#hold on i actually want to write this now 🤔

[angelfic]

Howdy! Could I request a Theodore Nott, secret relationship, “don’t leave me… please”. ❤️

here u go!! i actually really like this idea and kind of wanna recycle it for a longer fic maybe.. 🤔 thank u for the request! 💌

theodore nott x reader + secret relationship + “don’t leave me… please”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

You’re stressfully stirring sugar into your tea in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place when Mattheo and Theodore turn up, bruised and bloody in the hands of Alastor Moody.

The Auror had sent a message in advance through his Patronus, alerting members of the Order that he was heading to headquarters with two death eater defectors. An hour of hoping it’s who you think, and three cups of tea later, you breathe a sigh of relief when you realise Mattheo and Theo are alive.

The way Theo is leaning his weight on Mattheo doesn’t slip past you, and as soon as he finds you among the others, you rush forward.

“Hi,” Theo whispers, the greeting reserved only for you despite the numerous others in the dining room. His eyes are drooping slightly as he sways on his feet. Nonetheless, he gives you a weak smile. “I’m okay. I promise.”

You nod slowly, brows furrowed in concern despite his reassurance. Ignoring Moody’s confused stares, along with the whispering happening behind you, you do a quick scan of Mattheo and find that he’s definitely had worse injuries from spontaneous fist fights during your years at Hogwarts.

“Are you okay?” you mouth at him, just in case. He winks at you in answer.

Moody, seemingly snapping out of his confusion, turns to you and raises a brow. “You know these two, then?” he asks gruffly, a hint of suspicion creeping into his voice.

“We all went to school together,” Dean Thomas pipes up, saving you from having to stumble over your words in an attempt to explain your relationship with Theo.

There’s no doubt in your mind that everyone in the room suspects you and Theo are more than just schoolmates, but you don’t move to address anything. The implications of you being in love with an ex-death eater aside, it’s none of their business. Moody doesn’t quite seem to accept this immediately.

”School,” he mutters, nodding begrudgingly. “And how well do you-”

“Alastor,” McGonagall cuts him off sharply. Peering at him over her spectacles, she purses her lips. “You can get to interrogating them about being Transfiguration partners after they’ve recovered. These boys need a healer. Now.”

“Yes, yes,” Moody replies grumpily, reluctantly letting them go to open the door to the hall. “We’ve got Poppy in the living room. She’ll fix them up, nice and quick.”

You step back to give the two boys space to make their way to the Healer, but Theo catches your hand and grips it tightly. “No. No, Y/N can do it. Just give her some of the medicine, I’m not seeing anyone else.”

You open your mouth to object, wanting Madame Pomfrey to assess him properly, but the pleading in his eyes has you hesitating.

“Don’t leave me…” Theo’s voice becomes lower, quieter and earnest. “Please.”

“Okay,” you exhale, cupping his face with your hand and stroking your thumb over his cheekbone. You look over at Professor McGonagall for confirmation and when she sighs and nods, you respond with a grateful smile before turning back to Theo. “I won’t leave you.”

Mattheo clears his throat, popping the little bubble you and Theo have found yourself in and making you look away, cheeks warm. Walking over to where Moody holds the door open, Mattheo gives you both a knowing look before speaking to the rest of the room. “I guess I‘ll be seeing dear, old Poppy alone then. Nothing she hasn’t fixed before.”

Taking this as your cue to leave, you wrap an arm around Theo’s waist to support him as you make your way out of the room and up the stairs to an empty room. You help him to sit on the bed and disentangle your hand from his, dropping a kiss to the inside of his palm. “I need to go get the stuff from Madame Promfrey, I won’t be a minute-”

“Not yet,” Theo pleads, hooking pinky finger around your own and tugging lightly. “I’m not that injured, just… come here for a second.”

Your resolve crumbles immediately due to not having seen Theo since school ended a month ago, during which he was trying to leave the other side of the war without getting himself killed. You sit next to him on the bed, but he immediately reaches over to manoeuvre you by the waist until your legs are wrapped around him in a straddling position. Theo presses a soft kiss to your lips and the pure love radiating from him makes your heart jump to your throat. When he pulls away, he looks more relaxed and content than he has in months.

“Hi,” he says, a gentle smile playing about his lips while he fingers the hem of your shirt where it sits at your back. Tingles run down your spine where his cold fingers brush against your skin and you end up leaning into his chest even more, causing his smile to deepen. “I missed you, darling.”

“What, Crabbe and Goyle weren’t good company?” you tease, tilting your head. Theo scoffs in disgust, lightly tugging on a lock of your hair and looking at you expectantly. “I missed you too, Theo. So, so much. I’m glad you got out.”

“Me too,” he sighs, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. You both stay in silence for a few minutes and you bask in the warmth of Theo’s breaths fanning over your collarbone. He nestles his face into your neck and seems perfectly happy just to stay there when he speaks. “It was torture staying away, you know. I’m never leaving your side again.”

You run your fingers through Theo’s hair, lightly scratching at his scalp and biting back a smile when he lets out a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan. “You being glued to me is probably going to make it clear that we’re more than ex-Transfiguration partners, by the way.”

“I bet you anything they all already know,” Theo murmurs distractedly. You frown and sit up straighter to look at him, raising a curious brow in questioning. He looks at you like it’s obvious. “Mattheo is downstairs, unsupervised. If he hasn’t told everyone by now…”

You shake your head, shifting to move off Theo’s lap. A pout forms on his lips, but he reluctantly lets you stand. “I better go do some damage control while I go get the stuff from Pomfrey. Merlin knows what embarrassing things Mattheo is telling them right now.”

“I can think of a few things,” Theo says, his innocent voice contrasting with the devious smirk on his face. “Like the time we were in the Astronomy Tower and you were too loud, so-”

“Right, okay!” you interrupt loudly, screwing your eyes shut in embarrassment as you try your best not to relive that particular memory. Taking a deep breath and ignoring the way Theo is cracking up, you smile sweetly at him. “You haven’t had any injuries to the head, have you?”

“No, love,” he replies, grinning. “Why?”

You grab a pillow and swing it into Theo’s face, knocking him backwards on the bed. Crossing your arms in satisfaction, you falter when he stays laying down and moans in pain.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” you rush out, panicked as you move the pillow out of the way to climb onto the bed and hover over him. Theo cracks his eyes open slightly, his face scrunched up in discomfort and your stomach drops. “Theo, where does it hurt?”

“Here, come closer,” Theo winces, gesturing you forward, closer and closer and you furrow your brows in confusion. When you’re close enough, he snakes his hand around to the nape of your neck and pulls you into a deep kiss, burying his fingers in your hair. You don’t bother admonishing him, your head getting dizzy from the feel of his lips moving against your own. You only pull away when you hear sudden laughter coming from downstairs. Theo doesn’t look ashamed in the slightest when you do. “All better.”

“Not yet, you’re not,” you say, rolling your eyes and sitting up again. You make sure you put all of your weight on the mattress to do so, just in case you actually do end up hurting him. “I’m actually going downstairs now, okay? The idea of Mattheo talking to McGonagall is driving me crazier by the minute.”

“Come back quickly?” he asks lightly, but there’s a hint of pleading in the way his hand circles your wrist. You give him a reassuring smile and another quick peck on the lips.

“Always.”

[sweetheartsaku]

—HAIKYU!! various ; better in the dark

a/n ; [gn!reader] how deep is your love pt 2???!?!! AND YES!! the title is a tv girl reference :3c please dont let this flop!! praying that all the ppl who found pt 1 found this 🥹🩷 tysm for all the notes everyone!! <3

— characters : akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

part 1 ! ♡ oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

tea roses !

keiji akaashi ; tip toe - HYBS

THIS MAN. he will take you out on absolutely BEAUTIFUL dates. they are scheduled and well thought out, all without you knowing. knows what you like, can predict what you order, where you will sit or do, and KNOWS how to fluster you effortlessly. UNSPOKEN RIZZ AT ITS FINEST YOUR HONOUR!!

at one point he had to resort to the notes app to write what you're like but had realised he had subconsciously memorised all of it by heart. deleted it and still knows you like the back of his hand!!

weirdly knows how to pick the best candles.

the warm, nostalgic smelling ones. candles that are the perfect dash of nostalgia, that feel comforting and warm. i wonder if its in the brain or an instinct thing

for anniversaries or literally just whenever, he makes paper flower bouquets. they are so intricate and every little detail, colour and fold makes it so perfect. in-between classes or when he finishes work early, he'll be nonchalantly folding another smaller flower for the arrangement. he does it so effortlessly too 😭!!

sometimes likes to fiddle with your fingers especially if you wear rings. one of the only and very sweet moments of PDA!! gently rubs his fingertips over your knuckles and tracing all the lines. i need an akaashi keiji in my life

will send you the most beautiful, heart-wrenching and mesmerising poems at an insane hour. you'll wake up with a couple paragraphs about how important healing or taking one step at a time is, making sure you fall in love with yourself everyday too. (please do)

kozume kenma ; cherry wine - grentperez

facinated by painted nails. on holidays he might paint them black, or maybe get a little cat sticker on his index!! pick the colour he'll love it either way

cherishes your little trinkets so much 😞 polaroid of you two and stickers on the back of his phonecase, keeps some of the random stuff you give him in his pocket. you could find a rock you gave him like 3 months ago but he kept it because you said it reminded you of him??

perfectly able and capable to order things by himself, but you know he isn't the type of guy to actually seem to WANT to do it. he is too lazy to actually get up but not lazy enOUGH when it comes to you. he might hide behind you. "HE SAID NO PICKLES!!"

CRAZY beef with your plushies. or anything you hold dear honestly. he can and will get pouty. BEWARE!! you must give him a lil' kiss to earn his attention back. (loves the forehead ones)

sometimes he forgets or just doesn't want to eat. it will get to the extent where you have to spoon feed him,,please remind and encourage him to ! eating, sleeping... just can't do it without a little push.

does this thing with his hands when you cross the road. i don't wanna say grabby hands because its pretty cringe, but it is definitely grabby hands. has no idea why he does it but its such a sweet and small gesture╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ !

cat parents but not exactly cat parents? 🤔 you found this stray cat once, and started visiting it everyday on the way to school. you cared for it, and when kenma picked that up he was also instantly fond of it too. now you both kinda feed it your leftover lunch when you visit the cat after school.. he's so precious with the little cat ueue.. take pictures before the moment fleets!

has the date you two met written on his controller... (he was so hesistant at first though LMAO)

shinsuke kita ; old love - yuji, putri dahlia

uses your initial for math variables. he'll use x or y sometimes, but his first option is ALWAYS your initial. you found this out on a study date once, math talk blablabla and he uses to what seems to you a 'random letter' NO. it is your initial!! 😞 when you ask he seems unfazed, but his ears are pretty red... idk guys i think he wants you

one of the people that make you stiffen up when they get physical. when he lays his head on your shoulder you instantly freeze up, trying not to move a BONE so you won't disturb him. it's like muscle memory to you LMAO.

really pretty, long lashes... if you've read part one, oikawa and tsuki are very similar :0!! loves when you graze his lashes with the back of your index finger

like akaashi, learnt how to make flowers but they're crochet 🥹 i think growing up his grandma had taught him how to crochet and all the little patterns. overtime, dedicated himself to making an arrangement every anniversary... they come with little heartfelt letters too!! (kita boyfie material COME HOME!!)

very routinal as well!! like kuroo (he is the full package) he never misses a morning or night to say good morning or good night. AND he places sticky notes around your desk or places he knows you'll be in reminding you to smile or something along those lines !!

what took the cake for me was when he left a little bag filled with goodies once he realised atsumu was sick 😣 definitely does the same for you... sends bag with a bowl of hot soup his grandma made at your front door

eita semi ; i wish you roses - kali uchis

weirdly immersed in the painting of nails as well. sometimes he'll ask you to paint his in black but he got dress-coded a week later 😓 SIKE gives NO shat and kept them on anyway. they are way too valuable to him to just erase. nails done in a simple colour he likes?? by his s/o?? wiped off?? very funny shiratorizawa

i think + the neighborhood, he likes tv girl, kendrick lamar, childish gambino but has a duality of laufey and beabadoobee's bedroom pop and fuzzy rock??

sick of people making arctic monkeys his personality 😞 musicians arise!! apart from the VBC, hes probably in a band too. small gigs here and there for school, and a few fun sessions with his friends just to play whatever. come to his gigs! (sometimes he'll magically play 10x better when you're around, he says)

share earphones with him PLEASE. on rainy bus rides or walks home, he'll play something you like hehe c:

takes you out to the mall closest to shiratorizawa to go pick up some fast food or a drink. it usually gets really crowded from all the surrounding schools so he keeps you close by the waist

and obviously the basic, will sit with you and teach you the basics of bass or electric guitar. i think he'd play a bit of percussion too (о´∀`о) sometimes he'll take you into his lap, but thats when he feels pretty clingy but very discreetly!!

tobio kageyama ; what would i do? - strawberry guy

please don't try to flirt with him he WON'T UNDERSTAND!!!! *gunshots*

if you say literally anything that isn't directly stating your point, he will not get it. using metaphors or just figurative language in general he is STRUGGLING. you need to say, "you're pretty." because things like "i fall in love with you every day" or "i'll find you in every universe" he will actually look at you BAFFLED. please help this man

thinks about what YOU would do. like when he is in doubt or feels like he's about to lash out, he will take a moment and literally ask himself what you'd do or say. even in tests or something completely unrelated to you he will literally ask himself what you would put in the answer box !!

face scrunch when he gets jealous ! he kinda has a lil' pout but can't bring himself to say anything. when you finally notice him he'll have this lil' (๑ˋ^ˊ ๑) face... please kiss his eyelid or the corner of lips cuz HE HAS TOO MANY PRETTY BOY PRIVILEGES!! (and he'll get flustered it's the cutest) revoke them THIS instant!!

his favourite type of kisses are the ones where you'll push his hair back and give him a forehead kiss. he'll take you in by the waist and keep you close, he likes to listen to your heart because you have his. when he feels clingy, he'll nuzzle his head into your shoulder. what a dork

will attempt to find you at his games pre and post timeskip. before the game he will try to make it not look frantic but one of his members eventually catch on 😞

rintarou suna ; SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - joji

camera roll is either 0.5's of the most jaw dropping, majestical sunsets and sunrises that he's experienced with you or literally anytime the sky is feeling a little different (if he's not with you at the time he WILL send them to you at either 5am or 7pm saying it reminded him of you) or the CRAZIEST 0.5's of you losing sanity or of you off guard. its wild blackmail material but he chooses not to LMAO. (because of the love in his heart, he says)

has a little photo album for you and anything you related!! he also takes the best candid photos of you and post them on close friends!! (´∀｀)

no. #1 victim of couple tiktok trends. pretends and looks like he doesn't like it, but doesn't want it to end. once you press post he will stare you down with his beautiful ahh olive hazel eyes (he wants more)

last one on the social med side, he mentions you in posts with your initials all the FLIPPIN' TIME!! his dedication is quite endearing

on days where everything becomes overstimulating, he will notice. will eye you for a while, but once he knows when it gets to a certain extent he will hand you an earphone.

anyone who says suna is an arctic monkey's listener is a LIAR I SAID IT I SAID IT!!!!! *more gunshots* JOKES he probably has a couple of their songs in his playlist, but i personally think he's more tyler the creator coded. people who get it get it (avril lavigne sk8r boi? keshi beside you? definitely)

hot adams apple

[e-dubbc11]

you said you could be persuaded to write about dean sooooooooo what about retired dilf dean? 🤔

My dear sweet Selene, it’s very hard for me to say no to you. 🤣 I came up with a little something for DILF Dean Winchester. I hope you like it, thank you for challenging me, my lovely friend ♥️♥️♥️

Carrying On

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Dad Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluff, mentions of readers father’s death, smooches, a little hunter violence

Word Count: 1.7K-ish

Summary: You just bought a house in a new state, trying to see if you can move on after your father’s untimely death. Your neighbor introduces himself and already you’re feeling more at home

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Dean, dear god I hope it doesn’t suck. I wanted to write more for this but I still have asks in my inbox for my sleepover I need to get to(I’m trying my hardest to answer them all, I thank you all for your patience.) I’d even be willing to do another part for this because I had fun writing this one! I hope you like it! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The house was at the end of a nice quiet street. Your suitcases were piled high in the back seat, almost too high to see out the rear window but it wouldn’t be for much longer. It will be nice to finally stretch your legs after being in the car for such a long drive.

When you pulled into the driveway, you noticed that the “For Sale” sign had been removed from the front lawn. This was your home now and you were determined to live your life as normal as possible from now on.

After your father passed away, you left the flat lands of Oklahoma for the mountains of Colorado. There was just something about that cool mountain air. But you didn’t want to live IN the mountains, you didn’t want to be alone so moving into a neighborhood NEAR the mountains was a good compromise.

A man and, what you assumed to be, his young son were playing catch in the front yard. The boy tossed the baseball to his father but the man wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy looking at your car which happened everywhere you went.

You and your father had rebuilt that car and restored it to its former glory. It was your dream car…a 1967 Pontiac GTO in midnight blue. The way the paint reflected the light, the car almost looked purple. It was a gorgeous car.

The car in your neighbor’s driveway was impressive also. It was a 1967 Chevy Impala, black.

“DAD!! You missed!” The boy shouted.

“Hold on, son. You see that car? She must be our new neighbor. Let’s go say hello.” The man said.

Reaching for the sky, you stretched until some of the tightness in your shoulders went away. You then saw your new neighbor.

“Fuck me.” You whispered under your breath.

He was very handsome with medium brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and green eyes. As he came closer, you saw a splash of freckles across his nose and his young son was a carbon copy of his father.

You smiled warmly as they came closer.

“Hi there! I’m your new neighbor. I’m y/f/n y/l/n.”You extended your hand to shake his.

After you introduced yourself, the man had a slightly confused look on his face that quickly disappeared.

He extended his hand for you to shake. “I’m Dean and this is my son Charlie.”

“It’s really nice to meet you.” You said.

Charlie interjected himself. “Dad missed the ball because he was staring at your car.”

“Charlie…” Said Dean through clenched teeth.

“Ah, well I do get that a lot. You wanna sit in it?” You asked.

Charlie’s eyes went wide. “Sure!”

You opened the car door so Charlie could sit on the driver’s side.

Dean pointed at the car. “That is a nice car. ’69?” He asked.

You bit down on your lower lip to keep from smiling. “It’s a ’67 actually, like your Impala.”

“Impressive…I don’t know a lot of women that would know that to look at it.” He said.

“Well, we do exist.” You said, a little sarcastically.

Dean smiled at you and said softly. “Yes, I guess you do.”

When he realized he was staring, he quickly snapped out of the trance he was in.

“Um, yeah so um, do you have furniture coming or anything? I’m happy to help.” He said.

“Oh the moving truck is coming tomorrow so I just have the bare essentials for tonight. Thank you for the offer, I may take you up on that.” You said.

“Well, we’ll let you get settled. Just knock when the truck comes…Charlie!! Come on, let’s let y/n settle in to her new house.” Said Dean.

As they walked away, you heard Charlie tell his dad, “Dad, you were staring at her.”

Dean narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. “No I wasn’t…get the ball.”

“Yes you were, Dad. I saw you.” Said Charlie.

You shook your head back and forth then smiled. They both seemed really sweet.

Three Months Later

You had settled nicely into your new home. The final box had been unpacked and you were adjusting to your new surroundings and your new neighbors. Although there was something that bothered you about Dean’s house.

Every so often, not a lot but every now and again, you noticed that the basement light would flicker. It wasn’t all the time but when it did, it was always at the same time, which you thought was strange.

Everything else seemed to be fine so you didn’t look too closely at it.

You really did like Dean and you adored Charlie. They were your friends, so you contemplated, at least telling Dean about your past, how your father really died, and why you left your home state.

One Saturday morning, all of the windows were open and you could hear music coming from their house. It sounded like…Asia – Heat of the Moment.

You giggled a little bit and thought to yourself, “Really Dean, Asia?”

Dean had a deep booming voice.

“Rise and shine, Charlie!!” He said, loudly but playfully.

After doing some housework, you heard a knock on your door. Walking down the hall from the bedroom into the kitchen, you saw Dean standing at the side door through the screen. He was leaning against the door frame.

“Hey there. What can I do for ya?” You asked, opening the screen door.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight? I thought maybe we could tell Charlie, um…well, about us.” He said, shyly.

Charlie didn’t know that about a month after you moved in, you and Dean started to hang out with each other after he went to sleep.

He’d come over for a drink, sometimes a movie, or a lot of the time, the two of you would just talk, and the relationship just sort of happened.

Charlie’s mom had passed away three years ago and it had just been the two of them since then. Obviously you weren’t trying to get in the way of their relationship and you DEFINITELY weren’t trying to replace his mom but you really did like the both of them and Charlie deserved to know the truth…they both did.

You snaked your arms around Dean’s neck, let your fingers run through his soft brown hair, and leaned in to kiss him. The bristles of his beard tickled your chin and you smiled in between his kisses. You really were smitten with him.

“I’d love to…I’ll bring you guys a special dessert.” You said.

A shy smile extended across Dean’s face. “Awesome…oh and I’m not much of a cook so I hope you’re ok with burgers. Alright? Ok, good talk.” He said, as he smacked you on the ass and turned around to walk back home.

You were going to come clean tonight.

Walking over to Dean’s, you remembered the first time you saw the last name on the mailbox…Winchester. Dean Winchester. All hunters knew that name, that family, his brother Sam, their father John, and their mother Mary.

They were famous in the world of hunting. Your family name stayed under the radar. Sure, you and your dad had some pretty big hunts and cases but nothing compared to the Winchesters.

Charlie answered when you knocked.

“Y/n!!!” He said, excitedly.

“Hey buddy!” You replied.

Charlie saw you holding the pie in your hands.

“Oh you brought Dad’s favorite.” He said.

“I did? Well I hope you guys like it, I made it from scratch.” You said.

“Dad’s always eating pie…he’s out back, come on!” He said, tugging on your t-shirt.

The three of you had a nice dinner together filled with a lot of laughs and you breathed a sigh of relief when Charlie said he was ok that you were his dad’s girlfriend.

The child like smile Dean had on his face as he was about to taste the pie made you smile. Before he could take his first bite, the lights flickered.

He looked up at the kitchen light as it continued to flicker. “Son of a bitch.” He boomed.

“Dad, language!” Shouted Charlie.

“Not now, Charlie.” He growled.

You stood up and backed away from the kitchen table. “Where’s the salt, Dean?” You asked.

“What? How do you--?” He started to say.

“The salt, Dean…NOW!!!” You shouted.

Dean got the bag of salt from underneath the kitchen sink and you had Charlie stand in an open area in the dining room, while his dad drew a salt circle around him. Then he pulled out two shotguns from underneath the couch in the living room filled with rock salt.

“Charlie…buddy, don’t move from this spot, do you understand?” You asked him, looking into his scared eyes.

He nodded.

Standing back to back, holding the shotguns, Dean asked, “Is there something you wanna tell me?”

As fast as you could, you explained yourself. “Ok, so I come from a family of hunters too, nothing like yours of course but I left Oklahoma after my father died saving me from a nest of vampires. It was just me and him, my whole life and when he died, I felt like I couldn’t hunt without him.” You said.

Low moans and hisses were emanating through the walls as the lights continued to turn on and off.

“I can’t believe you’re a hunter. That’s why when you introduced yourself, your name sounded familiar to me!” Shouted Dean.

Charlie stood petrified inside the salt circle. “Dad, what’s going on?”

“It’s alright, buddy. We’re gonna be alright.” Said Dean.

Two apparitions came through the wall and headed straight for you when you blasted them with rock salt.

“Are y-you m-mad?” You asked, while trying to catch your breath.

“Mad? I’m only mad that I didn’t get to eat my pie! As far as you being a hunter, well…I gotta say I’m a little turned on.” He said.

In the middle of a life or death situation, Dean managed to make you blush.

“What does that mean, Dad?” Asked Charlie.

In unison, you and Dean yelled, “Not now, Charlie!”

“When we’re done with this, we’re gonna have a talk.” Dean pointed his finger at you.

“But you’re not mad?” You asked with a slight smile.

Dean smiled at you, his bright green eyes looked like fresh blades of grass as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“Nah, I’m not mad sweetheart. Now let’s kill these things so I can eat my pie.”

Tagging: @munsonownsmyass @gijos

[weepingwillowwonder]

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

Val x Reader x Vox

[EDIT: Full fic is here!!! PART 1 ; PART 2]

Short Summary:

It's well known that Valentino doesn't do aftercare. So after your "escapades," he usually quickly dresses himself and makes his leave or makes you leave. In these moments, Vox usually picks up the slack...

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Reader gets called into val's office. He teases them, puts them on his desk and fucks their thighs. It seems like they won't get to finish but he fingers them to completion and then send them to Vox - "You know how busy it is, yeah? Be good and go find Voxxy, I'm sure he'll want to see you~"

All you want is to be held, but right now you know you won't get that from Val, he's already busy getting back to work. So you wordlessly make your way to Vox's office. Someone alerts you that they're finishing a meeting, so you sit on the floor outside his office to wait for him to return. "Dolly..?" He speaks softly to you, already knowing what you're here for. You both enter his office and find yourself being pulled into another lap for the second time today, only this time he just holds you. He tries to be gentle with you, tries to just hold you...but when you hold onto him like you need him and press yourself into him, he gives in and gives you what you need. He'd talk about watching the cameras while you and Val were together and fuck you in his office but takes you home afterwards.

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♡ I actually wrote an entire fic based on this summary last night. But at 2am when I went to post it, somehow there was an error and it deleted the whole thing 😵‍💫..SOOOO, when I'm done being pissy about that, I'll rewrite it~

♡Also learned a valuable lesson: to write my drafts elsewhere and THEN upload! Who knew! 🤔🫠

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fan01 writing your next book right?😁

fan02 we want something happy this time !

fan01 no.

jackbenedwards lets go book shopping once you're back in nyc

ynoffical of course! ill text u💗

trevorzegras yaba daba doo☕️

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fan03 whatever the hell that means

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras coolest place in the world⚡️

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_quinnhughes who wrote your caption? why does it actually make sense for once

trevorzegras i take offence to that.

fan04 the fact that the caption is so simple and quinns saying that😭😭

fan05 i'm going to be honest i never have any idea what trev is talking about liked by ynoffical

jackhughes interesting... 🤔

jamie.drysdale what happened to cereal being your ideal meal?

trevorzegras i'm a changed man🫡

ynoffical cute house!

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ynfan now hold on...🧐

ynoffical

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ynoffical had some time off🌞🎨

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fan05 WHO IS THAT???

fan06 why are a bunch of nhl players liking..🧐

jackhughes im still so confused about this whole thing

ynofficial confused ? were in love😁🙏💗

jackhughes you know he can't read right?

ynofficial i know😞💔

trevorzegras you know i was just thinking and i think your bf is an excellent reader... like hes probably so good its shocking

ynoffical no i was actually just thinking that he can't

fan07 STAY FOCUSED ON THE BOOK QUEENIE DON'T LET THE BOYS DISTRACT U💪🔥‼️

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras reading very seriously.

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jackhughes no i dont think you are

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trevorzegras WTF STOP??

ynoffical happy to see you're finally learning how to read❤️

trevorzegras what if this was my last straw?

fan08 you're the lea michelle of hockey babes its okay! not everybody has to know how to read❤️

anaheimducks so proud of our Z🧡

hockeyfan: nawww even his team is setting him up😭

oldman get ur ass back on the ice you do NOT need to be reading.

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ynoffical totally normal weekly update

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fan09 HOLD ON????

trevorzegras 🤔🤔

jackhughes the last slide says: 👁❤️🫵 (I love Trevor Zegras) hope this helps❤️ liked by ynoffical

trevorzegras 😐

stepbroher you're really living out the hockey romance fantasy wow

ynoffical waiting for u to release your own hockey book🙏

fan10 does this mean the next book is a romance?😁

ynoffical 🤭🤭

trevorzegras i love you too

ynoffical i love u so much its crazy

trevorzegras i love you so much i read a book

jackhughes correction: he learnt how to read

trevorzegras STOP GO AWAY!

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trevorzegras you make it so easy to love 🧡🧡

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ynoffical 💗💗

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jackhughes so glad ynoffical can speak emojis! otherwise you guys wouldn't be able to text each other

trevorzegras jackhughes you make me sick.

fan11 z baby look at me this isn't you...

colecaufield u guys look great💤

jamie.drysdale i'm actually surprised and i've known this whole time

masonmctavish23 i didn't think he had it in him

fan12 NOOOO THIS CANT BE HAPPPENING TO ME😭🙏

ynoffical just posted a story!

caption: lover boy🫂🤍 (aka the love of my life)

jackhughes replied: if only trevvy could read that😪❤️

trevorzegras replied: calling u in 5 🧡🧡 love you

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Chapter Fourteen

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 2.2k

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Rating; 18+ for swearing and mature content

Notes; Hey guys! A little late on posting today, but it should be fine. Chapter fifteen will come out shortly after this and I'm pondering whether or not to post sixteen as well since it'll be a much longer chapter 🤔 and that'll be the beginning of my actual writing, straying away from the original story finally. Chapter fifteen marks the end of the original timeline! So, it'll be the end of Sylus's story in-game and I'll be able to branch apart and do my own thing. So I hope you're excited by what's to come.

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In the dim lighting of ‘your’ room, the crow brooch on your chest gleams a dark red reminiscent of wine. Finally, after a long fight, you got the brooch from Sylus. He kept his promise and agreed to help you obtain the aether core as long as you resonated with him– which you still weren’t sure just why he wanted to resonate with you, but it doesn’t matter at this point.

With an expensive, form fitting red dress and some dazzling earrings, your reflection in the mirror is strange yet sufficiently alluring. A slit runs up the side of the dress that just barely exposes the skin of your thighs, a pair of black stockings adorning them. The only uncomfortable thing would be the shoes, but you’d just have to deal with heels tonight. Your hair was pulled back, as to show off the jewelry best, and the scar over your right eye almost seemed like it fit the outfit, making you look like a femme fatale.

As you were checking yourself out in the mirror, you didn’t even notice Sylus stepping into the room until he speaks. “It suits you.”

You look up to meet his gaze in the mirror, noticing that he’s wearing a formal black shirt with a coat thrown over his shoulders, both having a kind of blood splatter type design to them, and a pair of black slacks. He always made the most simplistic of outfits look good.

Sylus leans lazily against the doorway, “No one can stay wary when there’s a beauty walking around.” A soft blush creeps across your cheeks as you clear your throat and turn around to look at him, “Hmmph, this beauty will bash your skull in sooner or later.” You take a few steps toward him as you fix the ends of your black gloves, “You’re just going to waltz right into a dangerous auction without a plan?”

“I like how you assume I didn’t make one,” Sylus raises a brow as he shifts his stance and rubs his middle finger and thumb together, “Find a way to make everyone lower their guard first. Then lure out the ones with ill intentions and get rid of them. Then, I’ll cover you when you fetch the aether core’s other half.”

“....That’s it?” You raise a brow, placing one hand on your hip. Sylus loops his thumbs through his pockets and looks down at you, “You won’t fail. Promise.” He gives you another once-over and you sigh, taking his outstretched hand and walk out the door with him. “You better not be a liability later,” You shake your head.

To deal with the real masterminds behind the auction, you can only ally yourself with someone deadlier than the enemy. All the information you have gathered has created an intricate web of conspiracies. Now, it’s time to tear it up.

The hotel is decorated rather elegantly, a card sitting on the counter reads “Myriad of Night”. There must be a dress code, seeing how Sylus generously gifted you the dress you’re wearing... As you step into the hotel, Sylus turns his head to look down at you, turning his body to face you and you suddenly feel way too overdressed– as if a fancy dress like this doesn’t fit you. Like it would be better on someone else, someone more pretty.

“It’s not too late to back out now if you want to,” The white haired man says and holds his arm up for you. “Focus on yourself first,” You retorted back, almost embarrassed that he caught you in a self-deprecating moment before you grab his arm, “It’s showtime.” You smile up at him as you step closer, intent on putting on a show.

As you both step further into the large room, you notice multiple encased podiums with protocores and their prices, along with hotel staff walking around with metal trays filled with glasses of alcohol. One, two, three guys…That’s quite the ambush. Three guards, so it’s not like you can steal anything. You’ll just have to buy whatever it is you want for now. “Sylus..” You turn your head to look up at him, “Are you sure they’ll bite?” “It depends on your performance,” He says, not turning his head to look at you, but you notice him stealing a glance at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Mr. Sylus, we’ve been expecting you,” A male server says as he walks up to you both and Sylus turns to face you, taking out an earpiece from his pocket. His fingers brush against the skin of your cheek before he puts it in your ear. “I assume you already know how to act as good bait,” He murmurs as he leans forward, playing the role of a boyfriend almost perfectly. He steps back, a smile tugging at his lips as he lets out an almost breathy chuckle, “I’ll be back soon. Have fun.” He lifts your hand up to kiss the back of it before he holds out a black card between two fingers. You happily pluck the card from his grasp.

After he leaves, you walk down the row of encased protocores, taking a look at each one. The majority of them are just ordinary protocores, good thing they aren’t bombs. 

Though you pause at one plumbob-shaped, reddish pink one, doing a double-take. It seems…off. Was it tampered with? It was labeled at $70,000 and you decide maybe you could use a good chunk of Sylus’ money. He must’ve handed you his black card for a reason. You move closer to the red protocore to take a better look and almost jump out of your skin when another server speaks to you. “Did anything catch your eye, Miss? There are even better ones on that side.”

You notice he has a tablet in his hands, so he must be one of the sales waiters. “The stuff you have is pretty mediocre,” You scoff, crossing your hands over your chest. This was probably the one and only time you’d be able to act all haughty and rich, so you were going to take advantage of it. A smirk tugging at your lips as you press the button on your earpiece, “Sylus, it’s okay for me to purchase a few items with your card, right?”

“Don’t bother me with such trivial matters,” He responds quickly, sounding like he’s in the middle of something. “Got it,” You muse before glancing back at the waiter, “Mmh, I’ll take this one for one million. Please, wrap it up for me.” “Five million.” Comes a voice from your earpiece and you hold back the urge to laugh. “Why?” You respond to the earpiece and Sylus scoffs, “You offer will make people think I’m broke. Wouldn’t want that, sweetie.”

“Actually, I changed my mind. Put it down for ten million,” You say to the waiter, twirling the black card around between your fingers. “Also, are these all the protocores you got? I’ll buy everything for four times the price.” You smile as you hear Sylus speak in the earpiece again, “Pompous.” “I’ve always wanted to say that at least once,” You whisper into the earpiece.

As Sylus stops responding, you decide to hand the card over so the server can ring everything up. You pocket the card after it’s all done and go to lean against a wall, taking a sip of the fruity alcohol you were given as you try to listen to what’s going on on the other side of the earpiece.

You assume since Sylus can hear what’s going on on your end, you should be able to hear what’s going on with him. “Mr. Sylus.” You hear a man before hearing the sound of Sylus’ evol and a few grunts, the man sounded as if he were choking. You assume Sylus was trying to intimidate him with his evol. “My time is limited, so let’s cut to the chase,” You hear Sylus say and you imagine he looks nonchalant in front of the others.

“No…I didn’t betray you..” The other man says and you hide your smirk behind your glass. That’s probably Sherman and, if memory serves, he’s the main suspect behind your family’s death.

“Oh, I know. You’re too much of a coward to do it on your own. But the people who said they’d help you replace me must have made an offer only an idiot would refuse.” You hear Sylus say and you raise a brow.

Oh? So he was doing this on someone else’s orders. Then, the feed goes silent for a few minutes and you take out the earpiece to make sure it’s still on, your eyebrows furrowing. You shrug and put it back in your ear. Sylus is probably using his right eye on the guy. “I see. Their method of buying traitors is as old school and uncreative as ever.” You finally hear Sylus and you hum to yourself, wondering just what is going on.

Though, maybe it’s better if you didn’t know. It would be easier to stay safe if you really knew nothing. “Sylus…! Don’t think…with them around, you won’t be cocky for long!” That man must really have a death wish. You take another sip of your drink, watching the light pink liquid swirl around in the glass. “Since you chose betrayal…My only option is to make you pay in advance.” Sylus says before you hear static. You wince, pulling the earpiece out to rub your ear. 

Guess Sylus knew you were listening in, but didn’t want you to hear him taking care of the guy.

After a few minutes, you decide you’ll meet Sylus in the banquet hall since he’s done with his part. You walk through the tall double doors and take in the banquet hall. Black flooring with a red carpet leading from the double doors all the way to a wooden, circular lacquer floor in the middle and black columns with small circular tables all around.

The banquet hall really was fancy, it almost felt like you were transported back to renaissance times where they regularly had balls. You felt countless eyes checking you out, both opening and from the shadows. You subconsciously fiddle with the protocores you bought.

There are traces of other protocurves. These were modified.

You turn around to look around and several pairs of eyes immediately look away. You take this opportunity to speak in a hushed voice into the earpiece, “Sylus, you done on your end?”

“Miss,” you hear a rather annoying voice of another man, “That brooch you’re wearing is rather exquisite. May I buy it from you?” You look the man up and down with an annoyed expression on your face. He was wearing a suit and was blocking your way, holding out his hand as he smiles. You notice a faint, blue electric current flashing from his wrist cuff and you scoff to yourself, like you’d fall for such an amateur trick like that.

You quickly steel your expression, taking a step back as you raise your chin, “Not interested. Excuse me.” The man doesn’t budge and instead takes another step toward you. “How does ten hightowers sound? Ah, the banquet is about the start. Would you like to dance?”

Maybe most normal men are ugly to you now compared to the four men you’ve seen on the regular…but either way, this man was getting on your last nerve.

“What are hightowers?” You ask, not lowering your chin as you kept your pokerface before a smile spreads across your lips as you spot a familiar face walking up.

“They’re special weapons made from high-grade protocores. A single Hightower can obliterate this entire hotel,” Sylus says as he walks closer…and closer. You feel his hand wind around your waist before he pulls you toward him. A soft gasp slips from your lips and you rest your left hand against his chest. “Sorry, the brooch is a gift from me,” Sylus barely gives the man his time of day and you felt relieved before he turns his head to look down at you, “You wanted to sell it?”

“Who knows if you were coming back or not,” You hum and notice he has a teasing glint in his eyes, “Are you disappointed?” You hold back the urge to say something else and instead run your hand up his chest as you lean closer, almost resting your cheek against it, “He was going to spend a fortune so he could dance with me. What about you? Shouldn’t you make an offer as well?” You glance over at the other man, who quickly makes his exit after realizing there was no room between you both.

You pull back a tad once he leaves and look up at Sylus as he speaks, “The aether core’s location.” “You know where it is?” You raise a brow, trying your best not to look so excited. “You’ll find out…” Sylus takes a few steps back from you and holds his hand out, “After this dance.”

“How are you so sure I’ll listen to you?” You ask, taking his hand anyways and he steps back close to you, “Refuse me all you want.” You feel the warmth of his hand against your back, resting your free hand on his shoulder as the white haired man guides you into a dance.

I hope you guys don't mind the short paragraphs, I'm trying to space them out more to make the chapters seem longer! I'll probably post chapter fifteen in a few hours?

Anyway, my Sylus's one-shot little voting thing still has a day on it, so you can go there if you wanna participate in choosing what I write! I feel like it's funny that the one– that I said I wasn't sure on, is the one in the lead 😭 but, because of that, if it wins...I've decided to merge a few ideas together, so I'll actually be able to write it with a good idea in mind!

So...I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are excited for what'll happen in sixteen! (I've been hyping it up so much, I hope it doesn't fall flat)

Taglist; @orphicmeliora , @yoongi-tunes , @mitzkooni , @hiqhkey, @tanspostsblog

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

🤔🕸️🎯 please these have all been so so good

I Don't Know How to Feel (But Someday I Might) - Random Bob Taylor Headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of a lot of canon events such as his suicide attempt, depression, self-esteem issues, and his kidnapping, as well as brief but nonspecific references to smut.

Notes: My first random~ I couldn't decide on which one(s) to do, so I just did all of them! As such, here's actual proper mini drabbles for 20 tropes, just for you and Bob 😊 The last time I wrote for him I just had a crush on him, now I love him, so I'm glad I get to explore all sides of him with this 😊 I ended up writing so much that I couldn't keep my bulleted list, so yeah here's a toooooon about the sweetest man who deserved the world and to heal QwQ

Angst: You're shocked when he finally tells you about his past. It's hard to get out, and he's mentally blocked out so much that he doesn't even remember half of it without help from newspaper clippings and taped recordings of that time, but still it all haunts him as he tries and fails to move on. He doesn't invite you over for the first few months you know each other, and when he finally does he seems very ashamed about his home and the state of it even though he cleaned up beforehand. You can still see the remains of the mazes he tried so desperately to scrub away so they wouldn't scare you off, and it doesn't as you ask but get no answer. Talking about it is hard even if he can't remember it all, and you have to do the work yourself after he trusts you with who he used to be. It's already been a year since his kidnapper was killed, and he was very wrongfully imprisoned, but knowing they were both gone is what makes him want to start healing even though he's afraid, and the day after you find out everything you can you just go to his house and hold him even as the mess already starts to build up again around the two of you.

Cute: Without the past weighing him down, you see that he's incredibly cute when he smiles, something he didn't do very often. There're a lot of cute things you never noticed before now that you're closer to him, such as the way he avoids your eye with a blush when you compliment him, how he treats everything he does with such care, how he links his pinky with your own when he's feeling affectionate but doesn't wanna be pushy. You tell him he's cute one night when you're laying in bed with him, your hand brushing aside his bangs, but he doesn't look appreciative of it as his small smile fades. He tells you not to tease him, he knows he's not, and you spend the rest of the night showing him how much you mean it. He tries to tell you how cute you are a few days later, his face red as he links your pinkies, and when you kiss the tip of his nose in thanks he looks utterly adorable as he blushes and tries to hide his small smile from you.

Dreams: He wants to leave town, but he's been trapped there for so long that he doesn't know how; he kept the house when his parents moved away, he never added anything for himself once they took everything, and he really wants to start over fresh with you. He confides all this to you as you sit on the floor together, watching movies on your laptop since he doesn't have a couch or a TV, and you just promise him all of it as you cradle his head in your lap and feel him hold your leg a little tighter.

Family: He hasn't spoken to his family in years, not after they moved away when they couldn't take being in town anymore, and they were more than okay with leaving him behind to fend for himself. It seems like they cared more about how the Incident had affected them more than it affected him, and he'd been alone for years until you finally became his neighbour and started talking to him. He still doesn't keep in contact with them, not knowing where they went or even if they were still alive, but he's okay with that now that you were his family. Sometimes you think about starting a proper family with him, but he still gets uncomfortable around kids who were his age when he was taken, but that's something you'll work through with him when the time comes.

Fear: It goes without saying, but even as he grew from a child into a man, the fear that they'd come back for him still persists. He sees them in everyone, his memories foggy and allowing them to exist in everyone, even you when you first move in. The house had been empty for ages, no one wanting to buy it with him living next door, not with his sneaking around and digging and fits in the middle of the night. He was the ghoul haunting the street, the monster scaring away all the guests and feeding the rumours even though he tried so hard to appear normal, all while he himself was afraid of the creatures lurking under his bed and waiting for him to slip up for one single second. So he avoided you when you started moving in, even though you were way too young to have taken him 20 years ago, because you were a stranger and you could be in on it, you could've found him for them. You didn't know until after he'd confessed everything to you, but when you were at work he'd broken into your home to make sure you weren't with them, risking it all for his own peace of mind, but after finding nothing to incriminate you it did help him sleep easier that night. It arose again when you noticed him watching you, him doing it enough times to get you to want to speak to him, and thoughts of ghouls and monsters crept through your head in your neighbours voices as he gave you a shaky hello and hurried back inside. You learned together that he was no monster and you were no Invisible Man when you invited him over to your place for a welcome party, everyone watching you as you offered him desserts and taste tested them for him when he was too afraid to risk it.

Fluff: Once he gets used to being touched, you discover that he's quite the cuddler. He finds such comfort in you that he ends up drawn to you without even realizing it, and you quickly get used to the feeling of him slotting against your back as you cook or do dishes, or against your side when you sit together and watch things. Sometimes it hits him that he's practically laying on you or stopping you from doing your tasks, and he closes himself off as he pulls away and apologizes for getting in your way, but you never fail to pull him right back and say you like his warmth. When you start spending the night together, you can tell he wants to hold you as you fall asleep but it feels like it's too much, so you offer him one of the stuffed animals he's gotten you just to get him used to the idea. You smile in your sleep when he eventually decides that it's you he wants to hold, and you let him envelope you on the nights where he's good, and when his fits crop up and he looks like he's in so much pain you just rest your head on his chest and hold his hand over your heart until he feels it beat even in his sleep. It lulls him every time, his breathing slowing and his body stilling as he wraps his arms around you and comes out of it naturally, awake just long enough to see you and know he was safe before falling asleep again.

Friends: Your friends don't like him, but you try to change that every single time you meet up. They've all heard the whispers, and his public arrest doesn't help, but you tell them about the real him, the one who's been healing with you there to help, but they don't believe it until after they see you together a few months into your relationship. He's different than before, healthier, stronger, more like himself again as he gives them all a polite greeting and sits close to you. You feel their stares the entire luncheon and you know he does too, but he doesn't run even when the arrest is brought up to your horror. He answers swiftly and gives no details, and the friend is chastised by everyone for asking, but he seems actually okay with it when before it would have been enough to make him shut down for the rest of the day. You can tell they see it more as time goes on and you remain together, their care for you extending to him when they see how happy he makes you in reality, that taking over their concern over the rumours. You know it'll still be a while before he sees them as his own friends, but it's a start when his next greeting is more genuine than forced as you all meet up for dinner.

Happiness: The word has been foreign to him for most of his life, his last remnants taken from him and numbed by the poison in his veins long ago, but you think he might be remembering how it feels when you glance at him one day and see him smiling even when he doesn't know you're looking. Usually he only does it to ease you, to make you feel better and show that he is indeed having fun with you, but you can see true happiness in him in the moments where he's facing away from you, when he's so content that the past can't get to him. You want to capture it forever but you know you can't, instead committing it all to memory as he watches the ducks eat bread by the waterside, the sky fill up with stars on cloudless nights, children play without a care in the world the way children should always be able to. You're always so busy watching him slowly reacquaint himself with the word that you don't even notice the moments where he's looking at you, when you're too busy to watch and lose yourself in something. That happiness is always the strongest, no amount of residual pain can sully it as he watches you jog over in the early morning for a kiss before work even in the rain, when you spot your favourite movie on the streaming platform you'd pulled up, it now added to the roster to your surprise, when you're so tired you can barely sit up until you're leaning on him and reaching for his blanket to warm your chilly shoulders. He doesn't think that before he met you he even knew the meaning of the word, but he might now as you catch him looking and blush under his gaze, and he blushes right back when you drop whatever it is you're doing to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

Hate: It takes you a long time to notice it, but while he doesn't hate much in his life, he definitely hates himself most of all. He shows it in the way he doesn't like looking at himself, or talking about himself even though he's trying to get better, but most of all you see it every time he looks at his bedroom door. Ever since you helped clean it up, the room remaining empty ever since the police confiscated everything inside, you've been trying to turn the room into something positive to help him forget everything he had to do to cope and solve his own mystery, but so far he's avoided every attempt with a new excuse. Finally he tells you he'd just rather board it off completely, let time take it like the rest of him, and you end up unable to say anything to placate him as he asks you to leave when you try and fail to help him. He lets himself fester after that, shutting you out for the longest time since you first met, and the next time he opens the door for you you can see that he'd regressed in your absence and his self-hatred. You don't leave as you help him paint over the mazes this time instead of just trying to wash them away, and he confesses to you that every time you bring up the room he remembers everything that he did, not what they did to him, all the wrong he convinced himself was right, how much he hurt those families even though he was just trying to help them. He hates himself so much for it, what they made him into, and he wouldn't be surprised if you hated him to for it too, but you can't, you never could, and you promise him that as you lock the room until he's ready.

Hopes: He's never hoped for much in his life, too stuck in his own head and his past and the mazes to dare hold onto something like that, but you find him saying the word more and more as time goes on. He hopes it's sunny today, he hopes they still have that sweater he saw the last time he went shopping and he hopes it's still on sale as well, he hopes he'll get to see you later. Before he used to use more neutral words, he guessed that rain was coming, it was rational that the sweaters sold out since he waited, he didn't blame you if you had something else to do later, you didn't have to come over. It showed you that he was trying, letting himself want to find the positives in things, instead of just accepting everything that happened as it was. You know for sure that he's changing when he cups your cheek and whispers that he hopes you'll still be there in the morning, your legs intertwined in bed, and you tell him you hope that he still wants you around a month from now before he says that he'll still want you a year from now, two even, and when you try and up it to three he kisses you and hopes for forever.

Hurt/Comfort: He still has bad days despite things getting so much better, and for a long time he hides that from you as he locks himself away and tries not to let himself fall back into old habits. It takes him months before you get a call on one of these days, and he takes so long to answer your hello that you wonder if maybe you're being prank called. Finally he replies, and his voice is small and broken as he tells you he's not okay, he can't do it anymore, and you race over the second the line goes dead. Since you're neighbours it takes only a minute to run to his door, your shoes forgotten at home as you use your spare key to get in, and when you find him curled up in the living room surrounded by the scattered pages of his mazes and memories you have to make sure there's no weapons around to go with it. He'd been on suicide watch after his arrest since he'd grabbed an officer's gun and attempted to shoot himself with it, but since the safety was on and he was too upset to notice they were able to stop him before he could figure it out. His fingers are covered in ink and his cheeks are wet with tears and streaks from where he'd touched his face, most of it around his eyes as he'd wiped at them. You instantly take him by the hand and lead him to your place, his head down as he avoids any gazes although there are none, and when you're back at home you sit him down at your kitchen table and clean him up. He doesn't tell you what set all this off, and you don't ask, you know he'll speak when he's ready. When he's all cleaned up you just take him to bed and play white noise on your laptop, something that will clear his mind until the overexertion puts him to sleep. Once he's out, you return back to his place to gather up all the papers and tuck them safely away, knowing that he won't be ready to finally get rid of them but not wanting him to see them when he gets home again. You find him reaching for you in his sleep, and when he wakes up and feels you in his arms it brings him so quickly to tears he knows that he can never do this alone again. After that he always tells you when it gets bad, and you're always there to comfort him as he mumbles every bad thought in his head until he's clear again.

Love: Neither of you ever say the word out loud, both too afraid to scare the other off with it, but you feel it in everything you do. You feel it in the home cooked meals you make for him, in the way he keeps picking things up for you that remind him of you while he's out shopping, in the way he trusts you enough with a spare key to his home as you give him your own right back. You hear people say it all the time on the street or at work or in the movies you watch together, and it's always on the tip of your tongue, but he hasn't been loved in a long time, he isn't even sure if he parents still loved him when he finally got home after those three weeks, not when they'd already buried and mourned their little boy. So you don't say it, keep it locked up inside your mouth as it claws and screams to get out and tell him when you wake up and find him looking like an angel beside you. You wish you could erase every bad thing that'd ever happened to him, he never deserved any of it, but you also don't even dare to dream about the version of him he could've been when he's already perfect the way he is. He was never broken, he never needed to be fixed, but you think he might've fixed you with the way he presses his lips so gently against your bare skin, looks at you with eyes that whisper how perfect he thinks you are, even when you tell him everything that happened in your own life that made you think you didn't deserve his kindness. You're helping him plant flowers in his yard to replace the memories of what he'd buried there before, the grass still dead from when it'd all been dug up and left to gather snow and rain and other painful memories as he stared out his window at it. You're covered in dirt, and already you've slipped and landed hard on your butt and gotten mud on your favourite pair of jeans, and you aren't even sure if you'd grabbed flowers or vegetables as you stare at the labelless packets in your hands, and the words tumble out of his mouth all the same as he crouches down next to you. You almost miss it at first, he'd said it right as you tore a packet open and hoped for the best, but he repeats it just as easily as you turn to face him and ask what he'd said, and your tears fall into the pits along with everything else to help the area heal as you can finally say it back.

Music/Dancing: He doesn't listen to music often, sometimes the tunes remind him of songs he'd heard while he was captured, so you're careful with your music when you're together, just in case. Eventually, he finds some new stuff that sound like songs he might've liked before the Incident, and when you make him up a playlist of old songs that might've been his favourites you get to see what happy nostalgia looks like on him as he lights up and remembers a time before the poison. He isn't much of a dancer, whenever you try to get him to join you he just gives you a nervous smile and shakes his head, but sometimes you manage to get him to slow dance with you, with your head against his shoulder and his hands on your waist, an adult version of all the school dances he missed out in his fear.

Platonic: He's only ever had platonic relationships in his life, they were far and few between but until he meets you he never even considered anything more. Platonic is safe, it's normal, it's polite. It keeps people at a distance he thinks, no invitations to give or accept since he isn't dating the other person, he sees no need to get that close. He views these friends as acquaintances, just barely above strangers, people he knows the names of but isn't sure if he can fully trust after a lifetime of being alone. He knows you might be the one when he feels differently about you compared to the others, when he wants to call you his partner and not just his friend, although he doesn't believe you'd ever want the same, not with him.

Romantic: Once he gets a grasp of relationships and being wanted, he surprises you by being quite the romantic. It's all based on what he sees others do, having no actual experience with it as he fought with his trauma, so at first it's a lot of roses and pet names and hand holding, which is very nice coming from him, but you also want him to be more himself when he tries instead of just trying to act normal. You secretly urge him to do so by showing him your own version of romance, which is different from what he's gathered from others, and one night he admits to you that he doesn't know what to do because you're so different when it comes to your dates and what you clearly do want. You just kiss his forehead and tell him to show his love in the ways that feel right to him next time, not to everyone else, and the next date night you find a bunch of handpicked daisies along with a new stuffed animal for your growing collection, because he saw both on his way to work and they reminded him of you.

Smut: It doesn't happen often, but sometimes when his head is clear enough to allow himself to feel desire, which he tends to avoid because he's still getting used to innocent physical touch with you, he'll go over to your place and initiate things slowly and carefully. Your patience is endless with him on these nights, and sometimes it doesn't even go anywhere if he gets too overwhelmed, other times it's over before it begins because he's not used to this and every touch is too much and not enough at the same time. When you finally do sleep together, you spend the whole time making sure he feels safe and okay, and in the end he cries as you press gentle kisses all over his face and torso as he holds you so tight against him like he'll never let you go.

Spicy: Likewise, things aren't often spicy between you, but once he does become more okay with his own desires and knowing he has permission to touch you, he'll sneak in some neck kisses and press himself up against you just to hear you laugh. More often than not he eventually gets used to casual makeouts when you're over for movie night, and while it doesn't get far you feel satisfied enough to know he trusts you enough to let it physically show, even if it does make him blush if you mention it at all.

Sweet: As your dates come more often and you get the official title of Partner, you find that he really loves visiting new places with you that he always wanted to go to but never has. Sometimes it's as simple as the flower shop he drove by or the park on a non-busy day, and sometimes it's further places like the beach or even the aquarium in the next town. Sometimes it's even places he should've gone when he was a kid but missed out on because he couldn't afford it or didn't feel safe enough to go to, not without one of his parents there with him, and you love the look of joy on his face as he gets to experience mini golf and water parks and a live show in the park for the first time. You can't leave his side as he does, he can take care of himself for sure, he's done so for years, but having you there keeps that small part of him that thinks he'll be taken again at bay despite being a grown man and easily able to stop anyone who tries. It's the one part of him that refuses to acknowledge his growth and who he was now, but you find that going out and staying with him helps him forget just enough that it eases up on its own, and you're happy to receive a small dolphin plushie from one of his aquarium visits without you because he loves the calmness and beauty of the place.

Random (Dreams): He often has nightmares, which you completely understand once he reveals everything to you, but you don't understand how bad it is until the first time you spent the night. It took him forever to actually want to fall asleep, a million excuses for the two of you to stay up ready on his lips each time you felt yourself get sleepy, and you only get a couple hours in before he jerks so hard next to you that it wakes you instantly back up. His fits are subtle, the kick a bad one that doesn't come again, but you can see on his face how much pain he's in as he shifts and rolls and clutches at your blankets. You don't wake up until you notice that he's crying, his eyes wide and pupils blown in the dark as he looks for his attacker and sees you leaning over him instead. He hit you only once, clearly in self-defense as he almost slid right off the bed, and you don't raise your voice or try and stop him as he switches to cowering instead when you don't disappear. You give him space and let him realize that the reason he wasn't home was because he was with you, letting him catch up to everything as you whispered softly that he was okay, he was safe, they were long gone, and even though you didn't get to fall asleep until dawn you were perfectly fine with that as you turned the lights back up and just laid with him until the felt okay enough to pass out with the rising sun.

Unlisted (Healing): It took him a long time to be able to let go of his old habits, but it gets easier with each visit you find when there's a bunch of new stuffed animals waiting to find homes, his old room cleared of the bins and therefore no longer needing them. You took the first one, and together you dropped off the rest at a local shelter for the kids to pick through, and the next time you see one on his table you find out that it's for him, something he had as a child and wanted to have again now that he knew you'd support that. It takes even longer for the mazes to stop, but together you find that if he draws them on your skin and traces the way out it helps. The association with you and your softness and gentle words makes them less painful, comforting even since they're not stuffed into endless notebooks and covering his walls, and when he's done you let him wash it all away and kiss the places where they used to be, no more maze, he can go home. You find out that home slowly becomes anywhere he's with you as he holds your drying arm to his cheek and looks content instead of afraid.

[typicalopposite]

Thank you Melzzzz ( @onthewaytosomewhere ) for the tag 🫶🫶🫶

So I’m back on my WIP bs again… already!! 😂 this time with another mpreg (but it’s Tommy! Cause there aren’t enough floating around out there and the idea swooped me up and said “let’s go for a ride!”)

From Chapter Two | Chapter One on AO3

Eddie is able to keep the secret for two days. (Two! Days!) But… In his defense, he doesn’t tell Evan. He tells Chimney… which, in theory, might be worse.  Tommy opens the door to Eddie’s rapid fire apology, and Chimney behind him—eyes wide with wonder, holding his face with his mouth comically hanging open in awe. “I actually hate you…” Tommy deadpans at Eddie, stepping out of the way for them to come in.  “Oh my god, Jee is gonna have a little cousin,” Chimney exclaims, still smashing in on his cheeks. “This is so exciting!”  “Yeah, so exciting…” Tommy sighs, falling back onto the couch, a bottle of ginger ale, pack of tums, and some soda crackers within reach for when he needs one of (or all) three.  Chimney plops down right next to him, giving him a gentle nudge with his shoulder. “Come on, Tommy! You are growing a life inside you, man! That’s amazing! You’re gonna have a little baby to love and hold and kiss, and let me tell you… that is the most beautiful part! Seeing that precious little miracle you had a part in creating.”  What the fuck?!?  Tommy sniffles and wipes at his eyes. He definitely wasn’t expecting to be emotional during this visit but something about hearing the pregnancy called a miracle got to him. This was maybe the first time he actually considered that there is a real life little baby in there—in him—and the idea of being a dad, and Evan being a dad when they were already ready to take that next step suddenly seems more exciting than how terrifying the thought of being pregnant is.  “What the heck Chim, you made him cry!?” Eddie gasps, swatting Chimney’s arm.  “I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to make him feel better,” Chimney exclaims.  Tommy laughs, and wipes at his eyes some more, clearing away his tears. “I’m fine,” he says. “You— you actually did make me feel better, Howie. I’ve been sitting here these past couple days stressing about all the scary aspects of this, I never even thought about the good ones. So thank you.”  Chimney’s face bursts into a big bright (maybe a little smug) smile, which he directs towards Eddie. “See, I helped.” 

and now for some no pressure tags… (cause I wanna see all yalls stuff!)

@bucksxkinard (this is me begging you to share a little of your stuff 🫣) @30somethingautisticteacher @girlwonder-writes @kinardsevan @marvelousbuckley @mythicalamity 🤔 and just gonna leave it open for any and everyone who wants to join in! 🫶😁

[dudadragneel]

Hey Duda!!

Had a thought. What if Channie was laying in bed (working like the workaholic he is) but he had a belly ache? It would keep cramping and make him feel so nauseous, but he'd keep working because he has shit to do.

Maybe he'd keep a bucket by the side of his bed in case he did throw up? But who do you think would give him tummy rubs/hold his head while he's actively being sick?

I think he's the type to burp up wave after wave of sick, take a moment, spit, and then go back to whatever he was doing. He would only admit defeat if he couldn't look at his screen without feeling overwhelmingly sick.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts!

-🍋

Hello, dear 🍋!

I wrote something similar once, it's called "So close yet so far". But it was Channie x reader.

However, this one has its differences 🤔

If you don't mind, I'll write it as a drabble 😊

Stubborn.

Stupidly stubborn.

That was the most accurate description of Chan.

That man insisted on working no matter what, even if the world was about to end, he'd probably be working on his computer.

This time around, he was having stomach issues, due to work-related stress.

Yes. He was working himself to a stomach problem and insisted on the main cause.

He started off his day with some bad cramps on his abdomen and even getting up from the bed hurt. For a while, about 4 minutes, he couldn't even stand properly. Every time he tried to straighten his back, he felt a sharp pain on his middle.

"Oh fuck off"

He thought to himself.

He had work to do, well, he always did, but with an impending comeback, his workload doubled, tripled even. Now was not the time to take a break, not the time to get sick.

He tried going to the bathroom numerous times but to no avail.

And the worst of it all: the kids noticed something was wrong. But they knew better than to try to get him to talk and push the wrong button and end up making angry.

And Chan was incredibly scary when angry.

Every time he went to the bathroom he couldn't bring anything up but the nausea persisted as well as the cramps. That alone was making him mad.

Seeing that spending time inside the bathroom wasn't getting him anywhere he settled for bringing a bucket inside his bedroom and keep on working.

45 minutes of working proved to be enough to send his stomach over the edge.

The nausea increased tenfold and he felt a burning sensation and something rushing up his chest.

He suppressed a burp with his hand but was taken aback when it brought up a bit of bile. Out of instinct, he swallowed it back and that was when everything went wrong.

His stomach protested against that move and sent it's contents up his throat.

He was going to throw up. And his beloved computer was right in front of him. That one computer that contained their entire career, past, present and future.

He quickly tossed it aside and bend over the bed, grabbing the bucket and burping up a thick stream of chunky vomit.

Right after the first wave he started to cough, a wet and loud cough that triggered his stomach to expell even more food.

But the coughing insisted and it was getting too loud. Loud enough for the kids to hear.

The one who kept the others from entering their leader's room was Changbin. Chan didn't like people worrying about him and if all 7 of them decided to barge into his room to check on him, he'd be mad and it could even trigger a panic attack.

The rapper decided to enter the room alone to help his hyung, whether he wanted or not.

- Channie-hyung? I'm coming in.

- Don't-

Chan tried answering but the coughing didn't allow him.

Changbin entered the room and found Chan bent over the bucket almost falling inside it. He sat by his side on the bed and promptly held his hyung's forehead before he could actually dive inside the bucket.

- Aigoo~ hyung~

Changbin cooed, still holding his hyung's forehead and rubbing his back.

Chan burped up another thick wave of vomit and that was when Changbin noticed how the bucket was already half filled.

The older boy was holding himself up on the edge of the bed with one arm, while the other held the bucket close to him.

The wave that followed right after a wet burp was far more violent than the others and made him lose balance but thankfully Changbin held him.

He held Chan's torso while still supporting his head and the older one proceeded to burp another round of sick.

- Gosh, hyung. You're really sick. What happened?

- I don't know.

Lies.

He knew exactly what was wrong and he didn't want to tell Changbin because he himself didn't want to admit it.

He burped up another stream before his stomach had apparently emptied itself.

- I'm okay now, Bin-ah.

Chan answered propping himself up and leaning back on the bed.

Changbin wanted to insist on staying with his hyung or at least try to keep him from working on his computer but he didn't want to overstep the boundaries with his leader.

- You can go, Bin-ah, you need to enjoy the free time we have before the preparations for the comeback.

Changbin knew that if things got worse, Chan would most likely call for help, so he left.

And he was right.

Chan continued to work on the songs but changing screens all the time, going over and over the same beat again and just the noise overall became way too overwhelming. Even worse than before.

No matter how hard he tried, the nausea and the urge to vomit just wouldn't go away and it was starting to make him anxious.

He decided to text Changbin who promptly entered his hyung's bedroom and went to his side.

He put away the computer and helped Chan sit on the edge of the bed, placing the bucket on his leader's lap.

Chan's stomach didn't even hesitate, once he was sitting and he had a receptacle in hands, it contracted sending his lunch rushing up his throat.

He bent over as a wet burp made that come out hitting the bucket with a sickening sound.

Changbin rubbed his back as he proceeded to vomit once more, this time, inconveniently coming out of his nose as well.

- Oh gosh.

Chan said blowing his nose and spitting out some saliva before his stomach contracted again.

He lurched forward with such force that Changbin decided to place the bucket on the ground before it could get messy.

Chan burped up a thick stream of puke with bits of food, bending over even further. Changbin held his forehead again while his hyung proceeded to puke his guts out.

- Oh god, hyung. Did you eat something bad?

Chan just nodded a no and puked one more time at the sheer mention of food.

- Then, care to tell me what's going on?

Changbin asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He hated that Chan tried to keep things from the boys, especially when it came to his health.

- It's just stress.

- It's not "just" stress, hyung. You know how it can damage your health, you can't continue to keep these things from us. Come on, we're team remember? We're here to help each other out, why do you have to be the only one not allowing yourself to be helped?

The hint of annoyance in Changbin's voice turned into a shaky, sad one. In fact, there were tears forming in his eyes.

Chan looked up at him, and his heart broke.

- I'm sorry, Bin-ah. I'm really sorry. I'll let you guys take care of me. I promise. I'm sorry for worrying you.

He reassured his dongsaeng, pulling him closer so their foreheads were touching.

That simple touch comforted both of them. It was everything they both needed at that moment.

- Hyung...your breath stinks.

Changbin said laughing and earning an honest laugh from Chan.

The younger boy helped him brush his teeth and then go back to bed so he could rest.

But as soon as Chan touched his computer, Changbin snatched it from him.

- No. You're not touching this again today.

- I just need to see if the files are all saved.

He said pleading and laughing a bit nervously.

- They are, hyung. I checked it. Now try to get some sleep. This computer is coming to my room.

Changbin said with a playful tone and hugging Chan's precious computer.

Chan just admitted defeat and let Changbin take his dear possession with him, as well as be taken care of for the rest of the day.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

🪓 Nerdy Prudes Must Die - Some Thoughts 🪓

I decided to rewatch NPMD (second day in a row 🙈) and wanted to write down some random thoughts and reactions because why the fuck not 😌

‼️ SPOILERS FOR NPMD BELOW ‼️

I loved this show from the second it started omg I love things about murder 🤭

“Riiiiichie… Riiiiiichie…” — kind of gave off IT vibes ngl

They really killed off Jon Matteson’s nerd character in the first 35 seconds 💀

“They twisted his nipples off 🤣” - WHY WAS HE SO HAPPY ABOUT IT

THE PROJECTION OF THE TITLE IN THE VICTIM’S BLOOD, STARKID HAD HELLA BUDGET FOR THIS SHOW 🙌🏻

“🎵I’m dead…the blood is arbitrating from my head🎵” needs to become a trending TikTok sound or something oh my fucking gOD

LAUREN YOU QUEEN 🙌🏻👏🏻 also living for that fucking wig

MARIAHHHHHHH 🎵❤️

Definitely felt the “High School is Killin’ Me” “I’m so fucking dead” in my soul even though I’m a full ass adult now

“I was deep in a Twitter fight about a problematic puppy” ROFL OMFG

Joey as Peter Spankoffski 😭👏🏻

ANGELA AS GRACE CHASITY HELL FUCKIN YEAH SHE IS EATING THIS PART UP

We all knew someone at school who snitched to the teachers lbh 💀

“So you don’t wanna be bullied?” “No, I wanna be invisible.” “…then why do you come to public school dressed in suspenders and a fucking bow tie?” - PLEAAAASE 💀🤣

MICRO-PETER 😂💀

Joey taking off his glasses and going “oh god” under his breath, “IT’S NOT ACTUALLY A MICROPENIS”… oh he ATE the role, R*bert who?!?

“My titties are tenderised” - I MEAN SAME BUT-?!?

“I didn’t know you were funny.” “Neither did I.” “I like funny guys.” — I AM SORRY BUT IM ALREADY SHIPPING HARD

Actually obsessed with Richie’s hair and outfit like I can’t explain it other than I’m obsessed

IT’S MAX JÄGERMAN

“Ohh well there’s a difference between intent and impact - I learnt that at an anti bullying assembly last month, FUCK NUGGET” took me off guard tbh like I know I’m tired and easily surprised but still 🤭

GRACE CHASITY PROTESTING THE CO-ED HOMECOMING DANCE I CANNOT-

Jägerman is literally the archetype of the school bully jock who peaked in high school like omg but also he’s into Grace?!?!

“I run laps in the gym and I don’t want to slip on any SPUNK” - FUCKING HELL

“Can I carry your books for you?” “Carry my books? 🤢 I don’t think either of us are ready for that, I mean we’re only 18!”

“My little dirty girl.” — 😳😲😮‍💨

“I am only one man’s girl, Max, and his name is Jesus Christ!” — IM FUCKING HOWLING ANGELA KILLED THE DELIVERY OF THAT LINE I CANT-

“I’m a literal monster!” - oh so Max is self aware then 🤔

“This is politics, Stephanie 🙄 learn to multitask!”

I love that Starkid keep casting Corey as Mariah’s dad?!?

Stephanie is apparently her father’s “October surprise”… so her birthday is in October, like Hannah Foster’s? 🤔

“Stephanie, please, I’d like to have an intelligent conversation with you - in other words, shut up” - DAMN WHAT A BURN

NOOO NOT HER PHONE 😰 (I am also addicted to my phone so I get it lol)

NOT STEPHANIE THROWING HER HAND BETWEEN HER PHONE AND THE HAMMER OMFG (same though)

Mayor Lauter really said “I don’t give a shit if you lie, steal or cheat to get your grades up, just don’t get caught” - spoken like a true politician

“How am I supposed to study without listening to Spotify?!?” probably should not have resonated with me like it did 🤭

Peter trying to make a joke and Richie and Ruth not getting it is so relatable tbh

I’m obsessed with Ruth’s mushroom jumper tbh

“I just want someone to touch me… anyone, PLEASE” — ROFL (same girl)

“What was it like when she touched your arm?… DID YOU CUM?!?” — 💀💀💀💀

“You and Steph, it’s a fantasy - like a boy and his anime love pillows. It’s a beautiful dream, but I’ll never hold the real Rei or Asuka in my arms.” — I AM PISSING MYSELF LAUGHING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

“I’m such a loser, telemarketers hang up on me” 💀😭

DID RICHIE JUST FUCKING SAY “NANI!” JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I CANT DEAL WITH THIS SHOW 🤣

Richie and Ruth climbing Pete like a tree and demanding to know what Stephanie is saying is so ridiculously funny 😆

“Really, Ruth? A Star Wars analogy? Need I go into why Attack on Titan is superior in every possible way?” — STARKID UNDERSTAND THE NERDS I LOVE IT

“You’re telling me I gotta be funny again?!? I didn’t do it on purpose the first time!”

“Pete, you’ve been given a once in a lifetime opportunity - someone’s willing to tolerate your presence for a whole evening! This may never happen again!” — damn wish that would happen to me 😭🙈

Not Pete getting a boner during “Cool as I think I am” 🙈

Nooooo not Max finding Pete before he could go into the restaurant to meet Stephanie 😭

“I’m sick of your ssshhhhit!” — YES PETEY STAND UP TO HIM

The fact Max said “Rendezvous” as “Randay-Voose” 💀

The way it transitioned from “say your prayers” to the Chasity family going “AMEN” was PERFECTION

Grace’s father referring to his wife as “mother” is…something 💀

“He came up to me in the hallway and he asked if he could carry my books.” “Oh, Mark - I didn’t know that sort of thing happened at Hatchetfield High! Do you think you should call the boy’s father?” — ?!?!?!

“Mom, will you pass the butt stuff? The butter. Butter. Will you pass the butter? (Chuckles nervously) I just want some head and butter. BREAD! Bread! Bread and butt-sex to go with this big shaft of meat I’m gonna choke down. Oh boy…oh criminy!” - THE SCREECH I GAVE WAS UNHOLY

“I’ve just got some butterflies in my tummy; and they’re flying REAL low today” 😭💀🙈

GRACE FANTASISING ABOUT MAX IN THE BATH I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS

“Brewing up a big ol’ pot of dirty girl soup” - ABSOLUTELY NOT 💀

HES FUCKING SHIRTLESS WHAT THE FUCK-

“Everyone’s got their secrets, and this one’s mine. I love… Jesus! 😃” - this was when I definitely knew she was fantasising because ain’t no fucking way-

WAS THE DIRTY GIRL SONG SUPPOSED TO BE VIEWED AS HOT BECAUSE I AM VERY FLUSTERED AND CONFUSED AND TOTALLY VIBING WITH THE TUNE

🎵 DIRTY DIRTY GIRL WON’T YOU PRAY FOR ME🎵

You see, if Christian parents didn’t repress their teenager’s hormones and sexuality then MAYBE their teenagers wouldn’t resort to murder 🙃

Grace’s dad saying he’s going to get the plunger when she said she was doing a big poop 😭💀

Grace really thinks that impure thoughts only happen after marriage and I almost envy her innocence

“Money isn’t everything… looks are.” - yeah no that about sums people up in this day and age 😑

“We thought you were waifu material, but you’re just a bully” — NOT WAIFU MATERIAL 💀

PETE’S BLACK EYE NOOOO 😭🥺

Grace is kind of a psychopath and I’m loving that for her tbh

“I’m not comfortable with the plan if it involves that kind of language” but she’s comfortable with filming someone getting terrified and pissing their pants 💀

The “the place is not structurally sound” comment was DEFINITELY foreshadowing

“I get pus in my pits!” Jesus ☠️

🎵🤌🏻we’re gonna bully the bully🤌🏻🎵

“We’re gonna cut off his nips!” - what is with the obsession with n!pples in this show 😳

I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WHEN THEY TALKED ABOUT KEEPING THE BEANS COOL

“You’re like super nice to me 😀” “…not really. I’m just doing the bare minimum here.” “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” “Oh, that’s sad!” — 😂😅🤣

“Okay, Richie, be honest… Am I reading as ghost or Lin Manuel Miranda” — OH FUCKING GOD IM CACKLING

“You kinda look like that homeless guy from downtown” 💀 FOURTH WALL BREAK?!?

Max must be VERY drunk because ain’t no way he thought Pete was a ghost or Ruth was actually a skeleton 💀

“Grace, we gotta abort the plan, it’s not working!” “It’s working for me, he’s so violent! 😍”

Not Max actually being touched by them putting this whole thing together for him 💀 very much giving off himbo vibes and I love him for that

MAX FELL THREE STOREYS

Oh my GOD THE FUCKING MAKE UP ON MAX FOR HIS DEATH SCENE HOLY SHIT

“NERDY! PRUDES! MUST! DIE!” — oh hey it’s the name of the show! 😃 And also it was written on the wall in… oh 😳

“I did get a lot of incriminating footage of us luring him here with malicious intent!” - uh oh

“My god! We’re going to jail! And with my luck, no one will even bother making me their bitch!” — PLEASE 💀

“It wasn’t murder, and it wasn’t an accident… it was an act of God! 😇” - Grace is UNHINGED

“No more tickling in our mommy spots!” - OUR WHAT SPOTS?!?

“🎵🤌🏻 We’re gonna bury the body! 🤌🏻🎵”

“Oh no she’s snapping again”

“I just cut off his nips 😌” - again with the nips?!?

DAN AND DONNA 😃😃😃

“Two weeks of heartache” - cut to all of his classmates happy without his influence 💀

STEPH PASSED THE TEST! 😃

“Ya know, this is really your C+.” “Oh Steph… you can keep it. It’d really bring down my GPA.”

Steph asking Pete out to the football game 🥹😁 we love to see it!

GO GO NIGHTHAWKS! 😃🦅 (I know it’s an eagle emoji there’s no hawk emoji 🙈)

“N, I-G, H-T… *squawk squawk* Ks!” 👏🏻🙌🏻

Richie is the team mascot and they wanted/needed him in the huddle 🥹

They apologised for bullying him 😭👏🏻

“And we’d like to apologise in advance for if Max ever comes back, ‘cause we’ll probably go right back to doing it”

“Fuck Clivesdale! Fuck ‘em straight to hell! Assholes!” — AGREED! 👏🏻

I’m 90% sure Jon actually struggled with taking that mascot top off but it worked well with the scene so 😌

“I love being alive! 😃” — oh he’s so about to fucking die, isn’t he?

IT’S MAX CALLING FOR RICHIE HES BACK FROM THE DEAD

MAX’S COSTUME/MAKE UP IS AMAZING OH MY GOD 😌💅🏻

“Should’ve joined the smoke club you nerdy prude” — ANOTHER SMOKE CLUB REFERENCE

Every song on this soundtrack fucking slaps I LOVE IT

There’s not very many men that can pull off being absolutely absolutely fucking terrifying while dancing and singing across the stage but Will Branner managed it so kudos to him

The bit where Richie was repeating what Max said (“who will pray for me? When I’m gone?”) was INSANELY GOOD

“What did they find? You don’t say…you don’t say!” “What’d they find, dad?” “They didn’t say” - 💀

“Oh heck… I’m so hecking fudged”

“*relieved* Oh well we don’t know anything about that one!” “Or ANY one!”

“Maybe it’s a coincidence. People tell me to die every day!” — Okay why is Ruth kind of me 😭

THE FUCKING CAMEOS IN “HATCHET TOWN” ASDFGHJKL?!?! ZIGGY?! MAN IN A HURRY?!? GERALD MONROE?!?

“Ohhh I remember before the lockdown” - yeah me too 😅

THE BARBECUE MONOLOGUES GOT ME HOLLERING 💀

Ruth walking onto the stage and into the spotlight 🥺 literally she was me this whole scene omg I relate so hard to most of what she said ASDFGHJKL

Lauren ATE that song up by the way

MAX KILLED HER BY WEDGIE-ING HER IN TWO AND THEN PUT THE PANTS OVER HER HEAD WHAT THE FUCK MAX 😭

Him telling her to “project” so those in the back row could hear her triggered me so bad as an actor omg 😳

Grace really accusing the entirety of Clivesdale 💀

As soon as the WWJD bracelet was brought up I KNEW what was going on 😭

“Who’s plan was it, Grace?” “It was God’s plan! And now he’s leaving me out to dry! Do something, you son of a bitch!” 💀😅🤣

Grace has lost her fucking SHIT and I fully support that for her

“Show Me Your Hands” musical refrain?!

BEANIES?!? PAUL AND EMMA?!? 😭😭😭 ITS FUCKING PAUL AND EMMA I CANNOT-

“Cup of roasted coffee” refrain too?!?

PAUL GAVE EMMA HIS NUMBER 😭❤️

PAUL + EMMA IN EVERY SINGLE TIMELINE, EVERY SINGLE UNIVERSE-

“EXCUSE ME I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND I STILL HAVE NOT RECIEVED MY GODDAMN HOT CHOCOLATE” 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀😂😂😂😂😂 I FUCKKING CANT IM DONE

🎵”Don’t need a lover boy need a lover man / sure I’m a sapiosexual and you’re intellectual but I’ll cut my lover losses when I can” 🎵 — this song goes so hard omg

Grace pushing between them and shouting “leave room for Jesus!” 💀

“Do we need to get ahold of Ruth?” “Good luck getting ahold of her. Does your phone pls cover calls to hell?” “…Hell?” “She’s bisexual and dead, where else would she be?!?” — 💀

Grace whipping out the gun and telling Steph to cool her beans was so iconic of her

“(Canadian accent) ‘Cause if I’m going down, you hosers comin’ with me, eh” — OH MY FUCKING GOD

Doesn’t shock me a cop would arrest Paul for zero fucking reason, fuck the police 💀

“All I wanted was to be a regular girl with no sexual desire until she was safely married 😭” the FUCK-

“Don’t comfort her, she’s fuckin’ weird” 💀

“I don’t give a shit who you kill - but you just had to go and do it in that house, didn’t you?” — Mayor Lauter really said “murder is fine but NOT in that specific house, you fucking idiots”

THE LORDS IN BLACK?!? 😃 WIGGLY AND BLINKY AND POKEY AND NIBBLY AND TINKY?!?!? FUCK YEAAAAHH

“She gave me head in her car - check it out!” *throws Miss Tessburger’s head onstage* — BRO THE FUCK

WELP I GUESS MAYOR LAUTER IS DEAD THEN?!?

“Detective Shapiro, are you a woman of faith?” “Catholic.” “I’ll take that as a no” — THE FUCK GRACE 😑

They’re really about to summon five otherworldly entities who are evil I’m-

The Summoning screams CRACK and I’m living for it

“Hello Fwendy-Wends” - SCREAMING LITERALLY FUCKING SCREAMING

“WE DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR PHONE” TOOK ME OUT ASDFGHJKL

SHE CHERISHES PETE 😭

“Pay the price or fuck off” 💀

Can I just say that I need would love a show specifically just about the Lords in Black fucking about and it’s Jon the whole time as Wiggly exactly as he was during the Summoning scene because that was AMAZING IM SHAKING-

The fact Pete cherishes Steph and she cherishes him oh my hEART 😭

“Hey Steph, if things were different, would you wanna come to homecoming with me?” “I’d like that, Pete. I’d really like that.” - SHUT THE FUCK UP NO 😭😭😭

Not Max saving Pete from being shot 💀

“So you do know the Bible!” — GRACE OMG IM SCREECHING HELP

“But Jesus never threw a football like you, Max” - WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

Max being confused about what dirty girl soup is and then being turned on when she explains 😭💀

“Take me, Max, right here on the 50 yard line!” — oh dear gOD

Max’s struggle over whether to kill Steph and Pete or whether to bang Grace omfg 😭😅

THE NOISES OFF STAGE OMFG WTAF 😭💀😂😅🤣

Grace got Max kicking his feet, twirling his hair, after one shag, just like a teenage girl 💀 I’m crying so hard with laughter I can’t cope with it-

GRACE GAVE HIM HER CHASTITY AND SACRIFICED WHAT SHE CHERISHED MOST ASDFGHJKL

PETE AND STEPHANIE AT HOMECOMING TOGETHER ASDFGHJKL ✨T H E M ✨

Grace choosing not to get the dance cancelled and she brought a date?!? That’s character development! 😀

She let Jason walk her home?!? O_o and then asked him to kiss her?!?!

“That was… absolutely disgusting! Really, Jason?!? Kissing on the first date?!?” Oh noooo 💀

“You’re a dirty perv, Jason”

SHES GOT THE FUCKING BLACK BOOK IS SHE SUMMONING THEM AGAIN

🎵DIRTY DUDES MUST DIE🎵

Well thIS TOOK A FUCKING TURN DAMN

Anyway, 11/10, immaculate, amazing, incredible, show-stopping, would recommend to everyone of course and will definitely be rewatching it a LOT 🪓

[destinyc1020]

I'm sorry, but I'm laughing at "the embodiment of a couple who don't care for each other" 😂🤣😂🤣

I didn't know you have to be always cheesing, smiling, holding hands and hugging to be considered a happy couple. Tom has always had a resting bitch face in pap pics.

Besides, after all we discovered about Z being cyberstalked by that mad man, I would completely understand if they want tone down public pda a little bit

Giiiiirlllll.... The jokes write themselves rofl 🤣 😂

BTW, I saw those pics that the other Anon was talking about, and Tom and Zendaya looked FINE. Z looked like she was suffering from allergies lol, but they seemed connected, and were actually talking to each other while walking the dog. They were caught mid-sentence in conversation with each other... how do ppl expect them to look? 😆

At least they look like they TALK with each other rofl 🤣

Plus, do ppl ever put things in perspective??? Z was JUST at Tom's show the other night, and she was cheesing and taking photos of Tom while inside of the car, like a proud gf... And NOW, all of a sudden, we're supposed to believe that a couple that has always looked in love with each other (even when they were hiding their rlshp), have moved in together overseas, and broke up and then got back with each other and have now been dating each other LONGER than they were the first time, are suddenly on the rocks?? 🤔

I swear, that one gave me a good laugh today rofl 🤣

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Sakusa's Wife:

YN is Pregnant

Sakusa Kiyoomi featuring MSBY x Pregnant Female! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: Swearing, territorial Sakusa, unwanted touching

A/N: This is an anon request! I've been a certain mood lately so I've been writing alot of fluff vs angst. But never fear my period is approaching so the angst will be coming 😅

Congratulations YN 🎉 you've married into the MSBY family 🙌🏻

Or maybe we should send our condolences???

I mean you did marry Sakusa so like that's a plus right 😅

SIX FOOT FOUR INCH SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Please you probably put his height on your wedding invites 🤣

Anyways, you and Kiyoomi have been married a few years now and finally decided it was time to grow your little family 🥰

Anyways, alot of "practice" later and BOOM you're pregnant 🥳

Kiyoomi will probably be very neutral on his reaction

Literally don't expect much from him

but BUT he's excited on the inside ok!

Literally he thinks you are the absolute cutest when it comes to being pregnant

Like at first, he doesn't get it

You rub your stomach only like there's really not much of a distinguished bump there 🤨

He probably thinks it's a instinct thing or something

If you end up having morning sickness 😬 sorry YN he isn't much help

I mean, he's like a support from the sidelines, bringing you things to help calm your stomach or even googling home remedies

But he will not be right next to you holding your hair 🤚🏻 sorry love you are on your own there

However he will go to every single appointment with you

At first, they are kind of boring #hardfacts

You found out around 6 weeks, so the first one was more informative than anything and the second one wasn't anything exciting either....

UNTIL 👀 the doctor brought out the doppler

Now you are roughly 10-11 weeks now, and you're doctor suggests they try to find the heartbeat

Kiyoomi sits back as you pull your pants down and the doctor puts the doppler on your stomach

Then you hear it 🥺

The little "thud thud" of your sweet babies heartbeat

Now this is what gets Kiyoomi

Literally that little freaking heartbeat just solidifies something in him

He falls more in love with you and your baby

As you grow, he loves watching you put lotion on your expanding belly

"Kiyoomi do you think I look fat?"- You speaking the question no man ever wants to hear 😬

Kiyoomi rn 👉🏻😐😳

You turn to look at him

Kiyoomi 👉🏻😰 "babe you're pregnant with our baby, you look perfect"

You 👉🏻🥺 really?

Kiyoomi gets out of bed and comes behind you, hugging you and placing his big hands on your belly

"Babe I love you so much and you look fantastic! Thank you for growing our baby"- Kiyoomi

You 👉🏻🥺😭😭😭

Those darn hormones 😅

Anyways, the weeks go by and soon you and Kiyoomi find out you're having....

A.....

🥁 🥁 🥁

Baby BOY 👶🏻

You begin shopping and setting up the nursery

Kiyoomi is a huge help!

Mans does his research 👏🏻

Literally he will find the best car seat, best crib, best everything for his son

He also caters to you

Literally this man will book you pre-natal massages because you once said your back hurt 🤣

Now the unfortunate thing is that you did not really plan this pregnancy that well

You actually thought it would take you a while to get pregnant

But surprise! 🙃

So unfortunately, Kiyoomi is gone alot and at the gym most days preparing for the opening season

You are lucky enough to have a flexible schedule so you often visit your husband and bring him and the team lunch

You are about 33 weeks now

I know, MASSIVE timeskip but keep up 👏🏻

Anyways you waddle your adorable belly into the gym carrying food for an entire army

Or one very large Volleyball team 🤔

Meian sees you and immediately the man RUNS 🏃‍♂️ to help you

"God YN be careful!" He scolds

You 👉🏻 🧍‍♀️ hello to you too-

"Jesus YN smuggling a volleyball into practice or what?"- Inunaki jokes as you roll your eyes

"YN'S HERE!"- Hinata and Bokuto both scream, bouncing up to you as suddenly your husband blocks their path ✋🏻

"Touch my wife and I will give you both massive concussions," he growls as Hinata and Bokuto practically stop mid-air

You just shake your head as Atsumu comes up from besides you, extending his arm for a hug

You go to reciprocate said hug but Kiyoomi again blocks you

Mans cock blocks a Sumu hug 😐😑

"Kiyoomi!" You say from behind him as he glares at Sumu

"YN is carrying my child Atsumu, be careful!" He scolds as you just roll your eyes

Please YN he's so protective 😭

You go to set up the guys lunch as Kiyoomi literally hoovers over you

"YN maybe you should sit down, you've been standing alot," he says

You 👉🏻🙄

"I'm fine Kiyoomi! Plus the doctor said it's good for me to walk around. And this little boy has been kicking my ribs like crazy and the doctor said movement can put them to sleep!" You say smiling and ignoring your husband

After you finished, he will literally grab you and drag you to a chair, grabbing another one to put your feet under

"Kiyoomi! I said I'm ok!" You pout as he glares at you

"Babe you need to rest, I know you don't sleep good at night so I know you're exhausted!" He scolds

"Man Omi you don't let YN do anything fun," Atsumu teases as Kiyoomi glares at him

"I'm just being cautious!" he says ignoring Sumu like he always does 😅

After the teams break, you pack up and begin to ready yourself to leave

You are getting ready to walk out when you see a random woman standing at the door

You grab your bag, waddling over to her to see if she needs help

"Hello there, can I help you?" You ask politely

"Oh my, look at you! Such a gorgeous young lady and oh my, pregnant? You are absolutely glowing!" she gushes

You smile and nod, "thank you, it's my husband and my first baby!"

"Oh my! Look how big you are! You must be ready to pop anyday now!" She exclaimed

Now you still had no idea who this woman was, nor what she was doing in a random gymnasium

Like how odd 😅

You didn't particularly like people making comments about how big you were

Like 1) it's rude 2) you're growing a whole ass human!!!

Never make comments on anyone's size ok, it's common sense 🙄

Anyways, before you can respond, it happens

She extends her hand and it lands right on your stomach

You 👉🏻😳 ummm...

This was the first time some random person had touched your belly and honestly, it was weird to say the least 😬

Like it would be one thing for the person to ask but like who thinks it's a good idea to just touch someone's belly??

Again don't do this

"No no don't touch me there, this is my no no square!" 🙅‍♀️

Anyways, you are literally like 😳 🧍‍♀️

Poor yn doesn't know how to react honestly

Well it's a good thing your husband doesn't have that problem 🙃

"DO NOT TOUCH MY WIFE'S STOMACH"- he booms from beside you, grabbing the woman's hand off your stomach and removing it

"Oh my," she gasps as you snap from your shock 😳

"Ummm- this is MSBY's gym ma'am, if you need help finding something, the main office is down the hall," you say as the woman slowly backs away

Here eyes wide and scared as Kiyoomi looms over you

"Th-thank you miss and I apologize!" she said quickly walking away as Kiyoomi glares

"Are you ok YN?" He asks, turning to you

"Yeah I'm good just kind of shocked that just happened," you said, absently rubbing your belly

"I'm sorry that happened YN, but remember you can tell anyone you don't consent to them touching you," he said as you nodded

You turned to hug him, kissing him as your belly pressed between you both

You felt your son kick, Kiyoomi smiling down as he rubbed your stomach

"Dont kick me kid, you should have kicked that lady!" he chuckled as you laughed

Yeah he's a keeper YN 🥰

[yourlocalrandominqms]

You introduce Melly to winnie the Pooh (your pet bear)

Melly and you met while she was observing the bees 🐝🐝🐝 pollinating flowers... 🌺🐝💨 Girl was SPOOKED 😰 when you came out of the bushes 🌵 Holding up honey 🍯 Girl definitely rose a brow at your sudden appearance (It's true, I was Melly's veil) 🤨 You notice her STARING 🤔 which made you feel... Weird cuz, uhm... You weren't supposed to look like a hobo 😃 coming out of nowhere with sticks and leaves in your hair, acting like you were bear grylls, minus the fact that you looked ✨QUESTIONABLE✨ Coming out nowhere, looking all sneaky 👻 like that...

You awkwardly asked for directions to the forest's exit, while trying not to look EMBARAZZED 😔 for thinking you were the only one in the forest... 🌲🌲🌲 Girl,,, Luckily, miss gurl was willing to LOOK past that and gave you directions just like you asked. Ah, Melly you are an angel 😇 You thanked her and handed her some interesting 🤔🤔🤔 set of insects... You revealed to her about your secret career of being a bug catcher 🦟 You refused to elaborate and left. Now, you DEFINETELY caught Melly's EYE 👁

The next time you two meet, the QUEEN was at your POOKS territory... 🐻🏡 The way you immediately DASHED over to her 🏃‍♀️💨 like you was Sonic ⚡ Warning her about entering bear territory. Needless to say... You and Melly became a reoccurring visitor in the forest after that... With you touring her around spots where you show her different types of insects, and her being MYSTERIOUS but like, also sharing a thing or two about her being an Entomologist. You two were now practically BESTIES! 🤝 except for the fact she wasn't saying stuff about herself much 🤐🤐🤐

Since you both have reached to that point, you decided to finally introduce her to your Pookie bear, an actual bear 🐻 Girlie was not convinced that the bear was tame... 💔 But you managed to prove her wrong that she ended up sharing her ability to make bees obey her as well... Making you impulsively ask if the bees can be like pixie dust 🧚‍♀️ Girl did not get the reference. And she was not impressed AT ALL 😐 But you decided to explain and she ended up following your idea, making the iconic "She was a fairy 🧚‍♀️" moment...

The day ended with bear, bees, you, and Melly walking around, as if ya'll were going to have a pokemon battle with one another due to the fact they were following you guys around... 🐾🐾🐾 She mentions about receiving letter from an unknown manor, asking you if you knew anything about the manor. You mentioned receiving a similar letter as well. But decided on not going. You learned she decided to go weeks later after not seeing her in the forest for awhile. You didn't want to go to the manor, having multitude of reasons why not to; You didn't explain or elaborate to her about the ongoing rumors and the experience of a friend who once went in the manor. An: First post! But like, I ended up writing an Half crack half serious type of post lmao but look forward to the next installment! (Either a new part or a different one because the 🧠 is not braining rn...) TOODLES! 🥰

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Hiii Mickey! B4 I request smt I just wanna congratulate you on 500 (u deserve sm more) your writing is literally heaven. Shakespeare who? 🤔 Anyway, b4 I completely forget what I came to request and start yapping on about how ur a literature god, may I pls req jealously hc on SitH characters?

Sincerely,

friedrichswifegirlfriendfiancesidechick

── SOMEBODY'S JEALOUS!

Synopsis: Headcanons about how some of the SitH boys act when they are jealous.

Event Masterlist

Pairing: Colt x Reader, Friedrich x Reader, Hadrian x Reader, Marek x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Content Warnings: 3/4 of these characters are ocs from a specific fic i wrote so that ig?? also friedrich is a menace but what's new

A/N: you're too sweet anon AHAH thank you so much!! i can't believe you like sith sm that you want to request for it...that's actually so crazy to me but means sm thank you again!! i wasn't sure which characters you wanted so i just did my favs hehe

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.

Colt Grice

i think he would be the pouty type of jealous if that makes sense

like he's not going to say anything outright but he lowkey acts like a child

becomes super clingy in the moment

afterwards is all like "why don't you love me anymore 🙁"

"what does he have that i don't 🙁🙁🙁”

he's cute about it though like you can't even be mad at him because he's genuinely so worried that you like this other person more

definitely would try not to make it your problem though like he recognizes that it's his own issue to deal with so he's not going to get upset with you just for talking to someone

will probably refer to himself as your boyfriend in front of whoever he's jealous of just so that they know their place and he WILL be petty about it

he's a pretty chill guy overall so i don't think he would be too horrible but he definitely has his moments of insecurity and doubt

would not hesitate to fight a man if you expressed that you were majorly uncomfortable though. he literally goes to the gym JUST to be able to beat a man up if necessary

otherwise though he trusts you to handle it

just be prepared for him to be extra affectionate afterwards

Friedrich Visser

unlike his best friend he turns into a supervillain if he's jealous

like friedrich 99% of the time is this sweet, adoring boyfriend (setting aside how sassy he is and how much he definitely teases you)

he jokes around a lot and is relatively unserious most of the time so you literally get whiplash when a guy starts flirting with you and all of a sudden your goofy bf is replaced with his evil twin

he's very tall and he will use that to full effect

modern au friedrich is a boxer so he gets bonus intimidation points for that and canon friedrich is a warrior candidate so at that point any guy might as well give up LMAOAO

he's also creepy looking (STILL HANDSOME GUYS I PROMISE HE'S HANDSOME HE JUST HAS A CREEPY VIBE TO HIM THAT FREAKS PEOPLE OUT) and normally he wishes he was more approachable but now?? it's exactly what he needs

he'll start whispering quietly in a foreign language and the person thinks he's cursing their bloodline (he's literally just reciting the irregular verbs in the preterite tense in spanish)

a glarer. he has a crazy death stare and he will take advantage of it

creates such an inhospitable atmosphere that the person literally just runs away out of fear

then he's back to his regular self and asks if you want a sweet treat or something

he's paying ofc because he's the best boyfriend in the world and you could never dream of wanting someone else. right??? 🤨🤨🤨

Hadrian Amata

to be honest i cannot see him being jealous or at least acting like he is

he is far and away the most emotionally mature person on this list (and probably in the entire sith-verse tbh)

like if someone is hitting on you he'll literally agree with them and tell them he thinks you’re pretty too

he might hold your hand or hug you or something in front of them just so that they leave you alone, but that's about the extent of it i think

he’s not a pushover though. if someone isn't taking a hint he will tell them to leave and then escort you away himself because he doesn't want you to have to deal with that kind of bs

he was raised with a sister so he knows better than to be possessive or controlling

he wouldn't want someone treating xanthe like that so he's not about to treat you like that yk??

major green flag but that was to be expected from him

Marek Birdwhistle

this depends on what universe we're looking at

if it's a modern au where he doesn't get scarred or pre-athyae then he's funny and lighthearted about it

he is canonically the best looking character in the story (besides y/n) pre-athyae incident so if we're talking about a world where he doesn't get tortured and whatnot then honestly just the sight of him near you will be enough for people to back off

like no wayyy are they flirting with you when MAREK BIRDWHISTLE is right there

honestly you might be the one who gets jealous i bet he gets mad bitches 😭

but he pretty much ignores all of them...he only really has eyes for you so although he's friendly to anyone he'll (very politely) reject anyone who makes serious moves

if someone does have the guts to approach you he'll lowkey judge them

he's going to be subtle about it but he won't hesitate to point out their flaws and ruin their self-confidence

now if this is in canon, especially post-athyae...i don't think he gets jealous necessarily because he literally just hates himself so much that it would only make sense if you want someone else

i’m not going to describe his injuries in this because they're pretty horrific and you’ve all read the chapter but yeah. he genuinely does not believe that you love him when he looks like that

he went from constantly being praised for being handsome to people being horrified by half of his face (which is generally kept bandaged but still) so it is a HUGE change for him

he would require reassurance that you are with him for more than just his appearance and that you don't find him hideous at all

omg pls be nice to him fr he deserves better i think the only characters who can claim to be treated as poorly by the narrative as him are the haas twins 😔

[iamamythologicalcreature]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

(Not like I need the assistance, but I'm so thrilled to be thought of as a writer that I'm totally doing this.)

Thank you so much for the invites @aristocratic-otter, @bookish-bogwitch, @shrekgogurt, @ic3-que3n, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @drowninginships, @best--dress, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @monbons, @thewholelemon, @whatevertheweather, and @youarenevertooold! (I think I might be the last one in the 'verse doing this, but that won't stop me from tagging more people at the end.) I've loved reading everyone's answers!

Okay. Here we go. I am absolutely using my flimsy claim to authorhood to answer these. >.>

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

The Haunting of Simon Snow

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Construction Worker!Simon + haunted manor house = a most interesting summer job

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Well, it's a ghost story. You can draw some conclusions from that.

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

A Victorian's Gothic

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

It sure as hell better be Haunting. I mean, my goodness, it's looped around my brain like a too-patient boa constrictor, just sloooowly squeezing.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

snowbaz.scriv is my catch-all Scrivener file for all ficcy things

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

There’s a person that I used to be. Magic I used to hold, magic that held me. I have done everything I can to forget that feeling, because it was never supposed to be mine. I was never magic. He’s magic. He’s magic, and I can almost touch him. He’s magic, and he can almost hold me. I live on the edge of almost all the time, so that’s enough. (It’s never enough.)

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

This was originally planned as a story written in letters. (Doing that with something else, now, and it works way better in a different story.)

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I'm going to stick to snowbaz fanfic for this, because if I broaden it any further, this list will instantly become quite long. (I have a lot of original story ideas.) For snowbaz, though? Well, there's the one I'm planning for COTTA. There are a couple AU's that I've written way too many notes on. And then a Fangirl crossover fic that I sincerely hope to someday write. (Technically I started it, but only a few hundred words at this point.)

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

Actively? One. Maybe two. Kinda thinking two, but the second one is new and more of a game at this point, so we'll see. (Not quite so actively I also have my Baz fic, my "Silence" fic where Baz successfully steals Simon's voice. It's roughly (super roughly) outlined, and I've written several scenes, but it's on the back-burner for Haunting. And COTTA. No more new fics after that, though! I really want to tell that story!)

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

That's funny. What a question. XD YES. Yes, there are scenes. I'm designing Pitch Manor to get through this damned scene LOL

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Thankee kindly!

On the off chance there are any fic writers left out there who haven't yet done this... Tags! @mooncello, @cutestkilla, @blackberrysummerblog, @hushed-chorus, @fatalfangirl, @onepintobean, @j-nipper-95, @facewithoutheart, @angelsfalling16, @noblecorgi, @alexalexinii, anyone else who wants to. Cheers!

[merakiui]

https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/728605682728927232/boyfriend

When you announced that you were writing the fanfic about Riddle... I never thought it was about a female Riddle! Every day I am more surprised by your writings <3

Now, what would be the difference if the reader were a boy? Would female Riddle try other methods? 🤔

I live to surprise hehe. <3 thank you for reading the fic!!!

I like to imagine boys were banned in the Rosehearts household after Mama Rosehearts caught her daughter sneaking out to spend time with Trey and Che'nya. She likely has this outlook that all boys (except the ones she personally approves of) are bad distractions and that Riddle shouldn't waste time with them. So Riddle grows up knowing nothing of love or boys, which means she's probably abysmal at flirting and navigating romance. I think it's easier for her to make friends with girls because her mother (on a surface level) would approve of them solely because they're the same gender and won't lead her Riddle astray (which is very wrong in the context of boyfriend because Riddle's down tremendously bad for her girl best friend hehe. <3). Also, her mother's influence is too strong, so Riddle has this unintentional, ingrained habit of judging others when she's making friends by using her mother's criteria, hence why she probably stays away from boys she isn't familiar with because she believes her mother is right in thinking that "all boys are distractions," which is untrue because she's besties with Trey and Che'nya (much to her mother's disapproval).

If you're a boy, she tries to do everything by the book. She's incredibly inexperienced and awkward. She wants to ask Trey or Cater or even Che'nya for advice, but she's much too prideful to admit she needs help in that department and so she holds her tongue. She researches this matter extensively so she can be perfectly prepared, but then when she's actually talking to you she has no idea what to say. She falls back on talking about academics, which she knows is so boring and stuffy, but it's the best she's got. T_T she's struggling, but she's determined and once she sets her mind to something she won't give up so easily. The two of you may not end up in Floyd's room during the party, but by the end of the night she'll have you questioning your relationship and Floyd's loyalty to you. <3 sometimes Riddle is unintentionally silver-tongued in the way she speaks, but when she is fully aware of this she uses that sort of eloquent persuasion to her advantage.