#warren graham oneshot

[silvvermst]

BAD HABIT

SYNOPSIS :: getting high with Warren on your prom night was not what you planned to spend your evening.

NOTE :: yep, I've been listening to Steve Lacy a bit too much. Might even create a part two for this.

TYPE :: fluff

You were with your boyfriend when the prom started, you and your friends immediately went for the free photo booths. Of course, there were buffets and stuffing your face with your food while maintaining not to get any stains on your gown was ridiculously hard. Until you bumped into someone, wearing a black tuxedo and slacks paired with a... black converse.

The stain on your dress was what made you snapped from your trance, “No! Ugh. Not my dress, I've been careful all night.”

“I am so, so, sorry. I, I'll get some napkins.” He was about to move but you stopped him, “It's fine, if we wipe it now it'll just smudge.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, just go.” Well, a stain won't be enough to ruin your night. It's fine, so you decide to walk away wanting nothing more than comfort from your boyfriend.

The slow dances were already finished, most of the teachers had gone home but the band and the students were still here. It only means one thing, the bright fluorescent lights were turned off and replaced with party lights flashing different colors, while the music was blaring loudly from the speakers that even outside the venue, you can lightly hear the music. The juice that was on the bowl was immediately replaced with booze creating cocktail shots for everyone. And of course, the party turned into a completely different vibe. Everyone was dancing left and right, out of their minds for the night.

You found your friends already at the dancefloor, while your boyfriend is MIA. Deciding to go to the bathroom and wipe the stain as fast as possible to join your friends. That was your plan but the moment you opened the comfort room, lo and behold, your boyfriend was making out with another girl at the sink. Didn't even think to at least do it inside of the stalls. You clutched your purse close to you, fingers gripping harshly at the edge as you hold in your emotions.

“I knew it! I'm such an idiot to believe you actually changed. Fuck you, now you absolutely ruined my mind. Thanks, we're done.”

“Wait, hey, this was just a misunderstanding.” He tries to catch up with you but you are already out of the bathroom.

You weren't even thinking about where you were going, your feet moved on their own. Are you gonna go home and cry yourself to sleep, or get drunk and sleep with the next person you see? Wait, you're not that kind of person, maybe just drink a lot with your friends until you pass out.

As if your night couldn't get any worse, you bumped into someone again! Your head hung low rubbing the throb on your left arm, until you saw that same pair of converse again.

“Oh! There you are, here I have some napkins with water, I looked it up and they said we can remove the stain with water.” All you heard was the music being played, none of what he just said.

“What?!” You asked loudly, trying to be louder than the sounds bouncing off the walls.

“I said! I! Brought!” Ge stopped mid-sentence. Instead, he holds up napkins and points at the stain on your dress. “Go! To! The! Bathroom!”

This time you heard him clearly, then instantly shook your head, looking back at the bathroom, coincidentally, you saw your ex and the girl walk out of the bathroom. You didn't have the strength to face him and instead, dragged the boy you bumped into the rooftop of the building. Practically running to the staircase leading to the rooftop.

You heard his protests and tried to stabilize himself from being dragged by you, and finally you saw the door to the rooftop and opened it. The cool, air breeze through your body and breathe in, then letting out an exhausted sigh.

“I'm sorry for dragging you here, I just can't stand my, the lights.” You quickly changed the words you were going to say, “The lights hurt my eyes.”

“Okay, weird.” He mumbles but you catch his every word, yet instead of feeling offended, you snickered.

“Thanks for fetching me napkins, even though I didn't ask for it.” You said, finally being able to look at him from head to toe. His hair was disheveled from all the running you did.

“I just felt guilty, you look so beautiful and I ruined your dress. I felt bad for ruining your look.” He confessed, handing you the napkins. “Do you want me to remove it for you?”

You didn't even process what he asked, the compliment he gave has your brain fried. All night, your boyfriend, ex, didn't even say that to you. Fuck, you're really bad at picking guys.

“You good?” He asks, stepping a little closer. All you did was nod before finally answering his question.

The stain was behind you, you weren't sure if you'd even be able to reach it since it was near your lower back, “Yes, please. I'm sorry for putting you through this.”

He took a step closer and waited for you to turn around. Putting your hair to the side and hanging it from your shoulders to avoid it being tangled, which exposes your neck and your shoulder blades that were sprinkled with little moles since your gown had a low cut on the back.

“Uhm, then, uh, stay still.” You nodded and waited for him. The dampness of the napkin seeped through the gown and he started to wipe it down, slowly the stain came off of your dress. “There, all done.”

“Really?” You looked back, and the stain was really gone. “Thank you, so much!”

He shrugs, “It's the least I can do.” You were about to tell him something when your phone began to ring.

BOYFRIEND is calling...

Right, you haven't changed his nickname on your phone, well, it's understandable since you two just broke up on your prom night! You immediately slide down the red button that's been blinking, then turning off your phone.

“I'm gonna stay here for a little longer. You should enjoy the party. But, I'm really thankful for turning my night around.” You smiled sweetly even though there was bitterness hidden behind it. When he didn't budge, you poked him on his side.

“I'll stay here too, the, uh, lights!” He says as if it was the first thing his mind mustered up to use as an excuse. “It hurts my eyes, as well.” He says before smiling as if to mock your blatant lie as an excuse.

“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes and yet you laughed at his words. Then, upon realizing how quickly the night becomes so peaceful when he's in your presence, he makes you safer than you ever did when you were with your friends, with a reminder that he is a literal stranger!

You shifted your weight from your feet when you felt his stare, then he looked down at your gown. “Wanna take off those heels? It looks like a pain.”

“You know what? Fuck it, I'm tired as fuck, so why the fuck not.” You quickly remove your heels and thankfully, the floor was dry.

“Here.” He took off his coat and set it down on the floor. “Sit here if you like.”

You smiled in return, sitting at his coat placed on the floor. Looking at the starless night, but the crescent moon is the only source of light the two of you had. Grabbing your purse beside you, you took out a silver, rectangular case, it's so thin that you'd think it's almost a locket if not for its height.

“What are you doing?” He asked, you can hear the curiosity in his voice, as well as the way his eyes focused on the case.

“Just my cigarette case. Want to get high? Although, there's only one left, we can share.” You offered, and you can tell he hasn't done this before nor had any plans to do so.

“Uh, sure. Just one.” His voice was filled with uncertainty, Jesus, he doesn't even know why he stayed here or why he went along with you to the rooftop. He could've stopped it, but he didn't.

Complying with his request, you opened the case and took the last remaining blunt. As you lit up the cigarette, you saw how the flame flickered in his eyes and how his gaze pierced through you which made you quickly break eye contact.

“Just breathe in, but not too deep since it might be your first time. It'll fill your lungs and you'll be a coughing mess.” You bring the lit up cigarette to his lips waiting for him to take it.

“I, I don't know. What if I, I don't know, you do it first. I'm a visual learner.” You can't help but laugh at the adorable expressions he made. Gosh, such a cutie pie.

“Okay, okay.” You hold the cigarette between your pointer and middle finger, bringing it to your lips, then breathing in the smoke from the cigar. Letting the smoke fill your lungs and the haziness in your mind. Before blowing the smoke out from your mouth away from his direction.

“Did that felt good?” He asks, like a curious puppy afraid of the new experience yet cannot hide the excitement of trying it.

“From my first time, nope. But once I got used to it, I found myself looking for it from time to time.” You flicked the ash that was built up from the cigar, “Do you still wanna try?”

He nodded before he spoke, “But I don't want to breathe in too much.”

You thought for a second before coming to a conclusion, “We can shotgun, if you want. I'll be the one to take in the smoke and control how much of it I'll intake, then when I breathe it out, you take it.”

“Huh?” Confusion was written all over his face, and it's not an exaggeration with how his brows seem to be furrowed together.

“Just watch, I'll signal you to come closer.” Again, you breathed in the smoke from the cigar but this time, you cut it short. Your put your cigar to the side as the smoke swirled in your lungs, relishing the feeling of it as you moved closer to him. Almost skin to skin.

You can sense him tense up, putting your hands to the sides of his cheeks, closing your eyes, then breathing out the smoke slowly. “Breathe in the smoke.” You opened your eyes while he quickly did what you asked, you saw the smoke that was coming out of your mouth to transfer to his.

“Now, exhale.” Again, he did what you said. As he opens his eyes, looking at yours once again.

“Damn, that was.”

“Fucking good.” You finished his sentence before pulling away from him, you can see that he wanted more skinship. He craves more for it, whether for the cigarette or to feel your touch once again.

“Let's finish this, then let's go out.” You said, and just like that, he asked for it again, he wanted your hands on him–to feel your touch again. He didn't want to smoke from the cigar itself, he wanted what you did earlier. So for the rest of the night, or until the cigarette burns out, it's what the two of you did. Conversing each other as the two of you get high out of your minds.

It was a wonder, really, how you ended up in his bed the next morning with your dress on the floor and how snugged the unfamiliar sweater you're wearing right now. Or the unfamiliar arms that are wrapped around you.

[ruewrote]

𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

PAIRING: drunk!warrengraham x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: can we dance by the vamps WORD COUNT: 639

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you wish you didn't have such a big soft spot for him.

this is how warren had you sat in your car outside of nathan prescott's house party, as soon as you heard his slurred speech over the phone you straightened up in your bed, pausing the show you had previously been watching.

the call didn't last long after you heard his initial question, to come and pick him up. with that you were already slipping out of your bed into your slippers, grabbing your keys as you headed for your car.

your thumbs tapped against your steering wheel to the quiet music that filled the car. waiting for warren's dumbass to get in so you could finally leave.

the whole front garden was littered with abandoned red solo cups, rubbing your clammy hands against your silk pyjamas not bothering to change before you left, it wasn't like you were getting out anyways.

finally, seeing him drunkenly stumble out of the front door before greeting other people, them giving him a firm slap on the back making him stumble forward with a laugh.

sighing in relief just knowing that he was okay made you feel better. as soon as he opened the door you could smell the stench of vodka, it getting stronger as he slipped into your passenger seat.

"heeeyyyy," reaching over the console and pulling you into a hug, your face pressed into his neck. even with the overwhelming smell of alcohol with you this close you could smell him.

"okay, okay let's get you home, loser." you announced as you went to move away, but his arms just tightened 'round your waist bringing himself even closer to you.

"nooo i'm so comfy here!" the small action making your cheeks feel hot.

"hm well that's too bad, i was gonna promise cuddles at the dorm when we get back, but i guess you don't want that. no?" you sighed dramatically.

you didn't think that someone could move as fast as he did until he jumped away from you, him accidentally bumping his head into the window making him whine and rub where he was hit.

"oh my god, let's get you back before you decide to find another way to accidentally injure yourself."

"one more step! yep. there you goo!" you whispered shout.

gently pushing warren onto his bed then going to grab him some water, "help i can't get my shoe off!" you hear him call from the other side of the room.

you rushed over to his side to help, not wanting to risk him waking up the remainder of people who were actually still in their dorms. placing the glass of water on his nightstand.

"you gotta be quiet, i'm not supposed to be in here remember dude!"

"don't call me dude," he pouted, as you finally got his shoe off his foot.

"sorry, bro." you laughed as he groaned.

his complaints soon quietened down once you crawled up his bed, sliding under the covers beside him.

"hi,"

"hi," you giggled at the look on his face, it being between looking tired and drunk.

"you're so pretty."

the three words replayed loudly in your mind, staying quiet trying to remind yourself that he's just under the influence. that he doesn't really mean it, but you couldn't quite believe that with the way he was looking at you right now.

hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. a nervous habit you had picked up over the past couple of years.

when he received no response he looked down, but back up again when he felt you brush the hair that fell infront of his eyes out of the way.

"you're pretty too."

it didn't take the two of you long to fall asleep with you wrapped up in each others arms.

short one but justice for warren fics!! more to come soon :)

[risswirly]

Unexpected Chemistry

SYNOPSIS: After transferring to Blackwell you're quickly adopted into the vortex club. However, in search of something less superficial, you find yourself drawn to your lab partner GENRE: fluff NOTE: I rarely see the reader in the vortex club so let me know if you want me to write another with this trope! WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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It had only been a week since you started attending Blackwell yet your life was already being turned on its head.

A girl named Victoria Chase had been your tour guide during your first few days and despite being a little shy you somehow made a good first impression and she'd decided to adopt you into her clique. The vortex club was far from your usual scene. Parties, constant drama, alcohol and drugs were not things you particularly enjoyed and in all honesty, the effort it took to keep up with their rapid-paced life was exhausting. However, you played along with it all, despite being unable to stand half the club's members you quickly discovered the power these people held and decided the pros of being in the "popular" group outweighed leaving. 

You sit alone on a desk near the back of Ms Grant's class, fidgeting quietly with the lab equipment in front of you. Despite the decent size of the vortex club, none of them shared this class with you, which you honestly preferred. It gave you a few hours a week to escape their constant fussing, even if it did mean having to be alone. 

Ms Grant leans on the front of her desk and students hush as she begins the class, "Alright, today we're going to be doing an experiment based on what I covered last lesson. So you know what that means, partner work!" She claps enthusiastically with a grin while the class perks up at the mention of an experiment. "I'll walk around and hand out these instruction manuals for you to share with your desk partner." She states before grabbing a stack of sheets and begins passing them out. 

You sit silently as you watch your classmates break out into chatter. As you observe them joke and enjoy each others company you feel a twang of sadness knowing you don't have the same carefree and comfortable friendship with any of the vortex club. Deep down you yearn for a genuine connection that isn't just fuelled by shit-talking and partying. 

"Ah (y/n), you don't have a desk partner do you?" Ms Grant snaps you out of your train of thought with her question. You shake your head with a weak smile looking at the empty seat beside you, not that you minded all that much. She shakes her head and places her hands on her hips "That just wont do will it." she jokes trying to lighten your mood a bit before scanning the room quickly. "Ah yes, you can partner with Warren! He's usually the leftover student but since you've joined we now have an even number." With a fond smile she points to a boy sitting alone a few rows in front of you. 

You quickly gather your things, holding your items close to your chest before making your way over to the lonesome boy. You place your books down on the empty side of the table prompting him to look up from the instruction sheet.

Once his head turns toward you, you're finally able to actually get a good look at him. His fluffy chestnut hair hangs down in front of his face slightly, while his brown eyes look back up at you. He's wearing a dorky graphic tee that sits loosely over his lanky frame. You feel your face warm up a little as your eyes trail over his features. 

Damn, he's cute. 

You ignore the thought and pull out your new chair. "Hi" you greet him with a small wave, putting on the confident act you've been keeping up all week "I think I'm your desk partner now" You add on as you take a seat. "Oh hey" He smiles softly, his eyes linger on you for a second longer as if lost in the details of your face, before he quickly glances away. "I'm Warren" He introduces himself sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck a little embarrassed for staring at you.

"Im (y/n)" you smile back warmly. Maybe this could be a chance to make real friends! Friends away from the Vortex Club and its reputation.

"Yeah I know" he chuckles quietly to himself as he begins to set up the lab equipment. "Pardon?" you ask with a furrowed brow, not exactly sure what his comment is meant to mean. His gaze flickers back to you and his eyes widen as he realises how his words may have come across "OH, no no, I didn't mean that in a bad way. Its just, I think practically everyone knows who you are by now" He trails off. 

Well there goes that hope.

"Ive only been here a week?" You laugh lightly, taken slightly aback by his remark. God damn it, just how popular was this stupid club?  He laughs along with you at the absurdity of it, "I mean, people spend months sucking up to Victoria and Nathan trying to be apart of their group." he says with a slight look of distaste at the mention of the two. "You just sort of waltzed right in. People wanna know who the mysterious, pretty new girl is and how she got into the vortex club in just a few days." 

You pause for a second, reflecting on his words before speaking again. "I didn't exactly ask to be in their little club" You mutter just loud enough for Warren to hear. You didn't like the thought that so many people had already formed opinions on you simply because of who you'd become friends with and you felt a need to disprove these assumptions. 

He stops setting up for a moment, looking at you with a raised brow, "What do you mean by that?" he asks softly. You study his expression for a second and instead of being faced with judgement you see not only curiosity but also genuine concern in his eyes as he awaits your response. 

You take a deep breath, well here goes nothing. "Victoria is the first person I'd met, and since she added me to her group so quickly I haven't exactly been given much chance to make other friends." You look down at your desk, avoiding his eyes. You sigh before adding, "The vortex club isn't my crowd... but it seems like everyone else has made up their minds about me". This was the first time you'd actually been able to tell someone that, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest and you breath a little easier. Now there was actually someone that knew you, someone that you had been honest with, that had allowed you to open up and express yourself.

But now there was a deafening silence and you immediately cringe to yourself as you realise how pathetic you must seem to him. Maybe you'd gone a little overboard with the confession, I mean this was literally the first time you'd even met the guy. You turn away from him trying to hide your embarrassment. 

He takes a moment to think about what you've said before leaning over the desk slightly, trying to catch your gaze, "Well... Im talking to you now aren't I?" He answers softly. 

You meet his eyes, he looks back at you with a gentle smile, his gaze filled with understanding and optimism. You feel a smile tug at the corner of your own lips after seeing his doe-eyed look, "Sooo, you don't think I'm a stuck up rich kid?" You chuckle with a sarcastic tone. He leans back slightly after seeing your mood lighten back up. You notice his eyes soften as they trail over your face again, as if he's taking his time memorising your smile.

"Perhaps I might've before, but, I see now that I was wrong.. I mean half the vortex kids wouldn't be caught dead talking to me in the first place" He adds, seeming more amused than ashamed. As the two of you joke and tease the vortex club for its elitist ways, you mentally capture an image of his wide grin and note how his eyes sparkle as he beams and you realise just how much you missed genuinely laughing with someone.

You take a long sigh to you catch your breath and smile to yourself in a moment of comfortable silence, "Mysterious, pretty new girl huh?" You ask glancing back at him with raised brows and a smirk. You watch as his smile falls and his eyes widen, his face turns a shade of red as he remembers what he'd called you. He clears his throat and averts his eyes trying to cover up his accidental slip from earlier "So erm, my friend is having a small get together this weekend, would you um maybe wanna come? I can introduce you to some people.. help you make new friends?" He asks shyly as he rubs the nape of his neck. You giggle at his less-than-smooth topic change but smile even wider at his offer. A chance to expand from the vortex club, a chance to express and be yourself without the pressure of needing to always look cool.

"Yes! I'd love to go!" You smile widely, not even bothering to try and hide your excitement. Warrens face lights up as he mirrors your own enthusiasm "Great! I'll send you the details, here-" He quickly pulls out his phone and hands it to you with a blank contact for you to fill out. Your heart flutters slightly as you type in your details and his little smile as he looks over them after you hand him back his phone only fuels the feeling even more. "I'll message you tonight. Um about the party of course! U-unless you'd like to talk about other things too?" He stammers awkwardly, a little nervous after getting your digits.

As he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to play it cool, Ms Grant passes by the front of your desk looking at your lack of experimenting. "Look, I'm always glad to see students getting along but this experiment is important." She reminds the both of you then walks off hiding a pleased grin. The two of you sheepishly smile realising how sidetracked you'd gotten before eventually getting back to work. 

For the rest of the class the two of you practically refused to shut up, joking, laughing and talking about almost everything. It felt like you'd reached a light at the end of a tunnel, finally basking in the sun after the storm that had been the past week. As you watch Warren struggle to wipe the grin off his face you think that perhaps, just maybe, this school wasn't as bad as you thought.

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[nomorespahgetti]

Inspired by @mystargirl-interlude ‘s post about Billy writing a song w/ readers moans in the backround.

How Teddy + the band would react to Billy playing the song for them

Karen - Karen would immediately be doubting the fact that you allowed Billy to play it for the band and just sit there, looking around the studio as the song just keeps going. She’d be counting the minutes until it was over, and she’d be the first to say no to it.

Warren - I feel like Warren would definitely enjoy the song and think it sounds good, probably not even realizing that it’s you in the background of the song. He would be vibing with it, nodding his head to the beat and playing imaginary drums until he noticed that the rest of the band is sitting idly.

Graham - Graham would be shocked that Billy was playing this in front of the band, especially considering how possessive his brother is over you. His face would be red and he’d be staring at the ground, trying to ignore the fact that your moans are being blasted in the studio. He’d try to distract himself by bouncing his leg but Billy is just proudly playing the song for all to hear.

Eddie - Eddie would be rolling his eyes the minute Billy announced that he had a new song. Once he heard the song start he’d definitely look around the room to make sure everyone was hearing what he was hearing and that he wasn’t just hallucinating the fact that Billy was playing a recording of you and him hooking up on the background of the song.

Teddy - Billy would be in the middle of playing it for Teddy in the studio and Teddy would pause it after like the second time your moans play and just look to Billy as if it were the most obvious thing and say, “This is not going on the album.” And Billy would be so confused and be like, “What happened to wanting sex and Rock N’ Roll?” And Teddy would just be like, “If I wanted to hear all of that I would’ve watched a porno. I asked for a song, not a sextape,” and Billy still wouldn’t understand what was so bad about it.

[meshla-cyarika]

Worth the pain

Pairing: Nathan Prescott x gn!reader

Word count: 1,056

Tags/warnings: mentions problematic family members (such as an alcoholic father), reader doubts themselves, smoking, friends to lovers.

Summary: your life and Nathan's are both fucked up in different ways, but somehow your mangled and spiralling lives have intertwined. You're closer than you've ever imagined anyone could be, but you can't face the feelings that linger around you both, because you can't face loving someone again just for them to leave you to pick up the pieces afterwards.

A/N: this was inspired by the song "bite the hand".

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Fuck Black-shitting-well academy. The only things it's brought you is more things to tell your imaginary therapist. Like fuck you were going to see a real one. You did that along time ago and the only thing it achieved was people pitying you. You don't need strangers fucking pity for your fucked up life, you already know it's messed up beyond repair, you don't need a fucking therapist to tell you that. Everyone you've spoke about your past to has either given you a disgusted look, or fake pity.

You just want to scream out everything in your mind to someone who won't give you any expression, almost like a blank wall that you can just yell and scream and cry at. That's what Nathan Prescott has become for you and sometimes, you've been that for him as well. You can just talk and talk and talk at him and he'll just sit there, seemingly not paying attention but mentally noting every word you've said. He'll only speak when you request him to, but most of the time he doesn't say anything at all. And you return the favour by letting him vent to you and listen to all his words.

Now, you're both silently laying on Nathan's bed in his dorm, your legs up agaisnt the cushions as you lay the wrong way on the bed. You just stare at the white ceiling, passing a cigarette between each other. You forgot to buy a pack and it's Nathan's last one, so you compromised. You've remained in silence, since you entered his room ages ago, waiting for either one of you to say something.

Nathan hands you the cigarette, after he took a long drag, before breaking the some what comforting silence, "Do you ever think about..." His pause causes you to turn your head to look at him, but he's still staring up at the ceiling. "Getting the fuck outta here? Just fucking off and forgetting about all this shit?"

"Every second of every day." You reply to him, as you pass him the cigarette back.

"But there's always that nagging in the back of your head to just put up with everyone's shit." Nathan speaks for them both and you turn your head to face the ceiling again. Uncontrollable dread sits in your soul, as you try to convince yourself that your past isn't repeating itself yet again. "And it always seems to out weigh the idea of finally being free." He adds to his previous sentence. "I'm gonna get the fuck outta here one day, you know?"

Your anxious mind can't help but pick up on the fact that he said "I'm" and not "we". Has he already decided that you are only a fragment of his life? You should've known better. You told yourself when you went to Blackwell not to get attached to anyone. They'd only leave like every fucker else, you had told yourself. First, it was your mother leaving you for some drugdealing asshole, then it was your childhood friend picking some over girl for you, then your older siblings moved out far away (they still don't try to contact you), which only added to your father's alcoholism. There's always someone else that's the first choice. You gave up trying to get everybody to like you a long time ago.

During your mind's spiralling anxious thoughts, you don't even notice the tear that runs down the side of your face, until a soft hand wipes it away. The physical contact brings you back to reality and you turn your head to face Nathan, who's already looking at you. The cigarette sits in an ashtray that's ontop of his bed. Your eyes stare into his ocean blue ones and you only just realise how close you are, your faces are only a breath away from one another.

"Tell me what's going on up there." He places his hand on the side of your face and slightly taps your forehead to emphasise his words, before tucking the hair that had fallen infront of your face behind your era.

You silently study his face, his blonde soft hair, his angel eyes and your eyes finally land on his red lips. You desperately want to take the leap and kiss him until your lungs begin to burn from the lack of air. You want to hide yourself in his arms, where you're safley locked away from the world. You want him to hold you so delicately, as if you'd break like glass.

You tear your eyes away from his plush lips and sigh as you can't bring yourself to look at him anymore. "I can't keep doing this." You pathetically mutter under your breath, hating the way more salty tears push their way into your eyes.

"Doing what?" Nathan's voice has dropped to a whisper as you looks at you.

"This! I can't keep loving people who leave! I can't let more kindling be added to this burning feeling inside me!" Your voice raises, but you're not angry. You're just so tired and fucking emotionally drained. You try to ignore the never ending stream of tears that flow from your eyes. "It hurts too much and I can't do it anymore!" You subconsciously grasp his shirt, as if that's enough to stop him from disappearing.

Nathan says your name, as quite as a whisper and you just stare into his eyes. The hand on your cheek moves to lightly grasp the back of your scalp and Nathan moves forward to place his forehead agaisnt your own, in an attempt to ground you to the present. "I'm not going anywhere without you. I don't fucking care if it means we travel the entire fucking world, I'm not letting you go." He vows, with such a sincere look in his eyes, a look you've never seen anyone give you before.

Silence falls once again and you're still so close to the point where you can feel each other's breath on your faces. Neither of you can help but glance down at each other's lips. Slowly but surely, your bodies move impossibly closer and your lips dance over one another.

His touch burns and stabs into your soul, but you can't convince yourself to let him go. Nathan's here and he's staying. He's worth the pain.

[accidrainonme]

OH MY GOD, JAW DROPS TO FLOOR…I LOVE THIS <33

Gold dust woman

Eddie Roundtree × Fem!Reader

djats masterlist

word count: 4.5k

summary: well did he make you cry? Make you break down? Shatter your illusions of love? And is it over now, do you know how? Pick up the pieces and go home.

I saw @accidrainonme put out an open request for this fic, and I loved the idea!! I hope you enjoy it <33

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more eddie fics xoxo

1967 - "well did she make you cry?"

Currently, you were sandwiched between Eddie and Warren on an old, worn out loveseat. It was a tight squeeze; Eddie's arm was over the back of your shoulders and hanging around your neck, Warrens were folded across his chest and yours were sat neatly in your lap, your thighs pressing firmly against Eddie and less so against Warren. You were practically cuddled into them both, but non of you minded, you'd spent years ending up like this at stupid house party's.

The Pittsburgh party scene wasn't the most fun or amazing, but considering it was one of the only things to do in town, you'd take what you could get. And what you could get usually consisted of a drink and a smoke with the same 4 people your already knew just in someone else's house. Tonight was no different.

Until someone you didn't recognise started making eye contact with you from across the room. The tall, handsome, blond must have been someone's cousin, or a friend from out of town, but you knew that - combined with the fact he kept staring at you - gave you the perfect in.

Suddenly, you placed your hand on Eddie's knee, using it to push yourself up off the couch and began walking in the blonds direction without a word of warning to Eddie or Warren who were watching you curiously. As they saw you approach the stranger, placing a hand on his bicep and letting him place a hand on the small of your back within seconds of conversing, Eddie loudly scoffed.

"What is that about?" Eddie asked Warren, removing the joint from between his lips after taking a long drag. "Who even is that? Does she know who's she's talking to? What is he's a psycho, or something?"

"Why?" Warren turned to his friend, one leg propped up on the couch now that he had the space to, a wicked grin on his face. "Jealous?"

Eddie didn't answer the question, instead his gaze moved back to the scene before him. The two of you had somehow gotten closer together in the 10 seconds he wasn't looking, the guys arm now fully wrapped around you.

"I'm gonna do something about it." Eddie put out his joint in the ashtray next to your abandoned beer, leaving Warren dumbfounded on the couch as he went to approach you and this guy you were getting way too friendly with for his liking.

So caught up in his own desire to stop things, Eddie didn't hear Warren's call to back off, only stopping when the brunette grabbed his arm and pulled him to a halt.

"What do you think you're doing?" Warren seethed the whisper, so close to you now that he didn't want you to hear and see Eddie's stupid plan in action. "Leave her alone, it's not your choice to make."

"Sure as hell is, guys probably a douche."

"And you're not going to be?" Warren asked, grabbing Eddie's biceps and turning him to fully face him. "If you do this, she's gonna be upset with you."

"She'll get over it." Eddie reassured, stepping away from Warren's hold and turning to you and the blonde, putting on his best smile. "Besides, the guys probably no good, I'm doing her a favour."

"Hey babe, who's your friend?" Eddie slung an arm over your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple, and offered his hand out to the blond with kind smile.

"Will." The blond hesitantly answered, shaking the hand Eddie had offered to him.

"Eddie. I see you've met my wonderful, sexy girlfriend." Eddie pulled you tighter into his side as he emphasised his words, clearly eyeing you up and down - basically stripping you with his eyes for all that matters - in front of the poor guy who'd just wanted to talk to you.

And that was the end of that.

Will walked away from you with a frown and Eddie dragged you back to the couch with a wide smile on his face, ignoring how you tried to push away from him and blocking out your complaints about his actions. After a few minutes, you'd seemingly forgotten about Will, cuddling back into Eddie and pressing up against Warren as you had before, though this time you plucked Eddie's drink from his hand and joint from his lips, claiming them as your own.

You were going to be the sweet, sweet death of him.

1969 - "make you break down?"

Billy was getting sick of the fact you kept missing rehearsal to hang out with your partner. He couldn't understand why, like him, you'd didn't just bring them to practice, or like the other boys, not have one so it wasn't a distraction. So, he was quite surprised so see you'd appeared in Chuck's driveway, hands curled into fists and tears brimming your eyes when just an hour ago you'd all but begged him to let you skip.

"Y/n?" Billy asked through the microphone, everyone's instruments coming to stop as they took note of your presence. "What are you doing here?"

Normally, Billy would make some teasing comment about how he was glad you'd changed your mind, but with the way you stormed towards him, he decided against it, not wanting to invoke your wrath further. However, to his surprise, you stormed right past him, waking up to Eddie and shoving him as hard as you could.

"You fucking dick!" Another shove.

"I can't believe you!" Another shove, this time into the side of Warren's drum set, to which Graham put down his guitar and wrapped one arm across you, pulling you to his chest and keeping you still. "You're a fucking piece of shit, Eddie."

Eddie put down his own guitar, turning to you with a very confused and very hurt look. He couldn't seem to place exactly why you'd be lashing out on him, what had he done?

"Steve broke up with me just now." You seethed, trying to wiggle your way out of Graham's arms to get another push, or even a slap, in. You had no doubt he deserved it. "And you know what he told me?"

You didn't wait for an answer. "That you, Eddie, told him he had to, or else 'Billy Dunne and his boys' would go after him."

"I never agreed to that." Billy defended, raising  his hands palm up in an effort to convey his lack of involvement in Eddie's antics.

"I'm just doing it to help you, birdie." Eddie defend, trying to approach you, though quickly halting in his motions when you tried to lunge for him again. "The guy was a fucking dick."

"Yeah, well, that was my decision to make, shithead." You pulled your self from Graham's arms, turning away from Eddie because you didn't entirely trust yourself to look at him right now. "I'm not going to be at practice for the next few days, understood?"

Billy nodded shakily at you, not wanting to go against you invade you lunged for him next. "Understood."

"And you?" You turned to Eddie, pointing an accusing finger at the blond while maintaining your distance, knowing if you stayed much longer you'd start spitting insults you were bound to regret. "Stay the fuck away from me."

Warren was quick to follow after you when you stormed out of chucks garage, his drum sticks stuffed in his back pocket as he stood, and a disapproving shake of his head sent Eddie's way.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Graham asked, his hand running over his face in frustration. "You've been doing this since we were kids, when are you going to leaver her alone?"

"Dude was a fucking dick." Eddie answered, pulling an unused joint out from where'd he'd tucked it behind his ear, lighting it and quickly bringing it to his lips. "I was doing her a favour."

"Like she said herself, it's up to her to make that choice man." Graham was greatly disappointed in his friend; he understood why he wanted to chase every guy that came into contact with you out of town, but it wasn't fair to you, not in the slightest.

Graham left the garage, turning to see you crying frustratedly in Warren's arms at the end of the drive. With a quick jog down the stone drive, he was at your side, placing a hand tentatively on your back, causing you to turning into his arms with a sob.

Knowing the boys since practically birth, you'd all became quite attached and dependent on each other, and while you mostly felt like one big group of siblings, Eddie's feelings for you had always been different. And luckily for you he had the shittiest way of showing it.

"'Billy Dunne and his boys'." Chuck scoffed, the next to start edging out of the garage to come and check on you. "I'm sorry but have you seen us? Billy could've roughed him up but the rest of us would be dead meat."

Eddie rolled his eyes, taking a long drag from his joint and moving his gaze down to the floor. He truly believed he was doing you a favour, and that he had only the best intentions at heart, but he really didn't have the right way of showing that to you.

"She'll get over it." He dismissed once more with a shake of his head, staring at the group hug that had formed at the bottom of the drive, save for him and Billy.

"One day she won't." Billy chastised, his comment on the matter surprising Eddie. "And your going to pay the price of your shitty actions."

"That's rich coming from you." Eddie tapped his joint between his fingers, letting the burnt up but fall to floor in which he crushed it out under his boot. "Everything's going to be fine."

And it was - three days later - when he showed up on your doorstep with flowers. He'd called in to a flower shop in the centre of town, asked for a custom made arrangement of their finest baby's breath, daisies and tulips (all your favourites), and picked up a case of your favourite beer on the drive over.

He wasn't typically one for apologies, but he knew he had to, especially considering that you had stuck to your word of not showing up to practice and Billy hadn't batted an eye at your absence.

While it took a lot of convincing to get you to open the door, when you did, he'd put on his best smile, offered you the flowers, and told you he'd get on his knees if he had to. Eventually you'd cracked a smile, asking him if he wanted to come in and work through the six pack with you, and two beers in you admitted that he had been right.

The rest of your evening was spent with you telling Eddie how much of a dick Steve was and how happy you were that you weren't together anymore, and with Eddie trying to refrain from smiling too hard, worried that if you saw, you'd revoke your forgiveness and kick him out.

Part of him wished Billy had been there, to rub it in his face that, once again, you had forgiven him and ended up back in his arms. Just like he wanted.

He was certain you didn't know the effect you had on him, and if you did, he thought, you were simply cruel.

1971 - "shatter your illusions of love?"

The band was taking off. Not majorly, but in a way that had the people of Pittsburgh and nearby towns stopping you in the street to commend you on your work in the band. The manager Billy had put you all up with was suggesting you moved to LA as your sound was beginning to take off, but you were finding it hard to part with Pittsburgh.

Chuck wasn't coming to LA, but the rest of the band already seemed to have one foot out of the door. Pittsburgh had been your home all your life, moving to LA was new and scary and what if things went wrong? What if the band didn't take off and you ended up in LA, stranded, working some dead end job you could've just worked in the comfort of the familiarity of your home town?

Camilla wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling your head to rest against hers with a loving smile. "Penny for your thoughts."

"I'll give you a quarter if you can take them away and make them stop." The beautiful brunette laughed at your attempt to crack a joke. It was clear that the move was tormenting you. You'd arrived at the Dunne residence at 6:00am that morning, with a box in hand and a bag on your back claiming it was all your earthly belongings to take to LA, and you'd dumped them next to Grahams, taking residence on the porch steps ever since.

Eddie had arrived a few hours after you, with just a duffle bag to his name and quickly thrown it in the truck of the car. He'd spent all day helping the others pack their things and put them in the trunk without so much as a 'hi' to you, who he'd walked past at least a dozen times.

"It's just hard, y'know." Camilla, too, had lived in this town all her life, she, just like you, was leaving everything behind and putting all her faith in this band. "Seems like everyone else is dying to get out." You knocked your head against hers gently, reaching up for her hand that hung around your neck and squeezing if. "Is it bad that I want to stay?"

"It's human." Camilla answered earnestly, squeezing your hand back in return.

"You getting in the car, or gonna continue stealing my girl?" Billy yelled from the passenger seat, Eddie behind the wheel and Warren and Graham piled in the back between the boxes.

Camilla's eyes met yours and a silent conversation was held, while it wasn't too late for you to return to your childhood house, you knew, deep down that LA - the band - was what you wanted. The two of you walked towards the car hand in hand, climbed into the back and waved a last goodbye to Mrs Dunne.

Your squeezed yourself between Warren and the back of Eddie's chair, letting yourself get lost in thought as the long drive commenced.

It wasn't until 6 hours in that you came to a halt, everyone going into the gas station, and returning to the car to find things rearranged. Billy had taken over at the wheel with Camilla next to him, and Eddie had taken your position with his side pressed into the back of the drivers seat. You wasted no time in getting into the vehicle and into Eddie's side, who had opened his arm to you the second you climbed into the car.

You rested your head on his shoulder, hugging into his side with both your arms wrapped around him. Every time he offered you a hit of the joint he'd lit up, you took it, only taking small slow drags of it, really not in the mood but not wanting to not accept Eddie's kind offer.

It wasn't until you dropped to sleep on his shoulder that he moved his gaze to you, wherein it stayed until he himself fell asleep, his head resting lightly atop your own and his fingers tightly intertwined with yours.

When you woke before him hours later, you finally got to revel in the quiet, loving side of Eddie, enjoying the simple feelings of his head against yours and his fingers intertwined with your own. It was moments like these that truly made his sometimes plainly indecent attitude worth it.

The blond only began to wake as your hair made its way into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp in a way that had him fighting off sleep as soon as he dared open his eyes.

You had his heart in your hands and you didn't even truly know it.

1974 - "and is it over now, do you know how?"

"I hope, if I have a baby, she's as beautiful as Julia." You hummed, rocking the baby back and forth in your arms, one hand gently supporting her head while the other cradled her tiny body. "I'm serious Cami. She's unreal."

Camilla only leant her head against your shoulder in response, pressing a quick kiss to it in a thank you.

Julia's first Christmas had come around quick, and it was impossible to know where the time had gone. You would swear down that only yesterday you and Camilla walked hand in hand into the car, and now she had her own baby that had grown and been born and grown some more. If you weren't so captivated by the way her tiny hands grabbed for your fingers, you would've complained that it made you feel old.

As Camilla left your side at the call of her name, Eddie joined it, wrapping an arm around your waist while the other held his drink. He offered you a sip, but you shook your head, not wanting to potentially spill anything on the new-born.

"Isn't she beautiful?" You asked him, looking up from the sweet baby girl to find him already looking at you so, so fondly. Like you'd handcrafted the world and hung the stars in the sky.

"Yeah, she is." You knew he wasn't talking about Julia, but you'd let it slide this time, turning back to the baby as she pulled on your finger with more strength then you'd expected.

"I want a baby one day, maybe."

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, his fingers curling into your side and pulling you closer to him. "I'm sure we can make that work."

"We?" Snapping your head up to meet his gaze once more, you were semi-surprised to find a look of complete sincerity on the blonds face. Since when had he stopped being the best friend who chased all your lovers away and become this; the best friend who you wouldn't exactly deny the chance of spending the rest of your life with?

"Yeah, we." He answered, quickly and genuinely, as if it was the most simple answer in the entire realm of answers he could've given. "You, me, a baby. Somewhere in the hills. A big house, white picket fence, a couple of dogs. Sounds good to me."

Stunned to silence, you didn't move, not until Camilla called your name with the added quick command to 'smile.' Billy was quick to take the baby off of you after the photo was taken, claiming he needed yet another photo with his baby girl and he couldn't wait any longer. You weren't one to disagree.

Looping your arms around Eddie's neck, you flashed him your most flirtatious smile, pressing your chests together and attempting to get as close as you could to him. "You and me, huh?"

Eddie only nodded in response, knocking his head gently against yours and holding it there; your foreheads pressed together and breath hitting each others lips. All he would have to do is move half an inch closer and his lips would touch yours; but he wasn't going to do that tonight. Not in front of all your friends, not when he'd drunk slightly more then he should've and not when he'd been thinking about it since middle school. He'd waited over a decade, he could wait a little while longer, he decided.

"You and me." Eddie confirmed, using his hold on your waist to sway the two of you slowly back and forth to the Christmas music that played throughout Camilla and Billy's house. "Just like always."

"Unfortunately, I've already made those exact plans with Graham, so maybe next time."

Eddie pushed you away from him with an over the top pout, grumbling about how he knew you hated him and how this was years worth of Karma coming to bite him in the ass. And if it weren't for the way he was too busy admiring your head thrown back, eyes crinkled and cheeks dimpled in laughter, then maybe he'd have turned up the dramatics.

Oh, he was completely, royally fucked.

1976 - "pick up the pieces"

"C'mon Eddie, you can tell us, we'll still love you the same."

You'd been sat across from Eddie and Warren for the past hour since you'd got back to the tour bus, groupies crammed into every nook and cranny conceivable. So far, 4 different girls had tried it on with Eddie, and he'd turned down every single one, leading Warren and Karen to poking and prodding at him to find out why exactly that way.

"It's the 70's, dude, free love and all that shit." Warren explained with a pat to Eddie's chest, bursting into laughter at the thought alone. Eddie just frowned, not wanting to say anything about the two of you like you had agreed - he loved you so much he wanted to shout it from rooftops, but he loved you enough to keep the secret like you agreed.

He didn't understand why you'd keep it secret; not when everyone knew he'd been pining after you since middle school. But you were too worried it'd change the dynamics of the band, that people would just start to see you as the bassists girlfriend and not your own person. Eddie respected that and, knowing how important it was to you, he knew that people knowing about your relationship could wait.

"Now that I think about it." Karen added from next to you, Graham's arm wrapped around her waist. "I don't think I've seen you get your dick wet once on this tour, are you sure it still works?"

That caused laughter to echo through out the tour bus, band and groupies alike laughing at the suggestion that something was wrong with Eddie. Your Eddie. The mocking alone was enough to have you breaking your agreement, but the absolute crestfallen look on his face, told you what you were about to do was right.

"His dick works fine, thank you." You snapped, looking only at Eddie as you spoke, no one else's opinion mattered now, only his, on what you were doing. "We've been together since new years of '74. You've all just been so far up your own asses that you didn't notice."

Silence settled over the group before Graham burst out laughing, followed quickly by Warren and Karen. "I'm sorry, but there's just no way." Graham laughed, a hand pressed to his chest as he tried to regain his breath, completely thrown for a loop by your sudden confession. "Eddie's been in love with you since middle school, there's no way he'd finally open up to you about it - he'd have done so a decade ago if that were the case."

"You don't believe me?" You scoffed, standing from your seat next to Karen and taking the two steps to stand in front of Eddie, quickly lowering yourself into his lap. His hands held the back of your thighs as your arms moved over his shoulders, one hand cradling the back of his neck while the other tangled into his hair. "Fine."

You didn't waste another second, grinding down into Eddie's lap as you moved into a kiss, pulling and tugging and kissing and sucking in a way too public display of affection. Eddie squeezed at your thigh and when you gasped slipping his tongue past your lips, making the kiss be some sloppier and more desperate as each moment went on. He was quick to stand from his seat, you wrapping your legs around his waist and allowing him to blindly carry you into the back of the tour bus, wherein you could continue your activity in a more private setting.

The group you'd left behind were stunned into silence, each looking at each other lost as to what to say. Eventually, the conversation carried on, but silence continued to consume them whenever they heard a particularly loud moan, or the bus shook a little. How they'd missed it? They'd never know. But that didn't matter, you and Eddie were far too happy about not having to hide things to care about what they thought.

1977 - "and go home"

Tears brimmed your eyes as you moved to the front of the stage, hand in hand with the band as you said your final goodbye. No one had said that yet, that this was the end, but you knew, deep down that it was. Things couldn't continue like this.

You were stood between Eddie and Warren, your two favourite boys, and gripping their hands tightly, bowing low and long before the last audience you may ever see.

Maybe the girl who sat on the Dunne brothers porch steps, unsure if it was worth leaving Pittsburgh would laugh at you now, tell you she'd been right and that everything had gone to shit eventually. But 8 years on, you couldn't have been more grateful for Camilla taking your hand and bringing you to the car.

You had experienced a life that others only dreamed of, one that seemed like a fantasy - it had been real and it had been yours. That was enough.

One by one, the band moved off the stage, listening to the sounds of applause and cheers from their fans as they left. You and Eddie were the last to go, being the furthest from the stage exit, you decided to put on one final show.

You grabbed Eddie by the lapels of his stunning white suit, whispering into his ear. "You look good up on the stage, hot stuff. Gonna miss seeing you like this."

"You can see me everyday." Eddie replied, caressing your face with his hand and holding it against your jaw. "We got a nice house up in the hills to find and some kids to start having." He tilted your jaw up and closer to his, his lips brushing over yours in a featherlight graze. "Unless you still plan on doing that with Graham."

"Shut up."

You closed the gap between you, kissing him hot and hard for the whole of Chicago - and by the next morning, the whole world - to see. The crowd went wild at the scene, that you quickly ended, giving a final bow before running off the stage hand in hand.

As you ran into the wings, you didn't spare a thought to the life you were leaving behind, instead only focusing on the life you and Eddie had planned for yourself - and how awesome that would be.

[allisluv]

---- drabble / oneshot wip list

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masterlist.

guidelines.

requests: open

wip:

the hunger games:

*johanna getting turned on by readers hands

*katniss and reader getting ready in tigris' shop

*sex with katniss in the meadow

finnick comforting reader through a hard time

reader comforting katniss after her breakdown in mjp2

madge and reader getting married

tigris guiding you through a panic attack

*masc johanna post rebellion smut

finnick x reader in an everlark admiring from afar situation

rejecting finnicks proposal

post!hijack peeta x reader based on the alchemy by taylor swift

finnick taking care of you after you get your wisdom teeth taken out

katniss and reader in district thirteen*

johanna being impressed when her partner takes control

finnick helping reader with binge eating

finnick helping reader through a sensory overload

haymitch and effie at readers graduation

finnick on your birthday

*scissoring sub!annie when she’s on her period

*finnick making reader suck on his fingers when she’s being too loud

finnick and reader being parental over their young tributes

annie doing stick and poke on reader

reader doing finnick's makeup

finnick overhearing people making fun of his partners lisp

dating sejanus headcanons

annie and reader being best friends

*post war johanna with a hair pulling kink

katniss explaining her asexuality to peeta

johanna x reader with anorexia

katniss with a cat loving girlfriend

finnick x vegetarian!reader

making out with johanna while your homophobic parents are downstairs

haymitch’s daughter sneaking up on him

finnick x reader who’s ashamed of her scars (TW)

finnick helping reader realise that her past trauma and what happened was not okay (TW)

finnick x reader in the gym

katniss x grieving!reader

finnick x reader who doesn't pay him any attention (and is lowkey oblivious)

finnick finds your childhood teddy while looking for a valentine's day gift

“i didn’t know where else to go” during a thunder storm with finnick

peeta with a partner who’s ashamed of her scars from a previous surgery

finnick and reader making their favourite meal together

parent!odesta when their daughter sees finnick’s propo from district 13

finnick trying alcohol from readers native country

lucy gray and reader being best friends

sweet sex with finnick*

friends to lovers smut with finnick*

platonic johanna and finnick headcanons

finnick x dom!reader headcanons (sfw)

finnick with reader who gets stressed about her schoolwork

finnick x haymitch’s!daughter

finnick letting wife!reader be his personal barber after the war

fluffy smut with finnick*

comforting finnick when he tells you about his experiences in the capitol

criminal minds:

derek's long lost daughter showing up at the bullpen

jj finding out her daughter vapes

emily realising she has a crush on reader for the first time

*rough sex and soft aftercare with emily

elle nsfw alphabet

spencer helping hurt!reader

daisy jones and the six:

billy, his wife and their daughter spend father’s day together

daisy x fem!dunne!reader

sneaking off with billy during an awards ceremony

eddie x fem!dunne reader

being in a secret relationship with eddie

karen sfw alphabet

warren x famous!actress!reader

best friends to lovers trope with camila

"what if someone sees?" with daisy

billy and camila smut

graham x reader meeting in a bar

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ¬𝐯¬ | headcanons, smut, x reader (old post)

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 | oneshot, angst?, x reader? (old post)

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐈𝐟 (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫… (𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐜𝐬) | headcanons, fluff and not fluff, father-daughter dynamic

• Max Caulfield •

Some incorrect texts (old post)

Short relationship headcanons with Max Caulfield | headcanons, fluff, x reader (old post, but rewrote it, so it's not so bad anymore)

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Chloe Price •

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Victoria Chase •

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Warren Graham •

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Nathan Prescott •

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 | headcanons, mostly fluff, x reader (old post)

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Kate Marsh •

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Frank Bowser •

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Rachel Amber •

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (+ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Alex Chen •

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Steph Gingrich •

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

✨ Little Misfortune ✨

Comin soon...

★ South Park ★

• Eric Cartman •

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

(𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞?) 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | headcanons, yandere, x reader

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬)? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Stan Marsh •

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬)? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Kyle Broflowski •

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬)? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Kenny McCormick •

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬)? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Butters Stotch •

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬)? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Craig Tucker •

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Jimmy Valmer •

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

Magic tricks | oneshot, smut, x male! reader

• Tolkien Black •

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Tweek Tweak •

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Clyde Donovan •

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤) | headcanons, fluff, x reader

🐔 Stardew Valley 🐔

• Shane •

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 | headcanons, smut, x reader

⭐ Markiplier Cinematic Universe

• Darkiplier •

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, darkstache

• Wilford Warfstache •

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, darkstache

• Damien •

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 | headcanons

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐜𝐬 (𝐖𝐊𝐌) | headcanons, yandere, x reader

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 | oneshot, angst, x reader

“𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆” | oneshot, angst?, x reader

👁 Septic universe 👁

• Marvin the Magnificent •

𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 | oneshot, yandere, x reader

Crankgameplays (Ethan Nestor's) alter egos

Coming soon...

🎭 Sally Face

• Sal Fisher •

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 (Sal Fisher x Reader) | oneshot, x reader

🏘 Welcome Home

• Wally Darling •

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐇 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Sally Starlet •

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Frank Frankly •

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐇 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Howdy Pillar •

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐇 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Poppy Partridge •

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Barnaby B. Beagle •

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐇 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Julie Joyful •

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ | headcanons, fluff, x reader

• Eddie Dear •

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐇 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲" 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? | headcanons, fluff, x reader

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ | headcanons, fluff, x reader

🔥 Hazbin Hotel

• Vox •

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲! 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧�� 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, sfw & nsfw, x reader & staticmoth

• Valentino•

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲! 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | headcanons, sfw & nsfw, x reader & staticmoth

👾 Undertale

Coming soon...

🕷 Marvel

Coming soon...

💗 Dream Daddy

Coming soon...

🚀 Voltron: Legendary Defender

• Keith Kogane •

𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | headcanons, fluff & slight smut, x reader

• Takashi "Shiro" Shirogen •

𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | headcanons, fluff & slight smut, x reader

• Prince Lotor •

𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | headcanons, fluff & slight smut, x reader

• Emperor Zarkon •

𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | headcanons, fluff & slight smut, x reader

⚔ Attack on Titan ⚔

• Erwin Smith •

𝐄𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜𝐬 | headcanons, fluff, x reader

🐰🦊 FNaF 🐻🐔

Coming soon...

🍕 The Security Breach Show 🍕

TSBS masterlist

🦔 Sonic the Hedgehog (all sorts of media) 🦔

Coming soon...

☕ Cuphead (Casino Cups, DDWTD, The Cuphead Show, DLC, etc.)

Coming soon...

🔪 Yandere Simulator

𝐔𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | headcanons, x reader

? Gravity Falls ¿

Coming soon...

Now You See Me

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🐲 Lego Elves

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Cult of The Lamb

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Creepypasta

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☢ SCP

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📏 Baldi's Basics

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Piggy [roblox horror game]

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Super Mario Bros

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Harry Potter

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Vtubers

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Helluva Boss

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BNHA/MHA

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Lovelink

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BJ Alex

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Beastars

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🐴 Star Stable Online

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Henry Stickmin

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Rainbow Friends

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Tell Me Why

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Trollhunters

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The Last Guardian

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🌹 Your Boyfriend

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Amanda the Adventurer

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Hearts and Heroes

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Night at the Museum

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My Candy Love

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Garten of BanBan

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⭐ HAMILTON ⭐

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Black-ish

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Poppy Playtime

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🎪 The Amazing Digital Circus

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[katiepotatie]

that way «Eddie Roundtree x f!Y/N»

Request/Summary: Anon asked, "Could you do an Eddie Roundtree oneshot based on the song "That Way" by Tate McRae ft Jeremy Zucker with a childhood friend of the band who also lives in California?" AN: Heyy! This is my first time writing a full oneshot/imagine since like 2019 when I was a literal child and in my MHA phase, so it's not the best thing ever... but it'll have to suffice 😙 Anyways, this imagine is MY interpretation of the song. I don't want people telling me to change how I've written my story (the only exception is constructive criticism on grammar, little fiddly bits in the story and ways to expand the plot a bit ❤️) Also Anon, I hope this is okay! I kept the song elements and childhood bsf part so... 😅 ---------------------------------- Word Count: 1.4k ------------------------------------- Warnings: Angst, Mentions of drug use and alcohol use, a bit fluffy, breakdown/kinda a depressive episode, short...hehe. --------------------------------

SFW

You and Eddie Roundtree have been friends forever. So, when he asked you to move with his band 4 months ago, you jumped at the chance. You were unaware, however, of the amount of partying that this would involve. You had always been a ballsy person but even some of the stuff that Graham was doing was a bit out of your comfort zone. 

When you were little, Eddie lived next door, sneaking through bedroom windows to comfort each other during storms and playing your piano, coming up with little songs. You were each other’s first kiss and Eddie took you to prom. Everyone said you two would get married one day. You said ‘no’. He said ‘maybe’. You still do stuff like that together but he’s off with groupies half the time. You hate to think it but, you feel like you are something more than just best friends…

Jealousy has overtaken your creativity lately. Every song you write is about him and you can’t fathom the fact that you might like him more than the unbreakable bond you’ve made over the years. Shit, you might even love him.

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“Hey Y/N! Come join us!”

You look over and see Warren and some other guys smoking something from a bong and you agreed. Anything to get your mind off Eddie dragging that girl to his room.

During the day, he’s the sweetest most loving person you’ll ever meet, but at night… You hate to think what else he does than hook up. It’s like he’s making you run in circles, constantly, you hate it. In fact, it’s almost draining. So, drowning out your sorrows in drugs and alcohol seems like the perfect solution.

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3 hours later and you’re pissed and high wearing a halter neck bralette and flared jeans, wishing that you didn’t exist. That this stupid crush didn’t exist.

That Eddie and you never existed.

So, as you lay there on the couch, listening to the unwanted people still vacating the house, you start to cry. You want to leave but, getting up wasn’t the easiest thing when you’re bawling your eyes out, drunk and high and surrounded by people you don’t even know. But you proceed to someone’s room, that definitely isn’t yours. To your surprise, there aren’t any girls in here anymore. Or a boy. You lay on the double bed in the middle of the room and ponder, still crying. Just wondering whether moving here was the right choice after all.

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You awake, unaware that you fell asleep in the first place. It’s not cold like how it was when you came into the empty room. You turn around to find that Eddie was the reason you didn’t have frostbite. Peeling his arm from your torso, you sit up and regain consciousness before standing up and walking to your room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You turn to find a sleepy Eddie Roundtree at the end of his bed, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“To bed.” You reply, clearly annoyed. Yet, some people just can’t take the hint.

“But you were in bed.”

“My bed dumbass. Besides you probably just fucked some groupie-“ you stopped yourself, but it was too late. Eddie looked at you concerned; you could only tell by the small slither of moonlight coming from the window.

He stood up and approached you slowly taking note of the vulnerable state you put yourself in.

“What are you talking about?”

He cupped your cheeks and his palms felt warm, you felt at home.

“The girl... from earlier... didn’t you-“ He cut you off. Your faces so close together that your lips almost touched. You didn’t like that. You felt like he was taking advantage of you, but oh well, it’s Eddie motherfucking Roundtree we’re talking about here.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N.” He did in fact know what you were talking about. Not only was it horrible but she wasn’t you. And that’s what hurt him the most.

But it hurt you more.

You sigh, pulling his hands away from your face.

“Too high to remember?”

He didn’t answer only looked down in shame.

“Of course.” You scold him as your eyes start to water. You can’t keep them back like you normally would, which means that your heart is officially broken.

You peel away from him and run through the house to the rooftop. You sit on the ledge and cry until you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Y’know, friends don’t look at friends that way.” It’s Karen.

You wipe away your tears and turn to face her, “huh…?”

“I heard everything... are you okay?” You nod, it’s not the most reassuring thing ever, but it works.

“Anyways, what were you saying? About the friend’s thing?”

Karen smiles sadly, “He looks at you the same way Camila looks at Billy, or how Graham looks at me. He loves you, Y/N. And I can tell you love him too.”

You look down, as if ashamed that you love him, that someone knows you love him.

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Eddie paces around his room. He knows he fucked up but there aren’t very many ways he can repair what he had broken. Trust. Comfort. Love. He overthought everything through so heavily that he became dizzy. Getting drunk again as if it might mend the hole in his heart for a little while. It didn’t. He was just drunk and delusional. Eddie put his hands to his head in frustration, making his headache, heartache and longing for your arms around his waist. Like you always would whenever you missed him. You wished you could do that too.

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“Friends don’t look at friends that way.” That was repeating in your head non-stop over the next few days making your mind blurry and incognitive. Locking yourself in your room and staring at the void in your wall for hours on end wasn’t healthy. You knew this, you just didn’t give a shit. Even though everyone was worried you convinced yourself no one cared. That Eddie will never love you. That no one will ever love you. This obviously not true because 4 days after the ‘incident’, Eddie walks into your room. You were crying on the floor, next to a blanket and a box of tissues.

“Hey... We’re all really worried y’know.” He assures. You just lean on his shoulder as he sits down next to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder. It was nice there. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a small wave of happiness.

“I’m sorry.” You choke out. Still crying and overwhelmed.

“For what exactly? I was the one who fucked a bunch of girls and still thought that I deserved the most amazing one of all.” He chuckled. You smiled. Until you didn’t. Raising your head from his shoulder, turning to face him,  your face grew the grimacing emotion of anxiety.

“Do… Do you love me, Eddie?”

“Of course, Y/N. Who wouldn’t lo-“

“No. Do you love me, Eddie Roundtree. I need to know because this is what your games, or whatever the fuck you’re playing me at, has done to me.”  You grasp his hand, solemnly. His face contorts into something you haven’t seen from him before. He’s about to cry.

“Why the fuck would you ever think I didn’t love you as more than friends, Y/N? I have loved you the second I laid eyes on you. The minute you showed me how to play piano. The hour I spent making you a stupid sign to ask you to prom. I just figured you had other people in mind. That we were strictly platonic-“

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for the kiss you have both longed for since you laid eyes on each other. The passionate, painful, loving, gentle kiss you had needed since you knew you loved each other. With no words said, you have told Eddie a million things.

“Karen told me this thing, the night of the party…” Eddie said as the kiss broke. As if on que, you said in unison,

“Friends don’t look at friends that way…”

AN: If y'all want a taglist just tell me ❤️

[lifeisvortex]

"It's just potassium. No need to freak out...Oh, God. I might have set the lab on fire. Ms. Grant will kill me, I'll be expelled and there will be no future doctor Graham to save the world." A sudden cry makes Nathan look for its source. The voice is familiar but he can't put a face on it, not until he sees Gayrum pacing in front of a game collection and mumbling like an utter idiot.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Nathan has half the mind to leave the loser to moan about his science but something makes him stop. The nerd is always with the hippie so there's a chance he might know about the secret Santa thing. He can get him to look at the list and ask for his expertise on what to buy at the same time. 

Kill two dumb things with one loser or something.

Yeah, that's it.

[fxckinginsaneinthebrain]

prompt warren goes for love advice from chloe because he wants to idk kiss max? be her boyfriend? you pick

“Favorite food?”

“Waffles. Belgian variety. Preferably with chocolate.”

“Favorite Drink?”

“Dr. Pepper.”

“Favorite Movie?”

“Final Fantasy: Spirits Within.”

“Favorite flower?”

“Jasmine.”

“Fav—“

“Jesus Christ, Warren, what the hell? Thefuck’d you wanna know all this crap for? I thought you were coming over here toget our game on!” Chloe laughed, interrupting the brown haired boy, and lookingover from her perch on the bed. Blonde brows immediately furrowed, and she satup, spying the object held in his hands. “… Dude, are you—are you taking notes?”

“…. No…?” Came his response, palm moving over the pad inorder to try and hide what he could, having written down everything thus farChloe had told him, including her girlfriend’s favourite teas, TV Shows, andspots to hang out. However, when he saw that the punk wasn’t budging, he sighedand tossed the pad down on the bed, moving over to sit on the edge from hisprevious perch of Chloe’s spare car seat. He rolled up the sleeves of hisshirt, and rubbed his hand over his face in a mix of embarrassment and exhaustion.“… Alright, alright, fine—yes, I was making notes. I… I like her, dude. And, andshe told me she’s been, like, trying to find herself lately. Maybe I might be,y’know, in with a shot…”

‘Oh, Warren…’Chloe thought sadly, sitting up properly and looking over said notes (which inreality were just a bunch of words around the name ‘Max’. Why was she sad forhim? Well, that was simple. Max, in trying to find herself, had also foundherself more often than not in Chloe’s bed, under the covers, with little to noclothes on.

Chloe almost felt bad enough to put him out of his misery.

Almost. After all, what kind of friend would she be if shedidn’t have at least a little bit of fun with the situation?

“Alright, bud,” She said,putting the notebook down and shuffling forward, in order to bump theirshoulders together playfully. “I’ll tell you what… Lemme give you some pointersin the art of Wooing Max Caulfield…”

A few days later, lying completely bare and curled intoChloe’s equally-naked shoulder, Max let out a soft snicker, earning a softgrunt from the punk she was using as a pillow.

Chloe’s free hand (that wasn’t wrapped around Max’s shoulder)moved to prop up her head, in order to look down at the brunette with afurrowed brow.  “… Jesus; I ain’t so badyou’re laughing, am I?” She chuckled playfully, leaning down and pressing akiss into brown locks, taking in the scent that marked her girlfriend; vanillashampoo, jasmine perfume, and – oh yeah – the unmistakeable odour of sweat andsex. It all added up to her new favourite smell in the world, tied with freshlybrewed coffee. “C’mon, fuzzball—spill.”

Max simply snickered for a moment or two more, beforelooking up into her lovers eyes, a smirk present on her features. “… Warrentried to ask me out today.”

Chloe almost choked on her own spit. “W-well, I hope yousaid no!” She managed to blubber, shocked beyond words.

“Oh, I did;” She responded with a smallsmirk still present, cocking an eyebrow up at Chloe, as if to say ‘mhm’. “Only, I was really confused…Because, for some weird reason, he turned up to ask me wearing a striped shirt,beret, and smelling like Garlic bread…”

‘Oh, shit…’

“Now, I don’t know who could have told him this… But he saidhe had intel from a reliable source that I have a thing for Frenchguys…”

[silvvermst]

GIVE YOU THE WORLD

SYNOPSIS :: you accidentally riled up a school bully and guess who decided to make an appearance, that white knight nerd from your Science class.

NOTE :: trying a grumpy x sunshine oneshot? black cat and orange cat oneshot? idk i’m just trying (this is long af and ngl I'm tempted to make this a series)

TYPE :: fluff

It was a warm afternoon and the school bell rang early, which gives time for the students to spend their leisure time. But of course, your professor has to be a real dick and make your whole class create a project and pass it the very next day.

So here you are now, in the library hoping that you can get started on how your project is going to be, where the sun has already gone down and you're needing just one more book to search through the shelves. At least it was peaceful here in the library, that was until small moans and groans had been echoing at the very back of the library, away from the librarian's desk.

“You gotta be shitting me.” You muttered under your breath. Walking away was your option, until the guy started talking. Wait a fucking minute, that's Juliet's boyfriend.

You should have minded your own business, but she was your friend. It would be devastating to find out through your friend about your boyfriend's betrayal, but sitting around and doing nothing might be even worse.

You grab your phone from your pocket and without hesitation, took a picture. The only mistake was why the hell is your flash on to begin with?!

Both of them looked up and they saw your head popping from the side of the shelf.

The bliss on their face was replaced by rage, he pushed away the girl on top of him and quickly dressed up. “Give me you fucking phone.” The mean aura around him makes you step back as he steps closer.

“No the fuck I won't.” You were preparing for a sprint when he caught your arm, digging his nails onto your skin leaving moon crescent marks.

It stings but you try your best to get him off of you. It all happened so fast, when a fist swung at the guy's face. He immediately lost his balance while the person who punched him curled into a ball from the searing pain in his hand that swung at Zachary.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” You muttered, looking back and forth at the two idiots who were yelping in pain.

The girl he was with already fled away, but you stood there debating whether to help the poor guy, not Zachary, but the other who looks like he's the one who's been punched.

“Fuck! What's up with your face? Ow!” The stranger groaned as he cradled his stupid hand to his chest.

Zachary had already stood up straight and immediately followed-up a stronger punch right into the guy who punched him first. The impact of Zachary's punch on his face made him stumble against the bookshelves that made the books fall on the wooden floor with loud thumps.

Finally! The librarian made their way to the scene and let out a shriek, guess the books were more important than the guy who had his face punched. You saw how the librarian finished putting back the fallen books to its shelves, and looked at the three of you.

“They did it, Zachary Riggins has been fucking a new girl here in your library.” You voiced out, taking the initiative to blame Zachary. “It's distracting since they're getting louder, we're only here to inform him to get out.”

The librarian raised their eyebrow that looks like they're doubting your story, and took a look at Zachary with his messy shirt and hair, with pants undone.

“Mr. Riggins, come with me to detention, you too.” They said pointing at you. Come on, you really don't have time for this shit.

“I, uh, I will. After I, I helped him to the infirmary.” I said, going to the stranger who has his hands on his face, still sitting on the floor. “He was punched by that asshole for helping me since I was being harassed by Zachary.”

The librarian took a moment before nodding their head, “Fine, then you and Mr. Graham go straight to detention, understand?”

You nodded, and watched them disappear between the bookshelves. You turned your head to the stranger, who was still in the same position.

“You shouldn't have involved yourself if you can't take a punch.” You said, and nudged him with your foot to stand up.

“Mhm... my vision is blurry.” His voice was full of pain.

You winced the moment he lifted his head, a dark violet has been spreading around his right eye. “Come on, get on your feet. I'll help you.” Your patience was running thin when he didn’t move an inch, so all you did was slumped down the floor and sat beside him. “What are you even doing here? I thought students get to roam free since we’ve all had early dismissals.”

“Uh, just like you. I'm preparing for my project in our Science class.” His answer was still weak but he looked at you when he felt your warmth.

“What do you mean?” You connected two and two together, so he was actually your classmate. “Oh, are you new?”

His brows furrowed like what you said was weird, and from his point of view, it definitely was.

“I have been your classmate for a year... you, you never noticed?” The tone of his voice changed and his expression was dejected. As you quickly looked away because of the guilt building inside of you. “I even passed you my notes when you said you forgot yours.”

You tried to remember the times where you talked to him in class, tried even harder the time you saw him in your class! But nothing comes to mind, it was as if he was invisible to begin with.

“Can't remember.” You bluntly say, before adding up, “Now, get up, I'll take you to the infirmary.” Holding out your hand towards him.

His expression was still like a hurt-puppy and your words added salt to his wound, but he won't miss an opportunity to hold your hand so he took it without questions.

“Jesus, if you've been punched in your left eye as well you'd look like a panda.” There was coldness in your voice yet the moment he snickered you couldn't help but chuckle.

“I'd love to be a panda if it means you won't get hurt.” He says, and you'd be deaf if you say you didn't hear it. It was plain and clear, but you decided not to ask anything about it.

In just half a minute, you were in front of the infirmary. Opening the doors and helping him to get inside as he only has one good eye, his right has already closed. The infirmary was quiet as always, but this time it was too quiet. Calling out to the nurses in charge, no one greeted you back.

“Shit!” Cursing to yourself, before looking back at him. In his pitiful state, he’s in one of those sofa chairs that are placed near the wall. “Hey, come on. Let’s put you to bed.” All he did was to nod.

You helped him reach the end of the bed before collapsing into it, “Wait for me, I’ll grab some ice.”

You quickly left his side and went to the desk of the nurse’s station, you saw an empty ice bag and searched for a freezer to fill it with ice. Then, returning to his side you poked him in the arms. “I’ll put the ice bag in your eyes, ok? It will reduce the swelling.” But it looks like he was already sleeping the pain off when he didn’t respond and so you leaned over and put the ice bag on his eyes, and another on his knuckles that landed on the jerk's face. After your job was done, you were planning to leave and head to detention by yourself but he uttered your name.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Mhm. I was almost asleep. But I heard you walking away, didn't the librarian tell you to go to detention with me?” He said, his eyes still closed.

“Well, obviously, you can't do detention right now given your situation.” You explained with your finger pointing at the ice bag. “It's best if you rest here.”

He pushed himself to sit up at the hospital bed, taking the ice bag off of his face. “Look, I'm fine.”

The bruised eye was still twitching and the color of it stays the same. “Don't be stupid. You're not in a good condition–.”

“Fine.” He said as a sigh, prolonging the syllable. “At least, stay here, please. I got hurt because of the jerk.”

“Ha! Not my problem, I didn't ask you to do shit.” You coldly responded, being aware how he's using his current state to make you stay. Why would he even want you to stay? You barely know him.

But he knows so much about you.

“Please, just until I fall asleep or the nurse comes back. I just want to talk to somebody.” He pleaded, gosh, his pitiful state just added an effect for his puppy-dog eyes.

“You're so sensitive.” Only a small laugh slipped out of your lips as you massaged your temples with your index and thumb.

“Ouch! That sounds awful the way you say it.” He added, that only turned your small laugh into a giggle. “It's just, I never thought that I would be so invisible that you wouldn't notice me.”

Again, the guilt creeped in that you rethink about the times you took classes together. Were you so out of your system that you have passed a year without interacting with anyone, well, aside from your circle. But they were all in different classes and you don't share one with them, you figured that circle of friends was enough and you don't have to interact with anyone.

But you stayed quiet, letting him continue his sentence, “You belong with the Vortex, so I knew you were trouble when I first saw you in our class. Yet the days go by, you weren't really like them. Sure, Nathan was an asshole through and through. Victoria will make you a laughing stock on her blog. Yet you, you don't push people to their limit or crush them beneath your status and wealth. You're just, you just don't care.”

He talks as if he knows everything about you, that it made you step back. “Shit, are you a private investigator? I don't need a character analysis right now, Mr. Graham.”

“You know my name?!” You were surprised by how he almost jumped out of the bed.

“Be careful! You can get really hurt from your stupidity. And no, I don't, I just heard the librarian mention it.”

“Aw..” He sulks going back to slumping against the pillow on his hospital bed.

“But since we got in this situation, we might as well get to know each other, propely.” You suggested, to lessen the fact that you don't remember a bit of him.

“Right, I'm Warren Daniel Graham, just Warren is fine.” In turn, you told him your name even though he has already muttered it a hundred of times in his mouth. Loving the way your name rolls off his tongue.

“Did you know that we first met in the hallway, in your locker. I think you were talking to Victoria about how you'd be her next model.”

“Ah, yeah, I modelled for Victoria once. I think that was a year ago. And, a guy,” You stopped mid-sentence, that memory of yours when a guy accidentally did something stupid. “Holy shit! You're that guy who threw his dissected frog at Victoria!” You said your hands were throwing in the air.

“Accidentally.” He corrected, “Ever since then, I feel like I've been part of the Vortex's Kill List.”

You can't help but laugh out loud, replaying the memory that was once buried. Seeing the reaction of Victoria made you speechless at that time, as for the guy, well, Warren, his dimwitted expression only added to the fuel that was bound to explode from Victoria. You can still vividly remember how she slapped Warren, hard, then walked away and grabbed you in the process.

“Oh, shush, I convinced them not to. Nathan was ready to make you regret coming here, but I just told them that no one took a picture and the issue was already gone.” You explained to ease his worries.

“Shit, thanks to you, I'm still alive to this day.” He smiled, fuck, he looks so adorable with that grin.

“So we're even now.” You commented, you didn't even notice you already sat down at the foot of the bed and laughed at how the conversation was flowing so easily. Being comfortable with anyone that fast was never really your thing, it took a lot of time before you can show your true colors to someone else.

You noticed the fatigue in his eyes and how it slowly crept into his body, taking it over and how his muscles loosened.

“Don't go.”

“I won't, silly. I promised I'll go when you're fast asleep.” He nods, still trying to fight off the weariness.

It wasn't long before he is fast asleep, he looked more peaceful and you knew it was time to go.

“Oh my! I'm sorry I took my break too long.” A nurse appeared when you hopped off the bed.

“It's alright, he's just resting. He got the black eye from a fight.” You explained, grabbing your bag on the bedside table. “Please, take care of him.”

With that, you quietly walked away and went to detention. Just your luck.

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– keeps your favourite snacks on him whenever you guys hang out

– makes mixtapes for you

– doodles on the page of your notebook as he keeps you company as you study

– even with anxiety of his own, he orders/speaks for you

– not one week goes by where you don’t have a sneaky sleepover

– finds you the smallest but most useful trinkets

– traces small patterns over your hip when you’re cuddling and can’t seem to fall asleep

– doing all nighters on the weekends just to play video games together

– warren constantly fawning over you

– watches & loves all of the romcoms you watch

– late night drives that end up with the two of you making out in the backseat

– whenever you guys hug, he’d always wait until you let go first. always wanting that extra couple minutes of being close to you

– stealing his graphic t-shirts

– kisses you at any opportunity he gets

– both frequent regulars at the two whales diner (most known for going together)

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[risswirly]

Silent Sparks

SYNOPSIS: You and Warren are having a movie night but things get a little awkward when you wonder if your feelings are reciprocated or not GENRE: fluff NOTE: First time writing!!! Sorry there's barely any dialogue I kinda wanted the tension to feel unspoken if ykwim WORD COUNT: 1.4k

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Warren thoughtfully shuffles through his CD collection, gazing upon each film and thinking it over in his mind for a moment before moving on to the next as if his selection holds great significance for your movie night, despite the fact it was now a common occurrence. Your room was lit dimly, illuminated only by the ambient warm glow of a lamp and the TV screen waiting for a disk to be inserted. Huddled under the warmth of your blankets you wait patiently for him to pick which movie the two of you would watch this time.

He brings a hand to his chin thinking hard "Hmm lets goo... Scott Pilgrim!" he finally picks with a pleased grin, taking the disk out of its case and into the DVD player. You scoff lightly "All that thinking for a movie we've already watched a million times?" you look back at him with a raised eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips amused by his choice. He quickly grabs the remote before joining you on your bed huddling under your blankets excitedly. He climbs into the space next to you and you feel his side press against yours as he shuffles around finding a comfortable position. "What can I say, I'm a sucker for Edgar Write's directing" he replies with a shrug, "You act as if this isn't one of your favourite movies too" he adds teasingly, the grin on his face unwavering. You roll your eyes shaking your head lightly, unable to argue with his choice. 

As the movie begins you huddle up into him, gently resting against him with your head on the side of his shoulder. After almost a year of being friends you were at a point in your friendship where physical intimacy no longer felt awkward or uncertain, although it never went anything beyond quick greeting hugs or leaning on each other it still managed to make your heart beat just that little bit faster making you wonder if it meant more than you knew it did. 

As you bring yourself closer to warrens side he carefully wraps his arm around you resting his hand on your opposite shoulder. you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and thank god he's too focused on the opening credits to notice how red you've become. 

Eyes glued to the film his hand begins to fidget, slowly he starts to mindlessly play with the ends of your hair, twirling it around, delicately folding it through his fingers. You curse to yourself in your mind reminding yourself this probably meant nothing and take a deep breath, doing your best not to alert him, trying to focus on the movie once more and stop the out of control fluttering in your stomach. 

Eventually you're able to engage with the movie, your heart rate accustoming to the close proximity. As the narrative plays the two of you laugh and make comments here and there about the plot and characters 

"what do you mean Envy is the best ex? She isn't even in the league of evil exes, she doesn't count!" Warren argues against your comment about the best villain, trying not to let his smile peek through his serious expression. "Look she had a cool ass song ensemble and is hot as hell aaannd technically she's Scott's ex, so she counts" You retort back with a smug look on your face. Warren peers down at you, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed attempting to look menacing... or angry? You couldn't really tell considering he was just about the least intimidating nerd on the planet. Looking at his grumpy expression you burst out into laughter at how silly he looks trying to act mad. While he tries to keep the act up he fails to stop the grin tugging at his lips.

As you laugh you cant help but feel comfortable in his presence. You watch as his eyes gaze over your face, melting into a soft smile, amused as you giggle at him. this felt right, being with him just made everything feel so easy. 

In your laughter, you begin to shuffle around again readjusting your posture, sinking deeper into the couch. As you settle into your new spot, without thinking you gently snake your arm around Warren's abdomen holding him by his waist under the blanket. You don't realise how intimate your actions are until you hear his sharp breath and feel the sensation of his warm skin on your cold fingertips where his shirt had risen slightly. You feel his inhale under your arm resting on his stomach and sit completely frozen in shock for a moment before regaining your senses and quickly retreating your arm. 

He holds his breath in for a second, taken aback. "oh um" he mutters quietly after a moment. You sit upright, eyes wide, startled by your own impulsive actions. "I- Im so sorry. I didn't mean to..." you stammer, unsure of what to say. You look at his face and see his own eyes are wide, a mix of emotions splayed out over his features. flustered? confused? uncomfortable? Each looking like the other in an unreadable blur. 

"I wasn't thinking, sorry" You explain, finally getting the words out cohesively looking down at your lap unable to meet his gaze. You shuffle away slightly hoping that the distance would make him feel less uncomfortable, that is.. if he was uncomfortable.? maybe he didn't mind it? God, what were you even thinking!. "no no, its okay, really" he replies hurriedly sitting upright. 

You turn your head back to the movie and sit limply with your hands resting on either said of your lap on top of the blanket. Somehow feeling colder with the unusual distance between the two of you. Although your eyes were fixated on the screen the film was the last thing on your mind, repeatedly replaying the last minute in your head over an over. 

Warren returns his eyes to the movie as well, brows furrowed as he questions what just happened. He glances at you pensively gently nibbling on his bottom lip deep in thought unable to shake the weight in his stomach. 

He sits completely still for a minute, then slowly, without taking his eyes off the tv screen, lifts his arms over the blanket resting them at his sides. Even though the action is small his heart races uncontrollably as he gathers all his courage.

As you continue to space out, regretting every decision you've ever made, you notice in the corner of your peripheral the smallest of movements. Turning your head slightly towards Warren curiously you're able to see what it is.

Silently, eyes still glued to the screen, he inches his hand ever so slowly toward your own. Little by little his fingers glide over the blanket reaching for the warmth of your skin again. You look up at his face trying to gauge his emotions as your heart quickens. You notice the pink tint in his cheeks and his ragged breathing, similar to your own. 

Slowly, you also begin to move your fingers towards his, heart racing. Your pinkies graze each other ever so lightly but it's enough to send electricity through your whole body. However, he doesn't stop there, you sit still as his fingers explore your hand, delicately tracing over your knuckles and nails. You turn over your hand so your palm is exposed and you hear Warren shakily exhale before he intertwines his fingers with yours. You smile silently to yourself as you feel his warm skin against yours and as he rubs his thumb against the side of your hand you mentally note just how soft his touch is.

Feeling a rush of adrenaline and excitement you decide to be brave and shuffle closer to him until your sides are pressed together and you snuggle deeper under the covers. Using the hand that Warren isn't holding tenderly, you warp your arm around his abdomen, resting your head on his chest, your heart beating out of your own worrying that maybe you had misinterpreted the situation.

You glance up at Warren's face hoping to see what hes feeling in his expression. All your worries quickly dissolve when you see the wide, dorky grin plastered proudly on Warren's face. He looks back down at you giggling giddily, cheeks ablaze. "what?" he chuckles. You smile back at him tenderly, feeling yourself melt into him "You're an idiot" you snicker, turning your head back to the movie, your heart feels light in your chest and you think it may burst at any moment if he keeps looking at you like this. "Shut up" is all he says back before gently leaning his head, resting it on yours. 

Throughout the rest of the movie, the smile never leaves his face as the two of you cuddle together in your dorm. Warren, that dork. What in the world were you going to do with him.

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[peterdewitt17]

In Love | LiS: Killer On The Move| Dimension 52 by PeterDewitt17

this picture showed that they are on the second date. After defeating the Knife Man, Warren and Max want go a second date where they went to the special place.  When arriving there, they see the sky that glows color... it's beautiful.  Wait until I release the next chapters. In this picture, Warren has a new hairstyle due to this world takes place in the 1950s. I just have little fun when changing his hairstyle to see what is like if Warren have Rockabilly hairstyle which is Pompadour. Max wear his boyfriend's jacket as she feels cold and hugs him behind. 

(Grahamfield Oneshot) Warren Graham and Max Caulfield (C) Life is Strange

[uncomfortable-writers]

Jealous - Warren Graham x Reader

{Credit to gif creator} 

Fandom- Life is Strange 

Character- Warren Graham {Includes other Life is Strange characters} 

Word Counter- 1841 Words 

Persona- Female 

Warnings- Language. 

Request- Ooh for a Warren x reader the reader could be jealous about warraxs plans to go ape and being salty AF like Brooke. But warren actually cares and is like 'she's my bffl but ur p cute ilysm'

You woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating on your bedside table. You sat up and looked at it, seeing about 5 texts from Warren. You grabbed the phone quickly, checking the time: 8:15am. 

Warren- (Y/N)! I HAVE IMPORTANT NEWS! 

Warren- (Y/N) WAKE UP! 

Warren- (Y/N) IF YOU DON’T ANSWER YOU’LL LEAVE ME NO CHOICE TO COME UP THERE! 

Warren- I’ll be up in 10 minutes, wake your ass up! 

Warren- 5 minutes! 

You practically leaped out of bed. He sent that text 5 minutes ago! He’d be here literally right now. 

You pulled off your pyjamas and dragged on some jeans, a t-shirt and some socks. You ran a brush though your hair and attempted to tidy your messed up room after a long night of studying. 

Knock! Knock!  

You spun round on your heel and grabbed the door handle, pulling it open. 

“Warren!” You laugh and he gives you a huge grin, “You’re not meant to be in the girls dorm, you idiot,” 

You poke your head out the doorway, looking either way to make sure no one was in sight. You grabbed Warren’s arm and pulled him inside. 

“Whats the deal? It’s too early for this,” You yawn and he grins, clapping his hands like a child would when they’re excited. 

“I asked Max to the drive-in!” He says and you nod, hopeing she said no. 

“She said yes!” Warren claps again and you try to force a grin. 

“That’s great, Warren,” You force your smile. 

“It sure is, I thought she’d say no since I’ve been clinging to her since I met her,” Warren says and you nod. 

“Well that’s awesome,” You mumble and he nods, not really taking much notice as he sits down on your bed. 

“Hey (Y/N), you do know you have a lesson in about 10 minutes right?” Warren asks, looking at your timetable you had stuck to the wall above the head of your bed.

“Oh shit...” You mumble and you grab Warren’s wrist in your hand and pull him up, “Sorry to kick you out so soon, but I have to get ready,” 

You push him out the door and shut it before he can reply. 

Max Caulfield? Max Caulfield really? Warren why? 

You sighed and begin to pack your things for your lesson. 

Biology with Miss Grant, your favourite teacher, and Warren’s too. Warren was better at Chemistry and Physics than he was Biology, and you were the opposite, making you ‘excellent partners’ according to Miss Grant. 

You sighed, Warren would have to sit beside you for an hour long lesson, and most likely all he would talk about was how excited he was to be going on this trip with Max to ‘Go Ape’. 

You grabbed a hoodie and pulled it on before lacing up your shoes. 

Warren was the only thing on your mind as you grabbed your camera as well and headed out the door, making sure to lock it behind you. 

Warren was still there, outside your door, leaning up the wall, texting. 

“Is that Maxine?” You ask, your voice laced with poison. 

“Yeah, it’s Max,” He replies, eagar to start walking to lesson as he placed his phone in his pocket. 

You walked down the corridor and quickly down the stairs and you both walked very quickly over to the actual school building. 

As you went into the building you saw people chatting and grinning in their friendship groups, Warren was still glowing after his confirmation with Max...You were the only person frowning. 

“Whats up with (Y/N)?” You heard Zach whisper to Logan as you passed them. 

Daniel gave you warm eyes and you nodded your head to him. Stella and Brooke were discussing something about Brooke’s drone. You knew Brooke liked Warren too, she would most likely be disappointed too. 

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Warren asks and you simply shrug. 

You looked to the end of the corridor and saw Nathan Prescott talking with Mr Jefferson, they looked to be having a heated discussion. 

“Look at that dick. I hope he’s having his ass kicked by Mr Jefferson,” Warren says and you throw him a look. 

“Just because he gave you a beat down, doesn’t mean you should be so mean to him...He’s probably got shit going on, like all of us do. Don’t you feel a little sorry for him? His fathers an asshole, he’s clearly not concentrating well here, and he’s got people hating on him all day,” You retort and Warren steps back. 

“Calm down, (Y/N)...I-” He begins but you shake your head. 

“Whatever,” You snap before turning on your heel and storming into the classroom. 

You had no idea where your little ‘Support Nathan Prescott’ speech had come from, since he was the schools ‘Bad boy, rich bitch, asshole’, who’d been horrible to you as much as he had most people. 

Miss Grant gave you a warm smile, which made a small smile appear on your face for the first time today. 

You headed to your usual seat on the left of the classroom, second from the back where Warren’s textbook was left from your last lesson together. 

“Take your seats,” Miss Grant said to the class and you hurried over and sat down. 

Warren came in a couple of seconds later and sat himself beside you. 

After 10 minutes of Miss Grant refreshing everyones heads on the last Biology lesson Nathan Prescott came waltzing into the classroom. 

“Mr Prescott, you’re late, again,” Miss Grant says and he shrugs. 

“Sorry, I guess,” He says, causing some people to smirk and others to roll their eyes. 

Warren was one of the people to roll their eyes. 

“Theres your new boyfriend,” Warren says, tilting his head in the direction of Nathan Prescott so fast you wondered if it would snap his neck. 

“He’s not my boyfriend, and he won’t be, the boy I wanted has already been taken,” You scowl and Warren looks down at his book. 

You do the same and get on with your work. 

The lesson flew by and you looked at Warren as he packed away his things. 

“Aren’t you going to pack up?” Warren asks and you sigh and shove away your things before getting up. 

“Did you still want to go to the library and study?” Warren asks and you shake your head. 

“Somethings come up...Why don’t you ask Max to go with you?” You hiss and you see you have an audience. 

King Nathan is stood watching, a smirk on his face. 

“Get fucked,” Nathan sniggers to Warren as he walks past him. 

You rolled your eyes and pushed past Warren and out the classroom. 

You felt like you were going to cry. 

****

The next two days were particularly painful. Kate Marsh attempted to commit suicide, Warren and Max flirted away while Warren was doing some experiement and somehow managed to provide him with the right answer. 

It was Thursday now, and you were sitting outside the dormatories when you saw Nathan walk past, he gave you a scowl as he passed before carrying on walking, finding and practically shouting at Mr Jefferson. 

You passed it off as something to do with the Everyday Heroes contest as Nathan stormed off. Brooke was flying her drone, Justin was skateboarding around, Daniel looked rather upset as he sat against a tree, Samuel and Miss Grant were having a conversation, debating science and the supernatural. You then saw the last person you wanted to see come round the corner. 

Max Caulfield and her blue haired friend, Chloe was it? 

She walked around, talking to some people first before she strolled over to you. 

“Morning, (Y/N),” She grins and you look up at her. 

“Hey, Max,” You say and she smiles at the camera in your hand. 

“I love your photos,” She says and you look down at the camera and when you look up you give her a small, genuine smile. 

“Thanks,” You say and she nods. 

“So...I was wondering, have you seen Nathan Prescott around?” She asks and your eyes look over to the spot he was stood with Mr Jefferson. 

“No, I haven’t,” You reply and she sighs. 

“Well, if you see him, text Warren and tell him to text me,” She says and you just nod. 

“About Warren...” You say and she smiles, “I hope you have fun,” 

You face is blank as you say it and she just nods, her smile fading as she walks away. 

****

You were sat under the Tobanga when you saw Warren come from his dorm room. 

“(Y/N)!” He shouts, so you ignore him. 

“(Y/N),” He gets closer, ignoring him still you keep staring at the book you were reading. 

“(Y/N)....Aren’t you coming to the party?” Warren is now standing right over you. 

“No, aren’t you going with Max?” You reply, sourness filling your mouth. 

“No, I’m not...I was going to ask you to come actually,” He says and you look up at him. 

“What?” You ask and he shrugs. 

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with me, but clearly you want to sit here all night and read that damn book you’ve read about a thousand times,” He says and you roll your eyes. 

“I’ve read it about a hundred, not a thousand, not yet,” You tease and he sighs. 

“Are you going to come or not?” He asks and you shrug. 

“I wanted to go with you to the drive-in...” You say and he looks away. 

“Look, (Y/N), me and Max aren’t a thing, she’s my best friend, thats all...” He says and a glint of hope flashes over your eyes. 

“You mean...The drive-in isn’t a date?” You ask and he offers his hand. 

You take it and he pulls you up. 

“It’s most definitely not a date, but this can be, if you like?” He gestures to you both. 

“I’d like that,” You say and he nods. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” He says and he looks like he instantly regrets blurting it. 

“You do?” You ask and he nods, his hand squeezing yours a little tighter. 

“Y-Yeah...I-I...Do,” He says and you smile. 

“Good, because I think I’m in love with you too,” You say and he gives you a small smile before pressing his lips to yours, his hands cupping your face as he does so. 

“Now you can stop being so salty to me and Max,” He teases and you push him playfully. 

“I was not salty!” 

“All these flavours and you chose to be salty,” He says and you roll your eyes. 

“Shut. Up.” You say and he grabs your waist and pulls you closely to him, leaning towards you ear. 

“I love you,” He says and you move so you can look right into his eyes. 

“I love you too,” You smile and he pushes his lips back down onto yours. 

I actually loved writing this, like seriously xD