#chubby newt

[newtkive]

pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

#the maze runner #the maze runner fanfic #tmr #tmr newt #newt x reader #newt imagine #the maze runner newt x reader #the maze runner newt imagine #the maze runner newt #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie-sangster #thomas brodie sangster x reader #dylan o'brien #reader insert #text au #modern au #newt x reader au #fanfic #the maze runner imagine #newt tmr #thomas brodie-sangter x reader #hi #idk #reader is funny #kind of a self insert obvi #tbs #tbs x reader #tbs imagine #thomas the maze runner

[obey-me-disaster]

Hello! May I request Beel with the NSFW alphabet? I need my boy ❤️‍🔥

How I have been waiting for someone to request Beel for the NSFW alphabet

It's clear that I have a clear bias for Beel...

Warning: NSFW

Beelzebub x gn!MC

A=After care

It's one of the rare moments when he feels full so he will be more focused on getting you cleaned up, giving you water/food and anything else you might need. He also gets some food for himself so he would not have to leave your side when his gluttony takes hold of him once again.

For his after care he doesn't want you to leave him for a while. Even if you have to go fetch water/snacks/something to clean him off he would rather go with you.

B=Body part

He works out a lot to keep in shape so he loves all of his body but if he had to pick his favourite part, it would be his arms. They are big, strong, he uses them to embrace and protect his loved once.

On you he loves your tummy. It doesn't matter if you have a sick pack, if you're chubby or anything in between, he loves to put his head on it. He may or may not also love to see the slight bulge in it when he fucks you.

C=Cum

His cum is thick and it slightly changes the way it tastes depending on what he is eating. Usually it's just slightly salty but sometimes it has a bitter after taste to it.

He has a slight preference of cumming inside of you since he finds it satisfying but has no problem of doing it somewhere else.

For him, he loves to swallow your cum. He could sit on his knees between your legs and suck your dick/eat you out all day if you would let him.

D=Dirty secret

Remember that cream puff accident during lessons 21-22? When he literally licked the cream off your fingers? Well despite the effects of Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup disappearing he went straight to his room to jack off thinking off all the places left from where he could lick the cream puff. He is too ashamed to admit to this.

E=Experience

When he was an angel he used to go down to the human world with Belphie and Lilith quite often. I am just saying, he probably fooled around with a human or two as an angel.

After the fall and becoming a demon he probably had another partner or two but things never really worked out.

He has the basic knowledge on how to pleasure you but he is hella rusty and can be quite clumsy.

F=Favourite position

Any position that is comfortable for you is on the first place for him. He is strong and could easily lift you and move you around, so no position is hard for him.

He does have a bit of a weakness of you being on top. Missionary where you are the one to fuck him, cowgirl, revers cowgirl, are some examples of what he likes.

G=Goofy

He is goofy without meaning to, especially at first when he is still kind of clumsy. He also ask some really innocent questions that make you giggle.

He also tries to be extra serious sometimes to impress you but ends up being all smiles after 2 minutes at most.

H=Hair

He remembers to trim it every once in a while...you'll have to tell him to take better care of himself in that aspect

I=Intimacy

He is so sweet and gentle and tries to be romantic most of the times. In his 2022 birthday UR he takes MC out on an expensive date cause he trying to be romantic and impress and depending on the choice they fuck too

One thing is for sure, you'll always feel safe and comfortable with him. He is always making sure you're feeling good and keeps on praising you.

J=Jack off

Not that often, he usually does it when he is in the shower cause he has to share his room with Belphie.

Even after you two get together, he doesn't do it often since he prefers to have sex with you instead.

K=Kink

The most obvious and popular, food play. It's been said again and again by everyone in the fandom and even shown in the game. He would love to lick syrups and creams off of you and leave a small bite here and there. What I will add to this, is that he would love if you would do that to him too.

Another obvious one, size kink. Even if you're the same height as his human form you are smaller than his demon one.(and in my mind they have multiple forms, each being more demonic than the other). He loves being able manhandle you, he thinks it's fun. He also likes that he is able to literally engulf you when he hugs you.

He has an oral fixation, it's obvious. Even outside of sex he likes to chew on you. Not as in trying to eat or anything. He also likes to leave marks and hickeys everywhere on your body. He would be absolutely thrilled if you would do the same thing to him. The feeling of your mouth on his body is one of the best.

He also likes praise. The whole time he will praise for how good you feel, how good you make him, about how much he loves your body and most importantly how much he loves you. He gets pretty shy when he does this so he tries to hide his face. He gets even more embarrassed in the best way possible if you would praise him too. He also gets the cutest blush on his face when you do so.

He is the avatar of gluttony, the whole sin relies on being over indulgent and because of that I believe he is into overstimulation. Even when he is sensitive beyond his limit he still feels like he needs more, it's one of the few times he actually moans for good. How could anyone not indulge him when he sounds so pretty. By contrast, the best way to punish him is to edge him.

I nearly forgot about the breeding kink. I don't think he is even aware of that. This is kink is also the reason why he feel so satisfied when cumming inside of you, even if you can't get pregnant. He still has yet to connect the dots.

L=Location

His prefered locations are your room and his room if he knows Belphie will be out for a while. He mainly prefers those places cause they are comfortable and have some privacy. they would probably have more privacy in an empty classroom or a changing room in a mall than in MC's room

Other locations I would see wanting to fuck are in the kitchen and in the locker room after he won a match of Fangol.

M=Motivation

Him licking food off your body, even if it starts innocent.

Not always, but feeding him/feeding you while you sit in his lap turns him. Most of the time it just makes him feel love but on rare occasions he finds himself getting honry too.

If you're the type to work out/play a sport, seeing you all sweaty and worked up turns him. Suddenly he understands why you're always so happy to record him while he is at the gym

N=No

I don't see him being into painful stuff outside of biting. On him is a no and on you...it depends on what you ask but he takes his time thinking about it.

Degrading his also a thing I don't see him enjoying. If you do that to him it will get him out of the mood. If you want it, it would take a while until he gets it right and he still doesn't go too far with it.

O=Oral

He prefers giving by far. He likes receiving too, it's just that he loves giving oral. He loves nothing more than to get to taste your cum and make you feel good. He gets to both taste you and hear you moan? Double win in his books. He sometimes gets too lost in the way he tastes that he might overstimulate you by accident. Some gentle tugs on his hair should be enough to get his attention.

P=Pace

He really tries to be slow and sensual, especially when he is trying to be romantic but it always evolves into him fucking you at a faster pace and being a little rough. He does it without meaning and is always apologetic if he was too rough on you.

If you're the one fucking him, he prefers a faster and rougher pace. It's like he can never get enough of how good you make him feel so he always begs for more.

Q=Quickie

At first he didn't think he would like, cause he always thought he would like to take his time with you, until you two do it in the changing rooms of his gym. Completely changed his opinion on them.

R=Risk

He is pretty open minded and unless it sounds like something he would absolutely not do he is open to try nearly anything. It also helps he has a weakness for you, so it's easy to try and convince him to try new stuff.

S=Stamina

Peak physical form and the personification of gluttony. His stamina is insane even by demon standards. He just keeps on going even when he is getting overstimulate it. He usually goes at it until you can't go anymore or he gets satisfied.

T=Toys

He probably got one or two from Asmodeus as some kind of joke gift...but knowing Asmo he was probably serious. For a long while he even forgot about them until you stumbled by them by accident. It was a collar and a dildo.

He has no problem if you want to use them or even get more, tho he will be a little lost first on how to use them.

U=Unfair

He doesn't even mean to tease you. Going shirtless around the house, asking you to film his work out routines, wearing gray sweatpants that hang a little too low. You swear he is doing it on purpose but it's all by accident. He can't say he minds the way you look at him. He couldn't really tease you for good cause he would always give in into what you want.

He can be a little bit oblivious if you try to tease you, so more direct routes work better. Wear more revealing clothing, be extra touchy with him when you try to feed him.

V=Volume

Not really loud. For the most part he groans and pants. The closer he gets to his orgasm you can hear him moan. If you seriously want him to be loud overstimulate it, that's when he really moans.

W=Wild card

He wants to have sex in the locker rooms right after winning a Fangol match. And when I say right after I mean, I am talking about him not even having time to change or take a shower and still being full of energy. Tho that is pretty hard cause his team mates will be around

X=X-ray

Has the 2nd biggest dick out of the entire cast, only behind Diavolo, around 10.4 inches and veiny a bit around the head and more towards the base. It also slightly curves to left.

In his demon form it doesn't grow too much in length but girth. It also has some 'scales' all around it. They can slightly open up and while they look painful they are far from that.

Y=Yearning

A little above average for demon since getting together with you. He isn't the most interested in sex outside of relationships so once he gets with you, he suddenly thinks about it way more than in the past.

Z=Zzz

It's pretty rare for him to fall asleep right after sex since more often than not he has plenty of energy left in him. It doesn't help that since he actually feels full, he wants to enjoy that feeling as much as he can

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me beelzebub headcanons #obey me beelzebub x reader

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

Letters to G. Weasley. [g.w. x reader]

Inspired by Letters to Milena.

You left me in that beautiful heap of dazzles and brilliance; your recalcitrance with your brother— just to send a message.

Do you know how I felt when I saw what you left in the sky on the morning of my NEWTS; your farewell to Hogwarts while we were all stuck under the authoritarian regime of that daft pink woman.

I was so, so, so devastated.

I spent my nights crying, you git. You didn't tell me you were leaving.

- Y/N, May 14, 1996.

***

Dear George,

I've come to peace with you after ignoring all your owls. Yes, I'm writing back to you. Yes, I've decided to address you, unlike my last letter, if you still have it.

Even though I dearly, passionately, and remarkably hate you; I still miss your voice.

I've graduated from Hogwarts and I'm joining the Ministry. Has your shop been doing well? Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, was it? Never mind that I'll get straight to the point. No more preamble.

I'd like to see you, if you'd wish to, of course. I've moved on from that undesirable spring.

I fully understand if you wish not to. You can be a man of deep-seated grudges, after all.

I'll leave it up to you, and I most favourably look forward to your reply.

Yours,

Y/N, June 21, 1997

***

George.

It's been a rough month. I know it's been tougher for you, too. Is your ear, or lack thereof, okay? From what I understand from your letter, you're currently hiding in Sirius Black's family's manor with The Order, and the Burrow's gone? I cannot fathom this.

The Dark Lord, Cedric's death in 6th year, I thought it was all a nightmare. Now it's very much real. Please, take care of yourself. It's been hectic here in the Ministry. I've been drinking Pepper-Up potions every two days just to feel alive.

Please, please, please, I cannot stress this enough, take care of yourself.

I love you.

Yours,

Y/N, August 2, 1997.

***

George.

Please, let me join The Order. I know I can handle it. I want to, I need to, join the battle against Voldemort. Let me help.

He took away everything we've loved dearly. It's only a matter of time until he strikes all of us down.

Please, reply as soon as you can.

I love you dearly.

Yours,

Y/N, August 14, 1997.

***

George Weasley.

With your lack of response, I'm going to assume you're not letting me join The Order. Or are you dead?

For the love of Merlin, let me in. I need to know you're okay. I spent nights thinking of the worst possible scenarios; what if you've all been found by Voldemort? What if I never get to see you again?

Please, at least reply. Even one single word. Anything, just to know you're alive.

I know the Ministry's hot on Potter's tail right now, so if you ever read this, please send my regards to him. I've seen the way Fudge hides away in his office. The man's out of his mind, rambling about how Voldemort isn't back.

Diagon Alley shut down. Ollivander's gone. Your shop's... Seen better days.

Oh, how I wish to go back to halcyon days. Reply, please.

I love you.

Yours,

Y/N, August 29, 1997.

***

My dearest, George,

As soon as Errol came swooping by my window, I got up, drank my milk, and wrote to you.

I understand why you won't let me join, it's dangerous. I understand completely. But please, don't leave me in the dark. It's been two months since I last saw you, don't you think I at least deserve to know what's happening?

Merlin, you lost an ear. You're just like that Muggle painter, don't you know? I don't want to lose you spiralling in the raging sea of war.

It isn't easy for anyone right now, and I understand you're just trying to get by. Apropos of your nightmares, I'll send you Dreamless Sleep potions by Owl soon. I've brewed them a few months prior because I, too, have been plagued with nightmares.

The world's in a dark place right now. Please, take care of yourself.

I love you.

Yours,

Y/N, September 2, 1997.

***

Dearest George,

Amidst the never-ending darkness, I got myself a cat. She's a chubby ginger tabby cat, and in the envelope is a picture of us together. I've recently taken up Muggle photography to get my mind off things; though Muggle cameras aren't as capable as magical cameras, they have this certain charm to them. They remind me a lot of you, actually.

The cat's still unnamed, so I'm leaving the task of naming her to you.

How are the potions? Are they helping? You didn't mention them in your letter, so I thought to ask you.

I miss you, dearly. Come home soon.

Yours,

Y/N, October 14, 1997.

***

George.

Please, for the love of fuck, tell me you're alive.

News of Death Eater attacks are all over the Prophet. I'm still safe and sound, but where are you?

Word is going around in the Ministry that a second wizarding war may break out any time soon.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Write back.

Y/N, April 29, 1998.

***

George.

I'm fighting in the war.

Wait for me, my love.

Yours,

Y/N, May 2, 1998

***

#george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #battle of hogwarts #letters to milena #george weasley oneshot #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #letters to george #angst #wizarding war

[vinililacart]

This is just for practice, study and fun! I hate this arrogant, immature and disrespectful mentality of "i fixed it" "mine is better" etc and i don't want to be associated with them.

Marcy re-imagined! (edit video link) notes in read more

- I made the colors more saturated to match my art style and made her slightly chubby

- I changed the hue of green on her uniform, to match the color of the gem more

- I gave the Amphibia outfit more green, changed the belt accessory to a shell, and since she is in Newtopia I gave her a fancy skirt without sewn parts

- Since in the Sasha vs Darcy fight Marcy bled green and Matt Braly explained that "Her blood was green because while she was in the rejuvenation tank, nanobots were added inside her to repair the damage from the sword. These nanobots give the green color and that the nanobots will eventually dissapear from her blood, so some time after the events of Amphibia, Marcy's blood returned to its regular red color.", so I wanted to play with it a little more. I gave her newts eyes, another consequence of the rejuvenation tank. The green blood and non-human eyes will take much longer to disappear

- I created a new uniform for her new school. The rejuvenation tank managed to revive Marcy from death, but she still had her spine affected and lost the movement of her legs (she was able to use her legs in the season finale because of the rejuvenation tank, she was possessed by the Core and the effect of the gems). I added some stickers that she had in her diary to make the wheelchair more her personality

- After 10 years, her eyes are returning to being like human eyes, the sclera is lighter but still greenish. Now, with a lot of treatment, she has managed to regain some movement in her legs, but she needs crutches and a wheelchair, as she is an ambulatory wheelchair user. And I gave her clothes a little more green, and new stickers too! And a lesbian pin! I gave her a hidden disabilities sunflower lanyard since I headcanon her as autistic. Her earrings are green, pink and blue, representing the calamity trio

#my edit #amphibia #marcy wu #re-imagined

[thenasoneshots]

Sirius Oneshot - It's the Inside that Counts

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff?

Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)

Reader's Relations: Newt’s granddaughter (don’t ask how this works, I just wanted it to be a thing in this oneshot, because he’s best boy and it kind of works)

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: Bullying

Other notes: The reader is slightly chubby in this. Also in this, your parents died when you were young, so you live with Newt and Tina.

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“Really? You honestly thought I’d want to date you when you look like that?” I tried to hold back the tears as my, now, ex-boyfriend kicked me to the curb metaphorically, continuing to say hurtful words, another girl hanging onto his arm, “You’re dumber than I thought. I was just using you because of your family.” And with that, he walked off, the girl following next to him, laughing. I sighed and stood up trying not to let the tears fall as I made my way back up to the common room. When I got up to my dorm, I sat down on my bed and sighed, taking my robe off so I was more comfortable, and laid down on my stomach, finally letting the tears fall.

That was when I started to hear small squeaks and I felt a small weight on my head. I let out a small giggle and lifted my hand, allowing the bowtruckle to step on before I brought my hand to my face, “Hello there. Did you stow away in my robes?” The small green creature looked down refusing to make eye contact and I giggled, “At least you’ve been found, Pickett.” I sighed, placed him down on my pillow and wiped my eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing as I reached into my bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. I immediately started writing to my grandfather to let him know that Pickett was safe and hadn’t been stolen/harmed. Once I was done, I folded it up and let Pickett up on my shoulder before leaving the dorm, and heading up to the owlery.

“(Y/n)? Where are you going?”

“Owlery,” I replied in a monotone voice, refusing to look at Jen as I knew how observant she was and that she’d be able to tell I’d been crying from my face if she hadn’t by my tone of voice, “You’ve been crying. You can tell me what’s up, you know that, right?” I nodded, “Thank you, but it doesn’t matter. Now can I continue up to the owlery please?” She narrowed her eyes and let me go causing me to sigh in relief. I really didn’t want her to find out that William had broken up with me as I knew she’d tell the Marauders because of how protective they were of me. They didn’t need to be, it wasn’t like I was related to any of them, they just decided they were going to protect me for some reason. Once I’d sent the letter off to my grandparents, I walked outside and sat down by a tree by the Black Lake as it was just after dinner and curfew wasn’t for a few more hours and the outside air helped me to think better.

—------------------SIRIUS’ POV

“It was hilarious! You should have been there Prongs, his face was priceless.”

“Mate, shh. Is that.. Look it is! Where’s (Y/n) though?”

I looked up from my food to see William walking into the Great Hall, a random Slytherin hanging onto his arm looking as sneaky as ever.

“I swear to Godric if that git broke up with her, I’ll have is head.”

“Pads, calm down we know you like her.”

“Oh shut it, Prongs, you’d be the same if someone had done the same to your precious Lily” I retorted. Before James could reply, I felt a presence next to me and I looked up to see Bella.

“Have you seen (Y/n)?” I asked, curious as to where she was as she and Bella were normally inseparable, but Bella just shook her head, “Sorry, Sirius. I haven’t seen her since Transfiguration ended, but if I see her this evening, I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait a minute, I have an idea.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Moony?”

“Just, give me a minute.”

Without another word, he spun around in his seat to face the Hufflepuff table, directly where Jen was sitting, “Jen, have you seen (Y/n)?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I saw her going up to the owlery before dinner. She looked like she’d been crying but refused to tell me why. If she’s not in her dorm or the common room, then I don’t know. Wait a minute, why didn’t you guys just use that map of yours? Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about it.”

Moony thanked her and turned around as we all banged our heads on the table, “Why didn’t we think of the map? When we get back up we’re checking that map and finding where she is.”

------------------------YOUR POV

“Alright Pickett, you can sit on my head,” I muttered as the bowtruckle refused to go back in my pocket, “But you’ve got to hide when I go back inside, “Okay?”

Pickett just stuck his tongue out at me and blew a raspberry, “I thought you were taught not to do that. If you’re discovered, then it’ll mean bad news for me. Please, work with me-”

“(Y/n)?”

At the sound of my name, I quickly took Pickett off my head, hiding him behind my back and turned to the person, “Oh, Sirius, hey, what are you doing out here?”

“I wanted to talk, have you been crying?” he asked, reaching out and taking my hand in his, which I didn’t reject, surprising him as every other time he’d tried to make physical contact with me, I’d pushed him away. I sighed and nodded, releasing my grip on Pickett before placing him back on my head and wiping my eyes with my now free hand, “Y-yeah. Promise not to tell anyone else?” Sirius nodded and I took a deep breath, “William broke up with me. Told me he was just using me because of my family and that ‘no one would want to date someone who looked like me’. He then called me fat, along with a load of other hurtful stuff and then walked off,” I spoke, the tears coming back to my eyes again, this time I just let them fall, only stopping when I felt Sirius wiping them, “(Y/n), please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry, it makes me cry when you’re upset and don’t believe anything that jerk says, you’re perfect the way you are.”

“He’s right though, Sirius. No one would want to date me, I am fat-” I was cut off when he placed a finger to my lips, “Do not say that about yourself in my presence. You are not fat, (Y/n). You are perfect, and I know one person who would want to date you.”

“W-who?” I asked, looking up at him. Instead of replying, he took my cheek in his hand and bent down to my level, kissing me, “Me.” I felt my face turn bright red and I blinked, bringing my hand up to my lips once he’d stepped back a little, “Y-you? You’d want to date me?”

“I-if you wanted to date me back, then yeah. I’ve been in love with you since 3rd year, (Y/n). You know how Prongs used to go on and on about Lily before she finally gave in and started dating him?” I nodded and Sirius continued, “Well, Moony told me I was the exact same with you. Apparently, I wouldn’t shut up about you and complain about that git of a boyfriend you had whenever I could. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a nose to go and break.”

I giggled and grabbed his hand before he got too far from me, “I-if you’re serious that you’d want to date me, honestly, I’d be lucky to be the one to have grabbed your attention. I like you too, Sirius.”

That stopped him in his tracks, and he turned back towards me, grabbing my upper arms and kissing me again, “I would be the lucky one, (Y/n). I love you so much.”

“I-I love you too, Sirius. Are you sure I’m not too chubby for you to date?”

He shook his head, “No. You are perfect the way you are, how many times do I have to say it? It’s what’s on the inside that counts, not what you look like. I love you for the way you act and your personality, not what you look like.” At that moment Pickett jumped off my head and onto Sirius’ hand, causing me to smile, “It looks like Pickett approves, please don’t tell any of our professors he’s here. Honestly, he stowed away on my robes, or well, in my clothes in general.”

“I won’t don’t worry, (Y/n). I’d never do anything to get you into trouble.”

“Thank you. I love you, Sirius.”

-----------------------------END OF ONESHOT

Hehe, more Sirius fluff.

#sirius x reader #x reader #female reader #Marauders x reader #Jily mentioned #sirius black #chubby reader

[polaroid-paranoid]

General Pyro Headcanons!

Despite their more or less "childish" demeanor around the mercs, they're rather intelligent, and quite responsible when there's not so many people around; such as when they're around Engineer, they often help Engineer design machines and all the such!

If Pyro were to ever get ahold of a phone they would be the type to unironically spam emojis in their texts; along with having absolutely horrid spelling.

Despite their horrid spelling, however; they're amazing at math, and incredibly interested in science (more specifically anatomy and biology), whereas they'll often go to Medic to learn more about the human body with absolute rapt attention!

They know how to cook foods from all different sorts of cultures; although they're all specifically spicy, almost intolerably so, and really the only people that can even HANDLE to eat their food is Heavy, Demoman, and Engineer.

I'm really not all too sure as to WHAT their zodiac sign may be, but I'm just going to say it's one of the fire signs (I'd say either a Capricorn (yes, that's an Earth Sign) or Sagittarius).

Their favorite flower is anything that reminds them of flames, lest it be Celosias, Gloriosa Lilies, Poppies, or Firecracker Flowers (all of yellow, orange, and red varieties, however. Anything else and it won't quite catch their attention as these flowers do)!

English wasn't exactly their first language (their first language being Spanish), and had really only learned the most basic of English in order to get into working as a mercenary.

Underneath their suit, as opposed to what most would think being that they practically live within flames for a living; they're actually a bit chubby!

They give the BEST hugs dear goodness, they're like a rubber, ash-covered blanket (such an analogy wasn't the best, but they give incredible hugs)!

Their favorite animals are surprisingly amphibians, although they especially love fire-bellied newts due to it reminding them of, well, fire!

They're terribly allergic to dogs, and has terrible sneezing fits if they were to ever take their mask off around one; and they despise such an allergy as they find dog to be absolutely adorable.

They get into a cat-like fit whenever they're near water, like hissing, jumping onto someone, and even doing a weird 'clawing' motion as would a cat.

I headcanon them to be around mid-to late 20's, if not early 30's, as they seem much too energetic for the likes of anyone older.

I have so, so many drafts to work on, so I apologize for the lack of posts!

#🔥❤️‍🔥🕯 #🗣️🗞️ #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 #team fortress two #tf2 mercs #tf2 pyro #pyro tf2 #pyro #team fortress pyro #pyro tf2 headcanons #dear lord help me

[ideasatemynights]

I headcanon that newt used to be self conscious about his weight but stopped caring after awhile

Oh yeah definitely, I 100% agree with that!! I've thought A Lot about Newt's relationship with his weight as someone who's fat irl and is also pretty similar to him in personality according to irl people I know, which definitely leads to the Projection. Some general sorts of headcanons about this (warning for internalized fatphobia, disordered eating, and just a fair amount of self hatred below. Also I wrote this in one big block in the middle of the night, so it's going to be kind of incoherent.):

☆Absolutely is someone who's always been naturally chubby/fat. He didn't really think anything of it when he was really little because he looks like his dad and uncle and they're so cool and he loves them so much!! He was always more focused on catching cool bugs and playing Godzilla with his dad and uncle anyway.

☆Once he got to be a little bit older in school, he definitely started feeling insecure. He already had a target painted on his back because he was too smart, too loud, too passionate, too rude, basically too ND for all the other kids and even the teachers (not helped by the fact that he was always ahead in school), so his classmates absolutely started picking on him for his weight and probably his height too. Because of all of that, he started feeling really bad about his body and wishing that he looked different.

☆This also intersects with my HCs about Newt being trans and his relationship with his mom. His mom was the only person in his family who was more thin and conventionally attractive and because he was AFAB, before he came out she basically just wanted to use him as a doll to parade around and show off on the rare occasions she actually saw him and because of that she tended to be critical of a lot of aspects of his appearance. There was a lot of her fussing over him and telling him that he should diet, grow his hair out, be more proper and less messy, dress more feminine, etc, which didn't help his self esteem. Once he came out as trans, she basically just stopped talking to him altogether.

☆There's also a lot of fatphobia in trans spaces, medical gatekeeping based on weight, belief that fat people can never be read as their correct gender, lack of gender affirming products for fat trans people, etc, which also doesn't help.

☆Once he started at MIT (probably around 15 based on canon info??), he was even more in the spotlight because he was known very publicly as a prodigy, was in a lot of news articles and stuff, won a lot of awards, etc, which added a whole other layer of scrutiny from the public to his appearance. He was also pretty isolated from same age peers because of it, so when he did get to socialize with them, his naturally poor social skills were even more atrophied because of it. Because of that, he was subjected to even more weight based bullying than he would have been otherwise, which did an additional number on his self esteem.

☆When Newt started writing with Hermann, he never would have admitted it, but he was kind of happy that Hermann couldn't see him. He had kind of reached a point where he assumed anyone would immediately write him off because of his appearance and particularly his weight and he was so happy to finally be able to make a friend who couldn't dismiss him based on the way he looked. He knew that Hermann could definitely find pics of him online, but he was hoping that the relationship he built through writing would cancel out the way he looked (obviously a super unhealthy thought process, but uhhh). The fact that the first healthy relationship Newt had ever had with a peer was also with a guy who didn't originally know what he looked like also unintentionally reinforced some bad body image stuff.

☆When Newt figured out he was falling in love with Hermann, he was even more terrified of Hermann learning what he looked like. Like he hadn't had a good track record with making friends or people affirming his appearance in the past, but he uhhhh especially hadn't had a good track record with romance. He had been rejected a lot and when someone had gone out with him, they were clearly using him for easy make out sessions and the sort, while not really caring for his personality or appearance in the slightest (and oftentimes making digs at them). Newt was certain Hermann wouldn't do that, but he was still convinced that the only way someone could like him was despite his weight and he was terrified that Hermann wouldn't like him enough for his personality to cancel out the difference (once again, not true and definitely unhealthy, but he's having a real bad time).

☆So they finally meet in person and it goes poorly. It had nothing to do with Newt's appearance and logically he knows that, but there's still some small deeply unkind part of him that's convinced that Hermann took one look at him and decided he was too fat and ugly to even consider staying in contact with, much less dating.

☆(In actuality, Hermann took one look at him and instantly thought that he was the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life. He desperately wanted to press Newt up against the wall and grab his love handles and kiss every inch of his mouth and face and neck and chest he could get his hands on. Being Hermann, he was deeply mortified by having such lewd thoughts about a colleague, especially one so obviously attractive to him, which definitely contributed to them both being incredibly awkward and off their game while meeting.)

☆By this point, I think Newt's in a really bad place mentally with his body and his relationship with his weight, so I think he ends up in a depressive episode for a while. This has the side effect of killing his appetite and so he ends up losing some weight which is really not physically healthy for him, but he feels a sick sort of pleasure in anyway. When he meets back up with Hermann when they're both stationed in HK, Hermann is still fucking pissed at him (just as Newt is likewise), but he's also legitimately worried about Newt because he doesn't look well by the standards of his body. Hermann ends up eventually asking about it, which only pisses Newt off and honestly brings up a fuckton of trauma for him and also causes Newt to believe that Hermann really is disgusted with him and his body.

☆As the war rages on and rations get tighter and they start working longer and longer hours, Newt loses even more weight which once again causes a sick sort of pleasure in him, despite logically knowing as a biologist that this is in fact very very bad for him and his body. He never intentionally tries to restrict food or lose weight, but he can't help feeling some pleasure at being so much more thin than he's used to. By the time the movie starts, he looks like he actually does in it, where he's soft around the edges, but not fat anymore. Hermann doesn't bring it up both because it's the result of the last days of war and because last time Newt got very upset, but he watches from the sidelines and is very worried about him.

☆When Newt drifts with Hermann, there's a lot of surprise on Newt's end that not only does Hermann like him and not only is Hermann actually in love with, but Hermann actually likes his body in its natural form when it's treated well. In fact, Newt is kind of stunned at how attracted Hermann was to him at their first meeting and the fact that while Hermann would be attracted to him at any weight, Hermann definitely distinctly prefers him fat and healthy and happy. This also causes Newt to realize that Hermann was legitimately concerned about him when he asked about his eating habits, etc, and that maybe the way Hermann treats him is the way he should have been treated all along.

☆Now this obviously doesn't fix everything in one go because a lifetime of trauma doesn't just go away overnight, but going to mandated therapy post war helps, along with a healthy relationship with Hermann, more time to relax, the ending of rationing and the entire world recovering, etc. He eventually gains all of his original weight back and then some and Hermann is so fucking in love with his incredibly handsome sexy fat husband and his wonderful mind and personality. Like don't get me wrong, they're still complete bitches to one another, but they adore each other and work through their insecurities together and it's wonderful.

Once again, I'm writing this at 3 am, so I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense. Also forgive me for the huge block of text, you unlocked A Thing I Go Insane About.

#tiegan talks #answered asks #pacific rim posting #newt geiszler #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #newmann #<-also just for the future you might want to block these tags if youre following/mutuals with me because we're friends #and you dont want to see me lose it and have an epic autism moment over my Very Niche In 2023 Special Interest

[koishua]

⟡ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟐𝟏𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 ─── park jay

synopsis ─── at seven years old, heather brown finds a friend in jay jeongseong park. at ten years old, she realizes that she found a lifelong partner in him. at eighteen years old, she wishes that she had told him she loved him for the first and last time (she does not—could not, of anything— and it's all because she can't live a life without daniel yeonjun choi).

starring ─── daniel yeonjun choi. heather nabeom brown, a female original character. jay jeongseong park. additionally, beomgyu choi, sunghoon park and heeseung lee.

genre ─── angst, childhood best friends to almost lovers, drama, hurt/comfort.

length ─── 10,019k words (part one)

warnings ─── mentions of hospitals, illnesses and death, some minor scenes depicting familial issues.

author's note ─── (heads up not edited whatsoever we die like newt.) damn. this has been brewing in my docs for exactly two years and i have rewritten it countless times and waz unsatisfied each time and couldn't finish it. im sort of very tired of it just sitting there, so here i am, posting this in a few installments so maybe i can get the motivation to finish depending on your reactions haha. make note that although the romance is still there, it's not as prevalent as the pure bond between the three protagonists. i have so many feelings bottled up in my wee lil heart for this fic because heather, jay and daniel are my babies and i love their bonds so much and i have so so much planned so yeah i hope y'all enjoyed what i have so far and we'll see. maybe you can read the second part next spring lolol. also heather and her thought processes are totally me lol

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“Hello! My name is Jeongseong Park, but you can call me Jay!” she blinked twice, clutching the hems of the older woman’s skirt. The short-statured younger boy leaned to its side, his head tilting curiously. “Is she shy?”

She chuckled, affectionately running her fingers through her daughter’s soft locks of light hair— well, lighter than his, at least. “She really isn’t most of the time, dear. Maybe she just doesn’t feel well right now.”

She held the chubby hands that tighten around the fabric on her waist, crouching down to the little girl’s height. Her frown seemed evident by the way her brows narrow, big and bright eyes hesitant on meeting her mother. “Come on, Heather. Don’t you think that it’s a little rude to not greet the young man?”

“I don’t want to.” She had a higher voice than Jay was used to, but that was only because he had been hanging around older people all the time, excluding the other boys his teacher had introduced him to in his new class last month. He took slight offense to that statement, however cool his outer kiddy demeanor covered it.

Without wasting a single moment, her mother beats him for a response. “You have to make friends, darling. Don’t you think he seems nice?” 

The unintentional innocence that radiates off her peer takes Heather off guard. He did seem nice enough with his doe-like eyes focused on the tropical mix capri sun, struggling to poke through the plastic with his thin, orange straw. He seemed like he liked to feed pigeons with his bread even if he himself was hungry.

She liked that— he didn’t look like those older kids who always drew on the walls behind school. Heather hated those third graders with a passion, but Jay seemed nice enough. He didn’t wear those black ripped jeans and shirts and he didn’t sport their messy hair. All of those kids did and they were mean towards even the teachers.

She wondered if their clothes and style were the problem, but maybe that would be a little shallow of her. Daniel always told her not to judge anyone by their face, body or clothes, so she would always trust his judgement and come to the conclusion that it wasn’t the clothes that made them seem rude.

Daniel was always right, he was probably the only person that told her that, though— he was the nicest person Heather knew of in her six years of life. He told her that she needed to be nice and accepting of everyone. He was older than her, almost ten years old. That was, in her mind, ancient enough to be considered as good as an adult like her mother and father.

She took in a deep breath, reluctantly letting the silk between her fingers go and came out into the open. “Fine,” she mutters underneath her breath. Daniel would be very proud of her, “My name’s Heather. I will be seven years old on the twenty-first of March. I hope we can be good friends.”

The young boy takes a look at her extended hand, thinking about how odd of an introduction this whole thing was. But he accepts the very formal shake of hand anyways, his smile lighting up the room within seconds. “I’ll be seven after you will, then! My birthday is in April.”

Nodding, she leaned back to inspect his attire. He had weird hair, she noticed. “You have weird hair.” Her mother gasped, “Little lady, that is not how you speak to people.” Though her mother reprimanded her, to which she took no caution to, she was a tad bit taken aback by the quiet snort that had escaped the odd boy’s lips just now.

“It’s okay, I hate it, too.” He did? “My dad thinks that all boys have to have this hair at least once in their life, so he made our hairdresser cut it this way. I like those hairs that they show on television, though! The ones where they cut it short until here and leave it long on top.”

Did he mean an undercut, Mrs. Brown scratched her head with wonder. She shook her head, accepting defeat and patted Heather’s shoulders. “I have to attend to my work, Heather, so why don’t you go off with Jay here and play with him a little bit until John’s father comes to pick you up for your music class later this afternoon?”

She didn't like John, nor did she like his father.

“But, I told you that I don’t like classical music. Do I still have to go?” She tugs at the hem of her mother’s crisp white blouse, an unhappy look etched onto her childish features. She supposed she didn’t look all that intimidating, but she liked to believe that she was either way, however intimidating her puffy cheeks and pigtails could be.

“Heather Brown, you will attend these classes for as long as we tell you to. You must grow up to be as refined as possible, understood? Don’t you think that it would be nice to be able to play the violin well? Look, even Jay here takes piano lessons! And I heard from his mother that he is an excellent student.” The six year-old gave the poor fellow a side glance, backtracking on her older thoughts for a moment.

Scratch that, maybe she did dislike him just a little bit now. 

Resigning to her fate, she pulled away, “Okay, I’ll do it for you.” With a satisfied nod, the older woman took her silent leave and Heather watched as the tall doors click closed, leaving her alone with her new acquaintance in a large hall surrounded by glass windows, the bright twelve p.m. sun peeking through the thin grey sun blockers.

“My mom tells me that it’s always good for you to wear sunscreen,” Jay took notice of the way she seemed stuck on the way the beams of light escaped through the cracks. He pulls his miniature version of a duffel bag out of the large cupboard from the back of the office, navigating his way through the leather seats surrounding the oval oak table to accommodate for large meetings.

“Do you want some? I was told that you have to apply it every two hours.” You stare at the uncapped orange bottle, a tiny bit— pea sized, if she had to give it a relatively accurate description of the amount— of the creamy substance already on the back of his palm. 

Why was their first conversation alone about the many effects of under-protection from the harmful rays of the sun, Heather never knew. Though he might have been a little odd, she supposed he wasn’t that bad of a kid. As far as she could see, he was just her mother’s husband’s friend’s son who had a knack for knowing the most random of knowledge that no six year old usually could know of— he also liked dancing, but she wasn’t about to tell him that she liked that small bit of fact.

Heather made her first friend the same age as her at seven years old. She didn’t like his haircut— and neither did he— but he was nice enough to let her draw stars on his cheeks with face paint on the first day he met her.

⟡

For her entire life, all Heather knew of were three things: she hated bullies, she hated music, and she hated the way Jay was having a growth spurt when she was stuck in the same height as before. She was ten years old now— mind you, she was older than him, however much a gap of a single month was worth— and she was now shorter than Jay Park.

“Are you not bored of always staying in this hole?” Heather whispered into his ear, mindful of her volume with all of the overbearing adults in the office. Although, to be fair, this ‘hole’ that she had been talking about was a 25 stories high corporal building made of expensive glass windows and tall ceilings adorned with chandeliers everywhere she looked if she craned her neck just a little— it was the furthest thing from being a mere hole that they had been stuck inside together for the past three years.

Jay nodded, “I asked my dad if we could just stay back at home, but he said no. He thinks that we will be in danger as soon as we are out of their direct sight, even if the staff are there to clean the house.” Being the only children of two business giants did come with its disadvantages, Heather could only cry in silence.

“Surely, they won’t notice if we go out to buy ice cream, right?” she nudged the pondering boy, urging him to respond. The mischief swimming inside those familiar brown eyes was an exciting thing to witness. 

He glanced at the busy adults, all gathered to sit around a table for a long discussion. “We can go to the store next block and then run back here, how about that?” Heather muttered in a low tone, almost too quiet for him to pick it up, but he did.

“Fine, but if they notice and get angry, you’re the one who is responsible, okay?” Jay took her little block of rosin from the intricately made coffee table, storing the object away in her violin case, carefully clasping the two sides shut together to pick it up— when he had grown into the habit of carrying the large black container for her, he didn’t know for sure, but she always left the instrument behind, so it was up to him to tuck the bow and violin away securely, lest Mrs. Brown reprimanded her daughter for protesting against her music lesson again.

Slinking out of the adults’ way was easy of a task, you only had to be quiet and tuck yourself away behind the walls and just keep on moving before someone actually decided to check the odd moving shadows behind the long blinds. What was difficult, however, was pulling off a maneuver like escaping through the front entrance where security guards were always planted.

“Are you ready?” Heather wrapped her arms around his shoulders, taking notice of how much wider they seemed to have gotten in the two years she had known him. She had stashed her case away in one of the empty offices on the fourth floor where all of the marketing workers were stationed.

The quiet stalking they had done from the twentieth floor all the way down to the first— all the while still going unnoticed by the hundreds of personnel frantically buzzing through the hallways like bees to their nests— had proven to be the most exhilarating part of this sneaking out ordeal.

She peeked a head through the small gap between the door and its frame, allowing Jay to slide a small head through the same gap as well— they looked like characters from cartoons, comically peering at something they shouldn't with heads stacked above each others’— only to speedily hide back inside the small closet filled with cleaning supplies after seeing her father’s secretary dashing their way with a phone held next to her ear.

Once they heard the click of her low heels fade away into silence, Heather turned the handle of the door to slide it open, gesturing at Jay to follow behind. “Look, Freddy is going away to get a drink now. Let’s make a run for it, quick.” Freddy, the tall and grand security personnel who looked similar to the Five Nights at Freddy’s animatronic bear that had given both of you a good amount of nightmares after deciding to play the game together during one of your many stays here in the company building.

Jay took a hold of her hand, fingers wrapped around her palm with a tight squeeze and they sprinted off towards the automatic sliding doors and bursting into the sunlight. A few onlookers took a brief glance at the two children panting as they rounded the corner of the building, hiding away in the comfort of the crowded sidewalks, the tall structure of the enterprise looming over their small bodies that sped through the roads of Washington D.C.

“That was wicked!” The taller one of the two eased them both into a jog, not noticing the fact that their hands were still intertwined, tightly wrapped around each other— neither did Heather, for that matter, too caught up in the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

The cars honking at the ones in front of them did not bother the children at all, not when they were tasting the first bite of freedom they had ever gained. It was a hot summer day and middle school was about to start in a few weeks— dreadful, they knew.

The sad, sob-worthy trek back towards the building was to be expected not even ten minutes after their grand escapade. They had forgotten to bring money to buy their ice creams.

But everything was okay, though. They might not have gotten their cold treats, but their way back inside had gone by as silently as their adventure outside had been. No one had noticed a single thing, save for the one staff member monitoring the security cameras.

Heather had just finished fourth grade when she broke the rules with her best friend for the first time— it felt good. Jay was taller than her now, sure, but she still could put him in a chokehold if she wanted to and that was all that really mattered.

⟡

“Daniel?” The older boy hummed, looking up from his extremely important job that was meticulously peeling bananas to make them smoothies. She settled herself on the tall leather bar stools to watch as the fifteen year old threw in a handful of frozen strawberries from the large freezer inside the sturdy blender with a splash of milk to add to the silky smooth texture of the cold drink.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” The solemn look on her face forced him to turn the machine off for a moment. He examined the way the edges of her eyes seemed to redden by the second, glazing over to signify the oncoming wave of salty tears. 

Yeonjun sighed, making his way to her side to cradle her in his arms, leaning her head against his chest to run his hands through her hair. He didn’t say anything even if he heard the muted sniffles or the thick in her voice.

"You know what 영원한 means?" She shook her head, "Well, flower, it means eternally— forever. I promise you— cross my heart and hope to die— that I will be with you until the end of time, okay?" 

Her mother was leaving, but at least Daniel was staying. She wouldn't know what to do if he left, too.

Daniel was funny. He was always the one that had pretended to be an ox to chase her around the empty complex when her father was glued to his chair in his office at the top floor and her mother was occupied by her endless meetings that she never understood what the need was for.

She knew him ever since she could think back in her memories, maybe he was secretly her brother. That would make a lot of sense, wouldn't it? Or better yet, maybe he was her dad— or her mom. He felt like one anyways, he was always the one that took care of her.

Eleven year old Heather knew that he couldn't be her parent, he was extremely young to be so, so maybe he was either her long lost brother— she didn't understand why her parents never told her, though. That is, if he was actually her older sibling hidden away— or an angel disguised as a fifteen year old middle schooler who liked to teach her to be nice to other kids.

Daniel was nice, he got that from his mother who was working as her own family's cook for the past ten years. Mrs. Choi was always smiling and she never scolded her whenever she snuck into the kitchen to steal all of the freshly baked cookies one by one. 

In all honesty, ten year old Heather really did think that she was the stealthiest living being while crawling her way towards the kitchen island. The woman had always managed to find her slipping away through the sliding doors with a half munched cookie in her hand, melted chocolate smeared all over her lips.

Why did she never get angry? She always gave her a small plate of them after wiping away at her messy face, she always had the kindest eyes as well. Why?

She supposed that was why Daniel was so patient. He was the nicest person Heather knew and she would forever stand by the fact that Daniel Choi would be the most perfect person in all of mankind.

He was nice.

Her mother was leaving, leaving her to her father— was he even her real father? Heather didn't think that she had a single ounce of similarity to him in herself. He had the yellowest hair she had ever seen. Even the pale kid from her old fourth grade didn't have hair as saturated as his.

Heather had smooth brown hair, she was a brunette, and yet he had the curliest of blond hair ever. Her mom, on the other hand, had the silkiest of rich black hair. How did biology work again? What if she wasn't related to any one of them? She had eyes that looked like her mother's milky coffee, very light brown— Mrs. Choi always said that her mother never knew what actual coffee tasted like, always mixing it with soy milk to the point where it was more of a coffee flavoured milk.

Her dad had blue eyes, they were pretty— not to say that her mother's dark eyes were not, but eleven year old Heather was just saying. What if she was adopted? She really needed to pay attention to her biology classes. The short quiz about how genes work was closing up on both Jay and her, but her best friend didn't have anything to worry about anyway.

He had always been smarter than her, but that was fine. She could always be the brawn of the duo— or the cutest one that got all of the attention of the adults to distract them while he slid out of the room to buy a pack of Mentos candy from the nearest vending machine— it was always ten stories below his father's office, but that was fine. Jay was fast— so that they could try to make a bottle of Coke explode out in the garden.

Her thoughts were muddled up yet again, mind running at incredible speeds, remaining unexhausted from hopping on one train to the other. Where was she again? 

Ah, yes, Heather wiped her tears away with the back of her sleeves, noting the way Daniel looked much older than before as he looked down at her with a concerned frown.

She wanted a cat.

“Danny?” 

“Yes, flower?”

“Do you think mother is leaving because she doesn’t like dad anymore?”

“I don’t know, flower. Maybe.”

“Will you ever decide to leave if you don’t like me anymore?”

“Never. I will die before that could ever happen.”

“Okay, Danny. I believe you.”

“Good. Now, let’s drink our smoothies before they get warm.”

⟡

“Blue?” Heather whispers, the vast ceilings of her dark room didn’t scare her like it used to— now that she had him, she didn’t think she would ever be afraid of the empty and lifeless room ever again. The baby dolls her mother had bought for her when she was five years old were still lined up on her window sills all across her walls. The moon wasn’t coming out of its hiding place tonight— it was a rarity these past few months, shrouding her room in the darkest of shadows. 

She wasn’t afraid of the dark, though. She had Jay, he would hold her hand and tell her funny stories that had happened during the day and he would lead her to sit on the velvet stool with him to play a little song for her on the grand piano that her father had made the staff set up. 

Thirteen year old Heather still despised classical music— she wondered why she hadn’t dropped out of her tutoring sessions yet with her mother not around anymore. Perhaps it was a sense of duty towards the older woman, the same way she kept the hideous dolls around. She still lingered around— the ghost of her had never left, she sort of hated it.

She hated a lot of things, Heather had long before accepted the fact that she was just a petty person in general, she hoped that Jay did as well. She abhorred the smell of watermelons, same as the taste of tomatoes and the sound of her violin when she played another piece composed by Sibelius or Paganini— why couldn’t she play whatever she wanted? Where was her freedom?

Strangely enough, though, perched on the cushions of the mahogany stool next to Jay, she didn’t hate the way his fingers softly stroked the keys to lull her to sleep with Berceuse in D flat major, Op. 57— or as they liked to call it, Bercy. For Heather, this was Jay in his core.

Park Jay had a beautiful heart— the sweet tone of the melody sounded different when he was the one playing— she loved listening to him. For an older Heather, one that was not a six year old brat anymore, music sounded nice when it was Jay the one playing for her. She liked music only when it was Jay playing for her.

“Yes, Heather?” There he was, calling her by her name again. Her mother always used to call her little lady, her father only used her korean name, 나봄 Nabeom— the only one to do so, oddly enough. Her teachers didn’t call her by her name either, were they scared of it? What reason would they have to call her dear? 

She didn’t have friends, though— she didn’t need them anyway, they were all terrible little liars— Jay was all she needed, all she ever wanted. Jay liked to call her by her name, just like Daniel often did, save for the few endearing terms he used— mostly about flowers, given her name, Heather, but she liked them all. Anything Daniel said to her, she liked them all.

“Heather? Did you want to tell me something?” He played with the thin bracelet wrapped delicately around her wrist, the one he had made for her when he was twelve— admittedly, not that long ago, but enough to wonder about why she hadn’t taken it off yet. The warmth of her hands was like a reminder of her existence to him.

Do angels exist? He didn’t know the answer to this question, not even after the countless visits to the enormous church, but maybe, it was lying right next to him all this time. Maybe angels did exist in the form of a lonely thirteen year old girl who had hugged him tightly after he had won first place in yet another competition— it was memorable for a reason, he had never been hugged for any of his achievements before, big or small.

A clap of thunder stripped her of the bravado she had guised herself behind, she felt her limbs frozen in place, unable to find a good emotional foothold to hide away from the next set of thunder booming behind her glass windows. 

Jay did not say anything else. Instead, he opted to let his closest friend find solace in the way they linked their arms together, pulling the covers over their heads akin to a comforting cocoon. This was enough for Heather— just her and him together, hiding from the stormy weather underneath her thick white blanket. This was all it took to calm his best friend down, to be there for her.

Just hold her hand.

⟡

Niccolo Paganini, her worst nemesis following the likes of Bach and Sibelius, was the sole reason for her months spent cooped up in her room, going over each one of his rigorous pieces with great care. Oh, how she would have liked to tear those stark white and black sheets with the most disgusted of scowls smeared on her face— right in front of her mother’s scrutiny, might she add.

The years and years of practice— as far back as her mind would allow her to remember— lead up to this one moment of battle between her and the devious fourth caprice in c minor she could barely fly over, never mind the twenty fourth. It was vomit worthy if you asked Heather herself.

Despise was the only word she had for the pieces given to her by her instructor. Why did she not give this up yet? Eleven years— nine of them by her mothers’ wishes, two more she had decided to continue on her own— she had spent cooped up either in a damn skyscraper or a closed off mansion to run through the counts by herself.

Why didn’t she just stop playing? Everyone knew how much she loathed her time playing her instrument. Was it to remember and keep a piece of her mother with her?Maybe, but she remembered that they didn’t even have the best of a parent-child relationship in the first place. Was it really because of her mother?

Jay.

Maybe the only reason she had not quit yet was her very own Jay. He always did play beautifully, coaxing her to join him if she so desired to. And how could she ever say no to him? Park Jay, she never knew how much of a hold he held on her, not even years later.

Indeed, maybe she didn’t quit yet just to keep an even ground with her childhood friend. Soon, she would leave her violin case behind forever.

⟡

Heather could not keep even grounds with her childhood friend anymore.

“Are you okay, miss?” A worker asked her with concern evident in his eyes. She blinked up at him, his form all but a blur going in and out of focus as she desperately tried to come to herself and shake the ringing out of her ears.

A few strands of her hair slipped out of her neat bun tied on top of her head. She tried to push herself back up on her feet, swaying as her knees buckled under her weight once again. The suited man from her father’s office stabilized her by her shoulders, leading her to one of the leather seats pushed against the crisp white wall.

“I’m okay, thank you.” Heather really was okay. It was probably just the fatigue growing on her after the hours of practice she had endured, or the fact that she had forgotten about her breakfast on the counter and lunchbox near her bag. She had to be okay, so she would continue believing that it was nothing, that everything was just fine.

He nodded, unconvinced but not prying any further, “If you say so. Be careful, okay?” 

So she would do just that, but alas, even with great care, fate would continue running at its own pace and it would forever continue to break and build lives. It had done it millions of times before and it would do it again and again.

“I can’t believe you keep tripping over nothing, honestly. Watch your own feet, Heather.” Jay ruffled her hair, effectively destroying her long minutes of hard work at putting her hair together that morning. He always liked to do that, she noticed. Jay liked to systematically mess with her hair and then tuck the strands back behind her ear at least once every single day.

Every day, huh. How many days had it been since they had first met? How old was she even? They had probably spent more years together than without each other being by their side, well over six years she’d say, maybe even eight. Funnily enough, she remembered his long hair as a child as if it was just yesterday.

“Watch your hands, Jay, or else I’ll be the one to keep them in check for you.” she deftly slapped his hands away from cupping her cheeks, puffing out her lips like a fish. He only sniggered at the irritated pout on her lips, “How scary, I’m running for my life.”

“Shut up, I’m older than you.” 

“Only by a few months at best. That’s not much. I’m way bigger than you, how about that?” His noticeably taller frame towered over her, if only by a few inches, but he still liked to take every opportunity to bring the difference up to her just to get her riled up time and time again.

It was somehow oddly cute.

“I will break your kneecaps, how about that?” her raised feet, ready to strike at any moment, made him take a cautious step back. “Only if you can catch me, but that’s hard because your legs are way too short to catch up to me, shorty.”

“That is it, Jay. You’re so dead.” Her roar of indignation did the trick to make him burst into a sprint for his life with an excited howl, heart beating in his throat. The sparkling floors make his brand new shoes squeak with every impact on the surface. “Catch me if you can, Heather!”

And without a single glance at the girl chasing him, he darted off into the hallways with various workers scattered throughout, all letting a noise of surprise out when they saw the boy bulldozing his way between them all, “Jay? Be careful!”

Unhearing of the words from the adults’ mouths for the time being, he dashed left into an open meeting office, countless wheeled armchairs set neatly next to each other around a heavy oval table. Heather ran straight inside, fearsome and glowing with determination to tackle him into the next galaxy, “Don’t think you can escape from me, Jay!”

⟡

“Sweet sixteen, Heather.” Jay brings the small cake closer towards her, urging her to make a wish and blow the sixteen individual candles away. He looked older now— he had shoulders that had grown wider by the day and his baby fat was slowly, but surely, melting away to reveal his strong jawline, his roundish features now prominent in their shape without the softness that came with being a child.

He had gotten rid of that god awful haircut as well, giving himself a brand new and welcome look— his undercut dreams had come true and Heather admitted that it suited him extremely well. He always did have that underlying promise of a handsome future, but now it was clearer than ever. Jay had the prettiest smile.

Much to her dismay, she hadn’t gotten around to beat his height, not when he was half a head taller than she already, or was it more than that? She didn’t know and ten years into their friendship, she didn’t really care anymore. The last time she had asked Daniel to measure their height was two years ago— the lines and dates lining up her door frame would gladly serve as proof of that.

Speaking of Daniel— she looked at the much older and much taller twenty year old across the room filled with just the three of them— he was still there. 

Daniel liked to sing, he loved it and he loved to stand in front of hundreds and thousands of people to just let his voice out and perform to his heart’s content. He was good at it as well, she was not envious of his gift, though— not in that way. She was never jealous of the amount of praises and compliments he would get from people all around the world that had come to watch his concerts.

Big people with big names that wanted to take him away to bigger places than the good old Washington D.C.

Heather was never jealous of the love he had always received, even as a young middle schooler. No, she was never ever green with envy— in hindsight, she would always tell others that she was probably the one person proudest of him next to Mrs. Choi. Would that— could that— ever change?

No, absolutely not. Heather still was a strong believer of the extent of Daniel Yeonjun Choi’s perfection. If anything, she was just downright petrified that one day, he would break his promise of five years that he would never leave her behind in this cold world. That new friend of his seemed all too eager to do so.

What was his name again? Ah, yes, Beomgyu Choi. He was a pretty guy— now, that she was jealous of. Daniel was pretty, too, wasn’t he? Pretty people deserved other pretty people. Was she willing to let him go just yet, though? Not a chance.

Maybe she would, maybe she could, she thought as she looked at the sixteen flames illuminating Jay’s pretty face. Why was everyone so pretty? 

“Come on, Heather. Blow it out or else the wax will drip all over the icing!” There it was, his signature whines that would never cease in her presence— which, technically, meant that he complained all day, all night. That was, if the term in her presence was taken literally.

“Happy birthday, flower. You’ve bloomed beautifully.” Jay let out a snort, a quiet ew right after. “Do you have to be so cheesy all the time?” 

The man playfully jumps on the younger one’s back, quick tempered with his siblings— they were not real ones, but the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, right?— pulling Jay in a chokehold.

Heather had learned that move from him years ago, not even Jay had been around at the time. Heather was five years old when Daniel had come up from behind her and put her head between his arm and torso, lightly giving it a squeeze. Enraged, she demanded he teach her how to do it. An hour later, mrs. Choi would enter the room to find her eldest son being choked out by a five year old little girl as he lay limp on the marble floors.

"Stop flailing around, I'm blowing it out now." The two separated themselves from each other, eagerly waiting for the dessert to be cut into slices for them to enjoy. Deliberately, she gave the older male a larger piece, finding joy in the way her two friends started bickering again over the unfairness of it all. She let them fight it out for a while before giving Jay a smaller second slice to even things out.

“You’re an adult, Daniel. I think it’s embarrassing for you to fight me like this.” Jay quipped from Heather’s bed, stuffing his face with the smooth icing. The girl eyed the cream in disgust, nibbling on the sponges cake instead. She’d never understand why bakeries preferred a seven to three ratio of cream to cake.

“I’m not technically an adult yet. I live with my mom.” Daniel retorted from his seated position on the carpet. Heather sat next to him as always, succumbing to the natural gravitational pull whenever the older male was around. She always felt the safest when next to him, then Jay, but she’d never tell him that. Who knows how he would react if he heard it from her own mouth that she liked him just as much as Daniel. He would never let her hear the end of it.

Sixteen year old Heather finally quit music. She cut it out of her life, the motion done as quickly and soundlessly as her mother had a few years ago, leaving her behind forever as she ran back to Korea. Heather wondered where she’d be in life right now if she didn’t have a Jay Park or Daniel Choi with her.

Lost, probably.

It’s March 21st, Heather turned sixteen at last, safe and sound with Daniel right next to her as she smiled at her best friend sitting on her bed in front of her.

⟡

The next morning, she made her way to wash her face, slowly slinking out of her soft bed and trying not to wake up the boy snoring next to her. She’d slid a pillow under his arm to replace her. Planting her feet on the floor, however, did not come to her as easily as before. Almost instantaneously, her knees buckled beneath her, knocking the breath out of her lungs as she groaned in pain after the impact on her palm registered. She’d reached out blindly, using her hand to brace her body.

“Heather?” The ruckus woke up an exhausted Jay, who still looked incomparably better than her even with an early morning puffy face. He smoothly kicked the blanket off of his body to help the newly turned sixteen year old back on the bed.

“Hey,” brushing away the few strands of hair that had escaped the braid Daniel had put it into the night before, he held her arm, concern etched all across his face, “Are you okay?”

“Damn it.” The brunet winced at the few tears that escaped Heather’s eyes, stomach dropping at her sniffles. She covered her face with her palm, the other clutching the fabric of her sweatpants. 

“This sucks.”

He tucked her in his chest, running his fingers through her hair and waiting till she calmed down from her abrupt meltdown. Looking at her tightened fist, he gathered her tighter in his arms, putting a warm hand over hers, slowly making her release her clothes. “You’re okay, don’t worry.”

Heather sniffled, trying to regain a steady breathing and pulling in deep breaths to soothe her hiccups. Jay kept smoothing a hand through her soft strands, patiently waiting. “I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry.”

Jay shook his head, pressing a kiss on her temple, “Why apologize?” 

“I don’t know,” she sighed, wiping away the last drop of tear that slid down her cheek, “I just couldn’t hold it in. It didn’t even hurt. I guess I just felt disappointed.”

Jay hummed in understanding, bringing the pad of his thumb to swipe away the moisture around her eyes, “It can happen sometimes, I get it. Come, let’s wash up your face. You look prettier when you don’t have snot all over your face.”

The comment made her chuckle, giving his shoulder a friendly punch, “You don’t tell a girl that she’s ugly, especially when she’s crying her soul out. That’s super rude.”

“Am I supposed to lie, then?” Jay retorted, taking Heather gently by her arm and leading her carefully to the bathroom on the other side of the large space. Truthfully, Heather could never be ugly, not in his eyes at least. No matter how much he liked to tease her about the minor flaws in her appearance here and there, nothing ever seemed less than perfect in his eyes when it came to his closest friend.

Close to two years ago, Jay realized that Heather Brown was prettier than the angels his mother told him all about when he’d been younger. The purest beings, breathtaking and beautiful, those were traits Heather held as well. 

Even with eyes bloodshot, nose running a river and cheeks flushed from exertion, she was prettier than ever. 

“I think we should tell uncle about what happened.” He quipped from behind as Heather patted her face dry. He was leaning against the doorframe, frowning at something she couldn’t see on the floor.

“It’s getting too frequent. You literally fell over while doing nothing yesterday too.”

Heather stayed silent, assessing his words, “It’s getting worse, Heather. I’m just worried about you, your dad too.”

So many words were left unsaid, they both knew that, but with Heather’s insistence on keeping the progression of her disease a secret from her already busy father, Jay swallowed back his thoughts of concern and let her be.

For how long he’d let her live a life of lies, however, he didn’t know. Three years ago, their life had turned upside down with the few words of a man in a crisp white coat and this was the only way he could keep Heather Brown happy.

Just stay quiet, and let her be. He couldn’t possibly shoulder the heavy burden of being the one who insisted she stay locked inside a room surrounded by white walls, unwilling to be the one who ripped her away from her happiness. For now, he’d just let her be and do as she said.

⟡

Winter came quicker than expected that year, heavy clouds creeping over the lifeless buildings of Washington D.C.

Heather never expected her last Christmas break before she graduated high school to be spent cooped up inside a room that made her feel lonelier than her own one did whenever she was left to her own. The only thing accompanying her throughout her days was the large, framed picture of lilacs on the wall to her adjacent, the monotonous monitor to her side, a leather white couch next to the tall windows and the nurses who’d occasionally come and go.

Daniel Choi was busy these days, too. She hadn’t seen the older male in two weeks, quite the record for someone who’d talk to him face to face almost every few days. If not face to face, then at least on the phone where he’d tell her all about his day. He would always complain about something his friends had done, affectionately calling Beomgyu an annoying gum that was relentlessly stuck to him.

She heard that name a lot more often since the first time he’d introduced him to her almost a few years ago. Beomgyu this, Beomgyu that, Beomgyu here, Beomgyu there. It seemed like he lived and breathed by that name, not that Heather was jealous at all.

It was nice seeing Daniel befriend someone closer to his age. What was not nice was the fact that she felt like he was slowly drifting away. He wouldn’t pick up her calls when she missed his comforting voice, only answering hours later at times when even she wasn’t awake.

Daniel felt so far away, more so than he’d ever felt like.

What happened to her Daniel who’d nag her to eat her meals on time, scolding her for not drinking enough water? Where was he, the one who’d drive away all of her worries with a single smile, a lame joke? With a sinking feeling in her gut, Heather realized that Choi Beomgyu was stealing the most perfect human being in this world from her.

The thought brought a certain heaviness in her chest, the walls enclosing in on her. Her hands trembled, heart racing inside her ribs and her lungs felt like they weren’t getting enough air. Fear had her in a merciless clutch as she curled into a fetal position, cupping her hands over her ears, not even taking the presence of the nurse next to her in.

Daniel was leaving her and it was all Choi Beomgyu’s fault.

⟡

Nighttime crept over the sky, for once the moon reflecting light over those on the streets, illuminating the city in a soft glow. 

Heather felt better, good enough to wander down the halls of the large hospital in hopes of finding herself some entertainment, having already slept the day away. Energized for the night, she skipped down the empty corridors, careful to avoid any workers who might recognize the dreadful hospital clothing she’d been forced to put on when she first arrived last week.

“Snacks. I need snacks, lots and lots of them in fact.” She muttered at no one in particular, tracing an unending line on the wall as she went, taking a ninety degree turn to the right after confirming that her chances of getting caught were minimal. 

The automated machine stood proudly at the other corner of the corridor, as she found out after an unnecessarily lengthy trip around the quiet floor, lost in the maze while trying to follow a random blue line that led her to nowhere in particular, not that she knew of. Snickers or KitKat? She weighed her choices, fishing out a few coins out of her frankly quite shallow pocket.

And then she saw black.

Rubbing her forehead in defeat, she pushed herself up to sit on her knees, half having the mind to let out a string of less than pleasant cuss words as she massaged the area that throbbed. Her momentary blackout had led her to collapse right before the vending machine.

Heather pinched the bridge of her nose, reaching out to wipe away the small droplets of red with her sleeve. She hoped her nose didn’t look too bad for wear, “Great, just great.”

With a grunt, she made an effort to stretch her legs out to stand. That’s odd, wait, giving up on trying to hold a hand over her nose, she put out both arms and flexed, wondering why her legs didn’t seem to be functioning properly. I can’t feel anything, she tried reaching out to grab the handle of the sitting bank just an arm’s length away.

Her fingers strained as she clawed the air, hoping to get a grip on the metal bar. Tears of frustration welled up behind her eyelids while she dragged her limp feet with the help of her upper body, strength quickly dwindling as she had to handle all of her body weight. This cannot be happening, not now, she begged for a semblance of power to return to her muscles.

Please, a stray tear slid down her chin as anger rose within her. “Move already.” She slammed a closed fist over her incapacitated limbs. What a joke, cursed to a life of being a burden to everyone around her. “Just do as I say, why won’t you?”

Cursing, she harshly bit down on her lip, making a grand effort to slide her body and carry herself over to sit on the metal bench. Her heart pounded against her ribs, the adrenaline that had allowed her to will herself up slowly ebbing away. She laughed, a reaction forced out of her as she laughed and laughed.

She didn’t feel the traitorous tears trailing down the side of her face for the nth time that week, she didn’t recognize anyone’s voice as people started approaching her. Heather laughed at the injustice of it all, wondering what she had done wrong to go through and struggle with something most people did on a minutely basis. 

She laughed, bitter and tired of everything. 

Nurse Willows sat her on a wheelchair, a kind smile ever so present on her face despite the late hour and exhaustion probably wearing her down from the long day of hard work. “Come on, let’s get you back to your room.”

She liked Ms. Willows too, something about her giving her the same feeling of comfort that came with Mrs. Choi, Daniel’s mother and her cook. She had traces of age where her smile creased, but she still looked youthful, lively. She was just as kind as Mrs. Choi as well, she’d rejoiced at having someone nice to talk to when she would inevitably grow bored sitting around on her stiff bed. Heather barely saw her around after their first encounter, though.

Tonight was the second time she got to interact with Ms. Willows. Albeit the less than pleasant conditions, Heather fell back asleep on her way to her room as the older woman pushed her forward, pleased that it was Ms. Willows and not anybody else.

Tomorrow would be a better day, she hoped. It was Christmas after all.

⟡

Finding a snoring Jay next to her the next morning was the best thing that she could have ever asked for. 

He stirred in his sleep as she watched in awe, taking in his peaceful face like she always did. It had been months since she’d properly gotten to see him this close. She slowly smoothed over his cheek with the back of her fingers, barely hovering over his skin. Despite her best efforts at being subtle, his eyes fluttered awake anyways.

The sunlight was nowhere to be found at ten thirty-four am, right when Jay found himself staring into the eyes of his best friend. The room was dim with the only light coming from the hallway beneath her closed door. With what little brightness came in through the open blinds, shades of blue covering the sky behind the large glass panels, he took in her tired features.

Brown eyes never looked as good on him as they did on Heather Brown. Something about the way she looked at him felt like home, though to be fair, everything she did felt like home to him. There was no one in his life as clearly defined in who they were as Heather. His father, sure, along with his mother, but the person he’d wholeheartedly bellow the name of into the wind when asked who felt like home to him, was his one and only Heather, the girl peering right at him through the curtain of her lashes like he was her everything.

Like he was her everything.

And he was, to a certain extent. Heather thought back on the past ten entire years of her life, recounting the times Jay Park had proven time and time again that he’d always be the one person she could call her everything.

“You’re up.” Jay whispered, tracing small circles on her back with the hand he’d slung over her waist. He rejoiced in the way she fiddled in her position, feeling ticklish by his subtle pokes here and there where he knew she felt the most tickled by. Giggling at his onslaught, she quickly snatched his soft cheeks with her fingers and stretched the skin wide in an awkward grin.

Moving his cheeks around and bringing her hands together to make his lips puff out like a fish, she replied, “Who said you could invade my bed like this? It’s probably against the rules.”

Despite his hammering chest, he pulled her closer to himself, “It’s fine.” He could barely utter the few words through his squished face. “You wanna go out?”

Blinking, she strained her neck to spot the folded up wheelchair next to her small closet. Jay pushed himself to rest on his elbow, “It’s totally okay if you don’t feel like it, I just thought it’d be nice to see the snow.”

“It’s okay, let’s go. Help me up.” She stretched her arms forward, making a give me motion and pointed at the transport device she swallowed her pride and sat on with his help. “Push me as fast as you can.”

“We didn’t even notify the nurse or anything. You wait for like, a second, and I’ll be back in a minute.” After setting her down, he faced his body towards the door, rubbing the sleep quickly out of his eyes. He stopped when a hand pulled him back.

“Wait, why are you here anyways?”

“What do you mean?” The boy feigned innocence, half heartedly pulling his arm away from her loose grip. Heather steeled her expression, “I swear, Jay, if you pulled some funny business, then I’m sending you right back.”

It was at the beginning of year ten of school when Jay had decided he wanted to dance professionally. It was also in tenth grade that he’d finally convinced his father to let him audition, nearly spending the entire year coming up plans with her for the older man to finally cave in and let him quit the orchestra.

Heather had watched him dance for hours and hours on end, audition and then fail twice in a row before getting accepted into a small group. She had watched him pour his blood, sweat and tears throughout the past two years, every moment that would lead up to the big event not even a month away now.

There was no way he’d ditched going to the practice sessions just to take her out for something as mundane as a walk. “I’m actually gonna call uncle, Jay. I know how important the performance is, you shouldn’t be blowing off Sunghoon like that.”

“Chill,” He chuckled, flicking a finger over the bridge of her nose, “The regular meet up was postponed to tomorrow, because it’s a holiday and people have to be at home, exchange gifts and all of that jazz. The studio is closed for the day.”

“It better be.”

⟡

“I don’t have a gift for you.” Heather crossed her arms, looking at the small box resting on her lap. It wasn’t any bigger than the size of her palm, neatly wrapped with a white polka dotted paper, contrasting with the red background and glittering green ribbon tied around it in a typical festive fashion.

“I don’t need one.” He replied, sitting on the comfortable sofa across her as Heather fiddled with the small box. “Go on, open it.”

With great care, she unfolded the colorful wrap. “I’m gonna flip if it’s what I think it is.” She commented offhandedly, trying to cover up the glee seeping out of her voice. The velvet box felt familiar to touch, something she’d held in her hands once before, but never got around to bring it home with her.

“Oh, you bet it is.” Jay hopped off of the couch, flipping on the switch to her room. “I didn’t have the time to do anything special this year, but I know how obsessed you are with this, so yeah, sorry for the last minute surprise.”

“Want me to put it on for you?” Heather nodded at his offer, moving her hair to the side to allow him to clasp the dainty chain around her neck, the small pendant resting pretty on her décolleté. 

“There you go,” Jay stepped back to rake his eyes over her appearance, “You look very pretty.”

And indeed she was. Jay, for all of his life, prided himself in the fact that he had never once lied to anyone about anything. He wore his heart on his sleeves and kept his words simple and honest, truthful in everything he said or did. At times, his frank words hurt those who hadn’t heard what they wanted to from him, driving quite a few people away with the bluntness in his words. 

Everyone wanted to hear pretty white lies from him, turning their backs once they didn’t receive what they thought they would no matter how not unkind his delivery was. Honesty and sincerity, that’s what Jay prided himself in the most. Jay never lied, Heather knew that better than anyone else.

And so whenever he called her pretty, she felt like the most beautiful being in the world. If the words came from him, she’d take them to the bottom of her heart and encase it in a fragile glass container, cherishing it for a long, long time, because it was Jay’s words and Jay never lied.

For that night, she would truly feel beautiful, because he made her believe so.

⟡

July 21st only a couple of years ago, a summer day she remembered with every detail. Daniel had graduated high school just a little while ago and had decided to stay around, continue to make music on his own with his small group of friends, working small part time jobs in his other free time.

Heather had nothing to do that day with Jay away with his father on a trip and her own dad as busy with his business as always. It was Daniel who’d pulled her out of staying cooped up in her room all day. He’d dragged her out of her lonesome and taken her to a small ice cream shop next to the skatepark where kids mostly around her age usually hung out.

“You should try this mint chocolate one.” He’d begged her to try the minty flavored ice cream, to which she’d adamantly refused, knowing how he was aware that she hated it all the way to the depths of hell. Daniel could be annoying like that from time to time whenever he decided to shed his role of the ever loving, wise older brother.

“Suit yourself.” He’d replied with a sulk, typical Daniel fashion.

The heat rose from the asphalt, visible in the way it distorted the view of the park in front of the shop. She wondered if an egg would cook if she dropped it on the ground. It sure seemed like it was a possibility. Just like everything else however, she threw that thought behind, opting to enjoy the moment and her very delicious, very non-mint-chocolate ice cream.

The older male jumped right into step with her as they wandered out into the street, mindlessly wandering through the crowd of families and friends. He had an arm slung over her shoulder, chattering away about his plans for the next week. “You know what would be nice?” He piped up, nibbling on the cone in his right hand.

Heather didn’t reply, tilting her head to lock eyes with him as though she was questioning him. “What if we go on a little trip to the amusement park with Jay this Saturday? It’s been a while since we all went out together.”

She knew what he meant, the underlying message in between the lines. Still, she decided to ignore the unpleasant feeling, dropping her faux displeasure at him to contemplate on the suggestion. It had been a while since they’d had fun together, all three of them. “I’ll have to ask my father for permission, though.”

In a typical Daniel fashion, his lips curled into a lopsided smile, “If there’s anything I know about Mr. Brown after all these years, it’s that he won’t say no if I’m there to be your babysitter.”

“First of all, I don’t need a babysitter, much less someone like you.” Heather jeered at the older boy. “And secondly, remember that one time you almost let me drop from the fifty-first floor’s window when I was eight? And that one time you almost slipped down the wet stairs and dragged me down with you last year? I’d hardly consider you a capable sitter.”

She didn’t mention the time he’d gently held her while she mourned her mother’s departure, or when he’d patched her knees up when she’d fallen down from a tree branch while she and Jay were playing hide and seek at the park, or when Daniel had built them the biggest blanket fort the two younger ones had ever seen and have a movie night just because they’d both gotten great grades in their exam, or the time when he’d carried her on his shoulders because she couldn’t see the artist’s perform at the local music festival, or the time he’d trimmed her hair for her after she’d very unsuccessfully tried to give herself a new haircut.

She didn’t need to mention any of those instances where he’d been the angel taking care of her because he knew. Through her vulnerability with the boy she considered to be family, her constant little praises she liked to shower him with, her pulled back play-punches when he’d annoy her. Daniel knew that she saw him as the one that could do no real wrong, that he was her ever-loving and caring guardian.

Daniel knew, so when she said he wasn’t capable, he didn’t take the words to heart. He was so much more than just capable. Heather is an easy person for him to see through despite how others claimed the contrary.

Daniel knew that he was her everything, though it would be him in the end that would shatter her world.

© KOISHUA 2022, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#enhypennetwork #enhypen x female reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen jay #enhypen angst #enhypen jay imagines #txt yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios #txt angst #txt fluff #enhypen fluff

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Newt

Featuring Former Speaker of the House of Representatives, Newt Gingrich  

Back in 2011, I attended a lecture given by Former Speaker of the U. S. House of Representatives, Newt Gingrich at the University of Pennsylvania. He was just my type, probably in his mid to late 60's, silver haired, huskily built which was my weakness. My eyes were zeroed in on his wide ass and imagining plowing. His speech quickly took a turn for the dramatic when the first student to question him brought up his admitted extramarital affair and accused him of being “hypocritical” for espousing moral values. The student was clearly trying to provoke and embarrass Gingrich in front of the college crowd. Gingrich tried to cut off the question. Other students loudly criticized Gingrich, waving signs and yelling as they walked out of the event while he was still speaking.

After the lecture, I was in the bathroom, at the urinal pissing when the bathroom door opened and in walked Mr. Gingrich. Damn if he didn’t take the urinal right beside me. I didn’t mind, but I thought I saw him out of the corner of my eye looking over the divider. I thought, what the hell and I looked over briefly. What I saw was a thick, uncut cock which had to be 7 to 8" when hard. I never would have suspected that this short, chubby, older guy would have such a nice cock and I admit I started to get pretty hard. Sure he's a a horrible human being, but turn me on with their power and arrogance.

I guess it was because I was surprised (and aroused) that I stared too long and he noticed. I looked up and he was looking right at me. So I decided to make a bold move.

“Sorry, sir... I don’t mean no disrespect, but aren't you Newt Gingrich?” I finally asked.

"Ah, yes I am son." Gingrich replied as he reached over and offered me his hand.

Well, one thing led to another and our conversation turned into how I would satisfy him if I got him into my bed. Sure he was antigay, but he was a cheater. And most cheater, if not all, can't pass up getting their dick wet. Next thing I knew, Gingrich and I were in the handicapped stall with his cock hanging out of his pants. The head was big as a fuckin crab apple. I shut the lid to the commode and sat down.  

"Don't get the notion that I'm gay.” Gingrich said softly with a sexual charge as he reached down, grabbing his hardening cock shaking it back and forth.

"I'm married," He said as I I reached out and took hold of his beautiful dick, "And I fuck her all the time."

"Whatever..." I respond before I closed my lips around his pale cut dick.

“Oh! GOD!” He exclaimed when I started sucking gently on the head of his dick.

“Hell, that feels wonderful.” He added as he suddenly reached down and grabbed me behind the head. I loved the taste of the old man's dick. It was fresh and masculine. He grunted each time I would inch further down his shaft.

I managed to take inch after inch of his thick dick down my throat until my lips were pressed against his pubic hairs. He held my face to his crotch until I gagged before he pulled my head back. Then he started moving my mouth up and down his thick dick shaft as he fucked my mouth like he was fucking his wife’s pussy. I took his plunging dick and made love to it with my tongue as this conservative repeatedly shoved it down my throat and pulled it quickly back out.

I looked up to see his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed as he hunched toward me, his belly hitting my forehead. He was biting at his bottom lip as sweat rolled down his forehead. I wanted to make him explode and sucked all I could of the huge cock head in my mouth. After a minute or two of this, I easily deep throating his thick dick as I worked him into a frenzy.

“Damn, your mouth is hot!” The old man called out excitedly as he fucked my mouth faster and faster. “Get ready. I’m going to unload! Damn! Here it comes!”

Then suddenly the old man did a double clutch with his hips and started to spew his thick hot milky cum in my mouth.

“Ahhhhhhh....” He cried out from the intense feeling.

I sucked every thick wad that shot out of his big red cock head. The last few times he hunched I took every inch of his cock in my throat. His breathing was short and he grunted and moaned as quiet as possible. Then I quickly I stood up and jerked my boxer shorts down. My long fat dick sprung up and stood straight out from my body. It was so hard it was throbbing. The old man's eyes got big as he looked at my thick dick.

"Damn! What a cock! Shit, I bet my wife couldn't take that thing. GOD, is it thick." Newt said as I moved up to him until my dick was touching him. Not to brag, but I have a solid 10" thick cock.

"Hell, makes my dick look small." He added. Then he surprised me by reaching down, grabbing hold of my dick and started jacking my dick hard and fast.

"GOD! I would love to have a cock the size of yours." He said looking into my eyes. I guess seeing monster cock thrilled Newt.

Knowing that and him jerking me off caused me to shoot off with the old man watching. Damn if it flew out with such force that it shot onto Newt, striking his cock with more hitting the front of his shirt. Instead of making Newt, it looked like he enjoyed being cummed on or he still could be in the thrall of his own nut. What followed was a brief awkward moment as I stuffed my dick back into my pants and he doing the same with the sudden shame of what he had done.

“Don’t worry, Newt. This is just between the two of us.” I said as I hurried out of the bathroom.

#Newt Gingrich #Newt #fan fiction #politician #american politician

[blair-the-juggalho]

TWDG Masterlist

Platonic:

TWDG S4 characters when a bubbly Y/N is sad

Smoking the devils lettuce with Mitch (TWDG)

TWDG Sarah with a cold hearted, sister! Reader after Carlos died

TWDG season 1 group reacting to Lily shooting (but not killing!) a preteen!reader

Twdg Season 1 group with an reader who’s looking after a kid

TWDG Ericsson kids with a reader who’s a good drawer

TWDG Ericsson gang with the reader taking care of a child

Doing chores with the ericsson kids

Ericssons kids thoughts on you when you first show up

Ericsson kids with a reader who has anger issues

Twdg gang with a very attractive reader

Ericsson gang reaction to reader who’s scary when mad

TWDG kids with a very attractive parental figure reader

Ericsson kids with a reader that’s tattooed and has scars

Romantic:

Twdg Ericsson gang with a reader who’s energetic but gets burnt out

TWDG Aasim and Ben with an S/O who’s only giddy when they’re around

TWDG Marlon with an S/O who is terrified of dogs

TWDG Ericsson gang reaction when a new person flirts with their S/O but their S/O blanks them

TWDG Ben and Louis with an S/O who’s protective

TWDG nick x Wife!reader who’s the daughter of Carlos (who doesn’t approve of their marriage)

TWDG Ben and Louis with an S/O who’s taller than them

Ericsson gang x reader who can sing

Ericsson kids with a 6’0 , tall, stong reader with muscles

TWDG Ericsson gang plus clem with an S/O who bites to show affection

TWDG Ericsson gang with an S/O feeling lonely

TWDG gang with an S/O who’s a hip hop dancer

Twdg Ericsson gang with an S/O who has a deep but smooth voice

Twdg with a multilingual S/O

TWDG Ericsson gang + clem walking in on their S/O working out

TWDG Ericsson gang with an S/O who has a prosthetic arm and they can attach knives too it

Twdg Ericsson gang with a chubby S/O

TWDG Ericsson gang with an S/O that can drive

TWDG Ericsson gang with an S/O that says out of pocket shit

TWDG Ericsson gang with an S/O who plays sports

TWDG Ericsson gang with an S/O who has an NY accent

TWDG Ericsson’s gang and clems way of showing affection to the reader

TWDG Ericsson kids x reader who is a leader of their own survival group

Ericsson gang with an S/O with really long hair

TWDG Ericsson’s gang with an S/O who play fights them, kisses them, then acts like newts happened

Ericsson kids with an S/O with anxiety

Ericsson kids with an S/O who has a plushy collection!

Ericsson kids with an S/O who’s really strong and picks them up

Ericsson kids with a smooth talker S/O

Ericsson kids x reader with tattoos, scars and has recently dyed their hair

TWDG Ericsson kids with an attractive S/O

Ericsson kids with an S/O and friend who’s hella chill

Ericsson kids with an S/O who always does a victory dance

Twdg with an S/O that’s a a few months older than them

Ericsson kids with an S/O who fights like a ninja

Ericsson kids with an S/O who the raiders fear very much

General:

TWDG Ben dating headcanons

TWDG Dating Mitch head canons

TWDG dating Aasim head canons

Twdg Marlon dating headcanons

TWDG Ericsson gang when they have a crush

General Louis headcanons

Oneshots

Special treatment - Marlon x reader

[theplottdump]

The attraction level was insane honestly. Chet: You seem like a woman that appreciates the finer things in life. Can I interest you in dirty public bathroom sex? Sade: Oh 100%

Kaye: //texting// Mom? Can you come pick me up? I'm scared.

Meanwhile Valerian is just having a genuinely good time.

Val: So Newt, are you interested in chubby pale brunettes by any chance? I'm still working through some personal things, but I really like your teeth. Newt: Valerian. I'm going to stop you there. I appreciate the sentiment but I think we're better just as friends. (poor val)

#sade plott #chet chinsley #kaye finch #newt trimble #Plott Gen 5 #Main Plott #Gen5Part5 #Valerian Plott

[twisted-lover-boys]

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With A Botanist/Gardener Boyfriend

Dance Circle Dare

Leona’s Confession

Bunny Beastman Boyfriend

With A Small Boyfriend

RSA Student Proposes To Married Partner

Boyfriend Sings Gales Of Song

With A Teen Dad Dorm Mate (Platonic)

With A Cat Beastman Boyfriend

Boyfriend Who Is Afraid Of Ghosts

Boyfriend With Magic Weapon Who Overblots

First Kiss Drabble

With A Diasomnia Servant Boyfriend

Lactose Intolerant Partner Keeps Eating Dairy

With A Naga Boyfriend

“I’m gay for you!”

With A Liger Boyfriend

With A Long Lived Boyfriend

Lover From A Rival Kingdom

Leona’s Boyfriend Flirts With Him 🎃

Overblot Aftercare

With A Kitsune Boyfriend

Boyfriend Cuddles Out Of Anger

With An Albino Boyfriend

Nick Wilde-Like Boyfriend

With An Angel Devil Partner

Newt Scamander Boyfriend

With A Wednesday Addams-Like Boyfriend

Boyfriend Who Has A Scar Mouth

Bat Beastman Partner

Partner With A Duck

Crush kisses them as thanks

With a Cyno like reader

“Is your man still around” prank

MC who flirts with them

Megara-like boyfriend

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With A Botanist/Gardener Boyfriend

Finding Out Boyfriend Is A Dragon

Dance Circle Dare

Dvalin-Like Boyfriend

Bunny Beastman Boyfriend

With A Small Boyfriend

Jack’s Confession

With A Tall Boyfriend

Trans! Boyfriend With Dysphoria

With A Diasomnia Servant Boyfriend

With A 6’10” Boyfriend

With A Liger Boyfriend

Boyfriend Has A Plush Of Him

With A Dullahan Boyfriend

With A Jaglion Boyfriend

Boyfriend Had A Toxic Ex

With A Gregor-Like Boyfriend

Boyfriend Gets Bullied

Boyfriend who cosplays

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With A Botanist/Gardener Boyfriend

Bunny Beastman Boyfriend

Ruggie’s Confession

Boyfriend Sings Gales Of Song

Boyfriend Who Is Afraid Of Ghosts

With A Diasomnia Servant Boyfriend

With A Liger Boyfriend

With A Dog Beastman Boyfriend

With An Android Partner

With A Kitsune Boyfriend

Chubby! Clawhauser-Like Boyfriend

Boyfriend who is Malleus’ younger brother

Small but strong boyfriend

With a Cyno-like reader (pt.2)

Spoiling the Hyena

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #Savanaclaw #masterlist

[mewtwoandme]

Now Now, I wouldn't call Lakota chubby, more like....T H I C C (as a compliment). Jay should consider himself lucky

She fits right in with 'Two and Newt in the thicc thighs squad XD

#answered ask #yusef clark18

[mossy-rainfrog]

[ID: A traditional, black and white drawing and a comic of characters from Pacific Rim, and Vanessa Gottlieb.

The first drawing shows Vanessa, a chubby black woman with her curly hair in a bun, wearing a dark tank top, jeans, and doc martens. She has a necklace with the Star of David, and a ring looped onto the cord, and a tattoo of a figure with the lesbian symbol for a head on her right leg. Her left leg is a prosthetic from the knee down. She is sitting down atop a part of a jaeger, with her legs spread, holding a wrench in one hand as she towels off her face with the other. She smiles up to the side kindly. The next two images are closeups of her face, and tattoo.

The comic has five panels. The first panel shows Newt and Hermann walking together. Newt is wildly asking questions about Vanessa, exclaiming: “Dude, what the fuck, you didn’t tell me you had a WIFE? Who doesn’t share that? When? How? I thought you were in a committed relationship with physics and hating fun. A MODEL?” Hermann looks exasperated as he replies “Yes, well...”

The next panel continues his sentence, saying “It’s not exactly the most traditional relationship.” The panel shows Vanessa sitting on a section of wall, pushing up a welder’s mask to smile at the approaching men. She happily calls out “Hermann!”

The next panel shows her approaching to greet Hermann, grabbing him by the shoulders and smiling. She says “It’s so good to see you!!” and he replies with a wide smile, “Same to you! How’s Don?” while Newt looks on in surprise in the background.

The next panel shows her grinning and breaking into a long winded ramble about Don while she gestures with her welding gloves still on. She says “Oh, she’s wonderful! I’m developing a new upgrade for her heart implant, I might ask you to review the details, actually, and also she’s expecting soon! We missed you for Shavuot, but don’t worry, I know how things are with the Marshall- he called me up just the other day, totally messed up one of my shoots, but that’s fine, you know I prefer this anyways. But, anywho, she asked me dancing last week at this LOVELY new lesbian bar - you’d hate the noise - but it was so nice, the owners are so kind, and...”

The final panel shows Newt and Hermann reacting as Vanessa talking in the background. Hermann is smiling fondly, with an arrow pointing to him that says “loves his queerplatonic wife and her gf”, while Newt grins wildly at him and just exclaims “DUDE”. End ID.]

ok the id for this is already really long, but the context for this is even longer so bear with me hlskdjflksdjf anyways I discovered this morning that apparently there was a WHOLE THING back in 2013 where the screenwriter of PacRim ( @travisbeacham lol ) basically introduced a wife for Hermann out of nowhere in the dubiously canon novel, and then got really frustrated with people online for “sidelining her” even though he’s the one who. didn’t write her into the movie whatsoever lol, and I lost my Mind over this and talked with @darkbitchithic extensively abt this and the two of us decided that Vanessa is actually Hermann’s beard, that they’re both gay and got married for family/other reasons, and are deeply close friends.

She’s a full time model, part time jaeger repair woman who loves her gf and her scrunkly favorite science lad. There’s a lot more that I’m holding back, but for now, pls enjoy cool Jewish butch lesbian model Vanessa Gottlieb and her bestie

#vanessa gottlieb #hermann gottlieb #newton geiszler #pacific rim #pacrim #newt geiszler #vanessa pacific rim #hermann pacific rim #newt pacific rim #disabled character #queer characters #queerplatonic relationship #pacific rim fan art #fan art #swear im working on those outfit memes btw i just had an aneurism abt this this morning so #described #mossy art #accessible art

[brandonwayneb]

ss RoseMary

ss Elvis

ss Wendy's

ss Russia

ss Soviet Union

ss Valor

ss Vladimir

ss Shiva

ss Hindu

ss Levitate

ss Birds

ss Bats

ss Cats

ss Snakes

ss Kylé

ss Stylé

ss Kim

ss Kay

ss Cvs

ss Rite Aid

ss Adam

ss Amish

ss Lizard Tail

ss Eye of Newt

ss Cameron

ss Karma

ss Caméléon

ss Camel

ss Raspberry

ss Ketchup

ss Amy Wine House

ss Velveeta

ss Chubby Chasers

ss BBW

ss LGBTQ

ss Alaska Husky

ss Ali Ali Ali

ss Allah Allah Allah

ss Always Always Always

ss Aladdin

ss Hercules

ss Pegasus

ss Lord Ganesh

ss Lord Vishnu

ss Tom

ss Jerry

ss Onyx

ss Mew

ss MewTwo

ss I dream of Jeanie

ss Bewitched

ss Daren

ss Samantha

ss Switzerland

ss Arabia

ss Adam’s Family

ss Tim Burden

ss Nightmare Before Christmas

ss Fay

ss May

ss Oxford

ss Corpse Bride

ss Jack Skellington

ss Sally

ss Xfiles

ss Dana Scully

ss Fox Mulder

ss RugRats

ss Dexter Laboratory

ss Dexter

ss DeeDee

ss Chris Angel

ss MeerKat Manner

ss Power Puff Girls

ss Teen Titans

ss Batman Robin

ss Cat Woman

ss Ivy

ss Drew Barrymore

ss Twilight Zone

ss E.T.

ss Barbie

ss Ken

ss Seer

ss Rainbow

ss Arron

ss Gary

ss Garret

ss Valentines

ss Romeo

ss Juliet

ss Selina

ss Gomez

ss 101 dalmatians

ss Roger Rabbit

ss Bugs Bunny

ss Loony Tunes

ss Hermaphroditus

ss Hermaphrodite

ss Ritual

ss Spiritual

ss Twister

ss Scrabble

ss Hey Arnold…!

ss Clueless

ss Reese Witherspoon

ss Legally Blonde

ss Coffee

ss Java

ss Joe Joe

ss Jehovah

ss Judah

ss Buddha

ss Japan

ss Jasper

ss Jason

ss Poltergeists

ss Wrath

ss Ghost

ss Hub

ss Alaska Husky

ss Nazi Swat Team

ss Russian Swat Team

ss North Storm Swat Team

ss Rainbow Scissors

ss War Elephants

Not Deli

Not delMA

Not belMA

Not velMA

“toe shoulders”

“chest thighs”

War Sights

“tacoma wa” taco cat

“lakewood wa” blaire witch “claire donut”

“seattle wa” “caddie saddle” “sad duel”

“space needle” “ironic man”

“dallas tx” “shower dial ass” “day licenses”

“mckinney tx” “Macdonald kidney stones”

“princeton tx” “depraved dolls” “cell pre”

“Gideon” “Neo” “Geo” “Galaxy” “Guy Op”

“Soul Matron” “Arron”

100% Brandon

100% Bradley

99% Rainbow

1% Anti illuminati

Anti indoctrination

Anti inflammatory

Anti castrations

Anti assassinations

Anti Youth Thin Eye Z Nations

Anti Lab Bot Tony

Brandon Wayne

Bradley nickname

Sarah Johnny Kaye Burdett Leeper Rivera

Brandon Wayne Burdett

Bird’s Moon’s Bee’s

bwb bbw wb Warner Brothers

Jessica Ray Rivera

Jacob Gabriel Rivera

Justin Rivera

Kevin Rivera

Cara Autumn Burns

Cody Burns

Chad Burns

Clete Burns

Martha Burns

Morgan Burns

Pamela Burns

“4415 Daisy Meadow Dr”

“Katy Texas”

“77449”

Rainbow Peace and Power Taco Cat

Rainbow Peace and Power Ali Ali

Rainbow Peace and Power Allah Allah

Rainbow Peace and Power Always Always

Rainbow Peace and Power RoseMary

Rainbow Peace and Power Valor

Rainbow Peace and Power Vladimir

Brandon Wayne Burdett

BrandonwayNEB

Saint Binard

Catholic Vatican

Hindu India

San Francisco

Frankincense oil

Salam Islam

Barbie and Ken go to Jerusalem

Barbie and Ken go to San Francisco

Barbie and Ken go to Kentucky

Barbie and Ken go to Jupiter

Barbie and Ken go to Venus

Barbie and Ken go to King Author

Barbie and Ken go to Barnes & Noble

Barbie and Ken go to Ben & Jerry’s

Barbie and Ken go to Bed Bath and Beyond

Barbie and Ken go to Tel Aviv

Barbie and Ken go to El Salvador

Barbie and Ken go to Quebec

Joke: What Happens if Flamingos get Flees

Joke: Pinky and The Brain

“Lizzy Hebrew”

“Young Guys Satan Submissive”

“Old Guys Devil Dominance”

Varsity Volleyball

Valor RoseMary Vladimir

#ss #RoseMary #Vladimir

[stitchpunk1]

Decided to make another one of these sense I’m in a big TMNT mood. And yes I know Warren and Hypno is basically canon but I just love Mantis and Hypno more for some reason.

Flora-mantis/hypno. Flora was stung by a oozesquito and was adopted after being found scavenging for food in the junkyard. She has major anger issues after the negligence of her biological family. She is dating musekickers oc Jade.

Casey jr “Carrie”-raph/Casey. Carrie got her nickname from one of her uncles due to her absolute love of all things creepy and horror. She is dating Azuki.

Avery-Mikey/leatherhead. Avery is a little gator who loves her Shredder cat. After hearing her uncle Leo saying they should have merc’ed that cat(and after learning what merc meant) she told him he is now her least favorite uncle.

Izumi-Leo/usagi. I haven’t decided if she should be a rabbit, turtle, or some abomination of the two yet. She has ADHD and is very good with a sword.

Azuki-shredder/krang. Mutated from a vampire bat Azuki quickly burrowed herself into the hearts of her parents. Wanting nothing to do with world domination she made friends with the next turtle gen.

Billie-bebop/rocksteady. Billie is a rhino mutant with a love for all things punk and rock and roll. She has a knack for most instruments but loves guitar and singing most. She is dating Newt.

Rebecca “Newt”-Donnie. I haven’t decided with Newt if I’m going to stick with an OC I made for Donnie or if he’s just going to be a single parent. Newt is confined to a wheelchair so essentially plays the role of Oracle from Batman for her cousins when they go out. She takes after her fathers personality a lot and is probably the sassiest out of the kids. Out of all of them too she is closest to her Grandfather Drax.

Eloise-bullhop/big mama. Eloise is treated like an absolute princess by her parents. She’s basically a very less cruel mix of Darla Dimple and Charlotte Labouf.

Olivia-meatsweats/ghostbear. Olivia is a very fluffy and chubby white pig who is adored by her parents. Naturally she is a foodie and loves learning to cook with her father.

#stitchs ocs #musekickers #rottmnt #tmnt #repo mantis #hypnopotamus #casey jones #raphael #Leonardo #miyamoto usagi #shredder #krang #bebop #rocksteady #Donatello #big mama #bullhop #ghost bear #meat sweats