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starstruckmoony · 2 years

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call it what you want.

masterlist

pairing - remus lupin x fem!reader

summary - pure social media chaos. the whole gang is here. proper romance/fluff starts in the next part!

trope/tags - band/celeb!au, instagram/social media!au, modern!au, fluff, terrible humour

word count - 610

warnings - language

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

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yourusername

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yourusername go buy yourself some roses.

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rjlupin lol imagine being that lonely

yourusername says the one who goes on dates with himself

rjlupin it's called being independent

yourusername virgin moment

starmanblack feminism

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lily_evans maybe i should start doing that

prongsyboy wow thanks a lot

user732188 girlboss 😩

user501170 single gang

user226695 if she's single how am i ever gonna find someone

rjlupin

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rjlupin anyone wanna be my valentine? 🤪

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yourusername i thought you said you were independent

rjlupin people change y/n

yourusername don't make me laugh

rjlupin i did though

starmanblack bf material 😜

marymacdonald meeee

rjlupin don't you have a girlfriend?

marymacdonald no, she went to get milk

vance_emm your mum went to get milk

user637722 ME ME ME ME ME

user388211 pick me choose me love me

user374737 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

user111002 half of y'all are just forgetting you're famous HELPP

user277642 you and y/n commenting on each other's posts is the highlight of my day 😭😭

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yourusername a lil throwback to last year - my favourite people ever <3

tagged rjlupin, mmmckinnon

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starmanblack personally i like marlene more

yourusername don't we all?

rjlupin good luck finding a new bassist sirius

marymacdonald you guys should collab

mmmckinnon possibilities

casmeadowes marlene is my favourite people too

mmmckinnon right back at you love <3

bartyyy what about me?

yourusername you're getting there

user966330 marlene is gorgeous fr

user320011 I LOVE THESE FRIENDSHIPS SO MUCH ALL MY FAVOURITE PEOPLE TOGETHER

user153465 babies

user668668 IADIQISIJA THIS IS ADORABLE

rjlupin

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rjlupin broke into y/n's house today

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yourusername that was so naughty of you

rjlupin i learned from the best

yourusername are you calling me a criminal?

rjlupin look at you putting words into my mouth

yourusername not this again smh

maraudersofficial hurry up and write us a song

rjlupin that's your job sirius

maraudersofficial you gotta learn how to multitask

ev.rosier new music?

rjlupin hmmmmmm

mmmckinnon you should have invited me

rjlupin it didn't cross my mind oops

mmmckinnon i wonder why

lily_evans isn't that illegal?

prongsyboy to me, personally, it's cute

lily_evans i did not ask

user076646 that's my boyfriend everyone!

user463550 i can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not

user335545 ok now kiss

user101044 stop shipping them

user335545 no <3

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yourusername something is cooking...

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rjlupin and i know what it is 😎

yourusername SHHHH

marymacdonald no one say sike

pete__ SIKE HAHA

casmeadowes no more waiting pls omg

user726362 OGJ MY GOD NEW ALBUM

user300106 UAJDJAJXJQJXJQJSJQHDAIXHAJ

user224737 I WASN'T CLOWNING THIS TIME

user100011 THIS AIN'T A DRILL EVERYONE

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yourusername my best friend is cooler (and drunker) than yours

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rjlupin cute but you're cooler anyway

yourusername are you flirting with me?

rjlupin depends how you define flirting

prongsyboy damn

starmanblack tell him to give me my jacket back

rjlupin you took my sweaters stfu

marymacdonald okay but lily is the coolest

yourusername lily.

rjlupin lily>

lily_evans i love you

bartyyy 🥵🥵

yourusername facts

maraudersofficial we have the funnest singer ever

rjlupin thanks pete

user675677 two pretty drunk best friends

user157463 is no one gonna talk about them lowkey flirting in the comments?

user224000 god really does have favourites

tagging some of my lovely mutuals <3

@sp1rit-realm @masivechaos @innerloverpainter @forourmoons @sw34terw34ther @withastrangerheart @nyxxxxxxxx @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @laluna0 @incorrectwolfstar

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blouisparadise · 9 months

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that feature breastfeeding or lactation. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Come Here (And Rescue Me) | General Audiences | 2,139 words

“It’s because of people like you that the world is going to the dogs.” The woman barked with scorn. Her eyes were as dark as her soul and Louis held Apollo closer when he started to whimper, being very in tune with his surroundings. “Breastfeeding in a park? Where do you think you are? We’re not in one of these poorly developed countries where you can act in such a discourteous way and…” “I’m sorry, but could you get lost?”

2) Effervescent Opal, Say My Name | Mature | 3,463 words

Louis has an oversupply of milk after his first pregnancy and Harry wants nothing more than to suck him dry.

3) Stuck On Me, Stuck On You | Not Rated | 8,738 words

It’s not a big deal that Harry and Louis grew up together, and not a big deal that Harry is in love with Louis since he can remember. But it’s a big deal that Louis is pregnant and has no idea who the father is.

4) Could Start A Cult | Explicit | 8,750 words

He lowers down the top that Louis is wearing, successfully unclasping his nursing bra as well, letting Louis’ tits bounce at the sudden movement. Harry massages both breasts to stimulate the milk flow, and he can feel his cock hardening inside his pants.

5) I Don't Want To Close My Eyes (I Don't Want To Miss A Thing) | Explicit | 13,605 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis is married to Liam and pregnant with his child. Liam isn't ready to be a father, but Dr. Harry Styles is more than willing.

6) Three's A Crowd, Four's A Party | Mature | 16,569 words

"Morgan, sweetie, mommy and daddy have something we want to talk to you about." The little girl looks at them confused, having no idea what's about to happen. "First I want to tell you that we love you very much and nothing will ever change that, okay?" "I love you too!" Louis smiles. "What we wanted to talk to you about is that there's going to be some changes around here soon." "Why?" "Because mommy's having a baby."

7) Mob Boss Omega | Mature | 16,786 words

Mafia "any organized group using extortion and other criminal methods" In all definitions, I am in line for the throne. As the son of a mob boss I'm set to inherit everything my father has built up. He's always been set on expanding though and who better to use than his overprotected omega son. That's me in case you're wondering. The crown omega prince of the mob.

8) Baby, Loving You’s The Real Thing | Explicit | 21,011 words

Harry never thought he’d be taking care of a child at the age of twenty-one—well, trying to anyway.

9) Fell For You | Explicit | 26,136 words

A crime investigation fic in which Detective Louis Tomlinson and Detective Harry Styles are tasked to solve a case together where Louis hates Harry Styles or does he?

10) For Your Eyes Only | Not Rated | 26,501 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis likes to feel beautiful and taken care of. Harry is just the person to help. They figure it out together.

11) Just Forget The World | Explicit | 42,861 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis is the last person on earth who can get pregnant after the birthrates decreased then completely stopped twenty years before and in search for someone with good genetics and a family tree Harry is chosen to mate with him.

12) I'm Me When I'm With You | Mature | 86,123 words

AU in which Louis finally is able to attend the University he’s been dreaming off: Queens University. But fate works in mysterious ways and it certainly doesn’t care about your dreams nor your plans. No, fate had a whole other future planned for him the moment he met the popular, gorgeous and mighty Alpha named, Harry Styles who accidentally impregnates him after a one nightstand… Accidents happen, but not all accidents are bad.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp #blp fic recs #breastfeeding #lactation #mpreg

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chocochipbiscuit · 3 months

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Hey, Choco,

So, um,

Behemoths?

Like, if you are inclined to write fo4?

This has been sitting in my inbox, shamefully languishing, because I just haven't had time to do it the justice I felt it deserved (and am still juggling multiple other WIPs) but I just decided: justice be damned! The only way to exorcise this yelling is to actually yell about it!

FIRST OF ALL. What makes a behemoth vs a regular mutant? Considering that we only see behemoths on the East Coast, we can take the Watsonian approach (we only see behemoths on the East Coast because they come from a different strain of FEV) or the Doylist approach (Bethesda just wanted us to have huge enemies for fun boss fights).

Obviously, I write fanfic, so I'm gonna run with the Watsonian approach. :P

Per official Fallout 3 game guide:

Another unique trait of the super mutants is that they grow larger as they grow older, and can range from eight (2.44 m) to at least twenty feet (6 m) in height; the largest are known as "behemoths." These behemoths seem to be even less intelligent than their smaller brethren, communicating only in echoing roars and blindly destroying everything in their path, acting more like an unfettered beast than a warrior.

Which seems pretty fucking depressing if you're a mutant who actually values your reason and ability to keep a handle on your rage! (Ex: Fawkes, Virgil.)

In fact, per this possible dialogue with Virgil:

The Sole Survivor: "Do you remember Edgar Swann?" Brian Virgil: "Swann? ...Yes, I saw his file. He was one of our first test subjects, years ago. His mutations destabilized. Started turning into a Behemoth. You think that could happen to me? Maybe I'm fine for a few months, a few years, but... god. I couldn't live like that."

Except...again, we have multiple in-universe exceptions to the 'always hostile, always stupid' mutants. We also can also read against the canon as presented to us and consider that since super mutants are capable of forming their own societies, including shared resources and responsibilities for caring for disabled members (such as the fact that Dead Eye gets back up from other mutants if attacked).

I think there is some argument to be made for whether it's socialization vs the type of FEV each mutant is infected with; Fawkes mentions that it took him years of isolation with his computer before he could speak and reason more intelligently, and Strong can grow (through friendship with the SoSu) from literally believing in the milk of human kindness to using idioms like 'got your back' when switching out between companions. Virgil is one of the 'newest' mutants we get to see, freshly turned, so he might be unique due to the FEV strain used or because he's so new to being a mutant.

Swan and Grun are the only named behemoths of FO4, IIRC, so let's take a look at Swan!

Swan was a former Institute employee turned into an experimental test subject as 'probation' for stealing cigarettes. (I can gnash my teeth about the Institute, criminal justice, and their incredibly shaky ethics later.) We can read journal entries and notes about his fear of what the FEV is doing to him, as well as his fears of being discarded as another failed subject. The fact that he devolves to the point where he can only shout his own name and still wears the swan paddleboats as memories of his former self is incredibly depressing and make him more sympathetic to me!

That said...I'm also thinking about one of Magnolia's songs. Specifically, from "Good Neighbor:"

Took a dive with the swans Out in the Commons with nothing on The mutants stopped to savor All my bad behavior It's all in a day's work When you're a good, good neighbor

HEY. HEY. MAGNOLIA. DID YOU FUCK SWAN? DID YOU FUCK SWAN??? I NEED TO FUCKING KNOW, MAGNOLIA!!!!

Especially because of her line: "It's all in the songs. Everything I am."

THERE IT IS, FOLKS. SHE FUCKED THE BEHEMOTH.

(/tongue in cheek)

Or rather, it's all fair game for fanfic. :P

All of that said, it's fucking ripe for fanfic. Does Virgil try to make amends for his past by developing other cures for FEV, including for Swan? Does Magnolia actually have an odd friendship with the behemoth at the bottom of the pond? Do we simply need a few more behemoths smashing around until some brave human or ghoul attempts the first overture of friendship?

YES. YES TO ALL OF THIS.

#choco answers #fallout 4 #fallout 4 behemoths #look I always have more ideas than time #any and all of these are fair game if you wanna use them #but also....#the biggest fucking size difference fic you can get for this fandom!#unless one of you robofuckers wants to write about Liberty Prime ;)

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shitolodise · 1 year

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Hii peeps, i've made some TF2 morning routine headcanons, bc i'm obesesed with this game and i can never stop thinking about all of the mercs

keep in mind eng isn't my first language so there could be some stuff wrong haha (cries in brazilian)

Scout

One of the last to wake up, usually leaves the room already dressed, his social energy already replenished, having more energy than the others to talk. He starts the day with cereal and milk, and as soon as he's done Scout invites, anyone who has time, to play baseball with him.

Mostly cheerful, Scout tends to crack jokes in the morning, trying to make conversation and asking how everyone's night went, always talking about the dreams he had, if Miss Pauling isn't involved, of course.

Soldier

very punctual, every day he wakes up at 7 am, has a hearty breakfast (bacon and eggs with orange juice, American stuff), and already leaves to put on his uniform, his time outside varies between target shooting, unnecessarily running for hours without stop, break the necks of criminals for America, taking care of the raccoons in Merasmus' house, go back and wake up the others who are still sleeping.

He already wakes up in a good mood and energized, talking loudly in the morning resulting in sometimes waking up the other men. If it's not Scout who is bringing up the subject or telling stories, that role is Soldier’s, that is if he comes back home during the others' breakfast.

Pyro

Wakes up around 8 am, his mood usually already being high up. He likes apple juice and pancakes for breakfast or sweeter things in general. After eating, Pyro goes from setting small things on fire or drawing and watching cartoons on TV.

Always cheerful, he rarely wakes up angry. He comes out of his room already hopping and waving to the other mercenaries.

Demoman

It varies on how he slept last night, depending on how drunk he was. Demo gets out of bed looking in the fridge for anything that has alcohol in it, going so far as to pour vodka into his coffee cup. It is normal to find him walking dizzy through the halls of the house, or sleeping in a random corner of the backyard. He is usually the one who agrees to play baseball with Scout, even though most of the time he has to stop playing because he is too dizzy.

Demoman goes between babbling shit when he wakes up / talking in his sleep (yes, in the middle of the breakfast table), or laughing along with Soldier / Scout. Aside from being drunk, it's hard to see the Demoman wake up in a bad mood or sad unless he doesn't find anything alcoholic in the fridge.

Heavy

he is already up around 8/9 in the morning, a chamomile tea is what he normally drinks in the morning accompanied by his sandwich. He likes to spend his free time reading a book or just sitting in front of the base enjoying the morning breeze, if possible talking to Medic.

Heavy isn't much of a talker when he first wakes up, answering others shortly and quickly, Soldier and Scout’s stories helping him wake up faster, eliciting a few laughs from him. Despite this, Heavy wakes up with a neutral personality, what will happen throughout the morning decides how his mood will be.

Engineer

What time he wakes up depends on how much sleep he had last night as he has a habit of having brainstorms at ⅔ in the morning. When he wakes up, he already takes coffee from the coffee maker, adding milk depending on how much energy he needs in the morning. After eating anything easy he finds in the cupboard, he goes straight to his workshop to finish what he started the previous morning.

Difficult to wake up in a bad mood, he always leaves the room with a smile on his face and greets others, it takes a few moments to become talkative, but after a cup of coffee, he starts to interact better.

Medic

Due to insomnia, Medic tends to wake up very early, already up at 6 am. His first idea is to look at the things he was doing before going to sleep in an attempt to bring his sleepiness back, if that fails, after a few hours, Medic leaves his lab and goes straight to the kitchen to eat something, going about his day as usual. Most of the time his choice is tea (especially when he can't get back to sleep) and something simple to go with it like biscuits, then go back to work on what he was doing before going to the kitchen.

It takes time to "wake up". His mood most times is not the best, easily irritated by too much noise in the morning. He tends to give others dry good mornings, paying more attention to the thoughts running through his head and after a few minutes he finally snaps back to reality. Usually, it's Heavy who can talk to him best.

Sniper

Between the last and the first to wake up since he sleeps outside the base / in his van, it depends on how good his night of sleep was. Starts the day with a strong black coffee, not too much sugar, a slice of bread with butter being a good enough breakfast, and when with patience a fried egg. He gets dressed when he wakes up if he hasn't already slept in his clothes. When he leaves the van, his first hobby, if not seeing the others, is target shooting or watching a program recorded on a cassette tape.

Always looking tired, his social battery is usually very low in the morning and it's even hard to see him out of the van shortly after waking up, but that doesn't stop him from laughing at Scout's jokes or missing the chance to make fun of Spy at the first opportunity that arises.

Spy

He wakes up around 6 am (the first one to wake up) since he likes the silence and his alone time. Usually, he has breakfast, does some kind of exercise or stretching, and gets dressed, staying in his smoking room reading some magazines or books until the others wake up.

His mood starts good when he wakes up, normally calm and with a smile on his face, that is until the others wake up, causing him to revert to his ordinary serious personality.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #ramble #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #long post

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onlyplatonicirl · 8 months

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what is gray looking at :(

i think there are many ways to answer this question, but if you would like my interpretation of what I think 16 year old Gradient is running searches for on his computer it would look like this.

shading techniques

chocolate chip cookie microwave recipe

package of cables delivered to my house i did not order

fortnite free vbucks

how to check for computer viruses

computer hacked

computer not working

guy from Twilight no shirt sex scene edward cutlery

how to delete browsing history

how to kill self

how to not kill self

why is my arm itchy all the time

boobs

why do people like boobs

browser history not deleting

my little pony season 5 analysis

cable shipments into omega timeline

cable shipment route

usbc cord shipment

how to get off watchlist

which ninja turtle am i

stop being depressed life hacks

council

alchemy

ink

error

error alive

error attack

error footage

ink alive

council website

causalities

death count

error attack

breaking news

gradient

error son

paperjam

dream

anger management

medication

sleeping seventeen hours ok

what does bruv mean

feet to meters

how big is montana

error kill count current day

why is my snot yellow

why is my computer not clearing my history

string theory

any way to clear a criminal record

how to fake a death

do i have a crush or am I just unhealthily attached to the first person outside my immediate family who is even vaguely nice to me

what to do when someone keeps having dreams about dying

why are humans so warm all the time

who is foreign council member

who is ashes (council member?)

who is ligma (council member??)

laxatives

difference between whole milk and two percent milk

how to get over the death of a parent

fidget spinners

desert rain frog

freemovies123.com

view search history

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz

zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihgfedcba

bored bored bored bored

how to feel worthwhile

error gore video leak

does free will exist

word for when you drink water without it touching your lips

fortnite meaning british

season 1 of friends

british slang for cigarette

am i being monitored right now

you are the monitor

dinosaur fart animation

#ask lorel #anon #tcoti #gradient sans

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kizzywh · 2 years

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The World Stops (Matty Healy X AFAB Reader)

Warnings: none (just fluff!)

This is my first fanfiction- but requests are open for Matty Healy, and criminal minds.

Will there be a part 2?

Bio: you would never forget your first kiss… and neither will someone else.

1.5k words

Your POV

Seeing The 1975 live had always been a dream of mine. And somehow, I found myself at the front of the barrier, a stroke of luck perhaps? Seeing him in person was a whole new experience. None of the videos I had seen had ever done him justice. He came across as pretentious, overconfident almost, but part of me knew that wasn’t really him.

The set was amazing. The lights, the sound, him. But then it got to Robbers. Matty singing soulfully into the microphone, adoring fans begging silently to receive his kiss. I admit, I was one of them. But I hung back. It was not going to be me, fighting against a sea of people, vying for a second of his time.

“But if you just take off your mask, you’d find out everything's gone wrong...”

But suddenly he is off the stage, almost diving at the barriers, hands reaching for him, screaming, begging for them to be his robbers kiss. then he’s there. In front of me. I don’t reach for him; I know it’s not possible he’s here for me. He’s here for the loud girls, the ones that give him the most attention. but then two soft hands are on my face, I’m being pulled forward, and his lips crash against mine.

The world stops.

Matty’s POV

Robbers is the one the fans go crazy for. Its that one song that they could be the main character, people so desperate for an inch of my attention. I’m happy to give it, I know I look good doing it, and I know many videos will surface tomorrow of those screaming fans. I’ll repeat the same set night after night, and every time, they’re looking for the robbers moment.

“But if you just take off your mask, you’d find out everything's gone wrong...”

I jump off stage, heading for the barrier. Girls screaming, lights flashing, but there’s someone holding back. Almost pulling away from the front. Her (y/hc) is almost glowing in the lights. So, I do something I’ve never done before. I reach for her. I see her face, it’s a face of pure shock. I smile, milking the moment for what its worth, before pulling her forward, and pressing my lips against hers.

The world stops.

Something in my brain flips. Like a jump start. It fizzes in the back of my mind, but I get back on stage and finish the set. Applause, a thank you, and the show is done.

Two months later

I can’t stop thinking about her. I’ve done shows since, and no one like her has ever been at a show again. I’d never felt that feeling before. I don’t know if I’ll feel it again. Ross taps my shoulder, repeating something that he’s already said, “you alright mate?” he says again, looking visibly concerned. Nodding, I go back to scrolling through Instagram, trying to find more footage from that night. Something about her…

Your POV

Since that night, my heart beats faster at the sight of him on TikTok. I can barely focus. He was my first kiss. Matty Healy. The boy I’d loved irrevocably since I was thirteen. Staring back at myself in the mirror, I reach to touch my own reflection, barely recognising it. How had something so little, something he won’t even remember, have affected me so badly?

I tread quietly, heading to the kitchen, the dull tick of the clock, and a slow buzz as the kettle heats up, are the only sounds. I log in to Instagram, and there he is. Kissing me. I look visibly shaken in the photo, the comments are full of people desperate to know who I am, how I feel, and I almost laugh. I barely know myself.

But then I do something brave, something I’d never have done in the past. I type: “that was me.,” and close my phone, hot tears threatening to spill from my eyes, all for a boy who doesn’t know I exist.

Matty’s POV

“That was me” - @stolenpetals

Something jolts within me. could it be? Was it someone pretending to be her? Twisting a curl of hair, I click on the profile. I don’t know why. It can’t be.

But it is.

Her glowing hair, a smile that seems barely there. Another post now, a lyric from Somebody Else this time, with a cup of coffee in a porcelain mug, in a coffee shop in... wait. Manchester? I know this one. I scroll further, noticing every Friday the same coffee, different mug, appears on her profile. It seems ritualistic, a simple pleasure she enjoys. A sudden pang of longing fills me. why? What is it about her?

I have to find her.

Your POV

Another Friday, the same coffee shop. My favourite. The staff know me by name, the deep burgundy walls being cast into a glow by lamps, my cosy chair in the corner, with another opposite, that always remained empty. Ordering my usual (oat milk latte, two sugars), I sit down. Another rainy day in Manchester, the rain seems to pound the windows. Looking out, I see people scurrying under umbrellas, carrying briefcases, no doubt going to work, or to see their family. I barely notice a person sit in the chair opposite me.

Matty’s POV

Its her. She’s staring out of the window; and doesn’t notice me walking in. good, I think to myself. I need to collect my thoughts; I don’t even know if I should be here. Wrapping my grey trench coat around myself, I push the curls out of my eyes, and order a black coffee, waiting at the counter, tapping my foot. Why am I nervous?

Looking around, I am surprised I haven’t been here before. It’s something of a time capsule, the glowing lights on the walls making the room look cosy and inviting, a bleak opposite to the rain pouring outside. Taking the cup of coffee, I slowly walk toward her, sitting in the armchair opposite. She doesn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in her own thoughts. I take a deep breath, and say “hello.,” it comes out weak, shy, an unusual feeling for me to experience, but it’s her.

Your POV

a voice grabbing me from my reverie. Someone is sat in the armchair opposite, wearing a grey trench coat, and he sounds nervous. Looking up, I see a tall, skinny man, with unmistakeable brown curls sticking to his forehead. He’s brushing through them now, before he speaks again. “Hello?” stronger this time, he has something to say.

“…m-Matty...?” I almost whisper, shocked, terrified to be in the presence of this man again. My first kiss.

“y/n.” he mumbles, barely coherent. How does he know my name?

He crosses a long leg over another, biting his lip nervously, before reaching a slender hand towards mine. He takes my hand almost wordlessly, and his touch, although tentative, is electric. Part of me can’t let go of his hand. Looking up into his deep brown eyes, trying to collect my thoughts, his thumb brushes my knuckle, and I can’t think anymore. Looking away, focusing on everything, ANYTHING, before a hand slowly cups my chin, gently making me look at him.

The coffee shop melts away. In this moment, it is just me, and Matty. He looks deep into my eyes, searching, for permission maybe? Before softly, he brushes his lips against mine.

I feel it.

Matty’s POV

I don’t know why I want to kiss her again. Is it wrong? She’s staring off into the distance, and I’m emboldened. Gently, tilting her chin, bringing her back to me, I look her in the eyes. I don’t know what I’m searching for, but I think I find it. I must’ve found it, because suddenly, my lips are on hers again.

I feel it.

She is staring at me now, as I pull away. She grips my hand tight in hers, before whispering, “why me...? out of any of the fans. why me?”

It’s a good question. And one I’ve been asking myself for weeks. But I know the answer. “Because you held back. No one does that for robbers, they all want their robbers moment. But you didn’t. or, at least, you thought you didn’t, but please, tell me you felt it…” I’m almost whispering now, keeping her gaze, “like the world stopped… I’ve kissed so many fans, but before you, and after you, I’ve never felt that feeling. And I don’t think I’ll feel that again. There’s something about you, y/n. and I don’t think I can walk away from this table right now and just pretend I never met you, because somehow, I think, I’m in love with you.”

Your POV

Listening to him talk is like listening to a poet, he’s rambling, barely audible, but I hear him. And softly, squeezing his hand a little, I smile, for the first time in a long time, before saying quietly. “Shall we get out of here...?”

The world starts again.

#matty healy x reader #matty healy #the 1975 #bfiafl #ross macdonald

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j-eryewrites · 2 years

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The Abbey Grange Affair

Part Six of The Arbitrary Lives of the Occupants of 221B Baker Street

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Trigger Warning: Gunshots, Sherlock is Sherlock.

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Life had seemed to die down a bit after the events of the prior weeks, at least 221B’s definition of died down. Sherlock was still Sherlock: shooting his gun whenever his mind grew bored, asking Mrs. Hudson for tea, never keeping the milk in his fridge stocked, etc. However, there was a new addition to the lives of the occupants of 221B Baker Street. After the events of A Study in Pink, the name John gave the case, Y/N had become a more frequent visitor to her upstairs neighbour’s apartment keeping John company when he wrote his blogs while she searched for a job. John wished he could do something to help Y/N with her current occupational situation. It was not long ago when, he too, had been out of a job.

Speaking of his Y/N and his flatmate, they seemed to be getting along. Although Sherlock and Y/N were no longer at each other’s throats and only really barely speaking in passing, John called it an improvement. At least his fear of having to call Greg one night after Sherlock said the wrong insensitive thing to Y/N decreased.

The days had grown shorter and colder. Cases appeared to die down a bit. It seemed as if the criminals hated the cold nights too much and would prefer to stay nice and warm indoors. This occurrence left Sherlock in a dangerous position. With no cases to occupy his mind, he grew bored–dangerously bored. As John typed away at his blog, the occasional yelling of “Bored!” could be heard coming from Sherlock’s mouth. Seconds later the sound of his gun would fire and the poor walls that held up their home would become a little more damaged. After the third shout of boredom from Sherlock, John had enough. He would prefer if the walls did not crumble down on top of him. Marching out of his room he came to a stop in front of Sherlock.

“Would you stop that?!” John practically yelled at the man. Getting a good look at Sherlock, he began noticing his friend’sdishevelled state. Sherlock’s usually well-kept head of dark curls was a pigsty. He was wearing the same outfit he had been wearing for the past three days: a wrinkly blue button-up shirt with a few buttons opened at the top and dark trousers that looked as if to be stained by the tea that used to occupy the various cups placed next to him. Sherlock looked up at John with a hint of disdain as if John had asked him to do the impossible.

“Find me a case, John,” replied Sherlock.

John sighed rubbing his forehead, “Have you called Greg?”

“They don’t have a case for me.”

“Have you checked your emails, Sherlock?”

“The battery ran out.”

Exasperated John looked at Sherlock. Sometimes it felt like he was babysitting his friend. “Well then charge it. You have a charger for a reason, Sherlock.” John folded his arms are looked at Sherlock expectantly and Sherlock made no move to charge his computer. John then took it upon himself to charge his flatmate’s computer.

Once John’s back turned, Sherlock lifted up the gun and yelled the same warning words, “Bored!” and fired. John practically jumped out of his skin.

“Right, that’s it. I’m calling Y/N.”

“You wouldn’t,” grumbled Sherlock as John took the gun from his hands. John felt a bit bad for calling on Y/N, but she seemed to be the only one who could keep Sherlock from further destroying their flat out of boredom.

“I already called Mrs. Hudson and that did nothing. So yes. I am calling Y/N,” sternly said, John. He gave Sherlock one more disapproving look at pulled out his phone calling Y/N.

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Finally, she arrived at her destination. In the windows of the building, Y/N glanced over her appearance: Hair dishevelled, shirt slightly untucked, shoes untied. To say the least she looked like a mess. She frantically tucked in her shirt and tied her shoes, her hair would have to wait. Even so, wasn’t messy hair “in” these days? Collecting her breath and standing taller, she entered the building.

Y/N walked up to the front desk where a nice-looking woman sat. She had bright red hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin was adorned with freckles. “Hello,” introduced Y/N, “I’m here for an interview.” The woman looked up at Y/N. “The temp job.”

The woman’s eyes crinkled in the corners, “Right, of course, it’s on the third floor, and the sixth door is on the right. You can’t miss it.”

Smiling back at her, Y/N glanced around the room. Looking down and fixing her shirt again.

“Nervous?” The woman asked.

“Definitely. It’s been a while since my last interview.” Y/N said.

“Well…good luck.” The woman replied.

Nodding her head, Y/N headed off to the elevators. She turned and waved the nice lady at the desk goodbye. Which was not at all reciprocated. So Y/N awkwardly brought the risen hand into her hair.

Pushing the required buttons, she was in the elevator and on her way up to the third floor. In her head, she repeated the instructions that the lady gave her.

Immediately when the doors of the pristine steel elevator opened up, Y/N took in the sight of fifteen other people, maybe more, who were waiting for something. All of them contained a similar yellow file that Y/N carried in her right hand. Expect their files were not crinkled and torn along the edges. Finding an empty seat, Y/N sat down and began to look through her papers. My references are great, so is my resume. Why am I so god damn nervous?

Her train of thought was broken by the voice of an older man. “Y/N L/N?”

“That’s me,” she croaked.

“You’re up.” He said.

She got up from her seat and followed the man through the sixth door on the right. Her palms are sweaty as they held the yellow file. Taking a deep breath she sat down in the chair designated by the elder man. He took his seat behind the mahogany desk, bringing his hands to fold just below his chin. Similar to how a certain neighbour of hers would do when he was in deep thought. The man cleared his throat and the interview began.

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The clinking of the silver spoon against the tea cup was all Y/N could hear as her thoughts ran wild. Did I say the right things? What if I’m not good enough? No never mind, what if they think I’m too qualified for the job? She was so lost in thought that she didn’t see a familiar man walk up to her. It was only when he began to speak that his Irish accent brought Y/N out of her nervous state.

“Mind if I sit here?” He looked around the cafe. “There are no other chairs around.” He chuckles.

Looking up, Y/N replies, “Oh, of course.”Gratefully the man sits down, placing his tea in front of him. His chocolate brown eyes look back up at her and a tinge of familiarity reaches her. “Do I know you?” She asked.

The man only smiled and stirred his tea. “Maybe, I know lots of people. I’m…” He began to say.

“Wait. You’re Jim. From the airport?” She puzzles. “Please tell me I’m right, I would be so embarrassed if it wasn’t you.”

The man paused for a minute as a slight smile crept on his face. Then he let out a chuckle, “That’s me. Oh!” as if he had a revelation, “You’re…” snapping his fingers trying to remember, “Y/N.”

“Right! That’s me.” She grinned. “How…How have you been?”

“Great.” He elongated as another chuckle left his mouth. His eyes look into Y/N’s.

“Isn’t life always,” Y/N said as she rolled her eyes.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “Funny running into you here.” She said. Y/N glanced down picking up her tea to drink it.

“You know,” Jim began as he leaned slightly closer to Y/N looking up at her as he carefully sipped his tea. ”I was just thinking about the beautiful girl I met at the airport and how much I would like to take her out for dinner one night.” He paused. “If that’s alright with her.”

Y/N bit her lip and a pink tint flooded her cheeks. “You know, what’s funny?” He nods in response. “I was also thinking about a guy I had met at the airport. And how I possibly would go out to dinner with him.”

Jim’s head tilted to the right in curiosity, “Possibly?”

Y/N chuckles, leaning in closer to Jim his clean, pine-like scent filled her nose. “Ya.” She replied. “You see, I don’t have his number.” She pulled out her phone motioning for Jim to take it and type in his number.

Jim’s smile only grew brighter as he grabbed the phone delicately from Y/N’s hand, causing their fingers to lightly brush against each other. A few seconds later, the phone was back in Y/N’s hand and the screen was filled with the contact information for Jim.

“Thank you,” said Y/N.

“Not a problem,” Jim responded, but before he could respond Y/N’s phone began to ring and John’s name popped up on her phone.

Sighing, she looked up at Jim, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

Jim raised his hands motioning her to take the call. “It’s alright.”

Answering the phone, Y/N was met with John’s voice. “Y/N, he’s at it again.”

“John, I don’t understand why you are calling me for this. Plus, I’m busy right now.” She replied as she looked back over at Jim.

She could practically hear John rubbing his forehead with stress lines caused by Sherlock. “Please, Y/N. For some reason, he isn’t bored when he’s with you. Not that you two really do much. Just…He’s shooting the walls and I would rather not die because a ceiling collapsed on my head.”

Slightly grumbling to herself, Y/N reluctantly agrees, “Fine! I’ll be there in a little bit.” John did a little cheer. “But! John, you owe me one. Also, don’t let Sherlock accidentally do something stupid before I get there okay?” At the mention of Sherlock, Jim’s smile began to falter, but it quickly was replaced when Y/N looked back at him again. John agreed to do his best and the call ended.

“Jim, I’m…I’ve got to go. But I would still love to go to dinner.” Y/N explained.

Jim nodded, “I understand, and I’ll text you about dinner.” He glanced up at the woman as she gathered her things.

“But I have your number.” She responded.

“I know, I just messaged myself with it, so I have your number.” He winked.

Having all her stuff gathered and the pinkness in her cheeks never faltering, she took one last glance at Jim before she was out the door and on her way to 221 B Baker Street. Leaving many empty taxis along the side of the road waiting for passengers as she strode home.

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Sherlock’s back got a little bit straighter as he heard the familiar footsteps of the occupant downstairs. Specifically, the way wood creaked underneath her feet as she got closer and closer to 221B. Sherlock heard the footsteps stop just outside the door. He smirked as he thought of Y/N preparing herself to enter, preparing her mind for what experiment, the state Sherlock, or the apartment would be in. Anything could be possible after John’s ominous call. Slowly the doorknob turned, and the sight of a dishevelled woman stood before him. Her hair was widely out of place as if the wind decided to take its turn to dance with it. Her shirt was untucked and the button at the top was loose. Her cheeks were flushed like when she would come back to her flat after she went for a run.

Sherlock fully expected a short hello from the woman, but he was utterly surprised when the word you left her mouth in a scornful tone. Her eyes narrowed at Sherlock, and he couldn’t help the gulp he made. Sherlock wasn’t afraid to admit that Y/N scared him. Although he would never admit it out loud.

“You!” Y/N said again her voice raising slightly and she pointed a finger at Sherlock. Before she could say anything more, John appeared and began to explain the situation to her. Her E/C eyes glanced over Sherlock as John ranted about how Sherlock was going to be the death of him. Sherlock continued to sit tall in his chair observing the conversation. After hearing enough, Y/N took a deep breath and began to approach the detective. Her legs came to a stop right in front of Sherlock, so that he had to look up at her.

“I’m only going to say this once, so you better listen Sherly.” Sherlock’s nose crinkled at the sound of that nickname. It was the one his mother called him by. “You are going to get out of that chair. You are going to take a shower and clean yourself up. Then you will come out and eat something before taking a nap.” Y/N’s hands moved to her hips as Sherlock opened his mouth to retort but she cut him off. “Look, my aunt is your landlord yet you treat her like a maid. John is your flatmate yet you view him as inferior, otherwise, you wouldn’t disrespect him. I’m your neighbour and I should not have to feel like I have to babysit you. Hell, I should be getting paid for this.” She chuckled to herself lightly and then her eyes met Sherlocks, “If you are at all a good person, you will do as I say and take care of yourself and show John and Mrs. Hudson some respect. I don’t care if you do the same for me. You saved my life for heaven's sake! But all I ask is that you do that for them.” Sherlock sat there in his chair, his back loosening as he sank under Y/N’s glare. This was the longest she had ever talked to Sherlock since the incident of the Study in Pink. Slowly Sherlock rose from his chair. His head inched higher and higher until he stood taller than Y/N, looking down at her with his glacier-blue eyes. Y/N could feel his breath on her face as they stood close together. John, watching the whole scene, quietly excused himself to the kitchen to make some tea, if he could find some in their battlefield of a kitchen.

Neither, Sherlock nor Y/N budged from their close proximity. After what seemed like an eternity, Sherlock made his way around Y/N, placing his hands on her shoulders, and then headed to the bathroom to wash up as Y/N had commanded earlier. Once the door had closed and the sound of the lock was heard, Y/N let out a sigh and walked over to the kitchen where John was still scavenging for tea.

Looking up at the woman John commented, “You must be a magician or something. I’ve been trying to get him to do that for a few days now.”

A sweet laugh escaped Y/N’s mouth. “Not magic. I can tell you that.”

There was a pregnant pause as John kept looking for the tea. Then a triumphant cheer left his mouth as he held up the tea bags. “Want some tea?” John asked.

“I would love some,” Y/N replied.

As John began to make the tea, Y/N glanced around the room, and to say it was a mess was an understatement. She knew the efforts that John and her aunt went through to make sure that the flat looked like this. Hearing the sound of the shower turning on, Y/N decided to help ease the burden on her friends, plus it would serve as a distraction from the failure of her interview this morning.

Picking up the empty teacups and dishes filled with Sherlock’s experiments that were scattered around the room, John began to observe the woman. From her demeanour, he could tell the interview didn’t go well. Wishing he could do something to help, he turned back to his tea thinking of possible job openings that he knew of. Before he knew it, the tea was done and the flat never looked better. His eyes grew wide as he could finally see the table tops free of scattered papers and unknown sticky substances. It had only been a few minutes, but Y/N had worked her magic.

Smiling John told Y/N that the tea was ready. She lifted her head and smiled at him as she made her way over to the now-cleared counter with the steamy, warm cup of tea waiting for her.

Drinking his own tea, John became some simple conversation. “So, how did the interview go?”

The motion of stirring the tea with her right hand stopped. Her eyes never left the dainty cup with a chipped corner in front of her. “Alright….I didn’t get it.” She sighed. “They said I was too qualified for the job.”

“You’ll find a job, Y/N. Don’t give up hope.” John comforted. “I was in your situation not long ago, but that was until I met Sherlock and he took me on.” He paused, and a bright smile grew across his face. He looked up at Y/N and then at the flat. John thought of how she could get Sherlock to listen. He knew what to do, but first, he had to get consent from a certain consulting detective. That would be the hard part.

“What are you thinking of?” Y/N asked. Her curiosity peaked due to John’s expression.

Toning down his smile, he glanced at Y/N, replying, “Oh nothing, just an idea.”

“Okay…” speculated Y/N. “Well, I’m going downstairs to grab some food for Sherlock. I’ll be back.” And with that, she was gone. Her footsteps receded down the stairs.

John’s head snapped towards the sound of the bathroom door opening. Out emerged steam and a tall consulting detective. His curly hair was damp and sticking to his forehead. He wore a clean dark purple button-up and a new pair of trousers that were stain free. Without saying a word, he strutted towards the kitchen and poured himself some tea. John picked up his cup and leaned against the counter, slightly humming to himself.

Sherlock inquired, “Where’s Y/N.”

“Oh, she just popped downstairs to get some food.” John chirped.

Sherlock only nodded his head. “Spill it,” demanded Sherlock.

John gave Sherlock a puzzling look. “Spill what?”

Sherlock sighed looking up from his tea, the dark bags underneath his eyes ever so present. “You only are this cheerful when you get an idea or want something from me. Spill it.”

Placing down his tea, John leaned towards Sherlock and in a hushed tone began, “You should hire Y/N as your assistant.”

It had looked as if Sherlock had been told he could never work on another case again. “No.” Sherlock concluded.

“Sherlock,” John huffed, “Look at the state of our flat.”

Sherlock glanced around and then shrugged. “Nothing new.”

“Well, I” motioning to himself, “I can see the tables and finally find things in the kitchen.” Sherlock continued to drink his tea unamused. “Sherlock, you listen to her.” The man before John began to glare at him. “Just hire her to help keep up the flat, make sure that you are taking care of yourself, and heck you could even have her help you find cases! That poor woman has been looking for a job since she got here. She refuses to ever ride in a cab because of the incident you roped her into.” John looked at Sherlock, his facial expression never wavering. “You still haven’t apologized. If you say yes. I’ll count this as the apology you never gave her.”

Now that had caught Sherlock’s attention. The promise of an apology–a sincere apology forever loomed above his head. Along with the guilt of placing her in the hands of a serial killer. “Fine” he grumbled so quietly that John thought he had dreamt it.

“What? I couldn’t hear you.” John said.

“Yes!” Snivelled Sherlock, “We can hire Y/N as our assistant.”

John made a triumphant sound as the door to their flat opened with the figure of their neighbour. In her hands, she carried food for Sherlock to eat. Placing the plate before Sherlock and commanding that he eat it all, she picked up her tea and began to drink it.

John looked over at Sherlock who was reluctantly stuffing his face with the dinner Y/N had made him. Clearing his throat, “Y/N.” Her head turned towards him. “Sherlock and I were just discussing, and he would like to hire you as his assistant if you are interested.” John proposed.

Y/N’s eyes widen at the proposal. In disbelief, she began cracking up. “You…You want to hire me?”

John was about to reply when Sherlock beat him to it. “Yes. Is the thought of that so absurd?”

Calming down, Y/N turned towards Sherlock. “No, it’s not.” Taking a pause, she continued. “Would being your assistant entail?”

This time John beat Sherlock to the punch. “You would help keep the flat in a decent state, make sure Sherlock eats and takes care of himself, find cases, and organizes things. Mainly assistant things.” Y/N nodded her head. It didn’t sound too bad.

“You would also accompany me on cases,” Sherlock stated.

It seemed as if Y/N froze. The last time she was dragged–carried along to Sherlock’s case she ended up in the hands of a serial killer. But she needed the money and the job. Hesitantly she replied, “Alright.” Her voice was even and calm, but Sherlock knew better.

“You’ll be safe. I promise.” Assured Sherlock. Y/N’s eyes met Sherlock’s. The setting sun crept through the window hitting his eyes at just the right angle making them shimmer.

“Okay,” She whispered.

With business settled, John headed to bed leaving Sherlock and Y/N by themselves. A silence fell over them–an understanding. Sherlock had finally finished the meal and rose from his seat to take care of the dishes, passing Y/N along the way. As he turned on the faucet and began washing his dishes from behind him, he heard Y/N ask, “What got you to say yes to John?”

Smirking he retorted, “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Sherlock.” Y/N asserted.

The plate made a clinking noise as Sherlock placed it on the drying rack to dry. “I still hadn’t apologized.”

A pregnant silence fell over the two. Sherlock placed his hand on the counter, his back still turned to the woman. The sound of a chair scraping the floor was made and in the corner of his eye, he saw her hand carefully place her used teacup in the sink. Her figure headed to the door but before she left the words that would ease Sherlock’s consciousness.

“Apology accepted.”

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The sun was shining through the dark treetops. Underneath their dancing branches, two young children began running. Their laughter filled the silent woods. The young boy’s pace began to pick up as he leapt over roots and fallen branches. The girl behind him began to lose her footing. Suddenly the sound of crunching leaves could be heard alongside a high-pitched groan causing the boy to halt in his steps.

He quickly turned around and ran back towards the girl. Her hair covered her face as she rose from the ground into a sitting position. She winced in pain as she brought her knee to her chest. The boy came to a stop beside her.

“Are you alright?” He concernedly asked.

“No..” cried the girl. “I think I did something to my leg.

The boy glanced at her leg and found a scrape. The wound was fresh and covered with the dirt of the ground. “It looks like a scrape.”

The girl began to whimper. “Are we gonna make it in time, James?”

“Of course, we will,” James confirmed. “I promised you a meteor shower, Starburst.”

“You’ve got to stop calling me that,” chuckled the girl.

James dramatically gasped. “Whatever for, Starburst?” Carefully, he helped her to her feet, and together they walked towards their destination.

James turned towards the girl and began uttering her name. “Y/N.” She looked at the boy. “Y/N, wake up.” She raised her eyebrows. “Wake up!”

Awaking with a start, her eyes began to adjust to the darkness of her room. Above her stood two figures, one tall and lean and the other much shorter. The fuzz began to fade, and their images became much clearer.

“Sherlock? John?” Y/N groaned. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t look at me” replied John. Her eyes moved from John to Sherlock.

Sherlock straightened his coat, leaning towards the woman. “Get ready to go, Y/N.”

Sitting up she looked at Sherlock. “Why?” She asked as she rubbed away the sleep from her eyes.

“The Game is afoot,” beamed Sherlock, his eyes alight with a gleaming blue fire.

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This is the first part of the Abbey Grange chapter that I have adapted. Let me know what you guys think! Also, if there are any specific Sherlock stories you would like to see adapted for this fanfic let me know! Happy New Year everyone!!

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Since requests are open and you like BTS and Chucky, I'd like a yandere story where both Charles Lee Ray (both in human and doll form) and Suga like this one girl, but neither can have her, coz she doesn't know they love her. They (both Chucky and Suga) don't know each other, really. But when Chucky's in his doll form, he finds out Suga loves the same girl, too. So he decides to transfer his soul from doll to human using him. At the end, both get the girl. I hope this is OK with your rules.

Yes hon this is okey, I'm sorry if this is late and not what u wanted.

Lover boys

Part 1

Warning(s) : yandere, cussing because its chucky!, dark magic. (if I missed any let me know!)

Her eyes fluttered open, she shut her alarm and went to go take a shower. After she went to go make breakfast, she felt as if she was being watched. Nevermind that she went on with her day, when she walked outside she looked behind her from time to time but no one suspicious in sight.

Her dog came running to her scaring the crap out of her. "Jesus, mushu don't do that." She giggled and picked him up to cuddle. "I have to go to the store mushu I'll be right back okey lil guy" he sat down beside the door and she opened it for the dog. He waddled in happily she smiled at the dog then closed the door. Walking to the car and getting in to go to the store.

When she got there she went in and grabbed a cart. "I need milk." She went towards the dairy aisle. (idk I'm Dutch)

0% fat milk or normal milk? The girl pondered about it. She decided to take the normal milk, she put the milk in her cart and walked backwards into someone. "oh I'm sorry... Sir" she apologised the man turned around and smiled at her. "no worries Y/N" she smiled at him as he walked away and she went to the cashier after she has everything. While waiting in line she realised something. He knew her name. She didn't tell him, she looked around and didn't see him anymore. Freaked out she paid her groceries and quickly walked back home. She arrived and there was a package in front of her door. She unlocked her front door and pulled the package inside the house.

She put the groceries into the fridge and opened the package to find a doll inside it? She didn't order this, he looked kind of creepy but she likes creepy. "good guy doll huh? Didn't they stop selling those because of a criminal?" she said to no one. she shrugged it off and trashed the box leaving the doll on the kitchen island.

Hungry she heated up some food for her and poured mushu some food and water. *𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑝...𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑝..𝑏𝑒-*

The beeping stopped when she opened the microwave, taking the food out and placing it on the table she ate her food.

Part 2

How did you like it so far?

I am terribly sorry for how long this took me.

I have had this in my inbox for 3 maybe 4 years 😔 I am ashamed of myself.

Next part will be up soon

#chucky x reader #suga x reader #min yoongi x reader #Charles Lee Ray x reader #Yandere #yandere yoongi #Yandere chucky #slasher x reader #bts x reader #child's play

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the-real-peter-parker · 2 years

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you got any headcanons about the bat fam? I would love to hear

Embarrassed to say I giggled when I saw this ask. kicking my legs, twiddling my thumbs, you don’t know how happy I am to get asks again

Jason drinks black coffee but he secretly loves his 90% milk 50% sugar 3% coffee drinks. Don’t do the math. I’m right.

I think when he was still a criminal overlord he had to whisper his order off to some dude at the bottom of the ladder so if they try to gossip, no one would believe him. Also, murder

Tim tries giving him sugary coffee one day to fuck with him but Jason actually looks HAPPY and Tim knew he fucked up. Dick knows Jason and he gets him his caramel frappe with 5 pumps of French vanilla birthday cake sprinkles meth idk I don’t order drinks like that

Tim likes to snuggle when he sleeps, but he also has Bat Training™️ so if he wakes up he will smack the shit out of anyone. This includes the plushies he snuggles. Nothing happens to them, however all his s/o’s

Dick may be a grown ass man but if you put him on the playground, he is not responsible for your child. He might be the parent friend and one of the best options for a babysitter out of anyone in the batfam, but once he catches sight of the jungle gym, no one, not even God, can stop him.

Duke definitely fucks with everyone if anything mildly inconveniences him. Something out of place in his room? Racism! An accidental nudge when someone passes him? Racism! The only person genuinely concerned with their actions is Jason.

Tim does the same thing but with queerphobia. Jason baits him on purpose.

When someone drinks water around Duke when he’s wearing his suit, he will, every time without fail, ask them if they need any light to photosynthesise. Everybody hates him for it.

In order of people who spook others the most: Cass, Damian, Tim. Cass will enter any room and scare the life out of anyone, not intentional. Damian is a little gremlin child. I would be scared to deal with an ankle-biter like him. You can open a door and he’ll just be standing there with his scowl on his face. Scaring is not completely intentional, but he does want to intimidate. Tim sits too quietly. He’s so used to being on electronics that he will not move when he sits. Completely intentional. He loves watching the blood run out.

Damian does bite. It’s rare, but he’ll fucking do it. Your chances of getting bit by Robin is higher than by a cat as a Gothamite. Robin is responsible for multiple human-bites-human cases. He breaks the law for a living. What’s another one? And yes this is based on NYC stats. I live here I’m allowed

#asks #i hope this ruined your day and your timeline <3 #it took me forever to think of these and type these up #i should include more of the women but admittedly I don’t know enough about them. cass is however #i will now return to my regular activities: doing absolutely nothing #actually I’m watching clone wars and it’s a lot of fun #dc comics #dc headcanons #batfam #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #duke thomas #tw racism mention #it’s for a joke and I’m not white okay #anon

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fivepointpalettes · 2 years

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Pallets like this v

With long names and such!

My sincerest apologies for how long it took to compile this list. I tried to pick out the ones which were either significantly longer, or were... particular, one way or another, for lack of a better word. I tried to avoid song lyrics and such, but with some of them I couldn't help myself.

Hope you find these sufficient!

Looking through my older posts, this type of longer caption was a relatively recent development, but I nonetheless tried to pick ones that might work for you! I originally tried to sort them by topic, but there were so many... you can probably guess the point at which I have given up. I’m sorry. There were just so many.

Sorry I didn’t Realize People Like You Have Feelings

She Was A Girl He Was A Traffic Cone

You Must Have Real Self Confidence Mortal To Attempt Flirting With Something All Holy

Just Friends But We Kiss Sometimes

Let Your Tender Hands Rip Me Apart

Let Me Be Your Unreliable Narrator, Baby!

Focus On Me (Ignore The Blood)

I See You Everywhere See You Everywhere See You Everywhere

Prove That You Love Me And Reanimate Me

Stand Still As The Darkness Grows Roots In Your Mind

The Lack Of Self Esteem I’ve Felt Since I Learned How To Read Or Write

Not Great With People But Pretty Good With Milk

Lost In Your Eyes Never To Be Found

I Saw The End Of The World In Your Eyes

I Touch You And My Hands Burn My Hands Burn My Hands Burn (What Have You Done)

What Are You Doing In My House / Now Now I Don’t Usually Make It A Habit To - Stop Yelling - Break Into People’s Homes But As You Can See Sometimes I Do

Well First Of All I Am Positive What You Did Is A Criminal Offense / And Second Of All Why Didn’t You Invite Me

Once Again I Am Forced To Ask What In The World Did You Bring Into Our Home / What Do You Mean What Did I Bring It’s Very Clearly A Radioactive Waste Barrel Don’t Pretend You Don’t Know That

What’s A Little Murder Between Friends

Hey Quick Question Are We Really About To Commit Arson?

Does This Taste Expired To You Too?

It’s Even Smaller On The Inside If You Can Believe That

Only One Thing In This Room Is Edible And Good Luck Figuring Out Which One It Is

Your House Has No Anomalies But I’m Reporting You For Bad Taste In Art

I Think I Know What A Rat Looks Like

How Many Rains Will It Take Before The Ceiling Starts Leaking

I’m Sorry I Chewed Through Your Walls But You Must Understand I’m Calcium Deficient

Please Be Mindful Of The Evil Yoghurt Demon In The Freezer

Who Put Strawberries In The Bathtub

Who Put Strawberries In The Bathtub Again

This Is The Third Time Someone Put Strawberries In The Bathtub Who Keeps Doing This Please Stop

Of All The Things You Could Be Doing Why Are You Romancing Soda Cans

Soda Cans Are Great I Love Accidentally Spilling Liquid On Myself

It’s Not A Good Cake But It’s Not A Bad Cake Either (As Still It Is Cake)

Scallops Reside Where My Brain Should Be

Date A Girl Who’s Secretly A 20 Meter Long Man-Eating Centipede

Being In Love And How It Sucks Sometimes

Wish We Could Go Out For Coffee But You Hate Me And I Hate Coffee

Do You Remember When You Told Me That You Love Me When You Told Me That You Love Me When You Told Me That You

I Loved You I Did So How Did We End Up Like This

This Will Hurt You More Than It’ll Hurt Me - And That’s Okay!

I Need You To Understand That I Really Do Want What’s Best For You - And That Simply Isn’t Me

Father I Do Not Wish To Consume The Cough Syrup

The Doctor Tried To Check My Heartbeat Only To Find Out I Don’t Have One

American Girls Scare Me

I’m Always At Least A Little Bit Scared Hopeless And Frustrated

The Annoying Whisper In The Back Of Your Head

The Shadow Out The Corner Of Your Eye

Can You Help Me Find What’s Wrong With Me

Too Old To Die Young And Too Young To Just Die

Plunge Head-First Into A Worldwide Panic Attack

Unexplainable Excruciating Pain That Started Suddenly And Will Never Go Away

Wasting Your Life Feeling Like An Underperforming Tool In Someone Else’s Hands

An Unhealthy Relationship With One’s Own Identity

Men Like Us Aren’t Supposed To Feel These Things

Men Like Us Die Alone Because We Think We Deserve It

My Body Is A Craft Store

My Lungs Are Full Of Ink

The Tall Faceless Lad Out The Corner Of My Eye Who Watches Me Sleep While Pointing At The Door

Peeling An Apple Just To Eat The Skin

Biting Into A Rubber Ball Like An Apple While Maintaining Full Eye Contact

For Sale A Set Of Gold Teeth Never Used

I’m Just A Normal Functioning Member Of The Human Race And There Is No Way Anyone Can Prove Otherwise

Visual Representation Of The Sound A Rainbow Makes

The Man Whose Hands Are Always Covered In Melted Butter

The Girl In A Blue Dress That Lives In Every Village Ever

The Boy With A Mouthful Of Chalk

I’m A Weirdo Who Likes To Eat Chalk

The Magical Princess’s Strawberry-Scented Battle Axe Of Infinite Bloodshed

Although You Are Yeay Smsll And Your Kind Have Existed In The Universe For Only A Shore Tihe You Are An Inportant Part Of Sohething Yery Large And Very Bcavtiful

A Friend Is Someone Who Belieuse In Gon Euen When Gon'ue Ceased To Belieue In Gonrseif

How To Completely Disapp8ar Be Found And Never

Your Smile Toasty As Yarm As Spiver

My Face When Face When My F When Facle The Fwhen Thface Mey Face Face When My

The Breathing Part Of Who Knew By The Correspondents

Can You Imagine If Los Angeles Was A Real City

Tower Cranes Are My Favourite Animal

When I Was A Small Child I Held An Iguana Once

Ed Sheeran Is My Enemy He Looks Like A Hot Dog

I Hate Citations Why Can’t You Just Trust Me

A Classmate Of Mine Once Borrowed One Of My Pens And Then Decided It Was Such A Good Pen He’s Just Gonna Keep It

Sconce Doesn’t Sound Like A Word To Me But It Is One

Spells Mom With An O To Confuse People Trying To Guess My Nationality

The Parasocial Relationship I Have Formed With The Duolingo Cast

Sorry That Your Rant About How The Game I Like Ruined The Whole Series Forever Didn’t Make Me Like It Any Less

For The Longest Time I Was Convinced That Pocky Was A Wooden Stick Covered In Chocolate And People Were Eating It Purely For The Anime Aesthetic

My Girlfriend Said I Eat Corn Weird Which Now That I Think About It Would Explain Why I’m Consistently Covered In Butter

Wishing To Rant About Fanfiction But Not Wanting To Show How Much Of A Nerd You Secretely Are

The Eye Lips Eye Emoji Face Fills Me With Unbridled Rage

When I Was A Child I Was Afraid Of Eating Mars Bars / Because I Thought They Had Fish Food In Them

The Frankly Terrifying Clip Art I Found When I Googled Champignons

Doctors Say You Need A Consistent Amount Of Sleep To Be Healthy So I Consistently Sleep For 4 Hours A Night

Whether You Qualify As A Beach Or Not Depends On The Amount Of Sand You Have Consumed In A Lifetime

Only The Floor Candy Can Sustain Me

I Am Irrationally Afraid Of Paper And Plastic

Tainted Love But The Clapping Is Replaced With The Law & Order Sound Effect

Softer Cleaner And Fresher Clothes For The Low Cost Of Your Firstborn Child

What Will It Take For You To Give Up Your Humanity And Become One With The Night

The Price Of Wisdom Is Bad Grammar

The Eternal Dance Set To The Sweet Melody Of My Out-Of-Tune Guitar

Been Hiding From Myself Since The Last Time I Died

Don’t Aspire To Be Average You Can Go So Much Lower

My Heart Was Stolen By A Blue-Haired Angel With Piercing Eyes And A Penchant For Singing

Lonely Sewer Cryptid Looking For Love

With All Due Respect Sir This Is A Plum

You Call It Birth I Call It Escapism

Falling In Reverse Just Means Getting Up

The Privilege Of Being Born Somebody Else

The Act Of Balancing A Bottle Of Juice On Your Head

My Favourite Ride In The Theme Park Is A Bench

They Stole My Blood Today

Me And My Lungs Love You

On The Outside I May Look Like A Regular Man But On The Inside I’m A Japanese Spider Crab

My Head Is Full Of Froyo

Seychelles Flag But The Colours Are Out Of Order And Now Also Inverted

Slam-Dunking A Toaster

Chugging A Bottle Of Body Wash

Grandma Stop Touching The Stove \ No Need To Confirm It’s Not On

I Found God Inside An Apple Core

Some Days I’m Afraid I Will Cut My Eyes By The Sight Of Glass Shards

Look At Her Go Biting Everyone Who Comes Near Her Like A Champ

I Apologize If You Found Finding This Place Difficult But You Must Understand I Am Currently Evading Detection And Arrest For Crimes Undisclosed

God’s Gift To Women (Promptly Returned)

Getting Hunted For Sport With Your Good Friend Bates

So Good At Sleeping I Could Do It With My Eyes Closed

Your Teeth (Hand Them Over)

An Overemotional State Projected Upon The Unsuspecting Public

What If You Could Glow In The Dark

You’re As Beautiful As The Light Reflecting Off The Teeth Of The Moon

Why Are You Sleeping In The Algae Pond

Write Your Love In The Blood Coursing Through My Veins

Please Relieve Me Of The Dreams Plaguing My Every Waking Moment

And If You Thought It Was A Threat It Might Have Been

Find Yourself In The Patterns On The Wall

The Horrifying Ordeal Of Having Loud Neighbours

Putting On A Show To Seem Alive / When I Don’t Feel Alive

Time Has Stopped Passing A Long Time Ago

Once Again A Cold Rainy Winter Gives Way To A Cold Rainy Spring

Here’s Cheers To The Man Who Stole My Heart Away

Please Stop Eating Bugs It’s Weird

You Made Me The Villain Of Your Story Darling Now Own Up To It Won’t You

If Someone Tries To Shoot You Simply Tell The Bullet To Leave You Alone

She Drowned Jupiter In Her Martini Glass

The Sort Of Love You Only Feel When Drunk

It’s Past My Bedtime And I’m Thinking Of You

Say The Apples Seem Strange This Year

The Man Who Looked At Me So Sweetly In Soft Flavours Of Deep Beige

Oh Baby Don’t You Know Our Sort Is Locked Out Of Heaven

There’s No ‘You’ In 'My Cup Of Tea'

You Have To Stop Making So Many Enemies

Now We’re Cooking With Lasers

Middle Of The Night Yet You’re Wide Awake Thinking About Waluigi

You Have This Power Inside And It’s Frightening

You And Me And The Aquarium Between Us

I Don’t Know What This Is But It’s Not An Avocado

Wish Me Luck Honey (I Couldn’t Ask For More)

All The Things You Did Before You Did Them

You Ought To Stop Eating Spiders It’s Creeping The Guests Out

It Sure Is Wet In Here I’ll Tell You What

I’ve Been Chugging Poison Waiting For The Day You Inevitably Take Me Up On My Offer And Take A Proper Bite Out Of Me

Keep All Body Parts On The Inside Of The Vehicle At All Times As Failure To Comply May Result In Having Them Unwillingly Removed

Drowning In A Coffee Cup (What An Awful Way To Go)

Do The Trees Bite Where You’re From

My Overconfidence Is Astounding And It’s A Surprise I’ve Never Been Killed

I Understand Where You’re Coming From But Where Did You Get The Gun

Have You Found Yourself Or Your Loved Ones Suffering From A Case Of Empty Eyes

We Wouldn’t Be Here If SOMEONE Didn’t Spill Ketchup On The Sheets

Tastes Like Hot Sugar On A Sharp Knife

As You Can Tell By The Yellow Filter We Just Entered Mexico

You’re Telling Me He Died From The Mould? And What Did The Mould Do, Stab Him?

One Of These Beans Tastes Like Cola And The Other Tastes Like Black Mould

Next Time Maybe Don’t Go Into The Forest At Night Hm Buddy? Just A Thought

Well That Was A Little Unnecessarily Brutal Don’t You Think?

Tender Words And Hellish Screams

Too Cool To Sleep At A Reasonable Hour

For A Place Called Silent Hill It Sure Is Horribly Noisy

Smoke’s Water And We’re Water Therefore We Are Bleach

Your Love Tastes Like A Heart Attack

Pixy Stix and Broken Bones

You Smell Like Nonsense With A Hint Of Melancholy

Crying Because Cats Are Cute And Deserve The World

I’m Sick But The Bags Under My Eyes Are Sicker

I Live In A Room With No Windows

I Haven’t Left The House In Months

Don’t Stand So Close To The TV Lest The Static Claims You

Forever Dizzy In This Lonely World

Day 243 The Wall Effigy Started Talking To Me

I’m Not Happy Unless I’m Miserable

Summer Lasts A Week At Best But My Dedication To Sweater Vests Is Eternal So Look Me In The Eye Little Teacup And Melt If It Bothers You So Much

Chicken Nuggets Heat Up Faster On The Higher Shelf Of The Oven Because Of Their Proximity To God

It’s Summer (Hot Weather Turns My People Violent)

You Can’t Just Ask A Guy Why He’s In Love

Seeing The French Everywhere Might Be A Side Effect Of Something And I Have Yet To Find Out What But It Could Be Asbestos

Remember When We Would Stay Up All Night Reading Fanfic On Our Phones

What Do You Know About Being Divine

Couldn’t Believe When You Said You Were A Deity

When I Was A Child I Thought / That The Word Rainbow Had Eight Letters / And That One Of Them Was D

Who Needs Sleep When I Can Just Drop Dead For A Rest

I Don’t Check My Email In Fear Someone Tried To Contact Me Via Email

I Saw A Bumblebee Today And It Was Huge Really Absolutely Massive

Mid-Performance Chainsaw Solo

I Want To Drown In Your Swimming Pool

Feelings Of An Almost Human Nature

Can’t Let It Slip That There’s More To Me Than Little Old I

Manual Therapy For Anxious Hands

A Sense Of Failure Wasting Away And Never Living Up To Your Full Potential Unable To Get Things Done And Putting Everything Off Because You Are Scared Of Progress

He To Whom The Cake’s Dedicated

You’re Quite Pleasant But The Pleasure Is Mine

What Dropping A Large Bag Of Coal On Your Foot Feels Like

I’m One Of Those Annoying People Who Would Rather Use Fifty Commas Than Shorten The Sentence

Seeing The Future In The Tear Stains On Your Cheeks

Do You Ever Feel Crowded In A Lonely Room

I Want To Eat Eggs Whole Shell And All

Adopt Your Enemies To Establish Dominance

I’ve Existed For Thousands Of Years Before Gaining Sentience

You Are A Dream In A Crowd Of Nightmares

Get Your Shoes Off My Bed You Animal

Do Not Invite Me To Your DnD Party Unless You Are Ready To Accept The Consequences

Too Good For Heaven Too Bad For Hell

I’m Not Above Eating Off The Floor

I Distinctly Remember The Time He Stayed With Us

I Know I May Look Like A Real Person But I Am Actually Not A Real Person At All

When It Comes To Near Death Experiences I’m An Expert

Your Skin Smells Like The Last Days Of Summer

I Never Learned How To Write

God Wouldn’t Have Wanted This / But This Isn’t About God / It’s About Our New Dish Soap / Now Available In Supermarkets Near You

Do You Remember Your First Time Tasting Water

You Know How Sometimes An Unwanted Guest Comes Over And You Do All You Can To Make Them Leave While Remaining Polite

Fizzy Brained Children Are So Troublesome

I Forgot What The Antagonist Of Legend Of Zelda Was Called And For A Good Moment Thought It Was Gandalf

You’re The First Descendant In A Line Of Workaholics Utterly Convinced Your Willingness To Sacrifice Your Own Health Determines Your Worth As A Human Being And Promptly Working Yourself To Death To Provide Unto Others What You Never Had A Chance To Understand You Deserved Yourself

I Am The Mirror In Which You Can See All The Evil In The World

So Far Throughout My Life I Got Mildly Electrocuted On Three Separate Occasions

Asking My DM Friend To Put A Light-Emitting Crab In Our Game

Leaving The Fridge At 3 In The Morning

Pepsi Makes My Teeth Go Numb

Peach Yoghurt Tastes Better With Whipped Cream

Thinking About Him (The Enlightened Prophet)

There’s A Strange Man Hiding In The Fruit Aisle

My Brain Operates On Frequencies You’ve Never Even Heard Of

The Curious Desire For Overwhelmingly Vivid Symmetry

My Computer Chair Broke So Now I’m Stuck Here Leaning To The Right

People Ask Me How I Manage To Think Of You Everyday And To Be Completely Honest I Never Know What To Say Because It Feels So Natural

Pepsi Running Through My Veins

What Flavour Is Your Mind

Sorry My Dad Said I Can’t Join Your Cult Today For I’m Grounded

Squirrels Ate My Will To Live

Being Told I’m Allowed To Make My Final Class Project About Any Topic I Want Awakens A Demon Inside Me That Makes Me Subject My Classmates To Only The Finest Of My Obscure Interests

Standing In Front Of Me She Quickly Undressed Confessing Her Desire To Cause Me Physical Harm And Needless To Say I Was Baffled But Nonetheless Intrigued

You Love Them Now You’ll Hate Them Later

The Only Thing Greater Than My Ego Is My Impostor Syndrome

Don’t Try To Tell Me How I’m Supposed To Breathe

Why Is There Fish Bait In The Fridge Again

You Scream Ancient Curses In Long Dead Languages And Perish Surrounded By Friends

The Subtle Taste Of La Croix And Gentrification

The Cons Of Being My Friend Greatly Outweigh The Pros

You Are Who We Say You Are Because Public Opinion Beats Self Worth Every Time

Angels Lost Their Charm When You Walked In

Some Days I Feel Like A Lobster On A Skateboard

Make Yourself Comfortable We’ll Be Falling For A While

Bleed Your Soul And Blind Your Eyes

You Can Stay At My Place But You’ll Never Find Me There

Had A Dream Today That Hastur Was A Canon Character In Deltarune (I Woke Up With Enough Adrenaline To Bypass Anxiety And Respond To My E-Mails)

Murder And Other Expressions Of Love

You Locked Me In A Cage And Threw Away The Key And When You Found Someone Better I Was Left To Gnaw On The Bars For My Freedom

What Do You MEAN There Was A Fire

Cough Syrup Flavours According To Tumblr User Darkangelofglory

A Little Weirdo Driven By Consumption

Does A Straw Have One Hole Or Two

I Want That Coca Cola Limelight

Clouds Did Not Exist Before 1997

More Dish Soap Than God Intended To Exist

Some Days The World Is Too Bright To Function

Sometimes I Look Up The Last Minutes Of A Movie I’ve Seen Before Because I’m Not Ready For The Emotional Investment Of Going Through The Plot’s Ups And Downs But Crave The Gratification Of A Happy Ending

My Companion Looked In Horror At The Scene Unfolding Before Our Very Eyes Before Finally Saying Out Loud What We’ve All Been Thinking / Did He… Did He Steal Her Teeth?

Give Me Salvation I Swear I Won’t Bite

Your Love Has Brought Me To The Point Of No Returning

I Can’t Get The Bees Out Of My Teeth

Open The Fridge Dear (I Promise I’m Not In It)

Please Don’t Lick The Walls

Two Egg Yolks Six Teaspoons Of Sugar And A Tablespoon Of Cocoa

Go To Sleep In The Morning And Wake Up At Noon Only To Go Back To Sleep Till Evening And Wake Up Full Of Regret And With A Headache

The Infinite Game Or The Inevitable Disappointment Induced By The Terminality Of Things And Its Ability To Ruin One’s Enjoyment Of The Thing In Question

If A Mushroom Can See Itself As A God So Can You

I Sold My Lungs On The Black Market

This Man Shoved His Face In a Tub Of Soap Bubbles - What Happened Next May Surprise You

A Sort Of Soft Paste Which Tastes Like Perfume

I’ve Nothing But Contempt For Fahrenheit

The Little People At The Bottom Of The Ocean

When I Grow Up I Want To Be Fruit Juice

You’re Being Hunted (By Me)

He Kinda Looks Like He’s Sucking On A Brick

Crying Over A Chicken Nugget

Slide-Whistles You To Death

All The Personality Of A Collapsed Lung

The Burning Fragrance Of Cleaning Supplies

The First Time You Scraped Your Knee Falling Off A Bike

Go Ahead And Floor It Luv

A Toast To Our Special Little Brand Of Sin

Dunks You In Tea LOL

Sipping Sunflower Oil From A Wine Glass

Even The Mushrooms Mourn Losing You

You And All Your Money That You’ve Stolen From The Poor

Where Do You Get Off Poisoning My Tea

The Man Of Wine And Cigarette Smoke

#Long Post

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stolen-glass-bottle · 2 years

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Owl House Characters as Things My Friends Have Said because this is how I’m choosing to cops with the last episode

Collector: It’s the government, they’ve come for your cheese!

Luz: Wear a Kermit the frog t-shirt!

Hunter: I don’t have a Kermit the frog t-shirt. Why would I have a Kermit the frog t-shirt?

Luz: Because I have a Kermit the frog t-shirt!

Hunter: Of course you do

Luz, gripping his shoulders: I will buy you a Kermit the frog t-shirt

Hunter: You don’t have to spend money on me

Luz, intensely: No, I want you to have a Kermit the frog t-shirt!

Darius: So, I had a dream last night-

Eda: I had a dream about this dick! Ha!

Darius: …

Willow: We’ll punch them straight in the dick!

Gus: And if they don’t have one, we’ll give them one!

Willow: And THEN we’ll punch them in the dick!

Pre-redemption Hunter: I’m gonna hire my uncle to kill all of you!

Mattholemule: You wanna be an alpha male? Disrespect women and inconvenience children!

Hunter, with a straight face: Satan ate my ass and left no crumbs, and now I want to kill myself.

King: Frogs can swim tho!

Luz: Chlorine, King

King: Well rip the frogs, I’m built different

Basically Dana @ Disney: Homosexuality is gay!

Luz: My girlfriend is milkphobic

Gus: What??

Luz: Milkphobic!

Willow: What is milkphobic???

Luz: You know… when you can’t have milk?

Vee: LACTOSE INTOLERANT???

Luz: Oh yeah that

Hunter: What if I coughed up my lung?

Amity: Coughs up lung cutely

Hunter: There’s a bird!

Willow: There’s a lot of birds

Hunter: Oh yeah!

Willow: We’re at a park Hunt

King, trying to give a pep talk: Have some milk. That milk is fearless, and so are you!

Luz: That’s not the analogy I thought that was gonna be, but the analogy we needed!

Hunter: Drowning isn’t fun

Hunter: It’s lodged itself in my head like a bad piece of cheese

Gus: You know, the perfect analogy

Vee: The urge to be a squirrel, blissful life, sitting and eating, no thoughts

Gus, trying to put his human knowledge into any conversation: You know what they should do? Scoliosis week!

Eda: I’m practicing for my milf era

Hunter, intensely to the group: There are two wolves inside you; one is a husky, the other is a chihuahua, and you don’t know which one is the restrained one.

Hunter: If I put my hand in a stapler, do you think they would send me to a mental hospital, or just send me home?”

Season 3 Luz: Mental hospital. Unless you can somehow make it look like an accident.

Willow: Please do not do that!

Gus: Amity, tell Hunter she should not put his hand in a stapler!

Amity: I don’t think you should put your hand in a stapler, but there’s nothing stopping you, so if you do, have fun, I’m not paying your medical bills.

Gus: Frickity frack is a state of being

Dairus: They’re torturing me! They’re making fun of me!

Raine: No we’re not!

Eda: Yes we are!

Hunter: My gender is quirked up white boy busting it down sexual style

Darius: I am disowning you

Eda: You’re gonna pass out, and I’m gonna draw a dick on your face

Willow: The feminine urge to kick Boscha🥰

Amity: I don’t care if it’s cringey! I read cringey romances when they were straight and I’ll read them if they’re gay!

Belos: The gay witches are tormenting my mind!

Collector: This just in! You will die!

Amity @ Odalia: I’m not gonna help you assault my girlfriend!

King: There’s this constant urge inside me to commit arson

Luz @ Belos: He can shove nickels up his ass

Caleb: Weather update! My brother started a cult.

Belos: Homosexuals? In my neighborhood’s tennis court? Disgusting.

Collector @ Belos: I don’t hate you because you’re the emperor, I hate you because you’re a bitch!

Raine, about Eda: She’s MY favorite war criminal!!

Darius @ Hunter: YOU CANT GO TO THE MARKET IN A SUADE JACKET AND FUCKING SWEATPANTS

“Cool Aunt Lilith” trying to be hip: I am, as the kids say, flummoxed

Hunter: I don’t know what I am…but I know that my ill…is mental

Gus: Doing a lot better after the Kidz Bop concert last night! Very inspirational!

#toh season three spoilers #toh #the owl house #lumity #huntlow #raeda #dadrius #toh Luz #toh Hunter #toh amity #toh willow #toh belos #toh caleb #guys what do you mean the show is sad theyre literally all just hanging out

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Spilled milk of a DnD character? Well I am intrigued, how is he like spilled milk?

Hes just like the added old man to ever.

FRANK MY BELOVED MESS OF A MAN-

anyway:

FRANK THE BARBARIAN BUGBEAR EVERYONE!!

Hes 40 years old, having a midlife crisis, and his Ex-Wife Shyrl took the kid the cat and everything

He doesn't have clothes (the dm has offered me the option but Frank will not buy pants ♡)

He had absolutely no money until a magic rat bit his companion (a 9yr old looking Elf girl who also had no money) and magically gifted them money

Frank met the Elf in a trash bin btw

Frank wants to be a bard, but his singing and lute playing is canonically so bad he killed his elderly neighbor with the sound (which is why shyrl SAID she divorced him, I think it is a lie and she divorced him to be evil instead)

His lute is stolen and also his club, he rolls at disadvantage to play the lute

-2 intelligence, he has no preception

+4 charisma, basically the sexiest Bigfoot ever

His cat Steve (that his ex wife stole) popped up in the campaign and im pretty sure he's an eldritch God of some sort

Canonical has a fear of large bodies of water after nearly drowning 5 minutes after meeting his Elf companion

Thought said 9 year old Elf was going to eat him, for 4 hours

Has canonically eaten a cursed rock. DM can roll to make Frank poop himself and fail a strength check.

Has canonically asked his Elf companion if she carried Human bones and if he could eat one

Canonically had a Tuna can fez that he lost in the near drowning incident

Assisted in starting a forest fire, did not stop it

Was canonically in a gay criminal gang as a teen

Frank has a daughter named Mimsey that he hasn't seen in 5 years since the divorce, Mimsey is 9 years old like the Elf companion

Shyrl was an Elf and Mimsey a half Elf (dnd party helped me decide that)

Frank has attempted to steal a magic tent

Frank has eaten everything he has killed in campaign

Everyone associated in his teen crime gay gang has not recognized him and he lost potential npc clues

Frank once argued he should be given a discount on a book because it was bloody and becuase he couldn't read the language it was in

Subconsciously treats his Elf companion as a daughter, (he named her Sprout since she didn't have a name)

Somehow bumped into another bugbear, 17 y/o, Frank is now a single divorced dad of 2. Send help.

Once walked onto a boat and the crew was too afraid to kick him off until they were on the next continent

Has not showered in 3 months

Consistently rolls 1-4 or 16-20, no in betweens

#dnd #dnd character

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opalinedaydreams · 1 year

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tell me i'm real (and i'll believe you, now) | scott/stiles or; scott & stiles go to college, graduate, and fall in love—not necessarily in that order

They’ve known each other for too long. So long, in fact, that Stiles can tell Scott’s lying by the tension that sits at the corner of Scott’s mouth, where he’s always seemed to store his secrets and half truths.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Scott says for the third time today. “Everything’s fine.”

He’s occupied himself with a litter of kittens on the floor of Deaton’s exam room, and is clearly milking his current distraction in an effort to pointedly not look Stiles in the eye.

And Stiles would start regurgitating the psychology research Lydia keeps haranguing him with if this were anyone else right now—gaslighting, Stiles, it’s a thing—but this is Scott. And if he’s lying about anything at all after the last few months they’ve had, his dumb ass probably thinks he’s doing it for the right reasons.

Stiles takes a deep breath. He remembers what the police department’s therapist had told him after Stiles’s dad had finally snapped and made him sit for a session last week.

Sometimes I can’t tell what’s real and what’s a dream, Stiles whispered, twenty minutes into the appointment.

Five things, Dr. Shay had said. Name five real things—one you can smell, one you can see, one you can taste, one you can touch, one you can hear.

Stiles takes a deep breath. He can smell fall in the air, autumn just around the corner—crisp, and cool, like a freshly ripened apple. He can feel the little ball of lint in the pocket of his hoodie, where his hands are now knotted into fists. He can hear a bird singing outside the window, it’s song like the break of dawn. He can taste blood from the number his teeth are currently doing on the inside of his lip, chewing nervously. It’s a bitter habit his mom had always tried to get him to quit, before…well. And lastly, Stiles can see Scott, sat on the floor amidst a horde of kittens, a secret tucked into the corner of his mouth.

Good, Dr. Montgomery would say, after Stiles had made his list and pushed it—tersely, at first—into the air of the office between them. Now, add yourself to the list.

All of this is real, Stiles thinks now, and so am I. He wills himself to believe it.

When Scott finally looks up from the exam room floor, shooting a tentative smile Stiles’s way, Stiles takes a deep breath. He lets it go. He lets Scott keep his secrets—god knows he hasn’t been allowed to keep much else.

—

Stiles is two weeks into college when the nightmares start up again. He scares the shit out of his roommate Beau, who then spends the next 72 hours googling ‘night terrors’ before approaching Stiles with a look of empathy and a stack of research that would impress even Lydia.

“I think I can help,” Beau says, and he means it.

It shouldn’t be as big of a relief as it is—Beau’s a near stranger. But for the first time since settling in on campus, Stiles doesn’t feel so alone.

—

“I can’t do this,” Stiles says into the phone six months later. He hasn’t even properly settled back into his dorm after the absolute train wreck that had been his spring break—a druid, two rogue wolves, and Malia’s heart stopping for a near thirty seconds in the preserve before Lydia had been able to restart it.

He can’t sleep. Not even Beau’s half finished dissertation on night terrors can help him now.

“I can’t…I can’t do it, Scott,” he whispers. And though the other end of the line is quiet, he swears that he can feel Scott, warm as ever, just waiting. Waiting for Stiles to finish his thought, to take a deep breath, to ask Scott what to do next.

“I’m right here,” Scott promises.

Only, he isn’t. He’s states away with his own problems to solve, his own classes to attend, and Stiles…Stiles can’t ask anything more of him.

“Yeah,” he manages, soft. “Thanks, Scott.”

—

He’s walking out of his criminal justice class two days later when he finds a familiar set of shoulders waiting for him beneath his favorite tree on campus. He blinks—this has to be a dream, it has to—but Scott’s smile doesn’t waver. He waves Stiles over, meeting him halfway.

“Scott? What the hell—”

But Scott holds up a hand, stopping Stiles’s incoming barrage of questions before they can even leave his lips. “Wait. Before you say anything, or interrupt, let me finish.”

Stiles mimes zipping his own lips and tossing away the key, even if they both know full-well it’s a promise he can’t keep.

“George Washington University has just as good of a nursing program as UC,” Scott starts, and Stiles’s heart stops.

“What—”

Scott shakes his head, but there’s something achingly fond about it. “You promised. Please, let me finish.”

Stiles claps a hand over his own mouth and nods.

“I’m transferring. Derek’s going to help me keep an eye on Beacon Hills. If anything happens, he’ll call immediately. And Malia’s been spending a lot of time in Boston with Lydia anyway, so I think she’ll be moving there soon, and I just…”

Scott sighs, scrubbing a hand over his brow. Stiles is startled by how tired he looks suddenly, as if the mask has slipped abruptly and entirely.

“I’m not just doing this for you,” Scott says, and Stiles is surprised by the way he can tell how much Scott means it. “I’m doing this for me, too. I need you around. I can’t…I can’t sleep, dude. I kept trying, and trying, and you never said anything, so I thought maybe it was just me, but…” He straightens his shoulders, squares his beautifully crooked chin, looks Stiles in the eye and holds it. “I don’t think it’s just me, anymore. You know?”

Stiles stares at him for a long time, until the blush starts creeping into Scott’s cheeks, like maybe he thinks he’s finally toed too far out of line to recover this time.

“Please say something,” Scott pleads, and Stiles blinks.

“I just…I have to give Beau notice, I guess.”

Scott grins. It’s blinding—brighter than the sun, brighter than anything Stiles has ever seen. His relief is palpable, and Stiles’s is too—because he’s not the only one who needed this. Neither of them were.

“C’mere, dumbass,” Stiles says, and the distance between them evaporates as if it had never even existed in the first place. Stiles holds on tight, and he doesn’t let go.

—

Stiles wakes on the third night of living together to the sound of his own voice. He’s screaming, he thinks, only its strangled—caught up in sheets and bandages, cloaked in sweat and wheezing through lungs that once were his own but aren’t, anymore.

And then there are hands—warm, calloused, gentle—pulling him back down to earth. The wrap of fingertips around the curve of his hip and the back of his neck, grounding him.

“Hey,” Scott murmurs. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

Stiles catches his breath slowly, dragging himself back to metaphoric shore, fighting a tide of panic the whole way. By the time he thinks he’s finally made it, he’s already half asleep again, the exhaustion clouding his mind beyond reason.

Scott waits until Stiles’s breathing has evened out, and then lays them both back down. He leaves the covers at the foot of the bed, keeps his arms around Stiles instead. And for the first time in what feels like years, Stiles sleeps without dreams for the rest of the night.

—

Stiles has always known he’s in love with Scott, is the thing. It had never been much of a mystery. But by the time they’d been old enough to start talking about crushes, Stiles had put together enough to know that crushes on best friends only ever ended in tragedy—and he wasn’t willing to lose Scott over something that wasn’t even reciprocated. He’d feigned a crush on Lydia, and he’d prayed it into reality. He’d covered his tracks, masking too-long glances towards Scott with laughter, concealing his desperate need to touch with pats on the back, arms around shoulders, hands pressed deep into his own pockets to avoid doing either.

They’re six weeks into senior year when Stiles catches a girl from Scott’s nursing program making heart eyes across the campus coffee shop’s countertop at him.

She’s gorgeous, and she’s kind, and Stiles can’t think of anyone else that he could bear watching Scott walk off into the sunset with over her.

She blushes when Scott smiles. She leans in when he laughs. And Stiles can’t swallow the pang of jealousy, but he can muster up some joy for his best friend at least, who seems to be truly enjoying whatever they’re giggling about over the coffee counter, the tip of his nose pink with the coming autumn.

Stiles looks away. He turns his gaze towards the milling masses of students on the quad outside, evening settling like a weighted blanket over campus life. He takes a deep breath, and he lets it go.

—

Scott kisses him for the first time beneath the bleachers after their college graduation. He is warm, and solid, and he tastes like the honey sticks he insists on keeping in his backpack at all times.

“Do you remember the summer before you went away for college,” Scott murmurs when they part, “when you thought I was keeping a secret?”

Stiles casts his mind back, searches his memories, nods. Because he does remember, vaguely. He’d spent so much of his first semester being unable to forget it.

“This was my secret,” Scott whispers. “You have always been my secret. Do you…do you understand?”

Stiles smiles, realizes that maybe this whole time he's been feeling alone and hasn't been. He realizes that maybe Scott has been feeling the same way, in reverse.

So he tugs Scott closer, threads his fingers through the curls at the base of Scott’s neck, holds on for dear life. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

Scott nods, grins, presses another swift kiss to Stiles’s lips. “Yeah,” he breathes, soft and easy. “Let’s go home.”

#remi writes #fanfiction #teen wolf #sciles #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #sciles fanfiction #teen wolf fanfiction

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wonderinglostsoul · 11 months

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Criminal Minds Fan Fiction Chapter 10

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, snipping, rape, violence.

Master List:

Jack wakes up and headed downstairs. He was surprised when he sees someone laying on the sofa. He immediately went to check who it was. When he confirms that it was you who is sleeping on their couch, he cannot help but to hover and wait until you wake up.

Aaron was also awoken and saw Jack beside you.

“Jack? What are you doing there buddy, come here.” Aaron called him. Jack runs to his father happily.

“Good morning dad! Y/N is still here!” He whispered excitedly.

“Yes buddy. It rained hard last night so she cannot go home so I asked her to stay.” Aaron answered. “Should we make breakfast?” He added.

“Yes!” Jack said grinning. The boys went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Aaron started brewing the coffee. While Jack is at the counter drinking his milk. You wake up because of the smell of the coffee. You wake up wash your face and headed to the kitchen to greet them. You were about to say good morning when Jack started laughing at you. You were surprised then Jack point between you legs and he said “Y/N forgot his pants!” And he continue laughing. Aaron, turnaround and look at you and then Jack.

“Jack?” He look at him disapprovingly. You were taken aback because Aaron did not say anything last night and you did not expect that Jack will react that way. You also forgot because you were still sleepy.

You mumble your apologies and went back to the living room to put on your pants. When you did, there is a knock on the door. You shouted and said I got it and opened the door.

“Sir, here’s” Penelope was standing on the other side folders on her hand. She was shocked to see you opening the door but more shocked when he see the old FBI t-shirt that you are wearing.

“Penelope, I-“ You trail when Aaron shouted “Who is it?”

“Oh my god! What are you doing here?” She said in a low voice.

“Its a long story.” She whispered back. “It’s Penelope!” You shouted to answer Aaron.

Aaron emerge from the kitchen. Penelope cannot believe her eyes. It was so normal. It seems that both of you are already living together.

Aaron greeted Penelope but she did not answer him immediately. Aaron realize what was happening.

“Ohh, Y/N visited Jack yesterday but there is a heavy rain so I asked her to stay.” Aaron said casually. “We are just having breakfast. Would you like to join us?” He added. It was so casual. As if you there in his house is perfectly normal.

“No Sir, I was just here to drop this off. I will be having breakfast with Kevin” Penelope decline. She handed over some files to him.

“Thank you, Penelope” Aaron said. Penelope can’t stop looking at the both of you. Aaron look at her back so she snapped out of it.

“Thank you sir! Bye” She said and went back outside. You see Kevin waiting for her. The moment you close the door your phone started buzzing non stop so you went to check it. It was Penelope, texting you.

OH MY GOD Y/N! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HOTCH’S HOUSE WEARING HIS SHIRT AND HAVING BREAKFAST?

WHY AM I ALWAYS SEEING YOU BOTH ON COMPROMISING SITUATION? WHY ME?

OOHH YOU SLEPT THERE! HE SAID YOU WERE THERE YESTERDAY! DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM?

I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T LIKE HIM?

WHEN DID YOU START DATING?

YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME ALL THE DETAILS NOW!

You were laughing and you know she will not stop texting you until you reply so you said

If you have time lets meet at the bar later. I will explain everything.

She replied immediately.

You have to! I will ask JJ

And Reid

And Maybe Morgan.

You replied to her telling her that maybe don’t invite Morgan and Reid yet. JJ is fine though. She said yes on this terms.

You had breakfast with Aaron and Jack. You did not take your time and bid farewell. Jack was sad that she wont be able to ride the motorcycle going to his friends house but you promised her to chauffeur him around the next time. You hugged Jack and said your thanks and promised that you will beat him on the racing game next time.

You also says good bye to Aaron, thanking him for his hospitality. He shook your hand as you say good bye.

You met Pen and JJ at the bar. Both of the girls are eager to see you. The three of you sit down and order a drink. You and JJ order beer while Penelope ordered Margarita.

“Ok, I cannot wait anymore. Dis!” Penelope said with excitement.

“And you have to tell us all the details” JJ said teasing.

“Alright, aahhmmm, I went to his house because I promised Jack that I will give him a ride on my motorcycle. So we went for a spin. Then Aaron-“ Both of there eyes widen when they here you say Aaron.

“You are on first name basis. I love it!” Penelope said. “Please continue.” Encouraging you.

“Hotch … and JACK insist that I should stay for dinner. So I did.” You emphasis Jack’s name. The two of them was suspicious but you still continue the story.

“Then we played video games until it was Jack’s bed time. Jack requested that I should read him a story. After that, I was about to go home but the rain came pouring so Aaro - Hotch offered for me to stay. I slept at the sofa by the way and he slept on his room. Then morning came and sunshine Penelope comes knocking on his door.”

“That’s it? No good night kiss or what so ever?” Penelope asked.

“No! Why would he?” You asked.

“Because he kissed you on the forehead when you were at the hospital in Las Vegas” JJ teased you.

“Did Reid told you?” You asked feeling betrayed,

“What do you mean? What kiss?” Penelope asked, confused.

“When she woke up after the Red dress case, some of us decided to go back aside from Hotch and Reid. However, she told Hotch that he can go. So Hotch said yes and kissed her in the forehead when he was saying good bye” JJ recount what happened. You’ll gonna kill Reid when you see him

“Oh my gosh! Did he really?” Penelope was giggling. “I did not know that Hotch has a sweet side.

“Its not like that. I think he’s just concern that I was badly hurt and..” You said trying to defend his action,

“No! No! No!” JJ said “ He will never lean and kiss us.”

“Imagine if he did that to Derek” Penelope joked and the three of you laughed so hard.

“I think Hotch was smitten by you.” JJ said.

“Yeah, I cannot wait to see him as a sweet romantic boyfriend. We are rooting for you.” Penelope said excitedly.

“Well before that let’s ask Y/N what does she thinks about Hotch.” JJ interrupted Penelope’s daydream with the most important question. Both of them waits for you to answer. You think hard and you know that there is really something in there. But you cannot admit it until you are sure.

“I appreciate him. I really do. He is sweet and caring but, I think its too early to say that I really do like him or whatsoever. For now, I am happy with my friendship to him and Jack.” You answered them the sincerest why possible. Both of them feels that you are holding back. They both look at each other, plan brewing in there heads. Of course you caught that.

“What?” You asked suspiciously.

“Nah, This margarita is good.” Penelope said.

“Really, maybe I should order them. Come with me Pen.” JJ said standing up reaching Penelope’s hand. All of a sudden they were gone. You finished your beer and wait for them to comeback but they took a while to do so. What you did not know is that they just kick off Operation Hotch. And for the next few days they will do everything so that Hotch will confess and pursue you.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #david rossi #jj jareau #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x reader #hotch

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Hiiii!!! this is for the match up thingy :3

im fixated on um. oh god. weight in gold - gallant, literally every hozier song ever and if im being honest - dodie. i really like the backing music and lyrics of all these songs and obviously i cant just choose one :3

ok i have no idea what this means but from highest? to lowest it’s apparently 6, 4, 3, 2, 8, 1, 5, 9 and 7

I ABSOLUTELY DO. i love learning so much,, i dont have a favourite but video games or historic events or horror are my favourite genre :3

i dont remember my childhood friends much but i conjured them up because everyone else had one and i felt left out. purely out of spite. but i loved them lots :3

ok. i sleep on my side with my leg out and switch between that and just on my stomach, suffocating in my pillow. and i never sleep in the silence. like i always have headphones on with music or asmr playing

i changed my name!!! i hated my birthname and the one i chose is much better. it also is the name of my sibling which i knew nothing about so i am basically a psychic

oh god. i reallt like gavins recent studying one annnnd ashers cookies one. and the damn bowling one. im gonna stop before i name 100 of them but i love them because they are so comforting and make me overflow in happiness :3 i love them

sam. sorry.. his videos r so boring to me BUT they make good sleep aids :3

princess and the frog, criminal minds and community. its a problem.

HUXLEY!!! oh my god i need to be his best friend and make him pottery SO bad. need to protect him with my life. oh my god. my beloved.

i talk a LOT about space and dinosaurs and the sea :3 i fucking love learning so i have a lot of lil facts from reading encyclopaedias and watching documentaries :3

oh god it changes every fucking time im in there but recently any flavoured milk and red doritos

amazing world of gumball. and uhh any other kids animation shows. reliving my childhood multiple years later smileyfaceemoji

other important stuff is probably my love language? main one is quality time and also gift giving in the sense that i WILL spend 17 hours straight on something if you merely mention it once. do not tempt me. i am the middle child of 5 but the eldest daughter and basically raised my younger siblings haha somoene help. um my MBTI is ISFP, ihave autism and adhd and have horribly high standards for myself!!! haha c: idk what else to say. i quite literallt am always chewing something and its either something that is definitely not edible and needs to be removed or strawberry gum. i also love fruit. so much. and lovingly bullying people is my love language. AND i apparently exude ‘ginger cat’ energy according to literally everyone i have the pleasure of knowing. so loved.

thank u so much for doing this, this was a mountain of an ask omgim sos sorry bff

You are such a dear- there was so much fun information in your ask for me to work with. Everything you gave me just makes me so sure and brings me such delight to talk about how perfect you would be with David!

One, ginger cat energy combined with big German shepherd energy? Cute as fuck, a match made in heaven. Two, an eldest daughter pairs perfectly with him and his only child/eldest brother in the pack vibes. It’s a lot of responsibility and obligation, I know from personal experience, and being able to chill out with that and just rely on him would be just what you need. Three, David is totally autistic, and we love an A4A couple.

Y’all would generally be just so cute and be exactly what you need in each other’s lives. Type Sixes are characterized as wanting security and support in their lives and relationships, and he heads a security companyyy (/j). Meanwhile you’d bring a joie de vivre and nurturing energy to his home and the pack that would be so appreciated. He’s not the only one who’d love to be around you; it’d be all the Shaws.

Song:

Feeling alive all over again/ As deep as the sky that's under my skin/ "Like being in love, " she says, "For the first time"/ Well, maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right/ Where I belong with you tonight/ Like being in love, to feel for the first time

My favorite David headcanon is that a lot of his music taste comes from rock/grunge music Gabe and Juliet (my hc name for his mom) used to play. That is exactly how I know this song, so I think it’s perfect for him. Plus, David seems like the type of guy where that first love is it. He imprints like a duck, mates for life like a penguin; he has you for his first and only love.

Runner-ups:

Vincent would be a cute runner up because he also has ginger cat energy once he dropped that flirty, Lestat-esque facade, so you’d make a fun, chaotic pair. Elliott, I like because I think you’d like a lot of the same things. He strikes me as the type of guy who would love a good Criminal Minds binge.

note: you’ve got great taste in movies and tv Community is one of my favorite shows 💕 also, thank you for being my fiftieth matchup 💌

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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