#also please please PLEASE don’t be weird or stalkerish

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

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A tipsy bathroom selfie for y’all ✨✨✨ (please be kind and respectful in your comments but also tell me I’m pretty 😌)

[coffee-and-tea-time]

⁺˚⋆｡°⚝ You choose... me? ⚝°｡⋆˚⁺

thank you thank you thank you thank you Yandere! Hacker x Yandere Lover! Reader

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We honestly loved writing this geek, we end up adding some mention of yanderes games we play together! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Coffee likes to watch me react to yandere vns oh, don't act like you didn't melt over some of them too shhh. Anyways, hope you all enjoy reading this as much as we enjoy writing it! ˗ˏˋ �� ˎˊ˗ - Tea

Woah, feels like it's been a long time! (since I last have seen my son lost to this monster, to the man behind the slaughter) ♡ˎˊ˗ tbh I could keep talking about this for hours, I love yanderes (づ> v <)づ♡ * Jack Skellington is still in his Christmas phase? Maybe I could ask him for one as an early gift - coffee

if you want context, you can go here but it's not that necessary we think - the twins

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tw: yandere behavior, willing reader, writing in you/yours, this got some internet/yandere references hope y’all catch them (links will be below the story, please do tell us if we missed any) If you don’t know them, take them as recommendations ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ (weird to say that when there’s a blood soup reference on here, is like the canon event of everyone who likes yanderes), anxiety attack?, yapper yandere

Huh, honestly the one that struck you the most sure had to be Grier, you still can catch every so often from the corner of your eye how different security cameras move all of the sudden, probably hoping to find one not taped unsuccessfully, talk about stalkerish, cute.

“I will choose… Grier”

The seller gives you a soft sigh, almost of defeat but also relief, tapping his foot as he glances over at the one security camera that was moving now on the far right corner of the shop, moving frantically from side to side as if searching for something. He abruptly lifts up from his seat and groans. 

“Alright, I'll go get the ladder…” 

The seller goes down the wooden ladder after taking the tape off the camera lense and signs for you to come closer to it.

"The cameras here don't have sound but showing you to him should be enough of a clue all by itself"

You freeze as the security camera focuses on you, standing there, you wave awkwardly and the camera starts moving side to side abruptly before freezing,  like the person behind it moved away from it.

"Well, either he fainted or he is coming right away!"

The seller says in a cheerful voice as he goes to cover the camera lense again with a strip of tape. A couple of minutes pass before you hear the screeching stop of a car parking in front of the shop hurriedly, soon followed by a panting man who barges inside like his life depended on it.

“I’m here! I'm here!!” 

He says almost tripping on his own feet as he shoves in your face a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Oh, those are my favorites! Thank you"

"I-I know, don't worry, I made sure to do a quick background check on your medical history so I don't trigger any allergies, I promise I will gather more information tonight! Don't worry"

Well, you can’t really be surprised by his actions since you were warned, though you were by his speed, how did he manage to hurry here driving, buy you flowers and check your medical history in the process? I guess you’d never know, maybe he's a student of Penelope García.

“Well, Grie-”

As the seller attempts to congratulate you both, hand hovering over your shoulder to pat it as a friendly mannerism, Grier is quick to slap it away with a glare that makes you remember a surly cat.

“Is everything ready? I would much rather finish paperwork as quickly as possible” 

Wow, that’s a really sudden change of tone, the distant and somewhat professional posture he took in a matter of seconds makes you think if the Grier that was tripping over his feet, babbling nervously while giving you flowers was just a trick of your imagination, but the theory quickly dies as he places his stare on you again, his expression completely changing, getting all flustered and blushy again… cute. 

“Well, shall we get going? I hope you like my house but of course you can redecorate it- we can redecorate it oh maybe we should go first to your house to get an example? I can mimic your space so you feel comfier although if that makes you uncomfortable of course we don't need to I just would love to know more about you so that I don't messed up, well, not only things I mean get to everything about you, but please don't feel pressur-” 

“Grier, we got the memo, continue yapping out of the store. And for you Dear, I hope you find your happy ending with that parrot you bought, no refunds or returns are allowed."

The seller, who looks like he's about to get a migraine if he keeps hearing Grier, quickly kicks him out and says his farewells to you. As you exit the store behind Grier, he is quick to show you the way to his car.

"Thanks.. uh, do you mind if we go to my place real quick?"

Well, it's pretty obvious he will take you to his house and you can't really back up now so, you only need to gather some thi- oh, he's already panicking.

"Your place? Going to mine doesn't sound appealing? I-I can change it! What's the thing you would totally love that my house had? It's not like I don't want to see your house I honestly would love to but you do plan to come to mine after, right? Maybe you'd rather be in your place? But then we'd be so far away… or course I don't want to bother you I swear I can do and buy whatever will suit you best to be comfortabl-" 

"We're gonna go grab some of my clothes! I need my things, then we can go to your house"

The seller wasn't lying when he said Grier is a rambler type of person, but you can't really be annoyed by it, his voice is honestly so damn good, and the way it sounded when he went all serious mode talking to the seller was just… wait, no, no time for simping right now, you gotta think what do you need to gather from your house.

"Oh yes of course of course sorry I got worried for a momento although it would've nice to go shopping together if you forgot something of course we can also shop online if you don't really like crowded places oh, I… god"

As he was talking, you honestly were more focused on how pretty his watery eyes are, just hearing bla bla bla, you can't help but start caressing his hair, it seems like it took him by surprise but certainly not in a bad way, leaning into your touch as you run your fingers through his messy, wavy but soft hair, you must admit that you thought it was tangled at first but that isn't the case.

 Ah, right, your things.

"Well, shall we get going?"

You watch him nod, seeming incredibly out of words, as he red faced opens the door for you before going to his seat and searching for something in his phone before he starts driving. Uh, then you have full control over the music? He seems like in his own world and you hardly doubt he minds you changing the music when he still can't even cool down his blush… you must tease him from time to time for funsies, noted. 

Part of you wanted to put that one song from ayesha erotica but maybe it was a little weird, so you switch to the safe choice: do nothing. You switch to your phone to make a little note for yourself about important things you need.

Oh, right

You forgot to tell him your address because you were too focused on other things, well… just as you remembered he was already parking in front of your apartment anyways- 

Grier makes his way out of the car once the engine is off, walking around the car to open the door for you, helping you out with his hand, then walking alongside you as you make your way up to your floor and through the door of your apartment. 

"Here, make yourself at home, I’ll be picking  my clothes”

Although it doesn’t seem very smart to let someone like him snoop around, though you can’t help but also be curious about what he will do and, well, it’s not like he can do much since it's just your house… right?

Anyways, you left him for a moment to go pack clothes, catching him nervously walking around from time to time, but he seems really the quiet type, surely more on the soft yandere side, his droopy innocent eyes made him look the part.  damn wrong Dear, you seems like a yandere amateur, try again.

"Ugh, I still have so much to pack"

You murmured, already getting tired of the repetitive grap-and-pack motion, impatient to get to talk to your little yapper and get to know him better. Speaking of the devil, you feel his presence behind you, his shadow betraying his location as it engulfs you, then feeling a soft tap on your shoulder, so soft in fact it seemed as if your shoulder was made of needles.  

"You don't have to worry about your computer and stuff. I already have them backed up, t-to save you time! Since you seemed stressed and said I could snoop around I thought about helping a bit and backing up your devices… same with all your accounts- just to help of course"

Well, now you know what he was up to while you were busy.

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

"...did you check my browser history?"

You blurt out the question as you run through the chance of any incriminating, possibly cringy, piece of information in your phone that might require some explanation… God forbid if he found your tumblr-

"...No"

He did.

"I have a tiny question though, if you don't mind of course- the last thing I want to do is bother you in any way"

He totally did.

"....depends, what do you want to ask, Dear?"

Okay, you got this, you got a yandere for something. Whatever he asks you, if it turns out awkward, there's little that can't be solved by some pampering when it's related to yanderes,  how he giggled when you called him Dear confirming this notion. You got this.

"I just was, you know, curious about what games you played, I wasn't prying! But, you know, it's good to know your interest to get to know you better and maybe play together while cuddling on the couch and have some hot cocoa with little marshmallows as we wrap ourselves in a big blanket…. Anyways, the point it's… what's exactly your type?"

Okay, you don't got this. 

"Huh, how is one thing related to another?"

It's better to buy a little time while you think of a correct answer for that. Would it be too cheesy to say something like 'you'? Maybe you really should have bought that manual for 'how to take care of your yandere' when they offered it to you on the website. 

"Well, wandering around a bit I found you seem to like playing something called 'dating sim'? According to what I saw it's like flirting and romance virtual characters although the stories really differ from one to another which makes it really confusing to figure out what's your taste to be honest"

Alright, you have to reply quickly to give him some peace, maybe he found one that really didn't resemble him and got nervous? It doesn't sound wise to let a yandere get insecure.

"My type is…"

You gently place your hand on his chin to make him look directly into your eyes.

“Let 's see… My type has gorgeous, green, droopy eyes, a bedhead that, I must say, is pretty damn soft, the kinda guy that rambles a lot and seems to have this nervous habit of straightening his clothes and, especially, my type is a certain guy that can't take his eyes off of me” 

You watch as a red tint paints his cheeks, a shivering smile appears on his face as he takes a step closer to you nuzzling himself onto your hand like a cat asking for attention.

"Really? Can you promise that? Will you willingly say that into a microphone? Just for the record, do you really really see me as your ideal?"

"Of course, of course, who wouldn't find an adorable hacker this endearing?'

"Then... you got a thing for hackers? So, your favorite was that seven zero seven?"

Did you really hear that right?

…

You can’t help but feel your past haunting your back. 

"It's a really good character, although, I find kinda sad that seven has this hint at him being aware of every reset"

Does this count as dodging the question? Maybe.

"Following that logic, I'm aware of every breath you take so does that means I can get more of your attention? Or maybe I'm being too greedy though you seem to have spent a lot of your time romancing them, obviously I'm not judging you but that means that it would be okay also for me to check on you at every hour, even if it's 2 am? Just to make sure you don't need anything, of course! That you're well cared for… or do I require something else to be worthy of that? Please tell me, is it my personality? I don't really think so since, well, I see you gush over intense personalities such as that… Damon? Deimon? The game isn't even finished but you seem to like everything about him although he doesn't really show you about himself. That means that what makes up your favorability is... The attention over you?"

Oh god, he found itchi.io, better start praying he didn't see anything weird.

"Well, they are just… games I played because I was bored, you shouldn't look too much into those”

"But you play more than one or two which means that you really enjoyed playing them and searching for more of that kind but I can't help but be confused and intrigued about what is that something, you even liked one where the characters shared the same body as a human and… a fae? I didn't really understand but they seem really different, which makes it very hard to find a pattern, but that isn't the only one you played like that, you also have one that switches between a shy boy and a flirty one, do you like the contrast? What exactly is that thing that makes you fawn over them? Maybe it would be good if I got two different aesthetics? I can't hide my name like that ‘redacted’ guy that looks mysterious…but I can change looks out of the blue and leave little clues of something? But, about what? I really don't have that much to tell and my stalking it's pretty much obvious, I also don't have superpowers to act like the hero one."

"Honey, it's okay, you don't need to do such a thing, as I said, I like you, those are just games I play in my free time to not get bored"

"Maybe it will be better if I go directly to straightforward characters? That 'Friend' was really honest most of the time, that… fan? Monster? Also was honest, why is there so much variety? But there also was people that were better at hiding it like that mushroom boy or that sol… it's difficult to stabilize a pattern if they keep variating so much, maybe I should put my focus on the ones you know the longer, I had to buy a seifuku and chase you with a chainsaw? No, there's the possibility I could injure you and I absolutely can't risk that, maybe I can buy a mannequin and put a synthetic deer head and say it my brother"

Okay, just how many did he see? Why does he need a pattern in the first place? You literally choose him, but well, he seems to want it to get more of your attention… Why don't give him so? Probably will help him to calm down, you aren't planning to do a crossover of Perfect Love with this guy.

"Dear, look directly at me for a second, did you hear what I was telling you? Listen to me, those are games, you are the one here with me, don't you think that you are already winning by far with that thing alone?"

You pinch his cheeks to get him to stop rambling about favorites, finally, and his eyes seem focused on you once again.

"Well, that's right, I'm the one feeling your touch, even if is a romance game, I'm the one closer to you although I'm not a big fan of you giggling and choosing flirty things but that hobby also means staying more at home where I can stick around more, if I think it carefully, it's something safe overall”

As you let go of his cheeks, he is quick to hold your hand in order to forbid you to move it away, leaning his cheek into your palm again as he talks.

"Yeh, there's a lot of people with the same taste in stories that me, so you can say they are pretty popular, don't look into it so much, there's no need to bother your mind with such a thing, these are just things I enjoy reading"

"It's true that they are just stories, you enjoy reading about lovesick so much? That's why you use tumblr? It makes sense since the blogs you follows also have the same theme and there's even one you seems to check frequent that's seems to have everything about yanderes… that's like you don't enjoy them in particular but the yandere part, don't you? That… sounds wonderful like it was probably obvious since you bought me but if you keep so much of your time looking for more of them that means you will just love my little antics too? please please say yes please please please"

Fuck, he did enter to your tumblr and even checks your followings, thanks god he end up with a good train of thought at the end.

"Yes, you're the one here, you shouldn't worry about the little hobbies I have, I just enjoy the reading, It's called dark romance and every character is different because one thing or another, you gonna get a headache if you think about it too much"

And please don't search more. Sadly, you can say that, he will definitely search more if you said it like that.

"Well, that makes sense, after all, you won't go into the yandere shop if you don't know anything about the subject, and there's a lot of options and… I win, because you chose me to let me be with you”

Well, your danger Kitty seems a lot more calm by now, you should note that if he starts rambling non-stop, focusing your stare at him totally works.

Well, you better start going before he start snooping on tumblr or worse: find c.ai

"Love, you know something? I'm getting sleepy, why don't we finish packing another day? I'm curious to see how it's your place"

"O-oh yes yes of course! I hope you find my house of your likeness but of course you can change whatever you don't like or if the neighborhood is not of your likeness we can also change that just differents methods I'd it the locations or the neighbors perse but I can totally take care of it you said you were sleepy, don't you? I have a spare room but if you are comfortable with it my bed is pretty comfy of course the spare room also has a comfy bed but…"

He keep yapping, you can't really help but giggled as he goes on with excuses on why you two should totally nap together for a better sleep as you two make your way out with some of your things to put them in his car, and as you get comfortable on your seat and he drives…. The unthinkable happens.

"Yes, we can eat that after napping together dear"

"Awesome! I love to spend more time with you as much as possible, we can watch something as he eat, oh right, we can totally watch that anime you saw"

Just like your breath, the cars stop for a moment at the red light.

"...which anime?"

He smiles to you, like excited to show off he knows a cool fact and pull his phone to research something quickly, and show you a photo of that one anime.

"You did really liked tha-"

"We don't talk about that one"

You feel your past decisions haunting your back once again.

That one anime for me totally will be Diabolik Lovers ngl- don’t proud of myself on that (if curious, my fav Sakamaki was Kanato and fav Mukami was Azusa), although I saw weirder, I hope Grier doesn’t bring those up, I rather them buried  ~ coffee

My questionable past anime has to be Brother’s conflict…WAIT THAT SOUNDS SO WRONG- I didn’t like the brothers aspect, not one bit! I sort of started watching thinking the thing was going to be about brothers being into the same girl and competing against each other, I didn’t think they’d be competing for their FUCKING STEP-SISTER. so yeah… the ending and opening were sick though…Coffee still teases me by playing them from time to time. ~ Tea (I totally recommend playing those out of the blue around a person who watched that anime, it's always fun ~ coffee)

All the links to the things Grier mentions in his ramblings:

Penelope Garcia is the hacker of criminal minds.

Binary Star Hero

A DOUBLE SIDED MIRROR

MONSTER X MEDIATOR

The Kid at the Back

Mystic Messenger (phone app)

*coff coff*  I must say, the Tumblr blog Grier makes reference of, is totally talking about maleyanderecafe, if you like yanderes, you had to know them, they got everything about yanderes, I love them (so yeh, the mention is cuz I wanted to fangirl a little)  ~ Coffee

See Thru: Need a Friend?

Inclement Idée Fixe

Mushroom Oasis

Broken Colors

Duality

14 Days With You

Perfect Love

Blood Soup

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

images from pinterest ⚘

[the-laughing-lunatic]

Mediscout cute headcanons!!!

(Omg yea I love these guys so much, def one of my main ships. I also rlly like their dynamic in emesis blue but y’know, not very cute. I have a lot of thoughts about these guys so I accidentally made this really long— word count: 1714. Thx for requesting! :3)

Medic x Scout headcanons!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Platonic☆

Scout’s definitely scared of Medic at first 

I mean, when your coworker mentions plans about putting a baboon uterus inside you you’re gonna be a little on edge

Avoids checkups for so long Medic has to find him and drag Scout himself to the medbay

“Sheiße, you are acting like a little child right now, it is not such a big deal Herr Scout. I am simply going to check a few things.”

“Well I’m sorry if I ain’t too thrilled to have some psycho puttin’ needles or animal parts or whatever in me.”

Medic groaned. “I just need to check your temperature, heart rate, and blood pressure. Now can you please shut your mouth and let me work?”

While he took Scout’s heart rate, both annoyed, Archimedes flew to Scout’s shoulder and nuzzled into the man’s neck

After the checkup Medic sighed and ushered his dove over. “Him? Really Archimedes?” 

The dove cooed. “Well then, I trust your judgement, I suppose I’ll try to be nicer to him.”

After that he did try to be kinder to Scout, staying around him more, listening to what he’s saying at dinner, looking through his room to learn more about him—

That’s not how Scout interpreted it though, and one day when Medic was trailing a little too close to him again he just snapped “Will you fuckin’ cut it out!?”

“Cut what out?”

“This- this weird stalkerish thing you’re doing. What, you makin’ fun of me? You gonna take my organs in the middle of the night? What do you want?”

“Oh. I was trying to be nicer to you. I could stop if you want.”

“If you wanna be nice you could try talkin’ to me for once.”

And Medic did

Both of them are absolute yappers, and Scout quickly got more comfortable with Medic as they talked more

He’ll never forget the first time he saw Medic laugh

Like, genuinely laugh

He’d seen Medic laugh many times before, either on the operating table or during battle but it was always just…scary

When he actually laughed Scout couldn’t help but laugh as well, because Medic’s real laugh was so different of what he had thought of him

It was warm and nice, and suddenly Medic wasn’t just this psycho ex-doctor, he was also his friend

When they go out for drinks Medic often has to carry Scout back to the base because of his incredibly low alcohol tolerance (not that it’s hard though)

Medic would teach Scout how to take care of his birds in the case he was especially busy, Scout’s their godfather now

I feel like they’d also work well in a qpr, though Medic would have to help Scout a little since he’s been comfortable with his asexuality for longer and has probably been in one before

I headcanon them as both on the ace spectrum so I’m gonna delve into that a bit

I feel like Scout is graysexual while Medic is completely sex-repulsed

Scout honestly would’ve thought he was allosexual for the rest of his life until he heard Medic talking about how being ace felt for him

And he was like “huh, I relate to some of that”

Scout definitely has a lot of questions though

“So like- what’s romantic? Cus I don’t wanna take this too far, but you’re my cucumber, or squash— whatever the word is an’ I wanna show that I care about ya.”

“It’s zucchini, Jeremy. And the point of being in a queerplatonic relationship is that we get to make our own rules for what works for us. All you have to do is ask me if you want to try something.”

“Oh, um, well then. Is it okay if I kiss your cheek, doc?”

“Yes, Jeremy, it’s very okay.”

♡

Biggest dorks ever btw

Just so you know

☆Romantic☆

Medic would fall in love (or realize it at least) over something trivial

Accidentally brushing hands, a word of praise after a battle that made Medic especially appreciated, Scout falling asleep on his shoulder at movie night, etc.

It was weird, because Scout was almost the opposite of his type, he was loud, arrogant, and less than intelligent, but he accepted Scout as the outlier

Even though Medic fell first he didn’t initiate it

Though his moral compass was less than straight when it came to advancing the field of medicine, it felt weird to be the one starting anything with a guy nearly 20 years younger than him

He even performed a brain scan on Scout just to double-check his brain was fully developed (surprisingly, it was) so he could feel less weird about his crush

For a long time he just thought of it as an enjoyable distraction, not anything that could go anywhere

Scout liked Ms. Pauling, and Medic was fine with it. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to date Scout, he just liked the idea of a relationship, and Scout was an attractive man he could project those wants onto.

At least that’s how he reasoned it to himself

The giddy laugh Medic couldn’t help but let out every time he saw him, the way he always made sure to be gentler when he gave Scout his shots, how a Boston accent now equaled attractive in his mind (that didn’t come from Scout though, that’d be ridiculous)

With Scout though, his moment of realization was much less trivial

He was at four health a minute away from the end of the match, desperately trying to keep the blood from the bullet wound in so he wouldn’t have to go to respawn

Getting in respawn at the end of a match was miserable, because you might get stuck in there for hours after so everyone tried to avoid it at all costs

Scout’s eyes widened as he watched his health drop to three, no dispenser in sight

He closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself for sitting in the cold room for god know how long, until he saw a light above him

Holding his medigun, Medic stood above him, and the red glow surrounding him as he healed him made him almost look like an angel, his saviour

A psychotic angel, but an angel nonetheless

He felt Medic grab him by his collar (at what point did his knees go weak?) and say to him “Get up schweinhund, and fight.”

They won the match, at least that’s what Scout heard, he didn’t remember anything after Medic saved him

His entire body was on autopilot until the time he went to bed, when he had all night to think about how he was definitely attracted to guys

He definitely had a type though, regardless of gender

Glasses, dark hair, smarter and more mature than him (though that was a low bar), an itty bitty bit psychotic and have huge honkers— (jk jk jk) 

Scout starts coming to the medbay for the tiniest things now so he can see Medic more

“Medic, I got a splinter” “Medic, my elbow’s sore” “Medic, I have a major crush on you and don’t know what to do with it”

After a bit of this, Scout just gave up excuses, Medic didn’t seem to mind his company

It became routine, after dinner Scout’d follow him to the medbay and talk with him while  Medic filled out paperwork, occasionally giving a nod or short question to let Scout know he was still listening

One night though, Scout didn’t follow him back

Medic was disappointed, he had gotten rather fond of his chatter, but shrugged it off as Scout being tired

After a few minutes of paperwork, there was a knock at the door

He opened it to see a very nervous Scout holding a bouquet of roses

“H- hey doc! Um, y’know, we’ve been hangin’ out for a while, I really like you, and I hope you at least like me a little, so, uh, wanna go on a date sometime? Please?”

Medic just stands there for a solid bit before taking the flowers and smiling. “I’d love to.”

Scout takes him to a nice restaurant (that was definitely his idea and not Spy’s) and pays the bill for the both of them, which was substantial because Medic has a taste for the most expensive things on the menu

And Scout is a hella picky eater

“So like, can I have the steak, but - and stay with me here - you grind it up, grill it, cut one of the rolls in half and add the steak, along with fuckin’ ketchup, mustard, lettuce, pickles—”

“Sir, are you describing a burger to me?”

“...yeah?”

“It’s on the kids menu.”

“Oh. Sweet, then can I have that?”

After the date Medic lets Scout kiss him

They suck I hate them so much I don’t think about them all the time (lying)

Nicknames Scout calls Medic: Doc, Angel, Angelcakes, Babe

Nicknames Medic calls Scout: Hase, Schatz, Liebling, Dear

On the battlefield Scout’s constantly by Medic

“Hey Angelcakes, check this out!” “Didja see that? Didja see that?”

If they have to be separated any time Scout sees him he’ll give Medic a kiss

“Hase you’re at ten health, can you please stop trying to kiss me for a second so I can heal you?” 

“Ugh, fine.”

After he’s done Medic gives Scout a kiss. “Thank you, on your way.”

Clingy ass motherfuckers

Scout’s way more obvious with it than medic though

Medic hardly even has to do anything, they’ll just be talking and Scout’ll notice half-way in the conversation that he’s cuddled up in Medic’s arms

Scout often sits in Medic’s lap as he works, rambling on about some comic he read or whatever.

After a few months of dating Medic only sleeps in Scout’s room

It feels more homey than his, which he admittedly already slept in very little due to his unfortunate habit of passing out at his desk

Nights often consist of Scout cuddled into Medic’s chest while Medic reads aloud to the both of them

(real talk reading together is such an underrated couple activity can we talk about this—)

“ —alright, that’s the end of the chapter. Liebling, are you asleep?”

“Nah, just relaxed. Love you angel.”

“I love you too Jeremy, Goodnight.”

They are the biggest saps ever and I will stand by this until the day I die

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

[sweetm0uringlamb]

god the spn fandom makes me so tired.

look, people are gonna shit on this post saying that i should just leave if i don’t like it. the thing is, fandom should be a space where people can be themselves and talk about this thing they like. they shouldn’t be so frustrated by the people in the fandom that they have to leave.

we have different opinions. we have different thoughts and feelings concerning the show and the actors and the writers.

and that’s fine. having different opinions and discussing those different opinions is good and healthy for fandom as a whole. we should be able to have these open discussions without snipes and jibes towards each other. open discussion is healthy and good.

but recently i’ve seen a lot more of people harassing others with different opinions, insulting them, and this actually gets very personal at points.

i can’t believe i have to say this, but no matter what, harassing people is not okay. if you don’t like them, don’t engage.

and if you do harass someone else, they have a right to call you out. they have a right to defend themselves. everyone from fanartists to fanfic writers to just normal bloggers. if you harass them, don’t expect them to take that shit lying down.

also, don’t harass actors. if you don’t like them, post about it, but don’t directly harass them. that’s not cool, not chill. it’s stalkerish and weird.

but the spn fandom is so toxic and full of all this bullshit. it’s stupid and unnecessary. it feels like high school drama just with adults. it’s infuriating.

just, please.

supernatural fandom, do better.

[crazyferretwheel]

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[seokiloquy]

Moment in the Sun - Hinata Shoyo

AU: Regular

Tags/ Warnings: GN! Reader, very simple and little plot, post-timeskip

Word Count: 1.9k

The last memories you had of Hinata Shoyo were of your break up. 

You had more joyful, hopeful memories of him, of course, but none were as defining as this one. 

The sun descended into the water, a bright orange muting into the dull ripples of the sea. It would have been a peaceful moment if not for the tightness in your throat. Hinata held both of your hands and stared into your eyes. He had held them desperately; his neatly filed nails digging into your hands as if he knew it would be the last time he would get to hold you so closely. 

His usually bright eyes had gone glossy and wide—innocent as if he couldn’t believe what was happening and didn’t know how to stop it. 

“Please don’t cry,” you whispered. “I will cry if you do and we’ll both be sad and won’t have each other to lean on.” 

“Then we can just stay,” Hinata said fiercely. His words held a conviction that unnerved you. He would do it. He would miss his plan to Brazil and his opportunity to improve on volleyball. You wouldn’t let that happen. You also wouldn’t do that yourself, not with your own opportunities hanging over you. You wanted them just as much as Hinata wanted to go to Brazil; it was unfair to the both of you to give it up. “We can stay here and be together; stay here and nothing will change.” 

You smiled and shook your head. “You know we can’t.” 

“We can.” 

“No,” you said. “You need to go just as much as I need to stay. You say that nothing will change, but missing out on what we want is changing something and it might not be for the better. At least with this, we’ll be happy.”

Hinata’s shoulders slouched and his head leaned in close to you. Even with the cool breeze, you felt his warmth radiating towards you. He scoffed but no malice was laced in his voice when he said, “Just not together.” 

“Not together.” 

Hinata looked up. “How about a deal?” 

You furrowed your brow. “You want conditions for our break up? We’re not getting a divorce. I don’t think we have assets to divide up.”  

He laughed, which made you smile. “A small condition. Come to the airport with me tomorrow. We don’t break up now; we break up at the airport. Let’s just enjoy right now, together.” 

“You make great deals.” 

You let go of one of his hands and held the other one as you ran to the water. 

Only the sound of laughter and happiness filled the air as the sun disappeared past the sea. The time between night and day would come together to remember this moment and none of the sorrow that would follow. 

A Few Years Later 

Days in the office were rewarding. You loved what you did and you were amazing at it. You had friends and stayed close to family. But your days were filled with daydreams, returning and replaying the last moment with Hinata that you wanted to remember. 

You were here, sitting at a desk facing the bright, busy city of Tokyo and your heart was at the beach. The waves were your heartbeats and the laughter your music. Keeping the memory alive, kept you going in more ways than you could count. 

You closed your eyes diverting from the bustling streets, giving yourself time to get lost in the moment. 

It was strange. You were happy; you have gotten your fair share of luck, love, and friendship, and you might not have needed anything more from life because life was good. But, you wanted more from life.  

Your mind went back to Hinata, as it usually did. You wondered what you were to him right now. You only kept in touch for a little bit. Becoming friends was an option that you two discussed, but it only served as a reminder for what you two had before your relationship which only made it harder to be apart. Did being apart do to him what it did to you? Did he find everything he was looking for and more? 

If he saw you on the street, would he stop you to say hi? Or would it be weird? It pained you to have someone who you knew more than yourself become a stranger. 

It felt a little stalkerish, but you did manage to get information about Hinata through Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamahuchi, and Yachi whenever you saw them. 

Whenever you brought it up, which was expected every time you met up with them. It would either go one of two ways: Kageyama and Tsukishima would frown and say a variation of “why don’t you ask him yourself?” to which you’d reply with “just tell me” and they’d fuss up. The second way, which you preferred, always came from Yamaguchi and Yachi where they’d just end up telling you. 

All of them made your heart lighter. 

However, this past half year was busy. You didn’t see them except for some text messages and it felt rude to ask them about Hinata when you wanted to know how they were doing too. 

It wasn’t until two weeks ago that you knew Hinata was back in Japan. Yamaguchi invited you to the MSBY Black Jackals vs. Schweiden Adlers volleyball match and your immediate reaction was yes. You didn’t think that Hinata would mind seeing you there, minus the crying, the two of you had a clean break. But it no longer felt like it was your place, so you declined and watched it from home. 

Your roommate had to check on you multiple times because you couldn’t stop crying throughout the game, seeing Hinata and Kageyama play against each other was unlike anything you’ve watched. By the end of it you were full on sobbing. 

“You’re not falling asleep are you?” 

Your eyes jolted open and your hands went to your keyboard. Yua, one of your co-workers, smirked as she took a chair from another table and brought it over to yours. 

“Nope, definitely not sleeping.” 

“You were somewhere else though.” 

“Maybe,” you trailed off. 

The volleyball game, and Hinata’s presence in Japan threw you. You knew that Brazil wasn’t going to be forever and in retrospect a year and a half in Brazil seemed like nothing. You assumed that Hinata would go back to live with his parents because his time in Japan would be limited to how long he decided to stay on the Black Jackals team—there was no need for a permanent place. You lived in Tokyo now, a train ride away, but every time you walked out of your apartment or office building, you had the hope and fear of running into him. You’d imagine scenarios and what you would say, but it all amounted to nothing. 

“Hello? Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Yua leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “What’s wrong?” 

You shook your head. “I’m a little….homesick.” 

“Then go home.” 

“What?” 

Yua smiled. “Go home. We won't get another project for a couple of days and no one is in the office today.” 

You turned your head and every desk was filled. You gave her an incredulous look. 

Yua shifted into your line of sight and waved her hand dismissively. “You know what I mean. Plus, how much work can you do with your hand in the clouds? I’ll cover for you.” 

Yua was a new friend; she was a recent transfer from a smaller office. Did Yua know that home doesn't mean your apartment? At least in this sense, home meant Miyagi and a person. 

“Go home,” she repeated, “one day won’t make a difference.” 

You found yourself nodding and within minutes, you were on the way out of the building and booking a train ticket. One day wouldn’t make a difference in the office; the work would be done either way. But nothing can compare to a day at the beach and you needed one. 

The familiar rush of the sea, the sound of the unruly waves surrounded before you saw it. You paused. Maybe this was as far as you could go. It would be too hard to turn away from the water but you were so close. 

One look. 

You took off your shoes, walking towards the water, looking down at the sand and feeling the heat of it warming you. You sighed at the unknown relief. 

You looked up and stopped short of a person sitting on the beach. They sat crossed-legged, hands on their knees, and their back straight. You stood still, your feet weighed down by the sand. Orange hair took the place of the sun; it stood out against the blue waves and the shine of the sun. 

How long did you stand there? He didn’t notice you. Yet. You could turn around and no one would be any the wiser except for you. None of your fake scenarios prepared you for this, not at this time and not here. All of them were held in Tokyo, a place that was just a backdrop. 

You turned in your spot. Now that you knew he was here, you had ample time to prepare. The wind blew and the waves rippled louder against the sand. You never regretted the choice you and Hinata made that day. It was a chance both of you had to take in the greater spectrum of your lives. But now you are older and lived through not having Hinata at your side; it was a happy existence, but an existence that would always need more, need someone. 

Of all the choices you made and all the chances you took, how could this one be any harder? Walking away would become a moment in time where you’d regret your choice; it would taint the spot that you held close to your heart. 

You braced yourself and turned around. You were met with shining eyes gazing back into yours. Though his height was listed in the volleyball match program, Hinata was taller than you remembered, bulker too. Time hadn’t frozen and he changed. The smile on his lips told you everything you needed to know. He had changed, but he’d always be your Hinata. Your person; the one who made you laugh and felt safe. 

“I didn’t think you’d turn around,” he said. 

You swallowed. “Neither did I.” 

Tentatively, he reached for your hands the same way he and all through years ago. Your heart wrenched.  

“How about a deal?” 

You blinked back your tears and nodded. 

“We take today for us to enjoy and tomorrow we talk. I didn’t understand it at first, but now I do because I wouldn’t trade Brazil for anything. But I’m not in Brazil now, so I’d trade today for you. We can still change, but can we do it together now?” 

You held onto his hand tightly. “You make great deals.” 

Hinata’s smile widened, out shining the sun and the stars. He pulled you and with one fluid motion, you were in the water again. The sorrow and nervousness of what tomorrow would bring would be different. This time, you weren’t afraid to leave the water because new things were beyond it. 

Your moment in the sun with Hinata would last forever and more. You would make sure of it. 

Inspired by Moment in the Sun by Sunflower Bean. Kind of funny considering it’s cold here…and it’s December. Even the sun is cold. Can you tell I’ve only been writing papers :) Anyway, Happy Holidays - Kiwi  

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Posted: 25(6)/12/2022

[tau1tvec]

hi hi, mini fan of your blog here.. everything is just so pleasing to the soul on there…

not a wcif, but i’d love to know where you get your inspiration for the color palettes of your interiors? they’re always so beautiful!

much love, hopefully i don’t sound stalkerish lol

No, not at all, and thank you.

I honestly don't get them from anywhere in particular, I just kinda go for what I personally find appealing, or I feel suits my sim's tastes. I've also been trying to break out of my comfort zone lately when it comes to interiors, so I've honestly just been trying a little bit of everything, but if I were to think of one common source of inspiration, it'd probably be TV and movies?

I tend to overanalyze them anyway, story wise, but I also look for details in the settings, lighting, music and costumes. I know kitchens especially I tend to pay attention to a lot for some weird reason, lol.

How I perceive a lot of my own creative ideas, even in The Sims, is how I assume a director would, so the way I set up my interiors, colors, lighting, even how I dress my sims and where I choose my angles stems from that.

Which is funny, bc I don't think ppl realize a lot of their favorite films have a color palette too, much like a piece of art, even something as silly as Home Alone, if you watch it carefully the majority of the colors used in the McAlister home and their outfits are mostly varying shades of red and green ( Christmas colors ).

[hoghtastic]

“I swear, at this point she’s just like a stalkerish fangirl following everyone who’s remotely associated with him… 😅”

I mean, that is his girlfriend? It’s not that weird that she would follow people that’s close with him I’m sure she’s met them more than once in the almost 10 months they’ve been together. (Because we know he’s always with his friends, even though he doesn’t post it as much) y’all are always saying something about every little thing she does when most of the time you’re not even right about what you say, it’s just speculations (none of it is fact, you have all created this whole fake personality for her and you don’t even know her for real?) it’s weird as fuck. You’re just making speculations solely off of the fact that you don’t like her and you feel some kind of way just because she’s with Alex. When someone points that out, you circle right back around to the only 3 solid reasons you (might) have for not liking her. And the main one is the “you snooze you lose” post (which you even admitted yourself that you all could still possibly be wrong about that being targeted towards fans because it “could be an inside joke that they had that she didn’t mean to post on the main one”. Hence why after she deleted it she added a post to the private. Because it was actually meant to be private?) after that you all just started picking at every little thing she did after that and taking it personally as if she’s sending some kind of secret diss to you all, simply because you’re his fans. Y’all sound crazy as hell and then wonder why he’s stopped posting as much and why he stopped wanting and allowing for people to be tagged him in stuff as much when he hangs out with people, because y’all don’t know how to respect his privacy. Y’all go and search on his friends accounts for any sighting of him (and if you’re not doing it yourself you repost what other people found, like reposting a story form the bar opening of the back of his head, just because it’s Alex. and it was posted on and account of someone I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even follow?) and then complain about the fact that “he’s a liar” and that “he says he wants privacy but then does the complete opposite by doing this and that” but you guys are the ones that go and invade said privacy, like he’s obviously pulled away from instagram more because of you guys. Because of the constant hate towards anything he does that doesn’t cater to you. It’s insane.

Alright anon, first of all, thanks for adding to the discussion. But before we can continue, please:

Because the way you sound so triggered over what a bunch of people speculate online about Johanne makes it look like you're either Johanne herself or someone really close to her (and also something else you mentioned, but we'll get to it). So, let's see:

You say that it's not weird because she's his girlfriend. Well, I'd say that it is. A couple can have a common circle of friends, obviously, but they certainly had other friends before meeting each other and/or will make new friends in other environments their significant other isn't a part of. And that's perfectly fine! Just because people are dating they don't become conjoined twins, they don't need to be together 24/7 and spending some time apart with other people doing different activities is healthy! One doesn't need to know and automatically become friends with everyone who is a friend/acquaintance or remotely related to their partner! And that's actually what we've been witnessing. Not all of the people she followed are actually close friends of Alex, some are just in the same field of work or crossed paths at some point, and she still had to follow them right away. And then you say that "she’s met them more than once in the almost 10 months they’ve been together". Taking Lucas as an example, why wasn't she following him before then? And only did last weekend after the bar opening? One would say they only met that evening and she didn't lose an opportunity to make another famous acquaintance and enmesh herself even more in Alex's circle. Also kudos for knowing the exact date they started dating.

You claim that we're always making speculations about her and that we don't know her for real. That part is true, I don't know her. But do you? If yes, please enlighten us and tell us why we're all so wrong about her. Because, personally, I'm not making speculations "solely off of the fact that I don’t like her" nor do I "feel some kind of way just because she’s with Alex". She's actually had some questionable attitudes which made me dislike her, and these weren't assumptions but facts — things that actually happened (not "might" have happened) and many people witnessed them (please refer to this post if you care about reading them, as I don't like repeating myself). And no, the "you snooze, you lose" incident isn't even the main reason. Stealing another person's artwork, making it pass as her own, and then pretending it didn't happen instead of acknowledging her mistake is. And I would have found this behavior really problematic whether it had come from Johanne or from any other person, regardless of whoever they were dating.

And while we're still speaking of the "you snooze, you lose" post, how can you be so certain that it was posted to her private account after she deleted it from her main one? Unless you're some kind of hacker, Johanne herself or someone close to her who actually follows said account? Or are you just speculating like everyone else here? Because if it's the latter, then you shouldn't be referring to us as "ya'll" as if you're any better, then.

While I agree that stalking Alex's friends looking for the smallest sight of him can be annoying to these people, most of them actually tag him in their stories, as if wanting a repost or at least some attention. And it's undeniable that a few people close to him have done it in the past. While others have set their accounts to private and/or avoid tagging him. But just for the record, all the content you'll see posted here comes from public accounts, as I believe stealing content from private accounts is wrong. And if I ever repost something (either from another blog, or something that people submitted) and you know that it was private, by all means let me know.

And by the end of your ask, I believe you're mixing things up. No one is saying that he's a liar about wanting privacy just because he hangs out with friends and is tagged partying with them, or takes part in public events (be it movie premieres, charity events or product launchings). People were just taken by surprise about him being so adamant on keeping his private life private for the past few years, but then suddenly exposing his relationship the way he has, either in the press or by having friends recording and reposting a birthday party, for example. And then him tagging his exact locations while on holidays. Just little things that don't match with being a very private person. In conclusion, it’s not about people digging online to find things about him, it’s about Alex himself being inconsistent in the way he handles his own privacy.

And last but not least, no one is hating on him. People are free to support and like a person, and still dislike and/or disagree with some of their attitudes. No one is perfect, anyway. But we're all entitled to our own opinions, which is exactly what we've been sharing here, in a way that isn’t harming or offending anyone. And believe me, if we were all “haters” this blog wouldn’t even exist in the first place, as I believe people have better things to do with their time than waste it with things they don’t even like. Which makes me wonder why you’re here? Clearly you don’t agree with what we’ve been doing here and you sent a whole ask criticising us for it, and what opinions we might have, but didn’t actually share your own. You defended Johanne, and while I gave you valid reasons as to why a lot of us dislike her, you failed to provide yours for actually liking her as a person and thinking we’re all wrong. So by all means, you’re more than welcome to add to the discussion and do so. Otherwise, you can always find other blogs whose content is more to your liking.

Either way, thanks for sharing your thoughts once again. Have a lovely day! 😊✨

[seven-little-constellations]

Sunshine’s Shadow

Working on a little piece based on @bluebxlle-writer ‘s Hero X Villain Prompts (#10). It’s a rough draft, and I’m working on cleaning it up right now, but I thought I’d post it anyways.

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence (suffocation, drugging, blood due to various wounds), trauma, weird and probably really unhealthy relationship (it came out more romantic then I wanted, I’m going to fix it in the next draft)

Story is below the cut~

He finds the Hero hanging from the ceiling.

He wants to vomit.

The Villain knows he is cruel. He has never been someone who denied that. The one thing he hated most in life was hypocrites. He had his fair share of murders. He had managed, by some horrible twist of humor, to start a trend, of pumping victims full of adrenaline and caffeine to keep them awake as he broke them.

She twitches a little bit, ruby drops falling to the floor, the wires glimmering and tightening and digging into fine skin and muscle. There’s a tiny sound from her and he feels his head spin.

The Villain is a cruel man.

But he is also loyal. Those who manage to worm his way into his mind are the ones that he hoards like precious treasures.

(His everything is strung up for all the goddamn world to see)

The Villain loves easily, and his heart is a piece of pulp that pumps blood and nothing more. He’ll laugh with lovers and friends. They’re pretty little toys that he can cut up and stitch together to make something new.

But it’s the people who know him. The people who don’t try to wiggle through the nine levels of hell that is his soul, but the people who are with him from the get-go. The people who are also being chewed up by the devil.

The Hero. She’s something remarkable. That first meeting, he had looked into honey-dark eyes and seen light ripping through the darkness. He knew that darkness, and needed to know how that light was there.

(Light glints from the wires, they’re embedded in her body. Cruel, so cruel.)

He had been a bit stalkerish, he won’t lie. It wasn’t his greatest moment. But he looked into her past and saw that it was like his.

This goddess, who’s genesis was in the worst parts of the world, just like him, crawled out of it not unscathed, not undamaged, but truly alive all the same.

An inspiration. An anomaly. Something he would use as a muse for the rest of his life.

But with every meeting, with every battle, with every curse spat, every broken shout, every round of clever banter, and then, one night, when they had both fought themselves into sated oblivion, a quiet conversation on a destroyed rooftop, looking up at skyscraper lights pretending to be constellations, the Hero became more and more of a person to the Villain.

His other half. The light to his darkness. His fucking soulmate, if you want to call it that. Who knows, she was the only one who could get him to wax poetic like this.

(He was going to have to hurt her to save her)

But now.

Now she was broken.

Because there were others. Others that loved her like he used to, like the toy he had once believed her to be.

And one of them caught her.

So here she was. Strung up. Hooks through freckled skin, piano wire weaving a glistening net on the ceiling, crystalline drops of ruby red painting the cement floor beneath her.

If that was all, he would have been furious, of course. He knew she would never want that. And he was a slave to her, and to make her upset would be as good as stabbing him.

But a small, guilty part of him would also find it remarkable and beautiful. She did look so pretty strung up like a butterfly caught in a web.

But her face.

Muzzled. Eyes closed, and he was pretty sure they were glued shut.

(Can’t breathe, can’t breathe, ______ please help me I can’t breathe)

He knew the contraption on her face. It was designed to make sure that there wasn’t enough air. Just enough to keep you alive.

On that rooftop, she once told him about how she was buried alive. How the taste of dust filled her mouth and how she could never, never be in small spaces and how she was so lucky she could fly, because she’d rather freeze in the stratosphere then die trapped on earth.

She had told him that one day she would take him to the real stars.

He opened his mouth and tendrils of shadow spilled out, hitting the floor in a pool of darkness then slithering up the walls and down the wires.

He whispered an apology as the darkness reached under her skin and muscle and cut pieces of flesh around the hooks free.

She dropped to the floor, but he was there to catch her, more shadows racing out of him and bracing his arms.

A wheeze of air escaped her behind the muzzle, pained and scared she was scared.

(Are you ever scared?)

The Villain murmured, trying to comfort her as best as he can as the thinnest tendrils he could muster behind the bubbling rage and fear and empathy, god this is why he tried to cut the empathy out of himself it hurt so fucking bad.

The shadows slipped into delicate locks and mechanisms around the mask, he had to be oh-so-careful or he could wind up tightening the piece and making it worse.

It released with a quiet click and then he had his arms full of screaming, crying, thrashing Hero.

He didn’t try to block when she managed to pin him to the ground. She was aiming blindly, her eyes still glued shut, and she was shaky and wasn’t thinking straight. Her blows were flailing and had no power, only desperation behind them.

“WHY! WHY! WHY?!” she howled.

“I’m sorry.” The Villain whispered.

The Victim stopped, body trembling and heaving and oh God.

He slowly raised his hands, reaching for her face. The moment he touched her she reeled back, swiping her own hands at the streaks of red he left behind.

“No, no, no…” she started to rock back and forth, clawing at her eyes, “nononononONO NO!”

“I need to get the glue off,” he pleaded. “I swear I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to after that.”

“NONONONONONO!” She kept chanting. A bit of the delicate skin under her right eye tore.

(Do your scars hurt?)

“He–” she wasn’t a Hero anymore. Fuck, she wasn’t a Hero anymore. She was broken. “Sunshine. Please.”

She went limp, collapsing like a rag doll over him.

“You don’t know that name.” Her voice was nearly gone. “No one knows that name anymore.”

He closed his eyes, wanting to touch her and soothe her, but not willing to set her off again.

It wasn’t only the villains who refused to think of the Hero as a person. The People, the Ants, thought of her as something else.

(Did you ever want to be a God?)

“Of course I know that name.” He said. “It was a trade, remember? I gave you mine and you gave me yours.”

She started to cry, great, hiccuping sobs.

“Yeah, remember? You told me you would take me to the stars, I was making shadow puppets and shit. This was after you broke my jaw, and that was after I kicked you into that one rich lady’s building. You got sued to high heaven for that, remember?”

“Azriel,” she chokes out and the Villain sighs.

“Yeah, Sunshine. Don’t go around wearing that name out, it’s only for you, ok?” He moves his hands, resting them oh-so-lightly on her shoulders. “Let me get the glue off, yeah? Then you can beat my ass or scream at me or tell me that you never want to see me again.” And he would obey. He would even try not to spy on her. It would kill him to not see his reflection in her eyes, but he would do it.

A trembling hand slowly comes up to one of his bloodstained ones and laces her fingers through his, and a breath he didn’t realize he was holding wheezes out of him like he got his lungs stepped on.

“Come on Hero, don’t go soft on me now.”

[oh-my-damn]

Can I ask a legit question….how did the drama today start? I saw a screenshot of the story Justin posted and some pic of Joanna. I didn’t see them in Chris’ house. A house people claim is or isn’t his which is weird to even be debating about.

People really don’t see how crazy this is, screw Chris and his actions, but people are literally jumping to any and all conclusions today without any facts. Did I miss a picture or proof they were at Chris’ house, I’m confused. I saw ONE blog mention Vermont and now everyone is losing it.

Also regardless of anything None of this affects us other than if we choose to continue entertaining this mess or whether we continue to support chris or not. This is madness.

If a “breakup” story happens within the month then people will argue chris is just trying to save his ass, like it’ll never end.

Also to the fandom, stop tracking his flights and posting his properties that’s stalkerish behavior, not normal, neither is me typing all of this. 😬

It’s 2023, I’m leaving this mess behind. If there are any Dodger updates please post. 😂 take care!

You said a whole lot without saying anything at all babe. Can I just remind you that they are posting these thing specifically bc they know the fandom is going to find shit out?

They did it last year, they know how it works. Stop putting it on the fandom for doing what theyve been doing for years - if he wanted a private life he would keep his shit private. He loves the attention, he's a famous actor for christ sakes.

Anyway, all I'm gonna say is that it is in fact his house. You can tell by the picture. His neighbors house is in the background, the ski lift is the same, and Tara has even posted from the house, too.

It's not debatable whether he's there. What's debatable is whether you choose to still support Chris with everything we know now.

I would advise you not to, but you do you.

[anothersebastianblog]

No offense an yes some of the fan sightings in nyc are from visitors. Other are from locals. Nyc fans are very active on Twitter

I have no doubt things declined recently but between more people hanging out in the places he goes to, fans that knows his usual places and non nyc fans that visit nyc with the hope of meeting him… indeed he is seen more there

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The people you are referencing to who “NYC fans” if it’s the same ones I follow, they are people who are temporarily living there or there for school or are visiting for a while and also trying to find him at the same time. I do not consider those New Yorkers. Those, to us, are still tourists. And they are stupidly creepy, and thankfully only a handful of them are even still around. But I don’t trust their non spotting at all. They’re just freaks.

But, please, people need to stop categorizing his nyc fans as the ones seaking him out because we don’t. And if we did see him we don’t acknowledge it. I know it sounds weird, especially in a fandom, but that’s New Yorker love right there. You wouldn’t get it until you are one. Trust me. ❤️

Like I said, the ones hanging out where he goes to are not the real New Yorkers and there aren’t many. Let’s stop with this he’s not in nyc because he hasn’t been spotted narrative because it is not reliable. It’s a 2020-2022 Deuxmoi-TFATWS era fans mentality.

About your last point, only reason I can think of for him being naturally spotted here in nyc more is actually by the occasional NON fan because here you walk more, you use public transportation, where in LA there isn’t much to do. It’s not a city like NYC. You drive. You stay inside buildings more. It’s just different.

He has a better chance of being spotted in NYC because chances of him walking around is greater and being seen by people, not because of “stalkers”. He has stalkers in every state and every country. LA fans run around Los Feliz constantly trying to find him, as well. They are the bad ones. But it’s harder because of what I said before. You drive there. You are in a house or building more.

If anything, real New Yorkers are the most respectable ones. Because we see and we go the other way. We don’t even approach or take photos. Don’t confuse fans who live in New York with fans who visit New York, are out of town for sometime, or the ocasional rando who happens to see him because he’s outdoor more.

But I will say again, I do think there’s been a misconception with how much he’s getting spotted now compared to during TFATWS era. He was more popular then among fan girls and with his Pam and Tommy stuff. His hype has died down a bit, and even if he were to be seen now I don’t think it would be as mentioned as it was during 2020-2022 when Deuxmoi also became more popular. Know what I mean?

I think his spottings has reverted slightly to when he was famous 2014-2019. Just because it’s only sometimes mentioned he’s seen somewhere it doesn’t mean he’s only been at those places, I think. That’s just my two cents on the full thing. Sorry about the rant by the way. We New Yorkers don’t like this misconception about us. It pisses us off.

LA fans and Atlanta fans are 1000000x more chance of stalkerish attitude and caring about chasing him down. Which is why I never understood the rooting for him to “lay low” there. There, people will find the house address and wait outside the house. The have NO shame. Tourists also have less interest to visit there than NYC. It’s a bit boring lol. It’s just talked about less.

Maybe you’re not from the US so hopefully this makes more sense. 😊

Posting this because it is long i guess it took you time writing it so i would feel bad not posting it. It’s more like a love letter to a city than a real reply to the topic we are discussing.

And yes, ny fans have a reputation and i am sorry about that. I love NYC and i love he considers himself a new yorker and has been living there since his first day in the us. That being said you guys should take it personal when people say fans in ny are able to spot him easily because the reasons are a lot, not just stalker behaviour! Of course not all of you are stalkers!!! But some people that visit ny/study there/lives there (i am sorry i will still consider the last two as a single category) knows his places, it’s a fact. And this added to the fact that you go by public transportation in more crowded places makes ny the place he is spotted more (indeed no spottings doesn’t mean he is not in ny, I didn’t know this had to be said!).

He is spotted in LA sometimes yes, when he goes to popular restaurants or museums etc and i am sure stalkish fans are everywhere, probably even in the smallest state ever. But he is spotted less because, thanks to how the city is, he can lay lower.

So don’t take this personally. As i said it’s a mixture of things.

Adding this other asks to my reply just to show another opinion because i have seen these tweets and i saw videos just less than two years ago of people chasing him, it’s nobody’s fault if it happens more in nyc, as you said, it’s more popular.

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

Lol I decided to be brave and not to hide using the anon mask. 🌝🤡

Have you ever thought about this NSFW/Explicit possessive Zhongli pounding reader in front of their stalkers? Like, there are these weird stalkers who always take a peek at reader whenever they got the chance. Zhongli finally had enough of it and decided to show them who owns this puss—🤐

"Pity. A mere human cannot touch what's mine. You see this seal on her abdomen? Yes, it means my seed is there to take place."

🥵💦 water pls

Thank you for waiting! ╰(￣ω￣ｏ)

Also you're tougher than all of the U.S. Marine for going non-anon lmao mad respect (≧∀≦)ゞ From the moment I saw your asked I knew it would awaken something in me and it did lmao it took me so long since I had to make sure I'd have enough horny vocab for this lmao and so let me water and quench your thirst now lmao.

Thanks for the first ever womb tattoo ask. Photo of the womb tattoo included.

CW: Public Sex, Mind Break, Dub-con

Marking You Gently

Summary: Zhongli appreciated how you were honest with him by revealing how your past lovers were run off by the amount of stalkers you had and he was pleased with how dependent you were on him to get rid of them, he just never thought he'd have to resort to drastic measure to stake his claim not that he was complaining.

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Zhongli was keenly aware of your innate ability to attract stalkers. This much you had admitted to him when he had been on the receiving end of a particularly foolish one. Of course, this had not deterred him from courting you at all, if any, he had enjoyed the challenge of keeping you safe and staking his claim on you to your stalkers.

And you were so cooperative too, you had let him gift you accessories in his colors and wore it proudly on a day to day basis. That you spent most nights in his bed and company only made his win sweeter. Zhongli strived to ensure that you would be happy and content in a relationship with him and if that meant curbing his own stalkerish tendencies...well...it was a small price to pay.

It was this confidence that led him to not properly pay attention when one of your stalkers had gotten particularly...courageous.

“Zhongli~” you whined at him, worry and annoyance in your eyes, as you clung to his arm. Your soft breasts and erect nipples were a welcome sensation to his arm, “I can’t find some of my panties~”

Zhongli thought for a moment, trying to remember if he had forgotten to return some of your panties he had used to fap with, “Have you checked the laundry?”

“I did!” You were tearing up, voice about to cry “I-I think some of them got it again…” You clutched at his arm tightly shivering at the thought of your stalkers being able to easily invade Zhongli’s tightly warded home.

At your words, all thought of fingering your bare pussy fell out of Zhongli’s mind, he didn’t like seeing you scared and teary eyed. He kissed your forehead, removing his arm from the tender clutches of your soft breasts and enticing nipples to give you a tender hug of comfort.

“Why don’t you accompany me for a while? Until I catch those disgusting vermin?” Zhongli offered, soft smile on his face as he gently rubbed your back.

“Will Hu Tao be fine with that?” You asked, uneasy at inconveniencing the first boyfriend to ever care about you this much.

“Of course” Zhongli replied, kissing you sweetly on your lips.

It was easy then to use sex to calm your frightened self, Zhongli’s kiss grew heated and lascivious as his hands drew teasing circles on your ass and thighs, squeezing it in intervals before teasingly grazing on the folds of your pussy. He squeezes your ass cheeks, spreading it apart before he firmly places his hand below your ass to grab you up.

You cooperate with him, moving your legs to firmly hug his waist, your wet pussy rubbing against his erect cock. You moaned into his kisses, body shivering with delight as you clung to his body.

“Mn~” You moaned as your tongue entwined with his.

The wet sound of kissing seemed loud in Zhongli’s quiet apartment, the panting noises coming from the two of you could be heard clearly. As Zhongli placed you on top of his dining table, hands going under your shirt to fondle your soft breasts and play with your erect nipples.

“Haaa~” You panted as your body arched with pleasure, Zhongli’s long and thick cock was rubbing against your clit.

“Just leave everything to me” He said, as he laid reverent kisses on top of your stomach. Leaving a trail of hickeys that led to your throat. He had already ripped your shirt off your body, exposing your breasts that still carried last night’s marks and your erect nipples which still had his teeth marks surrounding it.

“Forget about all those unpleasant things, my love” He crooned as he kissed you on the pulse beside your neck. His free hand was teasing your wet pussy, fingering it until he knew that you would be able to take all of him all the way in.

“Zhong-” You moaned “-please! Put it in!” You begged brokenly as his masterful ministrations on your body left you a panting and moaning mess.

Zhongli hummed in satisfaction, “And what do we say?”

“Plea-please” You began shakily, “put your co-cock in my slutty pushy!”

You fumbled on the last word, moaning it out as Zhongli thrusted his thick cock inside you in one strong move, not bothering to wait until you finished speaking. He moved his hips back and forth, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot again and again until you could only moan and call out his cock with a loving voice.

You were oblivious to the predatory grin in Zhongli’s face or the way his eyes glinted dangerously as his mind thought of a solution to your ability to attract stalkers. He licked his lips, growing aware of the change in his teeth to fangs.

He bent over to suck on your nipples, his hands preoccupied with keeping your legs spread apart as he thrusted his cock against your wall.

You keened, your body arching and pussy clenching on his dick as you came, Zhongli moaned as he came with you, spilling his seed inside your clenching pussy and uterus, he spilled so much cum, as if he had not just creampied you last night until the early hours of the morning.

He collapsed on top of you as you lay limply on the table, panting and pussy twitching from the earth shattering orgasm you had.

“Have you heard of womb tattoos?” Zhongli asked as he lovingly and gently cradled your face, kissing you on your cheek.

You blushed, “No, I haven’t.”

He hummed, not bothering to unseathe himself from your warm and comfortable pussy, “It is typically used for lewd purposes,” Zhongli explained as he let his hand drop from your face, gently tracing a line from your neck, passing through your left tit, playfully rubbing your nipple, before he ultimately ends it on the area above your crotch “But it can also be used as a way to repel...shall we say your disgusting stalkers?”

You let out a soft “oh!”

“Would it be painful?” You asked, worried that tattooing it on that area would be too much for your pain tolerance.

“It wouldn’t” Zhongli assured you “I would never let you feel any pain.”

He smiled at you with so much affection that you easily agreed to his solution, you didn’t bother to give any input to what Zhongli was going to do, you had so much trust in him that you simply waited for the day he’d marked you and solved your most annoying and hated problem.

You hadn’t thought to ask what it would do, believing that Zhongli would make the tattoo a repellent against your stalkers. Which wasn’t wrong per se, it wasn’t until the tattoo was put into use did you register what it would actually do.

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For Zhongli, it was normal blissful week of having you in his arms, regaling you with Liyue’s rich history and flirting with you as a gentleman would. It was his day off, and thus he had brought you to Wangshu Inn for a short staycation for the weekend. His strong presence at your side had deterred even your most courageous and stubborn stalkers, not that it had stopped them from trying to take a peek at you when you bathed or changed clothes.

A quick petrification to some of the most vile ones was an easy way to scare off the rest of them. By the time he was done turning some of them into stone, you were finished with your business and happily ensconced yourself into his arms. Purposefully not paying attention to the new additions on the inn’s decoration.

“Shall I take you to solve some geo puzzles?” He offered, his hand resting lowly on your hip, just above your crotch, firmly gripping you at the sides.

“Okay~!” You happily complied, leaning even closer to him much to his visible satisfaction.

While you were happily clinging into Zhongli, listening to his engaging explanation of how the mechanism worked and its purpose, you were unaware of the group of stalkers that were watching you from behind. They were lying on the ground, using the natural reflective surface of the water to take a peek at your crotch that was exposed due to the crotchless panties Zhongli had you wear underneath your clothes.

From their binoculars, they could see how wet you were, cum dribbling slowly out of your pussy that had them salivating and achingly hard. They were imagining that it was their cock being shoved to your exquisite pussy, that it was their cum that was dribbling down the folds of your thoroughly used cunt.

They were so immersed in their fantasy that they had not noticed Zhongli’s murderous glare as he sealed them together as if they were Azhdaha.

“It seems that none of you had learned the lesson” He spoke coldly, glaring with complete and uncharacteristic derision in his eyes as he watched them visibly turn pale.

You stood behind Zhongli, trembling with fear, you had never seen him quite this mad. It wasn’t until he had pulled you to the front, your dress shoved up to your waist and exposing your wet cunt and glowing tattoo did your heart start beating faster.

“Zho-zhongli?” You called out to your lover, trembling in his arms, as your legs shookt from the lecherous looks of your stalkers.

“Don’t worry my love, it’s about time for them to know who owns you” He whispered in your ear, making your pussy visibly throb and grow wetter.

You could feel your mind slowly turning hazy as your body heated up. The tattoo glowed brightly as Zhongli began fingering you. You were helpless and growing weaker, only capable of leaning on his chest, weakly grasping on the sleeves of his clothes as you began to moan.

Your legs automatically spread themselves, exposing the pink and cum-filled inside of your pussy, letting your stalkers know that Zhongli had thoroughly fucked and came inside your pussy earlier.

“Zhong-nnn!” You tried to call his attention, wanting to put a stop at his action but as his fingers curled inside your cunt, you let out a seductive moan that went straight to the cocks of every male in your vicinity.

“Good girl,” Zhongli praised as he watched your hand reach for the zipper of his pants, “Show them how much you want my cock.”

You nodded, eyes hazy, as you turned around and shakily knelt on the ground, your hands fumbled to get his cock out. You happily mouthed through the fabric of his pants as you tried to get his thick and long cock out of its constraints. Zhongli’s large hand was a comforting weight on your head, petting you as praises flowed out of his mouth.

“Such a good slut, not needing more instructions on her master’s part” He praised “Look at you happily fucking your mouth to my cock the moment you see it.”

You senselessly blowed his dick, tongue swirling on its tip and swallowing all of length until it hit the back of your throat again and again. You had long since forgotten about your stalkers or the fact that you were giving them a show.

Your mind was filled only with the thought of Zhongli’s cock and his cum. You whined when you felt him pull away, crying at the lost of the warm and comforting weight of his cock on your tongue.

“Shhhh” He appeased you, “turn around love, put your hands on the wall of the seal.”

You did as he said, body automatically positioning itself to a lewd pose, your tits were pressed on the wall of the seal, making your stalkers gulp and try to reach for it only to be electrified by the seal’s wall.

Zhongli smirked at their audaciousness.

“Cock~! I want your want cock~!” You cried out as you bent your body further, until your ass was pushed up to the air, shaking your hips to entice Zhongli. Your legs were spread apart to show him the pussy he loved and owned.

“Good girl” Zhongli purred as he took his cock and guided it to the folds of your pussy. He teased your cunt, sliding the head of his cock up and down the wet folds of your pussy making you whine and try to push your pussy towards his cock.

He slapped your ass, “Behave.”

You did as you were told, there was no autonomy in your mind anymore, the glowing symbol on your abdomen had thoroughly wiped out any sense in your brain. Zhongli had reduced you to walking, talking flesh light.

With a look of superiority, Zhongli thrusted his cock inside your waiting pussy, he maintained eye contact with your stalkers as he fucked you from behind. He mercilessly plunged his cock in your abused pussy, ramming it again and again against your cervix, the pain turning into pleasure. Each thrust of his had the tattoo glowing drawing attention to it as you moaned and drooled from the pleasure. You were no longer the proper and energetic lady that was known in Liyue.

Zhongli’s cock and womb tattoo had reduced you to this lewd slut that craved his cock and cum. Your mind was filled with sex and pleasure, begging him for more,

“Please! Give me your seed!” You cried “Breed me! Ahn~!”

Zhongli watched as some of your stalkers threw away their dignity and started fapping to your lewdness.

He pulled you away from the wall, hoisting you up and fucking you as your arms automatically wrapped itself backwards on his neck. He made out with you sloppily while his cock fucked your pussy, bulge visible on your stomach and slightly deforming the glowing tattoo.

You came from the immense pleasure but Zhongli didn’t bother stopping even as you lay limp and unconscious in his arms. He kept on fucking you, hands groping your wildly bouncing chest as your stalkers started pumping their cocks faster.

He turned to them and taunted, “Pity. A mere human cannot touch what's mine.” He placed a kissed to the side of your throat as his eyes grew darker and his voice dripped with possessiveness that belonged to a dragon, “You see this seal on her abdomen?”

He smiled darkly as he saw recognition on their eyes, it was only natural for them to know what it was considering that they all had the same thoughts towards you. The difference was that he had won and they were losers, pitiful humans who would never have you nor have you sire their spawn.

With great delight, Zhongli crushed all of their dreams as he confirmed the worst of their thoughts, “Yes, it means my seed is there to take place."

And then he spilled all of his cum inside your pussy, spilling it all the way through your uterus as the mark glowed brightly before slowly dimming and sinking back beneath your skin.

It was a clear sign that Zhongli had successfully impregnated you.

“Don’t ever step foot in Liyue again” He ordered, eyes glowing bright as he cursed them out of the land.

He left with you in tow, fixing your clothes and pushing back the cum that dripped on the inside of your thighs back to your pussy. Zhongli smiled at your sleeping form, content and pleased with the knowledge that none of your stalkers would ever bother you again.

“I wonder how you would act with other variations of this tattoo?”

[hanmasghost]

Kazutora Hanemiya as a… Secret Admirer

Please look at my page before requesting

A/N: I remember writing this the first time, me and my friends agreed that Kazutora would be a lil’ bit stalkerish/yandere like, and I still agree with this statement

Pronouns: Not specified

Warning(s): this kinda steps into yandere territory, Kazutora is creepy asf

Kazutora probably met you in juvie so we’re gonna go off that, k?

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Kazutora was soon to be released from juvie in a few weeks. To him it felt like foreverrrrr till he’d get out.

That was until he met you, Y/N. 

Turned out y’all were getting out around the same time. With you getting out three days after Kazutora did.

You both spent the rest of your weeks in juvenile detention together. Hanging out and chatting. 

He told you that he was in there for accidentally killing someone close to his friend. He started to tear up when you didn’t say anything. He thought he just lost his chance to have a new friend. Turns out you were fine with it. “I mean it was an accident after all” is what you said. 

You also told him that you were here because of some issues with your parents and you did something that got you put in here. You weren’t very specific tho.

Honest to god.. Kazutora didn’t think he’d fall for someone he met a few weeks ago so quickly.. but it felt like you guys have been together forever ya know? You even accepted the fact his was a murderer! Not everyone actually just lets that go.. they yell at him and/or are afraid that he might accidentally kill them too. Some kids straight up avoid him, others bully him and give him mean looks, then there’s the weirdos who admire him and think it’s cool as hell. Then there’s you. The one who didn’t judge or be weird about it. Just accepted that as reality, and that it was all a mistake that Kazutora couldn’t take back even when he wanted to. 

Maybe that’s why he liked you? You accepted him and his mistakes all in one. Then decided to be friends with him dispute the mean looks, and the true an untrue rumors about him.

Maybe it was the way when he randomly got triggered and started crying about how horrible his father was you sat there and held him. It was such a warm embrace that made him feel secure and safe.

Maybe it was the way you teased him for his mood swings.

He had lots of ideas on why he probably liked you. 

Though he couldn’t decide on the remaining factor.

What he did know though was that even once you both got out of juvie, he wouldn’t let you go. 

You had to be by his side forever. 

Someone who would accept him and his errors no matter what he did. 

Someone who would listen to him.

Someone that cared for him and he could care for back.

He wanted.. no.. needed you stay with him forever once you both got of this hell hole.

Maybe you’d both join a gang together!

Okay.. okay wait.. It should be your decision.. cause what if you don’t want to be by his side forever… He  knows he can’t just force you to! That’d be cruel towards you…

Though… if you did stay by his side forever…. He wouldn’t need to hurt any of your friends outside of juvie…. Decisions, decisions… what’s yours?

[pianostarinwonderland]

Hi!! Could you do Rook and Vil for the character bingo?

[From here!]

I did Vil’s over here!

Rook

Back when Rook was first revealed, I could not accept the fact that he looked like… that. Why was his smile so off? Why is he a guy? He looks like a girl. He looked like a witch to me. 😂 The hair, the odd smile, Rook weirded me out, and I couldn’t even reconcile his looks with his gender, which made it worse.

When the game was released, I kept thinking he looked like Madame Red from Black Butler. I knew his voice, and I could not reconcile the fact that that deep voice belonged to someone feminine-looking at the time. And it was because of this that I disliked Rook to the point I couldn’t understand how people could like him. This lasted for a few months until Pomefiore came out, I knew more Rook stans, and eventually, that dislike of Rook faded away, now turned to interest.

I like to think of Rook as the version of me that isn’t dulled by the world. My mom always says that I see the beauty in the little things, and I am like that. I love to stop and listen to a busker playing music, I love to slow down, whether in a mall or in a park, just to admire the sights and sounds. But I’d be ashamed to say that this is beautiful or that is gorgeous, simply because I know the people around me would scrunch their eyebrows and go, “What makes it pretty?” But Rook doesn’t care, he just basks in the beauty of something or someone. And he isn’t ashamed to express his admiration for it. That in itself is beautiful—the world has not dulled him of his love for beauty, and that’s amazing.

I can also relate to the stalking part 🧍when I was a kid, I used to follow people in my school who interested me. Back then, I didn’t really know, nor did I care. BUT DON’T WORRY, I’M A BETTER PERSON THAN THAT NOW 😭😭😭 please don’t stalk people.

Rook is one of those characters that has already kind of gone through his character development. He’s one of the more mature members of the cast because he’s already found himself, learned about his own identity. So the main thing I want for Rook now is to learn more about his family and his own secrets rather than looking forward to seeing how else he’d grow further (but of course, he can develop further! There will always be room for improvement). There’s the theory that Rook and his family are spies or agents for governments. This has strong evidence stemming from Snow White, where the Hunter does the Evil Queen’s dirty work essentially. Since the Hunter was tasked with the murder of Snow White, it’s very much possible that Rook and his family may have those kinds of tasks too. It makes sense, especially when knowing about Rook as a child and even as a first year—he was rather unfeeling as a child or even apathetic, and it took listening to an opera to awaken emotions inside of him. Even in his first year, while he admired beauty, he didn’t care about his own self. Rook is full of stories, and I’d love to hear more about him.

Understandably, a lot of people don’t like Rook for his stalkerish behavior. I personally don’t care too much about it, but I do find that Rook is more favorable when thinking about his relationships with Epel and Vil. He’s acted as a sort of mentor to Epel, being the person who’s helped Epel with how to use his UM in chapter 6 and many more things. And with Vil, you can see that he is a good friend. He knows what are things about Vil that need improvement in, whether it’s in his appearance or in his character. And he’s going to point it out. He wants Vil to become even better and even more beautiful. And honestly, that moment when Rook was about to drink Vil’s poisoned apple juice because he wanted to believe Vil wouldn’t poison Neige 😭😭😭 like nobody touch me, that moment will always do shit to me.

[forabeatofadrum]

There is nothing ironic about show choir (10/30)

Notes:

Two show choirs, both alike in dignity, In fair Watford, where we lay our scene, Yada, yada

AO3

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Prompt: Angst

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SIMON

This is a disaster.

I am very bad at being covert. I did take out a book and I pretend to read it, but Baz is probably onto me. Penny says that I am a stalker, but please, it is a mutual stalkerish relationship. Baz has always been weirdly interested in me, especially after our fifth year.

I keep looking over my book, before quickly looking away. Baz keeps sighing very loudly.

I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder what he’s doing. I wonder-

“You do realise your book is upside down, right, Salisbury?” he sneers.

Oh.

I actually pay attention to what’s on the pages and I feel myself turning red when I realise he’s right.

“So, you’re looking at me,” I say back, trying to put the focus on that, “How? Don’t tell me you have a weird camera angled at my bed because that’d be pretty we-”

“I see your reflection in the window, you dumb numptie. Unlike you, I don’t take extra measures to spy my roommate.”

I snap my book shut.

“I do not take extra measures.”

“So you admit to stalking?” Baz turns around on his seat so that I can see the cocky grin on his face. What a dick. “Is my life that interesting.”

“No, your choir is. And you represent your choir.”

“Pippa represents my choir,” Baz says, although he sounds pained, “I have never been lead.”

“But you are talented. And smart. And thoughtful. So if there’s one person who is plotting Ruta’s downfall, it’s you. And Ruta’s downfall, is my downfall.”

Baz snorts.

“Please, Salisbury,” he says mockingly, “No one cares about Rutaceae. Not even Agatha cared enough. Everyone knows that you are the only one who thinks of Rutaceae like that, because everyone also knows that Rutaceae is the only thing that’s good about you.”

My face hardens.

“You’re a shell of your former self. You proved yourself at eleven and you were then rendered useless-”

“Shut up.”

“- and you’re a good singer, I’ll give you that, but that is all you have to offer and you know it.”

“Shut up.”

“Because if there’s no Rutaceae, then what is the point of you?”

“Shut up!”

Baz is right though. I am no longer the Chosen One. Maybe I never was. I had magic that was exceptional, but it was probably never mine to have. That’s why I am not blowing up in his face now. Instead, I can only yell and throw myself at him.

Baz has great reflexes, since he’s a fucking vampire, and he grabs my wrists and flings me aside. I look back at him and for a second he looks surprised. After years of mutual antagonism, I’ve never jumped him. It’s a good thing he actually prevented me from hurting him, because I would’ve been thrown out and then I wouldn’t have Ruta and fuck Baz is right, then I am nothing.

But if I am too invested in Ruta, then he is too invested in Vitis. Two can play this game. We’re still looking at each other, and I smile.

[pigeonp0st]

Heyy, could you do a Quinn Fabray x reader where they're both on the cheerios and they both have feelings for each other but are too afraid to say it? Then one day they're studing at Quinn's house or something like that but it all turns into a makeout session and they end up confessing their feelings. I'm sorry if that was too specific, anyway i hope you have an amazing day, i really love your writing

Quinn Fabray x Reader #2

Words:1,121

Warnings: uh...none

Notes:

Thank you! I hope this is what you were looking for (I’m going to reluctantly admit that i’ve never actually watched Glee, i’ve just read a whole bunch of fics, that’s why I always feel a bit shy about writing for her). Sorry for any and all spelling mistakes. (And for this, i’m disappointed in it.)

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Quinn is truly a sight to behold, even like this, sweaty from practice and exhausted.

It feels a bit stalkerish to be watching her from across the room, while she talks to Santana, but you’re her friend so it can’t be that creepy.

Besides, everyone else is always staring at Quinn. She’s the captain of the cheerios, and the ‘head bitch in charge’. You’ve always had to stifle a laugh when people call her that, or even when they call her an ice queen. Quinn Fabray, to you, is the girl who tries not to look affected by puppies, and the girl who struggles not to reveal she’s really just a big nerd.

She’s the girl who has gone through much more than any highschool girl should ever have to go through, and still manages to smile and be there for the people she loves.

She’s also the girl you have a massive crush on.

And now...she’s the girl walking towards you with a water bottle in hand.

“Y/N,” Quinn says when she’s near, “I...I brought you some water.” She holds it out for you.

You’ve both been pretty awkward with each other lately, and really Quinn is mostly to blame for it. When she acts weird you act weird. “Cool,” you say slowly, trying to take the water bottle. Quinn doesn’t let go.

“Um…?”

“This is a bribe.” Quinn says, her normal self coming back out. “I need you to…” she pauses, seeming to search your face for something.

“To?” You push, moving your hand to cover hers on the bottle.

Quinn looks away. “To study with me.”

It isn’t what you were expecting at all, and you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. It’s still good though, you think, if not incredibly dangerous.

“Don’t you study with Brit and Santana?”

Quinn huffs, rolling her eyes, “we both know they don’t get anything done.”

Valid point.

“And you think I will?” (With you sitting next to me, you barely manage not to add.)

Quinn tilts her head, looking amused, “are you going to answer everything I say with a question?”

You can’t help it when your eyes fall to Quinn’s smirking lips for a second. “Are you?”

“I’m five seconds from asking Rachel Berry instead.”

Your eyes widen. “No, no, not necessary. I’ll study with you, just text me the details.”

You like Rachel...you do...but it’s really like flipping a coin with them when it comes to them getting along. You’re tired of drama, and you know Quinn is too.

“Great. I’ll text you.”

You should have taken it as a sign, when Quinn smiled at you and all you could think about was kissing her—that you were completely fucked come study day.

—-

Quinn said she wanted to study at your house instead of hers. That’s how she ends up sitting on your bed, biting her pencil, and staring at you besides her.

“What?” You ask, finally noticing her stare and looking up from her laptop to meet her green gaze. “Are you hungry? I could order pizza if you’d like.”

“I’d really rather not clog my arteries,” Quinn mumbles distractedly.

You roll your eyes and pout at her, almost instantly resulting in her eyes flashing down towards your lips.

It’s a scary thing, having Quinn Fabray looking at you the way she’s looking at you now. It’s full of too much uncertainty.

“During an average lifetime you produce enough saliva to fill two swimming pulls,” Quinn tells you randomly, looking back down at her laptop.

You cringe, “that’s disgusting,” even still you’ll be on your way to filling three if Quinn keeps on smiling at you.

—-

You both migrate to the living room once you’ve gotten most of the work done, watching TV.

“Two swimming pools?” You mumble, Quinn glances at you, confused. She looks to have remembered after a moment though and simply shrugs.

“Don’t ask me why I know.”

“I don’t need to,” you assure her teasingly, “i’ve always had suspicions that you’re paying people to drool on themselves in a pool.”

“You’ve caught me,” Quinn laughs, moving her legs onto your lap. It effectively shuts you up. “if you tell anyone i’ll have to kill you.”

Legs. Legs. Long legs. She’s already killing you.

“You okay?” Quinn asks after a moment of your shocked silence. She seems to realize that you’re staring at her legs with wide eyes and tries to move them off. “Sorry.”

You don’t let, resting your hand on her leg to stop her from moving. “It’s fine.”

Her eyes meet yours. It’s tenser than it should be. It’s always been tenser than it should be with both of you.

“Fuck. Not again.”

You don’t realize you’ve said it outloud until Quinn kisses you. She kisses you, later she’ll tell you you’re the one that kissed her first, but it was her. She’s always been random with you.

She’s the one though, she’s the one that straddles your lap and tangles her hand through your hair, she’s the one.

You’re the one that doesn’t let her pull away. You’re the only one that drags her back in before she can take a deep enough breath, and the one that desperately refuses to let go.

It has to do with fear you know, because Quinn Fabray is kissing you and the world is right. You’re certain of your need to kiss her, afterwards...afterwards you're sure there is a lot of uncertainty.

“Y/N,” Quinn gasps, trying to pull away at the first sign of tears on your cheeks. “Stop.”

You listen, trying to pull away all together, but you can’t leave, not with Quinn still in your lap trying to catch her breath.

You’re not strong enough mentally to push her off. You don’t have that much self preservation.

You won’t need it anyways, you find, when Quinn’s first words are; “are you alright? Tell me i’m not the only one who wants to do that again?”

“You…you want to do that again?” You stutter, eyes wide.

Quinn looks at you confused, and a bit hurt, “maybe not right away. We should probably go on a date,” she muses, “but yeah. Don’t you?”

Her features harden when you say nothing, and she makes to get off of you, stopping only when you kiss her again. Much slower this time.

“Yeah,” you whisper against her lip, feeling slightly lightheaded. “Yeah. Please. After a date.”

It gives you whiplash how quickly Quinn goes from Ice Queen to dazed mess. “Okay.”

“Okay?” You ask, making sure that she wants this. It’s Quinn Fabray.

“Okay,” Quinn smiles. “Yeah.”

Your resounding grin is enough to put the moon to shame.