#i apologize i do not listen to conan gray

[anantaru]

HAPPY HEATHER DAY!!!!

did u get a sweater today? 🤔

-☄️

is this what you mean

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Comfort Crowd

main masterlist | supernatural masterlist

summary: dean just needs you next to him

pairing: (stanford era) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language 

word count: 1.9k

warnings: hurt/sad dean, language, reader drives after drinking but she’s not drunk, that’s it i think

author’s note: i know this gif is of jason teague and not dean winchester but that’s literally samford era jackles so i think it fits perfectly <3

music: comfort crowd by conan gray — was listening to conan gray and bam! dean winchester fic idea! anyways…

When you saw who was calling your brows furrowed — Dean? You had talked to him earlier in the week, just a casual check-in to make sure you were both still alive. You and Dean had gotten into a fight about a month prior and you both decided to just take a break from each other. You had made it clear that you were not breaking up with him, you just needed a break.

Last time you talked he was working a case in Texas, something with ghouls and sororities. You had just finished up a werewolf hunt and he had voiced his jealousy. He hadn’t gotten to fight a werewolf in many, many moons (pun intended).

“Dean?” you answered the call, still holding your first beer of the night in your free hand. He didn’t say anything, there was only labored breathing on the other side and that worried you. “Dean? Honey, is everything okay?” He still said nothing. “Dean, what’s—”

“Where are you?” he asked. His voice was clearly on the verge of cracking. He’d been crying?

“Uh, Bakersfield California,” you told him. “Just finished another case, simple ghost hunt. What’s wrong, Dean?” He again went back to just breathing. “Dean, where are you?”

“I’m in Palo Alto,” he said. “You—Could you get up here, p-please? I need you, hun. I just—I need you here.”

“I’ll be right there Dean, four hours tops,” you told him. You stood up off your chair and paid your tab. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t…fuck, I just wanna see you…please?”

“Of course, Dean, I’ll be there soon,” you reminded him. “What motel are you staying at?”

“I can text you the address just please…please hurry.”

With that, he hung up. 

Please don’t be dying, you thought to yourself. 

**

After several traffic violations and broken speed limits, you were finally knocking on his door.

“Dean!” you called out, not caring if it was now nearly three in the morning and there were definitely other people staying at the motel. “For the love of god Dean, open the fucking door!”

He unlocked and opened the door, rubbing his tired eyes. “Hey, you made it.” He smiled a little…smiled?

“Dean what the hell is going on?” you asked, trying to stay calm as you walked into the room. “You—That call? What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “I’m fine.”

“Fine?” You furrowed your brows. “Dean you called me in tears and asked me to race over here as if you were dying?”

“I…I wasn’t in tears,” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hang on…how do I know you’re you?” you asked. 

He smiled and rolled his eyes a little before you both did the usual tests.

“See, sweetheart? All me!” He smiled again.

“Dean,” you said softly, “what’s going on? Are you…Are you dying?”

“No!” he scoffed, not calming your nerves in the slightest. “I’m sorry I scared you I just…needed you here. With me, next to me. I—Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Dean,” you shook your head, “I get it.”

You walked over to him and pulled him down into a hug; your right hand went to the back of his head as your fingers combed through his hair. 

“I’m here Dean, you’re okay,” you told him. His grip tightened around you, as if he was scared you’d break off the hug. “I’m right here.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking again. “Thank you.” 

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. You were on your tiptoes, which was kind of uncomfortable, but your love for the man in your arms outweighed any discomfort. You felt Dean’s tears begin to dampen your neck and your eyes grew cloudy at the thought of him in pain. He truly mastered the art of silent crying, he must’ve had to hide his tears from that bastard father of his growing up, and that thought only made your heart break more. Your grip tightened around his shoulders and you turned your head so you could place a soft kiss on his temple. You made a trail of kisses down to his jawline then left your lips there against his skin. 

“Thank you,” he pulled away, “just…thanks.”

“Do you wanna lay down, Dean?” you asked. “We could cuddle up and maybe watch a movie? Or we could listen to music? I’ve got my iPod and we could share my earbuds?”

A soft smile returned to his tear-stained face and he nodded; “Music sounds perfect.”

“Mkay,” you replied. “Now, I have to admit I don’t have many Zeppelin songs downloaded—”

“It’s okay,” he shook his head, “I don’t care what song we play, as long…as long as you’re here. Just need your company.”

“Funnily enough, I do have some Bad Company songs,” you joked, causing his smile to grow. 

“You’re the best company,” he countered. 

“Why don’t you change into your PJs while I go get my bags from the car? We can get comfortable in the bed and maybe you’ll even get some sleep.”

**

Your fingers were once again tangled in Dean’s hair as his head lay on your chest, he was facing away from you but you knew he was still crying. You just didn’t know why.

“Is this Heuy Lewis?” Dean chuckled.

“Hey! No disrespecting Heuy!” you laughed, but Dean knew you were serious. “You want me to skip it?”

“Nah, I’ll live,” he joked. The joke made your heart clench a little though; your mind going back to the call he made to you a mere few hours ago. How scared he sounded. How scared you were as you raced to get to him. Dean must’ve sensed the change in the room because he made sure to remind you; “I’m fine.”

“You said that line already, Dean,” you said through a sigh. “I’m here if you wanna talk, okay?”

“I don’t wanna talk,” he mumbled. “I meant what I said—I just need you here with me, I just need you around.” 

Your free hand (the one that wasn’t currently in Dean’s hair) went to rub comforting circles on his upper back. He let out a contented sigh which made you smile.

“I love you, Dean,” you told him. “I love you more than anything, you know that, right?”

“Thank you,” he mumbled. He buried his face against your chest, trying to hide the sheepish smile forcing its way onto his face before he lifted his head so he could look into your eyes. “I love you so much.”

He leaned over and kissed you softly, his smile connecting with yours. He pulled away after a moment, simply looking into your eyes. He kissed you once more before laying back down, this time resting his head next to yours so he could kiss you again. 

“Sorry about your shirt,” he said, laughing awkwardly at the damp mess of spilled tears covering a fair portion of your tee.

“I don’t mind, kinda like my shirt soggy,” you shrugged with a smile, pulling him closer to you and tucking your head under his chin. 

**

When you woke the next morning you did not expect Dean to be singing to himself while making breakfast.

“What time is it?” you asked with a yawn as you sat up in bed. 

“About seven,” he replied. “Good morning, by the way.”

“Good morning.”

You hurried over to the small kitchen so you could wrap your arms around him from behind.

“What’s gotten into you?” he teased. 

“Could ask you the same question, handsome,” you replied, not letting go. “The food smells amazing and all, but since when do you cook?”

“Remember that fight we had?”

“I vaguely recall,” you said, somewhat flatly. 

“I’ve been working on my breakfast cooking so when I saw you again I could you know…woo you.”

“‘Woo me’?” You raised a brow, your smile growing. “You’re wooing me…with bacon?”

“Damn right!” he scoffed lightheartedly. “I know the way into your heart, and whether you admit it or not—it’s mother fuckin’ breakfast food.”

“You know me way too well,” you laughed. “I’m officially wooed.”

There was a comfortable silence before Dean answered the question he knew you were still wondering about; “Sam and I fought last night.”

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“I knew him going to a fancy college would put a bit of a rift between us…but fuck, sweetheart,” he said. He ran his hands down his face before he leaned against the counter and looked at you; “I think we…I don’t think Sammy and I will ever be as close as we were growin’ up ever again.”

“I’m sure that’s not true, Dean,” you assured him, placing a hand on his bicep and giving it a comforting squeeze. “Sammy just needs time, maybe a bit of space, but that’s only temporary, Dean.”

“Seems like everyone around me always needs space,” he chuckled humorously. 

“If this is about what I said—”

“Nah, you don’t have to explain yourself, I get it!” He shook his head, faking a smile. “You couldn’t stand being around me all the time and hey, that’s okay.”

Your brows furrowed with slight anger; “That’s not what I said, Dean.”

“That’s what it sounded like,” he mumbled before he turned back to the stove to continue making breakfast. 

“Dean I love you, you know I love you!” you said. “I raced here last night when you asked me to, doesn’t that prove I love you!?”

“And what happens when we get into another fight?” he exclaimed. “What happens when you decide that you need more space and you don’t bother coming back to me?”

“That’s not going to happen?” you countered. 

“You can’t say that for sure,” Dean said. 

“Yes I can, Dean!”

“What makes you think that, huh?” he replied loudly. “What makes you think you aren’t gonna run the second you realize that putting space between was the best decision of your fucking life!?”

“Because I love you, Dean!” you said, matching his tone. “Because no matter how far away I was from you the one thought running through my head was that I should call you. That I should stop being so stubborn and run back to you.” You sighed as he continued cooking and you went up to him again, leaning on his bicep and running your hands up and down his forearm. “Because when I got that call…all logic flew out the window and all that mattered to me was getting to you. When I thought you might be dying I didn’t care about anything else and I raced to you like a mad woman. Like a girl so lovestruck she’s practically crazy!”

Dean let out a chuckle which made you smile.

“So…you’re sayin’ you missed me?” he asked, a cocky smirk finding its way to his lips.

“Yes,” you sighed dramatically. “Okay? Yes, Dean, I missed you like fuckin’ crazy, and I’m sorry for ever suggesting we take a damn break. But… you know what this means now, right?”

He looked at you cautiously; “What?”

“You’re stuck with me, Winchester.” You grinned. “And I’m never letting you go again.”

“Sounds good to me,” he replied as he leaned down and kissed you.

[norrizzandpia]

What We Could’ve Been and What We Are Now: The Masterlist (LN4 x Reader)

Summary: Jon’s daughter and childhood best friends, Y/n and Lando share a special type of love. A love that has always made them prioritize each other, show up no matter what when the other needed them. A love that turned romantic so incredibly, strikingly fast. When their friendship finally addresses that shared feeling and labels are thrown around, their connection takes a turn. Arguments, trust issues, and petty insults make up their young love and it’s not what either of them expected. A turning point, a stupid mistake, brings out an inevitable end and the two are left to stand in the midst of a destroyed relationship, a friendship that is no longer salvageable. However, young people make stupid mistakes that they later grow from and what happens when years later numbers are unblocked, words are shared again, and the love they shared burns once more? Warnings, an author’s note, chapter links and summaries, and a playlist below the cut!

Warnings: language, smut in later chapters (that will be specified on specific chapters), cheating

Note: please don’t be turned away by the cheating warning 🙏🏻 trust me when i tell you it all works out in the end in a way that does not have Y/n looking like she has no self worth

Chapter Links:

The Youngest Love (Chapter One)

A backstory to the beginning of a love story.

A Beautiful Start (Chapter Two)

Ever since their first official date, Y/n and Lando fall into the honeymoon phase.

Why Can’t You See It My Way?! (Chapter Three)

Arguments and bickering turn what once was into something messy and painful.

A Stupid Mistake (Chapter Four)

In the wake of their fight, Lando wakes up to someone who is not his Y/n.

If You Don’t Tell Her, I Will (Chapter Five)

Something that started out with the purest of intentions ends with the most dirty confession.

Please, I’m Sorry (Chapter Six)

Lando tries and tries to contact Y/n after their fallout. However, with a blocked contact and an angry Jon, he can only do so much.

Reconciling (Chapter Seven)

When he can’t reach Y/n, Lando goes to apologize to his second father.

Years Later (Chapter Eight)

His first race win is not the only reason why Lando is having the best day of his life.

Stay Up With Me? (Chapter Nine)

Picking up where they left off has never seemed so easy yet Y/n can’t get rid of the nagging fear of what could be repeated.

Listen To Me (Chapter Ten)

At the risk of another fallout, Lando works to stop from losing what he so foolishly lost before.

The Playlist:

1. The Grudge by Olivia Rodrigo

2. Logical by Olivia Rodrigo

3. Making the Bed by Olivia Rodrigo

4. Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

5. Take It All by Adele

6. Tolerate It by Taylor Swift

7. Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift

8. Hurt Me Once by Ben Platt

9. Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift

10. Keep That To Yourself (voice memo) by Tristan

11. I Miss You, I’m Sorry by Gracie Abrams

12. Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

13. Movies by Conan Gray

14. Cardigan by Taylor Swift

15. Your Needs, My Needs by Noah Kahan

16. Betty by Taylor Swift

17. TV by Billie Ellish

18. Footnote by Conan Gray

19. Fine Line by Harry Styles

20. August by Taylor Swift

21. The 1 by Taylor Swift

22. Special by SZA

23. Marjorie by Taylor Swift

24. Decode by Sabrina Carpenter

25. Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift

26. Strawberry Wine by Noah Kahan

27. All My Love by Noah Kahan

28. Talk by Hozier

[shawnxstyles]

blood alert!

DATE: DECEMBER 29, 2022

summary: peter notices you’re unwell at school and instinctively wants to help. as he does, the schoolwide douchebag decides to make a scene after school.

requested: very :)

song: Yours- conan gray (i was listening to this)

words: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of blood (not too gory), mentions of periods, mentions of anxiety, sexual innuendo/insults, minimal language, and a protective peter :o

note: part four?!?! i think this is my favorite yet?? and it’s the longest! peter parker masterlist

—

“please please i didn’t mean to!” the unknown man’s pleads were muffled by the blood gushing from his mouth. peter tsked behind his mask, wondering when they’ll ever learn to never touch a woman when they don’t want to be touched.

nothing gets him more mad than things that aren’t consensual.

“sure didn’t seem that way. i mean, you didn’t even apologize,” peter says condensingly, eyeing his webbing work. the man’s hands and legs were attached to the wall while multiple layers covered his torso. over time, his placing and aiming of the webs got easier. they do say practice makes perfect.

the man groans in pain and irritation.

like he has the right to be making any noise right now.

“i think you deserve an apology. don’t you think, miss?” peter tilts his head in the direction of the distraught woman, who seems to be in her mid-thirties (at the latest). after peter had comforted her, she calmed down once she realized who he was and that he could handle the situation. she contemplates his question, crossing her arms.

“yes i do,” she replies, glaring at the fickle man. he growls under his breath, spitting out the crimson blood drowning him. annoyed, peter shoots another web at his torso, not hurting him, but shocking him and pushing him snuggly into the brick wall of the alleyway. the man screams, frightened, and finally agrees to apologize.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry, i won’t touch you or anyone else ever again. just don’t kill me!” he begs again. it’s funny how he can change from growling and groaning to begging and pleading because he thinks he’s going to die. peter has more power than he knows sometimes.

“relax. i don’t kill,” peter waves him off and turns to the woman once again with sincerity. “will you be okay to walk home?”

“i’m feeling quite better now. i think i’ll catch a cab this time. thank you, spiderman,” her face softens and a gentle smile rests on her lips. her heels click away to the open sidewalk, waving for cabs until one halts for her. peter looks at the man positioned like a star on the wall.

“now what will i do with you?”

—

after bringing the attacker to the station, peter swings on home. he assumes it’s past ten, given the dark, starry sky. when he reaches his window, he lifts the creaky wood up and slips inside. he knows his aunt, may, is going to be upset because he came home late again, but she knows he has responsibilities to upkeep.

“peter!” may shouts from the kitchen while he rips off his mask. she opens his bedroom door and softens at his rough appearance.

“sorry for coming home late again.” peter mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

“it’s alright, i want you to be safe. you didn’t kill anybody, did you?. you know—”

“i know, may. i know.” peter sighs because she gives the same lecture every time he comes home. she wants him to be safe, not to kill, don’t hurt anyone unless needed, etcetera etcetera.

“okay. well then go shower. you have blood all over your suit…”

—

peter was glad to go to school the following morning. he was going to see you during third period and you two were going to talk like you did yesterday. his heart fluttered happily in his chest just thinking about it.

however, when peter saw you during second period passing, you looked unwell. maybe you were sick with a cold or the flu? you trudged around the hallways and you didn’t socialize with anyone.

of course, you wouldn’t want to get anyone else ill.

peter assumes to himself as you lay your head tiringly on your locker from a far distance across the hall. a pang of hurt hits his heart knowing that you’re feeling so ill.

he wishes he could take care of you. he wishes he could give you soup and turn on your favorite movie. if he was with you, he knows he wouldn’t care about getting sick and would lay in the bed and watch the movie with you. he wishes he could comfort you. he wishes he could be the one to make you smile when you’re having a bad day.

peter wishes you’d want him too.

he frowns to himself, ripping his stare away from you. he knows that’s a hard concept to even conspire, but it still makes him dejected that you’ll never feel the way he feels for you. the ache in his chest grows, but for a slightly different reason now.

“this cold weather is really preparing me for the cabin. speaking of…” ned rocks back and forth on his toes, while peter turns to him with sorrow still in his eyes. ned doesn’t notice. “you really don’t want to go with us?”

“i’m sure. it’s a couple’s thing. i obviously don’t have a date and i would never want to impose,” peter replies shutting his locker slowly. ned squints his eyes at him.

“you good, peter?” ned questions more seriously than before.

okay, he did notice.

“yeah, yeah. just tired is all,” peter fake yawns with a soft smile to ensure that he is fine. he didn’t know that his sudden sadness would be that burdening so fast. it wasn’t even that big of a deal. it was just something that he had to accept, whether he wanted to or not.

it’s insane how emotions can be so intense and rapid when they’re connected to something important.

—

you were late to english. again.

you really tried not to be late to your classes, but it wasn’t always your fault. sometimes, you were having sex in the bathroom (which you hated yourself for) or mother nature decided to come early. you never had sex on your period, either.

so, today was the latter.

you skipped first period because you were curled up under your warm blanket and your body refused to get up. you were extremely tired as well, which didn’t help. but you knew how hard it was to get back on track with school work, even if it’s only a one-day absence. you trudged out of the comfort of your bed and into the cold fog outside.

when the final bell rang for third period, you didn’t attempt to run. not that you ever really ran, but sometimes you did a fast walk. with every five steps a cramp clawed your uterus, and you reconsidered going to class today. but you knew this project was worth a good chunk of your grade, and you didn’t want your partner to do all the work.

you plod into the mostly obedient classroom, all eyes staring at the teacher while she speaks. she doesn’t acknowledge you and continues to instruct. you don’t mind, and slot through the columns of desks.

“damn what happened to you? out too late last night?” jax obnoxiously chuckles behind his hand as he daps up his nearby friends. unlike the movies, he isn’t well liked by the whole school, only by his lame sidekick friends. the only thing that’s comical is how he’s wearing a letterman for the world’s most boring sport (golf) and he suddenly thinks he’s the most admired man on campus. if there was a sport for douchebags, he’d make varsity and be the star player.

jax has been like this since freshman year. he acts immature, rude, and arrogant to most people, but especially to you. he always goes out of his way to insult or make fun of you for entertainment. although you know the underlining reason for his harsh treatment, it doesn’t bother you any less. it’s hard to desensitize from negativity when you’re surrounded by it like oxygen.

you cringe at his comment and the unfolded scene. you barely have enough energy to get through today, let alone waste it on a dumbass jock who thinks he’s the ‘top dawg’ or whatever he says. another cramp kicks you, which makes you practically limp to your seat in the back.

“look she’s limping,” he points out to his friends with shoulder nudges. “he must have given it to her hard.”

more laughs are muffled behind their jacket sleeves, while you focus on breathing and reaching your desk. the class is too distracted with the teacher’s announcements to notice or care about the little interaction.

peter wasn’t listening to a word the teacher was saying.

his senses picked up on the chattering near the back of the room. he’s learned when to engage his power on his own, but his senses are automatically heightened when someone is involved in harmful situations. he has never eavesdropped on your conversations ever before, but conversations don’t sound like that.

peter heard the ‘jokes’ jax made about you, right to your face. it made him upset knowing that someone would talk like that. but it made him fucking furious that anyone would talk like that to you. you didn’t deserve that. peter didn’t know you as well as he wishes to, but he knows that jax is a jerk inside and out. an immature asshole to better say. no matter how high of a pedestal jax puts himself on, he’ll never hold a candle to you.

peter clenches his jaw so hard, he thought he might shatter his own teeth. it took everything in him to breathe instead of strangle jax with his webs in front of the whole class.

it’s like everything may ever told him was thrown out the window.

when the teacher finally dismisses everyone to continue their partner projects, peter doesn’t hesitate to snatch his backpack and head toward you. his heart pounds angrily in his chest, furious, yet still underlined with nerves because he’s approaching you like it’s normal.

he takes the seat beside you. you’re slouched with your hands resting on the desk while you fiddle with your fingers. peter softens his gaze, heart still beating rapidly.

what does he say?

“hey,” he gently starts, patiently waiting for you to say something. you blink a few times before turning your head toward peter.

“hey, parker,” you tiredly smile at him, trying to sit up straighter. your head subtly pounds from the nonsense you experienced with jax because that kind of stuff is so regular for you. if you look like shit one day, everyone assumes you had a previous late-night hookup. if you look gorgeous on another, they think you’re a slut who just wants attention.

can’t a girl just dress for herself?

at first, it angered you that people cared so deeply yet so little about you. now, it was so constant and repetitive that you didn’t dwell on everyone else’s small talk about you. but you can’t help but wish it would stop. it had a mental toll on you.

but deep down, you were only mad at yourself for giving in to the pressure of people around you.

peter gazes delicately at you, his teddy bear eyes easing some of the mental and physical pain away.

you wish all guys were as good-natured and self-aware as he seemed.

“are you okay?” peter breathily questions. he sees the heaviness under your eyes and your eyelids seem desperate to close. overall exhaustion is laced in your expression. he assumes you don’t want him to stare at you, so he tries his best to avert his eyes. but even when you’re sick, he still thinks you’re gorgeous. you always radiate such glowing warmth, so when you’re a little colder, there must be something wrong.

“uh,” you grumble, hesitant. you consider admitting to peter that you’re on your period and not just tired or sick. again, you didn’t dwell on other people’s thoughts, or their judgment. if anything, he’d probably disregard it anyway because that’s what guys always do. without stopping yourself, you admit. “i'm on my period.”

peter slightly widens his eyes, not expecting you to say that. he knew you were forthright, but he didn’t think you’d share personal information with him. his heart races quicker before he realizes his reaction probably isn’t helping.

“oh um… is there is anything… i can do to help?” peter stutters and he mentally curses at himself for acting like an immature fool. to be clear, he wasn’t flustered over the menstrual cycle part, they’re completely natural and uncontrollable, but by the fact that you told him so bluntly (even though he asked) is what shocked him.

you genuinely smile at his endearment, causing spots of warmth to spread over your chilly skin. your shoulders relax, releasing tension you didn’t know you had been storing in your muscles.

“unless you have chocolate, nothing is going to mend the stabbing pain in my uterus,” you dryly joke, moving some hair from your face. a gray hood lays on your head, protecting you from the uncomfortably cold air.

peter curses to himself, again, for not having chocolate in his bag.

sometimes, he wishes he could read minds instead of having the behavioral abilities of a spider. he has to remind himself that some people don’t have powers at all and he should be grateful and blah blah blah.

“i’m sorry, i don’t,” peter frowns again like earlier. “do you have a favorite?” he asks suddenly.

“a favorite chocolate?” you face him with curiosity, trying to forget the jamming headache. your cramps have halted more now than they have all morning. probably because you’re sitting comfortably for once.

“yeah or a favorite food you crave,” peter knows about the food cravings because of may.

when may’s favorite snack (pickles) were gone and she was too unwell to retrieve them, she would send peter to go to the store down the street. he hates seeing may in pain, but it only lasted for a couple of days before she was okay again. he doesn’t remember exactly when he stopped having to go, but he didn’t worry as long as she wasn’t hurting.

he would definitely bring you something if you asked.

“i mean, i really like chocolate pretzels? i don’t know why. probably because i always ate them a lot growing up,” you share openly. you spit out the first thing that came to your mind without hesitation. you were being oddly open. no one really cared to ask personally questions to you before, so you didn’t really know how to respond.

“noted,” he remembers how ned loves them too, so he’ll have to ask him where he gets them. peter curls one side of his lips into a tiny smile, while you smile back with skepticism all over your face. he feels his chest restricting and wonders if he’ll die. and least he would die a happy man. “we should probably get to our project.”

“yeah, yeah. we should,” you shake your head to look away from his soft features. he turns down and searches in his backpack for the papers. your eyes don’t drag away from him like you’d hope they would.

he wore jeans today. they appeared a little loose, but fitting enough so he’s not sagging. you could never imagine him in jeans; he always seemed like a khaki guy. a classic flannel shirt peaks beneath a navy sweater, and you wonder where he gets his style from. his hair is neatly combed, and it overall made him look put-together. you couldn't imagine yourself appearing that way, even if you wore pretty little clothes and did your makeup.

peter tilts his head back up and places the papers on the desk. he scoots the table closer to you with ease, and you two continue to work on the presentation fundamentals.

time flies when the bell suddenly rings. peter tucks everything back into his bag in a specific folder. his body freezes when his scalp feels your soft fingertips ruffle his hair. a blush arises on his face as he stares at the floor. when he finally looks back up, you’re gone.

you left the class with a small smile, feeling a little less worse than you had.

—

during lunch, peter instantly asked about the pretzels.

“oh, these ones?” ned plops them out of his backpack and peter gasps dramatically.

“you have some? can i have them?” peter pleads, without context. he’s never asked for them before when ned had brought them.

“since when do you like chocolate pretzels?” ned quirks a suspicious eyebrow at peter. he doesn’t like hiding anything from ned, so he gives in and tells him with a sigh. he doesn’t tell him everything, only that you’re the one that likes the pretzels, not him. ned doesn’t need to know that you’re on your period and the ‘conversation’ that happened with jax.

“does she need all of them? i just bought these yesterday,” ned complains, while betty sits next to him across the cafeteria table and kisses his cheek. peter envied their love, even if it was questionably odd sometimes.

since peter sits so close to you in english, he envisions kissing your cheek while you answer a question on the sheet. you’d try to hide your heavenly smile, but then you’d give in and giggle next to him.

he daydreams about you so much, some might think it’s exhausting, but they’re really what keep him going.

ned explains to betty how peter needs his pretzels for you and peter interrupts him with an embarrassed “ned!” because he said that “peter is practically in love with you.” which isn’t… he can’t. betty then convinces him to hand over the bag.

“fine, but you owe me,” ned groans and rolls his eyes while betty giggles and kisses his cheek again.

—

peter couldn’t find you at lunch.

however, he did spot you at the end of the hallway where he unexpectedly ‘caught’ you yesterday.

your hood was covering your head, but the way your backpack dangled loosely from your shoulders alerted him that it was you. your bag had a single stitch on it that he’d never noticed before as he gazed at you in the hallway.

the place was nearly empty like before since the day had ended. you pushed open the door and hissed at the icy breeze, instinctively crossing your arms for more warmth.

peter follows you through the doors and catches up with you. your eyebrows raise in shock and you halt your movements, but you relax when you notice it’s just peter. you remove your earbuds and pause your music.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you,” he instantly apologizes, cheeks flushed. it was probably from the sudden chilly weather, but it looked adorable on his cheeks. his lips were more prominent, rosy and pink against his fair skin.

“you don’t have to apologize. it’s fine,” you tighten your arms over each other, teeth nearly chattering. you weren’t a fan of the fall or winter because you got cold very easily. you were definitely more of a summer gal.

“i, um,” peter lost his words. you would probably think that he’s a freak for actually getting you the pretzels. you’ll probably think he’s crazily obsessed with you (he kind of is, but not like that). his hands are shaking, and it’s not only from the weather. “i got these for you.”

you peer down with skepticism, a small bag of chocolate-covered pretzels in his hands. you look back up at him with awe in your eyes. your heart clutches tightly in your chest from the kindness. you’re not someone who cries a lot, or at least in front of people, but no one has ever done such a thoughtful action for you. it was such a small thing, but it affected you more than you could have imagined. you blame your hormones for the brimming tears in your eyes.

“oh no. are these the wrong ones? i’m sorry—”

“no, peter, these are perfect. thank you. i…” you were speechless. he's so sweet. too sweet. he probably did this for everyone who needs it. you wish you had someone as endearing as him in your life consistently. you need it. peter’s wide smile is soon washed away.

“y/n? well, i didn't think you’d go for as low as a nerd,” the familiar snobby voice of jax makes both of your heads turn. he wears a smirk on his face, arms crossed as he approaches you two more closely. his ‘sidekick’ friend follows behind him submissively. jax looks down at the pretzels in peter’s hand and laughs. “the nerd got her chocolates. what is this, valentine’s day? please, how pathetic.”

when people talked or spread rumors about you, you tried not to care. you never engaged because it would never stop. you just learned to live with it because it’s been years. you’ve heard jax talk shit about loads of people over that time. however, hearing jax disrespect peter right in front of you made your blood boil so much, you didn’t feel as cold anymore.

“leave him alone, jax. he’s done nothing to you,” you glare at him with daggers in your eyes and a strong jaw. you were much shorter than him, but your distaste for his attitude was bigger. “i know you don’t like me, but don’t take it out on him.”

“sweetheart, i can do whatever i want,” jax clicks his tongue condescendingly while inching closer to peter.

those words flashed a different image through your mind, but you forced yourself to stand tall. you don’t need reminding of the past.

he rips the pretzels out of peter’s hands and chucks them on the ground. peter barely moves, staring at jax’s soul with small backward steps.

please, don’t hurt him. you plead to some higher power.

“she doesn’t like you. she wants you to think that. she’ll make you think that she wants to sleep with you, so you look like a fucking fool,” jax snarls in peter’s face with clenched teeth and an flared nose.

“shut up,” peter grumbles with clamped fists so compact his knuckles start whitening from the pressure. protectiveness spread throughout his whole body like a disease.

“what did you say? speak up,” jax provokes, glaring down at peter with a snarl on his face. you have a feeling this will get ugly and you really don’t want peter to get hurt.

“shut. up.” peter huffs out each word, and jax finally swings. peter ducks quickly, so jax punches again with his opposite hand. peter dodges it swiftly, sliding away from his predictable hits.

jax growls in impatience and swings more wild and aggressively. peter blocks his ‘hardest’ punch with his forearm. he latches onto his wrist and twists him around, pushing him backwards.

“i don’t want to fight you, jax,” peter states honestly, with his hands up. he’s annoyed with his perseverance in this fight that he’s not going to win.

he practically jumps towards peter with anger brewing in his eyes. with his arms wide, he tries to cage peter against the nearby tree, but fails horribly. peter simply ducks and sweeps his leg, causing him to tumble onto his back. if he didn’t, jax would have collided face first into the wood. jax stumbles back onto his feet while his friend watches with a gaped mouth. peter knew he couldn’t fight jax, especially not at school. he definitely wasn’t scared to, but it’s not morally right to himself, may, or you.

but god, did he want to beat the living shit out of him.

what is wrong with peter’s thoughts?

“beginner’s luck. i’ll be back,” jax spits on the ground, trying to make a statement before stomping toward the gym with his not-so-much sidekick.

you stand frozen, your body in shock from peter’s incredible defensive skills. he walks over to you with worry cascading his face.

“are you okay? i’m sorry, i didn’t want to fight him—”

“peter, stop apologizing. i’m fine and that was… pretty cool,” you cut him off with your hands on his chest. his heart was racing and his cheeks were flushed, but he did just finish a fight.

and he totally won too.

peter thought he might dissolve. even in the cold weather, he might melt right into a puddle on the cement from your palms resting on his chest. he knows you feel the pounding organ behind his rib cage, which makes him blush even more. if he stands still any longer, he’ll be permanently frozen in overwhelming affection. to avert himself, he bends down to retrieve the forgotten pretzels and hands them your way.

“do you still want them?” peter cringes at the wrinkled bag in his palms.

“of course, i do,” you snatch them from his hands and tuck them possessively into your arm. “i mean, you fought for these! they must be really good.” peter chuckles, muscles relaxing at your optimism.

there was your warmth again.

“so do you walk home or take the bus? or can you drive?” you ask with some energy. the fighting woke you up and opened your eyes. literally. jax’s always been a douche, but fighting through an innocent person about something that happened years ago? that’s pathetic.

“i can drive, but i don’t have a car. i usually take the bus, but it’s long gone by now,” peter scratches his neck and shuffles awkwardly. sometimes he feels comfortable with you, but most times he gets so nervous he forgets sentences. or words. or thoughts in general. even though his anxiety was heightened, he really wanted to walk you home. he would float to cloud nine. “what about you? do you drive?”

“i’m in the same boat as you. or car…?”

“do… you want me to walk you?” he felt his fingertips trembling and stomach clench. every second you didn’t say something, he prepared for disappointment.

“i would like that,” you smile. you smile. with teeth and everything. your cheeks looked soft and your expression was genuine. peter felt his heart flutter and fly away, while his stomach was littered with butterflies.

you both begin walking along the sidewalk, the school fading in the distance behind you. walking made talking less anxiety inducing, and more comforting for him.

“so where did you learn to fight like that?”

—

HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT PART FOUR??!?

tags: @percyjacksonspeen @rafecameronsbadussy @slut4tomholland

[sugar-omi]

Saw your last ask about the eloping and then was just thinking if the MC left with Mr. Wedding planner considering some of his lines in the DLC and the Taylor Swift song (and I am so sorry Cove I love you too but oof this went straight to my brain from all the angst and wanting on both sides)

ahhhh im,,, assuming youre thinking what im thinking n that is MC leaving cove to be w baxter bc that angsty idea came into my mind in the middle of writing that request and i have some ideas on it :(( listen to this playlist for the full effect 👍👍 ik a lot more songs i could add but i left it w olivia rodrigo n conan gray

tags : Angst (with happy ending for cove lol), (emotional) cheating, breaking up, your family n friends ar upset w you to say the least, your fam and friends goes low/no contact

synopsis : you leave cove to be with baxter, this is how everyone reacts.

[this is based off this post: "eloping with baxter", where alternatively you leave cove for baxter.]

*edited because i forgot to add derek's reaction.

please break it off before the wedding. if you leave him at the alter, cove would be thoroughly destroyed and your immediate family would prbly end up disowning you and/or going very low contact.

breaking off the engagement was and is a really hard thing, but you do it anyway to be with baxter

i wanna touch on how your family n friends reacts to the break up first...

well lets just leave it at cove's parents don't talk to you anymore and you are not welcome even near their house

in fact cliff even moves out of sunset bird because he's so distraught and if cove comes to visit, which he does and even moves in with his dad, he sees how sad cove is and it kills him

he regrets ever moving to sunset bird and asking you to be his friend.

cliff never forgives himself for this, even though it isn't his fault, he feels like it is and even if (and when) cove gets over this betrayal, cliff hates that this happened anyway.

cliff doesn't send you any text, he just blocks you

but if you send a text before he can do so, which is possible since he's busy comforting his son

then he responds like this..

"please don't text this number anymore. and leave my son alone. you've really betrayed him.. me too. i thought you were a good person y/n. i hope you're happy with him"

kyra leaves you a very scornful message and then blocks you

she refuses to waste her breathe or time on someone who hurt her baby

she starts by saying how much she loved you and everything you did for cove, but ends it with how she can never forgive you for leaving cove like this

"don't bother apologizing. everyone had their faith in you to love and take care of cove but you've really blindsided him. you're no longer family to us, leave us alone."

your family is very disappointed

even though they don't cut you off, you're distant and if you marry baxter, they don't come celebrate with you

your mom is surprisingly very tender about it and she is the one who misses you the most

she cries over your pictures when you were growing up, and when everything was perfect

she knows you're an adult and things happen, this is the way the cookie crumbles sometimes but the holden's were like family too and everything is just hard

she can't even look at cove when she sees him

once she even broke down crying in front of him, she could see the dark circles under his eyes and yet he still smiled at her and gave his best "hello"

cove ends up comforting her in the middle of the grocery store parking lot...

she doesn't leave the house for awhile. she's so ashamed and embarrassed because she can hear the whispers of the townsfolk

"i wish they were kids again..."

your ma calls to yell at you.

ma doesn't ever get mad, if anything mom was the "bad cop" growing up and did most the iron fisting

but your ma can't believe you'd do this. she understands that sometimes you fall out of love with someone or have deeper feelings for someone else but.. you knew cove for 15 years and you leave for someone like baxter, who hurt you?

shes just blinded with rage and sadness, even thought she's yelling she ends up crying

she tells you not to come around for awhile, she can't bare to look at you and look at cliff (and cove) the next day

"please don't bother coming home, you're not welcome here for the foreseeable future. i thought we raised you better than this."

your sister doesn't know what to do

she never expected this from you

she hugs you while you cry, you're still her sibling but she also can't forgive you so easily

she and cove weren't close, but definitely closer than baxter and she saw how much he loved you. and she sees how much he's hurting, as he's slowly gathering all his stuff out of your shared house.

she helps him pack his stuff and gives him a hug, lets him cry and tells cove that he's always been like family, and will always be

she watches him cry in his car before finally driving off and suddenly liz is so mad

all this upset and upheaval for what? a traumatized, flirty victorian-emo man who stayed for a summer and told you to fuck off and then came back 5 years later?

she doesn't yell, but between the quiet and half empty house, liz scolds you and flies back home the same night...

"i love you but i can't believe you threw this all away for someone you knew for ONE summer 5 years ago... i'm so disappointed in you."

lee is the one who comforts you the most when you cry

but you can see the disappointment in her eyes

she calls you a lot less, and she doesn't scream in excitement at you anymore. especially if you're with him.

one night, she even whispers into the dark room, having thrown a blanket over you and thinking you are asleep.

"i thought you were better than this..."

your friends are so surprised

they never saw this coming at all

im (not) sorry to say but you are now friendless :)

miranda is the one with the greatest fury

she leaves several voice messages where she is yelling and cussing you out...

"lose my number! i can't believe you'd leave cove for your wedding planner! someone who hurt you 5 fucking years ago!" "you need to get a grip on reality if you think you're gonna live happily ever after. screw you, you-"

terry is with miranda at the time so she cut off the last message before she could share her new nicknames for you

terry's disappointment is immeasurable.

he tries texting you and asking whats going on before he asks you to meet him for coffee

thats the last time you see him before he sends you on last text...

"i hope you're happy y/n... i really cherished our friendship but i can't trust someone who did this to their partner and one of my best buddies... goodbye."

derek is ready to fly over to cove immediately, and he does.

derek helps cliff get cove settled and calmed down, he even makes dinner while cliff helps cove at least get a grip on reality again...

"i'm so surprised you did this y/n... i thought i knew you better but i guess not... listen, i gotta finish dinner, cove hasn't eaten in a couple days. i'm sorry but cove is my best friend, i hope you're happier now.. goodbye."

cove is ruined, to say the least.

somehow he expected it though..

you were dating cove when baxter came that summer, but he saw how you looked at him... it was with a sense of longing. he supposes it was only a matter of time before you decided you wanted a taste of baxter ward, he just hoped it would never come...

you dated baxter that summer, and he saw how distraught you were when he left you so brutually.. cove thought you really loved him, that you finally got over baxter. but apparently he was wrong, you were just patching your wounds until baxter could put you back together...

you never dated baxter, but cove saw how you looked at him with longing and cove always wished you would look at him like that. i guess you just turned your eyes to him until you could finally have the one you wanted...

cove loved you so much, and now that you've broken up he feels like he'll never recover

cove's personality does a whole 180

if he was "warm", he's not anymore. he can't bring himself to smile and laugh and socialize when his chest feels so hollow yet like he's been stabbed with pins and needles...

if he was already "cold", i need you to imagine him being even colder...

he still says his "please and thank you"'s whenever its necessary, but anything other than a hum when affirming to the cashier that he found his groceries okay

or telling the fast food worker what he wants to eat, which he usually orders online in that case, then he doesn't really talk too much

everyone can see how distraught he is even though he tries to distract himself

he cooks meals from scratch, he even learns how to make bread just to keep his mind away from it all

he tries to surf or look for shells but it just ends up hurting more because he as so many memories of those things with you

his whole childhood was with you... you gave him a childhood and you're the reason he enjoyed life so much, you made him so happy...

cove really tries to keep his head above water but even with the love and care from his parents, he's drowning...

its like when he was a little kid all over again but this time he's the one going through the break up

sometimes he snaps at his dad to please leave him alone and he runs off to the guest room crying.

he's so overwhelmed, overstimulated in every way and hurt.

he feels like he'll never recover from this one

when he does "get better", its still a total change from who he used to be

he definitely keeps his friend circle tight and dating isnt even on the table, and wont be for a long time.

fuck it probably takes him another 15 years to get over you.

all he knew for the last 15 years of his life was you, and now he has to do without you so its hard.

some days he falls apart again, because things are so much harder now that he has to take care of himself in every way possible

you reopened his trust and abandonment issues...

he has a date with olivia rodrigo and conan gray (see above for playlist)

when everyone finds out you eloped with baxter they lose their fucking minds

your ma doesn't even text or call you. you can't even hear her in the background when your mom calls because she can't believe you'd elope to him after all this, no matter how much time goes by...

your mom feels hurt again. it just makes everything so real and she feels sick thinking that baxter is now her son-in-law

your sister calls to yell at you. its less than a 5 minute phone call, she just can't believe you married him...

lee doesn't bother sending any congratulations, doesn't even like your pictures on social media. the next time she texts you she blames it on work, and thoroughly avoids talking about baxter

you better hope miranda and derek don't see it.

derek was certainly the most peaceful when the break up happened, but he would definitely unblock you just to tell you how disappointed he is and he definitely cusses at you.

""i can't believe we were ever friends.""

terry is angry too, but he cries more than anything

he misses having all of you together, this just reopens the wound of how things turned out...

if and when cove finally sees or hears the news, if this happened soon after your breakup he would lose his shit.

if you elope soon after breaking up: it takes everything for him not to throw his phone.

he definitely goes to the gym for a bit to work out some energy. he's so sad but most of all he's angry

that should've been you getting married but you're with him instead.

if you elope later after breaking up: it hurts for awhile. but it doesn't tear him up as long as it did when you broke up

but the first night he does look at your smiling face and he misses you.

in the morning he's talking to his dad and he does realize that its better like this

that you just decided that baxter had everything you needed, and its not cove's fault

he hopes you're happy with yourself

unfortunately, this isn't a bad bone in cove's body to wish you ill.

but he does hope you aren't as happy with baxter as you were with him <3

if he runs into you for any reason, maybe because your moms finally let you come over or you happen to be in town or something

cove smiles at you...

it's unsettling

especially since this is the first time you've seen him since the breakup and its been years

you start talking a bit, you with very big eyes and a shaky voice

cove used to be so sensitive but now that he's in front of you again he seems so unaffected...

"y/n." "y-yes?" your heart is jumping in your chest... "i hope you're happy now." you pause, looking down and twisting your wedding band on your finger. "i dont know... some days i'm happy enough, but most days i.. i think about the what if's...." cove nods. somehow he feels satisfied hearing that, but he'd never admit it. "well i hope you can get over it, you made your decision so you need to make it work. goodbye y/n..."

in the end cove is so much stronger, of course he's still vulnerable with people, he's still a crybaby but the walls he's built around himself are high and it took a lot of therapy for him to get over the betrayal

when cove does start dating again and if he gets married especially, your mom's are in the pictures...

he looks so happy, so does cliff and kyra

if your mom's are in the pictures, especially the wedding pictures, it saddens you because you have no pictures of your family with baxter, it doesn't matter how many years go by.

hopefully you're happy with your decision <3

[wrongcaitlyn]

so sorry for spamming your ask box 😭

but i was wondering if you could describe how you think nico’s singing voice/overall tone he uses in a lot of his songs is.

like i know some of the source songs are upbeat pop but i’m gathering that most of them are softer?

if there was for instance any singers that you think would be similar to how he sounds/sings i’d love to know! (eg i think will can sing moderately well he just doesn’t think he can because he doesn’t have the same regular pop style as his siblings as when he sings it sounds like a mix of florence and the crane wives in the style they use.)

first, never apologize for the asks‼️‼️ usually if i don’t respond it’s bc im doing smth boring like studying/hw and i am mentally looking forward to responding😭😭

had to sleep on this and think on it for a while to see if i could remember the names of any other male artists, and then accepted the simple fact that i am a certified pop girl stan and that will never changeHDKDJ

sooo i cant RLLY think of anyone that, like, matches his voice aside from conan gray - that’s who ive been imagining the most while writing😭 i just think his voice is honestly so beautiful and ig its just how ive imagined it?

i can give some songs specifically that i think are so so nico (in terms of vocal delivery, not lyrics/production)

- heather

- people watching

- astronomy

- little league

i think very much kid krow conan/some superache songs are the way that he sings… i also feel like he sometimes over-produces(?) idk if that’s a term but like changes his voice slightly in production (less and less as the years go on bc he’s more comfortable with his natural voice) but his live performances are incredible. i also don’t think he necessarily knows his range, like he’s never tested it out, so one day he’s gonna sing super high notes just bc he never tried before (snow angel) and it’ll be incredible

the only other male artists i know/listen to are hozier and noah kahan and their voices are very different than what i imagine nico’s to be😭 i don’t necessarily think it’s raspy (or at least, not when he records it like in the studio) but really smooth, sometimes with voice cracks if its like an intentionally very emotional song

i think he also intentionally sings a lot in his lower register (think, like, the way taylor sings maroon vs how she’d sing karma) and he’s incredibleee at it.

honestly the way i’d like to describe it the most is simply angelic. i’m sure there’s an artist out there somewhere that sings the way i imagine nico to, but for now im just gonna go with conan!! im in awe of his vocal capabilities tbh, esp in the recent album (even tho i don’t think found heaven necessarily matches with nico’s voice/what i imagine that to be)

AND YOU ARE SOO RIGHT ABT WILL he def can sing, but he always like purposefully messes up the singing if yk what i mean? like if he was actually trying, he’d be incredible, but he purposefully puts on like a strained tone or messes up notes just bc he doesn’t want his actual singing voice to be judged (plus he grew up around naomi and apollo and a bunch of other singers, and he just isn’t *that* good, but he’s definitely not bad in any way)

thank you for the ask!!

[harrysrealgf]

HEATHER

Warnings:heavy angst, cursing, cheating, brief smut scene (not including y/n) and I think that’s all

————

“Love do you want to come with me on my next show?” He asked putting down his book for a second.

“Simon would allow that?” You ask out of pure curiosity, also setting down your book.

“I hope.. I just really want you to come this time.” He smiled softly.

“Well whys that?”

“I don’t wanna miss you too much.” He giggled quietly.

“Well I would love to.” You smiled softly.

“Love you.” He gave u a kiss on the cheek. You were blushing and didn’t say anything. Just continued to read your book with a stupid grin.

He nudged your shoulder when he realized you were blushing

“Cmon say it back.” He smiled.

“I love you too H.” You blushed. You guys have been dating for 2 years but you still felt nervous and got so many butterflies around him. Just like when you guys first met.

He smiled and went back to reading his book and e got a text and picked his phone up to look at it.

“Who texted?” He’s never turned his phone so quick.

“Oh.. just Simon.” He smiled while putting his phone down. You believed him , sure. But you couldn’t help but overthink.

“Oh… okay.” You started. You didn’t want to ask but it just came out. “What did he say?”

“Oh.. um I asked him if you could come and he wants heather to come too.” You and heather had a bad past. You were always Harry’s friend, and even while they dated.

“Why’s that?” You tilt your head.

“I dunno.. he’s just always liked her..” he stopped for a second. “Even when we were…” he cleared his throat, “dating.”

“Oh…” you looked down. “Well do you want her to come?”

“I mean.. I don’t mind I guess.” He looked over at you and saw the look on your face. “Oh god. Do you not want her to come? I can tell him no, he might not listen but I can still tell him-“

“No no! It’s fine.” You tried to convince yourself.

“Are you sure? I’ll completely understand if you don’t want her to come.”

“No it’s fine. It’s your last show… it’s a big celebration.”

“Right. Well… I love you.” He smiles.

“Love you too.” You bit your lip anxiously.

————

The night of the show was a wreck. Not for the band, but potentially for your relationship.

Harry and heather don’t stop talking the whole night. You trusted Harry. You really did, but seeing him cozied up next to the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, made you think.

“H,” that’s his nickname for you. “You look really good tonight.” If you knew anything about flirting, well… that was it.

“Oh thanks Heather!” He smiled brightly. He doesn’t look at you like that.

He looked over at you, as him and heather were cozied up next to one another, you were sitting on a separate couch.

“Y/n! You look…” he paused and looked you up and down. “Ho-“

“Horrible.” Heather laughed at you.

You just looked away.

“Heather what the hell?” Harry defended.

“What? It’s true!” She rolled her eyes.

“No it’s not. She looks hot.”

“Is it hot in here?” You avoided the conversation. “It’s hot to me.. I’m gonna go get some air.” You got up and left.

“She’s so dramatic.” Heather complained

Harry ignored her. “I should check on her..”

“Harry cmon! She’s just dramatic. I was just joking anyways, she’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to make her-“

“I’m sure she’s fine H. You want I can check on her for you?”

“Well…”

“Just let me try to apologize.” Heather insisted and harry nodded.

Heather got up and followed you to where you went.

When she got to the patio of the hotel you guys were staying at she stood next to you.

“Listen, I’m not sorry for what I said. But if you don’t go along with what I say to Harry, we’re gonna have bigger problems, k?”

“Gotcha.” You said quietly.

She walked away and went back to the party.

“She didn’t want to come out here.. bummer.” Heather said trying to sound truthful.

“Maybe i should just talk to her-“ Harry attempted to speak but Heather cut him off.

“No she said she wanted to be alone.. so it’s best if you just don’t go.” Harry was a little naive so he believed her.

Some time after, you went to go find Harry and tell him she was going home.. but you couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Hey have you seen Harry?” She asked Louis.

Louis bit his bottom lip anxiously. “Promise me you wont get mad.” You and Louis were like best friends. And you always trusted him with nothing else but the truth.

“…Promise.” You faked a smile.

“I saw him going into a room with Heather and i don’t think they’ve come out for like… 20 minutes? I was trying to come and find you to tell you but i couldn’t find you anywhere.” You stopped breathing for what felt like forever but was literally only .5 seconds.

“W-what room?” He pointed and she muttered out a ‘thank you’ before walking over to the door and listening to what’s behind it.

And you felt sick.

You felt absolutely disgusted.

“Fuck, Harry! Harry oh god.” That was Heathers goddamn voice. Heathers squeaky ass annoying voice. She was pretty that’s for sure, but was she a horrible person? Yes. And did she have an annoying voice? Absolutely.

“Fuck.. Such a good girl Heather..” As soon as you heard harry’s voice you opened the door and they didn’t hear you come in because they were going at it like wild animals on missionary position.

“What. The. Fuck.” You muttered out before Heather looks at her and smirks.

Harry immediately pulled out and looks behind him to see you.

Fear is all you could see in his eyes. He quickly pulled up his boxers and his jeans but before he could finish buttoning his pants, you ran out of the room.

He ran after you shouting your name.

“Love…” He finally caught up to you and touched your shoulder.

“Don’t! Don’t fucking touch me Harry. Don’t fucking call me that. I am not your love. Don’t even look at me.” He grabbed your wrist as you tried to walk off.

“Please just listen to me.” He whimpered

“No! I don’t want to listen to you. I don’t want to talk to you. You disgust me and i’m absolutely sick to my stomach right now so unless you want me to throw up all over you, let go of my wrist.” You knew he had a fear of vomit, so you thought saying that would make him let go. But he didn’t.

“Y/N please it’s not what it looks like…” You rolled your eyes.

“Bullshit. What was it then?” You were absolutely livid. You were so incredibly mad.

“What?”

“If you weren’t just fucking Heather, then what was just happening?!” You waited for a response but Harrys face looks like he was trying to convince you big foot was real.

“Exactly. Now let go of my wrist.” He slowly let go and muttered out ‘I’m so sorry’

You rolled your eyes once more and remembered Harry drove you here.

“Take me home.” You said staring at the ground.

“What?” He mumbled.

“I said take me home Harry. You drove me here and you take me home.” You waited for a response but he hesitated.

“Or did I cockblock you that bad? You want to go fuck Heather some more? Be my fucking guest i’ll have Louis take me home.” He was still silent as you walked away.

There were tears streaming down your face and you needed Louis.

“Lou..” you whimpered out.

“Darling what happened?” He set his drink down and held your shoulders.

“You know what happened! Fucking Heather… Why does she ruin everything for me?” You sobbed more as Louis pulled you in for a hug.

Louis looked over at Harry and he was sat down across the room looking like a lost puppy. Louis was disappointed Harry could hurt such a sweet girl like you. He was honestly mad at Harry too.

“I can’t do this anymore Lou. I don’t want to be here anymore please take me home.” You had gotten tears all over Louis’ gray shirt.

“Of course.. Let’s go.”

The next day you didn’t want to get up. You just wanted to lay in your bed and rot there.

You got on your phone to see texts from Harry.

H: I didn’t mean it I swear.

H: It was a mistake and I never meant to hurt you.

H: I was drunk.

You: Being drunk doesn’t change your morals Harry. So quit with the excuses and just admit you wanted Heather.

H: I didn’t want her though! All i’ve ever wanted was you!

You: Then why did you fuck her?!

H: I don’t know.

You: Wow okay.

H: Well your not so innocent either.

You: What the hell are you talking about?!

H: Louis! You’ve been cozied up against him since me and you got together!

You: 😂😂

You: That was a joke right?

H: No.

You: He’s my best friend Harry. I can’t believe you would even say that to me.

H: Well he won’t text me back anymore. He’s probably with you right now.

You: He’s not. Stop trying to make yourself look like the victim when i walked in on you and heather going at it like fucking rabid animals!

[beesonhoneytoast]

FruBa Music Tastes Headcanons

a/n: been wanting to do this kind of post again for awhile now, and i finally got the inspiration to do it! enjoy! :3

🍙Tohru Honda🍙

A lot of lofi/instrumental stuff. Usually for when she’s cleaning or doing some chores around the house. Otherwise it’s Taylor Swift (don’t look at me! The Kyoru edits made me do it)

🐈Kyo Sohma🐈

To be honest I think he listens to whatever Tohru likes (god he’s hopelessly in love with her it’s pathetic)

🐀Yuki Sohma🐀

I honestly don’t know what Yuki would listen to, he’d probably have a little bit of everything?

👘Akito Sohma👘

Probably traditional Biwa music, idk. Akito is a tricky one.

🐕Shigure Sohma🐕

Like Kyo to Tohru, I feel like Shigure would listen to whatever Akito would like.

🐇Momiji Sohma🐇

Now from my chat with my Momiji bot on c.ai, it mentioned it liked Hozier. And I can see it to be honest. Hozier makes a lot of R&B and blues, and I can honestly see Momiji vibing with that. 

🐉Hatori Sohma🐉

Jazz. I don’t make the rules (but I do) mans likes his jazz cos he’s a very sophisticated guy. 

🐄Hatsuharu Sohma🐄

Metal. No elaboration will be made

❤️‍🩹Arisa Uotani❤️‍🩹

It’s a tie between either girl in red or Conan Gray. Perhaps both. Both is good.

🖤Saki Hanajima🖤

She listens to Phantom of the Opera on loop like me. No elaboration. Moving on. 

🐍Ayame Sohma🐍

Todrick Hall and any other queer musician that has walked the earth.

🐗Kagura Sohma🐗

Definitely listens to Vocaloid. Oh and those cutesy songs you find on playlists for relaxing. She scours the internet for every last song on them.

🐒Ritsu Sohma🐒

MY BABYYYYYY AGHHHHH

Now for those who haven’t read My Girl (which you definitely should), I stated that Ritsu is a girl in red fan. She also likes Taylor Swift, Halsey, and AURORA, though. Also Madonna and ABBA, Blondie, maybe Joan Jett when she’s feeling daring.

Def would apologize for her music taste if you don’t like it like no bby it’s okay 🥺🥺🥺

🐅Kisa Sohma🐅

Baby Shark /j

🐏Hiro Sohma🐏

Would sing Baby Shark with Kisa cos he loves her 🥹

🐎Rin/Isuzu Sohma🐎

Marina and the Diamonds, and also Mitski. 

🐓Kureno Sohma🐓

I feel like he listens to Michael Bublé. No reason why, he just does and that’s on my headcanon.

[kels-blasketball]

Yippieee-- anyways Hallo my name is (Danny/Dani!!) I am gender fluid 😍not gender reveal...

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I am Mexican 😍 I have curly hair which I hate I say womp womp/merry Christmas in the most random times

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The fact I have Tumblr is by my pookie who used to be my gf @omorayy we know each other irl 😝😝🤭🤭 she's taller than me 😞 these pictures define both us together

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All the nirvana songs ik right here

Smells like teen spirit, come as you are, lithium, heart shaped box, all apologies, blew, about a girl, territorial pissing, something in the way,Polly, endless nameles, dumb, in bloom, aneurysm, you know your right, moist vagina,beans,the other improv, Bambi Slaughter, black and blue whites, Mr moustache, Floyd the barber, hers she comes now, do re mi, return of the rat, cut me some slack, dont want it all, immigrant song, escalator to hell, breed, rape me sappy, serve the servants, pennyroyal tea, very ape, negative creep, scentless apprentice, heart shaped box, Frances Farmer will have her revenge on seattle, Gallons of rubbing alcohol flow through the strip, Marigold, I hate myself and want to die, radio friendly unit shifter, Milk it,Jam, school, paper cuts, love buzz, downer, scoff, swap meet, sifting, big cheese, drain you, stay away,lounge act, stain, sliver, been a son, turn around, Molly's lips, son of a gun, beeswax, Mexican seafood, hairspray queen, aero Zeppelin, big long now,curmudgeon,old age, oh the guilt, blandest ain't it a shame, heart breaker, Mrs Butterworth, clean up before she comes, opinion, spank thru, Anorexorcist, help me I'm hungry, if you must, pen cap chew, white lace and strange, raunchola, dont want it all, grey goose, they hung him on a cross, token eastern song, even in his youth, the money will roll right in, D-7, pay to play, verse chorus verse,

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Im afraid of dead spiders but not live spiders I have no Idea whats wrong with me

I am in orchestra I play cello (honestly double bass kinda looks cooler)

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I am not suicidal I'm just dumb and accidentally make it seem like that 🥺💧🥲

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I luv Melanie Martinez 😍😍 (not more than Kurt Cobain tho) LOOK AT HERE (she's getting cancelled:( //

Also I like Conan gray!!

I've heard every nirvana song and started listening to at 6

My hobbies are:

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Listening to music

Drawing

Outdoors

Singing

Playing guitar, piano, cello

Writing

Learning new things

Being with my friends/then locking myself bc I'm most likely tired (not locking a door)

Play games

Go for long car rides

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Fav songs! ↓↓↓

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★Fav Animal★

SHARKIEE

Dik-Dik (majestic you should really look it up)

Fennec Fox

Flying Dwarf Japanese Squirrel

Sand Cat

❀✿❀➳❀✿❀➳❀✿❀➳❀✿❀➳❀✿❀➳❀✿One of my favorite FAVORITE things about

Sharks

Friend

Girlfriend

Boyfriend

Best friend

Shark

SHARK HAS NO END!!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYYAAYAYAYYAAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA

And another fun fact

Sharks can hear music! They have inner ear canals and can hear sounds waves which means they listen to music better than us

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Anyways

[rjwukong]

Comfort Crowd

The six eared macaque was alone, always has been. Ever since His revival, ever since He helped Mk defeat the lady bone demon.. He was alone. No longer had chains to pull Him down, to make him panic and do things He never once wanted to do. So He roamed the mortal realm in search for something interesting to do. He roamed the city first, He didn't have that chance when the lady bone demon had His tail in a twist, so He decided to do just that. Putting on a glamour and stealing a cheese tea from a vendor and walking away swiftly, He suddenly bumped into someone, spilling his cheese tea a little, He groaned, looking at who He seemed to bump into. Seeing Your frame made Him raise His brow, You were.. interesting, timid, too. "I'm sorry!- I didn't see you, oh my goodness I'm so sorry" You took out some wipes from your bag, wiping the cheese tea on His scarf He cringed at that, pushing You gently "hey, its okay" He grabbed the wipes from Your hand gently, grazing Your fingers for a second.. wow, weren't You just soft. He wiped the cheese tea off His scarf, He smiled gently at you. You apologized yet again, His ear twitched. "as I've said, its fine..Mx..?" You soon said Your name, His ear twitched at Your finger picking. He smiled yet again "well, Mx.L/N, I should be the one saying sorry to You, I was the one who bumped into You first" You shook your head "no, no, its fine, we both couldn't have seen it coming haha..ha.." Awkward silence filled You two, until You spoke again "well.. I should be going now" you smiled at him He rose his brow at Your smile, the way Your lips curled perfectly and the way it complimented the rest of Your features made Him interested He smiled back "alright then, Mx. L/N, see You around" He moved first, moving away from You as You did the same. That was nice, having to talk to a human without them being afraid. A few days have passed and He found himself stalking you. He didn't know why, He just did after a few days of not having anything to do. If you're wondering how He knows where you live then it was easy, really. He just listened to your voice. He knows it's weird to remember your voice after just a short conversation, but what can he do? He just remember's your voice. He saw you listen to some calm music and would sometimes listen with you, through a window, on your roof. He also loved how it was in a low volume, He appreciated it. Soon enough, He built up enough courage to encounter you face to face again. You were sitting on a bench, enjoying a book before He at next to you "oh hey, Mx. L/N, was it?" Your head shot up to the sound of his voice You squinted and blinked for a second before smiling "oh, its you, hello cheese tea man" He cringed at that "call me Charlie" You tilted your head "Charlie? sounds western" He seemed to unconsciously follow your movements, tilting his head too "The other half of my family are western" He shrugged, and you giggled. he rose his brow "whats so funny?" he smiled and you looked at him "my family is western too.." you then covered your mouth "but i don't think charlie is a fitting name for you" His brow twitched, tilting his head to the other side "what do you mean?" you hummed "you don't look like a charlie" he rose his brow again and chuckled "yeah?" you smiled "yeah" and that was the start of a friendship that flourished. You've learned that he wasn't really human, and he was the six eared macaque that you've read in the book journey to the west. You both grew closer over time, eventually inviting each other to your homes(mainly yours since his place was just a dojo) Every now and then you'd invite Macaque into your place to watch and hang out, and there was this one time where you were just in your room, laying down with music in the background "The music sounds western, who wrote it?" you smiled, never taking your eyes off your book "just some indie songs, specifically Conan gray"

His ears twitched at the music "Sounds good" he whispered to himself suddenly, comfort crowd started to play and you both were suddenly.. tired, huffing, he laid on the floor, with his hands behind his head and he looked stiff, you frowned "hey, macaque" "hm?" "do you want to lay with me?" He rose his brow and laughed "at least take me on a date first" You threw a pillow at him and laughed "not like that, you perv" you sat up and patted the bed, he stood up and hesitated for a bit, before lying down with you. You ended up liking his warmth and chose to be greedy, cuddling with him now. Macaque was confused on what to feel, but he felt.. nice, it felt nice to have someone this close sometimes. He sighed happily, playing with your hair. Soon enough you fell asleep in his arms. He smiled softly, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. Maybe he didn't need a crowd for comfort, he just needed you.

[taeiris]

What fandoms do you think each of the main 4 boys + el and max would be in if they were in a modern au? (You dont have to come up with a completely different one for each, they can overlap a bit). U r awesome ;)

this is a dangerous question bc im just gonna project now

so mike and lucas are def in the marvel fandom but theyre like two very different fans

lucas would be like me and enjoy the movies but then mike is the type to criticize them a lot esp after endgame bc hes one of THOSE ppl but not in a supee insufferable way dont worry i wont do him that dirty

el and will def like kpop and stan txt and itzy bc i stan txt and itzy and they are me

mike secretly listens to taylor swift

dustin showed will a sleep token song once and he was so in denial abt it but then he went home and now he’s obsessed (bc im literally in my sleep token phase rn AND HE IS ME AGAIN GET USED TO THE PROJECTION)

theyre all in the star wars fandom obviously

el and dustin love disney movies and princesses

i feel like el loves them for the funsies and pretties but also bc she loves women #womenkisser AND dustin likes them bc of the lore like idk he makes it even more dramatic yk? like he knows all the original dark tales and he also is into the conspiracy theories like for example the boat that killed ariels mom was the boat elsa and anna’s parents were in??😭💀

im not in a lot of fandoms so i just. this is all i can do okay

im right

oh they all go to the cinema to watch all marvel movies as they come out bc its like tradition (i do that with my irls when we can)

they eat ice cream and fight over their opinions on them afterwards

el loves wandavision bc i said so

max loves moonknight

OMG MAX would def stan olivia rodrigo and conan gray like if you get it you get it and if you dont i dont wanna hear it honestly

mike has a massive crush on captain america despite being team iron man in civil war

LISTEN. im team stop fighting but i lean into iron mans team idc

dustin and mike fight about it, el joins in and says okay nincompoop (mike wheeler) stfu bc bucky wasnt himself and hes trying to get the other super soldiers!! shes an empath

(if thats not how civil war went i apologize i havent watched it in a while and to be honest it took me like 5 watches to understand what they were fighting abt)

wills fav txt song is cysm and nap of a star

el LOVES the guardians of the galaxy trilogy (she’s just like me)

will has a sudden obsession with antman 2

maxs fav avengers are natasha and vision

this turned into the party and mcu headcanons so im gonna stop now before i keep assigning them everything i like okay goodbye

MAX LOVES ROSALIA

Okay done now

[azaharinflames]

You’re a glee fan so I figured it’s my duty to ask you (if you haven’t already) to give us your headcanon as to what songs each 911 character could have as a solo, and (if you want to) what context is behind it. Or if it’s easier, what duet can you see the 911 couples having

Oh wow, this is an awesome ask!

(small disclaimer because I do not think I am overly good at this lmao, but I can try)

Not something I see them breaking into in the middle of the show, but a song I imagine them fitting / singing and feeling reflected in it.

I will just do it in alphabetical order, I guess. Also, just mains for characters because otherwise my head will maybe explode. And last disclaimer - some songs are very mainstream, but I will try to choose some not as popular songs, for funsies:

Evan Buckley: my sweet, sweet summer child. I think he is the walking embodiment of Matilda, by Harry Styles. Maybe an easy pick here, but my God, I hear it and it's like: this is Buck. It perfectly encapsulates what he is and his journey to come to the 118, and it is such a soft song. I am biased because it is one of my favorite songs, but I think it applies haha.

Eddie Diaz: Had a hard time with him.There is this beautiful song that I already apologise for mentioning, because it did make me cry the first time I heard it. But how to grieve, by simon robert french is gorgeous. After his SL this season with Shannon, I do feel this fits him. Even, I can see this applied to Chris as well. (apologies)

Chimney Han: Don't know why, but I cannot help but think of Everybody Wants to Rule the World, by Tears for Fears. The song just screams Chimney (to me) and also, I totally can see himself singing this and killing it.

Maddie Han: maybe it is because I've been on a Fleetwood Mac kick lately, but I would choose Landslide for Maddie. I think the lyrics do fit her very well, and honestly, I think the song would fit JHL's voice beautifully.

Bobby Nash: Wave After Wave, by Sleeping at Last, comes to mind rn. Very introspective, I do think of Bobby if I listen to it.

Athena Grant-Nash: I am unable to think of a more fitting song than Rise Up, by Andra Day. What can I say, the begins episode really nailed it. Like, that is Athena's song. And if I ever heard her singing it I'd be a puddle of tears.

Hen Wilson: I can see her singing Under Pressure around the time of 602 (I may misremember, but maybe it was actually used in the ep?). Other than that, top of my head she by dodie makes me think of her, but I don't know if she would sign it.

I haven't done recurring because this took me long enough lol, but for couples (I am only doing canon, sorry, if I start with friendships and families I won't ever end, and this is long enough already). Alphabetical order:

Bathena: Lowkey The Lighthouse Keeper, by Sam Smith. I think they were each other's saving grace, and have kept being so during their whole relationship. Also side note I have seen in some places this is a Christmas song? I hear it outside of Christmas, so if it is let's ignore it (thanks!).

BuckTommy: I am going to say Tireswing Song by Corrina. I am trying not to go too mainstream here. I do think it speaks well of the hope of a promising new relationship.

Henren: Don't know why, but Would that I by Hozier, maybe. Do I see them singing it? Perhaps not. But the reverential tone of it - very much reminds me of Henren.

Madney: I am trying to go for sort-of unknown songs with this one. I think Ophelia by Roo Panes fits them well. It is a soft song that speaks on how they see hope in each other. Don't know if I am way too off-base, but it reminds me of them.

And to add:

Buckley Siblings: Lastly, I am sorry, I cannot help myself, they are my favorite TV siblings. Also, I have multiple options haha. I always think of The Exit by Conan Gray as their song, ever since I saw an edit of them using it. It fits insanely well. Also everything I wanted by Billie Eilish. She did write it with her brother in mind, and I can't help but thinking of the Buckley siblings for that. Birds of a Feather lowkey makes me think of them as well.

I had a lot of fun with this ask haha and I did warn you I am not overly good at this, but here is my attempt at it! Also I do tend to go for softer songs, which I think might be a bit evident by now haha. Oops.

[itrustmydiscoverweekly]

goddamn I see why the queers(tm) like this girl from Missouri

⭐⭐⭐⭐(4 out of 5 stars)

This week I listened to Chappell Roan's album "The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess" and I think this counts as midwest emo because she is from the midwest and many of these songs are quite emotional/j.

I will be keeping this week's post quite short because I forgot to write this and now it is late Monday and here we are... "After Midnight"...

...yeah I apologize for that one...

One funny thing listening to this album was that I realized that I already knew all of the songs just by the people I follow online and my irls.

I do think this will be staying in my consistent rotation, I guess I like pop music...

Anyways, opinion time! (as always, not opinion order, just album order)

"After Midnight" is a fun song I found the chorus very catchy it's a gay song (shocking). Chappell Roan just has incredible vocals on catchy beats, the songs work amazingly, and there is lots of fun vocal layering toward the end of this song. It is early on in the album and follows two very quirky songs so it feels more agreeable (not saying "Femininomenon" and "Red Wine Supernova" are bad AT ALL).

"Pink Pony Club" what a beautiful song, the opening with the raw vocals and just the piano; augh. Beautiful. Very catchy, I can't even imagine seeing this live. I will say, although I know it is not, this song feels like transgender allegory/pos. I also relate a lot to the whole disapproving mother. relatable in the best way. The guitar is also amazing on this song, it just adds such a great layer to the song.

"California" what a beautiful ballad for her hometown. I feel this a lot since I've grown up moving a lot, missing seasons, missing where you're from is painful. And also I'm from the Midwest, I'm obligated to hate CA/hj. I love the muted trumpet on this song, it compliments her voice amazingly. In my mind, this song ends the album emotionally while "Guilty Pleasure" stands as an encore. Both sum up the album beautifully, I love a proper ballad though.

Honorable Mentions!!! 🥳🥳🥳

"Red Wine Supernova", this song grew on me, I LOVE the final chorus, that is how you use vocals, mwah, amazing

"Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl" I think this is just fun storytelling and is a catchy song

"HOT TO GO!"... I mean... it's the tiktok song... Lots of fun!

"Guilty Pleasure" great ending to the album, gorgeous vocals and? yodeling? still fun. Really fun final chorus, great way to end an album. I also might be dumb when it comes to pop music but this one does remind me a lot of Conan Gray...

[marieshyperf1xations]

Thank you for the (double) tag @lestappenforever and @f1writingbyme 🫶

Last song I listened to: Affluenza - Conan Gray

Favourite colour: Depends. I have a lot of light blue/turquoise in my flat though, so I guess that? And I’m biased, but the McLaren papaya is objectively gorgeous

Currently watching: Good Omens season 2

Sweet/savoury/spicy: pretty torn on whether I prefer sweet or savoury actually. Awfully low spice tolerance though, not to be a stereotypical European here

Current obsession: Does F1 count? I feel I’m still so new to the whole thing it counts. Other than that Good Omens, I’m planning to buy the book to fill the time until season 3. And kinda obsessed with a little idea @blueberry-obsessed and I have been throwing around recently but shh

Last thing I googled: Red Cross blood donation events near me

Tagging @blueberry-obsessed @ayrsontenna @sainz5516 and anyone else who wants to do this!

(apologies if you’ve already been tagged^^)

[iveb33nthe4rcher]

✨ Introduction post ✨

(because who can do without one) (also this is very long so i apologize in advance)

So. Hi.

This is my very dry introduction bc idk how to write to save my life-

Hi! I'm archer. It's not my real name, just a nickname i sometimes use online. I'm european, a minor and use she/her pronouns. I am bisexual/biromantic, asexual and aromantic as well. I am an istp! Hi again lol

✨ INTERESTS ✨

My top 5 hobbies are listening to music, watching cartoons/anime, reading books, playing my favorite mobile games and writing my own stories.

Favorite music artists: Taylor swift, melanie martinez, conan gray, marina, hazbin hotel ost (i meannn can you blame me)

Cartoons/anime watched: Rwby, the owl house, amphibia, the amazing digital circus, gravity falls, dead end paranormal park, scott pilgrim takes off, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, sk8 the infinity, hazbin hotel, saiki k / Currently watching: Voltron / Want to watch: The promised neverland, tokyo ghoul, bungou stray dogs, haikyuu, my hero academia, yuri on ice

Favorite books/book series: Riordanverse (percy jackson/heroes of olympus/trials of apollo/magnus chase), osemanverse (heartstopper/every other book), the song of achilles, a good girl's guide to murder trilogy (read first book)

Favorite mobile games: Mobile legends, project sekai / Want to play: Genshin impact (but no storage lol)

WIPs: None at the moment but i do have 3 ideas for books

✨ OTHER RANDOM STUFF ✨

I am a ravenclaw (dumbest one to be born in the last 15 years)

I am a child of apollo (but moon/star coded)

I am an introvert ☺ But more comfortable w/ online conversations

I kin a LOT of characters 💀 I'm not even gonna start

I am from the balkans! Greece, to be exact

I have a sense of humor that allows me to joke abt a lot of things. For example if something happens to me i'm gonna joke abt it

MOST IMPORTANTLY: I am a very sensitive person. I take everything (and by that i mean everything) seriously. So please don't go around insulting me then say "it was a joke". It WILL be unsuccesful. I've had enough of those already.

SOOOOOO, yeah that was it! Thanks for sticking around to read this lovely piece of crap that i wrote on my pc while i should be in bed bc it's a school day and i'm *gasp* a minor :) BAIIIIIII

[wokaremocy]

I don't know if you accept music suggestions for the furryduo/forestduo playlist but these songs remind me a lot of them! (oh by the way I recommend sesing the lyrics with a translation-)

Rosa Pastel - BelaNova

Até Que Durou - Canal do Pericão

Sol e Lua - Pequeno Cidadão

Na sua estante - Pitty

Two Slow Dancers - Mitski

Astronomy - Conan Gray

Tiroteo!- Marc Segui

Si Prés (So Close)- Disney Enchanted Ost (i feel like this one is q!Aypirre singing)

Saturno - Pablo Alborán

Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

This Modern Love - Bloc Party

Você não me Ensinou a Te Esquecer - Caetano Veloso

Evermore (french versio) - The beauty and the beast

Satellite - Guster

Bugambilia - Nasa Histoires

Tais-Toi mon coeur - Dionysos

Squaring Up - Sir Chloe

Valentino - Olly Alexander

Le Monarque des Indes - Pierre Lapointe

Strange and Beautiful - Aqualung

The ultimate wizard breakup song - Plinko ( i mean this one its a baldur gate 3 fansong nut i feel like it fits with them)

🐢 anon

(sorry for the late reply i been very busy this week q_q) yes i am very glad to accept any song suggestions, feel free to send me anything you like :D and omg anon you have such good taste, some of them i liked are already in the playlist, and other songs i need to listen two or three time to feel it, also my apology if im not add every songs