

You're a great listener, and Jay really appreciates that. And a great test subject for him to throw on some clothes on you to see if the product he bought was worth it.

And now, as you gaze worriedly at Jay, who was currently stressing out because of an assignment, you decide to be helpful for once. Not feeling wise. Like, actually help. A snack maybe?

No, you can't make any snack. And you've run out of chips because of the movie night you had last week.

Jay sits on the dining table, head in his hands, struggling to find the right words to type away for his essay.

You know what he would kill for right now? A nice, hot cup of coffee—

"Here you go," your voice startles your roommate as you place a cup next to his hand. Jay's eyes, for the first time that evening, leave the screen, and shift over to the 'best mom' cup you got him for his birthday.

In it, is the black drink he was previously dreading for. And suddenly, when Jay looks up at you, you're an absolute angel, waiting for another chance to help him.

"I wanted to make you something, but you know my cooking skills are shit,"

Just the thought of you wanting to make him a little snack has Jay's heart flipping and soaring in his chest, the previous stress that built up in his body released and transformed into a warm sensation.

"O-oh, thank you!" Jay mumbles as he picks up the cup of coffee to his lips, sipping it lightly. "Really Y/n, thank you," He knows very well it was made from the coffee machine, but it almost tastes different because you made it for him. Silly.

For the next few minutes, you two simply char and have a nice moment of relaxation, talking about many different things before you two get back to your own tasks.

"Oh!" You suddenly exclaim, "do you remember what today is?"

At Jay's lost expression, you chuckle, and answer for him. "This marks 6 months of us being roommates!"

And this marks day one of Jay having a huge crush on you.

*･༓☾ SIM JAEYUN

— when you save his ass

Being childhood friends with Jake Sim has it's bright sides, and bad sides.

For example, when you're struggling math or physics he was instantly coming over to your house and teaching you all he could. You know you wouldn't have passed school without him. Another good thing about him is his many friends, including Jay Park, who has immaculate fashion and might you add, very rich.

However, you're in no place to approach him. But Jake is friends with Park Sunghoon too, which means many trips to the ice rink for many reasons. Maybe a small lunch drop off? A performance or competition you have to cheer him on? Maybe even a lesson? Park Sunghoon always fed your inner dream of becoming a figure skater.

You wonder if he's met Yuzuru Hanyu before.

And you're roommates. But that was always planned and expected since the last year of middle school so it isn't that much of a shock.

Oh, and the bad sides. Who knew Jake Sim was always going to be late for class? Elementary school, middle, high, all the way to University, he's constantly late to everything. Having to stall every professor is not something you were planning when you get to Uni, and yet here you are, distracting Mrs. Lee from starting math class.

You sigh in relief when you spot your best friend rushing through the doors, giving Mrs. Lee one last smile, "Oh, okay, thank you Mrs. Lee!"

She nods in response, before turning back to her desk, "Maybe next time you bring Mr. Sim with you? Aren't you two living together?"

At this, your face twists in sourness and you nod apologetically at your professor. "I'll try my best next time,"

And when you approach the panting Jake in the top 3rd row, you instantly throw a shove to his side.

Jake winces, before turning to you with a frown. "Ow, what was that for!"

"For being late, you idiot!"

Your roommate plops down in his seat, eyeing you as you join next to him calmly. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing."

What? But he's literally 15 minutes late. Class was sure to start by now, right?

Unless, oh my god.

"You stalled professor Lee?!"

"What else was I supposed to do you dumbass?! Let you miss so much material??"

Jake gapes at you, as Mrs. Lee finally start the lesson 15 minutes late. You haven't stalled a teacher for him since high school.

As you pat his cheek and mumble for him to focus, a swelling sensation warms in his chest, and he's finally realized that you're it for him.

*･༓☾ PARK SUNGHOON

— when he catches you stealing something from him

At first, you weren't so thrilled about being roommates with Park Sunghoon. Sure, you found him cool and all with his straight A's and figure skating skills but... he didn't talk much with you.

He was more of the personal, lone roommates. Those ones where when they come out of their room it's like a rare spotting of a wild animal.

But lately, because of one incident where he 'accidentally' made too much spaghetti and gave some to you, you've grown a lot closer. Like a lot.

Perhaps Sunghoon feels a little something for you, but he'll blame it on the chilly season when he feels different because of Christmas coming soon.

No, it's not the same way as when he goes figure skating, or Christmas shopping, or present opening. It's more of a... warm, happy feeling. Just so, so incredibly warm for some reason.

And you feel very cold currently, with winter coming soon. You weren't planning on staying so long, you figured you would go back home for autumn and winter, but your parents told you to stay and live with Sunghoon since it's closer to campus.

But now, you barely have any warm clothes to wear because they're all at home.

You sigh in disappointment, staring at the fresh pile of clothes that came right out the dryer. None of your clothes are warm, meant only for spring and summer. Sure, there was a sweater here and there, but you doubt that's enough to keep you warm throughout the week.

Your eyes trail from your pile of clothes, to Sunghoon's, which was right next to yours. You're on laundry duty this week, so you've seen most of his clothes. He has warm jackets and hoodies, almost too warm for you to simply stare at.

The next thing you know, your hand is grabbing at one of his gray sweaters, feeling the warmness on your fingers.

While Sunghoon is on the couch, finishing up an assignment he was working on, he catches sight of you quietly slipping out your room and walking to the front door with no words.

That's strange, you would always bid him goodbye.

"Where are you going?"

You completely freeze at Sunghoon's statement, looking back at him with a small, almost nervous, smile. "Oh, I'm just gonna hang out with Yuna, that's all."

"Oh, okay, have fun."

"Y-yeah, bye!"

Before you could leave, Sunghoon realizes something, something you wished he never realized.

"Hold on, is that my beanie?"

Defeated, you turn around with a sheepish smile, eyes darting to every corner of the room before they meet with your roommate's.

"Yeah,"

"A-and my hoodie?!"

"Also that, yeah."

Strangely, Sunghoon doesn't at all feel offended, or disturbed in any way. He's got that warm feeling swirling in him and heating his cheeks.

"I can take it off—"

"—No!"

Sunghoon coughs at the sudden raise of his voice, scratching at his wrist, "I-I mean no, it's okay."

It's really not, not when he feels like it's so right for you to steal his things and use it so casually, not when it does crazy things to his heart, not when he realizes he's in love with you.

*･༓☾ KIM SUNOO

— when you take notes for him

Kim Sunoo always had a history with getting sick. Spring and winter would usually be the worst, with the flowers and the cold. Because of this, you would often take care of him since the day you found out, which was freshman year of high school, when he took 2 days off due to a flu.

He's a lucky bitch, because the person who's been taking care of him since freshman year is now his roommate, and not just a friend who lives miles away. You're able to make him soup, his favorite soup, and instruct him to take his medicines.

Sunoo is very capable in objecting to take medicine, you know from when Yang Jungwon tried and tried to get him to take it, only to give up around 8 minutes later. Riki called him weak, but he lasted 2 himself.

The only way was to give him some pastry from the bakery because it's his guilty pleasure and would do anything to get a bite. Medicine? Done. As long as he gets his baguette.

Unfortunately, you found out just his morning that Sunoo was sick, and late to class to go rest in the nurse's office. No doubt Jungwon and Riki are there to him, sure to take any chance to skip classes.

So, to make him feel better, you decided to write him notes, along with a baguette, of course.

You take noted only for the classes you have with him, which is only about 3. Not that much, but writing in two notebooks at the same time is a true pain. God, you wish you were double handed. (if you are, you have all my respect you absolute legend)

By the time you get to the nurse's room, Sunoo looks a bit better, apple juice in his hand as he looks out the window boringly.

"Sunoo," You call out, "you okay?"

The boy whips around with a smile, nodding, "I'm feeling a bit better. These two kunckleheads helped with nothing, though."

He points to the corner, where Riki and Jungwon poke each other and whack the pillows to each other. They look extremely happy to seem like they're here for Sunoo.

Sighing, you simply plop down next to Sunoo, before taking your notebook out and pass it to Sunoo. "I took notes for you."

His eyes seem to sparkle in wonder as he opens the notebook, first few pages filled with neat and highlighted notes, with pointers and tips by the corner.

For once, Sunoo has notes that aren't from Riki, with nice, neat outlines and clear writing. It's a bit wobbly, but nothing compared to RIki's messy handwriting.

And as you pass him a baguette, he thinks he's met an angel, and he's fallen in love with you.

*･༓☾ YANG JUNGWON

— when you wake him up because of a fire drill

Living together with Jungwon was always a joy, you both get along very well and you both take responsibility on the place. It couldn't be more perfect.

Only, it wasn't perfect.

Every month, there is an annual fire drill. It's sounded fine at first before you realized these drills always initiated in the middle of the night. At the most unlikely times of the month.

There was one time where you had one on the last day o f the month, and then the second day of the next one. It was pure chaos.

Also, who the fuck would start a fire in the middle of the night?! (Apparently Lee Heeseung and Jake Sim because of their obsessions' with noodles. They don't even live together.)

Because of this, just this small thing about your place, you've become so paranoid at night. Except those nights where Niki comes over for a sleepover. The kid is so active in the day, and is the absolute best nap buddy.

Not that good actually, because of the one time he came over during a fire drill and was the last one out about 10 minutes late because he was still 80% asleep.

Apart from that, you are paranoid most of the time at night, which causes you to be ready, like right now, as the alarms go off in the ungodly hour of 4 am. You're surprised none of your neighbors have complained.

And here you are now, dragging Yang Jungwon out the door and dragging a blanket with you to head for the stairs. He's already so accustomed to this, and remains peaceful. He instead leans onto you and continues resting.

Once you've finally reached the lobby, you let Jungwon go, and turn around to pat his cheeks. "Hey, hey Jungwon. It's my turn to sleep."

You decided to take turns on who sleeps and who stays up until it's time to go back to your respective places. This month it's your turn to sleep, thank god.

Your roommate only grunts as a reply, before he tears his eyes open to wake up. He passes you the blanket, slapping his cheeks to wake up fully. You take the blanket thankfully as he mumbles something about suing the owner of the building, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jungwon does nothing but continiously blink at the night sky, trying to wake himself up by counting the stars.

Zero. You live in the city, of course there wouldn't be any stars.

In the depths of sleepiness, a sudden warm sensation spreads through Jungwon's body, and he turns his head to see you, your arms wrapped around his waist and your face shoved in his shoulder.

A fluttering feeling erupts from Jungwon's stomach, and travels all over his body and ends up staying in his cheeks, pink as ever.

Your arms tighten around him, and now you've brought the blankets around the both of you, which doesn't help his extremely heated cheeks at all.

"W-what are you—"

"—you're always warm on these fire drill nights, did you know that?"

And you're really cute tonight, in the lobby of the building, in the middle of a fire drill, and clinging onto Jungwon.

This might be the only fire drill he enjoys.

*･༓☾ NISHIMURA RIKI

— when you make him breakfast

RIki takes all his precious time sleeping, you know this very well. If he has time in the afternoon, he's spending it snoozing on the couch until he has to get up to study or do an assignment, he is also a pain to wake up in the morning.

There was a time you had a sleepover in the living room and ended up skipping classes just because you woke up literally 2 hours late. His embrace is meant for sleep, you think. And the way he's the best at convincing you to just go back to sleep? He could fool a whole court into believing the victim was innocent, and in need of sleep.

However, even if you did enjoy how warm his hold was, you've been trying to find the best methods to wake Riki up. And lately, he's been extra lazy so you need to find one quick.

Today, you try the method of breakfast. Other than sleep, Riki would kill for food when he's hungry. Most the time he wakes up because he's hungry.

You've prepared nothing but lucky charm cereal, one of his favorites. He finished the pop tarts last week so that didn't work. It would've woken him up instantly.

You knock on your roommate's door shortly, before opening the door to the expected sight of him tangled in his sheets and looking so incredibly comfortable.

The only visible part of him is the top of his head, bed head, might you add, and his legs that stick out of the blankets. He looks peaceful, and so very adorable it almost causes you to exit and not disturb him.

But the cold sensation of the condensation glossing over the bowl in your hands cause you to set it by his bedside table, and wipe your cold hands on your shirt. You then reach out to rip the covers off of Riki, exposing his face to the cold air of the morning (and his broken AC).

His eyes instantly squint at the light seeping through his window, groaning and tossing around to avoid it.

"Niki, wake up,"

Riki simply mumbles incoherently, swatting at your arms that shake his shoulders, "No. Isn't it a weekend or something? If you're sleepy too you're welcome to nap with me,"

"No!" You pull your arms back before he's able to drag you next to him, placing them on your hips instead, "Not again, not this time!"

Before your roommate falls fully back asleep, you grab the bowl of cereal on his nightstand, before sitting next to him.

"I brought you breakfast,"

Suddenly, Riki springs up, and his eyes are wide as ever, staring at the bowl of cereal in your hands.

Nobody has done such a thing for him. Sure, there was his birthday, but his mom would tell him to shower and all that before eating cake. This, this was just straight up breakfast in bed.

His hands take the bowl from yours, instantly scooping a spoonful of cereal, and it goes straight into his mouth.

Strangely, he doesn't feel frustrated like usual, or groggy, or any of that. He feels good, happy.

Lucky Charms is his favorite cereal now, and you are his favorite person.

[daegall]

—7LIN' WITH NCT DREAM

pairing: nct dream x reader

genre: fluff, some crack

warnings: none, i think

word count: 300-400 per member

a/n: efjadj literally a day on hiatus i wrote this LMAO

also just realized most of these are sleepovers pls i miss sleepovers someone take me to a sleepover </3

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi @twozeronet + @peachxyverse <33

*･༓☾ MARK LEE

— in the dead of night, cooking random foods

You know Mark Lee, you’ve known him for years now. You know the littles habits he has and the small peeves he holds, you know what he’s feeling whenever and wherever. You are aware of how he has those sleepless nights where he writes music and lyrics, and you are completely aware of the small thing he does when he’s feeling hungry on those nights.

Fortunately, tonight you stayed over to do an assignment, so there’s no need for calling multiple times or asking your neighbor Renjun to go wake you up. You love Mark, you really do, but on these nights you just wish to throw him out the window. Affectionately? Maybe, you think to yourself as Mark scurries around to look for ingredients.

“What are we even making anyways?”

“‘m craving some fried chicken.”

“Mark there is literally KFC like 2 blocks away.”

Mark stubbornly shakes his head, opening his fridge to look for buttermilk. It’s his favorite when it comes to your cooking, buttermilk fried chicken, “But it’s different when we make it!”

“You mean when I make it?”

Your best friend huffs, sticking his tongue out at you, “Yes. When you make it.”

15 minutes later (plus a few minutes of trying to teach Mark how to fry chicken), you put the plate of fried chicken on the coffee table in front of the tv, plopping next to Mark on the couch. He instantly reaches out for a leg, hungrily munching on it as you switch through many channels on the tv. You settle with the channel playing E.T, knowing it would eventually cause Mark to fall asleep due to the many times he’s watched it.

“So, you write any new songs?”

Mark hums enthusiastically, shoving the rest of his chicken in his mouth, before placing the bone back on the plate. He then reaches for his beloved guitar beside him, instantly plucking on the strings skillfully. He then sings a small tune softly, glancing at you once in a while to see if you’re dozing off.

You’re not, and you know you won’t, not when Mark has his guitar out. It’s your favorite habit of his, when he randomly pulls his guitar out to play a little something.

You snicker and point at his hands, “Hah! You’re getting your guitar oily!”

*･༓☾ HUANG RENJUN

— in the middle of a field

Your parents have always said, stranger danger, but honestly you think otherwise.

Especially when the stranger randomly showed up next to you while you were having a breakdown and decided to lay down next to you. Yeah, stranger no danger.

You don’t need to speak, he doesn’t need to speak to know that you’re both safe with each other. No weird intentions, just comfort from each other’s presence. At first, you were quite annoyed, and felt an urge to yell at him to go away, but you strangely feel the urge fly away with each minute that passed by.

Funny, this reminds you of times when you were a child, when you simply just sat with another and the next day you would be acting like you’ve known each other for years.

Only, you have absolutely no idea who this stranger is.

“So,” you breath out, glancing to your right, where he layed. “I’m Y/n. You are?”

“Renjun,” The stranger responds, sending you a thin lipped, awkward, yet adorable smile, sticking his hand out to you. You stick your hand out and shake his hand for a mere second, before pulling away and facing back up to the sky.

“Thank you for accompanying me,” You mumble, pulling at some grass underneath you. A small habit you grew to get used to, after that one track and field day in fourth grade. Waiting for your turn is very boring and takes a long time, so you had to resort to some form of entertainment. Maybe you should be a gardener in the future.

“I wouldn’t mind resorting to gardening either, really.” Renjun chuckles after you told him of your little spontaneous idea.

“Hmm, if we have no chance of life by 30, let’s open a plant shop and own a whole garden.”

He shrugs, you can almost feel it by your shoulder, before he faces you with a small lazy and lopsided smile, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Comfort and joy you haven’t felt for weeks finally waves over you at the idea of opening a little plant shop with a guy you’ve just met. A small spark ignites within you at how relaxing and almost surreal the moment feels, knowing this would be the start of a long friendship.

*･༓☾ LEE JENO

— in the middle of his living room at a sleepover

It’s basically traditional now, to have sleepovers with Jeno. Either at your house, or his house, they all go the same way.

Come over, eat a bunch of snacks while playing board games, watch a bunch of movies, nap for a hot minute, and wake back up to Jeno playing video games with Hyuck and Jaemin, and then your favorite part, when you two can’t sleep because of the nap you took before.

Or maybe the apple juice you drank. Probably both.

And here you lay, the clock hitting midnight, staring at the blank ceiling of Jeno’s living room. Green and purple shapes start to form from how dark the room is, and you trail your eyes all over the room, trying to get rid of them.

Your eyes move constantly, all around the room, until your head turns to your right and catches Jeno’s which were staring right at you.

“What are you doing?” He giggles, a small twitch at the corner of his lips he is unable to hold back curls up into a smile, his eyes scrunching up as well. You can’t help but start to chuckle as well, poking at Jeno’s stomach.

“Not sleeping.”

“You know, they say when you can’t sleep it’s because you have a lot on your mind.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “I think it’s because we have a lot in our stomachs.”

Jeno agrees, his head is completely empty, ready for sleep, but his body just won’t comply, it’s too full of energy. He sighs, catching your hand and softly intertwining your fingers. So many things you could do at such a time, watch another movie, play another game, heck, go for a walk.

Jeno knows you’re also trying to figure out what to do, he can tell by the way your fingers drum against the back of his hand softly. Only one thing can come to your mind, and you think it’s also on Jeno’s.

You turn your head to your best friend, “Should we eat some more?”

He nods with a grin, “Let’s eat some more.”

The night is filled with many kinds of sandwiches, ham sandwiches, grilled cheese sandwiches, egg sandwiches, everything you could try. The full stomach keeps you on until 5 am, where you pass out of the couch instead of the air mattress you set up in the living room.

You have a good morning’s sleep and wake up to Renjun and Jaemin shaking you awake and complaining about sleeping in a bad position, but you only groan at the sight of sandwiches contained in Tupperware's they brought for breakfast.

*･༓☾ LEE DONGHYUCK

— at the library, reading children’s books on bean bags

As childish and immature your boyfriend is, he always cherishes those rare moments where all you two do is just rest and bask in each other’s embrace. It always leaves a special memory in his heart.

And this is probably the only reason he likes the library, because it’s your favorite relaxing spot in all of town. Though it’s quiet, and painfully boring, you always make up for it in many different ways. Sneaking in snacks and eating at a far, hidden corner together, cuddling against a bookshelf, hell even the fact that the librarian treasures you to the point she gives you access to the library’s (though old and dusty,) cherished computer.

There’s never a boring moment in the library when he’s with you.

And Donghyuck especially wants to keep this moment to his heart, feeling it swell affectionately when you scoot your bean bag closer to his and lay your head on his lap. He loves how you act so natural with it, sending him a cheeky smile before picking your book back up to continue reading.

One benefit Donghyuck gets when dating you, reading more often. Well, it was more of Johnny’s doing, forcing you two to start your own little book club when he found out you two almost never read books. He did good making that decision, especially with this week’s books.

This week’s theme is children’s stories, agreed mutually after Mark’s little sister was surprised you didn’t know all these classic children’s tales.

Donghyuck raises his hand and instantly runs it through your hair, softly playing with the strands as you two get lost in your own fairytales. You chose the book 'Jack and the Beanstalk’ after vaguely remembering slight details about it, but only one came to mind.

Your boyfriend chose ‘Little red riding hood’, strangely curious as to how the wolf gobbled grandma so quickly, and how she even survived.

Donghyuck’s subtle playing with your hair has you feeling awfully sleepy, shutting your book and placing it on the ground next to you. He looks at you alarmed, though chuckles the next second when he notices your sleepy eyes gazing up at him.

“Can you read it out loud?” You request, shifting to make yourself comfortable on his lap.

Donghyuck hums, before softly mumbling the story out loud, his voice soothing and smooth, luring you in to continue listening, yet at the same time almost lulling you to sleep. You choose sleep, obviously, with how comfortable you feel.

Not even 10 minutes later, Donghyuck decides that his review for the book will be 1 star, because who the hell can survive being eaten by a wolf? He places both of your books on the top of a shelf, before joining you on the bean bags to take a short nap.

*･༓☾ NA JAEMIN

— in your room, supposedly studying but actually doing anything but studying

Usually, you do productive stuff when it comes to hanging out with Jaemin, but today was different. For better, you feel, but you kind of know it’s worse too.

You two have gotten bored of doing a bunch of assignments, instead finding much comfort lying on Jaemin’s bed, under the covers, watching a ton of Dodo animal videos. At first you started with a movie, but after watching a daily dose of internet video you chose to watch a bunch of animal videos. It’s a bit scary how one could get so carried away on the internet.

You awe and lean your head on Jaemin’s shoulder at the sight of the once cold and mean cat snuggling up to her owner, swinging your legs back and forth in the air. After lots of shifting, you find laying on your stomach the best, though your neck position is killing you.

“If we were to get a cat, what would you name it?”

You hum at the question, thoughtfully thinking of all the possibilities. “Cool goob.” You conclude.

Jaemin giggles at your answer, clicking on another dog video, “I would name them Doug.”

You nod at his decision, glancing at his phone screen. “And for a dog?”

“Douggie.”

“Jaem, that’s literally the same name you gave for the cat.”

“No, this one has-”

Suddenly, light pools through and stings at your eyes, and both you and Jaemin groan and stuff yourselves into the sheets. Renjun narrows his eyes at the both of you and tosses the blanket to the side, with Jeno snickering at your conversation they had previously eavesdropped on.

“Don’t tell me you two are planning to adopt cats and dogs.”

“Who’s adopting what?” Chenle peaks his head into the room, and Jisung hums in wonder. “Can the cat be something less hairy? I’ve got allergies, you know that.”

“I suppose a Siamese would be okay.”

Mark and Donghyuck walk in after Chenle and Jisung, excitedly, after hearing about adoption, “Ooh! Can we get a dog too?”

“No! Nobody’s adopting anything! You’ll all just end up dumping all the responsibilities on me again!”

The room goes silent at the truth Renjun spits, the air getting a bit tense at his sudden tiny burst.

“...hamster?”

“Zhong Chenle! We are not getting another Jisung!”

*･༓☾ ZHONG CHENLE

— at the basketball court during class hours

You’ve always been stuck to the side of the mischievous Zhong Chenle, along with Park Jisung, always helping him with his little pranks and teasing, he was your source of serotonin. Never has he failed to bring a smile to your face when you’re feeling down, heck even if he’s the cause of your sadness. He will always make it up to you.

Your whole life was filled with carefree adrenaline, your parents knew how to raise a happy and healthy child, and so you can’t say you have just a little bit or rebellion in you. Though, this didn’t stop you from staying diligent and listening to your friends and family with care.

And you’ve learned to surround yourself with satisfaction, that includes grades. Oh how you dreaded getting your results. Always a sick feeling in your stomach when you see the numbers. Confident or not, it’s always got you in a nervous wreck.

And to think you actually failed a math exam, oh, you've never been so frustrated in your life. Other than the time Daegal tried chewing your backpack apart, but that’s nothing. The moment Chenle comes face to face with your frustrated frown, he’s already made a plan to cheer you up with everything he’s got.

Unfortunately, Jisung couldn’t come along, claiming he needs to join soccer practice after skipping one too many times. But Chenle did not hesitate to ditch class to drag you to the nearest bakery, instructed you to wait, and came back with a whole box of donuts.

Zhong Chenle is the best. Most of the time. Not in sleepovers when he decides to literally throw random pillow fights at the most unexpected times.

But he’s still the best most of the times. And that includes right now, as he pats the seat next to him. He had taken you to the basketball court near the bakery, completely lonely and perfect for an afternoon snack.

“My parents are gonna kill me for failing, and skipping class, do you realize that?”

Your best friend shrugs, swallowing the last of his donut, “Yeah, just tell them it’s my fault.”

You go back to munching on your glazed donut, flopping your head on Chenle’s shoulder. Your parents had an inevitable soft spot for Chenle, and an even softer spot for Jisung, so they wouldn’t mind if they got you to skip class just to cheer you up. They’re just that smitten.

“Thank you,” You mumble, as you wipe at your mouth, “for cheering me up.”

Chenle hums, bumping his head with yours, before he pinches at your cheek, “Anything for you.”

A smile curls on your lips, because you know it’s true. He would do anything for you, and you wouldn’t hesitate to do the same thing for him.

“Anyways, how did you do on the math test?”

“Got a solid B minus.”

“Oh my god Zhong Chenle you’re so dead.”

*･༓☾ PARK JISUNG

— a lazy morning, after a sleepover

You believe that friendships are very important, and most crucial to you in life. Without a friend, who knows how mad you could become? There was a time in 9th grade when you had no genuine friends, and resorted to ranting to your reflection cups and plates, water even.

That was a hard time you don’t want to talk about. Everything turned out fine the next year, so it wasn’t too bad to dwell on.

True, genuine people as friends are hard to find among a big crowd. To find someone who could relate to you, support you, love you, is hard. Especially when you have to support them in whatever they do, get along well, and really just understand each other deeply.

This fact made it seem almost impossible to find the perfect friend.

But, a shining light, also known as Park Jisung, came tumbling into your life after you had asked him if he was the soccer player (he really isn’t). The boy simply laughed and replied how he wished to be as talented as him. You almost believe he had no talent, like some people out there, until he started dancing.

Crazy talented. Who would want to kick balls all day when you got groovy moves like his?

Soon, this curiosity led you to the best decision of befriending Park Jisung, whom without you’d surely wouldn’t survive without today. Scratch that, finding him in the first place, if not then it’d be him failing to survive with how clumsy and careless he is. Who even washes veggies with soap?

And in your opinion, finding a friendship this special comes once in a hundred chances, so your luck must’ve been fantastic. Another one of your opinions, though random, sleepovers are the peak intimacy for friends. Inviting a friend to your place is like asking to be their partner in crime forever. Having them invite you to their place? You just found your rock.

And so here you find yourself, 8 in the morning, groaning as you fling your arms around to stop Jisung’s annoyingly loud alarm clock. He’s hit snooze about 3 times already, it;s time to stop it. It’s a weekend, for heaven's sake!

Jisung hums mindlessly, seemingly unbothered by the loud wake up call, instead tugging the blankets towards him and turning around, causing the rest of your side of the blanket to shift to his half of the bed.

With a huff, you grab a pillow from beside you, before flopping it to smack the back of your best friend’s head. Jisung grunts at the feeling, and starts to stir awake when you repeat the action multiple times.

“Park Jisung, you're taking my side of the blanket. You promised you wouldn’t do it this time.”

“Cold!”

“Fine, I’m going to Chenle’s room.”

At the mention of the boy next door, Jisung sits up abruptly, looping his arms around your right arm. “No! Just because he has Daegal doesn’t mean it’s better there, let’s just cuddle or something.”

You instantly agree to his proposal, tugging the blankets back over you. “That’s what I thought.”

[masivechaos]

oo oo fmk aaron, spencer and derek

YOU DID NOT okay this is hard because aaaah

marry spencer for sure

fuck aaron

kiss derek

[patchesnpins]

cld u please do the "can you hold my hand" prompt with a steve and a gn!reader ? (preferably somewhat masc leaning but like. dont worry about it lol)

congrats on the milestone !!

ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ? (ꜱ. ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ)

☾⋆*:｡ a/n: thank you dear!! I hope you enjoy this <33 I thought it came out cute

☾⋆*:｡ details: SFW//w.c: 0.9k//warnings: alcohol and Steve being drunk

come join the event!

Steve Harrington was drunk. You’d never before thought you’d see this sight and frankly, you thought he had the tolerance of a god, leaving you in the dust as you carefully pace yourself with small sips.

But you could probably blame it on the highschool party, hosted by meatheads who hadn’t the slightest clue on how to balance alcohol with any other liquid. The minute the insanely bitter liquid touched your tongue, you knew you’d be sticking to the half full cup you made yourself for the rest of the night.

Steve, on the other hand, promised you he could handle it. And from his rosy red cheeks and the way he kept folding at the knee, he certainly couldn’t handle it. Everyone was cackling at his sorry state while you were struggling to get him back on his feet, feeling like you were tussling with an oversized toddler. 

“Steve, stand up. I’m bringing you home.” You bite out, exhaustion evident in your voice.

He finally looks up at you, a wild look on his face and you brush his hair back so that he looks a bit less obviously drunk. “You don’t know where I live.” He says it like a statement, like he’s so sure of himself.

“Steve, I think everyone knows where you live.” His previous popularity didn't buy him privacy. Anyways, you both had literally walked from his house to the party (a poor decision in hindsight because you hadn’t the faintest idea how you’d get him home in this state). “Now come on, say goodbye to everyone.”

Finally, giving in to your constant struggles and tugging at the sleeve of his shirt, he clambers to his feet and gives a weak wave to the crowd you both had drawn. Robin pats you on the back in a sign of solidarity, silently telling you to get her if you need help bringing him home. You give you your own goodbyes and wave Steve over, feeling like you’re calling a slightly disobedient dog over.

With a bit of a struggle down the stairs, you both finally begin the walk that you hope to get over with quickly. Steve insists that he can stand on his own and not one to argue, you let him. There’s an uncertainty in each of his steps but he seems to be getting from point A to B much better than you expected, gracing you with a bit of relief.

“Y’ wanna know something funny?” He asks playfully, shoulder bumping into your own as he tries to keep pace with you. 

“What?” You ask, a bit unsure of what may spill from his mouth in his drunken state. 

“The last time I felt like this, I was on drugs.” You snort, not entirely shocked considering his newfound friendship with the Munson kid. Still, you jokingly spit out “liar” at him, prodding for more. “I’m being serious! There were these crazy Russians and they gave us these weird drugs that made us talk a lot. Pretty crazy.” He trails off a bit.

You roll your eyes. “You sure you just didn’t take anything weird?”

“No! You can ask Rob, she’ll tell you.” His face is in your face, grinning wide and the smell of alcohol is too much of a reminder that he’s not thinking straight.

“I’m gonna leave you here on the side of the street,” You moan and Steve looks like he’s ready to keep arguing, completely forgetting about the edge of the road and slipping. You launch yourself forward, grabbing onto him to keep him from rolling into the dark ditch on the side of the road. His eyes are wide and his unsteady legs fold under him once again.

“Woah,” he smiles. “You’re my hero, that could’ve been game over for me.” You help him back onto his feet and away from the edge of the road, holding back your own laughter as he sprinkles you in praise that you’re not sure you deserve for something so simple. It would’ve been much harder to drag him out of the ditch.

But soon enough it’s back to walking, Steve is pressed more against your side like you’re the only thing keeping him steady. His hand keeps brushing yours, fingers lightly catching on each other but neither of you point it out. Until Steve breaks the heavy silence of the night. “Can I… Can you hold my hand?”

You nod open mouthed, reaching down and carefully lacing your fingers together in a gentle grip. Almost immediately he squeezes your hand tight in a grip that tells you he refuses to let go. He’s a bit steadier, occasionally bumping into you or swaying but there’s a bit of confidence restored in his step as he holds onto you. Laughter bubbles up from his throat, soft and sweet. “I feel like a kid again.”

You nodded, remembering the memories of wide eyed and worried toddlers on the playground, hands interlocked in a tight grip with friends because the sense of familiarity was safe. And the feeling of Steve’s sturdy frame and warmth pressed against you was safe, you hadn’t even noticed the eerie darkness shrouding you two till the sense of relief flowing through your body when your boyfriend took your hand in his.

You nodded and squeezed his hand, something he reciprocated a few seconds later. “It’s better this time though,” he laughs and you’re confused for a moment before realizing he’s still on the topic of his story. “Because this time you’re here. You’ll get me home nice and safe, like you always do.”

You hum, shoes scraping against the gravel road. “And there’s also no crazy Russians involved?”

“Y-yeah. That too. But mostly because of you.”

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aww stick marry me ily

[masivechaos]

babes , in all honesty , you're my favourite person no lie. you've always been there for me and my conversations w you are amazing. ♡♡ you are my fav.

:(( do you want me to cry? i love you so much stick, you’re my favourite person too i hope you know that <33

[masivechaos]

us rn

yes this is us

[masivechaos]

my god , this theme is so FUCKING AMAZING. my eyes have been so blessed. you're just too talented

i love you stick

[masivechaos]

margottt , loml , should I make the marauders or the dps characters in sims 4 ??

ooh, the marauders!!!