#dont ask me how this is possible i have no idea

[storiesfromafan]

She’s More Than A Best Friend

A/N: the long awaited part two of Just His Best Friend.

I am sorry it has taken me so long to write and post the follow up, that so many asked for. I struggled with how to write and start this, but every now and then I would get ideas and write it out.

This is shorter then the first part. But good news, I am going to do a third and final part!

Part one was the reader dealing with her feelings and all that. This is about Mattheo, his thoughts and feelings. Part Three will be it all coming out and happy end 😊 unless you dont want a happy ending...🤔😂

Warning/s: a few swear words, angsty, possible speeling/grammar mistakes.

Tag List: @simp-for-love @augiemyers79 @hatakemrs @hisparentsgallerryy @alwayslatetothefandoms @kikilee24 @minghaossv

He’d pushed you into the orbit of Kellen Barlowe. Mattheo knew it, but had hoped whatever happened between you two would have sorted itself out by now. And things would have gone back to how it had always been.

But no. Even though you were still friends, you began to spend more time with Barlowe. It had started out as a quick chat before or after meals, before leading to long study sessions in the library and hanging out with his group of friends.

It anger Mattheo, to the point anyone who he heard gossiping about you and the number one guy he hated, he would hex them. He grew irritated by the friendship you had with Barlowe.

Then he had seen it when crossing one of the courtyards. The both of you sitting under a tree talking away, when Barlowe had the nerve to push some of your hair back behind your ear. You had gotten all shy, while the boy making you blush smiled fondly at you.

Before he could reach for his wand, Theodore put an arm around his friend. Then dragged him away, halting Mattheo's malicious intent. While Lorenzo was walking beside them talking about something pointless, like they were acting normal, no murderous intent present. But all Mattheo saw was red.

Being practically dragged away from preying eyes, Theodore finally let Mattheo go when they reached a secluded area. Mattheo moved around in an angered fit, once freed. He was seething, not only from seeing you with Barlowe, but his two best mates dragging him away and not letting him get some justice.

“W-why did you do that!?” Mattheo roared turning around to glare at his friends. “Could you not see what I saw! Barlowe and (Y/N/N) together! And the audacity he had to push her hair back!”. A frustrated noise then came from his throat.

Theodore and Lorenzo shared a look, something Mattheo did notice and found infuriating. Which only intensified when they turned their gazes back to him. The unsure looks on their faces stunned him for a second, just a second.

“Look, mate...” began Lorenzo, putting on that calm voice he used to defuse the situation. “We get it...you hate Barlowe-”

“I fucking hate him" growled Mattheo.

“-Yeah, fucking hate him. But, you know...did you ever think about (Y/N/N)? How she would take you hexing him?” Lorenzo finished with a soft expression.

For a moment Mattheo stood there, blinking as those words slowly sunk in. How would you take him hexing Barlowe? Would you sit there, understandingly? Would you laugh and cheer him on, that’s what Mattheo hoped for. Would you be upset, and make your friendship more tense...

Taking a deep breath, Mattheo sighed, knowing the answer. “She wouldn’t like it...she’d probably hate me...”

The anger and fire in him diminished. His voice soft, realisation and sadness in his tone. His shoulders even slumping. Both Lorenzo and Theodore could see that their friend finally got it. He couldn’t go to war with Barlowe, or else he’d lose you.

Theodore placed a hand on Mattheo’s shoulder. “You finally get it, don’t you?”

Mattheo nodded. And silence sat between the three for a short while. Lorenzo waited, hoping Mattheo would speak more, open up to them. While Theodore was never one for such sappy moments. He didn’t like seeing his mate like this, but this also wasn’t his forte.

“Come on, let’s go prank some first and second years" Theodore spoke up, wanting to be anywhere else then here, as well as hoping to cheer his friend up by doing something else.

But Mattheo shook his head. “No...not in the moon. You both go...” he said softly, stepping back from his two best mates.

Lorenzo and Theodore shared another look, this one full of concern. But decided to give their friend space. With a few more words shared, both males left Mattheo. Who in turn decided to head back to their dorm room.

He took to deserted halls, less contact with people the better. Only dealing with the murmurs from passing paintings. Then he descended the stairs to the dungeons. Each step down was like descending into his own personal Hell.

Entering the Slytherin common room, he noted students sitting around and chatting away. He didn’t waste time making his way to the dorms, and slipping into him room.

The silence caused his ears to ring. The coolness of the room making the hairs on his arm rise. Sitting on the edge of his bed Mattheo sighed, head in his hands. His mind recalling the courtyard, you and Barlowe, and how sickening you were both together.

The image of him pushing back your hair, you all shy, and Barlowe's damn smile, it made him angry. Yet this time not as murderous. Because Mattheo wouldn’t want to upset you if he hurt the older boy. You probably wouldn’t forgive him, Mattheo knew that.

But it hurt. Seeing you and the one guy he hated so damn much, friends and possibly more. His brain told him to hex Barlowe, even punch him. While his heart said no, dont do it. (Y/N/N) would be upset...

Falling back on his bed, Mattheo let out an irritated groan. He was use to just flying off the handle, starting fights with people. Only for you to be the one to sooth him, to softly chastise him and pull him into line.

This time, if he truly followed his instincts, he could lose you...

“You know one of these days you’re going to pick a fight with the wrong person...” you sighed, cleaning Mattheo's knuckles.

He rolled his eyes and smirked. “So little faith in me (Y/N/N)?"

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just saying...the next guy you fight might actually hurt you" you chastised.

Mattheo laughed. “I’d like to see them try. I’m faster in duels, and can fist fight like a champ”.

You dabbed his wound a little hard, making Mattheo wince from the pressure and antiseptic ointment.

“Oh so tough" you teased.

“I’m the toughest...” pouted Mattheo before smiling. “No matter the fights I get into, you’ll always be here to fix me up, right?”

You nodded your head. “Yes, unfortunately...”

That brief memory came to Mattheo's mind. The words from you both from second year haunting him. For you had been there every time he was scuffed or bruised, to tend to him and chastise him.

But this time, if he fought Barlowe, he knew you wouldn’t be there to fix him up. You’d choose your side, Barlowe's side.

Mattheo sighed as he laid there, looking up at the canopy of his bed. His heart was aching, he felt hopeless. And it was because he knew the truth.

Mattheo Riddle was in love with you.

Apart of him always knew it. But his brain would kill the thoughts. Chalking it up to being a worrying best friend. When it was a way to deny the truth.

And why? Fear. Fear of hurting you, hurting your friendship. Fear of letting someone so close to him, to know the real Mattheo. The Mattheo with such a troubled home life, the darkness within him.

You were pure, a light in darkness. A rare find in a Slytherin, but you were a beacon. And Mattheo knew he could ruin that. Nor did he want too.

So he became a playboy, different girl every few days to a week. Flirting relentlessly, making out with whomever. Never letting anyone closer than arm’s length. Except you, you were half an arm’s length from him, because he wanted you a little closer than the rest.

But look where it’s gotten him. Angry, hurt and scared. Angry because he’d let Barlowe get close to you. Hurt because your friendship was rocky. And scared, because he was losing you...

That beacon of light and hope fading out, bound to leave Mattheo in his darkness.

It’s what I deserve... he told himself. You deserve better.

In that moment Mattheo knew what he had to do. As your best friend he had to swallow his hate for Barlowe, and accept the friendship between you to. And if you ended up with him, Mattheo would be there.

Because he had to let you go. To find what makes you happy. And if it was Kellen Barlowe, Mattheo would support you. As a best friend would. Even if it killed him...

[raspberrylovc]

fear street travis au where they hide in a cabinet from the killer, they dont know each other that well but trauma bonds them plss

ALMOST SAFE

warnings :: mentions of death, a killer, an injury and blood

fear street 1978 travis au !!

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THE CABINET was hardly big enough for the two of you. you could feel left over dust falling onto your arms and a few splinters stinging you from where you were pressed against the wood. you had your knees to your chest to conserve some space and your breath sounded louder than it actually was.

travis sat across from you, his body folded awkwardly to fit. his face was pale from shock, even in the dark. you could see a patch of blood on the sleeve of his shirt, you weren’t sure if it was dried or still bleeding. his knees bumped yours every time he shifted, like he couldn’t quite stay still.

you didn’t really know him. you remembered his name from camp roll call, you’d heard rumors about him sneaking cigarettes behind the mess hall and you knew he knew just about every camp ghost story due to him telling them during campfires outside. but you wouldn’t say you knew him. just as he didn’t know you.

now he was the only person around during this horrid situation. you could hear tommy’s heavy boots stomp through the cabin, sounding like they’re getting closer. you heard his heavy breathing that seemed to make this all just a little more eerie.

travis caught your gaze in the dark and raised one trembling finger to his lips: don’t move. all you could do was nod — too afraid to make any other movements. the footsteps paused near the cabinet and you squeezed your eyes shut as if to imagine you were anywhere else.

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest — could feel travis’ shaky breath against your knee. and for a long moment, you felt tommy’s lingering presence. you bit down hard on your lip to keep you quiet, hard enough to taste a slight hint of blood. to say you were terrified would be an understatement.

then, he slowly walked away. you heard him dragging his feet to the cabin door, opening it, then walking out. out of the cabin, back to whatever was left of camp. you still didn’t move — you were scared he’d come back. you were practically holding your breath.

travis moved first, moving his head back to rest on the wood behind him. he let out a shaky breath that he’d been holding — leading you to do the same. “you hurt?” he whispered. you didn’t get to discuss it before tommy had came into the cabin.

you shook your head, still frozen as if moving even the slightest bit would cause a noise so loud that he came back. “you?” you ask quietly, as if you didn’t know the answer — as if you didn’t see the blood on his arm.

he shrugged one shoulder, keeping his injured arm tucked against his side. the blood had soaked deep into the fabric of his shirt, but he didn’t flinch, didn’t complain.

you couldn���t pretend not to see it. so you hesitated for a second before reaching for the hem of your own shirt, tearing off a strip of fabric with shaking fingers. it wasn’t much, but it was all you had. “let me see.” you mumble.

he hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could trust you to handle it. but then he turned, letting you get a better handle of his arm. the wound wasn’t deep enough to be bleeding too heavily, but was red — the skin around it raw and irritated.

you wrap the makeshift bandage around the cut, tightening it enough to stop any possible bleeding. he hissed, but he didn’t pull away. he just let you do it. “how'd you get this?" you whispered. while you had a general idea (tommy), you wanted to know the story behind it. how he could could’ve gotten hit by an axe yet not have a deeper wound.

travis looked away, clenching his jaw. “i was helping some campers get back to the mess hall before the bus left.” he muttered. you paused for a moment. “did you get them on the bus?”

“i think so. i know they got to the mess hall. and i know i missed the bus when i went back to see if anyone else had been left behind. but i think i got them there on time.” you nodded in response.

“some of ‘em were too slow. nick asked me to help them make their way back to safety.” he swallowed hard. “tommy swung at one of the kids and i-“ he cut himself off, suddenly feeling sick. “i shoved him out of the way and took the hit instead.”

you gently tie a knot to hold the fabric in place. you could feel your heart drop at every word. he wasn’t supposed to be here, alone at camp with a killer. neither of you were supposed to be.

“youre lucky it’s not deeper.” travis gives a crooked, humorless smile. “yup, real lucky.” he says sarcastically. the small space got quiet again. it wasn’t tense this time, but not exactly comfortable either.

“you ever think camp would end like this?” he asked. “no.” you rasped out. “think they forgot to mention the whole ‘running for your life’ thing in orientation.” you attempt to joke. he let out a low laugh.

"i’m travis." he said suddenly, like he needed you to know. like it mattered now. you blinked at him. “i know." you whispered. he smiled faintly, more with his eyes than his mouth. “figured if we’re gonna die together, might as well be properly introduced."

your chest twisted painfully. you didn’t want to die here. you didn’t want him to die either. but you did agree. if there was a possibility that you would die tonight, you may as well let him know who he’s dying with. so you told him your name and he repeated it under his breath like a secret — like he was trying to memorize it.

neither of you spoke for a while after that. you just sat there, knees pressed together, clinging to the small thread that you weren't completely alone. after a long moment, travis shifted — not away, but closer. you only look at him.

"if we make it out of this, i’m not gonna forget." you didn’t ask what he meant. you didn’t need to. your hand moved without thinking — reaching to hold his hand. he flinched at the touch, then curled his fingers into yours, holding on like he needed it to survive.

you weren’t really sure when everything had ended. you just remember sitting there in the cabin with travis until you heard the police sirens. you remember hearing nick goode telling an officer that tommy slater had just gone crazy — remember seeing how badly the words affected travis. but that was all you remembered from that night.

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A/N

i didn’t know how to end it but i think i got it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[misstoodles-doodles]

Patching Up & Post-Mission Debrief (AU)

AKA a 3 character sketch that got way WAY out of hand.

Close ups:

[arolesbianism]

I was looking at old photos of some of my nuggets yesterday from before I did my first day 1 reset (aka before I got a mod that lets you keep your agents during day 1 resets) and realized that I accidentally remade Eva wrong. Except! Beautiful world! It's actually a good thing because her current back hair was her dead sister's back hair so actually it was intentional from the start and I'm a genius forever <3333

[kathrynmjaneway]

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[petrichorium]

hiiii pluvi, nyla here! for your one piece and hq selfships: 💞, 📝, 🌦️ aaaaand 💌! thanks in advance! i'll have fun answering your asks too uwu

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

Shanks — as of rn i dont influence the story tbh...... we'll have to re-address this in a decade when we get more red-haired pirates and after shanks dies KJHSDFJKHB but for now im just kinda lingering whenever theres rhp moments. my first appearance is the luffy wanted poster scene and i make a lil comment to mihawk (smthn like "always lovely to see you hawk-eyes" yk ambiguous enough), then im in the bg during the bit where rockstar calls shanks, im missing during marineford and then i show up during whitebeard/ace's funeral and im consistently w the red-haired pirates from then on. during the wano bit i finally get another line agreeing w lime juice after he mentions barto, then a passing goodbye to marco. im shown towards the side of the bar scene in elbaf reading a book and then im in the big wide-shot as theyre approaching the red force; the one "big" change is that im the one who hands the info on kidd off to shanks (bc that is Technically my official job as communications officer) and hongo and i have a tiny exchange. oda also talks abt me a bit in an sbs, he says im the only officer who hasnt met luffy and mentions im from a new world island, n says i joined the crew five yrs prior to the present

Kuroo — another one where i have minimal impact on the canon LOL but he and i r coworkers to lovers soooooo i only show up at the very end!!! i think im a recurring character in the final timeskip match chapters, i appear four or five times w the final time being w kuroo's appearance and described as his colleague. maybe later on theres an extra sketch of us grabbing a drink in our work uniforms and it sparks hella shippers

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

Shanks — i think any of the other red-haired officers is common but lime juice is the go-to for me simply bc of that one interaction in wano LMFAOOOOOOOO and then hongo later on for the elbaf interaction pfft. beckman is also a regular name in a "pair the spares" sense but icl i dont think hes ever spoken to me in canon (simply bc i do not have much screentime) & mihawk is also Somewhat up there again be of my one line. OH AND MARCO..... i think when he leaves the ship after wano he passes me and does an ambiguous hug/hand to the arm thing that has ppl like wtf was that 🫣

Kuroo — i think kenma bc im shown in the bg of a few of his shots!!! and i think theres a panel or two of me interacting w ushijima so theres a few instances of that...... theres like one super dedicated crackshipper of me and iwa LOL

🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why.

Shanks — ohhhh a mix.... i think whenever im involved its either relatively low-key fluff or a super in-depth character deep-dive. im often used as a catalyst for mishanks or shuggy or any manner of other m/m ships tho which means ig its angst for shuvi 😔

Kuroo — def fluff, but also a bit of angst. in a similar light a lot of fics im in have me being a catalyst specifically for kuroken, and there r probs just as many poly fics as there are of just me n kuroo, but by n large the Actual shipfics are cutesy work romance vibes

💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

Shanks — honestly the dynamic is varying bc theres just not much content of me or us interacting as of yet, just the tiniest bit of banter and then a very professional back n forth. shanks tends to be portrayed as Down Bad in ships so i think that is accurate, but i do think people generally overemphasize the captain/subordinate thing and a lot of the nuance wrt the nature of my joining the crew is not considered fully until my full backstory is discussed

Kuroo — sjhdfusbfv fuckboy kuroo my beloathed....... but i feel its not That bad. idk our dynamic is soooo Normal obvi its a v subtle ship/only vaguely hinted at so the specifics of our strangers-to-friends-to-lovers slow burn is not known,,,,,, i think generally the dynamic is far faster and not drawn out in fanon. people focus more on the working together, boss/secretary vibe (when i rlly quit my job right as we get together rip) and write us as having a very nuclear family i think.

send in some selfship questions!

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

watching the eighty-six. stomach turning, sweat, walked, fought the air, air screamed, i cant.

[jackass-jones]

Sometimes if I’ve gotten done with a therapy appointment my dad will ask what we talked about and it’s like. Girl who do you think 🤨

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

My mom just sent a message to the family group chat suggesting that my siblings download the 'For the Strength of Youth' magazine on their Gospel Library app and talked about how much the youth magazines helped her testimony growing up and like, cool. Fine. Don't know why the 'sending random spiritual thoughts in the gc' thing started out of nowhere when it hadn't been a thing for a decade but this is just another one of those, and you're ofc allowed to talk about things that are significant in your life.

I don't think sending the 'What I Did When Someone Close to Me Challenged My Faith' article right afterwards was strictly necessary though 🙃

[clairesbeauchamp]

SWANFIRE OUTLANDER AU YOU SAY????

first of all LOVE that we all understand The Vision and Genious of this au. second of all you guys really are gonna make me do something w this huh 😂

[snekdood]

this is partially a critique on my part but even more of a critique on other online leftists' part since i notice a complete lack of attempts at putting oneself in others shoes- it shouldn't quite literally take learning you have x minority ethnicity in you to have sympathy and understanding for them.

[upsidedowngrass]

DEVASTATED. bunch of my tags on that texty post got cut off . meaning it doesnt have ALL of what i said

[chlopieno]

Id love to see you neuter a spider.

I DIDNT MEAN IT AHHGNNN NOOO for some reason in my head it's Trap 'N Release not trap neuter release 😭😭😭😭 oh goodness 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[holy-reference-in-a-username]

Look out for magic mirrors~!

Congratulations you activated my trap card. Take a comic.

Ell: Holy shit they're idiots.

UH PART 2!!

[phagodyke]

SUDDENLY STARTED RAINING SO HARD WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK

[sidesteppostinghours]

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