#it's giving someone says he like somebody else in front of your crush and you don't want them to think you're unavailable

[gayofthefae]

Hey remember when Ravi mistook Ana for Eddie's wife and Eddie looked over at Buck?

I do.

[suguann]

✎. he’s nice. well, that’s what everyone’s been telling you.

tags. fem!reader, mild dubcon, possessive and obsessive behavior, simon is an excon, non-linear narrative for future chapters [18+ only]

part one | part two

He’s always been a little obsessed with pretty things, even as a child.

It only makes sense that the habit would follow him into adulthood.

He sees you once while he’s walking by the bus stop. A timid thing wrapped up in an oversized sweater and parka coat, not looking up from the little book in your lap until the bus stops before you and takes you away.

The next time he sees you, he makes sure to come a few minutes earlier, lighting a cigarette and keeping his distance while he watches you read the same book from the day before. Simon knows it’s you, the girl from the letters, even if it’s a big city. It has to be—his pretty, lonely, silly girl.

He thinks about walking up to you just to make sure, but he doesn’t really need to. The address on the envelope brought him here, and you’re the only one he’s seen wearing a university sweater in this neighborhood.

But when he hesitates too long, a boy starts talking to you, and he watches you smile at somebody else.

Simon runs his thumb over his bottom lip and takes a deep breath to fill his chest with the soothing feeling of menthol and the burning taste of nicotine, trying to relax his white-knuckle grip on his steering wheel. 

You’ll learn, he thinks, when the bus drives off, and the boy doesn’t follow you on. He’s a patient man—it’s possibly one of his finer qualities.

He lets his car idle as he climbs out before crushing his cigarette bud underneath his shoe, straightening his black tie, and crossing the street. The boy sees him and freezes, but Simon can only laugh, wiping blood off his cheek several seconds later.

You’ll learn.

He’s nice.

Well, that’s what everyone’s been telling you. But nice, you've learned, can mean any number of things: a nice laugh, a nice house, a nice job, et cetera.

But how he holds himself—tall, broad, and dangerous—hardly screams nice.

It’s funny because you don’t remember seeing him around the office before—the company, including IT, occupies only four floors in the building. 

Someone tells you he’s a friend of a friend. This initially sounds odd until Rose, the office gossip, says he’s someone rich who helps fund the company's social events. Hence, the crisp suit and the wide berth of space you’d give someone who wields their smile like a weapon. 

You quickly look away twice when you find that smile aimed at you, heat traveling up to your hairline at an alarming rate.

It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s not your type. 

“Enjoying the party?” 

You nearly jump out of your skin at the deep voice so close to your ear. Careful not to spill your drink, you turn your head to find him smiling down at you with a sharp curl of his mouth.

Then he’s in front of you, eyes dark and crinkling in the corners.

“Uh, yeah. It’s not bad, though,” you squeak nervously when you realize you haven’t answered him. “It’s different from what I’m used to.”

He raises an amused brow. “Oh? And what might that be?”

He’s intimidating up close, and you take a small sip of your drink to ease your nerves. “Well, no kegs or trashy music playing, and boys with egos bigger than the room.”

The man lets out a low chuckle as he considers your honest reply, and you swear you see something ripple across his features, but when you blink, it’s gone. “I suppose that differs from top-shelf liquor and live bands, huh? Which is better?”

You shrug. “Well, it depends on who you ask.” 

“I’m asking you.”

“Honest answer?” 

He nods. 

“Neither. I don’t really care for parties.”

“Then it’s quite unfortunate that you found yourself at one tonight.” He seems privately amused, in on a joke you have no part of. Then he says, “You want to get out of here?”

“I probably shouldn’t follow a stranger home,” you tell him bashfully.

“That’s very responsible of you. Then how about I get you a drink? There’s a hotel across the street, and the bar’s not shit.”

You bite your lip, and his big, warm hand is on the small of your back before you say anything. It must’ve been written all over your face like he knew you would say yes.

He’s ever the gentleman, unlike most boys your age. Though, perhaps that’s the difference. He isn’t a boy—nothing about him can hardly be described as such. This fact becomes a bit overwhelming and more evident once he has you on your back, thighs nearly up to your ears, and held in place by a firm, intricately tattooed forearm.

His smile—almost too sharp to be nice—makes your chest do this silly thing when he says, “Let’s play a game.” 

You whisper into the night air. “What kind of game?”

“It’s simple. You tell me yes or no.”

Your brows furrow, unsure of the rules of the game. “But—”

The slap against your cunt isn’t harsh, but it’s the suddenness of it, how no one has ever thought to touch you like that, is what makes you squeak and tremble underneath him—the rings on his fingers sharpening the sting—trying to scurry up the bed, but hindered by his iron grip.

“Yes or no?”

“Y-yes.”

“There’s a girl,” and then his fingertips drop down to where you're slippery-wet and sensitive, moving in hard, tight circles until you're clenching down on a curse between your teeth. "Messy little cunt."

It's too much, you think when he plugs two fingers (feeling like three of your own) into your pussy. The muscles in his shoulders roll as he shoves his fingers in and out, batting your hands away when you try to get him to slow down. Too much, too—

“It’s not. I want you to cum like this,” he says, teasing, nudging your clit with his thumb and swirling it in tight spit-slick circles; you have no choice but to chase that bright light feeling until you cum, sticky and sweaty. 

Just like he promised you would, your orgasm is a shivery thing, molten heat, incandescent, settling in your veins until it pours out of you like liquid wax against the scratchy hotel sheets, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, his fingers curl up and press into where you’re soft and tender.

He smiles. “This is fun, isn’t it, love?”

“I can’t,” you whimper, not exactly answering him. “No more, please.”

His eyes, already pupil-fat, go dark at hearing you beg, nostrils flaring. Please, the key for the small amount of mercy he grants you as he replaces his fingers with his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to your clit and lightly sucking it into his mouth. His lips are just there, and then they’re gone.

“Say it again.”

Your response is a wet little hiccup at the back of your throat. “W-what?”

“Beg me.”

“Please.”

“Again,” he says one more time.

“Please, please, please…”

It’s all you can think to say, strung between that dreamy space and reality, that you don’t even notice him flipping you onto your tummy with ease, not until the light in the room is blotted out as he leans over you. He wraps a hand into the scruff of your neck and presses your face into the bed, the other tucked under your hips to keep them at the right angle—held down with nowhere to go.

He leaves biting open-mouthed kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck—Simon—he manages to tell you his name from one little bruise to the next. Somewhere between the buzz in your ears, you hear him telling you that he wants you to moan it for him, nice and loud.

The haze clears a little, however, at the metal clink of a belt and the sound of a zipper coming undone before you feel his cock prodding you open—raw, without a condom.

“There you go. Lay there, and just—just give me what I fucking want,” Simon rasps as if you could actually move with his hands pinning you in place. 

There are many things you should feel: scared of his words, trapped by the rings digging into tender flesh, by his thighs forcefully pushing yours apart. The red flags look more like flashing lights at this point.

Instead, you feel wanted—your walls tighten around his cock, fluttering, pulling him deeper inside, letting him turn you inside out. A small smile buried into the pillow.

[sonotkari]

Tiny Bits Of Love

Kim Minji x Fem Reader

[ Synopsis ]

Your nonchalant looking seatmate was the last person you expected to get answers on what love was. Maybe they were more than sticky memo pads.

Fluff

[ Word Count ]

1.3k

[ a/n ]

Another random idea popped out at midnight + written in a short span of time + w/ rush + without a single thought in mind so heads up! Yes this isn't the one I spoiled heck I don't even know if that's gonna be published lmao Casually dropping this and dissapearing again /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

To lonely nights craving for love, dis for u bae <3

It is said that first impressions are made in the first three seconds of your interactions. "She looks scary" was yours the moment you laid eyes on your seatmate, Kim Minji. Not like the rest, laughing on whatever topic they were chit-chatting around, she was quietly sitting on her seat looking in front without a thought. She looked so nonchalant and you, who were usually― no, always surrounded by loud lively people, it wasn't helped when you felt unease, glancing at the girl with a straight expression on her face. She almost looks like that one emoji with a straight-lined mouth. And that may be your second impression of her. But as they say "Third time's a charm" or you weren't really sure whether that was the right phrase to imply but still, it felt something like that at your third impression of Minji which changed very differently from the previous ones. You were right all along at the fact that lively people always surrounded you and that thought became stronger at each smack you earned from her laughing her ass out beside you. Minji was far from nonchalant. She laughed at anything and everything whether it was that one crappy joke the History teacher made or those lame dad jokes one of your friends would yell out. Always smacked someone's shoulder while she was bursting out laughing with whatever she found funny. And if we're going straight to the point here, you fell in love with the girl.

You weren't getting at first why you felt so happy and giddy as well when she was, or why seeing her smile looking your way even if it wasn't her intention to make your heart pound like crazy but later on your friend was the one smacking the shit out of you laughing because apparently, you were dense. "Y/n, don't you get it? That's love… You're in love!!" and that was the moment everything sank in. Love. You've already heard that term a million times if not a billion times throughout your life. You've seen the movies, read the books, and been there on the sidelines when your friends fell in love with somebody and needed support. You had a few crushes back then but come to think of it, you just liked them because everybody else did, not knowing how the feelings worked. Nodding and responding with a hum every time the other girls would coo about these boys saying "He's so cool/handsome" every 5 seconds. But now thinking of Minji, it makes your heart pound and wonder why or how she makes you so happy with small things like linking your arms while walking down the hallway or sitting beside each other at classes you had with her. So this is love.

And now that it sank into you what love was, well not maybe entirely but at least you understood what it felt like to be in love, the next thing you know you were pouring it nonstop on Minji. Giving random gifts like cream puffs you bought because it reminded you of her or strawberry lattes which was her favorite drink of all time with a memo note stuck on it with short messages written like "Have a great day" or "I'll see you again later" which you could've just texted to her anyways but there was just something about taking your time to write them. The way Minji would rush at you with a smile while holding those memos thanking you every single time was definitely making you fall for her more. Her smile, her laugh, every single thing she does, you find it all cute adoring her every second, your eyes refusing to tear out from the sight of the girl. Minji's face was the one you'd instantly notice in a crowd, she was the one you'd always find for every short or long period break, and her existence was the only thing you'd look forward to at school. It came to the point where you couldn't hold on to your feelings anymore and firmly placed a letter on Minji's hand on her way home without making eye contact, doing your best to voice out words despite your flustered state. "Read it when you get home. Alone!"

A letter might've been too much, you really didn't know since everything was a first-time experience. But knowing you'd stutter in an instant if you confessed to her face to face and not being able to tell her your feelings because of it, you'd rather write it all and be thought of as cheesy or whatever than regret not being able to tell her properly. All your worries were washed away when you saw her the next morning with a beaming smile on her face, telling you straightforwardly: "I like you too"

That was exactly 4 years ago and now, you were organizing things, deciding which item goes to which box since you and Minji were moving to a different apartment soon. Even if it was hard to throw away, you had to get rid of things that you won't need for the future because securing space was a very big deal when it comes to apartments. So there you were looking through every stuff making sure you wouldn't take anything unscary with you, until you came across a small box. You don't remember seeing it before so it was probably Minji's. "Love is this yours?" Looking back at her putting some of her stuff inside boxes, Minji turned your way as she slightly lifted her black-framed glasses. "Oh yeah, that's mine…!" Half surprised, half excited, she quickly went your way and sat beside you carefully taking the box from your hands as if it was the most venerable thing. "I almost forgot about this" "What is it??" Curiously shifting your gaze from the box to Minji, she flashed a smile before slowly opening the box. Not noticing what it was at first but then, you out a loud gasp as you took a thing out of the box, examining it with a surprised expression. "You still had this!?" You say as you look at the yellow sticky pad with the memo "Have a great day" written in bad handwriting.

There were a couple more inside the box and looking at them one by one reminded you of the days back then. "You kept it…? But they're just memo pads…" "No…" Minji softly murmurs, looking down with a glimpse of affection at the memo pads you were holding. "They're more than memo pads. They're reminders of how much you cared and thought for me back then, before you gave this to me" She pulls out a familiar small brown envelope. "Oh my god, Minji!?" You excitedly squealed as that envelope was the love letter you shoved her in a rush 4 years ago. Scooting over and sitting between Minji's legs as she wrapped her arms around you getting comfortable, you re-read the whole letter with grunts and nose scrunching in cringe along the way. "God, this is so embarrassing…" Minji outs a soft laugh while she rests her chin on your shoulder, probably also re-reading your confession to her, feeling the nostalgia and rewinding all the memories at the back of her head.

Looking back at the box and what it contained inside, your eyes grow bigger every second seeing that Minji kept all the trinkets, bracelets you made her to match, receipts from when you both went out shopping all day, weird-shaped key chains you used to find cute back then, little notes you'd pass at each other during class while the teacher wasn't paying attention. "Literally everything…?" Feeling your girlfriend's embrace tighten on you and her face buried probably because she got a bit embarrassed that you found her little treasure box, you felt the overwhelming sensation of affection wash all over your chest as you smiled looking back and trying to face Minji who would look anywhere but your eyes. "Of course, I kept everything" She finally murmured with a sheepish smile. "Every single thing represents the tiny bits of love we have for each other"

Minji fixes her black-framed glasses again before looking at you full of adoration in her eyes.

"That's how I have you in my arms right now, yeah?"

creating a memory box is one of the best things

[cheeseceli]

I'll be waiting

Pairing: idol Bang Chan × Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, friends to potential lovers, fic (1.6k words)

Prompt: "Even ten years from now, if you haven't found somebody I promise I'll be around. Tell me when you're ready. I'm waiting"

Warnings: for a short moment there's a bit of unrequited love, happy ending tho. Mentions of insecurity back to the trainee days.

A/n: the longest fic I've ever done, I'm kinda proud of it ngl

Patience might be Chan's biggest virtue, he thinks to himself. By seeing where he's right now and where he was ten years ago, he smiles. He couldn't agree more with that statement.

2014

He still remembers the first time he saw you.

Monthly evaluation. At this point, Chan should already be used to this whole process of the trainee life. However, that day felt particularly depressing to him. Hopeless, he would say.

He had found out that JYP was about to debut a new group. A girl group. And as much as Bang Chan tried to be completely happy for his friends who could finally try and debut, he had to admit he was somewhat jealous. Four years of training and he felt like he was heading towards nowhere.

Still, he tried to practice. He sang the song he would showcase so many times he reached the point of not even feeling the words leaving his mouth. He was so lost he also didn't notice the presence of someone else in the practice room. That is, until you clapped.

Chan turned his head towards you, low-key surprised. He recognised you as the child of one of the Got7's staff. He couldn't remember your name though. He doubted he even heard it at all.

"Sorry" you finally spoke. Your voice was pretty "I'm looking for my dad. Your voice is very beautiful though. You're doing well." And with a thumbs up you went away.

Chan couldn't help but laugh. Now that was random. He could barely process what happened. But you complimented him. It had been a while since he last heard a genuine compliment.

Somewhere inside his mind, he repeated his words nonstop, filling him with motivation and hope. He also was trying to remember to ask your name later.

2016

He did remember to ask your name after all. Y/n L/n. The pronunciation of your name was beautiful, almost like a melody. Honestly, after two years of knowing you, he could affirm that your existence itself was like a sweet melody.

You both became friends, good ones at that. He also found himself developing feelings for you. That was the saddest part of it all in his opinion.

Even though he hadn't known you for so long, he couldn't see life without you. To live without your horrible jokes (that he always found funny), without your sunshine-like personality (even though most people wouldn't describe you like that. Maybe you were his personal dose of light) felt like a nightmare.

However, it felt a bit cruel that he needed to live like that. He wanted to be an idol. You were the one who was his biggest incentive. Then why, to have a romance with you, could bring problems to his career? It was almost as if destiny liked to make chan suffer.

Pick one.

Happily, Chan was patient. So patient that he decided to wait for you as long as needed. He had hopes that any time now, you would come to him. And he would be ready.

Meanwhile, he focused on becoming an idol. He couldn't give up now, especially given the fact that he knew you'd be in the front row, cheering for him louder than everyone else.

2018

He kept his promise: he followed his dream, finally achieving the so exciting debut, and still waited for you, his crush developing into the most sincere love he ever felt.

However, you had other plans. Of course, you were still there for him. You were probably the one who got the happiest with the results of the survival show. You spent countless nights with him on the practice room and in the studio. You were seeing his dream come true in first hand.

But this time, there was someone else besides you: your current boyfriend. Chan really doesn't know why he didn't think this could've happened. Of course, you were dating. You were smart, beautiful and had so much love to give. Someone else would've fallen for you at some point. And it was unfair of him to expect you to be single, waiting for an empty promise.

The saddest part of it was that your boyfriend was a nice guy. It was clear he loved you. He even made an effort to love everyone who you loved, including Chan himself. You were happy around him.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Chan got the job, you got someone to love - someone who could adore you without being scared of the media - and you both still got each other in the end.

Maybe that was what Chan could have. It's okay, right?

2020

The downfall of Chan's patience at last.

Although you both were still as close as you always were, life was leading each of you in your own direction.

You had a job, he had a job. You had your friends, he had his members. You had your own house, he had the dorms. You had your boyfriend, he didn't have a partner. But it was okay because he didn't even have the time after all.

Still, he tried to fall for someone else during this period. Being in this industry for two years now, he had the opportunity to meet a lot of people. Some fancied him, some tried to take a step further in a somewhat relationship. Some even wanted to just have fun. Chan swears he tried to give in most of the time.

Needless to say he failed at every try. He couldn't come close to someone without wishing it was you instead. His short answers were compared to how sweetly he talked to you. He didn't even bother to call people or have long conversations. He knew it was only a matter of time until his mind started the undesired comparison.

Maybe it was what the job required. Maybe it was because of his lack of time. Han disagrees though. Chan remembers how his friend insisted on the fact that his leader wouldn't even try with other people. But it wasn't his fault either, as it was a subconscious thing. Chan's mind was still wrapped around you. And his heart wanted to disagree, but it all goes down the moment he finds out you and your boyfriend, now your ex, had broken up.

Although he tried hard to deny, he couldn't help but still wait for you. No matter if there was a light at the end of the tunnel or if it was only darkness. He would wait.

2022

Something in your brain has switched, and Bang Chan can't say he really liked the difference.

Of course, you were still the greatest person he ever met. You were still his sunshine. But it seemed like you were tired. Your conception of life and love wasn't as bright as it once was and Chan couldn't help but feel worried about it.

For him, who has loved you deeply for over eight years now, to see you giving yourself less credit and affection hurt him. He doesn't know why and when it happened, but your brain was trying to shut down all genuine feelings one could offer to you. You thought you were, maybe, undeserving of it all.

Honestly, to see you slowly losing your light has wounded Chan way more than all his past experiences: from his fear of failure to his disappointment upon meeting your ex boyfriend. Almost as an instinct,he tried to solve the situation. This time, patience wouldn't do.

Without even noticing, he started to love you more. To actually show you how he cared for you, to put his feelings into words and actions. At first, your heart tried to deny any possible affection, but it soon realised it wasn't possible. Not when Chan didn't even hesitate on showing the entire world how you were worthy of love. And not once he showed it as a challenge or a burden. He was by your side, and he never made it seem hard.

The best part of it all was that none of you noticed it. He started to open up to you to try and protect you,and you opened up to him in order to heal and protect his feelings. Maybe that was patience finally showing itself as a virtue.

2024

Ten years later, it finally happened.

Honestly, Chan was still a bit suspicious. There was no way he was actually seeing this, right? Maybe he was becoming delusional after all. Maybe he started to hallucinate because of his desires. But at the same time, it felt too real.

The way you looked at him, that is. It was just a normal conversation between old friends. Between gossips and laughs, there was absolutely no reason for you to look at him like this. So lost in thought, with this shimmer in your eyes that Chan knew way too well. He knew it because he had it too.

It was love. Not the one nurtured by friends or family. The one shared just between lovers. And he was so sure of it because he knew he looked at you in the exact same way you were looking at him right now.

He smiles. For a moment, you're a bit lost, wondering if you lost a joke or an important moment. That, however, makes him laugh. He couldn't believe he just saw you fall in love on the first row.

Ah, he's been patient. Now, he can't wait for you to realise what just happened. Either way, he knows with a smile on his face that he'll be waiting for you.

I promise I'll be around.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: summer with you

Thank you for reading <3 let me know what you think about it!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143

Dividers by @dollywons

Credits for images 1 , 2 and 3

[nightfang22]

For the wayne smut could you add the idea of them losing their virginity to each other. Thank you<3

Of course I can!Thank you so much and I hope you love it!Sorry if it's not great,it is my first spicy fic.Anyways,lemme know what you think!

Virgin Lovers

Warnings:SMUT Minors DNI

Pairing:Wayne McCullough x f!Reader

Word Count:1.5k

His smile. His eyes. His lips. Wayne McCullough infected your every thought. He made you feel things that you had never felt before. As you were lost in thought, you didn't realize that your phone had been constantly buzzing. You picked it up on the third ring of the 4th call. "Hello?"

"Hey Y/n, you got any plans later?" It was Orlando. You and Orlando had always been good friends which is how you met Wayne. Orlando had introduced you two one day when you had begged him not to make you skip class alone.

                                                         *Flashback*

"Pleaseeeee Orlando? I don't wanna go alone and you're way better at this than I am! Besides, I'm only skipping to help you get these new Pokemon cards you wanted! I don't have to do this, you know." You pouted and whined until he conceded. "Fine fine I'll go with you. You probably wouldn't know what to look for anyways." You were about to make an offended rebuttal when something else caught his attention. Or someone, you should say. Turning around to see who it was, you thought it was just going to be the girl he's been constantly crushing on with a spinal cage. But no. When you turned around, you saw none other than Wayne McCullough walking in your direction down the hallway. You felt your heart pound and your cheeks flush. Your throat constricted and suddenly your mouth had run dry. You guess Orlando had noticed this and nudged you in the side with his elbow. "Oooo somebody got it bad, huh? Who is it? Is it the guy with the clarinet you have band with?" You jabbed him with your elbow back and tried not to stare at Wayne's gorgeously bruised up face. Orlando caught notice and smiled wide. "Oh, you got it bad for my boy, Wayne huh? Want me to hook you up?" Your head snapped violently in his direction. "I swear to the Gods Orlando, if you embarrass me in front of him I will kill you." Wayne walked up to us and looked at Orlando, giving a little head nod. "Wayne man! Where you been?" Wayne chuckled a little and it was this sexy soft rumbling noise. "Whatcha mean? I'm like 20 minutes late." Orlando laughed. "Yeah 20 minutes and like 3 weeks!" Orlando must have seen you fidgeting with the rings on the chain around your neck cause he put his hand on your shoulder and looked at Wayne. "Wayne, this is Y/n L/n. She's new-ish. She was new, like a month ago." You felt Wayne's eyes on you and you looked up at him through your eyelashes before smiling awkwardly. "Y/n, this is the man. The myth. The legend. My best friend, Wayne mothafuckin McCullough." Wayne punched Orlando in the shoulder and he winced. "Damn man! I'm tryin to do you a favor!" Wayne's eyes never left yours, even when you felt your cheeks tinge pink and you looked away briefly.

                                                     *Flashback Over*

You had been inseparable ever since. Wayne ended up cutting class with you and at some point you had completely lost Orlando and went to some record store where Wayne had asked you if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You and Wayne have been together for 3 years now and you could never be happier.

"Uh not really. Probably just homework. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me and Wayne to this club off campus later? It's supposed to be super rave and like alternative vibes and I know that's your shit. It took me forever to get Wayne to agree and I maybe sorta already told him you'd go?" "Orlando!"

"I'm tryin to get a hot goth girlfriend! Help a brotha out!"

  I sigh in defeat through my nose. "Fine. I'll go. But the moment anyone is too drunk, we're leaving. Got it?"

 "Yeah yeah for sure! Thanks, Y/n! You the best!"

                                                *Timeskip to the club*

You look around at your environment. It's a lot of flashing lights and loud music. Not really your scene. You scan the crowd for Orlando and Wayne when you spot them against the wall outside. You walk up to them and you notice Wayne's eyes scan up and down your body. You're wearing a faux leather 2 piece with a silver body chain covered in dangly purple and blue rhinestones with black sparkly platforms. "Hey guys, sorry if I'm late I-" You get interrupted by Wayne pulling you in by the waist. He keeps you close to him and it looks like he's glaring at something when you look up at his face. You look over and see him glaring at some guy. The creep looked like he was eyeing you and you weren't for it. You curled closer to Wayne before Orlando waved us to go inside with him. The place was loud but very hype and fun. It didn't really seem like your kind of scene though. You don't get why Orlando wanted us to come. Neither you or Wayne were much of the party type. After watching everyone dance for a while, you decided to call it a night.

Wayne took you home and got you settled inside, laying you down in bed. You just laid there staring at his beautiful face. "I love you." Wayne never blushes but his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. You don't know where the courage came from but you leaned up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss quickly evolved into a heated makeout session. Wayne crawled into bed on to of you, pulling away only to take off his shoes cause he knows you have a thing about shoes on the bed. His hands roam your body in your pretty outfit. You pull away tossing off your body chain and making quick work of his shirt. Wayne wasn't necessarily 'buff' but he was very well tones and had a gorgeous frame. Your hands glided from his shoulders down to his waistline, working on the button of his jeans. He pulled away to look at you. "Are you sure? I-I mean I've never. And you've never. What if you regret it?" You pull him in for a sweet kiss. "I could never regret it. If anything, I wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else." That must have really got him going cause he practically tore off your clothes. He slid his jeans off along with his underwear and kissed my neck, pulling a gasp from you. When he pulls away, you finally have a good chance to look at him and holy fuck. You didn't realize your boyfriend was so….well endowed. Big enough that it looked like it might hurt. Wayne grabbed something out of his wallet and when you noticed what it was, he looked at you sheepishly. "Orlando gave it to me." He shrugged and smiled shyly. He rolled on the condom and crawled back over you. "And you're absolutely sure?" You nodded and placed your arms around his neck so that you could play with his hair. He placed himself at your entrance before stopping. "Hang on gimme your leg." You looked at him confused before lifting your leg and he placed it up on his shoulder, doing the same with the other one. "I read somewhere that it hurts less if you do it like this." He realigned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You felt tears prick your eyes as he stretched you and he kissed your forehead, stopping. He made you look into his eyes. "Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" You shook your head. He stayed still, waiting for you to adjust until you nodded you head. He began to move and even though it hurt, it was a good hurt. You moaned softly as he bottomed out inside you. Wayne gently bit down on your shoulder and kissed it before placing his forehead on yours, beginning to find a steady rhythm. Your moans were the sweetest sound he had ever heard and he just wanted to keep hearing them. With one especially rough thrust he hit that special spot inside you and you arched your back while digging your nails into his and he ate that shit up. He continued at that pace as you screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. You felt the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and your breathing picked up more. He held you close as you came crashing down from your high as his hips stuttered, painting the inside of the condom with his seed. He pulled out slowly, tossing the condom into the bin. He got up to grab a towel to clean you up and brought back a glass of water for you. After you're all cleaned up, he crawls back into bed with you, covering you up and pulling you close as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

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Breakfast and Shocking News

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Pack member!reader

Characters: Theo Raeken, Pack member!reader, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate (Hale), Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Peter Hale

Warnings: Fluff, post show, Theo is probably ooc, cute pack moment, Isaac should have been in season 6a/b and the movie so I brought him back, I got lost in tw fanfic tiktoks and now I'm back on tw

Word Count: 918

Is this the start of a series like my gym one for Triple Frontier? Maybe, we'll see.

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You make another bowl of pancake batter, making sure to make more than you did last time. God, that was a mess.

You had to calm down three of them and Stiles should know better than to throw a fit in front of everyone. He's older than them for god's sake.

You shake your head and scoop more batter into the second pan you have going.

Footsteps entering the kitchen alarm you but enough to make you worry.

"Hey," he pecks your cheek.

"Someone else could be up, you know."

"I already checked." He taps his ears.

"Really?" You stare the chimera with a deadpan expression.

"Yeah, really," he says sarcastically, smirking at you afterwards.

"You're not cute."

"Oh, I think you're wrong. I'm," he wraps his arms around your waist. "Adorable and as your adorable boyfriend, it's my duty to tell you that," he pecks your neck, the spot underneath your ear. "Your pancakes are close to burning."

Your eyes widen. "Oh, crap." You remove yourself from his grasp and remove the pancakes from the pans. "Go sit down. You can get started on breakfast before everyone else wakes up."

"As long as you eat with me." He turns off the stove, pulling you with him.

"But I-"

He sits down, pulling you down beside him. He prepares your plate before making his own. "Eat." His free arm wraps around your back, his hand landing on your hip, keeping you close.

"Sometimes I wonder how you were ever a bad guy," you comment, cutting up your pancake.

"Stiles says the same thing but more sarcastically."

"It'd be alarming if he didn't use sarcasm." You look for your glass and realize you didn't get something to drink for either of you. "Do you want milk or juice?" You look in the fridge.

"I'm not Liam."

You purse your lips. "Just because he's younger and doesn't like coffee, doesn't make him a child."

He gives you a look.

"Don't be mean. He's a nice guy."

You reach for a mug in the cabinet.

"He has a crush on you."

"He does not."

"He follows you around like a puppy."

"He says I'm like an older sister to him."

"So, he doesn't get his ass kicked."

"You got punched by him at least three times."

Theo scoffs. "Did he tell you that?"

"Everyone has."

He shakes his head, stabbing his fork into his food. "I let him."

"Sure, you did." You place the mugs beside the plates and sit back down. "I'd still call you to kick somebody's ass for me," you tell him, wanting him to feel better.

"Yeah?"

You nod, "of course I would. Also, not to mention how hot you look when you shifted."

"You think I'm hot?" He turns to you.

You pause in your bite, slowly swallowing. "No?"

"You do. You think I'm hot."

You scoff, pushing him away. "I didn't say that."

"You said I'm hot," he repeats to tease you.

"No," you whine when he leans in.

"What did I just walk into?"

You both freeze, slowly turning to face the human of the pack. "Hey, Stiles."

"Don't "hey Stiles" me." He points between the two of you. "What's a- what's going on here?"

"We're having breakfast."

"You're looking a little close for people having breakfast."

"What's it to you?" Asks Theo.

"Something you want to tell your friendly neighborhood FBI Agent?"

You two glance at one another and shrug. "No."

He nods and ventures over to the coffee maker. "I don't buy it."

Some of the other pack members wander into the kitchen.

"Did Stiles find out?"

"Little bit," you tell her, pinching your fingers together, leaving a bit of space between your thumb and index finger.

"I don't get it."

"He's about to figure it out," Liam tells the were-coyote.

"Oh."

"Wait- you guys know they're dating?!" Stiles screeches.

"Uh," Malia, Liam, and Brett make the same noise.

"No?" Scott chimes in.

"Oh, please. It was painfully obvious from the start."

"How did you get in?" The true alpha asks Peter.

"When I got here," Derek adds.

"When did you get in?" Stiles asks.

"A few minutes ago."

"Is everyone here?" Malia asks.

"Now, we are," Lydia interrupts.

"Great. How many of you knew these two were dating?"

Everyone raises their hands, except for Liam.

"Okay, I'm not the only one."

"I was the one who got them together."

"Oh, great so everyone knew before me."

"Guess so," you shrug.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"We knew you'd judge."

He scoffs, "I wouldn’t-"

"I asked you a hypothetical question and asked how you would feel if I was dating someone from the pack."

"Uh huh... and?"

"You said rip the band aid off and I said Theo. You told me to put the band aid back on and pretended I didn’t say anything after that."

"And your point is?"

"You didn’t want to accept it therefore I didn't actually tell you."

"I can- I can accept it."

"You can't," Isaac pats his shoulder before pushing him out of the way.

"When did you get into town?"

"This morning."

"Hence the big batch for breakfast," you answer.

"You knew he was coming?"

"Of course, I did. I picked him up."

"I did," Theo corrects you.

"It was a team effort, sweetheart." You pat his knee.

"Ew. Please, I'm trying to enjoy my coffee."

"Like you need something else to get you all jittery," you tell the human.

He sarcastically laughs in return.

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[7ndipity]

When Their Crush Has a Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: In connection with the Secret Crush HCs, how they would react/get jealous to finding out that their crush has feelings for someone(or even another member)

Warnings: angst, swearing

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! We’re back with more of that unrequited angst that y’all apparently love lol! This also kinda reminded me of this jealousy reaction I made awhile back, so there’s that if you want to check those out too!

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Jin:

Oh, he HATES it. And does not hide it, though he’s giving you five different reasons why he hates it, and none of them are the truth, at least not entirely.

“They don't strike me as the relationship type.” “I think they might be a murderer.” “They’re just not good enough for you.”

Tries to make himself look better in comparison.

But he’s not trying to make a move! Nonono, he would never do that. He just wants you to know what a better option looks like.

Yeah, that’s it.🙄

Yoongi:

Tries to not let it bother him, and by that I mean he’s like “of-course-you-would-find-someone-why-wouldn’t-you?-it’s-not-like-he-ever-told-you-how-he-felt-but-it’s-totally-fine-and-not-haunting-his-every-waking-moment-but-omg-what-if-you-actually-get-with-them-”

Yeah, no, he’s going to majorly overthink the whole situation, like it’s bad.

Would probably withdraw for a bit, but then realizes that he can’t stand the distance and gets kinda clingy.

Which clingy Yoongi is like? A whole different person?

This would probably be one of the few moments that would tip you off about his true feelings.

Hobi:

Tries not to be bothered at first, bc it’s just a crush, it doesn’t mean anything… Right?

Queue him getting in his head and starting to worry about literally everything.

Throws so much side eye though and knit picks whoever's caught your attention, but he can’t quite help it.

Would end up slipping up and saying something about he doesn’t think they’re a good match for you. Which leads to you asking who would be a good match for you then?

And then he either just says idk, or ends up basically describing himself and hoping you don’t notice how desperately he’s trying not to confess right then and there.

Namjoon:

Gets jealous super easily, you already know, though you don’t quite know why.

As I said before, if you so much as even mention being into somebody, he’s pulling back and distancing himself a bit as a kind of defense mechanism.

Or else he tries to avoid being around them or bringing them up in conversation, though he’ll deny that’s what he’s doing if you ask.

Is so fucking passive aggressive about anything relationship related, you end up thinking that he must’ve got dumped or smth and feeling kinda bad for him.

Which ends up triggering this weird sort of truce between you where you just don’t talk about it for a while.

Jimin:

Lowkey panicking inside. Because yeah, hypothetically he wants you to be happy and live your best life, but does it have to be with them? Or anyone?

Would want to try to dissuade your feelings for them a bit, but he doesn’t want to come off as manipulative or disrespectful of your opinion.

“They don’t seem like a good match for you.”

He’s mostly kinda mad at himself, cause if he’d just told you how he felt earlier, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

Would probably start seriously considering actually confessing, cause he cannot stand being in this weird limbo state with you.

Taehyung:

Ngl, he’s so dramatic, even if it’s just a tiny crush, he’s going to be kinda heartbroken, like you might as well have kissed them in front of him.

Okay, maybe it’s not that bad, but you get what I’m saying. He’s not cool with this.

Does not hide his feelings of disdain for whoever’s caught your attention.(they are not passing the vibe check)

Gets hella clingy and wants to be with you constantly, so that you don’t really have time for them? If that even makes sense?

Tries to find things to impress you and get you to take notice of him cause don’t you think he’s nice too? Don’t you think he’d make a good partner too?

Jungkook:

The sulkiest man to ever exist.

He can not stand it, even if it's a purely theoretical situation, like all you said was that you thought some guy was cute, and now he’s imagining all the worst case scenarios where he could lose you to them.

Like Tae, he’d get soo fucking possessive and clingy, trying to prove himself to you, though he might not exactly be sure what he’s trying to prove.

Would actively try to put himself between you and them if at all possible.

As I said before, this would probably be his achilles heel that pushes him over the edge and leads to him confessing, even if he knows it’s the wrong time.

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3760 (chapter 48)

'screw valentine's day, i want what they have'

but anyway, you're welcome ☺ thoughts, comments are always appreciated <3

48. this might've been just a dream, right?

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He says again, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Robert? What are you doing here?" You manage to say, feeling as if your whole body has gone numb. The kitchen almost starts spinning, and you feel your blood begin to boil.

"I invited Rob, he's a part of the family." Your father says, leaving Matt alone, and comes to stand next to Robert in the kitchen. Rob. Fucking Rob. Now it was only you against them both. Exactly the way it always has been.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, y/n?" Robert asks, eyes targeting Matt, his voice as sweet as honey. You're not gonna get the authority in this house, and he knows it all too well.

"Yeah, that's Matthew Murdock. My boss." You smile wickedly, watching everyone's eyes widen. "Murdock as in Nelson and Murdock attorneys office."

Matt tries to read the room, waiting for somebody to snap, but Robert only shakes his hand, obviously swallowing some other words.

"Your boss? Y/n, what-" your mother begins, but a single glare from your dad is enough to shut her up. The atmosphere changes immediately, and Matt feels like an outsider, as if he himself was sitting as a spectator in a courtroom, a mere watcher with no real influence on the Jury's final decision.

"I'm sorry, mind if I have a few words with my daughter?" Your father says, walking out of the kitchen, sparing all the pleasantries. He doesn't need to turn back and wait for you because he knows you'll follow.

"Excuse me." You mutter, walking past Matt. He asks for someone to show a way to the bathroom, so he could listen to you and your father talk without completely blanking out in front of others. It was unfair, cheating, using his powers for not a great cause, but he just couldn't be left out in a new environment. Not when it was you and him against the world.

"What? What boss? Mind explaining something to your father?" Harold closes the doors of his bedroom, not shouting or smashing things. But this calmness was always scarier than anger.

"What's there to explain? I work elsewhere now." You sit on the bed, unfazed.

"How long?"

"Two months or so."

"Why?" Yeah, this was the spitting image of a police interrogation.

"I got tired of kissing asses, especially Benowitz's." You simply shrug, holding strong eye contact.

"You had the world under your feet there and left for what? What does he even pay you?" Apparently one look was enough to crack Matt's character and social status.

"Not nearly enough, but I don't really care about money." A steady heartbeat.

"If you think that leaving Benowitz was a great idea, you're very wrong, kid. He's gonna crush that office of yours like a boot crushes an ant." Harold's voice was still unbelievably calm. Matt sits on the closed toilet seat to listen better. "What went wrong? You liked working there."

"He wanted me to give a false statement to the Jury. I refused."

"That's it?"

"Yes." Your heart skips a beat; but you don't desire explaining every 'silly' thing that lead to your resignation. Not now.

He scoffs and a thunder-like laugh leaves his chest. "Honey, if you think that everyone who works as a lawyer is a saint, then you still don't know shit about the world."

"If you thought I was gonna let a guilty party walk freely among everyone else, then you're..." Insane. Stupid. "Wrong."

"But it's not that, is it?"

Matt stiffens, trying to locate your heartbeat again.

"It's... Love, right?" Harold asks again, noticing your pink cheeks. He could always read you like an open book. "Oh, what have I told you after the last time?" A heavy sigh escapes him.

You break the eye contact with him, looking at your feet. The mattress next to you dips, and your face is pulled into your dad's chest. "I know. But it's different. It won't be like the last time." You whisper, your shoulders rigid and unable to release the tension. 

"I want to believe it. But I have a feeling that this time it will be worse."

"No, I promise."

"You don't have to promise me anything. Promise to yourself." He rubs your shoulder with the free hand, thinking over his next words. "Listen, I know that it never worked out with Robert... Although I really wish it did. But I'm not gonna press you this time."

"Who are you and what did you do to my father?" You pull away to look him in the eyes and he wipes the tears from your face.

"I want what's best for my only daughter."

Matt furrows his eyebrows. So many questions and no answers. He understood that the past is better left behind, but not knowing a lot about you was frustrating. 

*** 

The dinner was nice. Apart from the occasional glares thrown at you and Matt from one of the three. You sat next to Matt, who was seated right across Robert, next to your father, facing you, and your mother by his side. Robert was acting like a real man should - he listened, asked questions, commented something on the game that was shown on TV; to a mere watcher, it would've looked like Robert and Matt got along just perfectly. But the tension was hanging thickly around them, as you suspected it would.

Your father was mostly silent, but when he talked, he only asked questions. Questions you didn't particularly enjoy. When you told him about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, now crowned as Daredevil, about how the whole gang of Nelson and Murdock put the city's biggest criminal behind the bars and accidentally let it slip that you've been poisoned, your father almost choked on the apple pie. Of course, the lecture about being more cautious was inevitable, even in front of a guest, but when Matt placed his warm hand on your knee for reassurance, you felt grateful to have him here with you. 

"Do you agree with this devil, Matthew?" Your mother asks, pouring herself a glass of water. You notice her hands slightly shaking. Obviously, no mother wants to hear about their child getting hurt; not even when that child is a 30-year-old lawyer.

"As a lawyer - no." Matt's voice is firm, he doesn't stutter like he did when Karen asked his opinion about the vigilante for the first time, although it wasn't nice to lie about himself. "As a citizen, a blind one too, I think he's doing a lot more good than wrong. I mean, he has saved y/n, and our secretary, more than once."

"By disobeying and breaking multiple rules." Robert speaks from behind a cup, sending you 'is this guy serious' look.

"Well, you can't have something good without a bit of bad." Matt responds, and you bite away a grin, giving Robert a glare back. 

"Sounds a lot like church teaching." 

"Well, I am catholic." Matt answers to Robert.

"So as a catholic, you believe in his doings?" Your mother asks again. The question hangs in the air for a while, accompanied by the sound of intense commentating on TV.

"Please, let's not involve religion at this table." You groan slightly. 

"No, I wanna hear his opinion." You look at Robert threateningly, but he avoids your eyes. 

"Yeah, I mean... He's not killing people... From what I've heard. Just... Beats them up and gives them to police."

"So what you're saying..." your father clears his throat, "is that police are not capable of dealing with the criminals... and they need another criminal to help them?"

Ah, the police way of talking. You knew this was coming sooner or later. Maybe bringing Matt here was a mistake.

"I usually don't doubt honest work of police officers but-"

"Fisk had at least half of the precinct paid off. I saw FBI arresting them." You help Matt, suddenly feeling the need to defend him from your family's sharp words. You two against the whole world.

"All the good men then left, I see." Harold clears his throat again, this time more embarrassed than confident, "when I was Chief Officer, anyone who was bribed was kicked out of the force... by me. Personally. I guess a lot has changed, in almost ten years."

"Why did you leave the force?" Matt risks a lot with this question, and suddenly everyone at the table tense. You gulp loudly beside Matt, panic evident in your eyes when they meet your father's tired ones. Your mother focuses on the glass of water in her hand, not making eye contact with anyone. Robert notices your eyebrow slightly twitching when you look at Camilla, something about your face now was different; you looked paler, more tired, as if these were your last moments on Earth. He knew some of it, the story, the real reason, but after the time when he asked for more details and was met with your furious father, he didn't dare to look for more details anymore. What he knew, was half of the truth, and frankly, it was enough for him. It was the same for your mother, yet she learned to be humble and silent about it. 

The question hangs heavily in the air, until your father replies, "Uh, just encountered some personal... Health problems."

He's lying. Too obvious for someone who previously worked in the force. Harold's heartbeat is all over the place, loudly pounding in Matt's ears. As is yours. Something about this was not right, suspicious.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Matt sends a small apologetic smile towards your dad, his hand finding your knee under the table again. You almost flinch, but then quickly cover it up with a cough. Your skin somehow feels both hot and cold at the same time, and Matt feels the sudden tensing of your body. "If you were still a captain, none of that mess with Fisk would've ever happened." 

"Don't be so sure, Matthew." Harold's voice is low, with a note of regret, "from what I've heard now, he's worked hard in the shadows to lure powerful people and built his empire from scratch. A man like this is very dangerous and hard to capture."

"But not impossible." Matt strives to bring positivity back on the table, but this appears to be impossible.

"Matthew, take no offense, but you're too catholic for your own good." Harold answers, and you know that this is his final word in this talk.

The men return from the backyard, and you can only guess what they talked about the whole time they were gone. You pass Matt in the corridor, grazing his hand with your fingers as you go and make way towards the bathroom to wash your face. A minute later, someone slips inside, and you think that it's Matt, but when you lift your head to grab a towel, you see Robert standing in the middle of the bathroom, his arms crossed on his chest. 

***

You help your mother get the guest room ready, exchanging only few words. She likes Matt, admits it herself, but doesn't dare to comment anything else. Mother's intuition was telling her that you didn't bring Matt here to simply make a blind man's lonely holiday better, perhaps you wanted to introduce him as your boyfriend, but didn't dare to do so when Robert was in the house. She also liked Robert, he was almost like a son to her, visiting them ocassionally since highschool, he wasn't a rare sight in this house, but... Maybe it was time to move on. For everyone. Camilla knew that if Robert continues coming here, you'll become a rare sight. In her heart, she wanted what's best for you, her dearest daughter, but she also knew about your tough character and how easily you can break apart when you're hurt.

"Occupied." 

"Well, then you should've locked the door." His voice is nonchalant, you notice that he's already changed his clothes, ditched the long sleeved shirt for an old police academy t-shirt. He looks as if he was trying to flex his biceps in front of you, but the thought of that makes you grin. Matt definitely had a stronger body than this Sheriff wannabe.

"Not my fault that there's an idiot in the house."

"Classic y/n." He scoffs, leaning on the door with his whole back. "So, this guy, a new toy of yours?"

"Do I hear jealousy, Robert?"

He ignores your question, going on a ramble, "see, this is why some people think of you as a whore, going around, playing men and then leaving them when you get bored. Even at the dinner table you two can't keep your hands to youself, huh? Are you two fucking?"

"I fuck whomever I want. And it's no concern of yours." You say, leaning on the sink.

"Have you forgotten about us? How good it felt when we were together?" He says, his back still pressed against the bathroom door, keeping the maximum distance in the small space.

"Maybe it felt good for you, but you've never even bothered to ask if it felt good for me." You bite, watching his eyes widen in shock... Or shame.

"Oh please, if someone had heard us, they would've thought that I was the best man on the planet with the way you were screaming."

"Maybe I was screaming because I disliked it? How can you know when you've always turned away to sleep or left after you were done rutting your dick into me?" You wave your hands in front of you in a dirty gesture, noticing Robert's clenched jaw.

"He's gonna break your heart. Like you did mine. I just hope the pain is even worse for you than it was for me."

"I broke your heart? Please." You scoff, crossing your arms, "when I told you about my problem, you basically vanished."

"I needed some time to think, but I still wanted you. I still do." His voice is desperate and it makes you sick.

"Oh, save it for some other poor soul, you just wanted to get me pregnant but when the doctors said that it's impossible, you threw me away like a dirty rag. That's all you wanted - to have nice little children, and not because you loved me, but because you were so obsessed with my father that you wanted a connection between the two of you!" Your voice gets louder and Robert glances at the door nervously.

"I don't need any children to have a connection with your father. I already have it." He boasts, so sure of his place in this house that if he hated you, he would have the power to banish you from here. But he didn't. Deep in his heart, there we still strong feelings for you.

"Oh, right, I forgot that you are the son he wished to have, and not me, the daughter who's whoring around every man she sees, right?" Your voice is strong, displaying years of suppressed anger and not being loved enough in your own home. "Do you know how hard it was for me to be with you after all that I went through? How your touch made me flinch? And you have the audacity to come here to my parent's house and say that you want me back? Don't you understand the reason I left you the second time?" You desperately grab onto the sink with your palms and take deep breaths.

"You said you were better, how was I supposed to read your goddamn mind?" He shouts, and suddenly you feel like you've travelled back in time, before you were even a lawyer, and were arguing about the same things with Robert.

"I said I was better because I was, the therapy was helping, but I wasn't feeling well with you around. You're just... Too similar to him."

"If you think that I'm similar to that psychopath, you're not better than him yourself."

"You-" you grab a tube of body lotion from the sink and throw it at Robert, hitting him in the chest. "Get out of my sight before I throw something sharper than this fucking lotion!"

"You will fuck this up, whatever you two have going on, it's doomed." He leaves the bathroom, closing the door loudly.

*** 

An hour later you're gently knocking on Matt's door, hoping to disappear from the corridor before Robert or your father see you. Robert was staying in the room next to this, and he could exit any moment. Matt opens quickly, much to your luck, a confused look on his face. Without words, he lets you inside. 

"Wow, that is really dark, I gotta," you walk towards the corner of the room and turn on a lamp. Warm yellow light fills the space, and you notice Matt's slumped shoulders. "What did they even do to you?" You say with a humourless laugh, sitting at the end of the bed. 

"Don't worry, we just chatted. What's up with you?" Matt tries to sound innocent, but he didn't know what to do with the information he overheard. He wanted to hug you, and never let you out of his embrace, but you had to tell everything you told Robert to him yourself.

"You want some?" You say, taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle. He doesn't answer, but sits next to you on the bed. "It's wine."

"Where'd you get that?"

"Stole from my parents. I need it more than they do." You push the bottle into Matt's hands, and watch him drink. "I truly hoped that this could be our escape from the problems and the whole Hell's Kitchen, but... I'm sorry it got ruined. By an obvious somebody." Your voice wavers with anger.

"It's alright. I got to spend more time with you." Matt shrugs, his knee resting against yours. 

"Aren't you just full of positivity?" You smile, honestly, for the first time this evening. "So, how bad are the first impressions?" You drink again, not letting Matt out of your sight. 

"They're good. I think your mom likes me a lot." He smiles, and you fight the urge to put your palm on his cheek. "Robert's not very talkative with me, and your dad... I think he has accepted the fact that Robert's not your boyfriend anymore."

"Ah, you know, Matt, I love your ability to see positive aspects of every shitty situation." You laugh, finally loosening up when the wine kicks in.

"You didn't tell me it was your birthday." Matt says, taking a swing from the bottle. The wine is good, not too sweet and just the right amount of sour. "Which day was it?"

"November 13th." You answer, lying on your side with your hand under your head. "I stopped celebrating a long time ago."

Matt drinks some more and puts the bottle away, lying down as well, mirroring you. "Why?"

"Got tired of all the meaningless gifts, and money. I hate when people gift money and say 'go buy whatever you want'. It just completely loses the whole birthday meaning. A gift should be something that screams 'you're on my mind' or 'this made me think of you' and not 'this is shiny and girly, I hope this will pass as a good gift'." You scoff, "One time Robert gifted me a red lipstick because he liked the color."

"Jesus, really?" Matt can't hold the laugh, and you burst out laughing as well, hiding your face in his chest. When the laughter dies, Matt's hand begins gently stroking your hair, "I would gift you the whole world if I could."

"Lying is a sin, Matthew." You smile, kissing his exposed neck. "You should be very careful with these kinds of statements. Or I might twist them around." 

He lets you kiss his neck, his jaw and his chest, but the uneasiness stirring inside of him doesn't allow Matt to fully focus on you the way he'd want to. "I overheard something... You and Robert were talking." 

The words make you stop and you look at him intently, panic setting in, "what exactly?"

Words get stuck in his throat, and Matt's face becomes red, embarassed. He should've just kept his mouth shut, but of course, the devil had to pull his tongue. "Something about pregnancy. I was just passing by and-"

"Oh, that." You close your eyes, bracing yourself. "I was planning to tell you this some time later. I didn't know how far will we go... Because no woman goes around telling that to the first guy in her bed... But I think you already deserve to know." You pause, feeling your own heart beating loudly in your ears, Matt puts his hand on yours for emotional support. He has heard every single word you and Robert said to each other, but he needed to hear it all from you. "I... I can't have children. I can't get pregnant, and... If you had thoughts about family, now it's perfect time for you to run away."

"I won't leave you, y/n." He squeezes your hand, reassuringly, "I... I don't care. Family, no family, I just want to be with you."

"Just please, don't be disappointed later when that honeymoon phase passes." You sigh.

"I won't. I promise." Matt seals his promise with a kiss, one full of love and adoration.

I love you.

***

The night felt like a fever dream for you and Matt. He kissed you the way he has never kissed anyone; his touch was like fire on your skin, exploring your body like he has already done many times before, but this time it was even more intimate. This wasn't just sex anymore; it was a feeling almost divine, as if your spirits were connecting and merging into one. You gripped the sheets, raked Matt's strong back with your nails, surely leaving long red marks, and welcomed his body weight on yours when you both came from the highest of all the highs - it was divine. When Matt continued to tightly hold your interlocked hands next to your head, and panted hot air into your neck, you didn't expect him to say the next words.

This was beyond the description of 'divine' and all the other words that were used to describe a feeling out of this planet. This was something else, something unreal, a thing one so madly in love longs to hear, dreams, expects and waits for... Yet is never ready when these words are said aloud.

If you didn't have to be quiet, you'd surely would have been laughing into his strong, hairy chest, pressing his body into yours a million times until you wouldn't have been able to move a single muscle. But you couldn't. So you showered Matt with kisses, feeling your lips uncomfortably tingling, and swollen, and told him the same three words back.

It was a fever dream, and you both were sick with the worst disease ever - love.

[petrichor-idyllic]

hey!! i love ur work. could u do hcs for the boys fighting for the readers attention?? 🫶🫶

Of course I can.

Pronouns weren't specified so gender-neutral reader.

GIVE ME ATTENTION

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Gender-neutral! Reader x Glader boys.

You're the most popular Glader around, and it seems like all the boys have a thing for you, so, how would they get your attention?

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, dumb teenage boys, possessiveness and other slightly problematic themes (I don't condone but it's fiction).

THOMAS

Considering that Thomas moves at a million miles an hour and has Teresa (*cough* and Newt *cough*) as potential love interest(s), I don't think Thomas would actually fight for anyone's attention.

I know, I know, that defeats the point of the prompt.

But, if anything, especially in the books, Thomas is kind of actively trying to avoid attention.

And failing monumentally.

So, I think if he'd want your attention, he'd seek it out in private.

He wouldn't be the type to chase you around the Glade, pining for your attention.

He'd wait until there'd be a moment alone.

Maybe when you're enjoying your own company, chilling after a long day's work, Thomas would approach you.

And he'd get your attention that way.

In an intimate, one-on-one way.

Just simple conversation getting to know one another and some light, and kinda awkward flirting.

Which I guess is a good (and healthy) way to get someone's attention.

Good job, Thomas.

NEWT

Maybe it's because there isn't much romance in the series, but I can't see Newt fighting for attention in the traditional sense either.

He's the second in command and has enough on his plate.

I can, however, see him going out of his way to offer you more guidance.

Or he'd act nicer to you and let you get away with more stuff.

He'd probably give you gifts and convince Frypan to give you more food.

He'd basically use his influence over the Glade to give you an easier time.

It'd be subtle.

And you might not even realise he'd been doing it until you'd ask Minho or somebody and it'd get spilled.

That's probably when you'd develop an actual relationship.

MINHO

Now, unlike the previous boys, Minho absolutely would be the stereotype of dumb, slightly overly-cocky teenage boy trying to get his crushes attention.

He'd flex around you.

He'd crack more jokes than usual around you.

He'd also try and act cooler around you at the same time.

You'd "bump" into him at random occasions.

He'd tease and poke fun at the other Gladers to make himself seem better.

Though that being said, he would not be good at flirting.

It'd be the kind of cheesy flirting that would leave you rolling your eyes and having to stop yourself from laughing.

Though, if you'd ever flirt back, he'd lose his cool and be turned into a stuttering, flustered mess.

Not such a cool guy after all, huh?

GALLY

Gally would be a problem.

More of a problem than usual.

He'd get in fights and insult people in front of you to try and make himself seem seem tougher and more "manly".

Not attractive and definitely not healthy.

You'd often grace his presence and then someone else would end up bruised and bloody.

Alby hates you.

Even though you've done nothing wrong.

He'd also try extra hard at work around you.

Lifting heavier things, barking more orders and pushing himself to his building limits.

"Oh no, it's too hot doing all this manual labour- better take my shirt off" typa energy.

Definitely more of a physical attention seeker.

Though, I think that'd probably scare you off more than anything.

Or maybe not.

I don't know what you're into.

FRYPAN

You'd be well-fed, to say the least.

Fry would get your attention in a similar way to Newt.

By providing you with food and anything you need.

Though, he'd be more open and complimentary.

Despite popular belief, he'd probably be the best out of the boys when it'd come to flirting and making you notice him.

He's not shy, but he's not an idiot who succumbs to his emotions and starts acting really different because he has a crush.

He'd ask you what you'd want to eat.

You'd accidentally end up picking the meals for the Glade everyday.

People would start asking you to get Fry to make their favourite foods.

Like Gally, he'd put far more effort into his work.

But in a healthier way with less violence.

Definitely a sweetheart, and no threat.

Thank God.

ALBY

He simply would not.

Not even Movie! Alby.

Sorry.

Ahhh I'm back.

This definitely isn't my best work but I'm also working on part 2 for "on my own"- which is a lot of hard work because I have to actually follow the plot lmao.

Anyway, I hope you liked these dumb lil headcanons :))

[asukaskerian]

monthly word count - june

TOTAL: 5 163

POSTED: -Bleach - daemon AU : harribel (1 644 words) (on tumblr not AO3)

IN PROGRESS -Bleach suburban ot4 (698 words) -Naruto Cherry wine (966 words) -SVSSS silly divergent timeline AU that idk if i'll finish (1 545 words) -Bleach - daemon AU : random grimmjow scene (310 words)

-- suburban ot4 : grimmichi and a sentai show -- He still doesn't really know why Grimmjow asked him to come. He doesn't look like a guy who needs a hand as he walks inside, introduces the two of them, gets the job specs.

He doesn't even balk when they get handed some costumes. Ichigo balks. He almost says something about it, and then doesn't want to look uncool; by the time Grimmjow turns around to hand him his outfit he has pushed it down but Grimmjow still arches an eyebrow, smirking with half his mouth.

"... Shut up."

"Was I saying something?"

"You were thinking it too loudly."

He snorts. Ichigo flounces off to the locker room. Ugh. So embarrassing. His behavior is ridiculous. It's such a mess inside his chest, his head, a jumble of bullshit and idiocy. Every time Grimmjow says something that means he's having fun messing with Ichigo a little giddy thrill goes right through him, and then he remembers that he ruined Orihime's sense of safety and damaged her trust and what the fuck is he doing, hiding from that by hanging out with his crush? He hasn't fixed it yet. He doesn't deserve to gallivant off and be fine with someone else.

It... doesn't feel like he's cheating on his wife, exactly, but it's in the same wheelhouse. 

"Move your flat ass a bit, won'tcha," Grimmjow asks, elbowing him between the shoulder blades.

"--I don't have a flat ass!"

Grimmjow gives him an insolently pitying look. "Bitch, that shit's concave."

-- cherry wine --

... If the reason Madara was brooding so hard even the Hyuuga gave him the side-eye was related to the rut-drug incident, then it had to be somebody he felt betrayed by. He hadn't been taking it personally before.

He didn't get much more of an occasion to ponder; a gong rang through the hall, calling for everybody's attention.

Up on the dais the daimyos were taking their seats, three of them in front and the fourth one, the unlucky, sitting behind a wooden lattice screen where her shape could be guessed at but nothing more could be seen. Next came the priest with his festooned branch to cleanse the spiritual energy of the room. Then the heirs, finally.

"He has a target in mind," Hashirama mused quietly; and he was looking straight ahead at the dais, not seeming to pay the Uchihas any attention, and yet Tobirama knew who he meant instantly. "Not in the room though."

"... Hm."

"Any insight?"

Ugh. Every time he was reminded he had passed up on it--

"Rut inducer," he muttered, annoyed at himself.

"Ah, bloodline theft then... Hm. No. It would be resolved by now."

Tobirama couldn't help but agree that if Inuzuka Hanazura had brought them proof of that sort of plot, there would have been corpses not one hour later and Madara would be looking more self-satisfied.

-- svsss --

The truth wasn't that Airplane had hatched a master plan to sneak out from under his System's unforgiving yoke.

The truth was that he'd been buried in emergency inventory lists to his eyebrows for the last two weeks, and just that day had to deal with eight different customers who couldn't understand why heightened demon-human hostilities would mean their ancient viagra tea would be harder to procure, all because his shifu thought he could do with more asshole-handling practice. The last thing he needed was Shen newly-Qingqiu getting in his face about the wrong wood being used in his tranquility-promoting benches.

Who the fuck caaaaaaares bro shut the FUCK up we all know it's because the wood grain's not the right swirliness for your "artistic vision"!

So he lost his temper.

In true Shang Qinghua fashion he lost it in the privacy of his own mind and nowhere else. "Ah, shixiong, you understand, we're too understaffed to send a team! It would be months before an expedition could be justified."

"Why is that." 

Airplane had created Shen Jiu to be a bitch, but sometimes he was still surprised at the depths of bitchiness he managed to plumb with a single eyebrow. 

"Because I try not to feed more than five shidis a week to Colossal Orchid-Faced Ants when I can help it?"

-- daemon AU tidbit that might never get anywhere --

"We just wanted you to be aware, a gigai once used will be set aside for personal use. We don't know if traces of the first user's reiatsu would destabilize it for someone else, after all! You fine gentlemen won't have to share. That makes gathering the raw materials a little more of an issue, though..."

"... Need me to get some for you."

Waki preens at her wing with affected unconcern. "It would hasten the process. Though there will still be a bottleneck as we gather and analyze everyone's data... We can't let you have it back before then." 

She flicks her feathers back into place and bounces cheerfully on her toes.

"So in the meantime! How would you feel about a couple heists?"

... Pffft. "Not in Hueco Mundo."

"Mmh... No."

"You want me to break into the Seireitei."

She trills, like she thinks she's a cutesy bouncy magpie and not a crow. "Yep!"

"To steal some shit and not get myself killed."

"Preferably not caught by security either! How's your stealth?"

Grimmjow pretends to think about it. "Pretty good when I bother, but if I'm not getting a fight out of it, why would I?" Honestly, he already knows he's gonna go. Between a heist and waiting around like a sad sack... 

Leucanthe will have enjoyed the first one more. When she comes back.

[astraystayastayastray]

Miserable (You & Me)

Pairing: hanjisung!reader + fem!character

Genre: angst, hopeful ending

Song by: Han Jisung from Straykids

A/N: im doing alot of han fics cuz im feeling moody like him ;( sorry

Plot: When you fall in love with your best friend but afraid to confess

Description: You prepare to confess to your lifelong best friend but she suddenly says she wants to ask someone else out.

DO NOT COPY WORK.

Funny what you're thinking, where are you?

Who's in your head right now - someone other than me?

You're always looking for somebody.

The school bell rings and you get up to quickly go see her.

There she is at her locker. You put on a bright smile and jumpscare her.

"Boy! Don't do that you scared the heck outta me!" she screams at your face, slapping your arm.

"Stop hitting me! Ima report you to the principal's office!" You jump away from her, smiling and rubbing your sore arm.

She scoffs, wips her hair back, and says, "Oh I'll just use my amazing charm to shake him off."

"Yeah right. You have the same charm level as a caterpillar-"

"What'd you say?!"

"Nothing, nothing. Wanna get lunch?"

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"Jisung, I have something important to tell you."

"That's what friends are for eh? What is it my princess?"

"I'm not your princess, shut up."

When you ask her one more time what it is, her expression turns dead serious.

I stretched out my hand towards a hopeless future and poured myself out.

"I like someone. And I want to ask him out."

A throb of pain blooms in your chest. "O-Oh? Uhm and I suppose you'd tell me who that is?"

And she did. It was Hwang Hyunjin. THE boy of the entire school. Tall, talented, artistic, smart, and literally everything else a girl could hope for.

"Every single girl in this school is heart throbbing for him. Should i ask him out?"

Even though you acted totally cool about all this, you couldn't imagine your best friend, whom you've known for more than 10 years, falling for some random guy all of a sudden and thinking of confessing to him.

'Heart throbbing for him,' she had said.

'Then what about me?' you wonder. Are you some kind of old, wrinkly junk to her that can be thrown away and abandoned so easily?

Perhaps.. compared to THE Hwang Hyunjin, always the main character of the story, you probably are.

◇

I try to talk with you more and I feel so tired. But I can’t give you up.

The next few days you kept asking her what she liked about Hyunjin so much.

"Why do you keep asking?" she'd respond, waving you away.

Our pointless arguments end yet again with a goodbye.

If this is thе last of us,

I might just die.

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It was 10 years ago when you first met her, and 5 years when you fell in love with that person.

At first you didn't even know what love was. You didn't even care.

But the moment you met her, everything changed.

Love me like you loved me.

When you guys ate lunch together, you'd offer her your snacks. Every single day, she'd say "I love you bestie" and gobble it all up in one go - smiling with those cute cat like eyes and chubby cheeks.

'Cute,' you thought.

Say you're still mine

Once, in high school, someone from your class confessed to you during literature. You were so shocked that your introvert ass just kept staring at the poor girl fidgeting in front of you nervously.

Then, your best friend took action. Knowing that you probably didnt have any feelings for anyone, she told the girl to piss off.

"Sorry, but he's mine!" she had said playfully, putting an arm around you.

Of course you knew she was covering for you, but you couldn't help blushing furiously.

These days, all she does is talk about that stupid crush whenever she has a chance.

When you offer her snacks, she takes them without a comment and walks off to talk to other friends (mostly Hyunjin).

As time passes, you both start to draw apart. You didn't like it and so did she but it was the only way for you two to start focusing on your own dreams and interests.

Don't leave me

But she did.

I need somebody.

2 Years Later

It's over a year you haven't seen Han Jisung. After you announced that you and Hyunjin are finally dating, he just disappeared without a word.

Where could he be? you kept asking yourself.

3 More Years Later

Your sister is graduating high school! The exact same high school you went to five years ago...

Before the ceremony started, you decide to take a stroll around the large school - check if any of your old teachers still worked here.

On the way, you found yourself walking in the same hallway you went through the most often during your high school years.

Even though it should've been your long-time ex that you think about first, the face you first think of is Han Jisung.

Gosh, where could he be?

You come across your old locker.

The locker where Han secretly stashed chocolate and candies whenever you felt down,

The locker where you hid yourself and cried in when you failed finals,

The locker that Han Jisung opened and carefully carried you down,

The locker where you had your first kiss.

Yes it was a very stupid dare that you guys thought of when you were young, foolish, and immature. But it was still your first kiss.

Shaking away the passed memories, you pry open the unlocked locker.

Since summer was approaching, everyone had emptied theirs and took all their belongings home.

There was nothing in there..

Except a folded note.

With trembling hands, you pick up the paper and open it. The moment you see the handwriting, you gasp - it is Jisung's.

Dear (name),

I heard your sister is finally graduating and I couldn't miss the chance of talking to you.

I knew you were sooner or later passing by here so.. i left a note

Funny what you're thinking, where are you?

Hopefully you read this and not just a random freshman who got a new locker.

As you know, this school holds a lot of memories we spent together when we were young.

I hope you treasure the past and think back to those good times like I always do every single day.

There's someone else in your head right now

I already know

But I'll think of it all as a lie. I'll wait.

Baby, don't go away

15 years ago, we became best friends.

10 years ago, I fell in love with someone.

And that 'someone' is you.

I've waited for you, (name). And I still am.

Just dont leave me alone

Don't forget that when you need it, help is always beside you.

Just stay by my side

I love you.

Forever yours: Han Jisung

Miserable (You and Me)

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Check out masterlist for more.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! THANKS FOR READING!

[wilsons-striped-ties]

october tc challenge (days 1-31 one shot)

original post here!

this has been rotting in my drafts for months but since I no longer like mango, these are all about passion fruit!

Day 1: How long have you known your TC for?

two years and eight months

Day 2: What sets your TC apart from everyone else?

his class is really interesting and the way he teaches is very hands on and it's just so easy to remember stuff, and he's one of the only two teachers I had that wrote us personalized notes for our graduation

Day 3: If you were able to sing a song to your TC, what would it be and why?

favourite by isabel larosa cause I wanna be his favourite student and he seems like he'd like the vibe of the song but if i were to be very honest, secret love song by little mix ft jason derulo because it reminds me of him just so much

Day 4: What fictional character does your TC resemble?

I'm not sure to be very honest

Day 5: If your TC called you beautiful, how would you react or respond?

okay I will die because he gives compliments in a really nonchalant way like pretending that it doesnt bother him and will carry on pretending he didn't say anything but he will mean it, especially if he says it in a small voice and I will just die

Day 6: What landmark in the world best describes your TC?

Louvre Museum, everyone knows the exterior of the museum and the surroundings and everyone's always like oh yeah the Louvre etc etc but not everyone has the chance to go in and marvel at all the artworks and the interior of the museum as compared to its exterior and in the same way, everyone looks at passion fruit with his scary looks and unpredictable reputation, but I think I'm one of the only lucky few to actually know his personality and see a hidden, surprisingly thoughtful side to him

Day 7: Do you think you’ll stay in contact with your TC after you leave? If you’ve already left, have you?

I have left but I frequently come back to school so I do stay in contact with him, maybe once a month or so?

Day 8: Can you think of any advice for somebody currently crushing on their teacher?

use it as motivation for studies!! use it to your advantage!! become a teachers pet it's super fun and you'll have more advantages in the class!! on a serious note, having a crush on a teacher is great and all but you've got to be careful not to be groomed by them okay, it may seem like a wonderful thing if you're noticed by them in a more romantic way or something but reality is that you've got to be careful, you can't know a person well enough even if you've known them for a very long time. take care and stay safe yeah? you're important. don't base your whole life on someone else, even if it's easier/more tempting to. been there, done that, got hurt a lot. protect yourselves and you're worth more than you realise <3

Day 9: Have you ever gone somewhere with your TC non-school related?

no but I wishhhhhh

Day 10: Has your TC ever complimented you? Either appearance or personality?

he always says I'm very self driven and humble and an awesome and obedient student (i melted when i saw him write that in his card to me for graduation)

Day 11: Do you have a favourite outfit for your TC?

it would either be his black dress shirt or his dark blue dress shirt, he usually wears the same things over and over HAHA but he looks really good in jeans, surpringly

Day 12: Have you ever cried in front of your TC? How did they react?

nope

Day 13: If your TC named their child after you, how would you feel?

oh goodness hmm I would feel honored because that would be the highest praise from him I feel, but still, nah

Day 14: What has been your best moment with your TC?

i think when i gave him cupcakes for his birthday, he instantly melted and it was so special to me and i really hope it was special for him too

Day 15: Has your TC ever flirted with you, be it playfully or seriously?

not really, but he's teased me once or twice I thinkk

Day 16: Have you ever stalked them on social networking sites? If so, how often?

oh yes for sure, but he's not active anywhere, but he flipped the tables and told me he looks at my instagram quite frequently, so i post more for him HAHAH

Day 17: Describe your TC in three words

thoughtful, passionate, proactive

Day 18: Do you have any nicknames for each other?

unfortunately nope but he's called me his star history student once

Day 19: Have either of your parents met your TC? If so what did they think of him/her?

yup, both, and he recognized them so fast it's scary, they know a bit of my delusions HAHA and they don't comment anything much

Day 20: Are you or have you crushed on another teacher before? What happened?

mango, before passion fruit came but ultimately after graduating, I made the decision that passion fruit is better and more worth my time :'

Day 21: Have you ever met your TC’s partner/wife/husband? What was it like?

nope, but I've saw his youngest kid a couple times before, very cute HAHA

Day 22: Imagine your school is asking students to write an article on student teacher relationships and you’ve been asked to help. What sort of thing would you want to put in the article?

oh woah um maybe the advantages and disadvantages of it???? i don't know

Day 23: How do you imagine your TC’s body to be like?

HAHA next question

Day 24: What would you do if you found your TC blog which was devoted to you?

if i was a teacher and found a tc blog devoted to me? scared cause i know the extent of this community HAHA but secretly honored at the same time

Day 25: Has anybody in your school (students or teachers) noticed any inappropriate or unusual behavior between the two of you?

we don't have any inappropriate behaviour between us but two of my closest juniors know that I always hang around him, take pictures with him and like him quite a lot, and his best friend (a math teacher who always hangs around him) knows a little bit about how close we are cause he was there when me and passion fruit were talking in the canteen a couple hours after I gave him his cupcakes

Day 26: Has your TC ever said something to you to make you think they may like you?

probably not? he does like me as a student but not romantically i feel, but i know i'm one of his more memorable students probably

Day 27: If teacher-student relationships were legalized, would you tell them how you felt?

maybe...? i wouldn't want to wreck his family nor our relationship together though

Day 28: What do you imagine your TC doing right now?

it's a sunday so he's probably marking worksheets and spending time with his family

Day 29: Do you ever see yourself dating somebody your own age? Why or why not?

possibly, but i don't really like the guys my age, i prefer someone a couple years older than me

Day 30: If your TC told you they were leaving, what would you do?

i would be so distraught cause he's one of the main reasons why i still go back to my high school and the school would just be so different without him, he's been in the school for ten years man, and if he was leaving then it would probably be the last time i ever see him, i don't see him out of school... now im emo :'

Day 31: Describe your perfect date with your TC?

museum dates, or just anything where we can hold hands and walk comfortably, and talk and get to know each other more in a quiet space, maybe a dinner date too

[poppletonink]

The Marauders Era as songs by Conan Gray

Heather is ATYD Remus to Sirius (while he was with Mary) and about how much he hates himself for liking Sirius, who at the time he was convinced was straight.

Family Line is about the Black Family - specifically from Sirius or Regulus' perspective. There are so many lines that leave this impression upon me, however the main part of the song that draws me to this conclusion is the bridge: "All that I did to try to undo it, all of my pain and all your excuses. I was a kid, but I wasn't clueless. (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this) All of my past, I tried to erase it. But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name but (We are not the same, same)".

Fight or Flight is either an ATYD wolfstar song or a jegulus song ("I'd rather die than have to cry in front of you" feels like something Remus would say to Sirius, and "I'd rather lie than tell you I'm love with you" is Regulus to James).

Comfort Crowd is a Remus Lupin song; specifically about how he bottles up his emotions until he reaches breaking point, and how being around his friends (i.e. Lily and the Marauders) gives him comfort because for a while he forgets about the things that make him different to everyone else - such as being a werewolf.

The Story feels like a canonically accurate telling of the Marauders Era (not that anyone in this fandom takes any notice of staying with canonical boundaries). It tells the story of jily and wolfstar from a canonical standpoint, and it is quite frankly heartbreaking.

Wish You Were Sober is ATYD wolfstar once again (specifically during 'Fifth Year: Sweet Sixteen' or 'Fourth Year: March'). 'Fourth Year: March' because whilst drunk tells Remus "But you, like… are , magic, y’know?" This instance is reminiscent of the line, "Real sweet, but I wish you were sober". 'Fifth Year: Sweet Sixteen' because they had their first kiss at Remus' birthday party, after both of them had had a few drinks; this scene is wholeheartedly summed up by this song.

Memories and Astronomy are both about jegulus. Memories is purely a jegulus song for the second pre-chorus: "So, there's no good reason in make believin' that we could ever exist again. I can't be your friend, can't be your lover. Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love, with somebody other than me." This part of the song is most definitely Regulus to James - having doubts about their relationship and feeling afraid that he is holding James back from being with Lily. Astronomy is most definitely a jegulus song for numerous reasons, two being that Regulus is named after stars and many of the lyrics describe them and their relationship (i.e. "As much as it seems like you own my heart, it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart").

Crush Culture is ATYD Remus during the Great Snogging Race. Remus didn't know that he was gay at the time and therefore could not place why he wasn't interested in kissing girls like Sirius and James were. This is encapsulated by a few lines from the song - "I don't want your sympathy, all this love is suffocating, just let me be sad and lonely" and "Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out".

[violetwinterwidow01]

Civil War: Dumbfounded (AU)

This popped in my mind, i had to throw in my 2 cents😜

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Imagine

Before Ross leaves, Cevyn grabs his attention.

Cevyn: Hmm, seems like he finally grew some balls, but allow me to crush them before you go...

He drops his head, sends his security out of the room and turns around. Everyone's eyes land on her as she absentmindedly swivels in her chair staring up at the ceiling. Cevyn lulls her head to the side, to look at Ross, and scoots up folding her hands on the table.

Cevyn: If you could give us a logical explanation as to WHO or WHAT is going to save this planet from the next alien invasion, we will gladly get out of what little hair you have left...

She rises out of her seat before he can speak.

Cevyn: And if you're gonna stand there naming off the Army, The Navy, The Seals, The Air Force, Police, Firefighters, Doctors, Scientists, pretty much anybody that has no goddamn expertise in this field... youre gonna need a third tripple bypass fucking around with me.

Rhodey snickers. She smiles.

Rhodes: Cev, calm down-

She cuts Rhodey off.

Cevyn: I am calm. Im simply waiting for an answer.

All eyes are set upon Ross as he blankly stares at the enraged yet calm woman hes been afraid of since the day they met.

Heres a backstory on Cevyn and Ross. The hatred runs deep. When Cevyn was 10 , Fury thought it would be a good idea for them to meet so that Ross was made aware of her powers, but mostly because Fury wanted to know if he could trust him, and the only way he could tell was if Cevyn shook his hand. Shaking hands allowed her to read someone, sense their aoura, and to see into their future. Seeing everything caused Cevyn to snatch her hand away and give him a death glare that could make Satan piss himself. From that point on, Cevyn knew that she would never get along with him, so she stayed as far away as she possibly could. Until she became an Avenger.

She saunters standing in front him. At this point everyone can see how intimidated he his by her. She snaps her fingers to get him out of his daze.

Cevyn: You have nothing to say do you? Because that's exactly who you were going to put in place of us weren't you?

Ross looks around the room for any signs of help. Wanda looks down, Vision looks straight ahead, Sam looks behind him, Natasha smirks, Rhodey lightly chuckles, Steve's shaking his head grinning, and Tony... you know those really good silent laughs you get? Yeah, thats where he is.

Cevyn: After all these years, still the same dumb ass expression on your face. Do you know the real reason why we do this, cause if not I'll be happy to break it down for you. We do this because we love this planet. Its the only one we call home. Nobody else can do what we do. Yes, there will be consequences. Yes, there will be collateral damage. But we can't help it when that happens. It shows that we are trying our best to control the situation, and save lives all at the same damn time. Do you have any idea how hard this shit is?

At this point, her body is vibrating with malice, yet she never raises her voice and masks it with laughter. Steve gets up to rub his wife's shoulders coaxing her down, while the team watches the scene unfold before their eyes. Tony sits in the corner burying his face in his hands, trying his hardest to suppress his snickering.

Rhodes: Tony, nows not the time to laugh.

Cevyn: You're one to talk. Over here about to keel over in laughter, go ahead and laugh because it is funny. This asshole has been a joke since the day Fury took me to meet him. The nerve of you walkin' up in here with the gall and the gumption to give us this bullshit proposal, basically saying you wanna keep us on a leash. In case you've forgotten, we're here at our own free fucking will, so Ill be damned if any of us will turn into somebodys bitch. This aint prison.

Natasha/Sam/Wanda: Oh my god🤭🤭🤭

Cevyn: You wanna know why i despise you so much? Youre sneaky, conniving, undermining, and repulsive. But, more importantly, it's the fact that you don't let your brain catch up to your actions. You do before you think, and that is highly disturbing. All im sayin is that You need us, and until you figure that out you can shove these accords right up your scrotum. I'm going to take a nap.

Cevyn shoves the accords into his chest walking out of the room. Tony can't contain his laughter any longer, and neither can the rest of the team. Steve chuckles and halls ass to follow his wife.

Steve: Sweets???

Cevyn: Steve, i dont wanna hear it. That imbecille has been a thorn in my side since i was 10. 10!!! Do you know how fucked up you have to be for a child to realize, "Hmm, theres something wrong with this mothafucker! Piece of shit dont know left from right, north to south or yes from no." Its time someone had the cojones to knock some sense into him.

Steve calms down from laughter. God he loves this woman.

Steve: First if all, language. Secondly i was just gonna say you were right.

Cevyn: Well, Thank you.

He wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her. He pulls back.

Steve: How are you feeling?

Cevyn: Tired. Not even showing that much, and this baby of yours is already kicking my ass. On top of that this asswipe comes in here causing a ruckus.

Steve laughs again. She joins in.

Steve: Can you see what he's gonna do next?

Cevyn: Ol' dumbass is gonna have chat with the United Nations. They're gonna realize what a terrible mistake this is and that if they were to go through with it, they'd be losing half of earth's mightiest superheroes. This also buys us more time to get to Bucky.

Steve quirks an eyebrow looking down at her and her stomach.

Steve: Us???

Cevyn: Yes. Me, you and Sam. Ill detach my conscience so she can go with you guys. She wont be pregnant.

Steve: okay.

Cevyn: Now, since all is said and done, take a nap with your wife and child.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, leaving lingering kisses all over his neck. He scrunches up his nose.

Steve: A nap?

Cevyn: Yup. Why?

Steve: I was hoping to do something else. What you did back there, made me feral.

She pauses mid kiss, Pulling away.

Cevyn: Even more than you normally are?

He deadpans.

Steve: Im offering you some head. Take it or leave it.

Cevyn: Fine.

[thenasoneshots]

Sirius Oneshot - The True Gift of Gifting

Requested?: No

Prompt: None/Song 

Type of oneshot: Songfic

Song Used: True Gift of Gifting - Mlp

Timing: Marauder’s Era (6th Year)

Reader's Relations: Remus’ Sister (For no reason whatsoever)

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: None?

Other notes: This includes mentions of my ocs, info can be found on my toyhouse about them.

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“(Y/n), calm down, I’m trying to think.”

“How can I calm down!? Remus, I have two weeks to get everyone’s gifts and I haven’t even decided what to get everyone yet!” I replied, exasperated as I sat on the sofa beside him.

“Oh… If that is what is stressing you out, I have an idea. What if we do a Secret Santa? That way, you only have to get one gift for someone.”

“Rem, you are a genius!”

And so, a few hours later, after dinner Remus, James, Sirius, Jen, Arianna, Mabel, Charlotte, Bella, Lily, Marlene and I were sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room. We all wrote our names down on a piece of parchment before putting them all in a hat that had been provided by someone. It was shaken up a bit and the parchment pieces were enchanted so only the person who pulled each one out could read what was on it. Soon, we’d all picked out our person and looked at the pieces of paper. I looked down at mine and immediately felt my face heat up.. I’d got Sirius, who I’d had a crush on for several years, and I had no idea what to get him.

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“Hey, (Y/n)!”

I rolled my eyes and looked up from my Transfiguration essay to see James sitting in front of me in the library, “What? I’m busy.”

“Just a quick question…Is it against the rules to trade names? Like if I had a better idea for somebody special? I mean specific?”

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what he was hinting at, “If you can figure out who has the person you want and they're okay with trading, I guess it's fine.”

“Great! So.. do you-”

“I don’t have Lily.”

His face turned slightly pink, “That’s not who-” I just raised an eyebrow at him, “Sure… Now, if you don’t mind, I have to finish this essay.”

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The day came when we decided to give our gifts, the day before everyone would be leaving for the Christmas Holidays. Eventually, it was my turn to give my gift, “I’ve actually got it upstairs. I’ll just go grab it from my dorm.” Without any further explanation, I stood up from my position on the sofa and walked up to my dorm, grabbing my guitar and bringing it back downstairs. I took a deep breath as Jen moved closer to Remus, so I had more space for the guitar on the sofa, due to the fact that it was evident Sirius and I had got each other, everyone else having received their gift, “I wanted to get you something oh, so rare. A gift to show I care, but nothing can compare to you, that's easy to see but I got stressed and overthought until the day was shot and it was all for nought, but now it's clear to me; I'm not gifted at gifting, It's really pretty sad. I tried to show I care, but it turned out bad. I'm not gifted at gifting so all that's left to say is that I really hope my gifting didn't ruin your holiday.”

I stopped singing, continuing to play the guitar in my hands as I looked up to see Sirius’ face, his eyes wide, with what I guessed was shock, and I started singing again, “The most magical gift that I can recall. It could've been big or small or even nothing at all. It doesn't matter, you see if it's from my friends on whom I depend. No matter what you spend it will be perfect to me. The true gift of gifting is what it means inside. We can show we care, spreading love far and wide. The true gift of gifting is totally free and you're the best there is at givin' it with the friendship that you give to me.”

When I stopped playing I looked up at Sirius who was sitting there, a blank expression on his face and not saying anything, “I’m sorry it’s not an actual gift, but I had no idea what to get you,” I spoke, my gaze on my lap, still, there was no response until, “Ow! What was that for?”

I looked up from my lap to see Sirius rubbing his arm and James laughing, “You zoned out, mate.”

“Sorry. (Y/n), you don’t need to apologise,” Sirius replied, walking over to me and pulling me up from my place on the sofa, “I loved the song,” he paused and turned towards Remus, “Moony, forgive me for what I’m about to do,” before he returned his gaze to me, taking my cheek in his hand and gently kissing me. I felt my face turn bright red and after I realised the situation, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back.

“Alright, we don’t need to see you snogging in the middle of the common room! The rest of us are still here, you know!”

I broke away from the kiss at the sound of Remus’ voice and let out a giggle, leaning my head on Sirius’ chest, due to our height difference.

“Moony, permission to date your sister?”

I lifted my head at this, “Y-you want to date me?”

Sirius nodded, “Yeah, I love you, (Y/n). I would be honoured to date you.” I smiled and turned my attention to Remus, giving him my best puppy eyes.

“You don’t need my permission. You’re allowed to date who you want, Sirius. Whether it’s my sister or not. I can’t stop you.”

I then felt Sirius wrap his arms around me from behind, placing his head on mine, “Good.” I giggled and turned around, facing Sirius again and leaned up, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh great! Now I’m the only one without a girlfriend! Come on, Evans, one date? Please?”

“And I already told you, NO!” Lily replied as she stood up, walking up to the girls’ dorms, causing me to giggle at the look on James’ face as he now looked like a kicked puppy. I just rolled my eyes and sighed, “I’ll talk to her, James, but if I can’t get her to go on a date with you, then you’re going to have to give up.”

His face perked up and he nodded, “Thank you!” I smiled in return and said my goodnights, giving Sirius another quick peck before following Lily up the stairs to the dorms.

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I was gonna save this for FandomMas, but then I realised it’s still like 75 days til th 1st of December, so I still have a while til I need to start posting them so I’m just posting it now.

[megan-loves-surveys]

#31.

Who gives the best advice? Depends.

Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? Discounting groups/artists where they only had one album so less songs to dislike, I think the closest is probably Five - there's no songs by them I actually dislike or hate, I'll listen to them all.

What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you? One of my online friends was the one who introduced me to Najoua Belyzel, and she is AMAZING. Her first album is one of my favourite albums ever!

Have you ever smoked? Yeah, I used to smoke socially when I was in my early 20's. Stopped doing it after awhile.

Does your favorite uncle have any children? No.

Have you ever been in a lighthouse? Probably?

Name one of your psycho exes? I don't have any psycho ones lol, most of them were pretty normal xD

Why were they a psycho ex? -

Do you still talk to your first crush? No, I legit haven't seen him in like 25 years.

Where would you like to travel? Japan is top of my list. Also France, the UK, the USA (I've been there loads but I want to go back), Perth in Australia and prob more.

Are you shy about singing in front of people? I suck at singing so I wouldn't do that to begin with.

Do you know anyone who always makes themselves out to be the victim? Yeah.

Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? Not that I can remember.

What’s your favorite movie battle scene? Dunno.

Do you have any step-grandparents? I did, but she passed a few years ago.

How far away do you live from the house you grew up in? I live on the other side of the city to it, so about a 40 min drive or so.

Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? I haven't.

What’s the population of your hometown? Auckland has 1.6 million people lol. But if you count only the suburb I grew up in, Google says the population of it is about 15,000. My current suburb has about 25,000.

What’s the most difficult experience you and a significant other have gone through together? People judging us cos of the age difference. One of his sons is only 4 years younger than me, and a lot of people gave us shit for it, it sucked. But people are much cooler about it now we've been together for awhile.

What’s something you have zero tolerance for? Animal cruelty. Also less serious but I also fucking hate it when people wish injury on wrestlers they don't like.

When’s the last time you said you were sorry? I bumped into somebody by mistake and said sorry about it. They thought they were at fault and apologized to me as well LOL xD

Would you like living on the coast? What coast?

Honestly, do you enjoy arguing? No.

Which theory do you wish but perhaps not believe was true about afterlife? It doesn't exist...

Are you scared of losing the person you like to someone else? Not really, cos I know he wouldn't cheat on me, one of his ex wives cheated on him (that's why they divorced) so he'd never do it to someone else cos he knows how much it hurts.

Do you have a hard time making decisions? Depends.

If there was a large spider in your room, would you stay in the room? Hell no, I'd be outta there until it was gone.

What’s your favorite kind of meat? (vegan/vegetarian options count!) Fish.

Have you ever been mistaken for staff at a store you were just visiting? No.

What’s the coolest or most memorable animal you’ve ever seen at a zoo? We went to the zoo in Washington DC, and they had a kiwi there. Kiwis are extraordinarily hard to see, even in NZ where they're native to, cos they're nocturnal. The handler for the kiwi asked everyone (it was a small group of about 10 people at a time allowed to see the kiwi) where they were from and when we said NZ she got excited lol. Then she invited us to stay after the demonstration was over (only us) and we got to see the kiwi properly up close and stroke it! It was so cool, they're really soft and super cute. The kiwi was all interested in the bracelets I was wearing and was nudging them with it's beak xD It was a really unique experience and not one many people can say they've done, cos the handler said that she doesn't invite many people to stay and meet the kiwi haha. Afterwards, we joked that we had to go to the USA to see the national bird of our own country xD

Do you share a bedroom with anybody? No, except for my boyfriend when he stays over, but most of the time we stay at his place.

What video game have you played the most hours of? If you don’t know, just make a rough guess. Pokemon in general as a series, but individual game most likely one of the Civ games, either II or IV.

Who will you see within the next week? Loads of people - my Mum, my Dad, my boyfriend, Ngawari, David maybe if we go to the night market, people at work, people in shops etc.

Do your parents live in their hometown(s)? Neither of them do - my Mum was born in Scotland, and my Dad was born in Rotorua. We all live in Auckland.

Have you ever modeled before? No.

If offered $1 million, would you do a reality show of your life? My life isn't interesting enough for that LOL.

Who owns the computer you are on? Me.

What’s your best friend’s favorite color? Pink.

What color was your senior prom dress? -

How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2014? None.

Northernmost state you’ve been to: Massachuetts or New York? I'm not sure.

Think you’ll live to be 100? Who knows. My Grandma lived to 96, so perhaps.

Which YouTuber do you feel like you could be friends with easily? Call Me Kevin, he seems so fun and nice.

Who do you know personally that has a nice singing voice? Dunno.

If you met your favorite musician, what would you ask him/her? I have met them, the only thing I asked was my fave member for a hug hahahah.

What’s something you used to believe in that you don’t anymore? Dunno.

What’s something you believe everyone should have? Food.

What’s the first thing you do once you get home from a trip? Just relax.

Do you listen to podcasts? Which ones? No.

What was the last heavy thing you lifted? I can't lift heavy things cos of my shoulder, so most things are heavy to me lol.

Do you have an anchor tattoo? No.

Are your hands unsteady? Not really?

Do you think you’re pretty? I'm average.

Who do you know that wears the most makeup? Dunno, not many of my friends wear it. Maybe someone at work.

Are you anyone’s first love? No.

Has anyone ever told you they were in love with you? Yes.

How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Haha, she doesn't know much. I am extremely kinky and have loads of fetishes, she knows nothing about any of that xD

Do you eat or drink as soon as you wake up, or do you wait a while? I wait awhile, unless I wake up thirsty.

Tell me about some of your interests. Wrestling is my main hobby - I love watching it, going to shows, collecting merchandise, chatting about it etc. I also love Pokémon, video games, writing, shopping, geography, YouTube, traveling, surveys, going to the gym, cats and a bunch more things.

What’s your favourite kind of Oreo? Just the regular ones.

Do you play any games on your phone? If so, tell me about one. Pokémon Sleep, Pokémon Go and BitLife are the only ones I play. Sleep is more of an app than a game but collecting the Pokémon is fun.

Do you have more male or female coworkers? It's about equal actually!

What’s the longest stretch of time you’ve spent completely alone? A few days.

Do you use Instagram? If so, what’s your current profile pic? No.

What are your thoughts on kids being given iPads to keep them entertained? It's fine as long as it's not too often, like all the time.

[TW: SUICIDE] Have you ever thought about giving up on life completely? No.

Have you seen the entire Harry Potter series? I've seen the first... four movies? Then I gave up on them.

Do you still have both of your parents? Yes.

Do you play video games? Yes! One of my fave things.

Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? No, I have green eyes and she has brown.

Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? Yes.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Yes, but I wasn't pregnant. Thank god.

When was the last time you went bowling? Oh god, years ago. Damn I wanna go now xD

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yes.

When was the last time you spent over $100 in one transaction? What did you buy? IPW tickets, with all the fucking fees, it was over $120.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Would you judge a grown adult for doing so? Yes when I'm alone. And of course I wouldn't, cos I do it xD

Would you describe yourself as fashion-conscious, or do you just wear whatever feels comfortable? I just wear whatever I like.

What are the main two colours in the room you’re currently in? Did you pick these colours out yourself? It's grey. And no, it was like that when we moved in.

Do you have piercings anywhere except your ears? How many and where? I don't even have my ears lol.

What’s your opinion on leggings as pants? I do that, so it's cool. I just make sure to wear a shirt that's long enough to cover my crotch properly so there's no camel toe lol.

Who was the last person you were in love with for more than a year? My boyfriend.

Do you have a secret life? No.

Have you ever seen the last person you kissed without a shirt? Yes.

Do your parents know EVERYTHING about you? Hahah no.

Favorite thing to eat with peanut butter? I like it on it's own.

If you had to get a piercing right now, what would it be? Ears.

The last time you held a baby: No idea.

Does your mom eat meat? Yep.

What would be your reaction if one of your parents said they were having another kid? My parents are in their 70's LOL. My Mum is far past that, and I doubt my Dad wants any more kids, plus my stepmum is his age haha.

What fish scares you the most? Dunno.

How do you feel about snails? Cute as hell! I used to own pet snails as a kid haha.

If you were told by a professional that you were unable to become pregnant, how would that affect you? Is there something important to you about conceiving a biological child rather than adoption? And finally, if you even want to have children, would you choose adoption or surrogacy or would you go on childless? I'd be so happy. I don't want kids at all, and that means I could have sex unprotected without risk of it LOL.

Are you physically affectionate with your friends? Yes.

Do you kill spiders when you see them? I try to, but usually I just start crying and freak out until someone else takes care of it lol.

What’s your favorite makeup brand/brands? I don't wear makeup, so I have no clue.

What fictional creature would you like as a pet? A Pokémon, like Eevee or Luxray haha.

Have any local businesses closed that you’re sad about? Not lately.

How do you feel about TikTok? It's stupid, I don't have an account.

Any current trends you dislike? Crocs and those ugly shapeless long dresses that have hung around for 2 summers now. I'd never wear one lol, gimme a short sundress any day of the week.

If you had three daughters, what would you name them? I hope that doesn't happen lol. But if I had to pick, I'd go with Cheryl, Imara and Stella.

Would you ever adopt a child? No.

Do you like your name’s meaning? It means pearl, that's pretty nice. I also found out it's Greek and Irish, which is cool.

Do you and your mom look like sisters? Not really, though my Mum does look younger than her age, she doesn't look THAT young.

Are you the same height as your mom? Almost, she's an inch taller than me.

Do you know anyone named Travis? No.

[TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE] Did your parents abuse you? No.

What is something you’ve learned to never take for granted? The people in my life taking care of me.

Tell me about something significant that happened to you in the past week. I guess Maniacs show last night, it was their final show and they had a huge turnout, which was great. I sat between David & Scott and they were shouting nonstop all night, LOL.

What subjects do you like to read about? Geography, wrestling, Pokémon, true crime, missing people and girl groups.

What is the name of the last book you bought? Reach For The Stars, it's about 90s and 00s British pop groups.

If you could change one thing about your home, and money was no issue, what would it be? No clue. I live in a complex, all the houses are connected and are the same so if we changed anything it would be odd haha.

Are there any (obviously fictional) villains you can’t help but love? Hmm.

Can you name a villain who you could kind of side with? -

What color eyes does your significant other (or crush) have? (If applicable.) Blue.

Does anything around your home need repairing? Not right now, thankfully.