#nerdy prudes fanfiction

[max-is-really-okay]

Do the people want a Nerdy Prudes: Spiderverse AU?

I feel like the thing pretty much writes itself, but I cannot get this idea out of my head. I'll post what I have here and if even one person wants more I'll expand on it. (I'll probably do so anyways tbh)

So while it might feel obvious to make Peter Spiderman, I've decided to go in a different direction...kind of

Stephanie is pretty much Gwen Stacy. Her crush was supposed to be the one to get bit by the spider, but through a series of coincidences she is the one to get powers.

Peter is MJ. Obviously.

So there were a lot of options for Grace, but I decided to stay simple and go with Venom. Venom is Pokey here because I think that there's a lot of potential there. (Though Nibbly could also work.)

The LiB are still very much a thing. I feel like I don't have to reach that far to incorporate the web.

Max is still alive. While somewhat representing Flash, he's Grace's boyfriend in this! He carries her books and follows her like a little puppy.

Solomon would be the main antagonist for the first one. The Green Goblin parallels aren't hard to make, but I'd want to add my own twist on it.

Whatever universe this is happening in is 'wrong'. None of the canon events are going as expected.

Peter was supposed to sneak off during a field trip to CCRP. He'd forget his bag in one of the conference rooms, and then when he went back to get it the spider would bite him.

Stephanie notices that he forgot his bag, and wanting an excuse to keep talking to him, she goes to grab it for him.

Entire timeline is fucked up from here.

Instead of Max, Grace is the one to get 'infected' and becomes Venom.

While I probably won't bring in any Spiderverse characters, there's at least one version of Peter out there looking for a Stephanie that survives. Our Stephanie is the only one.

Ruth and Richie are obsessed with finding out Spiderwoman's identity for gross reasons.

Stephanie didn't tell Grace her identity, the girl walked in on her changing out of the suit after a fight.

Polycule endgame.

The universe keeps trying to kill Peter but he will not die.

Stephanie eventually gets parental figures that aren't awful through her powers. (It's Holloway and Duke.)

When Stephanie first realizes she has powers (it takes her a few days) she doesn't know what to do. That's where Peter comes in. He's a nerd, so he'd know how to start her superhero origin story.

Grace and Stephanie also have so much tension you guys have no idea.

There's a specific scene in my mind with Stephanie falling into Grace's arms unexpectedly and it'd work so well

Kind of an homage to the lunch tray scene in the first Spiderman movie

[natabatts]

Art for chapter 1 of my NPMD fic: In Another Universe! I’ve been blown away by the positive response on it so thank you to everyone who has commented and left kudos <3

closeups under the cut :3

[lilacthebooklover]

jon matteson characters family reunion. richie is ignoring everyone and blasting japanese nightcore on his airpods. roman is here and acting disgusted at the food while linda boasts about her kids (said kids are currently causing mayhem that will probably end in tears). paul has brought emma with him and is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. boy jerry is trying to give him a pep talk on how to propose so he can "do the do" with emma (bj recommends a walk in the woods). the hatchetman bursts in at one point. daniel lost track of time and decided it wasn't worth showing up. gary is happy to be a part of something like he was with the wiggly cult but nobody likes him. wiggly watches for a while then shows up in human form to cause more mayhem, nobody knows who he is, why he looks like them or why he speaks like a toddler but he's freaky and may or may not be on the verge of murder. fun times.

[ghostface-knight]

i'd like to present my concept of nightmare time episodes where every (or almost every) person is played by the same person, inspired by jaime lyn beatty in daddy. here are some ideas:

peter spankoffski is done being at the bottom of the hatchetfield high food chain, and so he seeks out help to become cooler. he comes across ethan green, who, having just been left by his girlfriend lex, decides, "what the hell, i'll mentor this kid on being cool". when ted spankoffski learns that his little brother is hanging out with "that no-good ethan green", he confronts pete about it, perhaps a little too harshly. his intentions are good, but when has anything ever gone the way he meant? ted, like everybody in town, knows about ethan's reputation, and he thinks he'll be a bad influence on pete. he knows that, if anyone can, pete can make it out of hatchetfield, and he doesn't want ethan screwing that up. so he confronts him, and one thing leads to another, and eventually pete storms out in anger. ted knows if he goes after pete immediately, he'll only make things worse, so he decides he'll let him have his moment of teenage rebellion and then reconcile with him after. a few hours later, ted spankoffski, now drinking his problems away, is approached by a mysterious man who has somehow gotten into ted's apartment. wilbur cross, as he introduces himself, half-convinces and half-mind controls ted into believing that ethan is responsible for this, and the only way to protect pete is to kill ethan. he storms into ethan's tiny basement apartment, wielding his now shattered bottle of booze, and prepared to rip him limb from limb with his new super-powered companion. ethan can hold his own, though, and the brawl is a tough match. eventually, though, ethan manages to get the remaining shard of the bottle and shove it straight through ted's chest. as this happens, pete comes out of ethan's bathroom, revealing that he'd gone to ethan for comfort after his fight with ted. ted bleeds out on ethan's floor as pete holds him.

ruth fleming has graduated high school, and she's lucky enough to find a super chill job as a farmhand on the farm of emma perkins. one day, as they do their usual work (which isn't much, to be honest), they are approached by linda monroe, who is all but seething. she's goes on about how drugs are evil and she will not raise her children in a town where such depravity is taking place. they threaten her off the property, and they think that'll be over and done with. it's not like they've never had to deal with moralistic creeps like her before, and they've always come out the other side. linda comes back the next day with a petition signed by just about every member of the hatchetfield boating society. yeah whatever, perky's buds is not going to be dismantled by some stupid rich people who think they have more power than they do. in the midst of this, they've recently recieved a new client: 17 year old hannah foster. a quiet kid from hatchetfield high, who seems to have joined the smoke club as a way to make some friends. emma and ruth don't think much of it -- neither of them have any qualms about selling to teenagers, and business is business. however, hannah keeps coming back for more and more, and ruth starts to wonder if there's something else going on. back in the linda plot, linda has taken to bringing people out to the farm to protest. each day she (or, more accurately, the people she's hired) come with more and more people holding cardboard signs and chanting. it's really starting to get on emma's nerves. one day, while hannah is picking up her purchase, linda, surrounded by a mob of angry parents and hatchetfield adults, returns. suddenly, linda no longer seems like a nuisance, but a legitimate threat. her followers carry weapons and the menacing smile on her face tells emma and ruth that she isn't messing around. as the mob breaks through the door of the farm house, emma and ruth urge hannah to look for shelter. hannah refuses though, and emma swears her eyes begin to gleam almost inhumanly. the mob makes it to them, and are suddenly thrown back by a wave of psychic energy so powerful it shatters the walls of the house. hannah's new powers (on account of the weed) leave emma, ruth, and herself standing unharmed in the middle of a surrounding pile of groaning, injured people.

i have a few other concepts, but this is getting super long so i better leave it here for now lmao

[ameriewadiasbangs]

found a new ship i'm obsessed with. it's not canon. the media it's from only came out free to the public about two weeks ago. there are 17 fics in the tag on ao3. i've read them all. i know what i have to do but i don't know if i have the strength to do it.

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

Max doesn’t think anyone will care much that he died.

His dad will just be happy to have one less mouth to feed, more money to go to his borderline alcoholism.

His friends- Jason and Kyle- might be upset about losing their quarterback. But as for missing him, as a person and not a concept, he thinks they’ll be happier. Kyle can go off and date Brenda finally, without needing his blessing. Jason... he’ll probably stop pummeling nerds and start befriending them. Like a traitor.

The nerds will most certainly be happier. Micro-Peter and Shit-Lips and what's-her-name with the headgear. They won’t have to live in fear anymore. Maybe without him they’ll get the chance to live in peace. Maybe that was the point of doing this to him.

This is what he thinks about as he walks around the Old Waylon Place those nerds left him in. He’s always believed in ghosts, ever since he was little. When his mom died, he was six and he was convinced she would come back. He imagined every little noise was his mom, whistling through the house as that long, flowery dress she wore trails behind her on the floor. He imagined the creaking of floorboards were her feet, light and dainty on the floor as she hovered through the house.

He had a dream once, when he was almost seven years old. His mother's long, flowing hair and how it might get dirty and tangled as it dragged behind her on the floor. She floated through the walls all the way to his tiny bedroom, Star Wars sheets and action figures scattered about. His mother sat on the edge of his bed as he lay there, young and lonely.

Her fingers ghosted over his face, cold and uncomforting, leaving a chill in his bones. He called out to her, reaching for the warmth his mother used to have, in the cups of tea she would give him after bad dreams as he curled into her side and tugged on her sleeve, chasing that warmth.

That warmth was nowhere to be found then, as he slept restlessly, shivering under his sheets with the taste of hot tea burning in his mouth.

He sits on the old, splintering floor of the Waylon Place, craving a cup of tea. Those nerds really just left him here. Chopped him up like this is some fucking Stephen King novel, like that clown with the bad perm. It’s not like he’s some monster. Well, yes, obviously he’s a Literal Monster, but not... a literal monster.

But as he thinks about it, he wonders- if I was some nerd, like Spankoffski or the anime kid, and there was this handsome sonofabitch pushing me around, I’d want him dead, too.

It’s not like he’s gonna do much with his life. He knows that. He just thinks, maybe, they could’ve given him a chance. The shitty thing is, he thought they were, at first. He really, really thought they put together that whole thing just to make him happy. But then he got stabbed in the back- literally- and now he’s a fucking ghost. Like his mom.

[vilnmelling]

Chart memes, round 2

As I said, I'VE GOT MORE CHARTS!

Hailey would obviously go in the "keeps clogging the pipes" in the first chart, but my lazy ass couldn't be bothered to get a picture of her, so let's ✨pretend✨

[cryptias-space]

I finally finished it!

Welcome fully to the world, human Lord's in Black!

My favorite design is probably Blinky and Tinky. The only one I'm not 100% happy with is Wiggly. I wanted to give him more detailed tartan pants but I just gave up. He has Christmas colors though, I thought it was funny. Nibbly having tanlines was a completely random choice. I think him having a bagel in his mouth gave me too much Aoi Asahina vibes and I was compelled for the tanlines lol

The story so far is that Webby got tired of her brothers wreaking havoc and decided they needed to see how hard it is to be human. She sent them all to Hatchetfield, with Wilbur Cross in toe to keep them in line, as human teenagers. She left Wilbur a book of everything they need to know, including new names and semi new human forms. Along with these new fully human bodies comes with human issues, like disabilities and mental health issues. (AKA more headcanons I can force onto them lol)

Individuals and more info under the cut

First up and shortest at 5 foot 4, Nibblenephim.

Nibbly is now named Nikolai Phillips, or Nicky for short. He is the only one of the LiB to have been put in an AFAB body due to his genderfluid identity and more feminine leaning nature. He does not mind this at all.

When Nicky goes to school he decides on joining the Culinary club, desperate to learn how to cook since Wilbur is so garbage at it. He is constantly being hit on by everyone at school and he takes advantage of it to make them take him to Pasqualli’s to get free food.

With Nibblys design I wanted to steer away from the classic Hairstyle. Everyone has his eyes covered, and while I do love that design so much, it would get in the way of his cooking and it isn't practical. I personally hc him as genderfluid and afab so I had to do it to him lol

The "human issue" I'm giving Nicky is ADHD and really bad memory issues. This is going to cause people to tease him for being dumb and while he jokes back about it, the teasing does get to him.

Second in at 5 foot 6, T'noy Karaxis.

Tinky is now named Tobias Kelly, or Tobi for short. Despite being 18 his goatee often makes people think he's older.

Tobi joined band, specifically as a trumpet player (iykyk), as well as joining the robotics club. He spends most of his time clinging to Peter Spankoffski and breaking into Theodore Spankoffski's home and workplace. He is constantly getting in trouble at school for being a class clown.

With Tinkys design I was going for a sort of extremely simple pastel goth or harajuku. Originally I wanted to give him way more of a Decora fashion but I didn't want him to look too complicated. He compulsively buys and plays with rubicks cubes (the colors are supposed to reference the Spankoffski brothers) also, notice the Tobi ♡ Peter friendship bracelet... Peter won't wear his lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Tobi is Autism and BPD. I feel like Tinky being autistic in any way makes sense, so Tobi is autistic with a special interest in puzzles and electronics (and the Skankoffski's but he won't admit that). With extremely sensitive ears and autism, he tends to have meltdowns often. And these meltdowns tend to be in public, causing people to judge him and think of him as a child. The BPD comes in with quick changing emotions, Ted and Pete being his favorite persons and getting extremely jealous and territorial. (I have BPD so I had to force this on him lol)

In the middle and completely average at 5 foot 10, Wiggog Y’Wrath. (He says he's 6 foot)

Wiggly is now named Waylon Webb. An obvious reference to the Waylon's and a painful reminder that Webby is the one who did this to them.

Waylon joined the chess team and quickly became the best player, and the leader. He also ran for student council president and won. He used his siblings skills to make sure he won. He bribed the student body with Nicky's food, annoyed the competition with Tobi's trumpet playing, and took amazing campaign photos with the help of Benjamin (Blinky). Percy (Pokey) refused to help him.

With Wiggly's design I wanted to go very simple and stick with the letterman jacket he had in NPMD. However... I had to give him red pants, I needed him to be Christmas colors lol I wish I spent time to figure out how to do his pants but alas, I am dumb. He wears the crown all the time, and it often gets stolen by Max Jägerman to tease him for being short

The "human issues" I'm giving Waylon is NPD. He views himself as better than everyone, save for a few specific people he views as equals. He struggles with self esteem and even if he would never admit it, what others think of him really matters. He often goes into crashes if the people around him ignore him too much, and he will go into highs when he gets too cocky. When he's in one of these crashes, Waylon gets extremely depressed and either isolates or desperately seeks attention. (I also have NPD so I had to force this on him lmao)

The second tallest at 6 foot 1, Bliklotep.

Blinky is now named Benjamin Thomas, or Benji for short. While he does have a face, his eyes being green if you're curious, he almost always has a phone or camera in front of his face.

Benji joined the photography club as well as the school newspaper. He writes almost exclusively gossip columns but the school eats it up. He does however take amazing photos for his siblings when needed, and also seems to have a strange obsession with amusement parks. Speaking of strange obsession, much like Tobi, Benji is often breaking into the CCRP building, but no one is quite sure why. Whenever asked he just says "an old friend" works there.

Blinky is my favorite design of the group I think. I knew I wanted him to be kinda feminine and lanky, but not as feminine as Nibbly and not as twink body as Pokey. His eye motif worked so well for the overalls and I feel like I managed to make eyes and overals not feel like The Minions lamo I also love the orange hair with the purple in it. The boots are supposed to be the knee high convers but in all magenta. I should have added the white on the toe but I forgot lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Benjamin is Hallucinations. I'm not knowledgeable enough to specify what disorder he has that's causing them, I'm leaning towards Schizophrenia, but again, I don't want to label it until I do more research. He often sees, hears, and feels things that aren't there. Most frequently he sees creepy, disembodied eyes surrounding him. When he hears things he often covers his ears and shouts to get them to go away, causing people to stare at him, which only makes him panic. His tactile hallucinations are almost always the feeling of bugs on and under his skin. (This is the type of Hallucinations I deal with so I had to force it on him lmao)

And lastly but definitely not least, the tallest of the human Lord's coming in at 6 foot 3, Pokotho.

Pokey is now named Percy Martins. He is the tallest and also has the deepest voice of the siblings.

Percy joins the drama club, obviously. He actually manages to get roles despite being a new student. He spends almost all his time in the auditorium practicing for auditions or the roles that he gets. Surprisingly he latched onto Richie the same way that Tobi latched onto Pete. Percy constantly asks Richie if he can come over to his house, and seems to know a surprising amount about Richies uncle. Just like Tobi and Benji, Percy is also constantly breaking into the CCRP building. When asked he will say "his muse" works there. He also has a deep seeded hatred for coffee bur refuses to elaborate on why.

With Pokey's design I wanted it to be comfortable but also elegant. To me he's giving Howl from Howls Moving Castle lol I was really determined to give him locs and honestly? I think I did a really good job for my first time! He has little jewels hanging out of them and also has his own mask as a necklace. The cane is very functional for him, but he definitely should have a different type of cane, possibly a different aid in general but he refuses to use the others because he thinks they're not fancy enough.

The "human issues" I'm giving Percy is chronic pain, POTS, and autism. The POTS and pain is what makes him need the cane. He often has to sit or lie down because of how light headed he will get. Also, he always has lots of water and salty snacks in his bag. He's autistic, special interest in musical theater. He has really bad sensory issues with textures, and much like Tobi, gets easily overstimulated. However, unlike Tobi, when he gets overwhelmed to any degree, he goes non speaking. This is really annoying to him, as he loves the sound of his own voice and hates not being able to speak. This causes him a lot of distress, which only makes him more overwhelmed.

That's it! I'm really proud of these designs, and I really hope to keep writing this fic idea. I love these fuckers so much

[jamie-is-out-of-ideas]

im writing something dw about it (I NEED FAMILY FLUFF GODDAMMIT ARGH)

[pixthefuckup]

a crack taken seriously fanfic idea:

all the jocks get their own separate weird redemption arcs that never seem to intersect despite how close everything is to each other... until a giant cliche climatic moment like all of them working together to help richie after his attack or something. it causes the friend groups to merge and become one giant battalion against the lords of black.

brenda gets hers by working with holloway and somehow everytime she's relearning morals or subconsiously using magic, none of them went to visit her despite the fact that the diner would probably be pretty fucking popular bc it's good food and unlike pasqualli's, it doesn't have a reputation for giving or getting head if you take someone there.

kyle gets his by hanging out with tom houston and despite the fact that the shop room is the quietest during lunch, nobody ever comes to hangout or talk to mr. houston about a project or grading when he's in the room other than hannah who could also slightly feed into kyle's redemption

jason gets his with an internship at ccrp and getting parented by most of the team (bill is an actual dad, ted is highkey an obnoxious uncle, paul is known to babysit, charlotte is pretty caring, and sylvia seems pretty cool). this one is the one where it's cracky but slightly serious in the way where he slowly starts dropping football but still manages to bro up. there could be a bit of foreshadowing with a bromance break up and get back together because of how jason enjoys his internship more. bonus points if he somehow becomes bros with any of the other nerds in the meantime because of the internship.

stacy gets her through working with beanie's for a short stint of cash and getting a better-ish role model from emma (my god do i love a jaded adult with a better heart than they think getting thrown at a immature, naive, popular kid who believes in something extremely toxic. it is such a rare trope but i love it). despite beanie's popularity, stacy has somehow gotten the hours where the popular kids are held up by things and most of the nerds have hurried out of school.

i want either stacy's or kyle's to be the most wacky of the other jocks not noticing their morals getting better just because kyle's takes place in a room that i assume would be close to the field and mr. houston is dope to hang out with while stacy's change would be the funniest to ignore since it would be the biggest by getting rid of her superficiality, allowing her to have depth, and learning to study more

if we were going to include max in this, i'd hand him off to the nerds, but i think it's crackier that he's still an antag and we turn the langs' play on cheesy 80s movies' cliches where the nerds continue to get beaten down until one takes rule of the school by beating the other jock into submission and the other gets the girl into a play on cringy 2000s movies' cliches where the jocks and nerds have to team up against a common enemy, an even worse and meaner jock, and realize that they're more alike than they think. (grace being crazier than max would be a hard thing to slot into the plot in this case... could be either she doesn't go crazy and get corrupted by the black book or a double play on things, that even if the nerds became cool like the 2000s movies would make them to be in the ending, the hierarchy would still be just as bad)

[courtfreakinmiller]

Mine All Mine - Angela Giartanna x Fem!Reader

warnings: kissing, possessive behaviours, implied future smut, mention of throwing up (think that's it but let me know if there is more)

words: 1617

I know this sucks guys, but just bear with me, I haven't written for a long time and I am still tryna find my vibe again. Hope you enjoy though :)

Mine All Mine

Jealousy wasn't an emotion that Angela was used to, at least not until the last few months. When Y/N joined the Smosh cast at the beginning of the year, Angela quickly felt something drawing her in. She felt lost when Y/N wasn't near her and only complete when she had her eyes on the girl. So she set out to make sure she felt the same. Whether it was offering to grab Y/N's lunch when she picked up hers, always laughing extra hard at her bits, or even things as simple as always asking for her opinions on her newest jokes, she was always making an effort. Y/N had no issues with it, though; she thought it was cute, plus it made her feel safe around Angela. They always looked out for each other, told each other everything, and considered each other their best friends. Looking back, all the signs were there, but it was only on that day that Y/N finally picked up on I.

The cast had just wrapped the shoot for their most “fun” Eat It or Yeet It episode, which Garret had called the All-Stars episode. They brought back some of the best and worst dishes for an hour-long special. Unfortunately for her, Y/N got stuck with the worst dish of the game. No one thought she could manage it, and they were right. One mouthful in, she reached for her bucket and spat it all out. She coughed and choked as she spilled her guts. In an attempt to give her some comfort, Courtney rubbed Y/N's back. The second her hand made contact, Angela's eyes snapped to it. Why was Courtney touching her girl? No one was allowed to be that close to her. Was there something going on between them? No, Y/N would've told her, right?

As everyone made their way off set, Angela grabbed Y/N by the arm and dragged her away from her conversation until they were alone together in a far corner of the building. Angela stood there with her arms crossed and her brows furrowed. They stayed in silence for a moment, neither daring to speak. Finally, Y/N broke it.

"Hey, Ange, you ok? You look a bit upset there. What's on your mind, pretty girl?" She brushed some stray hair behind Angela's ear. Getting a bit flirty always cheered her up when she was having a bad day. But today it didn't seem to do the trick because Angela's demeanour hadn't changed.

"Why was Courtney all up on you earlier? Are the two of you together? Why wouldn't you tell me? I thought we were friends." Y/N's mouth opened in shock. Nothing was going on with Courtney; why would Angela even think that?

"No, we aren't together; don't worry. If I ever got with anyone, you would be the first person I'd tell, I promise." Y/N smiled at Angela, trying to offer any comfort. She wasn't sure what caused this little outburst. Sure, Angela could be a bit clingy sometimes, but never anything like this. Then Y/N noticed how Angela was nervously fidgeting with her sleeve. She took Angela by the hand and gently rubbed her thumb. “What's going on with you? You know you're the most important thing to me, why are you getting all worried about it?” Y/N whispered softly to her friend.

“What if... what if I don't want you dating anyone?” Angela mumbled. Y/N stayed quiet, she was confused. She loved Angela, probably more than she cared to admit, but she had never acted like this before. “What do you mean?” Before Y/N could question it more, Angela surged forward with an urgency neither woman had witnessed before. Before she knew it, Y/N could feel Angela's soft lips on hers. Butterflies erupted in her stomach. She didn't realise how desperately she had needed this. Their lips moved together, as one. It didn't take long for Angela to brush her tongue against Y/N's bottom lip. She gasped, and Angela used that chance to slip her tongue in. They fought for dominance, but Y/N soon lost, not that she ever really had a chance. The two leant into each other, Angela's hands on the back of Y/N's neck, pulling her in.

The kiss ended abruptly, though, as Angela pulled away slightly. Y/N caught herself trying to chase after her lips, she made note of how pathetic it was and thought to remind herself in future not to do it. Angela also made note of it, however, her reasoning was the opposite. She liked how quickly Y/N submitted to her. “You are mine. Is that understood? I don't want anyone else touching you. I need to know that you belong to me and me only.” Angela muttered through gritted teeth. Y/N could only manage a nod in reply. She looked at Angela, her eyes like a lost puppy looking for approval.

Over the next few months, the two built a relationship. They kept it private, though if anyone really wanted to figure it out, they could. Not too much had changed from before, but now you would never see one without the other. They were attached at the hip and were always touching in one way or another, whether it was a hand on one of their backs, an arm wrapped around their shoulders, or just sitting so close that their thighs were pressed up against each other. It didn't go unnoticed—a clear difference in their behaviour—but it wasn't enough to raise anyone's suspicions.

Then the day that Angela had been looking forward to for months arrived. The Starkid episode of TNTL. It was supposed to be the best day ever. But stupidly, Angela had not accounted for all the extra people that would be around her girlfriend.

The filming began, and Y/N was seated between Chance and Mariah.

While they were sat on the stools, Angela noted how close they were. She saw how they would grab each other every time they laughed and have quiet little conversations between each bit. She could feel the anger and jealousy bubbling up inside her. When it was time to swap over teams, Angela pulled Y/N aside quickly to give her a warning before going to her stool.

When the other team started doing their bits, Angela quickly noticed that whenever Mariah was out, so was Y/N, and vice versa. She was already angry, but now it just felt like they were doing it on purpose. She knew she couldn't technically blame Mariah; she didn't know about Angela and Y/N's relationship. But Y/N was to blame. Angela had even been kind enough to give her a warning.

When the shoot finally finished, everyone decided to hang out for a bit. Mariah and Y/N were together the entire time. As the afternoon went on, Angela could feel her jealousy build up moment by moment. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't drag Y/N away without most likely outing their relationship, but she couldn't just let this go on.

Neither was a good option, but Angela soon decided she would invite Y/N over after work so they could talk about it (among other things, hopefully).

When Angela and Y/N were alone together, talking was not an activity they could manage much of. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. But Angela was determined to show the younger girl who she belonged to.

“Mine.” Y/N had barely made it through the front door before she was being pushed up against it.

“Of course, I'm yours, baby. Why would you ever doubt that?” Angela noticed the look of innocence on Y/N's face. She wasn't going to let this slide.

“Mariah was all over you, flirting with you, touching you, she was obviously into you. You just let her act like that. Were you trying to get a rise out of me? Cause it worked,” Angela growled, keeping Y/N up against the wall.

“No, I was literally just spending time with a friend, Angela. You always get so worked up about things like this. If you can't handle me just communicating with people, then maybe we should have some space. I need to be able to have a life outside of  you." Y/N shoved Angela off her. She walked further into the apartment and slumped down onto the sofa. Work had worn her out, and now she was coming home to Angela being like this.

“What does that mean? Are you trying to break up with me right now?” Fear was present in Angela's voice now. This wasn't what she'd expected to happen. She thought they'd maybe argue a bit, then ultimately settle it in the bedroom. Knowing she was at risk of losing Y/N made her realise that maybe she had overreacted a bit. Y/N sighed as Angela walked over to her.

“No, pretty girl. I could never break up with you. I think both of us are tired and need to chill out a bit. Come here, we can cuddle and put on a film for a bit. How does that sound?” Y/N the cushion next to her as she spoke. Angela smiled as she sat down on the sofa. While they were discussing what film to watch, Y/N crawled onto Angela's lap. It had been a while since they had been able to just sit together and relax. As Angela pulled the girl closer to her, she heard a small whisper come from her.

“Just to be clear, I'm still getting laid tonight.” And with that, Angela decided that this was definitely the best day ever. She got to keep Y/N, and she gets hot make-up sex for another one of their "not really an argument" arguments.

[whiskeythefishski]

IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!! :D

[natabatts]

WIP of fanart I'm making of my own fic In Another Universe

FINISHED PIECE HERE

[lilacthebooklover]

hey so do you ever think about the implications of half-infected paul with pokey in his mind? pokey doesn't have a hivemind anymore, they're all dead. but he does still have some semblance of control over his chosen lead- paul matthews. so he watches and seethes and his fascination grows as he observes his star from afar. paul is still a puppet, except now, he has a chance to tug against his strings. i want to see pokey use a human form and talk to him. i want paul to realise that it wasn't just a meteor that caused all of this. i want the dynamic between the most uncompromising eldritch god ever and his resisting blorbo to be explored. i want emma to get involved and go into protective mode. i want paranoid paulkins because while blinky may be the watcher with a thousand eyes, pokey always does enjoy a good show.

[joey-the-boy]

me w/ fanfiction normally: put the guys in situations >:) make it all magical >:) make them sad

me w/ fanfiction for the hatchetfield fandom: please god take them out of the situations !! less of the magic please !! I just want them to be happy

[imasillygooose]

Pleaseee tell me there's a fanfic out there where Max doesn't stop the bullet and Steph kills Pete.

It would be tragic and I WOULD cry my eyes out, but I need the angst. I N E E D it.