#I could be doing my homework but I made the silly instead ;)

[blu-ish]

Wait till he finds out.

based on this interview lmao

[mango-bango-bby]

yandere! platonic miguel w a reader who isn't treated too well by their parents in their dimension and tries to be at HQ a lot to escape please?

Ty for ur time!

♡ Escape ♡

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, dad!Miguel, teen/tween!reader, mentions of abuse and neglect, isolation, basically kidnapping

Summary: Your family is mistreating you and Miguel notices (Platonic!Yan!Miguel O’Hara x GN!teen/tween!reader)

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♡ You loved being a spider-person. Although it wasn’t the powers, or the love from the public for your super-hero persona, or even really saving people that you loved about it. You liked being able to hide. You liked swinging your way up to the top of a building and staying there for hours, away from home until you absolutely had to home.

♡ So when you were introduced to the spider-society, of heroes just like you, of course you wanted to be there. You stayed there for hours, even late in the night. Even doing mundane things, just at HQ instead of home.

♡ Miguel of course noticed. Yes, you were an “annoying kid” as he told himself. But you also helped him, you were strong and helped him track down anomalies. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had grown fond of you. You were just a silly kid, he didn’t outwardly say it but he felt like he was responsible for you. Perhaps it was the father in him, but he felt the need to care for you, keep you safe.

♡ He did notice that you spent a lot of time at HQ, but more specifically in his office. You would just say hello to him and sit on the floor. He was a bit annoyed at first but you weren’t interrupting so it didn’t bother him to much. He did notice that you would just… sit there. You wouldn’t do anything spider-man related, you just exsisted. You would eat in there, watch things on your phone, do your homework, watch him do stuff on the monitors. You did everything in his office, maybe because you felt safe with him.

♡ Miguel noticed, but foolishly didn’t think much of it. He actually liked you, so it didn’t bother him too much. Maybe it was the father in him, or maybe that you clearly were trying to help him. But he felt protective over you, you were just a kid after all.

♡ What he definitely noticed and was concerned about is when one day, you showed up wearing your hero mask. You kept your spider-person mask on. But not in battle, just hanging out in his office. You were just watching him do stuff on the monitors while wearing your hero mask. Of course, you were hiding a bruise but no one knew.

♡ Although you eventually couldn’t take it anymore, all of your emotions erupting out at once. So you went to the only person you trusted, the only person who made you feel safe. Which was Miguel. You walked into HQ crying, keeping you mask on to try and conceal your tears. And you just hugged him and he rocked you side to side as if you were a baby.

♡ After you tell him, he knows exactly what he has to do. How could he ever let you go back to a family like that!? So you stay with him for that night. But he convinces you to stay with him longer, your family isn’t safe for you to be around. Perhaps he may need to pay a visit to your parents, they were going to be your canon event anyways so he might speed that up.

♡ You’re only a child. Nothing is exactly safe for you in your universe. Not your family, and especially not being a hero! So he begins to isolate you, convincing you to stay home. But it’s better than your parents so you gladly accept being isolated and kept away from the rest of the world. But at least you’re getting loved, being cared for and doted on by your real papa.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

(A/N: You all are loving platonic yandere lately because it’s like all that’s in my inbox 😭😭 Not that I’m real complaining though 🫶 I’ve been working on what Halloween requests I have lately 💗)

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[yellowelectroslime]

Tickletober 2024 Day 8: Nuzzles

Pairing: Ler!Megumi (his bunnies), Lee!Yuji – Can be seen as platonic or romantic

Word count: 602

[notes: nothing in the manga is real they are all living happily together and they are all happy and together and happy. What are you talking about? Haha anyways this was based on a fanart i saw a few years ago, but sadly I can’t find it anymore so please enjoy this fic instead ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১]

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Yuji and Megumi had just came back from a mission, luckily neither of them were injured. They were now spending time resting in their respective dorm rooms. But that was what Megumi had thought.

BAAM!!!

Megumi’s dorm room door was kicked down with so much force that it was a wonder how it was still attached to the frame. Yuji waltzed into Megumi’s room with a booming voice and a demand he was determined to achieve.

“Megumiiiiii!! Can you summon those bunnies that you used to help us escape the curse today?” Megumi winced at his loud voice and the pure sunlight radiating from Yuji’s grin. “You mean my rabbit escape…?”

Yuji nodded excitedly at the mention. During their mission earlier that day, Megumi had to summon his rabbit escape to hide from the curse to form a plan, luckily they were able to defeat all the curses, but now Megumi has to deal with Yuji’s excitement upon realizing he can summon hundreds of cute little bunnies. 

After a torturous 3 minutes of constant begging from Yuji, Megumi reluctantly gave in. The black-haired student held his hands out and called out their name to summon the creatures. Suddenly, the ground and walls of the boy’s dorm were covered in black shadows. Yuji “ooh-ed” and “ahh-ed” as the dark shadows took shape into a large pile of cute, red-eyed bunnies. Practically vibrating in excitement, the pink-haired boy immediately leaped onto the pile of bunnies. 

Yuji managed to lay down on the pile of bunnies like he was sitting on a bean bag chair, with some bunnies making themselves comfortable sitting on top of Yuji’s sprawled-out body. “This is so cuuute! How do you not want to do this every second of every day?” The boy said and he picked one bunny up to play with, cooing at it and saying how adorable it was.

A sigh of fake annoyance came out of Megumi. “Please don’t take too long, I still need to finish my homewor-” 

“EEEEK!”

Megumi was interrupted by a loud squeal from Yuji. The bunny he was playing with had crawled up into the energetic boy’s shirt, softly kneading its paws on his bare torso. “Gahah- ahahAAHA! M-Meguhuhmiheh- yohour buhuhnnies t-tickle- ehehe!” The stoic teen looked at him in disbelief, crossing his arms and releasing yet another sigh.

Perhaps encouraged by the pink boy’s sweet laughter, more bunnies began to join in. “H-hehehey! Whehehere dohoh yohohou guhuys thihihnk yohour doin- GAhaha!” The bunnies around Yuji’s neck, ribs and sides all began to nuzzle at his body, the thin shirt he was wearing doing nothing to block out the tickly feeling.

Sweet giggles poured out of his mouth as he tried to gently push away the assaulting rabbits, not wanting to hurt any of them (not that he could). This did nothing as the hares continued their ticklish assault, the nuzzling of their noses made the boy weak to their attack. Yuji had almost forgotten the rabbit who made it into his shirt; its whiskers and fur brushing against his bare skin made him double over in laughter.

“WAH-WahahaIT! NOhoHT thAHAHT!” The pink-haired boy continued to giggle to himself silly, he could easily stop the ‘assaulters’, but he made no real effort to make them stop, only lightly pushing them away or hugging his stomach.

Megumi grabbed the headphones on his desk, turning on its sound cancellation feature and opting to simply ignore the giddy teen as he decided to continue with his homework. Obviously, Yuji was enjoying himself, and he didn’t REALLY want to take this away from him just yet.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic rivals AU])

Hiii! I love this chapter hehe Not proofread.

(L/N)- Last name.

Cursing, mentioning of death, reader and Miguel be silly goofy, Miguel being just the slightest bit protective.

Word count: 2k

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Chapter 3: It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

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Due to your leg, you weren’t able to attend classes for a few days. Which sucked complete ass, being cooped up in your small dorm room for 4 days was complete torture. It was nice at first though, giving you an excuse to catch up on some books. Mj was nice enough to drop off your assignments and it was as a complete relief when you saw she came out of the night unscathed, reassuring her you’re okay when she expressed her guilt when she realized you weren’t running behind her the day of the attack.

You put your phone down on your lap, growing tired from watching mind numbing content on social media. Your eyes landing on your bandage leg, twisting the muscles a bit in an attempt to stretch it, feeling the dull soreness ache through your hamstring. You were now able to walk but only for small amounts of time, not enough to be able to return to class but enough to go to the bathroom without having to grab onto every surface you can find to hop on your right leg. Luckily, the doctor said you’d be able to go back the following week once you get your crutches delivered to your room . As you continue to move your leg slightly from side to side, your mind wanders back to the events of last saturday. You know you shouldn’t be thinking of it, because it makes your heart rate pick up and your hands get clammy again, but then you think about Spider-Man, and it calms you a bit. The way he was so gentle with you, holding you like you were made of porcelain, but tight enough where it felt like he wouldn’t ever let you go again, and that voice, his tone when he spoke to you,it was almost too gentle, like he knew you personally. He obviously hadn’t seen your leg, because if he had he would have taken you to a hospital instead of your dorm room, bringing you in through your window that you had forgotten to lock. Although to be fair you could have told him to take you to the hospital when he asked where you lived, but you were still frazzled from the whole thing.

A strong, almost rapid knocking at your front door snapped you out of your thoughts, startling you slightly as you let out a small yelp, before letting out a huff as you went up and limped your way to the door to greet your unexpected guest. It’s probably MJ you thought, she tended to drop by without notice during the last four days to bring you your homework or some snacks to make you feel better. Once you were able to stand steadily on your feet, you opened your door.

“O’Hara?” The name came out of your mouth before the action could register in your brain, being completely blindsided if you were being honest with yourself. The same thing happened with your next question. “How’d you find out my room number?”

He didn’t reply to your questions, rather asking one of his own. “Where have you been? You’ve missed two days of school. Two. You’ve never even been late to a class before.” The hostility in his voice had somehow found a way to leave you more confused, he was acting like you were his girlfriend who had just ghosted him or something.

“Well- I-“ You stuttered, you never stuttered around Miguel, you have no idea what to say if you were being honest, this was something very different from your usual dynamic with each other. You subconsciously shifted your good foot a bit so you could support more of your weight on it. Miguel’s eyes instantly dropped to your legs, and you could have sworn that they grew a decimal bigger when they landed on your bandage leg. You didn't have a chance to properly answer before he shot another question at you.

“Who did that to you?” It came out almost in a growl, his brows furrowed together, shoulders tensing back slightly and his hands twitching into a fist for a split second before relaxing back to a more relaxed position, it felt like he was burning a hole through the leg with his eyes only. The question felt odd. Most people would ask “how’d you get that?” or “what happened to your leg?”

“Well, I was caught in that freak accident at the met on Saturday. I hurt my leg because I fell down.” You said to him as you followed his gaze down to your left leg, twisting it slightly so he could see the side better. “It’s just a scrap and a grade 1 tear… doctor said it will take 3 weeks at most to heal.” You boredly explained with a shrug, as if you were just discussing the weather.

For some reason, the way you explained it so nonchalantly made him slightly angry. Partly at you, because you were talking about it so casually, like it was a regular Wednesday night for you, when you could have gotten killed. Hell. You did almost get killed. Also partly at himself, for not noticing the injury when he had saved you that night. How he hadn't noticed the giant gash covered in dry blood on your leg, was beyond him.

Miguel let out a deep exhale as he rubbed his face with his hand, his eyes closed and his face twisted with irritation, before running the hand through his hair. “Que voy hacer contigo…” he murmured to himself under his breath, you saw his lips move but you didn’t catch a word. Before you could ask him to repeat himself, he took it upon himself to invite himself into your room, closing the door behind him. (What am I gonna do with you…)

“Hey! What are you-“

“Shut your mouth and let me help you to your bed, will you?”

“I don’t need help. I am perfectly capable of walking-“

“Limping.”

“Walking myself to bed.”

Miguel didn’t justify your argument with a rebuttal, instead he lifted you up and placed you on his shoulder like a bag of sand, before plopping you down onto your bed. Ignoring your annoyed whines and your balled up fist hitting his hard back as he took you. You let out a small grunt as you landed, before crossing your arms and glaring at him. You hated how easily he could just toss you around like a rag doll. How dare he go to the gym on his down time.

“Was that necessary O’Hara?” You huffed, your eyes following him as he slowly placed around your dorm, not even attempting to hide his shameless snooping.

“…Most likely not… but you know how much I love to mess with you, (L/N).” He remarked with a small smirk, before stopping in front of your book self and grabbed one titled “The sun and her flowers” before flipping it open to a random page.

“When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other… and promise to find you in every lifetime…” As he finishes the quote, he lifts and turns his head towards you. He wasn’t expecting you to already be looking at him first. Both of you fall into a moment of silence, before he clears his throat and closes the book, looking away. “Quite melodramatic don’t you think?” He mumbled.

You shrugged, “If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.”

He scoffs, “who said that?”

You smiled, “Edgar Allan Poe.”

Miguel couldn’t help the way his lips twitched upwards slightly as he let out another scoff. It was almost endearing the way that you slipped quotes like that into conversations so easily, if it was anyone other than you who said that he’d almost find it adorable.

“You are so pretentious, you know that (L/N)?” He states, placing the book back into its original spot before turning back to face you, taking a step towards your bed, and grabbing one of your extra pillows and placed it under your foot to elevate it before you had time to protest.

“Look who’s talking..” You glared at him, going to move your leg off the pillow so you could get off your bed to stand up once more, but your foot only came off about a few inches before Miguel’s large hand came down and firmly placed it back on the pillow, sending you a look of warning. “I don’t need you to watch me, I don’t need your petty. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself! Even if I wasn’t, you are the last person I would go to.” You scolded him, coming across a lot harsher then attending to, but it was too late to take the words back.

Rather than focusing on the smallest ping he felt in his chest after you spoke, he just put his hands up in a defensive manner, you were right, you don’t need Miguel’s help. He doesn’t know why he’s being so nice to you all of a sudden himself. Maybe he feels guilty about the whole you almost dying thing, but it wasn’t his fault you were at the museum when the green goblin struck. It’s not like you were on death’s door because of your leg, and he saved you for god’s sake, even if it was as Spider-Man and not Miguel. You might not know that, but he sure as hell does.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Miguel sighed, going to stand up straight, his warm hand leaving your leg,the sudden cold air of your room hitting your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Now it was your turn to feel the ping in your chest.

You didn’t mean for it to come off as rude as it did. Miguel was good at hiding his emotions, but if you knew one thing better than you knew yourself, it was him. Whether you liked to admit it or not, you’ve grown familiar to all of his little quirks and mannerisms, naturally you would after spending half of your academic career around the man. You noticed the way his jaw tenses ever so slightly, the smallest hesitation in his voice before he spoke, the way his grip on your ankle pulls away like your skin was made of fire and was burning his.

“No I’m sorry, that was a bit too mean, even for us.” You attempted to lighten the slightly soured mood with a small joke, hoping he wouldn’t take more offense at the jab. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you saw his lips twitch up slightly in that oh so familiar smirk that he always wore around you when he wasn’t scowling at you.

He waved his hand dismissively at your apology, before slowly passing around your room once more, this time stopping in front your small dining table, where you had been working on your homework earlier in the day. His hand coming up and grabbing the page and bringing it to eye level as he quietly went over the work. After a few seconds Miguel put the paper back down, a small tsk leaving his lips as he shook his head. You knew that reaction too well.

“What? Did I mess something up? You know I suck at quantum psychics…” You quickly stood up and made your way over to where Miguel was standing, his head turning to watch you in amusement as you limped as fast as you could to get to the table, putting your palms on it for support once you reached it. Saying you sucked was overdramatized, you were decent, knowing the basic understanding of it, which already had you ahead of a fourth of the class.

“You know you can ask me for help Muñeca, right?” God the cockiness that laced his words made your skin crawl. (Doll)

“Over my dead body.” You glared up at him, going to stand up straight as best as you could, gently hitting his arm with your hand (and ignoring the aching you felt in your hand after because apparently that man had zero body fat on him).

“Isn’t it too soon to joke like that (L/N)?” He asked with a light chuckle, causing your brows to furrow together in confusion.

“What do you mean-ohhhh.”

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May Prompts (19) Weather

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 19)

Summary: Rosie is heartbroken. Sherlock and John are furious and sad. An invitation from the elderly Holmes couple, brings back sweet memories, and might be just what the doctor ordered.

Nineteen Years Old

I was devastated and utterly heartbroken when David ended it with me. We’d been a couple for almost a year, and I was still so in love with him. I had failed to observe, had let sentiment cloud my mind, lulling me into a fantasy coated in pink and gold.

I wasn’t the only one affected by this. Dad muttered curses under his breath, while Papa alternated between fury and sorrow. He blamed himself for not seeing who David really was; a young man, too insecure about himself, needing female attention around the clock, which I was unwilling to give. I had my studies, homework, jiu jitsu, family, and my friends to consider as well, and I hadn’t wanted to spend every spare minute with David no matter how much I loved him. In my opinion, I couldn’t be blamed for needing to see other people, whom I also loved, and to maintain my interests. It was part of who I was. Nevertheless, I cried myself to sleep every night to the tones of Papa’s soothing violin.

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The next weeks went by in a daze, though I managed to study for my upcoming exams, much thanks to the sessions in the dojo, which helped clear my mind of the fog. Finally, the last exam was history and the summer lay ahead of me like a blank canvas. Me and David’s plans for going to Dublin, were obviously abandoned. Luckily, our flight tickets and hotel reservations were refundable.

Congratulations with finishing your exam, love! Are you free to have dinner at home tonight?

Dad’s request piqued my interest, as he most likely knew it would. I had no plans and answered in the affirmative. 

The day was sunny and pleasantly warm, which I felt always was the case when I had to sit inside a poorly ventilated classroom to pour all my wisdom into the exam forms.

“Let’s go to get ice cream,” I proposed to Liwia and Leyla who accompanied me out of the old school building.

“Covent Garden?” Leyla asked.

“Covent Garden,” Liwia and I agreed.

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“How are you, Bee?” Papa asked when I returned home a few hours later. 

“Not that bad actually. Glad to get the exams over with,” I said.

“Chocolate chips and raspberry,” Papa stated out of nowhere.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I muttered fondly.

“I guess not,” he admitted a bit sheepishly. “Sorry, if that…”

“It’s fine, Papa,” I assured him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Is Dad cooking or is it takeaway tonight?”

“Neither. I am cooking,” he informed me, cupped my face and kissed my forehead.

“Oh! Must be a special occasion, then,” I teased.

He huffed and told me I could help instead of being sassy. I laughed, went upstairs with my school bag and changed into a pastel green dress. When I came back, Papa ordered me to make a vinaigrette and the salad. We worked in companionable silence, while classical music streamed out of the speakers.

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“My compliments to the chefs,” Dad sighed contentedly when he’d all but licked his plate.

Papa and I stood and bowed, making lavish and silly gestures. The white wine made us pliant and relaxed. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed sharing a lovely meal with my parents. In the last months, David had always been a part of it, or at least occupied a fair amount of my thoughts. And in that moment, I felt something heavy fall from my chest. I was free and had a whole summer ahead of me to do with as I pleased without having to consult David if he approved, wanted to be a part of my plans and what not.

“So, what’s all this about?” I asked.

Papa smirked, seemingly satisfied that I hadn’t been fooled about the intent of this dinner. 

“As clever as your Papa, aren’t you?” Dad praised. “I would expect no less.”

He straightened in his seat and leant forward to catch Papa’s hand. Papa nodded and turned to face me properly.

“Granny and Pops have invited us to France next week. They obviously didn’t include you because of your initial plans with…”

Papa clenched his teeth and gripped Dad’s hand tighter.

“It’s fine, Papa. I’m getting there. No need to call in the cavalry,” I assured him and stroked his arm. “Tell me more. I haven’t been there in ages.”

“When you were eleven, I think,” Dad mused.

“Twelve,” Papa corrected him, which earned him a kiss to the back of his hand from Dad and a giggle from me.

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The house Papa’s Grand-Mère originally owned, had been inherited by Granny. A small villa close to Cannes. Théoule-sur-Mer was secluded and far less crowded than the more famous sites of the French Riviera. 

Being back brought treasured memories to mind. The warm and sunny weather, how Dad taught me to swim, Papa taking me snorkelling looking for exotic sea species, Pops reading The Little Prince in French, while simultaneously translating each paragraph, Granny’s coq-au-vin, quiche Lorraine and bouillabaisse. If there was any hint left of my heartbreak, it evaporated the second I dived into the crystal-clear water.

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MY EXPERIENCE W/ TIT TOUR (tysons 2)

( written while looping I'm Not Okay (I Promise) by MCR, and also a car alarm going off outside my dorm room repeatedly :') )

NON-SPOILER SECTION:

SO many sweet people in line. someone gave us (me, my best friend, and my other beautiful friend) custom dan & phil stickers (pictured above), there was a lovely person in cat whiskers making sure people knew the difference between the gen admission & silver line, etc. phannies have the coolest fashion sense all the sick lovely lesbians were making me nervous... <3

s/o to my best friend's running capacity we were first in merch line!!! I am so endlessly happy with my photocard haul especially the uni hoodie one that one is my FAVORITE, also I love this long-sleeve so much. I almost got more merch but I held myself back and I think that was a good call! Also a super cool phannie made custom photocards and I got a silly dan one :D

y'all already saw but I met Clo @bitchslapblastoids who is the first mutual I have ever met in real life ever! between you and me... she is super kind and also really cool :]

our seats were so good!! balcony like row F or whatever but it worked out <3 our seatmate was also very kind!!!

pre-show people danced to HOT TO GO! and someone held up a Palestine flag and we all cheered! and people were moshing to von dutch which is so beautiful to me

SPOILER SECTION:

List of favorite jokes included: "Now our show passes the Bechdel test!" "I have kind of an aloof sociopath vibe going. ... which has worked for me :)" "[I am not satisfied on screen] What was that about? // I think I was just horny that day." "Scared of my life without you when I kill you!" "Dan had depression :D!!" "Enough about the gay, we've already done the gay// Enough about the depression, we've already talked about the depression."

No "sorry daddy, I mean father" line, which is devastating, BUT we didn't get the whole 'do you think Dan Howell' can commit schpiel with the wedding... much to think about

our conspiracies were pumpkin, faked sleepless night 3, bar, and wedding! i deeply wanted the other conspiracies i am so not going to lie but it's okay...

our "one minute" tangent was about electricity, clo made a post about this but they made a God and Adam joke because Phil tried to electrocute Dan and it failed so they were just awkwardly touching fingertips for a period of time

Nothing could have prepared me for the Phil on top of Dan choking him with the llama hat thing. Like i knew it was going to happen but still nothing could have prepared me. i think i fully grabbed my best friend's arm and shoulders and shook them a bit

our confessions and like nolemodel bit were really funny shout out DMV phannies!!!

Really made me sad when phil made the joke about babysitting like NO!!! YOUR CONTENT IS THE REASON I CAN SLEEP AT NIGHT WHEN MY PARANOIA IS BAD!!!!!!!! I LOVE U HIATUS YR CONTENT PHIL!!!! But his whole thing about the hiatus being a good thing in the end because it brought us here... <333

every segment felt perfectly timed and the entire show was just so funny and good. Like ultimately i can yearn for having gotten different conspiracies or slightly different vibes but altogether it was incredible.

THE SONG WAS LIFE-CHANGING. I knew more about it thru spoilers than I had thought but either way not only was it so fucking good, like, I'm going to get I-D-G-A-F it saved me tattooed. I have decided this.

WRAP UP THOUGHTS:

I first got into Dan and Phil when I was 11/12-- my first video was post Daniel Howell rebrand, and it was Daniel and Depression, I'll give you three guesses as to why my friend at the time recommended that video. I was obviously a die-hard phan at the time, reading phic and watching the compilations and obsessed with their gaming videos. I remember being like, unfathomably depressed trying to do math homework in bed, and just 'secretely' watching their videos instead. I can remember exactly when the first WDAPTEO dropped, and like how much I wanted to go to interactive introverts but was too scared to (I think I'm glad I didn't go for personal reasons) but my friends did go. I remember I was leaving summer gym class before I started HS when Basically I'm Gay dropped, and watching it-- but I was 13 almost 14, closeted, and while it resonated with me it didn't really hit me that strongly? I remember being most taken aback by the confirmation of their relationship, and the conclusion Dan left about his own sexuality had an impact on me wrt rejecting the constraints of labels, but it didn't really hit me crazily. during hiatus years I watched solo AP semi often but so much was happening... obviously, when the hiatus returned, i came back full force. when it's summer and i can't sleep at night, I watch AP hiatus years solo content; I watched most of the Dystopia Dailys; I saw We're All Doomed's digital release w/ the same best friend I went to TIT with; and obviously, you all have seen me talk about their collaborative content. But after that time, maybe even a bit before the hiatus ended, I rewatched Basically I'm Gay. after all I went through in high school (nothing quite like his experiences, but aspects of it resonated through), that video hit me like a fucking truck-- it made me realize the inherent amount that my queer identity played in my trauma, and it like... made me really emotional lol. also, Phil's openness about his chronic illness has meant a lot especially as I battle with my own-- not chronic illness, but, physical health battles. So when they sang IDGAF it saved me, that was like fucking earth-shattering to me, because they did save me! from when i was 12 years old struggling to do work, wondering why i was so tired every day but at least having them to cheer me up-- to being 19 years old, joints aching and emotionally stressed, watching their pizza mukbang 2 and seeing how much happier they are, how much happier I am. they saved me. and i love them so, so fucking much.

On a very different note, seeing them live has colored my whole, uh, envisioning Dan Howell being trapped in my head in order to cope with my day to day mental isolation, issue, as being like... maybe not the move. so i'm trying to get more used to the quiet of my own head, but hey, over the years, they've helped a lot with that.

I wish i could have met them just to say all these things i'm realizing now, after seeing the show. but TLDR: TIT tysons 2 was the best night of my life. i love them, i love them, i love them, i love them, and i hope they know. i dunno how to move forward with my life after an experience like last night, just, God. i love you dan and phil. i love you phandom. it saved me. TIT saved me.

[cherllyio]

You’re scenarios for parent Pigsy were really fun 🤩

If you take requests could you make something similar for ShadowJadePeach (Macaque, Wukong, and Nüwa) being parents (or at least awkward step-parent in Macaque’s case) to MK (and maybe Bai He (LBD’s host)).

Please 🙏😊

I would love to! Lets go!

Macaque, Wukong, and Nuwa trying to be parents to MK( plus Bai He)

List:

Macaque and Wukong deal with all their issues, while trying to MK from going Apeshit.

Nuwa thinks she understand humans, because she made them, she doesent

"Nuwa, Wukong and Macaque babysitting Bai He and MK"

The scenarios are mostly silly little stories of them trying to be good parental figures or scenarios that could possibly happen in season 5.

Also, if anyone wanna draw or use any of the scenarios in any way, im completly happy with that! Just tag me, so i can reblog it and love it forever :)

Scenario 1: "Macaque and Wukong deal with all their issues, while trying to stop MK from going Apeshit"

This is acutally something, i think, could happen in the show.

So, Macaque and Wukong are trying to deal with all their past issues(which there is a lot of). And tts not going great though, and they end up having an argument again.

Suddenly MK steps into the room. He is really struggling with all the "mystic monkey busniess" going on in his life, so he thinks talking with the "mystic monkeys" would help.

Problem is, Wukong and Macaque are too mad eachother to do anthing to help, other than making it worse soooo. MK just leaves, now having it even worse with his "monkey fate", since earlier he had a small fight with Mei. Nothing big, but with Macaque and Wukong fighting, and them being an awfully lot like him and Mei, he is starting to get scared that they will end up like them. And that he will end up hurting Mei.

So in the middle of MK having this chrisis, a sort of Steven Universe future panic(if you know the refernce), Wukong and Macaque finally come to their senses and reailise something very important. To help MK, they have to understand what went wrong with them, so MK and Mei dont end up on the same road.

And in that way, we get the "Macaque and Wukong backstory" :D

Scenario 2: " Nuwa thinks she understand humans, because she made them, she doesent"

One day, MK goes to pick up Bai He from school(big brother and little sister vibes). Sadly it starts raining(a lot), so they cant get home. (Kinda like this scene from my neighbor Tortoro).

Nuwa sees this and picks them up, where she is then thanked and told that they quickly have to get Bai He home, before her parents get too worried.

But instead of just driving a little bit faster Nuwa goes almost full GOD MODE, and drives faster than fucking Wukong on his cloud. They almost drive several people over, several cars crash into eachother because of it, and a lot of people have gained new trauma because of it.

The kids are screaming, yet Nuwa just interepts this as to go FASTER.

They make it to Bai He's home, safe and sound, but lets just say that MK and Bai He are just gonna wait next time it rains that much.

(The reason MK didnt use his staff? He forgot)

Scenario 3: "Nuwa, Wukong and Macaque babysitting Bai He and MK"

Pigsy was supposed to take care of Bai He, because her parents were doing something that day, but something came up. And MK cant do it, because he accdently broke one of his legs, and Pigsy doesent wanna push him too much because of it.

And since neither Mei, Tang, Sandy or any resbonibly adult he knows, can help, he calls Nuwa, Wukong and Macaque.

The little trio sees this as a great possibilty to get closer to the kids, but its gets a biiiit chaotic with the following things happening:

Macaque gets a bit jelaous, and tries to train MK a bit, yet this ends in MK breaking his arm too(dont ask, neither of them dont know how it happend)

Bai He asks Nuwa if she can help her with her homework. This though ends up in Nuwa crying over Math homework.

Wukong tries to cook some food, but gets too cocky, and ends up making litteral poison, that could kill a god.

Dont worry, they order some Pizza, put on a show and they actually have quite a nice time after that.

Pigsy just finds them sleeping together on the couch, and suspects nothing. (though he was surprised the house wasnt burned down)

[mintpigeon]

Maybe you have an electronic device that barely works anymore but you can't replace yet. Maybe you struggle in classes because you don't understand a thing and don't like what you're studying at all. Maybe you realised some of your "friends" aren't exactly good people and you may have to cut ties with them soon. Maybe your big project might never become real no matter the energy you put in it. Or you just lost hope in this world because what the fuck is wrong with some people?...

But that doesn't undermine those hours having a good time with kind internet strangers on a silly online game. This one creation you're very proud of (doesn't have to be a drawing, could be anything you made). Those happy memories you made in the past with people you'll never forget, even if they end up forgetting you. Or the new ones you'll make with the friends you've made recently. That very cool YouTube playlist you found that hits just right. That one music or sound that soothes your mind. Or maybe that medication you took is doing its effect and calming your mental health symptoms, your pain, or even making your voice deeper if it's T.

So remember those moments when you must do that task you've put off for way too long. Go through that rough period of time. So go do that homework you've been putting off. Go wash your binder if you own one. Go do some sport if you have the energy to. Remember even if it's hard at first, that you can do it, even one task a day at a time. Can't do it today? Who knows, maybe tomorrow will be your lucky day!

(Those are examples from my own life to motivate myself to do those things I listed, but feel free to think of your own positive stuff and stuff you must do and go through. Also sorry for the long post I felt like writing this... instead of doing my homeworks, ironically. Oops-)

[1moreff-creator]

Happy Birthday Eden Tobisa!

Turns out our favorite clock girly has her birthday on New Year's Eve! What a nice date for such a nice girl! Let's do a character analysis, fun facts, and songs!

-We know relatively little about Eden's backstory. The most notable thing we know about her life before the killing game, apart from her fascination with clocks, is what is revealed in her chapter 2 secret: "Ever since you kissed her, you were afraid your sexuality would ruin your friendships." Which is pretty straightforward; she's canonically a lesbian and is worried it would negatively affect her friendships.

-Literally the only other thing we know about her backstory is that she lived in Japan for a small period of time when she was younger, before moving back to the US. This was revealed in a Q&A.

(... You know, I made a deranged theory in my Mai post that maybe the girl that Eden kissed was actually Mai. It wasn't very serious, since it was just a silly way to try to explain what the hell Eden's quote in the Mai page could mean. But... we know Teruko was in Japan for a while when she was younger, and it's theorized she knew Mai before being separated from her at some point. Combined with Mai's name being seemingly Japanese, it could imply Mai also lived in Japan at some point. And if that's the case, it's possible she met Eden there? To be clear, that's still an insane possibility, but I do find it a funny possibility, which is why I'm sharing it)

-Apart from that, Eden's defining trait is her optimism and her trust in others. She sticks to Teruko's side even after she starts pushing everyone away in CH 1, and confesses to her that she believes "not caring about others is the worst way to live." She's importantly not naive, she does know their situation is horrible, but still she constantly searches for an exit and tries to build good friendships with the others.

-This includes baking with Min, Rose and Teruko in CH1, inviting Teruko and Arei to make clocks on CH2, etc. Basically, she's awesome and nice and mature.

-Also she loves clocks. Regular Ultimate stuff, she can apparently spend hours and hours working and losing track of time.

-Although for such an optimistic character, her secret quote is quite ominous. "You can't go back, no matter how hard you try." We have zero clue what this means at the moment, but at least it does fit the symbolism of time always moving forward.

-Meanwhile, her quote in the Mai page is "She kept calling the number, even though no one picked it up." This is even more incomprehensible! Eden, what in the world are you talking about?

-Alright, David MV. She doesn't have a color in Color Theory, but her numeral is XII (twelve). Go to 1:48:28 in this video for an explanation. God it's so convenient to have that lol.

Alright fun facts!

-As stated, her birthday (December 31st) lands on New Year's Eve. Maybe representing new beginnings or change, which certainly goes well with her character. How nice!

-Like most of the cast, she's American and right-handed.

-She's one of the only characters with dyed hair. Her hair was originally just brown.

-Her favorite color is daffodil yellow, because it's happy, and her least favorite color is blue, because it's "kind of a downer color." Areden shippers in shambles.

-Her favorite ice cream flavor is honeycomb. I didn't even know that existed but go off queen.

-She enjoys cute fashion, but also enjoys wearing androgynous style clothing.

-She likes food which is fun to make or prepare. How nice!

-She's biracial; her mother is black and her father is Japanese. This is why she spent a bit of time in Japan when she was younger.

-Her name in kanji is 飛佐【とび ・ さ】楽【いーでん】. Gonna leave any actual meaning as homework, but it's worth noting her name was anglicized. I think that would translate to "Iden", but her mother liked the name "Eden", so they went with that instead.

Finally, songs that remind me of her!

-Positive Parade by DECO*27

-Gone Fishing by Ghost & Pals (friendship!)

-Aura by Ghost & Pals

-In Iolite by Ghost & Pals

-Magnet by minato

-Those Who Carried On by Ghost & Pals

-I'm Glad You're Evil Too by PinocchioP

And Happy Birthday! And a happy new year! Well wishes to all you Tumblr peeps. Take care!

[hatelangdon]

Unsaid.

Frat!Kyle Spencer x fem!reader ✧ Angst/hurt comfort

Pt 1 of ? ✧ 3.6k words

Taglist: n/a

(🚨 Warnings: talk of s/a from a parent, Beating, Abuse, Self Deprication, crying, panic attack. 🚨)

Summary: Kyle was supposed to be gone for a entire week for spring break, he comes back in 2 days with a harrowing confession.

(A/N: This is dark and heavy and I tried my hardest to be respectful and represent Kyle as a victim of abuse in a realistic and dignified way. I will be writing a part 2 where Kyle begins his healing journey such as attending therapy and going into more depth of what his mother did, finding resources at the school's LGBTQ center, and asserting boundaries into the relationship between himself and the reader. I don't want to "put him to bed and be done with it" because I don't think that I will be satisfied if I don't give him even a piece of justice that the show failed to. I also tried to add more dimension into Kyle's character instead of making him some happy- go lucky frat boy fairytale. Yes he is a sweetheart, but he is allowed to be angry, upset, and stand-offish because trauma sometimes presents itself that way and he is human...at least in this state.)

There's also like 3 time skips which aren't my favorite but it be like that sometimes, honestly.

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The spring semester of your freshman year had brought you fresh flowers for your dorm, warm sunshine, and a blonde headed angel who loved you more than life itself,

Kyle Spencer.

You had met him in your Psych class. His unspoken, ”assigned” seat was right in front of you and you both sat alone, so when the professor said “turn to your neighbor.” Kyle would turn to face you.

Turning to your neighbor soon turned into doing projects together, helping each other with homework, and spending late nights in the library showing each other your favorite songs and eating off the McDonalds dollar menu when you were supposed to be studying.

Kyle was the sweetest guy you had ever met, he could light up a room just by walking in and flashing that beautiful, dimpled, smile and despite being a frat boy, he never treated you differently around his frat brothers and always made sure that the women in the room were respected and felt safe around them.

You two had been attached at the hip since you met. You had a single dorm so sleepovers were always on the table, especially because Kyle hated sleeping in the frat house, it was loud, and sticky, at least that's how he described it.

He always preferred to lay in your bed where it was warm and smelled like your perfume, he was happy to join in whatever you were doing as long as you would have him. You two would listen to music, podcasts, read to each other, eventually falling asleep with your limbs entangled every single time.

Kyle never felt like a burden when he spent time with you.

There was no label to your relationship, it was just something for you to cherish with one another.

It went on like that for 2 months, until Kyle officially asked you to be his girlfriend, right before you moved out of your dorm for the summer. You were finishing up packing your things away and there he was, looking bright and handsome at your door nervously fidgeting with the vase that held a a bouquet of lego flowers.

“I wanted to give you something I made, sentimental y'know?…and I also wanted to give you flowers that never die.”

A small note around the vase read,  ‘Y/n, be my girlfriend?’

Of course you had said yes, with 0 hesitation. It was simple, silly, and sweet just like he was, and Kyle was officially yours.

Although he was your Prince Charming, Kyle did have his shortcomings, he had a habit of shutting himself in when he was upset and completely ignoring you for days, especially when he had come back from visiting home. 

When he finally came back around he always apologized and told you that it was issues with his family, but he didn’t like to talk about it and you never wanted to push him.

Kyle also had…issues with intimacy, with touch really. You two had never had sex, you didn’t mind of course. He just said he wasn’t ready, and you respected his choices. You two had almost done it at least 100 times, you could literally feel him melting underneath you as simple kisses turned into steamy makeout sessions, but he would always just push you off at the last minute. Kyle didn’t really like when you touched him at all unless he initiated it, especially at the beginning of your relationship. You would be talking to him and put a hand on his thigh and he would just suddenly tense up and move your hand to your own lap, if you came up behind him and put your hand on his back he would physically bend himself away from your touch.

That's just how Kyle was, physical touch wasn't his love language and he was...jumpy, the worst part was when you would be trying to express something with your hands and he would flinch and shut his eyes for a split second, like he was afraid you might hit him. He had blamed it on the roughhousing from his frat brothers, but you had always second guessed his response and kept it in the back of your mind, making sure you were gentle with him. 

Things had definitely gotten better as your relationship matured, Kyle was much more relaxed and comfortable with your touches but he did still have his moments where he didn't really want to be touched and he got agitated if you kept initiating it, but he was never mean about it. He was always gentle, but he would distance himself.

Friday, 6:39 p.m. -------------------------------

It had officially been a year since you had met Kyle, spring was rolling back around and everyone was getting ready to hit the beach and visit their families during spring break. 2 whole weeks of no exams, classes, or projects.

You sat at the edge of his bed, kicking your feet and watching him pack his bags for his weeklong trip back home. 

“are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” He batted his big brown eyes at you.

“you know, I would my love,” You gave him a smile as you watched him try to shove 14 shirts into a duffle bag already filled with clothes, “But I told Zoe that we would hang out, and you know we don't see each other often.”

“Yeah, yeah I know!" He playfully threw a red shirt your way, “that’s a tomato! I’m throwing tomatoes at you! boooooo! boooooo!”

“you're such a cornball!” You shook your head, admiring how cute he looked in the warm tones of the sun illuminating the room, “But I do love it, and I promise you, next time you go out to visit your mom I’ll come with you.”

“I’m only a cornball for you so don’t go telling anyone” he flashed his dimpled smile your way, “I won’t forget your promise, I really need you there with me.” he said the last part quieter as he held your hands in his,

“Ky,” you cooed “I know you and your mom fight a lot, but I am just a phone call away if you need me, babe. I’ll always be there for you.”

“Yeah…I know ” His eyes shifted like he wanted to say something else but instead he just fidgeted with your hands and looked down, you had noticed that he seemed on edge every time it was time to go back home.

“Honey?,” You gently raised his head with a finger to his chin so his eyes could meet your own,

“you don't have to go if somethings bothering you…you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” You rubbed his hand with your thumbs.

Kyle tensed up, and he removed his hands from yours.

“if there was something wrong, I wouldn't be going back home, y/n.” He gave you a dismissive smile “Don’t worry so much.” 

“I’ll try not to” you smiled back, kissing the dimple in his right cheek, “I do have to get going Ky, there's a bonfire on the beach tonight and I have to get ready before Zoe bites my head off" you smiled gently, "it's not too late for you to come with me, it's a long drive. Why don't you just leave tomorrow morning and i'll come with you?"

Kyle sighed "I would, trust me no one wants to drive 6 hours in the dead of night. But if I don't go tonight and get a 'full week with her' it'll be a whole thing." 

"Okayyy, but call me as soon as you hit the road and when you get there and make sure you eat something before you go." you placed another gentle kiss on his cheek. 

"I will," he blinked twice, his cheeks blushed from being completely flustered, how did he ever score someone as sweet as you? "have fun. I love you" 

"I love you too, blondie”

You were about to make your way out the door, but Kyle stopped you, suddenly yelling your name,

"Oh wait, y/n!"

You jumped, but turned back around, meeting his dark eyes as he approached you with something in his hand.

"Oh- sorry I didn't mean to scare you," he placed a kiss on your cheek as a apology, "I almost forgot! I got you something."

"Really?"

"Happy anniversary!" Kyle opened his hand to show you the gift, it was a dainty gold necklace with a pearl pendant hung from it, "it's vintage avon? I don't know what that is but the lady at the shop said that you'd look pretty in it after I showed her a picture and of course I agreed." He scratched his neck, nervously "I told her you were into v-vintage things, so-"

You cut off Kyle's rambling with a kiss, seeing that he was blushing like he had never spoken to you before.

You pulled away with a smile, "It's beautiful Ky, thank you baby...but i'm confused?"

His eyes widened, worried that he had messed up.

"I know, I should've asked you if you preferred silver or gold-"

"no, no, no it's not that at all!" You cut him off "You asked me to be your girlfriend in June, it's only April."

"I fell in love with you in April."

You felt your heart swell in your chest, "You're too sweet, I would've got you something, if I knew we were doing gifts!"

"Don't even worry about it," He spun you around so he could place the necklace around your neck, the lady at the store was right it did look beautiful on you. "I don't want to keep you for much longer y/n." He glanced at the time, it was nearing 7:30 and you were supposed to be meeting Zoe at 8:45, "Go have fun with your friends, I don't want you to be late."

You gave Kyle a gentle smile, he was always so considerate and warm.

"I love you Kyle, i'll see you when you get back."

"I love you too, y/n! I miss you already!"

You sealed your goodbyes with a final kiss, and then you were off.

Friday, 10:07 PM ------------------------------

“is that Y/n y/l/n?!” Zoe nearly tackled you in a hug as soon as she spotted you standing on the beach, it had been a year and a half since the last time you saw each other. You had been the best of friends in high school but after her boyfriend passed...tragically, she moved away and you lost touch. 

You had reconnected on instagram when she found out you were going to college in Louisiana, and that's when she revealed her truth to you. Zoe was a witch, and she studied amongst other girls just like herself at a school, about a hour away from yours. You didn't believe her at first but you were quickly turned into a believer when she "enchanted" the admissions office attendant so you could have a single dorm.

When you weren't with Kyle, you were face timing Zoe. You two talked every single day, it didn't matter if it was 2 a.m. You two had to talk for at least an hour. It wasn't practical for you to see each other in person often, so when she invited you to a beach party for spring break, you couldn't pass up the opportunity to see your bestie.

"Hi Zoe!" you hugged her back, resting your head on her shoulder “it's cold out here!” you zipped your hoodie up over your swimsuit,

"I know, I was freezing my ass off," she held onto you a little tighter, so you could warm yourself up with the heat of her body against your own. “They should be starting the bonfire soon, do you want a drink? it'll warm you up.”

"Yeah, i'm just gonna have a shot-"

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and you were quick to grab it

"who's calling?" Zoe peered over your shoulder,

You pulled your phone out to check, happy to see Kyle's name "It's my boyfriend."

Zoe let you go, giving you privacy "i'm gonna grab you a vodka sprite, i'll be back."

You watched as she walked off towards a cooler, and answered your phone.

"Hi Ky"

"Hey y/n I'm leaving right now, just letting you know." 

You could hear his car engine roaring to life in the background

You wished that he could see your facial expression, you were shocked.

"It's 10:00 p.m. Kyle! Why are you just leaving out? You won't get there until 4 in the morning!" 

"...I procrastinated" 

"Well why don't you just meet me at the beach? I don't want you driving this late on all of those backroads."

"As much as I would absolutely love to party with you, I have to get going. My mom has already called me 7 times wondering where I am."

You could tell that he was frustrated just from the slight change in his tone of voice "I'll be okay y/n," it sounded like he was reassuring himself more than you, "I just left 7/11 to get a red bull, its the white one you like, so hopefully it will keep me up."

You exhaled through your nose, he was already on the road so their was no changing it. "Just make sure you're driving safely okay?"  You knew that his mind would be more clear if he got some sleep and drove in the daylight, but you didn't want to start a petty argument.

"I will. I'll call you in the morning."

"Okay, I love you Ky...enjoy your trip."

"I love you more y/n, enjoy your party."

"Bye, baby."

"Bye."

As the line dropped in your ear, Zoe was right in front of you handing over a red solo cup, smiling.

"Vodka sprite for my angel and a lemon white claw for me. Cheers."

"Thanks, Zoe" You two clinked your drinks together and simultaneously took a sip, watching as the flames of the bonfire illuminated both of your faces in warm orange lighting.

She pointed to your chest, "cute necklace by the way."

Sunday 3:17 a.m. ------------------

Three cranberry white claws later, Zoe had dropped you off at your dorm, luckily you had slept off most of your hangover so you weren't completely out of it when you were woken up by a knock at your door,.

you sat up in bed eyes blurred,

“Who is it?” You shouted, annoyed by the intrusion of your rest.

There was no response, the knocking just persisted.

 You were feeling better luckily, so you took a long sip of the strawberry gatorade that sat on your nightstand, and stumbled over to the door checking the peep hole and see who in their right mind could be at your door this early. 

You were met with fluffy blonde hair and brown eyes….it was Kyle.

You opened the door immediately, vision still adjusting to the lights in the hallway. You were happy to see him.

“Ky? What are you doing here?” You gasped, “did I sleep for a whole week?!”

Kyle didn’t say anything at all, he was barely even listening. He just gave you a glassy eyed stare, before collapsing into your arms.

You managed to catch him, holding up his entire body with your own even though you were dazed and confused

“I missed you too Ky-” you realized that he wasn’t just hugging you, his entire body was shaking…he was crying, hard and holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. 

You were immediately concerned,

“Kyle? Are you okay?“ You rubbed his back, allowing him to cry it out into your shoulder.

“Come on baby, work with me” You had to drag him into the room, because he was still standing in the doorway and you couldn’t hold him up much longer. 

You were gentle with your movements, cautiously laying him down on your bed so you could fully assess what was wrong.

 He looked up at you through wet eyelashes, his face was swollen and red, his beautiful brown eyes were puffy from the salty tears that streamed down his face, and his lip was busted and bleeding.

 The sight of him so hurt broke your heart into 1000 pieces, and the sight of you looking down in him made him feel pathetic, why was he the one crying at your door when he cheated? how could he be upset when he had kept a secret from you for so long? All of his thoughts ran circles around his head.

He covered up his face with his hands, not wanting you to see him like this,

“Don’t look at me, i'm so sorry y/n” he sniffled, trying to curl in on himself.

“Kyle, no don’t shut me out, please.” You placed a hand on his head trying to run your hands through his blonde curls to calm him down, but he moved himself away, suddenly. His eyes wide with panic as he backed himself into the corner where your bed met the wall, his eyebrows furrowed in a unreadable expression.

You stood back from the bed, giving him some room to breathe. You could read Kyle like a book so you could recognize when he was in distress.

“I know you said you don't like to talk about it…but you’re hurt Ky, please just talk to me.” Your words were calm and your voice remained low. You got on your knees, kneeling by the side of the bed to make yourself smaller and non threatening.

“I called you, and you didn’t answer…” he looked at you through his fingers, his breaths were shallow and panicked he could barely manage to get the words out, “I needed you.”

“Kyle I was asleep-“ You took a breath, you didn't want to be combative especially when he was so vulnerable "I'm sorry baby, I was asleep. I know you needed me."

“If you were there, maybe she wouldn’t have touched me...maybe that would have stopped her.” his voice was just above a whisper, but you heard him loud and clear. 

Your heartbeat sped up, you had your assumptions but you were hoping that you were wrong, “Who ky?..who touched you?” 

He sniffled, his entire face flushed red with despair. He couldn't hide away this time, he was right in front of you. “…My mother”

“She hit you? Is that how you hurt your lip?” You tilted your head to the side, giving him an understanding look.

He took a couple seconds before nodding, his head hung sadly as he tried to stop his tears from flowing.

“she touched me, y/n”

In seconds you felt tears well up in your own eyes, you understood exactly what he meant. It was like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room as you both looked at each other in silence, you didn't know how to respond...you didn't know how to comfort him.

Kyle noticed the tears in your eyes and he was immediately regretful, his sobs breaking the silence, as he reached out to you.

"I never meant to cheat on you y/n! I'm sorry please don't leave me I didn't mean it-" He was cut off, hyperventilating and trying to catch his breath, distressing himself even more.

"Kyle no, i'm not mad at you! I could never be mad at you for that!" You pulled him into your arms, wrapping your arms tightly around him, his head resting on your chest where he could feel the quickness of your heartbeat, "You didn't do anything wrong, Ky. It's not your fault."

You rubbed his back with tender hands, repeating your words over and over as you held him close, what more could you say? Kyle felt immediate safeness in your warm embrace, you were a gentle rain that cleansed the worry in his mind.

You two stayed like that for at least 5 minutes, you just allowed Kyle to feel his feelings and cry as long as he needed to.

"My whole body hurts." He sniffled, his cries had turned into a dull, throbbing, sinus headache.

"I can get you some Advil." You removed your arms from around him, and cupped his face in your hands, meeting his teary brown eyes, "I'll get you some PJ's too." You left a soft kiss on his forehead, and Kyle melted into your touch. He truly felt loved and cared for, you knew exactly what he needed without him having to speak.

You let him go and handed him your water bottle, "Drink up baby, i'll be back."

You retrieved the pajamas he kept in your dorm from the drawers in your closet and grabbed two Advil from the medicine cabinet in your bathroom.

You presented him with the red flannel pants, a white t-shirt and two blue pills which he took gratefully.

After he was changed, he laid down next to you letting the breeze of the fan by your bed cool him down.

You both lied there, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling "...do you want to talk about it Ky?"

Kyle took a few seconds, “not tonight, please....i'm exhausted, y/n."

“I understand, Ky. Whenever you're ready, i'll listen okay?"

He nodded, thankful that you would never try to push him, "Thank you y/n for everything, I love you"

"I love you too, blondie. Get some rest, you need it."

Kyle just nodded in agreement.

As both of your eyes grew heavy, Kyle curled into your side, resting his head on the warmth of your chest. He brought his hand up, caressing the pearl on the necklace he had given you with his thumb for his own comfort. He was pleasantly surprised that you had kept it on, and eternally grateful for how much love you showed him.

In the darkness of his mind, you appeared as a warm ray of light, and he was more than happy to be back in your arms, where he could leave his worries behind.

[siren-serenity]

ingame voicelines

what would they say about you? would they murmur sweet compliments or chuckle at your silly mistakes? in which yuu asks these strange students of night raven college about you: and is surprised to find out that they have lovers?

characters: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, gn!reader warnings: reader is not yuu! a/n: feedback is appreciated!

"have you seen y/n around? they promised me that they would have tea with me around this time...oh? they had to stay back to help professor crewel? *chuckle* i always knew my king of hearts was very studious but still..."

"no! yuu, don't sit there! rule 29 of the queen of hearts, only the king of hearts can sit on the right side of the queen! phew, you almost broke a rule. i didn't want to have your head, not during the unbirthday party."

"oh, hello yuu! 'why am i smiling?' you asked? well, *blushes* my king just came to wish me good luck for my riding competition before pinning their good-luck brooch onto my outfit. i'm so blessed to have them..."

"grrr, hey. herbivore. if you see y/n around, tell them to come to their king. i can't sleep without them.....why are you laughing?"

"hm? you asked why did i ask ruggie to get me two sandwiches instead of one? y/n's joining me today to play a round of chess. they've been insisting on spending quality time as a couple, tch. they're so sweet........you heard me? no, you didn't."

"*sigh* the one time i actually want to go to class and i'm being hounded by a curious herbivore...what do you want, yuu? *listens* hmm? i'm gonna go to class because y/n's in it. now, move. they're waiting for me and i have no intentions of keeping them waiting."

"who is y/n? oh, they were someone who i made a deal with in the past. why do you look so worried, yuu? do not fear, i hold y/n too close in my heart to hurt them."

"terribly sorry but i cannot permit you to sit there...why? my beloved adores sitting there, staring into mostro's aquarium while doing their homework is one of their favorites...i cannot allow anyone else to take away their happiness."

"when did i meet y/n? let's see...it was during our childhood. we grew up together; y/n always defended me from my bullies like my knight in shining armor. i still cannot believe that they stayed with me through everything even going as far to joining me at the surface and enrolling in night raven college together. *lovesick smile* oh, what did i do to deserve them?"

"yuu! what a glorious day it is today- hmm? what does 'amour de ma vie' mean? *snickers* your pronunciation is so cute, but needs some work, mon ami! amour de ma vie means love of my life..."

"what do i love about them? why, i could go on for centuries! their smile is like the sun; it gives me life and reasons to live. i could never go a day without seeing their beautiful face caressed by the morning dawn nor could i go a day without seeing their peaceful expression as they slumber into the evening night. *sees yuu's taken-aback expression and laughs* apologies, yuu. i could never shut up when it comes to mon amour."

"excuse me, yuu! please step aside for a moment. *prepares his bow and arrow to fire* don't fear! i'm simply sending an arrow of love to mon amour...*fires before smiling at a shocked yuu* don't worry, the arrow is enchanted to not hurt them, it's a spell of protection from their beloved hunter...*smiles dreamily* i wonder how they shall reply! *arrow fires back, nearly hitting yuu but rests in a grinning rook's hand. he reads it before dashing away but not before shouting over his shoulder* goodbye, mon ami! mon cheri awaits me!"

[oceans-goddess]

Tyler Galpin x Reader Pt. 5-- An Interruption

A/N: So sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out! It has been a busy week, and I have been sick. Anyways, I wanted to try something a little different today, so this is more from Tyler’s POV. I hope you enjoy!

Link to Pt. 4

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Coming to the Weathervane became a daily routine for you after your first date with Tyler. You would walk in, take the booth closest to the counter, and pull out your homework while Tyler brought over the usual: a hot chocolate and a croissant. Both of you looked forward to seeing each other every afternoon.

At times, when it was a quiet day, Tyler would have a few moments to sit with you as you worked, and though you enjoyed his company more than anything, it was Tyler who truly felt at peace once you walked into the shop. He would never tell you outright-- he was afraid that being too forward would scare you off-- but seeing you was the best part-- his favorite part-- of every day. You were his escape from school, from work, from home. You brought him so much peace without even trying.

“Whatcha workin’ on today?” he asked, lowering himself onto the booth across from you. You looked up through your eyelashes in a way that made his heart flutter no matter how many times you did it.

“Just some notes on this book we are reading. Not much other homework tonight,” you responded, looking more relaxed than usual. On some days, Tyler would watch as your brows pulled together in frustration over confusing material. Other days, the exhaustion would make itself known in your shoulders and under your eyes. Though you always smiled at him when you came in, it worried him that your school work often became too much for you.

“Oh, good,” he responded, grinning. “Then you have time for a walk at the end of my shift?”

You answered with a simple nod, then pulled his right hand across the table. After a moment of confusion, he realized that you were drawing a smiley face onto his wrist with the pen you were using to take notes.

It wasn’t fair, he thought, that something so small, so silly, could make him want to melt into the very booth.

When you were done, he held your hand in his, squeezed twice, and stood up to clean up behind the counter.

From there, he could sneak peaks at you as you both worked. He loved the slight side smile that tugged at your lips when you read, and the way you shook our hair out of your eyes even though it always fell back into the same place. He loved that your toes tapped against the linoleum floor when you got impatient, and the way little red flowers blossomed across the table when you were frustrated. He loved the way you’d pull your sweater up to cover your nose on particularly chilly afternoons, and the way yellow wood sorrel petals would slither from under your sleeves when he managed to say something particularly suave. But most of all, he loved when you’d catch him watching you, for two reasons:

1, because you looking at him meant that you were thinking about him too, and

2, because it gave him a chance to smile into those calm y/e/c eyes for a moment-- to get completely caught up in all of you, even if the two of you were across the room from each other.

When the two of you looked at each other like that, the rest of the world felt so much brighter.

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“We can walk down a few blocks, make a left, and do a big circle, and then I can walk you back to school,” Tyler suggested, shrugging on his jacket outside of the coffee shop. You were glad his shifts never ended too late; it meant that you got to have full conversations with him afterward instead of talking to him at work when he was busy with orders.

Walks like these were much easier than the first. After all that you’d told him, Tyler didn’t bring up your past. He assumed you would tell him anything you wanted him to know in time. Instead, the two of you gushed over books, played new songs for each other, and talked about nothing.

It was perfect.

“Sounds good,” you said now, and you blushed when he smiled at you. The two of you made to walk down the sidewalk, only to be stopped short by a man in a dark uniform turn the corner from the small parking lot and begin walking toward you.

“Tyler,” the man said gruffly, then, upon seeing you holding Tyler’s hand, paused. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“I, uh, who is this?”

You smiled a lopsided half-smile, but looked down at the hem of your skirt. Tyler shifted his weight uncomfortably. He hadn’t expected to see his father until much later that night.

“Uh, dad, this is y/n. Y/n,” he said, turning to you, “this is my dad, Donovan.” You nodded and smiled wider, but in focusing so hard on not bursting into flower petals where you stood, you failed to say anything.

“Well, it’s, uh, it’s nice to meet you, y/n,” Mr. Galpin said. After a moment of awkward silence, he took a step forward and leaned in slightly.

“Listen, Tyler, I don’t mean to, uh, interrupt, but I came to get you. We need to get home and talk. It’s important.”

Now was anything but the time to call him home, he thought, cringing at the thought of you seeing him be dragged home by his dad.

“Can it wait? I promised y/n I’d walk her home--”

“Ty, now’s not really the time to argue,” Mr. Galpin responded quickly, and though the urgency was clear in his voice, his dismissal of his son seemed to ring in your ears. Tyler had mentioned a few times that he didn’t get along well with his father, but seeing the strain on their relationship in front of you felt entirely different.

“But, dad, it’s already dark. She can’t just--”

“Fine, we will drive her home, and then you will come home with me.” The officer turned on his heel and began walking in the direction from which he came, clearly expecting you both to follow.

Once you were tucked into the back of the cruiser with Tyler, which was just as uncomfortable as it looked, Mr. Galpin asked you where you wanted to be dropped off.

“Uh, the front gates at Nevermore are fine,” you said quietly. Mr. Galpin immediately stiffened, and you knew you’d said the wrong thing.

“You... you’re a Nevermore student?” he asked. Tyler wanted desperately to be anywhere else, and his anger burned hot on his face. It took a long time for you to respond.

“Yes,” was all you said. The rest of the ride was completely silent.

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Tyler didn’t know which was more intense at the moment, his anger at his father for being so rude to you, or his embarrassment at not being able to do anything about it. He’d watched with a lame, apologetic grimace on his face as Mr. Galpin kept his gaze from you and sped away from Nevermore.

The moment you were out of sight, he swiveled his head so his gaze was no longer out the window at you, but instead on his father.

“What is the problem?” he asked, though he wished he’d had the courage to ask it more belligerently.

“We’ll discuss it when we get home,” Mr. Galpin reminded, but Tyler rolled his eyes.

“No, not the problem from before. You seem to have a problem with y/n. You all but ignored her the whole ride!”

His father huffed before speaking.

“I don’t understand why you are so set against me, Tyler,” was all he said. Tyler put his head in his hands.

“What are you talking about?” the boy asked, his fingers threatening to pull strands of hair from his scalp in frustration. Mr. Galpin never took his gaze away from the road.

“I let you have that silly little job at the coffee shop, I let you keep your secrets with that ridiculous therapist you see, and now you want me to let you hang around with a bunch of delinquents? How do you think everyone else in this town will see me now that you’ve spent your time in public with that girl?”

Speechless, Tyler felt the tension between them bubble as Mr. Galpin turned right onto a quiet road.

“You,” he said after a few agonizingly awkward moments, “You can’t seriously feel that way about Nevermore students.” Mr. Galpin scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Tyler, just go hang out with normal kids. Why do you always have to make things difficult?”

For the first time in a long time, Tyler had felt at ease in Jericho; you had brought so much calm everywhere you went, despite your ability to get flustered easily. And now his father expected him to give it up?

“I’m not making anything difficult! She’s my—“

He stopped himself short, and quickly steered the course of the sentence in a different direction, silently promising to revisit the exciting idea of you as his girlfriend another time.

“—friend,” he finally managed. “The best friend I’ve had in a long time. You can’t just—“

“Yes, I very well can!” interjected the officer mercilessly. “That girl, that thing, things like her, they make nothing but trouble for me in this town, and I don’t need my son getting any more awful ideas from them.”

Thing?

The brunet felt stung. Breathless at his father’s language. He’d heard him say things like this before, but not about anyone other than his son. To hear him speak so wretchedly of you made his hands shake in anger and agitation.

“Let me out of the car,” Tyler said slowly. A wry chuckle passed Mr. Galpin’s lips.

“No, I told you, we have—“

“Let me out, now,” Tyler demanded. His father’s brows furrowed with rage, but he had no time to respond, because in a moment, Tyler’s hand was clasped around the door handle and pushing the door open.

“Boy, close the damn door!” the sheriff shouted, but his son was already unbuckled. He had no choice but to stop the car so as to keep Tyler unharmed. The moment the tires stopped rolling on the pavement, Tyler was out, the door slamming behind him with a loud C R A C K !

Mr. Galpin laid his head on his hands as they rested on the steering wheel, willing himself not to cry out in frustration.

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A/N: okay so that was a little more angsty than I originally planned, but I’m enjoying this, and I hope y’all are too!

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[souichieatr]

idk if you’ve read the manga ‘to say the least, this is love’,,, but could you do like opposites attract with shinichiro; silly little delinquent x serious college student 😇😇

maybe like they meet and start to run into each other a bunch more, shinichiro is very vocal about him starting to develop feelings and the reader is very straightforward and only focused on studies. but starts to warm up to him and he starts giving reader rides to class on his bike and whatnot🤭🤭🤭 sorry this explanation is so long idk how to put it in shorter words T^T

— cigarette with his number on it

a/n: absolutely LOVE LIVE LOVE shinichiro with a partner like this so i decided to write a little story not completely the ask (i got off topic) BUT PLS DO ENJOY

warnings: none?? , wc 1029

“Hey Y/n do you have a pencil I could borrow?” Shinichiro leans over to his right to whisper to the girl taking notes.

"I gave you a pencil last class shinichiro.” She whispers back, not looking up from her notes.

"The class was last week. How am I supposed to keep track of a small pencil?” He pouts and crosses his arms. Shinichiro was always like this unprepared for class, late, cutting classes. Shinichiro watches Y/n write her notes grabbing a pen underlining what she found important. He had always found himself watching her; they did share a couple lectures and he made sure to grab the seat next to her in every one. The professor asks if anyone has any final questions before dismissing all the students.

“Hey Y/n what are you doing tomorrow?” Shinichiro asks while the girl picks her things and packs them away.

“Homework” Y/n responds walking past shinichiro but he follows quickly behind her.

"Cmonnn it’s Friday there has to be something else for you to do” he whines he can tell he’s annoying her by the way she clenches her pen.

"I don’t see why you care so much of what I’m doing with my time.”

"You’re doing homework instead of going on a date with me.” Shinichiro pouts as Y/n rolls her eyes. Shinichiro has been asking her out since their first class almost 6 months ago and each time Y/n has denied him but today will be different. Shinichiro smirks, stepping in front of the girl stopping her, taking the pen out of her hand, ignoring her glare. He takes his pack of cigarettes out and fishes one out then puts the pack back into his pocket.

"I don’t think you’re allowed to smoke on school property.” She says flatly he chuckled at her.

"I’ve seen you study at the Coffee Bean so you’ll meet me there” he says writing on the cigarette. “And before you say no just take it as you’re already going to be studying there and I just happen to show up at the same time and since we’re friends I sit with you and we have coffee.” He grabs her hand, opening it and gently placing the cigarette in it and putting her pen in his back pocket. “Text me for the time you’ll be showing up.”

"Give me my pen back Shinichiro.”

“You’ll get it back when we meet at the Coffee Bean.” He winks at her then walks away. She looks at the cigarette shaking her head and puts it in her pocket.

Setting her things on her desk with a sigh, pulling her phone out of her back pocket, something falls on the floor. Looking down she sees the cigarette rolling on the floor she bends down and picks it up.

“Wow Y/n new hobby?” Her brother says looking at the stick in her fingers for a second but not sticking around for a response making his way to his room. Sighing again she looks at her phone typing the number.

I want my pen back.

Shinichiro hates to admit it but he’s nervous, walking to the spot he agreed to meet her at. Brushing his hand through his hair as he catches sight of himself in the mirror. Walking in with a deep breath he finds her in the dark corner face deep in her book.

"Y/n? What a coincidence” He says walking her with a smile on his face.

"Hello Shinichiro” She says, breaking away from her book. “You didn't bring your books?”

“Watching you study gives me all the satisfaction I need”

"What does that even mean?” He laughs at her comment. She goes back to her book and starts to write something down when he catches sight of her pen.

"Do you like spiderman?”

“What?” She stops writing to look at him.

“Your pen.” They both look at the kiddish pen sitting in her hand, it's blue with the character spiderman around the top.

"I mean yeah it's the only other pen I had since my other one was being held hostage.” She said, twisting the pen between her fingers.

"So it was just laying around?” He says with a smirk.

"My brother gave it me as a joke”

“You have a brother?” He says, eyes widening a bit. She raised an eyebrow nodding her head.

An hour had passed and the two never seemed to notice, lost in their own world. Y/n closed her book, setting it off to the side much to Shinichiro’s pleasure. The two talked about their siblings, why they applied to college, shared stories about middle school and spiderman which Y/n is a big fan of Shinichiro found out. Every time Y/n giggled at his stories his cheeks burned she was beautiful he thought to himself. Looking down at her watch Y/n’s eyes widened.

“Oh wow I didn't mean to talk your ear off” she says giving him a soft smile.

“I like seeing your face not in a book” he says smiling at her in return leaning on his hand. She gave him a glare and started to pack her things. “Do you have to be somewhere?”

"I told my brother I would pick something up from the library for him it closes soon”

"Do you want a ride?”

"Are you sure? I've never seen you even walk by the library” she says giggling remembering the time she was studying and instead of walking past the library he went to the opposite side of the street.

“Well you'll just have to hold my hand so I don't run away” he says, snatching her bag and swinging it across his shoulders as he stands up.

“Just say you want to hold my hand Sano” she says standing up next to him. He nudges her towards the door with a crooked smile as he shakes his head.

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[realmermaid333]

Weyler fluff idea: Wednesday doesn’t know how to show Tyler that she wants to hold hands, be kissed etc. And it’s not that Tyler doesn’t want to do that but it’s because he thinks Wednesday doesn’t like it that much but deep down she wants it (he respects her borders)

I had a lot of fun with this one.

It was a beautiful day, cloudy and gray with bits of rain here and there. The rain wasn’t so potent that it soaked clothes and hair, it was a perfect, infrequent sprinkle— Wednesday’s favorite type of weather. 

She and Tyler sat shoulder-to-shoulder beneath a maple tree in the Jericho Cemetery. It had become one of their favorite places to go ever since he brought her to see his mother’s grave. Wednesday loved cemeteries her entire life— especially the family cemetery back home. They were creepy, quiet, and full of history and ghosts. She could always clear her mind among the headstones, new and old, and the smell of mown grass. And she found that dead people made great company.

But right now, her mind was far from clear. It was ruminating over something silly, something she could hardly admit. It clouded her usually confident and logical brain and left her feeling horrendously frail. 

She couldn’t figure out how to hold Tyler’s hand— or really do anything else besides kiss him. It should be easy to do such a thing, all she has to do is grab his hand with hers and the rest should flow from there. But when? How? Can it be too abrupt? What if she takes his hand too roughly? Would it be weird? She didn’t usually care about people’s feelings like she did his— the hold this boy had on her was, at times, incredibly frustrating. 

She still had no idea how she so abruptly kissed him that one time at the Weathervane, it was like some sort of love demon possessed her. Ever since then, when they kissed they leaned in simultaneously. And as strange as it was they’d kissed many times, usually when saying goodbye— but never held hands. Tyler respected her boundaries a little too much for her liking. It was sweet, his gentleness was endearing, but she wished he’d just grab her hand and make it easy, she knew he wanted to.

One time when they were driving in his car, their hands touched. Tyler had his right arm resting on the middle console when Wednesday dropped her pen on the floor of the passenger seat. When she leaned down to grab it she held onto the console for support, placing her hand near his. After leaning back in her seat, she noticed the close proximity of their pinky fingers, her heart jumped. She left her hand there in hopes he’d take the next step, her heart missed another beat when his own hand gravitated towards hers, hovering over it for a split-second— but then he stopped, quickly placing it on the wheel instead. It was terrible, bad terrible. 

Tyler’s voice yanked her from her thoughts, “Are you good? You’re real quiet.”

“Yes, I am fine. I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

What was she supposed to say? “About holding your hand, I’d like to hold your hand.”?? Well, that’s exactly what she’d say, but she couldn’t— it was like her mouth was a venus fly trap, and the words were but a helpless arachnid struggling to escape its marginal spikes. 

Tyler furrowed his brows while she wordlessly stared at him. 

“About… Just about— My homework assignment. I must finish it later.”

“You told me you didn’t have any homework?”

God damnit, Tyler. 

He studied her with his eyes, tilting his head to the side, “You can tell me anything, you know.”

She did know that, although telling him things was something she greatly struggled with. She wasn’t very good at talking about her feelings, in fact she was absolutely horrible at it. She was good at many difficult things— cello, fencing, lock-picking, martial arts, and archery to name a few— but she wasn’t good at being social. She couldn’t even tell her own boyfriend she wanted to hold his hand. Pathetic. 

“I’ve been thinking… That I want… I’d like,” her face felt hot. 

He seemed amused by how flustered she was, a smile was creeping on his lips. She looked down at his hands; large, warm, and resting in his lap. She wanted to grab one— No, she was going to. There was no going back, she’d been staring at them for far too long as Tyler grew increasingly confused. 

Impulsively, she grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm from his lap, and put her palm under his. Just as she hypothesized, the rest of it flowed from there. He chuckled and laced his big, warm fingers through her smaller, colder ones. It felt just as she’d imagined it, but better, his hand enveloped hers like a warm blanket— or, even better, a toasty straight jacket. 

He gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, and she gave into her urge to explore the skin of his hand. With her free fingers, she traced his smooth knuckles and a scar on his dorsal side from the fight with Enid months before. His hands were soft but sturdy, there was a mole on the knuckle of his thumb and another on his ring finger, his nails were freshly trimmed. 

“So, this was what you were thinking about?” He smiled cheekily. 

The corners of her lips turned upward a little, “Yes.”

“I would have done this already if I thought you’d like it.”

“You didn’t think I would?”

“No, I’ve been under the impression that you don’t like being touched.”

“I like being touched by you.”

He grinned, “Noted.”

Wednesday leaned further into Tyler, pressing their hips and shoulders firmly together, and rested her head on him. He placed his head atop of hers and gave her hand a squeeze. Soon, the sky darkened as evening approached, so they drove back to Nevermore. 

Before departing to their respective dorms, Wednesday kissed Tyler. For the first time ever, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. She didn’t understand how kissing felt so drastically better with something as seemingly miniscule as his arms around her back, but it did. The kiss felt much more intimate with their bodies pressed together— she wondered if she closed her eyes long enough if she’d be able to tell where her body ended and his started.

“Keep doing that when we kiss.” She asked when they pulled apart.

“I will.”

Wednesday entered her dorm feeling like a weight was lifted off of her chest. Holding hands was easier than she thought and she felt foolish for being so bent up over it. Her anxiety subsided, she was pleased to find that initiating touch wasn’t so bad at all. Tyler wanted it just as badly as she did. 

And, of course, Enid immediately noticed something was different about Wednesday.

“You’re nearly smiling. What happened?” She blurted out. 

She couldn’t hide anything from that girl.

[nightcolorz]

Fuck marry kill Marius, David, Claudia

cw..I get very crude and make some really gross and insane jokes about ig canon typical terrible consent and abuse and stuff. Also if u like Marius or David Talbot u will not like this post 😭 I’m so sorry for this. When I first saw this ask I got SO EXCITED because I am such a huge fan of fmk especially with fictional characters it’s so fun it’s so silly it follows this train of thought that I love to go on. But then I registered who the characters were and I went “ah ok anon wants me dead” 😭😭. This is a pure nightmare scenario, this is a loss-loss, no matter what i choose it will result in me giving in to devastation and going into oncoming traffic. So bad, so bad. Anon what did I do to deserve this.. I live for it though, and tysm for sending this ask, even though thinking about this made sorrowful tears come to my eyes. Here’s my answer 😭

I think it’s really clever and uniquely cruel how you paired Claudia with these two because it forces me to choose either Marius or David Talbot to fuck (unless i want to publicly declare the character in the body of a five year old girl as the best bet for that) so thanks for that, really uniquely sadistic choice. This was difficult, it was really difficult, but I’m going to go with fuck David Talbot. We don’t have as many canonical records of his sex life as we do Marius, and the ones that may or may not exist I am blissfully unaware of because I skipped over the majority of Merrick since I can’t fucking stand David Talbot 😭 So yeah I’ll fuck him, only because I believe it would be significantly less scary then fucking Marius, who feasibly might start beating my ass at some point. I’d probably have to fake an organism if I gave a shit with David bcus he doesn’t know where the clit is (nor does he care) and would be just ramming into me like I’m his teenaged looking 1000 dollar sex doll he lost access to when he left the Talamasca that’s being studied for science now. He’d just looming over me in missionary going “oh blimey! Good god!” Periodically in between pig like grunts until he cums inside me (condom mysteriously breaks), cleans himself up while he doesn’t make eye contact, and leaves. Even still this is leagues better then fucking Marius, who has the threatening unpredictable sternness and barely restrained fury of your dad trying not to beat tf out of you while he explains your math homework to you, which honestly that energy would probably give me a panic attack half way through his sensual biting at my underarm and I’d burst into tears as he watched me with this vaguely infuriated expression at having to both decipher and comfort an inferior female if he wants to continue gyrating his tongue around my main arty until he cums his 11th pair of red pants without me kicking him in his stupid fucking high cheek bones and calling the cops. So yeah, David for fuck…

Marius I’d kill because this is something I often wish I could do in real life, and because marrying him is nightmare scenario of all time. I would literally rather eat my own ass hair. Imagine an existence of just, your freakish blonde man husband is furiously painting your asshole as your heart slams in your chest like a pray animal paralyzed in fear because if you say the wrong thing he may pull out the old whip and send u straight to god. These are the downs of your marriage, the ups are smiling and nodding passively as he explains to you in excessive but ultimately fruitless and dull textbook esc detail the complete history of Rome as your pretend that you care despite him not giving a single shit about whether or not you are enjoying this (he thinks you’re not smart enough to understand anyway). Then your nights end with a romp in the bath where he fists his entire clawed hand up ur puss as he grits his teeth and resists mauling you like an animal. You ask for him to please penetrate you so you might actually get smth out of this and he refuses and instead bitterly strokes your hairless genitals (he forces u to shave ur entire body so that ur baby smooth. he can’t be aroused by a body that looks too mature) until u miserably cum. I don’t know why anyone would want this, he’s not even hot enough to justify that. Oh god I’m talking about sex again. Anyways I’d kill marius and marry Claudia 🥰 yes I am choosing to marry the five year old die mad haters.

Claudia would be a shit wife and she wouldn’t give a single fuck about me but I’d marry her in a heartbeat before David or Marius, Jesus Christ. She’d spend all night every night spending my money on excessive shit she doesn’t need and force me to go with her most of the time because as a five year old appearing women she wouldn’t be allowed to do most things without me being there. We wouldn’t kiss or hug or have sex because I’m not into five year olds and she’s not into anyone let alone me but she would cuddle me sometimes which would be vaguely nice in the way that cuddling a cat is until u realize the cat is only using u for ur bodies warmth and is not endeared to u at all in this moment, basically that’s Claudia. Like a cat with the labor of a child who u occasionally have very interesting and intellectual conversations with when she’s not passive aggressively glaring at you over her book (she takes after her twink ass father).

anyways I hope my answer was satisfactory 😁😁😘😘 fuck David marry Claudia kill Marius ❤️ I’m inviting anyone to send me tvc related fuck marry kills, plz do so because I find them soo fun and I’m basically invincible now that I got the worst one out of the way bless

[f1-disaster-bi]

Little Bean au drabble

"Dada?"

Lando hummed as he looked up from his book to find Fabia standing outside the makeshift nest. Lando smiled at his oldest, putting his book down and opening his arms for her to climb into the nest and cuddle up next to him.

Fabia huffed a laugh when she spotted Leo's messy curls on Lando's other side. The toddler had all but disappeared into a pile of pillows and blankets but had his little hand pressed against Lando's barely there bump.

"Everything okay, little bean?", Lando asked, kissing her forehead and begging every god in the universe to make time go slower. His little girl was growing up so fast, and soon moments like this would be come rare.

"Is everything okay with Daddy and Papa?", Fabia asked, eyebrows pinched together jn a way that exuded Max, and Lando still couldn't get over how alike Fabia and Max were. He'd joked to his mates that at least one of the twins needed to look like Lando since Fabia and Leo were minutures of their biological alphas.

"Yeah, everything is fine baby. They're just gone to the shop, but they'll be back soon", Lando reassured, scenting her curls softly, "Why do you ask?"

"Because they've been acting weird. They keep running to do stuff, and staring at you, and they keep fighting over who makes the best food even though we know its uncle Jon that is thr best", Fabia explained with the bluntness only a seven year old could have,never afraid to roast her fathers, "They're being weirdos"

Lando couldn't help but laugh, because Fabia was right.

Max and Daniel had been acting strange the last few months, and it had started even before Lando had known he was pregnant. He'd had no symptoms this time around, no morning sickness, and if weren't for his fall, he would have only known when his mates had approached him. Each of them had been fulling that familiar pull, explained by the fact that Lando was carrying twins with different biological fathers.

His mates had been very attentive, and a little growly with each other. Sometimes they were play fighting over who got to get Lando ice cream, which was why they were both at the store right now instead of helping Fabia with her geography homework (Lando had been banned from helping).

"Oh baby, they're fine. They're just being silly alphas because of the babies in my tummy", Lando giggled, soothing a hand over his bump and giving Leo a little smile when his toddler grumbled in his sleep when they're hands touched, "I'm afraid we've to put up with their silliness until your siblings are here"

Fabia sighed, flopping back into the nest and staring at roof with so much drama that Lando mentally made a note to sign her up for classes.

"I guess we're doomed then"