#if will was out and proud at school you could say it's unrealistic

[maddy-ferguson]

the "so what if gay people in stranger things isn't realistic there's also monsters in the show" thing doesn't even get a chuckle out of me because gay people in the 80s isn't as outlandish as this comparison makes it out to be

[lavenderlacedquill]

can you do a daughter reader x will?? i think all of us could need it 😭😭😭

˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ 𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

Pairing: Will Graham x Reader

This request has prompted a conversation not just about Will with a daughter (though I do see him as a girl dad) but him as a father in general. Let’s get into that. (when i say “you” it is referring to a partner!reader)

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It goes without saying that Will has a desire for a family. That is a theme that comes up in the show on more than one occasion, and each time that possibility of being a father figure was taken from him. In the context of a relationship , if you want kids he would 100% be on board.

His own, seemingly, absent relationship with his own parents would push him to do the opposite for his own. He would be at all the sports games, dance recitals, art shows, school ceremonies, the whole lot. There wouldn’t be a single missed moment with him. He loves his work, but that would begin to take the back burner as you grow your family with him and as your child/children grow up.

He would be an honest dad. When his kids are struggling, he wouldn’t sugarcoat things or immediately try to fix them. That’s unrealistic. He knows his children are individuals, that learning to deal with hardships is a part of development, so he wouldn’t step in and shield them from that kind of struggle. This doesn’t mean that he wouldn't be right there beside them though, because he would be. They've just had their first breakup? He will be there with tissues, hugs, and comfort meals. They're really struggling in a class? He's helping them make flash cards and quizzing them on the ride to school (you bet he's in that parent drop off line), and so on.

His job and experience in the field, specifically seeing children subjected to really bad circumstances (Abigail heavy on his mind after having his own family), would push Will to be on the protective side. He’ll want a call when his kid gets to their friend's house, wants to know about when they’ll be home from a night out, but nothing too crazy. He’s careful, but not overbearing in any way.

He’ll let his child/children express themselves how they see fit. Makeup, clothes, haircuts and color, whatever makes them happy will make him happy. He will do his best to learn their style so when he sees something they may like, he can pick it up for them.

I cannot stress enough just how supportive he would be as a dad. Whatever his kids would like to do with their lives, he will be with them each step of the way, offering assistance if they want and leaving them be if they don’t. He would be so proud of each accomplishment, no matter how big or small, always ready to celebrate each win.

With you, as your family changes and grows, he will make sure to not lose sight of your own relationship. He makes time for date nights, still brings you flowers, small just because gifts, and engages in your intimate relationship with such care. He would grow more in love with you by the day, his gratitude for you and your family present in everything he does.

Will would be an amazing dad. No question about it.

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The gif I used is from a set made by the lovely @loveyoulater!

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[dekusleftsock]

SOOOOO…. EVERYONES TALKING ABOUT HOW TOGA SHOULD HAVE A THIRD OPTION IN THIS SCENARIO THAT ISNT IMPRISONMENT OR DEATH…

SO LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THE POSSIBLE OUTCOME OF “SUPERVISED BY UA STAFF” WHERE SHE GOES TO SCHOOL WITH THE REST OF CLASS 1-A

I really thought that this was being a tad unrealistic, even when I first started thinking about it. But with toga refusing to be imprisoned and taking death in Ochakos arms as a sacrifice, I can’t help but wonder that if (when, lets be honest here this is another fake out lol) toga does survive in some miracle, probably through hawks, what IS an ending in which she isn’t imprisoned? Where is that?

UA BABY! Aoyama was imprisoned there when he was found out to be the spy, toga has REPEATEDLY been in the UA school uniform in tonsssss of official art! Which I talked about a certain specific official art here which was the biggest hint imo that it’s where toga would end up belonging. Will that make parents of UA students angry? The civilians? OTHER UA students, especially non heroics students? Absolutely it will. But that’s the thing, they’re going to be angry but change needs to happen. If toga was under INTENSE supervision and especially Ochako’s supervision then… I think it could work.

Toga and ochako are together, dekus looking away bc he no longer has that much importance to their story, and Aizawa is oddly close. Not yet aware of the situation or what may be in store for him in the future.

But he is their teacher, he is their guide. It’s his job to protect and, most importantly, accept them.

I MEAN, GOD DAMMIT PEOPLE THEYRE IN THE UA DORMS AND ITS ALL IN BLACK, YELLOW, PINK, AND GREEN LIKE THATS LITERALLY JUST OCHAKO, TOGA, AIZAWA, AND DEKU

Plus I’d also probably laugh my ass off at toga play flirting with deku and him getting pissy over it. Or her harassing bakugou and earning an explosion to the face. Her having girls nights with tsu, Ochako, and jirou. Calling out jirou on her crush, bonding with vlad over having blood related quirks, bonding with mina over who likes who in the class, SHE WOULD JUST FIT SO WELL THERE IN MY MIND OKAY. I’ve thought about it a little too much for something that hasn’t really happened.

If I don’t get my final few domestic chapters with toga and the rest of the girls or toga and bakugou/izuku together like. I need it. I ESPECIALLY need her to call out Izuku for being gay for bakugou. I need it.

Maybe I’m asking for too much but. I really want toga to get her happy ending. One where she’s accepted and supported and around people her age! Having FUN with people her age! The LOV will always be part of her past, may even haunt her future career endeavors, and that fucking sucks. But I want 1-A as a unit to be a space for her. I want her to be able to say that she’s proud to have been part of the league, but she’s also proud to be here. Both are parts of her.

She’s just a tired general course student who doesn’t wanna deal with the press ever LMAO

Ochako always makes sure no one bullies/assholes harasses her and makes sure she knows her smile is beautiful and perfect and the cutest in the whole world every day BC ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES.

[mattsturnioloscasket]

“𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓” (Matt Sturniolo)

IN WHICH: Y/N has played volleyball all her life, she was known as an original at this point, due to the fact that she's played for the school since middle school. She was now a senior in high school, which meant college was next year. What happens when at Y/N's last game, there's a college scout looking for new  talent, in the crowd...

(ion play volleyball don't humble me cs ion know shit❤️. this is gonna be really unrealistic to so :p)

Y/N was at practice, putting away the nets with her friend Kylie. Her boyfriend Matt and his brothers had been waiting for her on the bleachers, telling her to take her time.

"Okay, i'm done." She walks toward Matt and his brothers. Y/N waves to Kylie as the other girl picks up her bag and leaves.

Nick nods "Good, Good, so are we gonna head to our hou-" Nick was cut off by Y/N's coach yelling her name. She turns around.

"Yeah, Coach?" "At tomorrow's game there's going to be a college scout from Stanford, coming to watch you play. You better bust your ass tomorrow if you want to impress him." Y/N nods, blinking while being taken back by coaches words. Coach walks away as Matt runs to his girlfriend.

He picks her up off her feet, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm so proud of you!" Y/N nods, hugging him back. Matt puts her down so his brothers. oils congratulate her.

"Im so happy for you! Now can you hurry the fuck up i need pepsi." Chris says. She nods, picking up her volleyball and walking away with her best friends.

Matt pushes Y/N on the bed, hovering over her, while kissing her. Y/N sighs into the kiss, not kissing back. Matt pulls away.

"You good?" Y/N shakes her head. Matt sits up, reaching a hand out for her to grab to help her sit up.

"What's wrong?" Asks Matt, concern in his voice. She sighs.

"What if I don't impress this scout tomorrow?" Matt shakes his head in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? You're so good at volleyball, why would you think that?"

"I-I don't know. There's just so many other girls who're better than me on the team. And we're facing the number 1 team in Boston!" Matt shakes his head.

"You're going to do great! You're gonna have me, Chris, and Nick cheering you on." Y/N nods.

"O-okay. You’re right."

"Exactly. Do you wanna watch a movie?" Y/N shakes her head.

"I've gotta get home and get ready for the game tomorrow." Matt nods, understanding.

"Oh okay! Let me drive you home." Matt stands up, slipping on his sneakers. Y/N nods, also slipping on her shoes and walking out the door.

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It was now THE game and Y/N was dreading it. She was terrified to say the least.

The other team looked terrifying to her, but she felt herself calm down at bit at her boyfriends cheers.

Matt had made sure to get seats up front with his brothers, he wanted his girl to hear his cheers, and so he could see the game better.

If it weren't for Nick, Matt would've worn a shirt with Y/N face on it, and acted like a complete fangirl. Nobody wanted him to embarrass her like that. Well Chris did.

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The whistle blew, signaling that the game started. Y/N was the first server.

"Let's go Y/N!" Yells Matt. She flashes him a smile, throwing it up in the air, and jump serving it over the net. The other team fails to hit it, as it falls to the ground. Matt stands up screaming.

"YEAH Y/N! ATTA GIRL!" Nick claws him down, explaining to him how he was embarrassing her. Y/N and her team cheer, yelling ‘ACE’.

She notices an opponent on the other team giving her a nasty look, but she ignores it, figuring they were just mad, and focusing on the game.

Y/N serves again, hitting it over the net. The other team hits it back, so she calls it and runs for it. She dives to the ground, almost hitting it, but she misses.

Y/N groans, standing up. Matt stands up, screaming. "Hey! It's okay you've got it babe!"

Chris stands up also, grabbing Matt by his shoulders and pushing him down, sitting next to him and rubbing his shoulders.

Y/N sighs, laughing at her boyfriend. The same opponent laughs again, mocking Y/N with her friend.

"God girls who can't play are so embarrassing." The girls say loudly, clearly wanting Y/N to hear.

Y/N always speaks up for herself, she's not scared of anyone. She shakes her head, walking towards the net.

"Do you guys have something to say?" The girls stay quiet.

"Cause if you do you can come address it to me." Matt shakes his head, wondering what his girlfriend was doing. He couldn't hear well due to the cheers.

"God, actual trash." Laugh the girls. Y/N shakes her head, breathing out a laugh.

She walks around the net, toward the girls. Also ignoring coach and the refs begs to stop.

"Look, watch the way you girls talk to me. I don't know how the girls are at your school, but here we speak up for ourselves"

The girls laugh, changing positions, one of the girls shoulders, purposely bumping into Y/N's. She sighs, knowing what this was going to lead to.

Y/N tackles one of the girls to the ground, hitting her repeatedly. The triplets stand up from the bleachers.

"Holy shit." Laughs Chris.

"What the fuck?" Matt mumbles to himself, watching his girlfriends every move to make sure she wasn’t getting hurt.

Sure enough, she wasn’t. The girl was all talk and really couldn’t fight.

Y/N continues to punch the girl, not caring about the crowd booing her.

The ref runs over, managing to pull her off.

"L/N, you’re on the bench!" Yells coach, in front of everyone.

Y/N groans, tears of anger forming.

She runs out into the hallway, abandoning the game.

Matt walks off the bleachers, running after his girlfriend.

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Y/N sits on the ground in the hallway, putting her face in her hands. Matt runs in.

"Hey-Hey let me see." He attempts to take her hands off her face but she won't take them off.

"Baby, let me see" Y/N takes her hands off her face, showing him her hands.

"Just a couple bruises, you’ll be fine What happened N/N?" Y/N shakes her head, not wanting to speak.

"I-I just.." Y/N bursts into tears. Matt ticks, pulling her into his chest and rubbing her back.

"Talk to me love."

"I-I dunno i'm just so stressed with this college scout, my grades, youtube, I-I just don't know what to do anymore!" Y/N cries harder into his chest. Matt could feel himself tear up, he never knew she was feeling this way.

"Oh, baby, i'm so sorry." He pulls her away from his chest wiping her tears.

"Look i don't know what went on out there, but you can't let one stupid fight ruin this for you. I mean you have a fucking college scout waiting for you out there!" Y/N slightly giggles.

"They’re a bunch of nobodies! You’re letting those two girls get to you instead of blocking them out like they don’t exist. So wipe your tears, and get out there. you can't let two girls from whatever school come into your school and make your cry like this.” Matt was technically right. He stands up, holding a hand out for Y/N.

“Do i look like shit?” Matt laughs.

“You’re beautiful, my love, always and forever.” He pecks her lips, leading her back into the gym.

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^^^^^ live laugh love nick‼️. BUT LIKE MY POOKIE BABY MATTYYY😓😓😓😓

[moriitis]

BloodLust. Ticci Toby x Fem Reader.

Chapter One. MINORS DNI 18+

TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD! [Y/N] -> Your Name. | Word count : 5185

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You never really gave it much thought as to how you would die. You knew it would be one day. Old age perhaps, in a care home surrounded by the people that loved you, a family you had created, who sobbed and grieved the loss of such a woman as yourself. Nobody really thinks about the way they would die, life too wrapped up to even consider it. But as your head bled profoundly, making it harder and harder to even think, the warmth of the red liquid draining your very body, it was starting to become a reminder that maybe your death wouldn't be as peaceful as you had imagined, maybe then you wouldn't be laying on the floor thinking about the ultimate end in the first place. Who thinks about death last minute other than a dying person, right? Because this is what you had planned on what was such a peaceful Wednesday night.

It all started with headaches, nosebleeds, memory loss and soon enough, you could only put the blame on your crippling mental health. You went to countless doctor appointments, complaining about each symptom and their only response was to drug you up on whatever pill they had on hand. With the fear that maybe in reality, you were spiralling, you followed orders and downed a handful of each separate pill from each separate bottle until you found yourself most nights knocked out on the couch.

'I'm going to get better, this was just the start.' Is what you told yourself when you began to notice things in the corner of your eyes, when you felt an uneasy feeling of someone watching you and now you were arranging appointments for better security systems inside your home. But when was it going to get better, when the letters began appearing under your door? Love notes of someone confessing themselves to you or when they would send you pictures of you inside your own home, asleep or even getting dressed. You see, feeling better wasn't something that you could convince yourself so easily because the stress of it all snapped and got you. Losing weight was another step, then you could've sworn your hair was falling out and one night, you found yourself in the hall of your apartment complex, having no memory of it at all.

And now you were here, on your wooden floor, dying and desperately trying to fix your blurred vision in an attempt to call for some kind of help. You didn't fall, no, you couldn't have, because you felt the weight of something smack you around the head before you could even collapse.

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"I'm dropping out of school." The table around you suddenly grew quiet, your father's lips were pursed like he wanted to say something but before he even could, your mom was already throwing her cutlery down onto her plate. "You're what?" She said and before she could even give you a chance to explain yourself, she was off. "What? What do you mean? You were doing better? Your therapist told us! Everything changed, what happened?! What do you mean dropping out?! You devoted your life to this." "My therapist told you..?" you mumbled softly, letting your gaze drop to your plate. The food was barely touched, the chicken had been picked at from the nerves of even letting this conversation arise and you'd drank at least three full glasses of water before you could bring up this very topic.

Admittedly, you knew medical school wasn't going to work out, it was too much stress load on your shoulders and you desperately needed a more stable job to push through actually paying your rent on time. Med school was unrealistic and simply put, you gave up.

"You can't drop out! You put so much of yourself out there for this, we were so proud of you-" "You were? So what, I drop out and now I'm nothing of a deadbeat daughter, right?" This happened way too regularly, you went round your parents house for dinner and one way or another, you'd wound up in an argument about some useless shit that more than likely would be forgotten about by tomorrow. "Now you know, that is not what I meant," your mom spoke in a stern voice and with your dad now awkwardly in the middle, he slowly poked his chicken breast with his fork as he listened in to what was unfolding around him. "I need some time to myself, I need to go back to therapy, ideally a therapist that doesn't hand out private information to their clients parents." With that, you took one mouthful of chicken and chewed momentarily before standing and grabbing your jacket that hung on the back of your chair. Your mom followed suit in standing, your dad just about but by the time he actually stood you were already by the door with your jacket slipped around one arm and moving to the next. Your mom grabbed your shoulder and pulled you, abruptly holding you hostage for a moment as you turned to face her. Her one soft features had wrinkled given time, her hair had a few strands of odd white ones that she desperately tried to hide with cheap hair dye but no matter what, you could always see it poking through. Seeing your mom growing old was that reminder that life wasn't going to stop and wait until you made up your mind about things, about how you wanted to live your life and leaving med school seemed like a better idea in your head when you thought about it for weeks on end.

"Your therapist spoke to us because you are our daughter, it is our duty as parents," there was a waver in her voice, like an array of emotions were showing through that you couldn't read off her face so well. Being her only daughter, you brought more stress upon this woman than you would've liked too but your relationship with your mom was always a pretty messy one. Hell, one time you refused to speak to each other for a month because of how stubborn you both were. "Bullshit," you spat, your lips wobbled into a frown as your head began to shake, you could hear the way each lie laced her very voice. "You palmed off some money to her, didn't you? I'm not an idiot." And there it was, your mothers silence which could only confirm your guilt. "I'm leaving, see you another time."

As you finished peeling your jacket on, you turned the handle to the door and stepped out into the cold air. Autumn, a couple months prior to your attack. Cold, wet, dreary, the best weather in your opinion. As you walked down the porch steps of your mom's house, the security light switched on as it alerted your presence and there, just out front you could see your car. It was a scrap of metal, nothing amazing, nothing expensive but it worked and really, that was all you needed. You could feel the eyes of your mom lingering on your very being as you got into the car and slammed the door shut. Truth be told, if she wasn't standing at the door watching you as intently as she was now, you would've probably been punching your steering wheel for even allowing yourself into this very position in the first place. Glancing over at your mom, your heart throbbed for a moment and you sucked in a steady breath before giving her a gentle wave, pushing the key into the ignition and letting your crappy car roar to life. That was something you never did, leave on bad terms. Fuck, mom could've dropped dead tomorrow and the last time you spoke to her was about some petty argument.

The drive back to your apartment was slow, you could've sworn luck was not on your side tonight because you were hitting every damned red light imaginable along the way. Just as your pulled up at the parking of your apartment block, a light drizzle of rain started and that was enough to tell you already that you should hit the hay and call it a day. Stepping up the stairs of the building block, you turned and headed toward the direction of your door. Considering you were short of money already, the apartment block wasn't a great one. The neighbours were loud, the carpet of the halls felt sticky every time you stepped on it and your mail would always end up disappearing or ending up in someone's else's mailbox. It was whatever though, right? You had an apartment, a tv, bed and the basic needs like a toilet and shower. What it was. If you could get some work, all you needed was to put some money aside in your savings to hopefully find somewhere better.

Fumbling with the keys in hand, you found the right one and lifted it to push it inside the lock of your door before the sound of anther door opening on your right caught your attention. Anne. She was probably the only neighbour you liked, she was kind and sweet, the occasional arguing you could hear in her apartment was questionable but really, you never found yourself asking her about it because it was her business what happened behind her apartment door. "Hey," she called out and immediately you turned to her, giving a soft brief smile. You were not in the mood for a chat and Anne didn't seem like she was in the best spot either. There were bags under her eyes and she seemed exhausted. "Hi," you replied, short and quick, hoping that maybe she'd get the hint you weren't in much of a talkative mood. "Got something for you." That raised enough interest from you and your head perked up a little, a brow raised in a questioning manner. Before you could give a soft hum, she disappear momentarily like she was fishing for something behind her door and soon she reappeared. It was an envelope, a brown one exact and it looked like your name was written pretty poorly on it, like a child had done it. "What's this?" you found yourself asking as you reached out to take it from her hand. Anne gave a shrug. "Dunno, was in your letter box. Thought I'd save you the effort of looking. Don't worry, I didn't open it, just wanted to hold onto it for you." A kind enough gesture, sure, but did she really have to go through your mail box? Seriously, your mail boxes need keys and locks or something to prevent this from happening. Maybe Anne was just trying to be neighbourly, sure. With a soft smile, you held it up and approached back to your door before pushing it open with your foot. "Thanks, Anne."

Flicking the lights on and pulling the keys out the lock of the door, you used your back to close it behind you and immediately your interest was diverted to that brown envelope. Who the fuck was sending you mail? With no return address either? Not only that, it looked like a kid had written your name on the front. There was slight hesitation as you flipped it around to open it, like a sort of feeling you get when there's paranoia of impending doom. Before you could let your mind ponder on it for any longer, you decided to rip it open and pull out the contents. It was a white letter, folded and as you began to pull it from the envelope itself, you could see what looked like sharpie marks that had bled through the white paper. Narrowing your eyes for a moment, your heart was thumping. Why? Why were you so scared?

'Don't be so angry at your mom.' The letter wrote, the same, sloppy handwriting that was written on the envelope to begin with and now your heart was really pounding. This was recent, too recent, like half an hour recent, surely? You just left your moms house, there was no way you saw anybody near your moms house and how did they know you were pissed at her? Questions flood your mind in a state of panic and now you felt your heart in your ass. Flipping the paper, frantically to look for more answers, you were left in the dark. Why were your hands trembling? Dropping the letter on the small table by the door, you swung it open and immediately began marching to Annes door. She had to have been connected to this, she took your mail to begin with. This all wasn't making sense as your fist began to pound frantically against the wood of her door. There was a beat of nothing, your foot tapping impatiently before you began to hound her door again. The fifth knock and suddenly the door swung open. Not all the way so you could look inside her apartment, just a fraction so her head and face were just about visible and squished between the door itself and the wall next to her.

"Holy, you okay? Knocking pretty-" You cut her off, there was no time for blatant chit chat. "That letter. Who gave it to you?" you were talking so fast that it felt like your words were slurring and your cheeks felt red, like the sheer panic was hitting you harder than you could've imagined. Was it really this big of a deal? Were you overreacting? Before your mind could blurt out more questions at Anne's face, your noticed her nose bleeding and suddenly you felt like an asshole for not noticing it sooner. "Holy shit, your nose, you're bleeding." Anne lifted a finger quickly to touch her upper lip before taking a glance at her finger, like she was suspicious to even believe you. "Yeah, it happens a lot." Anne forced a smile, a smile you could so plainly see through and before you could begin hounding her with questions again, her face disappeared and you found the door closing on you. Shoving a foot between the door, it stopped abruptly before Anne's face reappeared. She looked desperate, a look that almost screamed like she needed help and yet, you were so oblivious to notice. "Anne," you urged, the desperation laced your voice and she didn't hesitate to notice the state that you were in but it wasn't like she reacted in any way, that same, eery smile was plastered across her face. "That letter, where did it come from?" Anne's lip trembled, like she was about to burst into tears and she quickly shook her head. "I'm sorry," she spoke in a hushed whisper, like people were listening to her and she was frantically looking up and down the hall in a paranoid manner. "I had to, I had to, otherwise they wouldn't leave me alone, I had no choice, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Your face contorted into one of confusion, everything she was saying made no sense, neither her mannerisms and how she was reacting. Your eyes were searching for a hopeless answer and quickly, Anne used her own foot to push yours out from her door and there your answer remained, with the door slammed shut in your face, leaving you to stare at the designs of the wood, speechless and lost.

Raising a hand, you ran it through your hair and felt the tremble. You knew this place was weird, but what the fuck was that? You hesitated, almost wanting to knock again and demand answers but now your brain was running through the words she spoke, desperately searching for a clue, an answer. Little did you know, it had already ended for Anne. She was only passing this problem onto you and it all started with that brown envelope.

Weeks passed and then months, nobody had heard from Anne. The sound of her tv which was heard through your paper thin walls of the apartment was now silent, the soft arguing that sometimes broke out was now naught and you couldn't help but think back on that night where you hounded her for questions. The hopeless apologies she gave you, the desperation in her voice and the way her nose started to bleed almost out of nowhere. A part of you couldn't help but feel it was your fault, for almost harassing her over what seemed like nothing now. Sure, the letter was creepy but it actually didn't feel like that big of an issue in the long run. You hadn't received anymore letters and you had just about managed to convince yourself it was nothing but a prank.

Your worries for Anne only increased when each time you left your apartment, there was a smell that lingered and burned at your nostrils. It was foul. putrid, enough to make you want to heave and each time, you had to pull your shirt up and over your nose to try and block out the smell. Maybe it was a plumbing issue, which wouldn't be a surprise considering this place was a shit hole but the smell lasted for weeks, to the point where your concerns and worries for Anne only increased. It had been almost two months now and as you laid in bed, the smell was drifting almost under your door and hitting you in the face. It was a smell you couldn't even pinpoint, a smell that made you shiver. The only way you could really describe it was like rotting garbage except there was a hint of fruity, rotting undertones. Had the animals gotten at the garbage outside? No, that smell had to be lingering from Anne's apartment and another week of this shit, you were gonna call quits. Pushing the covers off your torso, you slid your feet off the bed and reached out for your phone. It was on the bedside cabinet and the bright light of the screen as you unlocked it hit your tired eyes harder than imagined. You opened up the dial pad and let your fingers hit 911. You hesitated, your gaze glossing over at the time at the top of your phone. It was late and if Anne was okay, this would be a pretty shitty wake up call for her. Your gut was telling you otherwise and soon enough, you found yourself on the phone reporting the crime.

Crime. Your mind was wandering now as they call responder was speaking but it was falling upon deaf ears. Was this a crime? You bit your lip and found yourself hanging up shortly after they confirmed that officers were on your way. Going back to sleep now would be a shitty thing to do and you were wide awake, so you picked up a crappy shirt that had holes and bleach marks scattered across it before slipping it on and over your frame. You took a moment to rub the sleep from your eyes before emerging from your room, taking in the surroundings of what your apartment looked like before heading to grab a glass of water. The water was short lived, you felt so sick at the smell that you could find yourself tasting it with each sip you took so decided to settle with leaving it on the kitchen counter. As you leant against the counter of the kitchen, something caught your attention. Right there, on the coffee table that sat in your living room was that brown envelope. You froze for a moment. You threw that shit out, you were certain of it and now it was sat in your living room? Cautiously, you flicked on the lights to illuminate the living area before stepping over to the coffee table. The brown wrapping of the envelope was pristine, like it had never been torn and you reached down to pick it up and flip it over. It had been torn and upon pulling out the contents, it was the same letter you have received the night you confronted Anne about it. Now you felt a little crazy, why was it here? You hadn't seen it in months and now it turns up again, a little reminder that it happened and that you shouldn't forget about it.

There was a soft knock on your door and you felt your frame jump at the noise, quickly and almost carelessly dropping the envelope down onto the counter before approaching the door to open it. Two officers stood, tall and a little damp from what you assumed was from the light rainfall that was pattering against your window. The first officer that was closest to the door had almost buzzcut hair, a light shade of brown and his partner behind him had more longer hair but tied into a bun. They already seemed repulsed by the smell and it was a relief almost that you weren't the only one who noticed it. "Evening, ma'am," the officer who stood closer to the door spoke and you gave a small nod to acknowledge them. "Next door, you smell it too, I can tell by your face. Look, I don't know, maybe a welfare check or something?" you felt a small urge like plea in your voice, like you actually cared about Anne despite your not so frequent interactions with one another. The officer gave a nod, turning to look at the direction of where Anne's door was. "Know much about her?" the officer with the man bun spoke now and you felt yourself awkwardly fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt. "Her names Anne, she's probably like.. late twenties I think? We don't speak much," you paused, there was hesitation and the officers took note of that. The envelope, what she said to you, you pursed your lips and gave a shrug. "That's all I know." The first officer who knocked gave a nod and turned to his partner. "Let's give a knock, no answer and we'll break down the door. That smell.." his voice lingered and his partner spoke up. "Only smelt it once at a suicide." That stuck with you and your jaw clenched. Suicide? Was he saying this smell was.. a dead person?

Unsure on what to do, you watched and listened intently before the officer closest gave you a nod. "We'll take it from here," he said with a reassuring smile before stepping away. You hesitated, not closing the door as you heard them knocking and calling out for her name not far. You felt conflicted, would it be wrong to wait around and take a peek inside her apartment? Turning, you walked back to your room to slip on some shorts and make yourself at least half decent before sliding on some sliders and stepping out from your apartment. You left the door open for now, seeming as you were pretty close and let your arms wrap around your frame in an attempt for some warmth. The first cop withdrew his gun and giving a nod to his partner, his friend did the same and quickly they kicked the door down. The smell was like nothing now the door was open and you found yourself gagging, eyes watering and you had to step away, attempting to wave a hand in front of your face in a desperate attempt for some clean, fresh air. The officers were more than appalled too but they reacted better than you had and began to step inside. Curiosity nagged at you, harder than anything and you found yourself taking slow steps toward the door of her apartment to peek inside.

It was dark and as the first cop tried the light switch, it was evident her power was out. Had she packed up and left? Maybe the smell was just rotting food from her fridge she forgot to clean out? But then you glanced at the side, where the shoe rack was and there was an array of beautiful shoes. From red heels, to grubby sneakers and wedgies that had a little bow on top. A little snippet of Anne's life you never bothered to put interest into. As you edged closer, you could see that now the cops were using flashlights and that was when you saw it. No, not it, Anne. A bloated corpse, her red hair tangled, her arms above her head as she laid on the floor by her coach. It looked like she was leaking body fluids as there was a soft, brown line around her body and only now, it explained the smell more than anything. Throwing your hands up to your mouth, you just couldn't peel your eyes away. There was so much to look at. Maybe it was that she was actually missing facial features, maybe it was the endless and endless amounts of paper that were scattered across her floor, wall and table. Drawings of some kind, etchings, there were writings too but you couldn't make it out and it wasn't until you glanced at the counter in her kitchen, you noticed something too familiar.

A brown envelope, neatly tucked just above the endless amounts of paper and your heart was thumping. You could feel it in your chest, there was a lump in your throat and now suddenly, with the excess of saliva building up in your throat, you were running back to your apartment begging and hoping you would make the toilet in time to throw up. Your throat burned at the acid, your eyes watering as you tried to erase that imagine of Anne in your mind and now the guilt was eating away at you more than you could've imagine. You had to look again, you just had to and now you found yourself wiping your mouth clean and stepping back out your apartment to glance back in. There was no sign of struggle, but who the fuck bludgeoned her face beyond recognition? You peeled your eyes away, a hand pressed to your forehead in disbelief. The first smell you should've called in, you should've knocked and checked before this happened. Her words now were repeating in your mind.

'I had to, otherwise they wouldn't leave me alone. I'm sorry.'

Who was they? Was she murdered? Your forehead grew sweaty and as you found yourself gazing down the hall, your mind an array of questions and 'what ifs,' you saw a door open a couple doors down and it caught your attention. You wouldn't say you were well acquainted with all your neighbours, but you could always point out a new face when you saw one and that was just it. You've been in this apartment complex for at least nearly two years now and you hadn't once noticed this stranger who was emerging from an apartment down the hall. Had you completely missed that he had moved in? Narrowing your eyes, you noticed tuffs of messy brown hair and his same, almost piercing brown eyes glaring back at you. There was something about his eyes, or the way he was looking at you in general that made you feel a pang of anxiety deep in the pit of your stomach and you swallowed back the urge to heave again. "Hey..!" you called out, now wasn't the time for introductions, sure, but you had to at least confide in a neighbour, right? You found yourself approaching and now this guy was at least taller than you, which already made you regret your decision to approach in the first place. As you grew closer, you saw the door quickly coming to a close and you reached your hand out to stop it. "Hey-" you said again, a little softer and friendlier this time before a voice cut you off. "N—.. Not interested, lady-.." You narrowed your eyes, that was pretty rude so you pressed again, not letting that door get shut in your face. "You smelt it too, didn't you? It's not hard to miss-" before you could even finish your sentence, the door swung open and you nearly fell flat before catching yourself with your foot.

The guy inside emerged, tall, maybe just about pushing six foot even and he had brown, messy hair. There were visible bags under his eyes and he was so pale, like he never left his apartment. Your eyes immediately noticed the gauze on the side of his face, covering just the corner of his lip and cheek and you pulled your eyes away to not seem rude. He took a look at you, his jaw clenched and he peered back down the hall. The officers had emerged and it seemed they were calling for some more units on the scene. Your gaze followed momentarily but you quickly looked back at him, it was hard to even catch a peek of what was inside his apartment as everything was dark. Not much of a surprise considering it was late. "Sh— Shame.. isn't it?" he spoke, his voice was husky and you noticed the the way he stammered and occasionally almost ticked as he stood in his doorway. You narrowed your eyes questioningly. "Well, she obviously k-k.. killed herself." His words hurt harder than you imagined. "How do you know-" you were cut off again. "I j-j-just moved in," he seemed pretty bothered by something, you could maybe only assume it was his stammer. Then he clicked and his head twitched, you tried to ignore it. "Toby." There was no handshake and awkwardly, you shuffled in your spot. Pursing your lips, you forced a friendly smile. This was a weird night. "Y/N." Toby finally forced a smile but it didn't seem very inviting, it was the opposite and now you felt a little uneasy. "I should go sleep, work in the morning.." you mumbled. You were unemployed, that was just an excuse to get out of this guys weird fucking aura. "S-S-S-.." he clenched his jaw, clearing his throat. "Sure."

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned and walked back to your apartment. Who the fuck was that guy and why was he giving super weird, creepy vibes? Before you stepped inside your apartment, you glanced at Anne's door and your heart twinged a little. You felt so.. guilty and upset but you could only hope morning would give more answers to the endless questions you were going to plague yourself with. Shooting a glance back up at Toby, he quickly slammed his door shut and you felt that pang of uneasiness again. As you dragged your feet in and shut your own door behind you, taking note to lock it, your eyes slowly creeped back to that envelope. Before you could consider the endless possibilities of how this thing ended back up inside your apartment, you felt something drip down your upper lip and hit your shirt. It was warm and instinctively, you raised a finger to press against your lip.

It was blood.

[mejomonster]

Some of my favorite (recent-ish) Thai bl were:

Bad Buddy: if I'm going to recommend any coming of age romcom college set bl it's this one. The way it uses so many staple tropes in a fresh way, Ohm and Nanon are great actors and really bring a whole other level of energy, the actual conflict in the story is very realistic and heavy and a real topic I think a lot of young adults deal with regarding their families and expectations. So it's mostly romantic comedy, but the heavy moments resonate so that it doesn't really feel unrealistic. It's very high brightness overly kind of fantastical rather than real in presentation and tropes used (quite common in fluff bl like 2gether and My School President and Theory of Love etc), but the chemistry of the leads feels executed very realistically and again the actual delivery of tropes and conflicts feels very grounded in a way. Highly recommended to most peoples tastes tbh (and special mention to My School President, while it was a little Too fluffy for my tastes, it also did a balance of romcom and a grounded heart to the conflicts which I think is part of why it had such big appeal, along with really solid leads that are going to be bringing a lot to any project they work on in the future)

Never Let Me Go: THE action bl as of recently. Gave me everything I could ask, from the leads in The Gifted Graduation bringing their acting game with roles that let them truly show off what they can do, to a high body count of murders and action scenes, mafia sons falling in love with people oh so different from them, a batman esque lead, rich boy falls for poor bodyguard whipping boy trope but also Not quite because the show Really wants to comment on class issues and inequality and makes sure the audience gets the point (a core issue in the relationship is how to be equals given who they are), and a reference to the quote about soulmates that Xena Warrior Princess also uses. It also has Chimon. It's also aesthetically pleasing af. Idk what to tell you, I love when Jojo directs something and this Gave me WAY more than I thought I could get. I'm happy to say that in the post Not Me world we are seeing more action romance bls, not just romcom/fluff ones (though there's always plenty of those too). I personally am eagerly hoping this trend continues and we keep getting at least a few action romance bls a year like this one, Kinnporshe, Manner of Death, Not Me. I've started Laws of Attraction and that's looking similarly promising. (And while I highly recommend Not Me the series, one of my top shows PERIOD... I'm only listing newer shows than that right now).

The Eclipse: this show was exactly what I'd hope it would deliver, and more frankly (because I was hoping for at minimum the Blacklist quality and at max dream hopes The Gifted quality). Well it delivered closer to The Gifted. Politically heavy, really well done in that regard from the overt to the subtle, amazing entire ensemble cast (even the side actors are strong actors that have been in other things), Khaotung and First are both particularly amazing (Khaotung impresses me no matter what role he's given frankly). Aesthetically it's exactly what you'd hope if your hopes like mine were The Gifted but only real evil people no mutants, and explicitly gayer. If you perhaps are willing to have a high school setting, but very much do Not want fluff dominant story and instead a tense mystery with at least half the characters already out and proud queer people (but still some of the cute romance tropes executed a bit less fluffily) then this may be your jam.

Moonlight Chicken: if you'd like multigenerational queer stories, centering on a family slice of life realism piece, this show is <3. The second main pairing is the same actors from My School President and I think they really shine here where the romance relies less on tropes and the dialogue is more realistic so the intensity of scenes really leans on actors. I love their characters in this and they stole the show for me. The first main pairing is messy and adult, with adult problems (like actual ones not just romantic drama: like raising a nephew, running a store, working for a company that's destroying your lovers neighborhood). But also not actually that messy, I'd say in terms of messy it's for the most part wholesome and soft. If you liked 1000 Stars (I did) then this shows realistic slice of life feel will be comfortable and homey, and the amount of skinship in this show is less conservative for even more of a cozy natural feeling.

And the one I'm most anticipating coming out: Only Friends. Khaotung and First lead it, so I'm basically certain the main story will be absolute gold (since I eat up every role they play their acting is just <3 like dude I watched the Shipper for First okay and 5555 Never too Late for Khaotung which was an Amazing show btw). Now.. Only Friends is directed by Jojo (yay for me) and in theory it IS going to be as messy as it looks (and it looks at least as messy as Friendzone). So if Moonlight Chicken is too fluffy and tame for you, then you might want this show on your radar. I think it is slated for August but I'm not sure as I try not to get too hype for things until theyre out so I avoid most news.

[oh-no-another-idea]

15 question OC interview [Paris Edition] 🕑

Thank you for the tags, @autumnalwalker @sleepyowlwrites @pluttskutt @splashinkling @druidx @kittensartswriting and @artdecosupernova-writing (whew!) Now that the votes are in, it’s time to finally fill it out for Paris Carlo!!

Antonio ahems importantly several times, which is blatantly unnecessary as it’s only him and Paris in the room. Paris is fidgeting with the unraveling threads on his tweed jacket sleeve. Antonio holds up his notebook, clears his throat one more time, and says:

Are you named after anyone?

“I don’t know,” Paris answers, looking down. “I’ve never asked, which is funny, now that I think about it. My name is a city, and an ancient prince. It’s just my name, I’ve never needed it to be anything else.”

”Wow,” Antonio says, thinking privately that kind of attitude is rather depressing.

When was the last time you cried?

Paris sighs. "Do I have to answer this?"

"This is a healthy discussion between friends. You have to answer."

"Fine." Paris says. "It was eight years ago at 3:07am March 20th."

Do you have kids?

"Antonio you need to can it with these stupid questions. Do I look like I have kids? I can barely take care of myself."

"But maybe one day?" Antonio can't help but ask hopefully.

Paris shakes his head. "My own father disappeared a long time ago. What if I'm incapable of love too? I wouldnt do that to any child."

Do you use sarcasm?

"Occasionally." He smiles.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

He tilts his head. "The way they stand. Shoulders tipped back and proud? Hunched over? Weight on one hip? Antonio, your stance is pretty strong, which is rather at odds with your indecisiveness."

"Thank you, and how dare you."

What's your eye color?

"Brown. I guess like oak wood in sunlight, if I was being specific. I have a tube of paint called burnt orange. The color is like that."

Scary or happy endings?

"It depends on the story."

"Now who's indecisive?" Antonio demands.

"Fine. Happy endings, even if they're unrealistic."

Any special talents?

Paris lifts a shoulder and puts it back down. "I'm a violinist."

"You're an incredible violinist," Antonio says. "And artist! You paint and sketch better than anyone I know, and you're a wonderful stratagist and you're strong too, from all that unloading work you do."

Paris rolls his eyes. "I thought I was doing the answering, Antonio West."

"Well, your answers are bad."

Where were you born?

Paris squints. "A hot tenement in New York, New York. In October."

What are your hobbies?

"Drawing."

"You're too good for it to be a hobby. Maybe you could draw and play for a living and drop the rough dock work? Stop cutting open your hands?"

"Drawing is a hobby. Its a dream for a kid, Antonio. Don't pretend you understand."

Antonio sticks his tongue out, and then remembers his notebook.

Have you any pets?

"I wish you were a pet, then I could lock you up in a cage and be alone for a time," Paris says, smiling again.

"You love me."

"I'd love you more if you stayed still and quiet and drank from a water bowl."

"Eww!"

What sports do you play/have played?

"Antonio, who did you write these questions for? They're terrible."

"I'll write down you said none," Antonio replies, scribbling. "Because you are a total wet blanket with disgusting opinions."

How tall are you?

"Why the hell does that matter?"

"To get a glimpse of you as a person," Antonio protests, half out of his chair in exasperation. "Stop being so awful!"

"Do I look like I carry rulers around with me?"

"I'm writing down 4 feet," Antonio says crossly. "Everyone will think you're a nasty little gnome."

Favorite subject in school?

"Art," Paris answers. "And math was nice too, I suppose."

"Of course you'd like math," Antonio mutters, and writes it down aggressively.

Dream job?

Paris hummed thoughtfully. "In a world where nothing mattered, I suppose I'd like to sit near the East River and paint till sunset. In this world though, my dream is for this interview to be over."

“Well then consider me your fairy godmother,” Antonio said smugly. “I wouldn’t continue interviewing you if you begged. Congratulations, you’re officially awful at this.”

😁 Not sure who’s done this, so tags for anyone who sees this, and also no pressure tags for @eccaiia @talesfromaurea @sleepy-night-child @drippingmoon @charlesjosephwrites @kaiusvnoir

[resiliencewithin]

I’ve been struggling recently with heavy emotions of sadness and almost something like regret of my past selves decisions. I realize a lot of what I am going through is kind of a consequence of my past selfs actions and I’m just wondering, how do you forgive yourself and be okay with not letting the past repeat itself? Or tips to help move on and push forward.

Specifically right now, I am in school for the first time since high school (it’s been 3 years) and working at the same time.

I moved back home in September because I had a rough summer of drinking and drugs and have ever since then begun what I think is my first steps in healing.

I love my job and appreciate the people there.

I also love my family and appreciate their support as well.

I have built a pretty good routine and habit for myself since and do reflection/goal setting but ever so recently I realized I have been suppressing my stress of change and it all came fuming out the bottle - I have a bakers cyst on the back of my knee and I have been sick with a cold for like a week.

My body wants to slow down I see now and my mind has been racing with what this means.

I have ambition and I want to keep going so I guess I’m learning the balance of letting go and when to push for more.

Any tips?

*Disclaimer: I am not a mental health, professional and I can only speak from my own experience. What worked for me may not work for you.

On regret and forgiveness…

This one is outside my experience because one of the few things my anxiety and depression do not struggle with is regret. The past is immutable. No amount of regret is going to change it. This is probably why my anxiety and depression are completely focused on the future because the future is entirely mutable.

One strategy that helps me, however, is to put post-it notes up around the house with messages and affirmations that I need to remember. Perhaps you could put one up that says something like, “the past is immutable, I did the best I could, and even if I didn’t, I can’t change it now. I forgive myself.” I tap them and repeat them as I go by. I also like to visualize hugging myself, giving myself love, and telling myself that it’s going to be OK. Maybe this is something you could do with an image of your former past self, hug them, and forgive them, again, and again, and again.

It’s also important to take your focus off of the past and into where you are now. And, where you are now sounds like an amazing starting point for healing. Congratulate and be proud of yourself that you have taken important steps like moving back home, like reflecting and goal setting, and even realizing that you need to heal. I’m proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too.

Something else to realize is how young you are if you’ve only been out of high school for three years. I’m 38 years old and life, while it’s short, is also amazingly long. You have so much time to heal. And I hate to say it but it takes time. I’ve been on an intensive healing journey for 3 to 4 years now and I still have a long way to go. I hope that doesn’t sound demoralizing. It’s meant so that you give yourself grace and don’t set yourself up with unrealistic expectations. Being your best self takes time and work but it’s worth it.

If your stress is manifesting physically then yes, I agree that you need to slow down. Your mental and physical health are so much more important than any timeline you have for your life. See above about how young you are, but I would give the same advice to someone my age or older. Why race to the end if you’re not going to be well when you get there?

Finally, I would recommend this to absolutely anyone who sent me an ask, to seek therapy, or some kind of counselling if you can. Nothing has helped me more than having a professional guiding this journey. Fair warning, finding the right therapist is not easy. I tried three before I hit the jackpot with the fourth one.

I wish you all the good healing vibes. 💞

[redhairedgirl95]

Hiya! I was wondering if you could write something about the press having unrealistic stereotypes about Stella, similar to our society women are critiqued on what they wear how they look and behave I was wondering if you could write Stella dealing with this

not exactly what you asked for, but this is what my mind decided to produce. I hope you like it and I'm sorry for the delay

Stella and the press

“Princess Stella! Princess Stella! Look here!”

Stella got out of the car with the help of one of her guards and smiled to the photographers, while clutching her lion plushie.

“Here! Here! Look here!” She turned the other way. Her ponytails swayed around her face.

“Where are your parents? Where are the King and Queen?”

They had told her not to talk to the press, but they had also taught her to always answer politely to a question, and that’s what Stella did.

“The King and Queen are otherwise engaged, and my guards are perfectly capable of dropping me off to school.” She felt pretty proud of her little speech.

“Engaged as in … planning a divorce?”

The princess’ eyes widened, and her smile faded. She ran into the school followed by one of her guards, as the others kept the paparazzi at bay.

Her plush lay on the sidewalk.

She was only six years old. It was her first day of school.

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“I don’t want to go. I’m sick.”

“Princess, it would be the third time this week.” Samson said, as he was standing in the Princess’ room after breakfast.

“I’m on my period.”

“It would be the fourth time this month.” Cyrus gently reminded her, holding her schoolbag.

“Can’t I stay here? Just for today. I’ll go tomorrow.”

Samson sighed. “The Queen insisted. We must follow orders.”

“I know.” Stella bit her lower lip and kept looking at her feet. “But I have PE today. I don’t want to go to the swimming pool.”

“Princess …”

“There are going to be photographers. And tomorrow everyone in Solaria will say that I’m fat and ugly.”

“Your Majesty …”

“I know.” She rubbed away the tears and headed out of the room. “The Queen insisted.”

The guards followed her. It was Cyrus and Samson’s second month on the job being Princess Stella’s security details. They were eighteen. She was ten.

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“Don’t make me wear it, please.”

“It’s for your own good, sweetheart. You’re growing too fast. Your body needs a little help to adjust.”

“Please, dad. I’ll wear it at home. I can’t wear it at school.”

King Radius kissed her on the top of her head while he still could. His little Stella was becoming a woman under his own eyes, he was so proud of her.

“No one will notice. I promise.”

But they did. Wearing a back brace in middle school is not something you become popular for.

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“There’s a party at the beach. Everyone from school will be there.”

Queen Luna was getting dressed for a state dinner when Stella knocked on her mother’s door to ask her for permission to go. It was not like she couldn’t sneak out, but her parents tended to be more forgiving when she pretended she actually needed their permission.

“Fine, but remember there will be paparazzi around.” She said, as she put on her earrings.

“I know, I’ll be careful.”

And she was. She arrived in an anonymous car, Cyrus and Samson used moon magic to disappear and not be seen by her friends … or by whom she hoped could become her friends. She had changed three schools in the span of six months, and she desperately hoped that would be the right one. There was a guy who was so cute …

She didn’t fear the beach anymore. Her body had changed, and she was no longer the short plump kid with a back brace; now she was the tall skinny girl with long legs, shiny hair, and a perfectly straight back. She felt beautiful – not always, but that night she felt beautiful. She had even managed not to throw up a single time that day. When she’d checked herself in the mirror in the morning – and then after breakfast, before and after lunch, and before going out – she hadn’t found any part of her she considered too fat. She felt beautiful. Confident. And she knew the others would see that too.

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They didn’t. When she arrived at the party, paparazzi were everywhere, but Icarus, that cute guy she had immediately fallen for three weeks before, had been so kind has to shield her from them and lead her to a cabin where she could rest and catch her breath.

And kiss him. Once. And then again. And again. Until kissing wasn’t enough, and her bikini bra fell on the floor. Stella covered her breasts with her hands, but he stood behind her, kissing her neck and taking her wrists to bring them down and expose her chest … to a flash.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that she was standing right in front of an open window, where a paparazzi kept taking photos. She screamed and fell on the floor. And for a moment the moon and the stars lost their light and the sky turned pitch black. Icarus ran through the window following the paparazzi, while Cyrus and Samson burst into the cabin and Cyrus put his jacket around her shoulders, then Samson made them all disappear and led her to the car.

She had just turned fifteen.

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She didn’t come back to school. Not until Alfea. But her relationship with the press had changed. She wouldn’t be tricked again. So, whenever she was photographed while flirting with a guy, dancing on a table, drunkenly laughing or throwing up, she knew that she had put herself into that situation. Willingly. She was in control. Or at least she thought she was.

[raesnovelsblog]

Synopsis from IMDB:

After moving into a suburban home, a couple becomes increasingly disturbed by a nightly demonic presence.

My review

Still love this movie. There are parts (Micah) that piss me off, but they’re not unrealistic. I have, unfortunately, met many a Micah. The rules they set up and how they’re followed are why this movie is so rewatchable. Every time it gets to one of the night scenes, you can help but watch for the smallest movement off in the corner. The practical effects only enhance the scares. 

Rating : 8/10

How does it treat…

Women? Not bad. But not great. You can tell Micah loves Katie, but there could have been one or two less scenes where he puts her down.

Does it pass the Bechdel test? Yes. There are only four people in this movie and one of them is Katie’s friend.

How long till a woman speaks? 41 seconds.

Relationships? Borderline unhealthy, but I’m chalking that up to Micah needing to grow up and being a financial bro. The moments where he’s being sweet are the reasons you could believe they’d still be there.

Rewatchability? Yes, especially the night scenes.

Spoilery thoughts/Notes below.

Katie seems like one of those girls that’s in a relationship where she’s grown, but he hasn’t.

Katie’s going to school, she makes jewelry, and she knits.  Props to Katie.

Micah has a guitar he can barely play. That tracks.

I love that Katie is refusing to be filmed in her bra and panties.

I will never understand the multiple pillows on the bed that you don’t actually use. 

Micah’s a day trader.  That explains so much.

Seeing a shadowy mass at the foot of your bed when you’re eight, would stay with you.

The haunting has followed her from house to house since she was eight. Not your typical haunted house where you yell at the movie for them to get out. 

The psychic is trying to investigate and Micah just wants to show off his toys.

They are asking for help, but Micah does everything the psychic says not to do.

Katie screams and he stops to get the camera. It was a spider, but he didn’t know that.

Antagonizing the demon. That will end well. I’m now wishing for his death.

Katie has a friend. Good for you. You need time away from Micah.  

Katie tells Micah she needs this girl talk moment and he completely craps all over it, because his stuff is more important. Boo.

He was a dick to both of them. And Katie’s response is “be sweet”?

Okay, not going to lie. That scream and hit noise got me.

They’re going to go back to bed with that door open? Hell no. I don’t care if it is a demon. It’s a demon that’s going to have to break a locked door down.

He was scared and now he’s joking and playing it off like it was nothing. I’m sure it’s a coping mechanism, but it’s annoying.

The camera fast forwarding and Katie’s just standing there staring, nope. Way too unnerving.

There are times in found footage movies where it doesn’t make sense for them to still be holding the camera. Making Micah be a douche makes it seem understandable.

Okay, Micah finding Katie outside and offering to stay out there with her when she doesn’t want to come inside is actually sweet.

Until he hears a noise upstairs, yells “who is it”, and calls for Katie to come back in.

He told the demon to come out. What is planning to do if it did?

Now he’s a tad scared and that makes me happy.

And now you’ve bought a ouija board after you promised you wouldn’t. Good going asshat.

Katie’s pissed and I am proud of her.

I’m surprised she didn’t leave him there.

You wanted footprints, and now you’re shocked they’re there? Reminds me of that South Park where they mocked ghost hunters for getting startled.

Finding the attic hatch open would creep me out too.

Micah slowly panning the camera around is unnervingly eerie. You look all around first.

Weird burnt up photo of young Katie equals a hell no from me.

Micah says they both could use more sleep. Well then stop egging the demon on.

The door slamming and then the banging on it, chef’s kiss.

Micah opening the door anyways, so stupid.

The psychic came in, and immediately noped out. And that’s why he is still alive at the end of the movie.

I get he’s scared too, but he’s handling it in the worst way possible.

I knew that foot hanging out would bite her in the ass.

I do not know how they did that scene, but it was scary as hell.

Where was the demon going to take her?

So not bite her in the ass, bite her on the back. Got it.

For once, Micah’s response is appropriate. 

Micah should have known something was up when Katie asked to stay when she’d been insistent on leaving. The one time his caveman behavior would have been apt and he chooses to aqueous? 

That smile was too creepy.

The staring and rocking back and forth is highly effective.

That scream is blood curdling.

And the sudden stop is worse.

Love the anticipation with the heavy footsteps.

Hurled his ass across the room. Katie/demon lifts.

The face change is okay, but they’d been so good about not using CGI up to this point. They should have stuck to it. Not bad, but it could have done without it.

[newjenns]

Oh dude same

#vent

i’m just so frustrated bc i went trhrpugh my first 2 years of college not really doing taht well bc i didn’t know what i wanted out of it so i took a year off to try and figure it out and my dad got it in his head that i’m jsut gonan do what he does bc i started working with him but all it’s shown me is that i definitely don’t want to do his job and i’ve been talking to my mom about another potential route i’ve been thinking of taking if/when i go back to school and she was so so positive about it and said she thinks i could do really well and enjoy it so i told my dad about it today during dinner and he just totally shot me down and gave me all these reasons why i shouldn’t go into that field as if i hadn’t already thought about them for myself like god i just want to work towards something i actually want to do and can be proud of one day and it’s just so upsetting bc from day 1 he’s been pushing me towards careeers i don’t fucking want but the second i express an interest in something he shoots me down and it’s not even like i said something insane and unrealistic like oh i want to be an oscar winning actor like what i said was a perfectly normal blue collar job but god forbid and then he had the audacity to suggest the sheriff’s department THE SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT???! be fucking for real just say you want me to be miserable

[trustblast]

Type to learn program

TYPE TO LEARN PROGRAM HOW TO

TYPE TO LEARN PROGRAM FREE

That’s the goal of helping a student with special needs to learn to touch type. You may only take off 20 grams here and 70 grams there, but the final result is a bike that will give the rider an advantage. It’s like cyclists who try to shave off grams from their bike here and there in order to make their bike as quick as possible. If we can give them the skills to cut down that 7% then we will be setting up our students (or children) to be more competitive with their peers that don’t have special needs. In this pie chart example I put forth we have a student with special needs spending 7% more time a day typing up their thoughts. In the end, if we can help give a student the skills to cut out bits of time throughout the day in different activities it can lead to more and more time that they can devote to other things, and this adds up over the days and months. You could see the smile pop up on his face when it was commented how quick a typer he was. On the other hand, I worked with a student who was very slow in general processing, but could type real fast and it not only helped him when working in groups, doing research, etc., it also gave him a little something to be proud of when he didn’t readily see himself as having a lot strengths. If we can give them the physical skills to cut that time down a bit by being able to type their thoughts fluidly, that can be a big help and can help reduce anxiety. While developing these highly scientific pie charts I was thinking that it may seem a little silly to consider dealing with something like email in the pie chart, but I have worked with students who, with coaching support and ideas from me, have spent 20 minutes drafting an email to their teacher to ask for something like a clarification or an accommodation or something. My analysis shows that a student without special needs has 7% more time each day

TYPE TO LEARN PROGRAM FREE

If Student A has special needs and Student B does not, then we have to think of how Student A can use their strengths in order to make certain parts of the pie chart like ‘time needed to type notes’ or essays, less in order to free them up to do other things like generate ideas, make a graphic organizer to review notes, do all the reading …relax, etc. You have two students in a college class and they are doing their studying. But many students who have various deficits could benefit from gaining the skill of being able to type without looking at the keyboard. Some students may need to work more on fine motor abilities, or life skills, or ability to generate and organize their ideas. I wouldn’t argue that this a great strategy for all students with special needs.

TYPE TO LEARN PROGRAM HOW TO

But many students with special needs can benefit immensely in the post-secondary by increasing their ability to do a lot of small things like learning how to type, using assistive technologies like voice to text, learning organizational strategies, time management skills, collaboration skills, etc. This is to say that a lot of people can get ahead and become a doctor for example without working on a lot of smaller skills. I know their strengths and areas of need and am realistic when other professionals I have worked with over the years have given students and families unrealistic hopes…īut if the student with special needs could type without hunting and pecking the keys, that could bring them one step closer to having the skills to compete in the post-secondary education and work space. I don’t know if that makes sense inherently, but I guess what I was thinking is that a majority of the kids I’ve worked with as a self-contained teacher or learning support teacher are not going to medical school. As he hunched over his keyboard slowly hunting and pecking the keys on his computer while continuously referring back to his notes before quickly going back to poking at the keyboard with his two index fingers, it really hit home how important it is for many students on our caseloads to be able to touch type….type without looking at the keyboard. Sitting in a small hospital in a town in Kuwait named Mahboula (‘Crazy Woman’ in Arabic), I was waiting for the doctor to write up my medical report so I could get my Ethiopian work visa.

[whoistartaglia]

university au—part two

part one. part three.

includes: diluc, childe

warnings: gender neutral reader, slight angst, fluff, mentions of violence.

notes: unrealistic but romanticizing university.

diluc

your freshman year first relationship and first break up.

you got together within the first two weeks of university.

everything was great for a couple of months.

and you genuinely did not understand why people warned you not to get into a relationship at start of university.

that was until midterms came around.

you and diluc were both stressed and overwhelmed.

balancing a relationship on top of school work was difficult.

and you two were already having some issues of your own.

the intense stress culminated in a huge fight before midterms.

you both said things you regretted.

but you were both too proud to take anything back.

and maybe deep down inside you knew you needed a break from each other.

but weeks apart turned into months which turned into years.

you both never tried again.

you had only five minutes until the start of class. 

which would have been fine, if you were already in your seat, notebook open and pencil in hand. but instead you were running up several flights of stairs, internally cursing the horrible timing of the elevator maintence. seriously, who scheduled maintence in the largest building at your university on tuesday? and during the first week of classes at that.

when you finally reached your room on the top floor, you were out of breath. you sat down in the first seat you landed your eyes on, dumping your bag on the ground and sighing in relief. you had made it.

the relief lasted only a second before you fully took in your surroundings. this room was similar to the others in the building, if not a bit on the smaller side. the professor was setting up his lesson plan on a projector, other students were getting their notes, diluc was opening his laptop next to you—

you paused. diluc was… opening his laptop… next to you…?

your head was clearly jumbled from the adrenaline rush of getting here on time. because there was no way that you had sat next to diluc. not when there so many other seats avalible. not when you had spent the last couple of years successfully avoiding him, even though he was in your rather small major. 

but when you turned your head to the right, moving so slowly you might have been in slow motion, your wide-eyed gaze landed on the man himself. 

your surpised and slightly panicked expression was mirrored in his own. he looked confused. more than confused. bewildered. perplexed. utterly at a loss at why you had just slammed yourself down into the empty chair next to him. 

you opened your mouth to say something, anything. it felt like an eternity, but it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. lamely, the only thing you could manage was a small, “hi.”

diluc blinked. once. twice. then he grimaced and said nothing. 

you faced forward again, a mixture of embarassment and shame coloring your already flushed cheeks a slightly darker pink. you didn’t blame him for not responding because honestly if he had inserted himself into your life without warning, you would have done the same. yet you wondered why it still kind of stung. 

“welcome,” the professor started, snapping you out of your stuper. you were glad he was starting. focusing on his class would serve as a nice distraction. 

and it did, for a whole of two minutes, before diluc recovered and whispered so that only you could hear. “hi, [you].”

the professor, the pictures on the board, the class and everything else faded into white noise. still facing forward, you murmured, “it’s been a long time.”

“yeah,” diluc agreed. “it has.” another beat of silence. you could end the conversation now, leave it alone, and sit somewhere else to sit next class. half of you wanted to. the other half begged you not to. 

you turned your head back to diluc, your expression filled with a close-lipped not-quite-a-smile but not-quite-not-a-smile. 

it was the look you had when you didn’t know what else to say or do. you wore the same one when you and diluc first met. you had been tongue tied back then too, though for much different reasons. 

several more beats of silence between you two, filled only by the professor and hum of the projector.  say something or say nothing, that was the question swirling in your mind. 

but it was diluc who made the first move, just as did back then, and just as he would do in the future. it was another quiet murmur, a hesitant offering to take you out to lunch. 

you could only bring yourself to nod your head, even as your not-quite-a-small bloomed into a full on grin. 

yes, diluc remembered it was the same grin you had made back then, when he stammered in asking you out. things never seemed to change, but he hoped that this time, the ending would be different. 

childe

your obnoxious suitemate who you definitely did not sign up to room with.

you requested a single in a coed suite so that you had your own privacy but also others to live with.

you moved in and everything was great for the fall semester.

but then one of your friends decided they wanted to live off campus for the spring semester.

you did not expect your university's housing department to immediately replace them after they moved.

childe was your new suitemate

and although the others living with you didn't mind him

you absolutely loathed childe

at first you were just sour that your friend was quickly replaced

but childe's insistence on putting off chores until the last minute made your distaste grow.

you were going to drop kick childe, and you were going to have fun doing it, too. 

it was much past two in the morning, and he was little playing loud music from his room. any other night you would have done your best to ignore it and scold him about it the next morning. but tomorrow you had your twice a week eight am, and all you wanted to do was have a peaceful sleep. was that really too much to ask for?

muttering strong words against the housing department, you angrily put on your slippers and sweatshirt and left your single. in your coed suite, there were four singles and one double. you were in a single, and right next to you was childe in all his insufferable glory. 

you banged on his door three times. 

nothing. no movement from the other side. no childe opening the door. 

you repeated another three times. when there was still no response, you continued your knocking, until the childe opened it with a groggy expression. 

“[you]? what’s the matter?” he asked with a yawn. you really couldn’t believe he had been sleeping this entire time. he had to be faking. 

“you, childe,” you said, barging into his room. you pointed to his speaker. “why are you blaring music at three in the morning?” 

he lazily looked over to where you were pointing. he walked over to it and turned it off. "oh, that. it helps me fall asleep." you raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms. there was no way that was the truth, but childe didn't look or sound like he was lying.

"are you serious?" you asked, skeptical. he nodded, waking up and coming more alive, that ever coy smile dancing on his lips once again.

"why, yes, of course. i think everyone should try falling asleep to loud music, it's a very good for keeping those pesky voices away."

you blanched. took a deep breath. started again. "well, everyone else can hear it and it's really—"

childe cut you off. "no one else seems to mind."

"okay, well," you huffed. "i can hear it and it's not letting me fall asleep, and i have to get up early—"

"shouldn't you be sleeping then?"

you gave childe your nastiest glare. "i am trying, childe!" you were about to unleash your entire being on him before the sound of another door opening made you pause.

another one of your suitemates stood in the middle of childe's doorway, their eyes tired and annoyed. "[you]. childe. will you two leave your lover's quarrel for tomorrow? some of us are trying to sleep."

they left before you could argue that you were not lovers and that you were yelling at childe so that you could sleep. you seriously wondered how everyone else managed to rest with the music blaring earlier.

you turned back to childe, who already had something to say. you put up your hand and simply said, "don't."

and in a smaller, quieter voice, asked again, "can you just. please keep the music off? or lowered, at least?" you made your way to your room and did not wait for his response.

it came anyways. "sure! anything for my 'lover!'"

oh, you were definitely going to enjoy drop kicking him if you ever got the chance.

[scolpimpisdiary]

Duwang Gang Parenting HeadCanons!

What would the Duwang Gang be like as Parents?

Josuke Higashikata

NAH CAUSE HE’D BE THE SWEETEST DAD

He’d probably have the most kids imo, 5-6 max. I can see him being a family man

If Josuke has a girl, SHE WILL BE A DADDY’S GIRL.

But if they’re not, he’d still love them just as much!

I can literally imagine Josuke picking up his children from preschool and just showering them with hugs and kisses

Would heal the little one’s boo boos with Shining Diamond and play it off as a magic trick

Much like Okuyasu, he has no problem letting his lil Jojo know that he loves them

Josuke would be slightly less affectionate as they get older tho, since they’re maturing (but that doesn’t mean he loves them any less!)

Let’s be honest, once social media becomes mainstream he’d probably make one right before his children

Yes, he’d follow his kids on the social media he does have, being one of their first followers which is lowkey adorable

I can imagine Josuke trying to be the “hip” parent that just wants to fit in with his kids

I could already see Josuke trying to help little Jojo with their math problems, but then getting lowkey frustrated and just ends up doing the assignment for them

“If I have five apples and you eat two, how many apples do I have left?”

“Five!”

“Never mind, just gimme the paper..”

He would definitely be ready to discipline them if needed, though. As much as Josuke loves them, he isn’t a pushover. Probably not allowing them to leave the house/go to parties or making them clean when they aren’t at school are enough in this case.

Even so, Josuke holds his children very dear to him, even more than his pompadour. If someone says or hints at anything negatively regarding his child, he’d be ready to kill them

Like that time he tried to choke out lil jojo’s math teacher for saying that their grades are dropping in the class

That day was the day Y/N was made the designated parent for any future parent teacher conferences

Okuyasu Nijimura

He would definitely be a very laid back dad!

You know, the dad that has cookouts almost every week and invites his friends over to watch sports? He’d be one of those

I could imagine that he’d probably struggle with his children when they were younger though. His parenting style is more hands-off and constantly caring for a little human 24/7 would probably drain the hell out of a man like him.

I don’t think that would discourage Okuyasu from having more kids tho, he’d probably still enjoy the process of raising a child even though it’s time consuming

Definitely a very kind and supportive father, and isn’t afraid to show love for his kids (hugging, “i love you”s, saying he’s proud of them, etc)

I can imagine both him and Josuke making goofy tiktoks with their children

He will REFUSE to help them with their homework though, that task is left up to Y/N

And if he does end up on homework duty, he’d most likely half-ass it

“If I got five apples, and you ate two, how much apples do I have?”

“..I dunno.”

“Eh, that’s good enough! Write that down and you’re done!”

Would probably have 4-5 children max, slightly less than Josuke

Rohan Kishibe

Let’s just say his children would be DRIPPY

Nah cause they’d be wearing Louis Vouittons at the age of 3 ✋🏾

Rohan would definitely be tough on his lil Kishibe bean but only because he wants them to be successful in life like he was

ESPECIALLY when the tiny Kishibe reaches their school years. (I do feel like it would get to his head though, maybe even causing him to place unrealistic standards onto his kid)

He wouldn’t allow his children to play with Josuke’s kids, but they’d sneak out to go and play together anyways

Rohan would definitely help them with their art projects, which they’d always get an A on

YES HE WILL HANG THEIR ART UP ON THE FRIDGE LIKE THE PROUD DAD HE IS

I also imagine him being really good at math for some reason??

Would probably get frustrated during homework time with his kid

“Now if I have five apples, and you were to eat two, how much would I have left?”

“..one?”

*insert angry Rohan grumbles*

“NOW IF I HAVE FIVE APPLES-“

Rohan would have an easier time caring for them while they’re a baby or toddler, compared to when they’re older mainly because they can’t talk back

I can also imagine that because of the whole Kira incident he’d be very helicopter-ish (yes, he’d have life 360 installed on his child’s phone)

He would be stricter with punishments, taking toys away from them or when they get older, their smartphones (maybe he’d even make them delete their social media accounts)

Once social media starts to become popular, I could definitely see him criticize it heavily when he see’s Y/N or his children use it

“Back in my day we didn’t have tiktok or Instagram! All of that is just faux garbage! Kids these days need to go out and experience reality!”

I could literally imagine all the arguments he’d get into with his horomonal green-haired teenage kid while poor Y/N is stuck between the two trying to break it up. It’d be WW3 in the Kishibe household😭

He wouldn’t be the type of dad to physically express his love often. But he would express it in subtle ways, like buying them things or quietly congratulating them

Plus if his kids are in any type of danger, be ready to see Rohan dashing to the rescue. Both him, Josuke, and Yukako DO NOT play when it comes to their children

Rohan wouldn’t have a lot of children, 2 max, and they’d probably be farther apart in age (5-6 years apart)

Yukako Yamagishi

She’d definitely be the strictest with punishments, and would probably utilize all forms of discipline mentioned so far

She would also put a lot of academic pressure on her children, but actually taking the time to properly study with them and help them memorize things for tests so they’d be well prepared

“Look sweetie, if I have five apples and you’ve eaten two, how much would I have left?”

“Umm..three?”

“Good job! I knew you could do it!”

Yukako’s child was the only one that got it right btw

Yukako would definitely have a soft spot for her kids though, making them cute lunches to take to school and show off, putting cute little letters on the lunch boxes and greeting them with assorted homemade sweets when they came from school

She’s also very physically expressive with her love, showering her children in hugs and kisses on the cheek even when they’re older

(It makes them very flustered, which Yukako deems to be adorable)

She would DEFINITELY try to give her children advice on their crushes (which may or may not fail miserably and result in a traumatized crush)

I could also see Yukako being one of those insta moms that post pictures of her food and children all the time (even when they’re older)

Probably has already had some form of social media before it became mainstream

I can see her also following her children on social media, mainly for nosy reasons (which Y/N has to talk her out of)

Even though Yukako can be a strict mother, she truly cares for her children deep down and would definitely cut a bitch if they possibly threatened her children’s safety

She’d probably have an average amount of children, 3 to be exact. But I think Yukako is probably one of the only ones to not have a specific limit on how many kids she wants

Koichi Hirose

Honestly? Koichi gives me chill uncle vibes rather than dad vibes

Like I genuinely feel that the Duwang kids would just use his house as a hangout spot and vibe as he tells the story of how him and their parents defeated a serial killer all the way back in the 90s

Josuke and Okuyasu’s kids would probably just giggle in disbelief

Yukako’s kid would just shrug their shoulders “sounds like something my mother would do”

and Rohan’s kid would probably have more respect for their dad after, and the most input. His kid is a chatterbox unlike him

The Duwang kids would DEF look up to him

If he were to be a dad, he’d definitely spend a lot of the time traveling with his child and seeing different parts of the world

Koichi would probably have the least kids, maybe just one

He wouldn’t spoil or punish his children much, but would probably go on a long exaggerated lecture about whatever they did and why it’s wrong.

I could see him teaching his kid a different language or different things about the world rather than formal education (IK THAT SOUNDS CRAZY BUT STILL)

[english8muffin]

Henry asks you to visit his parents

summary: you are in bed playing Animal Crossing and Henry asks you to visit his parents with him

warnings: none! Fluffy (hinted smut)

word count: ~600

A/N: this is just a quick blurb, but it’s cute. Hope you like it!💕

-> I know I am not obligated to give an explanation as to why I haven’t been active for almost a year, but I still want to apologise. I have, and still am struggling with my mental health and my main priorities have been school and looking after myself. I am a perfectionist, like the true capricorn that I am, and for everything in my life I set unrealistic expectations for myself, which only make me feel worse. I didn’t want to post pieces that I didn’t feel proud of. Enough sad stuff, I’m back now and trying not to be too harsh on myself. I’m sorry if this sounded pathetic, but I really want to be honest and let people, that struggle with the same, know that it is okay to take a break if you don’t feel good and to be kind to yourself. 🤍

Henry walks out of the bathroom, only a microscopically small, fluffy towel wrapped around his narrow waist, muscled thighs and hairy chest on full show. He spots you propped up on the white duvet of the large king sized bed, hair still damp from your shower a few minutes ago, you seemed completely absorbed in whatever was on your Switch. 

“Oh, hello, weirdo,” you say, gaze still glued onto the screen, face scrunched in concentration as the tip of your tongue sticking out from the side of your lips. An upbeat sound coming from the small device, and voices that sounded like chipmunks babbling about. He sits down on the bed and crawls over to you.

“Hello.” He snuggles closer to you, nosing your shoulder like a puppy. “What’cha doing?”

“Building waterfalls, getting harassed by a fat middle-aged raccoon because I haven’t paid my debts. The usual,” you mumble, swiftly moving the joysticks, secretly admiring his face from your peripheral. 

Frowning he takes a peek at what the hell you were talking about. A chuckle slips from his mouth as he sees the island you build on Animal Crossing.

“I wanna ask you something, love.” That got your attention, and you nearly get bitten by a spider. You had to do what you had to do to get that coin for Tom Nook. Curiously you put your yellow Switch away on your bedside table.

“Oh no, you wanna leave me, don’t you? I didn’t mean to drop your favorite mug last night, I swear,” you ramble, thinking of the worst things he could say to you.

“Of course not, silly I- wait you said Kal bumped it off the coffee table with his tail,” he says, making you scrunch your face, caught red handed. You let out a nervous giggle and kiss the rounded tip of his nose. 

“What did you want to ask?” You try to distract him from the mug accident. 

“Do you want to go visit my parents with me? It would mean a lot.“ He’s perched on your side, murmuring into your arm like a toddler asking for sweets. You can feel his hot breath exhale out his nose. The sight makes your heart melt into a puddle of goo. It took a while to let the information sink in, but when it did, you launched at him, tackling him in a hug and smooching a million kissing over his stubbly cheeks. This was a good thing, right? Meeting someones parents was a big deal!

“I assume that’s a yes.”

Giggling you land on top of him, and get pulled down for a heated kiss. You feel his hands on your waist dropping lower and underneath his shirt you were wearing. 

“Well, well, well. Where are your skivvies, little lady?” He murmurs against your mouth. Your cheeks tint red and you burry your face against his neck, tickling him in the face with your damp hair. 

“Didn’t wanna wear m’skivvies.” You mutter, still pressing yourself against his body. Face hidden and one hand toying with his chest hair. He smelled so good freshly from the shower, all cuddly and warm. 

“So scandalous,” he laughs, giving you a swat on your bare ass, making you yelp in surprise. Without thinking too much about it, you slide your hand in between your bodies and pluck the towel from his waist, tossing it to the other side of the room. You roll back to your first position eyes on his waist and giggle, “now who’s the scandalous one?” Curling his lips in, he gives you a once over, your hands held beside your face in a firm grip. Henry’s eyes shine with a cheeky glint. 

“Time to apologise for my broken mug, little love.”

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed.

My masterlist can be found HERE

[athletickat]

Top Reads 2020 Fanfiction

I started reading Harry Potter fanfiction this year (thanks to Tik Tok) and these stories I’ve read keep me up at night because I cannot stop thinking about them. 

#1- Manacled by @senlinyu

This is story is a MASTERPIECE. I cannot express how many times I’ve read and thought about this story. The way Hermione loves Draco and Draco loves Hermione is unbeatable. Hermione is a literal boss bitch in this story and my favorite Hermione in everything I’ve read. The build up, the tension, the CHEMISTRY; it is the best thing I have ever read. I could write a whole damn brook report on this story and be proud of it. This story is just... ugh *ultimate chefs kiss*.

#2- Rights and Wrongs series by @lovesbitca8 

The Right Thing To Do, All the Wrong Things, and The Auction are my absolute favorite pieces of writing ever. Draco Malfoy in this series is my horny king, and the best Draco in everything I’ve read. The Auction has a special place in my heart because of hard Hermione works to stay alive and keep the Malfoys alive, as well. All the characters in each story are so well written, especially the Malfoys, and I cannot express how in love I am with each little plot detail and connection between the stories.   

#3- Remain Nameless by @heyjude19-writing

I recently read this story and I cannot get enough of it. This is first fic I’ve read with a wedding scene (two scenes!!) and I cannot put it in words of how perfect it is. This story is all about the love Draco and Hermione have for each other, and it has set such unrealistic expectations for me...ugh. Every chapter had me smiling like an idiot and I could not put it down. 

#4- Cruel and Beautiful World by Lena Phoria 

I am so happy that Lena Phoria turned this fanfiction into a book, but nothing beats the original characters in this story. The way I fell in love with all the characters (except Voldemort, gross) is immaculate. This story deals with a lot of trauma and heavy topics, but the plot and the characters are just too good. Draco is a sweetheart and absolutely whipped for Hermione, but they need each other. I have never laughed so hard while reading a dark AU fic, and this story made my abs hurt. Definitely one to read.

#5- All You Want by @senlinyu

Holy shit. This story has the best smut I have ever read. The way senlinyu describes what's happening to Alpha Draco and Omega Hermione during sex makes me laugh out loud. It is so so good and so so sexy. It is such a fun story to read, and that’s why I love it so much. 

#6- Breath mints / Battle Scars by @onyx-and-elm

This story is the definition of toxicity, but honestly, it’s still so good. Both Hermione and Draco are changed after the war, and they fall in love by rage, sex, and protection of one another. Hermione does not give a single damn about what people may say about her, and Draco just wants her to be happy (although it does take a while for him to see what that really means). Plot and characters are amazing, and the ending is *chefs kiss*.

#7- Isolation by Bex-chan 

The first Dramione fanfiction I’ve ever read, and it has a very special place in my heart. I didn’t think I would like reading Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger fanfiction, but this story changed my mind and led to my spiral of reading such amazing stories. Such an amazing read, and I love seeing Draco grow into a man that Hermione deserves and loves. This story is iconic.

#8- Hunted by Bex-chan

Another superb story by Bex-chan. A Romance/Mystery story after the war and Draco and Hermione fall in love... hard. They are great together and the plot is amazing. This story is another iconic one for me.

#9- Love and Other Misfortunes by @senlinyu

Another great piece of work from the Queen herself, senlinyu. Draco is so stubborn it hurts, but it’s okay because Hermione is there to save the day (duh). Love these two and the romance between them in this story. Also, Veela Draco with wings and fangs is too much for me. Not that it’s important or anything, but the smut level is through the roof. Love it.

#10- Bring Him to His Knees by @willhavetheirtrinkets

Auror Draco and Auror Harry are an iconic duo. I love how intricate Draco is in this story, and how his past still very much affects his present, but Hermione helps him a lot, and it shows just how much they care for each other. Hermione and Draco dance around each other until they realize *wait* they have feelings for each other! It is not complete yet, but I do check every week or so for updates because it has a good murder mystery plot and a fabulous Dramione. 

#11- The Risk-Reward Ratio by MissiAmphetamine

War fic, and honestly one of my favorite ones. Draco sucks up his pride and goes to the Order for help, and Hermione is the only one who truly excepts him. Draco is a stubborn bastard in this story, but he makes up for it. The scenes are so real, and neither character is perfect, but you’ll see how far they are willing to go for each other. 

#12- The Just World Fallacy by MissiAmphetamine

Sequel to The Risk-Reward Ratio, and this one is tough. Still so good, but deals with torture, PTSD, rape, and more heavy topics. The love that still stands between Draco and Hermione even after all that they have been through together is beautiful. I love this story, and I love seeing how each character grows into their own person while during a war.

#13- Broken by @inadaze22

I have never cried so much while reading a story. This story made ME feel broken because Hermione is quite literally shattered, but so is Draco. It’s a story that makes you feel so many things at once and it is beautiful. Super slow-burn, but in the end, Hermione and Draco are meant to be together. 

#14- This World or Any Other series by @olivieblake

Clean and Marked are incredible stories with a rollercoaster twist. I love each character in this series, and the love that Hermione has for Draco, and vice versa, is the most powerful thing in this universe. The relationship starts with a potion assignment and just extends through there. I love their characters so much alongside the secondary characters and it makes the story so interesting. 6th year Hogwarts and continues with the war, but Draco and Hermione are always there for each other no matter what. 

#15- The Eagles Nest by HeartOfApsen

Ravenclaw Draco and Hermione, 8th year, and Alchemy. This story is so complex, and I couldn’t stop reading it. I love both Draco and Hermione and how they work to settle a problem together. Also seeing all the secret rooms in Hogwarts was another compelling aspect of the story that I loved. They know they need each other, and them being nerds and all, school is what brings them together in the end.

#16- Almost Perfect, Almost Yours by BelleOfSummer

I could not put down this story. No matter how much it angered me, and no matter how much I wanted to throw my laptop at the wall, I couldn’t stop reading. The plot is so interesting where Hermione is raised by a Pureblood family, but she was adopted from muggles, so she is Muggleborn. All the while her and Draco fall in love through their teen years and go through a war together. Hermione is a bad bitch and Draco is whipped (maybe not in a good way). They experience so much together, and in the end, you learn to love them for who they are.

#17- The Green Girl by @colubrina

Hermione is sorted into Slytherin and makes all new friends that do not include Harry Potter or Ronald Weasley. I freaking love this story because Hermione is a literal Queen, and the story itself is so well written. I don’t usually read T-rated works, but I could not put this one down because it has such an interesting plot.

#18- Erised Effect by @adaprix

Smut, smut, and more smut with such a cute plot. I love little Hermione as a bad bitch and big dick Draco as a little softy. I was hooked from the first chapter and it was so crazy. The sex scenes in this are just... *fans self*. This story is a rollercoaster of smut, but Draco and Hermione are my all time favs in this.

#19- Every Day, a Little Death by @lovesbitca8

Draco tries everything to satisfy Hermione, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Such a cute story with such a cute relationship. Hermione doesn’t mean to fall in love, but alas, Draco is a sex God and it was inevitable. I love this story!

#20- Crimson with a Silver Lining by Lady Cailan

A dark AU where Draco is mesmerized by Hermione and her will to stay alive. Their love is so strong, but alas, Draco is a stubborn bastard. This story is an emotional rollercoaster and another story where I could not put it down. Also *spoiler* some family drama going on throughout the story. 

#21- Bond by MrBenzedrine89

*fans self* again because this story is incredible. Love the smut, love the club, love the love between Draco and Hermione. Super interesting details in this story with Draco, Hermione, and the infamous Bond club. Loved reading this story.

I fell down a rabbit whole of Dramione stories this year, and it made me ignore everything I had to in my life just to read them. I can’t wait to see more stories this year and procrastinate my life by reading these stories!