#get tf out of here with that shit. follow through or shut the fuck up. bitch

[seventh-district]

don’tcha just love it when someone says some bullshit that immediately has u regretting every single nice thing you ever said abt them

#Seven.txt #Seven’s Public Diary #cw vent #this isn’t. about anyone here so if ur seeing this don’t worry #i’m just. dealing with irl bullshit. as usual #i hate it when people make empty threats #fastest way to lose every last ounce of my respect #get tf out of here with that shit. follow through or shut the fuck up. bitch #that manipulation type bullshit doesn’t fucking work on me anymore. i am immune to it after all these years #if you’re gonna hurt me then hurt me if you’re gonna leave then fucking leave #sigh. okay. enough venting. i’ve got shit to do today #and while i’m here. today’s Weather Report is uhhhh let’s see… Manipulation by Beartooth #that song means so much to me #so cathartic

[sage-green-matcha]

JEALOUS GIRL - ETHAN LANDRY 🔪

”if I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can” - Lana Del Rey

Content includes: killing, obsession, manipulation, y/n being a psychopath!!!

A/n: Ethan you dumb ass 😭

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"Hey, do you think I could get your number?" You stared at the brunette that went up to Ethan, jaw clenched as you watched him type his number into her phone. Poor baby, he was getting sucked into all these sluts lives. "Y/n...you okay?" Mindy waved her hand in front of your face, noticing your empty stare. "I'm fine" You smiled at her, turning your attention back to Ethan.

He looked so cute today, a blue collared shirt, his classic hoodie over top. His hair looked extra good, all his curls perfectly placed. You just wanted to run your hands through his hair, holding him tightly as you cuddled. You had imagined the scenario thousands of times. Unfortunately for you, it would never happen.

You remember that night like it was yesterday. He had stood you up, his messages getting dryer and dryer. It was till finally, he told you straight up. He only saw you as a friend.

You were mad at him, but only for a little bit. He was too cute to be mad at. So you continued to follow him around, making sure that he saw you at least once per day. You wanted to stick into his mind like gum on shoes. He wasn't smart enough to see that he was the perfect one for you. And you couldn't blame him for that, maybe he just needed a little push…or shove.

You slipped on the mask, knife in hand as you stood in the bathroom. Because of how smart you are, you were able to find the girl's name and address with a quick insta search. You stood in her bathroom, waiting for her to come home from her date with your boyfriend at any second.

You felt a vibration coming from your jean pocket, taking out the phone to be met with a notification from Ethan.

The sharp 7 GC!! 🔪

Mindy: who tf named the gc?

Chad: it was me ;-;

Mindy: very funny ha ha

Ethan: You all remember the girl from this morning? Well, she kissed me...

Chad: HEYYY MY MAN

Tara: She kissed you? I find that hard to believe

Mindy: that's disgusting

Ethan: I'm calling her in a bit, I'll give updates

Sam: we don't want any of your updates keep that to yourself

Mindy: I agree 🤮

Anika: awww! Go Ethan!!

You heard the door open, putting your phone away before listening through the door. "I had fun with your tonight" You could practically hear her smile in her voice. Your body filled with anger, what a slut. Rubbing herself all over your poor, innocent Ethan.

"I did too, you looked so gorgeous" What a joke, he had said that to you first. You rolled your eyes, scrolling on your phone as their conversation carried on. You eventually got bored, waiting about 20 minutes in the bathroom.

You decided to switch up the plan a bit, since she wasn't gonna come into the bathroom anytime soon. You walked out, her focus still on her phone. She was on the couch, her phone propped up on a candle on top of the table.

You waved the knife around behind her, Ethan's eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, behind you...what is that?" She turned, sadly for her you had good aim. Slashing her throat with one quick motion. "What the fuck?" She screamed, shutting her up with the knife repeatedly being stabbed down her throat.

You waved at Ethan, kicking the table so the phone would fall, you didn't wanna traumatize your baby too much.

The next day you made sure to be extra sweet to Ethan, putting on your favorite daily act. "I couldn't even imagine seeing that, I'm so sorry that's fucking brutal" You fake shivered, his hands over his face. "You guys do know what this means right? There's a new ghost face in town!" Mindy yelled.

"Here we are again" Tara sighed, Chad nodding along with her. Luckily for them, you didn't give a shit about the Woodsboro deaths, and you didn't have anything to do with them.

This was purely for your enjoyment. And you wouldn't stop until Ethan realized that you were the one just for him. You continued to brutally stab any bitch that talked to him, even looked at him. He was for your eyes only.

"I'm sorry that this keeps happening to you, the right one will come. I know it" Your hands ran through his hair, rubbing his back in a comforting manner. "I don't want him to kill you too" "Don't worry E, I'll be fine. You know I know how to take care of myself" he smiled up at you, satisfaction filling every vein in your body.

One last time, you were only gonna kill one last time. You had gone even more Insane, your hobby growing as weeks went by. You already had 4 victims, and 5 is the perfect number.

Ethan had already caught onto what was happening. Any girl he talked to, hung out with. They were gone just like that. He wondered why nothing was happening to you.

"I know you're ghost face, Y/n" "What?" You got all dressed up just for him, the black dress hugging your figure perfectly. "You're really gonna talk about this now? Here? And you think I'm the one killing all these girls?" He nodded. "Why hasn't anything happened to you? I talk to you every day"

"Well, I don't know why you're asking me that...you know I would never harm anyone" You felt your blood bubble up with excitement, the rush you felt was like no other. He was finally paying attention to you, even if it wasn't in the exact way you wanted.

"Can we please drop this? Or talk about it somewhere else? You make me seem like I'm crazy or something..." he let out a sigh. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry...I've just been having a hard time lately...I shouldn't just be accusing you like that"

You finished up dinner, taking him back to your apartment. “I’m sorry for what happened at the restaurant, I’ve just been alert and it makes the most sense, I’m sorry” you smiled, your stomach filling with butterflies. “It’s okay, I know you’re going through a lot” Your sweet voice manipulated his brain, making him feel safe.

You had so much power over him. He was so vulnerable, you found it so cute. “Thanks…” he looked down at you, taking your chin into his hands. “Of course, you’re safe with me”

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[brighttears]

Wise Fools

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description, no use of y/n, readers has female sex organs

Summary: you tell Joel you love him, he doesn’t react how you think, but he also doesn’t react how he wishes he had. he sorts himself out and comes back to fix things. 

Word count: 5k

Warnings: mutual pining, drinking to get drunk, SMUT (minors DNI), cunnilingus, fingering, male masturbation, mentions of PiV sex, pet names (darling, sweetheart, beautiful girl),

A/n: not super proud of this tbh but i just felt pressured to post it like i just wanted to get it tf out eeeeee. barely proofread the smut not my fave thing to write but i know it's what the ppl want 😪

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“…I just feel like I need to tell you, I never want to be without you… and… I love you, Joel.”

You watch his lashes because he won't meet your eyes, then brush a finger over his cheek to softly hook under his chin, but just as he lets you raise it, he shifts out of your grasp and stands. 

You watch him walk away, smoothing his hand over the back of his neck, facing the dark front window in his living room, the only sound being his foot scuffing to a stop.

The air shifts. You can tell that he’s not going to say anything, and are suddenly hit with the realization that you are a fool. You fooled yourself into believing that you have some kind of control over this game, some kind of special insight or providence. You feel beat. 

He stands with his back mostly to you, his arms crossed, staring at the floor. His jaw flexes. 

A ball of lead falls from your head down through your heart to land in your stomach and your skin prickles; it’s a freezing cold feeling but you’re hot with embarrassment at the same time. Those first few times you saw him, you remember how irrefutable you saw your goal to be; like you were already his, you thought he was already yours. 

This whole time, it was just you. Your heart begins to race. 

“I’m gonna go.” You get up, pause for half a second, thinking he might try to stop you, but he doesn’t. He still won't even look at you. You feel sick. “Have a good night.” You manage as you slip out. 

—

“Fuck.” Joel stays standing after you leave, pulling fists of his hair up until it hurts. Squeezing his eyes shut, he whispers through gritted teeth, “God damn it.” Part of him is screaming to go after you but his body won’t obey, and his mind twists, curls and knots around itself. The one thing he knows for sure is that he fucked up. He feels small and stupid. And he wants his brother. 

Joel counts to fifty before leaving his house. Outside, he wants to call out his brother's name, he wants to run to him like a child, he wants him here now. Clenching his jaw, he keeps his mouth shut, and repeatedly swallows down thick threats underneath cries. Finally, he makes it to Tommy’s front door and raps on it, waits, raps again. He combs his hand through his hair, then drags it down his face, clears his throat, and sniffs hard. 

Tommy opens the door looking a little groggy, but his eyes snap wide open upon seeing his brother so undone. Once processed, he urges him, “Shit. Come on, come in, sit down, I'll get ya’a drink.”

Suddenly very insecure, Joel whispers, “Well I don’t wanna disturb Maria, I guess I sh—” 

“Nah, nah, nah,” Tommy shakes his head, “she’s asleep, but she’s a hard sleeper. As long as we’re not screamin’. Js’ come on.” He motions his arm inside and Joel finally follows. “Sit down,” he tells him over his shoulder on his way to the kitchen, and comes back out with two thick, clear plastic cups, and a large clear glass bottle holding an easily recognizable rust colored drink. He pours without a word, sits down, and looks at his brother, “Go, on, then. What happ’nd?”

Joel takes his cup, staring into it as he begins, “I fucked up, Tommy. I fucked up real bad.” He sips and keeps his eyes in the cup as he continues, “She told me she loves me. An’ I didn’t say a fuckin’ thing. Did’n even look at her.” He takes a long sip and grimaces, “So she left. Cause I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Aw, don’t say that,”

Joel shakes his head, “I am. I am. I’m a fuckin’ coward is what I am. I love ‘er, you know that?” He finally looks up to Tommy.

“Yeah, I kinda guessed.”

“N’ it’s like this whole time I’ve been waitin’ for that, for, I don’t even know what the fuck, to know if–if she loves me I guess, an’ she does, an’ I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I js’ froze. I froze bad. I love her, I do, I do… Fuck me. Look what I just did to ‘er.” He sloppily gulps what’s left in his glass as he finishes his sentence, then says immediately, “Pour me another one.”

“You tryna get shitfaced?” Tommy inquires, visibly concerned. 

“Wouldn’you?” 

Tommy bites the inside of his cheek, then uncaps the glass bottle and pours. “Fair ‘nough.”

“Mm.” Joel watches him pour, then raises his glass, “To bein’ a fuckin’ idiot.” and throws the liquor back. Tommy follows suit, for his brother's sake. 

—

You stumble the short way to your house, almost falling, and curse yourself for being so weak as to be physically hindered by nothing but a broken heart; nothing you haven’t felt before… this time feels different, though. 

Once inside your house, you sniffle, cough, and walk straight into the kitchen, dragging a chair behind you to set in front of the refrigerator. You climb it to retrieve the one bottle of alcohol you keep in your house: a bottle of wine, old as shit, found on the road. You don’t bother with a glass nor do you pull the chair back to the table, simply collapsing in it there and take out your pocket knife to work at the cork. 

How the wine tastes isn’t something you pay any mind to, though it’s possibly one that you should savor, being that it’s aged and all that. Within a few minutes, half of the bottle is gone, set on the counter next to your chair, where you sit, legs spread, elbows on your knees, nails on your scalp.

You told him you love him, you said the L word, you broke your rule, made many broken hearts ago, to not fucking do that. Why did you think, really believe, that this time was different? What a fucking fool. 

Sitting up straight, you breathe deeply, grab the bottle, and then guzzle another cup out. 

Should you just leave Jackson? Run away? It’d be best for the both of you, you think. Where would you go?

Suddenly, the question hits you: what's the point of going on if you have nobody?

You are well acquainted with this feeling of brokenheartedness and deep lonesomeness. However, you’ve never experienced it in a house like this, warm, unarmed, drunk. Well what's the point of staying in Jackson if all you’re going to do is… what, this? Go to the fucking movies? And avoid Joel. No way would Tommy talk to you. Maybe not Ellie, either. You couldn’t blame either of them. He’s theirs, they’re his, all running with loyalty in their blood. Not you, though. You are an outsider. 

Don't you dare allow the simple thought of what's the point? That is not allowed. For all the people you’ve known that have died, who held on with everything they could to the last fucking second, you can’t give it up. Even if it all just means pain, fear, and loneliness. 

At least if you’re alone all you need to fear for is yourself. Definitely not over some silly man, of all things. Some silly man, who you love like you’ve never loved before, who couldn’t bear the thought of that, so much so that he had to pretend like he hadn’t heard it, that you weren’t even there. 

“Jesus Christ.” You slur, standing, holding the bottle, and take a few empty steps into the empty living room. The couch bounces back with you when you plop down on it. Your eyes fall closed. Without opening them, you set the wine bottle on the coffee table and stretch out on the couch.

Clips and images of Joel run over your eyes and you’re drunk enough to enjoy them. You reflect on the first time you saw him, how unbelievably beautiful he was, and how funny he looked, like a lost little kid walking down the street, and then the first time you met, when Tommy called out his name while you talked with him leaned against opposite polls under the awning of a shop. Something about the cool light tones of the winter contrast ridiculously well with him and you were near starstruck. Immediately, you knew It was him. Then you started seeing him around more, you worked on a couple projects together in town, did patrols, met up on each other's porches, talked just to talk. You could talk for hours, nonstop, always something more to add. The kind of immediate connection you had is one you can’t remember the last time you had with anyone. By the end of winter, you were thick as thieves. 

And you had misread all of it, and ruined it. 

You jolt up. Then decide to move upstairs to bed, for some comfort at least. It works like a charm and you’re out cold within minutes of snuggling in under the covers. 

—

Tommy convinces Joel to quit drinking before he can’t walk anymore, which he decides is fair. Drinking isn’t helping anyway. It’s an extremely refreshing walk home. He isn’t unable to walk upstairs to his room, but he simply can’t be bothered, and he doesn’t want his creaking stomps to wake Ellie, so he flops on the couch, boots and all. 

In his drunken state, Joel squeezes his eyes shut and wills time to go back, so that when he wakes up, it’s yesterday morning, and he can do that all again, and do it right. In his head, he works out exactly what he’d say as something to convince time that it’s gonna go backwards for him. 

From the moment I saw you, I swear to god I knew it. You were different. And ever since then you’ve only proven me right. I just adore everything about you. Now that you're in my life I can't imagine life without you because I don't want to. I want forever with you. 

I have a hard time with love, I can't remember the last time I told someone I love them. Out loud, at least. I hope I've shown you I love you. But you need to hear me say it. I love you, I love you, I love you. I'll tell you every day. Every night, every morning, I'll tell you I love you.

Loving you feels like freedom, it’s like finally being able to fill my lungs all the way up with air. And it comes so naturally, feeling this way, and trying to show you. I can learn to say it. I'll learn to say it for you. Because I need you to know. 

I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm scared to death, of all of it, of being in love in the first place. Scared to death. But it’s not going anywhere, and I never know when I'm gonna die, and I don't see the point in trying to push all this down because I don't know how long I have left to really, actually live, and loving is what makes living worth it. Love is the whole point. And I'll show you, I'll do everything I can to show you til the day I die, but if you tell me you love me I'll tell you back. So I'm telling you back. I love you. 

Joel mouths the words ‘I love you’, trying to get a feel for them again, and falls asleep with them still in his mouth. 

—

It takes you a long time to get out of bed once you wake, between the headache and the heartache and fear of facing the day. 

Why go to breakfast? You probably won’t be able to keep it down anyway. Water sounds fantastic, though. So, finally, you drag yourself out of bed, keeping the blankets as a cloak, having apparently stripped completely nude at some point in the night. 

Water was indeed a great idea. You feel it running through your brain, cooling and clearing. It doesn’t help anything else, though; last night still happened, your relationships are still ruined. Do you have anything going on today? Any reason you have to leave the house? No. Well, then, you won’t. Staying in bed all day sounds too depressing, so you go back to your room to slip on your biggest tshirt and your most comfortable pair of underwear. Your wrap your blankets back around yourself and they drag behind you down the stairs. With your trial, you feel like you must look like a slug.

To the couch it is. The bottle of wine from last night still sits on the coffee table. Day drinking crosses your mind, but it didn’t make anything better last night, so fuck that. You push the table away with your foot and slouch down as far as you comfortably can. You miss TV. 

—

When Joel wakes up, there is a short pause before the grim memories of last night come back to him and he draws out a swear as he wipes his hand over his eyes, forces them to open and then himself to sit. The light of the windows in front of him stings his eyes and he stands up to turn away, his knees struggling hard, and rubs his pained neck. He is too old to be sleeping on couches like this. That’s fine, he deserves pain anyway. 

The idea of going after you runs around in his head, hitting and spinning every other thought, and once again he’s lost. After a couple minutes of trying to figure something out, he thinks fuck it and heads for the front door. 

It’s warm, wet, cloudy, and a short walk to your house, not allowing Joel enough time to give in to cold feet. He makes it up to your porch but gets stuck there at your front door.

What is he scared of? He knows you love him, he just needs to tell you he loves you too, and apologize, maybe on his knees.

The image of him being on his knees in front of you brings a new idea in his head—his hands on your thighs, your hands in his hair; he wonders how you sound when you moan, how you taste, how long it’d take him to make you cum. Joel tries to shake the thoughts out, taking a deep breath. That is not the task at hand. However, a new realization re-electrifies the ideas, which he’s had many times before, but now… if you love him… that means he might be able to actually find all that out.

This is not the time for that, Joel scolds himself. 

He takes a deep breath. Shit, he forgot to figure out something to say. What was all that he had last night? All he remembers is how to say ‘I love you’. Shit. Joel takes another deep breath and starts practicing it again, barely audibly telling your front door ‘I love you’ over and over again. 

In his focus, he does not notice any kind of sound or movement inside your house until the door opens. 

—

Standing in front of you on your porch, Joel looks disoriented. You don’t know what tone to use to ask what he’s doing here so you say nothing. 

“Can I come in?” He finally speaks. 

You unthinkingly nod and stand aside to open the door for him. 

Once shut, you turn to him and nervously pull at the hem of your shirt. You felt too stupid with those blankets on, so you abandoned them on the couch, but you probably should have put on more clothes before you opened the door. Should you excuse yourself, go upstairs to change, leave him down here?

Suddenly, you realize that things between you are awkward now, and it makes you want to cry. 

“Alright.” Joel starts just in time, facing you with his hands on his hips. He still can’t meet your eyes. Is he here to scold you? Say ‘how dare you’? ‘You ruined everything’? ‘I’m leaving’? ‘You should leave’? Instead, he shocks you by saying “I’m sorry.” Then he slowly works his brow up to peer at you. You huff, flustered. He looks back down. 

“Why?” You let out, small, and his eyes shoot back up to you. He raises his head up fully, looking at you square, and swallows hard.

There’s a pause. Neither of you look away. 

“Last night. I fucked that up.” His voice is deep and uneven. Joel’s shoulders move with a deep breath, “Listen. I… shit.” He looks down, taps his toe on the floor. You cross your arms protectively over your chest. “I fucked that up. I’m sorry. That wasn’t… that didn’t… express what I wanted to… what I feel. I just get scared, y’know?” He looks at you, then back down. “I mean, you do know. But I, I realized that it doesn’t matter. That’s all bullshit. Cause here you are, and here I am, and… Jesus.” He shakes his head, then talks like he’s unleashing it, finally meeting your eyes, and you can see the earnestness in them, “Listen. I feel like I was always just waiting for you, I just didn't know it.” Joel’s gaze falters again. Then his voice is deeper, softer, quieter, and more melodic, “I dream about you. When I’m asleep and when I’m awake, an’ I think you’re the most beautiful thing. You’re js’ special. An’ I feel lucky that I met you, and I adore you. Everythin’ about you. An’ I don’t care what they say about sayin’ shit like this, cause you are perfect. An’ I gotta thank you for sayin’ somethin’ first cause I’m a fuckin’ coward, an’ I’m just sorry it took so long. You deserve more, you deserve to know every day. I know I… I just… even if it’s not… like that, I hope I show you how much I care about you.” Eyes focused firmly on the floor, Joel scuffs the toe of his boot. “I’d do anythin’ for you. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll go wherever you go, an’ I’ll get my shit together so I can tell you, every morning, every night, every time you tell me, that I love you. I love you.” Joel swallows hard and keeps his head down. 

Chills run up and down you. Why do you feel like crying? He looks so sad and shy and you want to hold him up, raise his chin, straighten his posture to how it should be, head held high; you want him lying in bed like this so you can make him feel better with your mouth and your hands; you want to just hug him, feel him holding you, so warm, so protected, you want to be engulfed in him. You’re too far away. So you take two quiet steps towards him, stop, and then take one more. Two more steps and you’d be on him. He’s watching your bare feet as you approach. 

Your voice is quiet and delicate when you ask, “So you love me?” and he finally looks up, slowly examining your body from the feet up and finally to your eyes. 

“Yes.”

There's a pause, you take another half step, and ask, “Can you kiss me?”

The few seconds it takes for him to find his way to your lips last a very long time, and the moments once they actually meet can’t last long enough. 

You let out a sigh as they do, losing touch with gravity a little, resting back in his arms wrapped around your back, preoccupied with his lips hard against yours, finally knowing them, finally tasting him; you want to drink him in, have him inside you in every way, a part of you. This first moment, you see as so, and appreciate all of the newness, the finally, finally, finally, finally.

He lets you pull off his layers until he’s only in a t-shirt, and you’re chilled over and over again in excitement and something else, whatever it is, you don’t care, all you care about is his arms almost bare, so thick and strong, his hands in places they’ve never been before, smoothing over your back, hooking around you, dragging over your front, over your stomach with a pressure that opens your mouth and furrows your brow. He pulls away then, only enough to be able to look at you, and his brow is relaxed in a way you’ve only seen hints of. He brushes one hand clumsily over your face, this thumb over your lips, and you angle your head down to catch it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip, looking him in the eyes. With a deep breath, Joel takes his hand away to kiss you instead, deep, wet, pressing your foreheads together, then slowly backs you all the way up against the wall. Then he drags himself down, keeping most of himself on you as he does, hands following your curves, chin or lips dragging down however they can, and then he’s on his knees. 

Joel brushes his hands up and down the sides of thighs, then grips your hips. “Can I taste you?” He asks softly, big, puppy dog eyes looking up at you. 

Frankly, you breathe out, “Yes.” 

Joel takes a deep breath, first pressing kisses just above, then over your underwear with a pressure that makes you tingle just under it. He opens his mouth and drags it over you open, still over the fabric, with a heat that you know has you absolutely soaking already.

Still looking in your eyes, Joel hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulls until they drop around your ankles. He bunches up your long t-shirt in a fist, lifting it up and resting it on your stomach, then he holds your hip firmly with his other hand, stabilizing himself as he moves his mouth in. Joel focuses, ready to finally show you what he can do for you, secretly smiling as he licks a line up with a flat tongue, proud when your chest jumps with a gasping moan. He repeats, kitten licking you, getting you nice and wet for him to take your clit into his mouth, forming around the sensitive tip to suck and massage with his tongue. Intense pleasure takes your breath away and as you gasp your nipples begin to feel more sensitive rubbing against your shirt and you let your hand smooth over your breast. 

“Shit Joel, fuck,” you breath out, then lean your torso forward as you moan, and fall back as he releases your clit.

Joel moves his hand from your hip to under your thigh and lifts it, pressing the side against the wall, opening you up more for him. His head bobs as his tongue slides further in, licking a line straight from your hole up to under your clit, and then again, this time sharpening the tip of his tongue to lick under your clit until it flicks off. Your pussy craves it seemingly with a mind of its own, controlling you. 

“Yes, Joel, fuck, just like that, oh my god,”

And so he repeats, the tip of his tongue continually stimulating the underside of your clit. When your hips turn up into him he lets his mouth shift down to swirl over your hole, his nose instead rubbing up and down the area above. Your moans are chocked, deep, and long, as you feel that pressure beginning to unwind inside of you. Knowing that it’s on him, you want to let go, give yourself to him, let him have you.

From your sounds, Joel can tell he’s closing in, but no way is he letting this last only a couple minutes. For one thing, he doesn’t want this to end, but he also wants you in ruins by the time he’s done. Joel swipes one more flat lick over the full length of your pussy and then pulls away, looking up at you. The tip of his nose shines with your wetness and he’s near out of breath. 

“Not lettin’ you go that easy, darlin’, ain’t gott’n my fill yet.” He stands, pulling himself up using your arms, and is back in your mouth, no concern for how he’s licking your own cum into your mouth. You don’t really care either anyway, all you care about is how he’s on you. Arms wrapped to hold your stomach to his, you feel his strength again. In between kisses, Joel says, “I’ve been waitin’ so long to know how you taste. Waitin’ so long to make you feel good like that. You’re so fuckin’ sexy. You’re so beautiful. I wanna see you cum. I wanna make you cum with just my mouth. Just my mouth on your pussy.”

Sounds fucking good to me, you think, almost making yourself laugh, but don’t waste any time to speak so as not to take away from your tongue teeth and lips on his. Being connected to him like this feels so secure, so correct; the awkwardness that had scared you so bad has vanished and now you’re closer than ever before, in body, spirit, and mind. 

Your lips allow you, “Do whatever you want with me.” 

A line of saliva keeps you connected when Joel pulls away, both of your faces wet, mostly with you. His hands shift to your forearms, holding them to pull you as he walks backward, guiding you to sit you down on your couch. When you’re down he’s immediately back between your legs, grabbing your thigh to hold out, and you see his other reach to what must be down his pants. The idea of that, Joel stroking himself just under you, makes you feel hotter still and you moan as his tongue connects. He makes a sound and it vibrates through you and you grip his hair and let yourself fall back, your other hand used to stabilize you on the couch so that you can arch your back and watch him. As his tongue rolls over your opening, he peers up at you. The image of him here itself could be enough to push you over the edge. So many days admiring him, soaking up his beauty, and how many times have you touched yourself imagining something just like this? 

Joel has the same thoughts going on in his head as he strokes himself rapidly. As much as he wants to feel himself all the way inside of you, as far as he’ll fit, and feel you squeeze around him, he’ll save that for you for another time. For now, he’s getting off just fine watching—making you get off.

“Joel, that feels so good,” you whine, he hums again and your hips jolt up. 

Joel’s eyes stay locked on yours as all of his own movements become unsteady with the more pleasure he gives himself, his hand pumping up and down his full length. He’s never been this hungry in his life, and here you are to devour. 

“Joel I know you’re touching yourself I wanna see you cum,”

“You first, darlin.” He says basically into you. He uses his tongue to tease your hole with swirling force, then licks up to your clit and sucks it. Keeping his focus there, he releases your thigh to utilize that hand to hook two fingers into you, then rocking them in and up.  

As soon as he starts with this you know you’re done for, and when your face screws up and your hips roll, forcing him to follow you, he knows, too. Joel strokes himself faster, fed by the feeling of his fingers inside of you and this prizing view.

You hold your thigh up for him, your head is leaned back and eyes squeezed shut, triggered by pure pleasure. The pressure building inside of you is like a balloon that Joel repeatedly hits with his two hooked fingers and you feel yourself squeezing, and try not to squirm away as your body rolls closer and closer to overwhelming climax. 

“Joel Joel Joel Joel Joel,”

As he comes close to finishing himself, Joel’s mouth opens wider, but he does what he can to keep you stimulated, closing it and moving his tongue all up and down wherever it can, and then he sucks, and his fingers land on your G spot and he rocks them and you’re cumming, loudly. Joel does not release, fighting through your writhing to pull you through your orgasm and with his last licks, he cums, and you shake as his moans vibrate through you. 

You slow to a stop, Joel removes his fingers once your pussy releases them, and falls back to sit on the ground in front of you. His pants are undone but his boxers are up, hiding his dick but not the wetness of his cum in them. Shy, you lean forward to cover yourself with your hanging t-shirt. You’re both smiling like giddy kids, and you kiss again, unavoidably wet, but soft, slow, and sweet—appreciative. You keep your eyes closed for a moment when you pull away and he smiles watching you. 

“Now what?”

“What time is it?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere near noon.”

“You wanna go get lunch?”

You smile. “Alright. Just let me get dressed, I mean, I have to… clean myself up.” You chuckle shyly. 

Joel stands, zipping his pants back up and redoing his belt. “Yeah, me too. Need a whole new pair a underwear. How bout I meet you back here? Won’t take long.” 

“Alright.” You smile, reaching down to pull your underwear back up and stand, twisting your legs around each other. 

Joel walks behind you to pick up his discarded layers and you watch him shamelessly use the inside of his coat to wipe down his face. When he looks up, he smirks slightly, looking you up and down, steps towards you and then leans in, “Gimmie some sugar.”

You smile and oblige, leaning in slow and taking his lips in yours. What was meant as some cheeky kiss turns soft, sweet, and sincere.

This is how things are now, you realize, you can kiss him, and he can fuck you, and you can go get lunch together. 

“I love you.” You quickly add after you pull away. 

“I love you, my beautiful girl.” 

You beam, he basks in it.

#the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fic #the last of us hbo #joel the last of us #the last of us angst #the last of us smut #the last of us x reader #the last of us show #tlou #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction #joel tlou #joel miller tlou #tlou show #tlou fic #tlou smut #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fan fiction #joel miller fanfiction

[auspicioustidings]

Brain rotting in concepts rn cause i wanted to continue “Committed to the bit-“ and in the process i thought of such a fun concept that i just had to share-

Briefly in the “mandatory Dungeon’s and Dragons” oneshot (which btw- such a good fic one of my fav’s after going through like ur whole blog lol) You brought up TF 141 in paintball. And i’ve just had such a fun idea.

Consdier: Reader who is corralled into going to paintball with their shitty friends, who are only really going with the intent of ganaging up on reader. They go in an uneven number tho- (cause they were all gonna be on one team and have reader by themselves-) When the workers there are like- “Oh well- there is another group here.” Dunno why the 141 would be there, maybe another situation like the DnD one-shot where they’re being forced. And so, poor sweet reader who clearly was expecting this to be a liebe experience, gets to have the joy of 141 seeing them and deciding “yeah, you’re pretty and your friends are assholes- you need more ppl for a proper team? Cool, we’ll be on yours.”

Just image the pure shenanigans of it all, reader getting some well earned revenge and the whole debacle ends up them them losing their friends- but gaining (1)4(1) more <3

I kid you not I have had 'Airsoft AU - you keep beating military men at airsoft and they are going to lose it' sitting in my phone notes since September :') Just one of those concepts that I love to think about but cannot write.

I prefer having the reader be their bitter rival because wtf why is this civilian rocking out shit? This is so humiliating oh my God Kate WHY DID YOU TELL FARAH WE LOST TO A CIVVIE TEAM STOP IT WE ARE NEVER LIVING THIS DOWN :( Only way of redeeming themselves is obviously to ruin your winning streak in any way they can.

It would be really fun to then have your take on it follow that, when they already view you as their arch-nemesis they show up on a surprise visit thinking if they can take you off guard with a game they might have an advantage (that's just psychological warfare bby, totally legit, it is not CHEATING Farah shut up). And you are sad? And getting ganged up on by the people you have been carrying any time you are played against them? Like you are the one that is beating them really, the team has always just been benefitting from taking orders from you.

Absolutely not? Are they fuck going to let anyone beat you that isn't them. So even though you are so embarrassed at first when you see them because your most fun games have been against these guys and the banter is always so good and oh my God they're about to find out that you are tragically uncool, they immediately are joking around with you and offering to take you on their team.

"Aye, come tae our team and we'll show ye how the professionals dae it." "Wild thing to say when you've never beaten me but sure thing Suds." "My real name is John. Johnny if it's you. It's nice tae actually meet ye bonnie."

#mhairianswers #mhairidrabbles #cod au #tf 141 x reader

[showtoonzfan]

So to sum up, here’s what Viv did to Ken regarding the document:

1. Saw their fanart of Cherri Bomb, asked if she could use their pose as a reference for Cherri’s character sheet, but instead traced the pose and despite saying she’d give credit, never did.

2. Excuses the fact that her idea for Sir Pentious’s third eye being an emote to him was a copy of Ken’s character they refer to as “TF”. Ken mentions it made them uncomfortable and suggested that his hat be an AI or something Pen created himself, but obliviously in the final product of the pilot, it was never explained what Sir Pen’s hat was or why he had it.

3. MOST importantly, NEVER credited Ken for their involvement with writing the Hazbin pilot. Viv goes to Ken multiple instances, admitting she isn’t the best at writing and only comedy, and needs help. She shares some ideas with Ken, and here are the following ideas and scenes that Ken came up with THEMSELVES that appeared in the final product of the pilot:

The joke scene where everyone laughs at Charlie, but Angel dust is brought up with her proudly saying he’s making great progress, only to cut to him on the news helping Cherri out and everything being screwed up for her, saying “oh shit” or “oh fuck”.

Angel being the only patron of the hotel, and only being there for a free room, with Vaggie and Charlie scolding him that he would change and him not caring

LITERALLY WAS THE ONE WHO CAME UP WITH ALASTOR APPEARING IN THE PILOT AND WANTING TO INVEST IN THE HOTEL BECAUSE HE’S BORED.

Alastor and Husk knowing each other PERSONALLY and Alastor being the one who hired Husk to help

The joke scene where someone brings up that they’re trying to help sinners not encourage this stuff and Angel immediately says “shut up we’re keeping this”-

The joke scene of Angel telling Al he can do the deed and Al immediately going “haha! No!”.

Came up with the idea that Al’s introduction on who he is should be through Angel asking Vaggie and came up with the “wait you don’t know him?” - “eh not big on politics”- dialogue.

Alastor’s line of “If I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would have done so already”-

And yet, despite being responsible for these jokes and plot threads, when Erin had confronted Viv about being credited, Viv had all this bs to say:

At first she rambles on about how she didn’t credit because apparently the stuff Ken came up with was early draft shit? Despite the fact that everything I listed above was in the actual pilot? And then didn’t want to credit them because she wanted to make a “promotional” post despite Spindlehorse not even being created yet and Ken had every right to ask for credit since it’s true that people DO assume that Viv does all this stuff by herself. And apparently telling everyone what members did what is too much for Viv, because Ken’s getting paid anyway so that makes it okay! Then Viv being Viv thinks Ken is attacking her and pulls the poor pity me card simply because she couldn’t understand what Ken was asking her I guess, but I suggest y’all read the entire doc because I’m scratching the surface, I just bring this up because the writing was the most important part.

4. Blacklisted and talked horrible of Ken behind their back. Ken was hesitant and late into signing the document, but eventually Viv had started to speak negatively of Ken to other members, calling them an abuser ect:

Again, read the document for full context, but this is just fucking awful, especially since at the same time when this was happening, Viv had been talking to Ken at the time and being all nice. It’s just amazing how awful Viv sounds, how she thinks Ken is out to get her and her show, all for wanting credit and wanting to make sure they didn’t sign their rights and characters away. Someone who had literally helped Viv on the pilot and was there for her in a vulnerable time of need, got treated like dirt, and it is NOT okay.

Please spread the document link:

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #anti vivziepop #helluva critical #Hazbin hotel #helluva boss #Hazbin hotel drama #vivziepop critique #vivzmind #vivienne medrano

[itsyourstarboy]

Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.2

First Part Next Part

This one is a bit less headcanons and more of just a little compilation of times Guy has interrupted their streaming, and Chat being Honey's chaotic posse

Guy tries his best. He really does.

But when it's his day off, and Honey is streaming, he gets needy. This boy needs attention and love, and Honey leaving him all alone to play games with strangers is just too cruel. How could they just abandon him like this?

Y'know how sometimes when you're bored you'll randomly go to the fridge to look for something to eat even though you're not hungry? That's Guy. But with the door that leads to the room Honey is streaming in.

He'll be scrolling through social media and then boom suddenly he's standing outside the door.

It's like when you shut your pet out of the bathroom when they try to follow you in.

So without further ado, here are the times Guy has interrupted Honey, and made their chat go wild.

—

It started small. Guy would stay in the living room, and just blow up their phone with texts, begging for them to come out and just give him one little kiss to hold him over.

Of course they eventually told him to knock it off before they put their phone on silent

Then he was sitting outside the door and sliding notes under. Bonus if the camera is set up in a way that can sort of see the bottom of the door, so Chat is the first to notice and point it out to Honey.

They look over at the chat to see it blowing up like:

👀👀👀👀👀

Bae, ur dog need u 😅🤣

Is that their roommate??

Tf is going on

AYO 😂😂😂😂

can u play minecraft

NOT THEIR ROOMIE PASSING NOTES IN CLASS ✋😭😭

LMFAO I WANT TO SEE WHAT IT SAYS

SHOW US 🥺🥺

🤨 hey what the dog doin 🧐

Chat knows he's a puppy at this point

They turn around to see the little pile of notes scattered there; next to Guy's fingers which he is wiggling around under the door.

"Goddamnit, Guy-!" They shout, but there's clearly no venom in their words. A laugh had slipped out before they could stop it, and they crouched by the door.

The notes were all cute little things like,

"I ♡ u"

"come gimme kiss :("

"want smooch -3-"

"end the stream I need you >:("

So let's say from the angle the camera is set up, the stream can see about half of Honey as they're crouched by the door. They reach up to the handle and crack open the door.

Chat can't see Guy, Honey is blocking him from view.

They can't be heard speaking, but when Guy laughs, everyone in chat fucking melts because baby boy has the sweetest fucking laugh in the world holy shit

Arms can be seen wrapping around Honey, though their arms stay by their side, and it last for about 3 seconds before Honey places their hand flat on Guy's face and shoves him away (affectionately) while also calling him a dumbass.

They shut the door and return to their stream, not very happy that Chat saw that.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

ITS HAPPENING

SPILL THE TEA SIS UNTIL DAWN CAN WAIT

What did I miss??

HOOOOLY SHIT

*pog*

NO WAY

*pog*

*pog*

*pog*

★ someone donated $3 ★

Okay bitch, u got 5 seconds to explain urself 🔫🔫🔫

Anyway, they beat Guy's ass later that night but in the good if ykwim ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

—

Honey's little fan base is having a lot of fun theorizing their relationship with their faceless (yet adorable) roommate.

Chat loves bringing him up to get Honey talking about him. The way their eyes go soft are one of the top reasons most of their fans think they're dating (which they're not wrong, but Honey has yet to confirm nor deny)

Sometimes Honey will even bring Guy up on their own, but it's always the most random ass shit.

They were doing a chill stream, one where they just kinda played a slow game (like animal crossing or Stardew valley) and wouldn't really talk much, with lofi music in the background.

Not as many people watch those streams, but it's okay. Honey likes to play relaxing games from time to time, and they only really can if they're streaming it.

Off the cuff they just go, "Guy told me he wanted to start an Only Fans."

They started laughing after they realized they said it, even more when chat went from being really slow with only a few donos here and there to BLOWING UP

Honey explained that Guy was, in fact, not actually going to start an Only Fans.

They had told him that he was gaining popularity among their fan base and Guy had made the comment as a joke.

However the stream got more rowdy as more people joined only to find the current topic of conversation being whether or not Honey's faceless roommate should start an Only Fans.

Most people were like "yes, please" but Honey was (suspiciously) quick to tell them that it wasn't going to happen.

It only took about 20 minutes for the stream to go back to how it was, calm and slow.

Until Honey, once again, made a random ass comment along the lines of, "what if me and Guy started an only fans together?"

And then it was round two.

Honey loves fucking with their chat.

—

Guy started getting bolder as Honey living with him became the new normal. He was always finding new ways to invade their stream while keeping his face hidden.

He started watching their streams and eventually decided he wanted to see them blush

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: guess who ;)))

They stared at the message for almost a minute before placing their head in their hands and going "Jesus fucking Christ"

Chat never caught on to this one until much later

Like, a few months of this "HoneysHeaven" donating just one dollar and saying things that seemed to throw the streamer off their rocker.

°•°•°•°•°•°

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: you look so cute today ^^

"Shut up."

*chat proceeds to get angry that Honey did not accept the compliment and aggressively assures them that they are very cute*

°•°•°•°•°•°

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: who is Sebastian and why are you flirting with him :(

Honey smirked, "he's a video game character."

HoneysHeaven: but why are you flirting with him :(

Gotta step up ur game HH

Bro is simping HARD

Poor thing

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: your fans are being mean to me :((

"hey, you kids play nice."

°•°•°•°•°•°

"I don't trust this ratty ass cat-"

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: can you come show me how to run the dishwasher pls (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠` ; )

"Guy, I swear to god, I've shown you how to run it a hundred times already!"

HoneysHeaven: I'm sorryyy (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

WAIT THATS GUY!?!?!?!?

OMG

GUY!??!?

HOLY FUC-

WEVE BEEN LOVINGLY BULLYING OUR BOY

SHAME ON ALL OF YOU

I DIDNT DO NOTHING

GUY I LOVE YOUUU

what the heck just happened??

Honey leaves the room to show Guy how to use the dishwasher for the upteenth time, and it certainly won't be the last.

Guy snuck in a few kisses there, being incognito in chat was fun while it lasted

—

If we circle back to our lovely theorists within Honey's fan base, we will see that they have been having a field day.

People are 98% sure that there is/was something romantic going on between these two. It's very obvious to see how flirty Guy is, and Honey has their moments.

Most think Guy has an unrequited crush on Honey, while some think it's reciprocated but not acted upon.

Very few think they're actually dating simply because of the way Honey acts. It seems like they're not interested in anything romantic.

Another small few think they're just good friends, and they're the kind of people that get all pressed about "why can't two people with a good relationship just be friends anymore," and blah blah blah.

One time Honey was having fun messing with their chat, just kind of sitting back and watching as they discussed amongst each other who Guy was to Honey.

They had fun dangling their love life in front of their fans like bait, especially because it made them feel all warm inside when people pointed out how painfully obvious it was that Guy was head over heels for them.

Did you put a ring on it yet? Cause if you don't, I will <.<

PFFT-

"hey, hey, calm down. He's taken."

BY WHO???

TAKEN!?

NOOOOOOO MY HOPES AND DREAMS

Honey laughs, "none of you even know what he looks like."

All the good men are taken >:(

Hold on now, it's 20XX, it's what's on the inside that counts

Mama always told me not to judge a book by its cover

ARE YOU TAKEN THO???

My mama also said not to judge a book by its cover, and lucky for me, I can't read 🥰🥰 Hand him over 🔪 /lh /j

WOAH WOAH WOAH

I simp for the invisible man from Hotel Transylvania, my powers are beyond your understanding

"All of you say that, but for all you know, he could look like a toe."

LMAO

Yummy

Jokes on you I'm into that shit

*people with foot fetishes have entered the chat*

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

OH GOD OH FUCK

Cronch

"okay, I regret being born. I think that's enough internet for today."

—

Drama doesn't usually break out, but when it does Honey still finds ways to have fun with it.

"no, I did not show Guy how to run the dishwasher like in that scene from Ghost... Tf?"

Damn that would've been hot tho

DAMMIT Boo you missed your chance to seduce him 😩😩

I'm gonna draw that later 👀

What scene from ghost? What's ghost?

OOOH WE DOIN GUY X [HONEY] FANART NOW ??? 👀👀👀

Oh God, guys, please don't make this weird

Babydoll, we can get you some flirting lessons if you want 😜

Ah yeah just gotta do the lip bite and the chin rub 😉😉 say some pickup line and he's all yours

LMAO won't be too hard he already down BAD

"how it do baby gorilla" *bites lip*

OH GOOD LORD

LMAOOO YOU GOTTA USE THAT ONE

They're just friends, will you all chill out??

Honey, laughing, "who said we were just friends?"

HEY

PUMP THE BREAKS PUMP THE BREAKS WHAT THE FLUFF

STOP MESSING WITH US YOU ASSHOLE /affectionate

Ayo 🤨🤨🤨

EXPLAIN URSELF BABE 😡😡😡

Hiiii I love you and your content 🥰🥰💕

★ someone donated $10 ★

I will sell you my soul please tell us what that means

"does it have to mean anything?"

AAAAAAAAAAAA

You... You are evil 😑

DAMMIT

FUCK

My therapist is going to hear about you.

Some people want world peace, but [Honey]... [Honey] just wants to watch the world burn.

°•°•°•°•°•°

"y'know... Guy has brought it to my attention that some of you have been drawing fanart of us. Which is sweet, but it's also weird because none of you know what he looks like..."

Oh shit we're in trouble

How are people drawing him when they don't know what he looks like??

GUYS WE'RE GONNA GET GROUNDED

OH NOOO

THEIR GONNA TAKE OUR FEMUR PRIVILEGES

NOT MY FEMURS I JUST GOT THOSE BACK

"Now, I'm not saying that it's okay to ship real life people. Because it's not. It makes most people uncomfortable."

Now I'm uncomfortable we don't usually get serious talks

I'm deadass actually kinda scared rn

SAMEE

Yeah same here I think I peed a little

Same

What

Wait you peed?

"I mean, I don't really mind it. The only weird thing is that some of you are drawing Guy without know what he looks like so it doesn't at all look like Guy," Honey laughs, "the fanfiction is pretty weird though, maybe cut it out with that stuff."

🫡🫡🫡

YES BOSS

YOU HEARD THE CAPTAIN BOYS, FIRE THE NUKES

What is wrong with everyone here

DESTROY THE EVIDENCE

Wattpad is going down 😈😈

★ someone donated $5 ★

So you're okay with the fanart? Is Guy okay with it too?

"yeah, I'm chill with it. Guy is too, he thinks it's cute."

Awwwww 🥺🥺🥺

I fall in love with a faceless man I don't know even more everyday

HE THINKS ITS CUTE!!??? THAT IS SO WHOLESOME OMG

HES SHIPPING HIMSELF WITH YOU FR

I stg if you don't date him-

Give him a kiss from all of us 😘

YES

KISS HIM AS A GIFT FROM US

JUST A LITTLE PECK ON THE CHEEK

DO IT DO IT

This isn't too much right?

KITH

"maybe I will kiss him, but it hardly seems fair to do just one for the thousands of you."

😳

STOP

I'm going to die

YOU NEED TO CHILL YOU GREMLIN

IM GOING TO FIGHT YOU ONE OF THESE DAYS when is the next con?

This is killing me

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: woah does this mean I'm gonna get thousands of kisses <.<

"HEY-!"

OH SHIT

BABY YOU JUST GOT CAUGHT IN 4K

I am so painfully single ouch

ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION

HoneysHeaven: so can I come claim those kisses now, or...?

AINT NO WAY

OH MY GAHD

"no."

NO!?!?

NO????

BITCH TF YOU MEAN

YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT

HoneysHeaven: :(

NOOOOOO

YOU MADE HIM SAD

"oh my god- just- ugh," Honey hides their face away from the camera, clearly flustered, "just go away."

—

Yeah, their fan base is 99% sure they're dating.

(I'm gonna have to cut this off here, I'm real tired but I had a lot of fun writing this. The chaotic chat clearly got away from me a few times lol. I will do a part 3, because I definitely still have more 😉)

#ive never watched a stream #can you tell? #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted imagine #redacted pizza guy #redacted honey #redacted guy #redacted streamer!honey #redacted au #redacted fanfiction #redacted fanfic

[sly-fin]

Finished what is out of TFS. Spoilers ahead

My thoughts:

I can’t believe i called it that Glenn is beefing with a 14 year old. He seems to hate Sephiroth for no reason besides jealousy, called a child a cyborg, and said he would never accept Sephiroth cause “he never went through the same brutal training.”

BOY IS THERE A LOT TO UNPACK THERE. But first my Glenn hate.

I fucking hate Glenn. He is literally the encapsulation of everything i find irritating in a person. What made me really hate him is that he refuses to call Matt by his actual name and even after being repeatedly told to not, still does that. (Slay to Matt just not responding to “Professor” that one bit) Which just… really gets on my nerves for personal reasons. And Glenn has repeatedly showed that he is only doing this for the money. Which fair, but the only hint we get as to why is cause someone he i think is related to is in the hospital (i don’t remember exactly i was skimming) which is then immediately followed up immediately with Glenn is broke cause he gambles a lot. So i guess he’s a gambling addict and puts that before whoever he is supposedly doing this for in the hospital. And finally, this most likely 25-30 year old man is beefing with a 14 year old for no fucking reason besides jealousy and his own stupidity. Based on that last section before what’s out of TFS ends, he does not even think to consider “hey why is this kid here and in the army and really fuckin strong?” No, instead he immediately refuses Sephiroth’s help, calls him inhuman, and shuts down what Sephiroth has been through to get to where he is now. So… i think we can guess where Sephiroth questioning his humanity came from. Glenn better do something really really selfless and get his act together or he is probably gonna go down as one of my most hated characters.

Now a bit of positivity and stuff

Sephiroth is such a sweet kid so far. He’s a bit smug about his power but that’s fair. He’s really polite otherwise and just there to do what he was told to do. He seems like he wants to help them and ahg i hope Glenn stops treating him like shit. Little guy needs some positivity in his life.

I also really enjoy Matt and Lucia. Especially Lucia. Love how she just roasts Glenn at every opportunity. It’s great.

#ffvii #sephiroth #ffvii ever crisis #ffvii the first soldier #young sephiroth #ever crisis #ever crisis sephiroth #glenn lodbrok #lucia lin #matt winsord #ever crisis spoilers #its 4 am and i took 10 mg of melatonin i need to sleep #sorry if this is incomprehensible

[just-antithings]

the shit antis say is so violently accusatory it's horrendous. like, i only get a "proshippers die" on my dash once a month or so (i know thats bad i know) but seeing their rancid takes here its like. they believe they're in the right but How. how. especially because proship literally just means "don't harass people over what they ship it or create" so like? if they're getting proshippers bothering them my guess is they're attacking proshippers in the main tags of things (such as: when someone i followed talked about how proshipper just meant child molester and i sent them an anon like "it really doesn't" and they got snippy with me like "i didn't think i needed to say that child porn is bad" and i got snippy back). it's so gross. like that person saying it's like adults being naked in a playground and when you put up tarps they still push their way through. no tf it's not it's saying like "this adult place contains adults being naked so be aware of that" and sure, maybe in this metaphor a kid will see a naked guy through a window every now and again, but by and large If A Kid Is In The Naked Adult House, They Saw The Sign And Ignored It. and chances are the adults are like "hey get out this isn't a place for you". its just like that. and maybe if the police or whatever the fuck would come shut down a house with a naked adult heads up sign in the front yard, they can't put up that sign, and more kids would stumble across it, but like the ONLY thing that sorta thing does is make it less safe for those youre trying to protect. anyway sorry for the rant in your inbox i just have no other place to put it

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#mod erin #ask #just anti things #posted without comment #child molestion mention #death wishes mention

[junior-high-rui-official]

// long post ahead. less explicit angst than usual but there is cyberbullying + workaholism involved. also Rui being on his gifted kid bs.

Rui lets out an exhausted sigh. After a certain point, everything became a blur. He remembers crying to his brother, remembers breaking down in front of Nene, and beyond that, everything's a blur... entering the hospital, vitals checked, some patronizing remarks, a nurse up his ass for a while...and finally, it was dark outside, and he could be left alone.

His head hurt. His feet hurt. His legs hurt. His stomach hurt. His chest- god, his fucking chest hurt.

He was relatively sure he was administered pain meds that were supposed to kick in soon, but evidently they hadn't yet. So...

He reaches for his phone to pass the time. He toggles on just about every screen filter - this wasn't good for his eyes, he knew, but he was in the hospital with a broken rib, he had worse things to worry about than some blue light.

He opens a social media app he forgot he had, he'd downloaded it only to follow a certain account that posted robotics materials, and never deleted it.

He scrolls.

And scrolls.

And scrolls.

Mind drifting, eyes blurring out, this is just something he's doing with his hands at this point, he's not even retaining let alone looking at anything he sees-

until he happens upon a picture with a familiar face.

[Ah...that girl...]

[...yes, she's one of many that bothers me at school...]

He scrolls past the photo, but he stops.

[... I'm going to be stuck here for at least a week. In that time, my grades... Oh, and we had that big history project coming up...]

He scrolls back up, then clicks on the account. Scrolling through it, various selfies confirm this is in fact the person he thinks it is.

Several moments of hesitation, and he clicks the "message" button.

類: < hello >

[xxx]: < ??? >

[xxx]: < who tf lmao >

類: < it's kamishiro >

類: < we don't talk but you do know me >

[xxx]: < how tf did you find me on here >

[xxx]: < stalker shit tbh >

類: < i came across a selfie of yours >

類: < i have a question >

類: < more like a favor to ask? >

[xxx]: < bro what >

[xxx]: < we aren't friends im not doing shit for you >

[xxx]: < fucking weirdo >

類: < i know >

類: < you're the first person going to [school] I have contact with though >

類: < whether you know this or not i'm unsure but I've been hospitalized >

[xxx]: < LMAOAOAOAUDHDHSGXBJCHX >

[xxx]: < FOR REAL??? >

[xxx]: < why do you talk like a victorian orphan boy >

類: < i need my paper assignments for the next week or so >

[xxx]: < what the hell?? >

[xxx]: < fucking nerd >

[xxx]: < no lmao >

[xxx]: < go talk to your other fucking >

[xxx]: < weirdo friend or smth >

[xxx]: < why would you even think to message me. you're so fucking weird?? >

類: < mizuki's suspended >

類: < they wouldn't do it either way though >

類: < I know it's an unusual request to say the least >

類: < blame the impulse on the pain meds >

[xxx]: < i hope you fucking stay there fr >

[xxx]: < we definitely don't want your wackass back here >

類: < if you bring me the assignments I'll do your homework for you this week as well ? >

類: < or your friends' >

類: < the hospital isn't far from school. it's not like they're going to fact check whether we're friends or not. you'll just have to say you're delivering me something >

[xxx]: < omfg >

[xxx]: < ok fine if it gets you to quit yapping >

[xxx]: < if you fuck up that homework though I'm not gonna be pleased >

類: < i anticipate this >

類: < thank you >

[xxx]: < yw i guess >

[xxx]: < now leave me alone >

Rui does exactly that, closing the app and shutting off his phone...as he tries and fails not to internalize his classmate's unsavory remarks, he lies his head down and lets tears fall once more.

#rooftop whispers #tw bullying #tw cyberbullying #tw hospital #← minor

[queenimmadolla]

Petition to get rid of the terms “big blog” and “little blog”

bc people seem to be basing those titles on interactions (which are brought in primarily due to tags, compare my non tagged stuff to my tagged stuff, as well as smut, smut will always get more interactions and there ain’t nothin wrong with that) and whipping those titles around to benefit from “underdog status”. i tag the SHIT out of my work so i can get interactions, as do most others.

that does not make us “big blogs” so you really gotta pick yourself up off the ground, stand up. it’s almost going to be a year since I’ve been trying to grow my audience, just because you just started doesn’t mean you have to say shit like that. “biggER blogs” is fine, because realistically, there’s always going to be a blog bigger than you, even if they’re the standard tumblr shit posters that have been here since like 2008 and don’t write at all, but to cry “big account” and “little account” every time you feel you haven’t gotten the proper validation??? as though someone else got more than you??? punt yourself right outta here with that shit.

“but yOu havE so mANy folLowErs”

six of them interact with me regularly (I don’t think I have nearly as many as people think), let alone my work. most of my likes??? not my followers, they’re people who found work through the tags 😱. you’re gonna find out real fucking quick that follower count doesn’t really mean shit unless you’ve got like 15,000+. then maybe 60 of them are interacting with you regularly.

I won’t lie and say that I’ve never used the terms before, but NEVER to compare myself, my likes or my interactions to theirs and never so others rally around me to root for the underdog. it’s been strictly to explain how I viewed them in particular: the popular kids in high school if you will (they’re currently writing something good/working on an active series with entries under their belt, of course people are gonna wanna talk to them about their work tf), and I promise you they’re not really policing shit. you can sit at their table if you want to, don’t if you don’t, but don’t be that gross “I’m not like THEM, they’re so big, they’re so bad, they’re so mean” shut up. just, shut up. especially if you’re above the age of 20. grow up. this is tumblr.

go touch some grass and come back when you realize it was never that fucking serious—you’re sucking the fun out of an escape for tons of people. stop it.

#good god the amount of times I see this scenario??? wanna block the SHIT outta them #but even that creates drama #so lemme just make sure to be loud and clear on here #imma say it too this is primarily yt ppl shit

[shineoko]

Heyyyy. As a request can I ask that you do a small enemies to lovers bullet point au with Jaehyun or Yuta if it’s ok and your not busy.

Hi !!!!!!!!!!!

Idk if I did this right but I had too because I need to write an e2l with Jaehyun and I have way too many assignments on my hands plus I feel the need to experiment with writing styles + post ;)

Yuta will be linked here as a kinda part 2 whenever I write it

also!!! This is a kinda British au where my lazy ass can’t figure out the American or Korean system and ofc there’s a lot of swearing and ofc I have to use British slang (Dw u can just Google that) anyways below is a brief summary of the British school system I’m following here

primary school | ages 4 to 11

secondary school + sixth form | ages 11 to 18

university | ages 18 to 21+ DISCLAIMER !!! This is not a part of start up

not this taking me 3 whole ass week to write

Sooo

You met Jaehyun when you were a child

not even a child, A TODDLER

Luckily your parents only ever interacted with themselves and didn’t force you two together as you both would blow raspberry’s at eachother and keep arguing like

“Teddy’s better” “no frosty is better!” “No teddy’s better” “no frosty is better”

aka. The first and last time your parents even dared to put you in the same room

ok time-skip to secondary school (yes we using the British system here) y’all were 11 and kept on getting detained for fighting in the common rooms (cafeteria)

some of your friends and fellow schoolmates even made bets on wether you two would fight over a certain thing or two

worst part was that you were literally in the same classes 6/5 (you see my joke there 😏)

In English, y’all would be fighting over wether the word was spelt wrong and had to be shut up by the teacher giving you a detention

then at lunch you would walk up to your friends and be like “That ugly assless mf got me a detention again”

and he walks up to his friends like “that pathetic petty bitch got me a detention for the 400th time this fucking year”

aside from the secondary school shenanigans, y’all would’ve never guessed they you applied for the same university

my g (yes that is my vocabulary) became a part of the resident American frat-wannabes because before you met him, he used to live in America for 4 years which matches the fact you both met at the age of 4.

anyways

apart from the ‘will y/n and Jaehyun sort out this beefy shit’ club and the annoyingness of Jaehyun, life was ok

except that the only thing you were talked to about by another student was the annoyingness of Jaehyun or the beef u two got

one Monday you were just in your way to your dorm room when you heard a cry coming from one of the empty classrooms

Do to your insatiable curiosity, you had a lil peek through the door

you couldn’t believe your eyes

there in the middle of en empty lecture hall was your demise, Jung Jaehyun, sat on the floor crying alone with his knees used as a shield for his reddening face.

you swore Jaehyun was you enemy but you couldn’t just leave him like this

so

you quickly opened the door of the lecture hall and ran straight to Jaehyun gently putting down your bag (bc of the laptop ofc) you kneeled beside him

”Yo Jaehyun what’s wrong” you said in a way that you wanted to state that your still enemies but you’re actually concerned

“y/n…” he said but stopped as his voice started cracking

he sounded frail

as if he was an egg shell that could break in a matter of seconds

and so with the worry clearly evident in your voice you said again (damn why tf dis shit sound like Shakespeare language) “Jaehyun.. what’s wrong”

and he just sat there

then he suddenly mustered in the most whisper-y of whispers “you’re wrong y/n. why the fuck do you have to be so cute all the time.” He snaps :0

then you just sit there like (and the woman was too stunned to speak)

“Bruv, my g, u just called me cute”

and he’s like “yup”

an then you talk for a long time until you realise it’s literally curfew

and your like

”nice talking, its curfew Jaehyun”

and he’s like “can I just go to yours instead, I’ll feel lonely and I mean what I said earlier. you are really a-fucking-dorable”

You think for a sec and realise you don’t have a roommate and your like

“let’s go I guess, but don’t try anything cheesy”

(You can imagine what happened in your dorm 😏)

#nct 127 #fluff #nct #nct au #nct fluff #nct angst #nct 127 drabbles #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 scenarios #nct fanfic #nct enemies to lovers au #nct imagine #nct imagines #nct jaehyun #nct jeong jaehyun #nct scenarios #nct oneshots #nct to lovers #nct u #nct x reader #jaehyun x you #jaehyun fic #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun x reader #nct bullet point fluff #Nct university au

[anxiousxdreamer]

I'm pretty sure at the start of this year I said I'd make original posts more. Talk more, here. I think I said something about every day, but that certainly didn't happen. I do know that i DID talk more. I still won't implement a tagging system and I'm still more prone to keeping my- mouth? fingers? shut, but I did talk more. And I'm proud of myself for that. I think I've made a friend even, kinda, possibly. I'll be anxious about defining it that way forever don't mind me. And today I saw an old friend in person for the first time in years. (Her niece is taller than her now, when last i saw her she was probably hip-height on me, which was a HOLY SHIT moment)

I've played more games, I've talked more with my friends, I've wiggled and sang and attended two weddings. One of which I was in the party of, and the bride was an hour late (and in the building itself the whole time too). I'm stimming more, I'm trying to get shit solved with my doctor, I scheduled my top surgery. I still desperately need therapy and all I want is to move out of this damn house, but I guess I didn't sit around doing nothing even if it feels like I'm the same dumb fuck I've always been.

I still feel like a broken, pointless shell of a person. That something is deeply, intrinsically wrong with me and that it'll never be fixed. But I did talk more on tumblr, whatever that means for me lol

I'm ending this year with "The Last Goodbye" from In Space with Markiplier, which was also a thing that happened and it was fantastic and broke my heart.

I'm making my way backwards through the Elder Scrolls games. I finally finished Oblivion and I intend to tackle Morrowind next. Idk how I'm gonna force Daggerfall to work but I will! I have a feeling for both I will be using the Elder Scrolls wiki a LOT

The new year bites me in the ass harder than I think it would if my birthday wasn't the immediate following day. Every new years day is, quite literally, the day of impending "one year older" for me. I don't want to be scared of getting older. Actually I'm not scared of like, aging itself. I think I'll make a funky old man one day. (NOT to say I think I'm getting close to that. I'm turning 24, not 54 XD) I'll have creaky bones and wrinkly skin and hopefully a dick by then but that is still decades away lol and i get so annoyed when people my age are like "i'm so OLD" no tf you're not shut up. anyway-

I'm just... afraid that I'm not changing fast enough. I'm an adult but I'm stuck. I've always been stuck because I keep making stupid fucking choices. At this point it's nobody's fault but my own and I don't know how to fix it because I can't muster the energy to work hard enough to make like, more money. Idk. I'm very tired

Anyway, happy new year, happy almost-birthday to me, I'm off to get "drunk" and eat shrimp

#Dreamer's day #new year #i will not get drunk because i hate the loss of control <3

[the-fandom-hopping-mage]

doctor who 1996 movie

stop hurting the tardis pls she's the best and doesn't deserve any of the shit you put her through doctor

why is the master a slug

I know he was a cat once is he trying to start a collection

oh no he's horrified, you can tell by the fact that you can see the entirety of his eyeball

wait are time lord remains just slime is that what they're trying to say

AGH FISH

AGH KNIFE

well if you're gonna run away do it the second you see the car not when he's seen you and starts pulling in

hehe idiots the car's gonna come around the corner and probably hit you

how tf is he not dead on a slab

bro zig zag you gotta run zig zag

don't worry random child you're getting saved by an alien who's about to get shot by those guys and his boyfriend who took over his space machine

NOOO STOP HURTING HER shes probably fine but STILL STOP HURTING HER

why did he fall like that tat was hilarious "eugh" *le death* he sounds like a swooning victorian maiden

for the record I totally called his death

and that car

hey it's the tardis she's not a thing don't be rude she's the best character ever

how tf did he get over there

oh its not the doctor its the kid's dead friends

hello random child are you excited to see a dying man EXPLODE

why is he so casual about it "oh yeah guy who's bleeding out and just got shot hm .......................................... I'm gonna call you an ambulance"

oh hehehe the hospital is gon be so confused

oh ominous music did the master follow his boyfriend to the hospital that's rly sweet

wait where are the wounds

is this bitch dying from a shot to the arm

weak

WHERE DID THAT COME FROM THAT WASNT THERE EARLIER

if your listening to his heart why do you need a scalpel girl i don't think hearing = seeing

he's aliiiiiiiveeeee

isn't he back already stop electrocuting him

they're gonna be besties i know it <3

he's on his side how is he snoring

i can suspend my disbelief for aliens and shit but real life stuff you should get right

why are the lights outside changing colors is it aliens or just lighting

oh wait do they live next to a traffic light that would make sense

the doctor: thank you very much kind sir i shall 😴

we're 21 minutes in cut to the chase and die already please

also girl stop pouting his snoring isn't even that loud

oh now i understand what ppl meant by 'the master wants to be inside the doctor'

doctor who is so weird i love it

where's the lightning coming from

oh was that the 90s regeneration energy

rude i already made that joke like ten minutes ago keep up

isn't that a pull door excuse me

how did he hear that from two rooms away

wow ominous punching noises in the morgue you should definitely come closer to it

OMG IT'S ALIEN JESUS

"oh my gawd"

doctor: um rude

hehe the movie is still mimicking him

what's with all the convenient long dark ominous backlit hallways for the main character to pose dramatically in in media why are there so many

*ps i made popcorn :)*

some doctors (nine/ten) regenerate into a romcom. this doctor regenerated into a horror movie

hehehe he still has the john doe tag on the toe

where did he go why is everything destroyed the horror movie thing was a JOKE

in that shot he looks like owen wilson

bro the jesus thing was also a joke

i know who you are you're frankenstein

first i thought we were in asia then i thought we were in London now we're actually in san fransisco

hehehe it's the scarf

hehehe its a face

ngl that mirror does not look like its reflecting his face properly

nope sorry kit it's not a memory chamber no chameleon archs involved here

"I need the doctor's body" yeah i see what yall meant that's a totally sane and normal thing to say about your not-at-all-boyfriend

hehe they made the jesus jokes too

shut ft up bitch and stop talking to her like she's six years old you can pick up the goddamn pace with your fucking words

"bitch watch me"

how far did he back up

he's in the car

ha haha

why is there a security guard from the outside there is nothing wrong with that car

"grace why aren't you understanding this i have thirteen lives and two hearts pls its so obvious try to keep up"

and here we go again

that looks so cozy i want to live in that tardis

*deep voice* "it is me. i am the boy friend of the doc tor. i want his bo dy."

"Bah ruce don't scare me like that pls"

how does he know his name yall met once

awwwwwwwwwwwww she likes himmmmmmm

I'm rly a guy w/ weird eyes

text does not do justice to theweird voices I'm using (cause I'm saying half this shit aloud first)

BITCH WHY ARE YOU GOING CLOSER

"he's Nat Ded"

"oh shit i offended his boyfriend someone's in the denial stage of grief"

he did nat steal yo body bitch you're stealing his

i like this kid

omg shes literally me i eat pens too

yay he has shoes finally

*investigative glass* my scientific deduction is that that red liquid you took from my body seems to be my own blood, how curious

"iTs NoT bLoOd" ok girliepop what is it then?????? id love to know

aw i love hearing him talk about gallifrey without that underlying note of grief and pain and loss that all the nuwho doctors have

omg ive seen that shoe clip its so cute and silly

*run run run run run* he got the zoomies

girl: *looks into camera like the office*

*stealing from boyfriend* omg parallels to the whatsisface boyfriend

"you know this is all mine" i burst out laughing i honest to god died

ALL THE TIME LORDS ARE SO CASUAL ABOUT THIS "OH YEAH HES DEAD BUT HES ALIVE NOW NBD" "OH YEAH I HAVE TWO HEARTS WDYM YOU DONT"

"unspeakable crimes" you can say sex

how did he recognize gold dust on sight

kid its probably sand why tf would the doctor have gold dust

"DeAl"

omg its a golden snitch

"well of course it used to belong to me" I'm actually dying i cant

um bro that thing is the size of his body even if he is the 'chosen one' or whatever bs you're feeding him he probably couldn't lift it

bitch HOW

finally bro's catching on to the bs he's spouting

"i know who i am! im the type of guy who kisses women randomly!"

"doct-eah" they're so married

THIS IS SO RIDICULOUS "hes planning to take my body so that he will live and i will die :0 *run*"

doctor: honeslty woman try to keep up why isn't this making so much sense to you

first intelligent thing that woman has done all day

well that's conveinient

"oh fuck its my evil boyfriend"

aw chickens

"he's . . . british." HA

"jelly baby, officer?"

none of these people should have a license

good to know that his horrible driving skills apply to every vehicle not just the tardis

"you kill me" yes that is what will happen to you when the master gets his way excellent deduction

girl's got her priorities straight: alcohol > clock

how is that working there isn't any tension on the wheel they should be plummeting

THERE she is <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

weoweoweOWEOWEOWEOWEO "i cant find the brakes!?" *distant echoing weoweoweoWEOWEOWEOWEOWEO "aaaaaaah"

close your front doors idiot

why does she know that is she possessed by the slime

hehehe called it

"and you beLIVE him????" facts

BAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO STUPID DOES HE REALLY WANT TO BECOME FUCKING RASSILON????? HA

ok someone's sucking up to the kid

Lee's like wtaf is going on

oops i ran out of space on the other text block

i feel like she's faking or smth she looks like an angel w/ that thing and he's coughing

"i would never lie to you i would only protect you" funny how none of that is true even remotely

how the hell do all these characters remember all these super specific spoken instructions during high stakes situations, i can't even remember spoken instructions on a regular day

cant she just pull out one of the huge pole things wouldn't that stop it

he's always so kind even to the ppl who are actively trying to kill him and the entire planet

I CANT HAHA ITS SO STUPID

i don't think it's the tardis who's sentimental, doctor

SHE ATE HIM

why are we all so tense

that poor guy

you go boy

i despise these 90s romance arcs theyre so horrible yall met two hours ago

thats sweet

wait how does he die then

*after google* ohhh okay guess ive gotta watch the 50th anniversary now

#doctor who #that was fun

[uniformbravo]

reading more of my fuckingh storie

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Silan's father, on the other hand, was an average man with a stocky build and green hair and an enormous beard that reached down to his stomach as well as two large wings that extended from his back. Not really, I'm just fucking with you. But could you imagine if that's what he really looked like?

looks into the camera damn already off to a great start HUH

(i did this bc i couldnt figure out what tf i wanted him to look like & it was holding me up too long so this was the equivalent of scribbling all over the canvas to get it out. normally u would do this & then delete the scribbly part but i, a pioneer, have left it in,)

-

He was an architect who worked with city planners to realize plans for cities.

DAMN!!!!!! BARS!!!!!!

-

Countless hours were spent in his study working on designs and the like- most of his work was remote because he couldn't fly out to every location he contributed to. If it was close enough, though, he might drive out to meet in person, or if the project was big or important enough, he might take a few days away for a business trip. It could be quite spontaneous.

me pretending i know even remotely how a job like this works haha hee hee architects dni

-

His dad laughed from the table- not at anything they'd said; he'd just gone back to looking at memes on his tablet. Silan was kind of hoping he'd forget about the one he'd wanted to show him.

u look at ur father's memes RIGHT NOW u little shit

-

A lot of the trees on this road were pines and other evergreens, but here and there were clusters of red and yellow and orange peeking through and leaking onto the pavement below. These became more frequent the closer they came to the heart of the city. As if to follow suit, the upcoming intersection's light transitioned from green, to yellow, to red; the car slowed to a stop at the edge of the crosswalk.

not the deep traffic light symbolism

-

A few pedestrians crossed as well; a woman in jogging pants walked her dog, a black Labrador that pulled on its leash. A couple of kids walked with their mom in the opposite direction, and stopped excitedly when they saw it. The dog also stopped, sniffing at their hands, but was pulled along by its owner, as were the kids by their mom.

the tyranny of adults knows no bounds 😔

-

Communication is a two-way street, and honesty is the first step." He chuckled lightly. "If none of the street signs said what they were supposed to, no one would get anywhere, right?"

wise. profound. poignant. silan u better be taking notes

-

His father turned to face him, arm resting on the steering wheel. "See ya later, kiddo. Have a good day."

"Didn't you just say I was a man?" Silan's hand guided his unclipped seatbelt back to its resting position against the wall of the car. "When are you gonna stop calling me kiddo?"

His dad let out a laugh and reached over to ruffle Silan's hair. "The day you stop being my kid."

"Dad…" he huffed, pulling open the car's mirror to fix and comb through it with his fingers.

🥺 CUTE...... i love silans dad 😭

-

"Oh- wait, before you go-" His dad was reaching around in his pocket, pulling out his phone. Silan relaxed back into his seat and let the door swing most of the way shut again, holding it back with the toe of his shoe.

After a second of fiddling and tapping, his dad grinned at whatever was displayed and turned his phone around to show Silan. It was a picture of a dog (a bloodhound) looking ashamedly up at the camera as behind it lay a mess of torn up bagels and what once must have been the plastic bag holding them, scattered all across the floor. In bold, all caps letters, words across the top and bottom of the image read, "IT WAS TERRIBLE… I SAW THE WHOLE THING HAPPEN."

[...]

He sighed.

The meme was just as lame as he'd known it would be.

I would appreciate silan's dad's memes JS

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Chaulden High operated on block scheduling; rather than the traditional day of six class periods [...] each day was labeled either Odd or Even [...] and the schedule would correspond with those labels. On Odd days, students attended class periods 1, 3 and 5, whereas Even days featured periods 2, 4 and 6.

SO glad to know the ins & outs of silan's schedule, v crucial information right here

-

Chris was a part of the group, too.

He was there now, laughing with them, giving Jimmy a high five. Wearing his green varsity jacket that he looked so unfairly good in. Grinning like someone was taking pictures for the cover of a magazine.

Silan was.

Taking pictures- with his mind. Limited print issue of Who's Silan Crushing On This Week? Headline, "It's Chris Again," with the five millionth burned-into-the-back-of-his-eyelids candid Chris he caught in the middle of class.

silan is the magazine's sole subscriber

-

He'd gone over his pictures when he finally got back to the journalism room, pulling them up in a slideshow. The sparrows in the bushes, the team through the fence, some of the individual members batting… What he hadn't expected were the group of photos after the ones he'd taken of Devon's slide.

Apparently when he'd fallen, he'd triggered the shutter, setting off the rapidfire multi-capture to document his fall- several blurred images of the dirt, the chain-link fence, one with a giant dark blob that might have been Chris' foot- it was a mess. Rhoden had laughed.

"Oh my god- I mean, sorry about your shoulder- but oh my god!"

Cameron had drifted over (laughter attracted them) and asked if they could have them- for "strictly professional purposes."

If it had been anyone else Silan would've said no. But he kind of wanted to see what they'd do with them.

lksjdkfndkgdk (cameron is the school's social media manager and illegally posts memes whenever they can get away w it)

-

Had Silan occupied any part of Chris' mind since yesterday's incident? Or had he already forgotten it completely, putting it out of his mind as a resolved situation? Was he still replaying the moment of impact in his memory over and over again? Did he even know who he'd knocked over?

silan wants to live rent free in chris' mind sooooooo bad

-

Actually, he definitely didn't care. And Silan didn't know why he should, either. Because again, Chris was part of the same friend group who played a game called "No Homo" and that's all the reason Silan should have needed to move on and put this whole "crush" business behind him.

But he couldn't- he was past the point of no return. Life was waving an enormous red flag in front of his face and he was imagining the two of them wrapping themselves up in it together and letting the night whisk them away.

romantic date ideas

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Chris, coming up beside him and stroking his hair. Brushing it out of his eyes. His knuckles sweeping feather-light down his cheek, coming around to rest beneath Silan's chin with the pad of his thumb sitting just below his lips, the nail of his thumb poking into the bottom just slightly…

How many points would a kiss win them?

[...]

This was stupid. This was getting him nowhere. He was in history class, he was taking notes. Chris was sitting on the other side of the room, also taking notes.

what if we were in history class and i was taking notes and you were also taking notes and we kissed and won sooo many points

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Chris sometimes did this. He drove an old-looking Toyota five-seater* that wasn't exactly…. sexy. Or it shouldn't have been, but Silan basically went rabid for everything Chris did, so him fantasizing about Chris driving him up to Makeout Point with a beautiful view of the city and the stars above in his shitty dented hand-me-down from grandpa car was basically par for the course. Chris could take him out on an electric scooter and Silan would swoon.

at least he's self aware

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Cameron was a junior, a year below them. [...] They hadn't been using their current pronouns back then; it wasn't until last year, their second year at Chaulden High, that they'd reintroduced themself to the club.

"Hi. A lot of you know me as Cameron, and that's still me. I'm not going anywhere, but my, uh. My pronouns are!"

They'd nodded to Mrs. Springet at her desk with the computer, and to the president off to the side, who flipped off the lights. The projector went on, and after taking a minute to load a title page reading "Pronouns: What Are They?" with a picture of an elderly man shrugging and looking very confused with various pronouns floating around his head appeared.

They'd then proceeded to give a three minute long slideshow presentation introducing the concept of non-binary gender and how it applied to them, ending in a final slide that featured a picture of a gender reveal cake that had "Boy or Girl?" written on it in icing that was crudely crossed out in shaky red lines and overlaid with text reading, "POR QUE NO LOS NEITHER" which had served as the backdrop to their official announcement of their new pronouns (they'd finished off with a party blower they'd pulled from their back pocket).

ICON!!!!!! release the full presentation NOW

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He couldn't help it- his mind kept drifting back to the GSA every time his focus slipped even a little, and the clock was very unhelpfully displayed right at the front of the room. It was impossible not to look. And every number the minute hand slipped past was another contributing to the sum total of his Fear Level (currently very high).

silan's stats page has a gauge labelled "Fear Level (very high)"

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Silan's last five minutes were spent praying that a wormhole would open up beneath him and pull him deep into its depths, spitting him out five trillion lightyears away to a place where his biggest worries would be "uh oh there's no air" and "oh god I'm going to die out here." At least it would take the choice out of his hands.

we've all been there u_u

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Maybe Cameron had written down the wrong room number by mistake- it was an easy one to make. [...]

Maybe the meeting day was actually Mondays, not Wednesdays, and Cameron had gotten that wrong, too. Maybe they'd gotten everything wrong. Like inviting Silan in the first place- that was definitely an accident, right? He should just leave now, save Cameron the embarrassment of having Silan show up when they'd never meant to invite him at all-

cameron reading this: o shit maybe i did get it wrong-

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As much as he dreaded the prospect of a group assignment, Silan couldn't help fantasizing about being grouped with Chris, about them hitting it off and trading contact info, meeting up outside of school, driving around in Chris' shitty car…

The Dream

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When the paper made it to Silan (the last in their group to sign), he stared dumbfoundedly at Chris' signature printed crookedly on one of the lines, like it could just melt away at any moment. Then he thought about stowing the paper away in his binder and copying everyone's names down on a different sheet to turn in, but that was definitely going too far.

Also, there was no way he could get away with it without anyone noticing.

he's out of CONTROL he needs to be STOPPED he's a menace!!!!! chris' shitty handwriting aint that special my dude!!!!!

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Besides those three, the only two left in the group were Silan, and… Chris.

Christopher Minez; local hottie, #1 player on Chaulden High's baseball team in Silan's heart and the minds of anyone with common sense, natural dork AND official hero who would jump into harm's way without a second thought to save any old schmuck without a clue (True Story, Emotional and Heartwarming).

While meanwhile…

Silan Scott; shy and insecure, stares at One Person way too often (mostly by accident but sometimes very Not), generally trying his best but entirely Too Gay For This, waving a white flag desperately to no avail.

wrestling match introductions

also im losing my fucking MIND

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"At least we got each other," Chris said, making Silan very nearly jump out of his fucking skin- but he was talking to Claire, who was fistbumping him victoriously.

LMFAO not the chris intimacy jumpscare

-

They both turned around to make smug faces at Jimmy across the room, who was now alone in his own group and also flipping them off in response.

Silan's white flag needed a white flag.

silan seeing chris acting like a dumbass: *clutching his chest* oh god. oh fuck *sinking to the floor* augh oof my bones oouuuuugh

-

On his other side, Amanda had just returned from handing in the paper with Chris' signature on it

U MEAN THE FUCKING SIGN IN SHEET

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Coach Wendell stood from his desk with all seven papers in hand, waving them around.

"Everyone come collect your group's paper," he said, [...]

Silan realized too late that this was his big chance, as Amanda had already gotten up again- she was too damn responsible. Let someone else take care of it, for christsake.

HES MAD LMAO REST IN PIECES SNOOZER

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"Anyone need a picture of this?" Amanda asked, holding their group's paper up; despite them having been the seventh one formed, a big "GROUP #5" had been scrawled in red ink across the top margin.

"Might as well," Claire said, accepting it. "My memory's shit."

"Same," Chris said, fishing out his phone as well.

"You just don't care enough to remember," Claire called him out.

"Fuckin' duh," Chris retorted. "Why the hell would I? God forbid I forget my group in History class."

"I need to save all my precious memory space for baseball facts," Claire mocked in a low-pitched impression of Chris' voice. She passed the paper over to him.

"Exactly!" Chris said, lining up his phone for the shot. "There are more important things in life- Coach would understand."

dumb!! stupid!!! silan do better

-

Chris passed the paper over to Silan, who made a snap decision- he turned to Amanda.

"Um, actually, do you mind if I hang onto this? My phone's, uh, out of memory."

OUTTA CONTROL!!!!!!! (there are worse lies he coulda told ig)

-

He held his breath, half expecting her to call his bluff and demand he pull it out to show her- but all she did was shrug and say, "Sure- 's all yours."

The inside of Silan's head was full of confetti cannons and lottery fanfare as he very nonchalantly slipped the paper into his binder's front pocket- and tried to ignore the creeping feeling that at this rate he'd end up making a full blown Chris Shrine in his bedroom. It was already a little…

No- the baseball had sentimental value. That much he could confidently argue. As for this paper…

Commemoration of the time he and Chris were on a group project together in History class…?

It was a stretch, fine. But Silan could get into yoga. He could do an entire gymnastics routine to justify this. He was doing one in his head right now. "5, 7, 3.5," the judges' scoreboards read- he'd take it.

im WHEEZING this entire passage just decked me like 8 times in a row what are u SAYING FKJSKGNKSDFK SOMEBODY STOP THIS LITTLE FREAK

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Everyone was getting up to rearrange the desks back into the usual rows they were in; Silan stood up to follow suit.

"Oh yeah, how's your shoulder, by the way?" came suddenly from his right and his heart leapt out of his chest and ran for the hills because holy fuck Chris was talking to him for real this time and he was in no way prepared.

"Oh! Um," Silan turned towards him partway but wasn't ready to fully commit with eye contact at this moment. "Good! It's fine." He tried to smile but probably just looked unhinged.

no no un-cross out that last sentence right now the world deserves to know The Truth (crossed out shit in this doc is a legit edit, not part of the actual text)

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"What happened to your shoulder?" Claire asked and oh god they were both talking to him now.

Before Silan could answer Chris said, "Collision at practice; he was too busy taking Mooner pics to notice the ball heading right towards him- so I had to jump in and catch it." He mimed a reenactment, hopping forward on one foot and throwing out his arm to grab hold of an imaginary ball.

"How heroic of you," Claire jeered.*

"I know, right?" Chris said proudly. "Woulda been toast without me." Silan was furiously trying and furiously failing not to blush. Chris' idiocy was, unfortunately, something that he found very endearing.

YEAH UNFORTUNATELY

-

The smallest 'thank you' was just budding on the edge of his lips when the bell rang, cutting him off before he could even try. Everyone immediately went for the door. Claire and Chris merged in with the other guys and disappeared with the crowd. Silan sighed.

"Thanks," he murmured to himself as he followed behind. He'd forgotten to say it the day of.

STOP THIS IS SO SAD alexa,

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ok i FEEL like this is about 2/3 of the way through, probably, so i'll end this here & the next post should be the last one??? i truly don't remember where i ended off last year writing this so it'll be a fun adventure for both of us. i can remember at least 2 and a half upcoming scenes so if theres any more then that'll be a fun surprise :)

#bro it's 10pm there's NO SHOT i'll finish this reread And write SHIT for day 1 of nnwm 💀 #we just started & it's over orz #i did everything i could. i even took like an hour & a half break to read webtoons that's how dedicated i am #thinking about her...... (the character design i was working on yesterday and would definitely rather be getting back into rn) #motivation at an All Time High folks!!!!! #(it's over) #retag later #nnwm blogging #im outta my gourd why is it november im BUSY #new technique: drawing w one hand writing w the other. yall seen that video of the person drawing 8 portraits at once. i can do that too #listening to audio book versions of webtonsi need to go. i need to leaqve now bye

[hakkais-hoe]

Hiii! Resending my ask!! its kinda crack but Bonten rookies ends up kidnapping a menace to society instead of their rich target. Basically the reaction of Sanzu, Mikey, Rin and Ran (if you can) as she escapes her handcuffs and instead of leaving, she starts living in the storage rooms and basically Home Alone style pranks and messes with them.

its not exact lol I hope you get what I mean from this and the old one. >~<

Thank you for re sending it bby so sorry I lost it 😭😭hope this is okay love 🥰

So we’ve got a silly little scenario to start then hcs for each guy

Age Rating: none, platonic relationships if that

Warnings: swearing, 100% crack, petty salty men, Sanzu being Sanzu, potential gore in pranks, she/her pronouns, kidnapping.

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Mochi:“You got the wrong girl you fucking morons!”

Rin:“What?”

Sanzu: “No no that’s definitely the right one we had a picture!”

Koko: “You’re pointing at the wrong fuckin bitch you stupid little shit!”

Ran: “Oh noooo Sanzu the fuckin dye has ruined ya tiny brain even more!”

Sanzu: “Shut the fuck up Haitani.”

Rin: “Don’t speak to my bro like that you basic bitch. Not our fault you’re clearly blind.”

You: “Hey hey hey, let’s not fight boys! I’m just excited to be here but, uh, think I broke your cuffs accidentally… sorry…”

Cue round of: “eh” “huh” “what that fuck” n “put em back on you little shit”

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Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

Baby’s like ‘huh?’

Very confused but kinda impressed

Probably asks if you want a job 😭

Leaves random snacks in the building so you can find them

Does not enjoy the pranks, gets salty af

Once walked straight into one of your ‘chicken trap’ pranks n spent half the day pulling feathers off himself

Very angry

10/10 would probably shoot you after that (if he could find you)

Stops leaving you snacks after that

Doesn’t prank ya back cos he’s lazy

Thinks you must be on some of Sanzus pills

Tries to get you to leave.

Rannabell Haitani

Very impressed tells you to put em back on n do it slowly so he can see it

Follows you around by looking for food wrappers

Plants random confetti explosion traps for you to stand on

Hates your pranks but will 100% get back at you in the best way

Please set traps on his meeting chair I beg

Plays out any prank you pull on him like he expected it, you tamper with the springs in his chair for an important meeting n it crashes down as soon as he sits down

Best believe that man is gonna sit on that tiny chair with just his head looking over the table like he wanted it

Definitely says “awe can wee keep her? I’ve always wanted a gremlin.”

Sanzu ‘the bitch’ Haruchiyo

Ask you to show him how to do it then gets locked in the cuffs n has to have them broken to get out

Is the one to remind Ran not to feed you after 11

Throws knives at any noise he hears to try and catch you

Practically a game of cat n mouse

Despises your pranks cos they usually happen when he’s absolutely fucked on summat so he thinks it’s the end of the world

Sits in the dark to try catch you

100% a demon

Falls victim to the nails on the stairs shit, he was very glad he had a thick pair of combat boots on that day

Still cried m whined about it for weeks

Wants to get rid of you cos he’s annoyed you keep managing to escape

Does go and get the actual target at some point

Rindou ‘idgaf’ Haitani

Not impressed he could do it too ( or so he claims) tells you to put them back on n sit tf down

Doesn’t give two shits until you decide to prank him by putting a bucket of sticky slime and foam on his office door

Cue a furious slime covered Rindou barrelling through the corridors looking for your gremlin arse

Can and will put ‘is this yours’ fliers up with a picture of your face and probably a reward for collecting you

Would like to play whack-a-mole with you ngl

Violent tendencies to a maximum

Doesn’t cope well at all is an angry little shit

Bored angry baby

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Taglist: @loonashadow @honeybachira @soushswag @bontensbabygirl @haitink @roppongiperfume @wakasagurl @sunahyejin @reiners-milkbiddies

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their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

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