#this is a genuine question btw 😭😭😭😭

[daylighted]

Hii! I really love your stanford!dean drabbles, soooo may I request a stanford dean fic with a shy!reader?? (kinda like nerd x jock dynamic) in which dean is trying to pursue reader but reader isn't sure if he really means it bc of his personality (mostly bc he is really flirty) and all with a bit of angst but also a lot fluff ofc (sorry if it's a bit cliche I'm a whore for this trope😭😭😭)

Btw hbd!!!!💝💝💝

thank u for the happy bday omfg 😭 it's still two months away unfortunately. LMAOFIDKDJ BUT I AM PUTTING THIS IN MY BACK POCKET TO REMEMBER THAT DAY !!!

anyways ahem let me lock in.

it's not that dean didn't have game, it seemed to be that dean had too much game. you didn't like when he leaned against the doorframe you were in, posing in that way that girls liked; ankles crossed, arms crossed, head tilted down to look at you. you didn't like the arm stretch pose over the top of the doorframe either. if he wasn't so attuned to how your face lit up in a blush when he was around, he would have been convinced that you just hated doors or something.

but no, you could talk to your friends just fine, it was just─ him. which is a hard pill to swallow in of itself, but some truths just couldn't be changed.

he'd make effort too, you know. really, desperately, lay it on thick to play the nice guy, the boy next door you seemed to want. it was hard, since that was the role he'd worked so damn hard to break out of, but he'd do it. there was something about the chase that had him coming back to you, even though the game wasn't nearly as fun for you.

dean didn't think, really, was the main point. didn't think about how intense this must have been for you, didn't think about the possibility of you just ─ not liking him back? didn't think at all.

he's outside your dorm to walk you to class. a habit for him, and an irritation for you. you never could get yourself to argue with him about it, though, the words always lodged in your throat. how did you, politely, tell a football guy to get fucked? he'd take it some other way. you knew football guys, and specifically, knew this one.

dean snatches your backpack from your arms before you can shrug it on, carrying it in front of him like a little purse. maybe, you kept him around for that, too. schoolbooks were heavy, okay?

but it's the little twitch in his mouth that seems to break you. "can you just... find someone else already?" you've come to know that smile as his only preliminary warning before he says something that burns your cheeks red and almost makes you believe that this pursuit is genuine, and not just to get in your pants.

dangerous smile. those dimples could just about make anyone's panties drop ─ you'd know, you were a self proclaimed part of that statistic.

dean actually looks taken aback, slowing his steps, and you'd almost feel relieved if you didn't feel so sick that you'd hurt his feelings. and, he had your backpack, so now it was awkward. now you'd have to snatch it back before you could scramble away.

"find someone else?"

in his head, he was breaking down your walls. slowly, but surely. and here was this painstaking reminder that every wall he broke was just replaced by another.

you stare at him for a long few seconds, the halls of your building thankfully empty, except for the two of you and every question hanging in the balance.

"i don't want someone else, sweet girl," he says, his face contorted in a wince like he actually was hurt by the suggestion at all. you recoil, too, but you don't back down. quiet as hell but a viper when you had to be. backed into this conversational corner, you had to be. "hell, you think i've been chasin' you around this whole damn campus because i'm waitin' to get bored of it and start somewhere else?"

he acts like it's an unreasonable suggestion. boys like him didn't go for the girls in the bleachers. boys like him liked short skirts and pom poms. at least, that's what the movies taught you. what was he going to do next, take off your glasses and tell you that you really were beautiful, who would have guessed?

when you don't answer, dean seems to shrink back a little. he shrugs his shoulders to adjust his backpack on his back, and yours that, at some point in these ticking minutes, he had slipped on his front. "believe me, honey, this is torturous for me, too."

"torturous?" you shake your head, internally wincing at how, of all of what he said, that was the thing you latched onto. "so go find─"

"someone else. i heard you the first time." dean shakes his head, clicking his tongue after another strenuous break of silence. "it's torturous," he says slower now, like you're the one who needs to be talked in gentle words to, not him, who's seen more concussions than he's seen his family, "because you are a breath away, and yet you are so damned determined to keep that breath between us. because you seem so weary, and strung up, like at any moment, i'm gonna pull the rug away and tell you that this was some joke, and you're gonna fall on your ass and feel awful."

well. it's not like he was wrong. but now the embarrassment is worn so prominently in the pink of your face, and those awful feelings he brought up are right there, if only because you'd been so convinced that he was a terrible guy without having any sort of evidence to back it up.

dean takes a step forward, not like approaching a wounded animal but rather like he's approaching a feral beast determined to snap at his fingers. "all i want," he breathes, shaking his head, palms up in some miniscule effort of surrender, "is to buy you a coffee."

"coffee," you echo back to him. you can't help it. you glance at his double backpack situation and you have to press your mouth together to keep from laughing. maybe dean wasn't lying about this, or everything else. would someone really willingly make themselves look so silly just to keep up a ruse?

dean nods. "coffee," he says, and he notices, of course he notices, that dazzling smile of yours. he's a strong man, but he can be made into something so weak with nothing but a pair of lips and glimmering eyes. "coffee yes?"

"you have class in ten minutes."

a shrug. two backpacks lift and fall. "conveniently, i've forgotten for the next forty five minutes about that class. whoops."

you have to look away. his eyes are so earnest and he is so surprisingly silly when he's not spouting cheesy pickup lines and doing stupid poses in doorframes that you almost cannot handle to face the full onslaught of his expression. again, he asks, "coffee yes?"

you huff out a laugh. what did you have to lose, really? you'd been planning to drown in classwork for a while at the library. coffee would definitely be needed to survive that.

with an exaggerated sigh, you manage to stutter out a, "coffee yes," if only so you could see that smile on his mouth again. you were weak, too, in that regard.

and so you got coffee with the football boy, and again the next day, and suddenly it wasn't such a scary thought to hold the football boy's hand.

[a-man-in-the-crowd]

this scene was so oddly cute, monty actually taking the time to explain what he's yapping about is so funny 😭 every time monty is ebem mildly nice i laugh bc bro what are you doing you're freaking me out. and will's lil confused face

but yeah this was ALSO the scene that made me pause bc again i GENUINELY thought they knew each other, like i didn't even question it i just accepted it. monty and will using nicknames for each other is probably just another manifestation of monty trying to act like a friend with bare minimum effort (if anything it takes LESS effort to call william will so) and will probably took it as permission to call monty monty.

THE POTENTIAL THOUGH YOU'RE SO RIGHT. i'd write a fic about the concept if i had any actual ideas ngl, simply bc the concept fascinates me. like will?? being in this weird place?? if he ever had a roommate (i have doubts), he probably watched them die or sumn. all alone. and then in comes someone who looks familiar, and what else is he going to do but immediately attach himself to him?

oh yeah 'doppleganger simp' is hilarious btw, i wanna put that on a shirt

edit: and will gives major sheltered british boy vibes i said what i said. probably poor, based on his final meal. so. poor sheltered british boy vibes? 🤷‍♂️

this is a bit more on the random side, but when monty and will were first introduced, did anyone else get the immediate impression they knew each other when they were alive?

i think now there's plenty of reason to think otherwise but sometimes when i'm thinking about them i think back to their original debut.

when we first meet will it kinda seems like his name is a nickname, especially considering will refers to montresor with one as well (now, however, it seems will might actually be his name?? imagine being named will what a loser /j), they seem pretty close (they share a look when annabel's acting weird, some sort of non-verbal communication), will immediately laughs at monty's 'god-fearing gentleman' joke implying he knows better (which could've just been a case of will kissing monty's ass but yk). in general, they're introduced as a pair.

and it's not like we haven't seen characters who knew each other in their past lives — the two main characters' plotlines are revolved around this very concept — so i mean to me ig it made sense.

and ngl i'm still not fully discounting the idea they may have known each other in life, or known someone similar to each other in life, but like as we have them now i'm not so sure.

[lokh]

do we agree that if you have to send an email during work hours for it to be seen AT ALL that it defeats the point of emails in general

[bi-writes]

"the UK’s National Health Service provides free surgery to children born with facial deformities born in the UK, including cleft lip and/or cleft palate."

I found this and another source said it costs 150£ for the surgery so maybe his dad sucked too much to get him surgery as a newborn and didn't want to pay later either

wait wait wait wait is healthcare free in the UK or not???? or is it like…subsidized?

[bidokja]

I thought you kin kdj?

anon i hope this is a joke cause if this is a genuine question it is the singlemost scathing read i have ever recieved in my life 👏 bravo

[kowwpow]

attention seeker

Hello??

[swamplatibule]

hmm. see. what if i shifted all my madd lore/posts + writing and art to a sideblog since it tends to get drowned in all the shit i reblog

i have one i could use it’s just that idk if it’s worth the hassle but at the same time,,,, this blog is so disorganized that it pains me to look at especially when i try to find my own stuff

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

all these ominous close-ups of oikawa are KILLING me bro is literally just playing volleyball why are they making him look like a whole anime psychopath …… the crazy eyes and everything ….

[rainyrambles-overcod]

sorry yall I dont think I’m doing the theme week. Completely forgot about it and I have nothing planned 😪

On a separate note, should I keep going with the “Day -whatever- of drawing” stuff? I was only intending on doing it for November but honestly it’s kinda fun. It gets some notes, too, which is great.

or should I maybe just stick to trying to write and forget about the art stuff?

thoughts?

[hum--hallelujah]

who wants to buy me the riot fest deer shirt

[sluttyten]

Romantic/dating anxiety is definitely a thing (to me). I just steed into the dating world for the first time last year at the ripe age of 26 and when I tell you I’ve been anxious every time I’ve matched with someone/received a message complimenting me before we can even have a conversation/agreed to a date… it’s intense to say the least but I believe in us!

Definitely definitely a thing, like I’ve managed to give myself a decent stomachache just by overthinking this since it happened.

I don’t know what to do lmao because I have 0 experience, and like I just texted my best friend about, I shoot down every person that ever asks for my number or shows interest in me but then I also literally am always like…. looking for someone to be interested in me, but also like as soon as I know for sure they’re interested I don’t want them to be, and also I think I just feel awkward if the person is younger than me, so like when one of my coworkers clearly had a crush on me but he was like 5 or 6 years younger than me so I felt that was weird, and then this guy I don’t even know how old he is either so like that feels fucking awkward to me because nobody ever thinks I am my age, which right now I’m 27 😭 and the other day a girl I work with thought I was 23, which is a compliment but also like I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone that much younger than me 😭😭

[driftwooddestiel]

wait american mutuals adn followers i have an importnat question: do you guys’ cafeteria/eating room places really look like this ⬇️ ?

[swiftiephobe]

finally got my hands on the prequel for a book i read and loved but i read the first book almost 5 years ago now and don't remember a huge amount about it so now i'm debating whether i reread it first and THEN read the prequel or read the prequel before rereading the first so i can experience the events in chronological order

[npdfavs]

Astarion??

do you mean this guy anon

[darcyolsson]

normalize giving people better customer service because they're hot

[nicohischier]

why is raanta playing instead of freddie?