#omg don’t get me STARTED on the juniors

[weezerlvr228]

Hello!!! I want to talk about weezer but im too shy! I wish i had more weezer friends

AWW ANON NO WORRIES!!! i was like that too!! best thing ive found is to just comment + interact w weezer fans on tiktok, like maladroitlover579 is super duper nice! :D people r very very nice on tiktok , but of course u could always dm me and we can talk abt weezer all you’d like !

[kissitbttr]

frat!miggy headcannons !!

frat!miguel masterlist

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sfw !!

frat!miguel is the type to giggle and kick his feet up in the air when you tell him simple things like ‘i am so proud of you, baby’ or ‘look at how handsome you are, my big boy!’

frat!miguel gets jealous of small things. your fictional crushes. your girlfriends. your pet. your back spotter in the cheerleading team. gloria.

frat!miguel is also protective. very. to an extent where even you’re only standing five feet away from him at a party, his eyes will be locked in on you. arms crossed, nodding along to whatever his friend is saying in front of him. smiling like a lovesick puppy when he sees you laugh.

frat!miguel who would in seconds, kneel to tie your shoes when they see them undone. you don’t even have to ask.

frat!miguel plugs into his laptop, spending hours on his free time to look up cheerleading sports when both of you started dating. learning about the rules, routines, physical training, winning teams, tumblings, pyramids, etc. why, you ask? no idea.

frat!miguel is your own personal scary dog privilege. there is nothing about this man a golden retriever. especially at the gym. since you love wearing tight shorts and sports bra on leg days, he would stand a few feet apart behind. glaring to those who stares at his girlfriend’s juicy butt.

frat!miguel brings you flowers every weekend and send ones for your mother too. every once a week he goes out to play ball with your dad too. the man is surprised at how well your dad could throw.

frat!miguel who keeps stashes of condoms in his ‘special’ drawer since you stay over almost every day at the frat house. he figures that it’s better to be prepared than nothing. when really, he’s just one horny motherfucker.

frat!miguel who is so damn clingy that you have no clue on how to deal with it anymore. you could send this man a text of ‘bye, talk to you later, baby’ because you’re leaving for practice and he would spam you with

my miggy<3 : what? no!

my miggy<3 : wdym bye?!

my miggy<3 : princesa please don’t leave me!!!

my miggy<3 : i’d die💔💔💔

my miggy<3 : omg pleasepleaseplease come back

my miggy<3 : so you’re just going to let me die:(

frat!miguel who spends almost his entire junior and senior being fawned and gushed by other girls that he didn’t even think for a second to actually try. but for you? ask him to get you the moon, and he gives you saturn

frat!miguel asks you one day if he could be your boyfriend. not the other way around. not ‘can you be my girlfriend?’ because he’s threading lightly and he needs your permission

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nsfw !!

frat!miguel is a large, large, man. he’s jacked bro. 6’9 and built like a damn linebacker. he’s big down there too, so it did take some time for you to get used to his size

frat!miguel loves fucking you. to no end. his stamina could go on for hours and he’s lucky enough to have you as his perfect match. ‘always fuck like damn rabbits’ is a review from glen

frat!miguel doesn’t care about whereabouts. if he’s horny and needed you, then you better get to it! (but of course, only if you’re comfortable)

frat!miguel prefers taking you from behind, he loooves seeing your ass bounce against him. it makes him lose his mind. guaranteed that it would be hard enough for him to last

frat!miguel is a sucker for eating your pussy. day and night, this man could have it for his five course meal. he loves it when you’re sitting on a chair, legs spread and tucked upwards while he’s just on his knees lapping at your cunt

frat!miguel loves having control but even more when you’re in charge. bouncing on his dick, not allowing him to touch you while rather just let him watch your tight pussy swallowing his cock.

frat!miguel gets off to your moans. they’re like music to his ears. how could one be so angelic and pornographic at the same time, shits crazy.

frat!miguel who has a breeding kink. he would go on about how he’s willing to knock you up during fucking, whispering in your ear that he’s going to put a baby in you.

frat!miguel is obsessed with your mouth. the head you give is top notch. you could do so much shit with your tongue around his cock than half of the girls he had before with their hands.

frat!miguel who’s lock-screen wallpaper is a selfie of you in the shower. hair wet, one arm covering your tits, puckered lips and doe eyes at the camera. head tilting to the side. it’s one you sent when he had texted you ‘what’s my girl doing today?’ during football practice. you look so damn cute and sexy, he just had to do it.

[hedwig221b]

Omg do you have any Mafia AU recs???? They’re dreamy, I love every would-kill-for-Stiles Derek

I just realized I've read so little...

A Criminal and His Lucky Charm by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Please forgive yourself.

For what?

For allowing yourself to let someone in. For letting me love you. I didn’t deserve it, but that wasn’t your fault. Derek, please, just do it. Please— please don’t drag this out.

Derek Hale valued Stiles above everyone—everything. And Stiles betrayed that. In the end, he figured if he had to die, dying in Derek’s arms wasn’t so bad. He could at least have that.

Hand of the Devil by shiny_starlight

For years, Hale and his family had escaped justice, but the day of reckoning had come. His comfortable life was about to come crashing down about his ears and Adrian was going to relish every single second of it.

Do Knot Get In A Strangers Car by KnottheWolf

Prompt: Mob boss Derek sees Stiles and instantly wants him to be his, and he'll do anything to make Stiles see it too.

I can't not mention Tax Evasion by standinginanicedress, bc these series built me as a person

Checks and Balances by AwaitTheMorrow

Stiles starts dating Derek after a chance encounter and can't believe how lucky he is.

Derek is smart, funny and genuinely the sweetest person Stiles has ever met. The guy is perfect.

…Maybe a little too perfect.

Consigliere by neil4god

It's been years since Danny left Beacon Hills behind and everything that happened in it. He moved on, joined the FBI and forgot all about his junior year of High School. At least he tried, but with Stiles Stilinksi leering at him from the FBI's most wanted board, well that makes it kinda hard to forget, and now they want to know all about it. They want him to talk to Stiles, worse still, they want him to wear a wire while he does it.

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | possessive Derek | smut | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott

[emdabitchass]

He laid there silently

open rp

you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it

tags👇

@demigod-jack-hearth

@of-course-im-the-winner

@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one

@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus

@ariathemortal

@smileyalater

@reyna4ever

[wileys-russo]

saw a tiktok and ran to ask this….could we please get a mearps x reader blurb where reader is pregnant and they’ve invited lessi and ella round, tell them they’ve got presents for them and when they open it they both have a little baby shirt (you can decide wether it’s england kit or their club shirts) with their name on the back. i just know they would be the best aunts ever omg…

hypothetically in this let’s say less stayed with man utd for the sake of the plot and not her sanity 🫶🏻 part of the a date to remember universe series

a bit small || m.earps

“mary, love you’re gonna wear a hole in the poor carpet if you keep pacing back and forth like a mad woman.” you chuckled as your wife sat back down beside you, nervously bouncing her knee instead.

“i can’t help it! i don’t know why I’m so nervous, i wasn’t even this nervous to tell our families.” the blonde rambled as you extended a hand and rested it gently on her knee. “look at me.” you called out softly, knowing how her anxiety affected her and what to do to try and ease it.

“whats three things in the room that are blue?” you asked, squeezing her knee and nodding encouragingly. “er that photo frame, the fifa ball and…the clock.” mary sighed, her knee stopping bouncing as you repeated the question going through a few different colours until eventually your wife had settled.

“baby i get why you’re nervous, they’re like our already grown up children and their opinion means a lot to you. we knew our families would be supportive because they knew we were trying, none of the girls do and you’re worried how they’ll react.” you smiled softly as mary nodded, her head coming to rest on your shoulder as you played with her fingers, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you momentarily.

“they really are like our daughters hey, jesus we’ll be great mums we’ve already had a load of practice!” your wife perked back up, back to her normal joking self as you nodded in agreement, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

“yeah and at least we’ve got a fair few years before this ones calling us drunk at 3am for a lift home or crying into a pint of ice cream on the lounge about relationship problems.” you grinned as your wife let out a pelt of laughter.

“our child isn’t dating anyone till they’re at least twenty five.” mary shook her head sternly as you smacked her arm. “we started seeing one another when we were eighteen!”

“yeah and look how that ended up, im stuck with you for life now.” mary sighed as you scoffed, the goalkeeper quick to grab your face and pepper it with kisses, mumbling about how there wasn’t anyone else she’d rather spend her life with.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.” mary spoke up much softer, gently tugging up your top and sweetly kissing your stomach a few times, her hands gently placed either side.

“now you listen here junior you protect those hands in there yeah? you’re an earps now you’ve got keeping in your blood and we have to protect those little golden fingers.” mary spoke to your stomach sternly making you laugh and smack her gently.

“what if our baby doesn’t want to play football?” you teased, your wife only scoffing at the thought.

before she could tell you off for even insisting that though the doorbell went, and when neither of you answered within the first ten seconds, it went again, and again, and again.

“right that’s it, im gonna kill them!” mary smacked her legs with a determined nod and stood to her feet, charging off toward the door and you chuckled as you heard her sternly telling off the two younger girls before their footsteps sounded, shuffling closer as they chattered away.

“couldn’t even come and greet us at the door? lazy!” ella scoffed sarcastically with a roll of her eyes as she sauntered in first, spotting you laid back on the L shaped couch with an amused smile.

“why bother when i know half the time you show up uninvited and just let yourselves in?” you smirked as alessia arrived, flanked by your wife who was fiddling nervously with her wedding ring, the only telltale sign of her worries as her face remained unbothered.

“it’s not breaking and entering if you use a key!” ella replied in a duh tone, kissing your cheek hello and sinking down into the opposite side of the lounge. “i really don’t think that defence will hold up in court tooney.” mary patted the girls shoulder with a chuckle.

“hello daughter!” you greeted the tall blonde with a smile as alessia made an instant beeline for you, and you watched marys eyes widen as she realised less would likely flop on top of you for a bear hug as she normally did.

you’d been able to avoid it for the last few weeks, always making sure you were stood when she’d arrive and initiating the hug so she wouldn’t grow suspicious. alessia and you always had quite a close bond from the moment you met her, the blonde gravitating toward you even more than she had to mary which you often happily used to wind up your very pouty wife.

“not today less! got an upset stomach.” you managed to lie quickly and held out your hands to stop her before mary could speak, the younger girl nodding in understanding and instead sitting right beside you and pulling you into a hug.

“so what are we watching then?” ella clapped, moving her feet to rest on the coffee table as mary swiftly kicked them off, moving to stand in front of her. it was an unspoken sunday tradition between the four of you that every sunday the two young footballers would come to your home for a roast dinner, so you’d strategically planned to tell them about the pregnancy on a sunday so there wasn’t any sort of alarm bell raised and nothing was out of order.

“strictly come dancing obviously, and the roasts in the oven! but first, we have a present for the two of you.” mary announced with a clap, gesturing for alessia to move to sit closer to ella before she popped out of the room.

the two girls immediately launched question after question at you which you only answered with a shake of your head and a smile, refusing to give anything away.

though mary was quick to return, balancing two large white boxes in her hands. “oo is it a cake!” ella asked excitedly with wide eyes, making grabby hands as mary carefully handed each girl their box.

“find out for yourselves, at the same time now!” mary smiled softly at the girls before moving her affectionate gaze your way, her eyes dropping down to your stomach which was well hidden behind a baggy old england jersey.

“er look this is dead cute and all but i think these might be a bit small for us!” tooney frowned as she moved aside the crete paper and picked up the tiny man united jersey with her last name and number on the back.

“are you serious?” alessia of course caught on right away, looking in between you and mary with wide eyes full of shock and jaw slackened. “very serious.” you answered softly, sending mary a lovesick smile as ellas frown deepened and she stared down at the jersey in her hands wondering what she was missing.

then finally, the ball dropped.

“YOU’RE HAVIN A BABY?”

“surprise!” you cheered, both you and mary unable to keep the shit eating smiles off your faces at their screams of excitement. the two girls rushed to mary first, tackling their team mate and showering her with congratulations.

then it was your turn next and you winced as both girls jumped almost on top of you. “oi idiots watch it! she’s pregnant!” mary hurried over and pulled them off, helping you to stand as instead both girls squeezed you in a very tight and loving hug.

“how far along?” ella asked with a grin, bouncing happily on the balls of her feet. “seventeen weeks.” you revealed and if their jaws hadn’t already hit the floor by now they certainly did at that reveal, both girls exploding into questions and scoffs of disbelief you hadn’t told them sooner.

but those all fell silent as mary gave you a look and you nodded, your wife carefully lifting up the jersey to reveal your bulging stomach. “oh my god you’re SHOWING?” alessia squealed, both her and ella ducking their heads to gently kiss your stomach which made you laugh and playfully shove their heads away.

“do you know what you’re having?” ella asked with a beaming grin as you and mary nodded. “but you’ll have to wait until the gender reveal to find out, we aren’t telling anyone until then, not even our mums.” mary explained as she kissed the side of your head with a soft smile, rubbing your back affectionately.

“can we feel? is that a weird question?” ella asked with a concerned frown and you shook your head, grabbing one of each of their hands and placing it carefully on your stomach as mary watched on protectively, holding up your jersey out of the way.

a few seconds passed before ella screamed and quickly pulled her hand away, scaring alessia who stumbled backwards and almost fell down if not for mary scrambling to grab and steady her.

“was that a kick?” ella asked in shock as you nodded, taking both of her hands this time and placing them on your stomach, the girl squealing in delight as she once more felt the baby kick, alessia swiftly elbowing her out of the way for her own turn.

“stop it! both of you.” you chuckled as they began to bicker, silencing them with a firm look as mary sighed lovingly.

“my love you are going to be the best mum.”

~

“hey lessi, can we chat for a second?” you murmured quietly to the younger girl as ella disappeared to help your wife clean up after dinner, all of you having finished for the night.

“come on.” you nodded for her to follow you, stepping out and moving to sit on your patio, groaning slightly as you bent down to take a seat on the stairs, alessia right beside you.

“so. you and I have always had quite the bond yeah?” you started with a soft smile, bumping your shoulder into the strikers who nodded happily in agreement. it was true, from the moment mary had joined united and become quite close with the girls you’d always had a particularly strong connection within both ella and alessia.

but alessia reminding you a lot of your own younger sister molly and without the girl having ever had sisters of her own you found you’d taken her under your wing, mary often joking more like mother and daughter as you smacked her and would always remind she was older than you.

“now look i am about to ask you something but i need you to know that there isn’t any pressure at all about a yes, or even any sort of answer for a few weeks.” you continued, the blondes eyes now narrowing in concern as she still nodded along none the less.

“right.” alessia confirmed hesitantly, rubbing her hands on her knees as she awaited what was to come next.

“obviously the baby is going to have a lot of aunties, but would you like to be the godmother?”

a tense silence followed after that question, alessia opening and closing her mouth like a fish as she struggled to find the words.

“yes, absolutely yes oh my god!” the girl threw herself at you in a hug, though careful not to hit you too hard as you squeezed her tightly. “but you can’t tell anyone, not even tooney. mary and I are still working out who else we ask, we’d like to have four godparents, two from either side of our circles.” you explained as alessia assured over and over she completely understood, kissing your cheek and pulling you into another tight hug.

“…can i still tell tooney I’m definitely going to be the favourite aunt though?”

[babygirl-riley]

Imagining a reader insecure and overwhelmed with her acne and ghost comforting her. It’s a need 😭😭 (felt really insecure about mine today)

Insecurity

Simon stood outside of the bathroom door hearing you crying about some sort of breakout

“Tell me, is something wrong? Of something’s wrong, you can count on me.”

A/N: OMG I am so sorry that you felt insecure that day! Hopefully you feeling better! Little short but hey short and sweet! 🖤🤭

Warnings: talks about insecurities, soft!simon, TOOTH ROTTING fluff, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

“Love it can’t be that bad.” Simon stood at the door for about 20 minutes. You haven’t had a breakout for a couple of months now. All the routines and meds couldn’t keep it down. And you thought you had it.

You were not only embarrassed by the fact that you have been crying for 20 minutes about your breakout. But Simon being right outside of the door. You text him an hour ago stating that you weren’t going out tonight. It was a small dinner date you both wanted to go to but now with the zits covering certain parts of your face. You refuse. Especially the one spot in the middle on your forehead.

Fuck even fucking the Moon could see it. You have been picking at it for hours trying to make it look less angry. You sighed as you looked at the bottles making sure you got the right brand of skin care. Everything was how it was suppose to be. Tears welled into your eyes as you slammed the bottle back into place.

“It looks so fucking gross and it won’t leave,” You said loudly as you stared at the bump that laid on your forehead. “And it’s right in the damn middle! There is nothing that can make it better! And on top of that everything is suppose to be in the cabinet!”

Simon frowned, he knew this was your biggest insecurity. He felt terrible you thought that a zit made you feel ugly or sad. However, he understood, he used to get them all the time as a teen. Making him feel self conscious about how he looked with them.The thing he more sympathized with was that you had more sensitive skin though. Yes you had it since late junior high all the way to adulthood.

Simon went to sit on the bed as he waited for you to come out. He leaned on his knees as he waited for you to come out “You can’t laugh Si.” You said, he heard your voice crack from another sob to leave your mouth.

Simon half smiled, he would never, you knew that. “Baby I would never. Let’s see the bugger.”

You opened the door slowly until you had it opened enough to see you. You were looking down as he got up and walked to you. You almost forget every time how tall and bigger he is, until he is towering over you. You loved the feel of your neck looking up at him. It brought butterflies in your stomach and chest. He gently grabbed the bottom of your chin, lifting your face so your eyes land in his.

His heart stopped for a moment to see that you have been crying, for a while. It never made Simon happy when you cried for not good reasons. Simon frowned as he looked to your pimple, examining it. It seemed small to him, little bump on the middle of your forehead. Definitely showing that it was irritated, red around the area. “It doesn’t get this bad unless my period is going to start and it’s just so big and ugly. I just don’t want to go out and have people look. And I…”

Simon placed a finger against your lips. “Shh, lovie it isn’t that bad. Have ya been pickin’ at it?” He noticed the small cut that was left on the side of it. You frowned and nodded your head. You had a tendency to do it when you were nervous or irritated that you had one. “‘Ight sit down, on the bed.”

You did what he told you to do, softly planting yourself on the bed. All in the while he leaves the room, you sniffle as he walked back in a bag full of things. “‘M not sure which one you used last time so I bought one of each,” He opens the bag filled with face masks, pimple cream, moisturizers, and scrubs. Your eyes widen as you stare back up at him. “I just noticed what you use once peekin’ now. Luckily that is in there.”

You looked back into the bag, at the face masks and scrubs, first reading each label to see what would help your skin. “You are going to return the rest yes?” You asked softly as you placed the ones that were good for you aside.

“Yeah, if ya can’t use them then I will.” He said softly watching you pull each item you could use.

“And if I ask for you to do a mask with me would you?” You smirked up at him pulling one that had a Lavender scent to it.

Simon looked at it, staring for a moment. Never has he done it before let alone really wanted to. However, with your beautiful self asking for a joint face mask time. He couldn’t resist. “Of cou’se lovie.”

You bite your lower lip. “Can we just stay in and do a small spa?”

Simon chuckled caressing your cheek softly, having his thumb rub your cheekbone. “I would love to. Pizza or Chinese?”

You giggled as you kissed his palm. “Oh pizza baby!”

[dozing-marshmallow]

Im so sorry for all the Chris’ nibling stuff but I absolutely love family type fics so could you please continue the thing into maybe World Tour?

Maybe Alejandro being like a big brother type thingy? You know since his big brother is kinda a bootyhole

NO DON’T APOLOGISE IT’S OKAY!! It’s a sign that you really enjoy this instalment and that makes me proud of my ability as a writer to engage yall so much. :’)

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER WORLD TOUR HEADCANONS

It’s been a year, and Total Drama was coming back with its third season: a no-holds-barred race around the world in a jet! 

It wasn’t surprising that it took a lot more conversation out of Chris to convince your parents to let you on this one- the suspicious measure of his jet’s safety, what you’d be exposed to this time around, your passport, visa, if the whole process was even legal.

In the end, they allowed it, primarily because it was Chris’ burden to bear the responsibilities and they trusted him enough to keep you safe.

This time, you didn’t need to pack; everything you’d need was at Chris’ place already.

That’s right! You started staying with him a lot more without your parents being around.

You were one year older, and so was everyone else.

Chris decided to invite two new contestants on the show. Potential friends?

“Eee! OMG! It’s Chris Junior! Hi! Hi! Hi!” One of them, the super fan Sierra wildly shakes your hand,“I always daydreamed about the day I’d get to meet my step-cousin, and now I’m finally here!”

“Step-cousin...?” you didn’t get it.

“(Y/N) your majesty, why don’t you go sit at the front with Chef while uncle Chris explains a few rules to the passengers?” Chris interrupts sweetly.

“Aww. Okay.” After you whispered to him,“Will I need to sing too?”

The plane took off, and you were flying into the sky!

“I think I can see my house from here!” You exclaim, peering out one of the holes in the wall modified as windows in the “economy” section. The wind taps your face. Canada looked like little rectangles!

“It’s a long way down! Don’t lean out too much, you don’t wanna fall!” Leshawna advised, beaming at you.

“I won’t fall! This is the Chris plane!” You declared, jumping off the bench and spinning around in circles.

The Chris plane broke out free in aggressive blue.

“Huuu...” you whimpered, cutting your dancing short,“Is that normal?... Is...this meant to happen?”

“Are you frightened?” An answer in the form of a question slid into your ears by Alejandro, the other new contestant.

“Y-Yeah...” you nod, clutching onto the window,“I’ve never been on a plane before... If this is what it’s like, I don’t think I like planes very much...”

“You don’t need to feel frightened.” A tanned arm of his surrounds you, seeming sincere, like a scared half to death boy who didn’t get this shield long ago,“I may not have much history with you, but it’s not in my morals to ignore a child in distress.”

You could see why your uncle wanted him on the show. His face was perfect, alright. And the hair on his chin really got you curious,“Can I...?”

“By all means.” He directs your hand to his goatee.

You stroke it. Soft...like silk,“My uncle told me about you. Don’t worry, I don’t snitch, but are you fake being nice to me?”

He shakes his head, his long dark hair similar to Chris’ elands with it,“I haven’t any intention to deceive you, little one.”

“You can say that, but not mean it...” you mumble, not happy with his nature, but happy enough to accept it the way it was.

“This is separate. I swear.” His fingers weren’t crossed,“I wonder, (Y/N)...you don’t happen to have siblings, do you?”

“Mm mm. My parents are busy so there’s only me.” You quiet your voice, now stroking his necklace,“If I did, I probably wouldn’t be on the show, and I’d be jealous that I’d have to share...”

“I see... It sounds like a life of luxury.”

“Ale-jandro!” your uncle appears down the hall,“Strategising already, are you?”

“What? Of course not! To use a child like this? I could never!” The Hispanic man quickly jumped to defend himself.

“Yeah yeah, the turbulence is over in case you missed it.” His odium of the sight sharpened his face, which was very new.

“What’s the problem here?” You’d like to know too. What gives, uncle?,“Please forgive me if I act in ignorance, for I did not see anything about-“

“You done? I’m uh, kinda waiting on you to get up and go.” much to your baffled expression, Chris’ impatience squished Alejandro’s right to speak, leaving him no other choice, but to bid an end to your moment together.

Nobody could look smart challenging the host. Not at the start as a newbie at least.

Understandable, though. Chris loses control over his contestants sometimes and didn’t want you to get in the middle of it.

Shortly, you arrive to Egypt, the first country, and watched the contestants take their mark to race across a pyramid. While you were so excited to visit new cultures and be in different countries, Egypt itself was unbearably dry.

“Ughhh uncle! How are you not hot?” You groan, flapping your hand in front of your face. Too hot... So hot...!

“Look what I’m wearing.” he answered, ironic since the most he wore was a nemes and loincloth- not even a shirt.

Seeing how relaxed he was nagged you to groan further,“I’m melllting!”

“Intern!” He yelled at a poor unpaid worker to rush and raise-low a palm leaf to you,“Better?”

“Ahh..” you groan, falling into the sand on your knees,“I could use some icy lemonade right now...”

This was going to be a loooooong season.

[ayyy-pee]

Hi lexi! I just finished Strangers in Love and it’s so beautiful that I just don’t want to let it go yet! Would you be open to maybe writing a drabble for Reader x Nanami in this story? Like when they first started dating in high school? I’d love to learn their history

Thank you for all your great works! ❤️

omg anon i'm sooooo sorry it took me so long to get back to you! i'm barely crawling out of my slump lol but i hope you like this. it got a little more angsty than i intended but it felt a little fitting for them idk T_T. hope you enjoy!

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: You and Nanami take a trip down memory lane.

Genre: Divorced to Lovers AU

The tension is thick in the apartment as you and Nanami set down the final pair of small boxes you'd retrieved from your storage space on the coffee table. Satoru is over for some reason, lounging lazily on the floor. Without a word, you and Nanami take a seat on the sofa, a good amount of space between you two. The boxes sit there, untouched in the silence. Satoru's eyes dart between the two of you before he leans forward and peels the tape off of one.

"I take it therapy didn't go well..." Satoru sighs, pulling out the contents of the box.

An understatement. It's been quiet like this since you and Nanami had returned home from one of your couples therapy sessions. After a very intense session going over the reasons for your initial divorce, you both left feeling...honestly? frustrated with each other. 

Where you felt justified in how you handled the divorce situation, Nanami disagreed. He'd of course apologized for what you felt contributed to your first marriage’s demise, but felt he would have been willing to work through things had you come to him, had you waited for him to be in a better headspace.

Where Nanami voiced how he felt things could have worked out differently, you disagreed. You didn't feel there was a way to work past your issues at the time, Nanami being too stubborn and "too tired" to ever listen.

There didn't seem to be a way for you two to agree. And so, your therapist gave you homework. Your assignment? Go on a walk down memory lane together. Apparently you and Nanami had a habit of dwelling on the negatives when it came to discussing your divorce. It was a sore spot for you both.

You'd left therapy, annoyed and in a sour mood, muttering to Nanami to take you to your storage space where all the pictures, gifts and memories…your entire relationship with Nanami stood frozen in time. And Nanami, in as sour a mood as you, agreed. You'd arrived home to find Gojo sprawled out on your floor. Who even knew how he'd gotten in there? At this point, you just assumed he could move through walls.

"Ewwww, you kept this?" Satoru whines, pulling a picture of him, Nanami and you in high school from the box. It's a selfie of the three of you, though Satoru should’ve never been in it. You reach forward, taking the tiny photo from your friend and Nanami closes the distance on the sofa, scooting closer to have a good look.

You remember it well, the first picture you'd ever taken together.

High School Years

It had been a little under a year since you'd transferred to Jujutsu Technical High School for your Junior year and you were still adjusting to how insanely difficult the curriculum was. You were lounging beneath the shade of a tree during lunch period with Nanami, quietly chatting about how damn hard your physics lab was. Nanami listened patiently, humming to indicate he was paying attention to you as he flipped through your physics work.

You're waiting for your friend, Haibara, to get out of class, the one who'd introduced you to Nanami in the first place. You all made plans to meet, but he was running behind and this was honestly your first time being alone with Nanami. You'd worried you wouldn't have anything to talk to him about. Mostly because Nanami was always so quiet, hardly spoke a word to you even with Haibara around. Also because despite his silence, you had the biggest crush on your blonde, sidebanged friend of a friend. Though you could never bring up the courage to say anything about it.

Mainly because Nanami felt wholly unapproachable. Even so, you were surprised at how easy it was to simply...exist together without Haibara as a buffer.

Nanami's eyes scan over your classwork and after a moment of silence, he closes the book, placing it gently into your lap which makes your heart feel like it's trying to crawl out of your chest.

"If you'd like..." he begins quietly. "I can help you study the material. I'm pretty good at physics." He stares down at his legs laid out before him, a faint hint of pink dusting his cheeks. "I could come by your dorm tonight? We can study in the common room...if that's ok."

"Really?" You tried not to sound too excited at the prospect of spending more alone time with Nanami.

"I'd be happy to."

And for the first time since you'd met Nanami, you saw the tiniest bit of a smile appear on his lips. Your eyes widened, heart pounded, cheeks heated when you saw how beautiful the boy before you truly was. Now you wore a goofy smile of your own.

"I'd like that, Nanami."

He squirms briefly in his spot before he clears his throat. "You can call me Kento."

"Kento..." You test his name on your tongue, smiling when you see Nanami now staring at you, eyes wide, noticing the now red tips of his ears. So cute. "Thank you, Ken-"

"Awww, look at the lovebirds," an annoying voice you'd grown accustomed to teased. You sighed, looking up to find none other than your school nuisance looming over you, Satoru Gojo grinning down at you. "Should I take a pic so you losers can remember your first date?"

And before you could reply, he snapped a selfie of you three; you and Nanami still sitting on the ground and Gojo front and center, two fingers up to make a peace sign. He spun around, laughing when he saw the pic before he turned his phone to show it to you both. "Man, I'm sending this to Haibara. He'll love it."

Next to you, Nanami stands. "Speaking of, I need to get to class. I know Yu has your cell number. Is it okay for him to give it to me?"

"Oh, I can just give it to you now?" You offer, an attempt to delay his departure.

Gojo interrupted. "Oh, yeah! Gimme your number, too since we're all sharing." His thick, round sunglasses slipped down the slope of his nose, one of his freakishly blue eyes winking at you.

Nanami scowled at the upperclassman. "It's fine. I'll get it from Yu and will text you to meet up later. I have to get to class." He sneered at Gojo one last time as the snowy haired man settled down in Nanami's spot under the tree. "Try not to be more unbearable than usual, Gojo," he gritted out, making Gojo chuckle next to you.

You did get a text from Nanami that night. You'd met up to study, which was mostly you sneaking peeks at Nanami's beautiful side profile as he sat as close as he could to you, dragging his finger along your physics workbook.

Beneath the table, where you both gripped the edges of your seats, Nanami's fingers brushed against yours. The sudden contact made you jump. But Nanami didn't react, still explaining something about 7s and 3s. You weren’t listening. You brushed off the touch as an accident, until you felt Nanami’s finger on yours again. Just his pinky, gently running over your knuckles before he stopped when you didn't move. Nanami continued going over the study materials as if nothing happened, the red hue on his ears returning and you suddenly realized this was his tell. He was nervous, embarrassed. Just like you. 

Heart in your throat, you reached your pinky over and brushed it along his knuckles, his reaction immediate as he linked his pinky with yours.

Above the table, your eyes met, words lodged in your throat as you held hands with no one in the world aware except you two. Nanami's phone buzzes and it takes him a few seconds to tear his gaze away from yours before he picks it up. He tells you it's a text message from Haibara, so you lean over to see. There's a photo attached.

Yu Haibara: How's the study date going?

The tips of Nanami's ears redden even more if possible, and he quickly brushes his long golden strands over them. This makes you giggle beside him.

Yu Haibara: Gojo sent me this earlier and I meant to text it to you.

1 Image Attached

Nanami opens the photo, the selfie of you, him and Gojo taking over his screen.

"Cute," you whisper, the grip of your pinky tightening around Nanami's under the table. He doesn't say anything. He taps the screen, probably sending a reply back before he gets back to studying.

At the end of the night, as Nanami packs his belongings back into his bag, his phone buzzes again with a message. You spare a quick glance at his screen, doing a double take when you see his phone background. It's pixelized from the zoom, a little blurry, but it's definitely you beneath the tree that afternoon, rolling your eyes as Gojo took the picture.

That night changed everything for you and Nanami. Group outings soon turned into date nights, study sessions to makeout sessions, awkward smiles to shy kisses. All of it with Nanami, your first boyfriend, your first husband, your first love.

Present Day

Satoru has now dumped most of the box’s contents out. You and Nanami have joined him on the floor, you sitting between Nanami's legs with your back pressed against his front.

"Oh my god, Ken, do you remember this one?" You hold up a photo of you both at prom, awkwardly holding each other in front of a tacky background. Nanami is wearing a smile that looks almost painful, and you with your obnoxious blue eyeshadow are beaming. 

Nanami chuckles behind you. "Yes, I do. I remember Satoru spiking the lemonade and Yu vomiting everywhere."

You throw your head back with a laugh. "Yeah, right after he found us making out on the side of the building. Threw up the second he saw us..." You recall between giggles. "So rude."

Across the table, Satoru shifts the contents of the last box around. "He would've loved to see you guys workin' it out." He mutters. "Miss that kid sometimes."

"Me too," you and Nanami say in unison.

"He knew I loved you before I did," Nanami says solemnly, thinking of Yu. "He would've never let us get to the point we did."

You nod, remembering the wide, contagious smile of your first friend at your new school. And it brings you back to the beginning of you and Nanami, who you would've never known without Yu.

Haibara, who helped you navigate your relationship early on and hilariously guided you through your awkward stages with Nanami.

The picture reminds you of the first time you'd held hands in public. It takes you back to your first kiss outside of your dorm room after seeing a movie with Nanami, the first time you'd made love. It pulls back all of your first memories of your early stages with Nanami. The picture reminds you of when you'd moved in with Nanami. Makes you think about all of your ups and downs and what inevitably brought you back to each other.

It reminds you of Yu, who listened whenever you argued with Nanami and pushed for you both to make up. He knew you belonged together, even if you didn’t know it yet. It was Yu who brought you together, and Yu who was ultimately reminding you all these years later to remember where you began.

You lean back into Nanami's embrace when he holds up another photo; this one is of you two at your first wedding, both wearing big smiles. By that time, Yu had been long gone. But you made the most the day just the way Yu would’ve wanted you to. You couldn't wait to start your lives together, to be together forever.

You didn't know what the future held back then. But you know what the future holds now - a love withstanding time. A love that survives. A love that you know you both would fight for no matter what this time.

This force of nature, this strong, pure, burning love that never left either of you, even when you were miles and prefectures apart. It was what brought you together again, the reason you both were willing to try again.

Nanami kisses your head, breathing into your hair. "I want to keep looking through these, but I want to talk about therapy later. Really sit down and talk, okay?"

You nod, eyes still glued to your wedding picture and your heart swells knowing that one day soon, you'll be doing this all over again with the man you've loved for as long as you can remember.

[georgialawman]

I think I’ve rin sensei’d too close to the sun.

despite coming off as a much more “normal” and kind person than kakashi in canon, sensei rin is about the same really. on the outside/with her initial introduction she’s kinder certainly but she’s just as brutal with her testing and expectations. rin hasn’t dealt with kids ever in her life unless ur counting when she was a kid dealing with other kids. she’s been anbu since she was fourteen, and she’s only off the anbu hook now so she can deal with teach the village’s junior jinchuriki and the genin team he’s on (for convenience.) she’s had no time to chill out or anything. She’s brutual genjutsu’ing sakura like kakashi in canon. if she’s not actually doing worse. Naruto swinging his arms around like crazy: “this is a good way to break ur arm ^_^ do u wanna break ur arm?” and like. She’s like the only jounin sensei with any kind of med nin knowledge Which she’s upfront about but instead of using it to be like “dw I can heal u any time whenever ^_^” with little scratches like a stereotype she’s back to the “break your arm” thing. she doesn’t even have to take you to the hospital! she can fix the arm she just broke! convenient huh?

she’s a nightmare.

shes even more ominous than kakashi in canon. kk in canon is “I’m not telling you about me” at the start, he’s always been Like That— but rin goes “oh I like reading, and I like the seeea, I also enjoy going out for nice dinner.” pretending like she’s a normal person and so it’s more jarring when she starts tweaking a little. she also talks to trees? very odd. Wonder why she does that. she also knows the anbu. she calls one of them “kitty.” the kids don’t get her at all.

Land of waves and zabuza is fun. she’s not known like kk in canon, as a jinchuriki she’s very Under Wraps (and I also like. Abiding. By what the freaking anbu shouldve been.) right out the gate in canon land of waves, zabuza is like ouhhh it’s the copy nin our battle shall be legendary! but rin it’s like okay. some girl. Yeah let’s fight or whatever. and eventually she gets her recognition by being sanbi jinchuriki. yknow. the sanbi that’s a turtle that she got from the mist while she’s fighting a rouge mist nin. zabuza is like omg… the lost jinchuriki…. Rin can’t copy paste mind game zabuza like kk in canon, but yknow. She’s jinchuriki of The Turtle so she’s got suiton to rival zabuza’s and it goes about the way in canon where she beats him to where haku has to step in.

She similarly crashes out like kakashi due to having a.. not great seal. Like Naruto’s seal in canon is balanced in. Whatever way that I don’t currently remember— but rin’s is not. her seal was made to be a bomb, while minato and kushina modified it so she could have some control it’s not great. so certain ways she uses the sanbi chakra can really fuck her over, and the way she used it to get a leg up over zabuza was one of those fucky ways.

rin doesn’t need a recovery period like kakashi. (she heals fast. Cool! Naruto does that too! Why is that? uhh idk about u Naruto but mine is because. Of an advanced med nin technique. Yeah.) but they still stick around bc rin knows zabuzas not really dead, and him knowing of her jinchuriki status is Bad so she’s gotta stay around until he comes back. which he hopefully does…. Blah blah blah land of waves my beloved…

Rin being pulled out of anbu to “teach” Naruto is so funny btw cuz like. She’s not really even doing any kind of jinchuriki training, she’s been told to “teach the team” while keeping an eye on naruto and being instructed to do the same kind of restraining techniques as kakashi in canon— “she has good odds against the Kyuubi because she’s Also a jinchuriki” (which is so funny. yeah yeah the unbalanced sealed sanbi has a chance against the fucking Kyuubi.) when she asks if she’ll do the thing she was told she’d be doing, any kind of actual “jinchuriki training” is pushed off for “when he’s actually ready.” (Like that’ll ever happen. Like it matters if he’s ready or not. Rin wasn’t ready when she got stuck to the sanbi.)

At this point I don’t really remember what the anbu like. mystery status? Whatever?? was in og natuto. so like. The kids being like ???!?!?! that rin “knows” some anbu thing is up in the air. on one hand like. In shippuden anbu are much more everywhere but in the original i think it was different… aughh. My idea is that rin knowing some anbu is something that makes her more unsettling, especially because she seems awfully chummy. like there’s literally an anbu agent she calls kitty. KITTY.

On the second hand— do the kids even know/are they supposed to know about the anbu?? I don’t remember!!!

whatever!!!! In my head while the kids might be the lowest rank of ninja, they are still ninja so surely they’d know about the anbu. they’d have to as part of the rank. if we’re doing even more of an “in my head” thing. pre graduation the anbu are just a rumor, and if you graduate and get to be a ninja then well yeah u get to know about the ninja ranks. The anbu being a scary rumor keeps it’s tone though even after confirmation, so Rin knowing anbu is scary. (I think being anbu is something you’re Not supposed to talk about ? (For all that actually keeps true in canon…) so it’s not like she can be like “I was anbu until around last week lol” and scare the kids further. but it Would be funny.)

Rin reads porn like kakashi does, she just hides it under the cover of like a cheesy romance novel to not draw attention. she drinks, she smokes. she’s got vices, that girl.

There’s a joke where she tells off asuma for smoking in front of the kids, (rin is a med nin! smoking is bad, she should be a good example since she has to take care of kids now!) and asuma fucking 🤨’s her because they were chainsmoking last week but overall says nothing. Keep your “good” image rin. Whatever.

Now if we want to get into the team minato of it all—— I’ll start with saying rin has kakashis summoning scroll. when kakashi dies instead of rin, there’s no family to take it so rin does. with that she’s kinda got like the key to the hatake compound, as small as it is. for a while she doesn’t do anything with it because what the heck is she gonna do? but eventually (probably under threat of its demolishment because it wasn’t being used) she decided to make a project out of cleaning it up and keeping it nice. that’s her one Good outlet. Tenzo helps. It’s their thing. she shows the kids at some point along in the timeline and the kids praise her gardening skills that totally wasn’t tenzo.

she can’t tell them who tenzo is— not for obvious “anbu reasons” but she can’t because she’s been caught talking to trees that she calls tenzo. it would make her look crazier.

Anyway this is mostly. Misc? Stuff? if I want to ramble more like “rin lore” or real team minato talkies those would do better by themselves probably. Whatever I stop yapping now.

[sondheim-girly]

sandy headcanons!!! This is gonna be sort of a mix between book and musical canon, so bear with me!

-as is in the musical, Sandy is a soc

-she has a younger brother, and everyone in her family always pays much more attention to him

-he does better in school, he plays sports, and ya know their family is very very sexist, so he’s gonna be getting all the attention

-anyways that’s case one of Sandy always feeling like she’s second best!

-Sandy’s also super duper shy and quiet

-in kindergarten she already knows Bev cuz their parents are friends, and Bev is kinda like that extrovert that adopts the introvert, so they become ‘best friends’

-At this time Bev is also friends with Ace because they ice skate together, and Sandy always feels like Bev prefers Ace over her

-also through their entire friendship everyone always prefers Bev over sandy

-Bev is outgoing, and hot, and flirty, and Sandy’s just that girl who hangs around her

-in middle school Bev stops being friends with ace, and sandy thinks this can mean they’ll get close again, but Bev becomes friends with Marcia and cherry, and sandy is left to be the second choice once again

-she’s friends with them through high school, but is always on the outskirts of the group, especially when she starts dating soda.

-in freshman year she has a bunch of classes with Soda, and they start talking a bit and they both have massive crushes on each other

-he asks her out, and of course sandy is thrilled! For the first time in her life someone is choosing her, putting her first, putting all of their attention on her!!

-and not only that, but it’s sodapop Curtis who could date pretty much any girl in the school

-also due to her appearance (in the book she’s described to have long blonde hair and soft blue eyes) and the fact that she hardly talks, everyone always assumes that she’s super sweet and kinda projects that personality onto her

-and that’s not to say that she isn’t! But it causes any other parts of her personality to kinda get ignored or go unnoticed

-such as her selfishness and constant need for attention!

-when the Curtis parents die and soda drops out of school they start spending less time together

-suddenly she feels like she’s second best again, and that he cares more about his brothers than her

-and she kinda knows how fucked up it is that she’s thinking that, but not really

-anyways this other guy at school starts flirting with her, and she’s like “omg two guys liking me??? More people putting me first above everyone else??? Yes please!”

-she starts sorta going out with this other guy as well, and yada yada they sleep together

-during summer break before junior year she discovers that she’s pregnant

-she knows that it has to be the other guys kid

-she calls him and tells him, and he’s like “ummm no wdym? That’s not my kid?” And she’s like “uhhh yeah it is” and he’s like “look sandy, my parents expect me to go to an Ivy League. I can’t do that with a kid to take care of! Please don’t tell anyone that’s my kid?” And she’s like “fine.”

-she knows that soda would marry her in an instant if she told him, but her parents would never approve and they would never be able to afford the baby

-plus our girl is used to a very rich lifestyle, she couldn’t handle being a greaser

-so she tells her parents she’s pregnant and they decide to send her off to live in Florida with her grandmother

-she has the option to say goodbye to soda, but she’s too scared so she opts to leave him a letter literally just saying “dear soda, I’m pregnant, and it’s not yours. I’m going to live with my grandmother in Florida. I’ll miss you, love sandy”

-leaving our boy absolutely heartbroken 💛

[asexual-disaster]

‼️FHJY EP 2 SPOILERS ‼️

all my thoughts about episode two of junior year !! it’s a long one :)

The little scenes when they describe their attacks and moves where the minis are acting it out is so cute

‘A mega version of Riz’s mage hand’

They all look so good. But especially Ally and Murph omg

Adaine’s first turn was actually pretty sick

And Gorgugs wtf

AND KRISTENS TO MAKE IT BLOODED PLS

‘Do you have mass healing word? Would you be interested in doing that?’

‘Brennan you’re literally bullying us’

‘You can try, oh it does hit’

ARMOUR OF AYDA crying

These beans are DUE

Murph starting to roll like shit again

Fabian flirting with efac again

‘I punch the mirror’ ‘I punch Kristen twice’

Lou Nat one again to get out the van ��I’m going to throw up’

In two turns Lou only needs a 2 to not get crushed by the van, and twice he rolls a nat one

‘For you to half or third or whatever you do since it has multiple attacks’

Adaine death fail instead of taking a Dex save wtf

‘You don’t have it written down! I thought you read the book’

ECAF NOOOO

‘Look somewhere else’

I need a full story of Balthazar and Duggan, THEY WERE LOVERS

Murphs sleeves being short enough to show off his tattoos, I might disintegrate

What is with these kids and crashing vehicles

Ally throwing their dice

‘With my wizarding powers and my absolutely fucked van’

‘Just don’t roll a one and this is over.’ ‘NAT 20’

Gorgug IS the greatest wizard of our time

DUGGAN NO. At least he’s with Balthazar now :(

Moggy the doggy crit <3

‘Can I get under that hood a lil bit’

‘Give me a tinkerers room check’ ‘I don’t have that’

‘It’s limp silk’

‘Fabian, photosynthesis is back!!’

It just ain’t the same

‘I don’t even cutting words. I just take it’

‘I’m feeling a little unhinged’

‘Love is love’

Gorgug double crit, my boy <3

The enemy rolling two Nat ones and shooting himself in the eye

Murph dying of laughter of these guys showing up late

‘Nat 20’ ‘are you serious?’ Balthazar is everywhere

Adaine would’ve got a job, Fabian would’ve gone to dance camp, Gorgug would’ve worked on his van ; THEYRE JUST KIDS

But Riz is just happy they got to spend the summer together STOP MY SON

‘I do a half hearted prayer of healing just because I don’t trust you’

‘This was supposed to be an in and out deal but I got involved and I regret it’

‘Hey girlie,,, heyyy girlieee’

HALLARIEL ART, UGH SHES SO HOT

Gilear x Hallerial wedding WHEN

There’s something so sad about Fabian, who’s been coddled his whole life, being abandoned and left to fend for himself in a massive house

SKLONDA MY FIRST AND ONLY LOVE

Sklonda talking to Riz about college and how she doesn’t know if she can afford it for him

Riz just wants to go to college with everyone stop :(( him and adaine are fine there grades are good, but he needs to make sure he finds a place that suits the others please!!!!

WILMA AND DIGBY I LOVE U !! THEYRE SO CUTE

WAIT DID GORGUG AND ZELDA BREAK UP?? THEY ARE NOT THE COUPLE THAT WAS MEANT TO SPLIT !! Although calling it rn they’re getting back together

‘The elven oracle, the Saint of mystery and doubt, and the archdevil of rebellion’ THATS MY GIRLS!!!

RAGH AND LYDIA ART I MIGHT SOB

Kristen never told anyone she changed gods (I guess twice now?), Fig still hasn’t been to a bard class. They’re so funny

WE GOT AYDA ART!!!!

Ayda leaving Fig fossils to say she loves her her!!

Aelwyn putting protective wards on adaines bedroom to keep adaine safe :((

Cassandra my love,, but also it should not be up to a literal child who has just came out a religious cult to keep you alive and all that.

[sugrhigh]

ok… BIGG FAVOR

could you write a fanfic about Matt. And hear me out…

So basically the summary is junior year of high school, y/n and Matt have a whole bunch of classes together and he’s like a total gentleman (cuz ofc) and y/n and Matt get rly close and start hanging out and then one day they’re at y/n’s house and they’re just kinda talking about how past relationships have went and then she’s like “yeah sex has just never been good for me” and Matt’s all like “whaaaat. Like you’ve never…?” And then they talk about to more and he’s like “well I mean… I could show you…?” And then ofc it happens! 😅😅

And then a few days later they get into and argument and so they don’t talk for awhile (like a week or so) and then one day it’s raining and he comes over to her house and when he gets there he’s like completely soaked from the rain and she’s wearing his old hoodie; so when she answers the door he’s AWE struck and he kisses her and we’ll…. You can assume what comes next !! 🤗😁

If you can’t that’s ok ofc but like…. AHHHH

it’s been floating in my head and I absolutely LOVE your work so it would just make me so happy 😭🙏

Thanks!! ❤️🫶

hi OMG i love this request fr and i neeeeeed to write matt again #needit

but i’ll be so fr i’m fucking exhausted and burnt out so it might not be written in a very timely fashion but i DO truly want to fulfill this req for you so it’s up next slayer ily

[jade-kyo]

RvB 20th rewatch: s5

Final season of Blood Gulch let’s goooo!!!

Honestly can’t blame Church for his reaction to Junior lol

I CANT FEEL MY TORSO

“My body is trying to die” me when I’m on my period

I’m gonna start using the international dibs protocol

DONUT IS CHURCH’S FAVORITE RED

THERE IS NO ELEVEN YOU FUCKING WHORE

KAKAINA!!!!!!!!!!

She’s so silly. She is the silly girl representation we deserve.

The fat Church jokes are so funny because HE HAS A ROBOT BODY???? bro literally cannot gain or lose weight and that’s all I can think about every time I watch it 😂

Have we ever considered sargenut-

GOOD DAD TUCKER

“there are no regular girls” as a girl I agree

I love that Kai doesn’t even question Church being a ghost

“Whoa, tread lightly dude, tread lightly” and another heavily quoted line for me

Mark your calendars for 2040 for the updated Bible release

So dead serious when I say I’m gonna start using Donuts anti drug lingo when my friends start vaping

CHEX DIVORCED VIBES MY BELOVED

OMG I FORGOT ABOUT CABOOSE PRACTICING FLIRTING WITH TEX AHKDHAKSH

Okay but have we considered texboose crack ship

Caboose is me trying to lie

“I’m like Superman, I know when I’m needed” Tucker you are always needed my beloved son

WHEEZE OMG SIMMONS JUST DROPPED THE MOST AGGRESSIVE “SHUT UP DONUT” IVE EVER HEARD AHKSHAK

Donut writes Harry Potter fanfiction

Church immediately asks about Carolina….. Church the alpha… the copy of the director, Carolina’s father, immediately asks about Carolina. In all his fucked up faulty memories he knows to ask about her… I’m gonna be sick

Tex’s willingness to go along with the time travel bit is so funny

“No I’m saving him in case we ever need him for food” another frequently quoted line.

GOOD DAD TUCKER

Bow chick honk honk

Sarge’s super power is spawning in flags and patriotic singing

“Take a chill pill, don’t have a chill pill take one of them chill strips. You stick it on your tongue it dissolves and you chill” probably my most quoted line from the show. Partially cause my brothers would always say it so I just grew up hearing it even before I watched rvb

“No one is in the state of Wyoming” yet another quoted line

Church being upset when Caboose gets shot is very telling

So is Wyoming using his equipment without Gammas help? That’s wild

TUCKER FINALLY GETS THE SNIPER RIFLE

Hey chicka bum bum

THE HELL IS THAT MUSIC

the Tex stuff at the end is probably the hardest thing to make sense of with all the retcons- like was she just saying all that stuff to try and protect Church… somehow- yeah this is the part I always struggle to fit in with the rest of it

I still enjoy the shenanigans tho

Rip Florida

God I love when O’Malley is jumping from person to person

TEX SAYS GOODBYE G O D I AM IN HELL

And it comes full circle

AND NOW IT IS TIME FOR THE RECOLLECTION!! I am so freaking excited I cannot WAIT!

[sebsxphia]

i'm about to start my period and i'm feeling bad and i'm having some very self-indulgent jake thoughts; enjoy!

-my legs, especially my thighs always hurt so bad. i need him to massage them for me. my dad would do that for my mom when she still got periods and my expectations went ⬆️⬆️

-he would 100% draw you bathes and just sit beside you and talk or comfort you while you soak. then once you got out he'd help you put on a pad or put in a tampon really quick lol

-he WOULD NOT make fun of your weighted stuffies 🤬one of my brothers ex friends came over while i was on my period. my mom and i were watching romcoms on the couch and he walked in when she wasn't in the room and saw me laying there with my heating pad and a weighted unicorn laying on top of the heating pad (game changer btw) and made fun of me. i cursed him out and called him a pathetic virgin who will one day be bank rupt from child support and alone. my brother heard, and after picking himself off the floor from laughing so hard, kicked him out. never saw that guy again. and this guy wasn't high school. no. they were both in JUNIOR year of COLLEGE

-he would be more than happy to suck on/ massage your breasts. my breasts are always SO sore and I always end up giving myself massages but i can never help but wish i had a blonde aviator there to help me out because i feel like gentle sucking with feel HEAVENLY and we all know our man has an oral fixation so it's a win win. just....lying in bed, heating pad and weighted stuffie on your tummy and going in and out of sleep with jake sucking ever so gently on one breast, the other in his big warm calloused hand massaging it.

-would buy any and all cravings, not make on comment on all of the junk food your eating, and would, without complaint, buy take out on his way home since you don't feel like cooking (i'm sorry but i cannot picture this man knowing how to cook)

-he would give you back massages

-i get menstrual migraines. i cannot stand the feeling of fabrics or hair when i have them because i get so overstimulated. jake would strip down to his birthday suite and join you in bed, knowing that you want skin to skin when you have a migraine

-once the migraine has passed, he'll grab the brush and bottle of detangler and take your hair out of the bun on top of your head, gently detangling it for you

-would never make fun of you. for anything. not once

-would walk into that feminine hygen aisle with confidence

-would make the most sinful noises when you give him hand jobs, or blowjobs, or have sex, whatever your comfortable with

-omg laying in bed with him sucking your breasts and groaning around them as you give him a handjob to thank him

-ANYWHOSIES would let you cry to him although he might be a lil uncomfy at first and would try to fix it, once you told him you just need to cry and get out the emotions, he'd just listen and hold you 🥰

ah! i love all of these so much, my dear anon and i couldn’t agree more with all of them too! i’ll say it over and over again, jake ‘periods don’t phase him one bit’ seresin, is a god when it comes to your periods and taking care of you! all of your needs are covered! he’s so good to you like that! i’m sending you love and healing, my dear anon and thank you so much for these wonderful thots! 🥹💌

[high-functioning-fang1rl]

Andy’s Birthday!

In honor of the amazing Alex Vincent’s birthday, here’s a Headcanon for Andy!!!

*****

The first birthday Andy has after he and Nica get together is a little rough.

Birthdays for Andy are usually spent trying to forget; flashes of his Aunt, policemen interrogating him, hospital rooms, and the sound of the alluring, manipulative voice of his lifelong tormentor were always close to the surface around that day.

Sometimes Andy thinks of his birthday as more of an Anniversary of the worst day of his life- when his life changed forever- than a day to celebrate. It’s just another year he hasn’t died yet, when he probably should have long ago.

He grins and bears it when Nica cooks him a special dinner, bringing out a cake and presents for him after. He doesn’t want to take away from her excitement or watch her face fall when she realizes he doesn’t celebrate turning a year older anymore. But Nica is perceptive, and Karen and Mike’s call helps cement her suspicion.

The wheels in her head start turning immediately, and a week later Andy is surprised to find a gigantic stack of cards on his desk, tied together with a pretty bow.

“What’s this?”

Nica just smiles. “Just read them!”

He sees there are cards from all of the kids; Junior, Jake, Devon, Lexy- even Glen and Glenda, Rachel sent one with the kids, and Kyle…but to his shock he doesn’t recognize a lot of the names on the envelopes- until he opens the cards.

The family in South Carolina.

Mike’s former partner.

The nurse from Harrogate that helped him out.

The homes he and Kyle went to searching for Chucky.

All of the people he’s saved or suffered with. Sending him ‘thanks yous’ and birthday wishes.

By the time he’s finished reading, tears are streaming down his face. Behind him, Nica just wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses his hair.

“I know it may not be the best day, but I’m really glad you were born…And I’m not the only one. I don’t want the bad memories to make you forget how much good you’ve done in a world that’s been very cruel to you. You more than anyone deserve to see that your birthday is special because YOU’RE special, even if something awful happened on it. And if you ever can’t remember that, I’m here to remind you. Happy Birthday, Andy.” She tells him softly.

By the next year, the cabin has grown and all of his kids live in or have their own space there, and they all throw a party for him, complete with a birthday hat and piñata (that quickly gets beaten apart by Junior).

But he notices that another stack of cards waits for him on his beside table when he finally goes to bed that night. And he’ll find the tradition continues with every year that passes.

Some days and years are better than others, but Andy starts to hate his birthday a little less.

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This made me emotional to write omg I love him so much 🥰😭😍 Hope you enjoyed! 💙

[twistedappletree]

Hi there! I recently followed you from AO3 and love your fics so much. ‘Love You When You’re Such A Mess’ was so cute with the drunk juniors and I was wondering if you plan on writing more drunk shenanigans with them? Zhuiling or otherwise though I do love zhuiling haha! Anyways, just wanted to show some love and thank you for the wonderful aspec fics 💜

Hi hi! ✨💕🌸

Sorry it took a while to get to this but thank you so soooo much?!?! I’m so glad you like my fics omg 🥺 I’ve actually had a drunk zhuiling + junior ficlet sitting in my docs for a hot minute and this ask inspired me to finish it so this is just for you, friend!

Short, sweet and 100% ace.

🖤🩶🤍💜

Lan Jingyi slammed his jug of wine onto the table. “New game! We drink every time Mistress Jin complains about one of my ideas.”

Jin Ling glared at him and smirked arrogantly. “So we drink every time you say something stupid? Got it.”

Ouyang Zizhen quietly watched their fiery exchange and frowned. By these terms, they’d be passed out in less than an hour. He’d switched his own wine for tea some time ago and was already the most sober out of the bunch but Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi had been drinking the entire time.

“Fine,” said Lan Jingyi, flashing a challenging grin at Jin Ling. “We’ll just drink.”

Jin Ling leaned his cheek against his palm and quirked a brow. “And?”

“Whoever passes out or throws up first loses, of course.”

Jin Ling rolled his eyes. “What kind of a game is that? So boring.”

“Complaint!” Lan Jingyi took another swig of his wine and grinned. “Afraid I’ll out-drink you?”

Ouyang Zizhen sipped his tea and observed as Jin Ling sat up, grabbed his jug of wine and took a drink. “Stupid,” Jin Ling muttered.

Lan Jingyi drank again. “You calling what I say ‘stupid’ is still complaining.”

Jin Ling drank after him and glared. “And you saying what I call ‘stupid’ is complaining, is stupid.”

At this point, they were taking drink after drink while having a particularly heated staring contest. Ouyang Zizhen nervously bit his bottom lip and lifted his hand as though he wanted to speak in a classroom. “Um… maybe I should go get Sizhui—“

“No!” Lan Jingyi blurted. “If he joins in, we’ll both lose.”

Jin Ling furrowed his brow and huffed with dry amusement. “Sizhui, stickler for the rules, joining a drinking game? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You don’t know him like I do,” Lan Jingyi declared, his tone mildly taunting. A smirk passed his lips when he noticed the slightest hint of jealousy in Jin Ling’s expression.

Their heads were buzzing from how quickly they’d been drinking but Lan Jingyi was definitely having a harder time hiding his drunkenness. Almost instantly, his eyes felt heavy and the table beneath him was starting to look a lot like a pillow.

Jin Ling grinned and took another drink to rub in his impending victory. “Lan blood failing you already?”

His comment fueled Lan Jingyi enough to take one last drink before he slumped over and laid his head down, cheek smashed against the table. “Com…plaint…”

Jin Ling rolled his eyes at his quiet snores. “Lightweight.” He stumbled as he pushed himself to his feet, jug of wine still in hand.

Ouyang Zizhen frowned and got up with him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jin Ling snapped, sounding more hostile than he meant to. He waved his hand dismissively at Lan Jingyi. “Just… look after him, make sure he doesn’t throw up everywhere. I’m going to bed.”

Ouyang Zizhen wasn’t given a chance to respond as Jin Ling swayed out of the room, sipping more wine as he went. He hadn’t gotten very far before stopping at another room and staring at the door for what seemed like ages.

He really should’ve just went to bed but his feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they carried him closer to the door. Can’t even drink with us, he thought. So good, so obedient… He leaned his forehead against the door’s surface and smiled with fond amusement. “So perfect,” he whispered.

Without another thought, he knocked.

Lan Sizhui was just about to snuff the candles and lanterns in his room when he heard the slow, messy raps on his door. He had no idea who could possibly need him at this time of night, especially since his seniors hadn’t traveled with them to Jinlintai.

It could only be one of his peers, which worried him enough to answer. “Jingyi, I swear, if you lit something on fire again…”

He made his way over and opened the door, fully expecting chaos… only to see an unusually calm Jin Ling slumped against the frame, face flushed and amber eyes half-lidded. His golden hair crown was crooked and his bangs were a disheveled mess around his face as he pressed his cheek against the doorframe and closed his eyes. “Hi.”

Dumbfounded, Lan Sizhui peeked down both sides of the hallway to see if any of the other juniors were with him but Jin Ling had apparently stumbled his way to Lan Sizhui’s room on his own. “Young Master Jin, are you alright?”

“Mhm.” The smell of alcohol on Jin Ling’s breath was unmistakable as he spoke. “How are you?”

Lan Sizhui sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “How much did you drink tonight?”

An offended pout soured Jin Ling’s face. “Two drinks at the most,” he whined. “I’m not even—“ His body lurched with a hiccup and his face went pale as he cupped his hand over his mouth and frowned, mumbling into his fingers. “—Drunk.”

“Are you feeling sick?” Lan Sizhui watched him with concern and opened the door wide. Warm lantern light flooded Jin Ling with an ambient haze and the remnants of incense revived his senses as Lan Sizhui stepped aside and invited him in. “I have some medicine that can help—“

Jin Ling stumbled inside and almost tripped over his own feet on his way towards a large pot in the corner of Lan Sizhui’s room. He dropped to his knees and wretched into it, a small whimper escaping his throat as though he were about to cry.

It reminded Lan Sizhui of all the times he’d woken up his seniors in the middle of the night every time he felt sick as a child. Something soft tugged at his heart and he hurried to Jin Ling’s side, holding his hair away from his face and gently combing his fingers through the strands to comfort him.

Jin Ling gripped the sides of the pot and took a moment to breathe, his nausea slowly subsiding. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, more worried about how gross and embarrassing it was while Lan Sizhui was simply worried about him.

Lan Sizhui chuckled to lighten the mood and make him feel better. “Do you think I’ve never had to do this for Jingyi? It’s really no trouble.”

Jin Ling scrunched his nose at hearing Jingyi’s name. “Gods, don’t mention him right now.”

A knowing grin spread across Lan Sizhui’s face. “Let me guess. You two were competing again?”

He kept hold of his hair as Jin Ling lifted his face from the pot and glared miserably at the wall. “Not really… it was just a dumb game.” His words slurred together and his eyes felt heavy.

“Oh? Did you win?”

“I’dunno. Don’t really care. I’m so tired.”

Lan Sizhui nodded and let go of his hair. He pushed himself to his feet and offered Jin Ling his hands. “I can take you back to your room if—“

Jin Ling accepted the help to stand but once he was up, he clumsily swayed over to Lan Sizhui’s bed and splattered face-first onto the surface.

Lan Sizhui stood awkwardly next to the pot, mouth hanging open and hands suspended in the air. The minute Jin Ling’s body sunk into the bed, he knew any attempt to get him back up and guide him to his own room would fail miserably.

With a defeated sigh, Lan Sizhui took a moment to place the pot out into the hall, then fished several blankets and pillows from a nearby trunk. Jin Ling squinted and watched curiously as the blankets were laid onto the floor, creating a small make-shift bed. “What’re you doing?”

Lan Sizhui looked up at him and nodded courteously. “Giving you the bed, of course.”

Just as Lan Sizhui laid down and pulled a blanket over himself, Jin Ling pushed through his drunken exhaustion and sat up with his brow furrowed. He huffed and lazily rolled off the bed, padding over to Lan Sizhui and dropping down to lay next to him on the layered blankets.

“Ah—Young Master Jin?” Lan Sizhui stared at him in disbelief, waiting for an explanation.

“I’m not gonna take your bed,” Jin Ling muttered. “If you’re sleeping in the floor, so am I.”

Lan Sizhui blinked at him, utterly perplexed by his drunken logic. “We can share the bed, then. It’s more comfortable—“ He was about to stand up when Jin Ling’s hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to the floor.

“Stop making me chase you,” he droned. “I’m too tired, just shut up and stay.”

With his arm trapped in Jin Ling’s grasp, he couldn’t get up even if he wanted to so Lan Sizhui fell quiet and laid back down, catching the moment Jin Ling’s eyes fluttered open to look at him. Lan Sizhui lifted his brows curiously. “I thought you said you were tired.”

“I am,” Jin Ling slurred.

“Closing your eyes tends to help with that.”

They stared at each other in silence until Jin Ling loosened his grip on Lan Sizhui’s arm and reached over the run his fingers through his long, loose hair. “You look good with your hair down.”

Lan Sizhui froze in place, his face growing warm. “Oh, um—thank you…?” He panicked when Jin Ling inched closer to him, the heavy scent of alcohol still on his breath and half-moon eyes clearly trained on Lan Sizhui’s lips. Before he could lean in further, Lan Sizhui cupped his hand over Jin Ling’s mouth to stop him.

The gesture stunned Jin Ling for a moment before his expression sank and he mumbled something into Lan Sizhui’s palm. Lan Sizhui lowered his hand and frowned. “Sorry—“

“Did I do something wrong?” The dejection in Jin Ling’s voice was unmistakable, his face plagued with genuine sadness.

Lan Sizhui shook his head and offered a small but reassuring smile. “You didn’t. It’s okay. But we can’t… do that. Not when you’re drunk.”

Jin Ling deflated and pouted into the blankets. “If you don’t like me, you can just say it.”

“A-Ling,” Lan Sizhui reached over and brushed his thumb over the back of Jin Ling’s hand. “I like you. That’s why I stopped you.”

Everything Lan Sizhui said sounded like riddles to Jin Ling’s intoxicated mind. Confusion scrunched his face as he spoke. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Lan Sizhui chuckled and nodded in agreement. “It doesn’t right now but it will in the morning. I promise.”

“Whatever,” Jin Ling murmured, letting his fingertips idly trace the lines of Lan Sizhui’s palm.

“Are you feeling better?” Lan Sizhui asked.

Jin Ling shrugged, still looking hurt and confused by the rejection. The soft lantern light complemented Lan Sizhui’s warm smile. “Can you look at me?”

After a few more seconds of pouting, Jin Ling’s amber eyes flicked up at him, slanted in a glare. Lan Sizhui blinked and laughed nervously. “Er… maybe with a little less hostility?”

Jin Ling narrowed his eyes even more, causing Lan Sizhui to bubble with laughter and Jin Ling’s expression to soften at the sight. Something about the pure joy on Lan Sizhui’s face made his senses buzz and he genuinely couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or not. “You make my head feel like bees.”

“Wha—bees? Is that bad?” Lan Sizhui tried to stop laughing but it was hard with Jin Ling saying such ridiculous things. To his surprise, Jin Ling responded by scooting even closer to him until his head was resting right under Lan Sizhui’s chin.

“It’s nice,” Jin Ling whispered. Before Lan Sizhui could respond, he’d already drifted off to sleep, his quiet breaths warming the small space between them.

Lan Sizhui adjusted the blanket so it covered Jin Ling’s shoulders, then relaxed and rested his hand over the other boy’s jaw and neck. “Bees, huh?”

He closed his eyes and breathed in the soft scent of scarlet peach and clove on Jin Ling’s hair, smiling against it as he gently brushed his thumb across his cheek. “Sweet dreams, A-Ling.”

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