hi! here's a complete list of my fanfictions :) even though i'm still currently reposting them after losing my other account, i wanted to make sure i had all of them right & already listed!
IT 2017/2019
tutoring richie tozier
cuddling richie tozier
cutting your hair with richie tozier
baby blues - bev marsh
mash's marlboro's - bev marsh
cuddling with stanley uris
comforting stanley uris
cuddling with bill denbrough
pink! - eddie kaspbrak
I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS
making pancakes with dina
STRANGER THINGS
midnight love - jane hopper
dating max mayfield
wonder woman - max mayfield
RODRICK HEFFLEY
kissing rodrick at a party
rodrick dating a rebel
rodrick dating the opposite aesthetic
rodrick dating an artist
rodrick dating a swiftie!reader
being rodrick's little sister
MISC.
meeting theo in vegas - the goldfinch
being percy's sister - percy jackson
dating percy jackson - percy jackson
meeting klaus baudelaire - a series of unfortunate events
klaus dating a musician - a series of unfortunate events
over on the bench - miles fairchild, the turning
Hi! So if you're still taking requests, could you write for Klaus Baudelaire finding out that his gf is super into music and stuff? (For example, he might walk in on her playing piano, or singing) Love your writing <33333 Have a wonderful day/night :)))
yes!!!! omg I just found this in the depths of my requests I am so sorry it’s four years late ... hopefully a headcanon is good queen :)
musician dating klaus hc
so basically
so basically
klaus alwaus knew you were kinda artsy
i mean he's kinda artsy in his own unique way, even if it's not super apparent
one day, when u both were at prufrock prep, he accidentally walked into the conservatory by accident and holy cow.
he didn't even realize it was the conservatory at first (he'd never been in there, due to another stupid orphan ban), but he was immediately drawn in to look further when he heard the piano playing
the piano was behind a corner, behind a wall, behind like ten bookcases
when he turned around to look, secretly fearign it was count olaf in disguise again, he saw you!
you guys had been dating for only a couple months, but he had no idea you played the piano????
"y/n????? what're you doing in here?" his jaw literally would be on the the ground and barely attatched to his head
"i play the piano?"
"since when oh my god"
"since always??"
it turns out you never actually told klaus that you played the piano... it just hadn't really come up in conversation
"this is the best thing i've ever seen"
you guys would then sneak around for the rest of the year, hiding in the consevraotry away from count olad, where you'd play piano for him
you actually srated to teach him a little bit, and unsurprisingly, he was very good at it
he'd tease that he was better than you!
then you guys get married and live a long and happy life with cute kids and a big house the end
a/n: hey guys so i’m not dead! in all honestly i locked myself out of this account, so i couldn’t finish writing all of the requests from the last time i checkded in account. my home life has been kind of a shit show the past few months, but now that i found the password, i feel like writing might pull me out of the hole i’ve been in recently. if i dissappear again don’t worry – i def j locked myself out again :) also, i’m not a huge taylor fan, so i tried my best!
okay so basically
rodrick was not a swiftie at ALL before meeting you
like, he heard it on the radio and at school, but he never like went seeking out taylor swift
but the very SECOND he met you, he immideatly started looking up what songs she was famous for
id like to think that rodrick’s love langauge is music (don’t think i’m using that term right but whatevs)
and that he immideatly told you that he was trying taylor swift
and he listened to basically EVERYTHING.
the next time he saw you
all he did was talk about taylor swift with tou
something was just so adborable about seeing your face light up when he mentioned that he listened to her “because he wanted to think about you, and taylor swift makes him think of you”
a/n: omg i’m so un creative but i feel like i’ve been starving you all so here consume my garbage
rodrick hated art class with with such a passion until he met you
he had an extra class and the guidance counselor was like, ‘okay, fuck it,’ and put him in an art class
and then he was seated next to you and he knew in a whole second and a half that he wanted to marry you
it didn’t take him long to ask you out
‘hey, y/n, i need a little bit of help with my drawing, do you think you could come over later, and maybe we would get a pizza while we draw, or something?’
‘yeah, sure, just text me your address!’
the only thought he could think about for the rest of the day was the movie he was going to put on for you and how he wanted to snuggle up to you while you helped him with his art
and you came to his house
tablet and apple pen and drawing bag in arm
and he knew you meant business
only a few times after going over, you agreed to be his partner (because who wouldn’t)
and honestly it was amazing
susan could tell that something was up w my boy roddy about two weeks into making things official
he was going to bed earlier and waking up at a normal time, eating more, grades were higher, and was just generally in a much better mood
and he didn’t smell anymore
very suspicious
she cornered him when he got home from school one day
‘you’re in a good mood, rodrick!’
‘thanks, mom’
‘is there anyone that’s making you happier?’
oh susan
always straight to the point huh
she forced jt out of him
the dinner w you and his parents was actually pretty fun — susan loved the idea of rodrick getting more into the arts and was now talking about starting a sketchbook
she loves you
anyways
you always come over to do his homework with him and then you’ll usually listen to music and paint while he wraps things up or tries to draw with you
he likes being close to you, not necessarily drawing or painting
it just makes him feel more connected with you
paint on all his shirts!
messy hair and smeared oils on his face from putting your hands on his face when you kiss
going to galleries
(he was very excited to go to your debut)
and in conclusion rodrick would be a very supportive boyfriend of an artist and his favorite thing in the whole world is to go to starbucks and watch you draw
a/n: im such a slut for this trope you have no idea
well first of all, it’s no secret that mrs. heffley would love you
she’d be so happy that someone is finally talking to rorick and that he’s actually forming a healthy relationship with someone
you’re all about grades and innocence and pastels and he is definitely not
he’d definitely be super caring about it, but he would try to more or less keep you that way
studying, snuggles, stuffed animals – y’know… mature but gentle
“you’re going to be uncles to each other’s kids one day!”
“yeah, y/n and i are gonna have really hot kids. super smart and have super drum skills.”
as for rodrick being a boyfriend, he’d definitely be the same amount of immature of everybody thought he would be, but considerate and snuggly all the same
he’d definitely give you lots of oversized loaded diaper shirts and even though his band is kind of shit you wear them to a) be supportive and b) because they smell like him
he loves waking up next to you and seeing him in nothing but his shirts and snuggling up into his chest
his heart MELTS and i want this more than anything
he wraps his arms around you and puts his nose on your head and in your hair and mumbles
late night drives in his van
sleepovers!! in!! his!! van!!
big blanket forts and pillows and comforters
helping him in school and studying late at night in his bedroom
you kiss him when he gets something right
he doesn’t mind schoolwork so much after that
definitely lets you sit on him and lean into him while your reading
like putting his head on your shoulder and mouthing the words that you’re reading with his arms around your middle
def braids hair
late night movies!!
at the rodrick rules party, greg definitely walked in on you two doing something unholy
you bribed him with icecream and to be his date to a dance or something and susan was a happy lady for the rest of your relationship
a/n: oh to be in a relationship with rodrick heffley
lol susan def hates you
she’s a suburban mom so she’d be very passive aggressive about it, but she would be horrified when she walked in on you two fucking and making out
constantly
you were most definitely not allowed to be in the same room together for prolonged periods of time
arm around your shoulder at all times
countless dark hickies on your neck
van rides, ripped jeans with fishnets and old sneakers
matching smudged eyeliner
you can def play some sort of rock instrument and he you that much more because of it
“babe you’re amazing”
“i know”
smoking for the aesthetic
late night drives with fast food
early morning walks in the woods for the aesthetic
makeouts in the van
sharing makeup
you 100% take his shirts all of the time
definitely some nudes on the party camera during rodrick rules
greg thinks you’re the coolest person ever
a shithead, but the coolest person ever
definitely loves talking to you
definitely has a crush on you for a prolonged amount of time before you two started dating
and during that time
you’re everything that he wished rodrick was, because even though he’s the same person as you are, you’re somehow so much nicer to him
definitely fell asleep on top of both of the heffley boys at some point
greg just turns red and rodrick glares at him before scooping you up and putting you on his lap and kissing up your neck and basically eating you in front of his whole family
just to gross them out and make them uncomfortable
he’d kiss you goodnight and snuggle you anytime
anyways, you and rodrick would be an adorable goth couple and it’d be absolutely amazing
we all know the story of how that wonderful party came to be, and we all know that rodrick had probably never had more confidence than he did that night, most likely very high, and leaning on his kitchen counter
he saw you walk in through the front door, with a group of girls surrounding you, before taking a swig of something strong and sauntering over to the kitchen
he’d liked you ever since he saw you in the sixth grade and you let him copy your homework every monday night so he could have the night off
plus, he’d have to watch greg whether he had homework to do or not, so being free made the evening less painful
or do something stupid with his stupid parents
you hated when he called his parents stupid
‘your parents aren’t stupid, rodrick.’
mrs heffley had only met you once or twice
but she loved you
‘oh, what’s going on with yn recently? still doing well in school? oh, maybe you can do something and invite—’
he’d always say no
other than sneaking looks at your homework (and you) in class, you always… intimidated him
just the slightest bit
you would walk so confidently through the halls
to him, that amount of confidence was sickening
but so intriguing
‘you’re yn, right?’
‘yessir.’
‘oh, i’m rodrick.’
‘dude, rodrick is such a cool name.’
that was it
he was sold
you told him that his name was cool and you liked his eyeliner and he was gone
like totally deceased
dead
he’d been so used to be an outsider for the longest time, that when you pulled him in to introduce him to some of your friends, he wasn’t sure how to act
it was until one of your friends said something that everything was going absolutely perfectly
‘oh, wait, you’re rodrick? oh shit, man, this is who you’ve been raving about?’
he swore his heart stopped, blinking stupidly and taking a bit gulp
he wasn’t going to say anything at first, but after taking roughly 0.8373832 seconds to consider the fact that he’d probably never be this drunk or confident for at least a few years, he was going to say something
just something
‘is that so?’
you rolled your eyes, but smiled
‘mhm, i guess so, heffley.’
he almost exploded. ‘well that’s good, because i’ve liked you since the sixth grade.’
‘that’s awesome, rick.’
a nickname???
he swooned
i mean
he literally fucking swooned
‘y-yeah, it is. wanna go outside for a second?’
YOU KISSED IN THE DARK
ON THE END OF THE STREET
unsurprisingly, he was super sweet and asked before he did it
‘would be okay if i kissed you?’
there wasn’t a faster way for you to say yes then smashing to it lips into his
best. night. ever.
so, waking up early to clean up was 100% worth it when he saw you cuddled up to him under a blanket <3
a/n: i don’t care for miles but i really like finn wolfhard and the whole aesthetic of the movie and ew i hate this but yeah i had a john mulaney line and i made it angsty
miles fairchild knew that hurting that boy was a mistake that would cost him.
it didn’t matter how much money he had, or how much power his parents might have had, or how many times he caught himself wishing he were home instead of at this damn boarding school in the first place – but he knew that this would be something that he would have to pay for himself – and unfortunately, that reality didn’t set in until he sat down on the bench outside of the headmaster’s office, head in his hands and looking at the tile ground.
(miles fairchild wasn’t used to actually having to suffer the consequences for his actions, and miles fairchild wasn’t one known for his integrity — that being his lack of thereof — and reputation to do ‘the right thing.’)
miles fairchild was so consumed by his own small world of misery that shrouded him like a cloak of darkness, the deep shadows and spirits swirling around him like a hurricane, that he didn’t notice you sit down next to him.
he only looked up for a second, looking disgusted, before scooting over a few inches and going back to his moping.
“what’re you here for?” your voice snapped him out of it, and his dark eyes met yours. “i mean, most people don’t sit outside the old fuck’s door for no reason.”
“i guess i’m not like most people,” he snapped, going back to his moping, as you snorted, trying not to roll your eyes. “what?”
“that’s so fucking annoying.”
miles’s neck almost snapped as he turned around to look at you, disgust forming on his features. “what about it so fucking annoying, l/n?”
you laughed, “you’re being all mysterious. just fucking say it!” you thought you were being teasing enough, grin plastered on your face, but when an an angry smirk found it way to his face, yours immediately dropped, before trying to awkwardly keep your false confidence up. “i’m not afraid to admit what happened to me.”
“oh, really?”
“i got in a fight, asshole.”
“i can see why, actually.”
you thought miles smiled, the way that the tips of his lips turned up just the slightest. for a moment, miles fairchild didn’t look like the miles fairchild that seemed to only lurk around in the corners, beat up kids, and scare teachers.
(miles fairchild, in that moment, sitting on the bench, seemed almost normal.)
“i got into a fight, too. it was bad, i guess, but he deserved it after he—“
miles was cut off by a man walking out of the headmaster’s office, and he immediately stopped talking, looking up at the man, looking nearly resentful. you gave him a small wave a smile as he walked into the office, and all you received was a light tipped half-smile, more of a grimace, before he disappeared.
miles fairchild knew that he would probably never have a real friend. he knew that he probably wouldn’t ever find a significant other, someone to spend the rest of his life with, without him scaring them to death.
as the one and only miles fairchild sat down and finally received his well-deserved expulsion, the only wish on his mind was that he had smiled to you as he saw you walk down the hallway for the very last time.
