#i know i'm not meek

[eimearkuopio]

Reading House of Leaves was one of the most reassuring experiences of my life, because for the first time it turned out the hidden messages I kept finding were actually real because Mark Z. Danielewski really did say fuck buttons.

I mean I can't guarantee EVERYTHING I find is real but it's not ALL the mental illness.

[gooch-cancer]

Steven Meeks x (GN!) Piano Player! Reader

In which: You are a church pianist for the Welton church whose gentle melodies caught the attention of Steven Meeks

A/N: I have no plan for this so we're rolling with it. If you've read this far, I love you so much. I hope the new style of paragraph breaks will make this easier to read. Also I really hope this story appeals to a large demographic especially my fellow y/n haters. Oh also I'm sorry if in this fic there are inaccuracies in christianity i'm jewish so the majority of the references, scenes, songs, etc. are strictly from google and christian sites. Prev chap here!:

Chapter 4:

Charlie widened his eyes in shock at what Meeks blurted out, the cave silent as you could see in real time the boys considering what he said. Neil nodded, "I mean...to me that sounds like a great idea Meeks,"

Steven brightened up slightly he smiled at Neil, "Really?"

He shrugged, "Yeah I think it's great idea,"

Charlie waved his hands while shaking his head, "No no no you don't wanna scare them off. There was a lot of passion in that poem and while it's good, you just don't know them like that,"

Knox leaned forward to look at Charlie while adding, "I did that with Chris and it worked!"

Charlie scoffed, "Chris has a boyfriend and you went to her school and embarrassed her, you're lucky she even let you crawl out alive,"

Knox's jaw dropped in offense, "What the hell is that supposed to-"

Pitts interrupted, "Guys! This is about Meeks not Knox's questionable way of flirting..."

Steven shot Pitts a small smile, Cameron just shook his head, "I think the whole thing is very risky...how're you even gonna be able to give it to them?"

Steven's smile grew as he responded, "I'll give it to them after chapel on Sunday!" he looked rather proud of himself at that.

Cameron scoffed, "I mean yeah but after Wednesday you don't think you're on thin ice with Mr.Nolan?"

Meeks laughed, "I think they're worth it," Cameron shook his head and rolled his eyes.

Charlie looked over at Meeks in surprise, "You're getting ballsy...I like it! Let's do it," Meeks turned back to Charlie, excitement etched on his face, "You really think so?"

Charlie nodded and Neil butted in, "Yeah I think it'll be good for you,"

Meeks looked at his friends in the cave, their eyes on him as interest and happiness for their friend was apparent in their faces. He felt their support, their love. If it weren't for them, he don't know where he'd been. He felt the nervousness in the pit of his stomach disappear as he began to fantasize about his interaction with you when giving you the poem.

Suddenly he had another idea, "Should I give them something with it?"

Knox shook his head, "You don't want to come off as desperate,"

Neil scoffed, "It's not desperate, it's romantic. Pianists are typically hopeless romantics," Knox chuckled, "How many pianists you know Neil?"

Neil frowned for a second in thought, "Uhhh one," Knox turned back to Meeks jutting a thumb toward him, "See don't take advice from this theater kid,"

Neil laughed, "I'll have you know, Puck is a very respected role," Knox snorted and rolled his eyes,

"Yeah, yeah," he smiled, "But anyway, you're meeting them in secret anyway, it'd be too obvious if you walked in with a bouquet in hand,"

Meeks nodded, "Yeah I can see where you're coming from,"

It was then the conversation for this topic died, Charlie distracting them with something absolutely idiotic that made them laugh. The meeting went just like that, the food gone, the poets all had their turns, and they were ready to turn in for the night. As they walked through the forest, his jacket being slightly itchy from the crumbs, he began to wonder about you. What were you doing right now? Probably sleeping, or maybe cozy on the grand piano in your house. Practicing a piece for tomorrow or school. He wondered what school you went to. Maybe it was the public school, maybe you knew Chris. He sighed deeply, a white puff of air coming out of his mouth as he breathed out.

The next morning, there it was. The day of the big show. The poem folded in his pants pocket as the boys sat around the table eating their eggs and toast. Knox leaned forward turning his head in Steven's direction, "How you feeling Meeks?" he questioned smiling with his mouth filled with toast. Steven sighed shakily, "I feel like I'm about to keel over,"

Charlie laughed at that, "It'll be fine! I think they're into you too anyway," Steven looked at Charlie, his eyes wide with hope, "You think so?"

Charlie nodded and took a bite of his food, "I know so," he said matter-of-factly. Steven smiled and looked at the clock. Only five more minutes. Five more minutes until he got to see your beautiful face again. He began to eat faster, eying Mr.Nolan to see when he'd stand up. Two more minutes now, and Mr.Nolan's not a man known to be late. As Steven was finishing out his toast Mr.Nolan stood and gestured for the cafeteria to be silent. They were almost immediately. Mr.Nolan cleared his throat, a habit that he was known to do before speaking, "Gentlemen, now is the time to make your way toward the chapel," The cafeteria was abuzz, boys throwing away their leftovers, making their way out of the building. Steven felt a lump in his throat, his anxiety making him nauseous.

This was going to work, he told himself, they might not fall for me but at least I'll finally get my feelings out there. He walked up the steps and into the building, sitting on the end of the pew in the front row with the rest of his friends. He had his hands in his pocket, gripping the poem with a life force that seemed impossible for a boy of his size and stature. Mr.Nolan finally walked in, with you beside him. Steven stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest. It was like every single time he saw you, you just got more and more ethereal. As always you sat behind the piano and looked at Mr.Nolan for your cue, the old man coughed for a second, "Gentlemen, turn your books to page 556 'Be Thou My Vision'," You began to play and Steven felt as if he'd been lifted off of the pew.

Without even trying you'd charmed him and he was absolutely smitten with you. His confidence grew and he started singing louder and louder, the song eventually fizzled out but he still had a confident smile on his face. He repeated the mantra in his mind that you'll like the poem, you seem like an artsy person, you'll love it. He studied you while Mr.Nolan spoke, only averting his eyes when you looked back at him. You looked at Steven for a second with a raised eyebrow before turning back to your piano. Steven waited anxiously for the sermon to be over. He did his best to control his breathing and calm down. Pitts, who was sitting beside him, noticed his friends anxious behavior and patted him on the shoulder.

Steven turned his head and gave a grateful smile to Pitts before turning back to you. You intertwined your fingers pushing them away from you until the joints cracked with a satisfying pop. Soon enough Mr.Nolan finished off the sermon with another song, your beautiful playing accompanied his tenor voice. As the boys piled out of the chapel, Steven stayed behind as he did every time.

You rushed toward him, "Steven I'm very sorry but I can't stay to chat,"

Steven looked at you in shock, his mind rushed for a quick response, "W-wait,"

You walked rather quickly down the aisle before turning back, "I'm sorry-"

Steven ran after you, "No! Please!" he dug his hands in his pockets, trying to search for the paper.

"No I can't-" You stopped when you saw the paper in his hand, "What is that?"

Steven looked at you, his eyes pleading, "You don't have to read it in front of me, just please, take it,"

You slowly reached your hand out to the paper, as if it would burn you. Your eyes never left his as you studied the desperation on his face. You pocketed it and said in a whisper, "I promise you that we can talk on Wednesday,"

Steven opened his mouth to respond but you ran out of the chapel, disappearing into the serene landscape.

[bright-molina]

IM BEGGING YOU 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾- CHAD DATING FLUFF PLEASE

a/n HI i think this ended up more as hurt/comfort than fluff so feel free to send this again and i'll make it real fluff next time sdfsdfjh (i want him to hold me so bad) ((this is also terribly unedited i'm so sorry))

sweet nothing

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

synopsis chad knows you inside and out and knows exactly how to help you when you need it most

warnings maybe only slightly suggestive? idk i mean they're dating and he's in love he can't help it

The soft, rhythmic knocking at your door brought you out of your self induced trance with a start. You knew who it was, of course you did. There was only one person who did that. The only problem was you were currently in the process of avoiding him.

There wasn’t a particular reason you weren’t talking to Chad. You’d been busy was all and the morning turned into the afternoon and then the night and then two nights before you knew it and now it was just weird.

He was persistent though, you’d give him that. Above all else though, Chad simply knew you. Better than he knew himself or anyone else. He knew every single part of you, everything that made you you, inside and out. It was how he knew that the world had gotten away from you again. The only question left was why.

You didn’t say anything at all when Chad walked in, gently shutting the door behind. The only acknowledgement you gave him was the soft flash of a smile before you went back to the video you’d been watching before his appearance.

A pout formed on Chad’s face when he saw you. Something was up. And he was determined to get to the bottom of it. “Hi sweetheart.”

That caught your attention. Your eyes shifted to him again and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew he had you in the palm of his hand already. Before you knew it he was leaning over you, supporting himself on one arm as he looked into your eyes after pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Chad couldn’t help but watch the way your eyes flashed back and forth. He let you stare at him for as long as you wanted, knowing you were satisfied when you finally looked him in the eyes again and whispered a soft “Hi.”

“Good girl,” The praise slipped past his lips and he leaned down to kiss you for real this time. He moved deliberately slow, taking his time as he savored the feeling of you for the first time in days. He drank in the sight of you one last time before looking at you again. “How’re you feeling?”

“‘M fine.”

You were lying. You knew he could tell. Maybe it was the stress of the last few days. Maybe it was the intensity with which Chad was looking at you. Or maybe you had just really missed him. Either way, you had no hesitation whatsoever listening to him when he told you to sit up.

“Come on,” He took your hands and pulled you out of your bed, setting them on his chest before sliding his own down to snake around your waist to support you. He gave you a once over, taking in every detail of yours for several moments. The clothes you’d worn to classes earlier. The creases in them from laying for so long. The slow blinking of your eyes as you fidgeted while waiting for him to say something. He kissed you again, a silent reassurance that he was right there. “You wanna tell me what’s stressing you out?”

You thought and Chad waited. He waited until he saw the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes and you looked down to avoid seeing the way he pouted and looked at you with that concerned look. Then you felt his hands on your cheeks. His thumbs wiped away the tears that had fallen and he held you like that for a moment, waiting again.

“I -” Your voice cracked and he shushed you gently, touching his forehead to yours in an attempt to ease you a little bit more. The movements you made were involuntary. You scrunched the fabric of his sweater in your hands to ground yourself, needing to physically feel him there beside you. After a few more moments it worked. “I don’t know. Everything?”

He hugged you. Tightly. Every now and then he’d kiss the top of your head or squeeze you a little harder but he didn’t let up until he felt the tension release from your body. That was when he spoke again. “Can I try helping you out a little, sweetheart?”

For a moment you forgot how to speak. All you could think about was how much you loved having Chad there. How for the first time in days you knew you wouldn’t have to sit alone with your own thoughts. And then you finally nodded.

Not a second later Chad was unwinding his body from yours and tugging at the hem of your shirt. You watched him carefully, not fully processing a single word that he was saying. His movements were slow, gentle as he undressed you, stopping every now and then to kiss any part of you he could reach.

Your eyes stayed on him as he took off the sweater he was wearing, slipping it over your head instead. “Better?” The only answer you gave him was a quiet hum and a small nod. “Good. Now come here.”

Chad sat down in the spot you’d been laying in moments before and pulled you into his lap in a single swift movement. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hands started running up and down your sides, almost immediately hitching the sweater around your waist. You shivered as his hands wandered. Up your back to your shoulders. Back down your sides. Across your thighs.

It wasn’t until he leaned forward, pressing languid kisses across your jaw and down your neck, that you let out a content, finally relaxed sigh.

“There you go,” You could feel Chad’s smile on your skin. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”

His hands left your bare skin and suddenly you felt cold without them. Your own movements were almost instinctual as you wrapped one of your arm around his shoulders, pulling yourself closer to him, and used the other one to lead one of his hands back to you.

“What is it?” He tried his hardest to hold back a smile. You looked lovesick. You were lovesick. He was satisfied with that fact alone. He grew even more satisfied when you mumbled in protest and he watched as your face flushed and you buried your head in his shoulder. He wasn’t having it. “Look at me.”

Everything else you’d felt, every worry and fear and intrusive thought in your mind, went away the second Chad’s free hand moved to the base of your throat. His hold wasn’t tight by any means, just enough pressure to get you to meet his eyes again, but it still made you gasp a little bit.

“Hey,” He lost all the thoughts in his head when he looked at you. At the way your eyes were wide and glinting and at how at peace you looked. Worlds different than when he’d found you. “You’re so pretty you know that?” He couldn’t help himself. He pulled you forward with the hold he still had on you and smiled against your lips as he kissed you, a little deeper this time. “Pretty girl.”

“I love you.” You hadn’t even thought about saying the words, they’d escaped you outside of your own volition. All you knew was that right there, sitting on Chad’s lap with him holding you close, you felt okay again. And that was enough. So you said it again hoping he could read between the lines of what you were thinking. “I love you.”

“I know,” Chad smiled and dropped his hand, returning it to its original place on your bare skin underneath his sweater. “I love you too.”

He fell backwards on the bed then, pulling you down with him as easily as he had before. He stayed there with you, holding you and whispering little affirmations in your ear, for minutes and then hours, until you’d drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Once you were finally out he tightened his arms around you once, positive that this right here was the best feeling he’d ever experienced, before drifting off after you.

[nostalgia-tblr]

the multishipper curse is that sometimes you'll look at a fic and want to ask "and why did you pick THIS pairing for this story? what was your reasoning?" but you know the answer is just that if you only have one pairing you need to fit them into every idea you have no matter what.

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

i've headcanoned Rouge as a transgender woman for a while, and today, i had a thought that it would be really sweet if Noel's current outfit used to be hers before she transitioned...

[pettyoddity]

miku time!!

[thiamblogger]

inbox me dps related questions, please?! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

[krikeymate]

Fictober 2023: Day 27: “I don’t know if they will accept this.” - Betrayal. Sad and Sexy. Featuring Chad POV. Fandom: Scream Rating: T Warnings: Suggestive content.

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“I don’t know if they will accept this.”

The phrase escapes Chad’s mouth in a breathy tone. Despite his words, he makes no move to distance himself, lips hovering over hers.

Sam smirks up at him, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in.

“Who cares what they think? Haven’t we suffered enough?”

He finds himself captivated by Sam’s mouth as it moulds to a pout. Her fingers creep up to pull at his hair, a shiver running down his spine at the delightful sensation.

“Don’t we deserve to be happy?” she whispers, placing a kiss on his cheek, so close and yet so far from where he needs her to be.

Chad wets his lips, body thrumming.

“I guess you can’t choose who you fall in love with,” he sighs as Sam’s fingers scratch along his neck. “They’ll understand… eventually.”

He tilts his head to finally take her breath away, as she does his.

This has been a long time coming, he thinks. Two years of shared glances over Tara’s head, a silent secret language the two of them share.

He loves Tara, he does. They both do. But… Sam…

They’re like magnets, drawn to one another. The attraction is undeniable, a strong pull that can’t be resisted.

This will hurt Tara, no doubt. But she’ll get over the betrayal, she’ll forgive them. She’d forgive Sam anything, and Chad, well… when she sees how happy he makes her sister, she’ll have no choice.

It’s not like they were soulmates. They were just two people who were hurting, who were there for each other at the right time.

She still whispers Amber’s name in the night, longing for another.

Just like him.

He cups the back of Sam’s head and deepens the kiss, euphoric at the heavenly moan that escapes her.

It’s not close enough, he needs to be closer. He feels it burning him from the inside out, this desire, this need. Like a craving he can’t fulfil.

He slips an arm around her to cup her ass and pull her body into his, but to his confusion, it only makes her pull away.

“Do you want something?” she purrs, smirk upon her face and hands on his shoulders.

Chad nods mutely, stunned.

He thinks he’d let her kill him right now if she wanted to. If the last thing he saw was her above him, it would be the perfect end.

She shoves him back.

He falls backwards onto the bed with a grunt, air pushed from his lungs.

It becomes impossible to regain his breath as Sam begins to crawl on top of him. He’s never seen anything more divine.

She draws a finger down his chest, lower and lower.

Biting his lip, he has to look away, it’s all too much, too overwhelming.

He feels like a volcano about to blow.

His heart stutters for a moment as he notices the sheets below him.

A constellation.

This is… Tara’s bed?

He frowns, that doesn’t-

A gloved hand grips his chin, turning his head forward again.

His eyes widen in fear as it meets a familiar mask above him, robes flowing around him.

“Where do you want me, stud?” Ghostface asks, laughter in their modulated voice.

A knife slices down.

He raises his arms, eyes slamming shut.

The world goes dark, and the laughter disappears with it.

When he opens his eyes again, the weight on his body is gone, and he’s panting up at the glow in the dark stars scattered across the ceiling.

Chad snaps his head to the side at the sound of shuffling beside him.

Tara. It’s just Tara, fast asleep, a toy rabbit in her arms.

His body relaxes in an instant, as it always does when his girlfriend’s around.

He only has a brief moment of relaxation before the remnants of his dream trickle back into his memory, shoulders hunching in disgust at the thought of- of-

He can’t.

His body twitches, spiking anxiety through him.

With horror in his heart, his gaze slips down the sheets.

Oh god.

Maybe he should be going back to therapy.

[lesbiancharliedalton]

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[lagaans]

i love when women in bollywood movies call out their shit husbands and then get the deserved apology

[moinsbienquekaworu]

I'm sorry I'm going to be insane for a second, avert your eyes

[giolovesyousm]

hei look at what I made instead of studying

[hemaris]

sometimes skirting the line between introverted and extroverted is sooo unfun and unsexy. i wanna go out and be in my party bitch era but i don't KNOW PEOPLEEE and if i did know people i'd just be standing around them like 🧍

[mo-ok]

the fucking konjac

[peralton]

charlie is the okokok and neil is the lalala.

cameron is the okokok and todd is the lalala.

meeks is the okokok and pitts is the lalala.

chet is the okokok and chris is the lalala.

ginny is a lalala, too.

[magpieinthemorning]

(I left out the stupid joke)