#the day after the hilariously stupid day that was yesterday

[scented-morker]

NCT Dream under the mistletoe

In which you end up under the mistletoe… 1.6k, fluff fluff fluff, I think gn reader, not proofread

Mark

After so long of dating, you'd think Mark would be fine with kissing you in front of his members

You'd be wrong

Whether it's because he's their hyung or just because they don't let him live— Marks lips are OFF LIMITS when with the boys

(Yes that's exactly how he phrased it)

But it's Christmas, and it's tradition!! And the boys need something new to bully Mark about!!!

So they hang it on the threshold of the dorm and wait in suspense until you knock on the door

"Mark why don't you go get that?"

"Why? I'm kinda busy rn, besides it's yn, don't you guys usually fight over who gets to open the door for them?" Exposed 🫣

"Just Open the door Mark!"

"Fine!"

So he opens the door in a little apron bc he was cooking (scary ik)  and the boys start screaming

"MISTLETOE YOURE UNDER THE MISTLETOE YOU HAVE TO KISS!!"

He glares so hard, but you just shrug.

"You look like a cute little housewife rn, I already wanted to kiss you."

He laughs at the comparison before giving you a peck, the boys going wild in the background

"I'll be the housewife if you take care of the kids," he grins, motioning to the crowd behind him

"Deal," you place another peck on him as you walk by and into the crowd of boys. "I have gifts for you gremlins!!"

They were too distracted to tease mark much (until after you left)

Renjun

We all know the boys take every chance to kiss him as they can

Which— understandable but like that’s YOUR boyfriend???

He thinks it’s the funniest thing ever when you complain to him about it one day

“STOP LAUGHING, THIS IS SERIOUS!”

He’s kinda flattered that you’re so protective but still thinks it’s hilarious

“They don’t actually kiss me that much”

LIES

Imagine your terror when you walk into the dreamies Christmas party and see mistletoe EVERYWHERE

“What is this?”

“Idk, Hyuck decorated”

Cue the boy in question calling your boyfriend from across the room

You see he’s standing under one of the plants and refuse to let Renjun go over without you

You follow him around all night, kissing him under every single mistletoe while the boys make faces at you

(Hyuck actually did not decorate, renjun did, and he was having the best night of his life getting your kisses every five minutes) 🤫

Never tell him a secret ever again

Jeno

You weren't even dating 🤭

It was that weird stage of knowing you're more than friends but not saying anything bc WHAT IF YOURE CRAZY

And the boys are TIRED of hearing Jeno nonstop talk about you

"So I think she might feel the same way, but then yesterday when she texted me she ended it with a period, AND she said ly to sign off instead of ily so what if-"

"Jeno literally shut up."

So they do the thing where they ask both of you to hang out and then cancel so it's just the two of you

"Wow I can't believe Chenle and Jisung both just got the flu, that sucks."

Jeno knew exactly what they were doing, and was very suspicious

"Yeah wild, do you wanna grab coffee since we're already here?"

So you decide to go into the cafe you were supposed to meet at, ignoring the sign at the front (lovers cafe <3)

The bell sings as you walk in, and the woman at the counter turns at the sound.

You walk up to order and she shakes her head

"You can't order until you complete the tradition," she says, gesturing to the door and a mistletoe hanging over it

Jeno now realizes what his stupid friends have done, but he smiles at you sheepishly

"What do you say?"

To which you immediately lean in and give him a kiss

Haechan

Honestly he probably hung it himself 😭

Like the two of you had recently gotten together and he just always wanted to be kissing you

The boys had invited you over to the dorm for a Christmas movie marathon, and Hyuck decided to take the decorations into his own hands

(Yes it got a little awkward when Jungwoo came to borrow one of their plates and there was mistletoe everywhere, and yes the boys groaned about it but gave him kisses on the cheek under every plant)

"Welcome yn, to our holiday wonderland," he says dramatically

"It's literally a stinky apartment with lights hung everywhere."

"Shut up Chenle, oh would you look at that, we're under mistletoe!"

So obviously you oblige the tradition, giving him a sweet peck before continuing your walk to the couch

"Oh look another one!"

You check the ceiling to make sure he isn't lying, but lean in to give him a kiss anyway

"Woah looks like another kiss for me!"

By the third time you know he's doing it on purpose, and you look forward to see at least five more plants hung between your current spot and the living room

"We tried to stop him."

You laugh, but give him a kiss under each one because he worked so hard for it <3

Jaemin

He gives zero ducks, he'll take any opportunity to kiss you

Even when you wish he wouldn't

Why, you may ask, would you ever not want to get Jaemin's kisses?

The answer: because you're in front of his entire family 😃

Why they hung mistletoe at the Na family Christmas, you may never know

Possibly because everyone else in his family was just as lovey-dovey as he was

But it was fine for everyone else THEY WERE MARRIED AND HAD KIDS

This was your first time ever meeting his whole family, and Jaemin's extra ass was apparently trying to make it as mortifying as possible

"Babyyy," he calls out as you stand talking to his mom

You smile apologetically at his mother before turning as he approaches

"What?"

"You're under the mistletoe!"

You look up to see the cursed plant before turning back to your boyfriend with pleading eyes

"Not in front of your mom, please."

He just smiles that sweet smile before DIPPING YOU LIKE A TANGO DANCER and planting a long kiss on your lips

Your face is on fire when he stands you back up

"I can't even look at your mother right now. I hate you."

So he kisses you again

Chenle

Listen he has the softest spot for you 🥹

Home alone? Never ending kisses, he's telling you how happy you make him, playing with your hair, everything

But not in front of his members 🫡 (which they know)

They were messing with him, but you were in on it 🤭

"Lele, look!"

He looks up where you're pointing, seeing the mistletoe before immediately glaring at the other boys who have gathered around

They all have the biggest grins in their faces as if this was the best thing they'd ever experienced..

But he notices the too-innocent smile on your face telling him you are in on it, which in his book is a worse offense than the boys planning it

"Is Lele shy?" Jaemin coos, which only makes the younger boy more flustered

He decides it's only fair that you feel just as embarrassed

So before the boys can tease him anymore he straight up just grabs the back of your neck and basically slams his lips into yours

Whew he's so hot... uh anyways

As soon as he releases you you're letting out nervous giggles and hiding your face in his neck because HOW DID THIS BACKFIRE ON YOU SO HARD

The guys can't even make fun of him anymore so they just groan and disperse into their own rooms

To which Chenle then teases you (and gives you many more kisses)

Jisung

Poor guy 😭

He just wanted to take you to the Christmas party so he could share hot chocolate and maybe hold your hand underneath the table

BUT SOMEONE THOUGHT ITD BE FUNNY TO HANG MISTLETOE AS DECORATION

The two of you are sitting at your table, watching Hyuck and Jeno dance unnecessarily aggressively to Jingle Bells when he asks if you want a snack

So you get up and make your way over to the cookie table bc yum Christmas cookies

But when you get there jaemin lets out a dramatic gasp

"JISUNG YOU BROUGHT THEM UNDER THE MISTLETOE YOU LITTLE RASCAL"

He immediately looks up, staring at the offending plant

"I didn't- I didn't do it on purpose yn! I promise!"

You just laugh, "I know you didn't, it's okay."

So you grab your cookies and head back to the table, kiss-less

"Dang you're really not going to kiss them?" Jaemin asks, looking over where you're staring at the cookies on your plate

"Well not in front of you!"

With that Jisung walks away, forgetting to grab cookies for himself

"Yn," he whisper calls, and you look up to see him gesturing you to the hallway

You follow him, stepping out into the brighter lit and much quieter hall.

"Did you need a break?" You're used to him sneaking off from crowded places to recenter

"No."

"Oh, then what's—"

He cuts you off by pressing his lips into yours, hand on the back of your head

He has a pink hue on his cheeks when he pulls away, and he refuses to look you in the eyes

"I wanted to kiss you, just not in front of him."

[sunlightmurdock]

Trick or Treat! | Firefighter Bradley

spookweek masterlist | firefighter bradley masterlist

Prompt: handing out candy | joining firefighter!bradley at the station to hand out candy to the neighbourhood kids!

warnings: pet names babe / baby, no use of y/n. .word count: 0.7k

Your heels clack along the walkway, past the clumsily carved, flickering Jack-o’-Lanterns. Ghosts with jagged edges and wide smiling faces with wonky eyes, all courtesy of the gang at Station 86.

Your lips twist, almost a smile, finding the precise attempt at a mustache’d face along the left row. Just then, you hear your name from across the lot. The classic red doors of Station 86 are pulled wide open, and Bradley is hustling his way towards you from the back.

“Baby, you made it!” His arms are loaded up with those giant bags of Halloween candy, the largest you can get. As his mouth stretches into a grin, you can see that there’s something different about his usual smile.

He drops the Halloween candy, still bagged up, onto the large fold-out table where two of his buddies sit and continues his path toward you.

“Are those fangs?” You wrinkle your nose, taking in the usual things you find most enjoyable — those fitted pants and the blue of his tight t-shirt against his tanned skin, the red of his suspenders straining against his thick shoulders — and the oversized plastic fangs in his mouth.

He beams, nodding his head as he reaches for you. “What, you don’t like them?”

Next comes the dive forwards, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist and securing you to him as he gnashes the stupid silicone fangs against your neck playfully.

Just as his wandering hand creeps towards your ass, he catches a glance at his next round of trick-or-treaters rushing along the sidewalk toward the station.

“Thanks for coming, babe. Here,” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek and ushers you towards the fold-out table, acknowledging his colleagues. “We’ve got it from here, guys.”

He had told you it would be fine if you had wanted to head home after work. His shift finishes at nine, and then he’s all yours for four days — starting tonight with a scary movie marathon. But, for now you’re happy to share him with the rest of the neighborhood.

Superheroes, ghosts and witches bounce along the walkway with grins on their faces, calling out your boyfriend’s name. With the class field trips to the station, and the station’s regular trips to the school, Bradley has plenty of pint-sized admirers.

Up in front of the mob are two first graders, sprinting ahead while their mothers chat behind.

“Not you two again!” Bradley mocks disgust, wrinkling his face in abject disapproval as two girls, one wrapped in toilet paper and the other wearing a bedsheet with eye holes in, rush him, plastic buckets for candy in hand. They giggle through their costumes as they come to a halt in front of him, looking up at the towering man. Their class had visited the day before yesterday, and the siren had frightened the two of them so bad that Bradley had broken out the Halloween candy a little early. “What do we have here? — A ghost and a…?”

“I’m a mummy!” She declares excitedly, waving her bucket at him.

“You’re a what?” He paints on his best look of fear and takes a dramatic step backwards, earning himself another round of giggles from the two girls. “What brings you all the way out here, little Mummy?”

“Candy!” Her friend answers for her, which they both find equally hilarious.

Bradley settles to his knees, keeping up the dramatics as more children crowd around him. He’s a natural, having them bursting into fits of laughter as he hands out chocolates and lollipops and other small bags of sugar-coated goodies.

You’ve been down to the station plenty of times, and been involved in plenty of events with them. This has always been more than a job to him, and you know he’s proud of what he does — you’re proud too.

But, even after all this time, there’s something about the fact that all of the neighborhood kids not only know his name, but clearly adore him so much, has you grinning as you help him pass out treats.

He catches you, draping a heavy arm around your shoulders during a rare break between herds of kids. Turning his face towards yours, he kisses the top of your head softly.

“Really, thanks for coming — I love having you here.” He murmurs, squeezing softly at your shoulder. “We’re about finished. You have a movie in mind for us to start with once we’re home?”

Just something scary, you think, already looking forward to the comfort of hiding your face in his chest and pretending that you can’t hear his heart beating just as fast as yours.

…

[pearlescentparade]

[ao3 request] "Cccoilll x reader fluff headcanons,,, coughs loudly and disappears into a dust"

a momentary breather from my never ending onslaught of smut </3

💠🔶coil fluff headcanons💝💞

ALWAYS tackles-hugs you the moment he spots you, even if he's currently being chased. when you hear that familiar voice yell "HEY BABE!", expect to be embraced and on the ground in the next second (don't worry, he makes sure to cushion your head with his hand), then left in the dust in the next next second

his face lights up when you walk in. it's almost cartoonish how his usual cocky smirk gets immediately overtaken by an adoring, excited, goofy smile. he tries to play it off and act cool about it, but you just roll your eyes and tease him for being so whipped

loves to roughhouse and playfight. he'll literally wwe slam you into any surface as long as it's soft and cushiony, like a bed or a couch. sometimes he likes to just grab your face and hold you in the air with one hand while you attempt to swing at him, he finds it hilarious. though if you're able to gain the upper hand, he gets so giddy with excitement. coil likes a challenge!

loves summer, because it means you cuddling up to him due to the crystal embedded in his body giving him a cool body temperature. he's like a demon air conditioner! though, to your dismay, he still likes to cuddle in the colder weather. he even gets all whiny when you try to push him away

"coil. no."

"babe pleaseee, don't you wanna huddle for warmth?? i'm so coldd.. brr...."

"YOU make me colder! stay away!!"

though in the end, he gets his way, and you have to suck it up. no worries, you can always borrow his hoodies!

enjoys laying his head on your lap and boasting about his latest heist or the losers he beat up recently while you idly play with his hoodie strings. other times he likes to lay on top of you

likes to pretend he doesn't need your praise, acting like he'll do whatever he wants regardless if you approve or not. it's completely untrue. whenever he's regaling any sort of tale of his crimes, he's always waiting to hear some encouragement or praise for his job well done, whether or not he catches himself doing it. it's a bit obvious too, because he starts looking at you really hopefully when he's finished and saying stuff like "cool, right? isn't your boyfriend impressive, babydoll?" until you eventually resign and agree that you're impressed. though, not without a lengthy lecture about how much danger he's putting himself in

coil flexes you everywhere to anyone at any possible time. always rambling about you to skateboard about the cutest thing you did yesterday or the date you had together a week ago that he already told him about but felt like bringing it up again

"you tryna hang later?"

"hah! nah, go on without me. my pretty thing's waiting for me back home. you wanna know what they said the other day? they-"

"oh my swords, dude, shuuuut uuuup!"

pops up when you least expect it, like swinging by to walk you home and carrying your groceries for you, or protecting you from some stupid hooligans who try to mug you. no matter what, he shows up at the most perfect times, whenever you need him

has several scars and injuries himself, but loses it when you get a tiny scar or when he sees a bandaid on you, immediately jumping to ask what happened and who did it (and if he needs to beat the shit out of them). he's definitely the type to start beefing with a table if you stub your toe on it

probably used to make fun of couples and be grossed out by them before you dated. now he is part of said gross couples, because he practically eats your face off in public

fangirls whenever you do anything cool. he sees a gang try to pick a fight with you, and like usual, he's about to swoop in and save the day, but you land a hit on their leader and run off! after he sighs and swoons dreamily, he'll jump down and make sure those ruffians don't give chase while you make your escape. skateboard's going to receive a lot of messages from coil, detailing the cool look in your eyes and the way you wound up your fist... even if he mutes his phone, coil's absolutely telling him everything all over again next time they meet up

you are probably the only demon in the entire inpherno who he 'bows' to. you tell him to do anything, and he's on it immediately, no questions asked. akin to telling a dog to go 'fetch'

"coil.. i'm concerned about you. please, be more careful?"

"aww, i can handle it, sweets. quit worrying your pretty little head over me, i'm literally the hellhound!"

"..if i see you running from the cops again this week, i won't cuddle with you anymore. and i won't let you take showers with me."

".. *cough* on second thought, you're completely right. i'll- try.. to stay out of trouble."

likes to nuzzle into the crook of your neck when you cuddle, maybe even tickle you with a few kisses there. sometimes he'll nuzzle into you from behind and surprise you, he loves to hear your surprised yelp and getting smacked upside the head by you. worth it!

always laying a hand around your shoulder or waist, he likes to keep you close to him and it also helps get the message across that you're his to any passerby. any demon that tries to hit on you quickly scampers away once coil slings his arm around you. because of this, he accompanies you on walks home at night (it was his idea). legitimate scary dog privileges

when stealing from blackrock nobles, he makes sure to nab a lil something he thinks you'd like too. you have a whole collection of stolen jewelry, art, trinkets, care products, high-quality technology, anything he can grab. you name it, he'll get it

[yashirawr]

katsuki, shouto and izuku with a reader who is like giselle from enchanted !!

bnha main three x gn!giselle!reader.

type: headcanons, fluff (& a splash of angst if you squint reaaaally hard)

warnings: kissing, a bit of cursing bc bakugou is here but otherwise so much fluffy fluff ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ reader's quirk is not mentioned per se.

a/n: hi, sweet people !! i've been practicing my english skills to write and expand my vocabulary but i'm still not quite good, so i apologize if you see something misspelled :c i accept criticism !! ok, so, yesterday i saw enchanted and disenchanted and realized how much i wanna be like giselle haha and when i looked for fanfiction with a giselle-like reader i was left heartbroken since i didn't find any TT so i took it upon myself to write something, hope you like this <3

��� ୭̥ ° bakugo katsuki

this boy is known for showing his hate for sweet things, yet no one – not even him – is able to comprehend why you're the exception.

since the first day of school he can tell you're going to be more annoying than all the other extras. randomly humming and singing, using smooth arm movements as if you came from a fairytale.

you look harmless, a stupid pushover. his only comfort is that you won't get in his way.

or that's what he thinks.

because with time, he starts seeing more of you. his gaze starts to linger whenever you're around, putting careful attention to your actions, your expressions. wide eyes and radiant smile, always trying to spread kindness and love, so genuine; you're like an open book.

katsuki's rough, katsuki's loud, katsuki's explosive.

so imagine his surprise when he realizes with time that the sight of you makes his eyes soften, his chest warm, his guard drop.

he wants to deny it, he wants to deny it very strongly. however, everyone can tell how, little by little, he starts to open up to you.

he lets you be closer, so vivid around him. you can do things that others would get yelled at for trying. when did anyone see somebody getting into bakugou's personal space – whether it is laying on his shoulder or playing with his hair – and leave unharmed? when did anyone see somebody using his stuff and not recieving any kind of ill treatment for doing so?

the two of you start spending time together, much to his dismay because of your classmates' teasing. yet it takes you being in danger during a villain attack for katsuki to realize how deep his feelings are.

oh, no– he's falling in love.

and he goes livid. he might seem like someone who already acts recklessly during combat but that's not the truth at all. the want, the need to take you into his arms and protect you is what leads him to take such impulsive decisions.

don't get him wrong, he knows you can defend yourself; you're just as much of a badass as you are of an optimist, after all.

but it's this side you bring out of him. this soft, tender side.

it drives him crazy.

so, once the horror passes and your class settles into its usual endeavors, he does what he knows best: he tries to push you. he tries to make you leave, to scare you off.

but why aren't you running away?

why are you cradling his face with a gentle, loving touch?

one thing leads to the other and your lips meet in a true love's kiss, as you would say.

after that, katsuki resigns to listening to your rambling about animals and love and flowers–

he's there to give you a reality check when it's needed, anyway.

"get out of that pretty little head of yours, dumbass, there's fucking homework to do"

yeah, he wouldn't have it any other way.

bonus: you're literally a grumpy x sunshine pairing !! it's hilarious to see you two in the common room because katsuki seems to hold back in showing physical affection or any state of flusteredness. you learned not to demand it from him, either, because he always gets red and would hate for anyone else other than you to see it. it's alright, though, because as soon as you're alone he turns into a clingy puppy. good luck trying to get rid of him to do something just as brief as going to the bathroom !!

♡ ୭̥ ° todoroki shouto

shouto's life has never been any sort of fairytale. all that love chitchat... yeah, pretty much false.

but then he meets you, and you're so eager to show him.

so you start sticking to him, following him around. it could look like pestering for some people, but to shouto?

oh, shouto's charmed by you.

it takes him some time. before the sports festival, he couldn't help but give you cold stares and dry replies. of course, your enthusiastic self would take all of that without complaining.

but it is after the event that he starts to open his eyes and contemplate a little more of you. especially after you compliment his quirk and express how happy you are for him, for truly giving his all during the fights and making use of his fire.

another element, you said, that was part of him and needed to be seen. you mentioned how you believed in him, warm smile painted on your lips as you beamed with joy.

there was no way he would get his eyes off of you after that.

although shouto is quiet, his gaze is intense. thankfully you're unaware of such things – trained to being accostumed to stares by your whole life experience – so you can't tell how the next days he's so entranced by you and the way you carry yourself so gracefully.

you see beauty everywhere, often even stopping in your tracks to observe your surroundings. you seem to shine, delighted.

too occupied by twirling around and interacting with everyone around you, you fail to notice how he's softly smiling at the sight.

as time passes, your conversations stop being one-sided. his replies show more interest, it's not only about his gaze anymore but also about the way he accepts all your affections; melting into your touch.

the way he's always there to protect you when villain attacks happen, when anyone looks at you the wrong way or tries to talk to you in as much as a slightly rude tone. the way he comforts you whenever you're sensitive about something, never questioning where did it come from.

you're his top priority.

so when you share a first kiss, he feels his heart pumping so hard it could jump right off his chest. this unknown feeling, leading him to be so attached to you, was love all this time.

you were right about showing him, he figures.

because now holding your hand gives him so much happiness that he now kind of gets why you're so enthusiastic about said concept.

when you go on one of your rambles about it and ask him, "right?" he smiles at you and responds:

"yes, my love, i think i know now"

you smile at him, so widely as you always do, and he leans in to leave a kiss on your forehead.

bonus: when he tells you his family story for the first time, you cry. you cry so much until you feel his strong arms wrap around you. yet shouto, despite trying to comfort you since you were the one crying, feels as if your embrace comforts him. you hug him by the waist, rubbing his back so gently and carefully that it brings tears to his eyes. everyday he feels more enamoured by you.

♡ ୭̥ ° midoriya izuku

you meet for the first time with izuku because of bumping into him during the quirk's test on the first day of class. he falls and you crouch along with him, soft-spokenly apologizing and asking if he's alright.

as he looks up at you, the boy can only think of how you look exactly like an angel.

you best believe our baby broccoli blushes furiously to his ears.

it doesn't take you anything to become friends and when you do he realizes that, despite both of you being pretty positive people, you have very different ways of thinking.

everything to you is magical, wonderful, exciting. izuku learned this from only the first few days of knowing you, and he found it really beautiful and encouraging. it was something to admire you for, and it never failed to impress him the way you would always be open to new opportunities, grateful for every single one you were given.

similarly, nothing to you was ever a problem! so when izuku rambled about his past, his difficulties with his quirk and worries you always found a way to make his point of view shift 180° and move on to positive thoughts.

in a world where he's exposed to so much pressure, you act as a beacon of life that peaks through the darkness.

and so, you're with him every step of the way.

he doesn't even know when his love for you starts blooming, especially since he has such a focus on heroics that doesn't usually let him think about anything else. but when he finds himself dreaming about your bright smile, mumbling as he watches you from afar sing to happy little animals you encountered, blushing to the tips of his ears by only hearing you say his name with so much care and glee–

he realizes too late he's down bad. in fact, he's the last one to realize, since the whole class watches in horror as you two interact so lovingly with each other as almost second nature.

mina has the theory that the two of you are secretly together, but it is obvious for everyone that if you two really were, you would be shouting it to the four winds. that's just who you are, and that's just how they know izuku loves you.

of course, you're the first one to make a move.

you go up to him before class one random morning and ask him if he would like to go out on friday afternoon. he accepts at first, smiling widely at you and you respond with a bubbly "alright then! it's a date!"

his face seemed to turn all shades of red and even go through some other colors before digesting that information.

"a-a d-date with me...?" he lifts a finger, you hum in amusement.

"of course, silly. i'd want no other prince for me but you."

needless to say, it goes amazingly and now the class has to deal with you giving him little pecks on his lips, cheeks and hands as he turns red because of the sudden affection.

bonus: in his notebook page about your quirk he has written a whole analysis of how you and your voice are appealing to animals and what does that have to do with it. he even tried talking about it to you, but your reply was: "i'm not quite sure, but i can only be grateful about them! they are my friends and i'm truly fortunate for their company!"

[sillyannlynn]

LIAR - FELIX CATTON

PAIRING: felix catton x fem!reader

GENRE: angst, pure angst

WORDS: 1,3k

WARNINGS: death (only mentioned), heartbroken reader, abuse, alcoholism, lies, felix is stupid, toxic relationship, ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO SORRY FOR ABY MISTAKES.

Felix never understood why she never said anything about her father. He asked about him many times, but she always found a way to change a topic or acted like she didn't hear his question.

“I just don't wanna talk about it, Felix” she said as they were driving to her family house.

The girl saw that something was odd with her best friend, since he came back with Oliver from Liverpool the previous day.

“Why?” he pushed, but didn't answer for a longer moment.

“Ask my mum about it” she said finally, when he parked at the driveway. The girl didn't wait for him and left the car to open the door and step in. Felix locked the car and ran after her to see her hugging a woman, whom she looked alike.

“Hello” he said awkwardly standing in front of them.

“Ah, mama! This is Felix, been telling you about him” she announced and grabbed him by hand, so he stepped close to them.

“Nice to meet you, young man, I've heard plenty of stories about you” the woman said, smiling at him.

“Nice to meet you too” he replied and grabbed her for a hug.

“Go to the living room, kids, I'll make the tea” her mother announced and the girl took Felix to the room.

“Is that you?” he asked, pointing at the photo on the shelf, next to the books.

“Oh, yeah, it's little her” the woman said, as she entered the room. “This was taken at her first music competition” she added, making her daughter red. “She won it, I'm still so proud of her.”

“You didn't tell me you were taking part in competitions?” Felix turned around to his friend.

“You never asked,” she answered and stood up from the couch. “Then we were karting with girls” she said, while showing the photo of her at the karting track next to a kart.

“Oh, and this one is from the Grand Prix two years ago, when you were a marshall,” her mother cooed, pointing at another photo.

“I told you about that,” the girl reminded Felix, making him laugh. Yes, she had told him about it one time. “Come on, I'll show you around” she said and grabbed him by hand and took him upstairs.

“Your room?” he asked, watching her open the door.

“Yeah, welcome to my kingdom” she said and let him in.

“Yeah, it's definitely your room,” Felix laughed. He could see that she was the owner of it. The books that she's been telling him about, the film posters she told him she had watched, the Formula 1 related things - everything that was in that room was her.

“What happened yesterday?” the girl asked, when they were lying on her bed for a while. The bed was small, 90x200 centimeters and his legs were sticking out of it. He found this funny and was laughing until she asked.

“He's a, um” he started, not sure if he wanted her to know that. But she never lied to him, right? She wouldn't do that like Oliver did. She would never. “He lied to me. To all of us” he said finally.

The girl looked at Felix, not understanding what he meant. She saw how they were treating each other the previous day, but she didn't ask since he came to her room and started kissing her, banning her and himself from talking till breakfast.

“What has he done?” she asked and raised her head. She was worried about him. He was her best friend, her other half and she was really jealous of Oliver for the whole time, which Farleigh found hilarious and was making jokes about it to Felix when she wasn't around. And Farleigh liked her more, if he had to choose between her and Oliver who was better for his cousin, he would choose her without hesitation. She was normal in his opinion, not a liar like Oliver.

The girl loved Felix. She gave him her whole heart. But he didn't see it. His heart didn't belong to her, but her heart belonged to him. And it hurt her a lot.

She tried to leave him, for her own good, but she couldn't. He was so magnetic, so majestic that she just couldn't leave him.

Farleigh and her own friends saw how she felt and how Felix was blind about it. Farleigh tried, he really tried to do something but his cousin was as if he didn't have eyes and couldn't see anything about her.

Farleigh told her he felt sorry for her and that she should really leave him for her own good and that he knew it was hard, but she still couldn't. And Farleigh saw it.

Gosh, she spent the whole vacation with him and Venetia because Felix was always with Oliver and he seemed like she wasn't there until yesterday. She was his second choice and she knew it.

So she decided that it would be her last try to cut contact with him. For her own good.

“Felix, I'm not coming back to Saltburn with you” she announced, when he stopped talking about that liar.

He was shocked. Why would she say that? What has gone wrong?

“What? No, no, no, you're coming back” he replied, feeling betrayed.

“Mama said that the great-grandma is feeling worse and worse, Felix, I can't be not around her” she said the half of the truth. This was one of the two reasons she wanted to stay at home. “I can't do that to her,” she mumbled, tears forming in her eyes.

He would understand, right?

“I can drive you at any time here, I promise, just come back with me” he assured her and grabbed her face in his hands gently. “You can just leave me,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Felix, you don't understand” she shook her head, as he made everything about himself. “I can't leave her now, I don't know how much time she has left,” she added. “You should stay for tonight and go back home tomorrow, it's getting dark” she said and he only agreed.

He didn't want to leave her, especially now.

During the night, Felix was walking through the house and looking for the water. He stood in the kitchen and saw his friend’s mother looking for something in the cabinet.

“Good evening” he mumbled and she answered. He got the water and stood for a moment. He had a battle inside if he should ask about that. And his curiosity won, so he asked: “I'm sorry for being rude, but anytime I asked your daughter about the father she never answered and recently she told me to ask you about him, so could you tell me something?”

“Oh, he was, let's say, not a good person” the woman started and sat on the chair. “I completely understand why she doesn't want to talk about him. She has some kind of trauma and she used to go to therapy, when she was younger” at these words he furrowed his brow. “He was an alcoholic and violent towards us, so you know” she stopped talking, not knowing what to add more. “Oh, and when he died it really hit her, even though she didn't talk with him for years.”

“I'm so sorry you had to go through this,” he said and wanted to hug the woman. He would never have thought that something like this happened to his best friend.

“It's okay now, young man, don't worry” she said and hugged him. “She's doing great,” she assured him.

He felt so stupid. He was such a dick for her sometimes.

Now he wanted only to make it up to her.

So when he was leaving he promised the girl that he was going to do everything for her, because she deserved it.

But he broke the promise. He never had done that, because he died and left her alone, without making anything up to her.

He was such a liar.

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[leaawrites]

Hi, I don't know if I could make a request for Graham Coxon x Fem Reader, where she's part of the band (you choose the instrument she plays), they met at school, they were the typical cliché of 'he's too cool for me' and when they finally get together they join the band together

The writing itself is about the band in an interview, their relationship was public and the interviewer asks them how they met, at that moment she tells about how she felt that he was too cool and all that, and everyone bursts into laughter, then when they leave the interview Graham asks her if what she said was true, And she says yes, and she ends up with a lot of mellowness and all that cloying stuff

Part of the Band

Graham Coxon x fem!bassist!reader

Summary: as requested.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of gramon,

Wordcount: 1.4k

Notes: I hope this is about what you wanted :)

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“The Band was shit, the fact that that was their actual name was the most obvious clue that I shouldn’t have join them in the first place, but I guess you do stupid things for a crush sometimes.”

Y/n still remembered the day as if it was yesterday, how she stood in front of the music room and tried to prep-talk herself into thinking that this was a decision based on her love for music and not based on her love for a certain guitar player. Though, the moment she walked in and saw the three guys stand in the middle of the room, huddled together and whisper.

“They shut up immediately after I walked in, so I couldn’t help but think that conversation might’ve been about me,” she continued her answer, making Damon giggle quietly into his hand as he remembered the conversation they had all too well.

“It was,” he confessed. “Graham here, was so nervous to have her in the band, it was fucking hilarious to watch him play the wrong notes or mess up the text.”

“It wasn’t fun for you back then, because you had to wait for him to get himself together all the time,” Dave interrupted Damon.

“What have you got say about all of this?” The interviewer asked him now. All eyes in the room turned to Graham as he looked down at the bottle in his hands with a hint of a smile covering his face.

“It may have been about her,” he confessed quietly, a subtle change in his behavior for only her to see. He got nervous. With his fingers tapping against the glass of the bottle and his upper lip sucked between his teeth, she could see his heart racing in his chest. Knowing him well enough to see these subtle changes and being well aware of how they could influence his later performance for the show the had after the interview. He would be thinking too much.

Putting her hand subtly on his shoulder, she squeezed the skin beneath to assure him that no matter what he said, it didn’t matter; her story was far more embarrassing.

“What were you talking about?” The interviewer kept on pushing. Y/n knew it was their job, but having simple human decency wasn’t too much asked, now was it?

“You know, just this and that,” Graham kept on answering.

“Like what?” The tension in the room build up and she could feel it as well. “This and that isn’t very exact.” She tried laughing it off, but beside a few pitiful chuckles, no one joined in, leaving her to uncomfortably shuffle around in her chair.

“We weren’t saying much about her, just that we weren’t sure if we made the right decision,” Damon answered simply, receiving a shove from the girl next to him.

“The right decision?” she repeated, exaggerating the words while she spoke, her accent thickening while doing so. “You were basically desperate for a bass player and I was the only one willing to join your little band everyone else made fun of. Albarn, I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t call that having a choice.”

“She just wanted to join us so she could get closer to Graham,” Damon shot back, making the girl’s eyes widen. Her gaze was focused on Damon, begging him to stop talking while her cheeks began to redden and she could feel Graham focusing on her now, full of interest for the topic all of a sudden. “You know, Y/n has had the hots for Graham since kindergarten or so - and I can’t blame her, he’s fit for sure -, but she was always too afraid to talk to him. I mean, always a book in front of her face and absolute maths genius, she wasn’t the first person we would’ve considered for the band, but we’d done a pretty good job making her more of a Rock star, I’d say.” He was grinning like a proud mom who just told all her daughter’s secrets at the family dinner table.

“Is that true? You a bookworm and nerd?” People like her really didn’t stop over pushing words and their meaning, Y/n thought as she chuckled at the question.

“What am I supposed to say? I mean, yes, I was an absolute nerd, but - in my defence - Graham was way too cool for someone like me back then - still is. What was I supposed to do, just go up and talk to him? Albarn would’ve been the first to laugh at me, while staring daggers at me for trying to steal his boyfriend.”

He gasps on shock at the allegations, making the rest of the group burst out in laughter as he shoved the girl into Graham, like a little child. The interviewer chuckled awkwardly as she watched the young adults cackle on the small sofa, all squished together, gasping for air in between swearing and accusing the other of something.

“I’m afraid our time is up now,” she says, as the group quietens down once more. “It was nice meeting you and I’m looking forward to watching your performance in a few minutes.” Saying their farewells, they watched her disappear down the hallway, before letting all out a simultaneous deep breath which they held for too long now already.

Collapsing into Graham’s side, Y/n closed her eyes for a few seconds, mumbling, “I hate interviewers sometimes, they are so annoying. With all their questions and if they don’t get the answer they want, they’ll almost murder you for it.”

“It’s what you need to go through in order to stay important nowadays,” Damon shrugged, standing up to head towards the dressing rooms and get ready for the performance they booked. “Plus, most of them are fit, so can’t complain.”

“You’re such a pig, you know that?” Y/n watched him irritated as he left her with only his middle finger as a response to her comment. The smoke from his cigarette filling the air around him, leaving the sound assistant coughing in the corner of the hall. He always blew the smoke right into your face to piss you off.

Sensing the build up tension between the pair, Dave excused himself as well, saying he needed to check something with his drumsticks.

“The fuck does he need to check? If they’re still made out of wood or what?” Y/n chuckled, looking at Graham for a laughter from him as well, but all he did was chuckle dryly. “What’s wrong?” She sat up, taking his face into her hands, her forehead wrinkling slightly as she stared at him in worry and concern. “Are you alright? Do you not feel well. I swear to god, if it’s about that interview - that woman went too far and we all know it, it wasn’t fair to you.”

“Did you really mean it?” He caught the gap of silence between her rambling to stop her from worrying as much as she did. It was a normal habit, one she didn’t mind. She’d talk in concern and he’d cut her off every time, cutting her train of bad thoughts.

“Did I mean what? That Damon would definitely had been jealous if I asked you out? Yes, I mean, look at how you two act around each other.”

“About me being too cool for you,” he clarified, making her stop talking for longer than before.

The sarcasm that once dripped from her tongue was now nowhere in sight when she softly answered, “You know the answer to that.”

“As if I were too coll for you, you were too cool for me,” he said back, now smiling genuinely for the first time.

“Oh no, you were the one with the rich parents and friends with the cool kids like Damon, I was the complete opposite. As if I was too cool for someone like you.”

“You totally were. You were too pretty for me, still are.”

“Look in the mirror, love, and then think about that again.”

“Sometimes you make me sick, you know?” Damon’s voice echoed from the doorway, faking a gag as the couple looked up at him. “Like right now. You don’t want your singer to fall off, now do you?”

“Oh, how could we ever life without you, Damon,” Y/n pouted, the sarcasm back in her dictionary as she stood up, pulling Graham up with her.

“Get your ass on the fucking stage,” the blonde said annoyed, walking away. Another audible gag being heard making Y/n roll her eyes.

“Someday, I will accidentally push him off the fucking stage,” she repeated his words with a bad imitation of his accent. Graham laughed at her comment, silently agreeing with her, before taking her hand in his and pulling her after him towards the dressing rooms.

[mins-fins]

★̲ YOU HAVE ONE NEW VOICEMAIL FROM . . . 나재민 !

SEPTEMBER 9, 00:22 AM

HI BABY!! okay um before you purge me and murder my entire family i'm sorry for not calling you yesterday.. it was after the first show and i was exhausted but anyway, how was the concert? did you enjoy it? do you think i did well? do you—[a small shout is heard from behind him] I AM NOT "WHIPPED" SHUT UP! ignore chenle he doesn't know what he's talking about, is it bad that i love my dear partner so much? he's just sad and lonely—AM NOT!— ARE TOO! STOP YELLING AT ME!! you're gonna come tomorrow right? if work doesn't keep you in that is, god i hate your job, and i miss you, i miss you so bad, it's going to be hard to do this when international tour dates start, all we have connecting us is some stupid phone..[another shout is heard from behind him] OKAY FINE! it's too late, we have to wake up early tomorrow, alright bye i love you! sleep well!

NOVEMBER 23, 22:45 PM

haechan totally tried to trip me on stage today, that little shit..anyway, hi baby!! sorry for the like— two calls every week but it's been so hard to find alone time for myself these days, i really like japan though, we should come here sometime for a trip! just me and you, maybe on one of my breaks, if i can even get one. i miss you, having jeno as company is beginning to get boring, i mean, i love jeno obviously but i see him every single day!! i'm literally about to go insane without you here, i'm about to pay for your flight here and make up some excuse to your manager about a family issue or something.. will they even believe that? i don't care, it's been a while since we went anywhere together, just the two of us, also, did i tell you your mom called me? apparently she really liked our performance, she called me to tell me about it!! anyway um, i have no time left, hope you have a good night, i love you!!

NOVEMBER 26, 02:09 AM

jeno snores way too loudly, so no sleep for me, and he also complains so much about everything so now i have to whisper for this, but anyway, i know you're probably asleep as well so it doesn't matter if i send this cause you'll see it in the morning but i don't care! whoops, right, whispering. i can't believe that you can't come to the shows, it's all sooooo boring without you. i always search for you in the audience but then i don't see you and i get upset, you being in the crowd would make everything much better, hopefully you can at find time to get here before the final japanese show this year.. is this corny? i don't think so, i just— i miss you, i say that all the time but i do, a lot. um yeah that's all, i should probably sleep now, i love you!

DECEMBER 2, 21:37 PM

I KNEW YOU HAD SOME STUPID PLAN! i can't believe i didn't even notice you sneaking up on me that was….. i can't start, i'll go on and on forever. how did you even get backstage? did you talk to mark or something? i don't know i guess i'm just— i'm just very surprised, you didn't even tell me anything! i'm not going to lie.. it was such a smart plan, i'm glad you were able to make it, seeing you again was so nice i almost cried having to let go of you, and yeah i tried to contain myself in front of the members but i couldn't, they had to get it though! because when you're partner is right there you can't just stand there and be normal, i did mean to trap you in that hug! god being able to wrap my arms around you again was so nice, you give such good hugs you know? i know you won't be here for long but let's make the most of our time together okay? i'm happy you're here, alright i have to go now, good night, i love you.

DECEMBER 10, 09:30 AM

hi hi!! happy to say that i will be back soon! don't be surprised if i just randomly show up in your house one day, world famous idol na jaemin in your kitchen, making himself some coffee, you might have a heart attack, i hope i don't scare you again, not like that one time after hot sauce promotions ended.. your face was hilarious, i'm sorry for that one baby, i was really just trying to surprise you.. anyway, tour picks back up in february, so we have time to be idiots and go on stupid dates, get chased down by the staff.. okay maybe not that, the last time they almost caught us was funny though. alright um— just wanted to tell you i'll be back soon! i'll make sure to pass by a convenience store and get you ice cream, and yes i'll remember to get cookie dough this time, still not sure what you have against strawberry..alright that's it! i'll see you soon, i love you!!

[nicistrying]

Monday 31st March

We had a lovely Mother's Day yesterday, took my mams and nannas out for lunch and had a really nice time

Then went to see Nanna Ann. Then came home and passed out exhausted!

Walked Mags this morning. We saw the stupid woman with her great danes today. I had Mags on her short lead and Dorothy clocked us, I shouted to the woman to get her dog, she whispered for her to go back and obviously she ignored her and came charging at us instead. We started jogging away, Dorothy caught up, we got backed into the bushes fending her off. The woman was nowhere to be seen. I got bitten in the middle of it all (thankfully by Mags and not the massive great dane). Eventually she got bored and went back to the woman but I was fucking furious. Do not A) let your dog out of your sight especially when its recall is shit, B) let it run up to other dogs whether they are on a lead or not, C) leave other people to fend your dog off theirs??? I'd be fucking horrified if Maggie started a fight and I was just wandering around not wanting to get involved. Stupid fucking bitch. I couldn't even be angry at Maggie bc she was literally just defending herself. I'm fucking sick of running into this same dog and the owner taking zero responsibility for her.

The bruising is so much worse now but this is what I sent Matt when I got home. Why am I taking bites because my extremely reactive dog is being provoked by your untrained aggressive dog?? It's no wonder Maggie is getting worse. I want to report the woman but who to? And also she could complain about Mags but the difference is I have her on her lead and actively try to avoid these horrific situations whereas she just acts like nothing happened.

Anyway I worked from home and thankfully didn't have to take calls until the afternoon. It was fine. We went back out to play ball at lunch and had a lovely time. Worked out when I finished

Then Matt and I played It Takes Two after dinner. It's hilarious, we are really enjoying it ❤️

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

You know, I love your blog and your funny/shady comments about 🐟 unable to handle her husband getting the attention and not her.

But I’ll admit, I always laughed it off because we can say that but nobody really knows what’s happening.

Until yesterday. LMAO. I know, I’m sorry for not really listening to some of y’all… but she needs some serious help and for once, to put down her goddamn phone.

I also realized that I knew she was going to try and do something to put the attention back on her and nothing she does on IG is ever a coincidence. This is the actions of a very manipulative but also very stupid individual with narcissistic tendencies. To her five asskissers, look away.

She follows that light and dwell designer the day after people made fun of her for showing her PT apt (btw, now I wonder if she was hoping people would think it was the house her husband was allegedly building for her in PT like some blogs believe)

When that didn’t work, follow this designer lady back after months (funny how she does this quite often when she’s not getting the attention she wants).

Follows some random directors. She still wants a job. That custom ugly furniture ain’t gunna pay for itself!

Posts a random photo dump of suggestive photos to indicate nothing but also making sure the ones who care will try and figure out if she’s in MA, NY, NYC, Canada, Wherever the narrative of where she lives fits.

meanwhile, her husband is in NYC filming with his attractive female costar who is much more well known than her (even if it’s the nepo baby comments) and has two films of her own coming out this month and her Madame web movie is still doing pretty well on Netflix.

Their pap photos are much better received by the general public and have comments shipping them and wishing they were together instead. Yikes!! Also…they actually do look good together. They fit.

Btw, I don’t think 🐟 is jealous of Dakota because of Chris. TBH, I don’t think she’s into her “husband” at all. From her actions, she doesn’t care about him or his well being. She cares about what his name can do for her. That’s it. And right now his name is being lumped with Dakota and not hers and I think it’s pissing her off. She needs to get those cheap outfits comped one way or another and her Liberia film isn’t cutting it. Miumiu not calling her back and nobody wants to see her in a solo pap walk….so.

Sorry to all the team asslickers on here but even you have to admit yesterday was a hilarious show your ass moment.

Sidenote: I like to think CE is putting on a bigger effort to look like he likes Dakota because Celine song is directing this film and he wants to do well for her. And also, he seems to simply just like Dakota. She’s pretty hilarious in her own right when she’s not being a flat actress 🤣 and maybe…just maybe, he wants to show you all whose watching that he does know how to act like he’s in love with someone. He just didn’t want to the last time he was in that park.

😉❤️

Yep, she doesn't care about him (and I don't think he cares about her). It's all about using his name to be mentioned in some gossip magazines. Otherwise these magazines wouldn't talk about her. And even the Portuguese magazines have to mention him when they talk about her. The Portuguese people don't care about her. I'm not even sure if they know her name.

[lunaekalenda]

sweet version - chocolates for satoru (part one)

You were sure that Satoru's locker would be full of chocolates, presents and love letters. You knew it was stupid to leave some for them yourself but, still, you're baking some in the middle of the night, a glass of coffee half empty resting near your phone on the table. You rap rhythmically on the counter with your fingernails, waiting patiently for the chocolate to melt on the microwave. The card, decorated with a simple kitty drawing and a heart, looks at your from near the bag you're gonna use to give the chocolates to him. Every second on the microwave makes you think. Are you really doing this for Satoru? The one that has half of the college students behind? Do you really think he will care about some more chocolates on Valentine's Day?

You're about to drop the chocolates but the cute mold you got for this stops you. Kitty chocolates. It was too cute to leave it at the store and, plus, that's kinda how you started to like Satoru, during that cold winter day, when a fluffy white kitty looked at you from inside his coat. When his eyes met your fascinated ones, he just smiled and took your hand, slowly resting it on the kitty's head, letting you pat him. "It was too cold for him to be outside. He doesn't seem to have a home, so he has now." That exact moment, when you took your eyes up and they collided with Satoru's blue ones, and he smiled so softly to you, with your hand still near his chest and the cat between your bodies, purring softly at your touch.

And, almost a year later of seeing him on the corridors, sharing classes and feeling your heartbeat race with every tiny interaction you had, now you're baking him chocolates. Pretty hilarious. Probably he won't even look twice at them. But, what do you lose?

After hours of mixing chocolate, sweet fillers and exasperating over bad-explained tutorials, your kitty chocolates are ready and on the fridge. With a last sigh, you close the door and go to sleep upstairs. You need to rest. Tomorrow will be a hard day.

His first chocolates were on his locker time before he arrived to school. There were also notes on his desk. Even on his chair. Satoru has definitely something (something more than his looks and his charm) that attracted everyone to him. It was so early and everything was so full of chocolates. Heart shaped ones, expensive ones, notes with cute calligraphy and even gifts could be seen on Satoru's place.

The kitty chocolates seemed to laugh at you when you looked at them, and the poorly-decorated card you were so proud of yesterday gives you a look back. Taking them on your hands, you search the closest exit to the gardens. Once outside, you feel how the fresh air takes the anxiety knot of your chest away. Sighing, you sit on a bench, in front of the pond. Taking your eyes to the chocolates, you look again at your creation. They really do look tasty.

You hear steps before a long sigh comes from your left. Satoru plays with a bag on his hands, before sitting by your side. It's maybe this your opportunity? Or are those his favorite chocolates between all the pile he has been collecting today. He takes a quick look to your hands.

"Valentine's present?" he asks. You stay quiet and silent, before sighing long. You nod once, twice, before speaking.

"Yours?" he nods again. You both sit on the bench, bodies close, but far at the same time. His long digits keep playing with the sweets inside the bag.

"Isn't it ironic?" he murmurs. "I've never took the first train to college." his whispers are audible when he sits a little closer. "I've never baked before." he gives another twist to the bag on his hands. "And I've never wanted to be here first than anyone." He releases a long sigh. "But, still, I couldn't be the first one." With a sweet smile, he stands up, letting the bag of chocolates fall in your hands. The card attached to it is written in big red colors, and your name is displayed on it.

It wasn't a gift for Satoru.

It was his gift for you.

Standing up quickly and reacting as soon as possible, without letting the cute smile leave your mouth, you run towards him, stopping Satoru near the entrance of the building. He mistook your sweets with a gift from someone. Standing in front of him, and keeping your eyes on his, you put the chocolates on his hand. His pale cheeks blush softly when he sees the "For Satoru" on the card. His eyes travel to the chocolates, and he can't help but smile when he sees the kitty shape. The moment reminds you to when you fell in love with him: close, with something making you both smile between your bodies.

"Is it Tami?" he whispers. "You baked chocolate Tamis... for me?" he seems incredibly grateful and moved. You nod under his attentive gaze. "Why?"

Taking all the air you could into your lungs, you leave your mind blank to avoid making any mistake, since you want your confession to be heard clear.

"Because I like you, Satoru."

[deepdeanvsweston]

Detective gang and their tumblr blogs

Daisy's blog: dykes4detecting

- has one blog for absolutely everything she posts, and it's all a pretty pink colour

- does also have a rarely used sideblog for fashion

- occasionally makes alarming but nonchalant posts like 'someone threw me into the Nile yesterday lmao'

- but in the tags of the same post it'll be the most devastatingly tragic admittance of feelings you've ever seen like #it was so scary though... #im scared of showers now because of it and it makes me feel so stupid #like getting my feet wet gives me heart palpitations wtf???

- also makes posts like "you'd think people would put a little more effort to kill me considering the effort I put into stopping exactly that" and nobody can tell if she's shitposting or not

- reblogs a lot of historical lesbian content and the occasional Killing Eve gifset

- also reblogs poetry, especially sapphic obviously

- posts her own blackout poetry which is quite popular

Hazel's blog: woctordatson

- back when she was 12/13 Hazel had an entirely BBC Sherlock themed blog which was in fact actually popular and well known, in tumblr anyway

- did not change her blog name from this phase

- used to write Sherlock/Watson fanfic and post it

- (Daisy brings it up every so often and when she does Hazel tells her she wished she'd drowned (jokingly ofc))

- now has several blogs for different things because she likes having everything organised

- one of the blogs is called a-stamp-a-day where she (you guessed it!) posts a stamp a day, and a little bit about it

- (I hc Hazel to collect them and have a focused interest in them)

- another blog is poetry themed, and she ofc reblogs all of Daisy's blackout poems

- reblogs a lot of those gif stimboards (visual stimmer fr fr)

- LOVES the haiku bot

George's blog: beetles-and-boatles

- posts a lot about the Mary Celeste which are half detailed research posts and the other half is just 'the mystery of the Mary Celeste lives in my head rent free'

- may also post about other unsolved mysteries too

- made one joke post about Daisy acting like he didn't know her and posting 'ok so in December the Guardian says this girl died after a cult member threw her overboard a boat in Egypt and yet the BBC had an article last week reporting how she was at her father's funeral??? I have Questions'

- however it blew up and now Daisy Wells is lowkey an unsolved mystery tumblr superstar. George finds this hilarious

- also posts pictures of his pet beetles and infodumps about them

- very very very occasionally makes an incredible vague post about his crush like 'he adjusted my school tie and I leant into his hand,,, having a crush is horrific'

Alex's blog: spaceistrans

- says he doesn't have a doctor who blog but so clearly has a doctor who blog

- has doctor who quote "In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important" as his header

- draws a lot of cute little pride icons, especially aromantic ones that are fairly popular

- also posts a lot about space like "there's an eclipse today!!!" and then he makes a post of the times in different countries you can see it

- reblogs all of George's unsolved mystery researched posts with super supportive tags like #this is so well researched!!!

- has a scheduled post each month that just says 'fuck you mom' (Daisy spam reblogs this every time it shows up on her dash)

- reblogs a lot of dw fanart and gif stimboards

[mappingthemoon]

A Christmas Miracle: I was scheduled for an MRI in January, but they called me yesterday that an earlier appointment had opened up today, so I got to have a horrifying experience of claustrophobia first thing in the morning and it only cost me $187 because I hit my ($3000!) deductible this year, instead of costing me like $1000 if I'd gotten two weeks from now as scheduled. Because the entire health insurance industry is stupid and terrible.

My PCP ordered the MRI because I'm still having chronic headaches, even though the sleep apnea device has helped with the morning headaches. I'm pretty sure I am having rebound headaches due to accidentally getting myself addicted to aspirin powders ~15 years ago when I was self-medicating my chronic headaches which may or may not actually be migraines that have simply gone untreated forever due to a combination of not having health insurance for long periods of adulthood + having a high pain tolerance + headaches being such a normal occurrence for me that even once I did have insurance and a doctor I liked, I never thought to report my headaches as an abnormal or especially painful issue until the aspirin's effect on my liver started showing up in my blood work. This freaks me out completely, but nonetheless I was still leaning heavily toward cancelling the January appointment and trying once again to cold-turkey myself off of fucking ASPIRIN, maybe take another week off work when the weather is warmer so I can ride out a mega-headache and reset my brain instead of adding another thousand or so to my total debt?

ANYWAY. I had gotten an MRI once before, but it was when I was in the ER immediately after my bicycle accident (12 years and 5 days ago!) and I was more or less unconscious and/or zonked-out on morphine, so my memory wasn't super clear. So I was brought into the MRI trailer (the MRI machine was in a trailer outside the hospital...) feeling fine, they explained the procedure, said it would take 15 minutes, and asked me if I wanted to listen to music to which I responded "nah" (it was sp-tify and I was afraid of a commercial blasting into the headphones while I was trapped in the machine, because the commercials are always ten fucking times louder than the music arrrghghhhh), I said, "It's cool, I'll be fine as long as I can close my eyes!"

They rolled me into that machine and, Reader, my dumb ass just had to take a peek. Just to see what it was Really Like! I fucking lost it, oh my god. Crying, hyperventilating, sweating, etc. They rolled me back out immediately. We did some deep breaths together and the technician held my hand, assuring me this was a normal reaction. I'm like, "Aw, shit, I have ativan in my bag! [which was all the way back in the hospital building and wouldn't have taken effect quickly enough anyway] Why didn't anyone tell me I might need it for this?" lol, and more deep breaths.

I'm still laying down, my head is immobilized in this thing, and I'm thinking to myself, "You can leave!!! You can leave if you really, really want to." But I say to the technician, "I have to do this now. I have to. I won't be able to afford it if I reschedule to next year." Which she said she understood and was sorry about. "It really only takes 15 minutes?" "Yep, just about." "Okay okay okay, I can do it."

This time I asked for classical music. There was only one commercial at the beginning, so not too bad. And Brahms' Lullabye came on, which was so weird and existentially hilarious? I successfully kept my eyes closed the whole time and practiced deep breathing (4+ years of relatively consistent daily meditation has paid off!!), but I also counted every single second of those 15 minutes. Knowing that all I had to do was count to 60 fifteen times was the main thing that kept my mind from spiralling out of control. And then, lol, around 13 minutes I realized, oh my god oh shit what if I'm counting too fast i will absolutely not be able to stay in here for AN UNKNOWN INDEFINITE AMOUNT OF TIME! SHIT! FUCK! I got to 15 minutes by my mental count and then started counting another minute and trying to rein in my terror imagination, slowwwly applying pressure to the rubber "call button" thingie -- if I ask them to stop now will they have to start the whole thing over again?? -- which dinged at the same instant they opened the door and started moving me out of the machine. My count was only ~30 seconds off but it was the longest 30 seconds! Anyway, I fuckin' did it. Merry Christmas!!!

[eldritch-spouse]

Who asked for angst huh??? no one??? I'm still serving tho-

Vinnel and his Poppet.

His cute, adorable Poppet. The one that smiles and giggles at his jokes, the one that dresses up like a pretty dolly for him, the one that cries from every single strong emotion- Oh and how emotional she is. As if she was born yesterday, embracing everything world can offer with open soul.

And her world is Vinnel. And she's ready to accept everything from him. Sometimes even a bit too much.

So, at one pretty usual day...

At first, he thinks she's just playing. Or having an attitude. Tsk-tsk-tsk- What she even thinks she's doing, hiding in the room, blanket tossed on the floor? He was generous enough to leave her in the bed for a bit longer, and now she's abusing his kindness, having a nerve to hide in the smallest gap possible – where his claws has a bit of problem to reach.

It's fine. He never had a problem with a little bit of blood in the process.

But atta-

"Your jokes are lame."

"Your style is ugly."

"You look like an oversized stupid balloon."

... Is she trying to make him mad? With this? Honestly, it's so lame it's almost hilarious- he's actually getting pissy over that fact that she's still hiding. Game is not funny, mouse is getting out of her house–

Wow. His Poppet never looked like a bigger mess – she could be a decent competition to some unfortunate souls on the death floor, uhuhu! He's kinda jealous he wasn't here to see– Oh, wait. Is it blood? Not from him... How about to grant him explanation?

... It's probably the only time he's not so happy with her voice trembling and ugly tears running– running down her unusually emotionless, yet desperate face. Her voice is dry as she quietly explains that it's "recurrence", how she woke up with this familiar pain and how she's probably missed the "signals" before.

He's not sure what is the worst part of this cruel joke. He's can't even guess, honestly. Her quiet whispers about how she doesn't want to go back to the hospital and how tired she is are kind of understandable.

Repeated "I know how it goes, I don't mind- I will be a good show material at the last- I know what now I'm not needed as anything else-" and other trembly begging as she starts crying again, grabbing his bigger palm into her's and immediately letting him go with pained, scared, unsure expression, is breaking his remaining pieces of heart.

It has been almost year after all.

And he almost finished his perfect pearl.

[I'm sorry, the language barrier is making it hard for me to understand what you're implying in certain sections. So I got a little confused.]

Vinnel is usually a funny character to make angst with, because chances are that while you're there bawling your little eyes out, this fucker is standing around with a throbbing boner, courtesy of his dacryphilia and sadism.

Even if the jester is conflicted about things, arousal is always there to taint the moment.

[toshkakoshka]

i was the anon who asked you how you thought chaipunk would get together and im dying at the thought. my brainrot thoughts: after the kiss, they both vaguely remember it happening the next day and they're awkward as fuck. and like idiots, they're just like "yeah we were so drunk yesterday" and try to forget it, thinking that's what the other wanted. but after that day, there's this heavy tension surrounding them whenever it's just them. both of them think the other couldn't possibly like them so they keep quiet. they would absolutely look at eachother when they thought the other didn't notice though. pining is like my favourite trope, like ever.

YESSSSS.... OH MY GOD... yeah im 100% writing this cause theyre fucking stupid as shit. i bet even the slightest touch from each other that day could be enough to get them to fucking COLLAPSE and its as awful as it is cringey and hilarious. again i think gwen and miles would find this so annoying cause they haven't hung out together as a group which is crazy because they're supposed to be Best Friends so what happened 😭😭😭😭

[cyarskj1899]

You better Women’s March Deez nuts bxt*h 🤣🖕🏽😭 black folks ain’t doing nothing for you hews anymore even after four years

NAURRRRR. Black and Jewish women marched to the polls yesterday and showed tf out. 💅🏼 Everybody else fucked us over. Y’all got what you voted for. White and Latina women, you’re on your own. Leave us alone.

The amount of sistas telling her to kick all the rocks is HILARIOUS! You must’ve missed the memo. We’re done with this BS. You broke it(yet again) YOU fix it. My daughters and I are staying home and watching you all make complete fools of yourselves.

and When the recession hits, I'm going to buy so many foreclosed properties it will make your head spin

And Fuck Cinco de Mayo and Ocho Cinco! Fuck all the Cincos for that matter! It’s may the 5th as of today, MAY 5th! No thoughts and prayers for the soon to be deported just CONCEPTS OF THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS which is really none at all Latinos let be real so many of you are not good allies. Black people including Afro-Latinos have every right to be pissed off. 46% of you told us white adjacency and “the economy” mattered more than helping us keeping our rights. Can’t wait to sit back and watch the same 46% cry wolf when he start separating their families for being Latino or Hispanic. We tried to protect them, but they screamed “pick me pick me”. Your wannabe tan supremacy won’t save you🖕🏽Moving forward being called a “person of color” is a slur to me as a BlkPerson & I will respond accordingly!

Sisters, beware of those ones on the job going forward Do NOT trust them

I had half of mind to leave this twitter account but I decided not to because talking to all of you is how I'm going to get through the next 4 years. Assuming we're allowed to have a vote in 2028. That is if there’s a possibility

and no, I’m not marching in no protests or buying no shirts. This what yall wanted, timer set for 2028. 2026, midterms. Wonder if we can hold on to the House and get the Senate back in 2 years That is if there’s an election. Enjoy.

I’m not putting myself on the line for any causes for the next 4 years (or probably ever, no one listens to black ppl until it’s too late I’m sick of it). it is about to get real ugly for so many ppl, it’d be stupid to protest anything right now, no I’m not signing no petitions, no I’m not donating to no gofundme, no I’m not praying for you, no I’m not reposting shit about wtf y’all got going on fuck ya , If it ain’t a black woman or someone from the LGBTQIA+ community, I’m not batting an eye. Yall got it , It’s beyond clear. They don’t need or want our help. I’m not needed nor wanted. So I’m doing me and betting on (the non self hating) black! There will not be a second, third, or fourth, not even a FIF time. I'm done. Now as for the White people and Latin people who voted for Vice President Kamala Harris, thank you, I see you, I respect it... but y'all still have plenty of work to do when it comes to your community. Don’t give up on us. We need you as much as we ride on your races. We need you. we need you. Don’t give up the fight for change and democracy.

Texas , Louisiana , and Florida won’t get one prayer out of me next hurricane season either. Suffer you guys

My best day after advice: Go live your best life, stack your paper and don’t watch cable news during Trump 2.0. Starve the media and give his bad energy no attention.

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Thirty-Two

A/N: After having a long conversation with my best friend and her helping pull me out of my anxiety induced overthinking spiral to hell, I have decided to keep the chapter I wrote. I added something stuff, and maybe it so you should know who is talking.

For those confused. Someone on wattpad said they couldn't understand who was and wasn't talking, and it sent me into a spiral yesterday. That is why I deleted it.

But just know that my mental state is still fragile at the moment, so if someone tells me they still don't understand, I will probably do something stupid, like delete the whole story. Anyway, here ya go.

YN

"You good?" Derek nodded and caught the pants that were thrown at him. "Thanks," He said and slipped the pants on. Sidney just looked at him confused and hurt. I knew exactly what was going on. Derek was one of the ghostfaces, but there was no way he killed anyone. The guy might be going to school to be a doctor but he definitely couldn't kill someone. He's too much of a pussy for that.

I started chuckling but not because it was funny. Because it made total fucking sense in a way that didn't make sense. "What's so funny?" Derek asked. "It's always the fucking boyfriend! Makes total sense, but also fucking doesn't because Derek is a fucking pussy!" I looked at Sid and threw my hands up. "He knew who you were the whole fucking time! He knew exactly what you went through, Sid!"

I turned back to the right and pointed my finger at the other person, Derek's partner. The person that had me and Sid in complete shock. "You…you I kind of understand. But not fully. So tell me, why? What's your motive?" I asked. I got a smile and a little laugh from them. One of those laughs that happen when you think back on a really good memory.

"I met Stu a year ago. He walked into the store I was working in and I recognized him right away. Of course his hair was black when I met him and not blond like it is now. I didn't tell him I knew who he was right away. Instead I offered him a place to stay and got to know him." I couldn't help but picture Stu with black hair. I shook my head and continued to listen to them drone on about meeting him.

"Then a week later I ended up confessing I knew who he was. He wasn't too happy about that at first but I was able to calm him down and reassure him I wasn't going to say anything. I found it so fascinating how his mind worked. He told me everything that happened and how he and Billy planned it and how he got away. In that span of time I found myself falling for him."

A part of me didn't want to believe that Stu had something to do with this, but my rational side knew he did. I knew from the very beginning that he had something to do with all this shit. But on the other hand I was also trying to not let my jealousy show. I was trying to make it seem like I didn't give a fuck.

"Well, you know how he is. Ridiculously handsome, caring, a complete goofball. I mean the liver alone joke! How could you not laugh at that?! It was fucking hilarious! He's so charming. I can see why you feel for him."

I rolled my eyes and looked over at Sidney who was giving me a confused look. I could feel the guilt start to bubble up inside of me. I've been messing around with him behind everyone's backs. I keep telling myself I don't want him. I don't want anything to do with him. My brain is the rational one. It's my heart that's stupid. I looked away from Sidney and looked back at the bitch standing in front of me.

"You know, I've been trying and trying and trying…" She took a step every time she said "trying" and was now only a foot from me. She looked me in the eye, anger clear as day behind them. "To get him to see me, but all he sees is you! I've done everything to try and get him to look at me the way he does you. But no…he's obsessed with you!" I wiped off the spit that landed on my cheek.

"I even tried getting rid of that geek of yours! After hearing him talk about Stu the way he did. I couldn't control myself. It was perfect though, don't you think? But of course, YOU had to get in the way. God, I thought he would have been happy but he was so pissed off because you got hurt. He was pissed when you got stabbed too. It's always about you. I've even gotten down on my knees for him."

My hands balled up into fists and I could feel the anger clawing to get out. My jaw tensed and I did everything to keep myself from pouncing on her and ripping her throat out. I could feel Sidney's eyes boring into the side of my head. I spared a quick glance at her and I knew she saw straight through me. I put up this front that I feel nothing for Stu, but she knows. She knows that I'm still in love with him.

I looked back at the bitch that kept running her mouth. She had let out a chuckle. Ine that said she was proud of herself for getting to me. "Oh…does that piss you off? Thinking about me on my knees in front of him with his c…"

she didn't even get to finish her sentence because I jumped at her. Of course, I didn't get my hands around her neck like I wanted because Derek stopped me with a knife to my throat. "Don't even try it," he told me. I looked up at him and then to the knife in his hand.

"Someone's touchy. Did I hit a nerve?" My gaze flicked back to the bitch in front of me. Before I could say anything though Sidney spoke up. "That's why you were always asking about Stu. That's why you wanted to know what he was really like before him and Billy did what they did. What are you getting at here, Hallie? You're doing this because you're jealous of my sister?" She asked, Hallie.

She then directed her attention to Derek, "I don't understand…why? Why are you doing this?" She asked. She had pain in her eyes, begging for him to tell her this was some cruel joke. He gave her an answer just not the one she wanted to hear.

"I did know who you were when we met at that party last year to welcome the freshman. I've actually been obsessed with you since I saw you on the news after what happened. I met Hallie when she came on a tour her senior year of high school. I was a freshman here. We started talking about you two and it eventually got to where she told me she knew Stu and could guarantee that I would be able to meet you because she knew that you two were going to come here," he told her.

"He wanted you and I wanted to get rid of yn," Hallie said. Our attention then turned back to her as she continued. "Make Stu see that I'm better than she is. Oh, and of course there is someone else helping us, but he seems to have pissed off somewhere." She threw her hands in the air.

Taking a deep breath she continued, "Anyway, I told Stu I would help him scare you enough that you'd run into his arms every time he showed up. That we could make the sequel he and Billy wanted. Our other partner had other ideas though and messed the plan up but I guess it all worked out. I promised Stu you wouldn't die but…after yesterday night…knowing that you slept with Stu and he was with you the whole night!"

My eyes casted over to Sidney and she gave me a confused look and I just shook my head. It was stupid to lie when she knew the truth. I've been scared that someone would either find out or that if I decided to tell someone they wouldn't believe me.

I looked away from Sidney and back at Hallie with a blank look. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I haven't seen Stu Macher since he and Billy tried killing us. So if you do have contact with him…then he's just trying to make you do his dirty work. He feels nothing for you and never will. You're just a little puppet."

She screamed, running at me and tackled me to the ground, hands around my neck, and yelling how she was going to kill me. I heard Sidney gasp and say my name. She tried to move forward but Derek wrapped his arms around her from behind and held the knife to her just like Billy had. "Sorry, but I can't let you do that, babe."