#jealousyyyyy

[th3worstinm3]

Please write about Noah being jealous of fem reader with Nick (It doesn't have to be romantic❗) She and Nick have in common the ability to play the drums 😊

hii!! i actually wanted to write something similar to this so thank you!!!

pout

jealous nowah, what other information do u need? >:3

"Dude, calm down, you look like you want to make his head explode," A concerned Jolly spoke up, bringing his hand to Noah's shoulder. "I'm trying." The mentioned mumbled, muffled by his fingers over his mouth, chin on palm. Jolly sighed, sitting next to Noah and offering him a beer.

You see, Nick and you were working on drums together. You loved playing the drums, maybe you were kinda bad at it, but it's so fun to hit things and make up beats and all that; and of course, if you had any doubt, Nick, your best friend, would always be there to help you. So there you were, sitting next to him in front of his set, learning some interesting techniques.

Noah didn't like the way Nick held your arms, or the closeness of your faces. He knew Nick has been your best friend practically since childhood, hell he has been his friend for a long time too, but he can't help but feel insecure whenever you hang out with him. He trusted you with his whole heart, he truly did, but his mind spiraled down into that dark place he hates the most, insecurity and anxiety always finding a way to his thoughts.

He did nothing to avoid it, though. He didn't want to be that type of controlling and manipulative man, he just wasn't like that. He accepted that you had your friends; just as he had his own. But... Does Nick really see you as a friend? Or are there other intentions behind his longing stares and touches and time spent with you?

A hand on his head brought him back. "Are you alright? You seem worried," you mumbled out. He looked up, finding your concerned eyes. He huffed, nodded and leaned back on the studio chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Mean. He didn't answer your question.

His eyes were still focused on Nick's figure, almost burning the back of his head.

You followed his gaze. Oh.

"You're gonna set him on fire if you keep looking at him like that," You teased. He looked at you sideways. Oh he clearly didn't like that.

He stood up and walked away.

Jolly looked at you like he was done, and then nodded his head, raising his eyebrows and pointing at the door. You pursed your lips. Maybe you should to talk to him.

— ☆ —

The next time you saw him, he was in the kitchen, leaning on the counter looking down at his phone.

You situated yourself next to him, shoulder against shoulder. He didn't move. He didn't make any sound, just kept looking down at his phone.

After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat. The quietness was becoming overwhelming. His shoulders moved as he took a breath. He placed down his phone on the marble next to him. You looked up at him.

"I didn't like the way Nick was looking at you." He spoke, his gaze was locked in some point in front of him in the kitchen. You hummed. "It's like you spend more time with him than with me. Like you like him more." He hesitated. This caught you off guard. He wasn't the type of guy to show his feelings. You could count with one hand the times he has actually told you how he truly felt. He wasn't good at showing his emotions.

"Oh," You were still a bit taken aback. "Oh Noah," You started, grabbing his forearm. He still wasn't looking at you. "You know Nick is my best friend," He huffed a sacrastic laugh.

"Friends aren't all touchy touchy with each other." You looked up at his face. He was pouting. Cute. You moved, standing in front of him, and your hands went to his cheeks. He finally looked at you. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was playing the angry kid card. You giggled at him and he huffed again.

"Noah, you're the only one I'm interested in right now." This seemed to calm him down just slightly. His expression softened and his pout disappeared. He looked to the side, and then looked at you back. "You promise?" He needed reassurance. He trusts you a lot, but his heart and mind play tricks on him all the time.

You nodded.

"Say it," He complained like a child. You rolled your eyes. "I promise" was your answer, elongating the syllables with a playful laugh. His shoulders relaxed.

You looked at each other in silence, unsure of what to say next. "You know," you started, and his eyes immediately landed on yours. "Maybe he is being a bit too physical." You assured. He pursed his lips. "But that doesn't mean he's going to take me away from you, or whatever you're thinking in that mind of yours," your index finger went to his forehead, and he chuckled. You took a step closer, and his hands landed on your waist.

"As I said, you're the only one I'm interested in, at the moment." Your hand went to his face, moving lost strands of his grown out bangs away from it, behind his ear. His gaze softened.

You smiled lovingly at him. "Thank you for telling me how you feel. I know it's difficult for you, so thank you." He grinned slightly. "Now," your hands went to his chest. "If it makes your heart feel better, I can tell him to tune down the physical contact." You said, looking up at him. He looked to the side, clearly debating with himself. You hummed, waiting for his response.

He hugged you suddenly, hiding his face in your hair. One of your hands went to the back of his neck, playing with the short locks of hair that rested there. He mumbled out a couple things, and between all the slurred out words, you were able to make out "thank you".

You knew how hard he was on himself, so you promised each other to try to talk about each others' feelings and not bottle them up.

[prettyboykatsuki]

heather + rinsagi but heather is rin ough

[kazu-naito]

yes yes yes gimme male rivalry 🍿

[cherryplant]

I don’t get people who actively complain when big artists just draw front facing portraits over and over. like that’s not the dream. to have a style so pleasing people will want to look at portraits over and over again.

[lxvemaze]

ahhh that was so good!! i hope you didn’t delete your other one completely bc now im curious as to what that one was like 🫨 don’t waste your works bestie 🤭♥️

~🦇

I DIDN'T DELETE THEM!!! HERE THEY ARE!!! LOVE YOU 🦇 ANON!!!!

friends to lovers with mingi

pairing' mingi x reader

genre' fluff

warnings' jealousyyyyy, kys joke, reader calls mingi a "whore" as a joke

[miralunawritez]

Veneer x Fem!Assistant!reader

Background: The reader is going out with friends, she is wearing a kind of revealing outfit and Veneer gets insecure and nervous because the reader looks absolutely irresistible. (Veneer is in love with the reader, which she doesnt know that)

Genre: JEALOUSYYYYY

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You and a few of your friends are going out to a new club that just opened, you guys all decided to match in a nice lowcut black dress with thigh high black heeled boots. You were walking down the hall of Velvet and Veneers Mansion when you walked past Veneer..

"Where are you going?" Veneer says, looking you up in down. "Im going out with some friends, why?" You ask, looking at him with a confused expression. Veneers blood ran cold, looking around for an excuse for her not to go. "You cant leave yet, I need your help with something."

You check your phone to look at the time, "Veneer I dont have a lot of time, what do you need?" you look at him, frustrated. "My nail polish is chipping off, can you redo them please?" he pleads. "Can it wait til aft-" "NO." he yells, cutting u off. He nervously clears his throat as your expression changes from frustration to concern "I mean no."

"Fine." You roll your eyes, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the dressing room. "Sit." You say, clearly frustrated. You pull out some neon green nail polish, kneeling in front of him and taking his hand in yours. Veneer watches you intently as you repaint his nails, a blush creeping onto his face from your touch and how pretty you look when your focused.

You finish painting his nails, pulling his hand up closer to ur lips to blow on the fresh paint. You glance up at him, realizing hes looking right at u. Your heart races as your face starts to burn up from being flustered. "There, all done." You say as you stand back up. "Thank you." He says while looking at his freshly painted nails.

You check your phone again, "I really have to go now, I was supposed to be at the club 5 minutes ago" you say, seeing that your friends are blowing up your phone asking where you are. "Wait! I still need your help!" Veneer says frantically while panicking. "What now veneer? I seriously have to go!" "I dont know what to wear tomorrow." Veneer says, you look at him completely shocked and dumbfounded, "You seriously need help picking out your outfit for TOMORROW?" you yell, clearly stressed.

Veneer looks you in the eyes, "Yes." "Veneer, your like 18, you can figure it out yourself!" You check your phone again, 5 more minutes has passed. You groan, obviously annoyed as you walked to his room to pick something out for him to wear. You walk into his huge closet, you pick out a shirt and show it to him, "Ehhh, no." He says, disapproving. You roll your eyes and put it up, picking up another shirt, aggressively motioning to it. "That shirt is ugly, I dont even know why i have it." He looks at it with a disgusted look. You groan loudly, putting it up.

30 minutes and 30 shirts pass, you show him another shirt and he finally approves of it. You check the time and realize you were supposed to be at the club 40 minutes ago. Your jaw drops in anger and shock, you look up at Veneer, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down before you rip this boys hair out. "Oh nooo, looks like you cant go now.." He says sarcastically, hiding his excitement and happiness. "I guess not." You say in disappointment.

Veneer notices your disappointment, he starts to feel bad for what he did. "How about this? Since I made you miss going to the club tonight, tomorrow I take you shopping, any store, no budget, as much stuff as you want." "You dont have to do that Veneer." You say, smiling at his offer. "I insist, a day all about my dear assistant." He says, putting his hands on you shoulders. "Thank you.", you turn around and hug him. Veneers face turns a bright pink as his heart skips a beat, hugging you back. He smiles to himself, his plan on keeping you from going out worked.

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Sorry if its short!

[buttfrovski]

make Jason White and Tweek Tweak fist pump, with Craig looking at them, hiding at the bush.

jealousy jealousyyyyy

[anapotatowriter]

Hi there! I saw your requests were open and I absolutely adore your writing.

I am officially back in my Edmund Pevensie era (sorry Five Hargreeves, LOL). Do you mind writing something based on Save The Last Dance For Me by Michael Bublé?

Save the last dance for me

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

A/N: HI DARLING BESTIE! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST, I REALLY LOVED DELVING INTO SOME TROPES I COULDN'T FIT IN MY PREVIOUS WORKS! I really loved this song, and gained random inspiration from a Bridgerton clip- Did I get up in the middle of the night, and write this whole thing under 3 hours until 2:34 in the morning? Yes, yes I did. Did I do this when I am meant to be studying for my finals? No comment. I hope you like this story. If you don’t, feel free to message me, and I’ll make whatever changes you would like! Also, bonus points to people who can get the different references I have made in this fic~

Summary: Edmund Pevensie is from Narnia. Y/N L/N is from Terenbithia. They are supposed to be enemies, but are they really?

Contains: Fluff basically, a little, teensy-weensy bit of angst, some political rivalry that I *really* didn't explore, a secret relationship, some use of fan language that I think is inferrable??? and a bit of jealousyyyyy! Also, my writing is trash in this fr fr.

Requested: Yes

Now you can dance every dance with the guy 

Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight 

And you can smile every smile for the man 

Who held your hand beneath the pale moonlight

“We now announce Queen Y/N L/N, Queen of Terebinthia!”

I stepped out from behind the double doors that announced the entry of each royal guest arriving at Cair Paravel. Light applause rang out as I stepped down the stairs, a smirk gracing my face. Four distinct members in the room didn’t bother hiding the subtle displeasure on their faces—the kings and queens of Narnia, enemies of the Terebinthian courts, and thus my enemies. My dark green dress was sewn just to contrast the yellow, red, purple, and blue of the royal members of Narnia, reflecting the political tensions between the two kingdoms. The black lace fan that hung off my wrist reflected the age-old Narnian diamonds, another symbol to rub salt in the wound. My eyes, however, wandered to the younger king, whose silver crown glinting in the candlelight was rivalled only by the sharp flicker in his caramel-brown eyes. 

I stayed as far away from the four monarchs as possible, mingling with the population of royalty surrounding us all, a ruse to put up for the family. “Queen Y/N,” said a voice behind me. I turned to meet the eyes of the prince of Archenland, his blonde hair hiding the gold crown he donned. Prince Orlando’s eyes roved over my appearance, a breathless gasp escaping as he said, “Queen Y/N, I simply must have your first dance.” “It would be an honour, Your Highness,” I responded, curtsying slightly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. I opened the fan in my hand with a light flick, bringing it up to my chest and fluttering it, bringing the prince’s attention to the diamonds that adorned my neck and the lace of the fan. My eyes flickered beyond Prince Orlando’s shoulder, meeting the similarly entranced eyes of King Edmund. A secret smile graced my face as the fan “slipped” out of my hand and onto the floor. The eyes of King Edmund and Prince Orlando followed its path, the King stepping forward only slightly before resuming an indifferent posture. I glanced down at the fallen fan, my lips parting slightly in mock surprise. The prince bent on his knee to pick up the fan, just as Edmund’s jaw clenched subtly as he stared at us. Orlando held up the fan to me, my eyes flitting away coyly before meeting his again. 

I held my wrist out to the prince, making him gulp slightly when I slowly removed the lace gloves that adorned my hand. He widened the fan’s strap and fit it around my wrist, his fingers brushing against the recently uncovered skin. But my eyes were focused on Edmund, who watched the fluttering glove as if it had done him a personal disservice. His vision flitted to my wrist, and then to my eyes. He gazed in my direction with extreme focus, making my hand tremble slightly as I replaced the gloves on my hand. Orlando offered his hand to me, which I accepted, and joined the dance floor. Moments later, the brunette king joined the throng of dancers with a partner of his own. I smirked as I curtsied, taking hold of the prince’s hands. The prince, whose blue eyes met mine eagerly, pulled me in closer with his grip on my waist. I gripped his shoulder subtly, before manoeuvring into a spin and out of his arms. The moonlight filtered through the windows of Cair Paravel, casting a light blue hue along with the orange from the candles. Despite the dim lights of the ballroom, I could feel the pair of eyes belonging to Edmund boring into me, making goose bumps rise on every inch of my skin. 

Baby, don't you know I love you so

Can't you feel it when we touch

I will never, never let you go

I love you oh, so much

You can dance, go and carry on

I glanced at Edmund for a moment, who was already staring back with an unrivalled intensity. A drop in the music signalled a switch in partners. My hands immediately left those of the prince, seeking their return to the place of comfort. Home, home, home. Warmth, comfort, and callouses which marked my heart, my hips, my body, my love. I twirled over to the man next to me, Edmund immediately taking hold of me as my dress whipped around me. His fingers dipped tantalising low on my waist, just far enough from being deemed scandalous. The warmth of his palm cut straight through the layers of satin, silk and net that adorned my dress as if they didn’t exist. His hand grasped mine firmly, intertwining our fingers as a means of saying, “I will never let you go.” The moonlight littered over his freckled cheeks, the adoration in his eyes making my heart thud pathetically against my chest. The world around me seemed to disappear as I gazed into his eyes when light applause around us broke me out of my reverie. The music had stopped, indicating the end of the dance. The fan that hung off my wrist was clasped in my hand again. I manoeuvred the fan and swiped the open fan along my cheek. He chuckled under his breath, glancing away quickly before looking back and bowing. As his face dipped just near my ear, he whispered, “I love you too, Y/N… I love you oh so much.” I smiled cheekily at Edmund, curtsying in response before walking back to Prince Orlando for another dance without a glance back.

'Til the night is gone

And it's time to go

If he asks if you're all alone

Can he walk you home, you must tell him no

“Are you going to be travelling home alone, Queen Y/N?” asked Orlando, his eyes flickering with concern. “You need not worry yourself, Prince Orlando. I can do just fine myself,” I replied, smiling. “I can drop you home, Queen Y/N if that would be safer or more comfortable for you.” “No, Prince Orlando. I appreciate your offer and kindness, but I will be fine,” I replied, sharper than intended. He nodded his head in understanding, bowing deeply one last time. He took my hand and grazed his lips against my gloved knuckles before walking out of the ballroom. I caught the eye of Edmund, who was conversing with one of the foreign dignitaries. As if sensing my gaze, his eyes shifted to meet mine. I took my fan into my right hand, placing it in front of my face for a few moments. His eyes glinted in recognition as I walked away, an invitation to follow me. I stalked through the halls of Cair Paravel, which I had crossed through multiple times in the cover of darkness and shadows. I finally emerged through the trap door into the Cair Paravel Gardens, the lingering scent of something citrus infiltrating my senses. As I admired the view, the scent of the gardens was drowned by the smell of coffee and old books. Before I could turn around, Edmund wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the warmth of his chest. A sudden chill raced down my spine as King Edmund's arms enveloped me, the temperature from the cool gardens contrasting against the warmth of his embrace, making me shiver slightly. “Hello Darling,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb the tranquillity of the gardens. Snippets of music still drifted from the ballroom, but the incessant chattering of crowds was silenced. And there we stood, hidden by the hedges and wisteria-festooned walls of the gardens.

'Cause don't forget who's taking you home

And in whose arms you're gonna be

Save the last dance for me

Oh, I know that the music's fine

Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun

Laugh and sing, but while we're apart

Don't give your heart to anyone

And don't forget who's taking you home

And in whose arms you're gonna be

So darling, save the last dance for me

“So, are we going to do anything, or just stand around? Because I must admit darling, I am getting rather bored,” I murmured. I could feel the way the corners of Edmund’s lips upturned against the joining between my neck and shoulder. “Maybe I should have taken up Prince Orlando’s offer of taking me home,” I said jokingly. Edmund chuckled lightly, before abruptly spinning me around and gripping me so I faced him. “Don’t forget who’s taking you home, darling. Would be a dam shame to miss out on me for some prince of Archenland,” he quipped. “You might have danced with Prince Orlando, but I'm the one whose arms you’re going to be in tonight.” “May I have the honour of your last dance, Queen Y/N?” asked Edmund as a new song began to play in the background. I chewed lightly on my lower lip, feigning contemplation as I said, “Oh I don’t know. I mean, the music’s fine, but I have already had my fun for the day, I think.” I placed the handle of my closed fan against my lips and pretended to think, watching as Edmund’s eyes tracked the shape of my lips. “Ask your question out loud instead of through your fan, and maybe I’ll agree,” responded Edmund, quirking his eyebrow. I looked away from his gaze and murmured a small, “Kiss me… please.” Before I could finish the last word, his lips pressed against mine softly, the tension leaving my shoulders almost immediately. His hands moved to my gloved ones, tugging at the fingers of the glove gently before pulling the gloves off. His hands traced the newly exposed skin, moving up my arms before placing one on my waist and holding the other one. I shivered at the contact with the skin of his palm, the hardened scars from battles finding their home in my hands. He pulled me into a slow dance, slowly, slowly, slowly tugging my heart to his. “Don’t ever give your heart to anyone else,” he said in my ear, a trace of insecurity running through his words. “I will always save my last dance for you, Edmund Pevensie,” I said in reply, holding on to him like it was my last day.

So darling, save the last dance for me

Oh baby, won't you save the last dance for me

Ooh, you make a promise

That you'll save the last dance for me

Save the last dance

The very last dance

For me

“Darling, save the last dance for me?” asked Edmund, holding his grip over my light blue gown that matched his outfit. “You have asked the same thing at every ball the last 5 years, and my answers never change, darling. I promise that I’ll save the last dance for you,” I replied, kissing him softly on the cheek. As he moved away from me to make his entrance into the ballroom and greet the royalty visiting our home, his sleeve caught on the black fan that dangled from my wrist. He lifted his wrist to his eye level, bringing mine up in the process. Instead of separating the fan from the button on his sleeve, he removed the fan from my wrist, leaving it bare. The diamonds on the fan, once a symbol of the enmity between two lands, showed the union between them. He opened the fan and brushed it against his cheek before walking away, a smile on his face as he glanced back one last time. “I love you, too,” I said to no one, the ring on my hand glistening in its position up high. I shook myself out of my reverie as the person at the doors declared, “We now announce Queen Y/N Pevensie, Wife of King Edmund of Narnia, and Queen of Terebinthia!”

[koris-crumbs]

gimme td character headcanons. literally any.

RAHHH okay anything for you pookie. These are mainly for my favorite four but i probably have some more somewhere in this brain of mine

Heather:

Fem lesbian obvious

Her and Noah are best friends bc they both clocked each other IMMEDIATELY when total drama island first happened

By best friends I mean both of them only admit it internally and never to each other

Shitty, homophobic parents meant she ran away/got kicked out 😋

MAJOR mommy issues. her dad just was kinda there and didn’t do anything

despises her siblings but LOVES noah and his own family

Ended up moving in with Noah trust she’s basically his sister

LOVES babies despite what people may think

Immediately falls asleep after eating (yeah she’s one of those people)

Pretends she only eats gourmet food when in reality her fave is honestly just a good, greasy burger from some shitty diner Noah took her too

Since she got cut off she makes Noah, and eventually Alejandro and Court buy everything for her 😍

LOVES her weird off brand total dramaverse jigsaw movies but that’s about the only type of scary movie she’ll watch bc it has no jumpscares it’s just gore basically.

HATES HATES HATES JUMPSCARES she’ll scream

thinks noah’s crush on alejandro is genuinely the funniest thing in the world she never lets him live it down

was stunned into silence one time bc noah flashed a photo of her bald on facetime one night

Immediately clocked Alejandro as being a closet bisexual she genuinely probably knew he was a boy kisser before he did

Courtney followed her private account after the events of World Tour transpired and heather screamed when she got the notification

has a key to Noah’s house bc she lives there (this will come back later trust)

passenger princess every time

Noah:

Gay gay homosexual gay

after World Tour and swearing off of reality shows (for now) he gets a job as a barista at some shitty cafe near his house

he gives Heather free coffee bc girl can’t live without it

drove like four hours to pick heather up after she got kicked out

is the designated driver of the group

also usually pays for everything despite being friends with mainly rich (or previously rich in heathers case) kids

knew he had a crush on alejandro from the start and just kinda let it simmer bc he figured nothing would ever come out of it

he has a mom car. a beat up subaru. he is truly the mom friend fr

carries that photo of bald heather around as a way to get her to shut up if she says anything too mean (usually to owen or izzy)

had to be the one to ask alejandro out and literally rehearsed it for hours

is a surprisingly good cook despite being the youngest of nine children. him and owen cook together all the time as a sort of bonding thing

hes a mommas boy trust. both of his parents are great though

never really went all out for halloween until he was roped into a group costume with owen and team e-scope one year. after world tour alejandro convinced him to do couples costumes with him

the most ATROCIOUS fashion sense known to man

Alejandro:

the definition of bisexual

he has the absolute shittiest gaydar in the world though. I know it

didn’t even know he himself was bi until world tour

ALSO meant he couldn’t tell noah was gay (stupid) and it devastated him on that plane even though he had no idea why yet

THIS BOY HAS JEALOUSYYYYY PROBLEMSSSS

being the youngest and always second best to josé definitely contributed to that

the daddy issues to match heathers mommy issues

always wanted a sister

after courtney and him make up after the events of world tour he basically gets her as one

they shit talk people in spanish together trust

has one sided beef with one of noah’s coworkers bc they have a crush on noah

him and heather stayed close after world tour but he did NOT know she lived with noah. he didn’t even know they were friends.

was always confused on why heather made him drop her off like a block from where she said she lived

was scandalized when he found out heather did in fact not strictly eat gourmet food

hates Owen with a seething passion. this one isn’t even a hc honestly. the hatred after world tour mainly stems from jealousy bc owens so close with noah

“why is he here??” “he’s my best friend, alejandro” “i thought I was your best friend ☹️”

yeah he sticks to that “best friend” story a lot.

noah only starts getting suspicious when alejandro says it’s okay for best friends to kiss just for funsies

him, heather, and courtney have to take noah shopping bc of how atrocious noah’s taste is

doesn’t watch movies in general but he loathes horror movies with a passion bc he’s just like heather and hates jumpscares

noah and court put a horror movie on during movie night one time and alejandro literally almost cut off noah’s circulation from how hard he was gripping

for their first halloween as a couple he made noah dress up as a vampire while he was a werewolf (a better love story than twilight 🤯)

does not. know what to do around babies and toddlers. they make him uncomfortable tbh. what if one crawls over to him? he will kindly pass on that, thank you

one time one of noah’s little cousins waddled up to him and he went 😟 bc he thought noah was testing how good he was with kids

has a key to noah’s house bc he’s down bad and already spends 90% of his time there anyway

neither his nor heathers keys were given to them by noah himself

noah’s momma strikes again

whenever he sits behind her he kicks heathers seat in the subaru

Courtney:

lesbian in denial for a while (lmaoooo i’m dr seuss)

honestly wasn’t even that sad about duncan tbh she was DEVASTATED about gwen though

musical theater kid. probably music kid in general.

despite popular belief i actually imagine her parents being very proud and genuinely good parents. they adore their baby girl

definitely has a big photo of her as a baby hung up in like the main area in her huge house

after heather comforted her she honestly regretted not getting her contact info so she had to resort to finding her on instagram after like a month of searching

her and alejandro had kept in touch so she was surprised when she found out he was best friends with heather and noah as well

100% said the infamous heartbreaking quote to heather during world tour at some point

“why not?” “i wish you were a boy” (sorry)

is a beast and super fan for horror movies and noah’s the first friend she actually gets to enjoy them with bc he doesn’t get scared (unlike a specific two people)

ALWAYS dresses up as a princess or fairy or smth for halloween every year without a doubt. heather nearly had an aneurysm the first halloween they spent together

is scary when she drives solely bc of her road rage which is why noah’s the designated driver not her (heather and alejandro don’t know how to lmaooo losers)

that’s it for them for the moment. maybe i’ll do more for other characters if i think of anything ^^

[sunandsstars]

Imagine Jake and is yelling at Neteyam and Lo'ak about something and they hit him with,

"I wish ____ was my mom,"

Because he sees how gentle and loving she is with the twins, Tsireya, and Ao'nung.

I want them to be in pain.

oh my god!

i feel like Lo’ak would definitely be the one to hit jake with that. that kid had so much daddy issues. but neteyam would definitely agree! without outrightly saying anything

they just see how reader treats the metkayina kids so nicely, always patching up their booboos and helping them with their chores. and they hear from the twins stories from their childhood growing up and they just sound so happy.

don’t get me wrong the sully kids childhood looked and sounded sweet, but when the sky people came and jake turned military mode they just didn’t felt like a family anymore.

jealousy jealousyyyyy

[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia in May (Part Twenty Two) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Parts 1-20, 21...

Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @belaballs @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TW: none.

[[A/N: y'all we got some jealousyyyyy. A little bit of that steam in this one that comes with regency era. Guys, I can't believe I wrote this. I'm like fangirling over my own shit. Just... be ready. Thanks for reading !!! ]]

The ball that Rick was throwing was essentially in your honor -a courting announcement. You weren't particularly sure why he wanted something as big as a ball, but you supposed with the riches he had, it would be an obvious choice.

You hadn't tried to talk him out of it, per se, but you had questioned his intentions.

"Why something so substantial? So big? Isn't it more formal for such a thing to occur between the family?"

"I shall be relentlessly proud to court you, the whole town should know so."

You blushed rather crimson at such a choice of words and failed to question any else.

And you blushed even further crimson when he relayed such sentiments to your Father upon a similar sort of questioning.

The outsiders, however, had no such idea that the ball had a purpose. Some, in fact, believed it was to set up Mr. Grimes and provide him with a higher lady than what the rumors had circulated. Your family wasn't exactly the richest, nor were you the poorest, but to be pursued by Mr. Grimes was something that had a societal line that you did not meet.

So, an appropriate amount of rumors had spiraled from that just as well.

As the rumor mill twirled, the guest list grew longer and the company became more sophisticated. Where women of great fortune went, men of great fortune went.

And you were certain such people would believe to be much over you, perhaps even push you out of the way to get to Mr. Grimes. You were certain such things would happen, and you would retain your grace throughout. At least, hopefully.

It was only a few minutes in, when you lost Mr. Grimes -pulled away by a damsel, or perhaps a father eager to meet such a man. Despite his promises of otherwise, you knew such things would happen and decided to glide around the ballroom.

You were among the first few guests to arrive, including your family, and had watched as the ballroom filled with wide eyes.

Women in the fanciest stitch work you'd ever seen, and men in just the same. Hair perfected, and jewels hanging from their necks, you felt quite out of place. Despite you wearing your best dress, you were still levels below such company.

You supposed you might've looked a little lost, and that's why he approached you.

"Madam," he spoke with a sort of accent you did not recognize, "-are you looking for someone?"

You turned to such a noise and met eyes with a man -one with the stitchery you could hardly believe existed. His hair, blonde, was perfectly retained, and a shiny broach laid square on his left lapel. His aura made you feel quite awkward.

"Yes, in fact," you responded, a little tightly -sort of bittersweet smile, not a true one, "-I'm looking for my sisters, or, rather, my Father."

"Is he in attendance?" He asked, curiously gazing over you, and you felt quite stiff, "-Why would he leave you alone in such a mess? A stunning damsel surrounded by less-than-suitable suitors. It's a recipe for disaster."

"Thank you, sir," you echoed, a little hollow, "-but I argue I can much fend for myself in such situations... with an undesirable suitor."

He seemed to pause, looking at you, "Yes, certainly. You seem to fend for yourself well."

You were silenced, unsure of what to say. The tone he'd reached was quite troubling, and some part of you wished your Father was near. Perhaps, you could wish him there-

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, hand outstretched as if he'd expected such an answer to be yes.

You rather didn't like such assumptions.

"I..." you began, a little lost as to where or what to say -you had a minimal amount of room to breathe here, "-I'm sorry but I cannot. I'm being courted and such a dance would be rather disrespectful to him."

"Has such a man have no respect for you?" He asked, and you merely stood stiller, "-Leaving you to the dogs is quite frowned upon, in fact, do you know where he is now? Has he abandoned you in the most critical sort of event-"

"I certainly have not," spoke a more familiar voice, one that had you calmed within the second. Your arm latched onto his without a second of doubt, and Mr. Grimes surely felt the way your fingers squeezed.

"Mr. Grimes," the man seemed to speak of shock, "-I apologize for such misfortunes, I truly-"

"I will ask you to leave, politely," Mr. Grimes interrupted, "-but if you choose to stay, I will ask much less politely."

"You mean leave the whole event?" He asked, rather quickly -nervously, you noted, "-I believe such a thing is rather severe, is it not?"

"Not at all," Mr. Grimes echoed, something cold in his tone, "-if you've been ineloquently pursuing my lady. Or perhaps on the grounds of you making her uncomfortable, I believe still that such a punishment is not very severe."

"I don't wish to disrespect you-"

"You already have," Mr. Grimes spoke, directly, brash, "-by disrespecting my lady, you have done the same to me. So, I request you leave."

"Very well," the man cleared his throat and stepped toward the exit without so much as another word.

"I am very grateful for such a rescue," you spoke, softly -rubbing your thumb gently onto his sleeve, "-I wasn't sure he would be shaken off easily."

"This is exactly why I wished for such a party," he sighed, dislodging your hand and turning toward you, "-when they know you are courting me, they will leave you be."

"Mr. Grimes," you started, "-as sweet as such an idea sounds, I do not need you to protect me. I'm very well capable, I've dealt with such people all my life."

"I do not wish you to," he hummed, soft and quiet, "-ever again. And I'm certain once it's announced, you will be unbothered. Even if I have to be by your side every outing-"

"Mr. Grimes, I'm capable of being alone-"

"Are you?" He asked, and you found yourself rather speechless, "-What if such a man as the previous comes to approach you? How would you get out of that situation?"

"I'm not-" you echoed, a little lost at such a tone, "-I'm not sure, but I would. Because I have before, I'm not something so weak as to not get a man away from me. Do you believe that I am?"

"No, no," he sighed, something in him faltering, "-you are not weak. I... I suppose I am."

You righted, suddenly seeing a much different Mr. Grimes, "Do you wish to speak outside the ballroom?"

"Not-"

"I believe we should," You leveled with him, "-to explain some things."

"Alright," he echoed, "-but only for a moment."

The two of you stepped out into the hallway, quietly so, avoiding any wandering eyes. It was a matter of honor at such a point, two people should not be sneaking off in such circumstances. Especially without a courting announcement.

The hallway was eerily empty, all staff gathered for the ball -you'd never quite been alone with him like this. Something in your spine stiffened.

"Is this about Lori?" You asked, cutting to the chase, sure, but it was important, "-About the affair?"

"I suppose so," he echoed, a little lost, "-in the grand scheme of things."

"I love you," you started, carefully, he seemed to be hanging onto every word, "-if you don't believe and trust that, I'm not certain we can make it."

"I know," he spoke, grabbing your hands, "-I know you do. I believe with all my heart that you love me."

"But do you trust it?"

"I... I should," he said, openly.

"Mr. Grimes-"

"Please," he interrupted, quietly, "-when we're alone like this call me Rick. I request it."

"Rick," you responded, your mouth cradling such a word -something far too special leaving your lips, "-I'm truly sorry she betrayed your trust, and you know that. But, I am different. A different woman! You must understand my heart is true to you only."

"Y/N-" and something in you startled for a moment but you continued.

"Never have I loved as I do with you," you hummed, something pricking at your eyes, "-I know you have loved before, a great love I'm sure. But I... I love you like nothing- no one else in my life."

"Y/N," it was slower this time, something caught in his throat.

"I love you," you echoed out, hoping he could hear you, "-and perhaps you've said those words before, but I have not. And they mean much more than a simple... simple feeling."

"Y/N," and he spoke it a little breathlessly like he couldn't believe you stood in front of him.

"You must believe th-"

Before you could finish a word, Mr. Grimes had leaned forward and connected his lips to yours. It was a slow sort of endeavor, a gentle press, but filled with emotion. Your hands raised to cradle his face, brushing across the little stubble he had there, as you sighed into his lips.

Your heart pounding in your chest, you had no idea what to do, but he was guiding you. It was the mere first step from what you knew, just the press of lips but it felt so much more then. Like he was pushing everything he felt into his lips, his hands, his fingers holding gently onto your arms.

Your knees were bound to go wobbly soon.

You pulled away first, something in your head stirring, pulling his face back from yours, you watched as his blue eyes blinked open -a sort of twinkle there you'd never seen before.

"I love you," he spoke breathlessly, and he pressed into you once more -catching your gasp between the seal of his lips.

Still, it remained a gentle press of lips, but he was pushing into it. His hands cradling your face now, he merely pushed into you more -you weren't sure you could get any closer.

He was the one to pull back this time, eyes shining and lips a rosy sort of red, and you were sure your face ran a little crimson. Okay, very crimson.

You weren't sure what to say, as he gather you up in his hands -pressing into your cheeks with his fingers, your eyes couldn't help but dip to his lips once more.

"We must head in now," he spoke, breathlessly, "-I'm not quite sure how much I can hold back... And... And you deserve such things properly."

"Properly, yes," you swallowed.

Mr. Grimes looked at you, and something in him snapped as he leaned forward again.

"One more couldn't hurt, could it?"

You were rather speechless, "Just one more."

He was a breath away from your lips now, you could feel his words whispered across them, "Just one more."

You weren't quite sure you believed him.

[mangarinspanels]

A Little Jealousyyyyy

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun| Ch.43

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

12 and 23!

12 : a trope you're really into right now

sweet sweet jealousyyyyy

23 : pick three keywords to describe your writing

pining....pathetic....unprolific

[amar-e-ser-destruido]

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A LITTLE JEALOUSYYYYY

[x-angel-dust-x]

Why I Love Being Skinny (aka Motivation to Lose that Stubborn Last 25lb)

-getting told "you're so skinny though!" whenever I talk about dieting

-being as skinny or skinnier than my hot college friends

- showering with my roommate and not being embarrassed of my body

- jealousy from girls

- all clothing looking effortless and being easy to find new of

- less night sweats/always being cold

- better mouth hygiene because I'm eating less and paying attention to self care

- enjoying showering in general and self care

- feeling confident

- swim suit body! First year I'll wear a bikini again if I lose the weight

- shorts and crop tops ✨

- fall sweater weather

- not ripping my jeans because they're too tight

- getting better as saying no to food will help me say no to cigarettes and overdoing it on the weed

- less money spent on food and weed will help me save towards things that make me happy in the long run

- more intimidating when im hot

- physically being able to run and dance without getting out of breath and jiggling my rolls

- no more pity compliments

-JEALOUSYYYYY on someone else's part for once instead of mine

- No indigestion issues embarrassing me at work or school because I won't need to go as often lol

- being more confident to ask out people

[juieon]

I SMELL SOME JEALOUSYYYYY YOU JUST LET THAT BEEEEEEE YUTA AUTOTUNE PART