#honestly I’m not upset or anything im just a bit… confused? I think we hardly got any resolution to any of the plot threads set up

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

y’know, I still feel the most recent bsd arc ended really oddly

[haikyuuthots]

Hi I really enjoyed you tik tok prank head canon! Is there any way you can make a head canon where the reader calls them bro prank lol. Like how would they react. Can you do Atsumu, Suna, Bokuto and Ushijima please!!!! Thank you 😽

Calling him “bro” prank

Characters: Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintaro, Bokuto Koutarou and Ushijima Wakatoshi

Warnings: none I think

Scenario: how the boys would react if you tried the calling them bro prank on them haha

A/n; thanks for requesting!!! I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope you enjoy it 😌💕

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Miya Atsumu

You always referred to Atsumu as babe, baby or love

So when you saw this prank on Tik tok you wanted to see how he would react

You were both sitting in the living room of your shared apartment

He was watching a volleyball game on the tv while you were writing an essay on your laptop

He was going crazy talking about a serve one of his favorite teams just did

“Woooo babe did ya see that crazy serve?!??”

You thought this might be a good time to pull the prank off

“Mmm no i didn’t can you go back so I can see it?”

He rewinds the video and you watch intently as he shows excitement all over again

“Bro!! That was so cool” you say as casual as possible

Atsumu’s entire demeanor changes, and the look of excitement he had seconds ago completely fades

“What did ya just call me?” His face filled with confusion

“Huh when?” You try your best not to laugh out loud, he looks completely lost lmao

“Literally 3 seconds ago, you called me bro.”

“I did?” You’re doing your best to play it off

“Yes you did! I hate it I’m not your bro. ” He’s slightly pouting

You slightly chuckle “aw come on bro don’t be like that.”

He looks towards you with a disgusted face, he is evidently unsatisfied with your choice of words

“Y/n stop dont call me that I’m baby and nothing else I will actually ignore you if you call me that again.” He actually looks a bit upset

But you still wanna tease him a bit more

“Fine I’m sorry.,,” you briefly laugh and pause for a second “...bro”

“That’s it I’m ignoring ya til ya act right.”

He gets up and begins to walk away

You’re full blown laughing now “baby baby wait.” You say as you reach out to stop him

His ears slightly perk up at the mention of his regular nickname

Still laughing you talk “it’s a prank. I’m just messing with you. I saw it on Tik Tok

He looks down out you, in disbelief, his frown quickly changing into a smile

Soon after he starts laughing with you

“Chaotic duo*

“That was actually kinda mean babe, I was like wtf why is she calling me her brother”

You start laughing even more “ wtf did you actually think I would call you bro? Never. you’re baby.”

He leans in closer to you and gently grabs you by the waist kissing you softly on the lips “better be.”

You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck, he softly picks you up causing you to wrap your legs around his torso as he continues to kiss you

Pulling away briefly he speaks again “but seriously don’t ever call me bro again I hate it”

“I won’t” you answer smiling up at him.

Suna Rintaro

You usually don’t try to pull pranks on him because he normally never falls for them

But after watching so many of these on tik tok and watching the reactions you were curious to try it out yourself

You’re casually sitting on your boyfriends lap while you’re both on your phones watching short videos

A few time passes by when Suna breaks the silence between you two

“Hey babe you hungry?”

You thought this was the perfect time to call him bro

“Nah bro I’m good” you say sounding as normal as possible

Suna drops his phone and gently shifts you from his lap making you look towards him

You ignore him and continue to look down at your phone lol

He doesn’t say anything at first, leaving an awkward silence for a few seconds

Still staring in disbelief he breaks the silence again “pause that and look at me real quick.”

You do as he says and you look up at him innocently acting like nothing is wrong

“What’s up?” You innocently reply

His grip tightens around you waist a bit “did you.. really just call me that?”

“What are you talking about?” You’re trying your best to keep a straight face

“You just called me bro.” He’s pouting

You honestly can’t believe he fell for it hahahaha

“Oh. Yeah I did. Does that bother you?” You’re just trying to rile him up at this point lmao

He scowls at your reply, gently pushing you off of his lap so he can look at you better “yes that bothers me, I’m not out here calling you dude or anything because you’re my girlfriend.”

You can’t help but laugh at his expression. Completely satisfied at the fact he actually reacted to your little prank

Suna is beyond confused “why are you laughing? I’m serious please don’t call me bro.”

“Baby” you gently leans towards his chest as you continue to laugh “I’m totally joking, it’s a prank I saw on tik tok.”

He cracks a small smile before he speaks again “this is the dumbest prank ever.”

You’re still laughing “yeah? But you were hella pressed so it worked.”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing “yeah yeah you got me.”

Still smiling you sit on his lap again and hug him tightly placing small kisses on his face to lighten up his mood

“I promise I would never call you bro and mean it.”

He smiles into your kisses, tightening his grip around your body while he kisses you gently on the lips

“I’m glad you wouldn’t cause I’m your boyfriend.”

“I know baby.” You respond leaning in once again, to close the gap between your lips.

Bokuto Koutarou

You have not called bokuto by his name since you started dating

It’s always a baby, babe or bub

So when you were on tik tok and saw a girl prank her boyfriend by calling him bro you wanted to try it out yourself on your boyfriend.

You and bokuto were tangled in each other’s arms watching a movie together.

The movie was a suspenseful, drama and the scene that was playing had a lot of blood

As you wince at the gore, you quickly decide this is where you’re gonna do the prank lol

“Aww bro look at all that blood.” You say, with a hint of disgust in your voice

Bokutos grip around you loosens, and he quickly goes to look for the remote to pause the tv

He’s looking towards you, with a very large frown on his face

You slightly chuckle “what’s wrong you don’t like the gore?”

“No it’s not that.” He answers still frowning

“Then what is it?” You respond pretending to not know why he’s really upset

“It’s just..... are you mad at me or something?”

You give him a confused look “why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know but you always call me babe, or something but just now... you called me bro.”

You’re doing your best to hold back your laughter “bro you sound crazy.”

Now Bokuto is pouting even more than before “aw did you just bro me again?” He dramatically buries his face in his hands “im sorry i made you mad but can you please go back to calling me baby?”

You can’t keep the joke going any further, Bokutos distressed figure is actually making you feel bad

“Baby” you coo as you remove his hands from his face “I’m just kidding, it’s a prank.”

You start laughing out more as you watch Bokuto relax into your touch

He instantly joins in to laugh with you

“Oh my god I can’t believe you got me.”

“I honestly didn’t even think you would notice”

“How could I not, you called me bro!” He replies still laughing a bit

“Why would you think I was mad though?” You question, still chuckling

“Why else would you call me such a terrible name? The only reason I could think of is if you were upset with me.”

You briefly laugh as you lean in to kiss bokuto softly on the lips, he reciprocates right away tightening his hold around your waist

Pulling away from the kiss bokuto speaks again, “do me favor and never call me bro again? I really hated it.”

You lovingly look at your boyfriends face “ oh I promise I won’t, I hated it too.”

He chuckles at your reply as he leans in to kiss you once again

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima was used to you calling him Toshi or love.

In fact he only ever responded to you when you called him one or the other

One time you called him by his last name and the man deadass unintentionally ignored you

That being said this man is still very stoic and hardly ever shows any reactions

So when you saw this prank you weren’t sure if he would react, the most you were expecting was to be ignored lol

You and Ushijima were out in the store buying some groceries

You were thinking of a good time to causally call him bro and you finally decided to do it when you were at the vegetable aisle

Picking up a giant broccoli you look over to Ushijima, quickly grabbing his attention

“Bro look at this broccoli it’s huge!” You say enthusiastically

Ushijima is staring at you with a blank stare, almost trying to understand the words that just came out of your mouth

“Helllo????” You say waving your hand in front of his face

Ushijima gently grabs your hands and lowers it

Still holding on, he asks in the most serious tone “what did you just call me?”

You’re holding back a smile trying your best to be as serious as you can

“Oh just now??? I said bro”

“Why would you call me that?” He’s looking at you with a confused face

“Because we’re close, people who are close always casually call each other bro”

“But y/n we”re dating.”

“Sooooo??” You say still trying your best not to burst out laughing

“People who are dating don’t call each other bro they call each other cute pet names”

“But you don’t call me any pet names?”

“Babe. I call you babe, that’s a pet name.”

“Well I want you to call me bro.” At this point you’re about to break, this conversation is so funny to you.

“I’m not gonna call you bro. And I don’t want you calling me bro either, I hate that.”

“Come on bro don’t be like that.” You teasingly say letting out a small chuckle

Ushijima once again stares at you, this time he’s evidently unamused

“I won’t respond to you if you keep calling me that.” He says as he begins to walk away

You’re full blown laughing as you run to stop Ushijima from walking away any further

“Toshi wait” you say holding onto his shirt

Ushijima turns around to look at you, still very confused

“I’m totally joking, I would never call you bro. It’s a prank I saw in tik tok.”

Ushijima cracks a soft smile, looking down at you as you laugh

“Thank god, I was so confused by that entire conversation.”

“I could tell, you’ve never looked more lost.”

He gently grabs you to hold you as you guys begin to walk again

“Alright let’s go, we need to finish shopping.”

“Okay love.”

He smiles as he hears the common pet name. That what he loved hearing you call him.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Found (Outside the Screen) (CC!Dream x GN!Reader) Part 2

Request: That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

I have written this three times over because tumblr didn’t save it. THEN. Tumblr doesn’t show it to ANYONE unless they check my account. This happened to my Ranboo fic as well... I will honestly cry if no one sees this.

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

Despite living in this house with him for a little over two years, it was beginning to feel like a maze. You couldn't tell which way was left and which way was right, your head spinning with panic as you gasped for breath.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

There were plenty of things failing to register in your mind as you ran down the empty sidewalks. Such as the poor choice (or lack) of shoes you were wearing, or even the heavy night rain pelting down on your shaking body.

Your lungs were burning.. But your brain had thrown itself so far into fight or flight mode that you had no care for anything around you, hardly blinking twice as the signs of unfamiliar street names flew past you.

Eventually, when you physically couldn't breathe any longer, you sat on a bench and took awhile to think. The consistent rain pelting down on your head was actually a decent grounder to help you snap yourself out of it... But that only caused more confusion and another wave of panic to wash over you.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you choked back a few sobs, trying your best to keep what was left of your composure. Very quickly, however, you gave up on trying to hold yourself together and broke down, hiding your face in your knees.

Time seemed to pass by way too quickly but also way too slowly at the same time.. Like time itself was giving you the one finger salute. When you finally stopped crying, you leaned back against the back of the bench and gave a shaky sigh before you decided to attempt to think rationally again.

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

You quickly scrambled to your pocket to pull out the cellular device, and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. Anxiety was the reason for your hesitance as you stared into your reflection, frowning slightly. Without thinking twice, you pressed the button and the screen lit up with various arrays of colours.

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

Twitter seemed to be losing their minds over your boyfriend's stream and wondering who the stranger was. Seeing the headlines flooded you with immeasurable guilt and you almost put your phone down again, if your phone didn't start buzzing.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

He sighed and there was a little bit of shuffling as well as a few male voices in the background. "No. Not in the slightest... Where are you? I want to apologize in person.. And when it doesn't sound like you're in a hurricane.."

You lifted your head up to look at the rain that was continuing to pelt down on you before looking around. "..I'm not sure.." You heard your partner echo your statement in question form as you looked for street signs through the rain. Glancing back at your phone, you saw the screen light up again, this time it was a warning label.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

There was a little bit of clattering and shuffling on the line as Clay hurriedly walked from the windows to the door, trying to see you from the home. "G-give me landmarks! Hurry!" He practically begged as you shot up from your bench, ignoring the burning soreness in your legs.

Spinning around quickly, you began listing off a few company buildings you saw, trying to shout over the rain and a few cars driving by. "Yeah-yeah! There's also that little sushi place beside the restaurant too.."

You heard the furious typing of his computer before another almost sob of relief. "You're on Rosewood Avenue... How the hell did you run that far? Okay, you're going to walk in the opposite direction of the sushi place until you reach a road called Miller Road, got that?" He waited for a verbal noise of agreement before continuing, "Once you get there, turn left and keep walking straight until you get to a steakhouse. I'll meet you half way, if you don't see me there, don't move unless you have to. Got it?" He asked firmly, with a small hint of desperation in his tone.

You rubbed your face as you mentally repeated the directions to yourself. "Yeah.. Yeah.. I got it." You began to walk along the sidewalks, your shoulders beginning to tremble from the water induced shivers trailing up and down your spine.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

Your mind was blurry but also hyper aware along the walk to the road where Clay told you to go. 'What was he going to say? If... He doesn't hate me... was he going to say- No.. no. He hadn't said that line in over a few months now.. No reason why he would say it now..' You mentally scolded yourself.

The rain didn't seem to be too keen on letting up as you walked through large rippling puddles. Your clothes were soaked, your hair completely drenched and you were pretty sure you were gonna need to buy a new phone with how much your current one was getting waterlogged..

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Part of you was still a bit.. angry... at Clay... He had ignored you for so long and wanted nothing to do with you.. Then suddenly you spill hot coffee on yourself and then boom, you have the man more focused than when he has a good speed run seed. What about all those times you were begging him to come to bed, or at least eat dinner at the table with you? Did you only matter when you were in pain?

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

As you began to walk closer, you saw him lift his head and stare at you for a few seconds before dropping the umbrella and lunge forward to wrap you in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry.." Was the first thing he whispered, his voice almost as hoarse as yours. "I know.. that a simple apology will never excuse what I put you through... You cared for me, and even after a stupidly ignored you... You still didn't leave, or get angry. I don't deserve you, I know that, and you have every right to be upset, angry or whatever you're feeling right now.. Please, it doesn't matter how long it takes... Just let me make it up to you and let me prove myself worthy of your love again.."

Your lips parted in surprise as you stared at him, the streetlight poorly capturing his normal beauty, but still doing it well enough that you felt your heart soar. "Clay..." Your eyes traced his features, his puffy and reddened eyes and his cheeks stained with tear tracks, "You have a lot to work and make up for... I'm not going to forgive you immediately, but I'm not going to leave you.. We can work things out.. Together, okay?"

He eagerly nodded and gently held your face in his hands before pressing a light kiss to your forehead. "I'll break away from video editing and streaming for a while.. So I can focus on repairing things with you.."

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

So both you and the og requester asked for a part 2, which means I'm definitely gonna do it! (I'd do it even if the og didn't ask so lmao) I HAD TO REWRITE THIS 12 GOD DAMN TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR IS SHIT AT SAVING THINGS

I'm honestly so glad people enjoy my writings! Feel free to request more! My inbox is open and I have no requests lined up yet!

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

Part one

Found (Outside The Screen) (Dream x GN! Reader) Part 2

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

Despite living in this house with him for a little over two years, it was beginning to feel like a maze. You couldn't tell which way was left and which way was right, your head spinning with panic as you gasped for breath.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

There were plenty of things failing to register in your mind as you ran down the empty sidewalks. Such as the poor choice (or lack) of shoes you were wearing, or even the heavy night rain pelting down on your shaking body.

Your lungs were burning.. But your brain had thrown itself so far into fight or flight mode that you had no care for anything around you, hardly blinking twice as the signs of unfamiliar street names flew past you.

Eventually, when you physically couldn't breathe any longer, you sat on a bench and took awhile to think. The consistent rain pelting down on your head was actually a decent grounder to help you snap yourself out of it... But that only caused more confusion and another wave of panic to wash over you.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you choked back a few sobs, trying your best to keep what was left of your composure. Very quickly, however, you gave up on trying to hold yourself together and broke down, hiding your face in your knees.

Time seemed to pass by way too quickly but also way too slowly at the same time.. Like time itself was giving you the one finger salute. When you finally stopped crying, you leaned back against the back of the bench and gave a shaky sigh before you decided to attempt to think rationally again.

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

You quickly scrambled to your pocket to pull out the cellular device, and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. Anxiety was the reason for your hesitance as you stared into your reflection, frowning slightly. Without thinking twice, you pressed the button and the screen lit up with various arrays of colours.

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

Twitter seemed to be losing their minds over your boyfriend's stream and wondering who the stranger was. Seeing the headlines flooded you with immeasurable guilt and you almost put your phone down again, if your phone didn't start buzzing.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

He sighed and there was a little bit of shuffling as well as a few male voices in the background. "No. Not in the slightest... Where are you? I want to apologize in person.. And when it doesn't sound like you're in a hurricane.."

You lifted your head up to look at the rain that was continuing to pelt down on you before looking around. "..I'm not sure.." You heard your partner echo your statement in question form as you looked for street signs through the rain. Glancing back at your phone, you saw the screen light up again, this time it was a warning label.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

There was a little bit of clattering and shuffling on the line as Clay hurriedly walked from the windows to the door, trying to see you from the home. "G-give me landmarks! Hurry!" He practically begged as you shot up from your bench, ignoring the burning soreness in your legs.

Spinning around quickly, you began listing off a few company buildings you saw, trying to shout over the rain and a few cars driving by. "Yeah-yeah! There's also that little sushi place beside the restaurant too.."

You heard the furious typing of his computer before another almost sob of relief. "You're on Rosewood Avenue... How the hell did you run that far? Okay, you're going to walk in the opposite direction of the sushi place until you reach a road called Miller Road, got that?" He waited for a verbal noise of agreement before continuing, "Once you get there, turn left and keep walking straight until you get to a steakhouse. I'll meet you half way, if you don't see me there, don't move unless you have to. Got it?" He asked firmly, with a small hint of desperation in his tone.

You rubbed your face as you mentally repeated the directions to yourself. "Yeah.. Yeah.. I got it." You began to walk along the sidewalks, your shoulders beginning to tremble from the water induced shivers trailing up and down your spine.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

Your mind was blurry but also hyper aware along the walk to the road where Clay told you to go. 'What was he going to say? If... He doesn't hate me... was he going to say- No.. no. He hadn't said that line in over a few months now.. No reason why he would say it now..' You mentally scolded yourself.

The rain didn't seem to be too keen on letting up as you walked through large rippling puddles. Your clothes were soaked, your hair completely drenched and you were pretty sure you were gonna need to buy a new phone with how much your current one was getting waterlogged..

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Part of you was still a bit.. angry... at Clay... He had ignored you for so long and wanted nothing to do with you.. Then suddenly you spill hot coffee on yourself and then boom, you have the man more focused than when he has a good speed run seed. What about all those times you were begging him to come to bed, or at least eat dinner at the table with you? Did you only matter when you were in pain?

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

As you began to walk closer, you saw him lift his head and stare at you for a few seconds before dropping the umbrella and lunge forward to wrap you in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry.." Was the first thing he whispered, his voice almost as hoarse as yours. "I know.. that a simple apology will never excuse what I put you through... You cared for me, and even after a stupidly ignored you... You still didn't leave, or get angry. I don't deserve you, I know that, and you have every right to be upset, angry or whatever you're feeling right now.. Please, it doesn't matter how long it takes... Just let me make it up to you and let me prove myself worthy of your love again.."

Your lips parted in surprise as you stared at him, the streetlight poorly capturing his normal beauty, but still doing it well enough that you felt your heart soar. "Clay..." Your eyes traced his features, his puffy and reddened eyes and his cheeks stained with tear tracks, "You have a lot to work and make up for... I'm not going to forgive you immediately, but I'm not going to leave you.. We can work things out.. Together, okay?"

He eagerly nodded and gently held your face in his hands before pressing a light kiss to your forehead. "I'll break away from video editing and streaming for a while.. So I can focus on repairing things with you.."

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

[p1nkwitch]

Ok, i did not forget tmastuck is still alive, i just had lots of other ideas, but.

Here we go again. 3 conversations.

@nonbinaryeye

SINNAMONROLL started pestering BEATINGHEART

SR: How long Jonah?

BH: As long as it takes to reach the new session, then I can just leave if my presence is so annoying to you.

SR: Not what I mean and you know it. They are both looking for you. There are just so many times I can lie to their faces. So many times Kitty kat has to lie to her humans, she is sad Jonah.

BH: Do not put our child into this.

SR:...

BH:Ughhhh stupid cat brain.

SR: Still its actually bothering them.

BH: Oh and what should I do, let them find me? How do you think that would end? Hm? I basically took away their powers Barnabas, I let the institute- my institute get destroyed. There is no coming back from that.

BH: Then there is the whole other thing about not actually being anything that a copy!! What do I do with that?

SR: Look, I'm a copy too! I'm not the Barnabas Bennet that was, but I have his memories still. So what? I like this new life. This new chance!! You can have that too Jonah.

BH: We could…

SR: Oh Jonah we both know that it wouldn't work, we already tried and it fell apart. Its not me that you want anymore and I'm… more happy with just being friends this time around. It was stupid of us to even try again, i knew it, but i was just… lonely, heh. Neither is what the other wants. Not anymore.

BH: Maybe if we work on it! I could... try to change.

SR: No, no you won't, and honestly ? I don't want you to. Mistakes happen, otherwise we wouldn't keep falling into each other.

BH: Not all of it was a mistake, it couldn't have been!

SR: … Maybe, maybe not before, I will admit that, but you want more than I can give. That's not bad, it just means I'm not the one you should be getting it from. We worked before, but you have more memories of a life without me and you aren't the same person I loved then.

BH: If i'm not that, and i'm not Jonah, then who the hell am i?

SR: Well, that is really up to you I suppose. To figure it out. I… will keep them away still for a little bit more. But Jonah, I can't keep doing this forever. We are barely halfway through on the trip.

BH: So? Have you seen them, i- they are in love. God why would- i dont even know what else to say.

SR: Try, speak with them, figure out something. You are clever. I need to go, I'm supposed to play cards with Martin. Its funny, he reminds me of Jonathan…

BH: Im sorry.

SR: I know, but its not enough.

SR: Talk to you later ok?

BH: Sure.

SINNAMONROLL ceased pestering BEATINGHEART

BH: …

BEATINGHEART started pestering SPOOKYARCHIVE

BH: How are you holding on?

SA: … Not sure. Its weird.

BH: Breakups are always messy affairs.

SA: You would know wouldn't you?

BH: Rude, do you want me to leave Jon? Because I can. I'm fairly sure i'm the only one you are even talking with at this point.

SA: Not true, I speak with Daisy.

BH: Aha, how does that go for you?

SA: … Its ok, she tries to cheer me up and its… nice, but sometimes she insists on me to stop moping and well.

BH: Tiresome?

SA: Yes, so much. The other just don't want me near, and its- i dont even have my powers anymore, i thought- well i assumed that perhaps like this it would be better, but its like someone cut off something from me.

SA: Georgie tries, but if I mention anything regarding my powers she becomes upset. Melanie is… herself, that bridge got burned a long time ago. Basira.

BH: Ah the detective, she is… impassive i have come to understand.

SA: Yes, and it's confusing, because sometimes we can get along but others I just seem like the enemy. I'm starting to realize that perhaps it was always like that.

BH: Mm, how does that make you feel regarding what happened with Martin.

SA: I- god i was so stupid, i thought we could just be better now that i was cut off, that we could be together but it became obvious that we had two different views of things and it was always grating, I could overlook it, but Martin did not. And it- its not a break up just some time to think.

BH: Jon.

SA: Hahahaha, it's actually funny i think, that's exactly what Georgie told me before breaking up with me.

BH: I do not think its funny Jon.

SA: Well what else am I supposed to take from it???

SA: That I'm terrible at keeping things? That the people around me dont care?

BH: Purrhaps, you confuse coworkers with friends, Jon. Have… Do you have a good frame of reference? To know what is normal or not? I'm trying my best to not sound pushy since you established that does not help you. So think of this as your homework of sorts.

BH: Try and think of behaviour that points to them being friends or coworkers. Hell just go with trauma victims if it makes you feel any better, take that. Make a list and tell me the results.

BH: As for Martin, as you said I don't have the track record to help. Asking Elias… well he has Peter. So maybe that is more helpfur to you. But I doubt it. Listen, divorce your feelings on the matter and think objectively.

BH: Imagine…. imagine someone else, literally anyone you know and try to put them in your place. Would you accept them to be treated like that? Do you think its normal?

SA: I… don't, I really don't. God i'm a mess.

BH: You are something of a mess, but the blame is not on you completely. That others see you as an easy target for their own insecurities doesn't make you the one to blame. Now, you did make mistakes from what we talked about, and we addressed that and their consequences on your relationships before, like with Tim. But, clearly there are also things they are not dealing with either and they use you as a scapegoat.

SA: Don't try to put them against me.

BH: Oh Jon, the sad thing is, I don't have to.

SA: I… will try to speak with Martin again later.

BH: Ok. Good luck, do try to do what I asked you, ok?

SA: Yes… yes, sure. Thank you Jonah.

BH: You are welcome.

SA: … Will you speak with them?

BH: I can't. Goodbye.

BEATINGHEART ceased pestering SPOOKYARCHIVE

WEBDESIGNER started pestering BEATINGHEART

WD: ::::)

BH: What do you want Annabelle?

WD: Can a friend not say hello?

BH: Considering we are not friends and you weren't supposed to make it here, I hardly doubt it.

WD: Oh buuu you sad, sad man.

WD: Anyways, I saw those two moving around trying to find you, very sad. Peter was looking grumpy. Elias was very annoyed. Do you want a picture?

BH: Why are you bothering me with this??

WD: … Its… the first time in years that I don't have the web controlling my actions. I always liked to play matchmaker, before my change.

WD: Its refreshing to be able to say what I mean without pain or speaking in riddles. The trip gets boring otherwise. I have been pestering Martin, but he is stubborn. Plus poor sad Jon.

BH: Leave him alone please, he is already messed up enough as it stands and im playing therapist for free. No need to add more trauma.

WD: That you caused him, or the other you caused him. Its perhaps a very interesting thing that he chose the version of you that did not harm him to be his confidant don't you think? There is something there to be said, even psychoanalyzed.

BH: Annabelle the point.

WD: Right pictures.

WD: sent (picture)

BH:... Annabelle, they are just making out??!!? How did you-??

WD: I have secrets. Have some more.

WD: ATTACHED (PICTURES1,2,3,4)

WD:??? Are you ok? Its been 20 minutes??

WD: Did I kill you? They didn't even get to lose more than the shirts calm down, I was sure you got into more freaky stuff in your years.

BH: How??

WD: Do you want me to get more?

BH: No!!

WD: Are you sure? Trip is long… maybe you need something to keep you… mmm interested?

BH: I will leave.

WD: Sure, sure. Offer always stands. Anyways. I will just say, because i'm fully capable of it now. They very much want you in there too. Its very weird, but considering the things i have seen and done for the web its the least concerning thing.

WD: So stop hiding and go get your throupe you coward.

BH: ANNABELLE!!

WD: ;;;;)

WEBDESIGNER ceased pestering BEATINGHEART

[innittowinit]

Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (Chapter 19)

Fic summary: 

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary:

Eret's been acting...strange Techno senses somethings definitely off

Chapter word count: 1726

AO3

Friendships were a complex thing. Techno had known that as long as he could remember. People come and people go, it was nothing, especially not to him or Wilbur. Inherently, they knew all they had was each other, maybe their other brothers would also always be with them but what they had together was a special bond. Neither Phil nor Tommy would ever be able to understand them the way they understood each other and that was fine, they had lived every day side by side, they shared almost all their core memories and so their rationality was incredibly similar because of it, meaning they could very easily understand each other. 

Never had they asked for a friend that would feel the same way as the friendship they had with each other, and yet they always seemed to be asking for too much. That’s the part that confused Techno. 

Never had they needed to be understood. Never had they needed something complex. All they needed was someone to accept them so why did it feel like everyone always ended up leaving? Were they the problem? It always felt like they were trying so hard so why did it feel like they were pushing people away? 

You see, recently Eret had been acting….off. 

He had been stumbling over words, fidgeting, leaving quickly with the excuse of ‘being late for something’, and taking hours to reply to any kind of message. Each of these things would be fine on their own but with them all together, they felt a little strange. 

It didn’t seem like Wilbur had noticed the recent shift in behaviour yet so Techno didn’t dare bring it up, it wasn’t uncommon that he was overly cautious and he didn’t want to risk upsetting his brother over something that might not even be a big deal, especially when he had just started to get over the incident with the ticket booth. 

“So....He’s been busy a lot lately” Wilbur sighed, draping himself across the couch and clutching his phone in one hand. Niki had insisted they add some stickers onto it since letting them live off a ‘boring flip phone’ (as she had called it) was apparently not okay.

“Do you think he’s okay? Maybe something’s going on at home..”

Oh. Techno was positive everything was okay at home. Of course there was a possibility that he was just being protective of Wilbur because he didn’t want anyone hurting his brother but seriously! In his opinion, if you had enough money to eat fucking burger king as a school lunch you were doing fine financially, and really, that’s all that mattered right? Money had always been the reason why their parents were never around.

It was probably just his jealousy talking but he had always had a bit of an underlying anger for people with a big disposable income, how was it fair that their parents had to work so much at minimum wage jobs that they could hardly see them just to keep them warm and fed and yet other families could have their parents around by the time they were home from school /and/ have extra money for treats.

“Wil, don’t worry about him.” Techno sighed, trying to choose his words carefully. He knew Wilbur was always more sensitive to rejection than him.

“He’s more..social than we are, he probably just has other friends that he doesn’t want to ignore or something”

“Maybe.. I wish he’d tell us though, I don’t like being left on read” 

With a sigh and a gentle prod for him to sit up a bit more, Techno wrapped an arm around Wilbur, feeling how he melted into the contact straight away. Of course it hurt Techno too to be ignored by the one person they thought actually could be a good friend but he needed to put on a brave face for Wilbur. Of course it felt like a stab in the gut to have trusted someone so much to be able to start talking to them and then they just disappear but Wilbur needed him right now, it was obvious to anyone that he was the one with the bigger connection issues. 

“Wil, trusting people is a part of being friends. We can talk to him tomorrow alright? And we can explain that it would make you feel better if he said his plans before disappearing”

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It was Tuesday night and other than a few memes she had screenshotted off of instagram and sent them, they hadn’t really heard much at all from Eret. She hadn’t hung around them long enough at school for either of them to really bring it up with her and honestly, Techno was getting incredibly worried about what was going on. He’d never had a real friend like this before, of course Skeppy always made him laugh but he was family so he didn’t count, if he messed up with family he knew as long as they weren’t adults they’d still love him afterwards, friends worked differently though. He had his Hypixel friends too but they didn’t count either since they were online and he could type to them on days when he was struggling more. By now he’d known them so long they were basically family, they’d all taken hours out of their own time to research Techno’s problems to try and be as accommodating as possible- all in all he really couldn't compare them with Eret.

It was tricky and he knew communication was one of the more important parts, which was ironically what he struggled with the most. Maybe on one of his worse-off days, where he normally would have had Wilbur doing most of the talking for him, Eret had assumed he was angry with her or giving her the silent treatment, maybe she had taken offence to the fact that Wilbur and Techno were very obviously closer than she was with each one of them. The thought that somehow they might have made her feel left out made him feel a little sick, had they not explained well enough what had led to this point? Maybe it was selfish for them to relish in the fact that she rarely bugged them for explanations.

All in all, Techno was sure they had done something for the sudden shift in attitude and, not wanting to make Wilbur feel worse than he already did, he wasn’t sure who could help him. 

Maybe he could wait up until his parents got home? People on TV were always getting advice from them but then again.. His family wasn’t really like those on tv, if he was being honest he was half sure he’d be yelled at for being awake before he could have a chance to ask for help. 

He could also ask Phil, but then again Phil was already beyond stressed trying to make sure they were all okay, he really didn’t want to bother him. Niki was closer to Wilbur than she was with him and he was sure his hypixel friends were all still at school because of the time zone difference. 

The only other person he could really think of talking to about this was Skeppy, and so, hopping out of bed, trying his hardest not to make too much noise and wake up Wilbur, he made his way to the PC. 

11:36PM 

From what he knew, Skeppy usually stayed up late and slept so late he often missed his bus anyway so he probably was still up.

Clicking onto discord, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the green dot next to his cousin's icon, immediately messaging him. 

11:36 OrphanDestroyer: Hey nerd

11:36 OrphanDestroyer: U awake?

It took a few minutes for him to answer, Techno was just about ready to give up and accept he had just chosen the one night he may have gone to bed on time to try and message him.

11:42 japanesesymbolforbeginner: 1 sec ina call wiv bbh 

Writing ‘bbh’ off as one of Skeppy’s friends he had forgotten to tell them about, Techno waited patiently for Skeppy to say he was free. 

11:46 japanesesymbolforbeginner: ok im done, what you need

11:46 OrphanDestroyer: SO

11:46 OrphanDestroyer: Do you remember Eret?

11:48 OrphanDestroyer: Okay well basically for like the past few days he’s been ignoring me and Wilbs and I’m really really worried we offended him or something like maybe we hurt him or he’s mad or maybe he decided he's too good to be friends with us which tbh I don't blame him for because we kinda are losers and maybe people won't be friends with him because he's friends with us or something? Idk idk I just really wish he’d tell us something because like Wil is freaking out and idk what to tell him, he really struggles with this kinda stuff and I wanna help but idk how. 

11:48 japanesesymbolforbeginner: Ok...fuck

11:48 japanesesymbolforbeginner: Has he replied to any messages or anything? Maybe he’s busy?

11:48 OrphanDestroyer: Not really 

11:49 japanesesymbolforbeginner: Okay okay so here’s what I think you should do

11:49 japanesesymbolforbeginner: If he’s ignoring you you're gonna need to confront him next time you see him and don’t just agree when he makes an excuse to leave, like say you NEED to talk

11:50 japanesesymbolforbeginner: If u think he’s offended bc sometimes you don't speak a lot maybe just message him some resources or whatever on the type of mutism you deal with, even if he doesn’t reply he’ll probably still open it.

11:50 japanesesymbolforbeginner: like he might just be in the position where he’s nervous he’ll offend you if he asks something about it? Like maybe he doesn't understand fully and he just needs one of you to open the discussion 

11:50 OrphanDestroyer: okay you're probably right

11:50 OrphanDestroyer: There’s a link I have to one I normally email teachers whenever we have a new one so i'll probably send him that

11:50 OrphanDestroyer: Tomorrow though, my dads gonna be home soon and he’ll kill me if im still awake 

11:51 japanesesymbolforbeginner: aight, night Techno, good luck and btw you're all always welcome to come over if things get tense over there with ur parents

[ayanna-wild]

Please Don't Say You Love Me

Word Count: 1617

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, sad fluff

A/N: Request from anonymous

Summary: You always left, always changed the subject or cut him off, just before he could utter those three words. The three, not so little, words that would change everything, the words you feared you might not say back.

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People gathered around as you downed another shot. The small crowd that had begun to steadily grow cheered as you slammed the now empty glass down on the bar. You smiled victoriously, turning to your opponent, who had finished his own shot only seconds after you.

"Pay up Morningstar." You grinned.

Lucifer laughed, handing you a wad of cash. The crowd, sensing that the fun was over began to wander away, resuming whatever they had been doing before you challenged the devil himself to a drinking contest.

"Are you absolutely certain you're human darling? That amount would have knocked any normal person on their ass." Lucifer said.

You shrugged, sliding onto the stool beside him.

"You're just upset I beat you." You teased.

Although it was seldom that you got drunk, but when you did, you could drink with the best of them. It's one of the first things that had drawn Lucifer to you. It was one of the rare nights you decided to party and you had drank three grown men under the table. More accurately when they hit the ground you were still going strong.

"Well I'm sorry my dear, not all of us can unhinge our jaws like a snake. Honestly it was a little mortifying to watch you drink those." Lucifer chuckled.

You moved to give him a playful shove but missed and almost tumbled off the stool. Lucifer was quick to catch you, your face red with embarrassment as he helped you to your feet. His chest shook with laughter, which you found contagious in your intoxicated state.

"Perhaps you're a bit more inebriated than I thought, we best get you home." Lucifer said.

Your laughter faded to a lazy smile, and you nodded. You reached for your keys in your pocket, common sense seemed to have abounded you for the time being. Luckily Lucifer was there, and he quickly snatched your keys from your hand.

"Oh no, I can just see the headlines now, Local woman dies in a fiery crash, honestly love did you think I was going to let you drive yourself home." Lucifer scolded.

You shrugged, laughing a little.

"Guess not."

You pinched his cheek, making him swat your hand away as you broke down in more laughter.

"I've got the best boyfriend, but that supernatural metabolism of yours is so unfair!" Your words began to slur as Lucifer helped you walk towards the exit.

He merely chuckled, agreeing with whatever your drunken mind decided to have you blurt out. The car ride was filled with you insisting you were sober enough to get home on your own. Then following it up with an apology for him having to cut his night short. Lucifer finally pulled into your driveway.

"You are beginning to sound like a broken record, honestly darling I don't mind driving you home." Lucifer assured you.

You smiled, a little more sober than you had been earlier. You swayed only slightly as you stepped out of the Corvette.

"Wait, wait, how am I going to get my car?" You mumbled.

"I'd hardly call that rusted deathtrap a car." Lucifer muttered.

"Hey I've got a lot of memories in Bertha. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining a few days ago, when we were fogging up the windows in the back." You winked.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, shaking his head a little.

"Please don't ruin that memory for me by referring that mutation as Bertha." Lucifer sighed.

"Oh you love those that car."

"The car no, you on the other hand yes, I lo-"

Lucifer let out a surprised noise when you suddenly leaned over the side of the car and pressed your lips against his. You pulled away just before he could start kissing back.

"Goodnight!"

By the time he came back to his senses, you were already inside your house. He sat there for a moment confused before pulling out of your driveway.

~

You watched the black as night car fade from your sight and you sighed. The sound of your jacket hitting the floor could be heard in the quiet house. You stumbled your way to your bedroom, falling forward onto your bed. You turned your head to the side so, you weren't smothering yourself with your pillow.

"That was almost bad."

The thing was you knew exactly what he was about to say. Knew exactly how that sentence would end, and you didn't want to hear it. You just couldn't let him say it. An almost inaudible sigh left your lips and you curled up into a ball, letting yourself drift off to sleep.

~

Lucifer had gotten back to Lux not to long after he left your house, however his desire to party had vanished. Instead, he went up to his penthouse, and settled into one of the tan chairs across from the couch. He placed a hand under his chin, thoughts swimming through his mind.

You had kissed him to keep him from finishing his sentence, to keep him from saying those last three words. The question on his mind though was why.

Why would you stop him?

Why was he just now noticing it wasn't the first time you had stopped those words from rolling off his tongue?

~

To say your head hurt when you woke the next morning would have been an understatement. It felt like there was a marching band playing in your skull, and you groaned pitifully. You almost considered just going back to sleep but immediately pushed that thought aside when you heard someone rummaging through your kitchen.

"Lucifer?" You yelled, almost instantly regretting it when your headache got worse.

"Just making you some lunch!" He called back.

Luckily his voice was muffled from being in a different room. You rolled onto your back staring at the ceiling a moment before swing your legs over the side of your bed. You almost cursed when you opened your bedroom door to be hit with a bright beam of sunlight pouring through the window in your hallway.

"Good afternoon, it's about time you got up." Lucifer smiled.

You weren't feeling particularly peppy at the moment so, you gave him a small smile that more resembled a grimace than anything. Lucifer resisted the urge to laugh at your miserable albeit funny state. He placed a bottle of water in front of you when you sat at the table, followed by a few pills. You smiled gratefully at him, taking it quickly.

"Oh I nearly forgot I made you lunch!" He announced a little too loudly.

You flinched at little, and he apologized as he stood to get you a plate. He sat it down in front of you, before retaking his seat beside you. The entire time you ate, Lucifer was silent and patient which immediately made you suspicious. Because Lucifer wasn't a silent nor patient person.

"Ok, what did you do?" You asked swallowing the food in your mouth.

He looked at you confused.

"Nothing."

You narrowed your eyes a little.

"What do you want."

"Nothing."

You set your fork down, sitting back a little, just staring at him. He was silent for a moment before finally caving in.

"Last night, why didn't you let me finish what I was saying?" He asked.

It was your turn to look confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well cut me off, just before I tell you that I-"

"Oh right that."

Lucifer frowned at you.

"You did it again."

You forced a laugh, trying to play it off as if nothing was wrong.

"You're overthinking it Luc."

He didn't look like he believed your phony laugh nor your poor excuse.

"No, I over thought it last night, and you know what I realized my dear? You've never let me say it, you've cut me off or just changed the subject before I could ever even finish saying love. Why is that?"

Your body tensed and your eyes looked everywhere but at him.

"I... is it really that important?" You muttered.

Lucifer's frown deepened, and he began to get a little angry.

"Yes, we've been dating nearly two years, yet, you've never let me tell you that-"

You sat up, grabbing his hands to silence him. Lucifer peered into your eyes, you looked so vulnerable and so scared.

"Please don't say you love me. Please, because I might not say it back." You begged.

"Why, do you not love me?" He sounded hurt and you quickly shook your head.

"No, that not it! I do Lucifer, so very, very much, but if you say that, if you tell me that and I say it back, then this becomes something even more important to me than it is now. If it does then if I lose you, or something happens, it'll hurt so much more. And I just can't handle anymore heartache right now. I will say it to you one day because you mean the world to mean Lucifer. But for now please don't say you love me, because I can't say it back yet."

You weren't sure what response you were expecting from him. Maybe anger, or annoyance, maybe assurance. Lucifer however, simply smiled at you, and raised a hand to your face to lightly caress your cheek. He kissed your forehead.

"I understand Y/N, it's ok, I don't mind waiting to say it."

You pulled back to meet his eye, grateful tears blurred your vision and you laughed a little when he wiped your tears away. He pressed another kiss to your forehead, whispering just loud enough for you to hear.

"But although I can't say it, I want you to know that I do, very much."

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[kurooskorner]

OK ILL DO THIS BY SUBMISSION WJDJDK ALSO PARDON ANY INACCURATE QUOTES BECAUSE IM TOO LAZY TO GET THE BOOK

Alright alright, so ngl Daisy was annoying at first because of how shallow she was portrayed as, even right at the first chapter where she stuttered "p-paralyzed with happiness" 😳 so like right at the start we're already given the impression that she's got the Theatrics™️, then added with how Nick describes her voice as something alluring to men, it just kinda gives the impression like woah there so she's that kind of peppy girl😳😳😳 Then even later on when Gatsby(or was it Nick i forgot who omg im sorry to my teacher) further described as her "voice full of money" or somewhere along those lines, it didn't help her case with how much she was shown to drown herself in wealth and parties... And like the way she simple kept the relationship with Tom despite knowing Tom having a mistress kind of gives the sense that she's desperate and clinging for the money

BUT THEN I don't exactly blame her for that because the American Dream often leaves those who achieve it all empty and lost. When they've managed to reach the wealth they desired and reach the top, it makes sense when they lose that sense of purpose and start filling up the emptiness of getting just something, literally anything. And unfortunately, Daisy had been the one to fall into this flawed dream, as shown by her fleetingness(is this a word) and just her actions of drifting from party to party just like the other partygoers. This emptiness could then also have been amplified by how she wasn't able to be together with Gatsby and instead made an unwilling decision to marry Tom for convenience(this can be analysed when there was this one flashback of her getting married and their wedding where everything was squeezed into a paragraph with barely any details that showcased her emotion, which could possibly show how that event of her life was also nothing major to her and was just something fleeting). And I actually pitied her when (was it through Jordan) we saw how she had a breakdown Gatsby and his letter, and how she broke (or asked to return i forgot) the pearl necklace Tom gave to her. Ok, analysing this, the symbolism of breaking/returning the pearl necklace could be her ACTUAL desire of wanting to choose Love over Wealth. And this emotional breakdown that she had, shows us a vulnerable and raw side of Daisy, that she's more than just some shallow money-loving character. Moreover, we have to remember that Nick is like the one who narrates most of the novel, and he does have flawed/conflicting/double-standard morals and there is the high possibility that he is an unreliable narrator, and there's also some tones of misogynism in the way he portrays female characters to the readers >:/ So like overall, I think Daisy isn't all that bad of a character and she's just one of the victims of those who chases after the American Dream and was pulled into the consumerism, poor baby :<

The way Daisy carries herself, in her voice that "was only to make people lean toward her" gives the illusion of her being some sorr of golden girl. Her ambiguity and the stories told about her, not BY her,in this sense thus allow Daisy to present and activelt delude others into believing an untroubles life that she gas, and in the different stories told about her from different people, reflect how many different people see Daisy told through another person's "truth" and emphasise that the truth matters to few because it can be just as easily told through the voice of another, and it's subjective. So keeping this in mind, my judgment of Daisy is kind of mellowed down because we are not given the full picture, and honestly I'm just sorry for the girl and want to give her some love òwó

Enjoy my mini essay with points everywhere :D

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Here's my response 😋

Honestly, it's gonna sound crazy but, I loved Daisy at first. I saw her as this total bad ass woman who KNEW she was a mans dream, and she used it to her advantage to get through in life, but my image of her quickly crumbled as I read the book more and more. Her whole relationship with Nick confused me, she constantly made small flirty jokes towards him and he took them as nothing, like Nick...please we are UNCOMFORTABLE! I'm like 87% sure it was Gatsby who said her voice sounded like it was full of money, and I mean he's not wrong, the way she is literally flowing with money left and right, it makes sense. Her relationship with Tom will always fill me with rage, she stayed with him because of his money, she knew that he had a mistress, knew he would see her, and yet she played dumb to stay with him because she knew he was filthy rich and wanted that in her life + leaving a man in the 1920s? Terrible idea.

I don't blame her for sticking with the money, she grew up with it, so I can see why she would stay for just that but what kills me is how she lowkey lead Gatsby on, letting him think for even a second that in the end she would up and leave her rich, promising, husband for him, her ex/refound lover that she hardly knew. Although as you said Nick is our narrator and he's ideals are a bit....what's the word....questionable? He used Jordan, Gatsby, and a few other characters for his advantage and he never really speaks his mind on how he truly feels for them - okay let me not get off topic here >_< Back to Daisy, I pitied her for a while up until the whole k wording Myrtle scene, that's when I was really upset with her, she had just killed a women and knowing Gatsby would do anything for her, she was fully prepared to let him take the blame, and in a way, he did.

I really can't seem to put my finger on how I see her, because sometimes I actually really like and feel for her, I understand some of the things she had to do and why she did them but at the same time, this is a grown woman, and she must have some knowledge over what she's doing because if she didn't I'd be surprised, it's not hard to see through her true self but in the end she proved herself to be just what everyone saw her to be, by staying with Tom and running away that was the final straw that really showed me her true colors!

that was a lot 😳 oops!

[unendeligtid]

83 with davenzi for the prompts!!

me @ me: you can use these prompts to make short lil drabbles to get back into writing!

me: writes 2k on one prompt

also im sorrrrrry for taking so long i was on vacation and then got hella unmotivated but i hope you like this!!!!

83. “Do you want to be my valentine?”

“Do you want to be my valentine?”

Matteo startles, banging his head on his locker. The metal rattles, mimicking the feeling of his brain inside his skull from the impact.

“Ow,” Matteo murmurs, reaching up to soothe the bump that would inevitably form on his head. “Wait, what?”

David’s standing behind him, looking apologetic and nervous. He’s playing with his fingers and avoiding eye contact.

“Will you be my valentine?” he repeats sheepishly.

Matteo’s heart thumps in his chest. He can’t believe that David’s asking him this, after so long of Matteo pining and presuming that David didn’t return the feelings, after having come out on his own and having to deal with the backlash from Sara-

“I need to get Leonie off my back,” David explains hastily, as if sensing Matteo’s hesitation as displeasure.

“Leonie?” Matteo asks quietly. Either he’s just slow or the hit to his head has greatly affected his ability to understand what the fuck was going on.

“Yeah,” David says slowly, nodding his head encouragingly at Matteo. “You know, the girl who has a massive crush on me but isn’t getting the hint that I don’t like her back that way?”

“Yeah…” Matteo remembers. It’s honestly a little sad, if anything, to see Leonie trailing after David at school or at parties, her expression longing. Matteo really hopes he doesn’t look that sad.

“Right, okay,” David continues, finally looking up to meet Matteo’s eyes. “So, I overheard her talking to Sara saying that she was going to ask me out for Valentines Day, and I wanted to spare her the rejection.”

Goddammit. Even when David’s rejecting someone he’s so fucking nice.

“So…” Matteo trails off, his two braincells finally starting to click together. “You’re asking me out?”

David flushes bright red, biting his lip. “Not really,” he says quickly. Matteo raises his eyebrows. “I mean, I know we’re just friends and you don’t like me that way. I was just hoping that we could pretend to go on a date or whatever so that Leonie thinks we’re seeing each other… yeah.”

I do like you that way, Matteo wants to say. Instead-

“Um, yeah okay!” he says, feeling his own cheeks flush bright red. “Like, a fake date, right?”

“Yeah, exactly,” David replies, breathing a sigh of relief. Matteo’s heart shatters just a little bit more. “We can call it off afterwards. I just want to sell it to Leonie so that she won’t be as upset. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, totally!” Matteo’s totally digging his own grave right now.

“Thanks, Matteo,” David smiles. Matteo attempts to smile back, but it’s probably somewhat more of a grimace. “I’ll text you.”

“Okay.”

Matteo watches as David turns the corner. Matteo breathes out the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding.

Fuck.

There’s a Valentines party on Friday, courtesy of Kiki, who seemed really adamant on celebrating the American tradition. Of course, Matteo is roped into going to support Carlos.

Most of their friends are going. Which, of course, includes Leonie and Sara. And David. Who’s since decided that they should have their fake date at the party.

Matteo can already foresee the trainwreck.

David comes over to the flatshare early for pre-drinks. Matteo’s decided to skip out on hanging out with the rest of the boys. He can’t handle their comments tonight.

So it just leaves David and Matteo, sitting in the living room in semi awkward silence. Matteo clutches his beer tightly, taking sips way too often to try to settle the knots in his stomach.

“So,” David says, breaking a pause that’s been slightly too long. “What are we going to tell Leonie?”

“What do you mean?” Matteo asks, cursing himself as he feels his heart start to speed up.

“I mean, like the logistics?” David responds, shrugging his shoulders casually, as if this doesn’t bother him at all. “Like, when we started dating, who asked who out, stuff like that?”

“Oh, yeah,” Matteo murmurs. He looks at the condensation on the outside of his beer bottle.

“I… asked you out?” David offers, probably realising that Matteo isn’t offering any suggestions of his own. “I had a crush on you and I finally just decided to ask you out?”

“Mmh,” Matteo nods in confirmation, not exactly trusting his voice at the moment. He takes a long sip of his beer.

“And uh,” David pauses, his voice hesitant. “We’re taking it slow because you’ve only just come out, which is why we haven’t told anyone?”

I don’t want to go slow, Matteo thinks, but he nods anyways.

“Anything else?” David asks, nudging Matteo’s socked foot with his own.

Matteo looks up from the condensation. David’s eyes are open and earnest, his eyelashes fluttering. He’s gorgeous.

“Sounds good,” Matteo squeaks, his cheeks flushing involuntarily.

Oddly enough, David’s own cheeks are beginning to flush as well.

“Good,” he says shyly, now looking down at his own beer bottle. “Then we’ll do that.”

We’ll do that, apparently means staying glued to each other’s side for the whole party.

Matteo’s hardly complaining, because after all, he’d spend all of his free-time with David if he was allowed. However, he can’t stop his heart from fluttering irregularly at every minute touch, at every brush of their fingers.

Matteo swears he’s going to have a heart attack.

They’re sitting on the couch, arms pressed together. David’s skin is sticky from the heat of the room, but Matteo doesn’t care.

“Has she noticed?” Matteo murmurs into David’s ear over the music.

David’s breath stutters, and he jerks his head away, looking around the room.

“She’s looking at us, yeah,” David replies, turning back to face Matteo. He bites his lip hesitantly. “She looks confused.”

“How do we clear things up, then?” Matteo wonders, looking down at David’s lips involuntarily. He honestly can’t even help himself, not with David so close to him.

“I…” David trails off, his eyes darting around nervously. They finally settle back on Matteo. “I’ve been trying to do that.”

“I know?” Matteo scrunches his eyebrows in confusion.

“Yeah, just like,” David pauses, biting his lip again and letting out a shaky breath. “You know when you really like someone but they’re just so oblivious about it?”

“Yeah,” Matteo mumbles. His heart pounds. David’s cheeks flush again, but it must be from the heat of the room.

“And like, you try to ask them out, but you really fuck it up?” David asks, his voice hesitant and shaky.

“You mean Leonie’s been trying to ask you out,” Matteo points out, ignoring the sinking in his stomach. It’s not David’s fault that Matteo reads into every single little thing.

“Fuck,” David groans in frustration, throwing his head back against the back of the couch. “I’ve been trying to ask you out, you idiot.”

Matteo freezes. The people around him surely must continue to exist, but Matteo pays them no mind. Despite the blaring trap music, the humidity from all the sweaty bodies, and the loud laughs, Matteo reckons they’re the only people in the room; in the world.

“What?” Matteo stutters out. It feels like icicles are traveling down his back, despite the heat of the room.

“I’ve been into you for the longest time,” David rushes out, his cheeks never losing their flush. “And I was trying to ask you out because I figured I had nothing to lose but then when I tried you just looked so confused, and so I thought, oh shit, he’s not into me, so then I lied about the fake dating thing and-”

“You’re rambling,” Matteo blurts out. He doesn’t think he even has control over his body at the moment.

“Sorry,” David sighs, looking down at his hands in his lap. He looks back up at Matteo. “I’ve ruined our friendship, haven’t I?”

Matteo’s head snaps to look at David properly. “Ruined?”

“Yeah,” David shrugs pitifully. Matteo wants to kiss the frown right off his face. “Because you don’t like me like that, I got the message the first time.”

“I-” Matteo stutters out, clearing his dry throat. “I do like you like that.”

David gapes at him, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m just, kind of a fucking idiot,” Matteo continues hesitantly, gauging David’s micro-expressions carefully. “And I thought that you didn’t like me. So I just didn’t say anything.”

“Oh,” David breathes out, looking down at his hands for a second, and then letting out a snort. “I guess I kind of made it look like that, didn’t I?”

“Yup.”

David lets out a long sigh and collapses against the backrest of the couch. Matteo follows him, letting out his own whoosh of air from his lungs. His t-shirt sticks to his back uncomfortably, but funnily enough, he has never been more comfortable in his life.

“You’re not an idiot, by the way,” David says, turning his head to look at Matteo with playful eyes. “We’re idiots.”

“Valid,” Matteo shrugs, unable to stop the grin on his face. He turns to David. “But-”

Matteo doesn’t even remember what he was going to say, because the love of his life is currently kissing him.

Matteo smiles into the kiss, leaning forward on unstable hands to get closer, always closer, to David, to breathe in his scent. David reaches up to tangle his hand into Matteo’s hair, tugging on the strands slightly, and Matteo’s brain shuts off.

All he feels is his heart pounding, his stomach dropping in the best way possible. He feels open, raw, vulnerable. David sighs shakily against his lips. Matteo can feel David’s heart pounding against his own, and suddenly, he doesn’t feel as vulnerable anymore. This is David. The same David who’s a total nerd for pretentious films, who teases Matteo relentlessly, whose hair looks like a stalk of broccoli when he’s just woken up. He’s David. He’s the one who has been just as open, just as vulnerable, right from the very start of their relationship. This is the boy that Matteo loves.

Matteo pays no attention to the heat of the room, and instead gets even closer, running his tongue along David’s lower lip. David moans (or at least, Matteo thinks he does) over the loud music and opens his mouth, and Matteo slides his tongue in-

“You owe me ten euros!” Screams a feminine voice, startling Matteo enough to jump back.

He whips his head over to meet Leonie and Sara, definitely drunk, excitedly bouncing up and down.

“Huh?” David says next to Matteo. When Matteo turns to look at him, he almost looks drunk.

Love drunk, Matteo thinks giddily.

“We had a bet!” Leonie giggles, throwing her arm around Sara’s shoulders to steady herself. “That you two would get together at this party! Sara thought you’d take longer, but it looks like I’m the winner!”

“I don’t even care,” Sara gushes, stumbling dangerously, almost knocking the both of them over. “You two are so cute, oh my god!”

“Um…” Matteo looks at David, who smirks at him.

“Anyways,” Leonie says, throwing her other arm around Sara in a tight hug. Sara wraps her arms around Leonie’s waist, her cheeks flushing slightly. “We’ll leave you two be! Be safe, use protection!”

The two girls probably walk away, but Matteo pays them no mind.

Not when David guides his chin with two fingers to place another kiss on Matteo’s lips. Matteo swoons.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” David murmurs when their lips part again.

Matteo reaches up to cup David’s flushed cheeks. He places another kiss to his lips.

“Can we…” Matteo licks his lips nervously. “Can we keep doing it?”

He doesn’t say it out loud, but David seems to get it.

“If you want,” David shrugs, trying to look nonchalant but failing miserably.

“I want,” Matteo replies, giggling as David rolls his eyes fondly.

“My boyfriend’s such an idiot,” David declares, and even though he’s teasing, Matteo’s heart swirls.

“Damn right he is,” Matteo retorts, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend softly.

Whatever comeback David had is lost in a flurry of soft kisses, sweaty hands, and fluttering heartbeats.

[kinkymagnus]

The Pain In Your Eyes

hey wow this is from FIVE YEARS AGO (exaggeration but is it? really? why don’t i ever do anything) but this is like the “send me a title and i’ll tell you what kind of fic i’d write for it” 

ok so

uhh this is like, mostly tangentially related but look,  i couldn’t think of anything (hence why i took so long to answer lkghjfgh im sorry) but for some reason i’m really feeling TWI MAGIC REVEAL, BABEY!

(this got….WOO. incredibly long)

so okay! okay! how does alec find out his boyfriend is secretly a 400+ year old  warlock with cat eyes and magic powers? there are lots of ways. i’m personally fond of “magnus is still getting used to having his magic back so he’s actually Extremely Not Subtle and alec like. kinda guessed there was something paranormal going on but his magical boyfriend was too nervous to tell him yet so he was patiently waiting and when magnus finally nervously blurts out the truth alec is like “warlock, huh? sweet” and magnus is like????????? im a Monster???? half demon?? i have inhuman powers and eyes that show my monstrous heritage??? i have been keeping this huge secret from you and i didn’t trust you and it’s horrible and awful and life changing and i’m IMMORTAL and im part DEMON and why aren’t you YELLING AT ME? and alec’s like i have an adorable half-demon bf this is hella sweet. your eyes are beautiful and your magic is not subtle babe. im not gonna yell at you for being like, scared of telling me, it’s cool. also about the immortality thing: talked to your clearly magical friend with the horns, and im FOR SURE chugging an immortality potion at our wedding. and magnus is like (happy but shocked) WEDDING? this is like five consecutive bitch slaps for him, except instead of bitch slaps they’re deep and loving kisses. 

BUT. this is an angsty prompt, let’s be real. not that that has zero angst potential, but to focus more on pain in eyes…. mmm… >:) so REWIND

magnus has been keeping his magic a secret. possibly even to his own detriment, like he still doesn’t have super great control but he’s like, TIGHTLY lashing that shit down because ALEC CAN’T SEE HE CAN’T HE CAN’T and it’s like. hurting his recovery from being dormant for so long, but as long as it gets him more time with alec :))) he hardly cares :)))) 

BUT. but but but. ok look im so tempted with “magnus accidentally shows off his cat eyes during sex” but SERIOUS. SERIOUS. ANGSTY. SERIOUS. magnus slips up. not during sex, sorry. he slips up. 

oh my god wait i have an idea. a horrible horrible idea

this is so bad i dont even know if i like it but

LET’S TRY IT

oka Y SO magnus has been tightly controlling this shit but he can’t help but slip up sometimes. he can’t help it, okay. it’s mostly minor things. he’s upset and things tremble on the shelves, he’s really happy and the plants literally perk up and he looks kinda like he’s glowing. sometimes things move closer to him when he needs them–usually not super obviously, but alec’s still kind of like wait wasn’t that over there a second ago? 

and he’s trying his best but he doesn’t catch everything, doesn’t even always notice because it feels so natural. he sips coffee that should be boiling hot only it’s just right and he isn’t burned. (alec brings him some really fresh coffee and he tries to warn magnus before he picks it up but before he can yell it’s in magnus’s hands and he’s taking a sip and–he’s fine. not burned at all. and he looks at alec with that adorable little confused look, brow furrowed and head slightly tipped to the side, and alec doesn’t know quite what to say because that had definitely been too hot for human consumption earlier…)

and every once in a while alec swears his eyes like. flash, or something? they look… different. it’s hard to explain, magnus always turns around or closes his eyes or SOMETHING but like. just for a second alec swears they looked brilliant gold. 

and his fortune telling abilities are like. good. weirdly good. like, he’s never wrong, good. and he knows things he shouldn’t, and he makes weird offhand comments that don’t make sense sometimes before getting flustered and glossing over them, and sometimes he acts like he’s been around for like. a LONG time. IT’S WEIRD.

anyway so it’s just little things. just enough to drive magnus into “slightly eerie” territory. alec’s not like, scared of him or anything, but he’s kind of like. is something……..up? 

and alright this next bit is where it gets a bit hazy but i’m thinking for like. whatever reason. maybe alec’s not the only one who’s noticed, maybe some other people have too, maybe jace if we want to pull him here and make him a douchebag (kind of hard, though–not the douche thing, but like, he’s literally not friends with alec in TWI, so… i mean, thank god, but. hard to get him in, then. maybe through clary? idk.) but anYWAY the point is 

fucking jonathan gets involved. i wanted to make valentine the crazy preacher but he’s already got a role in TWI and jonathan’s a crazy shitbag in every universe, let’s be real. and jonathan is like THIS SOUNDS LIKE DEMONIC POSSESSION TO ME. THINGS MOVING AROUND? STRANGE EYES? WEIRD PAST? KNOWING THINGS HE SHOULDN’T? NEVER GETS BURNED? SEEMS OLD? CAN DIVINE THE FUTURE? SOUNDS DEMONIC TO ME, BABY. 

and alec is like whoa hold on. wait. but jonathan, manipulative fuck that he is, is like. all smooth talkin. like hey, aren’t you worried about your boyfriend? what if he’s hurt? what if this is hurting him and you’re doing nothing to stop it? what if we can save him? 

it doesn’t help that magnus has been acting weirdly lately (read: worried alec might be onto him since ALEC’S been acting weird, and psyching himself up to TELL ALEC THE TRUTH) and alec. doesn’t know what to do. 

but ultimately he’s convinced when he overhears/sees magnus meeting up with his friend. which is ragnor portalling into his home, horns and all, and them talking in hushed panicked whispers. and alec’s like “oh fuck what a demon is possessing my boyfriend” 

he’s heard family legends their ancestors were demon hunters, but unfortunately not much about warlocks and the like so he doesn’t make the connection, he just thinks “oh shit, the legends were true, and i of all people ironically am dating someone being messed with by a demon. well, I’M THE BEST PERSON TO SAVE HIM THEN.” 

ok i wanna be clear alec wouldn’t like. take this far and actually hurt magnus, ever. like he’s not about to tie him up and carve symbols into his chest or something. he’s just mundane and worried and unsure what the fuck to do and manipulative evil little bitch jonathan is taking advantage. 

and honestly i’m not sure how far to take this either, the image i have is magnus like. tied up in a pentagram and jonathan about to be a crazy bitch and alec being like “oh fuck this this is NOT what i signed up for” bonus if he was worried about magnus being possessed for realsies but then he sees magnus’s cat eyes and they’re like. too. him. they’re full of pain and fear and this kind of resignation and alec is like no that’s no fucking demon, that’s the man i love, or maybe it’s both, maybe he is the demon, but i don’t care because magnus is a demon then i guess demons are good because magnus and evil don’t go together EVER. 

but like at the same time, the heartbreak/trust shattering that could cause–alec like, trying to “exorcise” him for being a demon? MMM DON’T LIKE THAT. like i’m not looking for a relationship breaker here, just some juicy angst with a happy ending. and i feel like with a lot of careful planning that might work, but i don’t. really want to right now. 

so LIKE. maybe not that far, maybe alec is planning on confronting him and he’s got something dumb like a holy water water pistol (shoutout to ryan bergara, i love you) and salt, but he’s like “idek what i’m gonna do if he ends up being possessed but i sure as hell know i’ll save him if it kills me” but he like. before he can even get the words out. for whatever reason. don’t call me out on not knowing why, maybe he catches magnus by surprise or comes home early, idk. he sees magnus’s eyes. and they’re these gorgeous golden cat eyes. and alec can see the moment magnus realizes alec can see them, his eyes go wide and scared and he looks hurt and a little sick and like he’s already lost something irreplaceable and it hurts that he looks so. there’s so MUCH PAIN IN HIS EYES (aay,, aYYY.,, titteLEE) and also. god his eyes are so pretty. even beginning to tear up they’re so pretty. and alec has so many things he wants to say ranging from i love you and nothing will ever change that to seriously please stop looking heartbroken i need to hug you right now i love you so much to i know what you are–i mean, like, not what as in a thing, but what as in you’re a demon and i know and it’s okay, to wow your eyes are pretty to wow i am dating a demon okay and alec is just like. he just blurts out “holy shit you’re beautiful” and that’s all because with the “reassure magnus he is loved!!!” and “MAGNUS IS HURTING RED ALERT” and “So Your Boyfriend’s A Demon” feelings going on, Gay™ just overrides all the panic 

like he’s forgotten about the holy water and the salt he’s just like. oh my god. pretty. sexy. wonderful. and absolutely for-sure magnus and nothing else. so again there’s just that fun thought process of “does this mean my boyfriend IS the demon because that’s not a demon, that’s magnus” to “ok sweet im dating a cute ass demon” to “demons are good now i guess? or at least mine is? that’s neat” 

because like, while demons obviously traditionally get a bad rap, there are plenty of fucking books and tv shows and fiction wherein demons are the good guys, or not so bad, or whatever. so to a non-religious mundane with no concept of real demons as according to shadowhunters canon, “good demon” isn’t necessarily impossible or that hard to accept. 

magnus will probably not take the misunderstanding of being called a demon that well, but he will be thoroughly mystified by the fact that despite thinking he’s a straight-up full-on demon, alec is not upset or horrified but in fact kind of pleased. 

but anyway alec’s like “i’ve figured it out! i’m pretty sure you’re a demon, and that’s why [evidence here], but like, it’s okay! holy water is banned from the house and i know the salt thing is only a particular kind of salt but i swear if it helps, no fucking salt in the house. definitely none of that kind of salt. i originally thought you were possessed but i have burned all exorcism shit and anti demon things i had and i will literally do anything to protect you. should i say oh satan or oh lucifer instead of oh god? that’s fine. just wondering. i will literally give you my soul. i love you” and magnus is like i love you but oh my god oh my god oh my g

(also this doesn’t really fit in but i do have the image of alec squirting magnus with the holy water pistol and it just like. splashes on his face. and magnus is like. [disgruntled blink, nose all scrunched up, Adorable] [gingerly wipes off water] “why” and alec’s like so you’re not a demon, cool. wait, or demons don’t actually react badly to holy water. or you’re hiding it somehow. or my water isn’t holy enough. fuck)  

AN ywa YY. magnus has to explain he isn’t a demon (”oh shit fuck i’m sorry shit did i hurt your feelings goddamn it i can’t believe i jumped to conclusions”) he’s half demon (”okay i wasn’t THAT far off and don’t give me that look i’m not judging you i love you very much and this changes nothing”) and uhhhhhh he’s an immortal warlock with magical powers and the cat eyes are his mark and he has magic and he’s 400 years old and he’s been dormant for a very long time and he’s sorry he lied and didn’t tell alec and he really isn’t evil or anything and please say something, alexander.

and alec is just like “okay this is a lot to take in but ten minutes ago i thought you were just straight-up a demon and was cool with it so you really think i wouldn’t be cool with this?”

anyway like. they just fucking… it’s a little anticlimactic. magnus feels like his feet have been swept out from under him, alec’s just okay with it, other than a minor initial freakout, and that’s… it?

of course, there’s still jonathan. you know what, here’s how to get some drama back into it. alec never really like, actually got close with jonny boy or anything, it was just someone he talked to in passing who was like “ur bf is possessed bro. i can…… exorcise him if u like” and he like. knows about the downworld, but believes they’re all evil demons and bad and he’s the true shadowhunter or something? but he’s just crazy and a horrible person? idk. but anyway he like. shows up again. he might try to cause some drama by being like “ur boyfriend sent me >:) to SEND YOU BACK TO HELL” but it doesn’t work, magnus’s heart aches a little at the thought but he knows it’s not true, you know?

but like jonathan tries to hurt him and magnus is like, fumbling with his magic a bit, still slightly off kilter (especially because he’s still been trying to hide it a lot and stifle it and he’s not quite in sync). but alec like, defends him (because he took self defense classes and like, martial arts and shit, even as a mundane he knows how to pack a punch, you know?) and he gets hurt. jonathan goes after him (why are you supporting this monster? this demon? why are you on his side? …maybe you’re possessed too–) and magnus is like. OH NO. YOU FUCKING. DON’T. and fucking WRECKS him. like full magic avatar state bullshit, he’s like “i will fucking BEAT YOUR ASS, leave alec the FUCK ALONE.” and he basically like. idek portals jonathan to the middle of the sahara or across the world or on a remote island that has resources but no way off? idk what he ends up doing, but it like, takes care of him without necessarily killing him

but like. magnus is super powerful, but using that much magic abruptly after years and years of nothing takes its toll and he passes out. alec, slightly bruised up and maybe a little bloodied but ultimately fine, carries him bridal style (!!!!!!!!!!!) and magnus wakes up in bed, warm and safe and comfy with alec by his side, all patched up and also fine, and cat and ragnor and raphael all there like “hey idiot” bc WHY DIDN’T MAGNUS TELL THEM ABOUT HIS WEIRD NEW MUNDANE BOYFRIEND AND ALL THIS DRAMA THAT WAS HAPPENING? OTHER THAN THE MINOR DETAILS? they’ve been talking with alec and like. they have varying opinions but the general consensus is “he seems to be treating magnus good and he clearly loves magnus, and we like that.”

ANYWAY THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEY CUDDLE AND SNUGGLE AND ALEC ASKS QUESTIONS ABOUT HIS MAGIC AND MAGNUS IS COMFORTABLE WITH HIMSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME AND USES HIS MAGIC OPENLY AND EVENTUALLY ALEC BECOMES IMMORTAL AND THEY GET MARRIED AND IT’S HAPPY YAY

anywaYYYY this got……super fucking long. but the title thing is ujst basically “alec knows magnus is magnus and not Something Else because there’s like. real emotion in his “demon” eyes and he looks scared and pained and it’s SAD and alec’s like “shit yeah this is him and i love him” and that’s the turning point of the story” 

[blackroseguzzi]

Dead and Alive

CHAPTER ONE:

As Josephine walked back up to Oceanside she could hear the children behind her singing songs, Judith’s sweet voice filling her ears. She walked ahead as the kids started to play around in the shells, she wanted to find Aaron and catch up on their plans. She knew she was needed back at Alexandria to watch over Negan while he was tending to the crops. She had put another man, Adam, in charge for the time being, and it always made Josephine on edge to know Negan wasn't under her watchful eye.

She was barely up the hill when she heard Judith call for her. She twirled around, and her small smile disappeared as she looked down at the pile of whatever items the kids had collected on the beach. Among the vast variety of shells, and starfish was a walkers mask. Which only could mean one thing. Whisperers.

Michonne, Daryl, Josephine and Aaron gathered together to pass the word to Alexandria about the Mask the children had found at the estuary. Gabriel was on the other end of the radio, his voice filled with confusion and worry.

“What does it mean? Are they back?” He asked quickly. Aaron glanced up at Daryl and Josephine who shot a look between each other.

“We don't know, but Alexandria should go on lockdown just in case,” Aaron replied. He didn't want to take any chances, especially since this was his home and where his family lives each and every day. Josephine didn’t blame him, her whole like was revolved around making choices to protect the ones you love, and Aaron knew he wanted to make sure that no matter what the people of Alexandria had nothing to worry about.

Suddenly Michonne jumped up, her finger to the button on the Radio, mentioning to Gabriel to hold off on that plan.

“We need to be on alert until further notice,” She stated calmly. Gabriel agreed, and they ended their conversation. Aaron looked up at Michonne wondering why she was downplaying the fact a mask was found. Whisperers had come into their community before and killed so many wonderful people that he knew, and they could do it again.

“I appreciate your caution, I do. But we don't need our people in a panic,” Michonne’s voice was low and sympathetic. She didn't want to worry anymore further until they knew more.

“No one saw Alpha’s herd move out, so maybe no one saw them move back in.” Aaron looked for Josephine for support.

“I do agree with Aaron, we owe it to our people to be sure there are no other signs of them out there,” Josephine crossed her arms and looked to Michonne, who knew Josephine was right.

“I’ll gather a group and we’ll leave at five,” She replied, quickly. 

“im hanging back for a bit, for Carol,” Josephine said softly. She wanted to go look for signs of Alpha’s herd but she also hadn't seen her friend in almost a year, and sometimes in this life you had to remember your personal connections with people and to make time for the ones you love.

“I’ll stay back with her,” Daryl spoke out, making Michonne look to him. She was happy they were back on somewhat good terms. She knew Josephine had been hurt by Daryl after her brothers death. Michonne had talked to Daryl too many times, asking him to go back home and to be with his family, but Daryl felt the guilt on his shoulders and wouldn't stop until something was found. After all those years, he would still return and have family dinners at Michonne’s and even if they didn't talk as much, Josephine was always there beside him.

She remembered the first time she had met Josephine. She was pointing a gun to her head as Rick interrogated her at the prison. After getting to know her over the years she discovered that Josephine was tough, smart, quiet, kind and loyal. She remembers when Daryl had almost shot an arrow through her skull for talking back to Josephine. She knew the two were a duo right from the start and she discovered that he too possessed the same qualities that Josephine had. They were not an unlikely pair, and the love they had for each other ran deep. Rick never really talked about his own childhood, but you also could tell that Rick had come out of a shitty situation cleaner and faster than his sister had.

Michonne nodded to the two of them, making sure they were to tell Carol that she better say goodbye before she leaves again.

Josephine walked ahead of Daryl towards where her backpack and Axe lay. She felt Daryl following and she grabbed her backpack and turned to face him, a smiling playing on her lips as the breeze touched her face, a few strands of hair falling out of her bun and onto her face.

“What’re ya lookin’ at me like that for?” Daryl asked, his eyebrows in a questioning look.

“I can’t smile at you?” Josephine laughed lightly and brushed past him, walking towards the woods. She was going to go take the trails in the woods towards the dock and wait for Carol.

“Yo, wait up!” Daryl called after her “We can take the bike.” Josephine stopped and twisted her body to face him. She loved riding his bike, and how fast he always zipped through the woods. It was like nothing had mattered in the world except the two of them and the world around her flying by.

“Now I know why you’re looking at me like that,” Daryl smirked gently, as she approached him he slung an arm around her shoulder and they walked towards his bike.

The engine revved to life as the two of them road down the pathways in the woods. Josephine felt warm flutters in her stomach as she clutched onto Daryl around his waist. Suddenly, his bike didn't turn at the spot that lead them towards the docks.

“Hey, you missed our turn!” Josephine shot out, confused.

“Nah, aint going there just yet,” He shouted back at her. He felt her tense behind him for a moment, but she loosened up a bit as Daryl pulled on the throttle making the bike go faster, something Josephine loved on that thing - speed.

Daryl parked the bike next to a clearing of trees, where it looked like a little camp was set up. Daryl explained that sometimes he would come out here to show some people of Oceanside some different ways of hunting and tracking food, and that was their spot to rest. Josephine smiled politely, and sat down on the long taking off her backpack.

“I’m sorry for all the times I’ve pissed ya off in the last couple years,” Daryl said calmly, placing himself down on the log next to her. She picked up a rock, throwing it a few feet away. Talking about feelings were never Josephine’s thing. She had a rough exterior that she hardly opened up to many, and that was what was nice about her and Daryl, they didn't have to say much about how they were feeling- they just felt it and it was good enough for each other, but Daryl wanted to try and do better and be more open with her. He had grown a lot in the years from the Quarry. Josephine had too, but a lot of bad things had happened to her and he felt like the poor girl was just jumping hurdle after hurdle in this world, and he vowed to her to make himself one of the good parts in her life.

“I’m sorry you pissed me off, too.” Josephine half smiled before letting out a small sigh.

“Well, no reason to start anything anymore if we don’t gotta,” Daryl replied, pulling out some food from his bag and handing some to her. She gladly took it, the gesture giving her more butterflies at the thought of Daryl bringing her to a nice little spot for lunch.

“Why did you bring me out here?” Josephine asked quietly, chewing on a piece of jerky.

Daryl looked at her intensely, it was as if his eyes were burning into her soul. She knew what he wanted to say, but she also knew that he couldn’t. It just wasn't who Daryl was or will ever be, and that was fine with Josephine, especially since his eyes told so many stories and emotions for him.

“Can’t I take my wife to the woods to eat some grub and relax?” Daryl huffed, looking down at his food, annoyed at Josephine’s attitude today. He started pulling pieces of string off the piece of twine he had wrapped their lunch with.

“I’ll stop,” Josephine stated quietly, she didn't want to upset him, especially when she knew he was trying.

“Ya know you're my best friend, right?” Daryl asked, shooting a glance at Josephine who laughed slightly.

“Want me to make us some friendship bracelets? I could make them match, make a matching collar for dog too,” Josephine saw Daryls jaw start to clench and she realized she might have said something wrong, but she didn't quite know exactly what.

“Aint like you’d wear it,” He replied quietly. That hit Josephine hard in the gut, and she realized that dig was about her wedding ring. She ignored his dig and continued to eat, reminding herself that she would put on her ring as soon as she got back to Alexandria

“Do you ever think this is all there is?” Josephine asked quietly, watching Daryl pick at his food. “Just running into people, killing them, doing it day in and day out until the last person standing says enough?”

“Sometimes I think we’re just surviving one fight to the next,” Daryl responded honestly.

“It was like that before all this, when it was you and me and the original gang,” Josephine smiled at the memory of back at the farm, and the prison. The good as it gets days.

“There has to be people like us out there, right?” Daryl asked, looking to you for an answer.

“Let’s just start over,” Josephine whispered softly, a small smile playing at her lips.

“What, like run away together?” Daryl laughed at her for a second.

“Head out west,” Josephine stated.

“New Mexico,” Daryl responded, looking out in the distance. Thinking of how nice it would be to get away from the battles they seemed to always face around the corner.

“What the hell is in New Mexico?” Josephine questioned

“People who make friendship bracelets,” Daryl smirked, and Josephine laughed at his joke. She had a genuine smile across her face, and it was something Daryl loved so much. She had an award winning smile, and her whole face lit up when she did and Daryl found it magical and the little dimples on her cheeks as she did it drove him nuts.

“No more fighting,” He spoke softly, and as their eyes locked he handed Josephine the piece of twine he had been toying with as they talked, and he had tied a few nots and braided the little pieces enough to make it resemble a bracelet.

Josephine felt her heart swell a bit, and broke into a smile. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it, considering the two of them were a far cry from showing extra affection than needed. “Carol will probably be here soon, I think the sun’s gonna set here in a bit. Take us to the docks?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Daryl replied getting up and walking over to his bike and hoping on. You looked down at your little bracelet and grinned slightly. She got up from their lunch date and placed herself behind Daryl on his bike. She kissed him softly on the shoulder before he turned on the bike and they were riding out into the forest once more.

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Found (Outside The Screen) (Dream x GN! Reader) Part 2

Request: That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

I have written this three times over because tumblr didn’t save it. THEN. Tumblr doesn’t show it to ANYONE unless they check my account. This happened to my Ranboo fic as well... I will honestly cry if no one sees this.

Part 1 

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

Despite living in this house with him for a little over two years, it was beginning to feel like a maze. You couldn't tell which way was left and which way was right, your head spinning with panic as you gasped for breath.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

There were plenty of things failing to register in your mind as you ran down the empty sidewalks. Such as the poor choice (or lack) of shoes you were wearing, or even the heavy night rain pelting down on your shaking body.

Your lungs were burning.. But your brain had thrown itself so far into fight or flight mode that you had no care for anything around you, hardly blinking twice as the signs of unfamiliar street names flew past you.

Eventually, when you physically couldn't breathe any longer, you sat on a bench and took awhile to think. The consistent rain pelting down on your head was actually a decent grounder to help you snap yourself out of it... But that only caused more confusion and another wave of panic to wash over you.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you choked back a few sobs, trying your best to keep what was left of your composure. Very quickly, however, you gave up on trying to hold yourself together and broke down, hiding your face in your knees.

Time seemed to pass by way too quickly but also way too slowly at the same time.. Like time itself was giving you the one finger salute. When you finally stopped crying, you leaned back against the back of the bench and gave a shaky sigh before you decided to attempt to think rationally again.

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

You quickly scrambled to your pocket to pull out the cellular device, and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. Anxiety was the reason for your hesitance as you stared into your reflection, frowning slightly. Without thinking twice, you pressed the button and the screen lit up with various arrays of colours.

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

Twitter seemed to be losing their minds over your boyfriend's stream and wondering who the stranger was. Seeing the headlines flooded you with immeasurable guilt and you almost put your phone down again, if your phone didn't start buzzing.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

He sighed and there was a little bit of shuffling as well as a few male voices in the background. "No. Not in the slightest... Where are you? I want to apologize in person.. And when it doesn't sound like you're in a hurricane.."

You lifted your head up to look at the rain that was continuing to pelt down on you before looking around. "..I'm not sure.." You heard your partner echo your statement in question form as you looked for street signs through the rain. Glancing back at your phone, you saw the screen light up again, this time it was a warning label.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

There was a little bit of clattering and shuffling on the line as Clay hurriedly walked from the windows to the door, trying to see you from the home. "G-give me landmarks! Hurry!" He practically begged as you shot up from your bench, ignoring the burning soreness in your legs.

Spinning around quickly, you began listing off a few company buildings you saw, trying to shout over the rain and a few cars driving by. "Yeah-yeah! There's also that little sushi place beside the restaurant too.."

You heard the furious typing of his computer before another almost sob of relief. "You're on Rosewood Avenue... How the hell did you run that far? Okay, you're going to walk in the opposite direction of the sushi place until you reach a road called Miller Road, got that?" He waited for a verbal noise of agreement before continuing, "Once you get there, turn left and keep walking straight until you get to a steakhouse. I'll meet you half way, if you don't see me there, don't move unless you have to. Got it?" He asked firmly, with a small hint of desperation in his tone.

You rubbed your face as you mentally repeated the directions to yourself. "Yeah.. Yeah.. I got it." You began to walk along the sidewalks, your shoulders beginning to tremble from the water induced shivers trailing up and down your spine.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

Your mind was blurry but also hyper aware along the walk to the road where Clay told you to go. 'What was he going to say? If... He doesn't hate me... was he going to say- No.. no. He hadn't said that line in over a few months now.. No reason why he would say it now..' You mentally scolded yourself.

The rain didn't seem to be too keen on letting up as you walked through large rippling puddles. Your clothes were soaked, your hair completely drenched and you were pretty sure you were gonna need to buy a new phone with how much your current one was getting waterlogged..

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Part of you was still a bit.. angry... at Clay... He had ignored you for so long and wanted nothing to do with you.. Then suddenly you spill hot coffee on yourself and then boom, you have the man more focused than when he has a good speed run seed. What about all those times you were begging him to come to bed, or at least eat dinner at the table with you? Did you only matter when you were in pain?

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

As you began to walk closer, you saw him lift his head and stare at you for a few seconds before dropping the umbrella and lunge forward to wrap you in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry.." Was the first thing he whispered, his voice almost as hoarse as yours. "I know.. that a simple apology will never excuse what I put you through... You cared for me, and even after a stupidly ignored you... You still didn't leave, or get angry. I don't deserve you, I know that, and you have every right to be upset, angry or whatever you're feeling right now.. Please, it doesn't matter how long it takes... Just let me make it up to you and let me prove myself worthy of your love again.."

Your lips parted in surprise as you stared at him, the streetlight poorly capturing his normal beauty, but still doing it well enough that you felt your heart soar. "Clay..." Your eyes traced his features, his puffy and reddened eyes and his cheeks stained with tear tracks, "You have a lot to work and make up for... I'm not going to forgive you immediately, but I'm not going to leave you.. We can work things out.. Together, okay?"

He eagerly nodded and gently held your face in his hands before pressing a light kiss to your forehead. "I'll break away from video editing and streaming for a while.. So I can focus on repairing things with you.."

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

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Chapter 10 Days of Repair

First Previous Masterlist

A/N: Yall this one is pretty fluffy!, Im already working on the next update but classes just started up again so It might be a little bit before I update again, Also I plan on making a masterlist for this work and I will update previous chapters to include the link to it 

When they entered Diamond City again the arrival of the brotherhood was the only talk of the town, everyone seemed upset about their presence in the commonwealth, but Riona had never heard of them or even seen them until now.   Nick parted ways with them at the dugout and declared them to stop by when Riona could walk on her own.    MacCready at this point was supporting almost all of her weight, she looked terrible, gore was smeared all over her face and she was hardly conscious anymore near delirious with her dizzy. It was clear that she was badly concussed and would need to address her injuries when they got a room. MacCready and Nick hardly took any damage during the assault on Fort Hagen, Riona typically drew the most fire so their own injuries had been near misses or bruises. He shook his head and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her into the dugout and into a room, Dogmeat had returned to his typical dopey dog routine and curled up onto the couch.    “You gotta stop doing this doll,” he muttered as he placed her down on the bed, and started rummaging through her ruck to find the medkit. He pulled out three stimpacts and a medx that she had.

  He gave her a quarter of the medx before he shot her up with three stimpacks, hoping to knock her out before the effects of high doses of stimpack made her nauseous. It momentary concerned him when she passed out so fast but when he brought his hand to her nose he felt her breathing. He went to the restroom and wet some cloths and loaded one with alcohol, and went about trying to clean up the blood that smeared her face, the gash on her forehead he deemed would have to do with just bandaging because he didn't think he could handle stitching her up at this moment.   He was trembling as he cleaned her up inspecting her wounds, he started to realize how close she had been to overdoing it. He set her nose and bandaged that and slowly worked on pulling her out of her armor and leather, he noticed the large dent in the chest plate and pulled her shirt up to see the blossoming of bruises on her ribs, frowning he pushed on them slightly to determine if any had been broken, but quickly stopped when he heard her whine in pain at the action.   Once he had gotten her out of armor and mostly cleaned up he pulled her out of her gore covered clothes and dressed her in spare clothes she kept in her ruck. He tried his best to clean up and untangle her hair before adjusting her on the bed tucking her into the blankets, laying his duster over her and patting the spot next to her to have dogmeat with her. He hoped that she was out of it enough that nightmares wouldn't wake her up like the night after the interview.   It was fortunate that she was so drugged out because if she had been any more conscious without a doubt she would have stayed asleep, already having rolled onto her stomach clutching the pillow beneath her.. MacCready had cleaned himself up but had worked himself into a tissy about how much he had given her, that when he laid down next to her he kept a hand on her back to make sure she was still breathing.  It was a long night for MacCready and had only just fallen asleep when she jerked awake and emptied her stomach into the bucket that he had placed by her, immediately he was up next to her pulled her hair back and helped her lie back down, she clutched her head and he brought over a cool cloth placing it down on her forehead.    "Thank you” it was small and weak but he heard it when she spoke, she leaned into his hand when he placed his hand on her. Frowning he absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair.   “Go back to bed, it'll be okay.” She nodded and curled in on herself eyes unopened. He climbed back into bed and was up for the majority of the night, only sinking into sleep when Riona had turned over, laid her head and hand on his chest, he curled his arms around her and pulled up the blankets on them.   He doesn't know what time it was when he woke up but he knows she was still fast asleep on him, he ran his fingers through her hair playing with it until she grumbled and stretched out.   He slipped out of her grasp and encouraged Dogmeat to move closer to her before he stepped out of the room. He went to collect noodles from the bar out in the commons for them to eat, and when he reentered the room Riona was just sitting up, adjusting her hair to sit nicely after having been down sleeping. She smiled sleepily when he handed her a bowl of noodles and thanked him. Her voice was rough and raw, most likely from screaming yesterday, and the hot broth helped sooth it.   “Riona, you gotta be more careful when we're out. It's no use if you die before you save your son.” He sat on the couch and tried not to sound like he was mothering her but he was so worried during the assault when she took off at it still hasn’t gone away. She frowned, her face twisting up and she turned from him.   “I know. It's just hard. He was so small when he was born, I didn't even want kids, he wasn't even Nate’s but he decided a kid could save our marriage, all it did was build resentment, but when he was born it was like something shifted and all I needed to do was keep him safe. And I let damn Nate hold him in the vault and now he's gone. It feels like everything is slipping again and I can't take it all the time. I thought we had him yesterday and it was all squandered when Kellogg didn't have him.   I've never felt that angry in my entire life, not even in the army programs with their chems. And I know I gotta keep it under control but it's so damn hard.” She was staring down at her bowl, watching is swirl as she spilled out her emotions, it was clear she was embarrassed and didn't want to look at MacCready.   He was silent for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts and trying to determine if he was going to tell her about Duncan when it was already spilling from his lips.   “My son... He’s sick. I don't know what's wrong with him. One day he was playing in the fields behind our farm the next he took fever and broke out in blue boils. Last I saw him he was too weak to walk. I didn't dare ask him to come with me.” he paused looking from her to the walk next to him. “I know it's different than what's going on with Shaun, but I want you to know you're not alone.” He stood up and made to leave pulling his cap back on and adjusting his scarf.   “Can you come here?” Riona reached her hand out, waiting for him to take it when he did she pulled him to settle on the bed tugging his cap off and running her fingers through his hair. “Thank you.” she was momentarily bleary eyed and narrowly focused on carding through his hair.   “Why did you leave the capital wasteland if he's still back there?” She leaned back against the headboard and let MacCready lay his head on her lap, still running her fingers through his hair, she spoke in low tones and was looking towards the window in the room. He took a deep breath and held it for a long time, she had started to tell him it was okay that if he didn't want to answer.   “No its fine, I'm looking for a cure for him. I had met a man named Sinclair who said his friend had the same confliction had mentioned that there was a cure around here.” he had stopped himself from speaking, as if he didn't want to divulge information he held close like he didn't want to get his hopes up, He tugged at his scarf. “It doesn't matter, I ran with the gunners for a while and left abruptly can't do anything with them on my back all the time.” he had pulled back his hair to show a scar in his hairline, something she had momentarily forgotten. She looked back down at him and pulled his hand away.   “Why don't you just kill them?”   “It's not that simple, I would have to destroy the entire wing base… It's not something I can do by myself.” The fell into silence, he had closed his eyes and was lost in memories of other things he couldn't do. Riona still ran her fingers through his hair and had moved her other hand to be curled into his scarf, she was surprised that they had allowed themselves to be this open with each other. The last person she had held like this was a girlfriend when she was still in the army and honestly couldn't remember if she ever held Nate like this. But she was determined not to lose this connection with another person. And it's likely the main contributor to what followed.   “I'll help you.” it was short and serious, when he had opened his eyes in confusion she met his, he had opened his mouth to protest when she interrupted him. “He's been lost for a long time, a little more isn't going to change anything at this point. Let me help you.” she turned away from him clearly ending that conversation.   They had spent the rest of the day in the room, both unwilling to leave the unspoken comforts of each other.

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stuck with me 💍❤️

TAGGING  → @yourkittywilde & @sammynolanh

TIME FRAME  → 31 March 2019 

LOCATION  → Sammy & Kitty’s apartment, LA. 

WARNINGS  → None, actually. Bad cooking?

NOTES  →  Somewhere between Kitty yelling and making fun of girl’s hair extensions, Sammy thinks it’s the perfect time to propose.  idk i’m so bad at these summaries.

KITTY

It was Kitty's first day off since moving to L.A, and honestly? She was sort of exhausted. Between TMZ and college work she'd barely had time to sleep let alone spend significant time with her boyfriend. On top of that she was trying so hard to be better for Sammy. To be more thoughtful. To be nicer. Knowing it had only been  few weeks since Sammy was sick and in an effort to avoid ordering take out, Kitty had decided to cook. However somewhere between the boiling water spilling out onto the floor, tomatoes exploding in the pan and chicken that was now black, Kitty was somewhat defeated, sitting cross legged on the floor with dude in her lap. It was a lot easier when his neighbors did it for her in New York and Kitty just took the credit. "I suck at this, dude." She murmurs to the pup, patting him softly.

SAMMY

Sammy has been out on an evening hike with a few of his LA friends and was pretty tired when he had gotten home. Home. It was crazy to him that he was now living in LA and with Kitty, the love of his life, he honestly was scared it would all go away and he was just dreaming. When he entered the apartment he could smell a faint smoky smell as if something was burning. Confused he called out for kitty. “Babe?” He asked as he closed the door behind him and then saw the dog bolting from the kitchen, giving him a clue as where Kitty could be. And he was right. He looked down at her with a small laugh, finding  her distress just a bit charming. He looked around at the failed attempt at dinner and he pouted “Oh honey...” he said with a small chuckle as he kneeled on the ground in front of her.

KITTY

Kitty's nose wrinkles at Sammy's voice, and though she wants to stand up and pull herself together now he's home, shes just too tired. She looks up at him when he enters the room and chews on her lower lip as she watches him assess her failure. "I tried? I really did. And then things started beeping, timers started going off at random times and I couldn't remember which was which and there were flames and..." she shrugs defeatedly. "Gordon Ramsay makes it look way easier." She comments with a faint smile and pushes her hair away from her eyes. "I can make you cereal or... something? Is that healthy?"

SAMMY

Sammy scoots closer to her, straddling her legs as he leans down and kisses her forehead. “Well, I really do appreciate you trying.” He spoke softly. “You’ve been very helpful and supportive these past couple weeks and I’m very thankful for it... but you know you don’t have to be like super girl, right?” He asked her as he brought a hand up under her chin with a soft caress of his thumb to her cheek. “I’ll love you even if you don’t cook for me.” He smiles at her.

KITTY

"That's good since I think you'll find Quinn has already firmly cemented her role as Super Girl." She answers, not able to stop the smile that pulled at her lips when he touches her cheek. At least he noticed she was trying... it meant she must have been doing something right. "Does that mean we can get take out tonight?" Kitty looks past Sammy and up at the now hecticly messy kitchen. "Like... healthyish take out? I really cant eat oats one more day without going crazy. We can get whatever you want."

SAMMY

Sammy chuckles and kisses her tenderly. “That’s right. That’s her job.” He nodded “Yeah, we can order take out, I’ll take a shower so I stop stinking from the hike and then we can watch the oh so famous Kardashian’s you’ve raved about.” He suggested to her, hoping it sounded okay. He stood from his place on the floor and helped her up as he looked around. “But first I should help you clean up.” He said with a chuckle

KITTY

She nods and takes his hand to get up from the floor, squeezing it gently as a silent thank you. "Nope, go take a shower, babe. I can clean up out here." Kitty reassures him with a half smile, and stands on her toes to softly kiss his cheek. She might not be able to cook, but cleaning she could do without messing up. Besides... he was all sweaty. "The Kardashian's will be waiting for you when you get out. Just don't lie down and fall asleep or anything while you getting changed." She moves to the sink, and turns on the tap. "Unless you feel like you need to sleep of course 'cause you did just go hiking, so that's cool too." She adds with a quieter voice.

SAMMY

Sammy was tired, he spent most of his days feeling a bit tired and looking forward to sleep but being with Kitty after a hectic week felt like the right thing to do. Not only that, he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, he had hardly seen her all week, she had been so busy. “If I help it’ll go by twice as fast.” He told her as he brought the soiled pans to the sink. He looked down at her with a quirked eyebrow “You’re being weird. What’s going on?” He questioned her as he bumped her so he could get a sponge and start scrubbing the pan in his hand.

KITTY

"It's okay, I can-" She starts to protest but rolls her eyes when he picks up the pans. And he called her stubborn. She lifts an eyebrow at his next words, glancing at him for a brief second before quickly grabbing the sponge from his hands. "Nothing's going on." She shrugs slightly, forcing a much brighter smile to her lips. "Go and have a shower, babe." She instructs him. "I've totally got this. Really. I made the mess, not you."

SAMMY

Sammy doesn’t believe her for a single second. He let her take the sponge and furrowed his brows, standing there for a moment and chewing on his lip before realizing what had changed. “You’re being really nice... like Marley nice. What’s going on.” He asked again, his hands reaching to her waist. “Don’t make me tickle you...”

KITTY

"Maybe I'm just a nice person." She looks at him with a smile, confused about whether he was complaining or not. "But nothing is going on." She says again, noticing his hands coming closer to her and dropping the sponge automatically to take a step back from him. "Sammy... no." Kittys voice gets serious, knowing how ticklish it seemed that every damn part of her body was. She holds out her hands defensively, "Doooont."

SAMMY

Sammy gave her the most knowing look. “Kitty.” He said in all seriousness and then smiled at her. “You haven’t called me an idiot in like a month...” he replied to her and then cornered her against the counter, his hands ready for the attack as he wrapped around her and began to tickle her.

KITTY

"Maybe you haven't been an idiot." Kitty counters, her eyebrows raising at him as she continues to back further away from his hands. "Saaammy dont..." she says in vein, squealing when his arms wrap around her. Her giggling is loud and shes twisting against him to get away. Her body is only able to take it for a short time before she gives in, "fine fine fine." She says breathlessly in between laughing. "You're so annoying!"

SAMMY

Sammy laughs along with the girl, stopping when she gave in. He pulled back and bowed down to her. “Thank you, I pride myself in it.” He smirked and leaned over and kisses her gently. “Now what’s the issue dear?” He asked he wrapped his arms around her neck.

KITTY

"Oh thank God." She says thankfully as she catches her breath, her eyes rolling when he bows in front of her. He was defintely an idiot... but he was sort of her idiot. Kitty leans into his kiss and fidgets with his shirt idly as he pulls away. "You're sweaty." She remarks, her lips twisting. "You really should shower." Mostly shes just looking for a way to delay talking about her feelings at this stage."So im clear, are you complaining that I'm too nice?" Was that even a thing? Kitty sighs quietly and somewhat frustratedly, knowing now they lived together there really wasnt anywhere for her to run to.

SAMMY

“I’ll shower after we talk.” He said with the raise of an eyebrow. He purses his lips and bobbed his head as he thought of the right way to phrase his thoughts. “Not necessarily complaining, cause don’t get me wrong, you being nice... is nice, but it’s also kinda weirding me out. Considering how sassy and sarcastic you normally are and you haven’t made any snarky comments, not even about my pictures with Lana on the the red carpet... I’m actually shocked I didn’t get an earful about that,” he rambled and continued “not that I like want you to be upset with me but, I just... I feel like you’ve been tiptoeing around me cause I’ve been sick.” He finally spit out.

KITTY

"You were expecting me to get upset about those photos?" She snaps back, pushing him away a little. "Was that the point? You cuddle up to your co-star and see how long it takes for me to realize that's what you want?" She shakes her head, scoffing under her breath. "I didnt say anything because I was trying to trust you." Mostly true. She hadn't said anything because she didnt want to fight with him again. "And for the record, I'm not tiptoeing around you because you've been sick. I've been tip toeing around you because I'm delaying the inevitable. We stopped having sex for a while, you got sick and now it's... awkward. It's all just awkward. And I get it, I'm not a nice person, so just leave if it's so weird. Go and be with Lana or whoever you want to be with. You've basically beat the record for how long someone has stayed at this point so congrats, you'll get a prize in the mail. But I'm totally keeping Dude."

SAMMY

Sammy shook his head. “Woah, no, no, no. I didn’t think you’d get upset... I just thought you’d make a snarky comment on her outfit or something.... babe. I don’t want her.” He reassured her. Or at least he tried. He honestly didn’t mean anything when he mentioned the other girl, he half expected Kitty to laugh it off but boy was he wrong? “Have I really not proven myself by now?” He asked a little hurt if he was being honest. “The inevitable? Kitty, why are you so damn adamant that I’m going to break up with you? When everything I’m doing is leading to the exact opposite? I moved in with you, I moved states for you. Fuck, id marry you right now if you were down. Which, I know you’re not ready for, by the way so I won’t ask you.... but the awkwardness between us is only on your side. I don’t feel awkward when I with you. Us not having sex was definitely not because of you and you know that. And you know what? I like who you are. I like everything about you.” Sammy brought his hands to his hair, scratching his head in frustration. “Fuck, even you getting angry at me all the fucking time makes me love you....” he sighed and took a few breaths. “Look. I know I’m more friendly with people than the average person but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you or I’m looking to leave you or cheating on you for that matter. I love people, I love my friends and fuck if I don’t love you the most... I love you so damn much.  You need to learn to trust me, Kitty. I’m not the other guys you dated. I’m not ghosting you  or leaving you for my next coworker live interest... I know It doesn’t seem like it but I have a pretty good head on my shoulders and know what I’m doing and what I want. And it’s you. I don’t know how else to say it or spell it out. You drive me fucking crazy.” He said, biting his lip with a small smile tugging at the corner. His heart was honestly so full and even though they were fighting, she’s the only person worth fighting for.

KITTY

Kitty was mad. It was as though every feeling she’d had since finding out Sammy was sick was coming to the surface and the easiest one for her to grasp right now was anger. She’d watched him “date” his co-star before, and maybe that was why everything with Lana caused her to spiral so much more than normal... But he really hadn’t helped the situation either. She chews on her bottom lip as she listens to him speak, feeling less angry as each moment passed. Sammy didn’t often speak this much, and she knew him enough to be sure he wasn’t acting or reciting some cliche speech right now. Kitty also knew she should probably just move on, but she’d spent what felt like forever now not having the last word and being ‘relaxed and nice’ about everything, she didn’t have it in her to do it right now. “More friendly? You were basically making heart eyes at her on the red carpet, Sammy. And we both know i’m nothing like her -- for one, when I wear hair extensions they don’t look tacky and cheap.” She shrugs, sighing in frustration. “I love you, you idiot. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. I got over every loser that’s ever hurt me, or left me for someone nicer, or better, or sexier... but I don’t want to get over you, so if you’re not planning on breaking up with me I’m gonna need you to put it in writing that you’re not going anywhere. Because I’m so damn sick of not being enough for people.” She lifts her eyes to meet his. “I’m also gonna need you to stop freaking smiling!” She says, hitting his chest gently before resting her forehead on him. “God, you’re so annoying.”

SAMMY

Sammy chuckled, he couldn’t help it. “It’s Lana, and she has a boyfriend, either way, our relationship is totally platonic. Like I love her to death but like my little sister.” He explained to Kitty, hoping she would get it. He took her hands in his and quirked his brow slightly with a small smile. He didn’t know what overcame him but what he was about to say, it just felt right. “You want it in writing?” He asked as he kisses her head and pulled away from Kitty slightly to get down on one knee. “Marry me, Kitty.” He says gently, looking up at the girl, suddenly feeling very nervous and actually scared. His voice had the slightest shake to it as he continued to speak, getting more emotional as he went on. “I-I know it might be too soon but to me it just doesn’t feel soon enough... I know you’re the one for me. I think I’ve known since the day I met you...” he bit his lip, laughing at himself for getting so emotional. “Gosh, I’m so lame.” He said under a shaky breath. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and fighting for you and alongside you...” he brought her hand to his lips and kisses it. “I’m so in love with you, Kitty Wilde.”

KITTY

Kitty's eyes widen as he pulls away and moves onto his knee. She almost laughs because there's no way he could possibly be proposing... unless he was proposing they shower and order Chinese food.  "Sammy..." She wants to stop him. Because this was not how she planned on this conversation going. She was a mess, they were standing in their kitchen surrounded by half done dishes and burnt inedible food, and they'd just spent the past ten minutes arguing. And then she hears his words -- the words --  and her heart stops beating. Was he serious? He looked serious. He sounded serious. "Sammy..." She repeats herself as she tries to remember how to breath, let alone talk. "I... This..." She shakes her head, and takes his hand to pull him up. "Stand up, stand up, stand up. That's not what I was getting out." She reassures him. "I love you... so much. But you don't have to propose to me because I'm scared you're going to leave me. That's my problem, Sammy. Not yours. Just...umm... write it on a post it note or something."

SAMMY

Sammy’s heart was beating at what felt like a thousand beats per minute. He knew it was a long shot but yet he still hoped she would say yes. Yes, maybe part of him did it to reassure her that he wasn’t going anywhere but most of it was because he couldn’t wait to officially spend the rest of his life with this girl. He wanted this not just for her but for him. He took another deep breath as he stood to meet her.  “I...I know this isn’t what you were getting at... and I’m not just saying this to make you feel better... I- I was serious when I said I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And yes I’m terrified.” He took another moment to breathe, grabbing one of her hands and placing it on his chest, over his heart, where she could feel it still beating unbearably fast. He let out a nervous laugh. “But I’m also so, so sure that you’re the one. You’re it. And I don’t want to spend another day with anyone, anywhere doubting that. Especially not you.” He nodded and then went to reach for the drawer beside her to grab the stack of post it’s and a random purple pen, scribbling something quick on it. “So...” He said as he brought of the little piece of sticky paper to her, the words ‘Marry me?’ Scribbled on it.

KITTY

Kitty was speechless. She could feel the beating of his chest and hear the way his breathing was different. But it was... sudden. Even if sometimes it felt like they were together for a lot longer, it was so sudden. She swallows and takes a deep breath as she tries to unscramble her thoughts through the sound of her own heart pounding way too loudly. God, why couldn't she think?? "You're still sweaty." She muses quietly with a small smile on her lips. He pulls away to get a post it note and in that moment Kitty's positive he's realized he's insane and is taking it all back. But if she wasn't sure how she felt before, she was even more unsure now. Taking it back might have been the smarter more rational decision, but if the way her stomach sank was any indication maybe it wasnt the one she wanted after all. Nothing with Sammy had been normal. From the moment they met Sammy had surprised her. He was crazy, and unpredictable... and possibly got too attached to his co-stars. But he fought for her. A lot. It didnt seem to matter how many times she pushed him away, or how many times she doubted him, he stuck around. He was the last person she thought of before she went to sleep at night and she loved that his face was the one she got to wake up to. Her whole life she had been trying to prove to someone that she was worth it -- her parents, her friends, her coaches, her boyfriends. But with Sammy? He didnt ask her to be anything other than herself. He didnt want or need her to prove anything. Being with him wasnt always easy... but she really did love and care for him more than she did herself. Which was... different and new.Kitty ran her fingers through her hair a little nervously, looking down at their puppy who clearly decided he'd had enough unsupervised destruction around the apartment and made his way back into the kitchen. She lifts her eyes to the post it note Sammy was now holding in front her, and she couldn't stop her face from lighting up. The blonde wasnt good at emotions, she tended to over talk and say the wrong thing, generally offending someone. But she knew how she felt in this moment. She chuckles and picks up the purple pen from the counter top, quickly taking the post it not from his fingers and scribbling below his words. There's a smile on her lips when she hands it back to him, her own words simply saying 'Yes.'

SAMMY

Sammy grew more and more nervous. Kitty being quiet about it all didn’t really help either. He half expected her to just push him away and leave the room, maybe just end things for good... god,  he was stupid. He didn’t want to scare the girl away and now he was on the verge of a meltdown with how quiet they boy were. He then sees the small smile on her lips and she comments on the newly dripping sweat running down his chest. The nerves and excitement making him sweat like a pig. Still she hadn’t answered but the smile seemed hopeful and Sammy returned the small smile, waiting for an answer as his heart continued to pound in his chest. Wow, waiting was exhausting. He felt like he’d ran a marathon.  He watches as she turns to pick up the pen, thankful she made the next move cause Sammy was close to a full blown anxiety attack, and she also take the note, writing something below it. It was fast and Sammy honestly has no idea what it says but he’s still hopeful.  She then shows it to him and now Sammy’s the one who’s speechless. He grabs the note from her hands and pulls it closer to his face, reading it over and over and over and over. It’s in her handwriting, this was real, she said yes. He lets out a relieved sigh and looks at her with a huge smile. “Wait, really?” He asks.

KITTY

Kitty watches as Sammy takes forever to read the note. That was what he wanted, right? It was what she wanted... surprisingly. And just as she questioned herself, the look on his face answered her. "Really." She nods, grinning like an idiot and still not sure how arguing about his co-star had led to him proposing."I love you. And the idea of not having a future with you terrifies me more than being with you forever. So... yes." She says biting down on her lower lip to try and stop herself from smiling so much. "God, you make me way too cheesy." She lifts herself up on the counter behind her and wraps her legs around Sammy to pull him closer to her . "So we're... engaged?"

SAMMY

Sammy swears his heart skipped a beat actually hearing her yes. He envelopes her in his arms, pulling her incredibly close to him, a yelp of excitement and happiness escapes his mouths and he rocks her back and forth and kisses whatever he can reach with his lips. He’s so happy, he actually didn’t know he could be this happy. He feels intoxicated and high and everything just felt right in the world.  “Holy shit, yes. We’re engaged. I- uh I need to get you a ring...” He stammers “Tomorrow, we can go pick one out. Whichever one you want. Holy fuck, I can’t wait to tell my parents.”

KITTY

For the second time tonight Kitty finds a small squeal escaping her mouth when Sammy's arms wrap around her and his lips are attacking her. She's happy... Beyond happy. Her face actually hurts from grinning which until right now she thought was something people said when they were trying to be cliché and cheese. "You don't have to rush." She assures him, not caring about anything other than just being with him. She picks up the post it for a second, "We have this... it's basically the same thing as a ring. But we should probably do the whole meet the parents thing some time soon." Kitty laughs slightly and leans in to kiss him again, pulling away with  smile when she needs to catch her breath. "You still have to watch the Kardashians with me tonight."

SAMMY

Sammy takes another deep breath and nods. “Okay.” He says softly, pressing his forehead against hers with a gently smile. “I’m so happy right now.” He told her with a chuckle as he pulled away to look at her. “Damn, I thought proposing would get me out of that...” he joked and laughed, shaking his head with a sigh. “It’s okay, I’d endure the Kardashian’s every day if it meant being with you.” He grinned. “Okay, I definitely need to shower now and then we can Ubereats some nice champagne and food and we’ll watch the Kardashian’s. Yeah?”

KITTY

"Nope." She chuckles, tilting her head with a smile. "You basically just committed to watching it with me forever and ever and ever."  She nods at his plan and places a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Oh phew, I was hoping you would shower sometime soon." Kitty teases him, her legs still tightly wrapped around him. There was a part of her that didn't want to let him go, being here with him right now felt perfect and she so very selfishly didn't want it to end. "And then we should really celebrate... preferably without clothing. Actually definitely without clothing." She smirks, and finally lets go of him so he's able to leave. "I love you, hot shot."

SAMMY

Sammy chuckled at her snarky comment and pressed his lips to her neck, growling lightly into her skin with desire and leaving a few kisses to her skin before pulling away, biting his lip with a grin. “I like the way you think.” He said as he kisses her and pulls away with a nip at her lips. “I love you, too.”

[iridescemce]

1983 Is Calling

@cinnamonriko : Could you write a fic about Penny and Ben introducing MC to muggle culture

WORD COUNT: 1284

WARNINGS: nah, just a lot of wholesome friends chatting and accepting each other

AN: I took some liberties with the request, and since hogwarts mystery is set in the 80’s i added in a time appropriate song. I think I might make a second part, let me know if you’d like that? Kinda left it hanging? I hope you like it!! wrote it in a very short amount of time, but it was fun, but might be a bit ooc (ps im aware that the story takes place in 1984+ but i like the song 1983 by neon trees so)

EDIT: i made this post private and restructured, and reworked a lot of this, and am more happy with it now! i’m not sure if it is up to par with my other works, but i it was just fun to write honestly, so here it is! (sorry that is took so long, pal)

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“You know, when I found out I was a wizard, I thought about Mickey Mouse in that blue hat with the stars,” Ben mused out loud. “You know, from Fantasia.”

You look up from you History of Magic homework and give him a puzzled look. Mickey Mouse? Fantasia? You love studying with Penny and Ben in the Great Hall, but some of the things they say go straight over your head. They’re both smart, so you figure it’s just an old community they were referencing. Or maybe it’s some obscure story you don’t know about? Maybe Penny doesn’t even know what Fantasia is. Either way, you shake your head, it’s probably not a big deal or anything.

But Penny’s nodding her head enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling, and you were even more confused than you were before, because maybe Fantasia is a big deal, and you really should know about it.

“Oh, yes! My dad would put it on for me and Beatrice all the time when we were kids, he loved it so much,” Penny says. “Mum always thought it was a load of hogwash, because magic doesn’t really work like that and she’s right, but I just thought it was fun to watch!”

“Er, what’s Fantasia?” You butt into the conversation. You need to know, because your friends clearly know, and you’re starting to feel red heat crawling up the back of your neck from embarrassment. “Is it like some obscure magical event?”

Ben and Penny take quick glances at each other before bursting into laughter, Penny with her tinkling giggle and charming smile, and Ben with his timid but genuine chuckle. You frown, feeling your stomach do backflips and somersaults.

“We’re sorry, Y/N. Fantasia is a film!” Penny explains in between giggles. “I forget you didn’t grow up with any muggle parents or friends.”

Your cheeks flush bright red, feeling like a moron for not knowing anything about Muggle culture. Two of your friends have muggle parents, Penny’s dad is a Muggle, and Ben is a Muggleborn, and you never asked anything about their own life outside of Hogwarts which is making you feel immensely guilty now.

“Er, film?”

“It’s like how the pictures here move, but they follow a script, and they’re not alive. It’s kind of like watching a story with moving pictures?” Ben tries to explain, and you sort of understand what he means.

Penny nods.“And there are so many of them!”

“Some of them are really scary, though.”

You toss Ben a knowing look when he says that.

“And Mickey Mouse is a character in Fantasia, because it’s like a drawing, so the mouse is kind of like a person? It’s hard to explain,” Penny adds, answering your unasked question.

Your eyes widen, trying to imagine a mouse/human creature. The image you conjured in your head is sort of disturbing. You grimace in response, much to Ben and Penny’s dismay.

“You’d have to see it, it’s not as weird as it sounds,” Ben mutters.You shake your head, recovering from the image. You had no idea that Muggles had different kinds of entertainment, than wizards did, you just thought that they did everything wizards did except magic.

“So wait, obviously they don’t play Quidditch, because of brooms, so…” You trail off, trying to think of other games without magic, but Gobstones and Exploding Snap were both very reliant on magic.

“Oh, Muggles have tons of sports, there’s football, and rugby, and lacrosse,” Penny lists, counting them off her fingers. “No magic. Just feet and equipment. It’s fun to watch, Beatrice used to do football when she was younger, so did I.”

“My mum wanted me to do rugby, she thought it would toughen me up, but thank Merlin we found out I was a wizard. It sounded scary, you know tackling people huddled in a circle for a ball,” Ben admits sheepishly, and then looks over at you, and then Penny for reassurance. “That is what rugby is, right?”

Penny smiles and nods, while you just shrug, you have no idea what rugby is, and you don’t really want to know since Ben spoke so poorly of it.

“Yeah, mostly, Ben,” she assures Ben, grinning. “I’m glad you’re a wizard, so you at least didn’t get forced into Rugby. My dad forced us to listen to Wham! too many times last summer.”

“That sounds violent,” you interject, and then think about what Fantasia was compared to what you thought. “Wait, what is Wham!?”

Ben laughs, more confidently than usual, which somehow makes you slightly unsettled.

“They’re a band, and they are not violent,” Ben stated. “At all. Penny, George Michael is amazing! You’re lucky, my parents refuse to listen to Wham!, I wish I could hear “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” one more time, right now.”

A girl, behind you, starts giggling uncontrollably. You turn around to see a red headed Hufflepuff girl stifling laughter. 

“Sorry, it’s just, my mum is always humming along to that song, I couldn’t escape it during Easter break,” she says, with a tone of amusement but also frustration, if that was even possible. “I can’t believe you’re not sick of it by now, I sure am.”

She turns back to her studies, and you turn back to look at Ben, who shrugs and sighs, looking slightly defeated but also unashamed.

“I like George Michael, and besides, I never get to listen to them hear, or really at home,” Ben huffs in mild frustration. You scrunch your eyebrows in thought, and wonder what is so appealing about this song, and why you desperately want to hear it now. You can’t even begin to imagine it.

Penny’s eyes light up, and she shoots up like a dart, so quickly, you think the energy flowing off her might have pushed you back out of your seat a little bit. 

“Merlin, you scared me, Penny!” You yelp, putting your hand to your chest, checking your heartbeat. It’s racing, just as you thought it would be, but still, you try to catch your breath.

“Sorry, Y/N, but I just had the most brilliant idea!” She exclaims, clapping her hands together, and then sitting down in with a slight pink tinge on her cheeks.

“You and Ben should come over this summer holiday to my house! We can show you what Fantasia is, and rugby, and Wham!, oh it would be so fun, and I know my parents would be thrilled to meet my friends!” 

You inhale a breath of excitement at the thought of going to Penny’s house in the summer. It was rare that you went anywhere during the holidays, your parents wanted to keep you close ever since Jacob disappeared. You knew they worried the same would happen to you, but it didn’t stop you from being extremely upset about being cooped up at home all the time. What you would do to get out of the house during the summer holidays...

“Penny, that would be fantastic!” You cheer. “But I would have to ask my parents, they’re kind of strict with Jacob gone…”

Ben nudges your arm from across the table, and gives you a small smile. It’s enough to give you some assurance that things might work out in your favour.

“Me too, Y/N, but it wounds super fun,” Ben adds in. “I’m sure we could figure something out.”

Penny beams, and you can’t help beaming back because she’s radiating with light. It’s a brilliant idea, and one you would love to make happen.

And from Penny’s radiant smile, and Ben’s reassuring nudges, you think you might just find out what Mickey Mouse looks like, and if George Michael’s voice is something worth hearing.

Oh, and if rugby is just as bad as Ben made it sound, because if it was, it terrified you more than any Voldemort Boggart did.

You could hardly wait to find out.

[studiobeebo]

Midterm Blues (College! Izuku Midoriya x Reader)

This is based off a thing from a college prompt list i found and then lost (pls if someone knows what im talking about send it to me). It’s fluffy and lame but hope you guys enjoy it!

This couldn’t be happening. The honestly, truly, could not be happening to him. Izuku had been working so damn hard on that gosh darn eight page research report in the past few hours, but in his physically and mentally drained stupor, he had ignored the little flashing notification letting him know his laptop was almost out of battery and before her knew it, his laptop had flickered off only to leave him staring at his own shocked face reflected in the now blank screen. For a second, he stared at his laptop that was resting atop his crossed legs in shock before letting out a loud yelp and pushing his laptop off of him and onto the library floor as gently as he could before scrambling to dig his charger out of his backpack. Unfortunately though, he was too late, and when his laptop had finally booted back up and he hastily re-opened the document page he was writing on, everything was gone.

So there he was, sitting on the floor of the main campus’s library with hot tears beginning to stream down his flushed cheeks while he frantically scrolled through his saved files to see if there was any remnants of all the work he had done, only to find nothing. His sniffles filled the secluded corner of the library he had settled into what felt like days ago, and while he had originally picked that spot because there was really never any other students around, this time he had been sadly mistaken.

You didn’t plan on going to the library that night, but when a friend of yours had texted you and asked you a question about your midterm paper for your English Composition class, you realized that it was, in fact, due tomorrow and you barely had a title page put together. Once you got to the library and got yourself settled though, you realized upon reading through the rubric for the paper that two of your references had to be from books, so you had to go off to search for some that would match your topic. It was during this search that you thought you heard someone crying and with your curiosity and will to procrastinate getting the best of you, you followed that noise until you found the source. A curly mop of green hair was what had first caught your attention and you had to let out an awkward “Oh..” upon realizing you recognized who that was. It wasn’t until the young man turned to look at whoever had stumbled upon him with puffy, red eyes still filled to the brim with tears, that you realized how stupid it was to be surprised that you found someone crying when that was sort of what you had been looking for.

“Oh, sorry..” You muttered out when you saw him anxiously begin to wipe away at the tears that were drenching his face. Poor thing..Obviously something bad had happened and here you were barging in on his..crying.

“You’re uh...Midoriya, right?” You asked softly, figuring the least you could do was try to help out somehow. Besides it would be kind of rude to just walk up, see someone you know crying, and the turn right back around and walk off.

“Ah sorry, maybe you don’t remember me? We had chem together last semester, and a few other classes too I think.” You continued on, scratching the back of your head awkwardly as your eyes looked upward while you tried to recount where you had known him from. You never really got the chance to talk to him much, but he always seemed like such a sweet and radiant person that you always wanted to try, you just never really got the chance.

He, on the other hand, didn’t need any help remembering you. With how much he had daydreamed about you before, you’d think that you were just some sort of figment of his imagination. Izuku technically couldn’t say he had a crush on you since he’d hardly ever even been able to stutter out a hello to you when you two had shared classes, but he definitely had something for you. He never even knew what it was, maybe it was just him thinking you were cute or maybe he had learned enough about you from awkwardly frequent glances and a lot of ‘accidental’ staring, but every time he saw you it was like you put some sort of spell on him. He wanted so badly to get to know you, hell, he’d give anything just to talk to you, but he could never bring himself to do so no matter how many times his friends encouraged him to.

That being said, the fact that the very first time he’d have the chance to talk to you was when he was crying his eyes out was pretty sad. He thought he had somewhat gotten better with holding in his emotions and not crying so much or being nervous all the time now that he was technically an adult, but of course you of all people had to find him during one of his weaker moments.

“N-No, I remember you..And yeah, that’s me..” He stuttered out, his voice wavering while he continued to rub at his eyes. God, couldn’t he get a break!? It was like the faucet in his eyes had gotten stuck at the worst of times and even the gift of your presence couldn’t fix it.

You didn’t find his current appearance as terrible as he did, though. Midterms could be hell and you had spent plenty of times yourself crying from stress or confusion over a project.

“So-Sorry, I’m...I lost a whole paper.” He whimpered out an explanation while jabbing a shaky thumb in the direction of his laptop.

Your features softened and you laughed softly, though it was at familiarity with the common situation and not at his crying.

“Ahh, man, that does suck! I’ve got something I’m working on too.” You spoke up with a bit more enthusiasm, trying your best to make the situation a bit more lighthearted. “Mind if I sit with you for a bit?” You continued on, taking a few steps closer to him. “Ah but if I’m being too pushy, just tell me to piss off.”

Izuku’s eyes widened at your last statement. You were actually asking if you could sit with him, he’d be absolutely insane to ask you to leave, even if it would save him from embarrassment. He shook his head and moved over a bit until his back was up against the wall so there was space for you to sit.

“You can sit! I mean, It’s not- you’re not being pushy.” He responded with a bit of hesitation in his voice.

The smile that lit up on your face was, however, was way more than enough to make his heart start racing and when you seated yourself down less than a foot away from him, he thought he might just start crying because of his unbelievable combination of bad and good luck.

For a moment, the two of you sat in a strange yet comfortable silence, Izuku doing everything he could to avert his eyes from your own and you just scanning the rows upon rows of books. You weren’t excellent at helping out people who were upset, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

“Sorry to hear about your paper Midoriya. When is it due?”

“..Tomorrow.” He sighed out, his little moment of bliss being interrupted by thoughts of his now nonexistent paper. His brain was absolutely fried and there was no way in hell he could redo the whole thing tonight. The best he could do would be to finish it over the weekend and take the bad grade…

“Why don’t you email your professor?” You asked, turning your head to look at him while you pulled your knees to your chest. When he finally looked up towards you with confusion in his eyes, you had to force yourself not to smile. He looked weirdly cute with tears in his eyes, maybe it’s because it made him seem so innocent, but either way you’d sound totally weird if you said that so you decided to keep it to yourself before furthering your explanation.

“Well I mean, from what I remember you’re a pretty hardworking guy. I’m sure your professor knows this, so maybe if you send an email explaining what happened, they’ll give you some extra time!”

In his exasperated and panicky state, he hadn’t even thought of doing that. He never thought of himself as a ‘hardworking guy’, but he still had a lot of doubts about different aspects of his personality so maybe that’s why.

“That’s a..good idea. I’ll have to do that.” He nodded, and for the first time since he lost his work, he cracked a bit of a smile. This made your own lips turn up into a satisfied grin. You had sort of been afraid you wouldn’t be able to do much to help him, but at least you had one good suggestion! Popping up from your seat, you stretched your arms up above your head before turning back to look at him again.

“Tell ya what, why don’t you do that and I’ll go get all my stuff and I’ll come work by you! Well, If you’re okay for staying a bit, I guess you probably want to go get some decent sleep..” You said, your words beginning with an excited tone and ending with a doubtful one. The guy was still crying a bit and you were asking him to sit and watch you work on your project. To him though, that was an incredible request. He thought you asking to sit with him was a miracle, but you asking him to sit with you? It was a dream come true.

“That would be nice! And I’d probably just worry myself too much to get any sleep right now anyways.” He replied, the smile on his face widening as his crying slowly halted to a stop.

Upon hearing his agreement, you gave him a thumbs up before turning on your heel and heading back over to the desk where you had left your bag and laptop. Instead of going right back to him though, you made a quick trip to the front lobby of the library to grab two sodas for the two of you to drink from one of the vending machines. When you finally made it back to him, you were happy to see that he had the remnants of a smile on his face despite his red eyes and cheeks. He had turned out to be as kind as you always thought him to be and you could only hope that he was as interested in gaining a new friend as you were.

Plopping down a few feet in front of him so you could talk face to face, you placed the soda you had gotten him on the floor in front of him before beginning to set up all your things.

“Figured you could use a pick-me-up. And no, you aren’t going to pay me back for it.”

The look on his face said that you had just stollen the words right from his thoughts and he was glad that he had only just stopped crying, otherwise he wouldn’t have much of an explanation for how hot his cheeks had gotten. Part of him wished he hadn’t waited so long to talk to you, even though technically you were the one who started the conversation, but at the same time he was happy that the two of you could officially meet in such a way.

With a flick of your fingers, you popped open the cap to your own drink before moving on to pop his open for him. After a moment, you held the drink up in front of you before your eyes met his own and you were blessed with that sparkling smile of his that you happily returned.

“Cheers to getting through our papers...And to new friends?” You asked, your brow raising to signify that you weren’t sure if that last bit was weird or okay to ask.

Luckily for you, he had never been happier to hear those words. With a grin still on his face, he raised his drink up with one hand and gave a confident thumbs up with the other, the positive idea of being friends with you making his night look a bit more promising.

“Yeah, to getting through papers, and making new friends!”