#i love when people send asks and say something

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

request for ethan 🤭

reader drunkenly confesses her feelings about ethan to tara or chad or something and then she avoids him the following day bc shes shy or embarrassed, but he totally likes her back (everyone knowsssss)

and it ends in smut or fluff? 😛

ps i adore ur writing! <3

A/N : Hii ! 🖤 Thank so much for your request that I loved doing, this type of idea works so well with Ethan and is so cute 🥰 Also thank you for liking my writing and sending me Ethan’s ideas, it always makes me so happy 💖 Please tell me if I did justice to your request, and you can still send more for Ethan ! ✨

Reader drunkenly confesses her feelings for Ethan to Tara and gets shy about it when in reality, everyone already knows that Ethan feels the exact same way for you.

You were at a party with all your friends, including your dearest one Ethan Landry. You even enjoyed most of this night alongside him and almost only with him as the both of you giggled, talked about anything and everything and held hands to walk through that pool of people to fill your cups. Maybe a bit too many drinks for you it seems as you were now talking with Tara, sitting on the couch in the corner, while Ethan was busy talking with Chad at the other end of the room. You started talking with her about trivial things at first but as your hazy gaze found Ethan, your drunken mind started to change the subject on its own. It has been minutes since you started talking about Ethan to Tara who listened to you with a little smile, your drunken words slowly switched from random thoughts to more precise ones that could easily be directly linked to your feelings for Ethan as you ramble about him with a slurred voice.

« …and you know, Ethan’s always kind to me. The other day, he made sure that my necklace was placed right and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. He also always holds my hand when there’s a lot of people at the cafeteria, a-and he helps me with the homework that I struggle with…and I think he compliments me every morning about some nice details he noticed on me. I t-think I like being with him…maybe…I don’t know. », you stop your rambling for a few seconds in a pout as you think about Ethan with a smile on your face.

Tara looks at you with a knowing smirk. Everybody perfectly knew that you and Ethan were meant for each other…the problem was simple : you were both incredibly blind in this situation. Tara took this situation as an opportunity to move things forward for you both as she asks you, « Do you like him ? Like…do you have feelings for Ethan ? »

Without even looking back at Tara, you swiftly nodded your head at her in a natural admission, your drunken state blurring your mind as your reactions become too instinctive and honest for a moment, « Of course I do…he’s the most perfect guy I’ve ever encountered in my life. »

Tara doesn’t have time to react when your eyes go wide as you realize what you just admitted out loud in front of your friend. Your eyes scan the room in panic in a way to make sure that Ethan wasn’t anywhere close enough to hear that.

You laugh it off and try to make her forget what you just said, « Forget about it, I d-don’t even know what I’m saying. Ethan’s just a friend, a very good friend… right ? »

Tara gently laugh at you as she rubs your hand in a reassuring way, « You don’t sound so sure of that statement, am I right ? »

The next day, you made your best to avoid Ethan at all costs seeing how embarrassed and shy you got when you admitted out loud your feelings for him, even though he wasn’t there to hear. What you didn’t take into consideration was the fact that it was almost impossible to avoid Ethan without acting strange. You both practically spend your entire days glued to each… and now what ? Ethan would have to live without knowing what he did wrong ? The poor boy took the entire morning searching in his mind what he possibly could have done wrong, his puppy eyes looking at you from afar as he seemed completely lost while talking about it with Chad.

« Do you think that I’ve made her mad or sad ? It wasn’t my attention…maybe she didn’t get a good grade with my advice for the math exercises. And it’s true that I was a bit late to pick her up this morning to accompany her to school but still… », Ethan pouts a bit while his legs don't stop moving and his right foot taps on the ground due to the anxiety of not finding his fault in all of this.

Chad just can’t hold his laugh any longer at the sight of his poor friend breaking his mind over you.

« Man, you do realize that you’re better to her than any guy she knew in her entire life, right ? »

Ethan is dumbfounded as he looks at his friend like he hasn’t done anything particular, « I mean, I just want her to be happy and to protect her, that’s all. »

Chad smiles at the pure innocence of Ethan, « Well, I think that’s enough for her to fall in love with a cute guy like you. »

Ethan’s eyes grow even wider at the realization of what Chad just said. Ethan’s voice grows pitched as he talks faster in excitement.

« What ?? She likes me ?? Since when did you know that ?? Did she tell you ?? And are you sure about that ?? Becau— », Chad cuts Ethan’s rambling before he wouldn’t be able to calm him down.

« Hey hey hey, relax, everybody knows that since months ago, AT LEAST. »

Ethan looks at his feet in silence to register how blind he was to your signals, even though he doesn’t know you weren’t better than him on that matter, « Oh… »

Chad tries to cheer him up by poking his side lightly, « Tara told me that your girl was just as dense as you about your relationship, even though it’s clear as day that you both love each other. Come on…do you realize that you don’t go a day without seeing her at least every 2 hours ?? Talk to her about it, I’m sure it will be better for her and you. I don’t even know how you both are able to not jump on each other with how close you guys are. », Chad finishes with a chuckle and a sigh.

After talking with Chad, Ethan is now pretty motivated to find you and finally confess his feelings for you, and it doesn’t take long for him to spot you in the corridor as he successfully corners you against a wall.

You avoid his gaze with a blush as Ethan surprises you with a confidence that he rarely shows, as he firmly yet gently takes your wrist in his large hand to lead you in an empty classroom.

« We have to talk. »

Once inside, Ethan lets go of your wrist and you both stand in front of each other close enough that his fingers still brush against yours.

There’s a moment of silence before Ethan speaks first, his early confidence now starts to fade just a little when his eyes find yours and he starts fidgeting with his fingers to choose his words carefully.

« I-I know why you avoid me so much today and I wanted to tell you something. We’ve been friends for so long and I developed f-feelings that exceed this type of relation, that you perhaps, and I hope so, share as well… I don’t like it when we don’t talk or don’t see each other b-because… I really like you… I-I love you. », Ethan declares to you in such a soft and gentle voice as he opens up and declares his feelings for you.

You look at him with big soft eyes as you chew on your lips when your heart stomps against your chest so loudly that you fear that Ethan can hear it as well. With all the courage you can gather, your trembling hand searches for his to hold two of his fingers. Your voice is shaking but Ethan finds the honesty in it touching as he brightly smiles at you the way you adore.

« I love you as w-well Ethan, far more than you can imagine. »

Ethan’s free hand cups your cheek tenderly as if you could break as he asks you in a silent voice, with his eyes focused on your lips.

« Can I kiss you, please ? »

You nod at him instinctively as Ethan’s mouth presses against yours in a kiss that you desperately craved for god knows how long. The kiss is gentle at first, soft and experimental. Ethan caresses your cheekbones with a featherlight touch as you stand on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss that quickly turns eager with all the excitement and emotions shared between him and you. Ethan’s tongue licks at your lips to ask for entrance as you willingly give it to him without hesitation. Heavy kissing becomes making out when the sound of heavy breathing is shared between your lips that glisten with wet saliva, seeing how messy you’re passionately kissing each other, like you both desired it for too long. Ethan’s hand comes to softly caress your nipples, his touch warm as you moan against his mouth and pull slightly on his curly hair.

Out of breath, you both break the kiss as you look at each other with half-lidded eyes, your lips and his still connected with a thin string of saliva.

Ethan is the first to murmur against your swollen lips, « You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. »

You giggle against his lips out of happiness of hearing something you absolutely agree with, before being slightly startled by knocks on the door.

You look at each other dumbfounded before Ethan reassuringly intertwines his fingers with yours as you leave the classroom still a bit out of breath and with disheveled hair just from making out. Ethan and you awkwardly smile at Chad and Tara who are standing outside the door with knowing smiles at your looks and the way your free hand holds onto Ethan’s arm with a blush. Tara and Chad look at each other with a sigh, « What have we done ? »

Their eyes are back on you both now, teasing you sarcastically, « We don’t want to see you both sharing saliva every 5 minutes, got it ? »

💗 Ethan Landry Masterlist 💗

[deerspherestudios]

Hiiii, I'm sorry if I'm gonna seem mean but I just need to get this out of my head

Why do you always answer coldly to your fans? Like not coldly but dry..I don't know why but every time you respond your fans it just seem like you're annoyed. Like yes I get it a lot of people answer things you already answered before and it's annoying to say the same things over and over, but at the same time they're your fans, someone who loves what you did and someone who appreciates you and your creations. I'm sorry if I may seem mean but it really makes me sad when I see you responding like "if this wasn't obvious enough" or "stop asking me things I've already responded to". Maybe also I'm just really paranoid but I don't know

Hello! I debated answering this privately but I feel like I should address it publicly in case you're not the only one who feels that way.

I'll keep things short above the cut (I address the whole thing below but beware it's a ramble) but just know I will always appreciate people who enjoy my work and give me support regardless; if that wasn't obvious enough <3 /pos /aff /lh

I'm genuinely sorry if it comes off as cold; I didn't even realize my tone could be interpreted in such a way. If it seemed cold, perhaps it was more of me being direct? (I worry that even now I'm coming off as cold when I'm trying to be direct and straightforward!)

I don't wanna get personal but if for whatever reason it did, I never meant my words to hurt people.

As for the phrase, I don't think I say "if this wasn't obvious" that often, but when I do it's more of a "you got it!!" tone rather than,,, sarcasm? But I understand why it might've been interpreted that way.

As for asking people to stop sending questions I've answered, I've made QnA masterlists for this exact reason. I'd just appreciate it if people go through them! Plus an FAQ is an FAQ for a reason.

Understandably people don't have the time to explore through everything on the masterlists, and just want an answer to a quick question. I can't really help with that! If something's been answered it'll be there, and if it's not, I'll add it in.

That's just how I manage my blog and I respectfully ask people to check the FAQs and such before sending me questions I've already talked about, some of them extensively.

At the end of the day, answering questions take time and energy, as silly as that sounds. It's just a Tumblr blog after all, but at least in my case, it takes a lot out of me. But whichever question I choose to respond to I do my best to give my all, including this one.

[sillygoofyqueer]

sorry i send you so many asks i might as well go live in your inbox BUT pangolin!shen yuan is SO CUTE (panyuan? shen yuangolin?), i know he LOVES climbing on wei qingwei's broad shoulders and traveling to the peaks, listening to wei qingwei talk endlessly about all the peak lords and cultivators and their swords.

as a pangolin he has no job or anything so he'd wander off to watch liu qingge train, standing there with his little paws held together in that adorable pangolin way. maybe some bai zhan kids try to kick him and liu qingge immediately punts them to the other side of the field bc everyone knows that if you mess with the pangolins, you mess with wan jian peak, and you really don't want that. or shen yuan goes to qian cao peak to watch mu qingfang work his medicine magics. an ding peak is definitely the best place for treats, esp shang qinghua who just plops a whole bag of nuts and seeds in front of him when he visits.

also he'd hide behind wei qingwei's legs, little claws clinging to his robes like a tiny scaly child whenever shen qingqiu comes by for disciple swords, because that man is intimidating and everyone is so freaking tall when you're only 80 cm long.

shen yuan has also 100% bitten people.

You've actually fallen for my trap that I set out purely to lure you into my inbox and now you're trapped here forever and ever and we WILL be having tea parties every week. Sorry. You're my friend now, that's basically what I'm like with my friends. I've just realised that I'm basically atticwifing you....but platonically. ANYWAY. Shen Yuan absorbs so much information from Wei Qingwei's rambles, even squeaking and offering little sounds to ensure that the peak lord knows that he is listening! While the rest of the sect have gotten used to this little limpet hanging onto WQW, visitors are like "is one of your peak lords actually insane" and the peak lords are like "nah just watch this" and they listen as SY seemingly RESPONDS to something WQW has said with a questioning sort of hum. Shocked Pikachu faces all around. Also, I love to think about a couple of the more spiteful, spoiled disciples of one of the peaks ganging up on poor pangolin SY because they think they're above the consequences of their actions. SY stumbles his way back to Wan Jian Peak, where he is met by WQW. The man is. Very gentle. as he treats the pangolin's wounds. Then he turns his attention to finding who has done this to his precious little pet, and all of the peak lords are reminded of just how scary WQW can be when he has a valid reason to be. The man is horrifying, normally warm and friendly smile wiped completely off his face - instead, there's a scowl. A petrifying scowl that looks out of place on his face. Let's just say that the disciples are very quickly found and...dealt with. Also!! I read the last little paragraph and just...immediately thought of a different kind of panyuan - a little demon type creature that WQW likely took in as a baby because...listen, so what if it's a demon, the shimei on the beast peak said that it's okay because "pangolin-type demons are harmless, trust me bro". This little pangolin baby has a human form, meaning WQW basically has a little baby that is sometimes a pangolin. In human form, he has his little tail and spatterings of scales over his body, and he is just a little GUY. He's just as charming as a little child, peeking out from behind WQW's robes and clinging to him, often just resorting to communicating through his little chirps and squeaks when he gets scared or far too shy for words. He is still taken to literally all of the peak lord meetings, because he's just a little guy, and god forbid anyone finds SY NOT sitting on WQW's shoulders or cuddled in his embrace. Everyone else is, at first, kind of hesitant because bro that's a child get him OUT of our meetings. Then they're hit with the big ole eyes and they fucking crumble.

[bangpop91]

Prompt.

I just want buck to come from a rough shift and cuddle with overdressed tommy. After being intimate he asks Tommy why he was dressed to nines, then he remembered that they had a reservation but he forgot . Tommy just consoles him that it was okay and it is part of the job.

It's had been a hellacious twenty-four hours. All he wants is to collapse into bed, preferably with Tommy, and sleep for the next year.

Tommy looks damn good, he's in the living room dressed way to nice for a night in. But that doesn't stop Tommy from recognizing the harsh lines of exhaustion wheing down Buck's body. he doesn't know if it's the way Tommy takes his work duffle tucking it into the closet right next to Tommy's or the way Tommy folds him into his arms.

"Evan." Tommy says his name, and it's like a cold glass water on the hottest day of the year. He clings to the back of Tommy's nicest suit jacket as he buries his face into Tommy’s neck. Tommy smells like something woody and sweet. It doesn't matter he lets himself be grounded by the smell of Tommy's cologne.

They are four episodes deep into Kitchen Nightmares, curled up on the couch under a weighted blanket. Tommy's polished boots have been toed off and placed next to the side of the couch, his suit jacket has been discarded and the sleeves of his nice button up have been rolled up.

Buck is currently doing his best to get Tommy out of that very nice dress shirt, unbuttoning it as he trails kisses down Tommy's chest, nuzzling the thick hair there. Tommy's head is tipped backwards as he moans over Gordon Ramsey cussing out an incompetent chef when Buck licks over Tommy's nipple.

Oh fuck!

Buck sits up suddenly. He blushing and stammering as Tommy looks at him confused with kiss swollen lips.

"We had a date, the reservation as that nice restaurant, I'm so sorry Tommy. I can't believe I forgot. I will make it up to you, I promise." Tommy kisses him before he can continue on with his shame ramble.

"Darlin, you just had the shift from hell. And there is no way you would have been able to enjoy the restaurant with how tired you looked. I don't care that the plan changed, and you absolutely do not have to make tonight up to me." Tommy is holding his face, forcing Buck to meet his eyes so he can see not just how serious his boyfriend is, but also how much Tommy loves him, that he's just as happy here on their couch as he is on a fancy date. Tommy clears his throat, his smile getting small and nervous.

"There is something I wanted to do tonight at the restaurant. But we aren't really fancy dinner people." Buck laughs, batting his eyelashes at Tommy.

"You don't have to take me out on a fancy date for that. I'm a sure thing, Babe." Tommy is the one laughing now, as he slips one of his big hands, that Buck is a little obsessed with, into the pocket of his slacks.

"Evan!" Tommy laughs with fond exasperation. "Thats not what I was talking about." Tommy is still laughing as he pulls a small black leather box out of his pocket. Insde the box is a thin gold band. "I wanted to if you will marry-"

"Yes." He blurts out making Tommy laugh.

"Let me finish!" Tommy exclaims happily, scooting closer to Evan on the large sectional sofa. "Evan Buckley, will you -let me ask you- Will you marry me?" Theybare both laughing too hard for a big speech, and Buck is too impatient for one anyway.

"Yes." The laughter stops as Tommybslids to ring onto Buck's finger, and soft, tender kisses are exchanged.

I am so sorry it took me so long to answer your prompt! My day at work yesterday was crazy so I hope this was worth the wait, tha k you for sending me your prompt.

[boytearscore]

why can’t i hate you? — matt sturniolo & chris sturniolo.

summary: being best friends with chris and nick meant the world to you, it also meant you had to deal with their brother’s hate, rudeness, eye rolls, mean comments and coldness all the time. but that didn’t bother you, in fact, it was actually always a pleasure to annoy the shit out of him constantly.

warnings: swearing, enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, love triangle (not threesome), toxic behavior, angst, comedy, possible smut and of course, strong female lead.

taglist: @sleepysturniolo, @soshere, @spideylovin, @calisturniolo, @ilovecheese09, @ncm9696 , @klaus223492, @freshloveforthefit (thank you so much for the support, girls 💋)

author’s note: girls, i’m really sorry for the sudden disappearance. i had work plus lots to deal in life and a bad situationship that ended horribly, so now i have more time and i’ll be back with more updates. this is the next chapter of “why can’t i hate you?” and matt is gonna spill some secrets, stay tuned. hehe.

chapter four.

after finally getting home, you went to bed without checking your phone. chris was still sending messages and you also saw matt’s name on the notifications. but considering the earlier events, both matt’s and chris behaviour, you needed time to think before talking to them. you hated acting out of emotions, people hurt each other in the heat of the moment and that could possibly lead to a cycle end and to be honest, even though chris was suddenly acting like a fucking possessive person, you didn’t want to lose him.

eventually, you fell asleep hugging one of your pillows with a hundred thoughts in mind.

it’s monday, you got up late and went to work in a rush. only having time to take a kick shower and brush your teeth. at this point, you had 30 messages and since there was literally no time to actually read them, you just drove to work in completely silence. half of your brain was a war, the other half was completely calm, thinking in a racional way. the problem is you’re not being able to balance those two things like you usually do.

the day was extremely slow and stressful, some clients had a lot of questions and repeated them multiple times, so you had to explain over and over with your mind already full of thoughts.

you didn’t have lunch break either, a way of coping with an overflowing mind was throwing yourself in work but when was time to go home, your whole body was rigid and in pain.

you went home driving slowly, still in complete silence but your phone starts ringing.

“not right now, chris.” you whisper to yourself rolling your eyes but after a quick glance at the screen, you see matt’s name.

after thinking for a bit, you decided to pullover to answer the call, something inside your heart told you to.

“hi.” he says, and you look at the sky trying to keep your mind clear.

“hey…” you reply, but he doesn’t say anything for a while. with frowned eyebrows, you ask. “did you meant to call someone else?”

“no, it’s just…” you hear a loud sigh. “do you wanna meet me somewhere? we need to talk.”

“um, i’m almost home.” you said, pondering if that was a good idea. “wanna meet me there?”

“good, i’m already here.” you heard him say and before you could answer, he hang up.

you drove faster, but safely. nothing could take the thoughts out off of your mind, the memories from last night and the theories of what matthew could possibly have to say.

the thing is, no one messes with your head when it comes to mixed actions. especially men. they were all like that, you just assume what’s going on in their head and they act all surprised because you’re usually right. and until days ago, you knew matthew. you knew by the way he reacted to your teasing, every single thought he had. but after last night… everything is a blur, you don’t know what to think, you have no control over your emotions, you can’t even say no when he asks to meet you out of nowhere in such a hard day.

before you noticed, you got home. no one was there which made you confused but not surprised, maybe he left after getting impatient? that’s so him.

after parking the car in the garage, you slowly open the door entering still confused. everything was dark and before you could touch the light switch, someone grabbed you by the waist, turning you around. your heart skipped a beat, you grip the person’s hand and twist it with a quick move, making them face the wall.

“hey, hey. it’s me, matt!” he gasps, yelling.

your eyes widen, staring for a second at the back of matt’s head. “the fuck are you doing? how did you get inside?” you ask firmly.

“the spare key, under the plant…” he’s out of breath, almost moaning in pain from your grip. “nick told me.”

you roll your eyes, letting matt’s hand go and buffing. “that kid needs to shut his mouth.”

he sighs, massaging his wrist and biting his lips. you observe him, the way he’s sensitive to touch. the lack of sleep and rest probably got to you because wide things went through your mind.

“don’t ever do that again.” you tell him, throwing your purse on the couch and taking off your blazer. matthew is staring at you without saying anything. you raise a brow.

“what?” you ask and he looks away, scratching the back of his neck.

“nothing, it’s just… you look different wearing that.” he says still not looking at you. “usually you dress like a homeless person.”

“you came here to talk or tease me?” you ask with an annoyed face and he chuckles. that was the first time you heard his little laugh or saw a smile that wasn’t mean on his lips.

“sorry, i…” he finally looks at you, staring at your eyes while leaning against your living room wall. “can i ask you a question?”

the girl looks at the blue eyed boy for a few seconds, confused. what exaclty he could possibly be so curious about and why is he being so… different?

“go on.” she says, taking her heels off.

“do you have a thing for chris?” his voice is low, but loud enough for her to hear. he holds his breath, trying hard not to punch himself for being so stupid.

“why?” she raises a brow, walking to the couch and sitting there, crossing her legs with a nonchalant and calm face.

“you can’t answer a question with another one.” he rolls his eyes and heads to the couch next to hers, sitting calmly.

“i never thought about it.” she replies his question honestly, she really didn’t think about it until the day before when the whole thing happened. “he’s my best friend, i look at him and see my soulmate.” she notices a certain discomfort on matt’s face but decides to ignore it and continue her thoughs. “but not in that way.”

“not what it looked like yesterday.” he says before thinking, internally screaming at himself and she tilts her head again, laughing. “what’s so funny?”

“what’s with you, matt?” she asks him, frowning.

“what do you mean?”

“if i didn’t know you i’d say you’re jealous.”

“bullshit, and you don’t know me.”

“then why?”

“what?”

“why do you care if i’m into chris or not?”

he avoids her penetrating gaze for a few seconds, maybe for a full minute and knowing he couldn’t escape the question, he finally looks at her again.

“because i can’t allow it to happen.” he says firmly, clenching his jaw.

if she was confused before, now the girl was puzzled beyond words and thoughts.

“you think i’m gonna hurt chris? because i would ne…”

“that’s not why.” he interrups her, his eyes telling her more than his words. “i can’t bare to see you with him, that’s all.”

“why?”

an urge to get up and walk towards him washes over the girl’s body, she goes almost in slow motion and matthew follows her steps without blinking.

“why?” she asks again, now right in front of him. he’s looking up at her, his jawline is clenched and his hands are gripping his jeans.

“because…” he whispers, his voice cracking and she bends over facing him closely, matt lets out a sigh with her breath hitting his face. “because if you can’t be mine you won’t be his either.”

[edgeray]

@chucapybara I love you, these are amazing. Stop making me want to write this.

Imagine that streamer arle! And streamer! Reader are in a pre-established relationship. Whenever one walks into the other's stream, the camera angle is too low to see their face, but they suspiciously sound like that one streamer...

(They both completely forgot to mention that the other are their partner.)

Reader doesn't stream the same games that Arlecchino does, so they don't stream together a lot at first (and by stream together, they're in the same discord call, but not in the same room because one of them hasn't moved in to the other's house.)

But as both of their channels grow they start streaming with each other more, and people definetely start shipping them at this point. The two are indirectly flirting with each other over stream and people definetely notice.

(They watch these compilations and laugh at them. One time they're chatting and somehow some ship art or ship fic is brought up and they look at it, and laugh at it.) Reader tweets after the stream for any links of ship fics or x Reader fics

Arlecchino says nothing about their relationship because she doesn't care. Reader says nothing because they think it's funny.

Arlecchino and reader confirm their relationship after nearly a year of being together when Arlecchino forgets to end the stream when she asks over call 'Wendy's or Chipotle for tomorrow's date?' Safe to say Twitter (I refuse to use X but it's a stupid name) lost their shit.

Whenever they're playing with anyone else, Arlecchino and Reader will always be together. They started embracing their own ship name as their duo name.

Arlecchino is blatantly nicer to Reader than anyone else.

While I see Arlecchino as the type of person to own a tarantula, alternatively I think she could also own a bunch of jumping spiders. Jumping spiders are really easy to take care of (since they're so small) and come in a lot of different variations (they also have personalities).

I too think that Arlecchino would be really good at horror games (she finds them boring since they're not scary to her), though they're not her favorite. Her favorite types of games (I think, I can't really think of any others she'd like) is FPS games like COD, Apex, Ultrakill, or Valorant maybe. I'm not too well-versed in FPS games but she seems like she'd like something skill-based with strategy and fast-paced/action-packed. Movement shooters, if I wanted to get specific.

I don't remember if I said this, but I will out of pure indulgence. She sucks at sandbox games or sim games. Get her into a Minecraft world and she'll be questioning why she can't mine diamonds with a stone pickaxe or why she's dying (because she's starving to death, drowning, or suffocating). Arlecchino can be a girlfailure sometimes, but Reader still loves her for it.

Anyways if you like these or want more thoughts feel free to send asks :) or asks regarding other works of mine is cool too.

Ik the cringey Gen Z in me is literally trying to claw through the bars of my mind because why the fuck do I want to write a video game streamer! Arlecchino. These are very incoherent and nonsensical thoughts bc I am tired.

Bro, in the most deadpan voice after getting destroyed by some kid: "Well. That's not very skibidi of you 😐"

Her fanbase only has two sides: thirsty for her, or is desperately clinging onto every paternal advice and praise that Arlecchino didn't even know she had said

"Chat, why do you keep calling me a dilf. What is that."

Has children. She does not know of it, even when CatMagacianBoi sends her a donation message saying "I think I failed my math test :(" and she starts on a whole rant about how failures is okay, and it's one step closer to success and that your setbacks will never define you. Has paused stream to teach someone how to tie their tie.

Wears fucking cat ear headphones. Until someone gifts her a custom made headphones with rabbit ears

Is actually really good at games when she tries. Is also terrible at sandbox games. (I can go on a whole rant of how I think Arlecchino will be like in Minecraft).

Another streamer colleague (Tartaglia) suggested she streams herself reading fanfictions of herself. (Never again. Ever seen a grown woman get traumatized over stream?) "What does the tag 'x Reader' mean?"

Does lots of charity streams, especially for orphanages.

Guys I'm actually in need of some crack ideas, I'm going insane.

(Maybe Arlecchino x streamer! Reader 🥺 fic? Mayhaps a slow burn where they basically unknowingly stream their e-dates?)

[schoenpepper]

Midnight pumpkins and mirrors

Intro: A countdown to midnight, when the dark mirror can finally send you back to your own home. Tick tock, Cinderella!

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, not proofread, angst-ish, reader is yuu, open ending, gory descriptions just a bit

A/N: This one's a little longer than the others, but hey, a finale's gotta be grand, right? Happy birthday to my baby darling sweetheart babygirl love of my life Jade!!! and floyd too ig idk. The extras will all be posted at 6, I just have to link them up so if you want a working navigation system, maybe wait til 6:15 or something. Taglist will start after this event.

Masterlist

Jade's Birthday Countdown

Extras: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

[2:00 pm. 10 hours to 12.]

“Y/N! There you are, I’ve been looking for you.”

Now that’s a voice you don’t hear everyday. You take a deep breath in preparation for his bullshit and swivel on your heels. Crowley seems happy as he waves his cane and the thick tome in his other hand, decorated with jewels and black velvet. “I have excellent news!” he exclaims, and you ready yourself for yet another task to fulfill in his name, “I’ve found a way to send you home!”

…That was not what you expected him to say.

There’s happiness, of course. You miss your parents, your family. You almost miss normalcy. There’s a little bit of relief, as if your soul itself is sighing that finally, you could go home. But more evident than all of those feelings is your heart falling to your stomach—so heavily weighing you down with such little words. Because as much as you miss your family, you have family here too, right? You belong here as much as you belonged in your old world.

But it’s not like you can choose to stay. 

This isn’t the place you’re supposed to be, even if it feels right.

You’re weak, and you’re magicless, and you stir up so much trouble and danger on a daily basis unlike you’ve ever known. But earth is all you’ve ever known. Crowley waves the book again, right in front of your face, as if to pull you back down to reality. “I’ll set the coordinates in the Dark Mirror. At exactly 12 am tonight, the portal will open, but until then,” his smile widens, “my benevolent and kind self will allow you to say goodbye to your friends. Just remember to be there at 12, okay? It’s very difficult—almost impossible—to open a second portal, so don’t miss this chance.”

Right. Don’t miss it.

You’ll say goodbye. And maybe, leave your boyfriend and Grim for last.

[2:30 pm. 9 hours 30 minutes to 12]

Heartslabyul always smells like roses and baked goods. You hate to interrupt the gathering, but you wave to your friends with a small smile on your face. Even if you’re devastated, you need to seem happy. Because it’s right to smile. Because it’s right to be excited to go home.

“I’m leaving.”

Ace and Deuce seem confused, questioning you about it, Cater’s eyes are wide with surprise as he drops his fork back onto his plate with a loud clatter. Trey is quiet. But Riddle looks like he immediately understood what you meant, an expression of hurt on his face.

“Where are you going?” Deuce asks.

“Home.”

The silence is deafeningly loud.

“I came to say goodbye. Thank you for taking care of me.”

You can’t even find it in yourself to look at them as you walk away. Riddle, Cater, and Trey were like your older siblings, while Ace and Deuce were the first people to befriend you in this strange place. At this point, they’re already a part of you. 

It feels like your flesh has been ripped out, your organs trailing behind you as you walk out of Heartslabyul.

[3:00 pm. 9 hours to 12]

The sun is beating down on your back at Savanaclaw, and you push through despite the tears running down your cheeks and the sweat dripping down your back. In any case, you’re soaked. Ruggie sees you first, and he drags you over worriedly to Leona.

“Oy, herbivore, who did this to you?” Leona sounds so harsh even when he’s gently wiping your tears away with a handkerchief.

Ruggie is folding laundry, watching you, and Jack is patting your back as you sob.

“No one,” you hiccup.

“Then why’re you crying so much?”

“I’m sad,” you mumble, and Leona rolls his eyes. Still, the lion beastman takes you into his arms and hugs you tight.

“That’s a stupid reason to be crying.”

“Leona,” it hurts, but it has to be done, “I’m leaving. Forever.”

Your trek to Scarabia is accompanied by an echo of growls and the vivid illusions of animal ears pressed flat in an instinctive sadness.

[3:30 pm. 8 hours 30 minutes to 12]

There’s a distinct lack of music and confetti and frills when you step foot into the decorated dorm lounge of the Sorcerer of the Sands. It seems like the whole place and all its occupants are entranced in gorgeous dreams, with a lot of students napping on the carpets like cats. Jamil and Kalim are sitting at the corner of the room with a small tray of snacks, the former stitching a piece of cloth and the latter staring hard at a textbook. The sunny red-eyed housewarden positively beams when he notices your presence, and Jamil has to tug on his arm to remind him not to wake up the sleeping Scarabia students.

“Y/N! Want a cracker?”

You deny Kalim’s enthusiastic offer and sit down.

The happiness seems to drain right out of him when he notices your eyes swollen with tears. “Kalim, Jamil,” you take a deep breath. The day’s already tired you out enough, but it hasn’t numbed you to the point that you could so easily do the thing you set out to do. “I’m here to say goodbye.”

There’s a look of quiet shock and disappointment, but Kalim’s sadness is loud.

You can still hear it as you leave the desert.

[4:00 pm. 8 hours to 12]

Rook already knows. Of course he does. You can tell.

He’s looking at you with a scarily blank expression, as if he’s trying his best not to let his emotions leak out of him from the very moment you stepped into the grandeur of Pomefiore. Epel is standing beside Vil who was sitting elegantly atop his throne. The atmosphere is one of an execution.

But it’s unknown who holds the ax.

“Rook said you had something to tell me?”

“Something to say to all three of you,” you correct him, “I’m here to say goodbye. Crowley found a way for me to go home.”

As expected, like most of your other friends, Vil and Epel stay silent at your declaration.

“Wait,” the beautiful housewarden signals, “let me pack you a few things to go.”

Epel chimes in with teary eyes that he forces back, “I’ll grab you some apple juice that you can take home with you.”

[5:00 pm. 7 hours to 12]

You walk into Ignihyde with your arms stuffed full of self care products and apple snacks and juice. The halls are empty as usual, so you make your way to Idia’s room and kick at it gently to make noise, sniffling. It’s opened by Ortho.

“Y/N L/N! What a nice surprise,” Ortho pulls you in, and you see Idia passed out on his bed, almost suffocating underneath a pile of blankets, “I can wake him up for you if it’s urgent.”

“Um, I can wake him up myself.”

You sit down on the mattress.

“Idia,” you poke at his face, “wake up. I’m here to say goodbye.”

“Mmh…where are you…going…?”

“Home. Forever.”

His golden yellow eyes flutter open, expression blank as he looks at you sleepily. “Forever?”

“Forever.”

[6:00 pm. 6 hours to 12]

By the time you get to the castle of Diasomnia, you’re already lugging a high-tech suitcase around. In it are the things that Vil and Epel forced on you, while Idia passed his favorite anime figure into your hands and told you to take care of it well. Ortho gave you the suitcase so you didn’t have to walk around with an armful of stuff.

To be honest, you dreaded this goodbye almost as much as you hated it when you had to give your farewell to Heartslabyul. If only because Malleus had also become one of the most important friends you’ve had in this place. And he has no other friends besides you. It’s less that you’re fearful of his reaction and more worried about this strange fae companion of yours. With you leaving, who would come on long walks with him through abandoned ruins in search of gargoyles? Who would patiently attempt to teach him the ways of modern technology?

It can no longer be you.

In any case, only Lilia takes it well.

You feel like shit when Malleus is looking at you with teary eyes, like a puppy abandoned by its owner. Sebek doesn’t make it any better when he’s yelling at you for making his liege upset. Silver is looking at the floor, but you can see the tension on his shoulders and the harsh grip he’s keeping on his mug. Lilia smiles at you so joyfully and it’s the only one you’d seen all day.

“We all say goodbye someday,” he takes you in an embrace, “yours is just a bit earlier, hm? Go home. Your parents must miss you a lot.”

You nod.

Green lightning crackles in the distance as you walk back to the mirror.

[6:30 pm. 5 hours 30 minutes to 12]

Ramshackle is quiet. Even the ghosts seem to have realized the severity of your situation—shying away from you and the tears that haven't stopped falling since several hours ago. You leave the suitcase at the door and head towards your room.

Grim’s taking a nap.

“Grim,” you whisper as you wake him up, cradling him in your arms, “I have something to tell you.”

“Hench human?”

“I’m leaving.”

You leave for the last dorm with your suitcase and scratches littering your arms, your shoulder soaked with the direbeast’s tears.

He promised to meet you again in the Hall of Mirrors before 12.

[7:00 pm. 5 hours to 12]

Saying goodbye to Floyd and Azul was okay. It wasn’t any harder than saying goodbye to any of your other friends. Still, they share a look with each other that you take as a warning to yourself.

You sit down at one of the tables.

Floyd promises to drag Jade over.

Azul picks up an apron and a notepad to help run orders.

“I was given a sudden break,” your boyfriend sits beside you with a grin after a few minutes, “and I was wondering what you told Azul that made him so willing to cover for me.”

You take his hand.

And take a breath.

And still, you don’t have enough courage. Not yet. You give him a smile past tears that blurred your vision, and he worriedly wipes them away. “What’s wrong?” he asks softly.

“I’ll tell you,” you press a kiss to the back of his hand, “but will you spend a few hours with me? Let’s just…cuddle, maybe.”

Jade agrees and pulls you to his room.

[8:00 pm. 4 hours to 12]

It feels so warm within his embrace. Draped in his blankets, wrapped in his arms—it feels right.

[9:00 pm. 3 hours to 12]

“And there’s a special flower that’ll bloom on that day. Will you come with me to see it?”

“...Maybe not.”

“Then I will take many pictures for you. And perhaps bring one back as a specimen.”

[10:00 pm. 2 hours to 12]

“My parents have mentioned wanting to meet you. Could you spare me some time for the next holiday?”

“They want to meet me?”

“They do.”

“What did you tell them about me?”

[11:00 pm. 1 hour to 12]

“I have to go.”

The smile fades from Jade’s expression. He holds on tight to your wrist, speaking lightly, “Where are you going? How long will you be gone?”

He’s so unreasonably perceptive.

“Why are you unable to make plans with me? Do you wish to end our relationship?”

You don’t want to.

“Y/N. What are you hiding from me?”

But you must.

“Jade,” you break out into sobs, “I’m going home. I’m never coming back. I’m so sorry, I just, I wanted to spend more time with you. Just a little more time.”

There’s anger in his eyes, disappointment and shock and irritation. He’s so scarily still. Until he lets your wrist go and turns away. “Then leave,” he says quietly, “I bid you farewell.”

[11:10]

The lounge is already closed.

[11:20]

The roads are deserted.

[11:30]

The Hall of Mirrors, however, is crowded. You see all of your friends waiting for you, some smiling, some sobbing.

[11:40]

You hug Grim to your chest. You can’t cry anymore. All your tears are dried up.

[11:50]

“Not even a second thought? I tell you to leave and you do?”

You freeze when Jade enters the hall. He’s still in his dorm uniform, unchanged from when you’d whisked him away from work hours ago. You can say that he’s mad, but more than that, he looks so hurt. Not a single person says anything as he walks towards you.

[10 seconds]

“Were you lying when you said you loved me?”

“No, Jade, I love you—”

“Just not enough to stay?”

[9]

“I have family waiting for me. My parents are waiting for me!”

“And so you betray my trust. You leave me behind.”

[8]

“I can’t stay.”

[7]

“Or you don’t want to.”

[6]

“Jade, I don’t want to leave you.”

[5]

For the first time since the day you met him, Jade Leech seems to be crying. He doesn’t acknowledge the tears as they fall.

“Then don’t leave.”

[4]

“Please…just stay…”

[3]

“I’ll give you everything.”

[2]

“Stay with me. With us. I beg you.”

[1]

[whoreformattsturniolo]

False allegations C.S

I decided to join NNN cause angst and fluff fics don’t get enough love over here. this is my first fic so please dont judge how bad it is. (also english isn’t my first language so please excuse the grammar mistakes 👍🏻)

warnings:ED, breakup,mentions of smoking and alcohol addiction,crying,heartbreak

summary:chris gets sent a video of y/n cheating on him. what happens when he leaves without asking for an explanation?

Y/N’s POV:

I’ve struggled in relationships for years. I’ve never met a guy who treated me right. always cheated on,no guy has truly been loyal to me. i always turned to drinking and smoking as a salvation to my horrible love life and I’ve accepted that I’ll never find true love. that was until i met Chris.

me and chris have been dating for 2 years. our anniversary is in one week from now and i couldn’t be happier. we met through mutual friends and we started dating a month after we met. we’re always together wherever he goes i go too. we even moved together which was shocking for everyone since he’s so attached to his brothers. he cooks me breakfast almost everyday helps me clean the house buys me flowers every week and always shows me off in front of everyone and i could not be happier.

everything was going fine until this morning i woke up and chris was nowhere to be found.

that was strange because he never leaves the house without a text or note saying where he is and why he’s gone. i call matt to ask him but the number goes straight to voicemail. that’s strange??? i call nick next and it says that the number has been changed. what the hell is going on????

i get up from bed to notice that half of chris’s wardrobe is missing. where the fuck did this idiot go?? i walk in the kitchen to find breakfast made and alot of things gone from our house.

i decide to eat breakfast then drive to matt and nick’s house to see what happened. i brush my teeth do skincare sit down eat and head out the door to their house.

i pull up and ring their doorbell. nick opens and his face is disgusted the second he sees me. i’m confused by his expression but still go to hug him “hey-“ he steps back. “leave right now i dont even know how you have the audacity to show up considering what you did.” i stare at him in confusion. “what are you talking about nick. where is chris why are all of your phones turned off??” he rolls his eyes and gets his phone out of his pocket. “lemme show you something that will refresh your memory”

he starts showing me a video of the club i was at and 2 people all over each other. i notice that the girl looks similar to me and stare blankly. “nick what is this?” he looks at me with wide eyes “i should be asking you that y/n. yeah we know you cheated on chris at your cousins birthday party with some random guy. how dare you do that right before your guys’s 2 year anniversary??? get out of my porch and never show up again.”

he slams the door in my face and i start tearing up. i get in the car before anyone sees me and drive home. i didn’t do it that wasn’t even the club we were at why wouldn’t they listen to me i would never cheat on chris i love him to death. fuck this hurts.

after getting home i fall into my bed and cry for hours. i don’t do anything besides crying staring at my ceiling and sleeping for days. after a couple of days i decide to call the one person that’s closest to the triplets other than me. madi.

i call madi and she picks up after 5 rings. “madi please listen to me i didn’t cheat on chris i have proof but nick wouldn’t listen to me.” i start talking before madi starts speaking “y/n how dare you do that i can’t believe you’d cheat on chris after everything he’s sacrificed for you.”

“madi listen to me. i didn’t cheat on chris i have texts and my cousins can prove that i didn’t cheat. i’m literally sending you the proof right now please listen to me i’ve been crying for hours i can’t lose chris he’s the only important person i have left everyone hurt me.”

madi sighs before she opens everything i sent her. pics videos texts everything from that night.

“i believe you. i’m so sorry for turning against you and not believing in you. the triplets are back in boston so we can’t even talk to them.” i break down even more. he’ll be gone for a month and i won’t even be able to talk to him. “oh.” is all i say before i say bye and hang up the phone. i hug my pillow and sob even louder than before.

i lost him. i lost the only person worth waking up for. the only guy who made love worth it and not something insufferable. the only guy who went out his way to show me how much i mean to him and how much i’m worth fighting for. i continue crying until i fall asleep because of how tired i am.

2 weeks later…..

i wake up to loud noise in my room. i open my eyes to see my cousin next to me. “y/n you have to get out of this depression episode and try to move on. why fight for a guy who didn’t even hear you out and moved out without explanation??? he obviously isn’t worth it.”

“andrea you don’t understand. he was the only thing keeping me alive. he was my reason to go. the only reason i was laughing and happy was because i had him in my life. he saved me in ways no one ever did or will. i can’t live without him these last 2 weeks have been literal hell. no one besides you and madi believe me.” i break down again and bury my face in my hands. andrea hugs me tight and holds me until i calm down a little bit.

to say my house has been a mess would be an understatement. trash everywhere. smoked out cigs on the floor wine bottles everywhere. i shouldn’t be this much of a mess but i cant try to get on my feet even when i try. chris took me out of this exact place just to bring me back again.

andrea grabs my arms and lifts me off the bed. “get up we’re cleaning the house and going out for a cousin’s day out. i can’t stand seeing you like this.” i didn’t have a choice so i got up and showered and put on new clothes. i cleaned the house with tears in my eyes i can’t stand not having him here this house is nothing without him. we go out and i smile for the first time in weeks. everything is a little bit better but i still can’t believe he’s gone.

i get back before i notice madi sent me a picture. i pick up the phone and right when i pick it up i drop it the floor. chris hugging another girl. i stare blankly at the ground as tears start streaming down my face.

he moved on that fast without even listening to my side??? 2 weeks ago he was telling me i was the love of his life and now he has a different girl in his arms. i slam my phone down and curl up and cry to sleep.

chris’s pov when he found out:

i wake up to see jade had sent me a video. me and jade used to be in a friends with benefits situation before we realized we weren’t meant for each other. she still tried flirting with me but i kept shutting her out and focusing on my lovely gf and hopefully soon to be wife. i love this girl more than life i wouldn’t imagine my future without her and my brothers there.

i check my phone and to my horror it was a video of y/n making out and grinding on a random guy. at her cousin’s birthday party too. the party where she was texting me non stop. i drop my phone and turn to her side to see her innocently sleeping. how could she do this to me??? after everything we went through together she cheats on me??

i pack my stuff and my belongings that mattered most and head out the door. matt is already here waiting for me. before leaving i make her food because no matter what she does i knew how important eating was because of how much she struggled with eating before we met. i leave the house and go over to my brother’s house.

we get on a flight the next day and plan to stay in boston for a month. y/n showed up yesterday but nick kicked her out. when i heard her voice i broke down. i faced my worst fears did things out of my comfort zone for her to throw it down the drain??? and to think she loved me haha very funny chris which girl ever loved you for y/n to ever love you.

2 weeks later….

me nick and matt have been in boston for 2 weeks and these two weeks have been the hardest time of my life. waking up every day wondering why y/n isn’t by my side or with me. she has tried to reach out to everyone but no one answered her. she even tried to get madi involved to help her out but it didn’t work. i don’t think i could ever forgive her after this. my heart is completely shattered and my trust in anyone is gone. matt and nick have tried to get me to leave the house but have failed since i’ve been a crying mess 24/7.

one night i wake up to jade calling me. i pick my phone up “what do you want i’m trynna sleep.” “chris listen i have something to tell you but please dont kill me. it’s about y/n.” i rise off the bed. no matter how much i couldnt stand seeing her i’m still worried. my heart still worries for her no matter what id rather go to hell and back than have someone/something hurt her.

“what is it.” “remember that video i sent of you of y/n making out and grinding with a random gu-“

“get to the fucking point jade” i start to get irritated now. “well that wasn’t y/n it was one of my friends. i wanted to see if you would break up and realise i’m better for you than she ever was-“

i cut her off. “you did WHAT??” “you fucking bitch. you ruined my relationship with the girl i was planning on proposing to because of what? jealousy? never contact me again.” i slam my phone down rub my face in my hands. i left my girl because some bitch was lying to me. i can’t believe i chose to believe someone else over the woman i wanted to marry.

i run to the living room. “i’m going back to LA right now.” nick turned to face me “what are you talking about chris?” “jade just told me the girl in the video wasn’t y/n and that she did that to make me jealous. i have to go back to LA and see y/n i cant believe i believed some girl over my future wife” “your future what?” “nick i was planning on proposing to her on our anniversary don’t you remember???” nick’s eyes went wide. “do you still have the ring?” i swallowed loudly. “of course i do i wouldn’t wanna marry anyone else.”

i go back to my room and book the first flight i could find to LA which was at 3am. nick and matt will stay another week but no way in hell i’m staying another minute without her.

3 am rolls around and matt drops me off to the airport. i get on my flight an hour later and call madi in the meantime to make sure she’s in touch with y/n. she tells me y/n hasn’t left the house until andrea made her go out and that the house was in horrible condition. my heart broke at that. my poor girl. all this because i chose to believe someone else over her.i call an uber and it takes me straight to her house. it was pouring rain in LA which was suprising because it hardly rains here.

i ring her doorbell and stand outside. she slowly opens the door. “madi i told you i don’t want to see any-“ she freezes when she sees me before she starts tearing up. the moment she opens the door i drop to my knees hugging her legs and sobbing “i’m so sorry my love i’m so fucking sorry for not listening to you and making you go back to this horrible place again. i promise to never do this again please just forgive me i can’t live without you.” i keep sobbing into her legs.

she lowers herself to my level and grabs my face kissing my tears away. “i forgive you but i’ll still need time to recover. i couldn’t live with the thought of you never wanting to see me again.” she sobs as she looks at me in the eyes. “i’ll always be here i’m not going anywhere.” i grab her arms and stand up before squeezing her into my chest.

andrea comes behind y/n and throws a spoon at me before i duck. “woah woah calm down” “you better have apologized to her you moron she barely got out of your bed.” “i did and i’ll continue to show how sorry i am everyday till she forgives me fully.” i kiss her head and bury my face in her hair.

“ok love birds i’m leaving you alone. if you do some bullshit again i’m throwing a knife next time.” i laugh before taking my suitcase to our room. the room smells of cigarettes. “how much did you smoke in here it stings.” i don’t mind the smoke i used to smoke too but i know y/n never smoked in our room before this. “sorry i was not in the right place so i didn’t even care to smoke outside.” she looks down as i kiss her cheek. “don’t feel bad baby i don’t mind. now let’s cuddle and watch gilmore girls again.” she turns to me and flashes me her beautiful smile. as i see her smile i realize i’d never want to be anywhere besides here with her smiling at the stupidest things ever as she hugs me.

we watch gilmore girls for awhile while she lays on my chest asleep. i smile and kiss her head “i love you so much pretty girl happy 2 years.” i feel her move her head before she places a kiss on my cheek and goes back to sleep. fuck this girl drives me crazy.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this. I love writing so I hope to continue this NNN with alot of works. I cried a little writing this cause Y/N’s character is mostly based on me and how I deal with things so please don’t do what Y/N does 🤞🏻

also I read a similar story to this a year ago but I cant for the life of me remember who wrote it. if you find out somehow please tag them so I can give credits. I love you all so much enjoy your sunday afternoon/evening you are loved.

[mickeym4ndy]

utterly wild to me that Mickey and Monica never met.

Cuz like, he'd prob be as indifferent towards her as he is to Frank.... until Ian is diagnosed and then Monica is just a big reminder of what could happen to Ian if he stops treatment etc. And her manic episodes would have such similar energy to Ian's that it would be so painful for him to watch...

Ooh yea Mickey and Monica is an interesting thought. I think she’d like him. Monica is in general really nice to people and isn’t outwardly cruel, and I feel like she’d be sooo excited to meet Ian’s boyfriend and just want to be his friend or something.

But yea I think Mickey would hate her tbh, if we’re thinking in a world where they met after s5 (bc I do think he’d be generally indifferent to her before that like u said). I think it would be more about her treatment of Ian than anything else though. Like I think Mickey would struggle with her because her episodes would be a reminder of Ian’s, but I don’t think he’d hate her for that. It would just worry him.

I think he’d hate her because of the shit she’s put Ian through. He’d hate her because he knows she’s the one that got Ian involved in dancing at the clubs underage, because she’s the one who left Ian and endangered him repeatedly, because she’s the one who gets Ian’s hopes up only to leave again, because she took Ian away from his family when he needed help, because she convinced Ian that he didn’t need help, because she was the one that caused Ian to push him away, because she had him living in a crack house and getting with older guys when he was underage and did nothing to stop it.

I think in an alternate reality where Monica had lived, Ian would always end up wanting to help her because how could he not? And Mickey would really struggle to understand it. He’d be like “look at what she put you through she doesn’t deserve u constantly doing this for her when she won’t help herself.” I think it’s easier for him in canon to understand Ian’s love for her since he never met her, but if he had, he’d probably struggle with Ian and Monica having a relationship because she caused Ian to leave him in the first place and she’s put him through hell. Which is interesting because Mickey has a loyalty to Terry that Ian can’t understand.

Ian really struggles to understand why on earth Mickey would have any loyalty to Terry, the father that abused him and made his life a living hell. But still, Mickey has a need for Terrys approval and a loyalty to Terry that he can’t explain. And Ian clearly does not understand it, yet he has such a love for Monica despite everything she put him through. (Obviously the situations were different, but they both have love for their abusive parent they can’t let go of). And (in this reality) Mickey struggles to understand Ian’s loyalty to Monica, even though he himself has a loyalty to Terry.

If Monica had lived, it would’ve been really interesting to see Mickey and Ian try to navigate all that. Ian hating that Mickey still has a relationship with Terry and that he does so much for him, while he himself still has a relationship with Monica. And also Mickey hating the fact that Ian does so much for Monica and has a loyalty to her, while he does so much for Terry and has a loyalty to him.

If u ask me, Terry’s death actually could’ve been a chance for them to explore this in canon. Would’ve given Ian’s coldness towards Mickey after Terry died more meaning and actually made it make sense. Like maybe he’s complaining to Debbie because he can’t understand why Mickey would miss Terry and Debbie says “well don’t you miss Monica?” and it could’ve gone from there.

Again I know Terry and Monica are very different. Monica’s abuse is more of a byproduct of her behaviour, while Terry actively chooses to abuse and terrorize his kids. But the way their children view them is similar, so it’s interesting.

thanks for sending this! apologies for the long answer lol

[bumbldee]

Uncle Nikoli Au

Where Gristol was also mind wiped and was implemented into the Aquatos

As usual, read under cut for more ramblings. (send an ask if you wanna ask anything i love rambling)

PERSONALITY

Suprisingly very similar to how he is in canon, he comes off as pompous and egotistical, but it's mostly pretend to hide how insecure he is. Despite his pride, he cares deeply for his family and is somewhat of a people pleaser. Unlike the rest of his family, he downright just denies the existence of Psychics, but likes to humour them.

Fucking loves eggs, esp boiled eggs

RELATIONSHIPS

Absolute Mama's boy. Does everything he can to curry her favor.

Difficult relationship with Augustus, who he believes is the favored son, where Augustus thinks he is too pompous. He is on good terms with Donatella however, as they enjoy discussing about ideas for upcoming acts.

Seen as the silly uncle and somewhat respected by his nephews and nieces, however they aren't afraid of making fun of him. He let's them get away with a lot due to his spite for his brother.

TIMELINE JUNK

Alternating from events of the original timeline, Gristol was abandoned by his family when they fled + Lucrecia was his god mother. Ford was concerned due to reports of how Gristol was coping, and out of guilt he reconditioned Gristol, along with Agustus into believing Lucrecia was his mom, Agustus was his brother + forgetting about his old life.

Didn't get the Aquato prowess for acrobatics or strenchiness, was relegated to other jobs like creating props, concessions or sometimes clown duty (which he refused to do unless absolutely necessary). Very insecure about this.

A year before the start of Psychonauts 1, he began traveling the world due to feeling alienated from the family, like Nona he started feeling off, as in something was "missing" in his life. He would send post cards from where ever he was and might've done some marketing hehe

He comes back to stay with the family when he learnt Raz got into the Psychonauts, saying that he wanted to rest after traveling for a year and to support Raz's joining of the psychonauts. His family however does find his behavior quiet odd after traveling for so long.

He does definitely visit Grulovia during his travels and does figure out about Maligula / his past, problem is i don't know HOW he handles it, some ideas:

His care for his family outgrows his curiosity, he comes back but ignores what he learns, however Delguionists recognize that he is the missing heir to Grulovia's throne, they follow him to his family and research.

He secretly begins to work with Delugionists, because he feels betrayed and that he was "robbed" with wanting his throne back.

Has no interest in the throne , does research himself to get rid of Maligula, probably uses his stay with the family as an excuse to get close the Psychonauts to gain further information.

Either path, he is still absolutely shaken by learning about all this (obviously). He never forgives Ford but is confused on how to feel about Nona.

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

I feel like Horikoshi left so many things open for bkdk's relationship and it doesn't sit right with me tbh. We didn't even get a proper talk between them after everything, which is kinda strange to think about. Between this and the off-screeing of their handhold, I feel like the writing feels really underwhelming and unresolved. I cannot understand how Hori was satisfied with this. I hope that we will get new content and resolution in vol 42 maybe, but I don't want to hope and then ending up being disappointed at the end.

Hey anon, I'd like to ask you something.

Did you send this message to me, bakuhatsufallinlove, because you wanted to hear what I had to say on the matter? Me, individually, as a person whose opinion you might respect or be interested in knowing?

Do you read my blog? Are you familiar with what I write about? Or did you just stumble upon a total stranger talking about both bkdk and volume 42 and decide to fire off this ask, which doesn't contain a question, but rather your own negative opinion I am supposed to respond to somehow?

I'm not trying to be mean, but I really want to know. I feel like it's a trend that people who are unsatisfied with the ending go around randomly telling other fans how much it sucks with very little prompting. Maybe you want to be dissuaded from your negative opinion, but it doesn't come across that way, nor do you seem interested in why other people might like it.

I loved the ending. When I said the only thing I wanted was a bkdk handhold, I meant it.

We got a hospital scene where Katsuki cries about how he can't bear the idea of a future without Izuku.

We got so much build up showing us how comfortable and at ease with each other they became after DvK2, which suggests they have reached a point of understanding where words may be unnecessary for certain things. The things that did still need to be said were said.

We got a finale that told us Katsuki dedicated nearly a decade of his life to making sure Izuku could be a hero the way they always dreamed about as kids, and now they can be together.

If you are going into the release of Volume 42 having not appreciated any of that, I genuinely don't think you are going to be satisfied with any extra content we get. And I'm sorry for you in that regard, but I don't feel that's something I can help you with.

[mattsturniolosswife]

<*♰ A VAMPIRE'S LOVE <part two>

summary - when you find a boy stumbling outside your house, your kind heart just needs to let him in and help him, but you'd soon find out that this night wasn't the end of your interaction with him, but the beginning of something, even if it becomes messy.

warnings - nothing really

a/n - sorry I didn't post this yesterday like I planned, I was really busy and didn't get to edit it but now it's good to go . I hope your enjoying this series so far!

this fic is inspired by @samandcolbyownme 's vampire matt fic.

The house is quiet, and you’re curled up in bed, your mind still spinning from the events of last night. Despite the impossible things you’d learned, despite the frightening reality of Matt’s existence, you’d fallen asleep thinking about him, replaying his haunted look, the sadness in his voice. You told yourself it was a one-time encounter, that it would take him a while to trust you enough to come back.

So when a faint sound—something like a soft breeze—makes you look toward your window, you’re surprised to see a shadowy figure there, illuminated only by the pale light of the moon. It takes your brain a moment to register who it is.

“Matt?” you whisper, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.

The figure steps closer, and when his face comes into view, he’s watching you with a small, amused smile. “Mind if I come in?” he asks, as if standing outside someone’s second-story window at night is the most normal thing in the world.

You nod, stunned, and within a second, he’s slipped inside, moving with a fluidity that leaves you momentarily breathless. He’s dressed in dark clothes, blending seamlessly into the night, but there’s something lighter in his expression—a warmth that wasn’t there before.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, voice still hushed with surprise. “I didn’t think I’d see you so soon.”

Matt leans against your wall, hands in his pockets, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that sends a thrill down your spine. “I figured I owed you a little more than a quick explanation and an apology. Thought I’d show you more of what I am.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, both anxious and intrigued. “More?” you ask, pulling your blanket up around you like a shield.

He smirks. “You look scared. I thought you said I wasn’t a monster.”

You swallow, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “I don’t think you are. But that doesn’t mean I know what to expect.”

Matt chuckles softly, pushing away from the wall and walking over to stand by your bed. “How about this?” he says, and before you can blink, he’s across the room again, his movements so quick they’re a blur.

You blink, mouth falling open as you process what just happened. “Did you… just use super speed?”

His smirk widens, and he shrugs as if it’s nothing. “One of the perks. I can do a lot of things, see things from far away, hear sounds most people can’t hear.”

You watch him in awe, your curiosity overtaking any lingering fear as you get up out of your bed and stand at the side of your bed. “Can you show me more?”

He hesitates for a moment before nodding, glancing around the room. “Alright,” he says, “but only because you asked.” In a heartbeat, he moves again, so fast that it feels like he’s vanished. Then, he’s right beside you.

The sudden proximity leaves you breathless. You didn’t even see him move, and yet here he is, his face inches from yours, his gaze intense.

“See?” he says, his voice soft, barely a murmur in the quiet room.

Your heart pounds, and without thinking, you reach out, resting a hand on his arm to steady yourself. His skin is as cold as you remembered, but now, it feels almost comforting, a strange reminder of everything he’s revealed to you.

But then, your balance shifts, and before you know it, you’ve slipped forward, falling against his chest. He catches you, his hands gentle but firm as he steadies you.

“Easy,” he murmurs, his voice low. You look up, feeling the press of his chest against yours, the coolness of his skin contrasting sharply with the warmth rising in your cheeks.

And then, without fully realizing how it happens, you’re closer than before, your eyes meeting his as an undeniable tension fills the air. His gaze shifts to your lips, and before you can second-guess yourself, you lean in, closing the gap.

The kiss is tentative at first, soft and exploring, as if you’re both testing the waters. His lips are cool, yet there’s an intensity behind them that leaves you dizzy. You feel his hands settle at your waist, steadying you as you lean into him, your heart racing as the kiss deepens.

After a moment, you both pull back, breathless, the weight of what just happened settling over you. Matt’s gaze is still intense, but there’s something darker there now, a flicker of doubt.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks quietly, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m… not human. I’m a monster, Elliana. I don’t think I belong in your world.”

The words hang between you, a painful confession that cuts through the charged atmosphere. You see the self-loathing in his eyes, the belief that he’s something to be feared. But you can’t help the overwhelming feeling that, despite everything, you trust him.

Reaching up, you gently brush a strand of hair from his face, looking into his eyes with all the sincerity you can muster. “Matt, you’re not a monster. I wouldn’t be here if I thought you were.”

For a moment, he just stares at you, his expression unreadable. Then, as if your words have broken through the walls he’s built, he leans in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one filled with a deeper passion, a fierceness that takes your breath away. His hands pull you closer, and you feel yourself getting lost in him, in the strange, exhilarating sensation of kissing someone who’s both familiar and otherworldly.

You don’t know how much time passes before you pull back, your face flushed, your breaths mingling in the space between you. You look at him, seeing a vulnerability in his eyes that wasn’t there before, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’s not as monstrous as he thinks.

And for a long, quiet moment, you sit there together, savoring the connection between you, a fragile yet undeniable bond that neither of you can ignore.

The quiet moment between you and Matt stretches, a delicate connection humming in the air. His cool fingers linger at your waist, and you almost forget where you are, lost in the look in his eyes. But then, his gaze sharpens, his head turning slightly, like he’s listening to something far beyond the walls of your room.

“Your mom’s awake,” he murmurs, voice so low it’s almost a whisper. “She’s coming this way.”

Your eyes widen, and you pull back slightly, glancing nervously toward your door. “How did you—”

“Heightened hearing,” he explains, smirking a little. “It has its perks.” Then his expression softens, and he reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I should go.”

Before you can respond, he leans in, pressing a quick, gentle kiss to your lips—almost too fast to register. His cool breath tickles your skin, and then he’s gone, slipping out of the window with supernatural grace, leaving you feeling like you’ve woken from a dream.

Just as you’re catching your breath, the door creaks open, and your mom pokes her head inside, her eyes scanning the room.

“Honey?” she asks, sounding slightly puzzled. “I thought I heard something in here.”

You force a smile, doing your best to seem casual despite the way your heart is still racing. “Oh, um… it was just me moving around. Knocked something over.”

Your mom narrows her eyes slightly, as if trying to gauge if you’re telling the truth, but then she shrugs, her expression softening. “Alright, as long as you’re okay.” She pauses, glancing around the room one more time. “But try to get some rest, okay?”

You nod, mumbling a quick “Goodnight,” and watch as she finally closes the door behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet.

Once she’s gone, you lie back in bed, staring at the ceiling, a small smile tugging at your lips. The room feels a little colder, a little emptier without Matt there, but the memory of his kiss lingers, warming you from the inside out.

As you close your eyes, you can’t shake the feeling that tonight was only the beginning—and that whatever comes next, you’re ready for it.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 < @sturnobsessedwh0re @etherealval @stvrnmc @matts-myloverboy @hellokittylover4life

@s1ut4chris @gwennybenny >

[baphmochii]

I'm gonna share my personal opinion on Sal as a dominant partner.

Sal is a very awkward guy, however I personally see Sal as a soft dominant that can get a bit rough at times. I think it's fine if some fic writers wish to depict our prosthetic wearing man however they want, hopefully not in the worst way. I've obviously written smut of Sal being rough when it comes to sexual intercourse with the reader, I genuinely think Sal would be a bit shy at first but I think if his s/o like.. wanted to try it rough, I think Sal wouldn't mind trying out some rough sex with his s/o and I think he'd feel okay knowing they're okay with this too, if that makes sense? I can understand why most people wouldn't agree with this depiction of Sal, I respect that, the reason I'm making this post is to justify my posts of Sal Fisher.

In my opinion:

Despite my writings so far, whether some Sal Fisher simps like my writings or not. I'm gonna continue writing whatever I please. If you want my thoughts, I think Sal would be a kind, gentle and supportive lover to his s/o. I think Sal would be the dominant partner in his relationship with his s/o and in the best ways too. Sal would make sure his s/o takes care of themselves too like reminding them to hydrate, brush their teeth, getting enough rest, etc. and he'd reward them with affection (ex: kisses, snuggles, etc). Of course, Sal will always give affection to his s/o any way. Sal would do anything for his s/o regardless of anything.

When it comes to sex, I think Sal (again) is a soft dominant guy in the bed, he'd be very attentive to his s/o's needs while they're making love. Yes, I do think (as I've said before in this post) he can get rough, maybe homeboy feels good and he wants to make his s/o feel good too, man. I do know my writings don't make what I'm saying look good but hey.. don't judge me. I will be writing some soft sex with soft dominant Sal, I just like writing him how I.. I guess vision he would be or something like that? I respect if people don't agree with me or necessarily enjoy how I write Sal in my works so far.

My goofy goober ass is just thirsty but I also wanted to share some hot and steamy stuff ft. my handsome prosthetic wearing husband. I will continue writing stuff like that but I'm going to be working on some other stuff involving Sal, I'll also try to work on stuff from my inbox's. I promise y'all I'm not ignoring the asks, I often forget to check my inbox plus I'm also just busy with work and I'm extremely exhausted. Aside from writing same with art, I've been exhausted due to work.

I'm also not being rude I genuinely just wanted to write/share something so y'all don't think I'm fucking dead.

[hella1975]

hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

[gutsfics]

FINALLY I DRAW SOMETHING!!!!!!!

some Joseph, both young (around 1980 i'd say, when he was traveling w Stan a few years before the portal incident) and old (~2017, now an art teacher at Westchester High). i like to think the first one is a picture Stan took of him while they were traveling and the second one is his staff photo at WH. the more things change the more they stay the same. i might give em backgrounds and foregrounds to look like that

he's had that jacket since the 70s. real leather will last you.

no glasses alts + the first sketch below

[little-whats-her-name]

"I can't hear you over the sound of the eight billion glasses and plates clinking, and the very high possibility that I'm going to lose my job, and the fact that everyone at this charity dinner hates me but we have to act nice to each other, and the weird lighting in this room, and these fucking Spanx!" - Katherine Hastings, probably