#hope ya like her ooooh

[millennium-queen]

You know her as the girl on fire but we know her as the lovely KATNISS!! EVERDEEN!!

Working on an actual BUCKETLOAD of other things but I was wanting to practice my old lineless style that I used constantly in art school and come on!! Of course I was gonna draw my girl

[soulrph]

chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).

basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!

knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.

no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.

of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.

i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!

ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!

you are evil. like a hobbit.

WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?

i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

AHEM!! fill my cup.

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.

i will avenge you mister van gogh.

call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.

you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.

go ahead and put the ranch away.

sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.

forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.

you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.

you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.

her coupon game was so fucking raw.

i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.

you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.

hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?

it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.

no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.

and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.

hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!

why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.

new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.

this is grindr my guy.

wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.

it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.

vanilla vodka... you fucking child.

without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.

you are fucking alive. do what you want.

why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.

i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.

you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.

see, i am not a kangaroo.

well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.

rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.

when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.

map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?

you bald-headed demon...

so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.

remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.

i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!

you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.

he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.

i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!

maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.

it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.

let's leave my mother out of this.

jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.

i run for LUMP!

oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!

you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.

what is this enticing bowl of white?

serious question, do his nipples sparkle?

what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?

if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!

i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.

that was poetry at its FINEST.

and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!

may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.

that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.

you have attachment issues. please fix it.

remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.

the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.

i don't like the cobra chicken.

i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.

so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.

god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.

it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.

i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.

if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.

how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?

if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.

you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.

look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.

it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.

i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.

if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.

that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.

people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!

the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.

someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.

if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Big Brother Advice: Angel & Charlie

Angel: (scans around before opening one of the few remaining drug stashes Charlie and Vaggie haven't found) Awww. Yeah. Come ta daddy.

Charlie: Angeeeeeeeel!

Angel: FUCK!!! (jumps and closes the hiding spot with a loud smack) Charlie! Jesus Christ, girlie, can you be a little quieter? I've- uh- got a headache.

Charlie: (sheepish) Sorry, Angel. Um... I could use some.... advice.

Angel: (cheeky little gremlin smirk spreads across his face) Ooooooh~ And what kind of advice would that be?

Charlie: (blushing) I-I, well, I want to... uh (glances around nervously) I want to try and seduce Vaggie tonight, but... I'm not exactly (motions to herself in hopes Angel understands)

Angel: Charlie, (plasters hands on Charlie's shoulders) first, don't sell yourself short. You can short circuit Ol' Featherduster's brain no problem just wearing a potata' sack. Second, I gotcha. Leave it to me. I'll be right back.

Charlie: (watches Angel zip away and return a minute later)

Angel: Here ya go! (Holds up a black, transparent, lace teddy with wine red stitching) Put this on, throw some rose petals on the bed, and lay yourself out like that broad in the stencil sketch scene in Titanic and Vags will be all over ya.

Charlie: (steam billows out her ears as her horns and tail pop into existence)

Angel: Ooooh! I like the addition~ Super sexy, babe. Now, (places the lingerie in Charlie's trembling hands and slaps her ass for motivation) go get 'er, Tiger!

[jahayla-parker]

ooooh, what about tom holland x reader where she's a huge fangirl for harry styles? maybe a smau?

British Civil War : Tom Holland x Reader (ft. Harry Styles)

Description: Smau, Y/n is a major fan of British singer Harry Styles, and it shows on her Instagram. However, her British actor boyfriend Tom Holland is ready to defend his position. Fluff

Warnings: flirting, playfulness, light teasing, shirtless Harry Styles and Tom Holland

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yourusername: My tombstone shall read that I died tonight, from breathing the same air as @/harrystyles #loveontour #screaming

P.S. Dear Harry Styles, I adore you. 💕

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hazosterfield: At least u died doing what you love 😜

yourusername: ooop 💀

tomholland2013: 🤨

nikkihollandphotography: looks like you had wonderful seats dear!

yourusername: @/yourbffusername and I definitely won’t be able to see him again from any other distance and be satisfied after tonight 🙌

tomholland2013: What’s this “again” about? 🧐

hollandfanatic17: not Tom fighting for his life here lmao

bananahanna24: please post your fit! Gotta see how you dressed up for tonight’s show!

yourusername: Don’t worry, my story is going to be spammed with more photos from tonight soon! 🤩

tomholland2013: glad u had a great night love xxx

yourusername: ty babe, I adore you almost as much as I adore Harry Styles 😘

tomholland2013: almost?!

liked by holland_maggie, yoursername, kristaholland4evr, and 1, 536, 975 others

british_boyfriends: I just read an article that said that @/yourusername’s celebrity crush is/was @/harrystyles and it got me thinking… they look pretty similar, no? #british #tomholland #harrystyles

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yourusername: 😌 he is so pretty

british_boyfriends: screaming! You responded!!!

british_boyfriends: wait which boy? 👀

tomholland2013: not sure how I feel about this…

yourusername: ily 🥰

harryholland64: lmao this is great

yourusername: right? 😆

tomholland2013: 🙄

hollandfanatic17: omg the comments!!!!

liked by stylernikki, yourusername, harryswife1, and 8, 247, 916 others

harrystyles: Thank you for another incredible night! I’ve truly got the best fans!

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styles1D: killed it again! 💚💛💜♥️💙

yourusername: omg he posted a photo of me 😍

harrystyles: @/yourusername lmao, ty for coming lovely, hope you had a good time

bananasforharry: omg dckkoufddjk he responded to @/yourusername

hazosterfield: I now understand why @/tomholland2013 is rolling his eyes while @/yourusername is grinning like a fool 🤣

hollandfan213: I’m dying, the way the Holland fandom has taken over this comment section is insane 😅

gina_2013_h: i keep waiting for @/tomholland2013 to comment about it lmao

liked by harryholland64, yoursername, hazosterfield, and 9, 744, 182 others

tomholland2013: Are puppies enough to bring you back to me? @/yourusername 🥺

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hazosterfield: mate stoppp bahaha

nikkihollandphotography: Isn’t she home with you right now?

yourusername: yes 🙄 lol he’s just being dramatic

tomholland2013: @/yourusername am not

yourusername: I’m literally sitting next to you Holland 🤦‍♀️

tomholland2013: you know that’s not what I mean 💔

yourusername: oh shush, you know I love you 💕

tomholland2013: as much as Harry Styles?

tomholland2013: love? Why are you sneaking out of the room? 🧐

hollandfanatic17: ahhh I loved this interview!!!

harryholland64: bruv, he doesn’t even know who she is chill

yourusername: He posted a photo of him and I on his insta thank you very much 👏 😝

tomholland2013: irrelevant

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yourusername: It’s only been a couple of days, and I miss you 🎶

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tomholland2013: I just wanna make you happier, baby

yourusername: quoting Harry Styles? 😍 ilysm

tomholland2013: @/yourusername anything for you darling, xxx

hazosterfield: ya caved mate 🤣

yln_holland_8: She went to another one of his shows?! Poor Tom is legit having to share her time with Harry now lmao

harryholland64: omg he so saw you girl 😱

yourusername: ikr?! And he clearly wanted a hug 🥹

harryholland64: I…. I can’t tell if you’re joining in on the sarcasm or not and that kinda scares me lol

hollandfanatic17: Can’t wait for @/tomholland2013 to petition for Spider-Man to fight Eros in the next Marvel movie now haha

liked by harryholland64, yourusername, hollandstyles22, and 362, 853 others

handsome.styles: Harry Styles x Spider-Man 🕸️ for the rest of LoT, I will be posting various fun Harry themed videos on my YouTube channel Handsome Styles. Today's video is Harry Styles showing off his on stage Catching Skills

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harryholland64: @/yourusername

yourusername: 👀😍

tomholland2013: Really @/harryholland64?! 😠

holland4life: Girl do you even know what you just did with that AI photo? 🤣

handsome.styles: I didn’t tbh and was v confused when it blew up so much haha. But I’ve been caught up to speed now, ooops 😇

hollandfanatic17: which Spider-Man do we all think that @/yourusername would choose in a universe where they both exist?

styleswifey_: not you kicking up drama in the Holland fandom haha

hazosterfield: lmao y’all won’t let him catch a break huh?

liked by harryholland64, yourusername, hazosterfield, and 9, 764, 223 others

tomholland2013: training as I’ve found myself in the fight of my life

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hazosterfield: this ought to help you catch up mate 💪

yourusername: holy sh- 🥵 T! 😍

tomholland2013: @/yourusername See something you like, darling? 😏

yourusername:@/tomholland2013 I… I’ve got no words

tuwaine: I think this means you won bruv @/tomholland2013, Harry’s never left her speechless 🏆

yourusername: is that what this post’s about? 🤦‍♀️

yourusername: If this is what comes of me fangirling for Harry Styles, I’m never going to stop cause 🥵🤤

tuwaine: eww I’m leaving this convo now 🫣

tomholland2013: I think this backfired….

holland_t_wife: hot damn 😱

zendaya: not you trying to compete with Harry Styles’s shirtless performances 🤣

liked by tomholland2013, tuwaine, zendaya, and 8,335,964 others

yourusername: Love on Tour with my love ❤️ @/tomholland2013

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tomholland2013: ❤️

hazosterfield: Trying to indoctrinate him I see 😂

yourusername: He just needs to see the amazingness for himself 🤷‍♀️

zendaya: Is this like the 5th show you’ve attended for this tour? I love the dedication girl haha

yourusername: it might be 😇

tomholland2013: At least the 5th..

tuwaine: can’t believe you got him to go with you

hazosterfield: nah, he’d go anywhere with her

yourusername: @/hazosterfield 🥰

harryholland64: Haz is right, i can’t believe it took this long for him to go with her to make sure she stays his

tomholland2013: @/harryholland64 watch the implications mate, I trust her

yourusername: @/tomholland2013 💜

tuwaine: yeah @/harryholland64, it’s @/harrystyles he doesn’t trust 🤣

nikkihollandphotography: Hope you two had fun! ❤️

tomholland2013: I confess, I get it now 👏

yourusername: yay! @/tomholland2013 🥳😍

liked by tomholland2013, yoursername, holland_tom_13, and 764, 983 others

styles_holland: apologies for the grainy photo, I wasn’t expecting to see @/yourusername and @/tomholland2013 tonight at LoT 🤩

(also I somehow missed capturing the photo of them kissing while Harry was performing 😭)

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hollandfanatic17: It might be ‘Harry’s House’, but @/yourusername seems fixated on a different British man 😌

yourusername: 🤷‍♀️🥰

th_marvelicious: ahhhh the way they’re right next to the stage but she’s only looking at Tom 😭

tstanleyh13: Get you someone who chooses you over Harry Styles like y/n did with Tom 👏👏👏

yourusername: forever my choice, everyday, always ☺️

thomaspidey: does this mean she’s done obsessing over @/harrystyles?

yourusername: No 😎

tomholland2013: lmao no, it just means I’ll be participating in the obsession

justafan13: Tom supporting y/n’s fangirling over Harry Styles was not on my bingo card but here we are 😂

hazosterfield: looks like it was Tom’s house tonight 💪

Taglist: @theslayerofthevampires @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswifeysblog15 @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r @laylasbunbunny

Tom Holland Masterlist

Peter Parker / Spider-Man Masterlist

All My Works / My Main Masterlist Navigation

[usmsgutterson]

I think I might have fallen in love- realization fics! Fics with this prompt can be the realization of anything--a characters imminent death, the moment wherein someone realizes they've been betrayed, or they can be super fluffy and detail the moment a character realizes they're in love, the moment where they realize they can see a future with the reader--perhaps one that entails settling down or one that involves leaving the past behind--, the moment where they realize that they want to marry them! Anything goes with this prompt, and I'll write 1-5k words using it!

ooooh okay, what about kaz x reader. and it's him realizing that he can see the rest of his life with r. i feel like that'd be such a huge moment for him, cause it was one think to admit he loves them but to actually see a life with them? like doing the domestic things, ya know?

He Knows- K.B x gn! reader

First off, I am SO SORRY that this took eight days! I've been studying to get my learners permit and before then was writing out requests on my sideblog so it's just been a lot to juggle with everything else lol, but thank you for sending this and all of your other requests in! This one was very fun, I absolutely adore a good realization fic and writing for Kaz was good after I'd not written for him in a bit!

Fic type- this is super fluffy!

Warnings- one mention of his trauma (he mentions not wanting to go to his childhood home in Lij because it still hurts to think about)

On the first day of October, Kaz Brekker is approaching the Slat and thinking about the next big job, the next big thing, when another thought suddenly occurs to him.

The thought is that he should grab you some tea at the cafe that recently replaced one of the nearby brothels. He lets the thought backtrack his feet about sixty steps, lets it allow his mouth to speak the words necessary to order you your fall-time tea of preference.

As he carries it back to the Slat, he can almost hear Ninas joyous snicker, almost see confusion in Matthias' gaze and see the smiles Inej, Jesper and Wylan are wearing.

He can hear Nina saying "you didn't peg me as a tea person, Brekker," when she notices the string and the tag which reads the cafes name attached to it.

The idea makes him scoff as he enters the Slat, eyes scanning the ever-constant crowd on the bottom floor in the hopes he'll meet your gaze somewhere within the mess of it.

When he does finally see you, you're not the first person he spots. The one who catches his attention is Jesper, wearing a bright but still burnt orange suit with nice looking navy blue accents, and he follows Jespers eyeline to where he spots you in the crowd of Dregs that has gathered on the bottom floor.

Jespers eyes are on you and Kaz watches as Jesper watches you approach the table with a mug of black coffee in hand. Kaz watches as Jesper notices Inej--who sits to his left in the table for six, Nina on his right--look at you skeptically as you slide into the spot beside Wylan.

Matthias is standing, unsurprisingly, though his arms are wrapped around Ninas shoulder in a hug from behind, and her head is tilted back so that her hair is touching his cheek. The two of them, as infuriating as Kaz finds it to be for a split second, look so happy.

Kaz approaches, takes the remaining seat at the table. You grin, slide the coffee his way. He slides you the tea he'd ordered.

"I love you for this," you say, grinning slightly. "Thank you, Kaz."

Kaz grins into his coffee, shrugs it off. "It was on the way," he says, and he knows that you know that, but he also knows that you won't know he purposefully backtracked sixty steps to get it for you. He knows that he does not want you to know that, so he says nothing of it.

You laugh, and Kaz's heart jumps in the way he's become accustomed to it doing so.

You'd been dating since the year before the Ice Court. It had been three years since. You had exchanged 'I love you's for the first time two years ago.

"I'd bet money he was zoning out while he walked," Nina says, and Kaz has to grip his cane like it's a lifeline to keep himself from spitting out his coffee while he's in the middle of sipping it. "Then he remembered 'oh, I've got a partner who likes tea' and so he walked back. Bet you it was as he was putting his hand on the doorknob."

"I'd take that bet," Kaz says, partly because he know she's wrong. "But it wasn't as my hand was touching the doorknob. It was a good six-ish minutes beforehand. Ordering the tea and receiving it took four."

Nina smiles at him. "Some days, the things you do for your beloved make up for your terrible haircut," she says. "Your next drink is on me, Brekker."

Kaz shrugs--a free drink is a free drink--and glances at you for a moment.

"Sixty paces?" you ask.

"Yeah," Kaz said. "Tacked on a solid few minutes, but I know you love the tea they make at Baileys."

"You got up to grab his coffee about six off," Wylan says. "Oh, that's so sweet! Your couple brains are couple-braining. You're sensing when the other is close by."

"It was ten bloody minutes!" Kaz says, a little incredulous. You laugh at him for a minute.

"Ten minutes," you say. "Six of which you spent walking back."

Kaz looks at you and you just grin, turning to Wylan before you take a sip of your tea.

"Either way," you say after you've downed the first sip and the warmth has surpassed your throat and settled within your stomach. "You can't judge me. You looked like Jesper had given you the entire world when he came into the Slat the other day."

Wylan scowls playfully at you, and Kaz looks at you and it just--something within him stirs. Something domestic, a part of him that yearns to come home to you every night, something that wants to relish in weekends off and hum along to the music playing from a gramophone while folding the laundry.

He shuts it out, rests his cane against the side of your chair in a manner that says 'I love you' without actually saying a damn thing at all.

-

That something stirs within him once more as he finds himself in the Kerch countryside. He hasn't brought you to Lij--twelve years gone and still, the very thought of visiting his childhood home hurts just a bit too much for him to risk it--but instead to a cute farmhouse that he'd bought in anticipation of retiring seventy years on, when he was ninety and still kickin' because he was Kaz Brekker and he would live to see 100 just to spite the people he disliked.

It is the first weekend of October and it has been a year since the last. You're in the kitchen and the only reason that Kaz is awake is because he smells coffee, wafting in from the pot as the water churns and the coffee falls into it.

He smells pumpkin, too, and knows what you've been doing without even having to think of it.

You have a very specific but very delicious recipe for pumpkin pancakes that you always make during the fall, and they stand as one of the only iterations of pumpkin-flavoured food and drink that Kaz can say he enjoys.

They're pumpkin pancakes made with a fairly basic recipe plus the addition of half a cup of brewed chai. You also tend to pair them with whipped cinnamon butter, and that morning it does not seem to be any different.

"Morning," Kaz greets as you grab two mugs from the cupboard.

In a manner that borderlines on reflexive despite Kaz's never having done so in that house, Kaz takes your electric kettle off of it's port, flips the top open and fills it with water. He sets it back on the port and clicks the small metal flap at the bottom end of the handle. He watches the port go from gray to blue to signify that the water has started heating, thanks to a mechanism that reacts to warmth.

"Morning," you respond as Kaz takes the mug he deems yours--the one shaped like a cauldron, while his is shaped like a ghost--and grabs a bag of your favorite tea, plopping it into the mug.

The two of you run through the motions quietly but contentedly even still--Kaz makes your tea, you make his coffee, Kaz gets the plates and you plate breakfast. You each grab your own utensils and sit down at the small black circular table that sits in your dining room.

Kaz, with a start, realizes he doesn't really know what to talk about. There is nothing, particularly, that currently plagues his mind. He loves the silence, though, and decides it best to allow it to remain uninterrupted.

Twenty minutes go by. Kaz thanks you for waking up and making the food--in Ketterdam, especially the Barrel, having a kitchen, having cups and plates to occupy the cupboards, utensils and baking tools to occupy the drawers and food to occupy the fridge and the pantry is a luxury. You like baking but what was the kitchen in the Slat was turned into the bar--and tells you he appreciates it.

You grin at him then, and Kaz knows that he will never escape the feeling that you are more than he will ever deserve.

That thing stirs within him again hours later, when lunch and dinner have both passed you by. It stirs when you've eaten your way through half of the pie brought to your doorstep by an old lady who'd claimed she had baked too much, the rest of it stored in the fridge for later consumption.

It is the innate feeling that Kaz cannot yet name that has him setting up the drying rack, grabbing the nearest dishtowel as his ears focus in on the sound of you humming along to the music, the music that plays softly from the gramophone as it filters into the kitchen from the lounge.

The ceramic ghost mug that you'd bought on your first day of the trip while you were in a town twenty minutes out from the farmhouse sits a couple of inches in front of Kaz, half full of chamomile tea because he does, in fact, aim to sleep through the night.

Candles have also been lit because the idea of turning the oil lamps on after sunset feels wrong, and Kaz looks at you and it all just hits him.

He's twenty-one, and he has been dating you since he was sixteen when it all just hits.

He looks at you, sees your face in the din as you dry off your hands and turn off the tap water, and suddenly he just knows.

Kaz Brekker knows that you are more than he will ever, ever deserve. He knows that he will someday propose to you and he will someday marry you, and perhaps he will retire when you do--likely around the age of 70, where retiring at ninety was his plan--and perhaps he will suggest long before you retire that you make the trips to this farmhouse a yearly thing.

He knows that he will have countless thoughts to get you tea when he's passed Baileys Cafe and he knows that he will walk back sixty paces to Baileys to get it countless times.

He knows that he will dry the dishes while you wash them, that he will find himself half awake in the heat of the Ketterdam summer, that he will get out of bed and pull the curtains back before trudging to bed again while still half asleep, just to feel himself awaken as he registers how easily enamoured he becomes with the way the sunlight cascades across you.

He knows he will come home many-a-night and he will fold the laundry with you, the two of you idly humming along to whichever record you've chosen to play on the gramophone, that your arm will bump Kaz's by accident and send the both of you into laughter.

He knows that he will experience the joy of getting to buy groceries with you, and he finds he can't wait to argue with you over the silliest things--a bag of six apples for one kruge is not the bargain deal you think it is. He knows that you'll remind him that getting two sets of the same coffee brand is not a smart financial move when the discount adds up to a grand total of one and a quarters kruge--and that one of you will laugh and the argument will break apart as though it does not exist.

"Kaz?" Someday, he will marry you. He will kiss your cheekbone in greeting and goodbye, and his soul will forever be entwined with yours.

Someday, he will have proof that the love he feels for you is not a weakness like so many Barrel thugs seem to think.

"Yeah?" Kaz asks, snapping out of his stupor.

You grin. "You okay? Lost you for a second there--you looked zoned out."

"Nothing serious," Kaz says. "Just uh--can't wait for the rest of the trip, is all. Could use a bit of rest if I'm completely honest."

You nod. "Me too,"

So then, dishes done and not a worry left in the world, the two of you blow out the candles you've lit. You go to bed a little earlier than normal, and Kaz knows that he will go to bed at your side for the rest of his days.

[callsign-muffin]

Heal Together: Chapter 8 (Bradley 'Rooster Bradshaw fic)

I would like to start off by apologizing for being MIA for god knows how long. Life has been chaotic, to say the least, lots of big events in my family, in my job, and in my relationship. But I'm hoping things have started to calm down and allow for more time for writing and such.

Masterlist + Playlist

Word Count: 2.3k+

You were scrambling trying to find an outfit appropriate for a job interview. It had been nearly 5 years since your last job interview. You switched to travel nursing where you were matched to hospitals by an agency, so the last time you interviewed for a nursing job was your first job out of school. It felt weird wearing business casual to the hospital, it was nerve wracking. You decided since it was around lunch time, you’d try FaceTiming Bradley to get his opinion on your outfit choice of a black pencil skirt and a floral blouse. Though part of you knew his opinion would be positive and this call was more of an ego boost than anything.

His face appeared on the screen upon answering and he propped his phone up on a table so you could see most of his torso. Damn, you could tell he wore that flight suit well.

“What a pleasant surprise!” He beamed, “what’s up, Sweetheart?”

“I need you to look at my outfit for my interview… I haven’t worn business casual since my first job interview out of nursing school like 5-6 years ago.” You explained. 

“I’m sure you look beautiful, let me see.” He said.

You propped your phone up on your kitchen counter and took a step back so he could see your entire outfit.

“I was right!” He exclaimed, “You look absolutely beautiful!”

“Really? Ya sure?” You asked doing a little spin.

He nodded, “Oh yes, you look gorgeous yet professional. I’d definitely hire you.”

“Can you give me a little Outfit of the Day too?” You proposed, “I’ve never seen you in your work clothes.”

“Like an influencer?” He asked.

You giggled, “Exactly like an influencer.”

He stood up from his seat and backed up so that his full body was in the frame, “So… my flight suit is from the Navy, my boots are also from the Navy, my sunglasses are from Ray Ban, and my ability to put together a sentence is from the disgusting amount of caffeine I’ve been drinking since I woke up.”

“Mine too!” You grabbed your Celsius and showed it to him. “Twins!”

“What do ya say we go to the Hard Deck tonight to celebrate your interview?” Bradley proposed.

“But what if it goes terribly?” You asked.

He smiled, “I highly doubt that it will. But if it does, we can celebrate that you’re still a badass fucking nurse.”

You nodded, “Okay, that sounds good.”

“You’re gonna be great,” he said, “any hospital, in any unit, would be so goddamn lucky to have you.”

You sighed, “Thanks Bradley, that means a lot. I gotta head out in a few but I’ll talk to you later.”

Bradley winked, “Go get ‘em, Tiger.”

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“Did you invite Sexy Nurse to the Hard Deck tonight?” Phoenix greeted Rooster outside of the locker room getting straight to the point.

“She has a name,” he corrected her, “but yes, I did.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “She’s always gonna be Sexy Nurse to me, she and all her little friends. Ya know how I feel about girls in healthcare.”

“I never understood your fixation until I met Y/N.” Bradley chuckled, “But now, I absolutely get it.”

“Something about a woman in scrubs.” Natasha shook her head.

He shrugged, “I dunno, Y/N had a job interview this afternoon and she looks like a dream in business casual too… and shorts and a t-shirt. The girl could make a paper bag look sexy.” 

“Ooooh Rooster, you’re into this girl.” She did a little happy dance.

He blushed a little bit, “Yeah… I am. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this crazy about someone.”

His phone dinged in his pocket, he pulled it out to see a text from Y/N.

Y/N: It went really really well. I’m not sure how many other people they’re interviewing but I vibed really well with the manager. Seems like they have a great unit too. It’ll be a little bit of a drop in pay since I won’t be on a travel contract, but I think I could make it work.

Bradley: I knew you’d be great! That unit would be lucky as fuck to have you.

Y/N: Thanks Bradley, what time should I meet you at the Hard Deck?

Bradley: I will be picking you up at 7:30. 

Y/N: Bradley…

Bradley: Y/N.

Y/N: You don’t have to do that.

Bradley: I know, but I want to.

Y/N: Well alright. I’ll see you at 7:30, Bradshaw :) 

When he pulled up to her apartment in his Bronco, Y/N was already standing out front. She was wearing a short casual cotton sundress with white low top Chuck Taylors. She was an absolute vision. 

“‘Evening, Bradshaw!” She greeted him loudly over the noise of the engine.

“‘Evening Y/L/N!” Bradley jumped out from the driver's side and walked around to open the passenger door, “You look… beautiful, really beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed and she kissed him on the cheek before climbing into the passenger’s seat.

Bradley looked over at her, “You missed, Sweetheart.”

She giggled, “I did, didn’t I? Climb in and let me right my wrong.”

He did as he was told and Y/N rewarded him with a sweet kiss. 

“Hang on,” She gently wiped his lips with her thumb, “I left some lipstick on ya.”

Rooster chuckled, “Leave it on, wipe it off. I don’t care as long as I get to keep tasting your lips all night.”

She bit her lip, “That can absolutely be arranged.”

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Bradley held out his hand with a sweet smile as the two of you walked from the parking lot towards the entrance of The Hard Deck.

You sheepishly took it, did he really want to make an entrance like this? You’d only been talking for a few weeks.

“Why do you look so surprised?” He asked.

You try to find the right words, “I’ve just… never had anyone be so… forward about liking me.”

“Well get used to it, Sweetheart.” He gave your hand a small squeeze, “‘Cause I’m gonna be all up in your pretty face.”

He only let go of your hand to open the door of the bar, placing a hand on the small of your back as he guided you in. A beautiful dark haired woman waved to Bradley from behind the bar and gave him a wink.

“Do you know her?” You asked over the music and loud chatter of the bar.

Bradley waved back at her, “That’s Penny, she’s Mav’s girlfriend and she owns this place.”

Before you could reply, you heard familiar voices calling to you.

“Nurse Y/N!” Jake’s southern drawl greeted you excitedly, “Can’t believe you’re still hanging out with Rooster, we thought you’d be bored of him by now.”

“Don’t listen to Bagman, Y/N!” Natasha greeted you with a friendly hug, “We are all thrilled that you’re still around. Bradley’s flying the best he has in a while since you showed up.”

You smirked and looked over at the beautiful mustached man next to you, “Is that so?” 

His cheeks flushed, “Possibly, but even bigger news, Y/N crushed her interview on her dream unit today!”

“That calls for a drink!” Mickey/Fanboy said, “What can I get you guys?”

You thought for a minute, “Tequila soda with lots of lime wedges. Let me know how much I owe you.”

“Oh no,” he chuckled, “All your drinks are on Rooster tonight. I’ll square it away with him.”

Bradley nodded, “Damn right, grab me whatever you’re having, Fanboy.”

“Hey Roo,” Jake passed him a pool cue, “I know you’re flying has been top notch. But I bet ya still suck at pool.”

He barked out a laugh, “You’re so fucking on, Hangman.”

Jake looked around and smirked, “Let’s make things even more interesting… winner gets to dance with the pretty nurse in the sundress.”

Bradley looks over at you, “You okay with that, Sweetheart?”

You gave him a nod, “Beat his ass, Bradshaw.”

You sipped on your second tequila soda of the night, watching the sickeningly close pool game with baited breath. Bradley was stripes and Jake was solids, they each had two balls left on the table. Bradley lined up for a shot and hit the cue ball towards one of his last stripes. Unfortunately, the cue ball bounced off the wall after sinking his stripe in the pocket, hitting the 8 ball into another pocket.

The whole dagger squad let out a roar of disappointment, except for Jake of course.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Bradley cried out.

“You wanna run away Y/N?” Phoenix nudged you, “We can escape out the back door.”

You shook your head, “Eh, it’s okay. A bet’s a bet. I made my bed and I gotta lie in it.”

“That’s very noble of you, Y/N.” Bob patted you on the back.

Bradley came up to you and planted a big kiss on your lips, “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay, you just gotta promise to cut in once the song is over.”

He grinned, “Oh I will be counting down until the very last note.”

“What shall I put on for our dance, m’lady?” Jake asked you with a cheeky wink.

Bradley rolled his eyes, “She actually loves country, Hangman. Maybe playing music she likes will keep her from getting sick all over you.”

You giggled as Jake walked towards the old school jukebox, “You all are children.”

A few moments later, the intro to Neon Moon by Brooks & Dunn started playing.

“Damn it.” You cursed to yourself.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Bradley asked.

You couldn’t help but giggle, “I fucking love this song.”

“It’s a classic.” Jake held out his hand, “May I have this dance?”

You blew a kiss to Bradley before taking Jake’s hand, “Remember our deal, Bradshaw!”

You and Jake two stepped along to the country classic, cracked jokes, and discussed how between the two of you, Bradley would learn to love country music.

“Before Rooster comes over and tears you away, I just want to thank you for taking such good care of him, as his nurse and now as his… lady friend.” Jake said quietly into your ear while also maintaining a respectful distance, “I know I give him a lot of shit and it may not seem like it but… I really care for the guy.”

You looked surprised at his gratefulness, “Of course, Jake. Even when I was just his nurse, it was clear to me that Bradley is a really special person. I feel really lucky to be getting to know him as Bradley the man, not the patient.”

“I have never seen him so starry eyed for someone, Y/N.” Jake added, “You make him really happy.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “He makes me really happy, too.”

As the last few notes finished out the song, Bradley was quickly behind Jake, “Time to go, Seresin. You got your dance.”

“Yes sir,” Jake gave you a cheeky wink as if to say, Don’t you dare tell him all the nice things I just said about him,  “She’s all yours, Roo.”

Bradley switched places with his friend, placing one hand on your waist and holding your hand with the other. You placed your free hand on his shoulder and he pulled you close. You couldn’t hear what song was playing, all you could focus on was his heartbeat.

“That was the worst four minutes of my life.” He grumbled into your ears.

You shrugged, “Not the worst dance I’ve ever had but I’m definitely happier to be back with you.”

He kissed the crown of your head, “Glad to hear it.”

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Y/N was a few tequila sodas deep, she wasn’t really drunk at all… just a little tipsy and very giggly. This was a side of her that Bradley hadn’t seen a whole lot of and he was loving it. She was also a little bit more handsy and playful, too. It was as if the liquid courage was allowing her to let her guard down.

“You are so damn pretty.” He mumbled into her neck and kissed it.

She let out a quiet little moan and then froze, realizing what she had just done.

Rooster raised a playful yet questioning eyebrow at her, “Did I find your spot?”

Her cheeks flushed bright red, “Maybe… maybe one of them.”

He took her by the waist and guided her to turn around and face him, “There are more?”

“There are many…” she bit her lip and looked up at him with big doe eyes, making his dick twitch. 

He pulled her in closer, “Tell me all about these spots, Sweetheart.”

She shook her head and whispered in his ear, “But that’ll take away all the fun… you gotta find them yourself, Bradshaw”

And with that, Rooster absolutely melted.

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[spield]

Bethyl (Witch AU)

We need to talk, Daryl. 

For the whole day, Daryl tried not to let that short sentence get to his head but, understandably, he failed. Because what else would Beth want to talk except that she’d finally come to her senses and decided that no, of course she doesn’t want to be a Dixon and this was a mistake. 

A five-year long mistake. 

Just when Daryl’s finally stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop, it finally comes stomping down when he’d finally gotten her a ring and built her a house.

He should be angry, but mostly, he’s just scared.

Scared enough to be loitering outside their front door, quietly listening to Beth in their backyard tending to their small garden. How could she be so calm when she’s about to break his heart?

Maybe it’s not bad news, Daryl. Carol told him and maybe it’s not but with Daryl’s luck in life - what are the chances?

Fuck. 

Shit.

Let’s just get this over with. Daryl stills himself and enters the blue door. He doesn’t stop to hang his jacket or take off his shoes, he goes straight to their backdoor and out to their backyard. 

Beth turns to him with a smile and normally that would be the end of it. All is good if Beth smiles - but he could see the slight redness in her eyes and the trembling of her lips and good lord, this will hurt. 

Daryl stops a few feet away from Beth, his boots scuffling against the gravel path. "Just tell me. Let's get this over with. I already know."

Beth's face shutters close, her eyes clouding over like a stormy sky. "You know?"

"Yeah," Daryl shrugs, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his own fears. If it saves her pain from saying it out loud, then he'll spare her. He loves her, and the thought of losing her is suffocating. "Just tell me when you want me out of the house."

"Out of the house? Why?" Beth asks, taking a step closer to him, her hand reaching out as if to touch his arm, but he steps away, his eyes darting around the garden, avoiding hers.

Daryl takes in a deep breath, the air filling his lungs like a heavy weight. "‘Cause I can't live with ya if we ain't together, Beth." His voice cracks, and he clears his throat, trying to sound stronger.

"You think I'm breaking up with you?"

"You ain't?" Daryl's voice is laced with uncertainty, his heart still racing with fear.

"No! Why would you think that?" Beth's voice is soft, gentle, but it's like a ray of sunlight peeking through the clouds, giving him hope.

"You said we needed to talk!"

"Yes --- but not about that!" Beth pauses, her eyes searching his face. "Well, a little bit about that, but I hope you won't leave me for it."

"What does that mean?" Daryl's eyes narrow, his mind racing with possibilities.

"It's not — It's not what I did, Daryl. It's what I am." Beth's voice is barely above a whisper, her words dripping with hesitation.

"Beth, you're not making sense."

Daryl's heart is still racing, his mind reeling with confusion. He takes a step closer to her, his eyes locked on hers.

"I know, it's just…., you have to promise to keep an open mind." Beth's eyes are pleading, her voice trembling like a leaf.

Maybe one of those open marriages thing, little brother ooooh-wee. Daryl's mind is a jumble of thoughts, but he pushes them aside, focusing on Beth.

"I promise," he says, his voice firm, his heart still pounding in his chest.

"I'm a witch," Beth says, her words dropping like a bombshell, the air around them seeming to vibrate with the weight of her confession.

"What?"

[legacyshenanigans]

Hellooo~! I was wondering, since Marvolo and Ominis are in relationships with the other's close friend, do they ask one another for date/ gift ideas? Or MC and Rowan? Just curious! I think that'd be cute.

Anywho, I hope your day is amazing! Love the stuff you post, minus the single Professor Ronen thing. I'm still scarred from that.

You're wonderful and I hope you know how much we all appreciate the work you do for us. Much love from Canada! 💙💙💙💙💙

Hiii 😊 this is really cute yeah, I can do some little script posts on these types of conversations for you, sure 😊💜

Amd thank you so much! 🥹💕

(Oh god That Prof Ronen thing hahahah)

Gift/Date Idea Conversations.

Marvolo & Ominis

Ominis: So I was thinking about planning some kind of date for me and Rowan.

Marvolo: Oh?

Ominis: Do you think it wize that a book a table at a fancy restaurant for a change?

Marvolo: Oof, absolutely not, I've been to a fancy place with Rowan in the past, don't do it Ominis, trust me *chuckles*

Ominis: Heh...I thought as much, Well, we always go for forest walks, I'm worried he might be getting bored?

Marvolo: Rowan? Bored of nice forest walks? Doubt it, little brother..Hmm, remember when we used to go across the lake? To the other side of the forest to collect mushrooms? I'm pretty sure you know your way there?

Ominis: Yes?

Marvolo: Well, that's a rather nice location.. Why don't you take him there? *small smile*

Ominis: Ooooh, perhaps we can have a picnic there or something!

Marvolo: Urgh..How adorable *smiles and chuckles* Sounds good. Do that.

MC & Rowan

MC: I want to get Marvolo a gift. But I'm unsure what to get him for once..

Rowan: Could just wrap ya naked body up in a ribbon, and let him unravel it? Meaning YOU are the gift hes opening Heh..And, I dunno, get some of that nice fancy wine he likes and his favourite foods too, YOU can be the dessert when he unravels ya, but prolong it for as long as you can, drive him really crazy all night *chuckles*

MC: You know what Rowan?..Thats actually pretty sexy and perfect *giggles*

MC and Rowan: *high five and chuckle*

Ominis & Marvolo:

Marvolo: I want to take MC on a date soon..

Ominis: Struggling for ideas?

Marvolo: I am, actually. I want us to go somewhere we haven't been together before.

Ominis: Hmm, Why don't you take her to the family summer house in France?

Marvolo: Thats a holiday haha, not a date.

Ominis: So? Make it a week long, overly romantic date *smirks* The two of you, just getting away from it all for 7 days.

Marvolo: ....*raises his brows* I could actually..Thats a very good idea, Ominis.

Ominis: *smiles*

Rowan & MC

Rowan: I..Wanna get Ominis a gift..Or do something for him.

MC: Aww-

Rowan: Shh *small blush*

MC: *giggles* What were you thinking?

Rowan: I don't know, I'm no good at this sorta stuff really, Ominis is..Soft..And loving..I think he'd like something...*sigh* I dunno..Cute?

MC: Hmmm, well, Ominis LOVES sweets? Why don't you get him a big sweet hamper, fill it with lots of goodies and treats, and you've been practising your reading alot, yeah?

Rowan: Mhm.

MC: Brilliant, Ominis LOVES romantic stuff too, maybe the two of you can cuddle up next to a cozy fire somewhere, Ominis can enjoy his sweeties, while you just read him lots of romantic poems, then, who knows where the night may lead *giggles*

Rowan: Heh..I think he'd actually really like that.

MC: He definitely would *smiles*

~

[trashyswitch]

Day 11: Hug

Kremy really needs a hug, and looks to Gideon for help. But when Twig joins in on the hug, a playful little game of 'adult? Or child?' begins to fill the cottage.

More Legends of Avantris! More Coalecroux (Gideon Coal x Kremy Lecroux) moments! And a sprinkle of Twig, Frost and Gricko too! Hope you all enjoy!

[“The group are hanging out in Twig’s cottage. She had opened it up to you, and allowed you to stay another night in the cozy inn. Kremy? What do you do?” Nikkie asked. 

“Well…I stand a couple feet from Gideon, feeling drained and sad…” Richie described. “Feeling a desperate need, I speak up.” ] 

“Hey Gid?” Kremy called.

“Yeah?” Gideon called back. 

[“Okay. And Gideon?” Nikkie spoke up. 

Mace adjusts himself in his seat. “I am currently working with Twig on reading the sylvian engineering book. It’s been 30 minutes already…and other than a couple big words, I’ve been mostly successful. I place my finger onto the page and look up towards Kremy.” Mace described, acting it out. ] 

“I um…” 

[“I grab the book.” Richie describes.] 

“Can I put this down for a minute?” Kremy asked him. 

“Uhhh…Sure?” Gideon replied. 

[“I let Kremy take the book.” Mace described. 

“I put down the book, making sure it’s still open on the ground to the same page.” Richie described. “Then I pull Gideon into a hug.” Richie actually brings Mace into a hug.

“Awwww…” Mace cooed. “I mean-” Mace clears his throat and pretends to be confused.] 

“U-Uh…” Gideon muttered, staring at the man. 

“Sorry…I know I usually ask you first, but…”

[Richie hugs him a little tighter.] “I really need this right now.” He admitted.

[“Gideon?” Nikkie asked. 

“I hug Kremy a little tighter because…he needs it. And I’d never say no to Kremy.” Mace explained.] 

“No worries Krem. Anythin’ to make ya feel better.” Gideon told him, patting his back. “Is there…a reason as to why you needed a hug so bad?” Gideon asked. 

“Yeah…” Kremy closed his eyes. “It’s just felt like a long time since I hugged you…” Kremy told him. 

“Didn’t we hug yesterday?” Gideon asked. 

“Yeah, but that was 5 minutes…” Kremy muttered. “I’m talking a real…” Kremy gently shoved his face into his shoulder. “A real hug.” 

Gideon nodded his head and continued to take the hug. 

[“This is really sweet…” Andy admitted. 

“Yeah…I wanna see where it goes.” Derek admitted next. 

“Me too…” Nikkie admitted.] 

“Can I give you a hug too?” Twig asked him. 

Kremy looked at Twig and smiled. “Sure.” He opened his arm and let Twig jump into his hand. Kremy carried her up to his shoulder, and hugged her firmly, but gently at once. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” Twig replied. “Anything for more uppies.” 

Gideon tittered and laughed a bit at her last sentence. “Oh Twigsie…” He muttered. 

“What?” Twig asked. 

“You’re such a nutjob.” Gideon told him. 

“A nutjob?” Twig asked. “What’s that?” 

“Uhhh…It’s a playful name…Like, another name for a silly goose.” Gideon explained. 

“Ooooh…” Twig thought for a moment and giggled. “So I’m like a squirrel?” Twig asked. 

Gideon laughed. “Thahat’s not what I meant. I meant more like…Uhh…” 

“It’s a loving nickname that people will give to mischievous little kids.” Kremy explained. 

“Wait, what?!” Twig looked at Gideon. “But…I’m not a child! I’m a respectable adult brownie woman who’s the perfect little housewife!” She told them, crossing her arms in an adorable way. 

[All of the Avantris members bursted out laughing at this perfect explanation. 

“That’s something a kid would say!” Derek yelled out.] 

Gideon snorted and covered his mouth to try and hide his smile. “Uh-*Ahem*” He pulled himself together and nodded his head. “Right, right. A respectful brownie woman. The perfect housewife.” Gideon repeated.

“That’s what I thought.” She warned. 

Kremy smirked a little bit. “What do you think is expected of an adult woman?” Kremy asked her. 

“Well, I’m expected to cook, clean, take care of Pigtunia, and keep myself together even when my life is falling apart.” Twig described. 

[“Cut…Cut, this is getting too real.” Andy muttered.

“Her eyes somehow get bigger and more derpy.” Nikkie described with a laugh.] 

“Oh reeeally?” Kremy asked. 

“Yeah!” Twig declared. “What? You don’t think I’m ‘adult’ enough?” Twig asked. 

“I think you are…but there’s only one single way to test this out.” Kremy told him. “And it starts…with you closing your eyes.” 

Twig widened her eyes for a moment. “What?” Twig tilted her head. “Uhhh…Alright.” Twig closed her eyes. 

[I adjust Twig so she’s laying against my arm like a baby.” Richie described.] 

“Now your goal is to prove to me that you can keep a straight face.” Kremy explained. “You ready?” He asked her. 

“Ready, Kremy!” Twig declared. 

[Richie giggled a little bit. “I start tickling her.” Richie said next with a little laugh of his own.

Nikkie dropped her jaw. “What?!” She reacted. “Not fair!” She argued. 

“You’re not entirely done for. Roll for deception.” Richie told him. 

Nikkie rolled the dice. “Damn…11.” Nikkie said. 

“You wanna twist?” Richie asked. 

“Nah…I think I’m good.” Nikkie replied. “Twig can’t hold a straight face. She starts to laugh after about 5 seconds.” Nikkie described.

“And what does her laugh sound like?” Kremy asked.] 

“Hahahahaha! Thahahat’s cheeeheeheeatihihing!” Twig started giggling right away. 

“By the power of the Gods…” Kremy smirked. “We’ve got ourselves a child, Gid.” Kremy teased. 

“Indeed we do.” Gideon reacted with a laugh. 

[“Shouldn’t he roll for Sleight of Hand as well?” Derek asked.

Nikkie hummed. “Right.” 

Richie rolled his dice. “17.” Richie said. 

“And I rolled a 13 for Dex saving throw…” Nikkie muttered.

“Yes!” Richie cheered.] 

“Krehehemy plehehease! Lehet me try agahahahain!” Twig pleaded. 

“No can do, Twig.” Kremy stopped tickling. “You got only one shot, and you lost it.” Kremy declared. 

Twig giggled and held her stomach. “Nohot fahahair…” She mumbled. 

“Don’t worry Twig…You’re not the only one to lose.” Gideon told her, patting her head. 

“What?!” Twig looked up at Gideon with a frown. “What do you mean ‘I’m not the only one’?!” Twig yelled. 

“I mean, you’re not the only one.” Gideon told her. “Frost and Gricko lost too.” 

[“Uh-” Mikey widened his eyes and awkwardly looked away. 

“Wow…Way to throw us under the bus, asshole!” Derek yelled at Mace. 

“What?! It makes sense!” Mace reacted. 

“Twig looks to the others for hope.” Nikkie explained.] 

Frost was the first to speak up. “To be fair, I anticipated a much more painful test…and was quite unprepared for tickles of all things…” Frost admitted. 

“And there’s no way I’m winning that.” Gricko told her. “I’m way too ticklish.” 

[I poke his side.” Derek added, poking Mikey’s side in real life.] 

“EY!” Gricko slapped his hand away. “You’d better not.” 

Twig looked towards Gideon. “And you?” 

Gideon shrugged his shoulders. “Kremy tried it, but apparently I’m not ticklish.” Gideon told him. 

[“I raise an eyebrow.” Richie said.] 

“What?! I’m not!” Gideon tried to argue. 

“I do believe there’s a little nursery rhyme that will dispute that.” Kremy mentioned. “Now how does it go…” 

[Richie looked up the nursery rhyme on his phone. Once he found it, Richie grabbed Mace’s palm and pulled it towards himself.] 

“Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear…” Kremy said, drawing circles around Gideon’s palm. 

“Oh, I know this one.” Frost spoke up. 

Gideon widened his eyes. “Now wait a second-” Gideon tried to protest. 

“One step…” 

[Richie walks his fingers up Mace’s lower arm.] 

Gideon widened his eyes. “Kremy-!” 

“Two step…” 

[Richie walks his fingers up Mace’s upper arm.] 

“KREMYNO!” Gideon yelled. 

“Aaaaand- TICKLE YOU UNDER THERE!” 

[Richie tickles right under Mace’s armpit.] 

“aAAHFUHUCK!” Gideon yelled. 

[Mace actually curled up as laughter spewed from his mouth.

The whole crew bursted out with laughter, loving the moment of silliness.] 

“God dahahammit!” He reacted. “Fihihine, you win!” Gideon grumbled. “Jeez…You’re such an ass!” 

…And that was the last thing he said before being utterly destroyed by Kremy’s evil claws. 

[evilminji]

Back at it again? With more BNHA? My goodness!

See, in one my WIP, which haunts me like a cursed Victorian doll in the night, chanting to me my sins from beneath the floorboards, I got a few OCs. As ya do. Gotta flesh out that world building. And I am ALWAYS a ho for some sweet, sweet SI-OC action!

Because the stranger in a strange land, can see what SHOULD be mundane and familiar anew! There are Moral Quandries! You get to put your sticky lil gremlin fingers ALL over the set dressing and look inside those boxes they put in the background of the scenes! What's IN there? Secrets? We bet it's SECRETS.

Tis the BEST, really. I enjoy it.

But of course! If it's BNHA then we must assign Randomly Gifted Genetic Fuckry(tm) : The Super Powers Edition. Where in? My love of "immediately obvious powers are for cowards. There are no such things as weak powers, only weak and uncreative minds" comes into plaaaay~

I! Want! WEIRD QUIRKS!

Supposedly "minor" ones! That everyone says "oh that's a minor power. Sucks for you" and expects you to just leave it at that! Give up. Like you're some sort of fuckin CASUAL.

HA!

Nah, we pushing this fucker until REALITY breaks. You are gonna be legitimately asking "how the FUCK did you do that!?" And the answer is Will Power, Spite, and "Cause Fuck You, I'm Awesome".

Which of course, is how we got Kimiko. The most high femme, kawaii, little pastel pink bundle of Rage and Bloodlust the Heroics world has ever seen. She is that stage of little girl where they like to wear tiaras, princess dresses, and want to MURDER EVERYTHING. But never grew out of it.

She grew IN to it.

Got a lot of rage, that one. Probably because everyone is all "ooooh, kimi! Your Quirk is so CUTE! You'll be such a good housewife! Such a good sweets maker! Aren't you so CUTE! Let's all infantalize Kimi!" *murder intensifies*

She can turn part of what she is touching into Marshmallow.

*slaps a hand on your shoulder* There are NO restrictions on that~☆! ANYTHING she touchs. Is she touch you? Air? The ground? This building we are standing in? Wanna keep talkin shit? How do you feel about Marshmallow lungs? Enough training and eventually she can take out a building!

Cause Marshmallow? Not a very strong support. Ground under your high rise better be sturdy if you want it to hold, you know? Things to think about. Other things, are the "part of" aspect. Which she is slowly getting better at. Wanna see a trick? *a Marshmallow plops down on the table on the far side of the room* Still air! Still touching~.

Hope your technology is AIR TIGHT and not IN the air. Or moving through it at any concerning speeds. Like, say, a car. Fun thought! Don't fuck with her again! Kimi out! *removes threatening hand of possible Marshmallow Murder*

She's besties with the SI. Himiko. They are the Koko's and WILL be going to UA specifficaly because Kimi was told she couldn't make it. Himi wants nothing to do with this bullshit but is being dragged along like a cat in a harness.

She has my favorite super power. Egg.

Just... Egg.

Egg? Yes. She can summon eggs. Into the spoon. Like those challenge races. Except there is no race, its just her in her pjs trying to eat her damn breakfast. But SUPRISE! Raw egg. Full on, chicken egg in a shell, in your spoon. Perfectly balanced.

And in this iteration, it does have to be in a "spoon" or spoon-like shape. Defined as a bowl with a handle. The egg will fit the spoon. And? Most importantly! Not restricted to chicken eggs!!!

Tiny spoon? Tiny egg. Large spoon? Large egg.

Theoretically? Stadium sized spoon? Stadium sized egg of unknown species never to be seen on planet earth. Because YES. Those thought popping into your head. "Ha ha, what about a dodo eg-" Yeah, see, not ass funny when you actually DO that as a sleep deprived toddler because you HAVE TO KNOW. And now conservationists are hunting you for sport.

Do you have? ANY idea the lengths certain folks would go too to save endangered bird or frog species? If it comes out of an egg. Yes. She CAN make it. No risk of inbreeding for the already critically small populations. Just viable, healthy eggs. Ready to be incubated.

Took her an afternoon.

Needless to say... things get Exciting(tm). People need to be threatened. Himi gets lifelong job security at age four. Neat.

But!!! Not why I started writing! I had a THIRD OC child! Who never made it to the limelight! Gasp! I know! The secret comes out! I scrapped him in favor of Kimi. But his power was one I enjoy Pondering about!

Unlock. You can unlock doors. All doors.

No, you can't "unlock" the bonds between atoms or something. It has to be a Door. But! Begs the question, don't it? Would you... would you have "door sensing"? If there was a perfectly blended in or painted over door? Would you be able to say "it's right there"?

What happens if you use your ability on a tree? Doors are often made of wood. Would there be any effect? Even if no "opening" happened? Could you open metaphorical doors? If someone PAINTED a door, could you open a wall? If so, how deep? If we painted a cliff face, could you open a door to the other side of the mountain?

How far does you door opening power stretch?!

I understand you Izuku! I too, want to study these cool Quirks! See how far they can develop! No more strength quirks! More minor quirks with unusual applications! Woooo!

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation @hypewinter

[short-black-diamond]

Hi!! This is my first time requesting but could you please make a Wednesday x male reader angst? The reader is an outcast but also a direct descendant of his family like Goody Addams.

wait so which outcast type should I take? Oh, I know!

I ain't seein' no male witches here!!!

Okay bro, hopefully this is going to be legendary!

Wait so that I understand it. You want me to write about someone who has a connection to his greatgreatgreat-something relative, right? If yes, then I'm writing it like that! I hope I got it right. If not, I'll just write it again.

Also I think I'm trying to make this more funny than angsty but we'll see. also you are going to be russian because I said so. Also because I can speak a bit of russian. Your name is Alek Ivanovich, to keep it simple. Okay?

Here's all the foreign words:

ai = y without w, tixo = quiet, cabaka = dog, ras = on, dwa = two, tri = three, chiteri = four, pyat = five, da = yes, ya ne xatchu = I don't want to, ti krasivaya = you are beautiful (when reffering to women), dusha = soul, eto kto? = who is this?, moy drug = my friend (when referring to men), blyat = shit

again, i did not proofread

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"I'm a witch, Addams."

"What the hell did you do to my son?!", a nameless mother shrieked. You wore a hoodie, and your hair covered your face. Your hands were in your pockets. Your parents stood behind you. You sat on a wooden, too light coloured chair and next to you sat your bully- no, your victim.

"He was simply testing my patience, sooooo....", you trailed off and did jazz hands towards the fucker who dared to approach you. The guy himself looked like a failed experiment. One eye was bigger than the other, the mouth reached form one ear to the other, hair gone, nose like Voldemort and the rest of his body...well, let's not talk about it, yeah?

Your mother surpressed a chuckle while your father only sighed deeply. The headmistress herself was also dead serious, and you couldn't help but burst out laughing any minute. You were a weak man in situations like this. situations where it felt like being at a funeral and you not being able to keep your shit together.

"Mister Ivanovich, I hope you know how serious this situation is, because of where you peop-..."

You raised your eyebrows. Ooooh, what will she sayyyy~?

"Because of your family's heritage.", the woman stated, satisfied with her answer. You snorted. Your father slapped the back of your head.

"Ai, papa!"

"Tixo!", he only hissed and you mumbled something under your breath.

"My son, Alek, might be like this because of the puberty. You know how it is, dear. Boys fight all the time and-"

"This boy is not like the others, Mrs. Ivanovich, and I hope you know it. Alek is...special in his own way.", the curly haired woman started. She took a folder with a good load of papers from a drawer and gave it to your father.

"Alek is a good student at heart. But fights like this are sadly not uncommon. And your son is always involved in this."

You could feel the steam and heat radiating from behind you to your right, where your father stood. Hopefully he won't explode today...

Your mother was also taking a look, and that's when the other woman chimed in. "But what will happen to my dear Tommy!? Who's going to turn him back?!"

You smirked. "Relax, he's going to be back to his normal self when he gets his true love's kiss. You know, like in the fairytales." The woman looked like she wanted to kill you, but before that, you couldn't hold it anymore.

"BWAHAHAHAHH, you really thought about him having to kiss somebody?! Please, it's the 21st century!", you exclaimed while you wheezed and rung for air. Sparks were already flying around your father, and your mother patted her beautifully round nose. "A-Alek, please turn this poor boy back."

You sighed. "Mama, please, I'm having fun-"

"I'LL GIVE YOU FUN! GET BACK HERE, YOU CABAKA!", your father roared and a firework errupted in the headmistress's office. You were running away from your father, the headmistress was crying for help when the office caught fire and your mother sighed tiredly.

"ras dwa tri, turn back thee. chiteri pyat shest, stop this jest!", she mumbled, and everything got back to its original place. You got dragged back to your seat, your bully was back to his own self and ran away with his mom, and the office wasn't burning anymore.

The only thing which was not alright was your dad. He was still fuming. "What I wanted to say...", the woman sat down on her chair again after she examined her precious kabinett,

"was that Alek might be better off in another school. Nevermore, to be exact. There are people like him-"

"You mean outcasts?", you frowned. You had your fun, now you were serious.

"Alek...", your mother said and squeezed your left shoulder.

The woman behind the desk coughed to hide her embarrassment before continuing. "If you put it that way...then yes. And I'm sorry for you, Alek. You are one of the best students this little itty-bitty school has ever had. It's a shame that your peers like to poke at you."

"Evermore...wasn't it where we have met the Addams?", your father spoke suddenly, and you flinched.

"Oh my, da! We have to contact them! How long has it actually been since we last saw them? At your graduation?", your mother spoke and all of a sudden, everybody's mood lifted, yours excluded.

Wait, new school? What school? I hope it's not a boarding-

"And for your information, it's a boarding school.", the woman sitting in front of you said.

Why did I jinx myself?!?!?

---

"Papa, ya ne xatchu." "I don't care. Get in the car."

And right after you sat down, your father began speaking. "Why do you always have to make a mess, son?! Wherever we go, you use your magic to curse somebody! Stop it!"

"...yes.", you answered with a grumble.

"And that boy- what did he do to you?!"

"He was making fun of me.", but it was only half the truth.

"But you're still not allowed to use your magic, Alek!"

"He was pushing me to it!"

"What could he have done to make you use your magic?", your mother's calm voice called. You could clearly hear her sadness.

Your mother was a beautiful woman, who never failed to make friends in places she's never been before. She always managed to help you whenever you struggled with something.

And now, you felt like crying. you wanted her to hold you, but she was sitting next to your father and you were sitting alone on the other side.

"He...was making fun of us witches, of all the other outcasts or monsters- he was making fun of us unhumans!"

The ride was silent and suffocating then. your mother was stroking her round nose again, which you loved, but you got your father's boring straight nose.

"there was also another thing....", you began as you recalled being in a fever-, or lucid- like dream. You somehow got in contact with a person you admired. Dima Ivanovich.

He was the greatest witch you've ever found out about, and you dedicated your life to that man. He might have been a jerk, a klutz and always in for dangerous activities, but he also risked his life for defending his family, he treated his wife with the upmost respect and he tried his best to make life easier for the next generations.

"I got in contact with Dima Ivanovich."

Your mother's breath hitched and your father glared at you. "He told me to act. I would've kept my head down, but he lifted it. He also lifted my hands. I could feel his presence, papa! You should have-"

"ENOUGH WITH THIS SHIT! I HAVE TRIED FOR YEARS AND YOU WANT TO TELL ME THAT HE JUST CAME TO YOU FOR YOU TO STAND UP TO YOUR BULLIES?! PAH!"

Was...was he for real?

"Sorry that he helped a relative in need of pretection and defense instead of money problems."

"What did you just say-"

"Seriosha, Alek, enough already!"

You hated when your mother yelled. "Dima had a good reason to step in and protect our poor son!"

He only looked out of the window.

"...Sooo, tell me about Nevermore. Or the people you met there.", you asked after a few minutes in hopes of getting at least some of the nonexistent background information you had about your parents. And to make the ride less boring and long.

Again, to your surprise, your father answered. Normally, it would have been your mother, with your dad nodding along, but oh well. "Nevermore is a magical place. Back in the days when I was your age, I was the sporty guy. We played football, exercised and sharpened our skills, and also had many events. Your mother and her best friend at the time, Morticia Addams, these two were the fencing captains."

"Oh, how I'd love to meet her again! I'm sure she'd be just as beautiful as she was when she was a teenager!", your mother gasped, and smiled.

"But mom, you are the most beautiful here!", you spoke, but she just shook her wavy locks. "No, no, son. I am not pretty. Just look at my nose, or my skin! I look like my own mother!"

"First of all, ti krasivaya. Second, baba yaga is also pretty. Otherwise, dad wouldn't have married you, would he?"

And also this time, your father said something. "I don't know why you are still so insecure. You are the most beautiful witch, the most beautiful woman and the most wonderful dusha I have ever met."

"Aww, Seriosha...that was good to hear."

"Yes papa, you should speak to her more often like that! and also teach me the art of flirting!"

For the first time this week, your father laughed. And it was saturday. You were proud of yourself.

---

"Sooo...this is it? Looks old in my opinion.", you said as soon as you stepped out of the car and stretched. Your mother was looking around and then she screamed. You and your father were ready to throw hands and cast spells left and right when all that happened was your mother running towards a woman with long dark hair in a tight black dress. The other woman was also screaming.

Why are women always yelling when they see a familiar face??

"Papa, eto kto?"

"Morticia Adda- GOMEZ, moy drug! Idi suda!", your father yelled and nearly floated towards a middle aged man who could loose some pounds.

Welp, guess it's just me then-

And there, you saw a girl step out of the -like your father's- old fashioned, black vehicle. Your dad's car was a dark wine red.

She had twin tailed, braided heir, and she was also not that thrilled to be here. She also watched the interaction, but with more disgust than curiousity. Both of your dad's were now dancing with each other, each in their traditional way.

Make a friend...

So, you strutted to her, but stayed a little more than five feet away from you. You didn't reach out your hand, for she didn't look like she'd like to even acknowledge you.

"My name is Alek Ivanovich. I guess our parents knew each other very well back in the day. what's your name?"

"My name is Wednesday Addams."

"Cool. Why are you here?"

"Attempted murder."

"what?"

"What, you don't-"

"You didn't get the job done? Tsk, tsk, tsk."

And now, the girl gave you her attention. "Excuse me? Then why are you here?"

"I was experimenting with my bullies. Say, why did you "attempt" to murder somebody?"

'Did you say 'attempt' with a special undertone just now? Are you making fun of me?', she thought and her brows furrowed a little.

"They were messing with my little brother."

"Ah yes, nothing's more important than family. but why kill? Didn't you want to make them suffer a little?"

"I put two bags, each filled with a number of piranhas into the pool they were swimming at the time. Not enough, but still good when in school."

"Nah, I would've...I dunno, maybe cursed them that they'd have constant constipation...or, uh...turn them into unsightly things, like I did with my last victim..."

As you were deep in thought, Wednesday studied you. You were not like the other kids. You didn't give her a freaked out expression.

'You...are you trying to start a competition?' With the way you were making ideas on how she could've done it better, she felt a sharp pain in her pride.

But why did she feel like this? Why did she feel like she'd have to better her antics? Just because she spoke to someone who maybe understood her?

"What are you, Ivanovich?"

"I'm a witch, Addams."

---

The get-to-know with principal Weems, a tall and very---suspiscious looking woman, you and Wednesday had to part ways.

"Wait, can I get your phone number?" "I don't use phones."

"Aw, blyat. Then what do you use for communication?"

"My cristall ball." Ah-you remembered. Her mom gave her a suitcase with it inside. No, you didn't take a peek when she opened it.

"I have one too! Although it's so small that I can fit it into my pant pockets."

You relished the moment her eye twitched when you said pant pocket. She could only hope that her blazer and skirt had pockets.

But instead, she asked another question. "How did you make it so small?", and her eyes were a little big. You huffed.

"Magic. Bet you wish you could do it as well."

"Curse you."

"I did, and now I'm here."

---

"Ivanovich."

"Hah? Oh, Addams, what's up?"

"Hide me."

"What-"

"Wednesday! Come here!", Enid, Wednesday's roommate called and you could hear her squeaking sneakers in the hallway.

And with using your magic, you turned the girl behind you invisible. Enid arrived right after Wednesday was turned transparent.

"Do you need something from her?", you asked politely. Enid gave you bombastic side eye as she looked around.

Maybe it's her first time seeing a witch?

"Uh, no. It's just, Wednesday had removed the coloured stickers from her side of the room. Which I put on!"

"When it's her side of the room, then she can do whatever she wants. And you should know by now that she doesn't really like colours."

"Still, she should've asked me first! I could use them for something else, you know?"

"Yeah, understandable."

"Anyways, have you seen her?"

"I can sense her soul near us, but I cannot see her, Sinclair."

"Why do you have to talk like that."

"Because we are not a body but a soul. We have a body. We are souls living in bodies."

"...o...kay...? I...I'll look somewhere else.", and with that, she dissappeared.

Wednesday started speaking. "How long will this spell last?"

You could see her again. "When the affacted person starts speaking."

She stared at you for a long time and you surpressed a chuckle.

"There's something I wanted to ask you, Wednesday. Did you also get the feeling that Enid doesn't really like me? For whatever reason?"

"She doesn't like witches because she got dumped by one. I wonder why."

"Welp, sucks when she hasn't even fully become a real werewolf. Also did you pull those stickers away because you really didn't like it or because you wanted to spite her?"

"Both."

"Haha."

---

(2.1k) "Weems said you'd be stopping by. So, what are you guys? Alto, soprano, or just loco?", Bianca said after you and Wednesday went to her choir group to maybe join.

The other kids giggled while you sighed out of your nose.

The person by the nearby piano which you noticed only now pressed a button and a tone was heard. Wednesday opened her mouth.

You heard nothing except some glass breaking.

"What was that?", Bianca asked.

"A tone only cabaki can hear, cool!", you complimented.

Wednesday allowed her mouth to lift 0.01 %.

"...and...and you, Ivanovich, what about you?"

At the siren's question, you started to sing Polina Gagarina's "Lullaby". Your voice fitted the song perfectly and you loved singing it.

After you were done, the students one by one started clapping, and in the end, everyone clapped. You were bashful, to say the least. Too bad Bianca was not having it.

"So you're one hell of a singer. Did you use some of your witch powers for that?"

Instead of wanting to punch her, you decided to bite back. "I could say the same to your 'Siren'-voice."

"Why, you little-"

"What happened here? I heard glass breaking, and then a beautiful singing voice!", Weems interrupted and you smirked at the short haired girl.

"Nothing,", she only hissed.

---

"Woah, these are some cool powers, Xavier!"

"Thanks man!"

"You guys are too loud."

"Oi, I'm just complimenting him-wanna be friends?"

"Sure, why not?"

Whoah, Xavier might be the second teenager in this school who actually respected you, the first one being Wednesday.

Wednesday was drawing what could be identified as a gilloutine, with Enid's head poking through the hole. The blade was halfway through and blood spurted out of Enid's neck. Enid herself had a terrifying expression.

If the real Enid saw this...

"Uh, n-nice work!" "You don't have to compliment me on everything, Ivanovich."

"Uh, okay!"

"How do you two know each other?"

"Our parents." "To be more detailed, our parents actually were friends and also attending this exact boarding school. And, well, they seemed to be pretty good friends. But I still don't understand this whole hyde thing, and one of our students being dead and then reappearing as if nothing happened."

That gave Xavier and Wednesday a little time to think, while you thought that you messed up the mood. again.

"Sorry for ruining the mood..."

"What? No, What you said was actually something to think over. Wednesday was there when the guy died, but him being there the day after? either someone's trying to mess with your head, or the person doesn't like you.", the artist said.

Wednesday only had another unreadable expression on her face.

"Um...can I take a picture?"

"What?"

"Of your painting- Oh! Y-yours as well, if you're okay with it, Xavier!"

"Sure thing man."

"But Enid's getting killed."

"I like the strong colours-"

"It's mostly red-"

"And the way you could draw her face in detail is so pretty-"

"She's literally screaming in agony while she's getting beheaded-"

"I don't care, Wednesday. I like your work. Now can I take a pic or not?"

"...are you okay?"

"Are you?"

"Heheh.", Xavier chuckled while Wednesday only looked at you again.

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Hey, how was that love? I wanted to make this longer because...I dunno. I just thought this could be nice to start with a sweet beginning and then the story getting darker, you know?

I will for sure do a second part!

Anyways, please write how that was and pls explain it to me again, but in more detail because I'm stupid :p

Read you in the next post!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Wanna Get Stuck Between Your Teeth

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heat, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, a little denial, flustered Kells, overwhelmed Kells, Dom being a good boy, pregnancy symptoms from hell, fingering, oral sex, misuse of a refrigerator, choking, face fucking, d/s undertones, Kells and his need for control, breath play, tripping, improper use of ice cubes, getting caught, nervous boys, coming clean, crime family togetherness, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit

All ideas helped by: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

It was an afternoon that had felt mostly like any other when a decision was taken out of the mob boss’s hands. They were trying to set up a new buy that day and everything was pissing Colson off. His pants were too tight and his stomach hurt. The fabric of his shirt was too itchy. Everything he tried to eat was completely wrong and he kept sweating so much he knew his jacket might be ruined but he had to wear it. That part of him he was trying so hard to deny was starting to show in earnest and he still wasn't comfortable spilling the truth to anyone who didn't already know. Every time he looked around his table he wasn't even sure who he could trust anymore. The news his mother was relaying from her deep throat dude was keeping him miserable and pissed. It made the omega question everything but his mate and the two men who basically lived with them. He hadn't remembered inviting Mod to stay but more often than not there he was.

“Turn the fucking air up. It's a god damn sauna in here.” He cursed to whoever would obey first.

“Boss it's freezing. You good?” One of his boys asked and Kells shot him a quick glare. Thankfully Dom still listened but the boy would do anything for him and he knew it. Including freezing his dick off. Shit.

“Never mind.” He groaned and pushed out of his chair, stalking off somewhere to find air. It was always stuffy in their basement building and while it was safe it was starting to feel gross. He made his way to the kitchen and unbuttoned his suit top and shirt before opening the refrigerator door and letting the cold air soothe him.

“Baby you good?” Dom approached his mate carefully. They'd been doing better since their last big blow out but that didn't mean he wasn't apprehensive at work. He was pretty sure the other men had figured out what they were but he wouldn't push.

“Fuck no. I'm melting, everything fucking hurts, I'm exhausted to the point of passing out on my fucking feet, and oh yeah! I can't even wear a T-shirt in LA!” Damnit! He'd meant to stay calm. He really hadn't wanted to get emotional but that was yet another thing he couldn't stop and he just wanted five minutes of peace.

Dom took a chance and stepped closer behind his lover, pressing his hands under his lover's bump. It wasn't much and they weren't very big yet but it took a little pressure off the omega's organs he hoped. “‘Ey don't mean to piss ya off. Jus’ letting ya know ‘ey ‘ere.” He hummed softly but the other man scoffed.

“As if I could forget for five seconds.”

“Ooooh, ya wanted to forget aye? Fhought ya wanted to cool down. I can ‘elp wiv forgetting.” The Alpha purred, one of his hands dipping lower on his mate's abdomen until he hit the straining buttons of his pants. His fingers made quick work of undoing them before he pushed them down and his body followed suit.

“What- Dominic, what the fuck?” Kells wasn't upset, he was just confused. They were more than in public they were at his fucking office where he was supposed to be- “Oh shit yeah- good boy. Fuck-”

Dom chuckled as he spread his lover's thighs and wound his arm around Col’s hip and between his legs before he slipped two fingers deep. He wasn't messing around for once, he knew what the other needed. He savored the feeling of Col’s cunt no matter how much he got to play. He was always hot and dripping wet and so fucking tight. “‘Ere ya go. Feel better?”

“Shut the fuck up. You'll ruin it.”

The Alpha huffed softly as he moved around his love to kneel between him and the open fridge. He didn't want to ruin his baby momma's cool but he knew how to get him off best. “Sure I should be quiet?”

“Fuck yes. Your voice is pissing me off today.” He meant it, but not in a rude way. Everything was pissing Colson off. He didn't know how the guy stayed in that crouched position flat on his feet so long but he wouldn't question magic. Not when it got him exactly what he needed.

Dom reached for Col’s hand and laid it gently on his head as his tongue flicked out over the tip of the omega's cock. “Make me.”

“Yeah? Maybe I don't hate you today.”

“Oh goody.” Dom grinned and rolled his eyes but he did take pride in what his partner said. He took even more in the look Colson gave him when he opened his mouth wide and waited to be choked like the ‘good boy' he was.

They'd been working through things Dom barely understood but it made them both feel safe and that was all that mattered. Of course Kells knew more in the bedroom, he couldn't even count how many beta girls he took to bed before they met, but Dom was mostly innocent of all that and especially the world of kinks. He knew he liked it when the older man pulled his hair and choked his breath. He loved giving up his control and Kells obviously needed it. It was mostly only with blowjobs but they were talking about someday letting the omega top. They both thought it was safer to wait for the baby to come but Dominic was happy with whatever he got.

“Mmm pretty little slut. Begging for it aren't you?” The omega cooed darkly, his hand curling around his dick as he fed the tip between plush pillow lips. Dom knew he wasn't supposed to answer but his eyes flashed red and his pupils blew. Colson didn't know how the fuck he got so lucky. An Alpha who could both fuck and take direction like the sub he seemed to need to be. Kells cursed when he hit the back of the boy's throat and the fingers inside him searched deeper. Dom had given him a moment to find his bearings but when his touch found Col’s spot he didn't let up.

The boy bobbed his head a few times, keeping the suction of his honestly obscene mouth tight. Kells might be the one with the pussy but his lover had the mouth to match. Col reached out with his free hand to hold onto the fridge door and he tried to find the perfect pace to roll his hips. The juxtaposition of the cool air and Dom's hot mouth was exactly what he needed. “Best boy. Take me so good. Relax?” He asked or demanded he wasn't sure.

Dom hummed softly and opened the back of his throat. His jaw went slack when his hair was tugged and he felt his mind drifting to that warm hazy place. He knew it was his need to be a good Alpha that made him so happy like that but he didn't mind when it made his omega so content. His own dick was throbbing, making his slacks feel as tight as his mate's. He could see the imprint on the man's inked abdomen from his waistline and hoped it wasn't fucking with their babe.

Colson's hand moved from simply pulling hair to cup the back of his boy’s head and on the next thrust forward he pressed deeper until he felt Dom's throat spasm around him. His other stayed tight on the door and distantly he noticed everything on the shelves shaking with their play. “Pussy tight. Fuck- Take it. I know you want to.” He rasped and was answered with a sharp massage of his spot. When he finally moved back the killer's eyes were red in more ways than one and dripping tears. “Choke or taste?” He panted, his legs already trembling. He could tell it took his bitch a second but Dom tapped him inside once to answer. Of course. Crazy psycho bitch. He was truly in love.

The Alpha could feel himself already near coughing and he knew he'd need his inhaler after he was done but the look of love and pleasure from his omega made everything worth it. Every pump inside him was bruising hard and he couldn't wait to feel the man cum for him. He tried to keep his lips tight, he knew the boss wouldn't want to look a mess, but drool was spilling down his chin. His arm was already dripping slick but he cupped his palm to try and keep it off Col’s pants.

“Almost- you're so fucking-” Whatever the omega was about to say was cut off when Dom's pillow pink lips hit his skin. That was the home stretch and his bitch was about to hit a home run. Veins were showing behind pale skin turning pink as the boy fought to not fight for air. Colson held him tight as the Alpha's fingers scissored inside him, his inner walls squeezing back tight. That golden coil of pleasure pulled tight in the man's belly as he bucked forward and back on his touch. When Dom's body started to struggle without his permission and his eyes blinked fast the omega broke.

Dominic stayed close until Kells all but ripped him off. He caught the last few drops of pearly white on his tongue while his arm and chest were drenched in slick. He tried to help keep his lover on his feet but he was barely alert himself so when Col’s knees buckled and he went to grab the ice box it tilted forward, spilling its contents over them both. He had just enough control to gently push the other man but Colson tripped over his pants and fell on his ass, thankfully catching himself with his hands.

Watching the Alpha catch the fridge for him felt erotic all on its own but the mess that surrounded them was more comical than it was driving him mad. When Dom tried to push it back in place the special tray they kept for whiskey round ice fell from the top shelf and hailed over his lover's head. When a few slid down inside the boy's shirt he jumped forward and fell against Col’s side. Surprisingly instead of complaining about the mess Kells couldn't help but laugh.

Dom grinned at his mate's glee and he chuckled along with him. They did look silly, he was sure, surrounded by the contents of the fridge, splayed on the floor, Colson's cock out, while the Alpha was soaking wet. At least the surprise ice had cooled his own need. “No ice play I guess?” The omega joked and Dom stuck his tongue out.

“It's different when ya know it's coming I'm sure. Why? You wanna try?” His voice was so fucked it sent a shiver down the man's spine.

Col's eyes went wide as he watched Dom pick up a ball of ice off his chest and pop it between his lips. He swallowed hard at the sight of his jaw working before the killer spit it out and held it between his thumb and pointer finger. He shivered when it was set against the tip of his now soft spent dick and his lover traced it down his shaft, over his balls, before it disappeared from view. He felt the cool air before the actual ice was slipping inside his cunt, followed close by his lover's middle finger. “Fuck-”

“Tha' should ‘elp ya cool down.” Dom purred with his choke shot voice as he kissed and licked over Colson's tattooed chest.

“N-not really?” The man tried to quip but his Alpha just smirked against his skin before flicking his tongue over his sensitive nipple.

Dom kept his mouth soft and his touch hard, his finger fucking the ice deep inside until all he felt around him was water. Colson growled when he pulled out but he cupped his palm there and waited. Crimson eyes met gold and the psycho demanded- “Push.”

“Oh-” Kells didn't know what sound escaped him but it was definitely high pitch and not his normal. He tried to gently do as he was told and even though he knew the bastard's plan, it was obvious, it was still shocking to watch Dom sip from his own palm whatever mix of water and slick he'd been given. “S-so ice play?”

“Mmm, fink so.” When the boy smiled at him it felt more like the lion grinning at the lamb but Colson wasn't normally anything so soft.

“Do you need me to…” The omega trailed off, looking down at Dom's lap with longing eyes.

“Nah, I'm waiting till I can be inside yas.” It was so simple and sweet but it made Col’s cock jerk.

“Maybe we should go home early? Rook can do the buy.” Shit any of his men could. Maybe he had been putting too much pressure on himself lately. Especially since he knew it bothered the boy to be here so often.

Eventually they got themselves up and straightened the room but as they made it back to the office it was insanely obvious they'd been up to something. When Kells settled at the head of the table and glanced around at his boys they all kept their eyes averted. He wouldn't stand for disrespect no matter what it was over. “The fuck crawled up your asses? Did someone fuck something up while I was gone for five minutes?” It had been an hour at least altogether but still.

Mod cleared his throat and Col looked to him to watch the beta tug at his own shirt and when the omega looked down at himself he cursed. Dom had buttoned his top but not his suit jacket. He hadn't even fucking thought. Shit. He hadn't bothered with it before he started showing, he needed access to his holster so he hadn't even thought twice. It wasn't a habit yet. He'd been denying his child this whole time besides quiet moments with his mate. He didn't want everyone knowing because he damn well knew he'd lose their respect. His gaze flicked to his lover in the corner who was finally taking his inhaler. This wasn't something the Alpha could protect him from and he probably wouldn't let him anyway.

He stood on shaking legs and tried to keep his breathing even as he slipped off his jacket and draped it on the table in front of him. He crossed his arms over the swell of his stomach and glared daggers at his men. “I'm not going to apologize for lying to all of you for so long. You know what the fuck it's like in our world. I couldn't have gotten where I am without it. I'd hope though knowing how I met you all and what the hell we do here that I can trust you. To me you're family and shit… it's just getting a little bigger. Travis knew. He knew from day one and he still set me up to take over. If you can't respect me I hope you can respect him. Are we good?” He tried to swallow the lump in his throat but tears burned his eyes that he had to fight back. He would not pussy out in front of them. Later. When he was safe in Dom's arms at home. Maybe.

“Uh boss?” Dub was the first to speak up, he was normally the calm and collected one. “We know you're an omega, I think some of us are just a little shocked you were fucking your mate where we eat.”

Colson could have predicted a world of reactions but that wasn't one and it definitely wasn't that the rest would burst out laughing at his shocked face. Mod just shrugged and shook his head but Rook eventually caught his breath enough to speak. “I mean I didn't know Travis but all these old timers did. I only figured you out a few months back. Sorry boss but you're kind of obvious.” And off he went again on his fit.

Dub pushed himself up to stand and walked over to put his arm around the omega's shoulders. Dom made a face at another man touching what was his but he tried to ignore it. “Colson man, I was there when Travis found you. A lot of us were. I've known since day one but I figured it was your choice how to live. I follow you because I respect the fuck out of what you do and I probably respect it more because of what you are. I know you fought tooth and nail to get here.” He sighed as he looked between Col's baby bump and the man who put it there. “We didn't want to fuck up your progress by acting like we knew shit. I'm glad you found someone who'll put up with your controlling ass. Good on you brother.” He nodded to Dom who tried to smile back.

Kells felt adrift as his friend walked away after patting his back. He was lost in a wave of confusion. He locked eyes with his mother as he sat back down and she gave him a gentle loving smile. “I told you. You should have known they'd accept you. Besides, they already follow an omega.” She teased with a playful wink and the boys laughed again.

“So you fucks all just… let me lie? I look like a douchebag!” He huffed.

“No boss, we get the need. It's not like everyone knew and some people probably wouldn't be so chill.” They all knew Rook meant Megan. She hadn't come in for weeks since she took her special assignment. She claimed deep cover but Colson knew she was trying to win over other people. She didn't know the guy was Collette's old friend. “You look like a douchebag but not because you lied about being an Alpha. You just look like one cause of those fucking glasses.”

Colson couldn't help but share a chuckle at that. He hadn't even worn a pair because he'd woken up with a headache. The child he was still scared of admitting existed was slowly taking away all his armor. “So we're good? Besides you all being raging assholes?”

“No problem to have. You're scary as fuck either way.” Rook held up his hands as if in surrender and Col rolled his eyes at the kid’s antics. He was the youngest recruit and newest besides Dom and Tom but he fit right in.

“Damn straight. We'll try not to fuck in the kitchen.” Kells acquiesced. He hadn't meant to let it go so far.

“I think we need a whole new fridge. I can't look at it the same. How am I supposed to eat my sandwich when I know it might have touched your ass?” Rook teased and Kells realized at least one of them must have actually seen them instead of just heard through the walls. He wouldn't feel ashamed though. He refused.

“Peeping fucking Tom.” He joked instead which of course got the other omega involved.

“Fuck you. I resent my name being used as an insult for such a creepy little voyeur. If he wants to watch he should just live with you. Can't go a week without catching you somewhere bodily fluids shouldn't be.” Tom grumbled and finally Dom started to relax.

“Not a voyeur, you two are the kinky fucks who probably wanted to get caught. Shaggy would be ashamed.” Rook shot back and Colson was surprised the boy even knew such an old reference. He was even more shocked when his mate joined in.

“Wasn't me.” Dom shrugged with an innocent face. Everyone seemed surprised to hear him talk but they all laughed until the faux Bambi look broke and the Alpha cracked a grin. “Besides we stayed off the counter mostly. I ain't no hea’ven.” The way he could never pronounce his ‘th’s always made Colson's belly flip but it just made him giggle harder.

“Tell that to our kid you just gave a fucking brain freeze.” The way it slipped out so easily made them both stop and share a look. It terrified Kells but he wanted to test being better about it.

“Holy shit TMI! I didn't stay and watch you sick fucks!” Rook threw a wadded up piece of paper in their direction that Dom easily caught and tossed back, hitting the other boy in the face. “Does that mean we can finally talk about the kid? It's been driving me nuts dude! I'm excited for a little one around here. Finally someone younger than me! No one can call me ‘kid’ or ‘baby face’ with a baby in the family.”

“We don't call you that cause you're the youngest. You just act like a little shit.” Dub teased, patting the guy on the back a bit too hard. They all always roughhoused. How had Kells not noticed they were being careful with him?

He gave his mate a look and Dom took his seat next to him, their hands finding each other under the table. He didn't know how to explain to them he was still adjusting to being a parent when they were all so excited so he just kept quiet as they joked between each other over who should get their names passed down. Absolutely not but he wouldn't ruin their fun. Not when they finally felt like a family again. “Wanna go ‘ome still?” Dom asked softly, squeezing his palm.

“Nah, not yet. Maybe we can order in and head out after? If you're good?” The omega made sure to ask, he didn't want to torture his mate.

“I'm good. If I ain't we'll jus' use the bafroom next time.” The Alpha winked.

“Hey Dom! Do you guys actually eat beans on toast over there? I'm trying to win a bet.” Rook called over and neither man knew how the conversation had made it to that point but Colson was just happy to see his lover finally included. With all the camaraderie he could almost ignore his nausea at the thought or anything else that had been pissing him off all day. The heat didn't feel so bad and his shirt wasn't so uncomfortable without the jacket on top. The swell of his stomach somehow didn't bother him, not even when Dom rested their twined hands against it.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

I'm a little dead so I hope the smut came out alright. Sometimes my brain says everything sucks. I hope you all enjoyed the boys finding out 🤭 of course everyone already knew. Hope you're still having fun with this cause I sure am 🩸🖤

[themonotonysyndrome]

Omg I just had this idea in mind:

What if Desmond posts an audio in which Castin n the baroness announce they are expecting a baby and we can hear everyone’s reaction to it ?

Like it could be at a meeting/party whatever and we get to hear cupcakes pov,prince Renae,king Rhett and so on

I don’t know if this sounds stupid I just woke up 🙂

Good morning, Anon~ Hope you had a good rest!

Ooooh, I hope that will happen in Castin's Part 2 or 3 of Chapter 5!!! Like Anri said: "This is sooo exciting!"

I wanna hear Rhett awkwardly yet genuinely happy for his best friend and his wife. I also wanna know how the Queen Ascendant would react; the other characters would have to do for her since she's also a Listener, but ya know.

I want Castin's men to also react and I hope it's not all negative from them. I wanna hear Lilia and Reyes extend their congratulations too!

[the-fiction-witch]

Visitor

Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n Winn Rating - Sweet Word Count - 548

I sat in the office as the sun began to set on the horizon, Bill was of god knows where as usual, most of the town ladies heading to bed or the bar for a nightcap. I sat with my boots on the dusty wooden floor, slightly moving on the chair behind the sheriff's desk. My magazine in hand as I read, and a loose bullet in my hand rolling it between my fingers. I heard footsteps approach the office and I perked up as the door opened. 

I looked over to the door and I couldn't hold back my smile as Y/n my sweet wife came in wearing her boots, her long brown skirt, her white blouse, and her hair pulled back into a bun. On her hip, Baby Winston our adorable son wearing his little trousers and tiny suspenders with his messy mop of blonde hair much like my own. 

"You have a visitor," she giggled, "Somebody wanted to come to see Daddy before bedtime," She smiled bouncing him on her hip, 

I got up putting my magazine and the little bullet down, "Well I can't say no to my little man," I chuckled coming around and taking Winston from her giving him a cuddle and a kiss as I sat him on the desk giving him a trickle, he laughed and squirmed, 

"You know what he's like he will not even consider getting ready for bed until he comes to say goodnight," She laughed, 

I chuckled, "Well by all means my little boy's got to come to say goodnight, daddy has to say goodnight to little Winston here," I smiled, "You alright?"

"Tired, he's been chasing the chickens around the yard again,"

"Silly boy," I chuckled, 

"A very silly boy, sometimes I am convinced he's going to grow up just like his father,"

"Ooooh? future lil deputy Winston Winn,"

"We can only hope,"

"I'm sure of it, but ya need to get yourself to bed little man you've been runnin' you're mommy ragged," I explained, "Go on then get your little butt to bed Winston," I told him,

"He needs a good sleep I think," she said, "He'll be up at midnight for a feeding anyway,"

"I'll feed him if ya want I'll be home around then?"

 "Out of formula,"

"Ahhh... then no I can't." I chuckled, "Sorry little man, but daddy can't feed ya tonight, daddy lacks mommies equipment," I smiled, "How about once little Winstons gone to bed ya think maybe... mommy could come and spend some time with daddy as he's been locked up in the office all day?"

"Once he's been put to sleep," she smiled,

"Yes!" I smiled, 

"Alright come on then little man," she smiled, "Say bye-bye,"

"Aww Bye bye Winston, sleep tight little man," I smiled giving him a few kisses before I handed him back to Y/n, 

"Say bye bye daddy," She smiled and he waved his little chubby hand to me, "Night night,"

"night night Winston," I smiled waving back to him,

"I'll put him to bed and come back once he's settled," she smiled,

"I look forward to it," We shared a quick kiss on the lips and she headed off out with Winston him waving as he left so I waved back and happily leaned on the desk to wait for her to come back for a cuddle. 

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin]

Smile Needles Part 1

Warning this is a very gory story :)

Also I'm shit at writing, so it may be hard to follow

[this is what a character is thinking]

(this is what a character is doing/looks like in the moment)

{this is a sound}

~and this is my dumb ass narrating~

This is PizzaHead. This is Pizzano. This is Liz. This is Mt. This is REDACTED INFO.

And now the story begins!

~it was a calm summer night in the tower, all was well and peaceful.

The PizzaHead family where all chilling in there house,Pizzano was cooking spaghetti for dinner, Mt was off in his room, and PizzaHead and Liz where watching TV together.

now lets see what will happen next~

{Ding Dong}

Hm? (He looked over at the door confused) Hey Liz can you go see who's at the door for me?

Ya, I can do that! (She stands up walking over to the door, when she opens the door she finds a small box on the porch)

Well, what is it kiddo?

It's a package! (She turns the box over and reads the label) it's for me! But it doesn't say who sent it....

Well have fun with that (he stand up stretching) I got to go do something (he walks off, leaving the show unpaused)

[i wonder what I could be....]

(She opens the package, reaching her hand in she gets picked with something sharp)

OW! WTF? (she pulls her paw out, a small needle sticking out of her palm) what the?

(A sudden wave of euphoria washes over her)

He, hehehehhe HAHHAHAHAH (she pulls the needle out of her palm, then looking inside the package she finds a knife with a note reding- you know what to do kitty - she picked up the knife walking off the whare PizzaHead went)

(he's seen picking some books off the ground)

(she leaps onto PizzaHead back,clinging on tightly)

WOW, oh hey kiddo what have we said about pouncing me like that?

Nighty night! (She slices his head clean off, than jumping off his back she lets the body softly fall to the ground)

Wait wha-

(the blood from the body starts to soak her feet) Ugh, I'll have to clean that up later, but first we need to deal with other dad :)

(she walks into the kitchen standing behind Pizzano)

(he was stirring a pot of noodles, he turns around to see Liz covered in blood)

Liz, What the fuck happen to you? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?

I'm fine dad! I just need wash of my paws! Now you get back to cooking...

Ok, but are you shure your alright?

I'm shure! Just go back to cooking

(he turns back to the pot, now having worried disposition to the way he moves)

(she quietly climbs into the counter beside Pizzano)

(he looks over for a slit second) what are you do-

(she shoves his head into the boiling pot of pasta, slowly burning of his face in the water)

(he gets to push back but somehow can't under Liz's pressure)

(she pushed down harder and harder)

(he continues to struggle against her,until he goes limp)

(she lifts her hand, leaving Pizzanos head in the pot) there we go! He was surprisingly easy to deal with.... Now where's my broth-

Liz! What the fuck is going on? (He grabs a knife, then redys himself for battle)

Perfect timing! (She leaps off the counter, aiming for her brother with the knife in her hands)

(he leaps to the side nipping Liz's ear with his knife)

Ooooh, playing dirty are we? (She slashed at him, nipping his hand that had the knife causing him to drop it)

FUCK (he hold his hand in his other hand, puting pressure on the cut)

Not so high and mighty now brother! (She pushes his into the wall)

AGK (he slumps against the wall, picking back up the knife and hiding it behind his back)

(she sets her foot on his chest) now how do you wanna go out? Bleeding to death? Decapitation? Or mayb-

(he slashes at her eye causing her to fall back)

AH, WHY YOU LITTLE (she looks back to see he's disappeared)

huh, smart move brother, to use your shadows to get away! I'll get you though, you won't be safe for long....

(She leans on the counter, breathing heavily)

End of part 1

@random-obsseser, @keylimepizzapie hope y'all enjoyed my little fic about my Smile needles au!

Art will be coming soon!

[royalarmyofoz]

OOOOH CHARACTER ASK TIME! okay okay okay. hm. Barbara Howard, Wickie Roy, and Patty O'Connor. love ya, hope this distracts 💜

-- @the-frankenman-writes

Barbara:

favorite thing about them: how she commands a room and attention

least favorite thing about them: the shame she feels around those church ladies

favorite line: SWEET BABY JESUS AND THE GROWN ONE TOO!

brOTP: jacob

OTP: honestly, it's ava these days

nOTP: i kinda ship her with everyone too

random headcanon: can't think of anything atm

unpopular opinion: i don't have one

song i associate with them: don't judge me - janelle monae

favorite picture of them: that smile she does at the end of "not a weird thing about her"

Wickie:

favorite thing about them: i got lots but im gonna go with her riff rolodex

least favorite thing about them: idk she's kinda perfect

favorite line: "it was a pastiche of the jim carrey oeuvre."

brOTP: scott

OTP: dawn

nOTP: idk lutz?

random headcanon: her and dawn fucked after jingle ball 2001 and 2021

unpopular opinion: i don't care about her and the lunch lord:(

song i associate with them: bpe(BIG PUSSY ENERGY!)

favorite picture of them: the photoshoot when she's trying to figure out how to center herself in a group of 4

Patty:

favorite thing about them: her loyalty to allison

least favorite thing about them: not standing up for herself (i know she gets better at it but i had to pick something i guess)

favorite line: "if this is you broken, stay broken." like that's the most romantic thing ive ever heard

brOTP: its not that kinda show. im not even gonna say her brother

OTP: allison

nOTP: that dude she dated at first, i forget his name

random headcanon: allison is a decent ice skater and takes patty to the rink on her birthday the following year and patty has a good time for once (basically this fic by @thegirl20)

unpopular opinion: its probably not unpopular but i love when she dresses trashy

song i associate with them: bitter - fletcher

favorite picture of them: anytime she's standing on her porch smoking<3