#you start me on nicki and i don't shut up

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 9 part 2

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I'm glad nicky came up with a cool new tune because according to period movies and shows greensleeves is the only song anyone ever knew

look at that meek little smile, ughhhh. nicky is like two days old and this asshole has already figured out he's the perfect prop for her murder sprees. and these poor women are calling her sister and are willing to help too.

the spell is te accipimus in circulum, we accept you in the circle, and yes that makes me cry a little. we accept you in our community. and the spell is yellow air magic, which sounds like the most empathic kind if Lilia is any indication.

that's interesting, you can't really tell that well from screencaps but go rewatch the scene, this witch is making mushrooms grow with yellow magic instead of green?? is it just a spell (she is holding a book) or have I been getting it all wrong and color has nothing to do with the type of magic one has?

or maybe??? the color depends on the coven you're in?? the salemites all had blue magic for example. and now that I think about it the stone circle is a protection spell but it's not red/orange.

the meaning of this scene is so glaring dear lord. agatha was never going to give these women a chance to prove that yes, there are people out there who could love and help and accept her. she has shut herself up to that possibility a long time ago.

and she stole the soup too. awful.

I've seen all the different theories about nicky needing to feed on witches too, or nicky needing soul sacrifices to survive because he's the son of death etc. we don't have enough evidence to prove anything yet, but personally I headcanon nicky as a totally normal kid, that makes this story even more tragic.

and aww that baby suckling on the little pudgy fist

nicky doesn't look that happy about what he's been asked to do, does he?

we establish that nicky was sickly (maybe he was born with some internal defect that rio temporarily patched up?) we also see him steal the bell agatha will use for her Road scam in the future.

and we meet yet another witch being kind and wanting to help.

agatha: I love this six year old so much I'm gonna make him accessory to murder

dO yOU ShaME YouR MOtHER

and the big fake gasp too. as usual this bitch has conned a whole community

like, she's convinced herself that other witches are bad and are after her WHILE relying on witches's good hearts to con and kill them. what sort of mental gymnastics???

color goes from yellow to purple. nicky waits outside while his mom commits murder, it's not a good look on agatha. completely fucked up, actually.

(I'm terrified that the goat will end up being an agent of mephisto or something idiotic like that, lemme tell you. I hope they're just keeping it for milk and company.)

and here's the million dollar question. nicky has seen his mom kill literally since he was born, and now he's old enough to start realizing what that means.

oooh I know that look, that's agatha when she's put on the spot. she avoids his gaze, she can't be sincere with him.

and of course she's teaching herself spells from a book. nerrrrrrd

nicky, bless his soul, appears to give it a good thought and then offers a practical suggestion. I guess he wouldn't mind to have a roof on his head and some friends too.

GREAT acting from kathryn here. the quick OH SHIT face followed by the super final NO, with her jaw so rigid. in typical agatha fashion, when she's upset she becomes avoidant.

this is evanora's legacy. despite agatha's immense love for nicky, she is passing all that pain down and inflicting it on him.

remember when she called billy a survivor? this is the greatest asset in her opinion, the one she wants to teach her son. the truth is, she is angry at witches because she is scared of them, she's scared of being targeted again. but look at that kid's dark circles, I can't believe she's making him sleep in the woods, sick as he is!

really really fantastic subtlety. agatha wants to sound wise and strong, but she looks scared, uncertain, guilty.

see how nicky looks at agatha while he sings? he's checking to see if she's noticing, because his mom likes music and likes his voice. he's afraid he has upset her and wants to make her smile. he tried to reason with her, and now he tries to soothe her. this is what happens when you have an immature parent, a child will want to help, they will try to fix things. they'll end up parenting their parent, and it should always be the other way round.

agatha takes the bait. she's relieved that the conversation has moved to a safer subject. but oh, this script is so good. this is a mostly innocent, mostly sweet remark, but with a possessive undertone. don't forget that you are mine, she says.

and still, the love is real. even in a fucked up situation like this, these moment of happiness are precious and genuine and will linger on. look at how adoringly nicky looks at his mom, she's literally the sun and center of his small world, and that's how agatha likes it: she created nicky because she needed someone who could be hers without any baggage or consequences. but it turns out that raising a child is not a cheat code for love, it's one of the most difficult, most significant and impactful decisions a human can make.

go to episode 9 part 3

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Heyoo^^

Just wanted to let you know I absolutely LOVE your Nicki-finds-Armand-after-his-suicide-attempt AU. Their interactions are hilariously macabre and your Nicki voice is one of the best I have ever red. Yeah, just wanted you to know:)

Thank you so much for saying so!

Nicolas was one of the characters that I very much latched onto when I very first read the books - in fact, Lestat/Nicki was my first ship before I read QOTD and I always found the lack of utilisation of him in fandom really disheartening. I even got my hopes up when Lestat couldn't find him in Memnoch but so sad that he's one of the only constants to remain dead. I understand that's part of the tragedy of him, but I guess I thought if the others from the era get their shot at a life after, he ought to as well.

Trying to balance Nicki's difficulties - Lestat saying joy was hard for him is such a sucker punch because of how frequently in TVL Lestat draws lines between Nicki running his mouth or making a show compared to genuine feeling and how he can see the difference in his face - while showing that I suspect some of the worst of his early vampire mania came from the absolute trauma conga line that preceeded his being made into one is not the easiest, but I hope I'm managing.

I think once he got past his own sense of betrayal and managed to settle himself with the trauma if not deal with it, it wouldn't be all that different to Armand which makes their interactions fascinating to me. They are both dealing with a percieved sense of betrayal and their world view being thrust upside down at the same time and I think Armand did the best he could given the state he was in, but they deserved a chance to rebuild. Especially given Nicki's known for being acerbic and not holding back when I think Armand needs a sense of harshness because the softness, the pity, the compassion of the others is just not something he can deal with at that point. He's too raw.

I do have parts of the next bit written but I want to get it right because Nicki meeting Louis has been something I've wanted to do a for a long time.

This is also a reminder that I really need to give that AU a name now there's a few things in it.

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brother's teammate- j.doohan

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Day 3 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: it's not your fault your brothers' new teammate is hot.

pairing: jack doohan x gasly! reader

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y/ngasly

2,734,156 likes, liked by charlesleclerc, pierregasly, jackdoohan and others

y/ngasly: Paris is cool ig, onto Melbourne for the start of the season!

comments

user73: 2 mill likes in 3 minutes is crazy

user92: It's so funny that she's more famous than her brother all because of her youtube channel where she talks about her brother (and the races but like yk what i mean)

user82: She's literally the prettiest girl ever

liked by carmenmundt

carmenmundt: Can't wait to see you!

lilymhe: Please visit the Williams garage!!! (it's so boring there)

rebeccadonaldson: Please stop by the Ferrari garage! -> alexandriastmleux: I second this!

lilyzneimer: Please stop by the McLaren garage! (lando is driving me crazy) -> Oscarpiastri: She not lying, you're the only one who knows how to shut him up -> y/ngasly: Give him a treat and a ball and he'll shut up for like 3 hours, simple as that. -> user72: LMAO IS HE A DOG???

pierregasly: Didn't invite me to Paris? -> y/ngasly: It was a mother-daughter trip dipshit. You were too busy with your boyfriend anyways 🤷🤷🤷 -> charlesleclerc: Not my boyfriend** -> y/ngasly: oh sure, we all believe you -> arthurleclerc: exactly, lying to yourself is always a healthy way to cope!

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jackdoohan

848,938 likes liked by pierregasly, y/ngasly, landonorris and others

jackdoohan: First day on the job! FP1 and 2 went pretty well today, p6, and p4, car is feeling good, ready for quali tomorrow!

comments y/ngasly: that was such a slay though -> jackdoohan: oh good! my internet history is already coming back to haunt me! yay! -> y/ngasly: don't worry babe, i'll only bring it up in your instagram comments -> user23: BABE????? -> pierregasly: 🤨 -> charlesleclerc: 🤨 -> arthurleclerc: 🤨 -> oscarpiastri: 🤨 -> carlossainz: 🤨 -> landonorris: 🤨 ->yukitsunoda: 🤨

user83: OMG I NEED HIM HE'S SO BABYGIRL

user82: bro is bringing that lump of shit (the alpine car) to the top 4? did i hear GOAT?

use80: Y/N CALLED HIM BABE I HAVE NO CHANCE NOW (i never did)

user28: Jack and Y/n???? -> pierregasly: I vote a big no on that one -> kikagomez: Awww! I vote yes!

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pierregasly

983,473 likes liked by jackdoohan, y/ngasly, charlesleclerc and others

pierregasly: New year, new teammate! Love you mate (stay away from my sister or I will genuinely cut your eyes out of your head) @/jackdoohan congrats on P5 in Melbourne, onto China!

comments

y/ngasly: I see we're being very normal about everything right now

jackdoohan: Oh!

kikagomez: Pierre! stop this madness.

user70: Y/NJACK SHIPPER FOR LIFE blocked by pierregasly

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y/ngasly:

8,938,837 likes liked by pierregasly, jackdoohan, charles leclerc and others

y/ngasly: out and about with the pookies this week in Japan

comments

pierregasly: would've been a nicer photo dump if you didn't include HIM -> y/ngasly: who? ur boyfriend and how he chose to spend time with me? -> yukistunonda: no babe, i promise it meant nothing! -> pierregasly: did Y/n steal your phone? ->yukitsunonda: yeah...

arthurleclerc: I stay looking mildly confused 👍

kimiantonelli: great pictures 👍 love u Y/n -> user81: OMG KIMI AND Y?N??? ->y/ngasly: nah polly not.

jackdoohan: wonder who that is? 🧐 -> y/ngasly: not telling -> jackdoohan: not telling the bestie?🥺 ->y/ngasly: NO.

landonorris: Slay picture of me

lewishamilton: aww me and the kiddos!

pierregasly: where's the unlike button? -> y/ngasly: haters you can kys -nicki minaj

charlesleclerc: they grow up so fast! ୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ⋅୨ৎ

pierregasly:

973,826 likes lied by jackdoohan, y/ngasly, and others

pierregasly: Over and out Japan, P6 for me and P4 for Jackie!

comments

y/ngasly: Jackie slayed!!! -> jackdoohan: thanks Y/n! -> pierregasly: you don't deserve happiness.

user89: PIERRE GOES FOR THE NECK

user92: we are one race in and the girls are already fighting

user29: we are so back guys (i'm delusional)

user02: JACKY/N is SO real guys!!! (i'm delusional)

user58: p4 for Jack? SLAYYY

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jackdoohan

684,938 likes, liked by y/ngasly, pierregasly, kikagomez

jackdoohan: P4 sounds pretty damn good to me 😁

comments

kikagomez: congratulations Jack!

y/ngasly: eating my brother up as per usual (slay)

landonorris: YAY! (stay behind me please)

oscarpiastri: WOOHOO!

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y/ngasly:

1,839,029 likes liked by pierregasly, jackdoohan, and others

y/ngasly: when ur dumbass brother dnfs 😹 PODIUM FOR JACKIE WOOOOOHOOOOO!

comments

charlesleclerc: y/njack is so real rn ->user73: CONFIRMATION???? ->user46: HUH -> pierregasly: BLOCKED.

jackdoohan: thanks y/n :) -> y/ngasly: no problemo!

oscarpiastri: Jack Doohan world domination would've bored some... -> landonorris: EWW HE'S USING GEN Z TERMS! -> y/ngasly: the exclaimation point at the end gave me the biggest ick known to mankind -> landonorris: I will expose ur relationship right fucking now mate -> y/ngasly: at least I'm in a relationship lol -> user73: Y/NJACK ARE SO REALLLLL

user83: WHO IS HE Y/N PLZ TELL ME!!!!!!! ->user64: It HAS to be Jack, right? It makes sense! -> user46: delusion.

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f1gossip:

837,474 likes liked by pierregasly, landonorris, and others

f1gossip: Y/n Gasly, sister of F1 driver Pierre Gasly has been stirring up rumours with one of this years most successful rookies! Jack Doohan, fellow Alpine driver has been seen in her comment section and likes, and they are pretty close in person too! What do we all think of this? Will they be debuting at Miami?

comments

user56: Not Lando and Pierre in the likes rn

pierregasly: I think you're delusional.

user47: They're so cute together thooooo

user42: did y'all see the way he looked at her after the race in Bahrain? That is a man in looovvvveeeee

user57: they're so cute together

user38: no cuz I ship it so hard

user22: Imma need an alchemy edit right NOW

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y/ngasly:

7,892,374 likes liked by jackdoohan, oscarpiastri, danielriccardo and others

y/ngasly: WIN FOR MY SEXY BOYFRIEND!!! THANK U MIAMI

comments

user83: Ik pierre is RAGING

kikagomez: my heart❤️❤️❤️

pierregasly: delete this rn. ->y/ngasly: prolly not...

jackdoohan: i love you ❤️ -> y/ngasly: simping on the main? cringe. -> jackdoohan: great job at humbling me, thanks 👍 -> y/ngasly: can't let you get too big for your boots :)

landonorris: I KNEW FROM THE BEGINNING!

danielriccardo: Glad the advice paid off :) -> jackdoohan: sure did 👍

user74: THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!!

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pierregasly

837,479 likes liked by charles leclerc, y/ngasly, jackdoohan and others

pierregasly: A) Yes, they're dating. B) yes I'm upset about it. C) Well done on the win Jackie (I WANT TO CLAW MY EYES OUT AT THE PICTURE OF YOU TWO GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER YOU FREAKY AUSTRALIAN!)

comments

y/ngasly: please take this down I'll call mom.

jackdoohan: Thanks Pierre! (choosing to ignore the caption!)

user72: NO WAY HE CONFIRMED WHAT????

user64: They're so cutie!!!!!!!!

kikagomez: Stop threatening Jack, Pierre. He's a kid. -> jackdoohan: ??? ->Y/ngasly: mate she's defending you I would not push it. ->jackdoohan: thanks Kika!

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[ninyard]

I don't know if you've taken this into account for your trial posts, but if the prosecution requested Kevin's/the house's phone record that day they could found out he called Wymack before the police. And that could not look Good especially with his deadpan 911 call

i had thought about this and i don’t think i’m going to mention it but it’s SUCH a striking point i actually love it. i wasn’t going to bring it up purely because i’m not putting kevin on the stand, but it’s such a good reason as to why i could put him on the stand. like perfect kevin day trying to explain why he’d seen a dead body and called wymack before anything else? and how that phone call went as well? what if they played it?

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“Take a breath and spit it out, kid.” Wymack’s voice is getting more and more strained with every second that passes and Kevin just can't get the words dislodged from his throat. How could he, when all he could smell was blood, and alcohol, when all he could hear was Andrew’s voice in his head saying tell me again how I'm too unbalanced to understand normal brotherly affection and love.

“Something happened.” Kevin tries not to watch as Nicky’s parents pass him, faces pale and hands shaking. He can’t hold himself together, when he opens his mouth to explain, all that falls out is a muted sob accompanied by, “Oh, fuck, Coach, it’s really fucking bad.”

Kevin winced as he heard Nicky start to sob somewhere upstairs, and David must have heard it too, because his voice was much more serious when he asked, "Who's hurt?"

It's the perfect question, almost, but that doesn't make it easier to answer.

"Andrew."

“How hurt are we talking?”

“I don’t know.” Kevin’s chest is getting tight. Not right now. Not now. He takes in a shaky deep breath, as much air as he can muster. He continues, “Somebody’s dead.”

“Fuck, Kevin, who’s fucking dead?” He sounds angry. No, he’s worried, he’s terrified. Which one of my foxes is it?

“I don’t know.” He repeats. He watches as Nicky’s parent fuss over something in the kitchen. “I don't know, I don’t know.”

“Dead, how?” David says, before he says something, presumably to Abby. Kevin's breath comes in and out of his lungs in painful, jagged intervals. This is too much, he can't do this, he can't do this. “Kevin, I need you to talk to me.”

“Aaron.” He cant say the words. “Somebody was- oh my god.” He feels his chest tighten, and tighten, and tighten. A twisting stomach accompanied by a pounding chest and fuck, the smell of blood, and alcohol, and-

“Breathe.” David says again, like it’s really that simple. “You have to tell me what’s going on so I can help you, kid.”

“Call Betsy.” It’s the only thing he can think to say. But when he thinks of Bee, he thinks of Andrew, he thinks of the body lying upstairs. He thinks of- “I don’t know what to do, David.”

There’s a moment of silence, and David is forced to listen to Kevin’s quiet hyperventilating. “Is Aaron dead?”

Kevin almost laughs. “No.”

Wymack's sigh is gentle, but louder than anything else, the sound weighing on Kevin's shoulders like the secret he felt like he was keeping, the secret he felt like he couldn't share. It's not exasperation, no, his annoyance is not directed at Kevin's panic or inability to find the words. It's worry, it's fear, it's being too used to those kinds of phone calls. It's too soon after Allison's Seth is dead, Coach, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

“Is Andrew? Is Neil?”

“No.” He says. The words are right there, he tries to swallow them down hard, but they keep getting stuck in his throat. Just say it. Just say it.

"Nicky?" He's getting impatient. But Kevin knows it's not directed at him. It can't be. "Work with me, Kev. Just say it."

"Andrew's been...r-" The tears that threaten to spill out swell in his eyes, the tightness at the back of his throat manifesting in a sigh, an exhale of breath that he had been holding for far too long. Kevin shut his eyes so he couldn't look at Nicky's parents, and following a deep breath that he hoped would fix everything, he says, "Andrew's been raped, and Aaron killed the guy that did it."

The silence that follows goes on for hours, for far too long. For long enough that Kevin has to check that David hasn't hung up on him, for long enough that he starts to think about it all, all over again.

"Jesus Christ, Kevin." is all that David can muster, in this voice Kevin has only heard once before, as he sat sobbing in his hotel room with no plan and no reason to live. He stumbles through a hundred different questions until he lands on, "Have you called the cops yet?"

"No." Kevin admits with a guttural sob. He hasn't even thought about it. Well, he did, in some way, but his fingers hadn't even hesitated over David's contact number. It hurts so badly, all of these feelings, the image of Andrew, the image of Andrew, the image of Andrew. His protector. The person who kept him safe. This was never supposed to happen to him. This can't have happened. Not to him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, kid, get off the fucking phone," David's yell snaps him out of it. "Get it together, take a real deep breath, and call 911. Then call me back afterwards. Fuck, Kevin."

"Okay, Coach." Kevin says, as seriously as he can manage. Call 911 - An order, something to follow. Something to do. Something to be good at, to pretend for, a reason to shove his panic behind a plastic mask for a couple of minutes.

"Okay." Coach agrees and lets out another deep, hurt sigh. Another second or two pass, but Kevin feels frozen in place. The phone is stuck to his ear, the electronic hum and buzz the only thing keeping him from going back to the reality of Nicky's parent's house.

"Are you okay?" Coach asks, and Kevin shuts his eyes to inhale, before exhaling out anything that hurts. He's switched off, untouchable, numb and unfeeling. Kevin isn't there, inside of himself anymore. He can come back later.

"No," Kevin says, but it doesn't feel like the truth anymore, his voice flat, the back of his free hand wiping away a tear that had found its way out of his eyes. "But I'll call you back."

"Okay," Coach says again. "You better."

The phone call ends with three consecutive beeps. Kevin pulls it away from his ear, and stares for too long at the 911 he's typed into the keypad.

Do what you have to do.

Be who they need you to be.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?"

[ericshoney]

Childhood memories ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You join all four of your older brothers on the podcast and chat about childhood memories.

Warnings: None that I can think of

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You giggled as you happily sat next to Matt as the guys set up the episode of the podcast. You held onto a stuffed tiger that Chris got you for your fifth birthday.

"Alright welcome back campers today we have some special guests, our older brother Justin and our little sister Y/n." Nick started, as the two of you waved at the cameras.

"Today's topic is about childhood memories and generally just what it was like growing up with triplets." Chris said.

"It will be interesting coming from an older sibling and a younger one." Matt mentioned.

You just giggled again, being a slightly quiet child when it came to the cameras, but when they shut off, you were chaotic.

The questions began, mostly the guys putting some sort of comment in as they didn't really expect an answer for you, until Chris asked a good one.

"Alright this is for Y/n. Us being triplets must have confused you when you were younger, but do you still get confused or is there any easy way to tell us apart?" He asked.

"Umm. Easy! Cause Matty and Nick have toos!" You exclaimed.

"For everyone who's wondering, she means our tattoos." Nick explained.

"Uh huh. Then Nicky went yellow!" You added.

"She means blonde." Matt explained.

"An Chrissy drink lot of pepsi!" You continued.

"That is correct." Chris said with a giggle.

"Not hard." You said, smiling.

"I remember when she was like maybe three and you guys were messing around and she ran to Nick, screaming his name, I think that was like the first time she could tell you apart." Justin mentioned.

"What about that time we went to the mall and she just followed Chris and they both got lost." Matt said, remembering and giggling.

"Chris fault." You mumbled.

"In my defence kiddo, Nick and Matt are both more responsible than me! So it's on them too!" He exclaimed in defence.

"Don't go blaming us!" Nick shouted, making you laugh.

"Now I gotta ask, bub, do you have a favourite triplet or brother?" Matt questioned.

"Yes." You simply replied with a nod.

"Who?" Justin asked.

"Trevor." You said confidently, making the four burst out laughing.

"Just like mum." Nick said, remembering the time MaryLou said her favourite son was Trevor.

"Love all you!" You cheered.

"We love you too, kid." Chris said.

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Hiii!

I found your stories a few hours ago and they are perfect, I don't think I ever went through someone's account so fast hahah

If it's fine with you, could you do a sequel to the yandere bully story? Maybe what would happen if reader ended up too scared of his bullying and decided to change school, or had to move away due to personal reasons! What would be yandere's reaction?

Of course, it's just a request, so feel free to not do it if you don't feel like doing it!

Loving your stories, keep it up, I'm rooting for you! ❤

Yandere!Bully x Fem!Reader part 2

CW: Bullying, breaking and entering

Simon's mind went blank. It was as if the organ didn't want to process what he had just learned, so it decided to power off instead.

"Yeah, apparently she started homeschooling." The sharp nosed boy tried his best to bite back his smile. A year younger than Simon, Nicky looked up to him, aspiring to be just as (much of a bully) cool as he was. So when he overheard the office ladies sympathetically discussing Simon's favorite victim, he made sure to gather as much information as he could in order to try and impress Simon; gain his favor.

The squirrelly brunette had prepared mentally for a number of different reactions Simon could have had to the news: anger, disappointment, mild amusement.. but when he turned his eyes away from his milk box it confused him to see Simon's stare empty.

Thinking that Simon didn't care Nicky doubled down. "My sources say she was too scared to name her bullies, and that she just wanted it to end without a confrontation."

'She left because of me??' Simon squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to shut out the kid yapping beside him. When (Reader) didn't come to school Simon was, of course, worried. He thought that she might have gotten sick, or worse. The worry over not being able to see her beautiful face was eating him up, and he admittedly began lashing out at other people, really making him into the bully (Reader) thought he was. But now he was hearing that she had left the school because of him??

"It's a good thing she didn't snitch, huh?" The prideful child said in a haughty way, pleased with himself (even though Simon didn't know, or care, why).

"Why are you telling me this?" 'Can't you see how fucked up you got me right now??'

"Huh?" Startled and suddenly nervous, Nicky wrung the bottom of his hoodie in an attempt to calm his stutter. "B- I just, I thought, because you- you seemed to hate her, ya know? So I thought- I just thought you'd be interested to know.."

"Great. Now I know." Simon's voice was hard and sharp. He wanted to cry, but he sounded like he was on the verge of attacking the younger kid. "What am I supposed to do with that information?"

Heart in his throat and lip trembling, Nicky handed over his phone with the camera open. "I took a picture of her address.."

Knock knock knock!

(Reader) happily rolled off the couch and made her way to the front door. Neither of her parents were home and she had already finished all of her classwork, so the student had been relaxing while scrolling through her phone. She had only been homeschooled for a week, but was already back to her old self again. (Reader) was so stress free that she wasn't as paranoid about an unexpected visitor as she probably should have been.

She opened the front door without peaking to see who it was, and she didn't have time to process that it was Simon until he had already shoved himself inside and closed the door behind him. All of the fear and anxiety that (Reader) had finally worked through snapped back like a rubber band, physically hurting her chest.

"What- Get out!" Her shaky voice commanded.

"Shut up." Simon had planned on being comforting and sweet, rehearsing the entire trip on how to apologize and finally woo (Reader) correctly. To mend all the damage his foul personality had accidentally done. But then he was there, in her hallway, and she looked so scared of him.. "What were you thinking? Not coming to school. I thought you might've killed yourself." His attempt to show how worried he was for her only sounded like a threat as it left his lips.

(Reader) thought about her phone she left on the couch, and wondered if she could get to it before he could grab her. "Please leave me alone.." If only she could inch backwards as subtly as possible..

"Why? I came here to make sure you were okay." Simon grabbed her wrist and squeezed tightly enough for her to bite the inside of her cheek. "Come back to school."

"..No."

His grip tightened.

"I- I can't!" (Reader) struggled to break free as the tears began to pool up. "Do you know how difficult it was to get into homeschooling?? More than half way through the year?? I didn't drop out!! I couldn't go back, even if I wanted to!" Her pleas made sense, but Simon was already too heartbroken to hear them.

"Then I guess I'm going to be your new study buddy." His smile was supposed to be kind, suave. He wanted to look caring and dashing. But to (Reader) his half lidded eyes and tight smile looked like a malevolent smirk.

"What?"

"What? You thought you could run away from me? It's not like your family has enough money to just up and move whenever they want." Simon glanced around at the furniture visible from the entrance to double check that they, in fact, were not rich enough to move whenever. "And now I know where you live."

(Reader) parted her lips to talk back, but Simon quickly closed the gap between them, pulling her into his chest and kissing her painfully. He had imagined their first kiss many many times, and it was never like this. But it didn't matter if it was rushed and he pulled her in too hard and he slammed his lips against her's too forcefully. The young man wanted to beg her to never leave his side again, but instead as he turned around to leave he only left her with another warning.

"Don't even think about calling the cops. I'll be back to check up on you again later.. and if you try to run again, I'll fucking find you."

[st4rb3rries]

OMG I LOVED UR STAN AND KYLE BSF HEADCANNONS!! Can i req one with the main four, like what its like to be in a group w/ them?? have an amazing day <33

BEING IN A FRIEND GROUP WITH SOUTH PARKS MAIN 4

pairings; stan, kyle, kenny, cartman x fem!reader (all aged up 18+)

summary; chaotic friend group hc's!

warnings; cussing

a/n; hi and ty hope you have an amazing day too!!

key colors; blue= stan green= kyle orange= kenny red= cartman pink= reader

late night skate boarding with them. it's always cartman who texts you guys to go. in reality he only wants to go to just to start shit. in my opinion kenny is the best skater out of y'all. but cartman is the worst💀. "you guys you guys look im gonna go down the ramp!!" "cartman that isn't a good idea your not ready-" "WAAAAAHHHHH" laughter is coming out from you, stan, and kenny. kyle wants to laugh but he ain't risking it😭. "GAWDAMMIT KYLE IM BEAT YOUR J-" cartman stops himself because he knows damn well not to rip on kyle in front of you. so he switches up real fast 🙄. "you guys i seriously think i broke a bone" "whatever cartman you just switched up cause you know y/n would kick your ass" 5 minutes kenny is teaching you, stan, and kyle a trick. "ok so next you gotta-" "get a room lovebirds i mean come on🙄" "CARTMAN STFU!!" "yeah dude stay mad because your not psychically able to do any of this🥱" this all happens in less than 15 minutes, like why can't y'all just be a nice friend group😭. moments later stan was about to go off a ramp. UNTIL HIS WHEELS BROKE OFF THE SKATEBOARD. i wonder who unscrewed them..... "AAAUAGHHHHHH" "DON'T WORRY STAN I GOTCHU!!" and there he was, stanly marsh in your arms. "W rizz stan or nah😏" stan could feel his face heating up fr. "damn dude that should've been me not stan😔" "kenny shut the hell up💀" "wait a minute where's cartman he literally almost killed stan tf????" cartman isn't trying to get his ass kicked in front of people so he ditched and went home. classic cartman.

karaoke night. you guys are definitely singing 2000's songs. but it always seems like you guys get interrupted no matter what. karaoke night was started by cartman, which is so surprising?? "I WANNA HOLD'EM LIKE THEY DO IN TEXAS, PLEASE" "FOLD'EM LET'EM HIT ME RAISE IT BABY STAY WITH M-" stan and kyle always hating cause you and cartman sound a little too good. "BOOO GET OFF THE STAGE" "YA MY EARS ARE BLEEDING" "OH FUCK OFF GUYS LET US SING" "you guys have been singing this same song for 2 hours bruh😭" "2 minutes kenny get it right" they just hating cause they can't handle real talent. sometimes when the karaoke gets intense you guys act like judges for americas got talent💀. "is this kenny mccormick from south park colorado?" "yes" "and what will you be doing today?" "YOUR MOM AHAHA" "disqualified poor people can't seem to have talent" "CARTMAN WTF" "NEXT" "no wait i'll sing with him" "oh god" if kyle and stan think you and cartman sound a little too good. JUST WAIT UNTIL THEY HERE YOU AND KENNY. "THIS ONE IS FOR THE BOYS WITH THE BOOMIN SYSTEM" "TOP DOWN AC WITH THE COOLER SYSTEM" super bass by nicki minaj is y'alls go to song. every time you guys finish that song your out of breath and laugh so much😭. "AND THE CROWD GUYS MILD���" "NEXT" "cartman we are done playing americas got talent" "dude let me and kyle sing next we haven't sung at all🥹" "fine" "ah hell nah it better not be anything emo💀" *30 seconds later every one starts singing* "BUT IM A CREEP" "IM A WERIDO" "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOIN' HERE" "I DON'T BELONG HERE" suddenly the tv, microphones, and speaker goes out?? "LISTEN UP BITCHES IM NOT HAVING AN ALCOHOLIC, A JEW, A FATHERLESS DAUGHTER, AND A HOMELESS POOR BOY SING RADIOHEAD AT MY HOUSE‼️‼️" guess who got jumped that night🤔???

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Fourteen (16)

Day: Monday, March 18th / 19th* Time: 2:35 PM EST

Andrew precedes him out of the room, but Neil snags his sleeve as he tugs the door closed behind them. Andrew obediently turns to face him. "How does it feel to sell yourself out?" Andrew asks. "Worth every penny," Neil says. "Let him have however much he wants. I don't need the money. All I need is what he gave me: a promise that I have a future. I have permission—no, orders—to live my life how I want to. I'm going to graduate from Palmetto State in four more years and play Exy until they force me to retire. Maybe I'll even die of old age." "You sound more like them every day," Andrew says. Neil guesses he means their more optimistic teammates. "You're going to have to come up with something of your own to hold onto. I'm safe, Kevin doesn't need your protection anymore, Nicky's going back to Erik eventually, and Aaron's got Katelyn. What are you going to live for if you're not playing sheepdog for us?" "Aaron doesn't have Katelyn." "Denial doesn't suit you. We talked about this." "You talked," Andrew says. "I didn't listen." "Choose us," Neil says. It is enough to shut Andrew up—maybe only for a second, but Neil will take any opening he can get. "Kevin's going to retake his spot on Court before he graduates. He thinks I can make the cut with enough practice and time. Come with us. Let's all play in the Olympics together one day. We'd be unstoppable." "That's your obsession, not mine." "Borrow it until you have something of your own." Neil holds tighter to Andrew's sleeve when Andrew starts to pull free. "Isn't any of this fun? Having a place, having a team, a different city every week and cigarettes and drinks in-between? I don't want this to end." Andrew yanks loose. "Everything ends."

Art used with permission by lnmei. Thank you @lnmei!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

[melminli]

forever isn't a long time

summery: satoru can't imagine a time when you're not at his side

contains: fem reader, fluff, crack, microscopic amount of angst (but it's there), comfort

you have been writing for quite a while now on that stupid piece of paper you grabbed from somewhere. satoru didn't see what you were writing, and he didn't ask when you sat down on the couch beside him and started doing whatever you're doing.

he wanted to concentrate on his movie. he really did. though even he himself noticed how his attention drifted slowly away as his eyes looked at you every few seconds. "well, the shopping list is getting kinda long." he finally said with a smile, trying to figure out what you were doing.

your eyes remained on the paper. "i'm writing my will." you corrected him dryly, whereupon he needed a good minute to process what you had just said so casually.

"hah? and why would you do something like that?" he asked, and his anger only grew when he saw that you just shrugged your shoulders and continued writing. "stop it! stop writing immediately!" he shouted, fighting you for the paper because he wanted to take it away from you. "give it to me!"

you complained at his childish behavior. "you stop it, satoru! what are you doing?!" you exclaimed, trying to defend yourself from his suprise attack as best as you could by turning your hand with the paper as far back as you could, only to have him climb on top of you to reach it. "satoru! i mean it!" you yelled out as he succeeded at snatching the paper from you and then went back to his seat.

"why are you writing a will like some crazy woman, seriously..." he muttered to himself and just ignored you as he tore the paper in his hands without a second thought. without even looking at it.

you just looked wide-eyed and couldn't believe that he did that. you had invested a lot of thought into that paper. "you're the crazy one! what kind of sane person reacts like that? it's not my fault that most people in this job die before they reach thirty!" you stated, annoyed and were really pissed off at his behavior. "i'm just thinking ahead, unlike you."

he just shook his head. "well, most people don't have the strongest jujutsu sorcerer as their boyfriend, aka me. so stop worrying about it. you won't die under thirty." he promised you and could guess what your next argument would be, which is why he added quickly, "actually, screw that. you will never die, not under my watch. we will be together forever and ever, which means that you will never need a stupid will."

you looked a little worried at that statement. like, you were aware of the fact that he had abandonment issues, but this was something else. "satoru, i think that..."

he firmly grabbed your hand. "if you leave me, i will kill myself." he whined.

you just sighed and patted his head with your hand before you started going through his hair. he leaned further into your comforting touch. "okay, then i will never die." you said while you looked into his eyes and saw a smile appear on his face. you still couldn't help but tease him a little, though. "what a waste. i was thinking of getting a pink coffin and was just making my funeral playlist. thought about putting some maroon 5 and nicki minaj in there for the vibe."

satoru hit you lightly. "shut up. that sounds like we're celebrating your death or something. you can listen to maroon 5 and nicki when you're alive and well. i can't believe you said that."

you chuckled a bit. "come on, i'm just kidding. you love to fool around, don't you? why can't i do it every once in a while." you joked but stopped when you saw him get up from the couch. you followed him quickly. "satoru! i'm sorry! don't be mad."

he wasn't. how could he be mad at you when life was this short even after you promised him to live forever.

[ao3lestappeninchident]

could i request nicky youre with shut me up and oscar please😇

A/N: I am sorry, this isn't my best work. I have a bit of trouble finding the right words. Maybe I re-write it in the future. Hope you like it.

Shut me up/ Oscar Piastri

~Just kiss my lips and shut me up

Just pull me in, it's obvious

I need some therapy

'Cause knowing me, I think too much~

Your relationship with Oscar was quite new. You met when you were on holiday in Australia, Melbourne. You hit it off soon. After exchanging phone number you couldn't stop texting and calling each other, needing to hear each other's voices every day.

But as time went by, texting became a bit less. Yes, you were not dating and called every night when Oscar was away for a grand prix, but throughout the day it was quiet.

You couldn't help but feel like you were a burden to him. That every time you asked something he didn't want to do it, but said yes just to get it over with. You hadn't kissed yet, too scared to make a first move on him. It felt like maybe the feeling you had for him, weren't the same that he had for you. Being taken in by confusion and not knowing how to leave.

You were shaken out of your thought by Oscar's hand on yours, "Are you okay? You look a bit out of it."

"Yeah, just thinking," you answered. Oscar nodded and wanted to say something in return, but you were faster.

You turned to face him and asked, "Do you like me?" Your hands were playing with the string of his hoodie, that you were wearing, eyes flicking up and down between him and the couch.

Oscar looked confused, a slight frown plastered on his face, "Do I like you?" It was more a question than an answer.

"Like what are we?" you started and took a deep breath. "Because we haven't really done anything and I don't want you to feel forced to be with me. I understand if our connection isn't good enough. Maybe I love you too much and you don't feel the same. Maybe I overthink this too much and I have nothing to worry about...but-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Oscar grabbed your face and pulled you closer. Your lips were almost touching as he breathed out, "Just shut up," he closed the distance and kissed you. The thouch took you out of your thoughts as One hand of his hands was on your throat and the other squeezing your thighs.

You broke apart, a bright blush spreading over your face as you looked into your lap."You overthink too much in that pretty head of yours. You don't have to show me you love me and you don't have to say it. Your actions say enough." he explains while holding your hands.

"I am sorry if I ever made you feel like I wasn't in love with you, because believe me I am."

[cassiebones]

okay but a scene of Agatha and Rio just fucking going at it, fighting-wise. Agatha screaming at her, red-faced, telling her how much she hates her for what she did, for taking her baby away from her when she could have saved him, could have brought him back. Rio staying calm and pretty rational, allowing Agatha to have the feelings out like she hadn't done centuries ago, letting her vent and scream and call her all sorts of names. She knows that she's in pain, so she lets Agatha scream.

This, of course, makes Agatha angrier. She wants Rio to scream back, not talk in calm tones. She wants to have another huge knockdown fight, but Rio is so calm and how is she so calm when Agatha is so mad?!?!

So she says something that she knows will set Rio off.

"You never loved me; you just saw me as something pretty you could control."

This is the only thing that can really make Rio angry because how dare she?!?!

Rio's hands spark with her power, she stomps toward Agatha until they're a breath apart. Agatha doesn't back down, and Rio can hear her heart racing.

"How could you ever even think that?" Rio asks, through gritted teeth. "I loved you for centuries, even when I couldn't see you. Even when you left me alone. I still loved you, even when I hated you."

"Then why did you take my son away--"

"HE WAS MY SON, TOO!"

That shuts Agatha up for once. So do the tears that immediately fall down Rio's cheeks. Because she may not have birthed him, but, dammit, Nicholas was her son. She held him the day he was born, swore to protect him. She called him "Nicky" and he called her Mama. When he first got sick, she cared for him when Agatha slept, cradled him in her arms. How she knew the moment that he wouldn't recover from his illness, how she had had to ferry dozens of other infants and toddlers in their village due to the same illness. How she had tried to gently tell Agatha that his time was coming, that she had to prepare herself to say goodbye, that they needed to spend as much time holding him as possible.

But Agatha refused. She started talking about the Darkhold. She begged Rio to go to the Witches' Road with her. She pleaded with her, to help save her son, their son. Rio already knew that it was pointless, that Nicholas was beyond saving, that not even dark magic could save his soul, but she was powerless against Agatha.

So she went. And she felt Nicholas's life slip away as they walked the Road, as they were the only two witches to emerge, victorious. Agatha got what she wanted with the Darkhold, but it was too late.

When they returned home, Nicky was gone. Their son was dead. And Rio had to do something she'd hoped she wouldn't have to do for decades, centuries even.

She reaped her own son's soul, while her wife screamed in anguish, cursing her. She didn't let Agatha see her tears as she carried his soul to the other side.

And then Agatha was gone and she was left with a gaping hole in her black heart, causing her unbelievable pain for centuries, leaving a scar there in the shape of Agatha and Nicholas.

So how dare Agatha imply that she was any less Nicky's mother?!?

Agatha does soften at Rio's words, stepping back as they kind of slap her across the face. She knows that Rio is right, that Nicholas was Rio's, whether she birthed him from her body or not. But she's too stubborn to apologize.

Instead, she says, "you never actually hated me." It's not a question, but it's still uncertain. She doesn't know if it would hurt more or less if it turned out that Rio hated her as much as she hated Rio.

"I don't think I would have hated you as much as I did," Rio said, tears still falling down her cheeks, "if I didn't love you so much."

Then she walks away, leaving Agatha gaping after her.

[rebelrayne]

Each Islander's Answer to: "Would You Be Willing to Return for All-Stars?"

under the cut (endgames included for fun)

➥ YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES!

Emel Ivy Kat Kelly Lily Johnny (with a dramatic flair) R!Hannah Summer Uma

➥ Yes, I would be.

Bianca* (S8 CA) Blake Cassius* (S7 Bombshell) Erikah Felicity* (S8 CA) Hazel Meera Nicolas Rachel* (S8 OG) Stephen* (S7 Bombshell) Toby Valentina

➥ The show wouldn't be complete without me.

Allegra Arlo Brad* (S8 Bombshell) Bryson Christy* (S8 Bombshell) Eddie Elisa Finn Iona Jamal (I'm sorry he is pure chaos) Lexi Marshall Mason Rafi (sorry, he's there for the fame) Reese Ryan Sienna

➥ Doesn't wait for a call, just shows up.

Hamish Liam (he's told to go home)

➥ Depends...Do I get a hot tub date?

Roberto

➥ Pretends they're busy for flair, then says yes.

Rocco

➥ I don't know...Look what happened last time.

Grace Hazeem Hope Jo Lucy Kobi Priya Rohan

➥ Maybe? Let me think about it.

Cherry Daphne Estelle Flo Genevieve Geri Harry (Sorry Mo, he'd just feel bad to say no LOL) Jasper Jen Luna Nicky Sammi Vicky Willow

➥ If I don't have anything better to do, sure.

Jakub Miles Shannon

➥ Lol! This reminds me of a throw pillow!

Chelsea

➥ My Nan would kill me, mate.

Gary Lewie

➥ *Rambles until the producer just hangs up*.

Bill (because he can't shut up) Bruno (because he can't figure out how to say no) Juliet (because she has advice for them) Rahim (because he starts talking about Violet Man)

➥ Tries to say no, tricked into saying yes.

Ciaran Tom Rafael

➥ No thank you.

AJ Alex Andy Arjun Bea Bella Bobby Carl Chloe Claudia Elijah Elladine Evan Gabi Hari Henrik Jack Jake Jin Jo Kyle Levi Logan Lucas Lulu Max Oakley Oliver Ozzy Shawn Tai Talia Thabi Theo Yasmin

➥ Hah. I'm still waiting for the punchline.

Elliot

➥ I wrote enough fanfic about it.

Talia

➥ No thanks, Mamacita.

Camilo

➥ Full offense-no.

Angie Lottie

➥ Non.

Youcef

➥ "Oh, sorry! We forgot you exist."

Tiffany Tyler

➥ Ghosted and/or ignored the call.

Joyo Kassam Noah Seb

➥ Ghosted the call, but by accident.

Cora Najuma Will

➥ Production didn't even bother inviting them.

Alfie Bonnie Dana Felix Francis James Miki Travis

➥ Calls & complains they weren't invited.

Dylan Graham Pete Sophie Suresh

➥ Ghosted & Ignored...by Production.

Amelia

[kissorkill16]

Warning: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky's first warning.

Nicky sat in his room, kicking his legs in the air as he listened to his parents arguing downstairs in the kitchen.

"Lu, please! The man lost his wife and kids, just one visit wouldn't kill you.", said his father.

"Absolutely not, Jay!", said his mother. "I don't care if he brought us cookies our first month of living here. He's been acting up ever since the car crash incident, and ever since those missing posters were put up."

"You know you sound just like Nicky right now.", said his father, sounding annoyed.

Hearing that, Nicky sighed and rolled his eyes.

He was getting tired of hearing their argument, so he grabbed a jacket and climbed out of his window. He put the jacket on once he was outside.

He turned his head to across the street from his house, and he saw Mr. Peterson getting into his car. The car turned on and started moving out of the driveway, and Nicky hid behind a bush as he watched the car go down the street.

Once the car was far enough so Mr. Peterson couldn't see him through the rear view mirror, he ran after the car.

Nicky followed Mr. Peterson's car to the Golden Apple Amusement Park.

He hid behind a tree as he watched Mr. Peterson get out of his car, and then he went to his trunk and took out a toolbox and a shovel. As he walked to the front of the gate and broke the door open, he quietly followed behind him, hiding behind nearby concession stands or trees or bushes whenever he turned around to see if anyone was there.

He followed him to a large rollercoaster, and he hid behind a concession stand that used to sell candy.

Mr. Peterson grabbed onto one of the rollercoaster carts, and started breaking down the cart off of the track. When he got it off, he started taking apart the cart, breaking it down piece by piece.

"What the heck is he doing now?", asked Nicky. But he instantly shut his mouth when he realized he said that aloud.

Mr. Peterson turned around for a split second, and Nicky ducked down behind the stand he hid behind. When he peeked back up, he saw that Mr. Peterson was...gone.

Nicky immediately panicked.

If he wasn't there, then he could be anywhere else in the park! He's probably near him right now. And if he was near him, then Mr. Peterson would probably know it, since he has senses unlike any other human being.

He slowly crept out from behind the stand, he looked left and right to see if he was nearby. He didn't see anyone, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Nicky began walking to the front of the gate, but just before he was about to grab the fence and climb it, he felt a large, muscular arm wrap itself around his waist and hoist him over someone's shoulder.

Mr. Peterson.

Immediately, Nicky began to panic. He started flailing around, kicking the man in his side with his knees, but Mr. Peterson was too strong.

"PUT ME DOWN!", he screamed, "LET ME GO! HELP! HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME! ANYBODY!"

Mr. Peterson put him down, but Nicky didn't have a chance to run before Mr. Peterson pushed him against something hard and wooden. Then Nicky felt something wrap around him, trapping him against the wooden surface he was stuck by.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Mr. Peterson tied him to a tree.

"It's late, Nicholas.", said the man, "You're not supposed to be here."

Something about his tone of voice really pissed Nicky off. Mr. Peterson was talking to him like he was scolding him, like a parent with their teenager when they were out too late.

"Neither are you, hypocrite.", Nicky snapped back at him.

Big mistake. Mr. Peterson took Nicky's chin and held it in a firm grip as he made him turn to look at him, "Don't use that tone with me, young man.", he growled.

Nicky felt his blood run cold.

When Mr. Peterson let go of his face, his cheeks hurt from the firm grip.

"You've turned up at my house uninvited so many times before, and each time, you were able to get away.", said Mr. Peterson, "I must admit, it felt nice that you came to visit a lonely old man like me. But you could have at least asked for permission before you broke into my house."

Nicky looked down at his shoes. Mr. Peterson said that last bit so sternly, and for some reason, Nicky felt ashamed. Like he was a little kid that just got caught trying to take cookies from the cookie jar late at night.

But he shook his head and looked at the man with stubborn eyes. "Let me go, now.", he said.

Mr. Peterson let out a condescending laugh. "And why should I do that? Give me one good reason why I should let you off the hook?", he asked.

"Because I know that you're hiding them somewhere in your house. Aaron and Mya. And if they ever find out you killed me, you'll be in big, fat trouble.", said Nicky.

"Kill you? Why would I -..."

The man turned around and thought to himself. He had just figured out that Nicky thought he killed his kids, and he knew he should just tell him that he didn't kill them,...but on the other hand, it felt good to toy with the little boy once in a while.

So he didn't say anything, he just turned back around and shrugged.

"Alright, fine. I'll let you go.", said Mr. Peterson, then he leaned down to meet Nicky's level. "But I'll only let you off with a warning."

He held Nicky's chin in his fingers, in a softer grip this time, but it still kept his eyes on him.

"If I ever get my hands on you again, don't expect me to let you go next time.", he growled. "I'll keep you somewhere your fake friends or your neglectful parents won't ever be able to find you."

"Don't say that!"

Mr. Peterson backed up a little at the boy's sudden outburst. "What's the matter, Nicholas? Are you scared?", he condescendingly asked.

Nicky had to bite back a snicker. "No. I meant don't call my friends fake, and don't call my parents neglectful.", he said, his voice firm.

Mr. Peterson raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Wonderful. Just another thing to tease him about.", he thought. He went behind the tree and started undoing the ropes, when he was finished, he started walking away.

Nicky rubbed his arms as he heard the distant voice of Mr. Peterson.

"Goodnight, Nicky! Get home safe! I'm sure your parents are worried sick as they look for you!"

Nicky quickly turned around to yell back at the man, but he was gone.

But he didn't care anymore, he just wanted to get home and go to bed.

He zipped up his jacket and ran to the fence, climbing over it as he thought to himself.

"You won't ever get your hands on me again, old man. I always get away."

[rustboxstarr]

Modern Eddie Munson Headcons

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader Girlfriend

Warnings: implied smut, dirty, modern day Eddie

Masterlist Part 2

🚬 Y/N making a tiktok to anaconda by Nicki Minaj, just as she's about to turn around to “ I got a big fat ass” she gets tackled by Eddie.

🚬 Y/N in the middle of sending a video on snapchat and Eddie just starts peppering her face with kisses. “Hey I'm talking here” 

🚬 “Im bored”

“Well listen instead of looking at the clock”

“Im horny”

“What a surprise”

“Mr.Munson, no phones in class!”

🚬 “Netflix and chill?” Eddie whispers in your ear wiggling his eyebrows “We're at the movies!” you whisper laugh back.

🚬 Sat in Eddie's lap listening to music and moving your hips with the music. He pulls an earphone out “Stop moving you're making me hard and we have gym next class” holding the earphone next to his ear “ARE YOU LISTENING TO LANA DEL REY?!” he asks overdramatically “Shut up” you snatch the earphone from him. 

🚬 “So we're dancing in gym” “Mhm?” Eddies barely listening “and Chrissy thought it would be hilarious to do a dance to I See Red” he snaps his head up “So that's what we're doing!” you say grinning. “Nope, nuh uh, pick another song”

🚬 Eddie watching porn on his laptop. Y/N storms in and he quickly shuts the laptop. You shoot him the stink eye “What are you watching?” you lunge forward to grab his laptop. He holds it to his chest and turns around, wrestling with you on his back. “Sooooo how was school?” “Don't change the subject!”

🚬 Sat gaming at his pc you crawl under the table to tease him “what are you doing?” “Oh nothing” you pretend as you palm him through his boxers. “Hey I'm winning here” “What's going on?” Gareth asks through the mic “Get off my dick woman!” he jokes

🚬Reader taking a selfie from above, Eddie wanting to joining in, "No he cant know I have a boyfriend" "EXCUSE ME?" proceeds to send a whole video about how hes gonna beat this guys ass to Chrissy.

[isagrimorie]

I wonder if I'm reading Agatha All Along wrong and it's really a tragedy.

Tragically, Alice breaks away from her generational curse only for her to die in the next trial. Sharon dying was sad but Alice? Alice dying just as she's coming into her own, and totally by accident?

Agatha really doesn't seem to have any measure of control but taking other people's power mechanically feels good to her -- like a drug. She can only stop when she's stopped or shaken out of it by an outside force.

Like, how awful it is to feel good at something that fuels so much death but fuels her power too.

She might even be addicted to the taking of power even though she hates that part of herself so bad.

And she's spent centuries proving her mother right.

It's so complicated too because it's so obvious that Agatha loves magick, loves witchcraft. But this love comes at the biggest cost.

No wonder Rio thought Agatha was the one keeping herself in the hex, Detective Agnes' life might be crap but at least it's not Agatha's life with her penchant for killing people with or without meaning too. A century of blood up and down the coast.

As Detective Agnes she can be the brooding hero she seems to wish she was. But she's not-- Agatha is like a Mikaelson -- she is so many other people's monster.

She wished she was Nicky's knight and shining armor but she couldn't even do the simple thing of protecting her own son.

No wonder Agatha hid from Rio for so long too.

Also, her inability to control her power siphoning must be killing Agatha who is all about taking control and owning her own agency.

Agatha is right back where she started, hated and alone with her powers taking and giving. And being thought off as the worst and so she does what she does best to protect herself. She becomes the monster they think she is.

That is grief on Agatha's face and regret.

She looks at her hand in recrimination but that doesn't last long because it's also tempered by the feeling of finally having some measure of power back.

But at what cost?

Teen confronts her about it-- and she tries to explain but three centuries in, she's never found the words or a way to explain that she DOESN'T HAVE CONTROL.

But before Agatha can explain Jen cuts her off -- a lifetime and three of doubt and suspicion? That's not easily erased overnight. And again you can see Agatha rebuild her armor but it's the Teen who helps Agatha shut the door.

It's the Teen's hypocrisy that gets to Agatha-- she gets lying but being so self-righteous?

No, Agatha's not willing to ride that train.

And this is where Agatha fully rebuilds her wall. She's not going to take this game anymore, especially not from Wanda's son.

(Who Agatha does care for but also, fuck you.)

Teen hurt her and now she's lashing back and being cruel and taunting.

Don't taunt the spirits.

Agatha taunted the spirits. And then Billy lashed out in return.

Also, Teen hates it when people call him Familiar and Pet. This is when he really lashed out.

Because...

You should see him in a crown...

(Witches in MCU remind me so much of French Quarter Witches in The Originals-- born with blood in their hands).

[measuredingold]

not just the friction of our skin

authors note: finally got around to nicholas’ song. a little angtsier than i planned, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless ! inspired by the song pure love :)

jolly’s and noah’s

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader

word count: 972

cw/tw: implied sexual content, angst, hurt/comfort ? kind of ?, open ending, implied friends to lovers, reader is bad at feelings, 18+ minors do not interact

"Stay."

Nicholas' voice makes you pause briefly, just for a moment, before you shakily continue to button up your jeans.

"I can't." You say quickly, finishing with the last button of your jeans before turning around to face him still on the bed, back to the headboard. "I'm sorry."

You hated doing this to him. Every time he asks you to say you find some excuse to leave because you can't seem to get yourself to stay. The ache in your chest was already starting to linger, that tightening feeling that made you feel sick.

"I want you to stay. Please."

Your stomach twists so violently at the look that he gives you - sad, pleading eyes - and you have to swallow harshly before saying, "Nicky, you know I can't."

Your heart breaks at the way his face falls, lips turning down into a frown. You fucking hated this. You know it was better this way, keeping your best friend at an arm's length, but it never got fucking easier. Why did he always make this so hard?

"I'm tired of watching you leave." He eventually sighs out, running a hand through his hair. "I don't like it. Actually, I fucking hate it. I hate waking up the next morning and realizing you're not there."

You swallow down the growing lump in your throat again. "Nicky-"

"Stay." He cuts you off, eyes begging. "Please. I want you to stay."

"I..." Your voice trails off, unsure of what to say. You try to find the right words but nothing seems to come out.

Your shoulders drop in defeat and your eyes flutter shut as a sigh slips from your lips. You don't know what to say to him, can't say anything really, not even when you hear the ruffling of sheets. You keep your eyes closed until you can feel Nicholas in front of you, the heat from his body radiating onto you. You subconsciously shiver when your eyes open to his bare chest, remembering just mere minutes ago you were dragging your nails down it, his skin still red from the action and-

"Don't tell me that you can't, because I know it's a fucking lie." His eyes shift into a glare as he stares down at you. "I don't know why you're so scared, it's just me-"

"That's the whole reason why I can't!" Your words come out quickly as your voice raises, face flushing. "Because it's you. I... I can't, okay?"

He deserved better, much better than a damaged friend who couldn't commit. He was away half the year, anyways, and you couldn't just drop everything just to be with him on the road. The ache of missing him while he was gone was unbearable sometimes, but you managed better knowing that he wasn't yours. You know if you keep this distance, it'll get easier with time. He didn't need to worry about someone back home, let alone a childhood best friend who just couldn't seem to stay away.

You watch his eyes soften at your outburst, head tilting. He says your name gently and you have to squeeze your eyes shut when he reaches out for you, hand cupping the side of your face. You stand still even when his thumb brushes across your cheek, and all you want to do is melt into the touch, melt back into him, but your body won't let you.

"All I've ever wanted was for you to stay." He says gently, using both hands to cup your face now. "All I've ever wanted was for you to let me love you."

His words sting, landing heavy on your chest. You feel your body start to lose its resolve, giving in to your heart as you start to slowly melt into his touch. Your eyes burn behind your shut lids when you feel him press his forehead against your own, letting out a shaky breath.

"Please let me in." Nicholas pleads.

Your heart aches and you finally open your eyes to blink away the tears that are threatening to spill, head shaking in his hold.

"I don't know if I can."

"Just try. Please."

"Nicky..."

"Stay tonight." His thumb catches a tear that broke through, slipping down your cheek. "And then we'll go from there."

You chew on your bottom lip as you stare up at Nicholas, eyes scanning his face. He looked so hopeful, and your heart ached all over again as you mentally argued with yourself. Do you give in and stay, which could potentially hurt both you and him? Or do you leave like you always do, wedging more distance between you and your best friend? In the end, they both could end up with each other hurting.

You're not sure if that's a risk you're willing to take.

Though, your body is working on its own, blinking away a few more tears as you nod in his grasp. The smile that breaks out across his face makes you want to cry even harder. You haven't seen him that happy in so long, and it felt good knowing you were the reason behind it. He doesn't say anything, just leans forward to press his lips to yours in a kiss that takes your breath away, but dragging you back towards the messy bed.

This time, though, there are no plans to make it messier. You slip back out of your jeans and toss your shirt somewhere on the ground, grabbing the shirt Nicholas had thrown off earlier instead. You crawl into the bed next to him, feeling the tension in your shoulders resolve the very second his arms slip around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

Your heart still aches, and you still weren't sure you could give everything Nicholas wanted, but you're willing to compromise. At least for now.