#nerds headcanons

[violetfoxviolarose]

Even More N.E.R.D.S. Incorrect Quotes.

Definitely stealing some of these for my NERDS side project I'm working on (*cough* it's on ao3 *cough*) in between my main fic. Enjoy friends!

Heathcliff: I have issues.

Jackson: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept-

Heathcliff: With you.

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Julio: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times.

Matilda: I hope you understand how food poisoning works.

Julio: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger i couldn’t eat.

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Any of them, tbh: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

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Heathcliff: Oh man, you have any shaving cream?

Julio: No, I don't like the way that it tastes.

Heathcliff: Wait… you eat shaving cream?

Julio: No. Why would I eat it if I don't like the taste.

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Julio, to Jackson: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.

Jackson: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.

Julio: You just told me you're pregnant.

Matilda: Congratulations Jackson, you're glowing!

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Jackson: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!

Julio: Apparently, we're not.

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Julio: What happened to your nose?

Matilda: I used it to break some guy's fist.

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Ruby: *double checking supplies in the boat* Compass. CB radio. Sunscreen.

Jackson: Hot dog costumes!

Ruby: I’m sorry, what?

Jackson: You know, in case we get lost at sea, and one of us, probably Julio, goes mad with hunger, we’ll put these on. Julio hates hot dogs, so he probably won’t eat us.

Ruby: Are you saying that Julio would rather eat us than hot dogs?

Julio: I do hate hot dogs.

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Jackson: Why are your tongues purple?

Duncan: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Matilda: I had a red one.

Jackson: oh.

Jackson:

Jackson: OH.

Heathcliff:

Heathcliff: You drank each other's slushies?

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Ruby: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.

Julio: I know what I saw.

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Jackson: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

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Julio: So uh, for this party and everything, do you, uh…

Heathcliff, sighing: You don't know how to dress for this, do you?

Julio, panicked: WHAT IS CLOTHES???

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Matilda: I need to dye my hair.

Ruby: …

Matilda: Or get another tattoo.

Ruby: …

Matilda: Or a new piercing.

Ruby: Why?

Matilda: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

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Julio: Is the pink panther a lion?

Jackson: Say that again but slower.

Julio: I don’t get it.

Jackson: He’s a PANTHER.

Julio: Is that a type of lion?

Jackson: No, it’s a fucking panther.

Julio: *googles panther* They aren’t pink?

Jackson: AND LIONS ARE?!

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Ruby: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.

Duncan, Jackson, Heathcliff, and Julio: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

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Duncan: I told Julio to grab snacks for everyone.

Ruby, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes fruit snacks?

*Duncan, Heathcliff, and Julio raise their hands*

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Julio: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be?

Ruby: Bleach.

Jackson: Sewage.

Julio: …Please calm down, edgelords.

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Jackson: Which country has the most birds?

Jackson: Portu-geese!

Ruby: That's a language.

Jackson: Portu-gull?

Ruby: Good recovery.

Matilda: I think you mean good re-dovery.

Julio: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

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Ruby: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner.

Heathcliff: Ruby, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck.

Ruby: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not.

Heathcliff: Well, I mean yeah.

Ruby: So come downstairs while they’re still hot.

Heathcliff: Wait, you just made them?

Ruby: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets.

Heathcliff: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time Ruby.

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Ruby: We should normalize not loving family members.

Heathcliff: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck uncle” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

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Jackson: Subs are so fun to play with. All you have to do is hint at what you might do, back them into a corner with a look, or grab their wrist in a certain way and they're a wide-eyed mess.

Duncan: What the fuck kind of Subway are you going to?

Ruby: Substitute teachers deal with so much shit.

Matilda: Guys.

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Julio: I'm bored, any suggestions?

Matilda: Sleeping is nice.

Julio: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it.

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Julio: Blue M&Ms are the best.

Matilda: whAT IS THIS SLANDER?

Julio: What about it? They are.

Matilda: I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH LIES ON MY CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!

Matilda: THE RED ONES ARE THE BEST!

Julio: YEAH? WELL YOUR MOM'S A HO!

Heathcliff: They're all chocolate inside, the colors don't mean anything.

Jackson: I like the yellow ones.

Julio and Matilda: SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH!

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Jackson: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Jackson: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Heathcliff: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Duncan: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Matilda: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Julio: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

Ruby: I hate you guys so much.

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Heathcliff: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?

Jackson: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

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Ruby: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public.

Matilda: The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

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Matilda: I'm not that stupid!

Heathcliff: Matilda, you literally ate the wax from a babybel.

Matilda: JACKSON TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

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Julio: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group.

Matilda: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine?

Julio: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.

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Duncan: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Julio: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back…

Heathcliff: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Ruby: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Jackson: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Matilda: Mental stability, my old friend!

Duncan: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

#N.E.R.D.S #n.e.r.d.s #headcanon #duncan dewey #julio escala #ruby peet #heathcliff hodges #jackson jones #matilda choi #headcanons #high school headcanons #nerds headcanons #incorrect quotes #headcanon: jackson is bad at math #headcanon: julio hates hot dogs

[cheonstapes]

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘THE SWEETER THE JUICE’ o(^-^)o

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. miguel o’hara x reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

SMUT

now he’s finally got you pregnant, he’s gonna do what he’s been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.

same universe as this miguel.

cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, they’re finally married!

800+ words

@cheonstapes : she’s back! again!

if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, it’d definitely be your tits.

if you think he was obsessed before — you don’t wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest — not that he was complaining.

“for fucks-sake, again?”

he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when he’s bending you over the bed and fucking you raw — luckily for him.

“here, honey. lift your arms for me.”

as you do, he pulls the shirt up — the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. “ah, shit — thanks, baby. but fuck, am i’m so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!” you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.

“maybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love — you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.” miguel’s voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck — kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.

“migs, how many times are you gonna say that?”

“as many as it takes for you to finally listen.”

the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut — he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much — especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.

it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. “dios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamá más guapa, ¿verdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.” miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband — but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.

the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over — pushing your back against the edge of the counter. “shit…been waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.”

mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip — craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you — his tip catching against your engorged clit. “m—migs, baby, fuck…” the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.

the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body — dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard — his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. “gonna paint my girls in my cum, love — sé una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mí.”

“‘course, baby.” you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry — head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. “god, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamí?” his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter — kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.

“mmph — y’know, i heard cum’s good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits — i think we should do this more often, love.”

“migs, if you weren’t, like — a whole scientist, i might’ve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.”

“…i mean, you said it — not me.”

all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.

-new year, new waiting for cheon to get her shit together andpost!

#cheonstapes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel smut #miguel o’hara smut #cheonstapes films!🪷 #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara x you #nerd miguel smut #nerd miguel

[tacticalprincess]

https://www.tumblr.com/tacticalprincess/745893903567388672/bouncing-on-nerdk%C3%B6nigs-cock-while-he-gushes?source=share

helloooo gosh i've been thinking about nerd!könig a lot :'((( i just want to dom him!!! it's okay if he's a little bit inexperienced— i can give him all the experience he wants.

sub!nerd!könig is the type to ask “am i doing good?” when he’s eating you out :(

you have a nice deal set up — he teaches you history, you teach him how to have sex. you finally spread your legs for him at the end of a long study session, presenting your pretty, bare pussy to his hungry eyes, and telling him to show you how he thinks it’s meant to be done. he’s never been more nervous in his life, unsure of where to look and touch first. he only knows about the female genitalia through sex ed and anatomy lessons, and he could name off every nerve and flap individually, but he’s never been presented with one in real life.

he goes for the safest option, spreading your chubby pussy lips and softly rubbing at your slippery clit. all while stuttering about how pretty you are, breath heavy and hot against your soaked cunt. his dirty talk isn’t even meant to be dirty, he’s just rambling out of nervousness, which only makes it hotter. “mein gott, you’re so wet. is that because of me?” “i’ve never seen such a cute, fat pussy… so warm inside.” “does this feel good? do you want my tongue now?”

you tell him usually this requires less talking, and he gets all flushed and embarrassed, finally diving in to lick and suck at your cunt. he’s messy and uncoordinated, trying his best to follow your instructions of how to swirl his tongue, when to dip his thick fingers into your hole. his drool and your slick pools at your ass, your back arching off the bed when he finds your g-spot, abusing the nerves with his calloused fingers while he suckles at your swollen clit. his hungry moans and whines vibrate up your abdomen, his glasses crooked from the way he’s smothering himself in your heat, addicted to the taste of you.

your encouragement is very important to him. your moans, the bucking of your hips against his face. if you get too silent, he stops, looking up at you with a fucked out look and messy face to ask if he’s still doing good. it’s not long before you’re forced to switch positions to regain control, riding his face while you tell him — and probably the rest of the dorm hall — just how good of a boy he is.

#bella writes⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #könig smut #könig x reader #konig cod #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig x you #könig cod #konig smut #konig x y/n #könig call of duty #cod smut #könig fanfiction #könig x you #könig mw2 #könig x y/n #könig headcanons #könig #cod x reader #konig #nerd!könig

[zephyrchama]

I like to sometimes think that the OM! demons and angels have a heightened sense for noticing other beings, like they know when someone or something is nearby even if it's incredibly still and silent. But they're so used to MC being around that MC can completely slip under their radar. MC's presence is a totally natural, constant part of their daily life. For better or for worse, they're too used to it.

They're just chilling in their room, doing whatever, until MC coughs. It really spooks them. Maybe they jump a little.

"How long have you been there?"

"I came in, like, three hours ago."

"What have you been doing that entire time?"

"I dunno, just... sitting here?"

"The whole time?"

"Yeah."

👀

#Thirteen might have this too. what if solomon's the only one who doesnt. haha what a nerd he only has normal prescence-sensing skills /jk #also consider the opposite: mc's prescence is an utterly un-ignorable shining beacon that they're constantly aware of #i had several fic ideas about this but ive got another convention coming up im planning for so theres no time to write em yet #obey me #obey me! #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanon #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me hc #obey me x mc

[ozzgin]

okay, hear me out: mean girl!reader x nerdy/sub!yandere

nerd!yan who gets bullied by you all the time, with harsh name calling and forcing him to do your homework.

nerd!yan who grows intrigued with you. you’re so confident, so pretty, so cool! how can he not like you?

nerd!yan who’s slowly growing more obsessed. his breath hitches whenever you loom over him with that annoyingly hot smirk of yours, calling him such mean, degrading names

nerd!yan who gets jealous whenever he sees you targeting someone else. you can’t bully them!! you should pay attention to him and only him. oh well, he’ll just have to eliminate the competition, so you can go back to “tormenting” him again.

nerd!yan who’s really such a pervert! he followed you home and was pleasuring himself to your scent that lingered on your clothing… such dirty behaviour!

mean girl!reader who returns home to find one of her classmates in her bedroom, and how can she not smile at the sight? he’s so pretty, such a cute little plaything…

mean girl!reader who had always been aware of nerd!yan’s obsessive tendencies, and played along. but now that he’s been caught red handed…

mean girl!reader who degrades poor nerd!yan for being such a disgusting pervert, but submits to nerd!yan’s fantasies anyway. she plays with him, leaving harsh love bites and scratches over his soft skin, reducing him to a moaning, whiney mess.

nerd!yan who’s basically your pet now, obediently following you throughout school, happily accepting all your orders, no matter how demeaning or gross they are.

people who even dare look your way with romantic interest? they get disposed of in…well, let’s just say, messy. oh, but not that nerd!yan will ever let you see it happen! your precious, beautiful eyes should be shielded from such violent acts. but if you ever ask… tilt your head playfully with a soft smile and ask him to let you watch, he might.

tldr; mean girl and a nerdy yandere that are both equally toxic for each other

have an awesome day!! I would really like to see you write a concept like this <3

-Ash

A/N: I'm including someone else's request as I think they mesh well together: "a mean bully!reader with a yandere!loser, where reader basically just uses him like a pet and has him do whatever she wants" I'll be doing my best, but do keep in mind this is written by a loser nerd so I can't guarantee accuracy. I also don't want to be too mean, even if it's hypothetical, y'know? 😭

Nerd! Loser! Yandere x Mean Girl! Bully! Reader

They say being in the right relationship motivates you to strive for the best version of yourself. Sometimes, the opposite is true. What happens when your soulmate brings out your most depraved self?

Content: female reader, mildly NSFW, obsessive behavior, violence, bullying, loser is meant in a loving way, yandere consents to everything

You really aren't that bad of a person. Or at least you weren't before you met the odd man you now call your boyfriend. How did it all begin? For the sake of full disclosure, alright, you have always been somewhat on the mean side. A little too sarcastic, a little too blunt, perhaps a little too harsh. You don't like soft people and have little patience for their stumbling attempts. But, you can hold your tongue as long as it doesn't involve you.

The meeting, at least from your point of view, was entirely accidental. Despite just starting your university year, your charisma had quickly gained you enough friends and acquaintances to have a stable sample of potential group partners. Except for one class. One single missing person, and you were asked to include a name you didn't recognize. Some young man who almost never showed up to class.

Oh, but he did. He was there for every lecture, for every seminar. His, and yours. His first encounter with you was not what most would call romantic. On day one he'd gotten lost. The crowded halls, the new environment, the noise, the smell, everything overwhelmed him, and he found himself wandering in a panic, until at last he bumped into you. The impact sent him straight onto the ground, books pathetically spilling from his trembling arms. You, on the other hand, remained standing as if nothing happened. "Pull yourself together, dumbass", you hissed through your teeth, looking into his eyes for one brief moment before moving on to your friends: "You have to give it to them straight, otherwise they'll think we're still in high school and someone will hold their hand all the time. It's embarrassing! Grown adults!"

He can't remember anything else from that day. Only your voice, your expression, your stance. Somehow, for whatever reason, that "dumbass" went straight to his heart. To think you'd look after him, a complete stranger. You were right, he needed to recollect himself and figure it out. Something even his own mother omitted to mention.

How he wished he could be like you. The way professors relied on you for discussions, the way your friends flocked for advice. But see, he knew you were faking most of it. That overly sweet smile and exaggerated politeness, all of it was a mask you'd learned to wear at any time. It only came off when dealing with people like him. There was a certain pride in that fact: he'd seen the real you. Not your "friends".

The more he thought about it, the more plagued by need he became. The need to hear you speak to him again, in that raw, unfiltered voice, with that disgusted glare piercing through his entire being. Thus, he did his best - as per your advice - to find another opportunity. The group work. One glance at him was enough for you to remember: "Ah, fuck, you're that dumbass from first day", you whined in frustration. Instant arousal.

And so, your unusual partnership began to develop. Or rather, your game of tormentor versus tormented. (Un)Paid actors and nothing more. It didn't take you long to notice his strange reaction to your verbal aggressions, almost as if the man relished in your ruthlessness. He seemed to know exactly what buttons to press in order to anger you. In return, you decided to see how far you could go until he'd finally cave in. From insults, to flicking him in the forehead, shoving him against the wall, ordering him around like a collared dog. You had your suspicions, but it all culminated when you went over to his little dorm room for a final project review. You'd gotten so upset - what did he even do? - that you pushed him hard into the ground and straddled him, holding onto the collar of his jacket and shouting profanities. A horrified grimace struck his face, and you froze. Have you gone too far? Was he finally going to ask that you stop, and put this strange charade behind? "P-please give me a moment, I..." he panted, frantically trying to move you aside. "I need to take care of myself. I'm so sorry." You hesitantly stood up and noticed the obvious erection in his pants.

You have a strange effect on him. He is not incapable; he knows it very well. And yet, the temptation is too great: to pretend, to exaggerate, to fail, anything to have you take the lead and lovingly scold him in the process. "What do you mean you're too anxious to present your part? Christ, you're useless. Utterly, completely useless." He can't wait to pleasure himself later to the memory of your words. Truly addicting. He doesn't mind being a doormat if it's your feet keeping him down. You bring out his most pathetic, perverted, deplorable self.

The same can be said about you. You've never been this mean to anyone. You hadn't even intended to reach this point, yet something keeps riling you up. Maybe it's his pleading pout whenever he's being reprimanded. The hooded, lustful eyes gazing up at you submissively and waiting for the next burning whip of your tongue. He brings out the worst in you and he loves every second of it.

You unlock the door and march into the bedroom (you've since moved in together). Without a warning, you grip his chin tightly and give the man a firm tug, forcing him to pay attention. "You did something, didn't you? I was supposed to meet with a classmate for coffee and he vanished without a trace. Won't answer my texts or calls." He shakes his head in denial at first, wide innocent eyes glistening in fear. Ah, he can't help it. His lips curl in a crooked grin. He's been caught. You shove two fingers in his mouth, and without delay he twirls his tongue around them hungrily. "What a psychotic bitch you are. You want to be the only one, huh? Is that what it is about?" Between the slurps and the whimpers, you can discern a hurried nod.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere nerd #yandere loser #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere male #tw yandere #female reader #obsessive love

[purerae]

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YANDERE!PERV X FEM!READER // PT1

warnings ;; nsfw themes, creepy behaviour, overall yandere themes

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who didn’t really believe in love at first sight. ‘People were horrible and mean, loves not real at all!’

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who immediately disregards his previous statement the moment he saw you, his ears perking up at the sound of your voice speaking to your fellow classmates.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who’s enamoured with you the first time you ran into the lecture hall, hair messed up, books all jumbled and bag almost falling off. You looked so perfect and sweet!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who watches you so intently as you work, he stares at you as if he’s an eagle. Everyone notices him staring at you and thinks he’s a perverted freak, but you don’t pay any mind to it. That must mean you think he’s okay!? that must mean you like him..<3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who doesn’t even have a conversation with you for months but just practically eye-fucks you. He remembers all your outfits and if you ever rewore them. Your favourite sweater, which he wants to steal so he can do god knows what to it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who almost whimpers when you sit next to him, He secretly thanks the person who stole your self assigned seat.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who’s eyes widen as he realises he’s going to have to speak to you. shit shit shit what should he do?!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who after 30 long minutes, has the courage to shyly ask for a pen. quickly hiding his stationary; he stutters, pauses, and whispers the 7 words. It’s practically impossible to understand him. “d..do you have…a p..pen that i can borrow..?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who almost combusts when you give him a polite grin, saying ‘of course!’ and lending him a pen before focusing back on your work. To you it was a conversation you don’t think twice about, for him? It made his entire month.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who can’t even focus on his work as he notices the bite marks on top of your pen. your lips and teeth touched the lid…his slender fingers slowly brush the bite marks, hands quivering with delight. Even a streak of blood couldn’t compare to how red he was. He’s keeping this pen no matter what.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who gasps in relief when you leave forgetting to ask for your pen back, he quickly puts it in his bag and beams happily all the way back to his flat. The happiest he’s been in years!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who places the stolen pen on his night desk, and kisses the top of it every night like a routine. ‘I’m practically kissing her~!’

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who slowly collects the things you accidentally leave behind. Half drunk water bottle? His. A tissue you used when it was getting a bit cold? In his pocket like it’s his hankerchief. A core of an apple you chucked into the trash can before walking into the class? Treats it like it’s Gods gift

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who built a mini shrine of your belongings at the back of his closet. His harmless little secret, no body, especially you needs to know.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who loves you so so so much! he’d do anything for you! ..even if you guys have only ever spoken once or twice.

“Mmm hey! Can you help me with this question…?”

purerae<3

#what a silly guy #i posted this like a couple of months ago but accidentally deleted it an hour later LOL #purerae #yandere blog #male yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere nerd x reader #yandere nerd #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc #yandere male #yandere x female reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #nerd x reader #yandere hcs #yandere scenarios #male yandere x reader #yandere classmate #yandere classmate x reader

[abel-draws]

My faves should meet

#fischl #furina #genshin impact #genshin fanart #genshin comic #fanart #fontaine #the fact that fischl isn't an actress in the new event is just- #she needs to be there she needs to be friends with furina AAAAA #if genshin won't give fischl screentime i will this is personal now i love her SO MUCH #this is fischl propaganda and you're here to witness is #please tell me about your fischl headcanons #i need to draw her with cyno he'd be like her cool uncle who teaches her how to DM tabletop games #fucking nerds AAA I LOVE THEM!!!!!

[runraerun]

Do you guys ever think about how canonically the vessels that angels occupy aren’t supposed to age (s12e10 when Cas is impressed his buddies kept their same vessels for well over a century. Also apparently Cas tells Jimmy when he first was requesting permission to inhabit his body, that Jimmy would not age while he was doing so.)

…but Castiel definitely ages. Obviously I get that this is simply because Misha himself is aging, but *my* in-universe headcanon is that he’s choosing it, (whether consciously or unconsciously) because he wants to grow old with Dean.

UPDATE: I wrote a fic for this. Enjoy!🐝

#because he’s a romantic little nerd #destiel #castiel #Destiel headcanon #Dean Winchester #he goes from dad to daddy #let’s be real #Misha collins #old men fucking #spn #supernatural #daddystiel #Destiel #deancas #someone’s probably already thought of this before me #but I’m re-entering the fandom after being gone for years so forgive me pls #1k

[milkywayes]

GARRUS VAKARIAN: DATABASE IMAGE ACCESS. > PT. 1 : 2160, 2166, 2170. > all files backdated according to user preferences: (terran_coordinated.calendar).

#mass effect #mass effect fanart #garrus vakarian #mass effect garrus #castis vakarian #solana vakarian #turians #alien #palaven #artists on tumblr #illustration #art #scifi #video games #milkyart #garrus retro #I want to make more of these so I'm giving it a tag #headcanons go as such: #turians have a downy coat from birth to toddler age after which actual feathers develop - which molt during puberty. #they're the color of the plates since feathers are modified scales! so for the vakarian siblings they're silvery. #child garrus playing spectre - solana already annoyed by it back then. but hey at least he's using sources for his make believe? nerd #first time castis takes him shooting it's a live target. have fun kid I hope this won't awaken anything in you or do irreparable damage #castis voice: I didn't raise him like this! #well buddy someone did. #also - hard to see but the leaves and tree trunks have a metallic sheen :-) #god this took SO LONG ive never done something quite like this before! also wanted to do landscape for once. #social media is so hostile to this format but I think 3 images is a good workaround #will make a detail post later on... the faces are probably getting fried by tumblr :( #oh I gave castis the comic markings. they look way better and imo make more sense. and we don’t talk about me:a here

[violetfoxviolarose]

Mother's Day

I wrote this in my spare time after the idea came spontaneously. Takes place after book 5, in the spring. Enjoy!

Something was up with Jackson.

Heathcliff hadn’t known him for that long all things considered, at least not in a friendly sense, but he could still tell things were off. His normally jokey self had been toned down significantly; he hadn’t made a single wisecrack on their last mission and had been all business. Heathcliff had watched him zone out frequently in class, lost deep in thought. He was tense, almost sullen. He was easily irritated. It was like he was a completely different person.

Everyone else had also picked up on it. Julio had made jokes that would’ve normally had Jackson dying, but they had only elicited a small chuckle. Ruby’s allergies had been acting up around him, but she couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong exactly; he had ignored her attempts to figure out what was wrong. He hadn’t even bothered arguing with Matilda when she tried to playfully pick a fight, like they often did. Duncan had tried to ask Jackson what was wrong, but had only received an, “I’m fine, just a little tired,” in reply. Yeah, right.

He looked over at Jackson, who was completely zoned out, staring at his desk. He had dark circles under his eyes and was idly turning a pencil over in his hand. Normally he would pass notes to Heathcliff behind the teacher’s back, but he hadn’t done so today. Hm. He really was off, wasn’t he?

Frowning, Heathcliff tore a small piece of paper off his notebook, and quickly scribbled out a message to Jackson.

Hey, everything good?

He folded it over a couple of times and tossed it onto Jackson’s desk. Jackson didn’t notice at first, still giving his desk a thousand-yard stare. Heathcliff waited for the teacher to turn back to the board to write something, and he leaned over and poked Jackson with the eraser end of his pencil. Jackson jumped in response to this, startled. He wildly looked around before his vacant gaze settled on Heathcliff. Heathcliff nodded his head in the direction of the note. Jackson moved his head, noticed it, and turned back around, opening it. He stared at it for a few moments, before writing something on it. Heathcliff turned his attention back to the board, pretending to not notice Jackson folding the note back up out of the corner of his eye.

The note landed back on Heathcliff’s desk, and he picked it up and discreetly unfolded it.

Yeah. Didn’t get much sleep last night haha.

Heathcliff frowned. Yeah, Jackson was definitely hiding something. He didn’t write another reply on the note, instead looking over at Jackson, who was staring blankly at the chalkboard. Heathcliff noticed Jackson hadn’t taken a single note or even sketched a single doodle on his notebook for the entire class. The class seemed to pass at an agonizing pace. It was early May, unusually warm, and their social studies classroom was stuffy. Heathcliff wanted to talk to Jackson and figure out what was wrong; he hated seeing someone normally so full of life so down in the dumps (and yeah, he was just as surprised he was thinking that about Jackson, of all people).

The bell finally rang, ending the school day. Everyone else in the room jumped out of their seats, chattering noisily and excitedly, ready for the weekend. Except for Jackson. Normally he was just as excited the weekend had arrived like anyone else. Not this time though. He slowly stood up and started putting away his things. Heathcliff watched him; it was like watching someone getting ready to leave for their execution rather than home for the weekend. When he turned and quickly headed out of the classroom without so much as a glance back, Heathcliff decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Jackson, wait —!”

Too late. Jackson was gone. Heathcliff quickly shoveled his own belongings into his bag and stood up, hurrying out of the classroom. He looked around the chaotic halls for a sign of gelled-up blonde hair, but didn’t see anything initially. He decided to try Jackson’s locker, and turned to head off in that direction, shoving his way through the crowds.

After about a minute of making his way against the flow of traffic, he managed to spot Jackson at his locker. He still had that vacant gaze about him. He looked exhausted.

“Jackson!”

Jackson turned to look at Heathcliff. “Oh. Hey Heath.”

“Dude, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird all week.” He hadn’t expected himself to just . . . jump right in, as it were. He was never really the type. This called for drastic measures, though. He had never seen Jackson so . . . off before. “You’ve been acting weird all week. What’s going on?”

Jackson offered the most half-hearted smile Heathcliff had ever seen in his life. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just haven’t been sleeping great. I think the stress of school and NERDS is getting to me, that’s all.”

Heathcliff tensed his brow. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Jackson —”

“Seriously.”

“Well — but —”

“Hey, I said I was fine, Heath.” 

God, it was like talking to a brick wall. “You don’t seem fine at all,” Heathcliff attempted to probe. Jackson sighed slowly, irritated.

“I told you, I’m —” 

“Hey! Jones!”

Heathcliff flinched, and he noticed that Jackson did too. It was Brett Bealer, walking past in a massive pack of his dudebro friends. Heathcliff watched as they all slowed to a stop in front of the two of them. He glanced over at Jackson, who looked uncharacteristically upset at this development. He noticed Jackson’s jaw tighten. 

There was a beat of silence. Heathcliff had braced himself for the inevitable conflict, when he noticed Brett smile. It was freaky, almost uncanny. 

“Happy mother’s day.”

This elicited chuckles from the group, and they continued moving on to wherever they were going to. Heathcliff was baffled. Why was he being nice to them? And why “happy mother’s day” of all things?  Yeah, that was this weekend. What about it? It wasn’t like they were mothers or anything.

“Well, that was . . .”

He never finished his sentence. Jackson had a stricken look on his face that caused the words leaving Heathcliff’s mouth to die on his lips. It was the most upset he’d ever seen him. In the blink of an eye, Jackson turned and stormed off down the hall in the opposite direction, leaving his locker wide open.

“Jackson! Jackson, wait!” Heathcliff called hopelessly after him, but he was already gone. He shut Jackson’s locker and hurried after him, hopelessly trying to catch up. Man, Jackson was fast when he wanted to be. He lost sight of him very quickly, and had to guess where Jackson might have gone.

He turned around the corner and saw one of the doors leading out of the school closing slowly. Heathcliff jogged over to it and exited the building. He looked around and then saw Jackson. He was sitting on the curb near the now vacant bus drop-off zone, head buried in his arms. Heathcliff slowly made his way over to Jackson, a bad feeling in his stomach.

“Hey . . .” Heathcliff began cautiously. Jackson didn’t move or make any indication that he noticed Heathcliff.

He carefully sat down on the curb next to Jackson. Jackson lifted his head, looking Heathcliff in the eye. His expression was unreadable, but he was clearly upset.

“Look . . . it’s just Brett being stupid,” Heathcliff began, cautious. He looked away from Jackson and talked into the distance. “I mean . . . I don’t know what his deal is, but . . . it seemed like he was trying to be weirdly nice. I dunno. He probably just doesn’t know you’re having an off day. Though why he would bring up mother’s day, I don’t —”

He looked back over at Jackson, and was mildly horrified to see that Jackson’s expression had crumpled into one of anguish.

“He does know,” Jackson said, voice cracking. “He knows exactly why. He knows that I don’t have a mom anymore.”

Heathcliff felt his stomach drop. Jackson turned away and buried his face in his arms again.

I don’t have a mom anymore.

Suddenly, everything clicked. The acting strange, the loss of peppiness and humor, the dark circles, the spacing out, Brett and his dumb friends, “Happy Mother’s Day,” Jackson’s awful expression upon hearing that . . . it all hit Heathcliff like a ton of bricks.

“Jackson, that’s . . .” Heathcliff began, finding his voice. “God, that’s such an awful thing for him to do.” 

A beat of silence.

“I . . . I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” Heathcliff said, voice quieter. “You . . . you never told us.”

Jackson lifted his head again. His eyes were red.

“I . . . I never felt comfortable talking about it,” he mumbled. Heathcliff nodded sympathetically.

“Do you want to talk about it now?” he asked.

Jackson was silent for a solid minute, staring out into the distance. It was surprisingly quiet, almost uncomfortably so. Heathcliff could hear the faint sound of kids yelling on the nearby elementary school playground, and the noise of cars on the road. Everything felt amplified in the silence.

“. . . My mom died when I was in the fourth grade,” he began, his voice quiet. He trailed off again, looking like he was trying to find the words to say.

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Jackson sat up a little straighter. “She . . . she had ovarian cancer. It’s really hard to detect, since there’s almost no symptoms in the early stages. We found out later she had a gene mutation that made her risk go way up, but we didn’t know until after she had it. She didn’t have any warning signs for a really long time. By the time she went to the doctor to see what was wrong, it had already spread to her spine.”

He took in a shaky breath. “She started doing chemo and stuff, but it . . . it was too late. It was really aggressive. They gave her a year at most . . . she lived for eight months after. She lived in a care facility for the last few months, and . . .” He paused, his eyes glazing over again in the same fashion as before. “Dad hasn’t been the same since,” he finished in a whisper.

Heathcliff felt a pang in his chest looking at Jackson. He couldn’t have even begun to imagine that Jackson Jones, loud, flamboyant, cocky, arrogant, confident, energetic, happy Jackson Jones, could have had any type of baggage. Of course, saying that, it sounds incredibly stupid; of course he could have baggage. Everyone had baggage of some kind. But the thought had just seemed so far divorced from possible when looking at how he acted. You never would’ve guessed he had any problems whatsoever. Heathcliff remembered that month or so at the Playground, wanting to go home. Missing his mom. He couldn’t even begin to imagine not being able to ever see her again.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he told Jackson genuinely. 

Jackson nodded in acknowledgement, before his face screwed up again, this time in anger.

“God! I never should have become friends with stupid Brett Bealer!” he shouted out into the parking lot. “I . . . I trusted him with telling him about it. I thought . . . I thought he cared . . . and even after we were done, I didn’t think he’d use it against me!”

His face fell again. He went silent, his lips trembling slightly. “My mom . . . she died on Mother’s Day. We went to the hospice place to visit her, and she was . . . really bad. I . . .”

A few tears finally escaped, and he hastily wiped them away with his wrist. “We were there for the last few hours of her life . . . all of us, Dad, Chaz, my grandparents . . . I . . .”

He looked over at Heathcliff, then turned away again. He choked out a sob, before finally beginning to cry fully, hanging his head. “I’ve never gotten it out of my head.”

Heathcliff wanted to comfort him, but wasn’t sure how to. He’d never found himself in this situation before, and felt a tad awkward. This was way beyond what he was expecting to have to manage today. Hopefully he wouldn’t mess it up.

He tentatively reached out and rested his hand on Jackson’s shoulder. Jackson flinched slightly on contact, but he relaxed afterward, continuing to cry quietly. After a few moments, Jackson sniffed loudly.

“I’m sorry . . .” he said slowly, voice still thick with tears. “I’ve never talked about this to anyone before.”

“It’s okay,” Heathcliff replied. “It really is.” Jackson wiped his eyes and offered a small, sad smile. 

Heathcliff looked out into the distance again, giving Jackson some space to sniff and wipe his eyes.

“You know . . .” He turned back to Jackson. “You’re not the only one who’s lost a parent. If you need to talk to someone who understands better, you could always talk to Julio, I’m sure —”

He was cut off by Jackson aggressively shaking his head. “No. No way,” he said quietly. “I can’t possibly talk to him about this. Julio lost everything all at once . . . his mom, his dad, his brother . . . he wouldn’t want to listen to me and my problems, they’re insignificant compared to what he went through.” He sighed.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Heathcliff replied. “But, if you’re worried about him listening to you, all you have to do is bring him sugar. Seriously, if you bring him a Costco 50-pack of Oreos and a two-liter of cherry vanilla coke, you can talk about literally anything to him.” In spite of his tears, Jackson laughed in response to this, shaking his head in response.

“Really though,” Heathcliff continued, “Look, I know this is probably really hard to talk about, but . . . we’re your friends, and your teammates. You can, and probably should, talk to us about stuff like this.”

Jackson nodded silently. “I . . . I don’t even know where to begin. And, like, it’s so awkward and . . .”

“You don’t have to if you really don’t want to,” Heathcliff told him again. “But . . . we can all tell when you’re off.”

“You can?” he asked, surprised.

“You’re an open book. You have an awful poker face, and you’ve been acting weird for the past few days. Everyone’s noticed.”

Jackson blinked in surprise, then grimaced. “Ah, jeez. I didn’t mean to bother people.”

“I wouldn’t call them bothered. More ‘concerned’ than anything. It’s very out-of-character for you to go all silent.”

Jackson sighed in response to this. He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I just . . . I dunno. This was . . . a lot. I don’t know if I can do it again. Especially in front of . . . everyone.”

“Well, personally, I think you should, but only because it’s really not some horrible secret. No one’s gonna judge you for not having a mom, or for being sad about it. Besides, we care about you. Even Ruby’s taken a liking to you, and she hated your guts almost as much as I did. We’re all worried.”

Jackson turned this over silently. “I’ll think about it,” he said quietly.

They sat there on the curb for a few more minutes in silence. Heathcliff occasionally stole glances at Jackson, who was pondering everything, eyes still red. He sniffed occasionally. Finally, Jackson spoke up again. 

“Thanks for coming to find me,” he said. “It felt good to get that all off my chest.”

“It’s no problem,” Heathcliff replied. “It was the least I could do.” Jackson gave Heathcliff a small smile in response.

“Man, I really should’ve become friends with you in the first place, not Brett. Even after all I did to you, you’re still more sympathetic than that jerk ever was.”

Heathcliff couldn’t help but smirk at this. “You, Mr. Football Star, friends with a nerd? Inconceivable.”

Jackson snorted. “Well, we’re here now, aren’t we?”

“You’re one of us now. The old you is long gone.”

Jackson paused, thinking about this. “You’re right. Well, sorta. Mostly. I’m less of a jerk, or, well, I’m not really a jerk anymore.” He paused again, reflecting. “I should’ve treated you guys better.”

He sighed, sitting up straight. “I . . . definitely took a lot out on you guys. A lot of anger . . . at my mom being sick, my dad being stressed out, my brother taking some of his problems out on me . . . I was in a really dark place for a while. Getting those braces on really was for the best, but the loss of my friend group messed me up even more for a while.” He looked over at Heathcliff. “God, if I had stopped sooner, maybe you wouldn’t have face-heel turned into villainy.”

Heathcliff was not expecting Jackson to bring this up, and definitely not in the candid manner he had just done. He felt himself become warm with shame, and turned away.

“I mean . . . you didn’t really help things . . . but I was already moving down a dark path. I was already snowballing when you joined. It . . . well, if I hadn’t been stopped prior, it probably still would have happened, no matter what.”

He dared to glance back at Jackson, expecting a judgmental reaction, which, in his opinion, would have been completely justified. Instead, Jackson was giving him a comforting, almost understanding glance.

“Heh, I guess we’re more alike in that regard than I originally thought.”

Heathcliff couldn’t believe his ears. “You did not just compare you being a schoolyard bully to me attempting to take over the world,” he said, dumbfounded.

Jackson laughed in response to this. “Okay, but like . . . I’m not wrong.”

“But —”

“I’m not. Think about it. We were both scorned by stuff in our personal lives, and we took it out on the people around us, sometimes violently.” He grinned, satisfied with his observation.

Heathcliff thought about this, feeling his face scrunch up. It was a bit of a reach, he thought, but he figured he’d allow the victory for Jackson; he seemed like he needed one today.

“Well, in that case, you could probably benefit from talking to a professional. Like me.”

It was Jackson’s turn to be surprised. “Oh? You’re seeing a therapist?”

“Yeah. Brand and Deprankova wanted me to talk to a therapist about . . . everything. They brought a psychologist into the Playground to work with me.”

“So . . . how’s that going?”

“It’s weird, talking to someone about everything. I never thought I’d tell anyone anything about how I’m feeling . . . or about what I did, especially not to a stranger.” He felt the corner of his mouth turn up slightly. “You’d probably be a pretty easy case, honestly, at least compared to me. I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but . . . well, here we are.”

He was pleased to see Jackson laugh in response to this. 

“Well, I’ll think about it. It might be a good idea, if you think it’s helping you,” Jackson said.

“Yeah, it is helpful, more than I thought it would be anyway.”

Jackson nodded in response. Then, he stood up.

“So . . . I was going to visit Mom’s grave today after school. Do you want to come with? If you’re comfortable doing so.”

Heathcliff thought for a moment, before shrugging. “Sure, if you want me there.”

Jackson grinned, sunlight flashing momentarily off his braces. “I do, actually. I think I’ll feel less lonely if you’re there.” He offered a hand to Heathcliff, and he accepted it, getting to his feet.

“Lead the way,” he told Jackson.

The two of them left the school, and began to walk in the direction of the cemetery, Jackson assuring Heathcliff it wasn’t too far away. It sort of was, but both of them were fairly active, so it wasn’t any big deal to walk for that long. Jackson had fallen silent, and Heathcliff allowed it to stay that way. If Jackson wanted to talk, he could, but he wasn’t going to force conversation. They remained silent for the nearly half hour-long walk to the cemetery.

“Here we are,” Jackson said, stopping momentarily in front of the entrance. The black steel gates to the cemetery were open, and the two of them set off down the paved road, walking on the edge in case of cars. The sun was still high in the sky, but the large trees shaded them as they made their way into the heart of the cemetery. It was quiet, with practically no cars anywhere. The only sound was the wind moving through the trees. Flowers were in bloom, and fresh flowers were everywhere, on the trees and next to graves and memorials. 

Jackson turned suddenly, and Heathcliff followed him onto the grass. They walked for a while off the pavement, passing by headstones with various names engraved onto them. Heathcliff noticed a particularly large headstone, a family plot indicator with Jackson’s last name carved into it. It was dark gray, and had an engraved cross above the name.

“Looks like Chaz and Dad have already come by today.” 

They came to a stop. In front of them was a light gray, slanted headstone. A small wreath of flowers was placed next to it, as was a small steel vase with a few more flowers.

Kara Tiffany Jones

Beloved wife, mother, aunt, athlete, and friend.

Forever in our hearts, until we meet again.

The headstone had engravings of garlands of flowers around the edges, and Heathcliff noted a volleyball carving underneath the writing on the stone.

“A volleyball?” he found himself asking.

Jackson nodded, a sad smile on his face. “She played volleyball pretty much all her life. She got a scholarship for a varsity college team and played all through college. She met Dad at a sports bar, and they started dating shortly after. And . . . the rest is history.”

Heathcliff nodded soberly in response to this. “Sports are a big thing for you guys then?”

“Yeah. Dad did football, Mom did volleyball. We watched football as a family, we played sports together, went to games. Chaz pretty much went through every sport in existence, and I settled on football pretty fast. We pretty much ate, breathed, lived sports. I mean, we still kind of do. But with Mom gone . . .”

He trailed off, silently looking at the gravestone. He took in a breath, slightly shaky.

“. . . With Mom gone, it feels harder to connect. And not being able to play football doesn’t help.”

“Do you really want to go back to that life? Playing football on a team, I mean,” Heathcliff found himself asking.

Jackson was silent for a moment. He moved to sit down on the grass, and Heathcliff joined him.

“I . . . I . . . I think it’s more about wanting to connect with Mom again, rather than wanting to be with a team again . . . with those guys again. I . . . I really do think this is the right path for me, though. Joining NERDS, becoming a spy . . . it just feels like this is what I was meant to do, more than football. Meeting you guys I think was the best thing that ever happened to me, even if I didn’t realize it at the time. I do miss the game, though. I don’re right.”

He sighed. “Sometimes, though, I wonder if Mom can see me from wherever she is. I wonder if she’s sad about how much our family has changed. Her two kids aren’t in sports anymore, and that was our life, you know?”

Heathcliff thought for a moment. “Well . . . I never met your mom. But, I mean, I dunno what mom wouldn’t be proud of her son saving the world on a weekly basis. We’re . . . you are doing a really important thing. And,” he looked over at Jackson, “She probably would be glad to see you’re not a bully anymore.”

Jackson smiled sadly again. “Yeah. I hope you’re right.”

“Don’t worry, I’m always right.”

This elicited a gentle punch to the upper arm from Jackson. “Yeah. Sure.”

“You doubt me?”

“Very much so.”

“Well, you shouldn’t.”

“How come?”

“You know anyone else who’s built a time machine?”

“You don’t even remember doing it because of the continuity change!”

“Ruby told me I did it, and I believe her.”

“What, so . . . you building a time machine means that you’re never wrong?”

“Yeah, that’s how that works.”

Jackson snickered at the conversation. Heathcliff was glad to see him in better spirits.

Jackson looked back at the headstone. He sighed.

“I miss her a lot,” he said simply. “It’s been two years, and I still miss her like crazy.”

Heathcliff nodded. “I can’t even imagine not being able to see my mom ever again. You’re a lot stronger than me, that’s for sure.”

“Honestly? I’m not, not by much anyway,” Jackson told him. 

He reached out and touched the gravestone. “I think Mom would’ve liked you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She let me be friends with Brett, but she definitely got annoyed with him a lot. He always made a mess whenever we hung out. He wasn’t exactly the politest kid. I think she’d like you, and how you’re not completely full of yourself and rude. She’d also probably lay off about me needing to read more if I got you to deflect all her ‘how was school?’ questions.” He sadly looked at the stone. His eyes had that glazed look again, but he seemed less distressed, less alone.

“I’m glad you think I’d get your mom’s approval.”

“I’m glad we’re friends,” Jackson said. “Seriously.”

He smiled at Heathcliff and stood up, brushing loose grass off his pants, Heathcliff following suit.

“Thanks for coming with me,” Jackson said. “I really do appreciate it.”

Heathcliff smiled easily at him. “Of course. I’m just glad to see you in better spirits.”

Jackson turned towards Heathcliff. “So . . . now what?”

“Well . . . what do you want to do?”

Jackson thought for a moment. “You wanna come over for dinner?”

Heathcliff thought for a moment. “I think I can do that, but only under one condition.”

Jackson raised his eyebrows. “Which is . . . ?”

“You gotta tell the team. I know what I said, and you don’t have to go into details, but . . . they’re concerned. They just want to know what’s wrong. We’re your friends, after all.”

Jackson pursed his lips, thinking.

“You know how you and Matilda banter all the time? And how Ruby has to tell you guys to stop every time? Mat tried picking a fight with you Wednesday, man. When you barely reacted, she was down for the rest of the day.”

“She was? I didn’t notice.”

Heathcliff nodded. “Like I said, we’re your friends. We, shock horror, get worried when you act weird. We need the jokester back, it’s lifeless in the Playground without him.”

Jackson stuck his hands in his pockets, tipped his head towards the sky, and sighed.

“Alright . . . I’ll tell them when I see them next. But only cause I want you to come over.”

Heathcliff smirked. “I’ll allow it.”

The two of them turned away from the grave, and made their way out of the cemetery towards Jackson’s house, the silence between them feeling less heavy than it had previously. ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ END ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

SMUT

you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

2k+ words

@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum

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[konigsblog]

tw: size difference/size kink, handjob, degrading, guilt tripping. MDNI 18+

giving nerd-könig a handjob. 📚

könig doesn't like when you make him out to be a pathetic, perverted man who can't control his fat cock, even if it's the truth. he's not pathetic in the sense that he's submissive, but he's pathetic in the sense that he'll use manipulation and coercion to get what he wants, yearning for your soft, lustful touch.

könig gets off to the sight of you wearing his glasses. growing up, he'd get frustrated by the comments people would make about him wearing glasses or asking to try them on. but you? you're an exception. gazing dizzily into your eyes, the sight of you wearing them left könig's eyes half-lidded and delirious, his thick and stiff boner hardening at the sight of you.

he appreciates it when you rub his hard dick. his eyes shut tightly, feeling his core tighten, craving the softness of your fingers around his girthy cock.

you roll his navy blue sweatshirt up, revealing his chubby and hairy stomach, globs of his pearly creaminess smeared along his abdomen. könig's leaking cock oozes out his milky arousal, hot and thick, running down his shaft as you hold it firmly. he huffs and puffs, his chest rising and falling with anticipation and excitement as you begin stroking him slowly, watching as his body jerks and twitches, his meaty girth throbbing in your soft hands.

you giggle quietly, mocking his desperate and guttural groans and the sound of his pleasure and ecstasy, watching him roll his eyes and glare at you for taunting him like this. you feel his calloused hand grasp at your hand firmly, guiding your soft fingers up and down his girthy shaft, increasing your pace, and showing you exactly how he enjoys it.

you listen to the sounds of his laboured, heavy breathing and watch the way his dick twitches and pulsates at your soothing touch. it's so comforting to könig, whose head is spinning, becoming drunk and intoxicated off of your addictive touch. könig feels himself getting closer to his release, his head thrown back, sweat droplets running down his chubby stomach, spurting thick strings of his hot, white load all over himself, as well as your hand.

you might as well ride him afterwards, to be an outlet and collect his cum? :(

#orla speaks #size difference #size k!nk #UGH I LOVE NERD KÖNIG #könig x reader #könig x y/n #könig call of duty #könig #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig x you #konig x reader #konig cod #konig headcanons

[lilyevansmywife]

Regulus asks James to help him with his homework because he really can't do some things and James always helps him figure it out and sometimes they spend hours in the secret room doing their homework even though they agreed to meet to kiss

#james potter the smartest person real #Regulus can ask for help ONLY from James #they call it the little nerd club #dead gay wizards #harry potter marauders #marauders #marauders headcanon #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #starchaser #regulus and james #james loves regulus #marauders hc

[munsondjarin]

you absolutely love hearing eddie nerd out. when he apologized for ranting once, you admit that not only do you think it’s really cute, but it’s a bit of a turn on. he never lets that fact go. you’re making out on his bed and he starts trailing kisses up your jaw. nearing your ear, he leans in to whisper “wanna hear about the different types of orcs?” you whip your head at him in confusion before he continues whispering in your ear, deepening his voice. “there’s uruk-hai, actually uruk means orc in black speech..” you fight back a laugh and he pulls away just enough for you to see the smirk on the corner of his lips. days later when he picks you up for a date and sees your outfit, he immediately goes “have i ever told you about the fall of gondolin?” as he wiggles his eyebrows. it becomes a common occurrence, hot whispers about elven politics and defeating dnd monsters in hopes to hear you giggle and feel your smile against his lips.

#i can listen to him talk about lotr and dnd for DAYS #i love when a nerd rants about a special interest it’s so hot #HES SUCH A NERD I NEED HIM #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons

[steddieas-shegoes]

A little thing based on this post because it wouldn’t leave my brain:

“I just don’t understand why you won’t try to read it.”

Steve had heard Dustin say this exact sentence hundreds of times at this point.

“I mean, do you know how to read?”

Mike was an asshole. Steve loved him because he was part of the group and he’d been through the same things, but he was such a dick.

“Yes, I know how to read. I just don’t.”

Dustin rolled his eyes.

“If you don’t wanna read nerd shit just say so.”

Steve threw his arms up in frustration.

Steve was a nerd at heart. As a child, he would beg the nanny to take him to the library and the science museum that had real dinosaur fossils. There was something about the peace of exiting his reality and finding a new one among fantasy and history that was indescribable, even to this day.

But as he grew into his looks, he grew out of that phase. At least around others.

And with no nanny around to take him places, he settled for just being the popular guy who hung out with his friends after practice and threw parties at his forever empty house on Saturdays.

But secretly, he still found himself enjoying books late into the night. Never school books, or his grades would’ve been good enough for college, but always incredible novels that took him to other worlds with the most impressively brave people.

And then he lived a nightmare. A few times over. With concussions at every turn.

Now, anytime he tried to read, his head started pounding, his vision got blurry, and ears would start ringing. He stopped trying altogether after Starcourt, but he’d never really let go his love of books.

He occasionally let Robin read to him, but she would get distracted by a plot or character and go on a tangent, leaving Steve confused about what the actual story was. He hated being confused.

“Stevie, you got a minute?”

Eddie had been watching from his spot at the end of the table, where he’d been cleaning up the mess of D&D. He usually made the kids do it, but he’d let them off the hook tonight when they beat the monster and escaped his trap.

Steve and Eddie were friends, definitely. Maybe not close ones, but friends.

Steve had a little crush, definitely. Or a big one. Maybe.

So when Eddie shows him attention, he somewhat shamefully receives it like he’s dying of thirst in a desert.

Robin is the only one who’s noticed so far, but if he keeps acting like a dog being called by his master anytime Eddie talks to him, someone else will comment on it.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Steve asked as he made his way to Eddie.

The kids took this time to talk amongst themselves about the game and what they think will happen next week, and Steve couldn’t have been more grateful.

“You don’t have to tell me, but.” Eddie was tapping his fingers nervously against his leg. “Do you not know how to read?”

“Uh. No I do. I mean I graduated high school. I know it’s hard to believe.”

“Not judging if you can’t, man. I mean, I took three senior years. I’m the last person who can judge.”

“Yeah, but you’re smart. You just didn’t like school,” Steve replied with a pat to his shoulder.

Eddie glanced down at the contact, eyebrow raising and then falling back to normal quickly.

“Just seems like you’d have read something by now to get them off your ass.”

And that’s a really good point. Maybe he should’ve just suffered through a migraine so they’d leave him alone about it.

But migraines left him out for days sometimes, and he couldn’t exactly afford that right now.

“I guess it’s just not worth the migraine.”

He hadn’t meant to actually say it. He didn’t want Eddie to feel bad or for him to try to make him feel better about it or ask questions or talk about the concussion thing.

Actually, did he even know about the concussion thing? Things?

“You get migraines when you try to read?” Then realization hit Eddie hard. “Steve. Do you like reading?”

Something about the way Eddie was looking at him, like he was sad for him but not pitying him, made Steve want to cry.

“I used to, yeah.”

“Everyone out! Your parents are gonna have to come get you! No questions, no explanations, go!” Eddie yelled to the room.

Everyone stared blankly at him before they started protesting, Dustin loudest of all.

“Steve’s my ride!”

“Not anymore. Hitch a ride with Lucas.”

“But Lucas’ mom always squeezes my cheeks and tells me she hopes I never lose my baby fat.”

“She speaks for all of us. Get the hell out of here!”

Steve was actually impressed. Maybe a little turned on? God, he was a disaster.

As everyone cleared out of the room, Eddie patted the seat next to him. When Steve sat down, Eddie scooted his chair so close to him, his knees were touching Steve’s.

“Alright, so you’re gonna tell me about what books you like and what books you want to read and we’re gonna get started.”

Steve blinked at him. “Huh?”

“You have a list I’m sure.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Okay, then we better get started.”

“I mean, I’ve tried. I appreciate it, but even focusing on one page makes my eyes burn and my head hurt.”

“Got that. I’m not asking you to read.”

Sometimes Steve was worried the concussions had actually knocked some screws loose. He wasn’t getting it.

“I’m gonna read to you, Stevie.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure a lot of them will be movies and I can just watch them.”

“It’s not the same. You know it’s not.”

He was right. Steve didn’t have much patience for movies. And sometimes even those gave him migraines if there were a lot of bright lights and explosions.

“Yeah. But still. You don’t have to do that. You might not even like the books.”

“Ah, this isn’t a completely free service, my liege.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I don’t have extra money to pay you, dude.”

“Not money. I get to pick a book to read to you when we finish the first book you pick.”

“Is it The Hobbit?”

“It is,” Eddie looked so smug.

“Well, that was my first choice,” Steve stared back, equally as smug.

“So, your house is empty.”

“Yep.”

“And I’m assuming you own this book.”

“I do.”

“And it’s getting late.”

Steve looked out the window at the pitch black skies.

“It’s late.”

“So I could stay and read you to sleep.”

“Won’t I miss some of the book?”

“I’ll stop when you’re asleep.”

Steve’s heart was practically begging him to say yes. Eddie reading to him in his bed? Possibly falling asleep together? Maybe even waking up together? It couldn’t be a better proposition. Well. It could.

“Will you stay even if I fall asleep?”

Eddie smirked. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d called Steve that, but it was the first time it felt like he meant it in a non-teasing way.

“Okay.”

So they both changed into some of Steve’s comfy clothes, got into his bed, and Eddie started reading The Hobbit.

Just as he was during D&D and real life, Eddie was animated, providing different voices for different characters and often giving long pauses to let Steve soak in what the words meant.

Steve didn’t even have to ask him to do that. He just did.

Steve fell asleep somewhere between halfway and the end of chapter two, but Eddie stayed.

And they woke up the next day with Steve’s head resting on Eddie’s chest, Eddie’s arms wrapped around him to keep him as close as possible.

They finished the The Hobbit in a week, and because Eddie was now committed to making sure Steve was well-read, they started moving through his list rapidly, falling for each other in new ways every time Eddie turned a page.

Part 2 (Angst)  / Part 2 (Fluffy) /  Part 2 (Explicit)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #ao3fic #headcanon #secret nerd Steve Harrington

[ace-writer-lani]

Headcanon Will would totally initiate random lightsaber fights

Like he would attack his siblings all the time just...out of nowhere (it's the ADHD).

Kayla would roll her eyes and threaten to snap the saber in half.

Austin would play along and fall to the floor and dramatically die.

But the first person to actually fight back was Nico, who secretly has his own lightsaber hidden in the shadows. And he would disarm Will in some sort of fancy move that would leave Will stuttering and blushing because it was hot.

(Fastest way to get to Will's heart is with a lightsaber)

Sort of part two: here

#pjo headcanon #will solace #nico di angelo #nico di angelo & will solace #solangelo #solangelo headcanon #will solace headcanon #Will is such a Star Wars nerd #acewriterlani headcanon