#but that said there wouldnt even be any dogs left so whats up with that

[ellecdc]

Love, i just had a heartbreaking thought; James' first solo excursion with Vix. He'd be so anxious and stressed because all he can think is " i wont leave without her this time" 😭

Could i request paranoid james and vix going shopping alone for the first time?? I feel that hed want one of those stretchy child hand cuff things so he wouldnt lose her

Poor Jamie. I wanna give this sod the biggest hug in the whole wide world

James was losing it - he was well aware of this. Every movement, every car horn, every bell ringing above a shop door, every person laughing or yelling brought him closer to you until you were basically wearing him like a backpack.

"Doing alright, Jamie?" You asked kindly, politely, concernedly. James wanted to shove you under his arm and take cover.

"Yeah, yup. Never better." He said distractedly as he continued to scan your surroundings.

The two of you had volunteered to pick up the cake from the magical bakery on Diagon Alley for Remus' birthday, which quickly turned into shopping for presents in Muggle London, which turned into a full on shopping spree at a large mall.

James hated it.

Being in a building felt claustrophobic and he was panicky watching you even reach for door handles - sure as all get out that the place was quickly becoming consumed by fiendfyre. He didn't fair much better outside, however, feeling as though you were both too vulnerable in the open; desperate to find coverage.

Really, he just wanted to take you home.

"How much longer do you think we'll be?" He asked you as he glared menacingly at a male shopper who had the audacity to wear all black until he left your vicinity.

"Not long, James. I just want to hit the grocery before we head back; it might be nice to have a charcuterie, no?"

James wanted to say "actually, I'm pretty sure shopping for charcuterie might be what kills us, Vix." But since that was crazy, he opted to hum in agreement as you led the way.

The two of you passed by a toy store where he saw a parent walking a child on a lead like a dog. His first thought was 'good lord, muggle parents are something else'. His second though was 'I should buy one for me and Vix'.

He turned back to the direction you two had been heading when he realized he couldn't see you anymore.

"Vix?" He said quietly as he spun in place. "Y/N?!" He shouted louder, garnering attention from the other shoppers near by.

What was he going to do? He couldn't very well pull his wand out right now. He would pull his wand out if he needed to - Azkaban be damned for breaking the statute of secrecy - but he was not going home to Sirius without you again.

"Y/N!" He shouted as he started shoving his head against the glass windows of various shops on the street, trying to catch a glimpse of you.

He felt tears prick his eyes as his breathing became faster. How could he have done this? How could he have lost you again!?

Unawares of the panic you just caused, you exited the shop with a bouquet of lilies for James - knowing he liked having fresh flowers around his home that reminded him of his 'beautiful flower' to find him spinning around frantically with tears streaming down his face like a toddler who lost their parent at the zoo.

"James!" You called as you raised your hand. He spotted you instantly and made for you - crushing your bouquet between the two of you as he enveloped you in a bone crushing hug.

"Where were you!? I couldn't find you anywhere!" He cried as he held on fast to your form. You patted his back consolingly.

"Awe, Jamie. I'm sorry. I thought you were following me - I just wanted to get you some flowers!" You explained as you pulled the slightly flattened bouquet away from your body.

All anxiety and any pretence of anger slipped away as James beamed at the bouquet. "You got me flowers!?" He shrilled as he took them from you.

You beamed right back at him and gave him another hug. "I'm sorry for frightening you, Prongs. Why don't we go to the grocery and then head home?"

James took a steadying breath and nodded at you.

"Can we hold hands?" He asked somewhat sheepishly.

You immediately held out your hand which he quickly enveloped with the one not holding his bouquet as you set off for the shops.

He didn't let your hand go until you made it into Grimmauld Place and Sirius hollered at him for making moves on his girl.

#marauders come back be here #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #marauders x reader #marauders #ask elle #self insert #reader insert #sirius black #james potter

[weirdmageddon]

ok no i disagree with these tags on my post. yes jade was alone for a long ass time, also speaking as a touched starved person here. but i think like, the epilogues reducing her to “horny half-dog” does her character a huge disservice. not only is there no basis for her being horny like 24/7 so it feels completely out of left field, her interests in gardening, making music, nuclear physics, her quirkiness are completely wiped and she’s incredibly one dimensional and it honestly genuinely feels like she was shoved in just to get in between davekat instead of being written for her own sake. and then she gets shafted by the narrative again through alt calliope. it did not feel like a satisfying progression it just made treatment of her character worse

also the fact that there was hardly any on-screen relationship building between her and dave. in homestuck these longtime internet friends only met irl for a couple of hours before they were separated again and then as i said had that brief exchange before the final battle. wheres the heartfelt reunion and catching up?? thats why it also feels off. that relationship mending substance wouldve gone a long long ass way and they deserved so much better

there are much better ways to write human touch starvedness than what they did to jade in the epilogue. i’m also aroace so i kinda just checked out when all she was reduced to thinking only about kissing and sex like…. uhhh. being aroace i KNOW and prioritize the hundreds of other ways to have contact and closeness with people and they just went for the lowest hanging fruit and idk but it felt so out of character. the epilogues in general were so out of character for the tone of homestuck

i want jade and dave to continue to collaborate on stuff on earth C like making music together / starting a band. that involves human contact and being around another person right?? but it actually does something with their character in a way that isnt filled with pointless forced drama….WOAH

it’s not even just about the sexual stuff itself either honestly, theyre adults. i wouldnt care if they had sex but the fact that there’s no buildup to the relationship after 3 years and a few days spent apart, (and then 2 more whole years before they turn 18 and become adults) the fact that that the nature of it wasnt like this is such wasted potential

see its sad when the girlfriend in this greentext has more character depth than jade in the epilogues. wheres the silly / eccentricities we’ve come to know jade by

#hs #hs epilogues

[s0urw00lf]

Protectors- pack mentality pt.2

Derek hale x reader

An: I need to change and organize myself with these titles because I change the font every update. Anyways hope you enjoy. Luv you bye)

               After Scott left to go to his job y/n also started to leave before being stopped by the by stiles grabbing her arm "wait!" he slightly shouts. The (Y/H/C) girl turned around to face the boy with a look of confusion "what?" she asked. He let go of her hand and let his fall to his side, he tilted his head to the side looking at me as if he was trying to read me or something. " why are you so hell bent on keeping scott and i safe?" he asked shaking his head face still masking confusion.

Y/ns face softened at the question she shrugged her shoulders and began walking to her car while thinking of her honest answer with stiles following. " i dont know, its an urge i guess. I was in you guys shoes once and i didnt have anyone to fall back on, i dont want that happening to you guys." she said. "plus its kinda my job to, more so you now." she finished. Stiles stared at her somewhat confused "what do you mean?" he asked. As they reached her car  she sighed leaning on the hood "my job in the supernatural world is to protect those who need protecting, and sometimes im individually assigned to people. my urge to protect you is stronget than scotts almost as strong as dereks but not quite" she explained. "but why?". once again the girl shrugged "i dont know but it may have something to do with the fact that ive practically known you your entire life" she said carefully hoping that it wouldnt anger the boy somehow. stiles just stared at the girl masking confusion until his faced morphed into shock "holy god! Y/N!" he yelled pulling me into a hug. though this time she expected the hug from the other stilinski and she smiled and hugged back. "i cant belive this, i havent seen you since i was like 5" he said making her laugh. "this is amazing i agree, but i have to get home before Derek shows up here and rips you apart for making me late" she jokes and his eyes widen as he nods vigurously before walking away making the girl laugh once again.

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Y/n parked farther away from the hale house because derek didnt want anyone to get any ideas which by that he meant hunters, which yn couldnt argue but she will give him a small piece of her mind for making her walk so far with no company, yeah shes a werewolf and gets plenty of extersize, that doesnt mean she enjoys the long walks from the entrance of Beacon Hills Preserve to the annoyingly handsome hales house.

when she arrived she walked through the door calling for derek "der? i'm home" she said making her way through the house searching for the tall dark haired man. She knew he was there because she felt him, kind of like a string pulling her towards him. She found him asleep on the couch he looked so peaceful. she smiled at the look of peace that overcame his features every once in a blue moon. " do you have to stare at me every time you find me asleep?" he sassed still half asleep. " that's no way to greet your girlfriend, now is it?" she sassed scoffing. he opened his eyes letting a smile form and opened his arms inviting her to cuddle. Y/N smiled and immedeatly jumped in his arms making him let out a 'umph' causing her to giggle.

she laid cuddling with Derek for a while before we heard a car parking in front of the house making y/n and Derek groan "will we ever be able to have some sort of peace in this town?" she grumbled getting off of Derek.

They made our way upstairs to get a better view on the person (who turns out to be a cop) while staying out of his eyesight. i stood in front of derek peering down at the man who was obvously uneasy as he was startled by his dog barking "stop that" he said scolding the dog. The dog now looking up at the window that we stood at and started barking even more and she felt his heartrate speed up. this confused y/n and she turned her head back to derek to see his eyes shining blue.

Y/n rolled her eyes turning back to the dog who now had saliva splattering everywhere. this made the deputy even more unerved as he looked up to the same place the dog was before deciding to leave. As the deputy drove off she turned back towards derek only to see him smirking in satifaction "you are evil you know" y/n said to him pushing his shoulder back in a playful manner. he smiled at thet and said "what did i do?" feigning innocence. "you were close to making the poor things heart-." She cut herself off turning back to the window. She picked up on a energy. A now well known energy to her Derek went to ask what was wrong but stopped when he heard footsteps. They saw Scott emerge from the woods and step on to the hale property.

    He stood there and y/n went to meet him at the front but was stopped when Derek held his hand out in front of her causing her to look up at him confused.

"I know you hear me" Scott said with a pleading look on his face. "I need your help". At this Derek left the room and made his way to meet Scott who had moved to the porch to keep from getting wet from the rain.

—— time skip——

Y/n was woken up by her phone ringing. She looked at the caller I'd and it read unknown She frowned at this not remembering giving her number to anyone. She sighed and answers with a groggy "hello?". The voice she heard on the other end she recognized instantly as her presumed "god brother" stiles. "Y/n, hey so Scott and I are going to the school to see if he can remember what happened in the bus last night and I was wondering if you'd come with?" He said. "Stiles, how did you get my number?" She asked. "From dad, he keeps your documents in a drawer in the kitchen so it wasn't hard to find." He replied. She sighed and sat up "well yeah I'll tag along, someone's gotta keep you in order.". She heard stiles cheer from the other end causing her to smile.

"Ok I'll come pick you up" he said before hanging up the phone and less than a minute later she heard and sensed Scott and stiles parking at the edge of the woods waiting. Y/n got up and put on a put on a jacket along with her shoes and before walking out of the room she gave Derek a kiss. She made her way downstairs spotting Derek's leather jacket and deciding to slip that one on instead of her own. Making her way out of the house and to stiles jacked up jeep.

When they arrived at the school stiles parked at the gate and they all got out. "Hey no, just me somebody needs to keep watch." Scot said grabbing stiles to face him as he was walking ahead of us. "How come I'm always the guy keeping watch? Plus y/n's here"  stiles asked. "You invited me here to stay and be on watch duty?" Y/n asked kinda offended. "Good point y/n" Scott said pointing back at me. " OK why is it starting to feel like you're Batman and robin?" Stiles asked . "I don't wanna be Robin all the time" he said frowning at his friend. "Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time." Scott said. "Wha- not even some of the time" stiles asked disappointed. "Just stay here." Scott stated firmly. "Oh my god" stiles replied exaggerating. With that stiles walked back towards me and Scott climbed the gate to complete his "mission".

       Y/n felt stiles mood shift entirely and asked "what's the matter" while still staring off where Scott had disappeared to. "It's not fair" stiles said folding his arms. Y/n looked over from the gate to stiles "what?" She asked. "It's not fair, I feel like I'm useless most of the time and I hate it." He said. She frowned at this "stiles, you can not compare yourself to Scott. You are human yes but let me talk you this. If you weren't here Scott wouldn't have made it and I can say that with full confidence." She said to him making him smile and pull her into a hug. "Thanks" he said. When stiles hugged her this time with all of his emotion she was pulled into a memory. A memory from the past, one that she didn't remember. But they started to fill her brain.  Moments she spent with stiles and the Sherriff along with his mom. She pulled away with tears in her eyes. "I remember." She said. "What?" "I remember, everything now. You unlocked it, the memories." "What the hell are you talking about y/n?"  She felt something in her stomach Scott was remembering. She turned towards the gate and looked passed to the bus. "I'll explain later". All of a sudden a light came from between the buses and stiles rushed to open the car door and honk the horn warning Scott and out he came running flipping over the gate and hurrying into the car with me behind him.

"Go, go, go" Scott rushed stiles and he pulled off. "Did it work did  you remember?" Stiles asked. " yeah, I was there last night and the blood. None of it was mine." Scott replied "so you did attack him" I stated. He turned to me "no I -I saw glowing eyes in the bus but they weren't mine, it was Derek's" he replied "what!?" "What about the driver" stiles and I said at the same time "I think I was trying to protect him." Scott said. "Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" Stiles asked with this eyes shifting from y/n in the back to Scott then the road. Scott shrugged shaking his head "That's what I don't get" Scott said. "Maybe it's a pack thing" as y/n went to intervene she got a message on her phone. She took it out of her pocket and the it was from Derek

Derek: where are you? It's like 1 am

Y/n: with Scott and stiles

Derek: your starting to spend more time with them then me

Y/n well they're basically still in their puppy stage mr. Hale

Derek: well when are you gonna be back?

Y/n: on the way home right now

Y/n put her phone in her pocket. And told stiles to just take her to the gas station where derek would pick her up.

Stiles pulled off and not to much later Derek pulled up and got out of the car and she ran to greet him with a kiss. But before she could even reach him a car pulled in in front of and behind his car making y/n's senses heighten. In the car upfront was Chris argent and now assuming the one in the back was full of other hunters. He got out of his car and closed the door along with the goons in the other car. The gas pump was beeping as it filled Derek's car with gas and the tension was high. Derek and y/n both look around at their opponents searching for any higher threat. He took the pump out of the car and returned it to its respected place. "Nice ride" argent spoke up. "Black cars though, very hard to keep clean I would definitely suggest a little more Maintenance."

Y/n stood in front of Derek ready for any sort of threat that may put him in harms way but still spoke up "I'm sure we've done a well enough job." Argent clicked his tongue taking out the window cleaner and wiping the windshield free of any dirt. "When you have something this nice, you wanna take care of it right?" "Personally I'm very protective of the things I love, that's something I learned from my family, but you don't have much of that these days, do you?." When he said this y/n's blood began to boil and she had to fight herself to keep from hurting the man who was so freely talking about someone else's family not knowing that it was his sisters fault they were all gone.

"There we go" he said putting the cleaning tool back. "You can actually look through your windshield now, don't it make everything so much clearer" he said before making his way back to his car. Derek finally spoke up " you forgot to check the oil" at this argent stopped and tuned back towards us " check the men's oil" at that one of the men walked forward with a metal rod and busted the drivers seat window "looks good to me" the man said. "Drive safely" argent said before getting in his car and driving off.

"Im not gonna be able to control myself one of these days if they keep disrespecting you" y/n said glaring as argent drove off in his red Tahoe. Derek sighed still upset by the encounter. He walked around to the drivers side of the car "How the hell am I supposed to get the glass out from everywhere" he said sighting rubbing his forehead. Yn looked at him and frowned even more. She focused on the window and muttered a spell to put the glass back in place temporarily " I should be able to hold it until we get home. Derek walked over to her and pulled her in wrapping his arms around her waist putting his forehead against hers. "I love you so much" he said staring into her eyes making her smile and lifted her hands to his face and pulled him into a kiss. "I love you too, so much" she replied. "Now let's go home before we encounter another unwanted being" she told him before backing away. Derek made sure to open the door for the witch before making his way over to his seat.

The witch and the werewolf had planned on a chill day but being a supernatural in beacon hills, that was never an option. They were sitting on the couch when y/n Sensed Scott near by. She sighed "Scott's coming" she said seconds before the black haired boy bursted through the front door of the old hale house.  "Derek!" He yelled. "I know your here! I know what you did!" He yelled looking around for Derek. Derek unfazed by the yelling of the boy "I didn't DO anything."  He said calmly. "You killed him" Scott said moving through the house. "He died" Derek said getting impatient with the accusations. Scott didn't say anything for a couple of seconds. "Like your sister died?" He asked sarcastically making his way towards the room we were in. At this anger flared In y/n's chest and her fist clenched trying her hardest not to make her way to the boy and threaten him. She was sick and tired of people using Derek's family to get a one up on him.

"My sister was missing. I came here looking for her." Derek said with anger deep in his tone. "You found her" Scott said now closer than before. Y/n felt Derek's pain drifting off of him and it hurt her knowing the effect it had on him. "I found her in pieces! Being used as bait to catch me!" Derek yelled loosing his cool. "i think you killed them both, and who knows maybe y/n helped. i'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the sheriff." Scott finished walking past where Derek and y/n were standing the idea of just loosing more family after just gaining them back sent a pang into y/ns heart. Derek now fully set off by everything McCall was saying he takes Scotts shoulder throwing him down the stairs and he lands on the floor with a loud thud. Y/n descided that it was best to let the two sort out their differences or whatever, and shed deal with scotts accusations later. at the moment she needed to go see her god brother who had been begging her to hang out for a while now wanting to reconnect. She and stiles had chosen to have dinner with the sheriff so they could all catch up.

@bellabadacadabra

okay i know, but in my defense the whole chapter deleted so i cant control it i had to re-write it but i also have other major testing coming up and ive been studying for that and juggling my mess and of a "love life" soo..... ANYWAYS i hope you all enjoy

#derek hale x reader #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf #derek hale #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #scott mccall x reader #stiles stilinski x reader

[abra-ka-dammit]

Going in to the vet ER every day for over a week has really shone light on how many different.... kinds of pet owners there are

and im almost kind of mad to find out i am not the most common kind. not gonna lie. bc i feel like i should be.

theres the ones who come in and sit there and bitch and leave because the triage system determined that their pet is in stable enough condition that the docs need to focus on more critical ones ahead of it and waiting is too much of a hassle despite whatever concern originally brought them to an emergency vet. the my dog ate a grape and was puking all morning and twitching and acting very strange but i dont want to wait TWO HOURS for them to be able to do the testing needed to make sure she puked all of the poison out of her system and wont like, get organ failure or some other invisible issue for it, bc she "seems fine now", so instead i'm going home. these ones piss me off, and are common.

theres the ones who come in to the emergency room with their nice pet in its nice carrier and then look at the front desk clerk like theyre abso-fucking-lutely insane when they ask them if they'd like to consent to CPR in case of cardiac arrest while under ER care, and fervently shake their head and say no, for a CAT? no, no, no... i'm not paying to give CPR to an animal. That's ridiculous. these ones piss me off, and are very common.

and there's ones like the lady and gentleman i sat by today. the lady who had clearly been crying, saw my carrier as I sat, and immediately asked about my pet. Who looked at me with big, sad eyes when I told her the story of what happened to Bojji, and who with a shaky voice told me the vets here are so compassionate, how she was so scared coming in today that she was going to have to put down her 15 year old dog, because its behavior had been so abrupt and scary (seems suddenly her left legs just, wouldnt work?), but they took the dog in immediately and comforted her. She was so shook and the stoic, silent-type man with her (husband, I presume,) was sort of sympathetically frowning and gently patting her arm or leg and i was like. oh, no. i see what kind you are. you're me. so LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HOW GREAT THE DOCTORS HERE ARE. so i got to gush about how much the vets there clearly love the pets they care for and how they worked with me and explained everything every step of the way to make sure i can get bojji to the finish line bc they want to see the happy ending just as much as we do, and i got to see hope shine in this poor lady's eyes even before the doc finally came out. they told them their doggy was stable and scans arent showing any injuries or growths like cancer so its very likely doggo is suffering some temporal lobe issues--frustrating, likely due to old age, but can be helped out with treatment, and is nothing to be put to sleep over, certainly. the lady was so relieved, and even her husband seemed to perk up once their lil doggy was back in their arms. these types i adore and wish there were more of. before the doc came out we had talked a while about old pets, other folks pets, etc, and it was just clear the both of them adored this dog like she was their whole world and would do whatever it took to make sure she could continue her long, happy life. like pet owners should.

then a lady came in who had witnessed an untagged-but-collared dog get hit and run by a car by the side of a freeway out in nowhere lands and risked getting in trouble with state troopers for stopping on the side of the road to help it. said doggo was alive and even had her head up when riding the gurney in. despite the tagless collar the dog wasnt chipped so had no proof of ownership and was taken in as a stray, and the kind person who brought her in left with hope in her heart of seeing that doggo later on the humane society's website alive and ready to be adopted to a loving home. i, who had to sit there longer while awaiting the return of my cat whose tubes were being drained, had to deal with gaining the heart breaking knowledge that said doggo won't be making it to the humane society at all. after overhearing doctors in the back mention something being "entirely shattered", after which the listening party looked especially grim, I daresay the surgical intervention this dog likely needs is not going to have a financial backing of any sort thanks to being a "stray". i guess at least that woman's kindness means in her final moments, that doggy won't be in pain, rather than slowly dying alone and cold down in the ditch she had tumbled into after the hit. i hate that its all that woman's kindness would amount to. i hate that some person didnt even put a fucking tag with a goddamned phone number on their dog's collar. you're gonna make me go to bed tonight knowing that poor helpless dog had a fucking careless owner who let her get as far astray as a freeway, who cared enough to mark her as property but not enough to take fucking responsibility for said property, and that she needlessly experienced massive painful physical trauma and is dying tonight at a depressingly young age because the people who had her in hands and could have saved her had nobody to ask permission to do so to. do you even know she's gone? do you even care?

if i ever meet that kind of pet owner, i dont make any promises i would be able to stay civil

#stupid shit #tw animal harm/death mentions

[ectology]

I have a genuine question, why didn’t you just message the artist from the beginning? Like I understand where your comment came from but I feel like fandom is supposed to be fun and if you genuinely felt a micro aggression from their art you could’ve educated them. The reason people are hating is because of how you personally handled the situation from doubling down to not taking peoples criticisms seriously. I think if you weren’t interested in talking to the artist why bother posting the art? Maybe make a text post to gripe instead of including the actual art. You’re blog is your own and you have a right to your opinion on your own blog and yes their art was cringe (although v cute style!) BUT it’s better to be cringe than mean. And I say this as a follower of your art and not a hater but some of the twitter replies you left were mean and unnecessary. I think that you got dog piled enough and don’t deserve all this negative attention but I think that people are struggling to see your remorse in the situation because you keep replying and restating your og opinions. Anyways I hope this dies out for both you and the other artist, seeing all this hate can’t be good for y’all’s mental health.

i didn't message the artist from the beginning because my comment wasn't a callout post. there was nothing wrong with the art, it wasn't a microaggression or problematic or whatever. i said a pretty mild thing about their art on my own twitter specifically so the artist WOULDN'T see it because it wasnt constructive criticism, it was literally just me noting that i didn't like something. going to the artist and being like "HEY I DON'T LIKE THIS THING" would have been pretty stupid and pointless, which is why i made a separate post. but fsr this was taken as condemnation of the art/artist or me calling them evil or something?? i dont get why my opinion on it even mattered or why that shit blew up the way it did

and no im not remorseful about what i said, i didnt say anything wrong. my regret is that by posting publicly and having that many people share it, my post got around to the artist as well which i definitely didn't intend. ive since deleted the tweet and spoken to them to apologize and clear up any hard feelings. so yeah lesson learned, if i ever have a thought about anything i should just shut the fuck up or talk about it privately. but for real ....like........... it is Not that serious. i didn't say anything particularly mean or hurtful. there are a ton of ppl who directly messaged and qrt'd the art saying way worse shit than i did so idk why im the one who got dogpiled like that lmao.

i think if i actually said something insulting or genuinely rude id be happy to apologize for it or wouldnt have said it in the first place. but yeah no shit i was being mean to the hundreds of people severely overreacting in my replies lol. i dont think i really owe anyone an explanation either other than the og artist, since they're the one actually affected by the situation, and i've already done that. so im moving on. this is a non-issue

#ectoasks #anon

[icarusdoesntdie]

You,

– always knew that you were different. Not in the way everybody was different; in a way that nobody would understand. You were raised by a single father. And he loved you, but he also loved G-d; and his ties to his faith would be very same ones to bind you. He told you to be strong, but couldn't show you how. 

So you would not, you could not think of your dad nor his savior, though you borrowed the lord's name in vain. 

If anything, you thought about your mother. About the accident that took her. It was not your memory, you were there, but you'd been too young to understand. Your mind constructed the images from borrowed bits and pieces. The things your dad told you. What the fire marshall reported. The only thing that was truly yours was the feeling… the rush of emotion that surfaced every time you smelled something burning. Every time you smelled blood. The fear, the panic echoed until your world threatened to fall apart.

(Jeff the Killer x NB Reader/No Pronouns Used for Reader)

You could never mistake the smell, but the alcohol had settled and made your mind sluggish, so that when you came home, you wouldnt pick it up. You slurred your situationship's name, called "im home!" into the empty room as you kicked off your shoes.

Your dog trotted up, a small mutt of a thing, who happily danced at your feet. And you squealed, taking his face between your hands and squeezing. 

"Why's you still up, huh? You wan' a snack? Let's get snacks," you said, gleefully and stood back up. There was a scent in the air, savory-sweet, and followed the trail. Strangely, the kitchenette lights were on and something was boiling over on the stove. You cursed, moving to flip the burner off and shove the pot aside. Removing the lid revealed what was left of a ramen pack, the liquid having been reduced completely, the remaining mush starting to blacken around the edges. 

It pissed you off. Your partner had always been a bit of a mess, forgetting locks, skipping out on feeding your dog (and not because you were entitled, but because you had asked and they agreed). You couldn't even expect a call back, not when you stayed out late. Not a single text had come through that night.

You threw the pot into the sink, and only then did you realize — there was red on your hands. You jumped, looking yourself over for any unnoticed cuts, but it wasn't yours. Your dog barked, and seeing him in the bright kitchen light, you saw the blood staining his pelt. 

Urgently, you scooped him up, brushing your hands through his short fur to try and locate the source. Your thoughts were racing with how, what, where, but panic slowly morphed into confusion, because there was nothing. And the dog didn't cry, didn't flinch, because the blood wasn't his. Your eyes flickered to the floor, where his tiny paws left red smears. 

"What…" you trailed off. You wouldnt dare make assumptions, lest your mind wander to dark places. You had to see, first. Once into the hall, the burnt ramen gave way to the scent you noticed first – and your gut twisted with guilt. You blamed the alcohol in your system. It was cloying, the further you walked, it was the smell of blood. You heard the shower running, the bathroom door wide open. The lights were on and the steam was hot and thick but did nothing to conceal the sight – though the running water had done away with the blood, there was no mistaking what the scene was. Their eyes were open and unseeing, mouth torn open. Their throat was a mess of blood and skin, and you dropped your poor dog in order to slap both hands over your mouth. 

The animal yelped, bounding away, and you threw yourself back until you hit the wall. Sliding down, a sob made it past your lips. 

"Why?" You muttered, a shuddery thing. With a sudden jolt, you realized the better question; who. 

Your dog barked. At the end of the hall, the bathroom light reached out to trace the outline of his small form… you thought about conversations prior, jokes made about your 'guard dog' throwing itself at an intruder's feet. It made you laugh, a desperate sound, with the terrible irony. He dropped onto his back, exposing his tummy, to a man, who crouched to stroke short fur with blood stained fingers. 

You didn't dare raise your eyes nor make a sound, as if there was a chance he wouldn't notice you. Instead, you focussed on the dog. 

"Good boy." 

His voice was raspy. Young, but raked over gravel. He stepped over the dog, crossing that mile wide distance to you. Still, you didn't move, not until he crouched, twisting his neck and putting his face in yours. 

He stared with wide, stained eyes with what might've been curiosity. His expression was hard to read, given the way his mouth was cut into a permanent grin. There was scaring besides the cuts, burns that creeped down his jaw and across his neck. The smell was jarring, iron and stagnant water, but it was the familiarity of your own detergent that caught your attention. 

The intruder wore one of your sweaters. Your eyes flickered down to the logo in the front, and then back up to those ruined lips. 

"Is this yours?" He asked, tugging on the item. "You don't mind, right? Good. Here, I'll give you something in exchange." 

You expected his skin to be cold, but his grip around your wrist was warm and rough. Into your limp hand, he pressed a bloody kitchen knife. 

And then he stood and stepped over you. You hoped he'd head out the door, but instead he ducked into the kitchen. Your stupid dog trailed after him. 

"No," you whispered. "No no no." 

And you got up. If you couldn't do it for yourself, but you had to do it for your stupid dog. 

"Chewie," you whispered harshly, gripping the knife tighter. "Chewie, come here!" 

The intruder scooped it up instead and the animal never stopped wagging its tail. 

The intruder looked at you, eyes dragging down and to the knife in your grasp. He gasped dramatically, as if he wasn't the one who handed it to you. 

"You're a killer!" He exclaimed, covering his mouth of feigned shock. 

"What?" You said. The knife… you flinched, dropping the weapon as if it burned in your grasp. 

"I'm calling the police," the intruder continued his theatrics. He grabbed the land line, dialing random numbers. "Hello? Piggies? Please help, my roommate's dead and I got my prints all over the weapon, but I swear it wasn't me. Maybe you'll make it before end up dead, too." 

And he dropped it back onto the receiver, watching you… expectantly.

Oh. 

"What do you want?" You said, your voice shaking. It felt like the alcohol had completely burned out of your system, but you still didn't trust your body or thoughts.

He really thought about it, leaning back and letting his eyes wander, all while petting Chewie. His hand paused, briefly tightening over the animal's head, before resuming. 

"A roof, a change of clothes…" he said. "A warm meal. It's been a lo-ong time since I ate something real. Do you mind? You don't, right?" 

And through his smile, you felt the weight of his threat. 

Your mom had been a good cook. You thought about her, but the memories had no real substance. They couldn't help. So you cooked what you liked, eggs sunny side up and fried ham. There was leftover rice, warmed and served with the protein on top. Automatically, you had made two portions, like you would have had you been eating with your partner. The intruder waited at the table, letting his weight fall against the wood. You put the plate down without much thought and returned to the kitchen to wash the dishes. The grime left from the ramen didn’t budge, and frustration threatened to call for tears, but you were not ready to cry just yet. It was just time to soak and wait. Your own plate, still stacked with food, sat on the counter. It would be a waste. It was a waste. 

“God damnit,” you said, bitterly, feeling your stomach turn. Your partner was dead. It was guilt that made its home in your throat, impossible to swallow, impossible to ignore. Though perhaps it was for the better, for low in your gut, something much worse rumbled. Its shape was hazy and unknown, but you feared it all the same. It was better to let guilt choke you out before finding out what sat in your stomach. Your partner was dead, and you should have called the police no matter the threat to yourself. It was better to die, too, but that thought didnt sound like you. 

What a waste. 

Heavy arms snaked around your waist, shocking you out of your reverie. You tensed all over, arching away from the touch, but you were trapped between him and the stranger. 

"Don't call anyone, alright? Ill kill you," he said, in the same intonation one would use to to coo a child. "Be good." 

You gripped the counter, knuckles white. It really wasnt like you. 

"I won't," you said, and then again, "I won't, I swear." 

#something something jtk breaks into ur apartment kills ur partner #and now he kinda wants to play house #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #or rather. reader x jtk #someone has mommy issues but u tell me #x reader #reader insert #also reader is not human but its a little bit of a surprise for everyone involved #death mention #alcohol mention #death tw #alcohol tw #wip #fromatting has been eddited yay

[mothlegs]

eurgh

dreamt basil abused me :/ or dreamt that i dreamt it? idk. it was all the same as before. i was still finding ways to take all the blame so he wouldn't have to change or ever be in the wrong

and like. i definitely did suck severely but so did he and i was the only one taking any kind of responsibility, just like irl

gehh. stupid dream

it was like. he left a message for me on amino that he was going to sleep and i should put that in my discord status and we'd talk in the morning? and cause i'm still a stupid loyal dog i did that. his profile picture was blue and his username started with knee ..??

but. in the dream i dreamt he sexually assaulted and i think physically abused me too? i was talking to someone about it, about how my real vision/memories had high contrast and the dream ones were the same just in grey. i wondered if it wasn't just a dream (i know it is irl since i never met him in person)

we fought, physically, for a while. think there was glass and knives involved. i triggered him on purpose and accused him of race faking and faking being jewish? which? irl he is white and Not jewish? i was doing it just to hurt him, i said that to the other person later, and it felt like this big revelation that would fix everything. i used to have those all the time, i'd realise something that could he viewed as being my fault and i'd immediately do everything i could to change, because he wouldn't change and i somehow thought that if i just did everything, that would make him care about me, would make him stop hurting me. god damn stupid i was

other dream stuff. i was friends with this guy whose brother was intellectually disabled? and it was the brothers birthday so i was invited. not a lotta other people were, just a few kids his age (6-8 idk)

they were like. rich.? and somehow i ended up. erughh just remembered what happened next. i somehow ended up babysitting the kid, his? her? idk im saying his- his name was tay, and he also had some movement related disabilities and i think food related ones too

i got along w this kid really well, he used AAC and even at the party i seemed to be the one including him the most?? like we were considering going to some place and i was the only one who actually Asked tay if he wanted to go or if he was ok with us going without him

but anyways. uhh something. Weird. happened. there was a Dude. outside. who was. imitating me.? like... trying to copy how i look. it was really freaky

i told tay to know what i looked like n stuff and to not ever trust that other guy, and then i went down to i guess fight him

and Fight Him I Sure Did. he had some kinda sharp weapon and i had. something. some kinds tools idk what they were

he managed to cut me once and *i* managed to stab him through the mouth into his head. at an angle where every time he moved, he crushed his skull further. the sound was so disgusting, i couldnt look at it and he wouldnt stop

i was screaming for help and some woman came over, said something about hannah, andd. idk i guess that was okay then

i went back in the house and tried to make food but i cant cook so it went bad. tay was sitting on the counter trying to guide me buy man i am Bad

then his dad came home and was like. i told you i put food in the fridge. and i jus OH. I. COMPLETELY FORGOT. SORRY. and he said it was fine blehbleh

i told him about the weird dude (really unsettling and scary the entire time something was Wrong with him) and he got kinda Hh and said something about hannah too, but also that we couldnt talk here. i understood, the walls had eyes, metaphorically.

aaand that was p much it. think thats all i remember. i kinda miss tay and also his brother they were cool. feel like i dreamt more but i forgot u.u

#dream #dreams #dream log #dream journal

[fartquen12]

can i have a zhongli x reader where he makes a tea out of his gf's caca to show his gf he loves her pls and tanks <3333333

Valentines dokie dookie tea ft. john stamos

ALSO HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @itsthemickeymousecrackhouse FOR BEING THE BEST SUPPORTER

TRIGGER WARNINGS: dookie, Fart, Nonconsenstual stealing poop, tea, dookie tea, zhongli being my version of zhongli, y/n, bl00d, cringe, she her prns (y/n), valentines day. (will defenitly offend you if you are a mini ravi/kyle)

*RING RING* "oh fuc- OWWAA" I screeched as I fell out of bed. *RING RING* I slammed my hand down on the alarm to shut it off. "goddamn." I said almost silently. I got up off the floor and made my bed. Thats when I realised it was valentines day! I have a date with zhongli and I look like a poop riden child! I ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. It was so cold I literally sharted. After that I went to my closet to look for some nice clothes since our date was in 1 hour. I saw this brown and black and white box print dress in my closet. I wore it because I wanted to loook like i havent changed since the easter event. I went to the bathroom and did my makeup. Brown lipgloss. pink and red eyeshadow with a bit of brown and purple to make it look like i have a disease and pink eye (dookie in eye dont be an asspiker). I did some mascara and lots of hot pink blush so i can look dead. highliter on my nose eye corner cheeks eyes and a lil on my buhol.I ran to the front door and put on my ninja turdl socks and my paw patrol shoes. I opened my front door and locked up after i left. I got into my adorbs car. My car is a red car it is 4 ft tall and 3 ft in legnth. It has orange flames on the side and black stripes. I got in and started blasting... "IM A BAD BAD DOG!" and I have a billy fartgrove funkpop in my window aswell as vecnas bumhole printed on my lisence plate. My windows are fully tinted so no one can see me and I have a student driver sticker on the back of my car!

I buckled myself into my booster seat bc even though I am 18 I am 3'4 uWu. I looked at myself in the mirror and winked. I quickly backed out of my driveway. As i drove out of my trailer park I saw eddie munson twerking at me. I thought that was nasty. I worridly drived because my date starts in 15 minutes and it takes 1 hour to drive to the resturant he said to go to. Its called "dilucs tavern" anyways I drove at 200 miles per hour on the free way and i do not know why everyone honks at me. I rolled down my window and said "FUK U". I mean it is the "free" way right? anyway i drove and drove and after about 45 minutes i arrived. I saw the man from tinder crying through the window at an empty table. I quickly got out of my car and locked it. The sound to make sure I locked isssss..... *fart* Perfect. I walked into dilucs tavern and i was greeted by the man. "OH! Y/n so good to see you!" The man said. "Yeah! I'm so sorry I was late I um..... uh. I got stuck in.. traffic yeah." I said hoping he wouldnt realise my fatass actually slept through the 50 alarms i set. He smiled at me and handed me a menu. As I read through the menu I decided on "fart lard and turkey" from the menu. The waiter then asked me what I would like to drink "Hmmm. I will take a finger lickin poopy ass dookie as potatoe ass green dookie fart penis poop salad beer!" I replied. "Good choice!" the waiter said smiling. It was silent for about 3 minutes. Best 3 minutes of my life. "So uh. What do you do for work?" The man across me asked. "oh! uhm. uh.... well i- um i-." i didnt exactly know what to say. "Its okay if you cant tell me." he said looking quite sad. "No! Its fine! I'm a..... well um.... i clean poop out of old peoples butts at scaramouchers nursing home..." I said. I tried to scan his expression for any thoughts of strangeness but the man didnt say anything. He smiled. "I wish I had your job!" the man said. I laughed assuming he was joking. it was silent for a while till i decided to speak up. "you have any kids? and pets?" I said awkwardly. "Oh no! You know me I hate kids haha." the man said. I stared at him agressivly for a second because I have 10 p named children at home. I just laughed. he looked at me weird but then the waiter gave us our food and drinks.

"Thank you!" I said to the waiter. He looked.... fimiliar. wait. I stood up and got in his face. I pulled his face mask off as he said "MAAM PLEASE DUE TO COVID STAY SIX FEET AND DONT TOUCH ME!!!!" i paused.... "Y/n????!!!" The waiter said angrily! "XIAO????" I said even more angrily "OH FUK YOU" The xiao said to me. "YOUR GONNA GET IT NOW BITCH!!! I SCREAMED! "WTF!!!!" zhomgli said standing up now recording this.. "YEAH TAKE YOUR TOP OFF!!" some random man said from across the bar. I locked myself in the bathroom. I came out covered in blood. "WHERES THAT MAN!!" said zhongli. "I juST KiLled mY eX." i said zhongli threw something in my face it was a brown liquid "TF IS THAT!!!!" i screamed. "I STOLE POOP FROM YOUR SHOWER AND MADE IT INTO TEA BC IM LITERALLY YANDERE FOR YOU DADDDY!" ZHONGLI SHOUTED. "THA FUCCCCC!!!" I yelled "ALSO I KNOW YOUR A BIG FATASS I PUT A CAM IN YOUR BEDRROM AND SAW YOU SLEEP THROUGH 50 ALARMS!" He shouted again. I ran out the bar so fast got in my car locked it and started blasting "IM A BAD BAD DOG!" while driving out of the parking lot i saw eddie munson twerking at me again. "FUK YOU!" I shouted at him. Then he ran faster than the speed of light and jumped on my car denting my ceiling cuz hes so fat and he broke a window and got in with me "BOY WTF!!!!!" I screamed "PULL OVER!!" Eddie yelled. I did as he said. and thats when john stamos himself got in my car and started blastinf Taco farts! I laughed so hard ive never laughed harder in my life. Me and these guyes quirky lil guyes drove off into the sunset and I hope to never see zhongli ever again.

THE END

Also guys tysm for 50 likes! You guys are the best! Make sure to request!

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[petnews2day]

‘My dog wouldn’t sign it!’ - Pogba reveals Raiola’s reaction to Man Utd contract talks with Ferguson

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‘My dog wouldn’t sign it!’ - Pogba reveals Raiola’s reaction to Man Utd contract talks with Ferguson

Paul Pogba walked out on contract talks with Sir Alex Ferguson at Manchester United as Mino Raiola said his dog would not sign the terms on offer.

French midfielder was a teenager at the time

Ended up leaving as a free agent

Severed ties with Red Devils again in 2022

WHAT HAPPENED? Said discussions took place during the French midfielder’s first spell at Old Trafford, with the Red Devils looking to tie him to fresh terms after a step up into the senior ranks had been made from a fabled academy system. Pogba ended up leaving as a free agent for Juventus – with history repeating itself in 2022 – and the World Cup winner has lifted the lid on why talks broke down.

WHAT THEY SAID: Pogba told reporters at the Golden Boy awards: “I was at Manchester United, I was 17. Ferguson wanted me to extend. I arrived with Rafaela (Pimenta) and Mino. And Ferguson said, ‘so we sign?’ But we said no. Mino answered him: ‘This contract, even my dog wouldn’t sign it! Paul, get up let’s go!’ I got up and we left.”

THE BIGGER PICTURE: Pogba returned to England in the summer of 2016, when a record-breaking £89 million ($102m) transfer was put in place, but he severed ties with the Red Devils for a second time at the end of the 2021-22 campaign after struggling to produce his best across six years with Premier League heavyweights.

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WHAT NEXT FOR POGBA? The 29-year-old is yet to make his competitive debut back at Juventus, with a series of unfortunate injuries preventing him from playing any part at club level while also dashing his dreams of helping France defend their global title at the 2022 World Cup.

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[glassphinix]

help girl my hands slipped and now this idea is threatening to snowball into a full au

#the walking dead game #twdg #telltale #twdg clementine #splatoon #artists on tumblr #art #my art #no but actually twdg taking place in the splatoon setting would actually change so much #GOD knows how the fuck the virus itself would work when everyone is basically a walking ink blob and also a squid #i can remember at least three instances where someone falls into water over the course of the series #i cant decide if its funnier for everyone to still use real guns despite being neon squid people #or if everyone uses turf war weapons like fucking water guns and buckets that make people explode and its still played completely straight #inklings dont seem to form proper hands and fingers until theyre 14 so idk how the hell clem would protect herself #also since shes 13 in anf i decided inkling skin grows in gradually because it looks funky #and the D on her hat WAS written in inklish and no it wasnt really worth it #AJ WOULD LITERALLY JUST BE A SQUID. TINY GUY #ah fuck i forgot the dog scar on clems arm #but that said there wouldnt even be any dogs left so whats up with that #what even happens when inklings get severely wounded like that would they just splat??? #HELP GIRL IM OVERTHINBKING THIS AU IMMENSELY 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 #internal monologue

[multifandom-slut]

Koko- sugar baby

Warnings: smut 18+ and angst

Smut ends after the ***

It had all started with a night out, celebrating your friend's birthday. She was ecstatic and while you were happy for her you weren’t exactly jumping in joy at the thought of spending a night out, clubbing in a crowded space with bodies grinding, people smoking, and drinking.

But you still went and who knew that night would have changed your life in so many ways. You had been in a short black dress that exposed more than it covered. If it was up to you, you would be at home watching a movie or anything else but this. Nevertheless you stood next to a bar getting drinks for your friends. That was until a man stopped next to you, staring down at you, assessing each and every one of your movements as if you were planning to kill him.

“What’s your name, pretty,” the man said next to you, clearly drunk, yet you still didn’t have enough courage to look up at him.

You hadn’t even known his name when you stumbled drunken into his home with him, his hands roaming your body, your legs wrapped around his waist, hands pulling on his white hair, his tongue shoved down your throat, moans and groans leaving the two of you. The white haired male that gave out dangerous vibes pinning you to the wall of his home rutting against you like a dog in heat.

“I’m Koko,” the man mumbles diving back into your mouth. Said man groans hitching you up higher, grabbing a knife from his pocket.

You gulp scared but excited not knowing where this was going, was he going to kill you, you wouldn’t doubt it after all he had a shroud of dangerous aura around him.

“May i?” Koko asks gesturing down to his cock that was stuffed painfully inside his pants then to your underwear.

You gulp but nod your head excitedly, if he waited any longer you swore you would explode and by the looks of it he would too.

Before you can second guess anything you feel your underwear rip into two, the next thing you know two fingers are plunged into your pussy.

“So fucking wet and tight, you sure you ain’t a virgin?” Koko murmurs, too distracted seeing his fingers enter your pussy and then leave shinier then before.

You didn’t know how you would fit his cock inside of you when just two of his slender fingers was enough to make you feel full.

Your thoughts stopped being insterupted by a moan, “This your spot princess?” Koko asks rhetorically already knowing he had found it.

Koko thrusts his fingers a couple more times relishing in your moans while you were relishing in the pleasure of his fingers. It felt so good, you swore you were about to explode, or maybe that was just your upcoming orgasm. It was definitely that.

Just as you’re about to inform the man he pulls his fingers out. “The first time you cum it’s going to be on my cock,” just as fast as his fingers had left your warm embrace his cock had replaced them, not giving you a second to complain.

The complaint on your tongue melting away and instead being replaced by a loud whine mixed with a whimper, neither of you could tell what it was, all you knew was it erupted from the pain.

His fingers had stretched your pussy a significant amount but nothing could prepare you for the size of his cock. As soon as Koko thrusted it in you had felt as if you were being split into two, but you wouldnt change anything for this, the pain only adding to your pleasure.

“I’d trade all my money for this pussy.”

“Koko, faster,” you whimper digging your heels farther into his butt, attempting to encourage him to go faster and harder.

***

That was a year ago today, the man you now know very well had taken in interest in you after he had been buried to the hilt inside of you and he came knocking the very next day proposing the idea of friends with benefits. You had obviously agreed because he was Koko and he was attractive.

It was a friends with benefits but to you it seemed more like he was your sugar daddy, the white haired male choosing to spend thousands upon thousands on his pretty baby.

That’s where you were now, outside of Victorias Secret with a raspado, after you got dinner in the most expensive restaurant that one would have to make a reservation years ago just to spend oneevening at, but Koko was a powerful man and he was able to get a reservation with a snap of his fingers.

“Alright pretty baby get anything you want.”

You smile half heartedly at the sentiment before awkwardly picking up lingerie, you were astounded at the price for the clothes, well lack thereof. How were scraps of clothes so expensive?

Koko picks something up putting it against your body and you offer him a small smile looking at the price before putting it back down.

This goes on for a few more outfits and you could see Koko getting agitated each time you declined something so to make him feel a little better you picked up the least expensive, useful things you could find.

Koko picks up another bra looking proud of himself and you just politely shake your head turning your head to keep walking but his voice stops you.

“Stop being difficult and buy something damnit!”

You look shocked as Koko rolls his yes throwing the bra back on to the table. Trying to remain calm you whisper, “Koko it’s fine I don’t need anything else,” just as you lean on your tiptoes to peck him on the cheek but at the last minute he moves and dodges the kiss.

“I should have gotten a fucking sugar baby she would have appreciated all this shit going to waste, unappreciative brat.” You gasp as his words sharp as knives pierce your heart, you thought he actually cared for you but he just enjoyed not being alone.

“Then give these to your sugar baby along with my regards!” You shout throwing everything in his arms including ripping the gold necklace embedded with diamonds that spelled Koko off your neck and throwing it at him, including the rings and bracelets the man gave you.

You jog out of the store as Koko stands there baffled at what he said and for once you’re thankful the exit was near Victorias Secret.

Your luck continues as you see a taxi driver outside and you jump inside spitting out your address.

Five seconds later you regret your decision and instead tell the driver to take you to the nearest phone store.

#tokyo revengers kokonoi #kokonoi smut #kokonio angst #tokyo revengers x reader smut #tokyo revengers #kokonoi x you #kokonoi hajime

[beomglocks]

what soobin is like as a boyfriend

warnings & other: none i just love him but let’s be honest who doesn’t, this gets cheesy in some parts bc he just gives off stereotypical kdrama bf vibes but guys he’s the one

w/c: round to 1k

ok first off 

sorry if i rant soobin is my baby so ofc i think he’s the perfect boyfriend

he’s so

ugh

ok when you meet him he’s a shy boy

like really won’t wanna look you in the eye

ok like super fucking awkward

like painfully and you’re like “hahah ok that’s cute”

that only applies if you look intimidating tho

if you’re one of those people who’s blessed with not having resting bitch face he’ll be flirty

well you know..

he has his own methods of being flirty

he’s charming in his own way

probably does what yeonjun does but more subtle

stares

will stare at you

and when you make eye contact he smiles and rubs his lip with his finger DJSJSKDK PLZ

alternatively: looks away, purses his lips with a smile, ears get red, looks back up to you already looking at him then he waves

youre left like

“omg he’s so fucking cute”

ok but actually like he will reel you in without you even knowing

next thing you know you’re laughing at his lame ass jokes

god forbid you think he’s funny

“you think I’m funny? well we should date” :)

wait im pretty sure he said he doesnt go after someone unless he knows they like him back

tbh he’d probably wait until you make the first move

or wait until you show interest or else he’ll just hide his feelings

you have to bring him out of his shell

once you do...oh boy

100% never leaving you alone

always telling you how much he loves you

he’s the sweetest

teeth rotting sweet

i feel like he would slowly open up to you during the relationship

he’s not like automatically into it if that makes sense

shy to initiate things at first

such as kissing and touching

asks you if it’s ok first

we love consent

free samples kind of guy

dont take him to an ice cream shop or shops in general

he will devour the free samples

next thing you know you’re leaving with goat cheese and the newest ice cream flavour

he gives hopeless romantic vibes

would want to bake with you in the kitchen

and i know this sounds cliche but

flour fight

he’s cute with it at first

just rubs some flour on your nose then next thing you know

“we turned our dog white”

he’s a simple man

however

he probably spoils you

but not like expensive item type of spoiling he isn’t extravagant

god forbid the price range of any of the items he buys you exceeds his actual paycheck

cute gifts that you’ll actually use and cherish

i dont see many fights happening with him tbh

maybe if you question his leadership choices then i can see a fight happening

for example if you think he couldve handled a situation better in a certain way and you point that out to him he’ll get all defensive

“im the leader of my group dont tell me what you think is best for my group”

then you’re just like “well shit fuck you too i was just tryna help”

i can see him distancing himself after a fight if you’re also feeling a bit aggitated

doesn’t talk to you until it’s literally 2am and neither of you are sleeping bc yall always cuddle and you’re not cuddling him

:(

he’s always the first one to say sorry

my god he makes fun of you so much

not on a beomgyu level though

more of a “if you say something silly i will make you feel so dumb for the rest of the day” kind of clowning

wow jealousy

i feel like he’s not super jealous unless he feels threatened

everything was fine until the fire nation attacked

once he sees you getting a little too buddy buddy with someone else he’s like nah i gotta shut this shit down

he’s humble but once he’s jealous he’s all braggy to make himself seem above who ever was trying to get at you

“yeah i think we ALL-”

boy do you have to comfort this big baby

he’s sensitive :(

hold him and rub his head on his off days

tell him he’s the best boy and it doesnt matter what anyone else thinks screw them

he laughs like 

“shouldnt i be comforting you?” 

soooooooooo sappy

cliche asf boyfriend

buys you flowers

if he could he would be doing the whole radio outside your window thing (side note: yeonjun would too be he’s whipped asf)

college bf (we saw it coming)

see also: college bf who helps you in what he can and tells you to screw math bc you don’t need it anyways

shows up at your school or job after his practice

everyone loves him

everyone

you gotta be on guard 24/7

i wouldnt say you’d be insecure per se but soobin definietly lacks awareness when it comes to being flirted with

he recognizes others advances but laughs awkwardly, forgetting to tell the person he already has a partner

~cue mild argument~

at the end of it all he’s like “dont worry i only like you jeez”

if he’s working on a song he asks for your input

or rather how would you interpret a certain emotion that he isn’t able to convey

just to joke around, if he has to write a song about heartbreak but neither of you have been through that he’ll be like

“well there’s a first for everything :)”

soobin 100% takes the time to learn about your culture

he’s invested what can i say

introducing you to the other members isn’t THAT bad

but they definitely clown soobin

txt: “how come your partner is cooler than our own leader”

“maybe they should lead us instead” (joke)

soobin’s like fuck yall i can be cool :(

always send you cute selfies

with messages along the lines of

“i miss you :((((”

“bring ice cream on your way back!”

“be safe tho xxx”

he gives embarassing dad vibes

you can’t introduce him to your friends !

since he has you around he isn’t too shy and once he engages in conversation you better pack your bags

he’s trying to be funny (keyword: trying) but really it’s just your friends laughing to not make the hot idol bf not feel bad

you help him with his script for music bank

speaking of music bank

yes, yes, you are clowning him like the rest of txt and he comes home like

“not you too :(((((((”

hueningkai

my goodness hueningkai

yall tussle over soobin’s attention

sometimes it feels like youre sharing soobin with kai

you love them both but youre like “kai sweetie it’s cold and i wanna be the one to cuddle my bf so please”

speaking of cuddles 

best cuddles

ones where he’s wearing a really comfortable sweater that’s actually nice material and your face gets buried in his chest 

his limbs will be tangled in yours no doubt

but wow he’s so warm you almost never wanna let go

they don’t call him “home” for nothing

tall boy

makes fun of you if you’re shorter than him

yes he does tease you by placing items on higher-than-you-can-reach shelves

kick his shins he’ll give in

you: ”hows the weather up there”

him: “nice actually but you wouldnt know now would you :)”

tell him your problems, tell him anything

he will listen

and i mean let-you-ramble-for-hours kind of listen

but at the end of it his input is always valuable and he isn’t judgemental

he’s a good listener and gives good advice!!!

he’s not the leader for no reason put some damn trust in him!

#choi soobin #soobin #soobin imagines #fluff #soobin reactions #soobin drabbles #soobin drabble #soobin fluff #txt imagines #drabble #tomorrow x together imagines #txt headcanons #soobin headcanons #txt reactions #txt scenarios #soobin timestamps #soobin fic #soobin x reader

[wind0wg0blin]

Ok what about AP trying to court a super stubborn take no shit human? I feel like the clashing personalities would be hilarious

Assassin Predator x Reader 

Note: I like “dramatic” stuff so this kinda took on a mind of its own sorry. 

You were basically a prisoner in your own home. There was no way of over powering the massive alien and there was no chance of escape. After your third failed escape attempt you had been punished by being shit into your bed room only allowed out after a gratuitous apology and the promise to behave. 

All you have done since this day was plot your next move. If AP truly thought you were simply going to roll over and play the roll of his dear little human then the bastard had another thing coming. At least once a week he would have to leave to attend to alien buisness. This small opening was your only chance of getting away and finding help. 

Until then you would simply have to bide your time. Sitting around your house acting complacent and content. You smiled when he greeted you even going as far as to offer him a compliment which he of course did not return. As he turned to leave you couldnt help but think about how great it would be to see the look on his face when your plan went through. 

---

Three full days of waiting went by until finally, your opprotunity presented itself to you. AP had left early that morning thinking you would be fast asleep and only just waking up by the time he returned. Unfortunately for him you had been waking up earlier and earlier each morning in an attempt to match his own sleep scheduele so you wouldnt miss this chance. 

With the house empty you grabbed your bag from the back of the closet and made for the window of the guest bed room. It was the only window in the house that opened wide enough for you to slip out without hurting yourself. You would have simply exited through the door but you had found out from your previous escape attempts that the doors were monitered. Opening them would just alert AP to what you were attempting. 

Slipping from the ledge of the window. You land with a thump and a stumble as you right yourself. As soon as you have centered yourself, you take a deep breath before turning on heel and darting into the forest that surrounded your home. You knew that just through this forest there would be a small down hill slope before it hit the high way that would lead your straight into town and straight to safety. 

You knew you had about an hour before you would be found out and about three more before you were tracked down. This gave you four hours to reach the high way at a minimum. it was a busy area and attacking you in broad daylight would be impossible. 

---

You don’t know exactly how long you hand been walking but you genuinely feel like you should have reached the high way by now. The longer it took for you to leave the forest, the more anxious you became. Was it all okay and you were simply worrying? Did you take a wrong turn and were really heading deeper into the forest instead of out of it? Was AP already gaining on you? 

The more you stressed on these answerless questions the less you paid attention to the world around you as you slipped away into your own internal struggling. It was a distant howl that finally snapped you from your daze. 

You knew that howl. You helped take care of the creatures those howls came from once not long ago. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as you knew you had only minutes before they would be upon you. 

Looking around you searched for something to throw them off. Someway to hide yourself. Anything at all that might help you from what seemed inevitable. 

Ducking around a large rocky out crop, you found a hallowed out log ledge between the ledge of the outcrop and the ground. With a final look around you conclude that there was truly no better place as you dropped to your stomach and crawled inside the mossy log. 

The thick mildew stench of the rotting wood seemed to cover your own scent as you covered your mouth with both hands hoping to make yourself as quiet as humanly possible. 

Time seemed to crawl by when you finally heared the distant thunder of footsteps as the pack of hunting dogs seemed to charge straight past you and onwards through the forest. You shifted ever so slightly to see if you could catch a glimpse of the hounds vanishing into the distance when you heard the groan of wood before a loud splintering crack.

You could help but scream as the trunk you where hiding in was split in half showering you in dirt and splinters before you were hoisted from your now destroyed hiding spot and thrown over a large and all too familiar shoulder. 

“Yet again you prove that you can not be trusted.” AP commented his grip on your waist firm as he began the trek back towards the house. 

You screamed and swore and struggled the entire journey back to the house. You were so frustrated that you could feel yourself going red in the face from the stress of the entire situation. Why couldnt he just let you go what did you do wrong? Why did he have to target you? 

In a moment of blind emotion you let these questions come out just as you both stepped over the thresh hold of the house you’ve come to hate. 

“You idiot.” AP snarled tossing you down onto the sofa before coming to loom over you trapping you in place by his gaze alone. “I keep you here to keep you safe. I did not choose to care for you human and I will not have you pathetically off yourself and bring me any more pain than your normal existance does.” He snapped before seeming to catch himself. With a growl he stalked off into another room clearly having said more than he wanted to. 

You were left sitting there realing over the fact that this being that has held you prisoner in your own home for the last four months was not doing it out of malicious intent but because he cared about you and had no idea how to confront these emotions. 

Gritting your teeth you pulled a pillow to your chest and let out a muffled scream. Why did you both have to be so damned stubborn???

I didn’t beta read this just pretend there aren’t any blatantly obvious grammar issues

Also if you enjoyed please leave a like and reblog!!! <3 

#Yautja #Assassin predator #predator #predator x reader #yautja x reader #yautja imagines #stubborn!reader #reader insert #drabble #Anonymous

[lunnybunny12]

Sandor Clegane X reader (Rory)

MODERN AU

A/N: This is a modern AU based off of this headcanon. 

Word count: 2036

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, mentions of death

Master List

As an Infantry Soldier, Sandor served in the field, working to defend his country against any threats on the ground. He'd capture, destroy, and deter enemy forces, assist in reconnaissance, and help mobilize troops and weaponry to support the mission as the ground combat force. He'd seen good people get murdered, shot, hanged, killed. People with families to get back to and friends who would miss them. Sandor had neither, and yet he was allowed to return.

He took a large gulp of his drink and looked at his surroundings. Sandor had been to the bar many times before and the familiar hum of other patrons as they'd pull frothing glasses of beer to their lips was there like always. He heard the occasional clicks from the back where the pool-tables were placed. The smell of alcohol, snow and pine-scented air freshener drifted through the air as you dragged a damp rag across the bar.

"Oi Barkeep. Beer." Sandor called, fiddling some change from his pocket.

"Keys first, Dogface. Then you can drink," You retorted, not moving from your place at the bar. (Dogface- A nick-name for Infantrymen because they sleep in "Pup-tents" and hide in "dugouts")

Sandor sighed in annoyance and paused to look at you. It hadn't been the first time you had told him this, he never understood why but he knew full well that you weren't joking with him.

"Again?"

"Yes, again. now hand them over."

He begrudgingly did as he was told and slid the car keys across the bar, avoiding your outstretched hand completely. You snatched them away and placed them in your pocket, with a fake glare.

"Good boy. They'll be in the same place when you come to pick them up tomorrow." You said popping of the cap of a beer and sliding it towards him and going back to cleaning the bar.

"You're lucky you're one of the few people I can stand in this town" He grumbled.

"Oh I feel so honoured" you joked and rolled your eyes.

Since there were other customers to attend to you couldn't talk long, but it's not like he'd say much to you anyway. The community he had found himself in was quite tight-knit. Everyone knew everyone and it was tricky to not run into someone who had something to talk about. Sandor however was a very quiet individual who often kept to himself making him stand out to many of the residents.

As the night continued and other staff started their shifts, Sandor found himself looking at you from time to time. He watched you collect glasses, chat to customers, tell jokes and take orders. He found himself doing it allot recently and he didn't understand why. At some points, he had even begun te eavesdrop on your conversations since he had nothing better to do.

"Ah (y/n) hows Rory? Heard the lad had an accident" A customer asked as you took their order.

Sandor's ears pricked up. He'd never heard of a Rory before at least not from you, and from what he knew there wasn't a Rory in the village.

"Yeah, the silly thing fell down the stairs and hurt his leg. He's upstairs having a lie-down. he should be up and about in a few days though," You chuckled.

You had changed so much since he was dragged off to the army. You weren't a crazy teenager anymore but a grown woman, with a proper paying job and a life outside of work. Yet you were still the same when it came to your personality: humerus, silly, carefree, cheerful and stupid... my god were you stupid, you had to have been to be his friend.

"Right, consider me.. clocked out" You smiled to yourself and looked at Sandor.

"Why do you need to clock out? You own the bloody place." Sandor said.

"Yes, but its this new fangled technology thing that Mr Ray insisted I use, and you know what he's like. 'His town his rules.' Plus it helps me keep tabs on whos working."

"At least you understand half of the tripe you just said." Sandor joked taking another sip of his drink.

You rolled your eyes and patted his shoulder as you headed towards the door. "Goodnight everyone!" You yelled earning a cheer of goodnights.

Everything was different when Sandor went away. One day he was there and the next he wasn't, no warning, just a letter that said that he had been accepted into the army and to not expect him back for a long time, that was if he came back at all.

When he did eventually return he had also changed. His personality remained the same, as you expected but he had changed physically. He was taller, broader and stronger and his hair had been cut making his burn a more prominent feature.

If it was up to you, you would've stayed away from him but since yours was the only bar in town, he would come for a drink. Out of politeness you talked to him and sent the occasional harmless jab his way and in return he was civil. You were still angry that he hadn't said goodbye but you still cared, you must have done to take his keys.

It was misty that morning. All mornings were misty since the Autumn season rolled around. You loved Autumn. You loved the feeling of the wind rushing past your face and how the leaves crunched beneath your boots. Your favourite place to walk was at the park and since Rory had stopped limping around your apartment, you thought the park was a good idea.

Rory was a large thing. The hound was easily half your height when stood on all fours and towered above you when on his hind. In his youth, he would have been jet black and full of energy but as he aged, the fur around his snout and paws had dimmed to a light grey and he had mellowed out.

As you walked along the wet grass a sudden yelp bit through the air.

"Someone get their fucking dog!"

You immediately ran to the voice to see Sandor, on the ground with your dog licking his face.

"Rory! come here. You silly thing" you laughed as you latched the lead onto the dog's collar and pulled him away from Sandor.

The man looked awful. His hair was a mess and he was covered in dirt. The shirt he wore was the same as the day prior and he seemed half asleep.

"Were you sleeping in the bush?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine thanks for asking" Sandor huffed as he pulled himself off of the grass.

He was in a mood and in all honesty, you would be too if you were sleeping in a bush.

"What kind of dog is that? Looks like a living mop"

"He's a wolfhound and I can guarantee he's cleaner than you."

"Well, you try and stay clean when you've been sleeping in the park for 5 days," Sandor growled, dusting off some leaves from his pants.

"5 days?" you asked. "You've been sleeping here for 5 DAYS! What happened to your apartment?"

"No money to pay for an apartment."

"What about your job?"

"Why do you care?" Sandor asked, bending down to grab the blanket that was hidden in the shrubbery. He was about to walk away until you stood in front of him with a serious look.

"I care because we were friends once and I'll be dumbed if I let my friend sleep in the cold. So I will ask again... What about your job?"

The look Sandor gave you wasn't out of shock or surprise. It was a look of familiarity. A look of relaxed friendliness that you hadn't seen since before he left.

Sandor sighed and scratched his neck. " My job fired me a few weeks ago. Said that 'I have talents that could be useful elsewhere.'"

"They fired you without reason?"

"I stacked boxes (Y/n) and that's all I did."

"Load of cunts," you sighed. "Right you're coming home with me, you're gonna get a shower and we can talk about a job later."

"I didn't ask for your help."

"No, but you're getting it anyway. Follow me Dogface."

A month had passed since then and things once again changed.

You gave Sandor a job at the bar more suited to his skillset and became the security. The town was a tourist hotspot in the summer months and you would get the occasional rowdy bunch that you nor the rest of the residents liked to deal with. In the other months, Sandor would just hang around, help with any shipments that required heavy lifting and occasionally cover for a staff member. Since you couldn't have him sleeping in his car or in a bush you gave him the spare room in your apartment and when he could afford it he insisted on paying rent and wouldnt take no for an answer.

One day when Sandor came back from his shift, he was met with you, laying on the couch with Rory draped over you with his head on your chest. Rory had done this more than once and you thought it was adorable, whether it was to protect you or because he was cold you didn't know but it was adorable just the same.

"You look comfortable," Sandor said slipping off his shoes at the door.

"Oh, I am. Very much so. I was in the mood for cuddles and since you weren't here Rory stepped up" you joked, petting the sleeping dog.

At the corner of your eye, you saw Sandor's demeanour change. He straightened his posture and took a sharp breath in.

"You alright?

"I'm fine. move your legs." Sandor said sitting on the couch beside you as he leaned to grab the tv remote.

He had been doing that a lot. Whenever you joked about ding something a couple would do, he would shy away or close himself off and to be honest you were only half-joking. It why you were so upset when he left without a word of warning. You liked him but if he liked you was a different story.

"You jealous?" You asked

"Jealous?" Sandor chuffed. "Of Rory? Nah. You wouldn't go for an old dog like him"

"I like old dogs. They have more charm and personality than the younger ones." You answered as you ran your fingers through Rory's fur and kissed him on the head.

Sandor sighed and continued to look at the TV. He looked so handsome to you, he always did. Sure he was rough around the edges but its what drew you to him in the first place.

"I like you too, you know."

"What?" Sandor laughed and looked a you. He thought you were joking like you usually did but by the look on your face, you weren't.

By that point Rory had jumped off of the couch to get some water, allowing you to sit properly.

"I like you, Dogface."

"In what way?"

"In a romantic way... since before you left" a second of silence cut between you when you started laughing at yourself. Like a real laugh. "I don't know why I'm telling you this, it's not like you feel the same anyways."

"How do you know I don't like ya?"

"Look at me, Sandor. The only men in my life  are you, the customers and my dog, I'm not exactly a noble-born am I? Just a daft bar made"

You stood up and walked to the fridge to grab a few beers.

"I like a daft bar made. They're way more entertaining than the smart ones."

"Very funny" you said handing him a bottle and sitting back on the couch with a huff.

"I also like my bar made: brave, and strong, and funny. With... a nice dog and a home of her own. Look, I like you too. I like being around you. I...I like your face."

You laughed and shuffled closer to him and leant your head on his shoulder.

"Cute" you mumbled and leant up to kiss his cheek. " I like your face too"

#game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #sandor clegane x reader #sandor clegane #sandor clegane x you #sandor the hound clegane #sandor x reader #the hound x reader #the hound #sandor clegane deserves the world #house clegane

[bleepblopbloop56]

i wrote alvin and the chipmunks fanfic and now thats everyone elses problem

tw for like food insecurity 

There was a small pitter of claws against hardwood that was always filling the modest Seville household. The chipmunks had prided themselves on their human characteristics, wearing clothes, shoes, glasses, getting their haircut at normal barber shops and going to normal highschools, even if they had to sit on books and high chairs at restaurants and cafeteria tables. Despite this, they still took advantage of running on four paws whenever they had the chance, and twisted and skittered up surfaces like they did with the thinnest tree branches back in the woods. The railing of the stairway was covered in claw marks from the boys scaling it quickly when chasing each other, or the rare occasion Dave had attempted to bring in a dog or cat to watch for a friend. 

The sound of small footsteps was enough to wake simon. He had always been the lightest sleeper, spending years protecting his brothers in the woods without the advantage of sight had solidified this trait in him even long after the boys had moved into the suburbs and safety of daves house. The small door at the corner of their regular sized bedroom door was swinging lightly, as if someone had just left. Simon shoved on his glasses, sitting up and looking to see which of his brothers was up this time of night. Theadore was out like a light, obviously, his face being illuminated by the alarm clocks electronic lights on the nightstand beside him, his red numbers blinking at 3:00 am in his sleeping form. He turned to his second brother's bed and of course,Alvin's bed was empty, covers thrown to the side and pillow laying across the foot of the bed, as if he'd hastily tossed it out of his way. 

“Ugh, alvin..'' Simon groaned to himself, rubbing the fur in between his eyes in annoyance. Usually he'd leave him to go discover his mess in the morning and leave Dave to ground him for the rest of the week, but considering the door had just clicked closed it might not be too late to spare them both the trouble. He swung his legs off the side of the bed, carefully scampering across the floor on all four paws to avoid waking theodore. He slipped out the door and down the stairs, peeking his head slowly around the corner and into the kitchen. Alvin had crawled into the cabinets, filling his hoodie pockets with food and looking around, paranoid. Alvin had always loved that hoodie, it took going through 4 different fabrics before he found one he liked enough to let Dave sew into a hoodie. It wasn't only the color he was particular about, but the texture. Some of the hoodies before this one made his skin crawl just to touch it. Dave dismissed it as him just being picky, but Simon knew that his brother had always had an issue with textures and fabrics, however little they came in contact with in the wild. The mere act of shoving food into his precious hoodie was enough to make simon suspicious

 Simon ducked behind the wall before he could be caught, slowly peeking his head back when it was safe. Alvin hopped from the cabinets to the counter, then the chair, then back to the floor, running right past Simon and onto the stairs without even noticing his onlooker. 

“Um, alvin?” Simon spoke up, stopping Alvin in his tracks. He flinched hard, fur sticking up like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have. “What are you doing” 

Alvin turned slowly to his brother, standing up on his back feet and pinning his ears down nervously. He tried to smile casually and put his hands in his pockets, but that just pushed a sheeseball from his pocket and sent it tumbling down the stairs. He watched it with thinly disguised horror as it rolled away.

“Ohh.. hey si, what are you doing awake”

“I heard you leaving” a tired yawn priced itself out of Simon's mouth, a paw coming up to cover it. Alvin bit back the urge to yawn as well. 

“Oh yeah, just a little midnight snack, nothing to worry about there” Simon did not look convinced. He stared deadpanned at Alvin and he dropped his shoulders. Alvin's eyes met the floor nervously looking for another excuse simon would accept “its nothing, simon, really”

“If it's nothing why wont you tell me”

Alvin took a deep sigh, sitting down on the steps and pulling his knees into his chest. The food crunched a little uncomfortably in his pocket and Simon inwardly sighed at the mess he was making. Alvin twitched his nose a little, trying to hold back a few of the tears that were starting to pick at his eyes. Simon came and sat down on the step beside him.

“It's just…” he started, closing his eyes tight like he was expecting simon to shut him down before he even began “its been getting colder, lately, and i don't know i guess i just” 

“You've been hoarding food” Simon gasped out a little, finishing Alvin's sentence. He nodded roughly, a little scared to open his eyes. He wrapped his arms around his knees and hugged himself tight. “Alvin, you… we don't have to do that anymore, you know we're safe here”

“i , i know that, i do but its just.. Its dumb.”

“Its not”

“I know we're supposed to be like everyone else and we're supposed to be normal kids but.. When I feel it getting colder it's like.. My chest gets tighter? I get.. Antsy? I don't know how to describe it” he ran his claws through his fur, ruffling it and messing the patterning up. “It's like I need to make sure we all have enough food for the winter again.” 

“That's, that's okay Alvin, it's just instincts. Its kinda sweet”

“But it doesn't make any sense!” he tossed his head back angrily, raising his voice slightly but not enough to wake anyone. “I know Dave is here to protect us and feed us but “ a few tears slipped out of his eyes and into his fur, he rubbed them away so Simon couldn't see.

“Hey, hey, whoa” simon awkwardly reached a hand out to alvin's shoulder, and before he could process what was happening alvin had flung himself into his arms, hugging his brother tightly and burying himself into his shoulder, hands curling into simons pajama shirt, then uncurling from the uncomfortable fabric, tucking his paws into his sleeves before hugging him again. Simon never had a problem with it, but Alvin could pick out his favorite hoodie blindfolded. “It's okay, it's alright, do you.. Want me to go get dave?” 

Alvin shook his head violently, sniffing and trying to bite back his tears the best he could. He hated crying, it made him feel like a little kid when he constantly was attempting to be seen as the teen he is. His life constantly fluctuated from being smaller and weaker and more sensitive than the other kids at school, sometimes purely because he wasn't the same species, to being this adult others looked at with awe when he was touring or on stage or at interviews. He didn't know what he was allowed to be and what not. He hated the lights and noise of the stage but they were nothing compared to the fluorescents and just-almost-silence of the classroom. 

“He wouldnt understand,” Alvin mumbled, whipping his own tears into his shoulder as Simon slowly attempted to hug back. He was never great with feelings or comforting, that was Theodore's department, but Theodore was asleep right now and as much as Simon hated to admit it Alvin was right. Dave wouldnt understand because Dave was both human and had never experienced food insecurity before. Simon racked his brain for ways to help, eventually pulling back and holding Alvin by the shoulders as he calmed down.

“I think I have an idea, but for now you need to try and get some rest, okay?” Alvin nodded at him, letting Simon drag him upstairs and into their bedroom as quietly as possible. Alvin shoved the food in his pockets under his bed with the rest of his stash, and Simon bit his tongue about complaining about ants. That was a mess for future simon to deal with, and right now he was too tired to think about it.

In the morning, simon helped Alvin clean out one of his bedside drawers, and they reached an agreement of being able to store packaged food in their for whenever he gets anxious, and had both instructed Theodore about the importance of leaving it alone.

“I-i know what you mean alvin” he had said sheepishly, kicking on his own sneakers as they got ready for school “when we were in the forest i never knew where our next meal would be, so when i had food i just ate it. I never really got out of that I guess” theodore struggled with his laces, anxiously pulling them until they were knotted, then unknotting them to try again.

“I'm surprised this hasn't come up before '' Simon brushed a small barbie doll comb through his hair as he spoke. “Considering we've been out of that particular living situation for some time now” 

“Yeah, well” alvin spoke up, nervously scratching at that spot behind his ear he never could scratch enough “it's embarrassing”

“I don't think so at all” simon reassured, pulling his backpack off the chair and hopping out the door “come on, were gonna be late” 

#alvin and the chipmunks #aatc #alvin seville #simon seville #no one say a goddamn thing alright everyone just get up and move on just move on okay #god made me have an alvin and the chipmunks hyperfixation and thats been my curse for months #i actually kinda wanna write more and its pissing me off #and i wanna write gay headcannons and nurodivergent headcannons #i wanna DRAW them??????? #god im livid

[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| Thottery

Summary: your doing pottery

Warnings: i guess sexual tension? AND YOUR A WITCHHH- AND A PLANT MOMMY- AND SOULMATES

A/n: its all i could think of when i saw tom in that tank top- and

It was another day in the shop, silence filling the room as you walked around to see the stuff you and tom made, the small store cozy, mostly green and beige everywhere to get a warm mood going.

The room smelled like roses, an incense in your hand as you took your time, slightly bobbing your head to nirvana in the background.

The bell rung letting you know someone was here, you poked your head from the shelves and looked at the door, seeing tom struggle with donuts in his dominant hand while the coffee stood in the other.

“Youre late!” You smiled and he groaned, thanking you when you made your way over to grab the donuts. “Im not late- your just early” he said, watching as you took a donut out and bit into it.

You and tom shared the shop, yes he had dreams of going to be a actor but he wasnt gonna ditch you. Youve both been best friends since he accidentally tripped you and made you cry in 5th grade, which he begged to do your homework as an apology. But there was always a tension when you both grew up, he sent you letters, well check up letters, if you need help on your homework letters, sometimes a hershy bar glued to it.

You told him your okay all the time and to stop wasting time on you, telling him to go feed his dog or clean his room because you knew he always forgot. You sent letters back too, you both didnt call each other because you liked the old ways and he admires that, he liked that you rode on your skateboard just to see him and ask him hows hes doing, he just felt like you are heaven sent.

“Righttt, well i got some crystals” you smiled at him, setting the donuts on the small white table before grabbing the box of crystals. “Y/n you know i dont like that witch stuff!” He glared at you and placed the coffee down next to the donuts.

“But tommy!” You smacked your lips, bending your knees repeatedly like a child. “They’re so beautiful and they mean something! I even got candles and cardsssss!”

He gave you a blank stare, before looking away “fine” “thank youuuu!” You walked over and he sat in his stool infront of the turntable, you made your way over and set the box in his lap, getting on your knees and opening the box.

“Swear that you wont curse me or this has no bad juju” “i just have to clean them first-“ “Y/N!” He groaned “whatttt!” You poked his leg, “stop being mean to me!”

“Im not being mean to you!” He looked down at you, you let out a hmph and got up, snatching the box before taking it into the backroom where your shared stuff went.

“Im sorry y/n!” He said, looking in the direction of the back room but sighed when he didn’t get an answer, instead of saying something again he got up to go back there, seemed like you went to the bathroom because you disappeared. He grabbed a bucket and filled it with water, then he grabbed a thing of clay that was wrapped in saran wrap to keep it fresh and went back to his turn table.

He set the stuff down, putting his foot on to buttom and watching the small circle turn before lifting his white shirt, revealing his abs right before his black tank top came down.

He heard the box of donuts opening which left a smile on his face, quietly walking over and sneaking behind the shelf before throwint his shirt at you, leaving a groan before you looked back at him, shooting him a glare.

“Can you hold that for me?” “You couldve kept it in the back smarty pants” “i guess i didnt want to this time” he shrugged with a smrik, walking off “your shirt stinks!” You lied, making him laugh and shake his head before sitting down and getting to work.

You looked through google trying to find more research about the crystals before tom called you for help. “Y/nnnnn!” “Yes thomas?” You asked, still looking at your phone.

“I need your helppp!” He said, looking down at the awkward clay bowl, a few lumps here and there in it. “Coming!” You stood and made your way over, wheb you peeked your head out you saw him trying to fix it.

His hair fluffy so his curles hanged over his head, his fingers painted with clay as he gently rubbed the bowl trying to flatten it out.

“What happened?” You asked and he sighed, shrugging “it just isnt working” “it’s probably like that because you didnt put on your lucky apron” you chuckled, grabbbing the both yours and his aprons next to the large green plant.

A loud groan left his lips as his shoulders slumped and rested his eblow on his knee, setting his cheek on his knuckles as he looked at you walking over. “Dont bring any bad spirits in here tom”

“Hey! Im not trying to!” He playfully rolled his eyes, you handed him his apron, small spidermans on it while yours had my little ponys.

“Alrightttt” you muttered, telling him to move his hand, when he did you sat on the leg nearest to you and he instantly wrapped his hand around your waist, watching as you dipped your hands in the water. “Its your turn to wash the aprons” you muttered, he let out a hum and a small laugh before you stepped on the button, letting the water drip from your hands and onto the clay.

“Can you make a heart in the middle?” He whispered, rubbing your side as he watched your hands work. “Whos it for?” You laughed and he shrugged “you” “me?” Your eyebrows furrowed and he squeezed your waist tight “yeah, why not?”

“Uh- i dont know?” You shrugged a bit, stuttering. Trying your hardest to focus but you messed up, a sigh leaving both of your lips as you had to restart.

You put the clay back in a glob, putting your hands around making it tall, a cough left toms lips as he looked away, while you tried your hardest not to laugh. “Y/n fix it” he asked. “I dont know...i kinda like it like this” you said, placing a hand on his knee.

“It looks like a penis” and with that you laughed “no seriously fix itttt!” “Okay okay, only if you let me do a reading on you”

“Y/n i dont like witchery” “but you like harry potter?” “I-its different” “fineee, i only wanted to know what your love life is looking like” you muttered and toms ears perked up. “You can find that out?” “Yeah, but you dont want to soooo-“

“Okay okay! Just fix please!” He lifted the knee that you were sitting on and rubbed your side letting you know he was ready. You chuckled and got to work.

About 5 minutes later you asked for toms hands, he gave them to you willingly and you sat all the way in his lap, tugging his hands forward his head was right in your neck, heavy breathing on your neck as you could help but get a little goosebumps on your neck.

You rocked his hands back and forth “mhm, just like that” you muttered “yeah like this?” He teased, “no your fucking up”. “Fuck off” you both laughed, you let his hands go and let him do it on his own.

“Are you ready for the reading?” You asked, tom sitting infront of you nervously and shirtless, both of your hands clean and creation drying in the back.

“I think so” he shrugged, you lit the sage “this is a cleaner okay, calm down. This is to save me and you from getting possessed”

His jaw dropped as he got up, a loud laugh leaving your lips before you told him your kidding. “Dont play like that y/n!”

You set the crystals out, on the end of the both of your ends of the table. “Y/n we arent transporting to another dimension, right?” He asked, looking at the sage and how professional it looks. “Noo we arent, you want the love reading or not”

“Im gonna shut up” he said and you agreed, telling him it would save the whole world. You shuffled the deck before knocking on it, his eyebrows furrowed as he let out that the sage stinks which made you shoot daggers.

“Alright tom” you let out a deep sigh, looking at the card infront of you. He looked at you confused, then looked at the cards.

“The Fool, High priestess, The Lovers, and death reversed” you looked up at him and lifted your eyebrows “are you resisting something?”

He shrugged “what could I possibly be resisting?”

“Im seeing soulmates, mystery and innocence. Maybe uhhhh something from childhood, someone from childhood”

He felt a cold chill, but made it stay hidden.

“Young, im getting young, you’ve probably walked by your soulmate already, had some type of chatting with them, gotten close to them, maybe some type of physical touch?” You mostly talked to yourself, tapping The Fool card before grabbing the deck, two cards flipping out and landing on tom. You reached over and grabbed them, “The World Reversed and The Star, tom you are holding something back and your spirits are giving you hope, they are hoping you are gonna speak up because you are disappointing them”

“Well im not holding anything back!” He said, panicked. “Do you think or feel like youve passed your soulmate?” You asked, he hesitatingly nodded his head. “That you have touched them?” He nodded again, a large smile on your face.

“Im so excited for youuu!” You danced in your chair, tom grinned a bit, “uhm with these card i feel like they ARE spiritual. Thomas” you glared at him. “And lets check the bottom of the deck”

You looked at the bottom and saw “temperance, i getting that after you do this, weight will be lifted off of your shoulders”

“Uhh okay” he awkwardly smiled, shifting in his seat. You looked at all the cards “lets get into looks”

“Im seeing a lot off y/s/c (your skin color), they might have y/e/c, i see they have a bright smile, y/h/c”

“Y/n?” He asked. You looked up at him and furrowed your eyebrows “why does that describe you?” “Describe me...?” You took it all in, going back and furrowing your eyebrows as you thought about what you said.

“Are you my soulmate?” He asked. “How am I supposed to know that? And uh, soulmates doesnt always mean that we like each other, were just connect platonically” “but what if we arent.......platonic soulmates?” He asked, looking at you.

“Why wouldnt we?” You did a panicked laugh. “I dont know” “do you think we are soulmates?” You asked, putting the cards down. “I mean, we get along really well” he looked away from you, you bit your lip.

“So we are soulmates,” “i guess yeah” he shrugged “platonic soulmates-“ “i-i dont think so” he looked at you, “tom what-“ “i dont wanna be platonic soulmates y/n”

Your eyebrows furrowed “do you like me?” You laughed, and he nodded, “i uh always have” he played with his fingers and looked down at his bare chest. “Why did you tell me sooner?”

“Huh?” He looked up at you. “You were obviously stressing for no reason-“ “do you like me too?”

“Yes” you shrugged, you had to. You noticed your love for him when he sent you your fith letter.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚/𝒏,

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆-𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒈. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒊 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚.

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚.

“And you didnt say anything?” “Well i wasnt into spirits and shit like that when i was 15!” You said to him. “So we love each other. Like not platonically but like” he put his first fingers together. “To fast!” You said, and he laughed standing up and leaning over the table and you did the same, his hand came up to your cheek as yours went to the nape of his neck to play with the hairs, he gently pressed his lips on yours, you giggled against his lips and kissed back.

When you both pulled away you pressed your foreheads together, both laughing and pressing each others lips together again “im like 95 percent sure our spirit guides are high fiving each other right now” you muttered. “Yeah?” He asked, kissing the side of your lips. “Yeah” “mhm” “are they like watching us right now?”

“I dont wanna freak you out” you bit his bottom lip tugging it. “You wont freak me out i promise” “nahhhh”

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