#this is not an exaggeration. this is not a joke.

[not-magdi]

-it has always been you / lando Norris

Warnings: Alkohol, some weird dude

Words: 1.5k

Reading Time: 6min 25sec

A/N

Some cute friends to lovers trope cause I‘m bored :)

Hope you love it !

Y/N and Lando had been inseparable for years. Their friendship had started in the most unexpected way—a fateful encounter at a karting event when they were kids.

Y/N’s brother had been racing that day, and she had found herself sitting alone on a cold metal bench, watching the drivers zip around the track. Lando, always full of energy and curiosity, had plopped down beside her, still in his racing suit and smelling faintly of rubber and fuel.

“You look bored,” he had said with a cheeky grin.

“I’m not,” she had replied, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Yes, you are,” he had insisted, before launching into an animated explanation of how he was going to win the championship one day. That was the start of it all.

Over the years, they had become best friends, sharing everything from late-night texts about random thoughts to spontaneous road trips when life felt too heavy. Y/N was one of the few people who truly understood Lando’s hectic lifestyle, and in turn, Lando was her anchor in a world that sometimes felt overwhelming.

But while their friendship had always been easy and natural, Y/N had been harbouring feelings for Lando for quite some time. She’d never acted on them, fearing it would ruin the bond they had. And she was convinced Lando didn’t feel the same way. Why would he? He was charming, successful, and adored by fans worldwide.

-----

Tonight, their friends Max and Pietra had insisted on a night out. Y/N had initially resisted, claiming she was too tired, but Pietra wasn’t having it.

“Come on, Y/N,” Pietra had said, practically dragging her off the couch.

“You never go out anymore. You need this. Besides, we can all use a little fun.”

“Don’t worry,” Lando had chimed in with his usual playful smirk. “I’ll make sure you don’t embarrass yourself too much.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Y/N had shot back, rolling her eyes but secretly glad he was coming.

-----

The club was alive with energy, a pulsating mix of lights and music that seemed to electrify the room. Y/N followed Max, Pietra, and Lando through the crowd, her senses overwhelmed in the best possible way. The air was heavy with the scent of perfume, alcohol, and the faint metallic tang of sweat, but it was all part of the atmosphere.

Max was the first to hit the dance floor, his exuberance unmatched as he flailed his arms in exaggerated, dramatic moves. “This is my signature!” he shouted over the music, spinning in a circle.

Y/N burst into laughter, holding onto Pietra for balance as the latter tried to mimic his wild movements. “Max, you look ridiculous!” she called out, but her voice was nearly drowned out by the pounding bass.

“That’s the point!” he yelled back, sticking his tongue out before attempting a failed moonwalk.

Lando lingered close to Y/N, his usual cheeky grin plastered on his face. “Remind me to never let him dance at my wedding,” he joked, leaning in so she could hear him better.

“You say that like you’re not just as bad,” Y/N quipped, shooting him a playful glance.

“Excuse me,” Lando replied, feigning offence. “I have moved. You’re just not ready for them.”

“Oh, I’m ready,” she teased, her smile wide.

Lando nudged her shoulder with his, chuckling. “We’ll see about that.”

They found a spot near the edge of the dance floor, where Lando casually leaned against the wall, his eyes occasionally scanning the room. But his gaze always seemed to find its way back to Y/N. She was laughing more than usual, her face glowing in the neon light. He couldn’t help but admire how the stress of her week seemed to melt away.

“You having fun yet?” he asked, leaning down so his lips were close to her ear.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes bright. “Actually, yeah,” she admitted, her shoulders relaxing as the rhythm of the music washed over her.

Pietra returned moments later, handing Y/N a cocktail in a glass rimmed with sugar. “Here, try this. It’s amazing,” she said, her excitement evident.

Y/N took a tentative sip, her lips puckering slightly at the sweetness. “Wow, that’s good.”

“See? Told you!” Pietra beamed before disappearing back into the crowd with Max.

Y/N took another sip, then another. The drink was deceptively light, the alcohol masked by the sugary flavour. Before long, Pietra was back with another, and Y/N—caught up in the excitement—didn’t hesitate to take it.

By the time she was halfway through her third drink, the room felt warmer, the lights brighter, and her laughter came easier. Everything seemed a little funnier, a little lighter as if the weight she had been carrying all week had finally lifted.

“Easy there,” Lando said when she stumbled slightly, catching her by the arm before she could lose her balance. His grip was steady, grounding.

Y/N looked up at him, her giggles bubbling over. “What? I’m fine!” she insisted, though her unsteady footing said otherwise.

“You’re having a little too much fun,” he teased, his voice warm but laced with concern.

“Isn’t that the point of tonight?” she shot back, her words slurring slightly.

Lando chuckled, his hand lingering on her arm as he guided her back to a less crowded spot. “Alright, I’ll give you that. But maybe slow down a bit?”

“Party pooper,” she mumbled, sticking her tongue out at him.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress his grin. Y/N rarely let loose like this, and while he loved seeing her happy, a part of him couldn’t shake the need to keep her safe.

As they stood off to the side, Y/N’s attention was caught by a man weaving his way through the crowd toward her. She didn’t notice the way Lando’s posture tensed, his playful demeanour replaced by a quiet vigilance.

The man stopped in front of her, his height forcing her to crane her neck to meet his gaze. “Hey there,” he said, flashing what he probably thought was a charming smile. “Haven’t seen you around here before.”

Y/N offered a polite smile, stepping back slightly. “Oh, I’m just here with friends.”

He didn’t take the hint. “Well, lucky for me I found you. Can I buy you a drink?”

“No, thanks,” she replied, her voice tight. She glanced at Lando, who was already stepping closer.

The man leaned in, his tone dropping. “Aw, come on. Just one.”

Before Y/N could respond, Lando was at her side, his arm slipping around her waist with practised ease. The gesture was protective but natural as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Hey, babe,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Everything okay?”

Y/N looked up at him, her relief palpable. “Yeah,” she murmured, leaning into his side.

The man’s expression shifted, annoyance flickering across his face. “Didn’t realize she was taken,” he muttered, backing off with a forced smile.

“Yeah, she is,” Lando said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As the man disappeared into the crowd, Y/N exhaled a shaky breath. “Thank you,” she said, looking up at Lando with wide eyes.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied, his hand lingering on her waist for a moment longer before letting go. “Let’s get some air.”

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Outside, the cool night air was a welcome relief from the heat of the club. Y/N shivered slightly, and without a word, Lando shrugged off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders.

“Lando, you’ll freeze,” she protested, though she made no move to take it off.

“I’ll survive,” he said with a small smile. “Besides, you need it more than I do.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the distant hum of the city filling the air. Y/N clutched his jacket, her mind replaying the scene from the club.

“When you said you were my boyfriend…” she began hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. “It… it made me feel something. Something good.”

Lando turned to her, his expression unreadable. “Yeah?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing. “I know you were just pretending, but… I’ve thought about it before. You and me.”

He stepped closer, his heart pounding. “You have?”

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “For a while now. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”

Lando reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. “Y/N,” he said softly. “I’ve liked you for so long, but I was afraid I’d ruin what we have.”

“You wouldn’t ruin anything,” she whispered, meeting his gaze.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the world around them fading away. Then, slowly, Lando leaned in, giving her every opportunity to pull away. She didn’t. Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that deepened as their feelings finally found an outlet.

When they pulled apart, Y/N smiled, her forehead resting against his. “So… not just pretending, then?”

“Not even a little bit,” he replied, his voice warm and full of affection.

As they walked back into the club, hand in hand, Max and Pietra spotted them immediately.

“About time,” Max said with a grin, clinking his glass against Pietra’s.

Y/N and Lando laughed, but neither let go of the other’s hand for the rest of the night.

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[itsnesss]

𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 | minho (xo,kitty) × fem!reader

summary | during a weekend getaway, unspoken tension between you and minho comes to a head despite his relationship. a stolen kiss leaves you conflicted, torn between your feelings and doing what’s right

warnings | fluff, infidelity, tension, kisses, emotional conflict

word count | 1.6 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The invitation arrived unexpectedly at night. You were about to finish your tasks when your phone buzzed with a message in the group chat you shared with your friends.

Min Ho: "Hey, losers. This weekend, I’m inviting you to my dad’s cabin. Before you start making pathetic plans, confirm who’s coming. It’s going to be epic."

You stared at the message, surprised. Min Ho didn’t usually organize things like this… or at least, he didn’t invite everyone. Yuri was the first to reply.

Yuri: "Of course, we’re coming! Although I can’t believe you’re being generous. Is this a joke?"

Juliana: "I’m in! I wouldn’t miss it!"

Q: "Count me in."

Then, a message from Stella, his girlfriend, appeared.

Stella: "It’ll be fun. 💕"

For a moment, you hesitated. There was something about the idea of spending a weekend with Min Ho that made you feel… nervous. For months, there had been this strange tension between you two: glances that lasted longer than they should, little jokes only you understood, and an electricity you tried to ignore. But he had a girlfriend. And you weren’t that kind of person.

Still, you finally typed: "I’m in."

Min Ho: "Good choice. See you Friday at 5 PM. Don’t be late.

The weekend came quickly. Everyone gathered in the KISS parking lot, where Min Ho waited with his cars. Stella took the passenger seat, and you ended up in the back, squeezed between Yuri and Juliana. During the ride, Min Ho drove with a confidence that was as infuriating as it was attractive, throwing sarcastic comments that seemed aimed directly at you.

"Ready for the best weekend of your life?" he asked, briefly glancing back at you with a smug grin.

"I don’t know, Min Ho. You’ll have to try really hard to impress me," you replied, crossing your arms.

The "cabin" turned out to be a luxury villa in the middle of the forest, with huge windows, modern furniture, and a lake view straight out of a postcard. "Welcome to paradise," Min Ho said, spreading his arms wide.

The afternoon passed with board games, walks by the lake, and laughter. Stella was more interested in her phone than the group, leaving Min Ho free to talk to you more than he should have. His comments seemed harmless, but there was something in his tone and the way he looked at you that made your heart beat faster than usual.

When night fell, Yuri suggested using the outdoor jacuzzi. "It’s the perfect way to end the day!"

"I hope you all brought decent swimsuits," Min Ho said, throwing you a teasing look.

"I hope you talk less," you shot back, meeting his gaze.

The jacuzzi was surrounded by warm lights that gave the garden a tranquil atmosphere. Everyone got in, laughing, and for a while, you managed to relax. Min Ho, as always, dominated the conversation with exaggerated stories, but his eyes kept finding yours. That invisible connection you’d both been ignoring was there, growing stronger by the minute.

One by one, your friends began to leave the jacuzzi. Yuri and Juliana were the first, saying they were cold. Then Q, who yawned dramatically before saying goodnight. Finally, Stella said, "I’m going to bed, love. Don’t stay too long," planting a kiss on Min Ho’s cheek before disappearing into the villa.

Now, you were alone with him. You tried to focus on the starry sky, but the silence between you was too heavy. Finally, Min Ho broke the ice.

"Why do you always do that?"

You turned to him, confused. "Do what?"

"Pretend like nothing matters to you," he said, leaning against the edge of the jacuzzi as he stared at you.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Min Ho," you replied, crossing your arms.

"Yes, you do," he insisted, with that infuriating smile that made your heart race and drove you crazy at the same time.

"If you’re looking for a fight, find someone else," you retorted, turning your gaze back to the water.

But he didn’t back down. "I’m not looking for a fight. I just want to understand why you act like you don’t feel the same way I do."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Min Ho, you have a girlfriend."

"That doesn’t answer my question," he said, leaning a little closer to you.

You looked him straight in the eye, trying to stay calm. "Because it doesn’t make sense, Min Ho. We’re different. You’re… you. And I don’t want complications."

"Complications?" he repeated, as if he couldn’t believe it. "Is that what you think I am?"

"No," you admitted softly. "But all of this would be. I don’t want to be the reason someone gets hurt."

For a moment, Min Ho didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, a mix of frustration and something else in his eyes. Finally, he spoke. "Do you know what your problem is? You always try to do the right thing, even when it’s not what you want."

"And that’s a bad thing, according to you?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but…" he began, then stopped. He sighed, as if he was about to confess something important. "I’ve been trying to ignore this for months. But every time I’m near you, it’s like nothing else exists."

His words left you breathless. You wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come. And then, before you could think about what you were doing, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow, intense, and full of everything you both had been holding back. His hands gently cupped your face, while the world around you seemed to disappear. But just as you were starting to lose yourself in the moment, reality hit you like a bucket of cold water.

You pulled away abruptly, your heart pounding. "This shouldn’t have happened," you said, moving away from him.

Min Ho looked at you, confused. "Why not?"

"Because you have a girlfriend, Min Ho. Stella trusts you. I can’t be that person."

"And what about what I feel? Or what you feel?" he asked, his voice softer this time.

"That doesn’t matter. It can’t matter," you whispered, your eyes filled with a sadness you couldn’t hide.

You quickly got up, wrapping the towel around your body. "I’m sorry, but this isn’t right."

Without waiting for a response, you walked back to the villa, leaving Min Ho alone. His words, and the warmth of his kiss, echoed in your mind as you walked away. This shouldn’t have happened. It couldn’t happen. And yet, a part of you wished things were different.

[layingeggs]

As much as I love Piccolo, I don't think anyone finds him attractive. They find him to be 'the dad who stepped up'. That's his charm. But I don't think that makes him attractive. It makes him attractive in a meme sort of way but not in the way of anyone finding him arousing.

I'm attracted to men. But this is a tough subject because of the whole thing of 'fictional women represent what patriarchy wants men to desire from women and fictional men represent how patriarchy wants men to aspirationally see themselves'.

There's loads of men in film and television I like, because they're played by real actors who are human beings who are often attractive. I really like Dave Lister from Red Dwarf. He's a beautiful man playing a lazy slob character. He's the male equivalent of Misato from NGE.

There's not really anything like that in animation. The male lazy slob archetype in cartoons and anime is rarely drawn with a soft hairy belly. A belly that invites you to touch. Distractingly so.

Usually, fat guys in animation are exaggerated and have hard rigid bellies.

Like, going from Piccolo in Dragon Ball, to Yajirobe. He's closer to the slob archetype. When he was originally introduced, he was one of the strongest men in the world, able to easily take out Demon King Piccolo's top henchmen, but he quickly got powercrept out of the show and became the cowardly fat guy who runs away from Vegeta and isn't interested in training.

And like, we get upskirt shots of Yajirobe, but they're joke upskirt shots. They're not presented nearly in the same way as Bulma's upskirt shots. And Akira Toriyama doesn't think about what's in Yajirobe's pants the same way he does Bulma. And it shows.

So I don't know. I don't really think of animated male characters as being sexy.

Oh, but there are certain characters I headcanon as being more attractive than they are in canon. I think other people do this too. I think other people do that too if you look at fanart.

Normally, I hate it when fanartists take a female character who's rather plain in canon and make her ultra curvy in fanart, because female characters of that body type already exist and are ubiquitous across media. But if you make muscly male characters softer or make thin male characters fatter or make fat hairless male characters hairier, I think that's completely sensible because we are starving for that stuff without the fanart!

What is even the average standard of a sexy male character. cartoon guys don't do a thing for me so I can't use my own judgment, and I'm not sure I can judge by other people's tastes because my experience with male characters going viral is entirely tumblr. What's the normal world take, does anyone know.

I'm gonna wildly guess ned flanders. Is it ned flanders?

Wait, anime is more popular. Is it piccolo?

Is it ned flanders and piccolo???

[boldchaoswhite]

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐂𝐬

Hellos! Back at it again with some love for my Sebastian peoples! If you looking for the Ominis Gaunt HCs they here! Divider by: @adornedwithlight Enjoy!

In General:

Sebastian is the kind of person who would stand by you through thick and thin. He’s the first to defend you, whether it's against unfair professors, or judgmental peers.

He has a protective streak, but it's never overbearing. He trusts his partner to hold their own but always keeps an eye out, just in case.

Sebastian loves teasing you, especially when he knows it’ll make you smile. If you’re ever feeling down, he’ll pull out all the stops—bad jokes, exaggerated impressions of classmates, or silly faces behind Professor Sharp’s or any teacher's back.

Seeing you excel at something makes Sebastian absolutely beam with pride. Whether it’s a flawless potion, a jaw-dropping spell, or a perfect score in flying class, he’s your number one cheerleader.

He’s definitely the type to brag about you to anyone who’ll listen: “Did you see them out there? Absolutely brilliant!”

Sebastian thrives on a little friendly competition. He adores dueling with you, always pushing you to test your limits while trying (and sometimes failing) not to hold back.

If he loses, he’s a good sport—but he’ll definitely want a rematch. “Best two out of three, love?”

He loves little gestures, like sneaking you notes with charming scribbles or leaving flowers on your desk before class. He’ll deny it was him, but his smirk gives him away.

He’s a big fan of cozy library dates where you both “study,” though it often turns into him whispering stories and making excuses to lean closer to you.

Exploring the Forbidden Forest or sneaking into restricted areas of Hogwarts becomes ten times more fun with you. 

Despite his playful nature, Sebastian opens up deeply with you. He appreciates your ability to listen and offer advice, especially when he talks about his family or the struggles he faces.

 If someone compliments how well you two complement each other, he’ll beam and say, “That’s us—a dynamic duo.”

He’s the type to memorize all the little details about you—your favorite places, the way you take your tea, or the way your face lights up at certain spells. He uses this knowledge to make you feel special daily.

Sebastian finds it exciting and endearing when you take the reins, whether it’s planning a date, initiating a duel, or calling him out on his antics. He’d grin and say, “I don’t mind letting you take charge…this time.”

He’s fiercely proud of your accomplishments and doesn’t hold back in bragging about you to anyone who’ll listen.

If anyone speaks ill of you, he’s the first to step in, protective and fiery. He’s loyal to a fault and refuses to let anyone disrespect you.

Like him, you’d also have a protective instinct when it comes to his well-being, especially if he's putting himself in dangerous situations or not taking care of himself.

If you two ever argue, he’ll pace and brood for a while but always returns with an apology, doing whatever it takes to make things right.

Sebastian spends a good chunk of time agonizing over how to make it up to you. Should he bring you a gift? Write a letter? Apologize in person? He debates every option and inevitably decides he just needs to see you.

He’ll try his best not to make the same mistake twice. He knows his pride and impulsiveness can get the better of him, but he’s determined to grow for you.

Sebastian is the definition of a physical touch person. Whether it’s casual or intentional, he loves to be close to you in every way possible.

He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder while you’re reading or writing.

If you’re sitting on a couch or the grass, his head is absolutely in your lap. Bonus points if you play with his hair—it’s his favorite thing.

Loves putting an arm around your waist when standing near you, a quiet way of saying, “You’re mine.”

Constantly reaching for your hand (even if it’s just to hold it for a second while walking side by side.)

Sebastian has absolutely no shame when it comes to reaching over and snagging a bite of your meal or treat.

He grins at you with a playful “What? You weren’t going to finish it, were you?” even if you were clearly mid-bite

However, he’s the type to offer you the last bite of his food as a peace offering. He acts like it’s no big deal, but it secretly melts his heart when you accept it.

If you’re lounging together, Sebastian will drape himself over you like a blanket. He doesn’t care if it’s practical, he just wants to be close to you.

He’s the type to grumble if you need to get up for anything: “No, no, you’re not allowed to move. I’m comfortable.”

Whether it's a hand on his arm, a kiss on his cheek, or you curling up next to him on the couch, Sebastian loves it. He craves the closeness, even if he doesn’t always show it.

When he’s tired, Sebastian becomes even more affectionate, mumbling soft compliments into your ear and pulling you closer.

Sebastian has a knack for knowing your favorite treats and often sneaks some your way during breaks or after classes.

You’d tease him playfully, calling him out on his pride or over-the-top gestures, but you always make sure to remind him that you love him exactly as he is.

(Okie random little visual thing from a movie, remember that scene from Little Woman (2019) when Laurie gets Jo a drink of alcohol and he stands in front of her to make sure she isnt seen. That scene SCREAMS Sebastian to me…honestly multiple scenes in that movie reminds me of Sebastian.)

When Sebastian is jealous, at first, he tries to play it cool, but his body language gives him away. His jaw tightens, his arms cross, and his gaze sharpens a bit as he watches the situation unfold.

He’ll quietly assess the person causing his jealousy, as if measuring up to them. He’s confident, but he still wants to know what he’s “up against.”

He’ll turn up the charm and make sure you’re reminded of why he’s your guy. Whether it’s showcasing his talents in a duel, cracking a clever joke, or casually slipping an arm around your waist, he’s subtly saying, “They can’t compete with me.”

He’s fiercely loyal, and jealousy brings out his protective side. If someone is making you uncomfortable, he’s quick to step in.

While jealousy might spark a reaction, Sebastian would never try to control or stifle you. He respects you too much for that and trusts you deeply, even if he’s wary of others.

If you’re scared or shaken, he’ll soften completely. He’ll hold your face in his hands, his thumb brushing away any tears, and speak to you in a soothing voice.

He won’t leave your side, staying close enough that you can feel his warmth, as if his presence alone can protect you from anything else.

If you’re sick, Sebastian transforms into the most doting and attentive caretaker you could ask for. His usual mischievous energy is channeled into making sure you’re comfortable, well-cared for, and maybe even a little spoiled.

The moment he notices you're feeling unwell, he’s there, asking you if you need anything, his voice laced with worry. “What’s wrong? How do you feel? Do you need anything?”

Sebastian, despite his usual fierce nature, would likely try to make you a comforting meal or brew a healing potion. He may not be the best cook, but he’s definitely trying his best!

If he’s really stressed about you being sick, he might get a little moody, but only because he hates seeing you in pain. (Sulky Seb is funny to me XD)

You’d always be there for him, supporting him through his battles, whether it’s his internal struggles or external challenges.

You'd understand that he sometimes hides his vulnerability and encourage him to open up, assuring him it’s okay to lean on you.

You’d also be quite empathetic, recognizing when he’s bottling up his emotions or struggling internally. You’d always be there to gently coax him into talking about his feelings, ensuring he knows you’re not going anywhere.

You enjoy the playful side of your relationship with him, and it brings out a more lighthearted side of both of you.

Nicknames:

Sebastian has a talent for coming up with affectionate nicknames.

Love: His go-to when he’s feeling soft and romantic.

Sweetheart: Reserved for when he’s trying to comfort or cheer you up.

Starlight: A nod to your brilliance, whether in academics, magic, or just how much you light up his life.

Boss: When you take charge or get your way, he’ll smirk and say, “Alright, boss, what’s next?”

Shortcake: If you’re shorter than him, he’ll use this teasingly. Bonus points if you’re feisty about it.

Minx: If you’ve managed to outwit or distract him, he’ll say this with a smirk and a glint in his eye.

Princess/Prince: If he’s doting on you or spoiling you, he’ll call you this, sometimes sarcastically, sometimes genuinely.

My Dove: Reserved for private moments, when he’s feeling especially tender.

The Better Half: He’ll use this jokingly, but you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

Snacker: If he catches you sneaking food between classes, he’ll say this every time.

Firefly: If you’re glowing with excitement or passion about something, he’ll call you this.

Big FEELS:

When everything goes quiet and his thoughts are left to swirl around the painful memories, that’s when he can’t keep the walls up anymore. There are nights when he simply breaks down, overwhelmed by emotions he tries so hard to keep in check.

Even if he was completely alone, he’d try to stifle his sobs, not wanting to admit just how much he’s hurting inside. His tears would come in soft, quiet bursts, and sometimes it feels like he’s trying to “cry it out” in silence.

Sebastian would never admit that he needs comfort or help. He might brush off your concern with a quick joke or a sarcastic comment. But when you reach out to comfort him, to offer him a hug or just a hand to hold, it would be the thing that breaks him down.

There’s a part of him that’s convinced he doesn’t deserve to be happy. He’s made mistakes, and the weight of those mistakes hangs over him. His guilt is constant, and there are nights when it’s so overwhelming that he can’t ignore it anymore. Even if he’s surrounded by friends or loved ones, a deep, gnawing voice tells him that he’s unworthy of their care.

Slowly, he’ll let himself be vulnerable in front of you. He might not be able to speak the words at first, but his actions will show that he’s starting to trust you with the parts of him that scare him the most. He’ll allow you to hold him, touch him, and be there for him in a way that he’s never let anyone before.

He won’t ever want you to pity him, but knowing that you accept him fully—imperfections and all—will be something that deeply touches him.

When the pain of missing Anne becomes too overwhelming, Sebastian often withdraws into himself. He might go silent, retreating into his own thoughts, distancing himself from everything around him. His pride won’t allow him to show how deeply affected he is, so he’ll keep everything to himself, even if it’s slowly eating at him.

When the silence gets too much, he’ll be the type to walk around the castle at night, trying to clear his head, but it’s always there…

The guilt he feels over not being able to protect Anne, especially when her condition worsens, is crushing. He constantly blames himself for not finding a way to cure her, not being strong enough to stop whatever happened. Even though he tries to push these thoughts away, they linger, festering in the back of his mind.

On the surface, Sebastian might act like he’s fine, but inside, he’s constantly at war with himself. He’s angry at the world for being so unfair, at himself for being helpless, and at the helplessness he feels every time he looks at Anne’s condition.

He is short-tempered or moody, especially when people ask about his sister or bring up anything remotely related to her.

Sebastian doesn’t need words to feel comforted. When he misses Anne, he needs quiet reassurance. He needs someone who will just be there with him, not forcing him to talk but offering a presence that lets him feel understood.

If you’re aware that he’s struggling with the weight of missing Anne, you might find ways to show him you’re there without pushing him too hard. Maybe you sit beside him in silence, offering a gentle touch or a soft hand on his back, allowing him to lean into you if he needs to. 

 You might tell him, “I’m here. Whenever you need me.” It’s a simple statement, but to him, it’s a promise that someone will always be by his side.

Despite how much he misses Anne and how emotionally vulnerable he feels, Sebastian’s instinct to protect those he cares about is powerful. If you notice that he’s struggling or offering more intense gestures of affection or protectiveness, he’s silently asking for your patience.

like as last time i said: If I think of more ill post them here, hope you enjoyed! Love you all~! If you looking for the Ominis Gaunt HCs they here!

[tqlepatia]

Hi! Can I request a bot? Post-canon Jinx joined firefights and raising Isha with reader. Isha lost her hands instead of dying.

─ Isha survived. ( Post - canon )

The setting sun bathes the Firelights’ hideout in a warm, orange glow. It’s calmer than usual—no missions today, no chaos to clean up—just the quiet hum of a new kind of life. You watch Jinx and Isha in one of the open spaces, the two of them focused on something they’ve scavenged earlier.

You can’t help but think back to how this all started—how close you came to losing Isha. The explosion that nearly killed her, the pain of not knowing if she would survive, the way everything felt frozen in time as you tried to save her. Her hands were damaged beyond repair, the blast leaving her with nothing but broken parts. She was a breath away from death.

But now, here she is, sitting cross-legged on the floor, her new mechanical hands resting on her lap as Jinx leans over her, demonstrating how to assemble one of the smaller tools they’d scavenged. It’s incredible how far she’s come, how much she’s adapted. There’s barely any talking—there doesn’t need to be. Jinx is all exaggerated gestures and grins, and Isha’s watching her with sharp, focused eyes, nodding every now and then.

You step closer, settling down beside them. Isha looks up, catching your gaze with a small smile before returning her focus to the task at hand. Jinx notices you, tilting her head.

“Hey, babe,” she says, her voice warm, as it always is when it’s just the three of you. “You here to supervise or steal my student?”

You smirk, resting your chin on your hand as you glance at Isha. “Maybe both. Pretty sure she’s already better at this than you.”

Jinx gasps, mock-offended, before flashing Isha a grin. “Don’t listen to her, kid. She’s just jealous.”

Isha rolls her eyes but signs something quickly with her hands, making Jinx laugh. You catch it too—something about “you’re both bad at this.”

“Oh, she’s got jokes now, huh?” Jinx grins wider and ruffles Isha’s hair, earning an exaggerated groan as the kid ducks away.

[yara0546]

Nct dream reaction when you cook for them

Pairing:  nct dream x female!reader

Genre: fluff, relationship.

Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, because I sometimes use a translator in some sentences.

Mark Lee

Mark is genuinely touched by your gesture. As he takes the first bite, his eyes widen in surprise.

“Whoa, this is so good! Did you really make this yourself?” he asks, a hint of awe in his voice. He can’t stop praising your cooking throughout the meal and might even ask you for the recipe. Mark would definitely want to learn how to cook with you next time—just don’t be surprised if he’s a little clumsy in the kitchen!

Huang Renjun

Renjun is low-key impressed but tries to play it cool. He nods in approval as he takes a bite.

“This is really nice. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” he says, though his expression shows how much he appreciates it. He might jokingly critique the presentation, but it’s all in good fun. Deep down, he’s already planning to return the favor by making you something even better.

Lee Jeno

Jeno is the type to be super encouraging and appreciative. As soon as he sees the meal, his eyes light up.

“This looks amazing! I can’t believe you made this!” he says enthusiastically. He’d probably eat a little too fast because it’s so good, and then sheepishly ask for seconds. Jeno might even take a picture of the food to show off to the other members later.

Lee Haechan

Haechan’s reaction is a mix of teasing and genuine love for your cooking.

“Wow, are you trying to spoil me? Because it’s working,” he jokes, flashing you a mischievous grin. As he eats, he exaggerates his reactions, making over-the-top comments like, “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life!” But beneath the playful teasing, he’s truly grateful for your effort.

Na Jaemin

Jaemin’s reaction is pure boyfriend material. He smiles softly when you present the meal and makes you sit down with him right away.

“You’re amazing. Thank you for this,” he says, giving you his full attention. As he eats, he compliments every single detail, from the taste to the effort you put into it. He might even insist on doing the dishes afterward because he can’t let you do all the work.

Zhong Chenle

Chenle would be absolutely delighted and very vocal about it.

“Wow, this looks like something from a restaurant!” he exclaims, taking a moment to admire the food before digging in. He’d probably hype you up the entire time, saying things like, “You should open your own restaurant!” or “The members are going to be so jealous!” His excitement is contagious, and he might even jokingly call you his personal chef.

Park Jisung

Jisung would be a little shy at first, especially if this is your first time cooking for him.

“This looks really good,” he says quietly, his cheeks slightly pink. As he eats, he gets more comfortable and starts complimenting the taste. “You’re really talented,” he admits, looking genuinely impressed. Jisung might even get curious about the cooking process and ask you to teach him someday.

[rouge-fauna]

Given that the “If YouTubers Were Honest” video seems to be the breaking point talked about by both Dream in his stream and Tommy in his recent podcast, I kinda wanna talk about it a little more for a second.

(note: I haven’t seen the podcast because I refuse to pay and missed my opportunity when it was on YouTube but here are a couple summaries/transcripts of both it and Dream’s stream from two different pastebins).

First off, personally, I don’t even find the video funny. (I mean the best part is arguably the Philza rap, but anyways.) Clearly, Dream was massively hurt by it, as he says in his stream and as evident by the scathing text messages he evidently sent to Tommy afterwards. But I don’t think it’s hard to see why he’d be hurt. It’s already a painful situation, he’s already under fire from fans and then this just makes it worse. Dream and his family are currently dealing with doxing and scary things, meanwhile Tommy thinks it’s a good idea to make a video joking about it? wtf. That’s messed up any way you spin it in my mind. You can say the qsmp fans weren’t the people coming after Dream but we know this isn’t true, you can say the video didn’t make that big of a difference but it has 2.2 millions views so I hardly think so. If we know anything about the internet it’s that often humor goes over people’s heads.

The biggest argument made by Tommy that is also mentioned by Tubbo recently, is that the video is satire, and a joke so it was supposed to be funny and not taken seriously. But here’s the thing, satire is based on truth. It’s using irony, sarcasm, exaggeration of truths widely known in a humorous way to humiliate someone or a group of people, often to point out a flaw or corruption and such. One of the most famous satires is A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Smith which suggests that in order to solve the problems of poverty in Ireland the poor should butcher their children and sell them for food for the rich. This is ridiculous, but also based in truth right? Ireland was actually dealing with poverty and starvation as a result of over population so why not eat the children. Technically, as ridiculous as it is, it is still based on truth even if an extremely over the top answer with crazy reasoning. But technically speaking, it would solve the issues that exist. That’s part of why it works to make fun of the corruption and poor logic of the elite and politicians, as well as their callousness toward the suffering people of the lower class. Satire is the extension of irony and irony is based off of the truth. Dramatic irony is when the audience knows something the character does not, which makes what the character does problematic often in a funny or tragic way. If you’ve seen Wicked then a foreshadowing dramatic irony in the song “The Wizard and I” is about how ‘there will be a day where all of Oz celebrates her and she’ll be so happy she can melt’, which the audience knows is pretty true from The Wizard of Oz, only her melting is her death and all of Oz celebrates that. It’s true, that’s what makes it funny or tragic and satire is just the extreme extension of that.

What Tommy did, was not the truth. He lied, something Dream specifically points out as a main problem he had with the video. Tommy didn’t do satire, he wasn’t highlighting a specific flaw in Dream and Quackity or irony in the situation, he just painted a narrative that wasn’t true and used that to make fun of Dream. That’s the problem with it, that’s why it’s hurtful and not funny (in my opinion). It’s missing the satirical elements of irony and sarcasm that come from being clever with the truth. And that’s why Dream was hurt by it because Tommy made a video lying about a situation where people were already rallying against him, to an audience who already hates him. Tommy just straight up made fun of Dream for laughs in one of the lowest points in Dream’s life.

Even further, what’s also flawed with the argument that it was just a joke is what Tommy says in the podcast

“He didn’t expect Dream to snap at him over the “If YouTubers Were Honest” video. He used that video to test Dream because he had many friends telling him that Dream’s a bad person but Tommy told them no and didn’t believe them. After he posted the video, Dream sent him a very long angry message that was full of horrible words, which made Tommy realize Dream’s a bad guy.”

Tommy didn’t expect Dream to snap? But also did it as a test? Seriously?! Oh let me see how far I can make fun of Dream until he snaps at me and when he does this confirms he’s a bad guy… it’s just a joke my ass, you didn’t just make a video for laughs, you made it in your own words to test Dream and your friendship, furthermore to test how far you could push him until he snaps (<- huh wouldn’t you know, isn’t that a familiar idea…). During a time when you know his mental health is suffering and he and his family are being actively doxxed. That’s just insane. That’s like… like… it’s so wild I’m struggling for an analogy… it’s like kicking a starving animal to test how dangerous it is and then after it finally bites you, labeling it a danger to society…

In summary, Tommy didn’t make a satirical video joking about Dream, he performed a humiliating skit about Dream, making fun of him. In order to test if Dream would snap at him and then labels Dream a bad guy when he does…

[yyaktayak]

Chapter 1

Kimaya’s Pov.

I giggled softly as I scrolled through my phone, reading the tweets from my friends. Of course, they were losing their minds over me and Josh posting another picture together. They kept joking that we were more than just "best friends," but that couldn't be further from the truth. It was just us, messing around, doing what we always did. Nothing more, nothing less.

Josh was my best friend. We were always there for each other, never putting labels on what we had. Still, every time someone mentioned anything about us being "more," it made me second-guess things—if only for a second.

I pushed the thoughts aside as I grabbed my blanket and threw it over my legs, curling up on the couch. The room was cozy, the soft hum of the TV in the background, when suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted my peace. I frowned, setting my phone down. Who could it be?

I opened the door, expecting maybe a delivery person or one of the neighbors, but instead, I was greeted by Josh—looking ridiculously good in his grey sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt, carrying a DoorDash bag like he was the most casual delivery guy on earth.

"Josh?" I blinked at him. "What are you doing here?"

He gave me that cocky grin I knew all too well, like he owned the place. "Hey, Ra. I got you food. DoorDash delivery, as requested." He held out the bag, barely trying to hide the teasing glint in his eyes.

"I know you didn't diss my delivery guy to bring this shit yo self," I said, crossing my arms my thick accent coming out. "You seriously walked all the way over here just to pretend to be a DoorDash driver?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, stepping inside before I could say anything else. "Well, I thought ya mighta need sum food, and I did feel like seeing ya . so, yeah. you're welcomema."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up. "You're such a liar. You ain order this. you just wanted an excuse ta come hang boy."

He grinned even wider, clearly pleased with himself. "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. But now that I'm hea, I'm staying. Food's on the counter. I'm crashing fa the night."

I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he dropped the DoorDash bag on the kitchen counter and kicked off his sneakers like he was settling in for a long visit.

"wait-"

"Oh, I'm not just 'coming over' fa a quick hang," he interrupted, already sinking onto the couch like he lived here. "I'm spending da night mama. We'll watch movies, eat pizza, and I'm cuddling with you Ra. Don't even try to protest. You know the drill and don't try me I'll tackle ya ass down ." He said his thick Louisiana accent piercing through .

I blinked at him, completely dumbfounded but his accent definitely did things to me.. "ya serious right now? And what do you mean 'cuddle'?"

He gave me a look that screamed 'really?' and patted the spot next to him on the couch. "Ra, you Always invite me over, even if you don't say the words. Plus, you're not getting out of this one. You can't resist me."

My heart skipped a beat at the cocky tone in his voice, but I quickly pushed the feeling aside. It was Josh. Nothing new here .

"I definitely can resist you, thank you very much Mr.Fatu," I retorted, walking over to the couch and grabbing the pizza box. "But fine, you're here, you're crashing. Whatever." I said rolling my eyes .

Josh made an exaggerated sigh of relief as he reached for a slice of pizza. "Ra what I told you bout rollin ya eyes at me, but good knew you'd come around. na, about that cuddle part..."

I looked at him slightly admiring him before shaking my head  as I sat down next to him. "ya not gon let it go, huh?"

"na," he said with a sly grin. "Cuddle time. I'm cold, Ra. And you're the only one who can warm me up."

I rolled my eyes again, but I could feel the warmth creeping up my neck. "You're ridiculous," I muttered, but the truth was, I wasn't exactly protesting. I'd always been comfortable around Josh, and the idea of us just... being close, as stupid as it sounded, didn't feel weird. Not really.

"Come on, Ra," he said, nudging me with his shoulder. 'We're "best friends"Just let me cuddle you like the old times. I'm not gonna bite."

I couldn't help it. The teasing tone in his voice, the way he said "old times" like it was some sweet inside joke—it made my heart do something funny. Something I wasn't ready to name yet.

I finally gave in with a dramatic sigh. "fine, but you bet not leave me like you did without telling me ."

He grinned like he'd won the lottery. "I told you I was sorry ma it was last minute. But Ima get the blanket, and you're getting the cuddles. Simple as that."

Before I could respond, he grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over both of us, pulling me close as he made himself comfortable.

I let out an exaggerated groan but didn't pull away. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, settling in like this was the most natural thing in the world. And to be honest, it kind of was.

"Good night, ma," he said, his voice softer now, but the playful edge was still there.

I rolled my eyes, leaning into him just a little bit more than I probably should've. "you- you're so ridiculous boy."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, the warmth of his body settling against mine.

But I couldn't help the thoughts that suddenly swirled in my head. Josh was my best friend, but in this moment, it felt like there was more—something different, something more than I was ready to admit.

Josh's POV-

I grinned to myself, trying to suppress the satisfaction of getting exactly what I wanted. Ra always tried to act like I was the annoying one, the one who couldn't take a hint, but deep down, I knew she loved it when I crashed at her place. It was the way we'd always been, after all.

She fit against me perfectly, the soft weight of her head resting on my shoulder as she tried to act like she wasn't enjoying the fact that I'd weaseled my way into her space yet again.

"I know ya not mad Kimaya." I teased, brushing my fingers through her hair lightly. "You love this."

She shot me a look, but I could tell she was already melting into the comfort of it. "boy what I told you bout my real name.. you lucky Ian kicked you out yet."

"Would you really do that to your best friend?" I said, my voice low, but with that same playful edge.

I felt her sigh against me, and I knew that no matter how much she'd pretend otherwise, she didn't want me to leave. She never did.

"I hate you," she mumbled, but the hint of a smile tugged at her lips.

"mhm, I love you too ma," I said, grinning down at her. "But you're not going to want me to go tomorrow."

She didn't answer, and we just sat there, wrapped up in the blanket, the silence hanging between us. It was comfortable. Too comfortable. And I couldn't help but wonder if maybe I was starting to blur the line between being her best friend and... maybe something more.

But for now, I was content. I had all the time in the world to figure it out.

[pankowcrumbs]

Chaos X Drew Starkey (Requested)

I woke up with a sharp, insistent pain in my lower abdomen, one that was impossible to ignore. Groaning, I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, but the ache only deepened. A flash of panic ran through me as I glanced at the clock on the nightstand—4:32 a.m. It was far too early for this, literally. Three weeks too early.

“Drew,” I whispered, poking his shoulder.

He didn’t stir.

“Drew,” I said louder, my voice tinged with urgency.

He bolted upright like he’d been shot out of a cannon, his hair sticking out in every direction. “What? What happened? Is it burglars?”

“No, Drew, it’s me! I think I’m in labour.”

That woke him up completely. His eyes widened as he scrambled out of bed, tripping over his own feet. “Wait, labour? Like, baby labour? Already? You’re not supposed to—okay, okay, I’m calm.”

“You don’t look calm,” I said through gritted teeth as another contraction hit me like a freight train.

“I’ve got this! I’m prepared! The bag—where’s the hospital bag?” He darted around the room like a headless chicken, pulling open drawers and muttering to himself.

“It’s in the hallway cupboard,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the building pressure.

“Right, right. Hallway cupboard.” He rushed out of the bedroom, only to come back empty-handed a moment later. “What does it look like again?”

“Drew!” I snapped, clutching the bedsheet as another wave of pain rolled through me.

“Sorry, sorry! Stay calm—uh, you stay calm. I’ll be calm too,” he said, vanishing into the hallway again.

When he finally returned with the hospital bag, he was out of breath. “Okay, bag secured. Now what? Breathing! You need to breathe! Like this—heee-hooo, heee-hooo.” He started demonstrating exaggerated breaths, waving his arms like he was conducting an orchestra.

I couldn’t help but laugh, even through the pain. “Drew, you look ridiculous.”

“But is it helping?” he asked earnestly, still doing the breathing.

“Not really,” I admitted, trying to focus on my own rhythm.

He nodded, clearly disappointed in his technique. “Alright, new plan. Do you want ice? Or, or… a smoothie? I can make a smoothie!”

“A smoothie? Drew, I’m in labour, not at brunch!”

“Right. No smoothie. Got it.” He looked around the room like he expected it to offer him advice. “What about snacks? You need energy, babe. I read that somewhere. Energy is key!”

He dashed to the kitchen, returning moments later with a granola bar, a banana, and, inexplicably, a jar of pickles.

“Pickles, Drew?”

“I panicked!” he said, setting them down on the nightstand.

“Just... sit with me,” I pleaded, reaching for his hand.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed, taking my hand in both of his. “I’m here. I’m so here. You and me, babe. We’ve got this.”

For a moment, his earnestness grounded me. I squeezed his hand, grateful for his presence, chaotic as it was.

And then, because he just couldn’t help himself, he added, “You know, technically, this means our baby’s super punctual. Takes after me.”

“Drew,” I groaned, though I couldn’t stop a small laugh from escaping.

“What? Humour helps, right? Laughter is the best medicine and all that.”

“Not when I feel like my insides are being ripped apart.”

“Fair point.” He winced sympathetically. “Okay, no more jokes. Just focus on me. Deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”

I tried to follow his lead, but the next contraction hit with such intensity that I doubled over, clutching my stomach.

“Alright, that’s it, we’re going to the hospital. No more waiting!” He jumped to his feet, grabbing the bag and helping me to stand.

“Drew, I don’t think I can walk right now,” I said, leaning heavily on him.

“Then I’ll carry you!”

“You’re not carrying me, Drew.”

“But it would be so romantic!”

“No.”

Reluctantly, he helped me shuffle toward the door, his arm wrapped securely around my waist. Once we were in the car, the chaos continued.

“Do you need music? Something soothing? Or maybe motivational—like Beyoncé? Wait, no, you hate my playlists when you’re stressed.”

“Drew, just drive!”

“Right, driving, got it.” He started the car and immediately cranked the wipers instead of the engine. “Okay, minor hiccup. We’re good.”

As we sped toward the hospital, he kept glancing over at me. “You’re doing amazing, babe. So strong. Like, superhero strong. Wonder Woman’s got nothing on you.”

“Drew,” I said, half-laughing, half-crying. “You’re stressing me out.”

“Sorry! I’ll stop talking.”

He lasted all of ten seconds.

“Do you think the baby will have your eyes or mine?”

“Drew!”

“Stopping now. For real.”

By the time we reached the hospital, I was practically crawling out of the car. Drew, meanwhile, was a whirlwind of movement, grabbing the bag, helping me out, and shouting at the nearest nurse like we were in the middle of an action movie.

“She’s having a baby! Right now! Three weeks early! This is an emergency, right?”

The nurse, clearly used to panicked dads-to-be, calmly led us to a room. Drew hovered at my side the entire time, alternating between holding my hand, stroking my hair, and offering increasingly bizarre suggestions.

“Do you want to try squatting? I read squatting helps.”

“Drew, I’m hooked up to monitors.”

“Right, no squatting. Maybe a stress ball? Should I go get one?”

“Drew, sit down.”

He sat. For all of two seconds.

“Do you think the baby will like sports? Or maybe art? What if they’re a genius? I mean, they’re definitely going to be cute—look at us.”

“Drew,” I said, exasperated.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just so excited. And terrified. Mostly excited.”

As the labour progressed and the pain intensified, his antics became both more endearing and more absurd. At one point, he tried to distract me by performing a dramatic reenactment of our first date, complete with exaggerated impressions of me.

“You said, ‘Drew, I’ll have the salad,’ but I could tell you wanted the burger. You always want the burger.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” I muttered, gripping the bed rail as another contraction hit.

“And I love you, babe. So much. You’re amazing. Incredible. The absolute best. And hey, you’re almost there!”

“How do you know?” I asked, glaring at him through the pain.

“Because you’re a champ, and champs finish strong!”

Despite myself, I laughed. He was ridiculous, but he was my ridiculous, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hours later, after what felt like an eternity, our baby was finally born. Drew’s eyes filled with tears as he held her for the first time, his earlier chaos replaced with awe.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered, looking at me like I’d just performed a miracle.

“You’re perfect,” I said softly, reaching for his hand.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “We’re a team, babe. Chaos and all.”

And in that moment, I knew that no matter how wild and unpredictable life got, we’d face it together—with laughter, love, and maybe a jar of pickles.

[staygolden-and-chaotic]

Here's another one, the outsiders boys having to babysit I feel it would be cute n hectic

Sincerely

The greaser who's bad at ideas aka bug

STAWP HI BUG! Okay love this idea.

Sincerely

Someone who barley can write and truly tries to wing it.

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Darrel Curtis

At first, Darry hesitates when his partner asks him to babysit. He’s already used to wrangling Ponyboy and Sodapop, so the idea of watching over a baby feels like unfamiliar territory. But he agrees because, let’s face it, he’s a total softie when it comes to them.

Before they arrives, Darry goes into full protective mode. He double checks the sharp edges of furniture, hides any dangerous objects, and makes sure the baby’s play area is safe. Soda and Pony think he’s overdoing it and tease him relentlessly.

The moment there dropped off, Darry immediately slips into big brother mode. He approaches babysitting like it’s a job careful, responsible, and always on high alert.

He’s great with his brothers, but with a baby, he’s initially stiff and awkward. Holding them feels like balancing a football, and he’s overly cautious with every move. “Am I doing this right?” becomes his most used phrase of the day.

Seeing Darry struggle, Soda jumps in to help. He’s a natural with kids and instantly gets the baby laughing. Darry watches him and starts to loosen up, slowly building confidence.

To Darry’s surprise (and mild frustration), the baby seems to adore Ponyboy. Every time Pony walks into the room, they giggle and reaches for him, making Darry mutter, “Well, I guess I’m chopped liver.”

When the baby gets fussy, Darry tells them stories about when he was a kid. His deep voice and animated expressions captivate them, and soon enough, there calm and smiling.

At some point, things inevitably go wrong. The baby manages to knock over a bowl of cereal or spill juice on his shirt. Darry sighs but quickly cleans up, grumbling about how “this is harder than roofing.”

Getting them to nap is a whole ordeal. Darry tries rocking them, singing softly, and even reading them one of Pony’s books. When nothing works, he finally gets Soda to lend a hand, and together they manage to get the baby to sleep.

Once there asleep, Darry can’t help but feel a wave of pride. He watches the baby sleep for a moment, realizing he’s not as bad at this babysitting thing as he thought.

When his partner comes to pick up the baby , they find Darry on the floor playing peek-a-boo. They teases him about how good he is with kids, and his ears turn red. “It’s no big deal,” he mumbles, trying to play it cool.

Despite his initial reluctance, Darry secretly enjoyed the experience. Later, he jokes to Soda and Pony that babysitting is harder than dealing with a gang fight, but they catch the small smile on his face.

Sodapop Curtis

When his partner asks him to babysit there baby sister, Sodapop is all in. He’s confident, saying, “Babies love me. This’ll be a breeze!” His natural charm and easygoing attitude make him feel like he’s got it under control.

The second the baby is dropped off, Soda crouches to her level and starts playing peek-a-boo. She giggles instantly, and he grins, already winning her over.

Soda is an absolute pro without even trying. He carries the baby around like he’s been doing it forever, bouncing her on his hip and chatting with her like she’s an old friend.

He’s full of energy, so he spends the first hour making goofy faces, crawling around on the floor, and chasing her with a stuffed animal. The baby is laughing so hard she gets the hiccups.

When he runs out of actual toys, Soda starts grabbing random household items a wooden spoon, a shoelace, and even an empty cereal box to entertain her. Somehow, it works like a charm.

He tries to read her a children’s book, but halfway through, he starts making up his own silly story. It’s full of exaggerated voices and wild gestures, which keeps the baby mesmerized.

At some point, Soda turns on the radio and starts dancing with the baby in his arms. He spins her around, and she squeals with delight. Pony walks in and shakes his head, muttering, “You’re ridiculous.”

When it’s snack time, Soda carefully feeds her small bites of food while pretending each spoonful is an airplane or a train. He ends up with more food on his shirt than in her mouth, but he doesn’t mind.

When she gets fussy, Soda knows exactly what to do. He gently rocks her while humming a tune, pacing around the house until she calms down. He even lets her play with his hair, despite her pulling it a little too hard.

Darry and Pony can’t resist checking in. Darry watches for a minute, impressed, while Pony teases, “You’re gonna make a great dad someday, Soda.” Soda just grins and says, “I know!”

Unlike Pony, Soda handles diaper changes like a champ. He jokes to the baby, “This ain’t my first rodeo, kid,” even though it probably is. Somehow, he manages to keep it neat and quick.

When it’s nap time, Soda grabs a blanket and lays on the couch with the baby on his chest. He hums softly, and she falls asleep almost immediately. He stays there, not wanting to disturb her, and quietly dozes off himself.

When his partner arrives, they finds Soda asleep on the couch with the baby snuggled up on him. Soda wakes up groggily and just gives her that charming grin.

After they leave, Pony and Darry tease him mercilessly, saying he’s basically already a dad. Soda just shrugs and says, “What can I say? I’ve got a gift.”

Ponyboy Curtis

Ponyboy has zero experience with babies, so when his partner asks him to babysit there baby sister, he’s immediately nervous but agrees because he wants to impress her.

The night before, Pony stays up reading a book about babysitting. He even asks Darry for advice, which Darry delivers with a smirk: “Just don’t drop her, Pony.”

Soda reassures him in the morning, saying, “You’ll be fine, Pony. Babies are just tiny humans with drool.” This somehow doesn’t make him feel better.

The moment his girlfriend drops her off, Pony realizes how small the baby is. He’s extra cautious, holding her like she’s made of glass. But when she starts crying, he panics and runs to Soda for help.

Pony tries to entertain her by reading Gone with the Wind, but the baby is more interested in chewing on the pages than listening. He quickly swaps the book out for a rattle.

When she starts crying again, Pony picks her up and starts pacing. He talks to her about his brothers, the gang, and even his favorite movies. To his surprise, she quiets down and stares at him like she’s actually listening.

While the baby is playing with her toys, Pony tries to sneak in some writing time. Unfortunately, she gets fussy every time he looks away, so he has to ditch his notebook and give her his full attention.

Pony is absolutely blown away by how adorable the baby is. When she giggles or reaches for his face, he can’t help but smile and play peek-a-boo with her, despite feeling silly.

At one point, Dally stops by and sees Pony struggling. He smirks and says, “Just let her cry it out, Ponyboy. Babies need tough love.” Pony ignores him completely and shoos him away.

Pony’s artistic side kicks in when he starts drawing silly pictures for the baby. She claps her hands excitedly at the funny doodles, and he feels a little proud that he can make her happy.

When the baby needs a diaper change, Pony freezes in horror. He calls out for Soda, but Soda just laughs and says, “It’s all you, Pony!” After some fumbling and gagging, he manages to get it done, though he swears never to do it again.

After hours of playing and entertaining her, the baby finally falls asleep in his arms. Pony sits on the couch, afraid to move in case he wakes her up. He can’t help but feel a little proud of himself.

When his partner comes to pick up there sister, they find Pony sitting quietly with the baby asleep in his arms. There melts on the spot, calling him “the sweetest.” Pony’s cheeks turn red as he mumbles, “It wasn’t a big deal.”

As soon as his partner leaves, Darry and Soda jump at the chance to tease him. “Looks like you’re a natural, Ponyboy,” Soda says with a wink. Pony rolls his eyes but secretly feels a bit proud.

Johnny Cade

He’s hesitant at first. He’s never babysat before and doesn’t feel confident, but he agrees because he wants to help her out and because he secretly loves kids.

When the baby is dropped off, Johnny is shy but gentle. He kneels down to her level and gives her a small smile, saying, “Hey there, kiddo.” She stares at him for a moment before giggling, which makes him relax a bit.

Johnny triple checks everything to make sure it’s safe. He keeps the baby’s toys nearby, makes sure there’s nothing sharp within reach, and keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure she’s okay.

Johnny sits on the floor with her and carefully hands her toys one by one. He’s soft spoken, quietly narrating what he’s doing to keep her entertained. “This one’s a bear. You like bears, right?”

The first time the baby laughs at something he does probably making a funny face Johnny’s whole demeanor brightens. He starts trying different little tricks to keep her giggling.

Anytime the baby stumbles while crawling or gets fussy, Johnny is there in a heartbeat, making sure she’s okay. He’s super attentive, constantly keeping an eye on her.

Johnny grabs one of Ponyboy’s books and starts reading softly to the baby. His quiet voice soothes her, even if she doesn’t understand the words. He feels proud when she snuggles into him during the story.

When the baby starts crying for no apparent reason, Johnny panics a little. He tries everything rocking her, giving her a toy, even singing softly. Eventually, he figures out she just wanted her bottle and feels relieved.

As the baby starts to calm down, she reaches for Johnny’s face, touching his cheeks and hair. He chuckles nervously but lets her, feeling an unexpected warmth at how much trust she has in him.

When it’s time to change her diaper, Johnny freezes and quietly mutters, “I can do this. I can do this.” He ends up calling Ponyboy for help, and together they manage to get it done, with plenty of laughter and gagging involved.

When it’s time for her nap, Johnny rocks her gently in his arms, humming a soft tune. His soothing presence works wonders, and she falls asleep against his chest. He feels a mix of pride and relief.

when the gang finds out, Dally teases Johnny, saying, “Didn’t know you had it in you, Johnnycake.” Johnny just shrugs with a small smile, secretly proud of how well he did.

Dallas Winston

“ A baby? C’mon, babe, I’m not a damn nanny.” But they gives him that look, and Dally, despite his tough-guy exterior, can’t say no.

Dally doesn’t plan anything. He figures, “How hard can it be?” Spoiler: It’s harder than he thought.

The baby stares at him the moment there dropped off, and Dally stares right back. “What’re you lookin’ at, kid?” he mutters.

Dally refuses to use baby talk. Instead, he talks to her like she’s one of his friends. “Alright, kid, let’s get this over with. Don’t cry, and we’ll be fine.”

Within minutes, the baby is crawling everywhere, pulling on things, and grabbing at his leather jacket. Dally sighs, picks her up, and says, “You’re a real handful, you know that?”

Dally ends up entertaining her in the most Dallas way possible. He tosses her in the air (carefully, of course) and makes silly faces while pretending he’s too cool to care. She squeals with laughter, and he secretly loves it.

He tries feeding her but has no patience for the mess. When she throws her food on the floor, he groans and mutters, “You’re worse than Two-Bit after a bender.” Still, he cleans it up though he grumbles the whole time.

At some point, Dally teaches the baby something mischievous, like how to stick her tongue out or the middle finger . When she copies him, he grins proudly. “You’re gonna be a little hood, just like me.”

When the baby starts crying out of nowhere, Dally freezes. “What the hell do you want?!” he blurts out, pacing the room. He tries bouncing her awkwardly and even calls Johnny for advice. Eventually, he figures out she just needed her stuffed animal.

Despite his tough exterior, Dally has a natural way with the baby. When she gets tired, he sits on the couch, holding her against his chest, quietly humming an old tune. He doesn’t even realize how gentle he’s being.

Two-Bit and Johnny stop by and immediately start teasing Dally about being a babysitter. “Never thought I’d see the day,” Two-Bit says, laughing. Dally chases them out, muttering, “Idiots.”

When the baby finally falls asleep, Dally feels like he’s won a battle. He sits still, afraid to move, and mumbles, “You’re lucky you’re cute, kid.”

When his partner comes back, they finds Dally holding the baby, who’s still asleep. They raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” Dally shrugs and says, “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”

Dally plays it cool. “Babies are easy,” he says with a smirk, leaving out the chaotic moments. But they all know he’s secretly a softie when it comes to people he cares about.

Steve Randle

He immediately says, “Of course I can handle it! How hard could it be?” He’s convinced he’s going to be the best babysitter ever.

When the baby is dropped off, Steve tries to impress his partner by acting super confident. “See? She already loves me!” he says as the baby stares at him. She immediately pulls on his hair, and Steve laughs it off like it’s no big deal.

Steve spends the first ten minutes holding the baby and telling her all about cars. “This is an engine,” he says, showing her a car magazine “Someday, I’ll teach you how to fix one.”

It doesn’t take long for the baby to start crawling around and getting into things. Steve tries to keep up, muttering, “You’re faster than I thought, kid.”

Steve’s idea of babysitting is showing the baby all the “cool” things he can do, like balancing a spoon on his nose or spinning her toy in the air. She claps her hands excitedly, and he beams. “Told ya I’m good at this!”

When it’s time to feed her, Steve ends up making a mess. He tries to feed her while making airplane noises, but she smacks the spoon, and the food goes flying. “Okay, that’s on you, not me,” he says, laughing.

At one point, Steve pulls out a small wrench and pretends to “teach” the baby how to fix things. “This is how you tighten a bolt,” he says. The baby grabs the wrench and tries to chew on it, and he quickly swaps it for a teething toy.

When the inevitable diaper change comes, Steve groans. “Alright, how bad could it- OH, COME ON!” He powers through, making faces and jokes the whole time, but he’s gagging the entire time.

Steve grabs a comb and a piece of paper, making a makeshift kazoo. He plays silly tunes for the baby, who giggles and bounces along. He grins and says, “You’ve got good taste, kid.”

When the baby starts crying and he can’t figure out why, Steve calls Sodapop for advice. “What do I do? She’s crying, and I’ve tried everything!” Soda calmly tells him to check if she’s tired or needs her stuffed animal. Steve follows the advice, and it works like a charm.

As much as Steve acts like he’s all about fun, he has a sweet, nurturing side. When the baby starts to get sleepy, he gently rocks her and hums quietly, surprising even himself with how natural it feels.

When his partner comes they smiles and say “Looks like you had fun.” Steve grins and says, “Told ya I could handle it.”

Twobit Mathews

Twobit grins and says, “I’ll have her cracking up in no time. I’m basically a comedian for babies.” He’s way too confident for someone with no experience.

The second the baby is dropped off, TwoBit starts pulling faces and making silly noises. The baby stares at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “See? Told ya I’m a natural,” he says proudly.

TwoBit immediately gets distracted playing with the baby’s toys himself. “This thing spins? That’s wild!” The baby doesn’t mind she just watches him with wide eyed fascination.

When it’s time to feed her, Two-Bit pretends to host a cooking show. “And here we have the finest mashed peas, perfect for a baby connoisseur.” He ends up with food on his shirt, but the baby thinks it’s hilarious.

TwoBit turns on cartoons, claiming it’s for the baby, but he’s the one laughing the loudest. The baby just sits on his lap, occasionally pointing at the screen while TwoBit says, “Oh, that guy? He’s gonna slip on a banana peel. Watch!”

When the baby starts crying, TwoBit doesn’t panic. He immediately launches into full-on clown mode, using exaggerated voices and pretending to trip over the furniture. The baby can’t help but giggle.

TwoBit encourages a bit of chaos, like teaching the baby how to blow raspberries or make a funny noise with her lips. When she copies him, he laughs so hard he nearly falls over. “You’re my kinda kid!”

When it’s diaper time, TwoBit groans and mutters, “Why didn’t anyone warn me about this part?” He tries to pawn it off on Johnny or Ponyboy if they’re nearby, but when they refuse, he tackles it himself, gagging dramatically the whole time.

TwoBit finds a baby hat or some funny clothes and tries them on her. “Look at you, kid! Stylin’ and profilin’!” He might even put on her little sunglasses and take a Polaroid.

Instead of reading a regular baby book, TwoBit decides to tell her a completely made up story full of wild exaggerations. “And then the brave knight me, of course- defeated the dragon with a rubber chicken!” The baby claps, even if she doesn’t understand a word.

Despite his joking nature, TwoBit can’t help but melt a little when the baby grabs his finger or giggles at something he does. “You’re kinda cute, you know that?” he says with a smile.

When the baby refuses to nap, TwoBit tries everything rocking her, singing (badly), and even pretending to nap himself. Eventually, she falls asleep, but not before he mutters, “You’re one stubborn little thing.”

When his partner comes back, the house is a bit of a mess, with toys and snacks everywhere. But the baby is happy and giggling, and Two Bit is sitting on the floor with a juice box in one hand and a toy in the other. “Don’t worry, babe, I handled it,” he says with a wink.

Tim Shepard

He raises an eyebrow and says, “Babysit? You know I don’t do kids.”

He finally agrees after much begging.

: At first, Tim is all business. He picks the baby up awkwardly, holding her at arm’s length, and mutters, “Alright, kid, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Despite his tough demeanor, Tim quickly becomes hyper aware of the baby’s safety. He moves sharp objects, makes sure she’s nowhere near the edge of the couch, and keeps a watchful eye on her every move.

Tim isn’t great at playing, but he gives it a shot. He shakes a rattle a little too aggressively, and when the baby giggles, he smirks. “You like that, huh? Simple taste, kid.”

When it’s time to feed her, Tim approaches it like a mission. “Here’s your mushy food,” he says, spooning it into her mouth with surprising patience. If she spits it out, he mutters, “You’re lucky I like you.”

When the baby starts crying, Tim doesn’t panic. He’s used to dealing with chaos. He picks her up, rocks her gently, and says, “What’s the problem, huh? You’ll be alright.” His calm voice works wonders.

Though he’s not as openly playful as TwoBit, Tim has a dry sense of humor. “You got it easy, kid. No bills, no fights, and everyone feeds you. Must be nice.”

The baby grabs his finger at one point, and Tim freezes for a moment, unsure of what to do. When she smiles up at him, he chuckles softly and says, “You’re not so bad, are you?”

Tim approaches diaper changing like it’s a battlefield. “How can something so small make this big of a mess?” he grumbles. He gets it done quickly, though, proving he’s efficient even in unfamiliar territory.

Tim playfully holds her hands and says, “Alright, kid, let’s toughen you up. Gotta be ready for the world.” He pretends to teach her how to punch, lightly bumping her tiny fists against his hand.

When the baby gets sleepy, Tim sits in a rocking chair and holds her against his chest. He hums quietly an old tune his mom used to sing and feels a rare sense of peace.

Cool: Tim acts like babysitting was no big deal, shrugging and saying, “It wasn’t hard.” But his partner notices the way he glances at the baby with a hint of pride.

Later, Tim tells Curly about the experience, saying, “Kids aren’t so bad. She’s tougher than most people I know.” Curly just laughs and teases him for going soft.

Curly Shepard

Curly scoffs and says, “You gotta be kidding me. I don’t do diapers.” But when they gives him a serious look, he rolls his eyes and mutters, “Fine. But don’t expect me to enjoy it.”

Curly has no idea what to do when the baby is dropped off. He stares at her like she’s a bomb about to go off. “So… what do you do all day, huh? Cry and drool?”

When the baby reaches for him and giggles, Curly smirks despite himself. “You think I’m funny, huh? Guess you’re smarter than you look.”

Curly’s first instinct is to teach the baby something sneaky, like how to stick her tongue out or make funny noises. When she copies him, he laughs and says, “You’re gonna be a troublemaker, just like me.”

Feeding her is a disaster. Curly doesn’t bother with baby spoons; he tries to feed her straight from the jar. When she spits it out, he shrugs. “Can’t blame ya. This stuff’s gross.”

Curly gets a little too into playing. He pretends to wrestle with her stuffed animals, making exaggerated growling noises, which makes her laugh hysterically. “See? You’ve got good taste in fun.”

When the baby needs a diaper change, Curly freezes. “Oh, no. I am not doing that.” But when he realizes there’s no one else around, he reluctantly handles it, muttering, “This better be the last time.”

When the baby starts crying, Curly panics and says, “What’s wrong now? You were just fine!” He tries bouncing her on his hip, rocking her, and even bribing her with toys. Eventually, he figures out she just wanted her pacifier.

Curly talks to the baby like she’s one of the gang. “Alright, kid, here’s the deal you don’t cry, and I’ll make sure you have a good time.” The baby seems to go along with it, and he grins. “Smart kid.”

Despite his tough exterior, Curly can’t help but melt a little when the baby cuddles up to him. He quietly mutters, “You’re kinda cute, you know that?”

If Tim or another member of the gang stops by and sees him babysitting, they immediately start teasing him. “Look at you, Curly, Mr. Mom!” Curly scowls and says, “Shut up. She likes me better than you, anyway.”

Curly makes up wild stories about being a tough hood, complete with sound effects and dramatic gestures. The baby doesn’t understand a word but claps her hands excitedly.

When the baby starts rubbing her eyes, Curly puts her down in her crib and sits next to her until she falls asleep. “Finally. I thought you’d never quit,” he mutters, though he’s secretly proud he managed to calm her down.

When his partner comes back, they finds Curly sitting on the couch, looking exhausted but smug. “See? I kept her alive,” he says with a smirk.

[chasingstardust]

Hii! Hear me out on Dae-Ho headcanons with a chubby/plus size reader? Rahhhh thank you!

Yesss i actually love this idea

Dae-ho x Chubby reader Headcanons

PAIRING: Chubby!Reader/Dae-ho

CONTENTS: 🩷 - fluff headcanons

WORDCOUNT: 800

Request status: Open (PLS)

💙 Dae-Ho is captivated by your confidence and warmth. He constantly finds subtle ways to compliment your style, whether it’s the way you carry yourself or how you light up a room.

💙 Despite his tough exterior, Dae-Ho becomes extra protective of you. He steps in without hesitation if anyone says something unkind about your appearance, reminding them (and you) how amazing you are.

💙 Dae-Ho isn’t great with words, but he’s honest and heartfelt. If you ever express insecurities, he’ll tell you that he’s drawn to your honesty and strength, not superficial standards. (but he also reasures you about how much he likes how you look)

💙 You catch him stealing glances when you’re doing something normal, like tying your shoes or adjusting your jacket. He admires how natural and real you are, and it always makes him smile.

💙 Dae-Ho has a knack for making you laugh when things get intense. Whether it’s through small jokes or exaggerated bravado, he loves hearing your laughter.

💙 He holds onto small trinkets or items that remind him of you, like a handkerchief or something you dropped. He keeps them as good-luck charms.

💙 If the two of you find downtime during busy days, he makes sure to cherish it with you. Sharing quiet conversations or just sitting together is a moment of peace in your busy lifes.

💙 Dae-Ho often finds comfort in your presence during the colder, harsher moments of the games. If he’s shivering or stressed, he’ll sit close to you, muttering something like, “You’re like a human heater, you know that?” in an affectionate, teasing tone.

💙 He’s constantly impressed by your physical and emotional strength, especially when others underestimate you. If you pull through in a tough challenge, he’s the first to cheer you on, saying, “I knew you had it in you!” with a proud grin.

💙 He insists on cooking for you one day but ends up making a total mess in the kitchen. Somehow, flour gets everywhere, and he burns something minor, but he turns it into a comedic routine to make you smile. “Clearly, I’m a five-star chef in training,” he jokes.

💙 Dae-Ho loves seeing you in cozy, oversized clothes, especially when you’re lounging at home. One of his favorite things is when you wear his hoodie, which looks even snugger on you. He’ll tease you with a cheeky grin, “You wear it better than I do, but don’t get too comfy—might have to charge you rent for stealing my clothes.”

[cherryvinyl-777]

I Like Me Better When I’m With You

Part 1

Ellie Williams x Reader

Summary: To get back at her ex girlfriend, your enemy Ellie Williams proposes an offer to you.

Warnings: none, enjoy! xo

Based on the book/move series To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

“Come on, you’re my only option!”

God, how did you end up here? Sitting outside your university with Ellie Williams, the girl you’ve hated since primary school. No, that wasn’t a joke. As if ending up at the same high school in your small town wasn’t bad enough, you had both got accepted into the same damn university.

You stare at the tall auburn haired girl incredulously. “You have to be kidding.”

She sighs frustratedly as if she wasn’t the one asking you to pretend to be her date.

“I’m dead serious, okay? I just…I need something to make my ex jealous, and you’re perfect,” Ellie states, tapping the wooden table with her pointer finger.

You rub your temple, looking around the courtyard if only to reconnect with reality for a second. Ellie notices your hesitation and tries for a grin.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before,” She smirks, her foot now tapping on the pavement of the courtyard.

The thought practically makes you gag as you say, “As a matter of fact, I really haven’t. And anyways, what would I even get out of this little…scam?”

Ellie seems to ponder for a moment before she comes up with her answer, “Free rides to school. I’ve seen your driving, and uh…yeah,” She chuckles, glancing at you, “and…you’d even get invited to parties.”

You shoot her a glare, rolling your eyes a little too aggressively, “You’re all the same. Maybe I don’t want to get invited to parties, ever think of that?” You scoff.

Ellie gives you an apprehensive look and you just throw a fry at her face, making her laugh and proceed to eat the fry off the table.

“I’m gonna need an answer, L/N” Ellie urges, her hands interlocked together.

With a long sigh, you finally nod, causing Ellie to pump her fist.

“First rule, never do that again,” You state, pulling out a pencil and paper. Ellie stares at you, looking dumbfounded.

“You’re serious? You’re making rules?” She lets out an exaggerated sigh, holding her head in her hands.

You start writing the title of the list, “Fake Dating Rules”, causing Ellie to groan. You ignore her efforts to derail you and start listing.

“Okay…number one, no fist pumps,” You scribble down.

Ellie scoffs lightly at that, but stays silent after to watch you write.

“Rule two, absolutely no kissing,” You say matter of factly, barely even considering the fact that nobody would believe you were in a relationship with Ellie if you didn’t kiss her.

“What? Very funny, give me that,” Ellie snatches the paper from you, writing a rule of her own.

“Limit to…3 rules per person,” She scribbles down in the most god awful handwriting you’d ever seen in your life.

You can’t help but grin a little, “You just wasted one of yours.”

“Damn it,” Ellie whispers, causing you to roll your eyes.

After a half hour of bickering over what should be on the rule list and what could be left out, you had finally come to an agreement.

FAKE DATING RULES:

1. No fist pumps

2. No kissing

3. Limit to three rules per person

4. If fake relationship goes on longer than anticipated, must go on ski trip together

5. Ellie must watch ‘But I’m A Cheerleader’ with me

6. Y/N must watch ‘Love Lies Bleeding’ with me

You both take a moment to admire the completed list before Ellie interrupted.

“I think we should add one more rule,” She states, looking at you seriously.

You lean in a little, curious to see what this ‘final rule’ would be.

“You can’t fall in love with me, L/N.”

That earns her another french fry to the face before you look at her seriously as well, mocking her expression.

“That’s not gonna be a problem,” You counter, eating one of your french fries. Ellie just grins idiotically.

“We’ll see.”

an: had the best time writing this, felt so excited to get started on a fic like this after finishing s2 of xo kitty. based on the poll results, it looked like you guys wanted something like this, so i hope it’s what you had in mind! lots of kisses and ty for reading! <3

[exileezile]

I have but one issue with Gale Dekarios wearing glasses. Do I have an issue with it as a concept? Absolutely not! I am in fact a big fan of this idea. I love it. I am enthused by the thought of it in fact. What I am NOT a partisan for is the thought that he would wear black, plastic-rimmed glasses. Anytime I see this mod it frustrates me. It kicks me out of the illusion, of the fantasy. This is NOT my Gale Dekarios. Not MY wife. He would either have metal or no brims on his glasses. All of this excluding the fact that this would be not accurate to the world of Baldur’s Gate 3, there shouldn’t be plastic. It does not match his soul. His whimsy.

All of this being said that this is obviously satirical and an exaggerated statement, although there is some truth in this. But i’m joking. Kinda.

[ajearthlinggg]

ending off this age listening to Will Wood bc my birthday is tmrw and he literally changed my life. My music taste has changed completely. I've made new friends. He introduced me to one of my favorite podcasts (chnt) and one of my favorite bands (MCR). I became better at art and piano. I met more queer people. I changed my style. That post I made about him being on here may be the peak of my existence (I THINK HE MENTIONED IT ON LITWTC) White Noise stopped me from relapsing, and I may never relapse again because of it. Not joking. Not exaggerating. He 99% will never see this, but I so badly want him to know that he changed my life, and I will never be the same because of his music. Thank you 31 year old man I have never met.

[sweet-afternoon]

Summary:

A lively night in the common room turns tense when you joke about marrying Theodore for their Sacred 28 power and "beautiful kids." The group laughs, but Mattheo’s jealousy simmers beneath the surface, his playful facade slipping as the teasing hits too close to home.

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N/A: This is my first fic, hope you enjoy it!

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The common room buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the warm shimmer of enchanted fairy lights. Perched on the armrest of Theo’s chair, drink in hand, your playful smirk held everyone’s attention as you joked about “marriage plans.”

“You know, Theo,” you began with a teasing lilt, “we’d make an incredible couple. With both our family names, we’d be unstoppable—top of the Sacred 28, powerful, and honestly…” A dramatic pause let your gaze sweep the room. “…our kids would be gorgeous.”

The group erupted into laughter. Blaise leaned back on the couch, smirking. “Can’t argue with that logic. Power couple of the century, clearly.”

Even Theo played along, grinning up at you. “She’s not wrong,” he added in a mock-serious tone, winking.

Across the room, Mattheo’s jaw tightened. Sprawled in a chair, he feigned indifference, but the white-knuckled grip on the armrest gave him away. His dark eyes darted between you and Theo, each playful word landing like a jab.

“You’d be a terrible match,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the laughter.

Your brow arched, eyes narrowing in challenge. “What was that, Riddle?”

“I said you’d be a terrible match,” Mattheo repeated, louder this time, with a teasing edge that couldn’t quite mask the irritation simmering underneath. “Theo’s too dull for you. You’d be bored in a week.”

Theo chuckled, raising his glass in mock surrender. “He’s got a point. I’d never survive her fiery temper for long.”

With an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you shot back, “Oh, please, Riddle. What’s it to you? Jealous you’re not my first choice?”

The room fell silent, tension crackling like a storm about to break. Blaise raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained, while Pansy hid a knowing smile behind her glass.

Mattheo leaned forward, his smirk sharp but his voice calm—too calm. “Jealous? Of Theo?” A humorless laugh escaped him. “Hardly. Just saying you’d need someone who can keep up with you—not…” He waved dismissively toward Theo. “…someone who’ll let you walk all over them.”

Theo let out a low whistle, clearly unbothered. “Careful, Mattheo. You’re starting to sound a little possessive.”

Mattheo’s gaze flicked to Theo, then back to you. “I just call it how I see it.”

Curiosity and challenge gleamed in your eyes, but you kept your response measured. “Interesting,” was all you said, your tone deliberately unreasonable.

Laughter slowly resumed, the group easing back into conversation. But Mattheo stayed quiet, his brooding gaze following every movement you made.

As the evening went on, you couldn’t ignore the weight of his silence. It clung to the air, thick and charged, each stolen glance a silent plea.

The party continued, the air buzzing with lighthearted chatter and clinking glasses, but Mattheo’s mood simmered beneath the surface, dark and brooding. His jaw clenched every time your laughter rang out, especially when Theo or Blaise earned it. You weren’t doing anything unusual—just being your captivating, magnetic self—but tonight, it felt to Mattheo like every smile you gave someone else was a deliberate jab.

You noticed, of course. You always noticed when Mattheo was in one of his moods. And you couldn’t resist poking the bear just a little more.

Sliding into the chair beside Theo, you let out a dramatic sigh. “So, Theo,” you began with an innocent grin, “if we were married, what would you name our first kid? Something classic? Or bold—like Atlas?”

Theo smirked, leaning back lazily. “Atlas? Ambitious. I was thinking more timeless—Cassius, maybe. Or Helena. You know, something that screams legacy.”

Before you could respond, Mattheo’s glass hit the table with a sharp thud, drawing all eyes. His jaw tightened as he glared at Theo, then at you. “Planning your whole bloody family now?” he drawled. “Merlin’s beard, maybe we should all start picking out wedding gifts.”

Blaise snorted into his drink. “And here we go…” he muttered, earning a smirk from Pansy.

You turned to Mattheo, amusement tugging at the corners of your lips. “What’s your problem, Riddle? Feeling left out? Don’t worry—I’ll send you an invitation to the wedding.”

“An invitation?” Mattheo leaned forward, his smirk sharp. “Sweetheart, if you’re settling for Theo, I’ll RSVP with a big, fat no.”

The room fell silent, the tension so thick it was suffocating.

“Excuse me?” Your voice was calm, but your narrowed eyes warned him he was treading dangerous ground.

Mattheo shrugged, leaning back like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m just saying, you’re not exactly the ‘settling’ type. You need someone who can handle your spark—not smother it.”

The words hung in the air, charged with something heavier than their usual banter.

Theo, ever the diplomat, raised his hands. “As flattered as I am to be the subject of this riveting debate, I’ll bow out and let you two… sort this out.” He gave you a teasing wink before retreating to Blaise and Pansy, who were thoroughly enjoying the show.

You turned back to Mattheo, crossing your arms. “Alright, Riddle. What’s your deal? You’ve been acting like a complete prat all night.”

For the briefest moment, his smirk faltered, replaced by something raw and conflicted. He hesitated, then muttered, “Maybe I don’t like the idea of you marrying someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

The air shifted. Your playful demeanor softened as his words landed, heavy with unspoken meaning. “Deserve me?” you repeated quietly, your voice laced with curiosity.

Mattheo ran a hand through his messy curls, avoiding your gaze. “Forget it,” he said, his voice low. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t do that.” You leaned forward, your tone firm. “You don’t get to say something like that and then brush it off. What are you really trying to say, Mattheo?”

The group pretended not to eavesdrop, but the stolen glances betrayed their curiosity.

Mattheo’s eyes finally met yours, and for a moment, all his usual bravado crumbled. “I’m saying…” He paused, his voice barely above a whisper. “That maybe I’m tired of watching you joke about being with someone else when I—”

He cut himself off, the words caught in his throat. The vulnerability in his expression hit you like a wave, but before you could respond, he forced a smirk back onto his face.

“Forget it,” he said, standing abruptly. “Too much firewhisky. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

And with that, he walked away, tension evident in the rigid set of his shoulders.

The group stared after him, the silence finally broken by Blaise’s low whistle. “Well, that escalated quickly.”

Pansy nudged you, her grin teasing. “You’re not just going to let him storm off like that, are you?”

Your gaze lingered on the doorway where Mattheo had disappeared. The weight of his words—and everything left unsaid—settled over you.

“No,” you said softly, standing. “I’m not.”

Without another word, you followed him, leaving the rest of the group exchanging knowing looks and hushed bets about how long it would take for Mattheo Riddle to finally confess what everyone else already knew.

You followed Mattheo down the dimly lit corridor, your steps quiet but purposeful. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the arched windows, illuminating his figure as he leaned against the wall. His silhouette was framed by shadows, the light catching his sharp features and the messy curls that fell across his forehead. He looked every bit the brooding troublemaker people gossiped about—but to you, he was simply Mattheo. And tonight, he was avoiding you.

“Running away isn’t really your thing,” you said, crossing your arms as you closed the distance between you.

His head snapped up, dark eyes meeting yours, though he said nothing. That unreadable expression of his—equal parts maddening and intriguing—held your gaze, and for a moment, the silence between you stretched.

“Not running,” he muttered eventually, turning back toward the window. “Just needed some air.”

“Right,” you said, your tone dripping with disbelief. “Because brooding by a window screams fine. Not sulking at all.”

He let out a low chuckle, though it lacked his usual charm. “I’m not sulking. What would I even have to sulk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said, taking another step closer. “Maybe the way you’ve been acting like a jealous prat all night?”

Mattheo’s jaw tightened, but he still didn’t deny it. His fingers drummed an uneven rhythm on the windowsill, his silence doing little to ease the tension swirling between you.

“Mattheo,” you said gently, your voice softening as you closed the final gap. “Talk to me. What’s really going on?”

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his tousled hair. “It’s nothing. Just… drop it, alright?”

“No,” you said, the firmness in your tone catching his attention. You stood directly in front of him now, blocking his view of the window. “I’m not dropping it. You said something back there—something that felt real. Don’t brush it off like it doesn’t matter.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerability lurking beneath his guarded exterior. “Why does it matter so much to you?” he asked quietly.

“Because it’s you, Mattheo,” you said, your voice soft but unwavering. “And because I think… I think I know what you’re trying to say, but I need to hear you say it.”

He huffed a bitter laugh, shaking his head as though trying to brush off your words. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Maybe not,” you admitted, taking another step closer. “But I’m here anyway.”

His gaze lingered on you, and slowly, the bravado that he clung to so tightly began to crumble. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost trembling.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like? Watching you laugh with everyone else, hearing you joke about marrying bloody Theo—when I’d give anything to be the one you actually choose?”

Your heart stuttered, the weight of his confession sinking in.

“I’ve liked you for ages,” he continued, his voice growing steadier as the words tumbled out. “And it terrifies me, Y/N, because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted—and I’m the guy everyone warns you about. But pretending I don’t care? That’s impossible. Not anymore.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The distant hum of the party felt like it belonged to another world entirely.

“Mattheo…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” he said quickly, cutting you off with a hand running over his face. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have said anything. I probably just ruined everything—”

“Mattheo,” you interrupted, reaching out to grab his hand. The movement startled him into silence, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

His brows furrowed, confusion and hope mingling on his face. “What?”

You smiled softly, a nervous flutter in your chest. “Because I think… I’ve been waiting for you to say something. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

His lips parted, a mixture of disbelief and relief spreading across his face. “You have?”

You nodded, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. “Yeah. You drive me crazy, Riddle, but… I think I like that about you. I think I like you.”

For once, Mattheo seemed at a loss for words. He stared at you, the walls he’d built around himself crumbling one brick at a time. Then, slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips—something soft, real, and full of a quiet kind of relief.

“Well, if we’re both a little crazy,” he said, his voice quieter now, “I guess I’m okay with that.”

You stepped even closer, heart racing. “Yeah, me too.”

The moment hung between you two, fragile and perfect. And before either of you could second-guess it, Mattheo’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him, his forehead resting gently against yours.

“Godric, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re going to ruin me, you know that?”

You laughed, the sound light, carefree. “Good thing I’m good at fixing things, then.”

And with that, the world outside seemed to disappear. The faint echoes of the party, the distant laughter, the hum of music—all faded away as Mattheo leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that felt like the beginning of everything. Something you’d both been waiting for, hoping for, all this time.

When you finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours again, his smirk returning but softer this time. “So, does this mean Theo’s out of the running?”

You laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. “Oh, he never stood a chance.”

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oh shit im ever so sorry for not indicating what is clearly obvious. most fucking ships are headcanons, hot takes and opinions. not to mention how it’s very clear that the conviction in my post was me doing a thing called ‘joking’ and exaggerating for laughs. though i personally believe dean is bi, i would never pretend that it’s canon or true. hence why i tagged it with destiel and dean is bi, as my target audience was people who would appreciate the post and not jerks who choose to be rude over it.

i see where you’re coming from with the general tags however, and i would agree with you were it not for the fact that when you block a tag on tumblr all posts with that tag will be invisible for you, regardless of the other tags. so the fact that i tagged it with supernatural does not effect the situation at all :) even if you were correct and it showed up even though she blocked the tag, she still decided to interact hatefully with a post that would have been so much easier for her to ignore.

don’t tell me to ‘stay in my lane’ when both of y’all reblogged a post clearly not targeted to you, clearly not bashing any other headcanons or ships, and was clearly none of your business to interact with considering your opinions. the fact that the original reblogger did shows that she was looking for drama and a reason to get upset.

i love this show and i will not tolerate people being dicks about it (her more so than you) especially when they have the much more logical and much easier option of just fucking ignoring it, blocking the tag or blocking my tumblr, like any polite and sane person would do. my og post was meant for fun and lightheartedness, and the fact that it’s now been tainted with this frankly stupid and entirely avoidable argument really pisses me off.

hello kings queens and in-betweens welcome to my ted talk on why dean being bi is hardly subtext (evidence from s1 - s7ep20)

dr sexy

cowboy fetish

siren turning into a man (evidence isn’t concrete as it was for a brotherly bond but thought i’d add it anyway)

“i know two things - bert and ernie are gay, and you’re not gonna die a virgin.” (not direct quote)

looks upon castiel like a starving dog salivating over a bone

never denied it when anyone said he and cas were dating/in love (see: meg saying cas was dean's boyfriend & balthy saying cas was in love with dean)

“cas, not for nothing, but the last time someone looked at me like that, i got laid” *winks* (not direct quote)

totally got jealous at cas kissing meg

turned suicidal when cas betrayed him

everything to do with castiel

whatever the fuck was him flirting with the security guard through charlie in 7x20

etc, etc, etc (so many instances of him being sus asf)