𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐦𝐠👹👹‼️

𝐟𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞...

I'm at a point in life where every day I think at least once, "holy hell, I cannot stay here😹💔...."

the “AuDHD writer” to “burnt out depressed barely making it teen” to the “reality shifter who can finally choose life” pipeline is too real

𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞...??

I feel like it's pretty quiet, especially in the fanfic department (and really especially in the "x reader" department😭).

ik my inbox is backed up to all hell, but I'd figured I'd make it known I take requests for tbp and actively wanna write for them so badly rn lmfao💀. like, I have so many little thoughts and ideas - even after all this time - so I'm sure y'all do, too, right😭? (also, ain't there gonna be a second one?? idk idk-)...

I write for finney, robin, bruce, vance, and billy (I guess I could write for griffin? but only in like a sibling and/or platonic way😭) but yeah :D!

anyways um give me requests plz bye👋🏽!

(I also make profile pics, collages, sometimes edits idk and ya lol).

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ the heart !

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨...

...and welcome to my heart ! here, you can see all of the fandoms I'm in and am currently making/posting content for, as well as links leading to the masterlists for each fandom. to learn more on the topic of myself, you can always check out the about me page. or, for general information, you can always check out the intro page. questions? your best bet is the faq's page.

I have a few of big/well-known ones (fandoms), but I think most of the stuff I write for is pretty niche, to be honest (and if not niche, just doesn't really have any fanfic/content on this app💀 but I'm happy to be the first or one of the few/ᐠ^˕^マ). also, the list is in alphabetical order for easy finds :).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

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《 ♡ 》 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

binging this show every three months has been and is the only consistent thing in my life. is that depressing?? nahhh/ᐠ-⩊-マ~°.*•...

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《 ♡ 》 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

I love this movie because a) "awkward/odd black girl that literally everyone loves/has chemistry with" rep🫶🏽 (I could go so deep in on this-) and b) james harris has my heart😻.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐝𝐜

I have so many thoughts on all of the batboys all of the time. and the teen titans. and the kent boys. and-

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《 ♡ 》 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 (𝟏-𝟑)

they dyed cameron's hair black and white and told booboo stewart to put on a leather jacket/vest with no sleeves and just k n e w the girlies would lose their shit. like, lives changed fr.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥

I need to branch out to other animes still, but I just- *sobs in emotional attachment to this one, and I don't want a new one/ᐠ~˕~マ*

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《 ♡ 》 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

you thought I was here for henry, huh? lol nah, jasper is where I'm at (jk I love henry, too). also, I find nickelodeon literally insane for having captain man's big, hairy chest, trail, and pits out on/during this show while I was coming up, like ??? like gee thanks now I have a type😒😻...

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《 ♡ 》 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐚𝐬𝐬 (𝟏-𝟐)

no because telling my mom, "I love superheros so much😻✨️" and then her sitting me down to make me watch this movie, out of all superhero movies ever, was a canon event. she couldn't just put on man of steel or something? I was literally, like, twelve years old, dude💀.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 (𝐦𝐜𝐮)

my dad took me to see the incredible hulk in 2008, and it was a wrap💀.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝟏-𝟑)

I saw gally's angry ass and fell in love, I'm sorry, I have an attraction to people who'd probably dislike me (speaking of dislike, fuck teresa, like genuinely. and don't fight me on this, we hate teresa on this blog, argue with the wall).

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《 ♡ 》 𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐞

angel toress. that's all ♡.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐦! (𝟏-𝟐)

I love these movies with my entire soul, like, it's not even funny, and I wish I was normal (and not completely obsessive) about 'em, but nope, I just can't be, I-...

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《 ♡ 》 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

mike is such an asshole, I hate him. and yet... *heart implodes*. also yeah, obviously and of course, eddie munson. I'm not a steve girly. like, at all. but I'm not gonna turn down requests for him because I don't hate him or anything, lol.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖/𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞)

I still, after like... a decade, can't believe that speed's mom gave birth to her beautiful little boy, looked him in his eyes, and was like, "...I'm gonna name you speed🥰." as if it wasn't already bad enough that his last name is racer😃. I'd be heated everyday of my life.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞

if any of y'all little sickos ever ask me to do the grabber just because he's played by ethan hawke, I will block you. deadass.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬

am I the only one that kinda doesn't like tilda? like, idk, her character was a little disappointing, I thought she'd be way chiller😔.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

magik could've been so cool if they didn't literally make her racist😃. she doesn't even act that way in the comics (I don't think-) so what the hell was up with that😭? also, sam has my heart🥰.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

I'm telling you right now, I only write for carl. I have trouble writing relationships with grown people, but I swear, I'm working on it/practicing🙏🏽😭.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 (𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬)

proud heather hater. no, she's not iconic. no, she's not a queen or savage. she's just an annoying bitch with a complex. argue with your momma🥴.

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《 ♡ 》 𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

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《 ♡ 》 𝐨𝐜'𝐬

unnamed rainbow oc 🏳️‍🌈 (edit/first content)

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《 ♡ 》 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

the hunger gamesㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤonce upon a timeㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤspider-verseㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤkarate kid (1-3)/cobra kai

《 ♡ 》 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 :

none :(

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《 ♡ 》 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 :

the list - (pretty much just a full list of all of my dr's lol)

dr's edit - (and edit I made for my tiktok lol)

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : [active] [hiatus] [offline]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : [open] [closed]

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𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐩...

...that's everything. be sure to browse through and find something you like and look out for upcoming fandoms I will add to the list and/events ! maybe if I had gotten the idea to do this sooner, I could've participated in goretober, kinktober, and flufftober, but oh well. maybe next year :).

anyways,,,,,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/ᐠ-˕-マ~ 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 !

𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞😭

I couldn't imagine having allergies at all, let alone year round (I don't get allergies haha flex).

but I am sick asf right now so I can somewhat relate in the moment :'). due to that fact, y'all might get a couple more sick-fics, idk🤷🏽‍♀️.

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

《 ♡ 》 imagine

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

out of all of the places you could've been born - krypton, themyscira, even in a lab would do - you were born right here on earth in a regular ol' hospital, in a regular ol' town, to live a regular ol' life. amongst the flowers and the pollen, the cold and humidity, the wind and rain.

and out of all of the things to be born with - superpowers, enhanced abilities, preferably a higher immune system - you were born with the most sensitive nose and lungs ever.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!strong allergies!reader x freddy freeman - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods - starts at the beginning of the year, ends at the end of the year

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing - mentions of (and reader having) allergies/illness - freddy being the sweetest of sweethearts to ever be sweet - like srsly, this is all just tooth-rotting fluff - there's some references here and there, I think?? I don't rmbr😃

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 :

You laid in bed with your eyes glued to the ceiling, moping to yourself internally while the sound of your periodic sniffles further continued to fuel the harbored rage you held towards your teachers.

"Have a good spring break!"

"...And once that's done, enjoy the rest of your break!"

"Have fun on your two weeks off!"

"...Spring break!"

Spring, spring, spring...

How in the hell were you supposed to be enjoying the constant itch in your throat and stuffed up nose and, god, the sneezing...? You were growing sick of it (literally and emotionally), and to make matters worse, you'd been like this the entire first week of your two week "break."

You might as well have been sick.

"Ohh-!" Your mother jokingly scoffed, entering your room (without a knock, as most tended to do) with a curiosity about her that went subsided at the sight of you.

"Don't look so depressed. It's a nice day out, at least do something constructive."

"Of course you'd say that." You sneered, and suddenly realized that rage was being directed in the wrong place. Your teachers were just doing their job, being kind and offering their wishes of a good spring break. It wasn't their fault. You looked towards your mom, one half of the problem...

"You and dad got all of the good genes, and I got..."

You gestured to yourself, no further explanation needed other than a quiet, "...this." to finish off your sentence.

With your mom shooting you another knowing look, chin angled downwards and eyebrows raised, you flopped back onto your bed and sunk into the feeling of your allergies rendering you physically weak. It was the sudden raking sound of your blinds being pulled back and the gush of sunlight entering your room that had you then pulling the covers over yourself, unwilling to face the light.

"Close them...!" You practically whined. "My head still hurts, and I-... I..."

A sneeze interrupted your protests, the blankets rising and falling with the large puffs of air exiting with each sneeze.

"Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you." - "Bless you."

You prepared yourself for one more with the following of your mother excusing each one individually, but it had died down in your chest, a pitiful groan taking its place instead as you adjusted and wiggled around under your blanket.

"If you don't get up, you're not gonna get any better." You heard the woman advise. "Besides, you need to eat something before you take this medicine."

Your curiosity peaked at the mention of such, slowly lowering your blankets just enough to reveal your disheveled hair and teary eyes. Sure enough, your mother had a real reason for barging into your room, a bottle of allergy relief spotted in her hand as she waltzed closer to the edge of your bed.

You sat up, mood slightly increasing at just the thought of feeling better. But, upon reaching for it, your mother pulled it away and repeated herself.

"You need to eat something before you take it."

"Ughhh, mom...!" You groaned in exasperation. "Let me take it now, and I'll eat right after, please."

She merely shook her head, taunting you without trying before she was right back to standing and waltzing out of the door.

"You can find me in the kitchen...!" She hummed over her shoulder and purposely left your door open after her exit. Instead of doing so, you were right back in between your blankets and pillows, dreading the feeling of doing any further mental or physical tasks.

The buzzing of your phone was what brought you out of your misery, head slowly lolling over towards your dresser until you could make out the contact name on your screen.

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| freddy spaghetti😻 |

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Suddenly, even if for just a moment, you forgot any and all that dampened your mood. Hell, you'd even argue that your nose unclogged for a second, your first smile of the day creeping onto your face at your boyfriend's unexpected call.

"Heyyy-hi...!" He greeted enthusiastically, elongating his words with his face all up in the camera that left you giggling carefully so as not to bring pain to your chest. "How's my super-babe feelin'?"

"Not so super..." You admitted with a shrug, smile faltering and unsure as to if you were blushing or just suffering from a fever. Either way, your cheeks and forehead suddenly ran hot, and it left Freddy to pout on your behalf.

"Allergies?" He guessed, and was answered by your - !... !... !... !... !... - five whole sneezes in a row.

"Allergies." He concluded before shifting his postion from a relaxed lean against his arm to holding the phone high above him with both hands, curls sprawled against his pillow, and an all-too-handsome grin to go with.

"Well, at least you're still a babe." He sighed out his flirt with such a casualness that left you grinning all over again, a wink thrown your way leaving you certain that if you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now.

"Yeah, right..." You scoffed in order to badly cover up how smitten you already were. Hardly a minute into the call, and he had you feeling the best you'd felt all morning, regardless of an itchy throat and mild headache.

"I look like Rudolph the fucking reindeer with my nose this red."

"I think it's cute-! Very festive!" Freddy rushed. You gave him a deadpan look.

"It's the middle of March."

"And?"

At first, you thought he was serving you unprompted attitude, facial expression just as dry as yours had been seconds ago, tone just the same. But then you realized it was just because he was focused. Focusing on his phone screen. Focused right on the-

*flash* *flash* *flash* *flash*

"No-! Stop taking screenshots...!!" You nearly screeched, ducking out of frame while Freddy gave a smug laugh. An audible, "hehehehehehe" that could've been mistaken for a troll or gremlin of some kind letting you know you were too late.

"You look cute, though...!" He pretended to whine, shaking his phone as though it'd bring your face back on camera.

When it did return, it was at the distant voice of your mother from the kitchen, side profile now in view as your eyes stared towards your bedroom door, big and round at the call.

"(Y/N), come eat and take your meds, now...!!"

"But, mom...!!" You called back, fighting the tickle in your throat that urged you to cough. "It's Freddy, I'm talking to Freddy...!!"

But alas, she had no care for your reasoning, simply giving a dramatic huff of exasperation before calling back, "Well, tell him you love him, get off the phone, and come eat...!!"

Finally, you let that cough go, which inevitably proved the woman's point before you faced your boyfriend one last time with a pout of your own that was very much real.

"No, don't do that, stop it." He cooed, solemnly chuckling at your expression before swiftly-

*flash*

"Stop...!!"

"You first!" He countered. "Both looking so cute and pouting."

And to pull a final smile from you, he did the honor of "kissing" it away, bringing his puckered lips to the camera and making kissy noises that earned him more than a grin. Giggles escaped, and you even entertained Freddy by doing it back, only stopping when an abrupt groan came from his end. More laughter ensued, from the both of you, Billy in the background grumbling something about "we share a room, y'know...!" and "...so sappy when we have a world to save..." etcetc.

"(Y/N)...!!"

"Okay...!!" Was your rushed response for your mother before turning back to Freddy and practically whispering, "Bye, Freds, I love you, and I miss you."

"Ahh, don't worry. Just turn on the news and you'll see me."

It wasn't long before you had sluggishly brought yourself from the comfort of your bed and the dopamine of your FaceTime call with Freddy, trudging towards your dining table so you could weakly shove down a meal and finally get that allergy relief your mother held hostage.

"Okay, do these "superheroes" actually save people, or are they here to just cause a scene?"

You looked towards the TV at your father's words, your eyes lighting up as the reporter signaled for her camera to aim at the sky.

"...And we're not fully sure of the intention behind this message, nor if it's specific, but in good nature, I'd like to assume the Philadelphia Fiascos are bidding you all an easy-going, allergy free Spring...!"

The words, created from the sheer speed of Freddy's flying in his superhero form, read 'Get Well Soon <3' while he gave a two finger salute to the camera and anchor woman.

To you.

And you knew that as you did a terrible job of hiding your flattered expression from your family.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

Your eyes remain glued the the blue of the sky, not a cloud in sight yet sill anticipating the appearance of something. But alas, you knew you'd have to wait for later tonight to see anything worth marveling at, fireworks due to go off once the nighttime had set in.

So, instead, you spent the late afternoon of July 4th sitting in the grass, itching away at your legs and waiting for Victor to finish grilling. Hotdogs, steaks, burgers, chicken, you name it! Very American, not that you'd be caught dead celebrating the actual holiday. Today was just a day to get together with loved ones, eat, drink, and light up explosives that were otherwise illegal.

Who cares about-...

What does the fourth celebrate again?

You couldn't remember, still preoccupied with leaning forward in order to scratch at the irritating skin that had been bothering you since you left the house. And nevermind the pollen, allergy relief only able to do so much before you found yourself drawing in shallow breaths to let out a harsh, loud-

"ha-CHOO...!!"

. . .

"Aww-! Noo...!" You whined, the force of your sneeze catapulting your ice cream off of the cone still gripped in your palm. You watched the frozen treat splat into the green of the grass, the color of your flavor a stark contrast as you stared in disbelief.

"Oh-ho-ho, noo..." Freddy cooed at the sore sight, a chuckled lightly mixed in before he went on. "Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk..."

Truth be told, you genuinely considered crying, not wanting to hear the less-than-comforting words of your boyfriend beside you, who still had his ice cream perfectly intact.

"I can't even enjoy a barbecue because my body's immune system is trash." You commented.

"Don't say that." Freddy soothed, for real this time, though, rubbing a gentle hand up and down your back. "You did good for a while, there. First sneeze all day!"

"Yeah, but I've been itching like crazy! And my eyes keep tearing up. I think it's the grass..."

Freddy nodded in agreement, looking around to see that his family did happen to pick a spot right in the middle of the park field. Granted, the place was growing more populated by the group/family due to tonight's fireworks show hosting, but he'd much rather put your comfort over a summer tradition.

With that in mind, he stood, his crutch in hand as you followed in action, rubbing your eyes in a bad attempt to sooth the irritation until your hand was gently pried away and filled with another cone.

"Here, you take this..." Freddy spoke after handing you his own ice cream for you to eat after the devastating loss of yours.

"Wait, no, you don't have to-"

"-...and I'll go find a spot at a table, for now."

"Freddy..." You tried to interject again, but he wasn't having it. His mind already set and on a mission to achieve maximum allergy relief for his girl.

"Just until the fireworks start, y'know? Plus, I doubt you want bugs all over you when the food's ready."

"I-...That's true."

Though his actions and thoughts were simple, just a mere reaction to your discomfort, you couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed at Freddy's attentiveness. You hadn't gotten used to the way he was always so patient with you, especially about what you were sensitive to, which felt like almost everything a lot of the time. You figured if it was a drag on you, it certainly bothered everyone else around. Hell, growing up, you were the infamous "sick kid" always home with a rumored flu or cold.

And when you were in, you weren't exactly... popular, per se. No one wanted to catch whatever it was you had, when in reality, you didn't have anything at all! Nothing contagious, anyway. Just... really bad, year-round allergies.

You thought it a wonder Freddy was able to ignore such a thing. Not even ignore it, but accommodate for it, which is more than what anyone has ever done for you besides your parents.

. . .

"Thank you." You said, eventually, after a long afternoon of laughing and talking, eating and dancing, family activies, and all of the sneezes, coughs, and lathering of itch cream in between.

Night was here now, and while yes, you two had returned to the grass along with his family in anticipation for the fireworks, your eyes no longer remained fixated on the sky. They stayed on Freddy, admiring all of his features as best you could in the dark and elaborating further when he turned to you in confusion.

"Thank you for not getting sick of me."

"Wh-?! How could I? You don't even have to thank me for that, I- What?" He stammered over his swift words, which was pretty much a norm for him as you chuckled slightly before going on.

"I just mean, like... Sometimes, I'm sick of being sick. And I know I'm not sick. It's just allergies. But no one else really knows that unless I tell them, and even then, I feel like it gets... annoying, almost? For me, yeah, and for other people because I am, essentially, always sick. I can't just... enjoy stuff because I'm always worried about what's gonna make me sneeze the most or what's gonna make my eyes flare up."

There was a pause.

"I know it's really not that deep, but I'm just glad you take the time to understand, you know? And that you're not annoyed by me."

Another pause. Freddy spoke.

"It kinda is that deep, though."

"...What?"

Freddy adjusted himself so that he was fully turned towards you, offering up his full attention in hopes he would gain yours in return.

"I don't want you to feel like you're just your allergies, okay? Like, yeah, you sneeze a lot, but you have the cutest sneezes, so it's not like anyone could possibly be annoyed unless they're morons."

"Freddy..." You cautioned with a knowing smirk, and he gave a gentle, pushing hand of defense.

"Kidding-! Ish. But seriously, I love you for you, (Y/N). For all of the things you like, for the things you do, the things you think and believe. I mean, hello, you literally-!" He came in close, whispering as if he wasn't talking amongst a chattering and unaware crowd.

"...you literally accepted me when I told you about the sha-ha-zam thing."

You giggled at the memory, nodding at his words as you spoke.

"Why wouldn't I? It doesn't make you any less Freddy. You're still my boyfriend, and I love you. Wanna make you comfortable and happy, you know?"

"Exactly!" Freddy agreed. "So you do get it. That's exactly how I feel about you, I mean- What, you think a little pollen-induced snot is gonna keep me from kissing you?"

"Okay, okay, I get it...!"

"Puh-lease, woman." He finished as though he hadn't heard your protest, only dropping the serious act when he saw yours break into an expression of glee.

As you shared the rest of your laughs together, unable to pull away from each other's gazes, the light of the first firework shooting off into the sky lit up your faces. It brought on a romantic swell, a final factor into sharing a sweet kiss as it exploded in the air, the golden colors fading away along with the thought of anything possibly irritating you further this summer evening.

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 :

The humidity caused a stuffy feeling all over, a cold sweat thinly lining your person. You ignored it, for now, playing with the edge of the rug you sat atop mindlessly with your gaze fixated on the screen displaying first-person views of blood splattering and gunfire.

"Freds, you said after this last round it'd be my turn."

Billy gave an audible, "Tch." at your huff, smirking down at you from his spot on the sofa-chair while he waited for the loading screen to pass.

"Never seen someone so eager to lose before."

"Shut up...!" you exclaimed, whipping your head around to face him. "That's why you can't even beat Freddy on easy mode."

"The scores say otherwise."

It was now your turn it scoff at his bold claim, snickering while you spoke on semi-behalf of your boyfriend.

"Can't do math either, apparently, 'cause Freddy beat you this round, which means he's won more times than you."

"I'm hyping myself up for the next round, (Y/N). Ever heard of self-encouragement?"

Speak of the handsome devil, he was quick to butt in with his own opinion on the matter, coffee brown eyes still glued to the screen while strengthening his character with extra ammo and inventory.

"I find this argument to be both funny and pointless, seeing as my skills are better than both of yours combined."

"Says who?" Billy laughed in disbelief, his attention now fully towards his brother sprawled across the large, blue beanbag next to him.

"Says me! I'm the one with training from the ultimate game master of this family."

Giggling to yourself, you looked back at him with a start of hilarity he caught in your own (E/C) eyes, already preparing himself for whatever it was you were about to dish.

"Oh, you mean you mean the literal twelve year old?"

Alright, there was no combating that. It was the truth, Eugene proving himself the best video game teacher any one of you had ever met. Which, in your guy's case, was sort of pathetic for a group of teenagers.

But still...

"Okay- Babe, who's side are you on?"

"Mine!" You answered without second thought. "I want a turn, you promised."

"Okay, sure." Freddy shrugged, leaning over to hand you the controller. It barely grazed the pads of your fingers before it was snatched back, the sound coming from the TV an indicator of a new game beginning.

"After this round." Freddy swiftly added, leaving you to toss your head back with a frustrated whine.

"Dude...!"

But before you could scold him on keeping his word, the sound of the front door creaking open caused all of your heads to shift to the right. But alas, there was no need to see who would enter first, the noise enough for all of you to tell it was the two youngest who had arrived, along with Pedro from the walk to the nearby gas station.

"We've brought sustenance...!!"

The video game master himself eventually made his way into the living room, greeting you all with arms full of snacks and drinks to choose from.

"Thanks." Both boys murmured in unison, hardly sparing Eugene a glance with their focus solidly glued to the game. It caused you to roll your eyes and stand, ignoring the rude behavior of both of them as you gently took the food from his grasp and actually made eye contact.

"Thank you, this is sweet."

"It's no problem, but, uh..."

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his eyes shifted behind his glasses towards where the front door was, assuming it was still open as Pedro walked in. He also bore an anxious expression, and it mildly concerned you as you looked back towards Eugene in question.

"It's not a...huge deal or anything, but... aren't you allergic to cats?"

"...Yes?"

And before you could question the random and sudden interest in your bodily weaknesses, a shout grabbed all of your attention.

"Wait, stop, come back...!!"

Little balls of fur came barreling through the house unexpectedly in all directions, their mewls tiny like them, yet so loud as Darla came running in after them

"I can't catch you all...!" She gasped, and followed three that had gone running towards the kitchen.

"You can't just bring home every animal you find while we're out." Eugene chided, following after as Pedro managed to capture two more into his hands before they could get far.

"We couldn't just leave them in a box in the cold."

Eugene shrugged, a lot of truth in Pedro's defense that made it hard to argue against.

"Yeah, but...still..."

Before any of you could fully question the matter, you nearly jumped at another pair of kittens that came running towards you, attempting to walk backwards before they could come any closer until you found yourself tripping over Billy's ankle.

"Oh shi-"

And down you went, falling over his lap and over to Freddy, landing nearly on top of the boy who began to let out unintelligible shouts about his controller and the game and-

"I guess it's a tie, then." Billy commented, not too bummed with the circumstances, seeing as he was losing before he was pleasantly surprised with a bright, orange kitten making itself comfortable in his lap.

"No, no...! Nuh-uh, that doesn't count! Girlfriend interference!"

"It's not like I did it on purpose." You murmured, doing the same as that orange kitten and making yourself comfortable in Freddy's hold. "I was caught off guard, I didn't expect-"

"-They were just kittens." Freddy huffed before you could even finish giving any excuses or apologies for your interruption.

"I'm allergic, you know that!"

"They're this big...!"

He made a gesture with his hands, replicating the size of the kittens to which you completely ignored in favor of dramatics.

"I was attacked!"

A pause loomed over the two of you, staring at each other blankly until a wave of giggles broke the silence, and he was lightly pressing kisses to your temple.

More mewls caught your attention, a small void approaching the two of you and standing on its hind-legs in an attempt to climb up the beanbag.

"Oh my god, it's literally the same size as the controller."

At Freddy's coos, you had to admit that the kitten was very adorable, so itty-bitty while being enclosed in the palms of your boyfriend's hands. Without any thought, your hands outstretched to hold it, it's head whipping towards you in curiosity with its small pink nose and big round eyes, white, wispy whiskers and-

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

"Bless you."

A final sneeze never came, the feeling dying in your nose, chest, and throat that served as a reminder that there would be no kitten petting or holding for you. Not with such intense allergies. Not if the foster family were all going to creepliy chorus, "Bless you" at you every single time you sneezed.

"Freddy, I can't stay here, there's too many cats."

Your voice strained as you talked, hands rubbing at your itchy eyes while the hot flash started to increase tenfold.

"But look, he likes you." Freddy cooed further, holding the black cat up to your face as if he were attempting to hypnotize you with the blue of its eyes. And maybe, if your nose hadn't immediately gone stuffy, you'd fall for it.

"She's a girl." Darla corrected, entering the living room with her arms dawning the three kittens that had dashed away from her in the first place.

"But look, she likes you." Freddy repeated as though he hasn't mistaken the gender at all.

"Yeah, well, my body doesn't."

Again, your comment was ignored, the boy moving the kitten as close to your face as possible until you were touching noses ever so gently.

"Boop."

"Ha-! Choo!!"

The cat was gone, her entire body squirming oddly until Freddy let go and she landed on all fours, scurrying away from the loud and frightening creature (you) and its thunderous roar (your sneeze).

"Sorry...!" You called after it pointlessly, sighing to yourself in melancholy while Freddy did his best to pick away each and every last strand of cat hair from both of your persons.

"At least you're not deathly allergic." He hummed as he worked, sensing the wave of sadness thay coursed through your body along with your sickly feeling and trying his best to uplift your spirits.

"Nope." You agreed. "Just a stuffed up nose, sneezing and itching, clamminess, watery eyes-"

"Alright, alright, you got me." Freddy smiled in defense. "So you'll never be able to own a cat one day. Big whoop! You know I'd never let you become a cat-lady anyway. That, like, puts you en route to becoming the next Catwoman, and we can't have that."

At this, your head turned, and you were greeted with the sight of each sibling coddling over one or two kittens, Mary having joined the scene upon hearing the commotion from upstairs. Even Billy was indulging, nobody knowing he even had it in him to be babying something. And yet...

"You're just the cutest little creamsicle, aren't you? With your little toe beans..."

'It should've been me pressing those little toe beans...' You thought to yourself, only speaking back up when another sad sigh left your chest and you were back to facing Freddy, playing with his hands loosely as if they were a better substitute.

"It'd be nice to raise one. Just one, without needing to hack up a lung four seconds later."

And of course, your boyfriend was quick to sympathize with you, poking out his own lip as though he were the one suffering and pouting due to uncontrollable allergies. He hated seeing such a dejected look on your face, unable to enjoy something as simple as playing with a bunch of kittens, and with no real way to solve the issue he felt forced to offer up another choice that didn't involve them at all.

"Wanna go outside? We could go to the park, get on the swings and stuff."

"Let me guess," you deadpanned. "You want me to push you so it feels like you're flying?"

"Wha-! No-! I-... No, that is not even the case, you are such- Yes, you little witch, stop reading my mind."

You giggled at his dramatics, taking your time with scooting off of his lap while you dished up theatrics of your own.

"Ah, yes, the park riddled with germ infested kids and play equipment, along with a cool breeze to carry them all into my already weakened body."

"Okay, now you're just being a Negative Nancy." Freddy chided, using his knee to completely bounce you off of him and onto the floor. You'd let this slide, merely narrowing your eyes at him as he stood and grabbed his crutch.

"C'mon, (Y/N), it's better than being trapped in here with... with that."

Pointing out the way Mary was now being cornered by every last kitten in the room, all anyone could do was watch as they all loudly screamed for her attention, jumping up at her and trying to climb up her fleece skirt all because they had caught just the slightest whiff of the food, salmon, she'd brung home from work.

"Oh my god, spare me...!" She laughed nervously. "I can't give you what I've already eaten, please...!"

You shrugged, nodding at the scene which would be one stop short of torture to you.

"Fair enough."

It was a short trip to the front door, yourself the first to try and exit before you both halted in your tracks, a gray and white tabby the only thing blocking you between kitten-induced allergies and freedom. Almost as if on que, it licked its paw clean and you felt a familiar tickle in the back of your nose.

"Darla...!!"

"AH-choo!!"

"...You left one outside!!"

Neither of you were sure if the little girl had actually heard Freddy or not, too focused on the way the kitten began to stumble closer while you took cautious steps back.

"I want peace."

Amusingly monotonous, yet fully serious, the words left you and surprisingly caused it to stop, big, round eyes staring into yours before scuttling past with eager mewls similar to its kin in pursuit of the picked-up scent of salmon (that were still currently jumping Mary).

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 :

"Are you sure? We can go home if you want."

You shook your head, offering up a shy smile at Freddy's kind suggestion. It hadn't been the first time today, and you were sure it wouldn't be the last, the harsh winter taking a toll on you. Even in the mild warmth and comfort of the public library, the chill of winter still managed to ravage your body, causing you to shuffle further unto your coat and rub up against Freddy's arm whenever you could (which was usually while standing still or sitting).

"I'm okay, just reading along with you."

"You're trembling, (Y/N)."

And with that, he closed the open comic book in his hand, lazily tossing it nowhere near where he found it originally. You stepped back from looking over his shoulder, preparing to follow him towards another section before being taken by surprise when he pulled you into his chest and trapped you in a bear hug.

"Dude, wait-" you tried to warn, but swiftly found it too late when you felt him put the weight of his disabled leg onto you. Now there was officialy no escape. Not from him, or from the prying eyes of the public witnessing the sudden PDA.

"Freddy, stop...!" You whined, the words going muffled against his blue coat. "This is- I'm-..."

"Nobody's even looking." He sassed mildly, and though your slight anxiety told you otherwise, his words proved true as your eyes scanned over what little surroundings you could see. Not a person in sight, though someone could pass by any second...

Before you could point this out, he was rambling to you somewhat quietly, doing his best to heed your playful warning of when you had first agreed to step foot into this library with him.

"Sure, if you can keep your voice down to Darla Is Sleeping levels, we can go in."

"Harhar, you're hilarious."

And yet, despite his sarcasm, he had actually been doing good so far. You'd commend him for it later when you weren't trapped between his biceps.

"You know, what I'm doing right now is - not only super nice because I love you and all - but it's also a part of classic survival techniques. You know, huddling together for warmth so that the human body doesn't catch hypothermia and one freezes to death. Especially when one's immune system is already mildly compromised by allergies. Sound familiar?"

And before you could hit him back with a sarcastic quip or defend yourself with facts of your own, you were sneezing against him and doing your best to apologize between each one.

"Cute." Was his only amused comment.

"No, gross." You corrected, wishing you had been able to cover your mouth.

"Well, yea. But also cute, still."

You scoffed.

"You're telling me you think my allergies are cute?"

"I think everything about you is cute. But, until you're ready to accept that - and the fact that I just wanna help you - I'm not letting go."

He spoke so casually, and as much as it made you want to continue being stubborn and try to pry yourself off of him (or, more accurately, pry him off of you), you couldn't help but be reminded off all the times before where he had taken your allergies into consideration. When he opted to help you, make sure you were as comfortable as possible. Where he'd try and do anything, all sorts of grand gestures, just in the hopes that you'd feel a little better despite the symptoms of your allergies.

All in favor of treating himself, most times. Year-round...

Without further protest upon coming to such a heart-wrenching realization, you gave in, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend willingly and holding him with the need to somehow transfer all of your gratitude to him through feeling. Not really a possible feat, of course, but he knew you very well. So much so that it's almost like he knew of your intentions, swaying side to side as best he could without losing balance and cherishing your embrace.

"Thank you, Freddy."

You had planned to elaborate, like you had one time before, but he cut you off. There was no need.

"Always."

He understood.

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨😗...

long time no see😀...

listen, call it the fanfic writer's curse, call it life, I don't know, but a lot of really fucked shit happened while I was gone and while I am not mentally okay, I'm at a point where the very least I can do is return to my humble roots in hopes of feeling better (or distracting myself): fanfiction😌✋🏽.

nothing ever goes wrong in the land of fandom, especially when you're the one in control of everything (I love being an author😻✨️).

but anyway, yeah, as I try to get my life in order and finally make my way back to this app to do what I love, hopefully some good ol' fashioned sick-fics will up the vibe (also, crazy coinky-dink, I started writing this monthssss ago and during that time, I was sick while writing... well, guess who's currently sick AGAIN as she now finally posts this💀... prolly what I get, though lmao).

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

while it's always fun to imagine (haha, get it💀) what it'd be like for him to be your best friend or your boyfriend, there's times when you yearn for that tension. that something in between that's more than a platonic relationship, but just short of being a lover. and I'm here to revive that feeling of what it'd be like for vance hopper to have a crush on you...

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!reader x vance hopper - she/her/her pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

70s-80s - the grabber doesn't exist

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

cursing (lots of it though, it ain't just me this time) - mentions of aggression/violence/fighting (it's vance, y'all, get serious lol) - vance also being kind of a menace as well, ngl💀 - some angsty themes/scenarios - good ending tho, dw lmao.

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Vance even finding somebody attractive just in general sense, no deeper emotions than that, feels like the end of the world to him. Like, on one hand, he knows these feelings are natural, and there's not really shit he can (or will) do about them, but GOD is it torture for him.

He hates the butterflies, the nerves, the stress-sweats, the inescapable urge to look his crush’s way, all of it. It's gross and uncomfortable, and if he could turn off the ability to feel attraction on a whim, he would.

Butttt,,,, at the same time, he is also a teenage boy. There's no way where SOMETIMES he doesn't mind maybe, POSSIBLY having a lil' hallway crush. Getting to check them out when they're not looking or seeing them outside of school; a pleasant surprise.

And I think just that alone could be a potential reason for why and how he'd be crushing on you. One of those things that, kind of like in Robin's case, just sneaks up on him without realization until it's “too late”.

It was obvious and amused scoffs at your outfit choices (because it's not like you or anyone else is gonna say shit about it lmao). It's him - like I said - checking you out when you're not looking and sometimes even shamelessly. It's him suddenly growing more and more ready to see you every day at school, lowkey trying to make sure you see him.

Walking past you a bit slower than his average stride through the halls, purposely tapping his pen against the desk louder than it to just be written off as "habit", other things similar that would leave you not wondering in the slightest because each "move" he makes is more subtle than the last (not on purpose, he just doesn't know what he's doing lmfao💀).

Leave him wondering why it even mattered to him if you did just give him the smallest morsels of your attention … until you did give it, and then he forgot how to think and he was fighting down the heat steadily rising to his cheeks and he just…

He'd get so pissed tf off, I just know it😭💀. Not at anyone in particular, but he's highstrung, okay, we know this😭✋🏽. And he never knew if that factor about himself was a good thing or a bad thing, because while chasing you off meant that these "gross" feelings would subside, it also meant losing the good aspects of all of this, too.

He'd be a little upset to see you look at him - not with curiosity like you had been - but the same way everyone else did. With fear and nerves. Or even not look at him at all, just a head and a set of eyes drooping straight to the floor or the nearest wall or wherever, anywhere to avoid his gaze. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but if you did it, it'd sting a little.

But, regardless of everything I just said, no way in hell is he making any of the first moves. Not because of lack of confidence or anything, but the guy has no clue where he'd even begin to approach someone romantically. You'd just be another faded crush added to the pretty short list of faded crushes.

But, for the sake of these headcannons, let's say you were the one to nonchalantly approach. He'd go through that little routine he has with anyone he wasn't “cool” with, a glare up and down your person that, if didn't send you away on it's own, came right along with a snarky, “The fuck do you want?” leaving his lips.

“You're Vance Hopper, right?”

“Who's asking?”

“I am. I actually have a question for you.” … “How come you play that pinball machine so much?”

“That's none of your fucking buisness, unless you're tryna’ beat me or something.”

“‘Course not, I don't even know how to play. But…you know, it is the only one in town…”

“...And?”

“You should teach me.”

“Why in the hell would I do that? You're out of your mind; move.”

“Like I said, the machine you play on is the only one in town. You're hogging it.”

“The fuck'd'you just say…?”

“And since you're hogging it, you might as well teach me. Not like anyone else can…”

“tch, Please. Fuck off…”

And say, for the sake of these headcannons, you didn't fuck off, and that you showed up a random afternoon to the Grab'n’Go and bothered Vance anyways until he agreed to teach you (just as long as you didn't come close to his high score).

Or anything relating to this could definitely work. Maybe you pestered him about a specific comic you saw him holding. Or maybe where he'd gotten his jean-vest. Or just any one of his interests, really. If you have enough patience and he doesn't completely decide to push you away, he'll find himself reluctantly flattered at the way you persisted in learning more from him.

Let me repeat.

From him.

Wouldn't you know it? It's quite literally that easy. With a little bit of confidence and persistence without getting too pushy and insane amount of luck, you too can have your very own "Pinball" Vance Hopper. Ka-chow😎.

Once again, he won't say that, obviously, but it's true. It's the thing of now he can't help but let the crush get worse now that you've taken such a wanting interest in him. Actually hoping you come up to him in school, or smile when he checks you out without a care in the world, or actually agree when he's asking- well,,, more or less demanding you to go somewhere with him…

“After school, we're heading to the diner; I'm fuckin’ starving…”

“You ate your lunch and mine, what are you talking about😭?”

"Right, which means your ass is probably hungry, too, so we're going.”

And god forbid if he's ever jealous. Fuck his world ending. THE world ends, ain't no saving the person who's causing these riled up emotions within him, not when he's already as temperamental as they come😭💀✋🏽. Hell, it doesn't even have to be a person! As long as your time isn't occupied by him or being with him, he's salty as fuck.

And hey, don't get me wrong. He knows better than to let it bubble over and affect whatever’s going down between you two. He wouldn't want to come off as controlling or toxic. Chase you away, just like the rest. But that doesn't mean he still won't let it be known, especially when it's all over his face.

Brows furrowed and lips pulled down into a frown. More curt than usual, and strangely, there's a lack of curse words rather than the normal “fuck” “shit” or “ass” flying from that motor mouth of his.

But sometimes, he thanks whoever above when it isn't something as trivial as homework or a job or anything else inanimate keeping your focus. When it's something reasonable, like a family member holding up your time, or a close friend, maybe even a teacher…

He thanked the heavens when it was another guy - someone who he was well within rights to scare off, a viable reason to release some of those jealous tendencies under the thin guise of, “The dude was looking at you like goddamn meat, (N/N).” or “Fuck him, the guy’s a shitfaced manwhore looking for his fifth girlfriend…”

To be honest, it's kind of why it's rare that you're ever the jealous one. Or rather, rare that he notices you being jealous. Not that he doesn't pay attention to you, of course that's not the case. But it's also not really something he considers, you being envious, because (and this is, once again, definitely him talking), “What the fuck would she have to be jealous about?”

It's actually kinda nice having him to act as scary dog privileges. And while maybe sometimes he might get a bit too antsy, you're lucky he likes- oh, I'm sorry, in his words, "respects" you enough to cool it whenever you advise him to. Not in a - dramatic, "Stop fighting, look at me, this isn't you🥺" - way (he'd probabaly laugh and actually physically move you out of his way if you ever did some shit like that💀✋🏽), but more in a - mildly vexed, "😒🙄Don't bother with that guy, it's not worth it..." pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing - kind of way (while he might still ignore this sometimes, at least it isn't pure cringe lmao).

And to be fair, he's right in the sense that he's rather loyal, whether either of you realize it or not. Again, it's not like he's purposely going out with the intentions to woo other folks, but from time to time, a girl or two won't shy away from ogling him and even being bold enough to approach (such as you did, but that's neither here nor there so it doesn't count lol😆).

And in these moments, kind of resemblant to Finney, you can't help but be a little taken aback yourself because… Who the fuck is this girl talking to right now? With you standing right there, no less! The disrespect and audacity of these hoes…

“Sorry, he's busy later and doesn't like talking to…*looking up and down* people… But I can take a message.” As if Vance ain't standing right behind you, putting his things away into his locker and pretending not to listen to this entire interaction💀✋🏽.

“Oh, well, maybe you could just give him my number for me? I'm Anne, by the way, so if you could just tell him to cal-”

“-Ooo, aaahhh, see… I would but, like I said; not much of a talker. Plus, he already has mine, so, sorry😬😆…”

And as you're nearly tugging Vance away, he's very alarmed at the sudden cattiness you've displayed seemingly unprovoked.

“...The fuck was that?!”

“Nothing.”

“That wasn’t nothing, you were mean as fuck back there…!”

And once he clocks that jealousy in you, omg he doesn't know HOW to feel lmao😭. It's like this odd mixture of annoyance, pride, and adoration is suddenly coursing through him, and all he can do is laugh because “What the hell…”

I feel like, after maybe a few more interactions like this, plus some more close proximity, it wouldn't be long before he started trying to pull away. Not because he dislikes you, quite the contrary. Bro’s just,,, scared, really. He doesn't quite have a grasp on these feelings he has for you, and you don't seem to mind, but you're also not giving him the clearest insight either. Not to mention his past and what he's previously been through…

To sum it up, I think this could lead to the classics we all know and love. He pushes away, you persist and maybe even get a little too forceful for his liking, he snaps, it hurts your feelings or whatever, he (in an attempt to salvage what he's about to lose) angrily confesses, you hit him with the, “You're so stupid, omg🙄😽…” And tell him you've felt the same way all along, ya smooch, the end.

Y'all are now the new power couple in school, and anyone who doesn't like it can suck shit (once again, probably his words🤭💀).

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬😽✨️!!

again, I wish tumblr provided a yellow color font, cuz that's what I would use for him, so unfortunately, I had to just bold his name/dialogue, but oh wellll💛🪩🙃.

next up is bruce !!

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 :

who you see is who I write for :).

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

hello wuestion about shifting!

whats the method you found to work the most for you?

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫...

it wouldn't be right if I didn't (obvs lol), but unfortunately,,, none of them💀. I know, depressing, right?

but, in all seriousness, this isn't me saying that I've literally tried every single last method there is out there, but again, I like to be very transparent about these sorts of things,,,

they have all equally not worked lmfaooo😹💔.

I've tried/done a lot of methods over time (I've been shifting for about 4-5 years now, but haven't shifted yet), and none of them have done anything for me whatsoever. I mean, to this day, I haven't even gotten any of what people call "symptoms" - which, I personally think are just signs your body is falling asleep, not actually shifting💀✋🏽. I feel like shifting doesn't feel like anything, it kinda just,,, happens, yk? - so I can't really offer up anything that I would say is the "best" or what "works".

although (because again, I know this is kinda depressing and I don't want to, like, crush your hopes lmao), I feel like what's best for me is to try and stick to methods that revolve around sleeping, nighttime, no outside distractions or needs type of vibe. unfortunately, I live in an environment where there's a lot of negativity a lot of the time (mentally, emotionally, and physically) and I have no clear path or way out, it feels like, and my AuDHD does not at all help in the focus department💀🥲✋🏽 (I've never been able to mediate, lucid dream, none of that stuff, and I've accepted that), and the most I often experience is highly vivid dreams.

so, with that, I feel like my best attempts and my best interests lie in sleep methods, especially the ones where it's like "that point between awake and asleep" and "sleep paralysis",,, I slip into those states rather occasionally and have throughout my whole life, and I know how to trigger them, so rn, my intention has been set on mastering getting into and staying focused in those states so that I can then move onto shifting from those states, you know what I mean?

but hey, if anyone else has any advice for me or the asker here, (or any readings hehehe, I am currently practicing tarot myself, and I'm sure others are, too, so you're welcome to practice on me because I'd sure love some guidance right about now lmfao), definitely lay it on me, I'm open and happy to hear it.

and to you, my lovely person who dropped this question that I'm answering in my inbox, I apologize that I can't be of more assistance. I wish I had more of a straight-forward and profound answer, or that I could help you out in someway, but I'm pretty much in the same boat here when it comes to the whole "wtf should I do and wtf am I doing😭??" part of it all lol.

toodles, and take care to all /ᐠ^˕^マ~ !!

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ my personal guide !

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞... !

...this is a guide that I have made that will help you decipher all of my little fanfic, edit, and shifting terms. keep in mind that while some of these are useful across other profiles/platforms/websites, some of the terms and their meanings may differ elsewhere rather than on my account (hence why I use words "my" and "personal").

so, without further ado, continue reading to see what everything means and how I use it in my works. it's long, but worth it, trust🤞🏽.

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/ᐠ-˕-マ~ each list is in alphabetical order :) !

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 -

《 ♡ 》 adjective!character : this can get used by either myself or requesters to specify certain traits for a character to have. also includes reader(s), because remember, you are (technically) a character in the story, too :). there can also be as many adjectives as one wants. for example, it could look something like:ㅤpopular!social!reader x loner!quiet!billy batson.

《 ♡ 》 angst : super melodramatic, lot's of drama stemming from problems either caused by outside forces, and/or the reader/characters themselves. can have either bad, unresolved endings, or good "fix-it" type endings. not to be confused with hurt/comfort, which is implied in the name that it's naturally supposed to be a story/fic that hurts you with angst, and then comforts you with fluff at the end. these are my personal fave to write, besides crackfics ♡.

《 ♡ 》 au : this stands for alternate universe. let's say I write a fanfic for, I dunno, henry danger, right? as you know, henry danger is already set in a specific universe. well, as a writer, I have the creative liberty to literally change the entire setting. I can make henry danger take place during the fifties or in space or whatever requested lol🤷🏽‍♀️.

《 ♡ 》 crackfic : (be warned, I stole this definition from a website 'cuz I couldn't gather the proper words to explain it myself lmao) named after the drug to imply that it can only be the product of a deranged mind, crack fic is identified by its absurd, surprising, or ridiculous premise. the plotline might be twisted into a knot, the fic might be a thick parody, or the fic might feature an unlikely or rare pairing ("crack pairing"). sometimes random, nonsensical, or stream-of-thought fics are termed crack, but other crack fics proceed logically, in character, and with internal consistency from their bizarre starting points. the former is generally derided by fandom as badfic while the latter is often praised. generally, these are humor pieces.

《 ♡ 》 crossover : this means/implies that two (or more) separate stories/fics, universes, and/or fandoms will be blended or written together as one. fair warning, I've never actually done this before (yesIhaveI'mjusttooembarrassedtoeverlookbackonit), but I'd be happy to do it now :). on the actual fanfic somewhere on the page, it would look like this, for example:ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmaze runner x hunger games (crossover/au).

《 ♡ 》 fluff : this means that the story/fic will be super soft with light elements and no dark/angsty themes. it's pure comfort with no ill will/intent, nothing dangerous, very safe and fun :). good vibes only, supa' good vibes only/ᐠ♡˕♡マ✨️.

《 ♡ 》 headcanon : these are a list of assorted, non-ordered thoughts on the character(s) that I have. if requested, there can be a specific theme or topic to base these headcannons upon, but as I stated, they're basically just lose thoughts I come up with on the fly (and edit, ofc, I edit all my works to the best of my ability before posting). with context, you'll know whether or not the headcannons are specific, but for example, a title or something could look like this:ㅤdarby harper x clairvoyant!reader (headcannons).

《 ♡ 》 hurt/comfort : it's basically where the fic I write will have plot points/themes/elements that will "hurt" its reader, whether the bad vibes are happening to the character, the reader, or just bad vibes in general. it'll give you all the feels, very depressing and/or dark, but don't worry. you will not end this fic without being comforted and lifted back up in some ways, shape, and/or form.

《 ♡ 》 hurt/comfort/revenge : this one I'm pretty sure I made up, but it's the overall same vibes as hurt/comfort, except also, reader get their revenge >:). I rarely ever see stuff like this get written into fics, so I have to enter my Thanos era and do it myself, apparently. this goes out to all my petty readers out there who still wanna be softly loved: I gotchu, bae, we gon' fuck the person that hurt you up, don't worry🤞🏽.

《 ♡ 》 imagine : these are longer fics with fleshed out plot/themes/thoughts (and probably some of my best works, if you're on the hunt for quality💀). they can range between something short, sweet, and simple, or long ass stories that can even have multiple parts ! as long as there's no one around to stop me, my self control pretty much determines the length of an imagine lmao.

《 ♡ 》 masterlist : a masterlist is a complete list of all my works pertaining to one specific fandom and/or character. in my case, each fandom has its own masterlist filled with all of the characters names, with a complete set of all of the works/content done for them underneath.

《 ♡ 》 oc : this stands for "own character" and would typically be something others request me to do. I, personally, don't really have any oc's that aren't apart of my original works, so...yeah lol. if requested, it might look something like this:ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpeter parker x ocㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤand then their oc would be described to me so I can write it :).

《 ♡ 》 oneshot : typically my shorter writings, intended to be written off of the top of my head with either very quick closure at the end, or maybe even no closure at all. basically, if you want a glorified cliffhanger (that may or may not ever get finished or a second part), this is what you want, and it'll be specified somewhere on the page of my work.

ooc : this stands for "out of character." this implies that a certain character may behave in a way that differs from what is originally presented in the media they're in. this is usually spoken as a prior warning/apology to some less than high quality writing, but of course, you are always free to request a character to be ooc :).

《 ♡ 》 original work : anything that I write that isn't fanfiction is an original work of mine. it will be specified on the page, so it's not really something that needs to be worried about :).

《 ♡ 》 pov : this stands for "point of view", which is basically something that tells you what/who's perspective you're seeing/reading things from. I rarely do anything that switches between pov's, but that doesn't mean I can't or won't. it's just not my favorite way to write, that's all lol.

《 ♡ 》 prompt : this is a short summary/info-dump on the story. it helps you (reader) to get a feel for what the impending work is about.

《 ♡ 》 scenarios : the way I write them is kind of like a staggered mix of short writings/oneshots and listed thoughts/headcannons. again, these are kind of meant to be written off of the top of my head, no real order, but definitely a little bit more detailed. these are also some of my faves to write ♡.

《 ♡ 》 ship/shipping : it's a play on words from the saying, "that ship has sailed." a ship refers to two characters whom of which you want to get/be/stay together. you root for them, love them, or can even ship a character with yourself (which is the whole point of the fanfic work I do💀). the act of shipping yourself with a character can be what guides you and others into writing "x reader" work.

《 ♡ 》 smut/nsfw : it's word p*rn, guys. that's all it is, it's just written smexxy times between you and your (aged up/of age🫵🏽...) faves. others might be more familiar with the citrus chart (a.k.a. lime, lemons, grapefruit, etc.). I don't do that because I've stated before, I'm probably not going to do anything super heavy/k!nky. nsfw stands for "not safe/suitable for work", and I typically use that acronym as a warning before you start reading anything in an...*coughs*ㅤㅤㅤo p e n environment🥴...

《 ♡ 》 timeline : this informs you (the reader) of the specific time the events in the story/fic transpire. when I write, I personally base the timeline/setting off of, again, ✨️vibes✨️ and what makes most sense. but as always, you are free to request a specific time/order of events for me to write.

《 ♡ 》 tw/content : this will let you know of any possible triggers and what overall content is in the/any content I make. tw stands for "trigger warning".

《 ♡ 》 + reader : in my works/descriptions, the "+" sign in "+ reader" indicates that the relationship between you and whatever character(s) written is sibling-like and/or completely platonic. no romantic feelings whatsoever (unless it's like an unrequited love or something else of the sort type of deal/plot). for example:ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdamian wayne + reader.

《 ♡ 》 x reader : in this instance, the "x" in the term "x reader" implies that the relationship between two characters is romantic. again, I'm sure that there can be certain exceptions, but for the most part, it's what I said it is. for example:ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤgray fullbuster x reader.

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥/𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 -

《 ♡ 》 (e/c) : (eye/color)

《 ♡ 》 (h/c) : (hair/color)

《 ♡ 》 (h/l) : (hair/length)

《 ♡ 》 (n/n) : (nickname)

《 ♡ 》 (p/n) : (petname)

《 ♡ 》 (s/c) : (skin/color)

《 ♡ 》 (s/t) : (skin/tone)

《 ♡ 》 (u/o) : (usual/outfit)

《 ♡ 》 (y/n) : (your/name)

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 -

《 ♡ 》 (f/b) : (favorite/beverage)

《 ♡ 》 (f/c) : (favorite/color)

《 ♡ 》 (f/d) : (favorite/dessert)

《 ♡ 》 (f/f) : (favorite/food)

《 ♡ 》 (f/m/s) : (favorite/movie and/or show)

《 ♡ 》 (f/s) : (favorite/song)

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 -

《 ♡ 》 (bsf/n) : (best friend/name)

《 ♡ 》 (bf/n) : (boyfriend/name)

《 ♡ 》 (gf/n) : (girlfriend/name)

《 ♡ 》 (m/n) : (mom/name)

《 ♡ 》 (d/n) : (dad/name)

《 ♡ 》 (b/n) : (brother/name)

《 ♡ 》 (s/n) : (sister/name)

《 ♡ 》 (s/o/n) : (significant other/name)

《 ♡ 》 (c/n) : (cousin/name)

《 ♡ 》 (a/n) : (aunt/name)

《 ♡ 》 (u/n) : (uncle/name)

《 ♡ 》 (gm/n) : (grandma/name)

《 ♡ 》 (gp/n) : (grandpa/name)

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𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 -

《 ♡ 》 app : I mean, obviously you know what an app is. but I just mean like, I would let you know what app I used to make a certain edit.

《 ♡ 》 collage : an assortment of pictures edited together to create one (aesthetically pleasing) picture.

《 ♡ 》 duration : the amount of time a video/edit takes to end/how long an edit is.

《 ♡ 》 moodboard : kind of like a collage, it's an assortment of pictured edited together to make one. the difference is that the pictures used focus more on the vibe/aesthetic of the character rather than the character themselves.

《 ♡ 》 pfp : stands for "profile picture."

《 ♡ 》 scenepack : it's a video that holds any and all clips of a certain character or characters that can be used to make edits or for whatever other reasons. in other words, a pack of scenes lol.

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 -

《 ♡ 》 cr : current reality. the reality you are currently in at this exact moment in time.

《 ♡ 》 dr : desired reality. the reality you are going to shift your consciousness to.

《 ♡ 》 wr : waiting room/reality. a reality you can shift to where the concept is basically like waiting in a lobby/room to decide where to shift to from there.

《 ♡ 》 subconscious : of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions and feelings.

《 ♡ 》 consciousness : the fact of awareness by the mind of itself and the world.

《 ♡ 》 script/scripting : it's basically exactly what it implies. a script (no matter how detailed, short, or long, because you really don't even need to have one) that allows/helps you to focus on exactly what reality you intend to shift to. keep in mind that you do not make/create a "new" reality. you can not create what already exists. you're simply just becoming aware of a reality, and a script can help you do/focus on that.

《 ♡ 》 script/scripting : it's basically exactly what it implies. a script (no matter how detailed, short, or long, because you really don't even need to have one) that allows/helps you to focus on exactly what reality you intend to shift to. keep in mind that you do not make/create a "new" reality. you can not create what already exists. you're simply just becoming aware of a reality, and a script can help you do/focus on that.

《 ♡ 》 shifting : I wish I had the proper words to explain this, so here's a link to a video explanation and another link to some documents instead :)...

https://href.li/?https://www.cia.gov/readingroom/docs/CIA-RDP96-00788R001700210016-5.pdf

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...(as if this list wasn't long as hell lmao💀). but hopefully, regardless of length, it was helpful and you found all of the advice/help you needed :). if there's anything you think I should add, though, you can always tell me and I'll be sure to do so.

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