#i love my dramatic gay son

[let-roman-bite-someone]

overlooked scenes in sanders sides episodes that i really like pt. 16

i know we all praise logan’s growth and him helping thomas with his mental health, but can we talk about roman also providing actually good advice?

[swag-book-queen]

This is peak Regulus Black behavior........ God, I love my dramatic gay son.

[afmis]

I remember how back in good old 2021 I’d gasp like a victorian middle aged woman at seeing a lady’s exposed ankles /neg at like any form of c!beeduo or beeduo in general being affectionate. Like it could be fanart of c!ranboo like touching c!tubbo’s shoulder or something and I’d be like YOU SINNER ‼️. (Obv I was respecting boundaries bc cc shipping is rlly gross if you do that BEGONE but) It was so funny and mildly concerning looking back how like uptight everyone was abt enforcing the whole platonic. And anyways. Point is I was a huge “platonic anything beeduo” enforcer but now I’m like C!BEEDUO GAY KISS GRAHHHHH 👹 which I think is an improvement. They should’ve been homosexual from the start

[child-of-the-danube]

Agatha All Along in general but especially Agatha and Rio are so fucking special to me and I cannot be normal about this...

We are finally not being queer-baited. Whether they seal it with a kiss or a flashback scene or a happy ending it doesn't matter. We have confirmation that those two women were and still are deeply in love.

It's two mature women. No weird age gap, no mentor-pupil dynamic, no disproportionate power play. I find coming out and setting into your queerness stories incredibly important but it is so refreshing to see a story where the discovery and accepting that you're queer isn't the focal point. They just are who they are and neither them nor the people around them had a big dramatic reaction to it like it's something strange or unexpected. They just ARE and my god is that beautiful to witness ❤️

Their softness, connection and care for eachother is so heartbreaking. Agatha smiling and leaning into Rio when talking about her scar cause Rio already knows, Agatha melting just by having her hair played with, Rio refusing the kiss cause that would be taking advantage of Agatha's weak moment, making sure she knows that Teen isn't her son, Rio regretting what she had to do for centuries. I am losing my mind over here

The whole cast is mature women (well, + Joe haha) which again, refreshing as hell to see. And I love how the focus isn't just completely on Agatha. We get constant glimpses into everyone. Jen saved the day twice already. Alice had her beautiful moment in e4, Teen is basically their spirit guide with his spell book. Adore that lil funky boy Agatha technically kidnapped but whom she very obviously cares for more than she would like to. Lilia is my favourite of this new found coven family. Her and Agatha are the oldest and have seen the most and suffered through so much. I think that's why she softened up to Agatha and vice versa. Beside Teen, Agatha seems to be the softest towards Lilia like when she had her hallucinations and she didn't mock her but reassured her it's ok and Lilia's constant blurting out of prophecies like "Protect Agatha" 😭😭. I could go on for ages about all of their dynamics.

And everything about the production and the actors themselves being SOOO invested into the story and clearly loving what they do.

I don't give a shit about Marvel in general but damn, they got me with this one. Canonically gay witches, Kathryn Hahn and Aubrey Plaza, musical numbers and then they throw in miss icon legend mother Patti Lupone on top of it all. I am in every possible way the target audience

The talk about how witches, monsters and in general creatures feared by the wider population are so very deeply queer coded is for another day but AAAAAAAAAAA I love everything about this show so much I might just explode

[evilminji]

You Know How There Are Those AU? Where SUPER Injured Ghosts Need To Retreat To Their Core?

No one seems to be USING that to its fullest potential! For SHENANIGANS! Because! Who?? Could POSSIBLY carry a Halfa's Core safely... but another Halfa?! A FULL ghost would KILL them. A human would be killed! What terribly precarious peril we find ourselves in! Oh nooooooo!

Well, no worry!

As much as Dani fuckin HATES this. That there is her brother. Her Template. Her Clone Daddy and Bestest of Bros. Like HECK she's gonna let him suffer for centuries and possibly DIE. She can take it, Doc! Pop him in! We'll go road tripping and-

What do you MEAN "No"?

Unstable??! Of course she's unstable! But the-.... Oh.

Turns OUT? Dani? Can hitch a ride in DANNY for Emergency Medical Aid... but NOT the other way around. Her body is too loosely held together. He would parasiticly consume her from within. Instead of feeding off her Ecto System like injured ghosts are supposed too, because she's a CLONE? AND an unstable one at that? His Core would just... see her body as free ectoplasm. All of it.

He'd eat her.

Which mean Frostbite can not and WILL NOT allow that.

But he's HURT! That big, off screen, cataclysmic Fight To Save Everybody From *cough cough mumbles* and settle us all in the DC universe, REALLY messed him up! What are we supposed to DO!? He can't STAY like this!!!

Enter-> My FAVORITE DCxDP Trash Ship! Vlad&Lex!!! *horrified screaming from the crowds, someone shouts "oh god, no! Please!"* Ha! There are no gods here, silly billys! Only two terrible, terrible HIGHLY Dramatic, self serving, incredibly damaged, gay peacocks. In Business Suits that cost more then your house is worth.

They're AWFUL~♡

And! Vlad was sent ahead to lay the ground work. Insure there would be no GIWs. Also because no one could stand him and his EXTENSIVE criminal record. But that's besides the point.

But!

You know what he found? A Business Nemesis. Who he routinely dates and/or Dramatically Hate Fu-*coughs* I mean, attempts a Corporate Take Over(tm) off. You know how it is. Business. He ALSO gets to make it no secret he's a "Meta", thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of one Jack Fenton, because that- *seething rant*

Yet? Dispite his STILL burning hatred for Jack? And his finally letting go of Maddie? You know what he STILL wants?

For Danny to be his Son.

*Gets a call from Frostbite*

...............soooooo........ what you're SAYING is..... I can be pregnant with Daniel.

You, Frostbite, need ME, Vladimir Masters, THE ONLY OTHER HALFA, to carry Daniel around inside my body, in what to all appearances resembles a pregnancy, in order to heal him. Because I am an Older And Stronger Halfa Upon Which He Relies.

:)

*instantly begins plotting*

Just? Imagine. Vlad is a FUCKIN LIAR. No one but him would even KNOW what was going on! He just? Rocks up one day, like? *falsely demure* "oh I couldn't POSSIBLY has any scotch, Lex! >:) I'm eating for Two~☆" and just? Deals the MAXIMUM amount of psychic damage he can.

Probably says it at their weekly, public, Veiled Threats Brunch.

It makes front page news. Luthor choked on his eggs. The paparazzi lost their SHIT. Vlad is doing the FULL Celebrity Mom Thing. The classes. The photo shoots. The Gucci sunglasses as he peruses high end strollers. All while HEAVILY suggesting that not only is "The Baby" Lex's.... but that he's going to withhold the child and deny Lex any access.

Danny isn't even aware. He's in a lovely lil medical coma. Dani is trying to find a good spot to plop down Amity. She just know Vlad is being... Vlad. Meh. He can handle it. Dan? He's not even IN the human realm and is not sure he wants to be.

But over in the LEAGUE? Everything's on fuckin FIRE.

Kon is losing his SHIT and Clark is thousand yard staring into the void. Kon's half brother is in the hands of a... Less Then Ideal... Meta that Batman is PRETTY sure is highly suspect. Might be a deliberate weapons experiment. Certainly is a hostage. And the DRAMA.

Lex has never been worse.

He might actually stab his...partner? Vlad. At the hospital. The SECOND the child is born. There are already long term kidnapping plans in the making. He's hiring lawyers. Getting VICIOUS. There have been talks with DEATHSTROKE. By BOTH OF THEM.

Clark wants to cry.

@hypewinter @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @babbling-babull

[modawg]

it’s so sad to me that nico like never learned how much percy tried to help him yk

like percy literally rounded up his closest friends after being the only one to find out nico was the son of hades and decided to at least try to give nico a chance to live his life when the kid literally just tried to kill him, his sister just died, and through everything percy knows hates his guts - like he took all that info and decided to make a suicide pack with his closest friends in order to protect nico when giving nico the prophecy would’ve been the most logical and honestly understandable thing to do

like genuinely do ppl realise how EASY it would’ve been to just give the prophecy to nico his ONLY living relative (other than hades) just DIED they could’ve been like “listen you take this prophecy give it 6 years you’ll be dead with your sister and literally everyone else you know and you’ll be a hero for it” instead even though percy has an entire life, people who love and care for him, and a future wife infront of him he takes it upon himself to DIE in 3-4 years how fucking BONKERS is that

he also almost abandons a WHOLE OTHER QUEST putting himself and annabeth in danger just bc dumbass nico is out doing god knows what in the labyrinth and ends up getting caught (he was doing smth i’m being dramatic but still)

could you imagine being percy your going to war (and from your perspective you’re going to die in the next week or so after methodically doing everything in your power to keep this other random kid who you think hates you from suffering that fate) that kid comes up to you with a plan so you trust him just do be stabbed in the back bc that kids father wants him to be the prophecy child even tho you’ve been mentally preparing yourself to die for the past like 3 years?? id jump that kid too if he randomly came into my deep dark prison cell trying to break me out and then shun him after all that

like i read the way nico talks abt percy and he just seems bitter all the time he’s like “psh percy and his fake friendship what a dweeb can’t believe i had a crush on THAT guy🙄” like you’d be dead if it wasn’t for his friendship gay boy

i want like 5 years into the future annabeth is sitting with nico one day and is like “lol yeah i remember that one time percy made us all pinky promise to keep you safe and we all thought he was dumb bc you hated him sm but he really just wanted you to have a good life and now look at you!! :)” and nico to slow turn to her “…what”

like to this day i get that nico was mad at percy for not protecting bianca and bc of his internalized homophobia or whatever but why not hate on the actual people who sent her on that quest rather than a random kid you just met who said he’d try WHICH HE ACTUALLY DID DO and not idk literally any adult figure who sent her into the fire to begin with

i just want nico to realise that percy is simply just a boy who literally wanted nothing to do with any of this and was trying his best to free nico of that same burden sigh (;_;)

like those two are the fattest example of a miscommunication held together by misunderstood betrayal

disclaimer this is obv dramatic and the prophecy definitely doesn’t work like that but like think abt it ok

[astrobei]

in my heart of hearts mike wheeler is absolutely an athena kid but i also have to offer up a concept that i think has extreme comedic and dramatic potential aka: repressed gay teenager mike showing up at camp half blood unsure of who his godly parent is and feeling insecure about not having powers and one day when he’s making not-so-secret heart eyes at his best friend and son of apollo will byers is when a bunch of glowing floating hearts show up above his head. and that’s how mike gets claimed by none other than aphrodite, the goddess of love and sexuality, and is in full denial about it for three days because he thinks it’s some kind of sick and twisted JOKE

(on aphrodite’s end, she’s upset mike is throwing away the gift of true love and keeps trying to trick him out of repression by making more and more improbable and hilarious gifts appear when he and will are hanging out. mike hands will a book and it turns into a box of chocolates and he has to fling it away like a frisbee before will sees it. they’re having lunch and romantic music starts playing. she gives mike the same blessing she used to claim piper and will can’t even look in his direction for a full day because he starts blushing so hard. fifty bouquets of flowers show up at the apollo cabin’s doorstep with a note that says love, mike and by the end of it, mike isn’t even repressed and unsure about his sexuality anymore — he’s just trying to not throw himself into the bonfire out of sheer embarrassment)

[wolfstarlibrarian]

9 books to read in 2025 (sweet + spicy)

Thank you SO much to @eyra for tagging me! I love an excuse to talk about books.

I had SO much fun reading these books I'm excited to share them, so pretty please let me know if you read any of them? I might put anon asks back on because I'm so eager to discuss them. Also, all of these books have HEAs.

Also, I'm working on related marauders lists for almost all of these, so stay tuned!

🌶️ = the more peppers the spicier it is

🍭 = the more lollipops the sweeter it is

Captive Prince: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

This series is one that ifykyk. It's a dark, dramatic, sexy mlm series set in a pseudo historic age and WOW. If it was a fic it'd come with tons of warnings and tags, but there's also an underlying softness between the main characters. Lots of angst and drama and characters you can't help root for. DEFINITELY an 18+ rec so please proceed accordingly.

Johann: Vampire Mates: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

I already rec'd one of the books in this series here, but this one is tied for my favorite. A modern soulmate/vampire au that's got humor, the CUTEST cinnamon roll who's inexperienced (and hundreds of years old), a russian mobster, and just enough angst to make me you ache.

Boystown Heartbreakers: 🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

If you're a wolfstar fan, then you'll absolutely adore this friends-to-lovers modern story about a hairstylist who is so worried about dating his DROP DEAD GORGEOUS best friend. All the internal turmoil paired with a book boyfriend you'll absolutely love, and lines that actually had me laughing out loud makes this one of my top reads for the year.

The Charm Offensive: 🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

This one totally surprised me with how well it dealth with mental health issues in the middle of a VERY charming story about falling in love with someone (when it's literally your job to help them fall in love with someone else). A bi-awakening and oblivious pining gem. If you want more fics that feature a reality show check out this rec list.

Myles Below Freezing: 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

Okay can someone alert the Hazelnoot server? Because this one feels like a cross between Solntse and Sweater Weather. Myles (a cinnamon roll, nerdy Remus IMO) has to solve a murder mystery at the South Pole while trying not to fall for the sweetheart Russian Alexei. The banter is incredible and honestly my friends and I need a second book about the lesbians in it. Forced proximity, oblivious DATING, anxiety rep, action and chase scenes, cuddling, and locked-in together all in one.

Sapphire Sunset: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

If you don't know Chris Rice, he's the gay son of Anne Rice (author of Interview With A Vampire) and thank god he's followed in her footsteps because his romance books are SO good and intense and yet fluffy? It's a ton of drama about an ex-marine and a hotel heir and a family scandal for the books. Feels delightfully like an age-gap modern Drarry book.

Lightning Born: 🌶️ 🍭

A friend recommended me this Frankenstein mlm retelling, and I was like "ew, no". However, I was completely surprised by how much heart it had, and how much it reminded me of R/S. Amnesia (due to ya know, dying), forbidden love, some serious angst, and thankfully a HEA that includes lesbians getting to live out in the tropics.

Honey Girl: 🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

This is the only book on the list with wlw as the main pairing and by god, it's beautiful. The writing style gripped me on the first page and I've been recommending it to everyone since I've read it. Imagine waking up in a hotel room in Vegas, by yourself, with a wedding band on your finger and a note. The whole book feels like an intimate love letter and it should absolutely be on your TBR.

On Writing

No spice or sweetness in this non-fiction book, because it's a book by Stephen King on writing. Whenever I talk to anyone who's struggling with their craft I always recommend this book. It's short, to the point, and will leave you feeling much more confident in your abilities while helping you improve your writing. 10/10.

⭐

Okay well I hope you enjoy these recs! I've turned on anon asks so please share your thoughts or your own recs as I'm always looking for new books and fics to read. (We'll just ignore how long the TBR list is already...)

Tagging: @thedrarrylibrarian @wolfstarwarehouse @wolfstarmicrofic @pancakehouse @imsiriuslyreading @lavenderhaze @rainbowrowell @gayliketheancients @brandileigh2003 @mrtellmeafckingsecret @imjusthereforwolfstar And ANYONE ELSE who also love books

[apdreadful]

Since the election I have deactivated some of my social media. Blocked some people I never should have ever engaged with to begin with, and unfollowed several accounts on IG that just don’t bring me joy.

And 911onabc was one.

Is it because Buck & Tommy didn’t end together? No. I’m a grown ass adult. I can be irritated by the something and not be dramatic or hateful about it.

It was because several storylines lately have been complete bullshit.

They start strong with solid good storytelling. But then..eh we’re bored. Only whatever we do absolutely can not make sense!

The lazy fucking way they wrote Christopher’s character out, and that weird ass doppelgänger storyline.

New season? Let’s start by putting Bobby and Athena through to some major disaster! Hey it worked last season! Let’s do it again! (Do not even get me started on that fucking drug cartel shit..what the hell even was that??)

We are only allowed to have one character or couple drama free at a time. And if we can’t come up with a plausible way to create discord or havoc, we’ll just do some stupid shit instead!

Spend several seasons showing the deep strong bond between Eddie and Christopher. Gavin’s family moves? Just make it something dumb..but fast! I know let’s have him get mad at his dad and ask to move in with his grandparents!! Never mind he’d never do that!

The amount of psychological trauma they have inflicted on Maddie. The near death experiences of Chimney. Jesus. Just what tf?

Hmmm. Karen and Hen..the fans would revolt if we broke them up. So let’s go after their kids!! And we can’t make it about them being gay! Let’s create this over the top villain Councilwoman Ortiz. Who’s the mother of that drunk coked up dude from the accident. Only we absolutely cannot have Hen or anyone defend what happened or shut that shit down by saying “Your son was a fucking menace and maybe if you hadn’t kept covering for him he would have gotten some fucking help and not caused an accident.” Also do not mention Hen was cleared of all wrong doing. Nope. Logic has no place here!

Ok so the fans have been clamoring for Buddie. But Eddie Diaz is straight. Period.

So hey! Let’s make Buck bisexual. And tell everyone we are getting him off the hamster wheel (because really, we’ve given him the emotional depth of a teaspoon for a while now)..And his love interest/boyfriend should be Tommy Kinard, who used to work at the 118, and we will invest time to give him a compelling backstory, and lay a ton of Easter eggs showing how richly we can mine this pairing and these characters.

And make them HAPPY for several episodes. Blissfully in love. And then totally out of the blue, let’s break them up. But the reason has to be complete bullshit, totally against character out of left field BULLSHIT. Like they should start out the episode great and about 80 percent in..wait! Let’s also make him the SAME Tommy Abbie from season one was engaged to before she started banging Buck! And then let’s make Tommy who is so into Buck it’s palpable, dump him because he’s afraid of getting his heart broken! Even though it’s one of the most tired, overdone, stupid tropes ever!!

Yeah. I don’t know WTF is going on in the writers room I would swear it’s like there’s this talented group of writers who start stories, and then they go out in Wilshire Blvd and ask some random person on the street to write the ending, but they have to do it, right there in the next 20 minutes.

No I am not going to stop watching 911 forever. I just don’t really want to see them on my IG. This last stunt, sparked only incredulity and scorn.

[resident-gay-bitch]

🏳️‍⚧️ Trans Tuesdays 🏳️‍⚧️

3 times Eddie was shocked to find out things about his friends dating life, and 1 time he was shocked about his own. (Transfem Stevie)

“Wait, what?!” Eddie shouted, staring at Robin incredulous.

“I’m. A. Lesbian.” She repeated, clapping her hands between each word, “Do you need a dictionary definition on what that means, dingus? Because it’s not-“

“No-“ Eddie interrupted, shaking his head, hands sternly on his hips, “I know what a lesbian is, don’t worry. I just didn’t know you were one!”

“Oh… well, yeah, I am.” She shrugged, “Obviously! Whose idea did you think it was to have a Michelle Pfeiffer movie marathon?”

“Huh.” Eddie nodded, giving her a once over, “Well that clears some things up.”

“God, you’re such a dingus sometimes.” Robin snorted, scruffing up his hair, “Come on, we’re gonna be late to meet Stevie if we don’t leave now.”

☆ ★ ☆

“Wait, what?!” Eddie said, doing a double take and charging backwards, almost stacking it down the stairs to the Wheelers basement.

“No! Nothing!” Will shouted, slapping his hand over his mouth, Mike beside him groaned.

“Nuh uh, not nothing. Don’t try to lie to me you little shits. I saw you two smooching it up.” He said, his voice a harsh whisper as he stared down at them. Or, well, attempted to since they’re almost taller than him these days. “Spill.”

“We don’t have to tell you anything.” Mike sassed.

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie sassed right back, “Tell that to the three headed fire breathing dragon who has it out for you, Mighty Palladian.”

Mike groaned, “We’re not gay!”

“Well, last I checked you’re both dudes.” Eddie tutted, “So, what’s this, hmm? I’m not letting you be a little bitch and use your best friend as your experiment.”

“I’d never do that!” Mike clipped.

“Experiment?” Will asked, his face scrunched up.

“Oh, yeah, been there.” Eddie scoffed self-deprecatingly, chucking a thumb at himself, “Don’t tell anyone, but I went through half the football team.”

“Wait, you’re gay?” Mike glared at him.

“Nuh duh.” Eddie blabbered, tongue rolling out of his mouth, “I thought you little shits knew.”

“I knew.” Will shrugged.

“Why did you know?” Mike argued.

“I just knew.” Will said back.

“Hey now, little dudes, enough of that.” Eddie shook his head, “Now come on, what’s going on here? Is this some creepy weirdo exploration thing or have you gone all sweet ‘n shit on each other.”

“Don’t tell anyone, okay.” Will hissed, grabbing Mike's hand, “We’re dating.”

“He didn’t need to know that.” Mike groaned.

“Wouldn’t you rather someone know?” Will raised an eyebrow, “Someone you actually look up to and like?”

“Aww, Little Wheeler, you look up to me?” Eddie asked, a hand splayed over his heart, “I’m honoured.”

“I’m outta here.” Mike rolled his eyes, pushing past Eddie and up the stairs, “I swear if you tell anyone, I’m gonna go steal all your Dungeon Master notes-“

Eddie gasped dramatically, “You wouldn’t!”

“Watch me.” Mike rolled his eyes, accidentally letting a smile slip before he was fully turned around.

☆ ★ ☆

“Wait, what?” Eddie asked, choking on his sandwich, staring up at his uncle.

“I said-“

“I know what you said.” He shook his head, “I just… you are in a relationship?”

“Yes.” Wayne nodded, “I’m very happy.”

“Oh, wow.” Eddie breathed, “I did not expect this happening when I woke up this morning.”

Wayne chuckled at him, “It ain’t that crazy, son.”

“Yeah it is!” Eddie protested, “I didn’t think you even cared about relationships or nothing. You’ve always been just Wayne to me.”

“Yeah, cause you were a sad little kid that needed my full attention.” Wayne huffed, “Now, you’re an adult and I’d like a relationship.”

“Huh…” Eddie nodded, and began to eat his sandwich again, “So can I meet him?”

“You already have.”

“When?” Eddie asked, furrowing his brow.

“His name’s Scott, and I love him very much, and we met at your middle school parent teacher interviews and have been putting off our feelings since then.”

“That long? Wayne!” Eddie groaned, “Is he like a single dad or something?”

“No, he’s your old science teacher.”

“Wait, what!”

☆ ★ ☆

“Wait, what?” Eddie asked, scrunching his face, looking at Steve on the verge of short circuiting.

“Yeah, I just can’t do this anymore, Eddie.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I like you, so much, and I just…”

“Stevie, I’m gay.” Eddie said, now looking at him with desperation, “Steve I’m so gay, I’m the gayest any dude could ever be. Holy shit, I like you too!”

“You are?” Steve said, his eyes beginning to well up a little.

“Yes!” Eddie said, jumping on the spot, “I’m so fucking gay, Stevie. Gayer than the day is long! Please go out with me.”

Steve huffed, giving Eddie a saddened smile, “I’m not a guy, though.”

“Wait… what?” Eddie asked, scrunching his nose, “What do you mean?”

“I’m transgender…” Steve said, looking at the ground, “I’m actually a woman.”

“Wait, you’re transgender?” He asked, whispering the next part to himself, “God, everythings happening this week…”

Steve nodded her head, “Yeah, I can’t… I’m sorry, Eddie, but if you’re gay-“

“I’m bisexual, actually. I’m so bisexual, please go out with me.”

“Eddie, you can’t just change your sexuality.”

“Uh, well, apparently you can, because I just did.” Eddie sassed, “I was gay, now I’m bisexual, cause I have a big ol’ crush on you, and if you’re a woman, that makes me bisexual.”

Steve glared at him.

“So, can I take you out on a date now?” He said, staring up at Steve with stars in his eyes.

“Are you being serious? This isn’t just a joke, Eddie, it’s my identity.”

“I know.” He said, deadpan, “It’s mine too. Hell, I’m finding so many things out this week, it’s crazy. So like, do I still call you Steve or…?”

“I prefer Stevie.”

Eddie grinned, “Sick. So Stevie, about that date?”

Stevie huffed, “You realise if this goes anywhere I’d be your girlfriend, not your boyfriend.”

“Holy shit, you wanna be my girlfriend?” He beamed at her, “This is so metal, can I kiss you, I wanna kiss you so bad, Stevie, please be my girlfriend right now.”

“Oh…” Stevie muttered, finally smiling, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Eddie just about fainted.

Stevie has my heart oh my fucking god I love her *Screams hysterically from the rooftops*

[takaraphoenix]

The Definite Final Death of Peter [redacted] Hale

Peter [legally changed and thus redacted] Hale was dying.

He’d already died once before, so he knew what it felt like. Yet somehow, this death was even worse and more cruel than the last time. And the last time, he’d been set on fire by one of the loves of his life. So one could imagine just how agonizing his current situation was.

“You’re not dying, baby.”

Despite the pain, Peter mustered a smile as he turned toward the beautiful source of that voice. “My, darling, are you finally craving and using petnames too?”

“No,” Stiles snorted and rolled his eyes. “I am calling you a literal baby. You’re not dying, you have a common cold, Peter. There are toddlers who can handle this kind of thing better than you. You’re a fifty year old man-“

“Forty-four. We agreed not to count the coma years,” Peter pouted.

Another sarcastic eye-roll from his cruel mate. Why did this boy live to torment him? There was a deep, dark chuckle in the background and then there was Peter’s other mate in all his handsome glory. Mh, how much Peter wanted to run his fingers through that silver beard, if only his limbs didn’t feel like they weighted a ton.

“Cut him some slack, sugar. He’s never been sick before, born werewolf and all.”

Stiles turned to give Chris a long-suffering glare. “I was cutting him all of the slack the first three days, but there is a limit to my kindness. In fact, I do not have kindness to spare, so that was already more than anyone should ask of me, including the two of you.”

Chris gave Stiles a look that was so warm and filled with love, before he pulled their boy close enough to kiss him and that was just unfair. Beyond the incurable condition of dying, Peter was also cruelly forbidden from kissing his mates. He made a soft whining noise.

“Baby,” Stiles muttered with another eye-roll.

“That’s it. I am kicking you both out of my home and calling Melissa. At least she has bedside manner.”

Stiles stared at him like Peter had lost his mind. “That woman once sedated me without my consent because I hadn’t slept enough. I love her to death, but her bedside manner is shit.”

“Besides, I’m still fairly sure she would use the opportunity to get rid of you,” Chris muttered.

“And end my suffering? Yes, please!”

“Why is he so dramatic?” Stiles asked, looking at Chris while motioning at Peter. “Why is he like this?”

“Dalia signed him up for theater class as soon as he could walk,” Chris shrugged. “Blame her.”

“Gonna have a séance just so I can bitch at my dead mother-in-law about her dramatic-ass son…”

“Mother-in-law,” Peter repeated with a soft, happy grin.

A gay three-way-marriage was not in the stars for them, but both of Peter’s mates recognized their sealed matebond for what it was; ‘werewolf marriage’. Peter had found the term insufferable the first year or so that Stiles had used it but after their mating ceremony, the first time he’d heard Stiles refer to him as ‘husband’, Peter grew more and more fond of it.

“C’mon, wolf,” Chris’ voice was gentle. “Up you go, I have tea and broth for you. You need fluids.”

There was a significant silence, while Peter struggled to sit up, and once he was upright, Stiles was gently brushing his hair back and looking at him with the most concerned frown.

“Okay, you are in real bad condition. There wasn’t a dirty joke at Chris offering you fluids,” Stiles whispered softly. “Eat your broth and then back to sleep with you.”

Peter obediently let Chris feed him the broth and he found himself eternally grateful for his mates. He would be in no condition to cook anything for himself right now, but here his mates were, taking care of him while he was dying a horrible death.

“You. Are. Not. Dying. Baby,” Stiles repeated once again, poking Peter in the chest after each word. “It’s your own fault, honestly. Why do you stupid oversized puppies have to run off into unmapped parts of the preserve? Flowers and fae are not to be messed with. You guys are lucky that the fae flowers’ pollen only act like a cold, it could be so much worse.”

Had Stiles learned how to read minds? Or was Peter suffering from the same ill side-effect as Stiles whenever he was sick? Where his thoughts didn’t stay in his head but fled out of his mouth without his consent…? Peter wrinkled his nose at that.

“Impossible,” Peter protested, slumping against Stiles. “The rest of the pack is dying too?”

Stiles snorted, but he wrapped a comforting arm around Peter to hold him close. “Lydia has Jackson covered, Allison is taking care of Isaac, Melissa is dealing with Scott, Erica and Boyd are being taken care of by their parents too, Kira is tending to Malia, while Chris and I are pulling triple duty dealing with all you Hales. I’d like the record to show that Cora is the bravest Hale who is handling this with the most grace.”

“Thank you, Stiles,” Cora croaked out from some other part of the Hale House.

“I’d like to amend the record that she is the bravest of you Hales, specifically,” Chris pointed out. “All the turned betas are doing just fine, they know what a cold is.”

Stiles snickered. “Nah, Jackson is being nearly as dramatic as Peter, according to Lydia.”

“That checks out,” Chris nodded solemnly. “Sometimes, it feels like they are related.”

“I did a DNA test, he’s not the father,” Stiles shrugged at the look Chris gave him. “What? You’re not the first one to think that. They are both arrogant, snarky pretty boys who tend to be too dramatic. And Jackson was adopted. So I had to make sure we’re not stepdads to any more pack-members beyond Malia.”

Chris snorted out a laugh and brought Stiles in close enough to kiss. It was so rude of them to rub their affection on Peter’s face like that while he was bound to the bed (and not in the fun way) and forbidden from kissing his mates so he couldn’t pass this death sentence on to them.

“Scoot over, Dramawolf,” Stiles sighed in defeat. “You may not get kisses, but you’ll get cuddles. Will that appease you?”

“Mh,” Peter immediately pulled Stiles close enough so he could bury his nose in Stiles’ neck. “I feel appeased.”

Chris chuckled and slipped in on Peter’s other side, wrapping his strong, comforting arms around Peter’s waist and pulling the wolf against his chest. Yes, Peter was feeling very appeased.

Peter [legally changed and thus redacted] Hale was dying. But at least he wasn’t dying alone and had his mates tend to him on his deathbed.

“You’re not dying, Dramawolf!” Stiles exclaimed in utter exasperation. “And we all know your middle name is Wermund!”

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

T-48 hours to Armageddon (when we watch me finish GO Season 2), I want to make a statement. and a will.

I've been getting a lot of ominous statements from the fandom. They've become increasingly concerned for my mental stability and even survival post the season two finale (thanks guys). I feel like as mascot I need to make some kind of statement, in case I do not survive the Final Fifteen. Maybe a will. Don't worry, this contains no spoilers (?) and no speculations or fanfiction about season 3. It is simply My Dramatic Outpouring of Poetic Emotion.

Firstly, @neil-gaiman, good day to you, Neil, this is the first interview (?) I have watched of yours. And I see you said "quiet, gentle and romantic" which until now I was kind of assuming was a fandom inside joke. I'm glad I know what to expect going into the second half of season two. In case I do not survive, thank you very much for this journey, you have created a masterpiece. I think I will watch Coraline in the next 48 hours since I am living on borrowed time and I do very much want to watch that before it all ends.

Secondly, to all the maggots, thank you very much for kidnapping me and dragging me into this beautiful pain with you. I do not think I will survive the Final Fifteen. I fell for Crowley and Aziraphale too deeply. But all my love to you, and I hope you will ensure my memory lives on. Take my posts and my meagre contributions, for they are yours. Maybe @1800ineedshelp, Lina, you can ask the maggot choir to sing Eleimon Aegovoskos (for those unaware, that is a hymn I wrote for Crowley) at my funeral, if my body is found and not discorporated. @queermarzipan I need you to mention my love for Drarry.

I have already put a POTC post in queue, maybe I'll add a few more so I linger painfully on this site even after my mortal remains are resigned to the stardust that Crowley once created.

Thirdly, @howmanyholesinswisscheese, please make the funeral arrangements and pay for them, thank you. You can play Someone to Stay if you like as you cry over your beloved late son (me). I hope I was your favourite (only) problem child and family disappointment.

Those who made art for me, @ivory--raven, @1800ineedshelp, @madfangirlontheloose, @arkytiorlecter, my deep thanks, let it be displayed in lieu of a photo.

Lastly, OFMD fandom, I'm sorry I entered so late. Make sure the show is renewed. Fly your gay flag high for me.

I still have two days, but I'm taking precautions because I'm very organised like that. Take my love, maggots, all of you, I couldn't tag everyone though I want to. May the nightingales sing again.

Your mascot and prophet, very, very dramatically yours,

Asmi

[heretherebedork]

Y'all, we made it. They're selling their sons in gay marriage and they're dramatically cheating on each with their fiance's stepbrother.

Also, Jared's spoken name is definitely Phupha but okay subtitles. But Noah uses a cane and I love him even more for it. This entire show is pure nonsense.

Literally cackling, I love it here, it's the most nonsense show of all time about rich boys who are fucked up and literally being sold off by their step parents and the possibility that their stepbrother caused their mom's suicide and then KIDNAPPING.

This whole thing is only fifteen minutes and it's all so fascinating I don't even know what to do. I love them all so much. They're so stupidly dramatic and gay.

He walks in, drops his cane, and jumps into the man's arms. Love it. I might have to try to find more of it... which might be impossible. But eight episodes was still fun, at least.

Bound to My Brother's Fiance

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ TWO AGAINST ONE: PORTGAS D. ACE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Ace makes the mistake of eating one of your pregnant husband's sweets, you, now he needs to somehow earn her forgiveness. However, it seems that in this dispute, your son has already chosen who his favorite father will be."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE READER, FTM READER, TRANS MASC READER, PREGNANT MALE READER, MEN PREGNANT, BIOLOGICAL PREGNANCY, GAY RELATIONSHIP, Reader is a little dramatic, pregnancy dramas, unnamed baby but is a boy, Ace and you are married, Ace is a golden retriever and you're mean to him (just a little), Ace is a perfect dad and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 917

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Wow, more babies! Hahah who would have thought... Okay I wanted to say that it's the last baby story but it's not, At least next time I'll try to post another topic or you'd start to think I'm weird. The post was supposed to be yesterday and it was also supposed to be a late ask, but the ask is 7k words long and I'm having a serious problem translating it, so I'm going to post this other story today so I can have more time, enjoy!

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"Love, honey, my husband, my man, my sweet, forgive me." Your husband, Ace, whimpered beside you as you lay on the reclining sofa, covered in pillows and with a soft blanket over your huge belly. You had an irritated expression and crossed arms, purposely ignoring him and pretending to pay attention to the television.

"I'm not talking to you," you snorted irritably, and if your feet weren't swollen and your legs weren't aching, you would have kicked his ass out of the house.

"I swear, I didn't know it was your chocolate! I thought it was mine... I'm sorry, my love," he was kneeling on the sofa next to you, his hands clasped together begging for forgiveness, and his puppy eyes were so sad that anyone would have accepted his apologies.

Anyone, except you. No, no, you were a pregnant man dealing with a very active baby and hormones so out of whack that you seemed like a ticking time bomb. You definitely wouldn't forgive your husband for eating the last of your chocolate stash. Especially because it was Sunday! The store that sold your favorite, expensive, artisanal chocolate only opened on Tuesdays. You would have to go two days without your chocolate because of your husband's stupidity in not checking who the chocolate belonged to before swallowing it!

Okay, you weren't exactly craving chocolate in the past few days, and that one had been stored for a long time... But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't have eaten it!

"I swear I'll buy the whole store for you to forgive me! Please, don't pout at me like that," he whined again as he lovingly rubbed your arm. Ace hated hurting you, no matter how small the reason. Now that you were pregnant, he tried his best to make you live in paradise, as he was extremely worried when he found out that stress could cause serious complications in pregnancy. Although Marco and Law tried to explain that it had to be an absurd amount of stress, he practically didn't listen and accepted as an absolute truth that even the smallest amount of stress was a deadly risk for you and the baby!

"I hate you," you murmured irritably, and your frustrated pout grew. You didn't like arguing with Ace and usually didn't care so much about something like this, but those damn hormones made you go crazy. One moment you were crying, and the next you were trying to set the house on fire with Ace inside. Then, you would go back to normal as if everything were fine. You could only think that this was Ace's punishment for taking so long to propose to you.

"What can I do to make you forgive me, my king?" he sighed and sat closer to you, kissing your arm and then trying to kiss your cheek, which resulted in you moving away. "You're breaking your poor husband's heart."

"I'll ask for a divorce if you keep annoying me," you said, trying to stay strong, although you were almost giving up on arguing and just getting lost in Ace's warm embrace.

"Ouch... So cruel," he whimpered and carefully laid on your belly, then gently stroked it, giving kisses on the shirt you were wearing. "Come on, little guy, help your old man make peace with your daddy. He'll put me to sleep on the couch if he stays like this," he whimpered, trying to get help from his unborn child.

Before you could reprimand Ace again, a kick was felt by both of you... Your baby had just kicked exactly where Ace's head was, making him startle and jump from the slight blow he received, causing both of you to widen your eyes in shock.

"Our son just kicked me?" he asked, confused and incredulous about the situation.

"Humph, looks like it's two against one now," you smiled triumphantly as you caressed your belly. "Our son is smart, he knows that this daddy here is the only one whose right," you continued teasing Ace, already feeling your mood improve and the anger dissipating.

"This is unfair! The two men in my life are ganging up against me!" he crossed his arms with a pouting expression.

"Think twice before eating my sweets next time," you shrugged. "You heard the baby, today Daddy Ace sleeps on the couch," you laughed, feeling some gentle kicks from your baby, as if he really agreed with you.

"This little rascal will have to deal with me when he's born... Stealing my husband, I was here before you," he muttered childishly as he glared at your belly. "And you, mister grumpy husband, I'm going to squeeze and kiss you until you're forced to forgive me! And if you try to kick me out of our room, I'll cry at the door like a stray dog," Ace made his threat, and before you could disagree, he threw himself on top of you, covering your face with kisses as he hugged you tightly. All you could do was laugh, feeling ticklish from his kisses. You didn't usually get mad at your husband so often, but if it meant having him as a repentant little puppy trying to win your forgiveness through affection and love... Maybe you would start getting mad more often, especially if your son would help you.

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[gingerteafairy]

hi!! , um I have an idea for an Dave Lizewski!! so the reader is popular and her and her friends bet for the reader to make Dave fall inlove with them but the reader falls for Dave while doing the bet!! (I don’t know but I had this idea and I hope you like it 😅)

at first, i was like "what the hell am i supposed to write?" and it turned to a full three chapters fic. hope you like it, i really loved writing this. @ikkyfics and golden hour by jvke helped me a lot.

𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻���𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝟭. 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲

You bet Dave will fall for you, but oops—guess who’s the one falling now? tags n warnings: dave lizewski x fem!reader, fluff, hyperfeminine!reader, language, suggestive, violence. word count: 6.8k!! masterlist part two

The cafeteria was buzzing with the noise of conversations and laughter echoing between the tables, a comfortable chaos that made any secret conversation quiet enough. Amidst this turmoil, you and your friends were immersed in your favorite pastime: hear me out. The game was simple—name an unlikely person and argue why they could be a love interest. The fun was in the absurdity of the choices, and the best part? No one would ever suspect that the most popular girls in school spent their time fantasizing about nerds, weirdos, or teachers.

“Okay, okay. Hear me out,” Katie started, her laugh escaping even before revealing the name. You, knowing well the danger, swallowed the rest of your juice to avoid a disaster. “Professor Melvin, history.”

The shock was immediate. “Oh my God, ew, Katie!” Erika scrunched up her nose as if she had smelled something rotten, still laughing at the atrocity of the idea. “That man probably has fossilized snacks in his beard since the dinosaur era.”

“But think about it,” Katie insisted, winking mischievously. “He wouldn’t even need to carry a purse. My gloss would fit perfectly in there.”

Erika shoved her shoulder, both laughing as you shook your head in disbelief. “Okay, now seriously. Listen up.” Erika smoothed down her uniform, adopting a thoughtful expression as she theatrically touched her chin. “Jeremy, from the drama club.”

The reaction was instant.

“No!” You all yelled in unison, throwing your hands up and bursting into laughter. Your body swayed with the contagious laughter of the group.

“Erika, he’s practically a zombie,” you argued, still laughing. “He acts like a potato and is only there because he’s the director’s son.”

“I like that dead fish look. It’s sexy.” Erika squinted her eyes, biting her lip in an exaggeratedly sensual gesture that made you laugh even more. You waited for the laughter to die down a little before leaning in on the table, lowering your voice intentionally to add a dramatic touch.

“Okay. Hear me out,” you began, glancing around quickly. “Dave Lizewski, from the school newspaper.”

Silence.

Your friends exchanged glances as if they had just heard the most absurd thing in the world.

“What?” Katie raised her eyebrows, confusion clear on her face. “Isn’t he gay?” She covered her mouth with her hand, as if sharing a forbidden secret.

“I don’t know. They said they caught him spying on girls in gym class,” Erika countered, rolling her eyes in disdain. “I hate guys like that.”

You bit your lip, hesitating before speaking. “But he’s so cute,” you admitted, feeling a warmth rise to your face. “It’s funny when he gets nervous presenting and adjusts his glasses all the time.” Your voice lowered at the end of the sentence, as if confessing a crime. “I’d go out with him.”

Katie stopped chewing her fry halfway. “Then why don’t you?” You and Erika stared at her as if she had suggested blowing up the planet.

“What?” You blinked, unable to formulate an immediate response. “Are you crazy?”

“You don’t think he’s cute?” She shrugged.

“He’s way too nerdy for my taste,” you shot back, resting your chin on your palm and sighing. “Not to mention, guys like that fall for a weirdo like them.”

“What if…” Erika interrupted, biting her lip suggestively. “What if you made him fall for you?”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“I bet you fifty bucks you could make him fall for you,” she declared, crossing her arms with a challenging smile.

Katie made a face of disapproval. “Wow, Erika. That’s cruel.”

You clicked your tongue, thoughtful. “The only time I talked to Dave was to borrow a pencil. How am I supposed to talk to him?”

Erika grinned, tossing her hair back.

“Girl, duh.” She gestured like it was obvious. “We’re literally the most popular girls in school. No need for ceremony. Easy money. Take it or leave it.”

You looked at her, a sly smile forming on your lips. “A hundred bucks. And you let me wear your Vivienne Westwood top.” Erika hesitated, but you raised an eyebrow, challenging her. “Take it or leave it.”

She huffed. “Deal. But I want pictures to prove it.” The handshake sealed the deal. Before you could celebrate, Katie poked your arm, laughing.

“Speaking of which, look, here comes your boyfriend.”

Their heads turned to see Dave crossing the cafeteria with Todd and Marty, the three laughing at something that, honestly, didn’t interest you at all. “Over in the nerd corner, gross,” Erika teased, grabbing another fry.  

You narrowed your eyes, joking: “Don’t talk about my man like that, okay?”

Standing up, you adjusted your top, running your hands over the fabric to make sure it was perfect. Katie quickly tugged a strand of her hair into place, then touched up her gloss with a practiced gesture.  “Couldn’t be more perfect. You’re gonna win over your boy.” 

You winked at them before turning and walking confidently.   Dave’s table was a well-organized chaos—notebooks scattered, half-eaten snacks, and open bags of chips. The three friends were chatting excitedly, laughing loudly, until you arrived.  With a smooth move, you placed your hands on the table and leaned slightly forward.

Silence.  

Todd almost choked on a fry. Dave, who had been laughing at something Marty said, froze in the middle of the movement, his eyes wide behind his glasses.  

“Stop, idiot,” Marty hissed, giving Todd a firm slap on the back as he tried to stop choking. Dave, meanwhile, froze, his wide eyes fixed ahead as if he could trick his own body and pretend he wasn’t completely losing his composure. His hands trembled slightly as he held his can of diet soda, the liquid sloshing inside.  “Sorry... he... he has issues,” Marty added, casting an exasperated glance at Todd, who was still coughing. 

You smiled, your best smile—the one that made guys trip over their own shoelaces.  

“Hi, Dave.”  

It was his turn to choke. The soda, which had been safe in his mouth, became a small liquid explosion, spat directly into Marty’s face.

“Uh... Hi. I mean... Hi.” Dave stumbled, coughing and hurriedly grabbing napkins, trying to clean his mouth while also trying to regain composure. You kept your gaze on him, hiding your disgust at the mess while your eyes briefly met Marty’s—now looking like a mummy wrapped in paper.  

“Can I sit with you guys?” You were already pulling out a chair before they could answer, settling dangerously close to Dave, who shrank to the side, his breath a bit faster.   “So... what were you guys talking about?”  

Todd opened his mouth to answer, but Dave was faster. “NOTHING.”  The shout was so abrupt that even some nearby tables looked over. He cleared his throat, trying to correct himself, and forced a nervous smile. 

Your eyes sparkled with challenge.   “No one’s laughing about anything,” you argued, crossing your arms in front of your body and tilting your head slightly to the side. The subtle movement drew the attention of all three boys like a magnet. Dave quickly looked away, pressing his glasses against his face as if that would help him stay focused.  

“Tell me, Dave... what were you talking about?”  

He blinked a few times, clearly having a system failure. “Kylie Jenner.” 

Todd and Marty chuckled nasally, trying to hide it.  

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow, interested.  

“She’s dating Timothée Chalamet,” Todd added casually. The killer glares he received from his friends didn’t go unnoticed. “What? I watch the news.”  

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head, before leaning closer to Dave, deliberately closing the distance between you. “Hey, Dave. Want to sit with me in math class? I forgot my book.”  

Dave went so rigid it looked like someone had hit the pause button on him. “Sure.” He blinked, processing the words. “I’d love to.”  

He smiled, and there it was—the gesture—adjusting his glasses nervously, just the way you thought was adorable. But in that moment, something inside you hesitated. Your heartbeat a little faster, your stomach twisted in a strange way. Before you could process that, you suddenly stood up.  

“What’s wrong?” Dave furrowed his brows.  

“I remembered I have to talk to Erika.”  Without waiting for an answer, you walked away, feeling their stares burning into your back. As soon as you turned the corner, you found your friends with binoculars. Literally.  “Where the hell did you get that?” You crossed your arms, pointing at the object Erika quickly hid.  

“It doesn’t matter.” She waved her hand. “So, how was it? Dave seemed interested.”

You hesitated for a moment, a strange feeling pulling at you. “It was... interesting.” The response came with the usual energy, but something inside you felt subtly different, like an echo you couldn’t quite ignore.

“I’m gonna sit with him in math class.”

“Perfect. I forgot my book anyway, so I’ll sit with Eri,” Katie said casually.

“Let’s hit the bathroom,” Erika suggested, her voice full of that habitual need to freshen up. “I need to touch up my makeup.”

“Yeah, I need powder like, now,” you grumbled, touching your face as if you could already feel the shine of oil building up.

As they moved away, chatting and laughing as if the world was theirs, Dave and his friends stayed frozen in silence, as if the moment had somehow paralyzed them. Todd was the first to break the trance.

“Did you guys see that? One of the Powerpuff Girls talked to him. Just him.”

Dave let out a small, incredulous laugh, still trying to figure out what had just happened.

“We were at the table too,” Marty grumbled, then returned to his lunch. “But I still prefer the Milky Way terminology.”

Dave furrowed his brow. “Milky Way?”

“Yeah, man. Sun, Moon, and Earth,” Todd explained, hands gesturing as if to paint a picture. “Katie’s Earth, Erika’s the Moon, and your girl’s the Sun.”

Dave felt his face heat up.

“Stop leading the poor guy on,” Marty elbowed Todd, laughing. “He’s already delulu enough.”

But Dave just smiled, grabbing his sandwich. “I like ‘the Sun’... it suits her more than Blossom.” He took a bite, his mind somewhere else, occupied with one thought. “She smells really good.”

“Oh, of course. Go ahead and ask where she buys her bras too,” Todd teased.

Dave rolled his eyes before snatching a fry from Todd’s plate and tossing it at him. “Hey! You’re throwing food from your plate!”

“It’s way more fun with yours,” Todd shot back, already picking up another fry—though his mission was interrupted by the shrill sound of the bell signaling the end of lunch. The students groaned in unison as they made their way through the hallways.

Dave just smiled. The Sun had spoken to him.

The guys headed to class, with Todd and Marty sitting side by side, while Dave’s seat remained empty. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants as if that could wipe away the nervousness pulsing in his chest. 

The same battle was happening within you as you walked into the classroom, eyes meeting his as he waved and smiled in your direction—a grin brighter than the fluorescent lights above.

You felt something strange in your stomach, an uncomfortable sensation you couldn’t quite name. But you pushed it aside. After all, Dave was a bet, and you hated losing. Plus, things seemed to be going pretty well with the basketball guy—at least that’s what his constant stare suggested. But suddenly, Landon seemed like the last thing on your mind.

“And here we are again,” you joked as you sat beside Dave, picking a comfortable distance—not too close, like at lunch, but not too far to seem awkward.

“Yeah…” he replied, running a hand through his hair, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

“Good at math?” you asked, turning to face him. His eyes met yours—so blue they seemed like sapphires glistening under the classroom lights.

“Of course, I’m great. They used to call me Einstein in the… young geniuses club of… Einstein,” he lied without missing a beat, his nervous smile giving him away.

You laughed, clapping your hands.

“Oh, how awesome! That means you can help me. I don’t get anything the teacher’s saying.”

Dave awkwardly laughed, raising his books to his face like a shield to hide the panic that was written all over him.

Luckily, the universe seemed to be conspiring in his favor, because today’s lesson was on first-degree equations—and at least that was something he knew. He’d even helped Todd with it once. Maybe he could make it through this without looking like a complete idiot.

By the end of the class, as you gathered your things, an idea crossed your mind. The party. You’d promised your friends you’d go, and what harm was there in inviting Dave Lizewski? He’d probably never been to a party that didn’t involve themed cakes and kids running around in party hats.

As he was heading out with his friends, you tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey, Dave. If you’re not doing anything tomorrow, wanna come to a party at Spike’s place?”

He blinked a couple of times, clearly surprised. A lot had happened in one day. First, you talked to him at lunch. Then you sat next to him in math. And now, an invitation to a party?

“Me? I… yeah, I’d love to,” he replied, a charming smile spreading across his face. A smile you wanted to see more of. You could almost picture taking a photo and putting it in the "cute things" section of your bullet journal.

“I want to too!” Todd raised his hand. You laughed, handing out an invitation to each of them.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice filled with that familiar gratitude.

“Well, it’s nothing formal. You can wear whatever you want,” you softened your tone before walking past them, giving Dave a special wave. He responded with that puppy-dog look of his.

On your way home, your mind raced. You were already thinking of ways to make Dave Lizewski fall under your spell. He was cute, fun to be around, polite, sweet… and his voice? Gorgeous. You were starting to like this bet a little too much. Next step: find an outfit that would make Dave drop to his knees and propose right there at the party. But when you opened your closet, everything seemed... wrong.

“Come on... it’s just some dumb party,” you muttered, running your hand down the row of hangers. Suddenly, all your clothes looked like rags pretending to be high fashion. Better call the girls.

Erika was in airplane mode. As usual.

Katie was your best shot. You dialed her number. “Hey, sweetie. I need an outfit. Wanna hit the mall?”

“I can’t right now, babe. Sorry,” she replied in that always-sweet tone of hers. “I’m at the nail salon, getting those nails I sent you a picture of.”

“They’re gorgeous,” you complimented, doing your best not to sound disappointed. “Guess I’ll go alone, then.”

“Send me some pics, I’ll help you decide.”

“Deal. Catch you later.”

After parking at the mall, you made your way to your favorite store—only to remember you still hadn’t gotten money from your parents. Guess it was time for fast fashion. As you walked into the store, distracted by the racks, you bumped into someone much taller than you.

You looked up. “Dave?”

“Sorry, you can go first,” he smiled, shrugging and taking a step back, giving you enough room to pass through the door and into the store.

“What are you doing here?” You crossed your arms, tilting your head, and started walking side by side with him through the endless array of clothes.

“I realized I don’t have anything to wear for the party,” he said, glancing around, clearly lost in the ocean of polyester.

“I do too,” you murmured, flipping through a rack of clothes. Then, an idea hit you. If he was gonna be your prince, he might as well be the hottest one. “Hey, wanna let me help pick out some clothes?”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah, sure. That’d be awesome.”

“I’ll pick out something perfect for you.” Taking his hand, you dragged him through the men’s section. You picked up a black hoodie.

“Way too goth,” he shot it down.

A blue shirt.

“Matches your eyes.” you beamed. He frowned. “Damn, you’re picky,” you crossed your arms.

“How about this?” He grabbed a blue and yellow flannel, a cocky grin on his face. “Matches my eyes.”

“Do you only wear clothes like a damn gardener?”

“I’m all about that rustic vibe,” he teased. You grabbed a striped shirt. “Would be great if I was going to my baby cousin’s graduation,” he joked.

You raised an eyebrow. “For someone shy, you sure got quick comebacks.”

“Blame the sitcoms my dad made me watch,”

You laughed, grabbing a handful of clothes and tossing them into his arms.“That. That. And that one too.”

His eyes went wide. “Do I really gotta try all this on?”

“Pretty hurts, baby,” you joked, pushing him toward the fitting rooms. He laughed and stepped inside.

As you waited, you absentmindedly browsed some shoes. Then, the curtain opened.

And wow.

Dave Lizewski looked like a whole new person.

The white shirt and simple jeans hugged his body in all the right places, revealing a surprisingly strong physique. The contrast between his angelic face and the well-defined body was almost unfair. You swallowed. “You…” Words didn’t come. Where the hell had Dave been hiding that body? The basketball guys didn’t even come close.

“Uh… I think I’ll change…”

“No!” You interrupted before he could turn. He froze, surprised. “Sorry, it’s just… I’m speechless. Nailed it. Stick with that.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You think you boss me around?”

“I do,” you whispered, pushing him back toward the fitting room.

“As you wish, ma’am.”

You stood there, staring at the closed curtain, imagining him inside, fumbling with hangers, maybe cussing under his breath. Damn it. He didn’t have the right to be this cute.

Your inconvenient butterflies were interrupted by the soft sound of the curtain sliding along the rail. Dave stepped out of the fitting room, back in his usual clothes, but somehow, something felt different. It wasn’t the loose shirt or the slightly worn jeans. Maybe it was the way he scratched his nose, an automatic habit when he realized he was being watched.He looked at you with a half-smile, his hands on his hips, like he knew exactly what was running through your mind. You laughed softly.

“What?”

“What?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You thought I was gonna let you torture me with your fashion show and not want a little revenge?”

You rolled your eyes, dramatically crossing your arms, but you couldn’t hide how much you were loving the back-and-forth. “Fine, but I get to pick the final look.”

He paused before extending his hand. His palms were warm. You swallowed.

“Deal.”

The exchange of glances lasted half a second longer than it should have before he walked off toward the women’s section. You watched from a distance, laughing quietly as you saw him hesitate in front of the racks, furrowing his brow as if he was facing an impossible puzzle. After a few minutes—way too long for someone who claimed to know nothing about fashion—he returned, holding three dresses carefully draped over his arm.

“Is that it?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbing the clothes and sizing up the options.

“It’s tough to choose. I don’t know how you do it.”

You ran your fingers over the fabrics, feeling the softness of each one. A pink, delicate and romantic. A black one, classic, but clearly way too big for you. And then, the blue. It was almost the same shade as Dave's eyes. Almost. Still, the comparison felt unfair. His eyes were way more vibrant, like a shimmering ocean under the sun.

“You’ve got good taste, Lizewski,” your voice came out softer than you expected.

“I try.”

“You’re so cute. Stay right there ‘til I get back.” You turned and walked toward the fitting room, but you heard a murmur behind you.

“Yessir!”

Turning your head, you caught Dave doing an exaggerated bow before flopping onto the waiting couch, arms behind his head. You laughed quietly to yourself as you stepped into the fitting room. The pink dress looked nice, but the neckline was a little too daring for the occasion. The black one would’ve been perfect... if it wasn’t two sizes too big. But the blue...

It hugged your body gently, outlining your figure without being over the top. The fabric felt soft against your skin, and for some reason, wearing that color, you felt different. Special.

Taking a breath, you slowly opened the curtain, stepping out with hesitant steps. Dave was distracted, staring at the ceiling, but when he noticed you, his eyes immediately locked onto you. He blinked a few times, like he was processing what he was seeing. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“How do I look?” you dared to ask, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of the dress.

“You’re…” Dave opened his mouth, but no words came out. His brain screamed stunning, perfect, unreal, but all he could say was, “Great.”

Great.

The word echoed in your head, hollow and unsatisfying. Great, not beautiful. Burgers were great. Dresses were great. Nail polish was great. You forced a smile, nodding slowly.

“Oh…”

Your fingers went to your hair, twirling a lock around your finger, a nervous gesture you tried to hide.

“I... I’m gonna… wear my clothes. I’ll be right back.”

Dave opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but then stopped. He just nodded, looking away.

“Okay.”

He cursed himself the second the curtain closed. Why didn’t he say what he really thought? Why did he let such a lame word slip when he wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked?

Inside the fitting room, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, sighing. That was the most beautiful and special dress you’d ever chosen. Even if it had only been “great” to Dave. A gift from the sweet guy who was in love with you..

He was in love with you?

No, it was too soon for either of you to be feeling anything. You changed back into your original clothes and stepped out of the fitting room, feeling your steps heavier than before. The silence between you both was strange, filled with unasked questions and answers neither of you dared to say.

As you both walked out of the store, you stopped in front of the entrance, looking down at the sidewalk. “I’m heading home,” your voice came out softer than you expected.

“Me too,” Dave replied, rubbing the back of his neck. But then, his gaze met yours again, and something in the way he said the next line made your heart skip: “Make sure you get home safe. Take care of yourself.”

“I will…” You smiled lightly, about to turn and leave, when something inside you made you stop. Your body acted before your brain caught up, and before you could stop yourself, your fingers grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. Dave stopped immediately, his eyes wide.

“Uh... I just realized I don’t have your number, so I can… let you know when I get home safely.”

His eyes lit up for a moment, surprised. He took a step closer, as if he wanted to make sure he heard you right. “My number?”

“Your number…” you confirmed, pulling out your phone. He hesitated for a second before reacting, pulling out his own phone and dictating the numbers. You typed them in quickly, saving the contact without thinking. Only when you felt his gaze on the screen of your phone did you realize what you’d done.

Dave Lizewski <3

A heart.

A freaking heart.

Your mouth dropped. What was wrong with you?

“Uh… looks cute,” you deflected, shoving your phone back in your bag and pretending you hadn’t just made the biggest romantic idiot move of the day. Dave just smiled, shaking his head.

“Well... I’ll head out now,” you said, taking a step back, feeling like if you stayed one more second, you might do something else dumb.

“Okay. Let me know when you get home,” he said, his tone firmer now.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of genuine concern in his voice. For some reason, it made you feel strangely… protected. And you loved that feeling.

You walked out of the mall with a goofy smile on your lips, walking like you were in one of those teenage romance movies. Your purse swung on your wrist with each step, and everything around you seemed light. But that comfy feeling faded instantly when a chill ran down your spine.

It was weird. Like someone was watching you. Your shoulders tensed, and you tried to shake it off, quickening your pace toward the car.

“Ugh, that’s creepy,” you murmured to yourself, your voice trembling without meaning to.

You hurried, unlocking the car with a click and practically jumping inside. You locked the door right away and let out a heavy sigh, trying to catch your breath.

This is what you get for going to the mall late in a sketchy city.

You started the engine and drove home, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Something was off. You checked the rearview mirror at every intersection, at every dimly lit street, but saw nothing. Still, your chest felt heavy, like it was being pressed by some invisible unease. And then you remembered. That pothole at the start of your street was still being fixed.

Great.

A frustrated groan slipped out as you tapped your heels on the car floor, nervous. That meant you’d have to get out and walk the rest of the way. Taking a deep breath, you swung the door open and started walking fast.

But the farther you went, the worse the feeling of being watched got. You gripped the strap of your bag tightly, keeping a sharp eye on your surroundings. Every shadow seemed darker, every rustling leaf sounded like footsteps behind you.

And then it happened.

A strong hand covered your mouth, pulling you forcefully into a bush. Your heart raced in panic, and you tried to scream, but the palm over your lips muffled any sound. Your body froze as your eyes took in the masked face. Green suit, black mask, a lightning bolt symbol on the chest. Kick-Ass. The superhero from TV. The same one your friends were talking about, the one no one knew if he really existed or if he was just a bunch of crazy people trying to imitate. But it could very well be just a cosplay, right?

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, but you have to promise not to scream,” the muffled voice came through the mask.

You nodded quickly, eyes wide. The second he took his hand away, you sucked in a sharp breath and— 

“HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME, THERE’S A CRAZY MAN—”

His hand came back immediately, muffling your scream. “Quiet!” He hissed, looking around quickly. “There’s a stalker after you.” Your stomach churned. So that was it. That strange feeling, that weight on your chest. Your breathing quickened, but you forced your head to work. He didn’t seem to be lying. If he really was Kick-Ass, that meant he knew what he was doing, right? 

“I’ll distract the guy, and you stay here, okay?” he said, releasing your mouth again. You swallowed hard and nodded. He stepped out of the bush and walked to the sidewalk, and that’s when you saw him. The man standing a few feet away, leaning against a lamppost. His gaze was malicious, full of something sick. 

 “Get out of here, you green stick. There’s nothing for you here,” the man grumbled, glaring at Kick-Ass with contempt. But the masked man wasn’t intimidated. He grabbed the costume bat and took a step forward, his posture becoming firmer.

“You bastard. Go find something to do and leave her alone!” His tone of voice became deeper, more serious. For the first time, it seemed like he really belonged in the role of hero.

The stalker snorted, rolling his eyes, but then his face closed in a dark expression. Slowly, he pulled a pocketknife from his pocket and twirled it in his hand, as if to show off the silver blade under the streetlight. You felt a knot in your stomach, instinctively covering your mouth to keep from making a sound. Kick-Ass didn’t back down, holding the bat tighter. But when he tried to strike, the man was faster, kicking the weapon away.

Kick-Ass stood still for a second, looking from the bat on the ground to the blade in the guy’s hand.

“Dude, we can try to talk,” he started to ramble, backing away with uncertain steps. “Violence’s not the answer to all our questions.”

You snorted. Seriously?

Your heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You couldn't just watch him get beaten! Without thinking twice, you stepped out of the bushes with firm steps, your heels clicking on the asphalt.

"Hey, you idiot." The stalker turned to face you, surprised. Before he could react, you were already in front of him.

Boom.

Hot sauce straight to the eyes.

He screamed, backing away in disorientation, his hands immediately going to his face as he growled curses. “You motherfucking bitch!” he yelled, falling to his knees, writhing in pain.

“Come with me,” you said quickly, grabbing your hero’s hand—who was still a little paralyzed by the scene. You pulled him away from there, always checking over your shoulder to see if the stalker was still on the ground. Fortunately, he didn’t seem in any condition to follow you.

When you finally got home, you practically threw yourself inside, locking the door the second you stepped in, and quickly sliding a chair under the doorknob to reinforce the security. Your breathing was still erratic, and your hands were trembling slightly.

But you didn’t have time to panic. You rushed over to the windows, checking each one, locking them all before heading upstairs to your bedroom. Kick-Ass followed you, shutting the door behind him.

“Look, I’m really sorry…”

“What the hell were you thinking, kid?” You muttered through gritted teeth, yanking off your heels in frustration and throwing them across the room without caring where they landed. Your heart was still pounding from what had happened outside, and now, as the adrenaline slowly wore off, anger started to flood in. “How do you even hit a guy if you don’t even know how to use a broomstick?”

“It was a bat,” he corrected automatically, watching you carefully as he peeled off his pink jacket and tossed it onto the chair.

“Bat, broomstick, whatever. You didn’t know how to use it!” You shot back, grabbing a handful of cotton pads to remove your makeup. Your skincare routine was the only thing that could help you regain some sense of sanity after everything—despite the crazy guy in the green suit still standing in your bedroom.

“I just... I wanted to protect you!” He protested, following your movements across the room until he finally knelt beside you, by the vanity.

“Protect me? I protected you!” You raised an eyebrow, scrubbing your face with the cleansing oil harder than necessary. “And you don’t even know me! How did you even get here?”

“I do know you! We spent the whole afternoon together!” He gestured, looking almost offended by your accusation.

You huffed, wiping your face with a wet wipe before reaching for your moisturizer. “Yeah, me and Kick-Ass spent the whole afternoon together. Just like Spider-Man and Mary Jane. I’ve seen that story before.”

Dave opened his mouth to respond, but paused. His gaze shifted, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment.

“Shit… wait, I’m still wearing the mask,” he muttered to himself before finally pulling it off, revealing his face. You froze. The cotton pad stopped halfway to your face. Your eyes locked onto the guy kneeling next to you. Your jaw dropped.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, jumping back as if you’d been electrocuted. You shot up from the chair, panic creeping in. “Dave Lizewski is in my room!”

Frantically, you looked around for something—anything—to defend yourself. Your eyes landed on a hairbrush, and that was the best you could come up with.

“How the hell are you here?” You screeched, pointing the brush at him in a completely ineffective manner.

Dave simply raised his hands in surrender, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “I’m Kick-Ass,” he pointed to his suit as if that explained everything. Your gaze shifted from his face to the suit and then back to his face.

Now it made sense.

You took a deep breath and lowered the brush, tossing it back onto the vanity.

“Okay,” you murmured, still trying to process everything.

It was then that a soft knock echoed on the door. Your heart raced. “Honey, is there someone with you?” Your mom’s voice came from the other side, tinged with a hint of suspicion.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, your eyes widening as they locked with Dave’s. He panicked. 

“Hide! Throw the blanket over yourself!” you hissed, pointing to the bed.

Without hesitation, Dave practically flung himself onto the mattress, pulling the blanket over his body and curling up into an odd, motionless mound. You took a deep breath, straightened your posture, and opened the door, holding your phone in hand, forcing a natural smile.

“Hey, mom,” you greeted, keeping your voice steady. “I was talking to Erika. We were rehearsing for tomorrow’s project.”

Your mom narrowed her eyes, giving a quick glance around the room. Your hand was sweating, but you kept the innocent expression, silently waiting.

“Just don’t stay up too late,” she warned before finally backing away.

“I won’t,” you promised, gently closing the door—and immediately locking it again. You let out a heavy breath, heart still pounding. Turning, you walked over to the bed, pulled the blanket away, revealing Dave, still curled up underneath it.

“Can I leave now?” he whispered.

You chuckled softly. “No, if you leave now, my parents will know someone’s here.”

He sighed and relaxed his shoulders, looking pensively out the window.

“Do you have any other clothes, or is it just that green thing?” you asked, crossing your arms and studying him curiously.

“I always carry extras in my backpack,” he replied automatically, but then his face went pale. His expression shifted immediately. “Where’s my backpack?”

“Shit, Dave!” You closed your eyes for a moment, massaging your temples.

It wasn’t there. You hadn’t seen it when you came in. It must’ve been left outside. He jumped to his feet, running his hands through his hair in pure anxiety. “Shit, how am I supposed to get my backpack? What if your parents see?”

“Calm down.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm both of you down. “I’ll get it.”

You carefully opened the door, peeking into the hallway. Empty. On tiptoe, you rushed as quickly as you could to the entrance of the house, grabbed his backpack before anyone noticed, and quietly returned to your room, locking the door behind you.

“I got it,” you murmured, panting. Dave sighed in relief, grabbing the backpack and opening it quickly, pulling out a few clothes. You watched him, still trying to process everything.

Kick-Ass was in your room. And he was Dave Lizewski.

What the hell was happening to your life?

“It’s fine. Now stay over there, and I’ll change. No peeking,” you warned, pointing to the other side of the room with a threatening look before heading to the wardrobe.

You quickly searched for something comfortable to wear—definitely not a lacy baby doll. The last thing you needed was to be embarrassed by a clumsy superhero. You changed in record time and, as you turned around, found Dave already in shorts. But there was one detail that caught your attention immediately. He was shirtless.

Your eyes instinctively traced the length of his back—defined, masculine, every muscle shifting as he pulled the shirt over his head. His messy curls were tousled in the process, and the fabric slid down his skin, settling perfectly at his waist, stopping just above his lower back.

Holy shit.

Dave Lizewski was trouble.

“Are you done?” he asked, not turning around, still staring fixedly at the wall.

“Just a second,” you answered, savoring the view a little longer. Your gaze moved from his broad shoulders down to his ankles, passing over his surprisingly well-toned calves. How was that even possible?

“I’m done,” he finally muttered, forcing himself to look away.

“Okay.” He spun on his heels, running his hands down his shorts in a nervous gesture. He was trying to cover his discomfort, but his restless gaze gave him away. He’d never been in a girl’s room before. Let alone one as pretty as you. It was unsettling.

“Shall we sleep?” you suggested, turning off the light and pointing to the bed.

Dave froze. Sleep? Together? In pajamas? In the same bed?

“W-what?”

“Sleep,” you repeated casually, lying down on the large bed and patting the empty space next to you.

“Oh, right. Just sleep.” He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his body as if trying to shake off the tension before lying down beside you. He pulled the blanket up, crossing his arms over his chest, staring at the ceiling as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

You settled on your side, resting your head on the pillow and watching Dave, who remained still, his gaze locked onto nothing, eyes distant and unfocused. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, finally shifting his gaze to you.

“Nothing, you just look weird,” you giggled even more, covering your mouth to stifle the laughter. Dave, inevitably, joined in with a laugh of his own.

“Shhh!” You tried to shush him, but failed miserably when another wave of giggles hit you.

“Shhh!” He mimicked, covering his mouth, which only made the situation even funnier.

It took a few moments for both of you to calm down, your breathing returning to normal. The comfortable silence that settled between you two was broken by your voice.

“Tell me something interesting.”

Dave frowned. “Out of nowhere?”

“Anything,” you insisted, scooting a little closer. “It’s a great way to get to know someone.”

He adjusted his position on the pillow, thinking for a moment. “Did you know there’s a world record for eating the most cockroaches? The number is 36.”

You scrunched your nose. “Gross!” Your body instinctively shifted, and without either of you noticing, Dave’s body moved closer to yours. “Did you know that the older violins get, the better they sound?”

“No, I didn’t. That’s pretty cool,” he replied, genuinely intrigued. “Did you know I can eat 14 hot dogs at once?”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “You just made that up.”

“No, seriously,” he insisted, laughing when you playfully pushed against his chest. You felt his muscles tense under your touch. “I really eat without complaining. My record is like 17.”

“I doubt it,” you murmured, still smiling.

Dave gently took your hand and placed it on the pillow, holding it for a second longer before letting it go.

“You look way prettier this way.”

“Prettier how?” Your voice came out softer than you expected.

“Like this… natural,” he muttered, his gaze lingering on your face before his eyes met yours. “Before, you seemed... I don’t know, fake. Like you were trying to prove something. I don’t know if it was the makeup or something else... But like this, without anything, you look more beautiful.”

His words hit you like a punch. It was true. You spent so much time worrying about your image, trying to maintain a certain appearance, a reputation. But now, lying next to someone as genuine as Dave, that facade felt completely unnecessary. The guilt hit you hard, like a punch to the stomach. You had been playing a game, messing with him. With someone so kind and pure.

You forced a soft smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back, pulling the blanket over his shoulder to snuggle in deeper. “Goodnight,” he whispered, exhaustion finally weighing him down. “Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Dave. You too…”

But sleep didn’t come immediately. Your eyes stayed on him, admiring how peaceful his breathing was, how everything around him seemed to glow just a little bit more. Slowly, your eyelids grew heavier, and you drifted off to sleep—dreaming of that beautiful dream that was Dave Lizewski.

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fic rec friday 6

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

Will and Nico Sitting in a Tree by percyspandapillowpet

Nico rolls his eyes. “Can’t believe I used to have a crush on that guy,” he mumbles, and then immediately covers his mouth. Oh gods. “What—what?” Will asks. “You what?” Nico turns away, burying his face in his hands. “I—I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

this one made me giggle oblivious nico always does. "Like absolutely clueless sons of Hades" yes you tell him will!! will is such a brat w the biggest eyeroll problem in the world i adore him. i know he has literally strained his ocular muscles before

2. (Im)perfect by percysandapillowpet

He was thankful his suit was black, because he was starting to sweat through it. His stomach wasn’t holding up well, either. He hadn’t eaten anything in hours, but he felt like he was going to throw up any second. He stood in the bathroom still, now holding a wet cloth to his forehead. His hand was shaking, causing the water to drip down his sleeve. Why was he so nervous?

i am weak for proposal fics and have been my whole life. 'marriage is an instituation' blah blah blah. its FUN. i LIKE READING IT. and this was CUTE AS HELL. the namebadge especially was the cutest ever touch truly

3. As Long as I'm Getting Paid by percyspandapillowpet

Nico raised his eyebrows, using his shoulder to hold the door open. “Hi. What do you want.” Will smiled, but he shifted his feet. “Can’t a friend just stop by and say hi?” “No,” Nico replied. He then moved to close the door and retreat back into his cabin, but Will lunged forward and caught it. “Wait!”

walking up the scary badass to kill the spider will never not be funny. like yes of course befriending the most dramatic kids in camp will have dire consequences for nico and those consequences will involve waking up at odd hours in the night to do the Dumbest thing possible ever

4. Two Boys, Being Straight, Doing Straight Things by percyspandapillowpet

“Remember, dessert makes her sleepy. She’ll be out by seven-thirty, and we’ll have the rest of the evening to ourselves.” “Fair point,” Ms. Solace says, handing Will and Nico each a pie wrapped in tinfoil. “We can probably hold out til then.” Will glances at the clock above the stove. “One more hour.” He glances at Nico with a grin. “And then we can be gay again.”

i love this fckn series i have to have read it like fourteen times. i love seeing them gay and older and disastrous. and this whole concept of having to pretend to be straight for wills dumbass homophobic grandma will never not be funny

5. Even If It's Forever by @wintersky101

Nico doesn’t like to be touched. Will respects that, of course, even though he’s got a lot of hugs he wants to give him. Sometimes, though, Nico doesn’t mind, and those are some of the moments Will likes best. Or, five times Will didn’t touch his boyfriend, and one time he did.

this was such a soft and wonderful character study. the soft slow build and determined communication...yeah this fic was written with such care and you can tell

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!