#ashers snippets

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN BESTIE TRICK OR TREAT

i have decided to come to your door outfitted as the amazing celeste ✨

WHY, HELLO THERE ARA :D WHAT A LOVELY COSTUME YOU HAVE ON

i choose....treat! and for your treat you shall have the official start to power doesn't guarantee glory/memories of a world long gone

The ruins were beautiful: pillars and arches reaching up into the clouds, the broken stone bridge standing tall as a reminder of the world that once was, with the vast blue sky and hormonal teenagers standing as a reminder of the world that now is.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

ayyy thanks for the tag!

He grinned, not a smile- a grin. Jesse has no idea how people think of fifteen year olds as innocent, they're all little goblins who take joy in causing suffering.

"Here goes nothing..." He whispered to no one but himself. As he gripped the doorknob with one hand he felt Jackie grab his other, the door opened with a creak. Something felt off as he walked in, he ignored it.

Affection swelled in his chest for his two sleeping friends. There was no guarantee they wouldnt leave but right here, in this moment, they were there. (And maybe that's enough)

He blinked his eyes open, as light entered his eyes he felt a sense of wrongness. Everything about this place was wrong. The walls were white instead of the cedar brown he was used to, Corvus was happily sitting in his cage like always, Arty's bed wasn't where it should be; it wasn't there at all.

I was five when I found the girl who I would call my sister. It was a nice day in Valerine county, the sun was bright but it wasn't too hot, there was a nice breeze rolling through the town. I was roaming the streets, looking for someone nice enough to give me food, or perhaps a merchant who left their stall unattended. Just then, I spotted someone; a girl only about a few years older than me, she had straight brown hair that was falling down her shoulders, more importantly she was carrying a basket of apples.

"Well, how does it taste? Is it good? Too sweet, too bitter, too hot?" Nathalie asked, far too excited if you ask Orion, who resided in the kitchen. He, much like his sister, could not actually enjoy any of the tea or sweets prepared, so he decided to relax with a book after helping Nathalie get everything ready.

Loving you is the only thing I ever did right or maybe, even that too was wrong. Perhaps letting you into my life was the worst mistake I've ever made.

Honestly not sure how i feel about these but they're not the worst ive written?

Tagging @clearcloudlesssky @sneebl @imslowlydisintegrating @sm-writes-chaos @fire-but-ashes-too @enne-uni @the-teen-writer (no pressure!)

Seven Snippets, Seven People Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @awleeofficial! This is a new one for me too ahaha

Rules: Post seven snippets and tag seven people!

I will use seven different WIPs!

Love and Other Lies

It's the dawn, and Ryn likes to believe that he rises with the sun, akin to the way a morning glory blossoms under the sunlight.

Blood Moon

The breeze blows softly outside, bringing with it the subtle scent of autumnal spice. Outside Julienne Toussaint’s open window, the midday sun beats down on the falling leaves stricken with lush gold, vibrant red, dull orange and crisp brown, making them seem to glow.

Cherry Blossoms (a short story)

“I love the nature here,” Angel smiled, eyes sparkling as they skated across the landscape surrounding them. “I get to tend to everything here, and it’s so beautiful to create luscious life out of nothing but a few tiny seeds.” He looks down at the hands clasped in his lap, fair eyelashes casting pale shadows along his cheekbones. “I love my plants. They are what’s left of my family.”

Troubled Waters

"Sometimes, when one walks along the thin line where the ocean rises up to meet soft sand, it's possible to hear a soft singing. It's said that the souls of heartbroken people are forever trapped in these waters. Sometimes the singing turns into wailing, broken noises showing pain, for the mermaids cannot cry."

Dynasty

“Love,” the warlock had told me, fixing me with his bright crimson irises, “love is the most powerful and most dangerous force to have existed. Love has killed more than every disease combined. Mortals will do crazy, unspeakable things in the name of love.” 

Part of Your World (a fic collab with @faceglitchsworld)

The island of Crescent-Moon is a delightful place to grow up. With turquoise waters hugging its banks and an intricate village filled with generous people, there is a place for everybody on the island, or at least that’s how Teresa feels. 

Creatures of the Night (a vampire fic I'm working on)

“Want to go out for a bite?” he says, a seductive smirk playing upon his lips. His crimson eyes burn into her, gaze resting near the hollow of her neck, and for a second, she's not entirely sure he’s talking about food.

These kind of suck I'm so sorry but I can't think of anything else that's newer that I've written.

I'll tag @dancinginsepia, @worldsfromhoney, @ashfordlabs, @bassguitarinablackt-shirt, @ko0l-k1dd0, @holdmyteaplease and @briannaswords only if you want!

[echosong971]

test comic page based on a scene from Hearts and Spades ♥️

[arrowfleur]

I’m a simple girl…I see Quinn with the Shaw pack & Sam n Darlin smut and I immediately had to send an ask🥰🥰

Hello Lovely anon! Thank you so much for the ask :))

I actually started writing the Sam/Darlin fic MONTHS ago and then we got a new Sam BA that was, almost, the exact same as my fic lol so i did end up having to start re-writing it! I won’t post an excerpt simply because I don’t know if you’re a minor or not, but I can tell you it involves Darlin working on Sam’s car and will be posted here when finished, for the 18+ folks!

As for the Quinn fic. It is an alternate version of how things could have gone down, focussing more on the blood bond and how the Shaw pack could use it to their advantage. It’ll include most things that Quinn fics do so expect a lot of hurt-comfort and some bad-ass fighting from the wolves and listeners!

It’s already pretty long and a multi-chapter fic so I’ll be posting it chapter by chapter once complete but I’ll share a snippet below <3

CW: heated discussion, mention of hunt’s and potential death

[dominimoonbeam]

a challenge. a three in one if you will; maybe a lil “*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*” and “My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?” AND “I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.” for the good old asher and babe? 🤭

Thank you so much for the ask, Tea!! I hope you like how it turned out! <3 <3 <3

Asher/Babe

tags: flirting, early relationship

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They’d been dating for a few months. Sometimes Asher thought he’d burst and just tell Babe everything about the supernatural world in one breath—covert be damned. But other times he almost forgot the rest of the world entirely. When he was with Babe, there was nothing else.

They smiled and he tracked the curve of their mouth until their lips parted, flashing teeth in that grin. It sent tremors through his body. Those lips.

“Ash!”

He tore his gaze from their mouth, realizing only then that he’d been staring.

Babe was still laughing, a blush creeping high on their cheeks.

Asher smiled. “Sorry.” He caught the elevator door with his shoe before it could close again, holding it while Babe stepped off with the box in their arms. Asher followed, a bag over his shoulder and a box on his hip. When Babe had asked him if he’d help them move, they’d said it like it was a huge ask—like he wouldn’t want to and they would totally understand—like they were only asking because they were looking at having to do it all on their own.

Asher had jumped on the chance to help. Babe didn’t need help often and they hesitated to ask when they did. They thought they should be able to do everything on their own. So it felt huge that they’d asked, not to mention it meant that he got to be a part of setting up their new place.

“Dork…” Babe muttered, still smiling and blushing when they walked down the hall.

Asher smiled at their back. Head over heels.

His gaze wandered lower, until he was definitely watching their ass in those jeans.

“What are you thinking?” Babe asked over their shoulder, like they could hear him thinking.

Asher started to answer before thinking. “I just wanna grab your bu—hand. Grab your hand.”

Babe glanced back at him, smirking. “Smooth.”

He grinned and shrugged. “What can I say. I’m a natural Casanova.”

Babe laughed, stopping when they reached the door to their knew place. They paused, obviously trying to figure out how to get the door open without putting down the box in their hands. They glanced back at him again, hesitating for a second before he caught the mischief on their face and stepped closer, a thrill in his chest.

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

Asher stared and then slowly slid his gaze back down them. No jacket.

“Front pocket…”

Asher almost dropped everything he was carrying, but he didn’t. He didn’t need to. He took another step closer, almost flush against their back. He slid his hand over their side and down, fingers dipping into their pocket and sliding deeper. Babe leaned back that inch between them, their back to his chest for a second. He sighed, kissing their temple before pulling the keys free.

“Thanks,” Babe whispered, still smiling.

Head over heels.

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Rough gif starters 10A Keyleth thought she could end the conflict before it could begin. She should have prepared more or not come alone. Now her body and mind were about to be another conquest for Asher, and she would not be the last before he was done. (@heroes-den)

Rough Sex Gifs: 10A

Keyleth felt the breath forced from her lungs in a sudden gasp, the firm and steady smack of hips against her ass making her whole body shudder and buck in place. Her hands pressed into the soft ground under her, bracing herself against the assault, while her gaze remained fixed on the shattered remains of her staff laying before her.

She had failed.

She had come here with the bold and heroic purpose of stamping out the rising coup and defeating their leader, yet he’d possessed power and skill she had not been prepared for. The fight, if it could be called that, had been swift, and within moments she found herself disarmed, disrobed, and shoved down into the ground.

A hand suddenly gripped tight to one of the large handlers of her headdress and she gasped as she was jerked backwards, her head arching up. Her breath caught in her chest again, and she found herself moaning as the hand’s mate smacked across her rear—her lips parting in a desperate cry of pleasure, her nails digging into the soft loam as she felt herself overwhelmed.

“So much for the wise and powerful leader of the Ashari~” Asher, the fallen aasimar conqueror, smirked down at her, pulling her back until she was pressed against his chest, her wild gaze tilted up to stare into his face. “Nothing but a helpless little whore, now, aren’t you~?”

Keyleth gasped and panted at his ruthless thrusts—her eyes were wide and wild as she stared up at him, heart pounding in her chest—but as her lips parted in reply, she felt them twist into a lewd smile, and felt the words tumble unbidden from her lips.

“Y-Yes~ yes~! Ah~! I’m your whore~! I’m your whore~! Fuck me, master~ fuck your helpless little whore more~!!”

The fallen Aasimar chuckled darkly at her lustful plea and immediately crashed his lips to hers, silencing her as he lifted her off the ground against his chest. His hips seemed to jackhammer more wildly into her plump and pillowy ass, intent on giving his new slave exactly what she craved—while the former Ashari leader felt herself melt more and more into the passionate desire for the man ruining her so good.

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

“It wouldn’t have happened in the first place if you actually tried to listen to us for once in your life!” his father roared. 

“Yeah, right. Because you know me well enough to give useful advice.”

“We are your parents!” his mother screamed. 

“Wow, congratulations! Do you want a fucking medal?”

The scene is really intense, and lowkey uncomfortable to write lmao, but this is kinda funny.

[whumpasaurus101]

Seven Snippets （￣︶￣）↗　

EEE THANKIE SMMM @scribbbelle FOR THE TAG!!!

((this made me realize how many WIPS i have which is acc kinda fun cause ive been stuck on one in particular HDIJKHDKJDHD))

Rodger smirked before clearing his throat, “Hey uhm.. Why did you protect me?” He watched as Asher’s face went slightly pink, “Mm… I just… don't get me wong, you're a shitty shitty person, but uh..I think iit’s fucked up that he’d lay a hand on you.” Asher couldn't tell if it was the concussion or if he could see the tip of Rodger’s ears flush a dark pink. He decided to push it away for now.

His legs shook as he slowly lowered himself onto the edge of the bathtub, gently cleaning it all with a wipe. The pain.was.exruciating. By the end of it all, Charlie was sobbing crying. He missed Teddy. He wanted Teddy to look after his wounds. He wanted him to cook him dinner, to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay. He bit down hard onto his hand, trying to muffle the next sob. Get over it get over it get over it-

“Useless mutt!” Alicia growled Jack into the back of the car. Jack only yelp and sobbed harder, his throat burning from all the crying. Alicia slammed the door before storming into the front seat. A whimper escaped from the back of Jack’s throat, hot tears streaming down his face. He didn’t mean to be bold, he really didn't.

Jack gently guided Asher to lay his head against his lap, Asher looked up at Jack through long eyelashes, looking up as he admired his lover. Jack smiled back. The silence between them is comforting. Jack cupped Asher’s cheek, gently brushing his thumb back and forth along Asher’s cheek bone, feeling him lean into the touch as he smiled.

Asher clenched his fists, attempting to keep his breathing normal. “Oh, what's wrong, puppy…angry?” Asher couldn't hold back a growl, feeling the anger burn in his chest like small fireworks. “Come on, show me what you’re made of,” Antonio challenged. That was all Asher needed to jump to his feet and sent a right hook to Antonio’s face, engines roaring.

Reuben chuckled, “Oh, I bet. I know you train your pets well!” Alicia beamed and ruffled Jack’s hair, “Oh, I do, but this one? Like an angel dropped from the sky! By far my favourite one!” Jack felt his face slightly blush, hoping nobody noticed. But, of course, they did. Alicia chucked, carding her sharp nails through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. Jack instantly melted into the touch, letting out a hum of content.

At this point, Asher's mind was somewhere, a tear rolled down his cheek as he blinked once. Rodger's eyes never left him for a second, watching the boy break beneath him. The boy's chest rising and falling shakily, blood seaping through his shirt. Rodger's eyes then moved down to the whip in his hand, maybe he had gone too far...

tagging: -NO PRESSURE AT ALLLL!!!! <3-

@whump-queen @unorganisedalienrubbish @livingforthewhump @cowboy-anon @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @lumpsbumpsandwhumps @hidden-dreamland @a-whumped-tea @straight-to-the-pain

[capitalisticveins]

Fight Little Wolf from Epic the Musical but it’s Imp! Alexis mocking Imp! Milo before Imp! Asher showed up

[cljordan-imperium]

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer

How it works:

Writers: post (approximately) six sentences from something you’re working on. If you aren’t ready to do that, add six sentences to your WIP.

Readers: challenge yourselves to leave a six sentence comment or give a writer a six sentence prompt. (or a total of six sentences for the day)

Fans and creators alike: reblog a fandom post and add some love in the tags. Aim for 6 posts - or 6 tags. Whatever you can manage!

After digging through the guards pockets for the keys, she was in the cell in a flash.  Asher’s head was hanging, but as she drew close to him she could see his chest moving.  Thank The Source that he was alive!  Placing her hands gently on the sides of his face, she looked into his eyes, tears brimming in hers and found her breath stolen.  The normal spark that she saw in them was dimmed, but the fight still in them.  She had to get him out of the cell so that he could heal and so that she could get them to the Palace for help.

“Hold on, Ash.  Please.”  Then she added what she had been unable to tell him earlier due to them being interrupted.  “I love you too.”

Tagging: @frostedlemonwriter, @writingpotato07, @careful-pyromancer, @athena-anna-rose

[aimedis]

STILL MAD AT ME, SWEETHEART? - MILO GREER/SWEETHEART

i said i'd write a fanfic from @stupd000 's post milo “you still mad at me?” greer sooo here it is. this is more of a drabble though 😭

(this one's for you @annahxredaxted 🫵)

cw - aftermath of an argument, snippet of the argument as well, tooth-rotting fluff, milo being milo

wc - 0.5k

Sweetheart rouses back to the waking world to the feeling of a hand cupping their cheek. Their eyes squeeze together before they flutter open slightly to see Milo standing in front of them.

"Sweetheart... hey," He whispers, an ever-present smile on his face.

They hum, closing their eyes again, "Good morning.."

Milo grins even wider, "Good morning. Sleep well?"

Sweetheart makes a noncommittal noise and they shift away from the edge of the bed, patting the pillow Milo would've been sleeping on had he not been on an overnight security gig.

Milo doesn't hesitate to slide into bed with his mate, having already changed into pyjamas. He doesn't move to hold onto them as he usually would, trying to tread carefully after last night's argument.

Milo sighs into the phone, "Listen to me, Sweetheart, it's literally not that big of a deal."

Sweetheart's voice comes in frustrated, "Yes it is, asshole. You always do this."

Milo scoffs, "No, it's not and I do not."

Sweetheart groans, "Yes it is. And you always say you don't."

"I do not!"

"You do! You don't have to cover for everyone all the time."

"Damn hypocrite. Seriously, do you hear yourself speak sometimes?"

They huff, "This isn't fucking about me, Milo. I'm just asking you to relax. This is the fifth time."

He raises an eyebrow, "And when I tell you to do the same thing, I'm in the wrong?"

"That's different-"

Milo laughs humorlessly, "It's fucking not, Sweetheart, and you know it. Stop acting high and mighty and go to sleep already," He raises his voice slightly against his better judgement, "You're being so difficult."

Sweetheart goes quiet for a moment on the other line.

Asher gives Milo a worried look, going to open his mouth when Milo waves him off.

"You're so damn annoying, Milo, you know that?" Sweetheart grumbles.

Milo sighs again, "Yeah, I know, you too. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

They breathe a hollow laugh, "I know. I don't wanna fight on the phone. Come home safely, okay?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too."

However, Sweetheart reaches over to wrap their arms around him, their eyes still closed.

"You're so damn far.." They pout.

Milo hums, a smile still playing on his lips as he wraps his arms around their waist, "My bad, baby. You still mad at me?"

Sweetheart opens their eyes to look at their mate.

He looks beautiful, as he always does. The sun that filters through the curtains settles on his face and reflects off his eyes, making him look angelic. And his hair is messy from how he continuously runs his hands through it when he doesn't sleep enough. Even with the subtle bags under his eyes, he looks gorgeous. As much as Milo loves getting dressed up to the nines, Sweetheart has a special appreciation for a less put-together Milo. A Milo that's a little more comfortable breaking down and being vulnerable. A Milo that only they get to see.

"Furious..." they whisper even as they get lost in his eyes.

Still, Milo laughs, leaning forward to kiss their forehead, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Just keep your ass in bed," Sweetheart says as they snuggle closer to him, pressing their face into his chest.

"Ohhh yeah?" He smirks, "What are we gonna do in bed, huh-?"

"Go to sleep, Greer."

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blah blah milo sweetheart asher mention eyeroll eyeroll kiss innuendo sweetheart baby milo werewolf cuddles greer mwah mwah i love you sleep and post

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Darlin’ nightmare snippet

Here’s a lil snippet I wrote about Darlin’s dreams. I don’t think this’ll turn into a full fic, it’s a very nebulous idea. Inspired by some convos with @romirola, my redacted writing bestie 💗.

The dream was always the same. You, shifted, panting, teeth bared against a threat. Something invisible, something haunting, something looming over you from all directions. You, turning, prowling, herding pack behind you, trying desperately to guard them on all sides. Sometimes it was David or Asher or Milo. Worse, sometimes it was their mates. Sometimes it was all of them, the whole pack, huddled together and helpless.

Sometimes it was just Sam, staring at you with those wide, silver eyes. Waiting. Expectant.

Sometimes you won. It felt like a game of cat and mouse, and sometimes you caught whatever was hunting them between your teeth. The crunch of it, the hot tang of blood in your throat, the weight of success drawing you back down to peaceful sleep. It was all so fucking satisfying.

Sometimes you lost. You never got hurt. It was always them. You’d turn to find Asher missing, you’d hear Milo’s scream somewhere unseen. You’d find David, his brick wall of a body broken down and twisted at your feet. You’d watch the pack snatched away one by one into the darkness around you. David’s little mate torn into pieces. Asher’s mate calling your name, crying out for you as their voice died along with them. The dark, dead eyes of Milo’s mate staring back at you.

You always had to watch, your legs stiff and unmoving, as it (whatever it was, you could never really see) consumed Sam. You watched every painful twist of his face, every splatter of blood, every dying gasp as he was snuffed out in front of you.

He always knew when the dream went that way. He said your heart rate tipped him off, but you thought it had something to do with the mate bond. There was no tangible, provable magic behind it, but you knew better. David’s mate had called you a half hour before Milo did on the night of the E&E, swearing that in their core they knew something was horribly wrong. Asher’s mate had doubled over in pain at one point, gasping out that Asher was dead, that they knew it, that they couldn’t bear it. You’d only find out later that that moment had aligned almost perfectly with Asher’s meeting with a particular shade.

So it wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility that Sam’s core reacted to your distress, even if it was in a way he couldn’t articulate. He’s gently pull you towards him, wake you slowly, softly, murmuring comforts into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You’d told him about the dreams eventually, mapped out the variations. He listened to intently, nodding and not interrupting as you spoke.

“I just don’t know who I’m protecting them all from.” You sighed, pushing your hair back from your face. Sam contemplated it for a moment. That was something you appreciate about Sam. He chose his words carefully.

“What is it that Carl Jung says?” He finally asked. “‘Everybody in your dreams is you.’”

[24kaicy]

Each option will come with a snippet/short story and drawing about the topic.

[notwritinganyflufftoday]

Snippet Sunday

Time for some family drama.

"Who's there?" Uncle Dennis calls from the dining room.

Sasha holds his breath and tries to tuck himself further between the potted plant and the wall, accidentally tipping it over. The pot topples over, dirt flying all over the carpet.

His uncle rushes out of the dining room, fists balled, ready to kick out the intruder, but he freezes when his eyes lock with Sasha, standing in the middle of the pile of dirt.

"Hi, Uncle Dennis," Sasha greets him with a little wave.

His uncle looks at him as if he's grown two heads, before whispering, "... Sasha?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, for barging in and... knocking over the plant," he looks down at the mess, "I'll clean this up."

"Who the fuck cares about that," he replies, a shaky smile crossing his lips, "come here."

Sasha steps over the dirt and into his uncle's warm embrace. Gods, it's been years but he still fits in Uncle Dennis's arms like he's a ten-year-old child instead of the almost thirty-year-old adult he is.

But there's a part of him that cringes at the touch and wants to squirm out of his grasp. A part of him has changed so irrevocably that the comfort his uncle's embrace should bring is replaced with a sense of doom.

He doesn't belong here anymore.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs in his uncle's chest, "I shouldn't be here."

"What are you talking about, bud?"

His uncle speaks with such warmth, as if he forgives Sasha for the years he's been gone without leaving even a single note behind.

Taglist: @eatinghemlocks, @foxgloves-garden, @sarandipitywrites, @northwyrm, @trixierosewrites,

@walkman-cat, @asher-writes, @seastarblue, @aloeverawrites, @firesidefantasy

@tracle0, @thelaughingstag, @ravenekrops, @frantheram

[grilledcheezy92]

New buzzy brain poll

1. Meeting Marie

2. Previously posted snippet, NSFW

3. What If "Your Tsundere Werewolf Boyfriend Shifts For You" didn't have the good ending before "Jealous Tsundere Werewolf Boyfriend Confronts You"

4. 3+1 Explained here in detail

5. Posited in this post, kinda NSFW

6. Prompt - Gallery (Re: On This Day notifications)

7. Mostly headcanons of Milo and Sweetheart's relationship with alcohol in fic/drabble form

8. Aftermath of Asher's April 2024 BA, NSFW

9. Exactly what it says on the tin, the full title is styled after the channel video titles

10. Rarepair inspired by @/dawnofiight

11. "a WIP that probably won't turn into more" I said, y'know, like a liar. Brother's Best Friend AU

This is a non-exhaustive list of WIPs and I am still working on Porter's Redactober and the 4+1 NSFW Freelancer poly!DAMN that were the two that won the last WIP poll

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Legacy of gods head cannons: Kiss the Villain

Gareth

- Gareth and Killian used to be really close before the whole mouse incident (FUCK ASHER)

- Like Gareth would let Kill sleep with him at night if he had a nightmere or would just fall asleep while playing lego or gaming together

- Like Gareth used to be Killians role model with how he always took care of him

- Like all older siblings he felt the need to care for his younger brother, that forced him to mature pretty quickly compared to others

- He kept trying to take care and protect Kill after the whole incident but since he kept distancing him from him, they both drifted apart and while kill developed a resentment towards him, gareth believed he deserved it and that he failed as an older sibling

- Due to his image of being the golden boy of the group and family he relies heavily on academic validation

- Prob cried several times (In secret obviously) if he got a bad grade

- Very this is me trying, the prophecy, and you’re on your own kid

- Always felt like the second chance, probably because as he got older he saw how everyone wanted killian, how all his past girlfriends prob slept with killian first, then after he dropped them they came to him and after a while he got used to that

- He never loved anyone romantically before kayden

- Loves call me by your name (prob his bi or gay awakening

- Reads and studies to escape reality

- Sucks at math, hence why he chose to major in law

- The stalker psycho genes run in his DNA, hence why he developed an obsession with professor lockwood

- I would die for gareth to be the one whose like “Your mine, let anyone touch you ill kill them” instead of kayden being the one whose like that

- I like to believe that hes Bi, but we’ll figure it out during his book 🤔

- Never takes naps, thinks their for the weak

- Surprisingly has a normal sleep schedule

- Compulsively cracks his knuckles when nervous, anxious or feels uncomfortable

- Mild to Moderate OCD nothing serious where he loses his mind if a colour pencil is in the wrong place but like likes to have things in order and in the same places

- Hates having things misplaced, it developed as killian would mess up things to mess with him over in the long run made him hate disorder

- Hates losing control, of literally anything, his emotions, his surroundings, anything

- Cold hands 24/7 365 probable due to consistently being in fight or flight

- Kill is known as the strategist but gareth is the ones who plan all the heathens stuff like for the initiation he was the one who set the time, place, text message, etc. Hes in charge of all the smaller details

- Wears the white dress shirts with sweaters, yk with the collar poking through (UGHHHHH 🤤)

Kayden Lockwood

- GLASSES GLASSES GLASSES

- From the limited snippet we got about him from GoF and GoR I definitely think gareth would make the first move, subtle hints like sitting at the front of the lecture halls, asking questions (or dare I say arguing with something Kayden said just to talk to him 🫢), going to every👏single👏office👏hours👏, etc very sublte things yk

- The type of professor to ask if you want to a dance infront of the class instead of a final exam

- Only uses blue pens (Idk why but yes) (switches to green pens after getting into a relationship with gareth, i wonder why)

- Very nonchalant i think, and would prob brush off gareth little crush on him because lets be real he prob had hundreds of students have a crush on him

- But little did he know gareth crush would be different from the others in was that yk be would follow him around in his car, and stalk around his favourite grocery stores

- That would prob get his attention and instead if being creeped I think he would be interested

- Doesnt drink, doesnt smoke but gets high off the feeling of winning chess games

- Doesnt do with technology (even though he’s in his early to mid thirties) and has a battle with the projector every lecture

- Gareth will definitely make fun of him for not getting Gen z slang

- Insomniac who lives off coffee

- Teaches criminal law, and was at a big city law firm before he became a professor

- Has a 4.5 on rate my professor, and one 4 review on his profile made him loose his perfect 5.0 rating, hes still very salty about that

♫ྀི love me like you do - ellie goulding, illict afairs - taylor swift, dirty little secret - nessa barrett, guilty as sin - taylor swift, love wins all - IU