#like. i dont need to. i can just think about it and it arrives fully formed in my head

[eonars]

One time I took nyquil before a really long international flight and as I was falling asleep listening to music I accidentally nudged my phone screen in a way that made the song currently playing repeat on a loop instead of repeating the playlist so I ended up unconsciously listening to Curse Of The Serpent by Jesus Piece on loop for like 5 hours straight just beaming it directly into the softest parts of my subconscious and that's the reason behind everything that's wrong with me now I think

[toastsnaffler]

ykw actually I am angry + disappointed w them. I've been pushing how I feel aside and trying to make it my own fault so it's all contained but I think theyve just been mean. and they really should know me better ik I try to pretend I don't expect more from them so I feel less hurt when they do things that upset me but we've been friends for years by this point. like come on.

[girasollake]

Can you please write something for Mattheo Riddle with academic rivals and if we get caught I’m blaming you

Tyty <3

✧ mattheo riddle x fem!reader x academic rivals x "if we get caught I’m blaming you"✧

( this request is a part of my writing event, here is the link to the masterlist of the fics i'll be publishing from said event:) )

❁ i love all variations of enemies to lovers hihi, anyway this might have some mistakes which i’ll probably fix in the future

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You stormed out of the class the moment it ended. You couldn’t stand his remarks and comments on every topic, often resulting in an argument where the teacher had to step in to end it. You huffed and went outside to get some fresh air, Pansy followed your steps and you both sat down on the cold pavement. She took a cigarette out of the box and placed it in between her soft lips. To her surprise, you looked at her and extended your hand flat so that she could share one with you. She saw you smoke like at best - three times, throughout all the years she’s known you. You hated that smell, because whenever you smelt it he was somewhere close.

‘You want-‘

‘Yes.’ You cut her off and she silently placed a cigarette in your hand. ‘Don’t question it.’ You muttered as put the thing between your lips as well.

‘I wont.’ She mumbled as she pulled out a lighter.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke, both the taste and the feeling of smoking made you cough a bit. Pansy kept her mouth shut, but her eyes never left your figure.

‘What?’ You turned to her, still clearly upset.

‘Nothing.’ She sighed and took a puff. “I just think you should pay less attention to him, he sees that this rivalry makes your blood boil and he uses that to get a rise out of you.’

You didn’t reply for a moment, thick smoke slowly escaping your lips.

‘But I can’t let him win.’

‘You have been fighting for the best grades since i can remember, why are you so obsessed about it anyway?’

‘I-.. I don’t know. I just dont want to give him the satisfaction of being better than me.’

She nodded slowly, ‘You comin’ to the party on tomorrow?’

You sighed, ‘Probably not. We have classes on Monday.’

‘And? You have the whole Sunday to study’ She replied. ‘Mattheo will be there, you both need to relax for one fucking night, right?’ She tilted her head and smirked.

‘I still won’t go.’ You replied and took another puff.

‘Ohh come on!’ Pansy whined and she grabbed your arm to shake it roughly. ‘Pleaseee… I dont remember the last time we went to a party together..’

You looked at her and sighed deeply while closing your eyes, ‘I’ll think about it.’

She chuckled, ‘Merlin, you are so easy to persuade.’

‘You want me to say no?’ You remarked and she raised her hands in defense, her lips in a thin line so that she wouldn’t say anything more.

During supper on Saturday the Slytherin party was everything anyone could talk about. The more things you heard about it the less you wanted to go, but the previous day you agreed to Pansy’s request, now regretting it fully. You moved your fork around your plate, sometimes taking a bite of the food but mostly playing with it. As soon as you could exit the Great Hall you hurried to your dorm. After what felt like four hours of looking through your closet, you finally found the most decent outfit for the party. It started at 9 p.m. but you arrived an hour and a half later. After all you said you’d come, not when. You spotted Pansy in the crowd easily, she was currently engaging in a possibly flirtatious conversation with Theo Nott. You liked him, unfortunately, because it meant wherever he was Mattheo fucking Riddle would be close by. This time wasn’t any different. You slowly squeezed your way through the crowd of drunk students and tapped Pansy on the shoulder after reaching her side.

‘Why are you so late?’

‘What do you mean? I thought the party started at 11?’ you replied sarcastically.

‘Yeah, sure you did.’ She jokingly rolled her eyes at you.

‘Hi Theo.’ You gave him a smile.

He gave you a nod and went back to slowly sipping his whiskey. A moment later you felt someone squeezing between you and Pansy to rest their arms on both your and her shoulders.

‘Hello ladies, can I get you anything?’ A chirpy voice asked.

You chuckled, ‘Hi Enzo, nice to see you too.’ You wanted to add you didn’t want anything but Pansy was quicker.

‘Yeah, we both want the strongest thing you have.’

‘Wha-‘ You tried to interfere.

‘Our friend here needs to take her busy mind off of things.’

And with that Enzo nodded in understanding and disappeared into the crowd with a smirk.

‘Pans, what the fuck?’ You raised your voice.

‘Relax, you need a night off.’

You scoffed.

‘If he is having fun then you should too.’ She replied and nodded towards something.

You turned around to see Mattheo on a couch, sloppily making out with some Ravenclaw girl.

‘I’m gonna puke.’ You turned to Pansy. ‘That is not my idea of fun.’

‘I’m not saying you have to hook up with anyone! All I want us to do today is to get completely plastered tonight!’ She pleaded. ‘Please?’

You wanted to reply but before you could Enzo had brought the drinks. Part of you knew this was gonna have consequences, but the other part of you was like fuck it. You sighed and with a smirk took the beverage from his hand, you listened to the second option.

The night was full of dancing and drinking, mostly the second one which led to you sitting in a circle at 1:45 am, playing truth or dare. You were laughing at Fred Weasley’s poor try to do a split when he suddenly gave up and drank his shot as punishment. Then the bottle landed on you.

“So, truth or dare?” He asked you with a cocky smirk.

“Dare.”

To be honest, you would have chosen truth if not the fact that you were already a bit drunk.

“I dare you to go in a closet for 7 minutes with Riddle.” He and George started sneering.

You locked eyes with Mattheo and without thinking replied.

“I’d rather take a shot than spend a second with him alone.”

He scoffed at you, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

You picked up your glass and the liquid soon started burning your throat.

On Sunday morning you woke up in your bed, how you got there though - you had no idea. You slowly sat up and felt like your head was going to explode in any moment. Then you remembered why you don’t get drunk, but it was too late to change that. You spent the rest of the day in your bed, away from any noise that would make this pain worse. You tried opening some books to study, but with this hazy mind and eyes not focusing on any sentence you quickly gave up and threw them to the side. After all, not studying for once wouldn’t bite you in the ass, right?

Monday morning was much better, you did your routine and the pain was gone. You quickly hurried to class and sat down next to Pansy just before the clock struck 9:00.

Professor Binns entered the classroom and everyone expected another boring lesson, where he hopefully falls asleep. Instead, he cleared his throat and told everyone to only leave their quills and a piece of paper on their desks. The students started looking at eachother in confusion, Binns had never done any sort of test without announcing it before.

“Today, I want to see how much you lot remember from the last few classes, there will be three questions, answer them briefly. You’ll have 10 minutes.”

Your eyes widened so much you thought they would pop out from the eye sockets. You were screwed, not only you hated this subject because you couldn’t remember much from what Binns was saying but you also haven’t studied because of this stupid party.

Everyone started groaning and trying to bargain with the professor but he was persistent. You scribbled the questions quickly as he was saying each one of them and you realised you don’t know anything.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself.

You saw Mattheo giggling across the room and writing on the paper. If only you could read his mind and copy the answers, but you couldn’t. You started writing anything that came to your mind, none of it was probably right, but maybe you’d get some points for trying. Unlike Berkshire and Nott who didn’t even write the questions down.

When the time was up all the papers flew directly into the professor’s hand. The rest of the class went by much quicker and as soon as it ended you stormed out of the class.

At the end of the day you found yourself in your dorm, studying whatever you learned that day in class. You picked up your History Of Magic book and started flipping through it in order to write down the correct answers to the questions which you luckily remembered. They turned out to be way complicated than you thought, you were officially screwed. Before reading them you at least had hope Binns would give you some points, now the hope has vanished.

Then, out of nowhere, a crazy idea popped into your mind. You turned to the side to see your roomate sleeping soundly and slowly got up from your bed and went over to the door. Holding your hand over the knob, unsure of your choice, you sighed deeply.

“Fuck it.” You whispered to yourself and exited the dorm.

This was not a good idea and you knew it. But it was better than being worse than Riddle. At least that’s what you were telling yourself as you walked through the dark corridors of Hogwarts Castle. At night it was even harder to find the correct classroom where the professor would’ve kept the tests.

It felt like you have missed the correct room at least 10 times already, this was too hard. You were about to give up when you heard shuffling in the classroom a few metres away from where you stood. The door was slightly agape and there was a soft blue light coming out, someone was surely using lumos. You took a few small steps and remained as quiet as possible, peeking your head through the door you saw someone going through the desk drawers as quietly as they could. The person stood up and when your eyes landed on those messy curls, you instantly recognised him.

“Riddle?” You whispered as you entered the room. “The hell are you doing here?”

He looked up in horror, but immediately relaxed his stance when he saw it was you.

“I could ask you the same question.” He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward. “Looks like we had the same idea. Didn’t think you were one to break the rules, though.”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed.

“You came here to replace your test with the correct answers, didn’t you?” He smirked at you and pointed to the piece of paper you were holding.

“Why are you here?” You avoided his question.

“For the exact same reason, love.” He waved his paper sheet.

“Don’t call me that.” You replied and came over to him. “I saw you giggling in class, surely you must’ve known the answers.”

He shrugged his arms, “I was giggling because I knew I was screwed.”

You rolled your eyes at him and took a look around the class.

“Have you found them, then?”

“I don’t think they are here.” He nodded towards the desk.

You went over to the cabinet on your right and opened the shelfs, finding your tests in the lowest one.

“You are so daft, Riddle.” You gave him a smirk and waved the papers in front of his face.

He scoffed at you and took them from your hand. He started looking for your names and you both successfully replaced your tests.

“I wanted to be better than you and now we are gonna be even.” You sighed.

“I’m always better than you, though.” He replied.

“No you are not.” You hissed.

“Mhm.”

“I’m going back to my dorm. I can’t stand another second with you.” You huffed and started walking away.

Mattheo didn’t respond, instead he smirked to himself, put the tests back in the drawer and started silently following after you.

“Fuck off Riddle.” You whisper-yelled at him when he caught up to you.

“Why do you want to be better than me so much?”

“Just because.”

You didn’t even know why, you just knew you couldn’t be worse than him. This unspoken rivalry had been going on for far too long and you never understood why it mattered to you so much. You stopped walking and looked up at him, even though it was dark you could see his soft features. You opened your mouth to say something when a soft meow echoed through the corridor. Mattheo instantly grabbed your hand and pulled you into the nearest room, which happened to be a small closet full of different jars containing various herbs. You felt his warm breath on your face.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” You whispered.

“Can you shut up for one second?” He whispered back.

“I’m just-“ He stopped you by putting his hand over your mouth.

You heard someone walking next to the door behind which you were hiding. You closed your eyes and tried to calm down, but feeling Mattheo’s warm hand on your face made you even more nervous. You slowly reached up and took his hand away. Your eyes were flickering between the door and each other’s faces. The light from a lamp Filch was carrying shined through the bottom of the door. It lit up the room to the point that you saw your enemy almost clearly. He looked… pretty. Saying you didn’t find him attractive would be a complete lie. You realised how close you were to each other, his body heat making you get goosebumps. This is the closest you had ever been and for the first time you didn’t find him annoying. His eyes were glued to the bottom of the door, waiting for Filch to go past the room. Slowly the light started fading and so did his features you were studying, like the scar on his nose you never noticed. You wondered where it was from.

“I think he’s gone.” He whispered which got you out of the trance.

“Hm?”

“Filch.”

“Oh, yeah. Right.” You whispered and turned your attention to the door.

Mattheo kept his eyes on you, little did you know he also felt nervous with being this close to you. He noticed you were still holding his hand, you didn’t let him go after taking it off of your mouth. He changed the position of your hands, interlocking your fingers. It took you by surprise, but you didn’t show any reaction, visibly. He led you through the corridors as you slowly made your ways to your dorms. You were about to let go of his hand and head off to your room when he tightened the grip.

“Guess you fulfilled the dare after all.” He beamed.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“The night of the party you said you’d not spend a second with me and now you’ve spent much more than that.” He smirked.

“Wow, you are so full of yourself.” You let out a breathy laugh and a soft smile grew on your face. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t.” He reciprocated the smile.

You both looked down at your intertwined hands and slowly let go, your hand going back to hanging at your side.

“I still hate you, though.” You said with a smirk and started slowly walking away.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He replied with the same sentence he did the night of the party and smirked at you as well.

“Night, Riddle.”

“Night, love.” He replied and you rolled your eyes at him, but smirked to yourself after you were out of his sight.

The next morning History of Magic was your last class, which meant Binns had probably already graded your tests. He shook his head and said he is disappointed, as only two students got a good grade. You and Mattheo looked at each other and he sent you a wink.

“Stupid bastard.” You whispered to yourself, hiding your smirk and trying to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

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© girasollake 2023

i feel like this is bad .. sorry for the wait guys i am TRYING ..

[gavisfanta]

can you do 8 with gavi plz!!

p.s love love ur storyss they are sl good:)))

STAY - GAVI

Doing these prompts, you can write a request by saying which number and a player i should write it with. I do every prompt once so please check before requesting!!

day 8 - arguing with one another

Another exhausting day for Gavi ended when he finally went home. Everything he thought about in that second he stepped through the door was to cuddle with you and fall asleep.

However that dream of his was shortly ruined after he saw you smiling at your phone. That wasn't the main problem, you looked cute sitting on the sofa, giggling at your phone, it was almost like you were talking to someone.

"Hey babe" He smiled widely and went closer to you, at the point where he was even standing in front of you.

You didn't give him much attention, just looked up at him for a second and mumbled a short "hello".

Gavi would have gone in for a hug but he was to annoyed now. With that he left you there with a scoff, just as he wanted to go up the stairs he turned around again.

"You know I was excited to see you, but that's ruined now." Gavi shortly let you know and you stood up immediately to walk closer to him. Your brows knit together as you looked at him.

"Why are you mad now? I didn't do anything?" You asked, raising your voice a little bit.

"Yeah, except for not even giving me a hug when I come home. We didn't use to be like this Y/n." Gavi said and turned around but you stopped him.

"Gavi dont fucking walk away now. What do you mean we didn't use to be like this? We still love eachother right?" You asked him, while saying the last sentence your voice shaked a little bit.

"I'm not so fully convinced about you." He muttered and your jaw dropped.

"You think I don't love you?" You asked and he shrugged his shoulders as a response. "Woah, okay, because I tried everything to make you feel loved, but one time when i dont hug you when you come home I don't love you anymore? Did you forget that yesterday I literally waited in the doorway for you to arrive." You convinced him, his gaze softened as he looked at the floor.

"Who were you talking to then?" He raised his eyebrows, the soft gaze gone again as he looked up at you.

"Why do you care." You answered in a harsher tone than you had anticipated.

"I care because we're in a relationship if you havent noticed yet, its because I care for you. We used to tell eachother everything and now you cant even tell me who youre talking to?" Gavi pointed at himself with his hand while moving his head slightly forward.

"I care for you too, but you're seriously getting mad at me for not jumping up and hugging you the first second I see you?" You asked and took a step closer to him. Your blood basically boiling by how stupid he could be sometimes. You didn't yell at him, you're not much of a yelling person.

"Ah," Gavi scoffed and turned around once again, walking up the stairs to the bedroom. You tried to call for him to stop but he didn't listen. You followed him into the bedroom and stood in front of him while he changed his shirt.

"You don't need to distract yourself with me, don't worry, go on and talk to those other men." Gavi made a motion with his hand and your jaw dropped once again. Suddenly it was silent, Gavi expected an answer from you, it didn't come, every second that passed he thought to himself. "Now, in a second, when is the answer coming?"

It never came, and as he turned around to look at you, he saw you, staring at him with glossy eyes. "You think I am cheating on you?" You asked with a shaky voice. You turned your head away as you felt a few tears rolling down your cheeks. Having your boyfriend who you loved more than everything and anything think that you could even think about cheating on him is bad, but his basically telling to your face that he had caught you cheating even tho its not true is worse.

Suddenly everything in your body switched off, you calmed down, your pulse went down again and then it was just that tight feeling in your throat and that awful ringing in your ears.

"You know Gavi, I love you but it's so freaking hard sometimes." And with that you walked past him and out the door. Uncontrollable tears now streaming down your face.

Meanwhile Gavi was still stood in the middle of his room, looking at the door you went through. Just a few seconds later he heard the door being closed and then followed by your car turning on and driving away.

"Fuck." Gavi muttered under his breath as he threw back his head. He knew he had messed up, he knew damn well that he went too far.

The bad thing for him was that he had absolutely no idea where you went, he tried to call you but as awaited, you didn't pick up.

He was still a bit confused as to why you just wouldnt tell him who you were talking to, but he knew he had to make it up to you, he just didn't know how. yet.

Meanwhile you were already on the other side of Barcelona, sitting on your friends couch. Luckiky Mikky and you were home alone because Frenkie wanted to meet up with his friends.

So there you sat crying, the person who understood you the most patting your back and telling you that it was gonna be okay.

No matter how strong your bond with Gavi was, Mikky had a view of life he could never have. That was because Mikky and you had one major thing in common. That was dating a famous footballer.

She knew all the cons that came with it and she knew how to react. During the time of being with Frenkie for more than 10 years she learnt some things.

She was the one to calm you down when the press started blaming you for Gavi's bad game, she was the one to calm you down after Gavis fans started to hate on you just because you were in a relationship with him.

And you hated to even think about it but Gavi would have never been able to calm you down those times. He lived with it, they taught you to play under pressure in La Masia, they taught you to handle the hate, but what they didn't teach you in La Masia was how people around you feel, people that didn't grow up in the academy and don't know how to handle that.

That's why you immediately stopped crying as soon as you stepped into Mikkys house. "Should I make you a tea? I know you loved the berry one." She smiled while pointing at you and walking into the kitchen. You followed her and sat down on the other side of the island in her kitchen.

So you two kept chatting with the low rumbling of the boiling water in the background. And as soon as the water was hot enough, she poured it into a cup and gave you a teabag. You put the teabag into the hot water and then kept on chatting with her.

Immediately you forgot everything that happened to you, every word that was said between you and Gavi in the last hour.

That's what you loved about being friends with her, she made you forget all your worries. Not that Gavi was a worry for you, but it was good to get a break from the futbolista.

"Here, put some honey in it, it's way better than sugar." Mikky grabbed a jar of honey out of her cabinet and walked over to you with a spoon in the other hand.

"Thank you" You smiled after she stirred it in and went to sit down in front of you. The rest of the one hour that you spent at her place contained of you two gossiping about your friend group and of course the players.

There were always some stuff Frenkie knew and Gavi didn't, you two knew everything that happened because of the constant gossip sessions. Luckily Frenkie and Gavi didn't know about their girlfriends telling their news to the others girlfriend because you two thought of it better as a secret.

And after it was time for you to go, you said goodbye and soon found yourself infront of your house with the keys in your hand.

Stepping into the house and closing the door behind you, you didnt hear anything other than the fridge buzzing quietly and the bugs making those noises from outside

That was until you entered the upper floor and heard tiktok playing in the bedroom, all the lights were turned off so you had to move around in the dark.

As soon as you stepped into the bedrooms doorframe Gavi's eyes shot up at you from his screen. He didnt think for a second before standing up and walking over to you.

"I'm sorry for not telling you a proper hello and also hiding who I was texting to." You immediately began and he nodded his head. You knew you were in the wrong, you knew that you had made the mistake.

"It's okay." Gavi took a step closer to you and pulled you into a heartfelt hug. Your arms tightened around his body, the best part after a fight was always making up, that hug couldn't be replaced by anything. When you hold him again after you held a grudge against him for a couple of hours. The relieving feeling you feel when you realize that "Everything is gonna be okay." Gavi's words made you smile as he leaned down and kissed your cheek.

Maybe everything does always turn out fine.

[pagetsgirl]

tutoring

contains smut!! mdni

warnings: smut, giving head, fucking your professor, office sex, shitty writing ngl

pairing: alex blake x f!reader (professor x student dynamic)

summary: Alex Blake's star student needs some tutoring, which turns rather spicy

a/n: dont be afraid to reach out to me if you have any prompt/drabble suggestions, but i’m not sure when i’ll get to them since im really busy with school

read on ao3 or below the cut

For the entire year you’ve been nothing but the most perfect student. You got full marks, was never late, always turned assignments in on time, and you were actually nice to anyone who sat around you in class.

So it came to you as a surprise, when in your second year, your linguistics professor, dr. Alex Blake, told you that you might need some tutoring, so you could get ahead of everyone else in class. You had her last year as well, and to say you had a crush on her was an mild understatement. So to spend more one-on-one time with her… it was an offer too good to say no to.

It quickly became your favourite part of the week. Every Friday evening at 6:50pm, just after your last class, walking towards her office so you’d be there 7:00pm, and then leave with pain in your heart at 8:30pm, while every bone in your body was shouting at you to chat with her for just a little longer. Your ears dying to hear her voice just one more time before going to bed, your eyes wanting to look at her once more, your hands wanting to roam over her body, discovering every curve and freckle on her delicate skin.

This Friday was no different. Almost speeding down the corridors so you could get to her office a little early, so that you two could catch up just a little more before starting the tutoring.

Arriving there at 6:55, which is a record, you knocked at her door, waiting for her approval of coming inside.

“It’s open!” Her slightly raspy voice sounded muffled from where you were standing. But even that could make your knees weak. The things she would whisper in almost the same tone, just a tat more sulkier, as her hands roamed over your body, her strap made hard thrusts into your-

“Are you coming inside or not?” A voice shook you out of your daydream, as Alex Blake stood there in her doorframe, looking down at you.

“Oh yeah, uhm of course,” You franticly speak out, putting your entire linguistics education to shame.

You followed her inside, your eyes focused on her ass, I mean her walls filled with interesting books you couldn’t wait to dive into (same goes for her ass, but that’s just a tat… inappropriate).

The rest of the lesson went smoothly, as you put your feelings on the side line, and fully focussed on the things she was explaining to you.

The last couple of minutes you get a little side tracked, now talking about your hobbies, as her hand brushed past hers as you were explaining how sharks can’t get cavities and some sharks can glow in the dark.

When it finally gets to the time where you should leave, she walks you to the door. As you turn your back towards her, you hear her say; “You think I didn’t notice you staring at my ass and boobs all semester?”

Your face turns a bright red, as you slowly turn around. “Fuck,” You mutter under your breath. She walks closer, and closer to you, her hands eventually landing on her hips.

She looked down at you, her eyes filled with something that almost looked like… lust?

“Professor,” You mutter out, your hands still awkwardly on your sides. “Tell me you don’t want this, baby,” She whispers, her hot breath brushing over your ear as she moves closer to you.

“Please, I want this,” You whisper out, your voice raspy from desperation.

“Good, then it’s Alex or mommy for you, pretty girl,”

Just as those words left her lips, she pushed them on yours, absolutely taking your breath away. It was soft, but she was also so dominating. It was everything you’ve ever dreamt of, and more. Way, and way more.

Alex pushed you backwards until she has you pinned to the door, her hands now roaming close to the bottom of your sweater. Your hands moving to tangle into her brown hair that was framing her face. “You sure you want to do this, baby?” The professor said as she pulled away.

You desperately nod your head, as your hands attempt to pull her face closer again.

“No, darling, I have to have vocal consent,” her hands played with the bottom of your shirt. “I- please, Alex, I need you so bad, please mommy,” The moment she heard that last word leave your lips, she pushed her lips to yours again, sliding her tongue into your mouth, exploring every single centimetre that she could reach. Her hands slipped into your sweater, discovering every curve until she reached your breasts.

Her lips travelled south, softly biting your neck. “Gosh, you’re so gorgeous for me, baby,” her voice radiated a warmth through you, that ended up all the way into your pussy.

She bit into your skin, making you let out a soft moan. “Please, mommy, I need more,” You pant out, your hands pushing her head down. “Shhh baby, I’ll get there, I promise,”

Her teasing didn’t seem to end, leaving a countless amount of hickeys and bite marks all over your neck.

Finally, after what seemed both hours and seconds, her hands grasped onto the sweater. “Can I take this off?” The brunette looked into your half closed eyes, her eyes filled with nothing but love and need. “Yeah, please,” the words came harder than you ever could’ve expected.

Finally, she took off your shirt. She stood there, allowing herself to take in this moment, cause who knows when the next time will be when she can see you like this (which will most likely be next Friday, if not sooner).

Your needy hands pulled onto the rim of her shirt. “Off,” you murmured. All Alex just did was grant you a smile and the little nod that allowed you to pull the shirt over her head. Your eyes scanned over her body, desperate to remember absolutely everything about her. Every freckle, curve and ‘imperfection’ that was scattered over her skin.

“You done staring, baby?”

“Mm, you’re really pretty,” you whisper, as your hands wander over her exposed skin.

“Oh, well thank you baby.” She kissed the tip of your nose, making you let out a small giggle. “I think you’re really pretty as well.”

Her hands slide towards your ass, “Take them off, please,” You practically beg.

“Your wish is my command,”

She quickly pulled down your trousers and underwear, throwing it somewhere on the floor. The linguist picked you up with ease and carried you to her desk, where she put you on.

The brunette immediately dove into your pussy, eating you eat like it was your last meal. Her tongue lapping up your juices.

It was just embarrassing as to how close you already were. Your thighs were shaking, you back arching and your hands pushing her head impossibly closer to where you needed her the most. “Mommy, I’m so close, please,” You moan out.

“Are you coming inside or not?” A voice shook you out of your daydream, as Alex Blake stood there in her doorframe, looking down at you.

[burntb4bydoll]

I love your writing soo much it hurts. 🥲

Can you please write like a 2000s bill smut or fluff ( whatever you feel comfortable with), where they build a pillows and blankets fort together and they end up falling asleep cuddled. And the rest of the band takes photos and mocks them the next day.

At this point I need fics to breathe. Thanks ✌

Thank you so much beautiful<3

This is such a cute idea! Im gonna do fluff for the people that dont like smut, cuz i feel like i dont post a lot of only fluff fics!

Bill Kaulitz x reader

Warnings: friends to loverssss🤭, nothing else really just a lot of cute stuff

When Bill had invited you to come over, you didn’t think this is what you guys would end up doing. You’re currently helping Bill set up a massive blanket fort in his living room. He originally invited you over to watch a movie, but after you arrived he decided that he wanted to make it more fun by making a fort. Even though you didn’t expect it, you were having so much fun hanging out alone with him. After you guys finished setting up the fort, Bill let you pick out a movie and you laid next to each other to watch it.

“This is fun. We should hangout alone more often. I feel like we only ever spend time with the band, I like having this type of one on one time together.” Bills attention left the tv screen to look over at you as you started talking. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with them too but you know…”

“I know. I like this too. I’ve actually been trying to hangout with you alone for a while now, but uhh things never really go as planned…” he trailed off, his eyes moving down to break your intense eye contact. He awkwardly shifted for a minute before turning to fully face you. His head still laid on the pillow, but now he was looking at you. “Um..I actually invited you here to tell you something. Its kinda important to me…” you turned to face him too. Now you were only a few inches away from one another, you could practically feel his uneven breath hitting you.

“Whats up? You seem nervous. You know I won’t judge you, Bill.” Your hand comes up to hold his hand comfortingly. He takes a shaky breath in and stares into your eyes,

“Y/n, I really like you. And not as a friend. I wanna be your boyfriend so bad. Not a day goes by where I don’t dream about being with you.” Your eyes go wide, inhaling sharply.

“Bill..I like you too. I was literally going to tell you tonight.” He looks at you with a blank expression for a moment before giggling loudly. His adorable laugh made you giggle too. Once you two calm down a little he starts talking again,

“Oh my god I was so nervous! I can’t believe I was so stressed for nothing!” He laughs softly, leaning closer to you. You smile and shake your head, just happy that you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore. “Can I…can I kiss you?” You nod eagerly as his hands cup your face gently. He slowly leans in, placing a experimental kiss on your lips. Once you both relax a bit, the kiss turns passionate and intimate. He pulls away and gives one last peck on your lips before tucking his head underneath yours and holding your waist tightly. Before you knew it, both of you fell asleep in each others arms.

You woke up the next morning to hearing some snickers and giggles. Sitting up slightly, you groggily rubbed your eyes and looked around the room. When your eyes finally focused you realized what was happening. Bill was curled up against your side with his head laying on your shoulder. His hair was messy and he was drooling a little. The rest of the band was standing above you guys, taking pictures and laughing. Bill stirred and sat up, groaning at his brothers loud laughter.

“What are you guys doing here? You’re so annoying!” Bill grumbles, swatting away the camera that Gustav had shoved in his face.

“What are we doing here?” Tom exclaimed, “What are you guys doing here? We’re not the ones all cuddled up and being all lovey-dovey!” Georg and Gustav bursted into another fit of giggles, looking at the pictures they had took of you.

“Hey! You better delete those! I did not agree to have my picture taken, especially while I’m sleeping!” Bill jumped up and started to chase Georg around, trying to retrieve his camera. You giggled a little and laid back down.

“Its too damn early for this. Fuck you guys I’m going back to sleep.”

[youssefguedira]

i dont know when ill get around to writing the larger fic this is part of but you know brain worms have this

Nicky offers to pick him up at the airport like it’s nothing, like it hasn’t been almost ten years since they saw each other, because he knows Joe hates planes and won’t want to try and navigate the two trains and two buses it’ll take to actually reach their hometown after the flight. And Joe doesn’t even try to protest, just texts him Thank you before he gets on the plane and then tries not to think about it for the entire flight. He fails.

When he arrives he’s exhausted, because it never really gets easier no matter how many times he does it. Moves through the airport like a zombie, operating mostly on muscle memory. He hasn’t been here in a long time. Still knows it well enough to navigate without really thinking about it. 

His suitcase is one of the last to come through on the carousel, but it does come through, and then he’s walking to arrivals with his heart in his throat. 

Nicky’s hanging back from the crowd, hands in his pockets. His hair is a little longer now, and at some point in the last decade he’s gotten his ears pierced, which Joe didn’t know. He’s wearing a dark green sweater and blue jeans. When he catches sight of Joe he smiles, small and restrained, straightens slightly.

“Hey,” he says as Joe gets closer, voice soft.

Joe has to swallow. “Hey,” he says hoarsely.

And he doesn’t even need to say anything else, because Nicky pulls him into a hug before Joe even has to ask, and Joe buries his face in Nicky’s neck and tries to breathe around the sob catching in his throat. One of Nicky’s hands comes up to cup the back of Joe’s neck, his thumb moving back and forth gently, and Joe is fragile enough that that gesture alone almost undoes him. 

Nicky pulls back first. Smiles at Joe. “You look good,” he says.

Joe has to swallow before he trusts himself to speak. “You too.” 

They linger just a moment longer, Nicky’s hand still on the back of Joe’s neck. Ten years ago, Joe would’ve kissed him; now there’s a gap neither of them quite know how to fill.

Finally, Nicky steps back fully, and Joe feels the loss of contact sharply. “We should go,” Nicky says. Joe nods, and follows him out of the terminal.

The car Nicky heads for is the same battered old thing he’s been driving since he got his licence. Joe wonders to himself how the car is even still going, and the look Nicky gives him tells him he knows exactly what Joe’s thinking.

It does something funny to Joe’s heart. He looks away, and gets in the car. 

“I brought you something to eat,” Nicky says before he starts the car, reaching for the bag by Joe’s feet. 

“You didn’t have to–” Joe begins, but Nicky cuts him off with a knowing almost-smile. 

“You hate plane food,” Nicky says, “and it’s almost two, and the other option would be whatever we can find on the way. I thought you might prefer this to service station food.”

It makes Joe want to cry a little. “Nicky,” he says, and can’t manage anything else. 

Nicky seems to understand. He pulls out what he had been looking for - a silver thermos, and a fork - and hands it to Joe. The contents are still warm when Joe opens it: pasta, warm and comforting. 

“Good?” Nicky asks, watching him.

Joe nods. “Good.”

“Okay.” Nicky looks at him for a beat longer, then turns away and starts the car. 

There’s a moment of delay before the CD player starts up, but when it does, Joe knows it from the opening note: he bought Nicky this CD from a thrift store the summer before he left for university, when they’d taken off for two weeks, just them and the car and the road. And there’s no chance that Nicky’s kept it in his car for ten years, but as they leave the airport and turn onto the motorway it makes it feel like they’ve done this a thousand times before, even though Nicky never picked him up from the airport when he came home, only met him at the station once or twice.

Joe finishes the pasta and tucks the thermos back in the bag. “Thank you,” he says, and it comes out a lot quieter than he means it to. 

Nicky glances at him. “We’re still a few hours away, if you want to try and sleep. I will wake you when we’re almost there.”

Joe might protest under other circumstances, but the flight was long, and he doesn’t sleep well on planes anyway. So he takes off his scarf and folds it into a makeshift pillow before leaning back and closing his eyes. Nicky drums his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat, hums along with the tune, and Joe lets the sound of his voice and the tapping of the rain on the window wrap around him like a blanket, carrying him off to sleep.

----------

Joe wakes to Nicky shaking his shoulder gently. “We’ll be there soon,” he’s saying. The rain has stopped; the radio is on, now, chattering in the way in the background. They’ve left the motorway behind for a much narrower road. Joe has to blink a few times before he catches sight of a sign and realises what Nicky means. 

He sits up. The position he’d been sleeping in hadn’t been great for his back or his neck, and he’ll probably regret it soon, but he’d slept a lot better than he might’ve expected. 

Being back always makes the rest of his life feel like a dream, like he’d never left at all. When the sign for their town passes Joe sits up, panic coiling in his stomach. He’s had days to prepare himself and still isn’t ready.

“Wait,” he says when they turn a corner two streets away from Joe’s parents’ house, “Nicky. Wait.”

“What?” Nicky asks. He doesn’t stop, but he does slow down.

“I can’t– I can’t do this.”

Now Nicky does stop, pulling into a lay-by. “What is it?”

“I don’t know, I just. Not yet. I need time.”

Nicky looks at him for a long moment. “When are they expecting you?”

“I didn’t give an exact time. Just sometime this afternoon.” He’d told his sister Nicky was coming to get him over the phone; she hadn’t said anything, but the silence had been enough. 

Nicky doesn’t say anything, but he’s got the look on his face that means he’s thinking.

“I’ll be okay by myself,” Joe says then. “If you need to work.”

Nicky shakes his head. “I have today off.” And then, before Joe can really think about that, he turns the car around and heads back the way they came. This time, he recognises the path Nicky’s taking almost immediately, turning away from the area Joe’s parents live in and towards the outskirts of town, where it starts to become mostly farmland.

“I can park the car by my uncle’s house,” Nicky says, glancing at Joe. “Then we can go from there.”

Joe doesn’t need to ask where; they’ve walked the same route so many times he could probably do it in his sleep. 

The sheep are out in the fields by Nicky’s uncle’s house, but he doesn’t see any of the lambs yet, though they must be coming soon. Nicky’s uncle let Joe try and help with lambing once, up until the point where Joe saw what exactly that entailed, and immediately lost his nerve. But he’d still let him help Nicky feed them every year.

There’s a little paved yard outside the farmhouse, where Nicky parks the car before grabbing the bag that had been by Joe’s feet. “I’m going to drop these off,” Nicky says. “You can come in, if you want?”

Nicky’s aunt and uncle have always been kind to Joe, but they will inevitably ask about his father, and Joe cannot quite bring himself to talk about that, not yet. 

“I’ll wait,” Joe says. 

It’s a few minutes before Nicky reappears, this time without the bag, but carrying a different thermos. He smiles apologetically as he jogs over. “I didn’t mean to make you wait long,” Nicky says. “But you know how they are.”

All Joe can do is nod. Nicky sets off down the path towards the woods that border the farm and Joe falls into step beside him. They don’t talk much on the way there, but they don’t need to: the silence is comfortable enough.

It’ll be spring soon. It’s cold but not cold enough to be uncomfortable, and the snowdrops are in full bloom, bright shards of white in the grass. The rain has stopped, but the smell of it still hangs in the air. They must’ve spent hours walking this path, enough that Joe doesn’t really need to look to know exactly where Nicky’s going.

This part of the river is just secluded enough that he can’t hear cars passing by anymore. The bench by the path is still there, though at some point they’ve built a shelter over it, which probably leaks but has kept it dry even after the rain. Nicky makes for it immediately. 

If he looked at the back of the third slat from the left he’d find their names carved into the wood, side by side. Joe very deliberately doesn’t look. 

Nicky sits down. Nods to the space beside him. When Joe joins him, he holds out the thermos.

“Tea,” Nicky says. “If you want.”

How many times have they done exactly this, over the years? In summer, they’d wade into the river; in winter, Joe always wanted to try skating on it, but the ice was never quite thick enough. Every time Nicky got into a fight with his father, every time Joe couldn’t bear to be in the house one second longer, they’d come here. 

Joe gives into memory and rests his head on Nicky’s shoulder. Nicky brings one arm up to hold him close, hand on Joe’s upper arm.

Joe closes his eyes, listens to the birds, listens to Nicky’s breathing. 

Nicky says, “When is the funeral?”

“Thursday,” Joe says. He doesn’t want to think about this, doesn’t want to think about the last conversation he had with his father, doesn’t want to imagine walking into his parents’ house and finding him gone. Of all people, Nicky will understand. It’s what brought them together when they were younger: being the only two students in their class who spoke English as a second language, and difficult fathers.

Silence falls between them, and Nicky doesn’t let him go, and Joe’s missed him, more than he really knew. He’d tried to stay in touch, and they had, for the most part, but it’s not the same as having Nicky beside him again.

Joe doesn’t think there’s anyone in this world who knows him the way Nicky does.

He doesn’t know why he says it, but they haven’t talked about it, and it feels like something they should, if only so Joe can lay this all to rest. 

Joe opens his eyes. “You, uh. You seeing anyone?”

Nicky doesn’t pull away, but Joe feels the way he goes still, tense. Slowly, softly, he says, “I don’t think this is the right time, Joe.”

“Is there ever a right time?” Joe asks, half-joking. 

Nicky doesn’t laugh. 

Joe clears his throat. “I’m not. So.”

Nicky exhales slowly, like he’s steadying himself. His thumb moves back and forth, back and forth where it’s resting on Joe’s arm, catching on the fabric of his coat. “Me neither.”

Joe’s not sure if that’s better or worse than if Nicky had said he’d found someone. If he had, perhaps Joe could put to rest the little part of him that will always be in love with Nicky. Not get rid of it entirely, but fold it away in a little corner of his heart and leave it there. This, though – this is possibility he doesn’t know what to do with.

“How long are you here?” Nicky asks quietly, moving his hand up to run his fingers through Joe’s hair, like he used to whenever Joe needed something to keep him grounded.

“I got two weeks off work,” Joe says. “After that I don’t know.”

Two weeks feels monumentally long and yet vanishingly short at the same time. And after?

They don’t talk about much after that. Small talk, more than anything else: Nicky’s still living in the same apartment, still working the same job, but Joe knows he loves it from the tone of his voice when he talks about the shelves he built for his most recent client, how he’s starting to make more of his own stuff, how his boss has been talking about retiring and leaving the whole business to Nicky. Joe could listen to him talk about it for hours. Maybe he does. 

It settles the frantic thing that had woken in his chest when they crossed the town line, and eventually, Joe says, “I think I’m ready.”

Nicky turns his head inwards and kisses the top of Joe’s head. Lingers there for a moment. It isn’t anything; it doesn’t have to be anything. 

“Okay,” Nicky says. “Okay.”

The walk back to the farm is largely silent, just as the walk there had been, passing the thermos of tea back and forth between them. They get back in the car, and Nicky drives them back to Joe’s parents’ house. 

Nicky pulls up on the curb outside the house. “Call me, if you need anything. Or just– call me.”

“I will,” Joe promises. He has two weeks; he’s not going to waste them. They haven’t been in the same timezone in a long, long time.

Nicky smiles, small and hopeful, and there’s nothing really to say, after that. 

Joe gets out of the car, and prepares to face his family.

[fortunatelyenchantingtaco]

Get in loser, we are reconstructing canon. Sukugo style💫

Ok so just for preface, I do allow people to use these concept with a tiny caviat to credit me and send it to me cause i really wanna see it ok ok we good. As long as you tag me use them however you want, those are fun pieces of worldbuilding I don’t think i have the resources to fully write but they do be fun and i would be really happy if someone adopted them. Gonna add more here as they come but we have two on the agenda:

1. Gojo hopping different universes until he finds one with Sukuna and Suguru classmates and now he’s too stunned to kill anyone. Also Megumi following him through the universes

2. We are reconstructing Gojo, losers, he never went to Jujutsu High, he’s a cold and serious head of Gojo clan, and now they have to work together with Sukuna because Sukuna has been sealed and Gojo is the only one who hears him

1) Sudden attacks are not common on the school’s grounds, and Sukuna has been pretty confident that he knew everyone who could threated him. He didn’t account for one white haired man dropping from nowhere and blasting him before stopping in the air and just staring at them. Geto’s curses cant even touch him, and Sukuna needs to figure out his technique before cutting him. They’re locked in a stalemate, before the man finaly blinks.

“That’s weird. What’s Ryomen Sukuna doing here?” Ryomen, he says, like an insult, as if thats his name, sukuna grits his teeth and sends another slash that the man easily block, eyes wide open, but looking at Geto, as if waiting for his specific answer.

“Who are you? If anyone’s not supposed to be here, then it’s the man attacking teachers.”

“Teachers,” the man echoes before giving them a lookover and his eyes finally slid onto Sukuna, squinting. They’re bright, like flashlights, and Sukuna is deeply happy none of the students are here right now. “Huh. Do you not know me? And Sukuna is your buddy? That’s new,” he muses before rubbing his temples. His eyes bleed red before instantly healing back and he wuickly wipes it away. “Oh. I dont exist here,” he says quietly before dissapearing again.

What the fuck.

“Do we have any idea who that was? He was strong,” he asks Geto a couple of days later, lying on the couch in the schools lounge. “Too strong,” Sukuna muses. “Has anyone said anything about an identified sorcerer?”

“Gojo clan has declared they’re having a succession ceremony soon, but it was a long time coming.” Yaga interrupts and sighs deeply before pouring himself coffee and giving another one to Suguru.

“Timing’s too suspicious.” Sukuna says.

Once again, a presence interrupts them, appearing out of nowhere. Those techniques are so different than what Uraume uses it grates on Sukuna’s teeth, has him battle ready in a second. But it’s a different man now, it’s— it’s Megumi.

“Huh,” he says, distincly different. Older, his brain supplies, with a much heavier presence on him and shadows licking at his feet. He steeped out of them. Can he do that? “You’re alive. And here. Was Satoru here?” He asks.

“Who?”

“You know, Satoru Gojo? The Strongest? Annoying, tall, white hair, kirby blue eyes? I was sure he stopped here, but you’re alive,” he hums. “Are you guys teachers? Must have stunned him enough to finally stop.”

“Who are you two? What the fuck? He’s a Gojo?”

“Ah, he was here,” Megumi nods sagely. “I’m just here for him, don’t worry. He escaped the Prison Realm, but he’s… not fully here. I’m trying to fix that.”

***

2. “Itadori Sukuna was sealed!” Yuuji acreams at the top of his lungs and Satoru, who had just arrived in Shibuya, rubs his temple. He’s not even supposed to be here, this is the school’s mess, but it seems giving money isn’t enough of a contribution. He’s here mostly just because Megumi, the little shit, decided he’s too cool to be homeschooled and now Satoru’s forced to be here alogside Yuuta, or Tsumiki is going to have his head on a spike. He solely regrets whatever Ai taught her.

“Oh, that’s bad,” Yuuta trembles, gripping his katana tightly and Satoru rolls his eyes before tugging on his ear. “Ow!”

“You’re a Special grade, Yuuta,” he clicks his tongue before scrunching his face and styling the boy’s hear and unruly bangs on the side, and also puffing up his collar. Looks are important! Zen’ins are here and he’s not letting his wards appear weak. Yuuta pouts but stays put, the good kid. “You’re more than capable, and frankly all of us here is a bit of an overkill. Now off you go! Inumaki’s group shoulld be ahead and I’m going to give Megumi a piece of my mind.”

“He did what he thought was right,” he immediately defends the boy and Satoru rolls his eyes. Megumi has been thinking with his dick ever since he met Itadori junior.

“Yeah, yeah, off you go,” he nods before promtly running away and Satoru sighs.

“Strongest, my ass,” he grumbles, before tracking the Itadori boy. Megumi can’t be far behind.

“Watch your tongue,” a hiss rings out and Satoru freezes. There isn’t anyone here, the Six Eyes are quiet, so what is this.

“Who is that?”

“Oh, you can hear me, Gojo? Then I’m still the strongest,” the voice growls and ow.

“How the fuck are you talking from the Prison Realm, Sukuna?” He looks around, but there is no one here, no Sukuna and absolutely no artifacts near him. What is this?

“Have no idea, pretty face. Can only see you from here,” this is way too personal and friendly, in Satoru’s opinion. Pretty face, really?

“I’m going to get my unruly kid and then you tell me how in the hell you got sealed, Itadori.”

[seaslugdisco]

nuzi is not a proship, i understand the confusion of the unclear timeline, but this is my understanding and how it places n and uzi at similar ages:

this theory has two versions, depending on the gap in the timeline of events between the core collapse and the disassembly drones arrival. first, the larger amount of time between these two events. the core of copper-9 collapses, nuclear winter ensues, all humans on the planet die, etc. etc. khan is one of the worker drones who defect from humans and begins to try to start his own life. nori, after being trapped in cavin fever labs and being experimented on and gaining the absolute solver, escapes with yeva. they meet as camp 98.7, fall in love, and move into a deserted human bunker with some other families and start a sort of civilization. they have uzi, but nori begins getting visions of the future- khans line in episode 4 about nori at the beginning, "she was always all: 'build doors against the coming sky demons!' 'the singularity awakens.' 'look at this cool s i can draw!'." nori tells khan to build doors, as in, on the existing bunker, not build the bunker.

uzi grows up to be about 19-20 when the events of the series play out, (the ages of kids her age from other bunkers on missing posters in episode 3 at the very beginning) you know the rest. this probably means that living under the ice in the bunker is just how she grew up, but the disassembly drones are a threat that appeared in her lifetime and killed her mother, presumably before she was a fully functional worker drone and still one of the smaller round baby drones (??? i dunno what to call them) this WOULD explain why she doesnt remember nori much but this always confused me because theyre robots??? they literally cannot forget unless they manually delete something from themselves??? actually thats probably a lore thing. whatever it doesnt matter for this theory. ANYWAYS, a big thing that i see people miss is that if disassembly drones have been alive long enough to kill nori, they have really barely gone through changes like the workers do as they "grow up". its understandable that they were just made to kill and didnt really need it, but this still places them at a much younger age than they look or are in the series. this means that uzi and n can be very close to the same age, even if they dont look it. im not sure if n v and j were just like actually pretty short because in the pilot opening sequence we never see the disassembly and worker drones in a same frame good enough to compare or if there was to change at all.

just really short disassembly drones is kinda a funny thought though lol

option two, which i find less likely but also more interesting, is very similar, but instead of after the core collapse, nori and khan meet BEFORE it. maybe khan defects from the company??? nori and yeva are able to escape??? idk if that could even happen or where i was going with this everything else is basically the same but uhh its a cool thought right

in conclusion: people who think nuzi is a proship what the fuck are you doing

thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[bubba-draws]

Hello, could I ask you for some Radiant Vessel Hollow AU stuff? What's the general lore behind that, how did those two end up as they did and just general brainrot on the idea?

Anon this is the best birthday present ever bc i've been thinking about this au for a while now AND I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT AAAA

SO pretty much the au was born from the idea of "Wouldn't it be fucked up if Hollow ended up joining Radi?" partial inspiration comes from this song as well!

(There's a bunch of subtitles in different languages but I'm going with the english one)

To summarize, after years of fighting Radi inside their mind prison, Radi changes tactics and attempts to make Hollow join her, she promises to give them all that was taken from them, the life they deserved

Hollow doesn't fall right away of course, they try to ignore her, fight her, but after years of the same dance and song they start getting tired, no matter how hard they try Radi is never fully gone when they fight, their void not strong enough to rip her apart, and being the only one with them (The dreamers are also in Hollow's mind prison, but they're not anywhere nearby these two) they can't help but lean on her company

The closest thing I could get to describe their relationship at this point is an odd sense of solidarity, in a way both of them were done wrong by the same guy, and while it does take a lot for Hollow to understand this, deep down they knew there was a bit of resentment towards PK, one that grows in intensity the more these two spend together, and it erupts when they succumb to Radi and she turns them into a vessel for her

It's kinda like what Grimm and the Nightmare heart has going on (or at least the general HC most people got) Hollow made a deal with Radi, she will lend her powers and energy to Hollow for them to call anytime they want, to go back so she can see the world through their eyes (disclaimer: not all the time btw ASHFJKAS just when its necessary/Hollow calls her) there's no cycle of rebirth or anything here though, she's also no longer limited to Hollow's mind, she can see the whole Dream Realm now

So yeah, once Hollow is used to their new powers (and body, they got some changes in appearance) they take down the dreamers, escape the black egg, their presence making the infection spread like a wildfire and take down PK :3 (WL escaped, the knights... yeah they dont make it)

There's still some ideas I gotta clean up after this point, but I talked about this with some people and got the idea that yeah, Hollow does take over Hallownest and its people, everyone is infected to some degree? makes them more agreeable to what's going on but its not enough to make them feral anymore, some of the bugs that got modifications through the infection stay like that and while still a bit volatile, they can think enough to understand things

As for their relationship??? It's odd as fuck KJHSDFJKAH there's nothing romantic, that's for sure, it is definetely more similat to a Lord and their subordinate, but theyre like??? very close?? almost familial, when there's no job to do or Hollow needs reassurance Radi becomes the closest thing to a motherly figure they could get (Even if WL loved them there was no way she couldve shown them that) but its not enough for them to call each other family

as for the game events it would completely change, Ghost would arrive to a completely different Hallownest, where everyone is happy and nice, but the more u progress the game u realize shit's fucked up, Hornet is there as well and she came back to Hallownest to seek revenge for her mother

As to what happens to the abyss and pile of dead siblings, i'm still a bit unsure, part of me thinks Hollow wouldnt want to get rid of it but part of me knows Radi wouldnt let them have it open or even go in there, while still void the light she bestowed upon them would present a threat for the shades living there

and that's most of what I got! I still need to think of other things, but if u guys got other questions or ideas I would love love LOVE to hear them!! :D

have a quick doodle of them :3

[sleepingcup]

Injuries is what I am used to

Game: Reverse 1999 x Reader Characters: Vertin, Sonetto, & Horropedia x Injured! Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, mentions of blood, non-spoiler territory, Fluff Disclaimer: This is made for fun, be aware of oocs and mistypings.

-- {Can you write about the pavlov foundation gang (like horropedia, vertin, sonetto) reacting to their s/o coming back injured from their mission against manus vindictae 👉👈 [lmao just something to feed the horropedia brainrot] - anon} (This is requested that was from the inbox of @sleepy-meep) --

Summary: You had finished your mission, as the toughest unit in the St. Pavlov Foundation. You came in one piece but at what cost? Being injured from the Manus Vindictae, how will they react to that is...

She is stoic, but deep down...

Vertin is pissed.

She had NO idea that you will get injured from the fight and swore to herself to NEVER make the same mistake ever again. Vertin immediately tends to your wounds calmly and asks you to rest or sleep by her side.

I dont think Vertin would not allow you to be alone for even a second, as a result Vertin would be a doting lover.

Plus you might want to get used to Vertin being clingy, she too deserves your attention even more.

Also Vertin might cry silently when she confess that she just needs your company and hopes that it was not greedy.

Let's just say that Vertin had a pleasant time with you.

If there is a meter of panic out of 10, it would be a 1000 when Sonetto sees you in that state.

She is EXTREMELY worried about you and immediately tries her best to tend to your wounds, constantly worried that she would leave or worse yet lost you when you are away from her.

She can't afford to leave you alone.

If anything she would LOVE to ask permission to be with you till you recovered from your wounds.

If you do need any help or any of her service Sonetto will arrive no hesitation.

But if its a kiss, she would give you kisses, no questions asks.

Cut to Matilda sobbing/j

The happy go lucky man will turn to concern and worry with a blink of an eye.

Goes to you and wonders if you are alive or a ghost, but when you reassure him that you are fine and just injured. He brushes off like nothing happened.

That is the ONLY thing he can fool you.

But deep down, he deeply cares for you.

In his own way Horropedia loves to bother you even if you are recovering from your injuries. But this is LITERALLY his opportunity to be with you so he is on the winning side.

Plus he won't hesitate to give you kisses when he tried to take care of your wounds, cheesy I know. But he would also lure you to watch horror movies with him and chill.

The only thing that YOU alone is not aware is that, Horropedia kept you close to him while he was either watching or reading not letting you go until you are fully healed.

[onlyrains]

walk you home

pairing: odajima yuken x female reader

warning: grammar error, lowercase

part 2 | part 3

being best friend with ueda yui has been made you feel secure and insecure at the same time. things changed so much ever since you got closer to the dearest little sister of ueda sachio, the most powerful man of housen gouken.

he always picked his sister up after school for the sake of her safety. sometimes he sent shoji to walked her home but if it just he really busy. yui and you were attached to each other enough to the point where she always wanted to be with you—besides shoji, of course—so they ended up walked you home too even though it consumed more time to got home because you and yui would always got distracted by something in the street.

and today, a bit different. it was not sachio or shoji that waited for you two in front of the school gate. it was odajima yuken. you only knew his name and apperence from yui when she showed you the photo of her brother and his best friends, it was actually the first time you met him in person. he stood in his laid back posture with his back leant to the wall and both hands on his pocket. basic but enough to made him the center of attention for the girls today.

“odajima-san?” yui greeted. he turned and straightened his body. “where is sachio and sawamura?” yui continued.

he fixed his glasses on his nose. “ah, am i not expected to be here? to pick you up? to protect you?”

yui rolled her eyes. “but really, where is my boyfriend?”

“you better ask him yourself, girlfriend.” he started to walk but a tall silouette approching them from the opposite road.

“sawamura-chan!” yui shouted happily while waving at her boyfriend. he smiled and did a little run to arrive faster.

yuken rolled his eyes and did a fake vomit gesture. you chuckled softly seeing his dramatic reaction and that was the time when he finally fully-aware of your existence.

“let's go. but we need to get my friend home first.” yui turn her head to yuken to inform him. he nodded once.

yui and sawamura was walking happily in front of you and yuken, they chatted cheerfully and it was a relief cause you suddenly lost your voice and your head was a clear blank. you never knew walk side by side with yuken would caused you this nervous.

“ah! i need to grab some stuff from the store!” yui suddenly stopped and you almost crashed her body. “y/n, when it is closed?”

you looked at your right wrist. “ten minutes from now.” you said.

she pouted a little and gave a regretful expression to you. “i think we need to separate here. i dont want to get scolded again, you know.”

“reckless.” yuken murmured.

you giggled lightly. “nah, its fine. i can walk myself home, yui.”

“no, its getting dark and high school Z have known your face, y/n. you shouldnt be alone.” sawamura asserted then his eyes landed to his friend who stood beside you.

with no time to guess yuken's response, he embraced your arm and push you gently to continue to walk while yui took another road to got to the store quickly. “time to say goodbye, kids. bye-bye.” he said with a smiley voice as if you and yui were kindergarten students.

your body clenching a bit and your heart was beating like crazy for some reason. you could smell his mild perfume from this close.

“where’s your house?” yuken asked after silence for 2 minutes. he couldnt stand the silence between you two and he almost sure that you were scared of him.

“not that far from here. sorry to make you walk me home.”

yuken smiled a bit, you almost couldnt see it. “its fine. whats your name, by the way?”

“its y/n.”

he nodded. “i believe you must have known me, right?”

you scoffed a little. “sadly, yes.”

then silence again for a few seconds.

“ah, about earlier, yui was not meant to refuse you to pick her up. it was just as not shes expected and she was confused… maybe.” you tried to speak what was on your mind with all your courage. and this was the first time your voice been that shaky just to talk to someone. then you heard yuken bursted out laughing made you nervous and shock at the same time. “i knew it, y/n. i was just being dramatic to teased her. you are a good friend by the way.”

you smiled shyly and cursed yourself quietly. stupid. he is her brother best best friend, of course he know her well too.

“sachio got some business to do. so as always he sent sawamura but i really had nothing to do today, so i thought join him will be nice.” yuken started to explain just like he can read your mind and answer your question.

“well, thank you for your explanation,” you added a little sass on your voice.

“well, you are easy to read,” he shrugged, hands still on his pocket.

you squinting at him and he found it cute so he chuckled while looking at you involuntary.

“but is it right that high school Z have known you?”

you nodded. “yeah, i was with yui that day when they tried to attack her. i thought punching one of them is a good idea but it turned to be otherwise.”

“uh, you punched them?” yuken asked with excited yet disbelief tone.

“mhm.. i know i was wrong. they tried to attack me too.”

yuken hummed and nodded. “no wonder, then.” he replied. he was so chill. or so you thought.

he actually tried to think whether he should taught you how to keep you away from them or him gave a lesson to them to not landed a single dust on you.

“we are arrived.” you said when you both arrived in front of your house. you turned to facing him. “thank you for walk me home, odajima-san.”

“no problem, kid.” he gave you a thumbs up and smirk. oh, he really considered you as a child. “okay, see you around, i guess…?” he added while slowly walking backwards.

“okay, see you!”

you smiled from eye to eye and waving at him before you got into your house.

[aonungyoufuck]

hi! i hope my request will be okay to you rules but im thirst for smth like this ;

y/n is sully, and mated with aonung (aged up obv)

so in the first part they do yfkyn (smut) and in the second part y/n is pregnant and all alone in the shore bc everyone went to fight with sky people. the birth started but there is so much complication so she end so messed up with so much blood coming out from her v and half conscious. when aonung come back he found her and first he loose his mind he was so scared but then he take her to ronal who need to do all the things like sew her and everything - her condition was tragic.

firstly im so sorry for my english (it is not my first language so yeah) but i decided to write because i see that youre aonung specialist 😂❤️

Ma Baby Ma Baby

Warnings: Obv birth, Some tear kinda gore? Graphic for sure.

Ao'nung (22) Reader (21)

Thank you for the request Anon! Sorry it took me a while since i dont typically write Smut i tried making it up with it some more with the rest of the story (Also i was lowkey coughing up my lungs so excuse my tardiness i hope this was okay!)

Finally. was all you can think about as you felt the stinging pain of the tattoo now being painted over your skin. Sure You dint really need to do this Given your darker complexion and the fact that well you weren't really metkayina well... But that didn't matter. You had stated this is what you wanted for you. For him.

"Almost done don't worry"

Truth be told this was only one Tattoo of many you were sure to have. One of your spirit sister, No doubt later came the mate tattoo.

Just the thought sent shivers down your spine. You had never thought this would happen. That you would be Mated to Ao'nung. Truly no you didn't see this coming.

Had you told yourself when you arrived and hated the poor man's guts. Well You'd probably ask you to drown. However now it was different. He had changed along side you.

"How gorgeous you are"

"Oh stop that i just came to show you" You said slapping his hand off of your hip. No doubt some time later you'd see your spirit sister with one too.

"And yet you take my breath away anytime i see you"

"Oh hush. Do you like it or not?" You asked moving your loincloth just a little bit more to show him fully the full thing.

Feeling his hand stroke your inner thigh and beginning to whisper in your ear. "I do"

"Stop that" You spoke slapping his hand feeling the other now rest on your back and pull you into him.

Now you were not much shorter than him. Not by a lot but right now you felt so utterly small, and in a good way too. Feeling him rub against you, the loincloth now rubbing right above your own.

"Ao'nung stop we cant stop once we start"

"Who said i want to stop" He whispered again now pushing you two down at full force. Him atop you feeling you and you in turn him.

It honestly felt like a bunch of little things were crawling on you with the excitement that you felt.

You two never done anything more than hug or kiss. Never taking it too far. You two knew better than doing anything before mating. But maybe it was time to try something new.

"Ao'nung seriously! Your mother and my father will kill us if we do anything right now"

"Its a good thing your worth it then" He spoke. Kissing your neck and lowering dangerously. Feeling his hand messing with your top.

Jake was a very strict father, It was a blessing he even gave Ao'nung the blessing of courting you. But if this went on any more you were sure you'd lose your mate before he even officially became your mate.

You may as well go out together, you thought now pulling him closer to you. You were thankful that right now it was well past eclipse and no doubt everyone was asleep. So if anyone were to see anything, well it was really their fault.

"It seems even you want this my love"

"Oh shut up"

Almost like messy teens trying to get something from each other. You two messed around with the knot of each other's loincloth. before Finally being expose to one another.

You couldn't help but avade looking at him. Before he placed a hand on your cheek making you turn to him. "Look at me my dear"

Taking in a gulp the air now thick with a tension you had only ever heard of. Looking at him fully. His tattoo on his shoulder wrapping around to his back and little over his peck.

"No need to hide now, dont you think"

You smiled letting him feel you. And you in turn touching him.

"May i ?" He asked looking down to your core. If you weren't high on the emotions you were sure you would have slapped him away to not look. But right now you didn't care.

You chuckled now going to sit at his lap. You wetting him and him in turn causing a friction you so desperately wanted right now. Kissing him. So desperate and yet so gentle.

Both your breathes becoming labored as you smelled each other. Kissing his head and then his collarbone before looking into his eyes.

"Take me as you see me"

He took in a gulp. Feeling you. Seeing you and tasting you. It was all he ever had dreamed of.

And with a prayer on his lips he guided himself to your core. The feeling engulfing you two as he bit your shoulder to hold back a growl that he had been holding.

Now exactly nine months later here you were standing and waiting for Ao'nung to return. Just like you had predicted Your parent's weren't pleased to know you two had laid with each other. Not that you had admitted to.

Actually you had a whole four months to prepare for your ceremonial bond. But Ronal wasn't stupid neither was your mother. Neytiri was talking to jake when the suspension came on. You had been eating too much and so she asked Tsahik to make sure of it.

Sure enough your parents. Especially Jake was beyond furious. And by default you two had your ceremony much sooner than expected.

Now To say Jake and Ronal were the only ones who were furious was an understatement. It really felt that Tonowari, Tuk and Tsireya were the only ones that were happy.

Bless Ao'nung for handling your family.

Unfortunately that short lived bliss of being mates was interrupted. Roa had been found dead with her calf. Now you all stood watching as your father told them to warn the Tulkun. You couldn't move. You weren't allowed.

You just waited watching as Lo'ak and Neteyam were now arguing.

It all happened in a flash. You were in the arms of Ao'nung, and then the next you were asking him to be safe in bringing your brother's back.

Taking yourself into your pod.

You prayed. The pit in your stomach now hurting as you felt your breath hitch. You still had a few months to go. But it felt painful suddenly.

"Eywa please please let this fear leave me" you begged. Hand on your stomach as you couldn't even hear the horns sound.

War didn't just hurt those to went to it. Soldiers bled but the innocent stay and suffer that pain.

The silence of the village was what alarmed you. You were completely alone. Perhaps the stress? The emptiness of it all but you felt your water break.

Panic seeped into your heart. It was far too early. Too dangerously early and you were alone. Nobody in sight. Without even thinking you let out a cry unbeknownst to you calling your Ikran 'Ana.

You didn't even know what to do. All you remembered was what little you had learned from Ronal and your mother. You thanked 'Ana for being ever so patient as you pulled at her face and held her there while you went into the water.

Let Gravity help

That's all you were told was your best of friends. And so you did. Feeling 'Ana Grumble and growl along side you. Perhaps too she was scared of what was happening.

You felt the sting. And then the shooting pain. You began to push on instinct too But that sharp burning pain didnt stop. Looking down at the water you saw red.

Blood. A lot of Blood

'help'

it was the only thing on your mind as you finally felt the relieve of the growing tension ease.

But that wasn't the end of it. Yours lungs ached and the bleeding was getting so much worse. Looking at 'Ana you looked at her finally.

"Please..get mom"

That's all you wanted letting her fly off. You looked down again. Placing your hand down to feel. An open wound. And the head of your babe poking out.

Screaming again as you began to push. Feeling yourself get lightheaded. You looked to the open sea. Cries. War. And you were all alone delivering your babe by yourself.

Begging, Silently praying to Eywa as you felt your legs shake.

Ao'nung along side Tsireya was now dragging back a wounded Neteyam. He made a promise to bring your brother's back. Jake Had told him to take him back to shore and that's what he did.

His people Some wounded and some not so much. Some being dragged. To the safety of his mother's healing pod.

And that's when he saw you. He was so sure he didn't let you anywhere NEAR the battle. He was so sure he didn't see you there. But there you were.

He was one of the very first few people back. And there you were laying on the shore. The water around you red.

"Ao'nung!" Tsireya yelled now taking Neteyam in her arms as she saw him run to you.

So much blood. So much blood. Dragging you he saw the cord that now left your legs and he began to search the water. Scared. Terribly scared, frightened to his core to think that something happened to you or the babe.

And then he brought the small thing up. Its movement now erratic before he let out a shrill cry. He wanted to be happy. He wanted to be so happy

But this babe was so so small. So terribly tiny. And you were bleeding.

"Go take her to the pod! Go" Tsireya yelled again struggling to drag ao'nung but noticing some people coming back.

Ao'nung didn't think he just picked you up and placed the babe in your arms as he took you to his mom's pod.

Now he was no healer. But his mom had taught him how to stop the bleeding So while she would take a while to get here He could do what was the best for the meantime.

Jake now stood in front of the pod where you were being taken care of along side Neteyam. He was both thankful and yet Furious with himself that he let this happen.

He looked at his son in law. his face a distant memory of when he let home tree fall. A loss and yet being so lost in thought.

"kid?"

He didnt respond possibly to shell shocked as he waited

"Hey it'll be alright okay?"

"Will she be alright?" He asked like a little kid. Looking at his family and then Tonowari both parents dealing with having to protect their kids.

Before he could speak. Ronal opened the veil of the pod looking at all of them and then her son. "she's alright"

"and Neteyam?"

"He's alright as well. Hasn't woken up yet but is stable. Come" She said stepping aside and letting them all in.

You kept looking at the ceiling. As you had been the entire time you were conscious. Ronal having to stitch you up and while painful it wasn't as traumatizing and enduring labor alone.

You saw Ao'nung and then your father. And that's when you began to cry. You had been so scared and you were terrified as Ronal had not said a word about your baby.

"Shh its okay. Its okay sweet girl" Your father said stroking your head as you couldn't help but cry.

Ao'nung holding your hand before he felt his mother tap him on the shoulder. A small bundle. Barely the size of a healthy babe in her arms.

"He is tiny. Premature. But he is healthy" She spoke watching as all your family now surrounded her and watched.

She was right. Such a tiny little thing.

Ao'nung smiled. Kissing your head as he just held you. "healthy my love healthy"

You couldn't help but laugh a little through your sobs as you felt ronal lay the small thing on your chest. Sure now came the path of having to care for such a premature babe. But you were just glad all that pain. All that panic was worth it. Because as you two stared at your little son. It made it all worth it.

"Welcome to the family little one" You heard Neteyam say next to you. and Oh Eywa. Was it the thing you wanted to hear after hearing your babe cry too.

[wish-i-were-heather]

i just need to vent ignore this pls

oh my GOODNESSCAN YOU JUST ADMIT YOURE WRONG AUGH HOW HARD IS IT??? I DIDNT FUCKING DO ANYTHING!!! im sorry i fucking misunderstood you, its not worth any argument. its the STUPIDEST ARGUMENT LITERALLY WHY ARE YOU MAD??? she said to try on the dress, so i tried on the dress. then she says its the wrong one. okay, fine, my mistake. no problem. apparently there is a problem because "didnt you hear me tell you the other one we ordered arrived?" NO I CLEARLY DIDNT OTHERWISE I WOULDVE PUT THAT ONE ON? so its like ok fine ill put on the other its no big deal. but apparently i used the wrong fucking tone? what tone am i supposed to use i just talked normally. and i do like the dress i fucking do i like the dress damn why are you so pressed about it. "if you dont like it why did you buy it then its a waste" I LIKE THE FUCKING DRESS SHUT TF UP. and then apparently when he agrees that i didnt use a tone, "doesnt the tone she's using sound just like a meltdown? do you not hear it? NO HE DOESNT HEAR IT OBVIOUSLY THERES NO FUCKING TONE TO HEAR OMG ITS LITERALLY NOT A PROBLEM THERES NO NEED TO ARGUE I TRIED ON THE WRONG FUCKING DRESS LET IT GO. but apparently fucking not so im like oh sorry i didnt know wheres the dress im supposed to wear and she fucking goes "ill show you" in the most demeaning, slow, talking to someone whos overracting type of tone. like excuse me? all i did was ask a question? im not doing anything? so then i just respond "okay" in the same fucking tone. and when she hears that tone now she gets mad? yeah its not very fun to hear is it huh. and then shes like "oh nevermind we dont have to try it on well do it later" AND WALKS AWAY LIKE BITCH THIS WAS YOUR IDEA DO YOU WANT ME TO WEAR IT OR NOT? how can you give me this stupid ass attitude, say i have attitude, then walk away like im the dramatic overreacter here?

then she decides to just leave. fully leave. like i go into my room thinking we're done because i wasnt even that mad she was the one who was pissed. and then she knocks on the door (wow i didnt know she could do that she always just opens it) and is like uh where r u? and im like im in here and apparently that upsets her that im not trying on the dress that i didnt fucking know existed until five minutes ago and she just WALKS AWAY?? JUST SAYS WHATEVER AND FULLLY LEAVES. GOES OUTSIDE TO TAKE A WALK? HELLO? YOU CANT JUST LEAVE AN ARGUMENT WHEN YOURE LOOSING??? YOU CANT JUST WALK THE FUCK AWAY??

so then later i feel fine im not mad anymore i left that post with a bunch of tags complaining. and then i go to say goodnight and shes all stiff and he tells me shes still mad. and then she decides to talk about how shes "invisible and it feels like everyone is ignoring her and invalidating her emotions and stuff" LIKE LITERALLY WHO DID THAT? WHERE- WHAT? WHO??? like she doesnt know how to admit shes wrong its actually a problem. sometimes youre wrong and sometimes you have to be the bigger person. but no she has the emotional maturity of a five year old and decides to just sit there and cross her arms and not fucking talk as we both try to apologize??? and neither of us even know what we did wrong. and then SHE TRIES TO TURN IT AROUND AND "APOLOGIZES" AND IS LIKE OH IM WRONG ITS FINE WHATEVER. LIKE NO LETS TALK ABOUT THIS BUT SHE DOESNT WANT TO?? HELLO? normally the morning after an argument ill go and apologize because ill be wrong but this time i dont even know what to say because im not even doing anything wrong. shes the one who got mad at me for a simple fucking misunderstanding. all because i put on the wrong dress?? oh my goodness its not that deep at all just apologize and move on.

and the worst part is i was crying. i started crying. i was crying. during this whole damn argument. and i couldnt get words out bc my fucking throat was all weird. and i sounded rediculous. its fucking humiliating. i was trying to tell her like im not sad im not upset but she just gave me this nasty ass glare so i guess im the problem and im still overreacting.

THIS IS THE STUPIDEST ARGUMENT ANYONES EVER HAD OH MY GOODNESS LITERALLY JUST BECAUSE I MISUNDERSTOOD WHEN YOU SAID "THE DRESS ARRIVED AND I WANT YOU TO TRY IT ON." like im not even that important at all its not worth it. like oh my goodness just say youre wrong and move on. but the problem is she cant apologize and say shes wrong without playing the victim and "omg you guys dont even care im just invisible im being ignored your invalidating me" NO WERE NOT STOP TALKING

whatever its fine i guess. shes still important to me. i love her. shes just an only child and i really think it shows in the way she argues.

this is stupid. what a way to end the night with me crying because i accidentally used the wrong tone apparently and "had a meltdown" by litreally just explaining a simple misunderstanding.

but i can listen to short and sweet tomorrow!! i was gonna tonight but my nights fucking ruined :)

if you for some reason decided to read this, no you didnt

[astranauticus]

orv 🤝 asteroid city

stories about stories that left a surprisingly large impact crater in my brain

anyway some more (frankly far too extensive) thoughts under the cut for an au i dont forsee myself drawing for again (cw: mention of suicidal thoughts and lots of talk about death)

for anyone reading this who hasn't watched asteroid city: it's a movie documenting the making of an in universe fictional play called asteroid city written by conrad earp (kdj) directed by schubert green (hsy) lead actor jones hall (yjh) who plays augie, very emotionally repressed guy whose wife (lsh, kinda) just died and is trying to figure out how to tell his children about it. anyway jones shows up at conrad's house for auditions and the two fall in love, then conrad dies from a car crash 6 months into the shows run and jones is left to play a character mourning the death of his wife while irl mourning the death of his lover and it drives him up a wall trying to figure out if he's doing conrad "right" (hence 'i still don't understand the play')

anyway for this au like everything that happens in the movie also happens i think but the character motivations are a little bit different like in the movie conrad earp writes the play before he ever meets jones hall so we don't really know why it's Like That but i think in the au kdj is either like. having suicidal thoughts or just fully believed he wasn't gonna live for very long in the like cptsd symptom kinda way lmao. so like it's not really that he wrote the play to help yjh process his own death (i think if that were the case the message of the play would be way different lmfao) but it's more like he just had death and grief on the brain and was also writing stuff. and like the answer he arrived at was that he didn't actually arrive at anything in the end. sometimes tragedy just happens and there's no meaning to it you just kinda have to live with that. like i know this is not how the process of play production works but if there's one change to the original movie plot in this au i want to make it's that kdj still dies by car accident but before the script is 100% finished or after he's been talking about rewriting the ending or something because i think he also doesn't figure out an answer he's satisfied with in the end about like death and grief and mourning. like you just know that in kdj's ideal world his loved ones wouldn't mourn him at all if he dies because he doesn't want them to be sad because of him and maybe he still hasn't fully 100% internalised that he has people who would care if he dies. anyway i think yjh kinda understands like subliminally that kdj was trying to Say Something with the play he just isn't sure what because he's looking for An Answer like some kind of meaning to everything that's happened but the point is there isn't one and if there is kdj hasn't found it either lmao. and like i think hsy understood immediately like as soon as she heard the news of his death she's figured out what kdjs thought process behind the play was and like she's absolutely not holding it together as well as she appears but she also sees yjh driving himself insane every night trying to find The Meaning or whatever and like whether or not she even agrees with kdj aside this is the only way she can think of to help him get out of that hole bc she can't exactly tell yjh like 'the point is that there is no point you just have to live with The Everything' so she's just trying her best to make him understand on his own. idk i just need someone who's watched asteroid city to see this and tell me if ive gone completely insane LMAO

[bubblegump-1-nk]

I Love My Boyfriend

- Theodore Nott x fem!Reader, Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

summary: you’re very much in love with your boyfriend Draco Malfoy, and happy in your relationship - but a certain brunette makes you start to question your beliefs (part 1?)

song: I love My Boyfriend - Princess Chelsea

Disclaimer: lol I’ve started to realize that like more than half of my fic’s have allusion to cheating or are just flat out abt that, but seriously, DONT CHEAT YALL.

It was a chilly September day, the leaves were starting to fall and coat the grass in an array of orange and yellow hues. You couldn’t be more exited for the changing weather, as you were getting rather irritated with the heat.

“Baby? Did you hear me?” Draco said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You were walking with your beautiful boyfriend, Theo, and Blaise back from Care of Magical creatures.

“No, I’m sorry Dray. Can you repeat that?” You said, sending him a smile as further apology.

“It’s ok, I just asked if you have your outfit ready for the party tonight?”

“Oh yeah, I have it all ready.” Tonight the Ravenclaws were throwing a party, and asked everyone to come dressed up as somebody else. You and Draco were dressing as each other.

“I’m exited to see you in a mini dress, Draco.” Said Theo chuckling, Blaise laughed at the comment.

“I’m not wearing a mini dress, Theo. Sorry to crush your dreams.” Said Draco, as he reached for your hand.

You laughed at Theo’s comment, looking up at him. He looked down at you and held eye contact for a few seconds, before you looked away. This shouldn’t be happening.

You had arrived at your dorm room a few moments after, and you were slightly happy to see that your roommate hadn’t arrived yet, you needed time to think. You quickly changed into some comfy clothes before laying down in your bed, quickly getting lost in your thoughts.

You had always loved Draco, since third year when you two had started dating. So why was it that just now, two years later, you’ve started to feel funny about your relationship. It had all started during the summer, when Pansy had invited your group to her house for a week. You, Draco, Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise, and Theo. Theo. Theodore Nott. The man who has you pulling yourself away from Draco. You were sure the feelings had been present for a while, but they hadn’t fully revealed themselves until one night. One night when you couldn’t sleep and you found yourself going downstairs to get some fresh air. That’s were you found him, smoking a cigarette.

He turned around to face you, smiling upon seeing you.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, as you walked up to him.

“Nope, I just needed some fresh air.”

“Yeah, me too.”

It was silent for a bit, you looked up at him. At the way his curls were slightly askew, probably from having tossed and turned in bed, trying to find sleep. The moonlight illuminated his already gorgeous features in a beautiful light, making him appear almost heavenly. You had always found him slightly attractive. But somehow, that night, you saw him in a more-than-friends light. In a i-could-see-you-as-my-boyfriend light. You turned away quickly as you had that thought. You loved Draco, and only Draco. You couldn’t have those thoughts.

Little did you know he looked at you right after, and stared at you longingly, wishing you weren’t his best friends girlfriend, because he had been in love with you for a year now.

Your roommate opened the door, and you looked her way, sitting up on your bed.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for you to get here to start getting ready.”

“Sorry, sorry. But I’m here now, so let’s get started!!” Said Pansy, pulling you up from your bed.

You had finally finished getting ready. You were wearing a cropped white button down, a black pleated mini skirt, and a green tie to resemble Draco’s uniform. Pansy had helped you with a hair spell which turned a few strands of your hair blonde to match Draco’s (ignore this if your already blonde lol).

Pansy dressed up as Daphne Greengrass, who she decided to switch with after you told her you were matching with Draco. She came up behind you as you looked in the mirror.

“You two are going to look so cute at this party. My forever favorite couple.” She squealed. You hadn’t told her yet about your Theo thoughts. Mostly because they would pass quickly, right?

“And you look even cuter, now let’s gooooo!”

“Ok, ok I’m going.” She said, stopping to reapply her lipgloss quickly before following you out of the dorm.

The boys were waiting for you in the common room.

“Well, hello me! I never realized I was this hot.” Said Draco, coming to take you in his arms. You lightly slapped his arm as a joke before Draco gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“You’re lucky she’s doing you justice Malfoy, if I had dressed up as you I would’ve just worn a trash bag.” Said Theo, earning him a face from Draco. He winked at you once Draco looked away, causing you to blush. An interaction Pansy had caught.

You all entered the Ravenclaw common room, and were met with blasting music and an intense smell of alcohol.

“I’m gonna go get us drinks babe” Draco said over the booming music, unsnaking his hand from your waist.

“Ok, thank you.” You said, giving him a peck on the cheeks before he left.

“So y/n, what do you think of my costume?” Said Theo, coming to walk beside you as you entered deeper into the common room.

Your breath hitched when you realized who it was. As you turned your head to him your eyes widened. He had taken his shirt off. “What costume?” You said, jokingly, trying hard to look him in the eyes.

“What? When have you seen Mattheo with a shirt on when he doesn’t have to have one on?” He said, laughing.

“Well that’s fair. I quite like it, if I’m being honest. You truly embodied our Riddle well.” You said, smiling.

“Yeah?” He said smirking. “Well I think your costume is quite bad.”

Your gave him a look and scoffed. “Why is that, Theodore.”

“Well only because you look far too good to be Draco.” He said, placing his hand on your hip.

You knew you shouldn’t let him do this. He knew he shouldn’t do this. But for some reason, none of you moved.

Draco had been walking toward you, drinks in hand, when he saw you two. His best friend since 9 years old, and his girlfriend, who he loved more than anything in the world. His hand on your waist, your hand on his bicep as you threw your head back in laughter at some stupid joke Theo made. His heart felt heavy. What was this? He had never seen you interact this way. Theo had always respected boundaries, and you had always loved him too much to let any man touch you like that other than him. Also, why the hell was his shirt off? We walked over to you two quickly.

“Got the drinks.” He said, standing next to the two of you. He tried to be as civil as possible, knowing it must have been some sort of misunderstanding, since he trusted the both of you.

His words shook you and Theo out of your trances, quickly letting go of each other.

“Thank you baby.” You said, grabbing the drink from Draco’s hand.

He snaked his arm around your waist possessively as he started at Nott.

Theo cleared his throat, “well I guess I better go find Mattheo. Make sure he’s not giving me a bad rep.” He said, causing you to giggle lightly. He left with a smile on his face.

“Wanna dance?” Draco asked you.

“Of course!”

After quite a bit of dancing, you told Draco you were going to go take a break. He had started to follow you but you told him he didn’t have to, since you knew he wanted to keep dancing. He smiled at you and gave you a deep kiss before you left.

You plopped down on the nearest couch you could find, suddenly feeling the three drinks you had had before hand. You started to loosen your tie when you noticed someone sit beside you. Theo.

“Here.” He said, handing you his cup of water.

“Omg you are a life saver. Thank you Teddy.” You said, talking a gulp of water before handing it back to Theo.

Teddy. A nickname you hadn’t used on him since you had started dating Draco, since you thought it was a little too endearing. The use of it hadn’t gone unnoticed by the both of you.

“So, how are you finding the party?” He asked , taking a sip of water before handing it back to you.

“It’s fun, how about you?” You asked, taking a sip of the water.

“Fun. I’m just confused on how Mattheo can keep his shirt off all the time. I feel over exposed.” He said, laughing as you handed back the cup.

“Well, that’s because Mattheo is very strange.” You said, giggling, earning a chuckle from Theo.

“I’m very what?” Said Mattheo smiling, coming up to the both of you.

“You are veryyy strange for always having your shirt anywhere but your chest” you said, making the two boys laugh.

“Oi talking about shirts, this one is making me rather uncomfortable. Why do you always have a shirt on Theo?”

“Probably because that’s what your supposed to do.” Theo responded, making you laugh. His arm was now behind you, on top of the couch. And you were somehow leaned against it.

“Well I don’t think it should be that way. I mean how much better would our lives be if the lovely y/n never had a shirt on.” He said.

“Keep dreaming.” You said

“Oh right, I forgot about your little obsession with Draco.” He said, making eye contact with Theo as he said so.

“Just because you’ve never been able to keep a relationship doesn’t mean you have to hate on the rest of us.” You said.

“Ouch.” He responded, putting his hand over his heart.

“Well, I’ll see you two later, Hannah has finally left that stupid Gryffindors side.” He said, smiling walking towards the blonde.

“Go get ‘em tiger.” Theo yelled after him, making Mattheo flip him off.

“Put this on for me? I don’t want to keep wearing it.” You said to Theo, passing him your Slytherin tie.

“Of course Princess.” He said, putting the tie on.

“Wow, you look just like me now.” You said, jokingly.

“Well it would make sense that your dressed up as me, considering that you look so good tonight.”

You blushed at his words, looking away and spotting Draco on the dance floor with Enzo. You never realized how truly bland he was. It was hard to spot him out amongst the others, the only indicator being his bright blonde hair. Theo, on the other hand, you could spot out anywhere. Y/n stop! You love your boyfriend, and you know he’s the most attractive person in the room - right?

~~~

You woke up, head throbbing in Draco’s bed. He was holding you close, his arm protectively around you. You gave him a kiss on his temple before lightly getting out of his embrace. You grabbed one of his sweatshirts and put on your shoes before heading back to your dorm.

You walked in, and found Pansy reading on her bed.

“Hey Pans.” You said, going over to her bed as you took your shoes off.

“Hey y/n. Fun night?” She said, smirking.

“Draco and I didn’t sleep together, he just took me back to his dorm after I started throwing up.” You said, explaining why you hadn’t slept in your dorm.

“That’s not what I meant.” She said looking down at you.

You gave her a confused look at your laid down position on her bed.

“Theo. I meant Theo?”

You widened you eyes, “Theo? What do you mean?”

“Y/n. I saw the way you two were interacting. I haven’t seen you two like that in a long time. Not since before Draco. And by Merlin I’ve never seen you two touch each other that way. Y/n, your my best friend, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?” She said, running her hand through your hair.

“I know, I know. It’s just, I’m confused.” You admitted.

“Confused? Why?”

“Pansy! I’m fucking confused because I have a boyfriend! Who I’m very much in love with.” You said exasperated, although you said the last part with doubt evident in your voice.

“Look y/n. I’m not saying who you love and who you don’t. All I’m saying is that you and Draco have been dating for two years, the longest relationship you’ve ever had. And you started dating at a young age, it’s normal for you to feel like your growing apart. It’s normal to feel like you want to try something new. It might be a phase, it might not. All I expect from you is for you to figure it out as quickly as possible so you don’t hurt either one of them. And I’m here for you, if you find you need help.”

These words circled through your head as you thought them over. She was right. You needed to figure this out. You loved both of them to do anything to them.

“Thank you Pansy. I love you.” You said, smiling at her.

“I love you more.” She said.

A knock at the door caught both of your attention.

“I’ll get it. Coming!” You said, getting up from Pansy’s bed.

You opened the door, expecting Draco, and found none other than Theodore Nott. You smiled.

“Hey. Um, I didn’t see you down in the great hall and I guessed you are probably too hung over to go down there, so I brought you breakfast.” He said, holding out a little box filled with waffles, bacon, and eggs - just like you like them. He also held out a water bottle.

“Oh my gosh thank you so much Theo, you’re the best!!.” You said, grabbing the box.

“No problem.” He said smiling.

“Come in Theo.” Pansy said, appearing at your side.

“Yeah come in.” You said, smiling as you opened the door wider.

You all three sat on the floor, as you ate your breakfast, sharing some with Pansy.

“This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten in my lifeee.” You said, earning you a very intense nod in agreement from Pansy, mouth full of waffles.

“What can I say? I am the best.” Theo said, grabbing a piece of bacon.

Suddenly the door opened, causing the three of you to turn towards it. Standing there was Draco, who had stopped at the sight of you three. More specifically, you two. He had a little cup of water and a biscuit wrapped in a napkin in his hand.

“Hey baby.” You said, getting up and walking towards him.

“I brought you breakfast. But it seems you’ve already eaten.” He said, sternly. Eyes entrained on Theo.

“No it’s alright. I wanted a biscuit anyway. Thank you baby.” You said, trying to diffuse the obvious tension.

“Yeah, of course.” He said, kissing you. His eyes still on Theo.

“Well, quidditch is in a little, so I better be on my way.” Said Theo, getting up.

“Ok, er, thanks for the meal.” You said, he nodded and smiled at you as he walked out, placing a hand on Draco’s shoulder before walking out. You couldn’t help but notice how much taller Theo was.

“Yeah, I better get going too.” Said Draco.

“Are you sure baby? You could stay a bit longer.”

“It’s ok, thanks anyway though. I’ll see you later.” He kissed the top of your head before leaving, closing the door behind him. Your slowly turned to face Pansy.

“Oh. My. God. That did not just happen.” You said, stunned.

~~

It had been two weeks since that. And your relationship was still strained. You and Theo still had a weird thing going on, neither of you fully acknowledging it, never talking about it. Although you both knew you should.

Draco would never admit it but he’s cried twice already. He could see it, everyone could see it. He talked to Blaise about it, he just suggested talking to you, something he couldn’t do because then it would make it real. He hoped he was just imagining it, making something out of nothing. You two were just friends, right? You only loved him, right?

You were currently sitting in potions, Draco next to you and Pansy and Theo sitting in front of you. Snape was droning on about something, and you had no idea what was going on. You looked down at your worksheet that you were supposed to be completing but you had absolutely no idea where to start.

Theo noticed your confused face, he had been staring at you practically the whole class. He leaned over and began whispering an explanation.

You smiled up at him as he explained why you need Dragons snot and not Dragons spit. He smiled back.

Draco turned to you as soon as he heard him. Neither of you having noticed he had faced you.

“I think I can help my own girlfriend with her homework, Theodore.” He said, sternly, his hand finding his way to your upper thigh.

“Right. just didn’t look like it mate.” Said Theo, causing an intense staring contest between the two.

“Draco, I still don’t understand, can you explain this one?” You said, trying to stop whatever was going on.

“Of course baby.” He said, a little more aggressively than he intended.

Theo sank back down into his seat, and Pansy punched his arm

~~

“Pass the steak please.” Enzo asked Theo, who had just finished serving himself pumpkin juice.

You were all together at dinner, Draco next to you, Theo sitting in front of you. Theos knees were touching yours, neither of you moving them.

“Thanks mate.” He said, loading his plate up with the meat.

“Y/n do you have my red shirt. The one with the dragon on it. I’m pretty sure I left it in your dorm.” Theo asked, hiding his smirk by taking a sip of his juice.

You nearly joked on your chicken, “your shirt?”

“Yeah, you know, the one I left in your dorm two nights ago.”

Draco tensed next to you, the whole table tensed. Pansy looked at you, nervous. Blaise looked at Theo, trying to figure why the fuck he was saying this. Enzo was darting his gaze between everyone, not sure what to think. Mattheo was smirking.

“Why would his shirt be in your dorm y/n?” Draco asked, his voice wavering.

“Because, this idiot decided to take a look at my candle while it was lit. The wax spilt all over his shirt and he had to change.” You said, telling the truth, “and yeah, I do have it Theo.”

Everyone relaxed, but not Draco.

“Why was he in your dorm, y/n?” Draco asked.

“We were just studying Dray.” You said, softly.

“Yeah mate, we just had to finish some essays and stuff.” Theo said, reassuring him.

“Well, where was I?” Draco asked.

“I don’t know, you sort of ran off after class that day. Theo asked to study and we didn’t have plans so I said yeah.” You explained, placing your hand on his thigh.

Draco looked at Theo, then at you, and continued eating his food. The table was silent for the rest of dinner.

“I’m going to bed.” You said, after about 10 minutes. You began walking out of the great hall, and once you had exited, Draco excused himself.

He found you on the way to the common room and called out to you. You turned to face him and stopped walking. He walked up to you and the two of your were silent for a second.

“Y/n, please, please tell me your not fucking my best friend.”

You were taken aback by his straightforwardness.

“I’m sorry?” You say.

“Theo. Theodore Nott. Please, baby, tell me I’m crazy for thinking there’s something there.” He says, voice breaking.

You know you shouldn’t, you know it’s wrong but you reassure him. “Draco what? What do you mean? There’s absolutely nothing there. I only love you.” You say, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

Draco doesn’t question you further, he sense the falseness in your voice but he ignores it. This can’t be real. So he won’t make it real. You walk back to the common room hand in hand.

~~

3 weeks pass. Theo and you have been getting touchier, flirtier. Everyone notices it, everyone knows. Even Draco.

It’s taken everything in him not to beat the living shit out of Nott.

You find yourself in the quidditch stands, wrapped in Draco’s sweater and a scarf. The Slytherin vs Ravenclaw game is about to start. You’ve fallen for Theo. You know it now. You’ve known for about a week, but you haven’t said anything. To either of the boys. Guilt is eating you alive. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know how to react.

The whistle draws your attention, the game has started.

450-85 Slytherin.

You wait outside the Slytherin changing room.

“Hey baby. Good job!” You say to Draco as he walks out.

“Hi my love.” He says, kissing you passionately.

You’ve noticed this recently. Dracos never been big on PDA but recently he’s been over the top, showing more affection than ever. You can guess why.

“Let’s head to the party.”

Ugh.

“You start going, I just realized I left my gloves outside. I’ll meet you there, go enjoy your party.” You say, detaching yourself from Draco’s hand.

“Are you sure? I Can help you look” he states, trying to reach for your hand again. You pull it back.

“No it’s alright. The party is for you, go enjoy it. I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok, be quick.” He says, leaving. Looking back at you as you walk outside.

You were never wearing gloves.

You waited outside for a few minutes, and then headed back inside when you were sure everyone had left. You had planned this perfectly, you knew Theo was always the last one out.

You walked into the changing room, and surely enough there was Theo, putting his shirt on.

“Hey.” You said, walking towards him.

“Hey you.” He said, smiling.

You stop in front of him.

“We need to talk.”

His smile faltered although he knew this was coming. “Go ahead.”

“Theo-“ he cuts you off.

“Actually before you start, let me say something. I love you y/n. I’ve loved you for a while now. I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it. I can’t. You’re just so perfect and I tried to suppress it, I really did. But I couldn’t. Because quite frankly y/n it hurt. It physically hurt me to not be with you. And I knew I would continue feeling like that for a long time because you and Draco were some perfect couple. But I had to try, so I did. And these past few weeks have been good. It’s been good to show you I love you but Draco is always there, reminding me how horrible this is and how you aren’t truly mine. And I know I need to stop. And I will, for you. But I just needed you to know that I love you, I don’t know why I need you to know this. But I do.” He finished, breathing heavy. You could tell he was nervous because he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. He always did that when he was nervous .

You were both quiet for a little, staring at each other. After a while of you not saying anything, Theo began to leave.

“Theo wait!”

He turned to face you, hopeful.

“I love you too.” You said.

And with that Theos lips crashed onto yours, your mouths moving together. His arms were around your waist and you had one in his hair, one under his shirt. Your tongues were exploring each other, you’ve been waiting to do this for so very long.

“Jump.” Theo said quickly, before returning to kiss you.

You jumped and he grabbed you, your legs around his waist as he held you with ease. Your back against the lockers. He began to kiss down your neck, you moaned in response.

His lips returned to yours, the kiss was passionate and deep.

The door opened. A glass shattered.

Theo and you stopped kissing and turned towards the noise.

Draco was standing at the door, his cup broken on the floor. He had come to check on what was taking you so long. He had become familiar with your moans over two years, and when he heard them coming from the Slytherin changing room he didn’t believe his ears.

“Draco wait!” You called out as he began leaving.

Theo gently placed you down and you quickly ran after Draco.

“Draco stop!”

“Why y/n? Why? Why my best friend? Why after all these years?!” He said, eyes filled with tears.

“I-I don’t know. I wish I did but I don’t. But Draco, I, I never meant to hurt you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen? What? Me walking in on you two? How fucking long has this been going on for?”

You were at a loss of words.

“This was the first time, I swear. I was going to talk to you but it just happened.”

“Things don’t just fucking happen y/n! Not like this. You’re a fucking slut.”

Theo had been waiting inside the room, he thought it was best to leave you two alone for a bit. But after hearing what Draco had called you he stepped out.

“Don’t fucking call her that mate” He said, stepping protectively in front of you.

“Mate? Mate? Don’t you fucking call me mate after hooking up with my girlfriend of two fucking years! How could you do this to me? How?”

“I don’t know, alright?! I don’t. And I’m sorry, I know it’s fucked up and I wanted to say something but I-“

“But what? Neither of you cared enough about me to say something before fucking each other? Is that what it is?”

“No Draco, please. It wasn’t like that.” You said.

Something in your words caused Draco to snap, and he did something he’d never done before. He punched you in the face, hard. As hard as he could. Your hands flew to cup your eye. Before he could think of what he’d done Theos fist hit him square in the nose. And soon Theo and him were on the ground, hitting each other with everything.

“Stop it! Both of you stop it!” You yelled, trying to stop them before one of them died.

“She was mine! She was mine you you knew that you fucking git.” Draco yelled, punching Theo in the mouth.

He chuckled, “obviously she wasn’t fucking yours if she wanted me so fucking bad.” Theo then punched him in the nose, then the stomach.

“Draco stop it! Get away from him, it’s my fault!” You yelled, trying to stop this fight again.

You heard footsteps, then you saw Enzo, Blaise, Mattheo, and Pansy. They had come down after realizing that you, Theo, and Draco had been gone for a while. The came running when they heard the commotion. They knew what had happened once they saw the scene. The boys worked together to get Theo and Draco off of each other. Theo had been on top of Draco, punching the life out of him when they got him off. Mattheo and Blaise were holding back a fuming Theo, as Enzo grabbed Draco.

“What the fuck?” Said Enzo.

“You fucking hit her again and it will be the last thing you ever fucking do.” Theo yelled at Draco, as he broke out of the boys grasps to get to you. He hugged you protectively as he checked if you were ok. You cried into his chest, he kissed the top of your head.

A silence fell over the room at Theo’s words.

“You hit y/n?” Asked Mattheo slowly.

“I-I didn’t mean to.” Said Draco, leaning against Enzo.

Enzo let go of him at his words, and looked at him in shock.

“You motherfucker” Said Mattheo running towards him.

“Stop! Stop it.” Yelled Pansy, getting in between Draco and Mattheo.

“You can kill him later but we can’t do this here.” Pansy said, shooting daggers at Draco.

The room fell silent again, the only thing being heard were your whimpers and Draco’s heavy breathing.

“This isn’t over Malfoy.” Theo says, before leaving with his arms protectively around you.