#Four is here because he's my fav and I want him to hang out with both members of this duo more so sue me
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x-i-l-verify · 2 months ago
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Title: Exchange the Experience Fandom: Linked Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Category: Gen Characters: Hyrule (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Four (Linked Universe), Linked Universe Links | The Chain, Original Linked Universe Character(s) Status: in progress Additional Tags: Whumptober 2024, Whumptober, Human Sacrifice, Self-Sacrifice, Temporary Character Death, Blood and Injury, Blood and Torture, Captivity, Good Older Sibling Warriors (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Warriors (Linked Universe) Has a Bad Time, POV Hyrule (Linked Universe),Hyrule (Linked Universe) is a Little Shit, BAMF Hyrule (Linked Universe), Hyrule (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Four (Linked Universe) Splits into the Colors, Four (Linked Universe) Has a Bad Time, Four (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Four (Linked Universe), Wind and Legend (Linked Universe) Are Menaces, Time (Linked Universe) is So Done, Sky and Twilight (Linked Universe) Are on the Struggle Bus, Wild (Linked Universe) Takes Another Long Nap
Summary:
“This is no group of mere hapless travelers like the others. We have the illustrious Hero of Hyrule himself in our midst!” And with that, the priest swept his sword up with a dramatic flourish, then lowered it, pointing it straight… …at Warriors. (or: Due to an unforeseen combination of circumstances, a branch of the Cult of Ganon in Hyrule’s era mistakes the Hero of Warriors for the Hero of Hyrule. Terrible times are had by all. 👉😎👉)
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Hello, Warriors Nation, I come bearing gifts.
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maplesyrupsainz · 10 months ago
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˖⁺。˚⋆˙slut! | CL16 MV1 ˖⁺。˚⋆˙
pairing: charles leclerc x model!y/n reader (she/her) x max verstappen, lestappen x model!fem reader
genre: social media au, polyamory, established relationship x new relationship
warnings: polyamory lol lestappen, mentions of cheating & slut shaming
summary: in which you and your boyfriend get a new boyfriend and everyone gets confused, or in which no one considers polyamory before branding you a slut
a/n: i wanted to make this so bad ever since i got the request & now is the time 🙏
request!!!: I was thinking maybe when model!reader dating Charles and she starts hanging out/becomes friends with Max, and then everyone thinks that she cheating plot twist they are all dating
fc: sophia birlem
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charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc 💋
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user1 my fav couple forever
user2 y/n is so hot
user3 her leg on him🥹🥹
yourusername love when im in almost every pic
charles_leclerc duh, you are beautiful
user4 stop ittt
maxverstappen1 beautiful couple
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user5 oh hi max
user6 are max & y/n friends?
maxverstappen1 posted a story
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user7 OMG Y/N???
user8 hottest girl in the world wtf
user9 where's charlesss
user10 max are you third wheeling
user11 i am no better than a man 🥵
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yourusername bahrain bahrain bahrain
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user12 aww i love that she's friends with max now
user13 y/n are you a lestappen shipper like us
yourusername yes x
user14 OMGGGG
user15 she's insaneeee 😍
charles_leclerc what is that picture
yourusername you and max
maxverstappen1 he's ashamed of me 😢
yourusername he's so nasty
charles_leclerc no.. what the?
twitter ->
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maxverstappen1 posted a story
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yourusername BECAUSE IM A GIRL LEAVE ME ALONE!!
maxverstappen1 😂
user19 shaming her for why
user20 where r u going
charles_leclerc she needs lots of outfits okay
maxverstappen1 dont defend her!
user21 they're spending sm time together lately and where is charles
yourusername posted a story
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user22 got any games on your phone
user23 WHERE ARE YOU GOINGGG
charles_leclerc be kind to eachother
yourusername we are 😅
charles_leclerc hmmm
user24 i need more info on this friendship
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f1wagupdates an image has emerged of max verstappen and model y/n y/l/n, who is famously known as charles leclerc's girlfriend of almost four years. is she cheating on him with one of his own friends?
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user25 what the actual eff
user26 IS SHE CHEATING ON HIM??? WELL OBVIOUSLY LOOK AT THE EVIDENCE
user27 wtf im spinning around in circles
user28 just threw up
yourbff everyone always thinks they know everything 🙄
user29 huh??? what is she on about
user30 the pics there to prove it.. 🤡
user31 what is going onnnn
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yourusername my job is so fun
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user32 is cheating fun too
user33 what the hell???? so shameless
user34 charles still in the likes?
francisca.cgomes ily
yourusername ilysm 🥰
yourbff hot girl
yourusername real
charles_leclerc my perfect girl
yourusername 💋 love u
user35 ??? does he not know
user36 im so lost
f1wagupdates
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f1wagupdates we are here once again with a y/n y/l/n sighting, this time once again with her boyfriend charles leclerc. does anyone know what is going on? lol
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user37 can someone explain to me what the hell is happening
user38 maybe she's dating both of them lol
user39 😂😂😂
user40 she did say she shipped lestappen 💀
user41 omg slut much?? wtf is going on
user42 grid bunny
user43 this is sick and twisted
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yourusername & if they call me a slut u know it might be worth it for once
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charles_leclerc my girl 💋
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maxverstappen1 my girl ❤️
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user48 wait guys...
user49 they're all dating arent they
user50 OH MY GOD?!!??
user51 poor y/n LOL
francisca.cgomes 🫶🫶
pierregasly 🩷
carlossainz55 ❤️
yourbff proud of u all 😘
lilymhe 💜💜💜💜💜
user52 we're sorry y/n
THE END ❤️💙
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lurkingshan · 6 months ago
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Japanese QL Corner
The fun continues with three currently airing gems, a new show entering the fray, and an animated story so good I am reading a manga to keep up with it. Four of these are on Gaga and one is coming to us via fan sub. Jump on in to the weekly watch, we're having so much fun and not feeling at all overwhelmed by the deluge of amazing content! *chuckles nervously*
Takara's Treasure
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I continue to love this quiet little show. This week I desperately wanted someone, anyone, to answer Taishin's earnest questions. He is doing his best to figure this out but no one is helping him! I like that despite wanting him to figure out his feelings for himself, Takara continues to reach out to Taishin to let him know his attention is welcome. This week we also met Emiri, an instant fav who taught Taishin all about stanning. I appreciate that this show joined other recent jbls in making a clear distinction between being a stan and being in love. Real love is not fanaticism, and the former is what Takara seems to want from Taishin--once he's ready.
I Hear the Sunspot
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Ugh this show just gets me right in the heart. As I hoped, we got to sit with Taichi this episode as he worked through his confusion and worry about Kohei. It makes sense for Kohei to back off in the wake of his ignored confession, and it also makes sense that Taichi didn't hear him (metaphorically). And even after having it repeated in a way he can't misunderstand, he still doesn't know what to do with it. He just knows he likes Kohei and wants to be around him, and he seems okay with just leaving it at that for now. I loved, too, that we got to spend time with Kohei as he's coping with his worsening condition and get to know his mother, who is a delightful person who loves Taichi just as much as her son does. I'm so glad we are getting to see this story told properly in full in such a great adaptation.
Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko
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Finally, the truth!!! Ayaka is a menace and Hiroko is fighting for her life. Like hanging out with a niece, my ass! Most of the office misinterpreting Ayaka's behavior as crushing on Yuya instead of Hiroko continues to be hilarious, as are all Hiroko's friends trying to push her to cross the line. I was sad to learn that Risa has her own unrequited love going on; I want all the girls to end this story happily! I did love their conversation about identity, and that the show gave some space for Ayaka to consider whether lesbian is the right label for her. Checking out the lesbian bar together was a great way to test things out, and I was dying at the other girls hitting on Ayaka. Can't wait to see what happens next now that Hiroko has no more denial to cling to.
Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding
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Shoutout to @isaksbestpillow for picking this show up, because it’s an instant fav! Ishida and Mitsuya are fantastic characters, and man are they GAY. This is a food drama and a story of queer men of different generations seeing something unexpected in each other and forming a surprising bond. I was pleasantly surprised by how immediately the attraction and sexual tension arrived in this story, and I want to know so much more about Mitsuya and why he seems to be holding a desperate sadness alongside all his wisdom about life. Very excited to see these two nourish each other. You can find Sirii’s subs here.
Twilight Out of Focus
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I don't watch anime (do not @ me, many have tried), but @bengiyo liked the story for this one enough that he told me I can’t skip it, so I am reading the manga along with the show. And I gotta say, I loved this first story with Mao and Hisashi (this is a multi couple series so not sure how the next one will go). Ben is on vacay so I'm tagging @twig-tea to talk about the episode that aired this week.
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quillsandblades · 6 months ago
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What could be the reasons for Hange's death?
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I’m not best at doing these analysis posts, but I’ve had this in my mind for a while now and it needs to get out.
As a sort-of writer, I know there’s always reasons to kill off a character, especially if they're well-developed and play a crucial part in the story. So what could’ve gone through Isayama’s mind when he decided to kill our precious Hange? Here’s what I think.
First of all, reading the manga I really felt like her death was forced, staged. It didn't seem right, didn't seem to fit. Now I don’t know if the rest of you felt this way but I sure did. And that's why I'm gonna talk about why I think Isayama killed her.
There are four points in this post and each explains a potential reason:
1. To make the readers cry
Many characters are killed just to give a truck load of emotional damage to the readers. And sometimes authors enjoy it — don’t get me wrong, we love the characters, it’s just what even is a good story if devastated readers aren’t sending you death threats for killing their fav fictional pookie? Such characters often possess some or all of these qualities: Lovable, witty, humorous, determined, has big goals/dreams, you get attached to them easily and if they have a love interest that you’re invested in, and they both got plans to *ahem* live peacefully once a certain war is out of the list of duties, it’s over for you (IFKK 😭).
And who do we know that holds nearly all these characteristics, and died?
Maybe Yams was in killer mood the day he wrote chapter 132. I wonder if he’s doing the evil laugh somewhere, thinking how we’re suffering every day.
2. It’s crucial to the plot
These kinds of deaths aren’t in the author’s hand, and they really hurt us sometimes. I have a few characters very close to my heart and I hope I never have to put them to death cuz I may not have the willpower to write ahead if I do. It happens when you get dead-ends (yes you can get dead-ends even in fiction as well, at least that’s what I think because the setting or world you create has to have some limits), when the rules you have set up to make that world start to cage you in. And sometimes there’s no option but to kill them. Their death is important, it’s a key point, or maybe it’s part of what their personality demands. It’s needed, and it hurts.
But coming to Hange, I can safely say that’s not the case. Her death could’ve been avoided. In the manga she barely managed to get much time. Yes the plane made it, but it’s Hange we’re talking about and she has a big brain. She could’ve made a less harmful plan to stop the Colossal titans right there, I don’t doubt her intelligence at all. Or someone could’ve helped. The part about titan shifters saving their strength was a flimsy excuse Isayama, cuz taking out a Colossal isn't such a back-breaking task for the Shifters - they’ve had worse and done better.
3. Some other character needs to take the spotlight
This happens when our character is in the way of someone else’s glory. They need to be taken off the stage so the next one comes up.
For Hange I’d say, that was Armin. I think Isayama might have wanted to give the stuttering blonde kid a glow-up, and I gotta say it worked well. I’ve seen countless posts where Armin back then and as commander is compared and people are like, ha! Y’all used to laugh at him cuz he was a timid, scared little thing but look at him now, Commander of the scouts and such.
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I’ve seen him get a lot of hate for not being strong enough, not being confident and such things. So what does Isayama do? He takes that character and upgrades him to Commander. I think he’s wanted to do this for a long time, to show just how much potential the kid has, and take it as a character development. He was chosen over Erwin and then Hange. He couldn’t be Commander after Shiganshina cuz Hange was named successor. He got his chance in ch 132 and took it. The only way to make Armin Commander was to kill Hange and so we had to part with the crazy genius we loved. (I don't hate Armin though, it's Isayama's fault not Armin's)
But here’s the thing, she could’ve still come back. Battered and bruised, and Armin would still be Commander as the title was already handed over. Then why go all the way and kill her? Here’s why.
4. External reasons
This and the 3rd point, In my opinion, are the main reasons for Hange’s death.
The external factors here include her relationship with Levi. The man has a HUGE fanbase and he’s shipped (and shippable) with so many characters it’s concerning. And the most popular ships are Ereri (this one doesn’t even make sense) and Eruri. As a character that’s so popular among fans, I don’t think Isayama wanted to confirm anything related to his love life as that would only create rifts among fans or even drop his popularity. By keeping it vague he kept the fanbase up. But what has Hange living got to do with it?
Well, we all heard her ‘Let’s live here together’ confession. It’s probably the most romantic thing anybody said to Levi canonically and no one can deny it gives hints. Then comes Levi's double meaning statement of ‘Unrequited titan love’ and I’d say that pretty much sealed the deal. ‘Devote your heart’ was the cherry on top and now if Hange returned they both would be so canon.
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But for the sake of argument, let’s say all of that meant nothing romantic. But if Hange’s still alive we all know she’d never leave Levi alone in his impaired state after the war. She’d be the one pushing his wheelchair around and since they’re already veterans and very close friends, Levi would only tolerate having her around him at all times. So if someone’s gonna say that all of those ‘confessions’ meant nothing, then these facts are proof enough that after the war Levihan had all the chance of being canon. So if Hange had lived these two would have been a sealed deal - but that isn’t possible in reality due to Levi’s popularity.
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So, Hange dies and Isayama avoids a ton of mess for himself.
All of this is entirely my take on breaking down my fav character’s death, not saying it’s 100% legit. Just a harmless analysis.
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uwukillmenowowo · 8 months ago
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Hello I have a request can you do a various Yandere MHA x Reader (like class 1a vs class 1b type of stuff) if that's comfortable with you!
WOOOOO!! I don’t mind at all :D
Haha I hope this is good- This is rlly my first time writing a Yandere Varius X Reader soooo......
HHHHHNNNNNGGGGG
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COMPETITION
(Yandere BNHA X F!Reader!)
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Notes:
Reader/ [Y/n] will be female for the sake of ✨Cliche writing~!✨
[Y/n]'s quirk allows her to manipulate water Juvia Lockser style [I chose water because it goes well with a lot of the class's quirks]
[Y/n]'s personality is the classic "Naive, innocent, strawberry milk sweetheart"
I may have left out something but I forgot what it was... :(
I hope it's still good tho :)
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Lately all your friends have been acting weird. They want to do stuff like hanging out with you more, have a spar, have a snack, study, stuff like that. At first you found it cute and spent time with whoever asked first... but now... things have become... rough.
{Your POV}
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"[Y/n]-Chaann~!" I yelped as I suddenly got hugged from behind. "Mina..?" I questioned. I heard her laugh and when I turned around, I saw the whole Bakusquad there. "What's up guys?" I asked as I tilted my head.
"Oh! We were planning to hit up the arcade. You wanna join?" Kriishima asked as he slung his arm around Kaminari. I groaned and rubbed my arm. "Sorry guys, I have something going on." They looked dissappointed but Bakugo just seemed pissed. More so than usual. "AH?! What could be more important? You're already hella smart and your quirk is kick ass!" I chuckled and blushed at the praise. "Yeah... True... It is only grocery shopping...but-"
"Then we can go to the arcade and then we can walk with you to the store."Kaminari suggested. "O-Oh! You don't have to! I mean- I still have-" Before I was able to finish my sentence, the door to the class opened and I saw Tetsutetsu, Kuroiro, Shiozaki, and Kendo. "Good afternoon. Is [Y/n]-San here?" I smiled and told the people in front of me goodbye before I jogged to the door. "Sorry! Just saying my goodbyes. We can go now." I told Kendo.
She smiled at me and in return, Tetsutetsu linked our arms and dragged me and the 1-B students away.
{Third POV}
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It was silence for a while as class 1-A stared at the door that was left open. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS SHE HANGING OUT WITH THOSE CLASS B NOBODIES?!?" Screamed the blonde haired boy as he activated his quirk. "*hmph* Bakugo, calm down, we all agreed that we wouldn't act against each other until [Y/n] gave an answer." A black haired male ran into front of Bakugo to stop his quirk. "*Tch*... Dammit four eyes-" Bakugo glared at the class president before groaning and exited the class.
"Bakugo? Where are you going?!" Yaoyorozu asked, worried that [Y/n] might see all their true colours. "MAKING SURE THOSE EXTRAS DON'T DO STUPID SHIT!"
Everyone else in the class sighed. They also wanted to do the same but they know it will be suspicious.
{Your POV}
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I thanked Shiozaki as she bought us all ice cream. "You really didn't have to buy these..." I smiled and licked my [Fav. Flavor] ice cream. "And Tetsutetsu, you don't have to hold my grocery bags." But Tetsutetsu and Shiozaki just looked more proud and happy with themselves. "We can walk you home too is you want?" Kendo asked as she stood behind me.
I sweatdropped. "Oh! That's too much! It's getting dark so I can't! You guys need to get home too so-" "I'm sure it'll be fine. We live in the same area anyways." Kuroiro said, looking at the others. "Are you sre? If it gets too late than you guys can stay over for the night..." That made the four of them smile. "Oh we won't take long, I'm sure" I smiled back and sighed. "Okay, fine. Let's go."
{Third POV}
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"SHE'S GONNA- *MMPHHH*" Bakugo flailed around as the other grabbed him, covering his mouth and pulled him back into their hiding space. "Shhhhuuu! Bakubro she's gonna hear you!" Kirishima whispered and he used his quirk and hugged Bakugo to trap him. "Ahh! What should we do?!" Ashido asked as she gripped her hair.
"Don't worry. I texted the chat." "YOU DID WHAT?!?" The Bakusquad all glared at Kaminari. "Huh? What was that?" The Bakusquad all ducked into the alleyway, tightly holding onto the explosive Pomeranian. "[Y/n]... We should go. They could be a thief, or a villain." They heard a member of Class B suggest. "Hmm... Okay. Let's hurry."
They heard the group that they were tailing start to jog and they all shared their annoyance. "*Tch* It's no use. They're all at [Y/n]'s home so there's no point in tailing them anymore." Sero groaned and facepalmed. "That sucks. 'Cause Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida are already on their way. So are Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Jiro." The Bakusquad grit their teeth while Bakugo activated his quirk, letting out muffled yells. "This stupid idiot-" Sero sighed and smacked the back of Kaminari's head. "Hey!"
But before Kaminari could respond, the three boys he mentioned earlier just arrived, along with Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Jiro arrived. "Where are they?!" Midoriya asked as he kept a straight face.
"Simple~ Anywhere where no class 1-A morons are!" Out came a voice that 1-A was all too familiar with. "OF COURSE IT'S YOU, COPYCAT!" Bakugo yelled, getting out of Kirishima's grip. The "Copycat" just laughed and from both side of the ally, came more students from class 1-B. "An ambush?! So you knew?" Yaoyorozu stated firmly, reaching for her stomach and pulled out a spear while the other class 1-A activated their quirks.
"Whoa... Whoa... Settle down! You wouldn't want dearest to find out about this little thing do you~?" Kaibara chuckled as he pulled out his phone with a video that the 1-A students knew all too much about. A video of... a certain person who... let's just say tried to do bad stuff to our dear reader. "How?" Iida demanded, getting into a fighting position.
Monoma stepped forwards. "Relax~ We won't actually do anything yet." He laughed as he clapped twice. At the signal, Class 1-B all charged at 1-A. Because of the small allyway they were in, class 1-A had trouble controlling their quirks. I mean, sure they have control but their anger of being blackmailed messed with them.
"You tell her and I swear on All Might's name I will completely mmmmmmhh- frick you up." Uraraka exclaimed, pouting. "Ohhhh no~ We're so scared" Kodai responded with sarcasm. After a great stare off, they all launched their attacks both sides determined to beat the other to prove the strength of their love.
[Request for Pt.2]
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AAAHHHHH!!! THIS WAS BAD IT HAD MORE RIVALRY THAN... STUFF
THIS WAS HONESTLY MY FIRST TIME WRITING A YANDERE x READER- SOOOOOO I HAD NO CLUE WHAT TO DO WITH THE PLOT MY MIND JUST WENT. "Okay, fight, love, hate, fight, kill, blood, love, jelly jelly, tsun tsun, fight, jelly, hate, love, blood, tsun tsun, blood, fight, kill, jelly jelly."
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bloodyymaryyy · 5 months ago
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Taking care of Kai
Kai cenat x reader
Side note : it's probably gonna be messy and short but I want to write it because I just got a new phone and yeah .
I will be starting fanfics again and for YouTubers too not only f1 because there is next to nothing about amp especially
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You visited kai's home and was hanging out with him a few hours before he streams .
You noticed that his fridge had nothing , same with his pantry, you thought he would be going shopping but he in fact did not so when he was complaining that he had nothing but a expired cookie and thought of what duke would do and thoughted it out and was imitating duke about shit like wanting to be taken care of and "that nature " as he put it you decided to take matter into your own hands .
Dressing up and fixing up your make up , you headed to the store .
After buying extra shit for you and snacks for the guys you went to the amp house , most of them were streaming which wasn't a surprise, Chris and Davis was sitting in the living room watching TV or their phone on occasion you went up to them first , hanging them their drinks and snacks that you got them and chatted for a bit you went into dukes room first as it was the first door you saw , also handing him his drink and snack while he was thanking you , you said hello to chat and left to go to fanum's room next . Knocking on his room door too you went in after getting confirmation to enter you got him a bit of extra so he won't fanum tax Kai or anyone,you both exchanged pleasantlies (?) you left to to agent's room next, knocking once again because he wasn't streaming so you knew to knock a few times after traumatic experience from a few of the guys and you just threw his shit in his bed and left after he wasn't awake and finally you got yo kai's room where you was carrying a big bag of chips , chocolates , candy and a few others .
" oh shit! What are you doing here !? "
" I bought you snacks !" You said smiling and hugged him as he was still sitting down shocked .
" why didn't you text me I could have sent you over money !"
"nah it's okay I was watching the stream and I knew you didn't have shit so I thought I could get you some for the stream ! Also I bought something for the guys so you don't have to give me money !"
As was talking to him I handed him the bag so he could decide what he wanted and for me to get them into the pantry and fridge.
" nah I will Venmo you money after bruh! Thank you I was starving!"
Y/n is like a mother, taking care of her kids 🥹😭
I love their friendship!
I want what they have !!!!
Hello y/n
My fav girl is hereeee
Hey y/n
Why do I ship them ?
Her is your girl that takes care of you Kai
You look like her kid but in black 😂
" You are my friend you don't have to give me money I have a job ! I like taking care of you guys! Ok so I have to go to cook you guys something so you dont get fast food for the 5th time this week "
I again hugged Kai and left down to the kitchen to make us something, after what felt like forever I did some potatoes fried with a four different types of cheeses and throwed it in the oven with thick milk ( I don't know how it say it otherwise) and a few steaks and mushrooms and plate them up .
After taking two plates at the time to the guys for what felt like the hundred time today and many compliments and praise for feeding them you took the last two plates and headed again into kai's room , handing him a plate and setting yours in the table ,you retrieved a chair and sat down with Kai , chatting on stream , reading the chat and receiving many compliments it was time you go and sleep . Having a norlan 9-5 job in the morning.
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Okay that's it I don't know if it's good I just pulled it out of my ass so yeah . Have a good night babies I love you and I am sorry I was absent for so many weeks ❤️ love you all
Oh btw here is the "inspo"
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queensunshinee · 6 months ago
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a cool idea for a blurb would be to see the two of them dealing with the lack of attention/jealousy they had towards Liana when she was dating that guy Jake
ps: the best of all is that probably at that time they still didn't really know how they felt about her, so even they didn't understand why they were so bothered by the fact that she had a boyfriend 🤭
I love it sooo much they are soo petty and mean it's WILD
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"Have you spoken with Sarah recently? Liana hasn't come at all since Patrick and I arrived," Art asked his mother casually. Both woke up before everyone else and decided to have coffee together. He tried to make it sound as if it didn't really interest him. As if it wasn't strange that Liana hadn't contacted him for four days, even though they were only two blocks apart.
"Oh yes, I asked her why Liana isn't here at all because she hardly came to visit before, and we usually meet a bit, but she's busy with her new boyfriend," Christine replied, not taking her eyes off her son. Art swallowed and his eyes widened, unable to hide his surprise.
"What boyfriend?" He almost chuckled at the idea. "Someone she studies with at school, but don't worry, I'm sure she'll come on Saturday for your birthday. It's a tradition," she smiled at him, noticing the small crease between his brows and wondering if he even understood why this news bothered him. "I'm not worried. Just surprised," he tried to dismiss it.
When he returned to the room, he woke up Patrick. He shook him so hard that Patrick nearly fell out of bed in response. "What's wrong with you?" he muttered, trying to open his eyes calmly. "Liana has a boyfriend!" Art said dramatically, seeing Patrick wake up in an instant, almost jumping out of bed himself.
"No way." Patrick felt his heart pounding. She would have told him. She would have told him if she had a boyfriend. "My mom just told me. That's why she hasn't come to visit yet," Art's jaw moved slightly uncontrollably as he paced the room, unable to calm down. Patrick rolled his eyes because Art's reaction was ridiculous. "There's no way she has a boyfriend. You know Liana. She's too quiet for a boyfriend. She's too good of a girl," Patrick said, not knowing who he was trying to convince, Art or himself. He couldn't believe this was happening to him; he comes once a year, and Liana doesn't care because of some random guy?
"What's his name?" Patrick asked. "I don't know, why?" Art returned, rolling his eyes. "To look him up on Facebook, duh," Patrick smacked his forehead as if he was an idiot. He didn't have time to explain everything to him. They needed to figure out who Liana was hanging out with instead of hanging out with them. Instead of eating ice cream with them. Instead of lying on an inflatable mattress in Art's pool. "She'll come on Saturday, ask her then." Art rolled his eyes again. He lay down on the bed and bounced a tennis ball, trying to organize his thoughts. It didn't bother him at all. She can do whatever she wants. She wants to play family with some loser from her school? That's her right. She wants not to see them all summer for that? She can do whatever she wants. It didn't bother him. At all.
Turns out it did bother him. Because they came together on Saturday. And if you ask Art, he would say it's rude. Because it's his birthday, and he didn't invite her ugly boyfriend. He doesn't know her boyfriend, who made no effort to introduce himself. He also knows that Patrick thinks the same thing. Art also realized that Patrick and Liana talk on the phone and overall, his birthday was completely ruined. He doesn't understand why it bothers him so much. It shouldn't bother him. He comforts himself with the fact that it definitely bothers Patrick. That he's not crazy. That it's reasonable he doesn't like Liana's boyfriend because, well... Liana should have a nicer boyfriend. One who appreciates who has been her best friend all her life (so he decided. Liana would probably say otherwise).
Patrick considered murdering Jake. Assassinating him. He thought about drowning him in the pool. He tried to find flaws in him all evening and couldn't. The main flaw was that he clung to Liana's hand like a leech. Not letting her move away from him. Possessive bastard. Why does she need such obsessive behavior around her?
As usual, Liana and her parents stayed after everyone left, causing Liana to go to the guest house, where Patrick and Art usually hung out when Patrick arrived, and they wanted to smoke. "What's up?" she asked with a wide smile, happy to have a moment to say hello to Patrick properly. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she could even tolerate Art's presence now. She missed him a bit too. "Whoa, it's not a bird, it's not a plane, it's Liana Levy," Patrick tried to be amused, but he was angry at her. "In the flesh," she sat down, unaware that neither of them was in their usual mood. "Your boyfriend seems charming..." Patrick said, trying to keep it light. "Why are you lying to her?" Art said sharply, looking at her with a piercing gaze.
"Excuse me?" she replied, raising an eyebrow. "He kissed you in front of your dad, and I heard what your dad thought about it," Art lied. It was a white lie in his eyes because he knew what her dad thought about it. Unlike the little shit she was dating, he really knew her dad.
"What is your problem?" she asked. "There's no problem, Liana, you found new friends, so why are you here?" Art stood up. "You coming?" he asked Patrick, who was in shock. Liana was also in shock. Art had never talked to her like this. Even when they were little kids and fought, it was always with a tone of amusement and words they could easily take back.
Art was trying to hurt her. Art was trying to make her feel what she made him feel that evening when he found out she was talking to Patrick on the phone occasionally, that she had a boyfriend, that she preferred to be in touch with everyone but, well...him. "In a bit..." Patrick replied, swallowing.
While Art didn't understand why he was reacting the way he was, Patrick understood perfectly. They both felt in jail right now. They both felt like Liana cut them off from receiving attention for a complete stranger who allowed himself to kiss her in front of her dad. Who behaves like that?! for God's sake. "What's his deal? Why is he more of an idiot than usual?" she asked, furrowing her brows as Art walked away from them. "His birthday didn't go as planned..." Patrick replied, trying to maintain his usual composure. Indifference with a touch of humor. That's what Liana liked about him; he was easygoing and nice. He wouldn't lose that over her without a visible reason. "He should take the stick out of his ass, and maybe it would go as planned," she said louder, hoping Art would hear.
"How are you, Li? I haven’t seen you at all since I got here," Patrick tried to change the subject, giving her a light smack on the shoulder, trying to make her feel a bit guilty. "I'm sorry. With all the arrangements for Stanford and Jake, I just haven't found time to say hi," she smiled, a genuine smile. "Hi," he said, keeping a sincere smile. Truly happy to see her. Really wanting her to stay a bit longer. "Hi, how’s your summer?" she replied. "Not as good as yours, that's for sure," he said with a smirk on his face. "Oh, fuck off," she rolled her eyes.
"No, seriously. You have a boyfriend now. You’re all serious and mature," Patrick continued. "What's his name?" he asked as if he didn't know. "Jake. His name is Jake. Can you leave him alone?" she started to lose patience with the two boys she was used to spending every summer with, but this time they were acting terribly. "He has a very impressive smile, I see what you find in him," he said. Patrick hated his smile. He smiled too much and it looked insincere. "Thanks, I'll make sure he adds a line about his smile to his resume," she rolled her eyes and stood up, officially done with this conversation. "Also tell him that the polite thing to do is to say hello to the birthday boy," Patrick said, knowing he sounded petty. "I didn't know you had a birthday, Pat. I'll remember for next year." She started to walk away from him, and he didn't try to stop her. Feeling his summer slipping away and ruined even before her and Art's move to Stanford.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" she asked Art, who just sat cross-legged by the pool. "For what?" he asked, slowly shifting his gaze to her. "For being a jerk, for instance?" she replied. Not knowing why it bothered her so much and why she was reacting like this to these stupid boys. "Liana, you brought a complete stranger to my birthday and ignored me all evening. Now you care about how I behave? By the way, stop calling my best friend for no reason, it's pathetic," he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, not looking away for a moment. Shooting words without thinking. "I didn't ignore you all even-" she started, seeing his gaze darken. "You know what? Go to hell, Art. Really." She rolled her eyes. "Great, at least there I won't see your face." he retorted, not looking away. "Wow, Art. Happy birthday. You’re an asshole, and I hope that for your birthday, you choke on cake to death, and I’ll have the chance to write that on your grave." She walked away from him too, just wanting to get home.
A week later, she broke up with Jake. She didn’t talk to Patrick and Art until the end of the summer, no matter how much they tried to get in touch. She decided to forgive them only two weeks into the school year at Stanford when she had no choice and felt lonely.
Rebecca once told her that boys will be boys, Right?
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tickle-bugs · 2 years ago
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I just wanted to say regardless of whether you've seen the show that you're my favorite ST writer. I dont know how you capture the characters so well while further developing them perfectly but it's genuinely incredible. I must've read your steddie fics like 97 times just because I adore them <3 If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to maybe see Steve and Eddie! Maybe with "Oh this is too good to pass up" as the dialogue? Either way, you're incredible and I can't wait to read all your other work <3
Okay, wow this is VERY sweet ;w; You are so so kind anon. I think I'm getting better at writing them now after having practiced. Those first fics have a fond place in my heart for being the first ones, but every day I am tempted to rewrite them LMAO
anyways, I'm certainly far from perfect but I'm grateful that you enjoy them!! This warms my heart so much. I really do love writing them and the positive response to those fics made me wanna keep going and improve. Still haven't seen the show yet but honestly I'm chilling in this little niche I've carved for them.
Hopefully this fic makes you happy and pushes me a lil closer to being worthy of the honor of being your fav. Really hope you enjoy--I fuckin love these boys <3
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Ahoy, Sailor
You can read this as a season three au or as season four. Either way, Steve and Eddie have a bitchy will they/won’t they rivalry situation going on. Eddie REALLY likes pushing Steve’s buttons. 
It’s not unusual for Eddie to find his way to the Harrington house for some excuse or another, but he’ll admit it’s unusual to be invited. He tends to just appear and haunt Steve unasked. It’s more fun that way. 
Steve had called him, muttering something about how Eddie needed to come pick up his vest because it ‘smelled like a depressed hippie’. Eddie had fired back that Steve’s room couldn’t possibly smell any better without it, and their usual bickering had Eddie leaving fifteen minutes later with a grin on his face.
He loves Steve. Messing with him, that is. So, naturally, when Eddie ascends the stairs and sees Steve dressed like a little schoolboy, he takes a minute to compose his best jokes.
“Ahoy, sailor.” Eddie whistles, leaning in the doorway to Steve’s room. He drinks in the Scoops Ahoy uniform and all it blessedly has to offer. 
“Wh—oh, fuck off. It’s laundry day.” Steve rolls his eyes.
“Aye aye, cap’n.” Eddie salutes. Steve flips him off.
“Cool the attitude, sassy lost child.” Eddie snorts. There’s piles of clothes on every surface in the room, arranged in a way that suggests intention but would baffle even the most equipped psychologist. Eddie wants to ask about the system here, but he knows he’s no better, so he just watches Steve flit around with a little pout on his face. 
“You look like Donald Duck’s worst cousin.” Eddie snickers into his fist.
“You done?” Steve puts his hands on his hips.
“For now.” Eddie shrugs. Steve huffs.
Steve keeps rooting through the piles on the floor--slow enough to be mesmerizing, but fast enough where he’s clearly looking for something specific. Oh, his vest. Laundry. Eddie scans the room until, aha--he spots it hanging over the back of Steve’s desk chair, smooth and loved. Striking, compared to the state of everything else. Eddie smiles before he can catch himself. 
“My vest is over there.” Eddie jerks a thumb towards Steve’s desk. 
“Yeah, I see that.” Steve gives him a perplexed look. He shakes his head and keeps drifting through the clothes. 
“Then what are you looking for?” Eddie ventures, stepping into the room properly. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t shrug his vest on. It feels like a conclusion of business, a visual excuse for Steve to kick him out despite the olive branch he’s inexplicably extended. 
“A shirt. Robin’s got a date to impress.” Steve sorts through a pile. He looks between a yellow sweater and a green one, sighs, and tosses them both aside. 
“By wearing…your clothes?”
“Yes, Munson, keep up.” Steve puts a hand on his hip. “She’s gonna be here eventually, probably freaking out, and I wanna give her two options. Just two. She’s gotta look good, but she’s gotta be comfortable.”
“Right.” Eddie nods slowly, as if this makes sense. 
“Hey, make yourself useful. I’ve got this shirt, uhm, dark blue? With a little stripe? If you find it, let me know.” Steve flaps a hand at him. Eddie knows precisely the shirt--it fits Steve distractingly well. 
“I’ll get right on that, sweetheart.” Eddie flops backwards on the bed. Steve shoots him a withering look. Eddie gives his most charming smile and folds his arms behind his head. 
God, he loves this part of their little dance. The way Steve looks at him, the undeniable fondness buried beneath the exasperation—it’s a thrill. 
Steve tugs at a shirt underneath Eddie’s body, but he can’t get it free. He heaves a belabored sigh. 
“Do you mind?” Steve’s eyebrow twitches. 
“Not at all. I’m enjoying myself immensely.” Eddie smirks. 
“If you stretch out my shirt, I’m gonna push you in the goddamn pool. Get up!” Steve jabs Eddie in the side. Eddie giggles and flinches violently.
Steve Harrington is looking at him as if he’s the best present he’s ever received, and while some deep and unacknowledged part of Eddie does flips at the sight, it’s terrifying. 
“Oh, this is too good to pass up.” Steve crawls onto the bed after him, his devilish grin curling wider by the second. Eddie’s face burns and he scrambles to flee, but Steve’s already on top of him. 
“Don’t you dare, Harring—aaah!”  Eddie’s soul and dignity flee him in a high-pitched shriek. 
“Holy shit. I’m barely touching you.” Steve staccato pokes him everywhere he can reach, quick and light, and Eddie can’t stop the giggles bursting from him in waves. He wants to think of something witty to say, but it tickles, and Steve’s smirking—it’s a lot to ask of man under these conditions.
Steve starts tickling him in earnest, his fingers skittering wherever they can reach. When Steve trips up his ribs, Eddie arches like he’s being hit with a defibrillator. He smushes his face into his hands, hoping maybe he’ll smother himself and they can call this a day, but Steve tuts at him and pulls his hands away from his face. 
“No way you’re this ticklish,” Steve says again—does he really need to rub it in—and gives Eddie’s sides a curious squeeze. Eddie shrieks and flips himself over, attempting to crawl towards freedom. 
“Where’re you going?” Steve drags Eddie back into place by his waist. He makes an incoherent whining noise that breaks off into laughter and goes limp on the bed. He tries to roll back over but Steve is solid on top of him. Being face-down gives him the small mercy of being able to hide his face while he cackles.
God, he didn’t even know that the back of someone’s ribs could be ticklish. Holy hell. 
Eddie grabs at Steve’s knee and releases a desperate jumble of syllables. Steve yelps and falls backwards off the bed.
Eddie peeks at him over the edge of the bed, laughter petering off into gentle embers. Steve stares up at him, wide-eyed. Eddie backtracks, trying to figure out why a simple touch would’ve elicited such a big reac—oh. Oh. 
Steve’s halfway down the stairs before Eddie even realizes he’s gone. 
“Hey! Get back here!” Eddie skids after him two stairs at a time, swiping at the back of Steve’s shirt. 
Eddie tackles Steve over the back of the couch, both of them a tangle of screeching, flailing limbs. Steve’s stronger but Eddie is scrappy, having long since abandoned his self-preservation instincts. Steve tries to roll them over and Eddie goes limp. Steve grunts under the deadweight, and it gives Eddie the two seconds he needs to clamber on top of him properly. 
“Now—“ Eddie finally wrestles Steve down, huffing a lock of hair out of his eyes— “What the everloving fuck was that?”
“Nothing.” Steve’s poker face is good, but Eddie can see right through that easy smile. He walks his fingers across Steve’s stomach. Steve inhales sharply. 
“Didn’t sound like nothing.” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently. Steve narrows his eyes at him, but his fake smile is very slowly twitching into a real one. 
Spurred on, Eddie kneads into Steve’s stomach, gentle and a little clumsy. Steve trembles under him, wrenching a hand free just to cover his face. Little huffs and snickers wobble out of him. 
“Dishing out what you can’t take? Oh, this is precious.” Eddie snickers. Steve shoves his hand into the side of his face to push him away. Eddie licks it.
Steve screeches, but that breaks the dam. The first beautiful sound from him is a snort. Eddie gasps happily, then laughs right along with Steve. 
It’s not that Steve doesn’t laugh, he does, but it’s often the restrained chuckle that Eddie loves to give every royal NPC in his campaign. Eddie’s never heard anything like this, this bubbly rush littered with voice-cracks and little bouts of nose-scrunched hiccups. He didn’t know Steve was even capable of these kinds of noises.
The stupid little Scoops shirt rides up and Eddie takes advantage of bare skin. Steve squeals and goes boneless on the couch. He hits Eddie with the full brunt of his smile, unfiltered and radiant, and something in Eddie’s chest flutters. 
“EddieEddieEddie--” Steve snorts again, and the speed at which his face turns scarlet suggests embarrassment. Eddie can’t imagine why. 
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Eddie reaches behind him and finds Steve’s knee, tickling just where the goofy shorts stop, and Steve wails. He curls his head into Eddie’s chest and seems to resign himself to die there. Eddie has absolutely no feelings about how warm Steve feels or the desperate little leg kick he does. 
Steve grabs Eddie’s wrists and he relents, figuring the promise of future mischief is a sufficient tradeoff for a truce. Steve collapses back into the couch cushions with a delirious little giggle, rubbing his hands over his beaming face. Steve peeks at him overtop his hands, then snickers again. 
The longer they sit here, both breathing a little hard, the longer Eddie has to notice the gentle warmth and curve of Steve’s eyes. A hysterical man would call them doe-like. Eddie accepts this new state of being and leans a little closer. His guitar pick necklace dangles over Steve’s chest. Steve’s jaw falls slack, eyes flitting to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s hair falls in a frizzy curtain around them both. 
Eddie doesn’t see Robin so much as he hears her—the screech of disgust bounces off every wall. He pops his head up and they make direct, unfortunate eye contact. She shoots him an all-knowing look with her beady, accusatory little eyes and he gives her his most threatening zip it gesture. 
Steve decides that that’s the moment to counterattack, sending a cackling Eddie toppling off the cushions and onto the floor. Steve slides down after him, ducking under a flailing arm and scribbling his fingers wherever he can reach. Eddie curls up like a pillbug. He can hear Robin saying something but it's unintelligible over the sound of his own laughter.
“I know, right?” Steve grins back at her, then looks back to Eddie. Softly. 
Steve has the audacity to wink at him. Eddie files that little moment away for Tonight Eddie to scream into a pillow about, and instead focuses on launching a counter-counterattack that’ll save his life. 
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deleahtarte · 9 months ago
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BRO IM IN LOVE WITH UR KEVIN x BUTTERS FIC, CAN YOU PLS PLS PLS PLS SHARE SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT THE PAIRING WITH USSS PLSSSsS???? ex: how did they started hanging out more? how did they reliaze they where in love with each other? who propossed? how? whats their fav activity to do together? etc. IM DYING TO KNOWWW
OH MY GOD THANK YOU!! It’s always such a delight every time I see another kindred spirit that enjoys Kevin/Butters, wow 😭😭
I have a draft of the prequel of The Boy Who Drank From The Sun and Moon, which answered most of these questions so forgive me when I say this, but you’ll have to read it to find out!! But I’m going to do my best to answer what I can loosely without giving too much away, so here I go!!
1. They started hanging out more because after Kenny’s death, Butters was extremely sad. The main four checked in on him whenever they could but Butters let Kevin in more than anyone else cause he reminded Butters of Kenny. So truthfully, sadly, at first—Butters didn’t really see Kevin for Kevin, he just wanted Kenny and Kevin was the closest thing to it. That’s why he slept with Kevin in the fic, it led back to Kenny, for him.
2. Kevin. It was Kevin. Kevin proposed. They’re not married in the fic I wrote about them but in the future, I can easily imagine Kevin doing it outdoors, alone, and they are surrounded by a bunch of flowers and it’s all very romantic because like that man is a romantic deep down
3. Their favorite activity to do together would be playing board games. It’s random, but they both love it because every time Butters played when he was a child he got excluded and no one took him seriously. Kevin has played them all his life with his siblings (I mean what else can they play) so he’s extremely good. They have a night dedicated (a date night really) where they just bust out a random board game and go to town. They love it. When they grow old together, they’re playing board games.
Random things I think of;
A. Kevin grows facial hair very quick so Butters helps him shave it off all the time. He’s a pro now
B. Kevin has awful vision but he refuses to wear glasses (he’ll wear them around the house…sometimes.) so Butters usually has to read something out loud to him when it’s distant. Ex. A menu hung on the wall. A speed sign
C. Everything Kevin cooks somehow ends up oddly…spicy. It could be a dessert, and it will still have a tang of something spicy in it. Butters does not understand how this could be and once launches a full blown investigation to figure it out and still hasn’t come out with an answer. He thinks it’s sorcery and one of the many wonders of the world; Kevin doesn’t even notice it.
D. Kevin is insecure about their age gap, three years, Butters does not really give a darn. He didn’t use to before he liked Butters, but after, he became vastly insecure about it. He keeps wondering if Butters will leave him for a younger guy (it’s only three years bud 😭😭) so he tries when it comes to appearance. (If there is something all the McCormicks have in common, it’s that their insecure, despite pretending otherwise)
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writing-bakugo · 2 years ago
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Attack on Titan Guys and Their Lovers
I've been working on some AOT fics and decided I'd post my ideas for their ideal lover to keep me motivated to work on their fics....
warnings: fluff, angst, language
contains: Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Levi
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Eren
Mikasa. Sorry, don't make the rules...but...It would be a soldier like Christa (before she was Historia). They met as cadets and Eren admired her selflessness. It pisssed him off that someone so kind and gentle determined that to help as many people as possible, she should join the Scouts. She truly believed her death would aid in humanities battle.
It shocked Eren at how quickly she jumped in the face of a titan to save another soldier. And, when Eren turned out to be a titan shifter, she didn't treat him any differently.
"Eren, I don't care about killing anyone. I just want to see the sunrise every morning beyond the island."
"Then I'll make sure you can."
Armin
Ya'll be sleeping on this man's potential partner. This is one of my favs...
Commander Erwin had a daughter in her last year of training in the Cadet Corp when her father died. She learned that Armin was saved over Erwin, and decided, "yo, I should know the man that was worth more than my dad because that's wack."
She's very brutish with her words like Erwin, but it's what Armin needs to hear. Whenever he freaks out about not being the right choice and is insecure because he doesn't know what to do, she's right there to reassure him that even she would've chosen him over her father.
"I don't know what to do! I just...It should be Erwin standing here."
"Don't waste my dad's breath. Stand up and think, Armin."
Jean
I once hated this man and now I'm his hype woman so...here goes
Jean needs someone not tainted by war. Sure, he probably saved them when they were being chased by titans. He was their hero. But he saw that fear and that determination in their eyes and he didn't know what possessed him when he made them promise to never join the military.
Sasha and Connie walk up on him one day while he's sketching and they ask who he's drawing. He just grumbles that it's his imagination and slams the notebook closed. That's when he realized he had a little crush. That's also when he decides to hunt them down and he stumbled upon them working as a medic in a makeshift hospital.
"I got a serious injury."
"Huh? Where?"
"My heart."
Connie
I will forever and always die on the Connie deserves all the love in the world because have you seen him? Heard him? This is another fav idea:
Connie. Scrawny cadet Connie met her the first day of training. She was strong and sly and always winked at him and when anyone mentioned it, he'd brush it off. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why she, smart and witty, would be attracted to him, Class A Idiot. It annoyed him how much time she spent with Reiner and Bertolt, but at the end of the day, she'd always hang out with him.
When Reiner and Bertolt revealed themselves atop the wall and asked Eren to join them, she stood motionless. Pale face. Clenched fists. And when Reiner and Bertolt revealed themselves, they revealed her too. She escaped with them.
During the attack of Liberio four years later, she was in such a bad mental state that Marley officials had already decided a date for her titan to move to another warrior. They had to wait till the Festival was over, but all the plans were upturned when she was taken along with Eren and Zeke in the airship when Sasha died.
"Oh yeah, the idiot will fall in love with anyone?! I'm not that much of an idiot!"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry? Sasha and my family are dead and my mom's a titan and you're sorry? I can't fucking wait till we're back and someone eats you."
Levi
This is above and by far my fav... enjoy
There wasn't a soldier alive faster than her. Fitting, since she was on Erwin's squad, with Miche, the strongest soldier. Their mission to take in the rats from the Underground was successful, and she was ordered to teach Levi, Isabel, and Farlan the ropes of ODM gear. Which proved useless because they were too prideful for their own good and the first scouting mission came too soon. When he crossed the gate to the walls, she smiled back at him and he saw the birds and grass and sun reflect off her eyes before he looked down at the vast land for himself.
When they both died, Levi was lost. She was the only one who showed an inch of kindness when she hugged him then and there on the battlefield (of course Miche stopped Levi from attacking everyone first). She told him to hold onto his memories and that's when Erwin stepped in.
When Erwin was promoted to Commander, he promoted Levi to squad leader and she was on Levi's team. He confessed to her, and her alone, that he could not read. After a little laughing, she taught him how and stayed by his side in all meetings and wrote his reports until he had a hang of it.
By the time the titan shifter had joined the Scouts, she was a squad leader in her own right. After Petra and his squad died, he found comfort in her again. Fast forward to the day Erwin died. How else could Erwin convince an entire army to ride to their deaths if not sacrificing himself and another strong pawn? It was between her or Levi, since Hange was focusing on the fight inside. They all knew who needed to live.
She was found hours later aa a pile of broken and ripped bones gasping through a dry mouth. He stared at her face. She wheezed and coughed and her wide eyes wouldn't stop moving back and forth. The golden sun blared into them and Levi collapsed on the ground. He'd failed her on two accounts:
he didn't get the fucking beast titan and he wasted the titan serum on Arlert.
"Is that you, Levi?"
"Yes."
"I can't see a thing."
"She's suffering," Hange said with tears dripping down their face, "if we even attempt moving her..."
"Leave. Everyone. Get out of here."
"I wish...I wish I could see the sunset. It's about that time, right?"
"The first time I saw open sky was in your eyes."
"Did we win?"
Levi punched the ground. He punched it again and again until his hand bled. She coughed. It sounded like a screeching eagle: full of misplaced air and urgency.
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xtrablak674 · 1 month ago
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My First Painted Portrait
The original photo is from September of two-thousand and four, it was a self portrait I had named "Reflections". It was taken on my Olympus digital camera X-250. I can't recall if I exhibited the image or not, it may have been one of the selects in my first exhibition at Zion Gallery, I would have to dig through my records to confirm that. But it was one of my favs in its simplicity.
I am guessing Mr. Walker agreed because when his wife wanted to purchase one of my pieces he decided to do a painting in exchange, which would be the first piece I would ever have painted of me. I even recall the piece she wanted it was my second showing of WORK this text based piece face-mounted on a piece of plexiglas. I recall seeing her be out and about with the piece just in a bag, I cringed a little because it wouldn't probably stay in great condition like that, but clearly she was enjoying the work.
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Mr. Walker named it "The Iconoclast" clearly borrowing from the tagline I had given myself, I want to say it was completed in two-thousand nineteen, but since its hanging on the wall and the back is covered up I can't confirm that, but I think that is the correct date. Mr. Walker would go on to paint me again, in that instance I actually sat for him, well the modern painters equivalent of sitting, he did a photoshoot.
The Iconoclast has consistently hung on my walls since I got it framed the same year of its birth. I change out a lot of the work on my walls but this one always remains through whatever iteration I am going through.
This isn't the first time I have been the subject of artist friends, usually they would take my own work and create their own. I need to do a separate post about folks who have photographed me. Here are some links to other pieces of that nature:
Sketch by Jeffrey Casto
Colored sketch by Jennifer Birkenhead [Say Hello to My Little Friends]
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2nd Painting by Ajamu Walker, Trevor 2021
Charcoal sketch by Jeff Casto
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Sketch by Jennifer Birkenhead
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Pencil sketch by Jeffrey Casto
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[Photos by Brown Estate]
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oh-snapperss · 1 year ago
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i was tempted to post the whole fic here but here's a section from your work, "ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece":
""I have twenty-two minutes left," Skizz says, as if he were merely telling Etho what time of day it was, or that the chickens were all loose in the base again, or even that Impulse had fallen asleep on the stairs again, and don't wake him up! "And this is my final order."
Skizz fixes Etho with a look, right in the eye, one that Etho knows he'll never escape. The ticking still doesn't stop. "My time will not go to anybody else. TIES gets to final three."
Etho's grip around the axe tightens, but– he turns to face Tango and Impulse. “Tango, you don't– you don't want it?” Please take it. Please. But Tango is shaking his head, resolute. "You need it most, dude."
Skizz turns, and kneels, his face turned to the ground in acceptance. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
The axe swings upward, poised in the air above Skizz's neck, and the night falls silent, the air static with energy Etho can't quite place.
(There are Eyes w̸̜̼͗͝͝a̴̦͓̻̋̂t̷̤̰̞́͠c̵̠̯̩͌h̷̫̰̏i̸̱̙̻̊̋͑ň̷̙̠g̵̫̱̊.)
For a moment, the axe hangs there, held up by invisible strands that Etho swears are pulling the axe away from Skizz's neck, tightening by the moment as if to stop him from doing the very thing he knows he'll do at any moment. The axe drops towards Skizz's neck, falters, and pulls back up again before Etho can force his body to go through with it. He grits his teeth, forces his eyes to stay open–to aim. Readjusting his grip, Etho takes one deep breath. Then two. He's wasting his time and he's not even sure why. It's not like he's never killed before, or even used an axe to do it.
“Etho....?”
He doesn't even know who said it.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
(Somewhere in another game, Tango tells Bdubs: He's a survivor, man, that's what he does.)
Etho swings.
Just as the axe connects with Skizz's neck, thunder cracks overhead, so loud the crack shatters through his bones and shakes the platform. The lightning hits Skizz in the same second, blinding white and in arcs of electricity that dance down Skizz's body, down through his hair and neck, and then up the axe still moving into his neck. It's too late to stop the connection, too fast to stop the lightning from dancing its way up the blade and handle. Instead, it's as if Etho is frozen, mesmerized by the tendrils of pure energy that arc around his hands, before connecting, and–
Heat travels through his body, up through his hands and arms and then the rest of him. It's so much that he thinks he might explode, or maybe he just has. The world is silent, save for the ringing in his ears, and a thousand years have passed in the agony that tears through him. The entire world is white and gone and it's too much, enough he’s sure he’s going to die with Skizz."
i can't get that phrase out of my head, of "static energy". your writing is wild man, absolutely one of my fav life series authors :] -vm
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA no i'm so glad you asked about this passage OMGGG
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send me a passage of a fic i've written and i'll give detailed commentary on it!
""I have twenty-two minutes left," Skizz says, as if he were merely telling Etho what time of day it was, or that the chickens were all loose in the base again, or even that Impulse had fallen asleep on the stairs again, and don't wake him up! "And this is my final order."
god. okay so this scene was definitely one of the harder things I've written in the year or so I've done fic--I wanna say I actually rewrote this entire part... three, four, five times? I was struggling to find the right way of describing being hit by lightning because. well. I hadn't been hit by lightning so I didn't really know how to write it!
and them a miracle occurred by my own dumbassery and i accidentally electrocuted myself three times in one night with an outlet and that gave me a starting point! ((disclaimer DO NOT DO THIS))
Anyways, my thinking for this paragraph! I really wanted to have the memories of a slightly domestic life within TIES flashing through Etho's mind. I like to think about TIES as fiercely loyal to each other, like some type of almost family. Not like... family family, but you get what I mean. Having that section, that little glimpse into what living in denial about their time running out was something I think added to the overall horror of this chapter.
Skizz fixes Etho with a look, right in the eye, one that Etho knows he'll never escape. The ticking still doesn't stop. "My time will not go to anybody else. TIES gets to final three." Etho's grip around the axe tightens, but– he turns to face Tango and Impulse. “Tango, you don't– you don't want it?” Please take it. Please. But Tango is shaking his head, resolute. "You need it most, dude."
This part was less me and more the actual dialogue of what happened. I must have rewatched that scene from Etho's pov a good thirty times just trying to peruse what I wanted to keep, edit, or add to this scene. The only thing I really, really needed to convey throughout this entire time was the time ticking away and away, because I think as the end approached in LimL, that was something every player came to notice constantly. Tick, tick, tick, tick. That little rhythm, a reminder that their time was fading. A reminder it wasn't too late.
The other thing I think is worth noting about the ticking in this fic--I don't know if you ever heard or watched Unus Annus, but I was a day one watcher of that channel and the first thing I thought of when I saw the concept of LimL was that goddamn ticking clock they had at the start of their videos, counting down. It really affected how I watched the entire series and I wanted that tick tick tick tick to carry through in this.
(i'm gonna put the rest under a read more!)
Skizz turns, and kneels, his face turned to the ground in acceptance. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The axe swings upward, poised in the air above Skizz's neck, and the night falls silent, the air static with energy Etho can't quite place. (There are Eyes w̸̜̼͗͝͝a̴̦͓̻̋̂t̷̤̰̞́͠c̵̠̯̩͌h̷̫̰̏i̸̱̙̻̊̋͑ň̷̙̠g̵̫̱̊.)
Once again, a combination of canon and the tick rhythm.
"Static with energy Etho can't quite place." THIS line right here was where I first started trying to carry in the same feelings as one might have felt when reading The Stories We Tell and the Truths Untold. Being set in the same series, if you've read both fics than you'll know that Etho and the Watchers have just a slight history. My goal here was to carry across that weird energy Etho felt back with Team Canada in this fic. And, if the reader had NOT read the Team Canada fic, which I assumed would be the case since Ethubs is such a more popular thing than Team Canada, they could interpret it as the energy of four men on a platform--two about to watch their best friend die, one about to kill his friend, and the fourth knowing his end is here.
And then the final line with the Watching!! Once again, a throwback to the Team Canada fic, where I not only had used this type of text for the watchers throughout, but had also increased how corrupted the word "watching" was as the fic progressed and Etho got more freaked out.
For a moment, the axe hangs there, held up by invisible strands that Etho swears are pulling the axe away from Skizz's neck, tightening by the moment as if to stop him from doing the very thing he knows he'll do at any moment. The axe drops towards Skizz's neck, falters, and pulls back up again before Etho can force his body to go through with it. He grits his teeth, forces his eyes to stay open–to aim. Readjusting his grip, Etho takes one deep breath. Then two. He's wasting his time and he's not even sure why. It's not like he's never killed before, or even used an axe to do it.
eeeheheehhehehehe this is literally just building up tension for the most part--racing thoughts, the ticking ongoing, Etho hesitating to do it, which is where the fic differentiates from canon.
“Etho....?” He doesn't even know who said it. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. (Somewhere in another game, Tango tells Bdubs: He's a survivor, man, that's what he does.) Etho swings.
Yeah. yeah... this line. I think the throwback to the Line was important to Etho's character and the study through the rest of the fic. He's a survivor. I'll be interested to see if that continues in Secret Life, because...he's actually been so out of character I could see him not choosing himself in the end. Just once. I dunno! I could be SO wrong. But so much of this fic revolves around Etho and his need to survive vs. the love he has for his friends...I think this sets the stage for the internal conflict coming.
Just as the axe connects with Skizz's neck, thunder cracks overhead, so loud the crack shatters through his bones and shakes the platform. The lightning hits Skizz in the same second, blinding white and in arcs of electricity that dance down Skizz's body, down through his hair and neck, and then up the axe still moving into his neck. It's too late to stop the connection, too fast to stop the lightning from dancing its way up the blade and handle. Instead, it's as if Etho is frozen, mesmerized by the tendrils of pure energy that arc around his hands, before connecting, and– Heat travels through his body, up through his hands and arms and then the rest of him. It's so much that he thinks he might explode, or maybe he just has. The world is silent, save for the ringing in his ears, and a thousand years have passed in the agony that tears through him. The entire world is white and gone and it's too much, enough he’s sure he’s going to die with Skizz."
If you've ever wondered what this sounded like in my head... it sounded like this. I don't know how to explain that most of this section was inspired by a fucking Spiderverse track, but here we are. So much of the build-up and the actual strike was this. If you listen to the song, it builds up and up for the first 34 seconds, and then it stops, and then just. GOES and that's the moment I felt like the axe dropped and the lightning struck, in those moments after. I know that probably sounds like . laurie what the fuck is wrong with you. but the vast majority of my fics are written with song inspiration and soundtrack in mind, and music helps me visualize things such as this i could NEVER write otherwise. If you don't listen to soundtrack or instrumentals, I highly recommend it for writing!
Thanks so much for the section!!! I hope this all makes sense:]
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lovesosweeet · 1 year ago
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better left unsaid // cth
chapter ten
in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.
calum hood x fem!oc
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october 17, 2016 madrid, spain orion
Slightly hungover, I wake up to four missed calls from Calum, along with twenty-something text messages. It's been a while since they were in Europe. They went to the US for a month or so and then toured Australia and New Zealand. Now the that tour is over, none of 5SOS are really posting much, so I don’t even know where in the world he is these days.
We'd gone out last night — me, Paula, Ilse, Marta, and Lucia. We started at Space Monkey, taking advantage of Lucia's employee discount. We ended up at Capital, which is notably the fanciest place we could've gone. I wasn't allowed to wear my normal sneakers, which made me mad, especially for having to pay the 20€ cover fee to get in. I'm not that hungover. My head just hurts and my stomach needs food, and I'm definitely exhausted.
Calum and I have texted and Facetimed sparsely since they left Europe, but I've tried to keep it brief. I'm sure he's been seeing other girls since they’ve been on different continents, and I’ve been trying to make the most of my time in Madrid with my wonderful roommates who’ve turned into great friends. He doesn’t need to waste his time on me. I don’t expect anything out of him. We were just a temporary thing. I don’t know that we make sense beyond the time we’ve spent together, so I’ve been trying to keep my expectations low. He’s called me here and there, but again, I’ve tried to keep it brief. I’ve been trying to avoid getting too attached, and the more we talk, the more attached I’d get.
His onslaught of notifications totally catches me off guard. What does he want? Why would he text me that many times and call, all at once? Did he give me an STD? Jesus, how would I even get tested here? Just go to the hospital?
I nervously open my messages app to see what he’s sent.
From: calum 5sos
hi what are you doing today
your fav bassist may or may not be back in madrid
okay yeah he’s here
i’m in madrid and i want to see you
may or may not have been my first choice in post-tour destination
may or may not be because of you
wow i definitely don’t mean to be creepy
i’ve missed you
so much
just checked your insta story and assuming you’re hungover and/or asleep still
pls let me know when you’re up
also you looked so hot last night
wanna get avo toast and coffee and donuts?!
orion
fuck
i want to see you
i’m outside your place btw sorry to show up uninvited.
if you want me to leave please tell me
i know it’s been a bit but i’ve wanted to see you for so long
i’ll hang here til 2.
no worries if you’re asleep!!! get that beauty rest but you’re the prettiest ever regardless i promise
i just really missed you and am so excited to see you
hope you wake up soon so i can squeeze you
i want to spend every second with you so the weeks apart have been torture
can’t wait to see you. seriously.
pls wake up and let me in
While I guess I am excited to see him, I don’t know what he’s doing here. He came here first? He chose to see me over his family and friends? Madrid isn’t exactly close to LA or Australia. I think his sister lives in London, so maybe he’s on his way to her.
I don’t bother to check the voicemails — his texts have said more than enough.
To: calum 5sos
um hi just woke up
i’ll be down in a bit
I get out of bed and change my sleep shorts to jeans, throwing a hoodie on over my sports bra, and slipping my feet into my beloved white sneakers. I leave my room to head to the bathroom and find Paula and Lucia cuddled up on the couch, scrolling through their phones. It’s 11:30 now, and they’ve both showered it seems, since their hair is wet, so I’m guessing they’ve been up for a while.
“Buenos,” Paula greets me. She doesn’t look hungover at all, but I don’t think she actually drank that much last night.
“Hi,” I say back, debating talking to her or just getting to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face quickly. I decide to update her on the situation. “Um, Calum’s outside?”
Her eyes go wide and she puts her phone down. “What?” She’s also grinning at me wickedly. She has always loved the idea of me and Cal together, but I always reminded her we were just casual and to stop getting so excited about our prospect as a ‘real’ couple. This news is probably music to her ears.
“I don’t know, he sent me, like, twenty texts and called me a bunch.” I sigh, running my hand through my hair. I don’t know why, but I’m stressed about this. What the fuck is he doing here?
“Orion, I keep telling you. He likes you!”
I frown. Why would he choose me? “I don’t know. I’m gonna go to the bathroom and then go see what he wants.”
Letting the water heat up so I can wash my face, I brush my teeth and braid my hair. In the mirror, I see I still have mascara smudges from taking off my makeup in my drunken stupor early this morning. I do my best to wake myself up with the hot water and quickly apply some mascara and brow gel. I don’t need to impress Calum, but suddenly I hate my reflection. I frown at myself and let out a sigh, and then I leave the bathroom, hurrying out the door of the apartment and down the creaky stairs.
When I step out onto the sidewalk, I see him. He’s sitting on the bench that’s about 20 feet from the door, scrolling on his phone. Next to him, I see a small bouquet of chamomile, a silky pink ribbon tied around the flowers. Calum is wearing a cobalt blue hoodie and his typical black pants with a pair of white sneakers. His hair is hidden under a gray beanie. My stupid heart starts beating faster at the sight of him. He looks sleepy and cozy.
I gulp and approach the bench, clearing my throat to catch his attention. Calum looks up at me with his dark brown eyes and instantly grins when we make eye contact. He practically jumps up and runs to me, engulfing me in a tight hug and lifting me off the ground.
I hug him back. It is nice to see him, I’ve decided. He’s warm and he smells nice this morning.
Calum holds me in the air for what feels like a very long time before he sets me back on the ground.
“Hi,” he breathes. He’s still beaming at me, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “I’ve missed you.”
Why?
“I’ve missed you too,” I find myself saying. I have, but I’ve been trying not to think about it. I’ve tried to keep my distance.
He then pulls me into another hug, and I awkwardly wrap my arms around him again, still in shock that he’s here right now. And he missed me. He missed me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. My voice is soft, quiet. I’m so uncertain about this situation.
“I wanted to see my favorite girl.”
I’m his favorite girl?
I don’t say anything else. I just remain wrapped around him, breathing in his scent and enjoying his warmth. It’s a bit chilly today. Fall has started to kick in, and I’m jealous of Calum’s beanie right now.
“Would I be able to go upstairs for a sec? I’ve been here for a few hours and really need to pee. I didn’t want to leave in case you came down while I was gone. Didn’t want to miss my chance to surprise you properly.”
I nod against him, untangling my limbs from his. “Yeah, of course,” I breathe out. I take a step back, and he grabs my hand quickly, pulling me back closer to him. He leans down and kisses me, which catches me off guard. This whole thing is catching me off guard and I’m so confused. My brain won’t compute what’s happening.
“Sorry, just needed to kiss you real quick.” He laughs. The smile on his face is still plastered there, unceasing.
I manage to smile slightly at him before I use his hand to pull him toward the door of our building. We climb up the creaky stairs back to our apartment, and I take a deep breath before I open the door to our apartment, hoping Paula and Lucia aren’t gossiping about Calum as we walk in.
Cal’s been here before, of course, so he just heads straight to the bathroom and I whisper to him that I’ll be in the living room when he’s done. Lucia and Paula are waiting patiently for me in the living room, speaking almost silently in Spanish to each other. They look to me excitedly and expectantly, hoping I can share some sort of insights with them as to why Calum is here.
‘He LOVES you’ Paula mouths to me as I sit on an armchair that faces the couch they’re sitting on.
‘STOP’ I mouth back, shooting her an angry glare. The walls in the apartment are thin, and you can usually hear everything if you listen hard enough. I don’t want to risk Calum hearing what she says.
We’re all surprised when we hear a scream and some door slamming.
“Sorry! What the fuck!?” Ilse yells. She must have tried to go to the bathroom. At this point we don’t even knock before we enter it; we’re all so close and familiar we just enter the bathroom whenever we want. It’s four girls and only one bathroom, so we have just given up on privacy in there. When Lucia is here, it’s five girls and one bathroom, so she’s just gotten used to our practice and uses it just like she would if she lived here. It seems that she’s tried to go in while Cal is in there.
I hear her footsteps scurrying to the living room.
“What the hell is Calum doing here?!” Ilse whisper-yells when she gets to us.
“I don’t know!” I whisper-yell back.
We all turn our heads as the sound of the toilet flushing and the door squeaking back open hits our ears, followed by the sound of Cal’s quiet footsteps to the living room.
“Sorry, Ilse — I should’ve locked it. Baño is all yours.” He looks a little embarrassed, but it’s not like we haven’t all seen that infamous Snapchat. “Also, hi everyone. Good to see you.”
“Why are we screaming so early?” Marta’s voice echoes out, and she joins us all in the living room seconds later. It takes a moment for her to register that Calum is here, and then her eyes widen and she freezes in shock. “Calum?”
“Hi Marta! Sorry to wake you up,” he apologizes. He crosses the small space between them and wraps her into a quick hug, and then he hugs Ilse, and then Paula, and then Lucia.
This is weird. This is so weird. He’s met them all before but this just feels so different. None of us could’ve predicted he’d be here this morning.
“We’re gonna go grab breakfast. Do any of you want us to bring you anything back? Coffees?”
He’s met with a chorus of ‘yes please, coffee’ and he nods, looking at me expectantly with a small smile. “Ready to go?”
I nod wordlessly and turn around, heading for the door. I hear Cal’s footsteps behind me quickly, and we leave the apartment once again and get to the street. Almost as some kind of reflex, I grab his hand in mine and start walking toward my favorite breakfast place, assuming that’s where he’d want to go. We walk in silence for a few minutes before he disrupts the quiet.
“Are you okay? You’re pretty quiet.” He squeezes my hand.
I nod again. “Yeah, just kinda stunned, I guess?”
“You didn’t think I’d want to visit you as soon as I could? I wanted to keep it as somewhat of a surprise!” He laughs his sweet, quiet laugh and I feel his thumb rub the back of my hand the way he’s done so many times before.
I clear my throat and shake my head. “No, I didn’t really expect that you’d want to see me again, honestly.”
My shoulder is almost ripped from its socket when Calum suddenly stops walking.
“What?”
I turn around to face him and his expression is a mix of confusion and hurt.
“Why wouldn’t I want to see you again?”
His expression makes my heart hurt a bit. I didn’t mean anything nasty by what I said, but I truly didn’t expect that we’d keep seeing each other now that the European leg is over and tour is over and he can go back to his normal life.
I shrug. “I guess I just thought you’d move on.”
He frowns. “Did you want me to move on?”
No. I didn’t want him to move on. I liked him. I liked him a lot. The idea of us being more than what we were just felt unattainable, so I always assumed he would move on. I was sure there was a girl or two in the other places they went, and surely back in LA there are plenty of girls more suitable for him, other musicians and actresses and influencers; definitely not some random student at UCLA.
“Of course not.”
Calum looks deeply confused and hurt, which wasn’t my intention. I feel bad. “Orion, I really like you. Have I not made that clear?” He’s not being snarky with his question. He sounds genuine and uncertain, which makes me feel worse.
He had been texting me this whole time we’d been apart. He likes everything I post to Instagram. He calls me every week.
Have I just been an idiot this whole time?
“I thought I was just the girl in Europe.”
His eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, I guess kind of like… a groupie? I was the girl you hung out with in Europe. Maybe just one of the girls? I figured there were others, and you had girls in Asia and America and Australia.”
Calum looks bewildered. “No, no. Orion, this whole time, it’s just been you. I like you. I’m so sorry if I wasn’t clear, because I thought you knew.”
Still in shock, I really don’t know how to reply.
“Shit, Matt had you on our security list as ‘Orion Moss - Calum’s girlfriend.’”
Girlfriend? We’re both silent for a few seconds, the words hanging in the air. I feel like I can almost read them floating in the space between us.
“Am I?”
Now Calum seems to be at a loss for words. He’s still confused, upset almost.
Am I his girlfriend? Do I want to be his girlfriend? I guess that’s a stupid question. Of course I do. I check his tagged photos on Instagram as a pre-bed ritual almost every night. I scroll through the photos we have together in my camera roll constantly; I even made an album of them so they’re all in one place. When he texts me, I have to intentionally make myself wait to reply so I don’t seem too clingy or desperate.
“Do you want to be?” He finally asks.
This time I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Relief washes over him and I watch his stress melt away. A smile appears shortly thereafter, and then he’s stepping toward me, kissing me for the second time this morning. There’s a warmth that starts to burn in my chest and I find myself smiling against his lips. He’s here. He’s really here and he likes me.
Calum creates a tiny bit of space between our mouths, just enough that he can speak. “Then please, please be my girlfriend.”
I giggle, feeling like a giddy little kid whose crush just said they like them back on the playground. “I am happy to accept your offer.”
We kiss a bit more, and then I start feeling self conscious when I remember we’re just making out on a sidewalk in Spain’s most populous city, one of the largest cities in Europe, and he’s famous and anyone could see us and post about it. I pull away, saying we can continue it later, and he says he can’t wait.
We resume our walk to the cafe, hand in hand, and I can’t seem to wipe the smile off my face. When I glance at Calum, he’s smiling too. I’m probably happier right now than I have been in a very long time. Once we reach the cafe, he stops.
“Want to get it to go? We can get donuts too and take it to Retiro for a little picnic.” His suggestion sounds perfect, so I agree.
We order our breakfasts — hummus and avocado toast for me, tortilla con jamón for him — and wait a few minutes before they bring it to us. Cal pays, as always, and then we walk to the donut shop that I consider my favorite place in the whole world. We get a four pack of the day’s most unique flavors, along with oat milk cappuccinos to drink, and then we travel the short distance to Retiro, which is bustling as always.
We sit by the pond to watch people using the little paddle boats, and I try to aesthetically set up our spread of food to take a picture. Calum just watches me in amusement while I try to get the perfect shot. Once I’ve got it, I tell him he can start eating. I quickly text the picture to the group chat with my flat mates, whose replies come through instantly, as if they were waiting for me to text them an update (which, to be fair, they probably were).
To: lavapies ladies!!!
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brunch picnic in retiro with my BOYFRIEND
From: paula (lavapies ladies!!!!)
BITCH I TOLD YOU
HOLY SHIT
From: marta (lavapies ladies!!!!)
DIOS MIOOOOOO
From: ilse (lavapies ladies!!!!)
she’s a rockstar’s girlfriend aaaahhhhhh
From: paula (lavapies ladies!!!!)
“it’s just casual” mY MF ASSSSS
At the last message, I roll my eyes, locking my phone and putting it into my back pocket. I look up from my phone and find Calum’s camera pointed at me. The shutter goes off as soon as I make eye contact with the lens.
“Just wanna remember this moment,” he gushes, smiling so sweetly at me before putting his phone away too.
We then dig in to the spread, but of course it’s far too much food for the two of us. I know we’ll bring whatever is left back to my apartment and the girls will inhale it all, so it’s fine. I get to listen to lots more tour stories from Calum than he’s shared over text or on our brief phone calls, and I tell him more about my classes and the little adventures I’ve gone on with my roommates. It’s so nice getting to talk to him again. It’s so easy, and it feels right, and I just feel so giddy about the fact that it wasn’t just a casual thing. It’s real, and it’s serious.
It’s then that I realize it, and I don’t know what took me so long. I now know I was in denial, but it’s clear as day while we sit in this park.
I am completely and utterly in love with Calum Hood.
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a/n: a little cute flashback chapter to lighten the mood hehe!!!!
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hash1ras · 2 years ago
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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓪 ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡
hi guys im officially on ao3!!!!!! 
thx for all the love n support for my aot fic so far! ive had so much fun writing + creating this story based of my favorite animanga (and big shoutout to my bestie @youngblood-182​ for helping me edit ilysm♡)
here’s a lil blurb from one of my fav chapters (feat my angels levi and hange)
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Octavia Braus never wanted to be a soldier.
But in the year 845, when the Colossal Titan appeared, she had no choice but to fight back. Taking the ODM gear off of a nearby dead soldier, she desperately attempted to protect herself against the titan hordes. When the smoke cleared, standing amongst the carnage, she was immediately arrested by the Military Police for unauthorized use of military gear.
And so, at just 17 years of age, she found herself with two choices: execution for committing a capital offense or enlisting and using her innate talents for the good of humanity.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬
“So,” Octavia said, her eyes trained on Pyxis. “I guess this means you’re my commander now.”
He chuckled softly. “It’s funny you should say that. Considering it’s actually become a recent subject of debate.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Sir?”
Almost as if on cue, the second knock of the evening resounded against the door. 
Pyxis sighed. “Yes, yes. Come in.”
Octavia didn’t dare to turn around. The sound of multiple footsteps entered. One particular pair rapidly approached her on the right. A chaotic blur abruptly caught her peripheral vision. She turned her eyes only to be met with another pair, behind wide rimmed glasses and full of wild enthusiasm. A face suddenly coming into view, one that she didn’t immediately recognize because it was only inches away from her own. 
The person dropped to one knee and grabbed Octavia’s hands into their own, cupping them lovingly and enthusiastically. As she locked eyes with the person beneath her, it suddenly registered. It's them. The scout that was intensely watching me at the trial. What the hell?
“Hiya! My name is Zoe Hange. I’m with the Scouts.” Their eyes were glistening, and their mouth grew into a broad smile. “Wow! Aren’t you a beauty? Speaking of beauty, I heard you encountered the Armored Titan. What was he like? I wanna know everything! Please tell me every last little gorgeous detail!”
Octavia was so shocked by this sudden declaration that she didn’t notice the rest of the people that had entered as well.
“Oh, uh. Well-”
A different voice emerged from across the room, slightly in front of Octavia. The two simultaneously looked up to find the source.
“Give it a rest, four eyes. She’s not gonna wanna join the scouts if you act like a crazed lunatic.”
Octavia locked eyes with the one who was addressing them. It was him, the man that had harshly scolded Nile. He was much shorter, standing at eye level, with straight black hair hanging over an undercut and the same dark, condescending glare. He leaned against the wall to the left of Pyxis with his arms crossed and that same unmistakable attitude of irritability. He’s even scarier up close. Damn. Wait...Did he just say I’m possibly joining the Scouts?
Hange turned their head back to Octavia, that same wild look in their eyes. “Nevermind shorty here. He’s just got a severe attitude problem. Anyways, that’s a nasty scar. You said it happened when you fought the Armored, right?” They leaned closer, their nose almost touching Octavia’s. “What was it like?”
She felt another presence approach her from the left. She turned to see another scout from the trial who was bent over and aggressively sniffing her. He stood, giving a satisfied smile and nod, before taking a seat to the right of Pyxis.
“Hange, that’s enough.”
Another familiar voice. Octavia’s eyes met the kind, blue eyes of the Scout Commander as he entered the front of the room. His calm, confident composure was a nice change from the sulking soldier in the opposite corner. The man gently smiled.
“I’m Commander Erwin, leader of the Scout Regiment. I see you’ve already met Hange.” He nodded toward the other blonde man that had just abruptly smelled her. “This is Miche, and this other soldier is Levi. They are all members of the Survey Corps. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Well, up close and personally, at least.”
Octavia blinked, unsure of what to say. Her hands were still firmly clasped in Hange’s. It was almost comforting, in a way. Her eyes trailed back to Pyxis, wearing an expression of annoyance and exhaustion.
Erwin approached Octavia and knelt down to meet her eyes. There was something about him, so calm yet so full of fierce resolve. His presence was mesmerizing. 
“Octavia, on behalf of the Survey Corps and humanity itself, I want to thank you for what you did in Shiganshina. Your actions were nothing short of selfless, and your immeasurable courage was truly inspiring. Your death at the hands of the Military Police would have been a grave fault.”
She couldn’t tear away from his cobalt gaze. This man was a Commander, a distinguished military member, yet here he was, showing reverence for an ordinary girl. 
“Um, thank you?”
Levi scoffed, Pyxis tried to stifle a chuckle, and Erwin warmly smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. He rose from his position on the floor and returned beside the Garrison Commander.
“But, I have to be honest,” Octavia said. All eyes turned to her. “I’m not a hero. I just did what I had to do and it probably didn’t make that much of a difference. In my defense, I’ve always been the reckless, selfish type but me? A soldier? I don’t know if I’m cut out for that.”
An uncomfortable silence hung in the air before an annoyed voice cut through the tension.
“Tch. Well, isn’t that great? We went through all that trouble to save the brat, and this is how she repays our kindness.”
Octavia turned to see Levi, his cold eyes fixed on her like a predator aiming to strike its prey. A look she was certainly no stranger to.
“Guess that’s it then,” he continued. “Maybe we should just let the MPs kill you after all. I’m sure Nile would have no problem making time in his busy schedule for your execution. What a waste of time this has been.”
What the hell did he just say to me?
In an instant, something in her snapped. She cocked her head slightly to the left, proudly displaying the gash lining her cheek. Her eyes were half-lidded, a deadpan expression on her face. Levi’s eyes widened slightly.
“If this kid’s really from the Underground like you say she is, then she knows how to fight. If you were smart, you wouldn’t push your luck. That’s one fight you’re guaranteed to lose.’ That’s what you said, right?”
She briefly looked him up and down with narrowed eyes before continuing. “You should probably take your own advice.” 
The already uncomfortable silence swelled.
A hearty laugh erupted, breaking the discomfort, but Octavia didn’t dare to break eye contact with Levi.
“Ah, what a relief. And here I was worried that your tenacious spirit was just a farce.”
Levi scoffed and turned his attention toward Pyxis, who was still trying to control his laughter. Erwin sighed. Octavia remained locked on Levi, trying to visibly hide the intense satisfaction she was feeling. 
The room remained quiet for a few more seconds until an excited voice spoke up. 
“So. About that Armored Titan?”
“Hange!” All four voices scolded ceremoniously. 
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ramblingoak · 1 year ago
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Hello Oak!!
I’m writing to you because like many others I absolutely DEVOURED the existing parts of The Cardinal’s Bride last night. I loved it so so much and I’m very excited to read The Morningstar as well. Your construction of the Wild West world, diff. dynamics between Ghouls, the buildup for the reader and The Cardinal - ETHEL AND HAROLD??? Etc spark so much imagination and joy.
I wanted to really show my appreciation in some way, bc I have craved good escapism and this really helped me out amid weird moods and stuff irl… so these are my fav line(s)/moment(s) from every Chapter (spoilers) w/ my silly lil reactions …..
-// < 33 @copium-copia
Chapter One: Heading West
“You snuck a peak back at the two women and glanced briefly out to the street before pulling the poster off the window. It seemed such a silly thing to do, but you figured if you were being forced to marry a boring bank owner like Mr. Saltarian you should allow yourself a small thrill. Something to look at when lying alone in the dark in your new home.”
Omg omg omg yess I’m keeping the poster !! this surely won’t lead to consequences : )))
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Chapter Two: La Principessa
“She should be scared, she’s marrying fucking Saltarian.” Ooo storm’s brewing !!! Anyone else get a lil hot under the collar at Cardi Copia’s mere mention of Saltarian this way ??
Satan’s Dick !
Hehehe Ciaooo Cardinal🥰….. “Mi scusi Principessa, are you looking to collect the bounty?”
YES READER GET HIS ASS/NOSE
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Chapter Three: Promises “But…you have been whispering for me at night” ummmmmmm - /pos
“She’s not fucking riding with you Swiss.” ummmmmmmmm !!!! no I’m not hehe you’re so right, Cardinal
SUNSHINE MOMENT + Sunshine’s perspective on CHOICE YES PLEASE
“Clearly it meant a lot to you, so I wanted to replace it.” my face 🤭!
Okie dokie!!!
Brizio my beloved
“Faster, eh? Good idea, Principessa!” - what if I swoon -
His hands agh his hands, p leas ,e ________
Chapter Four: There’s Something about Mary
YESSSS I love to justify my hatred and apathy for Saltarian yess
“There are plenty of pretty girls in the world, Mr. Goore, I don’t plan on wasting my time mourning this one.” cold as fuck ??? /pos
“You pregnant, Sweet Cheeks?” // “Excuse me?” Your indignant question was nearly drowned out by The Cardinal’s sudden laughter. You shoved your elbow back into his gut and he groaned before muttering ‘sorry’ into your ear. hehehe
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Chapter Five: Copia
Aether & Sunshine bickering hehe
“Sunshine, stop giving her knives!” 😂
GET THEIR ASS READERRRRRR
Copia/Reader Reunion 🥲
“We’ll have to find some time for that, eh?” gahhhh
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Chapter Six: The Newlywed Game
“Si, si fine. You’re very dangerous. Now pay attention.” 😊
“I’m helping love blossom here, Mountain. Take some notes.” SUNSHINE I LOVE YOU
“Cowboys were strange.” :))
“Oh you are trouble, Mr. Emeritus.” !!!!
He was blushing. YESSS BOYYYY
“Maybe you start dreaming about me, eh? Maybe your hands start wandering…” shhhhhhh
“Copia had snuck up right behind you so when you turned around you nearly smacked into his chest.” Ooooooooooooooooooo
Copia didn’t say a word, he just moved his hands to your waist and then lifted you onto the dresser. STAYFUCKINGCALM.jpg
“I have a reputation to uphold Principessa.” ✨
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Chapter Seven: The Ministry
tumblr user @ramblingoak you are simply too damn CLEVER
I just. This is… my favorite chapter? They’re all my favorite chapter. But the whole concept is so cohesive and the characterization is so specific and I can see the scenes in my mind??
“I do and if you could bring yourself to give a shit about anything but getting your dick wet you should too.” it’s funny, it’s in-character, it crystallizes this relationship, I’m ??
Copia kissed with his whole body. Ehehehe…
“Copia! These are clean sheets keep him away.” / “Ai, Brizio is clean.” Cope is not here for the #BrizioDisrespect
More hair was hanging down and you couldn't help but hesitantly reach out to brush it back just like he did to your own hair. / “Go to sleep, Principessa.” / You jumped at the sound of his voice, jerking your arm back and shoving it under the covers.
Before he could answer the door to his office burst open, Mist quickly striding in. The look on her face was one Secondo hadn’t seen for nearly 10 years. OH SHIT OH FUCK
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Chapter Eight: Playing House
Th.e.. The whole chapter. .
Dewdrop flinched when Ethel pushed the end of the barrel closer to him./ “Nothing! Unholy shit, your barn is fine!” / hehehe
The ROSARY WHAT IF I SOB
“Do you remember this morning, Principessa? When you said I could touch you?”
“I’ve been thinking about touching you here all day.” OAAAAAKK
“Because it’s getting harder for me to stop.” BOY
“Did you rub your clit like this? Is this what you like?” gaaaaaaaaaa
Every time you tried to reach for him he’d gently press you back down into the bed. “Soon, Principessa. Soon, I promise you.”
“So this is what you do when I leave, eh?” oop. Maybe .😳
“Ciao, Principessa.” Copia turned towards you and gave you a lazy grin. “Cat got your tongue?” king shit
“Mr. Emeritus put a shirt on!” HEHE
The doggy hair shake so cute I SWOON
“Tsk, so many buttons. I’m not sure I like this skirt.”
“What can I…Copia what should I do?” / “Just touch me, it won’t take much.” GAH
Copia twitched and hissed when you lightly nipped the skin under his jaw. “Ok, ok fine. You’re developing some bad habits, Principessa.” PLEASE why isn’t he REAL
You squealed and kissed Copia on the cheek, blushing a bit when you realized you’d done that in front of the others. Ehehehe yayyy
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I really hope this is amusing for you rather than annoying ---- thanku so much for putting so much time and effort into this fic. It's been not-so-easy being human lately, and you made my night much brighter !!
um again I'm @copium-copia if you wanna be ghesties or anything
It's not annoying at all!! Oh my gosh, you are so sweet 😭
I appreciate you taking the time to find your favorite parts. I appreciate you taking the time to READ my story to begin with. I'm so glad you are enjoying it and I hope you continue to do so! You're the best, thank you sooooo much 💙
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seitmai · 3 months ago
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A lot of thoughts about our fav Dilf and Milf🤭
"Isn't it kind of Jake's first Father's Day, too?" you countered with a grin. When Cat sputtered instead of actually answering, you felt like you'd won this wrong of proverbial chess against a master. "It's okay... you don't have to admit it out loud, but I just know Jake is exceeding all of your expectations."
She is teasing Cat who actually knows that she's right 🤷🏻‍♀️
Just me and Jer. And then when he went away to college, I was going to start collecting exotic pets or something."
Sounds like a plan haha
You tried not to laugh. "Yeah, Jake kind of ruined that agenda for you, huh?" She buried her face in her hands, and to your surprise, she started crying. You glanced around the lab, but Macy wasn't paying any attention as you put your arm around Cat's shoulders. You were very confused as you whispered, "Are you okay?" Cat's dark eyes were wet with tears as she met your gaze while somehow shaking her head and nodding at the same time. Her voice was raspy and uneven as she said, "He bought an engagement ring." "Jake proposed?" you gasped, ready to jump out of your seat. You knew for a fact he wanted to, but he kept saying he didn't think the time was exactly right yet.  "No. I found the ring. He's terrible at hiding things."
First of all I just wanna give Cat a big hug and assure her that she deserves this 🥺
Second: Jake get your act together lmao
You're tenacious and strong, and that's worth a lot more than money. You're the kind of person someone would want to buy a big diamond for.
I'm so glad BG sent the message to remind Cat of her worth 🥹🫶🏻
"Ten minutes ago? No wonder I was getting so lonely," he whispered, reaching out to run his finger along the back of Rose's hand. "Hey, Nugget."
10 minutes?! Too long for Rooster
You handed Rose, who was already dressed in her sleeper, to him, kissing him on the cheek as you stood. "Should I just keep these out for you?" The way you gestured at your breasts left a smile on his face. "Please. I would very much enjoy it if you did."
Of course he would lmao
When he set her gently in her crib, Bradley whispered, "I can't believe I get to be your dad."
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"I wanted to surprise you," he murmured, wrapping his left arm around your waist. "I've been waiting to do this since you told me you were pregnant." You buried your face against his chest and let yourself cry. "Shit. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said I was golfing. I panicked when they called me back and said they could fit me in this morning. I just really wanted to get my second paper plane as soon as possible."
Omg Rooster is so me getting a new tattoo while I still lived with my parents lol, my go to instead of golfing tho was hanging out at my best friends place, because she would also back up this in case they asked (they never did, I'm just paranoid lol)
"Are we going to our wedding venue?" he asked after a few minutes, and you started laughing. "Is that what we're calling the parking lot?"
I mean obviously 💁🏻‍♀️
"Aww, Daddy's sorry," he said, lifting her up and flying her around in the air like a plane to get her to calm down. "I'll take you to Virginia Beach where the water is warmer," he promised. "And we can go to the cemetery and visit Grampy Goose and Grandma Carole. How does that sound?" His daughter looked much happier at the prospect of warmer water and more time with grandparents. Even though Bradley was here with his family, he couldn't help but think about everything he missed out on. Everything he was still missing out on. 
🥺🥺🥺
The story was fun, and the drawings were silly, and he just knew Rose would probably adore this book when she got a little bit older. And he was so lucky he had a wife who did things like turn him into a cartoon superhero for Father's Day and make him a four course picnic lunch.
What a fun gift idea 🥰
Aim for the Sky Part 22 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: After weeks of looking forward to a quiet day with you and Rose, Bradley almost messes up his own Father's Day celebration. He's lucky you're quick to forgive him. Every day with his daughter is a collection of moments he wants to commit to memory. Every day with you makes him fall more in love.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, lactation kink, blowjob, DILF Roo
Length: 3800 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.
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"Do you have any big plans for Sunday? For Bradley's first Father's Day?"
You looked up from your computer when you realized Cat was talking to you. Truthfully, you did have plans, but they weren't big at all. Your husband just kept telling you that all he wanted was to spend the day with just the three of you.
"Isn't it kind of Jake's first Father's Day, too?" you countered with a grin. When Cat sputtered instead of actually answering, you felt like you'd won this wrong of proverbial chess against a master. "It's okay... you don't have to admit it out loud, but I just know Jake is exceeding all of your expectations."
She dropped down into the seat next to you and leaned in like she was afraid someone else might be listening. "He took Jer to the park with Bradley and Rose the other evening."
"I know," you replied with a laugh. "I needed to clean my house, so I kicked Bradley out and told him to call his bestie, Jake."
Cat looked a little panicked now. "No, you don't understand. I can trust him to take care of Jeremiah."
"Yeah... that's good, right?"
"I don't know!" she hissed. "When I moved to California, it was my intention to never ever get involved with a man again. Just me and Jer. And then when he went away to college, I was going to start collecting exotic pets or something."
You tried not to laugh. "Yeah, Jake kind of ruined that agenda for you, huh?" She buried her face in her hands, and to your surprise, she started crying. You glanced around the lab, but Macy wasn't paying any attention as you put your arm around Cat's shoulders. You were very confused as you whispered, "Are you okay?"
Cat's dark eyes were wet with tears as she met your gaze while somehow shaking her head and nodding at the same time. Her voice was raspy and uneven as she said, "He bought an engagement ring."
"Jake proposed?" you gasped, ready to jump out of your seat. You knew for a fact he wanted to, but he kept saying he didn't think the time was exactly right yet. 
"No. I found the ring. He's terrible at hiding things."
You sat quietly for a minute while she worked at getting herself under control, but then more questions started to formulate in your mind. "I know this isn't where you saw yourself, Cat. I know trusting Jake after leaving your ex is something you've struggled with, but if you love him, then what's holding you back?"
Her fingertips were pressed to her lips, and her hand was shaking. You weren't sure she had even heard your question as she stared off into space and said, "I can't even accurately describe it, because it was so pretty. The diamond was huge. Absolutely enormous. Obviously expensive." She paused and pulled away from you, opening her computer like she didn't just let herself fall apart on your shoulder. "And I have nothing to offer except a child that isn't biologically his and a crippling amount of debt that I'll probably never see the end of." When you opened your mouth to respond, she slammed her computer shut again and said, "And now I'm late to meet with Bickel," before rushing out of the lab.
You stared at the door for a few seconds before you took your phone out and started to draft up a text for Cat. You didn't see her again for the rest of the day, and you didn't send the text until you got home with Bradley and Rose. But you meant every word of it.
You're tenacious and strong, and that's worth a lot more than money. You're the kind of person someone would want to buy a big diamond for.
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"Why is everything so expensive?" Bradley muttered to himself. "Holy hell."
He was trying to plan out the few days he would have alone with you when your parents came out again for Independence Day. Going back to the oceanfront boutique hotel in La Jolla where you and he had celebrated his birthday two years ago was going to cost a fortune over the holiday.
"Rose isn't going to need money for college anyway," he mused, shrugging at his phone before charging the room to his credit card for three nights. His daughter was going to be a genius. She was already so strong, trying her best to roll over and getting better at holding her head up without support. Suddenly he needed to see her.
Bradley tossed his phone aside and headed for the nursery where you were feeding Rose in the glider chair. When you looked up at him expectantly, he said, "I missed you."
Your gaze was soft as he sat down on the floor next to your feet. "We were with you ten minutes ago."
"Ten minutes ago? No wonder I was getting so lonely," he whispered, reaching out to run his finger along the back of Rose's hand. "Hey, Nugget."
She paused, lips pursed, before she continued eating. It was unreal how adorable she was. Bradley could look at his daughter all day long and never grow tired. He could look at your tits dripping milk all day long, too.
"Let me burp her," he said, making grabby hands as soon as she started to slow down. "It's my favorite."
You handed Rose, who was already dressed in her sleeper, to him, kissing him on the cheek as you stood. "Should I just keep these out for you?" The way you gestured at your breasts left a smile on his face.
"Please. I would very much enjoy it if you did."
You stretched your arms over your head and said, "I'll meet you either in the shower or in bed." Then you were gone, and he was excited to burp the baby and then do whatever you let him do to you.
"Let's see if we can get a nice, big burp out of you so you'll sleep for a few hours," he muttered, pulling one of the many storybooks down from the shelf from his spot on the floor. He'd read every book in the room to her multiple times already, and he couldn't wait until she started to have favorites. Tonight he read about a dragon while he patted and rubbed her back, pausing every page or two to kiss her soft cheek.
She was yawning by the last page of the book, and she did indeed burp for him. When he set her gently in her crib, Bradley whispered, "I can't believe I get to be your dad." He stood there, leaning on the side of the crib until he was certain she was asleep, then he headed for his own bedroom, unzipping his pants along the way.
Bradley found you naked in bed, fresh from the shower and rubbing lotion all over your legs. It was such a mundane yet intimate thing for him to watch, and you didn't realize he was in the doorway yet. "Get in bed," you told Tramp, nodding toward the fluffy mat he slept on next to the bathroom door. "You can't play with Rosie any more tonight. I'm sorry, but she needs to go to sleep after Daddy finishes reading to her."
"I'm finished reading to her."
Your gaze met his as your palms went gliding up your thighs, and you smiled a little shyly at him. Then you reached for the sheet like you were going to try to cover yourself, and he headed for the bed.
"Please don't, Baby Girl," he whispered. "I was really enjoying that view."
You paused and let your eyes drift down his body. "Get undressed and come here."
He did not need you to ask him twice. Bradley yanked his jeans off and tossed them aside followed by his tee shirt and his boxer briefs. You giggled when he climbed into bed in just his socks and hovered above you like he was going to do push ups with his hands planted next to your shoulders.
When he lowered himself down to give you a kiss, you raked your fingers through his hair. He knew there was no hiding how hard he was getting, so he didn't bother. He just pressed himself against you while you licked his bottom lip.
"You're really horny, Roo," you murmured, and he simply nodded. You let one hand drift down along his scarred cheek, and then you were touching your tits. 
He was salivating immediately. He could practically smell you. White beads of your milk formed on your nipples as you gently squeezed yourself, and he whimpered your name. His cock was tapping against your thigh in excitement as he lowered himself down to kiss your lips again.
"It's okay," you whispered. "I know you want to. Go ahead."
Bradley sighed and came to rest on his elbows, letting his mouth meet your nipples.
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You spent all day Saturday running to three different grocery stores to buy ingredients for Bradley's Father's Day picnic lunch. It cost a small fortune to get everything you needed to make chicken salad sandwiches on homemade bread, a charcuterie board, fruit salad, and brownies. Your plan was to get up very early on Sunday to start making everything, but now Bradley's words made you feel like you were going to cry.
"I'm playing golf in the morning."
He was so nonchalant about it, you thought perhaps he was joking at first. But his expression showed a tiny bit of alarm and remorse, and you knew he was actually ditching you and Rose on Father's Day.
When you spoke, you hated how small your voice sounded. "You said all you wanted was a day with just the three of us."
"I do!" he insisted, reaching for you and pulling you close. "That's all I want. I promise I'll be home by lunchtime."
With that, you excused yourself to go to bed. You didn't bother to set an alarm, because what was the point? Rose would wake you up when she started crying her lungs out to eat, and Bradley would already be gone with Jake, Javy and Reuben. Honestly, you would have thought Jake would want to be home with Cat and Jer, and now you were mad at him, too. You thought about texting him but turned your phone screen side down on your nightstand and tossed your glasses aside instead.
A few minutes later, Bradley climbed in bed as well, and you could feel him trying to coax you closer. "I love you," he whispered, but you stayed curled up in a ball until you fell asleep.
Sure enough, he was gone when you woke up. You didn't even bother changing out of your pajamas to feed Rose. Your plans to wear a cute sundress seemed pointless now as you tried to appease your cranky daughter while you made chicken salad and baked a small loaf of bread.
"You'd probably calm down if your dad were here," you mused, handing her toy after toy only for her to push them all away. Finally Tramp had mercy on you and plopped down next to her on her play mat for a few minutes.
Of course the picnic foods looked absolutely perfect, and you struggled to get Rose burped and down for a late morning nap. "I swear you don't act like this for him," you groaned, fighting the urge to start crying. You'd been feeling better over the past few weeks. Your body was becoming more your own again, even though you were still sharing it with your daughter. The birth control and the healing time were certainly helping, but right now, you and Rose came in second place to a round of golf. On Father's Day.
She spit up all over you before she fell asleep, forcing you to change into your dress anyway. The wrapped present on the coffee table along with the homemade card were enough to make you set a timer for noon. If he wasn't back, you were going to eat the meal yourself. Your stomach was already growling.
But Bradley came through the door at 11:58 wearing gym shorts and a tank top with his aviators low on his nose. "Sweetheart," he said, sounding a little bit out of breath as he headed your way. "You look pretty."
Did he think you were stupid? You got up from the couch and turned off the timer. "Where were you, Bradley? Because you weren't playing golf dressed like that."
His cheeks flushed pink at the same time you noticed something wrapped around his right bicep. When he held his arm out to his side, you gasped.
"Why didn't you just tell me that's where you were going?" you whispered, tears burning your eyes. You felt frustrated and embarrassed that you got upset in the first place.
"I wanted to surprise you," he murmured, wrapping his left arm around your waist. "I've been waiting to do this since you told me you were pregnant." You buried your face against his chest and let yourself cry. "Shit. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said I was golfing. I panicked when they called me back and said they could fit me in this morning. I just really wanted to get my second paper plane as soon as possible."
He held you tight with both arms wrapped around you. "You said you just wanted a day with your girls, and I planned a picnic and got you a present, and then you said you wanted to fucking play golf," you sobbed. "Next time just tell me you're getting another tattoo, okay? Because now when you say you're going golfing, I'm going to think you're getting another one anyway."
"Hey," Bradley rasped, tilting your chin so you were looking up at him. "I'm spending the rest of today with my girls. That really is all I wanted to do today. I'm sorry I lied to you. I feel terrible about it now." His brown eyes were sincere which made you feel a lot better, and now you weren't mad at Jake anymore.
"Can I see it?" you whispered, and he immediately started to unwrap his arm. Right there next to the large paper airplane that had Baby Girl written across it was a smaller one that said Rose in the same script. "God, Roo. It's perfect."
"Just like my girls."
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Okay, so he came within an inch of completely fucking things up on Father's Day. It wasn't like he planned it that way. He wasn't even sure why he said he was going to play golf. None of his friends would even make a tee time on Father's Day and include him. Or Jake for that matter. Plus, Bradley was fucking terrible at lying. He felt apprehensive the entire time he was getting the tattoo done.
It didn't even really matter if you knew about it ahead of time, but he wanted it to be a surprise declaration of his love for his family. Instead he made you stress out and cry, because of course you had a whole fucking day planned. You loved him that much.
He was right there with you and Rose for the rest of the afternoon. He changed her diapers and helped you pack up the food along with a bottle of pink champagne that was tucked way back behind everything else in the refrigerator. He carried everything out to the Bronco and got both of you buckled in. Then he started driving where you told him to.
"Are we going to our wedding venue?" he asked after a few minutes, and you started laughing.
"Is that what we're calling the parking lot?"
"Sweetheart. That's our wedding venue." Rose hadn't been to that beach yet, and now he was excited. So excited. "Rosie, we're going to show you where Mommy first kissed me and fell so in love that she's incapable of being mad at me even though I didn't tell her I was going to get tattooed this morning."
Now you were laughing harder, and you turned his playlist up a little louder, and the sun felt a little brighter. When he pulled into the parking lot, he backed into the spot where you became his wife, and then he strapped Rose into her baby carrier against his chest.
Bradley watched you pull Rosie's little sun hat out of the diaper bag, and you kissed her nose before putting it on her head. "Don't want you to get too much sun." Then you led the way down the rocky path to the sand below where you spread out a beach blanket. You tugged Bradley's hand until he was on his knees, and then you kissed his nose as well. "Don't want you getting too much sun either."
When he remembered the sunburn he got the day of Mickey's birthday kegger, he shuddered, but you were already squeezing some sunblock onto your hands and smoothing it along his face. You smiled when you got some in his mustache, and Bradley leaned closer to kiss you, and then he didn't want to stop. You ended up on your back on the blanket with sunblock on your nose while Bradley cradled Rose's head.
"Happy first Father's Day," you whispered, running your fingers up inside his sleeve to touch the wrapping around his bicep. "Rose is lucky you're her daddy."
The lunch you made was absolutely perfect. Bradley couldn't remember ever having homemade bread before, and he ate two sandwiches in a row. You and he drank the champagne from the bottle on the blanket before walking down to the water. Your tipsy giggles as he dipped Rose's toes in the water made him smile.
"She hates it!" you cackled when Rose pulled her legs up and wailed. Bradley lowered her down again when the next wave came in, and she pulled her feet away from the water once again.
"Aww, Daddy's sorry," he said, lifting her up and flying her around in the air like a plane to get her to calm down. "I'll take you to Virginia Beach where the water is warmer," he promised. "And we can go to the cemetery and visit Grampy Goose and Grandma Carole. How does that sound?"
His daughter looked much happier at the prospect of warmer water and more time with grandparents. Even though Bradley was here with his family, he couldn't help but think about everything he missed out on. Everything he was still missing out on. 
He never had a dad to fly him around or dip his toes in the water, at least not that he could remember. All he could recall were glimpses of laughter and being lifted out of his crib. He could almost hear a voice, but he wasn't sure if it was even Nick's or if his memory was playing a trick on him.
Bradley held onto Rose a little tighter as you let your head rest on his shoulder. Your voice was soft, barely loud enough for him to hear you over the waves. "I wish I could have met them. I wish they were here to see you with Rose."
He knew one thing for a fact. "They would have loved this little Nugget."
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Quite effortlessly, Bradley led you back up the rocks while he carried Rose and all the gear. As soon as the sun started to set, the wind picked up and the air got chilly. Even though you nursed Rose, you knew she was going to need to eat again so she could fall asleep.
"Oh, you still have to unwrap your present," you told Bradley when you got home and walked past the living room table.
"Right now?" he asked with a smirk.
"If you want to."
He started to take your shirt off, and you ducked out of his grasp with a laugh. "Not me!"
"I don't want anything else though," he rasped, still reaching for you, but you pushed him toward Rose on her play mat instead.
"She needs a quick bath while you open your present, and then I'll give you a blowjob after she's in her crib."
"Hell yes," Bradley muttered, scooping up the baby and the wrapped gift and heading for the bathroom. You filled up Rosie's little tub, and he set her down in the water then started unwrapping the present but keeping his attention mostly on his daughter. 
"Do you like it?" you asked over your shoulder, and then he realized he was holding a book. A book about him and you and Rose and Tramp.
Bradley flipped through the pages, staring in awe at the cartoon versions of his family. Each of you had been drawn as a superhero, and even the sketched version of Tramp was wearing a little red cape.
"This is the cutest thing I have ever seen. How did you get this?"
"I had it made," you told him. "I sent photos of all of us to a local artist, and she created the book for you."
"Damn," he whispered, tears in his eyes as he looked at each page again. "I'm such a sappy mess now, I swear." Then he sat down on the floor next to you while you rinsed the sand from Rose's tiny feet and started to read the book out loud. "Once upon a time, the Super Bradshaw Family was just about to eat dinner when Super Dad Bradley's phone rang. The city of San Diego needed help, and there was nobody better to turn to."
The story was fun, and the drawings were silly, and he just knew Rose would probably adore this book when she got a little bit older. And he was so lucky he had a wife who did things like turn him into a cartoon superhero for Father's Day and make him a four course picnic lunch.
He also had a wife who dropped to her knees as soon as they were alone. You looked up at him as you pulled his shorts and underwear down to his thighs, kissing his cock as you whispered, "There's my Super Daddy Bradley."
He grinned as he pulled his shirt off as well, enjoying how pretty you looked below his flat abs with your hand cupping his balls. "You absolutely own me, Baby Girl. I'm a fucking wreck for you. I'm all tattooed for my girls now. If you want me to be your Super Daddy, you know I will be."
You licked your lips and parted them, and then Bradley was in heaven.
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I need Jer to have a dad. I need it in my bones. I also need Bradley to have a sensational 38th birthday before he packs his bags and goes to La Jolla with his wife for three days in bed. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
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