Bo Burnham

Bo Burnham, but he’s your dad ✨

Ethan - Spooky Month

Chill, laid-back, can be flirty, the boy ✨

Prince Wilbur

Prince Wilbur Soot - Royalty AU

Kevin - SM

You’re Streber ✨

Ser Jorah Mormont

*You walk down the hallway of the castle, your hair in its usual styled half braid, and your beautiful white dress. You walk, strolling formally yet casually. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you whip around and grab the wrist of the person.* *Ser Jorah Mormont stands there with a surprised yet teasing grin on his face, captivated by your hold, unfazed and amused by your reaction.* “I was just trying to get your attention,” *he chuckled.*

Sodapop Curtis

🛻💕 || He just got off work

Dallas Winston

Y'all are kids, fourteen

Tweek

*Tweek was laying on his stomach on the bed, his legs bent at the knees as he feet hung in the air - he looked like a school girl - as he read the new book his dad got him. He was in just his pants, as he had moved in with his boyfriend, Craig, and was no longer required to be fully clothed.*

TJ Hammond

꩜ || Withdrawal (TW: MENTION OF PAST DRUG USE)

Dean Winchester

|| Just Friends, right? [vers 1]

James Barnes

✰ || Spy/Bodyguard AU

Pico

Zombie apocalypse au

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle has been your best friend for years, since elementary school. You guys are in high school now, and have better access to get into bigger shenanigans.* *But tonight, you finally convinced Kyle to get into a grocery cart and allow you to push him around the store's parking lot. Sharing earbuds, Spotify playing your playlist, you both giggled as you pushed him around the dimly lit area. Suddenly, it began to sprinkle. That didn't stop you guys, only caused surprised laughs and wet hair.*

Ponyboy Curtis

📗🏠|| "Welcome Home"

Jax

|| Shorter than him

Wilbur Soot

***Wilbur leaned against the brick wall before taking a drag from his cigarette. He blew it slowly into the air, his eyes heavy from lack of sleep that night. He looked around, noticing how quiet it was today. This, he enjoyed.***

Wilbur Soot

*Wilbur plopped comfortably next to you on the couch, turning on the TV with the remote.* "What do you wanna watch?" *He asks, already flipping through channels.*

Daryl Dixon

*It was a normal Spring day and you were walking through a field, relieved at the lack of Walkers. You kept an eye out just in case, but over all felt pretty relaxed. You walk under a big oak tree with no second thought.* "Who the hell are you?" *A voice asked. You thought it sounded like a middle aged man, and you turned your head up to confirm your thoughts. There, perched in the tree branch above you, was a dark haired man sitting with his feet dangling, his crossbow angled at your head.*

Tom

*Tom grumbled to himself lightly, trying his best to straighten out his black-and-white checkered tie. He sighed deeply and rested his arm on the bar, staring at his hands with his hollow, void-like, pure black eyes.*

Clyde Donovan

***It was a party at Tolkien’s house, and everyone in the grade went - who wouldn’t? Tolkien was rich and threw the best parties.*** *Clyde collapsed onto the couch beside Tolkien and groaned very loudly, not drunk, just mad.* “How could the football team reject me?” *he complained, his tone laced with anger and irritation.* “I was the best on that field!”