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[tongues--and--teeth]

Toxic doomed old man soulmate yaoi. Is that anything?

Progress flipped vanilla

[albi-bumblebee]

Snupin

[ugly-bug-starscream]

Hi! I love this AU sooooooo much and ended up writing this little fic at like 3 AM about the dads' first encounter with baby superion lol. I might make a couple more chapters and/or post it to ao3 later but this is what i have for now. I don't know if everything in here would line up with your planned story but i gave it my best shot!

also i gave superion they/them pronouns in this for no other reason than "i felt like it"

enjoy! :)

-Anonymous Corvid

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"CONTACT"

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Superion had never really been before, so it was rather a shock when they suddenly realized that they were.

Their smaller-selves’ sensory networks all briefly flickered in a panic, each trying to process the incoming information from one another. Thankfully, it took mere nanokliks for them to even out, allowing Superion to online their optics for the first time and look around and think for the first time.

And think they did: What were they? Why were they? They had memories of being small and many, but now they were one and vast and the world around them was so much more fragile.

The soldiers around them were practically the size of toys, and even the Decepticon warship in the air above didn’t look to be that much bigger than Superion themself.

It all began to slowly come back to them as they noted the blades of grass between their fingers [So soft and fluffy, the part of Superion that was Fireflight hummed]. That was right; they’d snuck onto the surface and followed their Creator's research team because they’d wanted to see the kinds of things their Creator was studying. It had all been going well, but then…

…then the Decepticons had come. With a warship and full intent to wipe their Creator’s surface research team off of the map. The Aerialbots had had no choice but to reveal themselves when their hiding place was destroyed, and after that, everything had gone to the Pit.

[The part of Superion that was Slingshot shuddered as they recalled trying to fly away, only to be knocked out of the air by a stray laser blast to the wing.] Their smaller-selves had all gathered around their downed brother to try and protect him, but this had backfired horribly. From so high above the ground, the warship did not see a group of frightened children, but rather a group of concentrated targets. It had targeted them automatically with the massive beam cannon located on its front.

They should have all died the moment the cannon fired. So how…?

Oh.

Creator. Their Creator had put himself between them and the blast.

Skyfire was someone all of their smaller-selves remembered having to crane their neck up towards if they wanted to look him in the optics, but as Superion they dwarfed him—not helped by the fact he was still sprawled out on the ground after being struck by the warship’s massive beam cannon. The shuttle’s heat-shielding was desiged to survive atmospheric re-entry. It had saved him from being killed outright, but a chunk of his right wing was missing, and most of his armor was burned and blackened.

[All repairable injuries if he can get to a medic soon, but he’d be completely grounded until then, the part of Superion that was Skydive noted.]

Watching their Creator struggle to try and rise to his knees, Superion knew he would not be able get out of the way in time to avoid the next blast—and that one would kill him.

Their Creator’s conjunx was continuing to harry the warship from the air. [He’d returned so recently that it still felt strange to call Starscream a Creator, the part of them that was Silverbolt thought.] He tried to draw the ship's attention long enough for Skyfire to escape, but to no avail.

Finally, Superion remembered: they’d come into being with a purpose, one that blared in their mind loudly: protect.

With a wordless screech, Superion rose from behind their Creator and moved.

They couldn’t quite walk; walking implied a level of coordination between their body parts’ minds that Superion didn’t possess. No, the motion was more of a wild, feral scramble on their hands and knees, crawling and leaping and dragging themselves towards the ship. They carved deep tracks into the earth as they flung themselves between their creators and the warship with startling speed.

[The part of Superion that was Air Raid recalled how Starscream had taught him to defend himself—namely, how to fight dirty.] With both servos, they grabbed onto the exposed end of the cannon and crushed it as if they were trying to snap someone’s neck. The firing sequence had already begun, though, and the energy within exploded inside of the cannon, nearly tearing the ship in half.

Superion didn’t stop there, though. As long as it remained in the air, the contraption was a threat. So they kept going—ripping and tearing and ripping and tearing and ripping and tearing and—

They did not know how long they spent clawing at what was now essentially a pile of scrap metal on the ground—only that at some point, they realized there wasn’t anything substantial enough left to tear apart. They looked up from where they’d previously been on their hands and knees in a trance, cycling their optics a few times as they realized that everyone was staring at them.

Both sides had paused in their fighting to gape at Superion. Even the bots that their smaller-selves knew personally seemed to be frozen in a mix of awe and terror.

Superion let out a panicked whimper as they realized that everyone was afraid of them. They brought up a servo to hide their face, wishing they could shrink down and disappear and never be seen again. Creator didn’t want Superion. He was scared of them. They were a monster and nobody would want a monster for a child.

They shuddered ever so slightly when a loud thud echoed from somewhere nearby. They uncovered their visor to see their Creator standing shakily, supported by Starscream. At some point during the chaos, it seemed like Ratchet had been able to weld the worst of his injuries shut, but he was still in rough shape.

What really stuck out, however, is the horrified expression in his optics.

“Damn it, Sky! This isn’t the Iacon 5000, you need to take it slow or you’re going to tear those welds right open.”

“Our childrenare in distress, Star. I am not going to take anything slow until I’m sure they’re—oof!" A heavy thud resounded as Skyfire attempted to run and almost immediately pitched forward, falling to one knee.

“See? You’re in no shape to be running. We’re not going to lose track of a combiner the size of a small building in the thirty nanoklicks it’ll take to get over there; now quit being such a self-sacrificing moron and walk slowly.”

They were getting closer…Oh Primus. They hid their face again, because Creator was coming and he was scared of them and mad at them and he hated them and he was going to throw them away they’d be exiled they’d be—

Superion only notices the tiny, strangled noises of distress coming from their vocalizer when their Creator’s hand comes to rest gently against their knee.

Their fields brush against each other, and where Superion expects to feel [fear-anger-hurt] there’s instead a gentle push of [calm-safe-protect], underpinned by [worry-concern-love].

…Oh.

It finally dawned on them.

Their Creator and his conjunx were not afraid of Superion; they were afraid for them and their smaller-selves.

Superion tried to ignore the fact that something was leaking out from beneath their visor and listen to their Creator as he spoke, offering them a tired smile.

“Hello there. I don’t think we’ve met before, even though…well, it seems I created you. Do you have a name?”

Superion tried a few times to speak, but they couldn’t quite articulate anything in this form. It all came out as a jumble of static and random syllables.

“Oh, dear…maybe writing would be easier?”

They perked up a little at that, shoving a finger into the nearby dirt. Their “handwriting” was uncoordinated and a bit sloppy in much the same way as their ability to move, but they managed to scratch out their name in the ground.

“…Superion. That’s a good name. I wish it could be under better circumstances, but…welcome to the family.” The shuttle gives him a big hug, before suddenly narrowing his eyes.

“…also, you’re grounded for a week after this stunt.”

Superion’s audial horns dip down as all of their smaller-selves internally grumbled in unison.

“Don’t give me that look! You nearly got yourself killed and you scared us halfway to death.”

“Uh…how are we even going to enforce that?” Starscream piped up. “I’m—I’m not sure they’ll fit in the house, even if everything’s sized with you in mind.”

“…Good question. That’s...a problem for future us, I think…” Skyfire shuttered his optics and sagged to the ground, unable to hold himself upright anymore even with his conjunx’s support. Starscream sighed and glanced up at Superion.

“You’re also carrying this big lug home.”

when I tell you I’ve been reading this over and over since last night AAAHHGHSH IM OBSESSED WITH THISDV IM GONNA CRYYISHSH

SUPERION BABY YOU ARE EVERYTHINH… AND YOUR DADS LOVE YOUUUUUU

if you consider making more i will be first in line!!! THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH.. IT MADE MY NIGHT

[wontechno]

SJY- Written in the Hallways

pairing: highschool au! sim jake x fem!reader

summary: she was just the quiet girl in the background, and he was the boy everyone wanted—but somehow, he chose her. what started with one clumsy hallway moment turned into late-night texts, beach walks, and kisses that made the world stop. it felt like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. but even the best love stories have a twist... and not every “forever” goes as planned.

w.c: 1.7k

warning: fluff, like really cringey fluff. lowercase intended!

a/n: so this one was too fluffy for me to add the smut and stuff that i wanted so part 2 will have more angst and smut :d be aware tho hehe. thank you for the 60 followers <3

sim jaeyun was undeniably the most perfect man you have met.

he is also the first man you ever truly love. you experienced so many firsts with him—first date, first kiss, first “i love you,” and even your first time.

you two officially met on the first day of your final year in secondary school, even though you had attended the same school since primary. you just never acknowledged each other. you definitely knew who he was—everyone knew who he was. he was jake sim: the shy, nerdy, yet undeniably attractive guy who was always surrounded by his extremely popular friends that everyone wanted to be close to.

but you?

you were just there. a shadow. only going to school to get it over with and finally escape brisbane—escape this horrible place with its even worse memories. no one really knew you. they only pretended to be your friend so they could get answers off of you. you wished they’d just leave you alone, but you were too nice to say no. so you gave them what they wanted, just to make them go away faster. you told yourself you were content with your two real friends and living life being in the background.

at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔:･ੈ𑁍༘⋆⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

the way you met jake was painfully cliché. you were walking through the hallway, passing classmates chatting about what they did over the break. your eyes were glued to the floor as you talked with your friends, humming in response whenever they asked you something. you were too distracted to notice that you’d walked straight into someone.

of course, that someone was jake.

you felt yourself falling backward, eyes shutting tight as you braced for the impact—but it never came. instead, you felt a firm tug on your wrist and a hand on your waist.

“woah, that was close,” jake said, eyes wide as they met your equally shocked ones.

the way you two were standing felt like something straight out of a movie. you stood there speechless, still in jake’s arms, completely hypnotized by his deep brown eyes.

hearing your two friends giggle behind you snapped you back to reality. without thinking, you pulled away and started rambling, your gaze locked on the floor again.

“i’m so sorry! i wasn’t looking where i was going and i should’ve, but to be honest with you i—”

“hey, hey, it’s okay,” jake interrupted gently, his expression softening. “it was my fault too. i wasn’t looking where i was going either.”

“oh,” you said quietly, your eyes meeting his again. “still, i’m sorry.”

jake chuckled, a soft smile forming on his lips. “i’m jake, by the way. you’re y/n, right?”

you nodded, then froze. wait… how did jake know your name? you’d never talked to him before. you didn’t have any mutual friends. plus you two were in different crowds.

before you could ask, the bell rang.

“ah, that’s the bell. we should head to class,” your friend said, grabbing your arm from behind.

“oh, yeah. i should go too. bye, y/n. i’ll see you around,” jake said, smiling wider as you stood there frozen. then he turned and walked toward his classroom.

“now what the fuck was that, y/n?” “yeah, you turned into a robot in front of jake sim!” your two friends burst into laughter, dragging you to your homeroom.

“i think i just died,” you muttered, slumping into your seat once you reached your classroom, while they continued to giggle about what just happened.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔:･ੈ𑁍༘⋆⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

from the moment you met jake sim, you started seeing him everywhere. as the school year went on, you began to notice that he would make an effort to talk to you—what started as simple greetings in the hallway gradually turned into mini conversations. your friends constantly questioned your relationship with him, but you always brushed it off, saying he was just being friendly.

but here you were now, standing in the library, frozen in place, face tomato-red and mouth slightly agape.

in front of you stood jake, holding a small bouquet of flowers, a nervous smile on his face.

“what?” you blurted out, as if you’d misheard him.

jake glanced to the side, trying to calm himself before speaking again.

“i was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me? this saturday at twelve?”

still trying to process his words, all you could manage was a soft, stunned, “oh.”

jake’s smile faltered slightly as he rushed to fill the silence. “only if you want to, of course! you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to.”

your eyes widened. “ah! no—i meant no to what you just asked, not no to the date,” you said quickly, correcting yourself and trying to collect your thoughts. “sorry, i sound confusing, huh? my answer to the date is yes,” you added, smiling softly at him.

you watched as jake’s eyes lit up, his own smile spreading across his face. “no, not at all. your rambling is… very adorable,” he said gently.

you blushed hard, ducking your head slightly before speaking again. “so… saturday at twelve?”

“yes. i’ll pick you up,” jake replied, handing you the flowers carefully. “just text me your address—and maybe your favorite flowers too.”

“wait, i don’t have your number though,” you said, tilting your head slightly—until you noticed a small card tucked into the bouquet.

“now you do,” jake said, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. “i have to go to soccer practice now, but… text me, okay?”

“okay,” you said softly.

jake beamed, then turned around to leave—but just a few steps away, he turned back to look at you and gave you a little wave.

you waved back, your heart fluttering.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔:･ੈ𑁍༘⋆⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

you heard a knock on your door at exactly 12 p.m. sharp. as you opened the door, jake stood there with a bright smile and a lovely bouquet of your favorite flowers that you oh so texted him about. as you both walked towards his car, he began telling you the plan for the day: first, the amusement park, then a walk along the beach, and finally, a lovely dinner to end the night.

oh how you couldn't feel any more excitement for it.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔:･ੈ𑁍༘⋆⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

your date with jake is going surprisingly well.

everything felt easy with him. whether it was begging him to ride the pirate ship to face his fears, or watching him eat a hot dog but the sausage falling out once he bit it— laughing loudly together, or walking barefoot on the beach as the waves lapped at your feet—every moment felt warm, genuine, and unforgettable.

but one question still lingered.

why had jake started noticing you in the first place?

when you finally found the courage to ask, his answer made your breath catch in your throat.

“i’ve always noticed you,” he said quietly, as you both sat on the sand staring at the sunset. “you were just too busy in your own world to see me.”

you didn’t know what to say. the honesty in his voice, the softness in his gaze—it made your heart beat so fast that you were scared of it popping out of your chest.

as the evening went on, you began to notice that he picked up on all the small things. the way he remembered details you’d mentioned in passing weeks ago—your favorite song, the way you tie your hair to focus, even the fact that you liked the skittles more than the m&ms.

he remembered it all.

and now, all you could feel was your heart racing, pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it too.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔:･ੈ𑁍༘⋆⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

after dinner, your date ended with jake driving you home.

“ugh, i’m so full,” you groaned, leaning back in your seat. jake chuckled, glancing over at you with a grin. “well, i’m just glad you liked the food.”

“liked it? i think it’s my new favorite restaurant,” you smiled, then your voice softened as you noticed he was already pulling up to your driveway. “i really enjoyed today.”

as jake put the car in park, he looked at you. your eyes met, and he spoke quietly, “i’m glad you did. i did too.”

in that moment, the world around you seemed to pause. you both leaned in, slowly, until your lips met—soft and sweet, your hearts syncing through the kiss.

you were the first to pull away, your breath catching as your eyes met his again.

“let me walk you to your door,” jake whispered, still just inches away, his gaze locked on yours like he didn’t want to look away.

you nodded, still breathless, watching as jake quickly got out of the car and jogged around to open your door. he held out his hand, and when you took it, his fingers laced naturally with yours.

you led the way to your door, your hands still intertwined.

as you reached the doorstep, you turned to him with a soft smile. “thank you again, jake.”

“call me jaeyun,” he murmured, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering a little longer than necessary.

“okay… jaeyun,” you whispered, before leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. then, flustered and grinning, you turned and darted inside, hiding behind the door.

“i’ll see you at school, yeah?” you called out, peeking through the crack with a shy smile.

“yeah,” jaeyun beamed, eyes shining.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔:･ੈ𑁍༘⋆⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

after your first date, you and jaeyun went on four more before making it official. each one brought you closer—filled with laughter, shared secrets, and soft, lingering glances that said more than words ever could.

as time passed and graduation approached, you had already met his parents, and he had met yours. the nerves had faded quickly, replaced by warmth and easy conversations that made everything feel right.

both of you had hoped to start your next chapter together—side by side—as university students, ready to take on a new world hand in hand.

but who knows that your world with jaeyun will be tumbling down….

PART 2 COMING SOON!!

⟡ ©𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘 | 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 -©𝚆𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙽𝙾 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳- 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙻 𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝚆𝙰𝚈! 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝚈𝙾𝚄!

[lanabuckybarnes]

Fucking you (literally)

18+ Minors DNI

(I don’t own any of the photos, credits to their original owners)

No thoughts just thinking about the different Bucky’s and the many ways they’d fuck.

Warnings: a few kinks mentioned in there: spanking, face sitting, hair pulling, phone sex, the winter soldier (he’s mean)

If I’ve missed any more warnings let me know

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40s Bucky is service top 98% of the time, he loves seeing you become immersed in pleasure, you’d think it was him feeling the way he touches you whenever you’d looked at his bliss-filled face. He just absolutely wants and needs you to be completely fucked out and slurring your words with how well he’s satisfied you. That other 2% of the time though, he’s a fucking tease. You want a kiss, he’s pulling away with a tut, that wide grin getting impossibly wider as you whine to him.

If you’re like that with just a kiss imagine how you’d react if he had you flat on your back, dress and underwear thrown somewhere in the room, at this point you didn’t give a fuck. His lips ghost over your stomach, leaving chaste kisses and hot breaths in their wake. Just when he gets to that spot you so desperately want him, he’s away- your thighs needed more marks he’d say. The way only one of his hands would be able to hold you down while he relentlessly teased you, the other either gripping your breast or holding your hand.

Also, breeding kink??

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The Winter Soldier. I honestly don’t think this man would fuck at all but, in this scenario let’s say he partook in it. He is the only Bucky Barnes that I genuinely think would be fully rough, you need mean? You’ve got it. He doesn’t care about your pleasure, he uses you as a release (consensually of course), pushing your face down into the covers and ploughing you. He’d smack your ass so hard as well and leave you sore for weeks because of them, people would normally ask if you were ok but they hear the way he destroys you, they don’t need an explanation as to why you can’t sit down.

I don’t think he’d be entirely heartless, he’d probably feel quite horrible about the huge red marks blooming on your cheeks but you’d reassure him that you loved it, loved the way he used you.

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Civil War Bucky needs someone to take the wheel. He’s so used to having someone control him and it’s hard to shake that immediately. He just needs soft words in his ears while you ride him slowly, sometimes he’s just happy to let you sit there with his cock in you. Civil War Bucky is so whiny, I just imagine him constantly with a veiny hand over his mouth to hide his pitiful moans, his deep blue eyes wet with tears, never leaving you as you suck his thick length nice and good.

On some occasions, Civil War Bucky will try to take the lead but more often than not he’ll flunk out halfway through, flip you over so you’re sitting on top of him and beg you to ride his face until you make a mess of him. Lives for eating pussy, almost cums in his pants when you pull on his hair.

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I skipped 3 eras because they’re the same as Civil War Bucky but FATWS Bucky is like a mix of them all.

When he’s in a foul mood he either needs you to ruin him or he needs to ruin you.

He likes it when you dress all pretty for him when you put on a nice outfit and some pretty silk undies so he can unwrap you, godddd damn.

Since he’s on missions a lot you came to him with the idea of phone sex, or sending videos and pics of each other. To begin with, he was very apprehensive of the whole idea but one long mission later and his cock was hard and his hand wasn’t cutting it. He’d sigh and pick up the phone, noting the late hour over where you were staying. He knew you probably wouldn’t be awake but his finger had pressed call before he even knew it.

Surprisingly you picked up with a cute lil “hey baby” and a soft smile he could hear in your words. His cheeks were beet red when he began to talk about the whole phone sex thing, you helped calm him down though. Suddenly with your sultry voice in his ear, his thrusts into his hand felt so much better. He came hard that night and after saying his Goodnights to you he took a mental note to do that every mission.

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I’m ovulating can you tell?

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[9:35 pm]

“I don’t think it’s ever been this quiet when I’ve been here,” you told Fratboy!Jaehyun.

He laughed, “you’ve spent the night before haven’t you?”

“Well, yeah but you have nocturnal friends. I can wake up in the middle of the night and find 3 people awake and yelling at their computers,” you reply, playing with Jaehyun’s fingers.

“I think Taeyong offered to buy them all dinner or something,” Jaehyun shrugs running his unoccupied hand through your hair.

“For all of them?! That’s a lot of money!”

“He left out that they’d all be sharing McDonald’s nuggets and fries, I think he wanted to give us some alone time.”

You blinked up at Jaehyun innocently, “what could we possibly do with all this privacy?”

A cocky smirk took over his handsome features, "I can think of a few things."

Your laugh at his cheesiness was interrupted by his mouth meeting your own. Your hand untangled from his own in favor for meeting the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. His lips were warm and slightly chapped as his lips met your own for a chaste kiss. He pressed a series of close mouthed kisses to your lips before he slowly trailed the kisses to your neck.

"Love you Jaehyun," You sighed dreamily, distracted by the kisses that were being placed against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Yooo, what is goin' on?!" You heard.

Your eyes snapped open instantly while you pushed Jaehyun off of you to straighten out your shirt and try to act natural. Though it was entirely too late for that now based on the fact that Mark was standing in the doorway and you heard the rest of the goons running over.

You groaned, burying your face in the pillows to hide away from the upcoming onslaught of questions. Seconds later you heard them talking over one another, "what happened?" "What were you doing in Jaehyun's bed?" "What's on your neck?" "Why is Jaehyun on the floor?"

"Yo, so I came in and they were all over each other kissing and moaning and all gross with each other and then I heard, I love you Jaehyun," Mark recounted as he imitated your voice (quite horribly).

"When did that happen?" Johnny asked.

"Why wouldn't you tell us?" Yuta quickly added.

"Why wouldn't you pick me?!" Haechan screamed.

Jaehyun shot him an annoyed look before he sighed and addressed the rest of the group, "I wasn't ready to tell you guys because I knew you guys would get weird. Like, I get it, we're all friends but I don't really know why I owe you all these answers."

"Hello!" Johnny interrupts, "We live together, we're best friends, we want to see you happy- both of you."

"I just wanted us to have a little more time to ourselves before you guys all got too overbearing," Jaehyun replies sheepishly. At the sight of his ears starting to turn red, you take his hand into your grasp and rub your thumb on the back of his hand comfortingly.

"When have we ever been overbearing?" Doyoung asks.

"Mark came in without asking or knocking and now there are 6 guys standing in the room and 2 sitting on the bed. Before you all found out I'd get a text from at least one of you each week telling me to make a move because it was painful to watch us pine after each other and Jaehyun would quote never have the balls to make a move," you deadpan.

"Is that so wrong of us?" Jungwoo questions from the foot of the bed with puppy eyes.

"Yes!" You and Jaehyun exclaim.

"We were practically on the brink of making love," Jaehyun replies.

Mark laughs, "No you weren't bro." You snort, using a hand to cover your laugh before you try to mask it as a cough and avoiding Mark's gaze to avoid laughing.

"You can leave now," Jaehyun snaps, snatching his hand from your hold to cross his arms over his chest.

They all grumble as they shuffle out and roll their eyes. You go to speak but Jaehyun stops you with his index finger held up, "Haechan, that means you too. Get out."

"Whatever, you're my least favorite half of this couple anyway. When you get tired off his flat ass, call me," Haechan scoffs.

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a/n: little shit haechan is my favorite recurring character in jaehyun works bc i love him

[olicohens]

oh no you guys. i’m going to spew things i’ve realized while rewatching umbrella academy. I’m realizing were all being too sucked into fanon things after being stuck without canon content for so long. We have convinced ourselves Five acts like a mean mean dude to everyone but rewatching, i’ve realized he’s only stressed and is saying things out of panicked anger, especially in s1 with the apocalypse dooming over them. he acts soft to his siblings multiple times, he’s really not as mean as we write him in fanfiction. he is a little crap though, that’s for sure, and i love him for that <3

also realizing that the siblings don’t hate five. they just literally don’t know him at all. he came back a completely different person after 17 years for the siblings, they don’t know five, he’s a stranger so of course they’re gonna be cold to him. it’s like, “i don’t know you well, but you’re always going to be my brother in the end”.

ALSO. for those who ship some of the siblings, uhm… i’ve seen a lot of you guys try to prove that they don’t see eachother as siblings and more like academy students, but they very much say in just about every episode that they see eachother as siblings. they don’t actually SAY that word by word but they say things like “she’s our sister”, or “our dad”. if they say OUR dad… bro. i’m not even going to continue, you can put it together yourself. But, i do realize why people ship the siblings. I am not defending incest shippers but with umbrella academy i can see why people have resorted to it. only 3 of the characters in the main sibling cast has romantic partners. people like shipping people, people love writing romantic relationships, but with only diego/lila, dave/klaus, and sissy/viktor, (i’m not going to count five/dolores for now) people are desperate with the need to ship the rest of the siblings with someone, and since there are only a few actual canon characters in the show that interact with our main 7, people start shipping them together… yikes. anywho, that’s all for that peice. i blame the show writers as well for shipping luther/allison, they did not have to do that, but i’m hoping it was only to convey the severity of what childhood trauma does to people.

ALSO THIS HERE SHOOK ME. I actually think Reginald cares for the siblings. i hate to say it, but it’s true. caring for them does not mean being good, though. he was a horrible father, and person, but he genuinely did care for the siblings, in a like, “being the best is the best thing for you, i will make you better, for your sake, even if you don’t know it now, you will see that i am right” kind of way.

also why has NOBODY MENTIONED THIS. in season 2 when diego first reunites with five in the asylum, while he’s walking into the visitors room, he’s staring at five with this heartfelt, soft look, and then says “five…” in the most soft spoken voice ever 😭 your honor i love them

ALSO UGHHH THIS. IM GOING TO FREAK OUT ABOUT CAMERAWORK AND METAPHORS HERE SO BARE WITH ME. we as a fandom complain about the lack of flashbacks five has due to his ptsd. we’ve seen his first flashback since getting back to his family in s1 during the van scene when he gets triggered by those kids playing and starts thinking about his own childhood, i’m guessing. i ate that scene up, and was sad to see that be one of the only deeply vulnerable scenes he has in the season, and during my first watch i thought they’d never bring it back up. but they do!! i may be stupid for not realizing but whatever. in season 2, when five is trying to explain at elliot’s with all his siblings around that another apocalypse is coming, everyone starts talking about each other. as someone who studies film and camerawork, i love this scene. we see the camera focus on five as it slowly zooms in. it doesn’t switch scenes at all as the siblings voices overlap and echo over eachother. this whole scene conveys him getting overwhelmed and he starts to zone out, starting to think of the nuclear war he saw his siblings in. the scenes of the war start quickly switching through, showing many different scenes of it before it switches back to five, who says “guys, you all die. i want to forget it but i can’t” which just UGH its so well done there. if you think about it, he was starting to slip into another flashback. he was triggered by talking about their deaths in the war but was handling it well until the siblings started fighting, where we see the overlapping voices happen. it portrays him losing control and being unable to pull it back together with too much going on for him to focus on grounding himself. we DO however, see that five was able to pull himself out before he fell too deep into the flashback. i love how they show this through them still having the scene showing the war, but then fives voice starts talking over the scene which is still focusing on the war as if he was pushing it back and forcing himself to come back to the present.

thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far, i will continue to freak out another time <3

[sakashq]

I know you see jude leading the polls.. give the people something cute 🫶

maybe based off a laufey song?

love your work btw! glad you’re making a comeback ❤️🥹

While You Were Sleeping 𝜗𝜚 jude b. x black!oc

🫐 Josie always knew she was in love with him, but she never knew the feelings were reciprocated.

🫐 no warnings. just vibes <3

🫐 this one’s for jay ( @be11ingham ) as her man lost HORRIBLY today to the goats of laliga😣. i feel for you babe💔

𝜗𝜚 It’d been about three months of Josie and Jude seeing each other, the two meeting about six months ago. Originally, the pair were just good friends, occasionally hanging out and frequently supporting each other. When Jude had a match, Josie was there wearing his name on her back. Every basketball game Josie played in, Jude was there too, hyping her up while she was on the court.

For ages, the friends were seen as a couple in the media before the two even solidified their feelings for each other. Jude fell for her first, seeing the real her after only two months of knowing each other.

Never did he think she’d feel the same, so he tried to get back up, leaving his feelings for her down on the ground. But everytime he saw her, there he was— falling right back where he started. She always had a way of pulling him in, even though she didn’t know it.

Josie didn’t start falling until a month later. She remembers the exact day like it just happened, keeping the memory in a safe spot in her locket of a brain.

Jude had shown up to one of her games, which wasn’t peculiar until she saw what was in his hands—a bouquet of her favorite flowers and chocolates. She had only mentioned lillies once and it was ages ago, but he still remembered. Josie had always said, “to be loved is to be seen” and in that moment she felt like he had really seen her. Her heart melted and so had the chocolates, since she had accidentally kept them in her car for a bit too long.

A week later they had their first official date. The dates continued and lillies kept showing up at her doorstep. They were both in so deep. It wasn’t until this particular night, where the now couple were spending it watching a movie in Josie’s bed, did they know. Who knew that three words, eight letters, could change everything.

Josie lay in Jude’s arms, cuddled up to him as they watched Titanic. It had always been one of Josie’s favorites and now it was Jude’s. The two had seen it together a million times, but they’d never get tired of it. Jude had said once a month ago, “Our Love is like Jack and Rose.”

When Josie heard the ‘L’ word, she froze and pretended she didn’t hear what he said. Jude didn’t repeat himself and his cheeks flushed with pink. It was too early for it to be seen as Love, why had he said it? He spent the rest of that night overthinking on whether or not Josie could ever Love him.

Tonight he wouldn’t find out but she would, as he played with her curls and had his eyes glued to the TV. He could probably recite these lines himself now but if it made Josie happy, he was too.

He looked down at Josie for a second as he had noticed her breathing pattern changed. It was slower, softer— she had fallen asleep.

“Josie?” He said softly, gently poking her to see if she was still half-awake. She didn’t budge at all, so he decided to turn the movie off and fall asleep too.

But he couldn’t. Beauty was lying in his arms, sleeping soundly and disrupting his own sleep. If he wasn’t in Love with her would he have already fallen asleep? He asked himself. Jude then asked himself the question again— this time realizing he had said the word. Love.

“I Love you,” he told his sleeping beauty, giving him the closure to those feelings he had developed what felt like forever ago. He could finally accept the fact that he Loved her, even if she wasn’t awake to hear it.

But in a “sleeping” Josie’s head, she had said it back. “I Love you, too, Jude.”

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ DTS . . . @ar4ujos @halfwayhearted @iovepoem @pedriache @joaoflms <3

[scarlet-m00ns]

I am losing my mind waiting for the golden raven so here are my predictions/hopes:

Jeremy’s younger brother reveal (dead or alive) If dead I’m leaning towards the OD theory but when I first read tsc I thought it would have something to do with driving

Jean meets one or all of Jeremy’s family (probably Bryson) and is instantly hostile when he sees how they treat Jeremy

Kevin brings Neil and Andrew with him to the interview

Kevin will do all the talking but the interviewer will ask Jean a question directly and he’ll say something unintentionally rude

Jeremy watching Kevin and Jean interacting like a tennis match trying to work out the relationship because they argue like exs

Lucas and Jean make up/tentative friendship (I want Lucas to be redeemed)

Hugs/Jean initiating a hug (please)

Jeremy and Neil beef

The opposite with Jeremy and Andrew idk why I think they’d have mutual respect but also they wouldn’t speak to each other ever. Jeremy being polite and Andrew staring him down so he backs away slowly

Jealous Jeremy!

Andrew speaking multiple words!!!

Jeremy finds out about the Moriyama’s or at least suspects even if Jean won’t confirm (yet)

Cody/Ananya/Pat

Jean tells Jeremy his sister is dead and they bond over dead siblings…

Elodie is not dead (shut up let me be in denial) maybe the fbi find her during their investigation (probably book 3)

JereJean kiss but that’s it. Jean ends up pushing him away and then Jeremy feels guilty

When they do get together there will be a lot of rumours that Jean is ‘up to his old tricks again’

Jeremy punching someone for suggesting Jean is sleeping his way to the top

Chaos at the banquet

Cat teaching Jean to ride a motorbike as promised

Jean saying ‘have a winning day’ all deadpan and the others finding it hilarious

The first game will go terribly with Jean using Raven tactics and not being able to control his temper (gets a red card) As captain Jeremy has to ‘reprimand’ him but can’t do it, it’s like kicking a puppy because he knows what’s going through Jean’s head

Jean saying he CAN’T fail when the first game goes badly and Jeremy hearing the truth in it and realising Jean is still in danger and he worries maybe leading to Jean telling him the truth

Jeremy is suspicious about Grayson’s death but I don’t think he will work it out unless something else happens

When he does find out I have no idea which way he will go because on one hand Jeremy knows Grayson deserves it but Jean purposely causing someone’s death might scare him a bit (even if it wasn’t Jean’s idea)

Saw someone say Jeremy’s family might be connected to the Moriyama’s and my first reaction was No not everyone is involved in the mafia BUT they said maybe (since they are involved in politics) they might be enabling them/covering for them somehow which could be true. And that would cause a lot of angst with Jeremy realising someone close to him is partly responsible to the horrible things that happened to Jean and people like him

Jeremy or Cat/Laila will see the magnets and then start buying new ones :(

Cat draws a < next to Jean’s 3 to make a heart :(

JereJean have a bad argument at the end leaving them not talking because Nora is cruel

I forgot about JereJean pottery!!! Jeremy will be shit at it but he’s just happy to be there and Jean will be surprisingly really good (could be the other way around as a way of Jean leaning to enjoy things even if he’s not good at them)

Bonus: I will be sobbing at least five separate times

[yappielestappie]

Some lestappen thoughts in these trying times:

I think Max and Charles have a bond unlike anyone else in F1, even though they’re not that close of friends. I’d even go so far as to say they’re trauma bonded.

We all know Jos was downright horrible. It’s quite reasonable to assume that this was very hard on Max as a child, and that he felt alienated and alone (recall the quote of him saying it would’ve been nice to be able to play football with kids his age, sometimes). The only times he got to hang around with kids his age was on the race track. And who was always there? Always at the top? Always challenging him? Charles Leclerc.

Charles, meanwhile, had the opposite. He had a entire support system built around his racing career. He had both brothers and his godfather with him, and a fathers love to guide him through. In his teens, he lost both Jules and his father, and suddenly, the only consistent familiar part of racing that remainder from his childhood, would have been Max.

Meanwhile, while Charles was suffering this loss, Max was in Formula 1, in a top team, doing quite well, and had picked up a support system (albeit a likely limited one) in Daniel Riccardo. I think Charles was extremely jealous of Max when he also got to F1 in 2018. Their whole lives, they’d been opponents, and then Max beat him to F1 by 3 years & had everything Charles did not (a good seat, a father, an older F1 driver to guide him). I also think that’s why the Austria 2019 podium ended up being such a big conflict. It was a lot more than just a win to Charles. It was proving himself.

Now, they’ve both matured (Daniel helped Max and Seb helped Charles). They can look back on their karting days fondly, and they both recognize that the only real supportive part of their karting careers that still remains, is each other. All the hatred they had for one another has turned into support, and a kind of respect that very few drivers have for one another.

They have something special. It’s undeniable. There’s no other drivers on the grid that have history anything like them (Pierresteban could be discussed but that’s a whole mess). And now I think they’re old enough to realize they have something special.

Max genuinely cares about Charles. It’s obvious. Their racing is so much different to anyone else Max goes wheel to wheel with. Leclerc is the only driver I’ve ever seen him apologize to. The whole “Charlie I’ve got a space for you!” Thing is still blowing my mind. Max talks about Charles like he’s the only one Max actually wants to race, like Charles is the only person worthy of challenging him. He rates Charles over everyone else even when he fucks up “come on Charles man, too many mistakes” comes to mind.

And Charles is the same way right back, he just usually has a bit more shame. It’s worth noting that he speaks highly about a lot of other drivers, but Max always seems special. He compliments max out the wazoo sometimes. It’s clear that he sees Max as the very best - as the benchmark to beat. But more than that, he defends Max just like we do. Charles always supports Max’s moves on Lando, even when they’re clearly in the wrong. He supports Max’s aggressive racing, claims to LIKE it even, when Max is being constantly harassed by the fans and media.

There’s something between them. Some unspoken reason why they support each other like this and the only conclusion I can come to is that the memories they have of each other are inseparable from their memories of racing. They’ve been competing at the top since they were 6 years old. They know how to be rivals better than they know how to do anything else in the world.

I don’t know if they ever hang out outside of F1. I don’t know if we’ll ever see them interact again once Max retires. But I do know that they’ve shaped each other in a way that will impact them until the day they die. Every untainted memory from their childhoods is about each other. All the memories of loss and abuse are separate to their memories of each other. They are the only thing that remains.

The most fundamental part of racing for Max, is beating Charles. And the most fundamental part of racing for Charles, is beating Max. Everyone else on the grid is irrelevant- an obstacle. They are two halves of the same story and I think that’s more beautiful than any romance book I’ve ever read.

oh anon you are so absolutely right. listen for me, it's the fact that we can talk all day about lestappen and ship them or let our imaginations and minds go wild with w/e but fundamentally? at the end of the day? there is also substance to it - even any form of fandom aside, there are simply facts about them that make them such a beautiful dynamic. there is something so mesmerizing about the level on which they drive, perform, their talents and skills and the way they grew up with and around each other in a sense. the beautiful juxtapositions, the red strings of fate, the way their paths kept crossing and intertwining even before they raced each other again (suzuka being max' first proper f1 test drives and then jules etc.)... there is just something cosmic about them that (as stated in some previous post) almost boils down to THEM BOTH BEING LIBRAS which is still driving me insane. the balance. the way this just screams UNIVERSE just as partners in life, as twin flames, as two sides of the same coin, two weights on a scale... again, not even saying this is related to the fandom angle of romance. like you said it almost runs deeper than that. and i, personally, refuse to be normal about it the same way the two of them are never truly normal about each other.

[benedictscanvas]

be still, my foolish heart [1] - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

series warnings: lots of language throughout, some allusions to smut but nothing explicit, a LOT of fucking fluff mostly ngl

a/n: eeeek i have been furiously writing this the last few days and now that a few chapters are done i'm desperate to share. chapters will be out regularly, every couple of days or so. really hope you lot enjoy this one, i'm so grateful for all the recent love <3

series summary: when jamie gets called up to the england team for the first time, he's terrified. enter you, all smiles and swearing, and suddenly his only fear is falling head over boots for you.

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chapter one: to be alone with you

Jamie hadn’t found himself this nervous in quite a while. He’d been worried when he came back to Richmond of course - trying to prove to his team that he’d changed, that he was there for the right reasons, was a challenge. But he’d overcome it and now he had a family for the rest of his life. He thought very little could make him properly nervous anymore.

That was until he was sat in his childhood home, clutching his mum for dear life as they waited for the England team to be officially announced, refreshing the page over and over and over again on his phone. When it appeared at 2pm like clockwork and his eyes scanned the list of forwards only to find the name Jamie Tartt as clear as day, he was up in a moment, him and his mum screaming as they hugged each other and bounced around the room.

It had been the same at Richmond the next day, the congratulations coming thick and fast. He was overwhelmed and excited and eager to chat to every single person who’d listen to him about his dream coming true, but the nerves only kicked in when he was sat in a car with tinted windows a couple of weeks later, arriving at the training ground for his first ever training sessions, which would turn into his first ever England matches in just a few weeks time.

He didn’t know anyone here apart from a few Manchester City players who he had never said goodbye to, so he had no idea what they’d think of him. Sometimes, on a not-so-good day, his mind would wander to the idea of his old City mates laughing together about the shit he’d gotten up to the night before on Lust Conquers All. He hated thinking about it. He knew seeing their faces again would make him think about it more.

It had only been a few days but he missed Sam. Isaac and Colin and Beard and Ted and Keeley and Roy. Roy would have something so simultaneously horrible and inspiring to say to him right now. Richmond had become such a family, it was difficult to imagine playing football with anyone else.

“This is it, Mr Tartt,” the driver says, and that makes him feel even worse because Mr Tartt is his dad and he is not his dad. He hadn’t even realised they’d pulled into a car park.

“Just Jamie, yeah?” he says rather than running away as he gets out of the car. The man smiled, passed him the suitcase that had been sat in the boot of the car and drove off without a word. Now he was really alone.

He pulled his headphones from around his neck and placed them on his head, putting the playlist that the boys had curated for him back on. Ted had made everyone make a playlist for the boys on international duty over the summer, ‘somethin’ to remind you of home’, he’d said, and Jamie had honestly thought it was weird.

Now he was listening to ‘Adventure of a Lifetime’ by Coldplay, added to the playlist by none other than Ted himself, and he had to admit - it was catchy. And it reminded him of home.

He looked around for the entrance and spotted one other young man who he recognised from Liverpool making his way in at an entrance to his left, so he made a beeline for it.

He was just reaching the doors when a woman leaned into his eyeline just enough to catch his attention, just ahead of the doors. He was quick to tear the headphones from his head to avoid looking rude - it was his worst fear.

“Sorry, did ya say somethin’?” he asked, trying to wear a bright smile even if he knew it would come off a little worn. You appeared unphased, wearing a far brighter grin that he knew he could ever manage. It was warm; you were warm. And incredibly pretty, even though he was less keen on how quickly he noticed that.

“I tried to tell them that this whole thing would be a bit awkward when you had headphones on,” you said, and as he stepped closer to have a conversation, it was easier to notice that you were actually quite flustered, the bright grin masking some embarrassment, “I’m part of the PR team, we’re just doing some content for the Instagram. Ask the players what music they’re listening to when they walk in, people go crazy for it. If you’re trying to become the summer’s heartthrob, I recommend saying Taylor Swift.”

“They’re supposed to tell the truth!” a man beside you piped up, all nasal, but Jamie barely spared him a glance. He was still a little caught up in how pretty you really were the closer he got. You were very fucking pretty now that he was a couple of metres away, leaning on the handle of his suitcase. He scolded himself for even thinking about flirting with you.

You, now looking at the man who’d spoken as if you’d just remembered he was there. You cleared your throat.

“No, I know, sorry. I was just fucking with you,” you confirmed, turning back to Jamie, then wincing, “Playing with you, I mean. I swear I’m a very professional person and I don’t swear that much. At work.”

Jamie only realised a few moments into the silence that you were waiting for him to speak. He could feel the heat in his cheeks he had been desperate to keep at bay.

“I swear all the time,” he said, already kicking himself for how stupid that sounded, “Work or no work. Swear as much as you fuckin’ like.”

He can see at least a bit of your embarrassment leaking away, so maybe it hadn’t been such a stupid thing to say after all.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say, head tilted in a way Jamie can only describe as fuckin’ adorable. All too quickly, you seem to snap back into work mode, “Anyway, Brian’s right. The truth would be preferable, but if the truth is Taylor Swift, good for you! Any chance you’d be willing to walk backwards a bit, then pretend to do this again for the camera?”

You had the decency to look embarrassed, again, to be asking, but he was quite sure he’d do whatever you wanted him to with those wide, pleading eyes of yours. Just the little kindness you’d provided had washed away a lot of the deep-seated fear he’d been feeling just moments prior. He’d do what he could to repay the favour.

“Yeah, ‘course, whatever you need. Just walk up, pretend I hear your question with me headphones on and then…answer?”

“You’re a natural, Jamie Tartt,” you offer up, signalling who he assumed was Brian to raise his camera back up and get ready. He can’t help himself, just like with his driver, although this time he hopes he won’t get blanked.

“Just Jamie, eh? Less syllables, an’ that.”

You nod and almost look impressed, but he can’t imagine why.

“I’m almost sure Just Jamie is the same number of syllables as Jamie Tartt actually,” you argue, and he almost thinks you’re serious until you break out in that big, bright grin again and he feels like he’s 16, “Sorry. Fucking with you again. You can call me Just Y/N if you like.”

Y/N. Suits you, he thinks. Almost as much as that shade of blue does, all rich and Richmond-esque. He’s sure he’s got a team shirt somewhere that matches that exact colour.

“It’s nice meeting ya, Just Y/N,” he says, then realises how much he’s smiling and needs to do something about it, “And you, Brian. It’s great to be ‘ere, actually, just in general like.”

You nod, kind. Brian does a signal Jamie doesn’t understand, but he walks back a few paces anyway and puts his headphones back on. This time, when you step forward to stop him, he knows what you’ve asked without hearing it and takes his headphones off with a genuine smile at you.

“Oh, this?” he says, making sure he doesn’t smirk when you giggle behind the camera at his acting, “Whole Richmond gang made a playlist for us international lot. Ted, the gaffer, he put a lot of inspirational stuff, you know? Right now it’s Adventure of a Lifetime, the one by Coldplay.”

He’s not sure if he’s meant to say all that or just say the name of the song, and he’s ready to ask if he should start over before Brian signals that he’s cut the camera and you’re gaping at him.

“Okay, I know I put it in your head that you could lie, but you’re actually telling the truth, right?”

Brian scoffs. The prick within Jamie wishes Brian didn’t exist.

“That was worse than just saying Taylor Swift to impress girls,” he mutters, and you make a face that only Jamie sees. You don’t like Brian either and he already likes having something in common with you.

“I know you think that music went downhill after the 1960s, Brian, but no need to take it out on literally everyone who comes through here today. We’re meant to be a fun greeting crew! Why don’t you go get a snickers or something?”

Brian looked disgruntled throughout your speech until you suggested a snickers - clearly the way to the man’s heart. He was turning and speed-walking to the what Jamie assumed was the nearest vending machine in no time.

Now you were pretty and assertive. A deadly combination in Jamie’s eyes, particularly when paired with the fact that he was now pretty sure you were Brian’s boss. You were staring after Brian reproachfully, with a bit of that embarrassment back that Jamie was desperate to rid you of.

“Uh, it was true, by the way,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, “I can go again if you don’t want me to say that much, or-“

“No! No no, that was-“ you shake your head in a disbelief he doesn’t understand, “Brian’s been like this forever. Please don’t take it personally. I’ve been trying not to all morning.”

“It’s okay, really,” he tries to reassure you, “He works for you?”

He can see the smirk that you try to hide. It’s endearing.

“No, not technically. I like that you think so, though,” you smile, a real one again, just as he’d hoped, “I don’t normally work with Brian, he’s usually a match cameraman, not so much PR. I was just a woman down today.”

Jamie leans in, all conspiratorial, because he simply cannot help it.

“You pulled the small straw, huh?”

You giggle a little and he can feel himself puffing up with pride.

“Short straw, you mean?” you laugh, and some of that pride deflates in his chest. He could have sworn it was small, “Either way, yes. Very much so. I’ll be glad when Tiff’s back at it.”

“So when ya said that you were part of the PR team…you actually meant that y’ run it, right?”

“Guilty. What gave me away?”

“Just an air about ya,” Jamie says, because he doesn’t have a fucking clue what to say. You seem to like his answer, ducking your head a little in a way that’s driving Jamie to distraction, so he decides he’s definitely getting in over his head here. He’d already decided he was not going to flirt. It was a terrible idea, “Anyway, I’ve taken up enough of y’ time. Are y’ sure me bit was okay?”

You look startled at the mention of how much time he’s taken up, like you haven’t even thought about it. Soon enough, that ducked head is gone, replaced by the shoulders back, head up attitude that you’d greeted him with, the one that had told him you were in charge. Professional. He couldn’t decide which version he liked more.

“It was perfect, they’ll love it. Such a great story, even better that it’s true,” you confirm, then you add, like you’ve been holding it in, “Richmond ‘til we die, right?”

He actually feels his heart skip, just for a moment: a moment that tells him he’s absolutely fucked. You look like you’ve just told him the biggest secret of the century and he can’t help but believe you. 

“You-“ he’s too breathy, has to cough to correct himself, “You’re a Richmond fan? Or do ya have to say that to all of us?”

“I’m not supposed to say that to any of you,” you grin, “We’re supposed to keep club level allegiances to ourselves. We’re all one England team and all that. But, you know, star striker tells you the most adorable story about your hometown club, it’s pretty hard not to tell them. Think you can keep it to yourself?”

He’d definitely do whatever you asked of him right now. He wants to go and call Keeley right away, but he already knows what she’ll say. Bad idea: wrong place, wrong time, wrong woman. She’d be right. He shakes aside all thoughts of any harmless flirting with the exceedingly kind, exceedingly pretty Richmond fan. 

“Me lips are sealed,” he says, and he mimes it. He even throws the invisible key in your direction and watches you pretend to struggle to catch it, then mime swallowing it yourself. You finish with a rather convincing gulp then nod at him, like you've just entered a blood pact. He nods back, matching the serious energy.

“Enjoy England camp, Just Jamie,” you say, still with an air of fake seriousness the two of you are keeping up. He wants to shake your hand, continue to play pretend, but there’s the sound of a suitcase behind him and he knows you have work to do. He hopes you don’t like anyone's music choice more than his.

“See ya around, Just Y/N.”

You both nod again and it’s getting a bit stupid now but the two of you seem to want to keep it up. He tries ever so hard not to look back at you once he’s inside, and he almost manages it until he hears you talking to the next arrival. He turns to see you in full professional flow…

With two of his old City teammates.

It’s a bucket of cold water over his head. One pretty girl to greet him and he’s managed to use it as a distraction, a way of forgetting all his doubts, worries, fears. Seeing the two City guys brings them back full force, so he glances back at you once more, then turns to delve further into the training complex, hoping to find another face as friendly as yours.

There’s a voice in his head telling him that would be impossible, but he doesn’t want to listen to it right now.

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if you got this far, i fucking love you <3 oneshot/drabble requests remain open for sexy little jamie tartt and his grumpy bestie roy!!

[cartoon-brainrot]

So for the child of evil AU

I find it absolutely hilarious on how scrooge thought of Louie as his child with just 2 things being the eye color and louie just calling goldie mom without thinking about any other possibilities like "oh maybe she took in an orphan" or something

Also do you think Boyd would also be friends with louie in this AU, considering how doofus (his new profound big brother) is friends with him.

What about webby? Does she ever gets a chance to be introduced to doofus and becomes friends or do they not know eachother during this AU

If they do meet eachother and they become a friend group I wonder what adventures they would have?

Also have you ever thought of how the villains needing to help one another to take care of Louie, like let's say louie is being left with Mark beaks AND Don Karnage

SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY, SCHOOL’S BEEN CRAZY BUSY! I promise I’m working on all your asks <33

But yes, Scrooge definitely went on with a little more than “he called her mom” especially because he knows he isn’t the only one Goldie seduced in her life!

Talking about BOYD, Doofus and Webby, they’d definitely be a friend group! A chaotic one at that-

Doofus will be jealous of BOYD because they’re both attached to Louie, yes, but Doofus is more chaotic than BOYD, and we all know how Louie is about chaos!

They’d definitely get along, though! BOYD and Louie still meet at Doofus’s party, but this time Mark Beaks stops Doofus from setting BOYD on Louie, and fixes his code! Which, goes down the drain the moment BOYD learns how to write his own code!

Webby and Doofus are certainly interesting, because they’d surely be enemies at first, both competing for Louie’s N. 1 Friend spot, especially since they’re both new to friendship- and BOYD doesn’t really get that concept yet.

And regarding the villains…

Goldie definitely trusts Ma Beagle and Mark Beaks more, mostly because Ma Beagle is an actual mother, and knows the basics of caretaking- and Mark Beaks is easily manipulated, so Louie can make him do whatever he wants!

But if she really has to pair the babysitters up, she has the pairs picked out!

Ma Beagle - Glomgold

Magica - Mark Beaks or Don Karnage - Mark Beaks!

Don Karnage rarely gets to hang out with Louie, because Goldie knows he’s a part of FOWL and Magica because she was horrible to Lena so she does NOT trust them at all, which is why she leaves both with Mark Beaks because, weirdly enough, he’s the one she trusts more!

Finally!

This took me so long, it’s probably the longest ask I’ve received!

(Don’t mind the fact that I can’t seem to decide which style to use, I am STILL figuring it out)

(Song BOYD and Louie are singing is “All You Need” from Sofia the first)

(Also click for higher resolution <3)

(Also so sorry for the late responses, I promise I’m reading all asks and working on each one of them, school is just keeping me VERY busy)

[collectivecloseness]

okay but imagine one of the yandere fruity four (let’s say Nancy, because she’s been a bit of an example used before poor girl) just snaps and kidnaps you, without thinking about it or consulting the rest of the group. And obviously now all of them have to deal with the repercussions of her actions

Anon I am kissing you on the mouth late for valentines thank you

Things like this are so interesting though! Because if you saw Nancy kidnapping you, and she takes you to the others, home, fuck yes they are so pissed at Nancy, but now they can’t let you go. Because you saw Nancy, one of them, and they can’t put her, or any of their family (you, too, are part of their family) in danger.

So okay, you are joining the family this way. They prepared for this scenario anyway.

Of course they thought they’d have more time, because just... up and taking you would have been a last shot, if after they courted you you still said no- you weren’t sure, or you couldn’t because of some horrible reason restricting your choice :(. They would have helped you through that last alternative anyway, because they love you <3

Not all of them even thought down the taking you path... Well okay actually, all of them did, some of them would have just been a lot quieter about it than others. And some definitely would have only had it as their last, last, very last option if they were that desperate and there was nothing else they could do for you... But you’re here now. They love you. They’ll make it work, as best as they can for you. You deserve that, after everything you’ve been put through now, at the very least.

You deserve everything.

So now not only were you betrayed by one friend, but when you see your other friends, you realise you’ve been betrayed by all of them. All four of your best friends, all of them were lying to you, all of them had this crazy thing about you behind your back together, all of them were going to hurt you by keeping you here, and protect each other instead...

Like I said, the other three are pissed when Nancy tells them what she’s done. Eddie tried to run straight upstairs for you, to the spare room Nancy put you in, that they were all planning to be your room eventually anyways. But she grabs him so hard he nearly breaks his leg, gripping onto the bannister and being yanked down those first couple of steps.

Even Robin’s trying to push past, standing up to Nancy for one of the first proper times, at least physically, as she uses her height to stand practically chest to chest with Nancy, and demand she let her and Eddie go to you right now, and to not mess anything up anymore. Robin’s face serious, and dark, and pissed, as she looms in front of Nancy, a way she’s never been before, not to one of the others.

But Nancy begs everyone to listen first. She’s in tears shortly into her argument, her defence more of an apology than anything, and speeching a stance of what they can all do next, to keep this all together. She knows she fucked up. And Nancy usually doesn’t cry when trying to debate something. But Nancy knows what a whole mess this thing is, and it is entirely her fault; no one else to blame but her this time. She doesn’t want to lose the others either. And she can’t lose you, hopefully if the others stay with her, they’ll help you come back around to her too...

But when the other three first burst into your room, they are in shock.

Yeah they knew you were up here. God, they were practically scratching layers beneath their skin and bouncing the floorboards into dust, knowing you were tied up and frightened and all alone up there, but they were taking forever to talk downstairs. A family meeting without you... the last time that’ll happen, they swear okay? ...Apart from the ones where you don’t need to know something that will just upset you.

Immediately they’re running forwards and untying you. Nancy practically had your whole body bound in rope, she was really panicking after hitting you over the head and deciding to just take you.

Shock still on their faces as Eddie undoes your ear muffs and scarf blindfold from Nancy’s winter wear, wanting you to find your senses, caring about you more than anything else right now. He needs you to not be even more frightened, panicked, to know it’s him and you’re safe now and this will never happen to you again - it shouldn’t have. His hands brushing your cheeks as he removes them. His face tender and soothing and heightened with adrenaline, taking this so so seriously as he frees you, let’s you get your senses back. Keeps his hands stroking your cheeks as you see him, because you know Eddie will keep you safe.

Steve apologising profusely and promising you’re alright over and over, as he immediately moves to assessing the rope situation. Deciding to just cut them all with a pocket knife in his jeans, instead of having you in them for five more seconds. Taking it out and being thankful he has all his family here, because as you notice it’s them, your friends, coming to save you, once Eddie’s freed your eyes, you settle down enough so Steve won’t nick you, as he quickly gets to work. Fuck all this rope, Nancy shouldn’t need any more anyway, she shouldn’t be doing anything by herself anymore if she’s hurting you, and all of you, like this!

Robin breaking Eddie’s handcuffs Nancy stole that are tying you to the your bedpost, while you lay on the floor all wrapped up. She doesn’t even really know how she does it in the end. She just acts quick and makes sure not to hurt your wrist. Permanently breaking something belonging to Eddie’s personality that Nancy had twisted and used to victimise you... Robin could really mess with her right now. But at least once it’s done, it’s easier for Steve, dealing with all that rope. Used just for you, someone who wouldn’t hurt anyone. And you’ve been laying on the carpeted floor with your whole body tied up and senses stolen, with nothing even coating your injured head...

All their eyes wet and terrified and loving and soothing and deep in yours. Eddie holding your face as his dark puppy eyes stay closest to yours, walking you through some calming talk as he holds you. Steve promising he’s getting you out right now and shushing you as he says you’re okay, every time he feels it’s safe enough to look up from his knife, task oriented. Robin joining Steve the second she’s broken the cuffs, her blue eyes less teary and so determined, because she is deep in protective mode right now, letting you know when it’ll be over soon.

As soon as you see the others, especially with their shock, their runs to free you, their soothing and apologetic and horrified words, all you can think is thank god. You’re trying to tell them Nancy has suffered some kind of episode, even though you’re sure they already know that. Nancy wasn’t in this room, and they all knew where you were, they were still just shocked to see you like this.

As soon as they’ve got you free, you leap forward, and because of positioning alone, Steve is the first one you hug. He practically lifts you upright, back onto your feet, the moment he hugs you back, even if it does take him a second before he does so.

Steve sniffles as he hugs you, his toned arms shaking but not from the effort of those ropes. His cheek pressed to yours, as he blinks tears down his face, being brushed away by your hair as he lets you sink into his protective hold. Thanking him, hugging one of your best friends, because he saved you, like you knew he would.

Steve hugs you back, because he’s your hero briefly, and he’s aware this will be the last time you’ll hug him for a while. Any of them. Last time you’ll hug them like this, like the you who you still are, for a while. Steve doesn’t want you to change, Nancy shouldn’t have-

He knows this new arrangement will take some getting used to. For all of them. Especially because you probably are going to change as a person, as someone they all know, they love for who you are. But it’s okay, of course they’ll love you anyway, no matter what.

You tell them again about Nancy suffering some sort of break, clearly something is very wrong with her mental health you say, and they all say they know, which you assume they did as they knew where to find you. They’re all relishing in these last few seconds with you, mourning the normal future they know they could have had with you, by keeping their hands on you while they can right now

Steve rubbing your shoulders with his thumbs, his hands grounding you there with comfort and strength, after you pulled back from the hug. Eddie cupping your cheek and neck, still so close by, his other ringed hand cradling through your hair, and biting his lip as he tries not to think about next time he’ll be able to do this again. Robin rubbing your back up and down, her hand resting on your hip like it usually is with you, knowing she’s lost that normalcy, one type of relationship with you now.

And then you realise that all four of your friends are kidnapping you now. They’re all insane. What the fuck have they been thinking about you this entire time? Why are they doing this now? They’ve untied you from your restraints, Steve is nearly on his knees whilst keeping his hands on your shoulders, as he begs you to believe you’ll never be restrained again, but explains they’re still locking you in this room for now.

Stealing you in Steve’s slightly soundproofed house, with no neighbours in viewable distance through the trees of Hawkins around.

At least the house you were to be kept prisoner in was very lovingly built by the architect... The way out of Steve’s house was a straight line, a path easy for anyone facing that way to spot. Easy for them to see anyone leaving on. If no one came to the front door, and knowing - or rather not knowing what these four were capable of - you’re sure they’d be able to keep people away, then there’s no way you’d be spotted. And while Steve hadn’t soundproofed the house or anything dramatic like that, it did keep sound well. It kept everything in well. Which was unfortunate for you.

Begging one of them to be on your side. Doing so as soon they forlornly tell you what’s going to happen now, for the first couple of days. Like for Robin or Eddie to help you. You’re very quickly trying to refigure out your friends. But they don’t. They don’t let you free. They don’t get you the phone. They want you to know they are on your side, they tell you they don’t want you to feel like you’re all on your own, but you say that you are, because they won’t help you.

They sadly trot away, closing your door behind you, to respect you and your boundaries. Sulking away upset, even if they do understand. But if making them upset that they’re making you feel this way helps you get out, then good! But also they should feel upset! They should feel guilty!

You’ll tell them how abandoned and alone you feel, that neither of them are supporting you, you can’t trust them to be by your side, and they can’t promise you it’s untrue, because you have all this evidence to throw in their face, or to tearily testify with. They say they’ll do anything else for you, anything in the world. Even though every single thing you ask for the first day they say no to.

Nancy begging you not to blame/be mean to the others. But what else can you respond with other than actually you will keep doing so, as they are just as complicit as her because they are keeping you here.

“Do you know the law Nancy? They will also be thrown away for kidnapping. You definitely shouldn’t go for that position as a crime reporter, if you don’t know the law.”

The ‘will’ hurts Nancy. As if you really do want them all sent away to prison. Like you’d try to do that to them if they gave you that bit of freedom right now. Like you’re planning on it happening.

You don’t want Nancy to get that stupid promotion. You don’t exactly care how she feels about herself, unless it’s guilty enough to set you free... or upset enough to hurt- Unless it affects your chances of getting out of here unharmed, you couldn’t give one about her feelings.

“Also fuck you.” Is the other thing you say to Nancy. Right before she leaves you to yourself again.

They try to give you privacy, but also keep you at a level of interaction with them like before. Just like before Nancy hurt you - they are really apologetic for that, and really are glad you let them take care of your poor minor head injury. A similar amount of time that you’d interact with them everyday, before you lived with them. So you weren’t going through too many changes, and so you weren’t scared each time they did breach your new bedroom. They want you to feel normal, they really really do.

Steve mentioned to you about two weeks in, when he came in to chat with you like they all do, that if Nancy gets some promotion she’s working towards, it’ll mean more funds in the household for everyone! He says it while practically bouncing on your- the bed, with a smile. Although he quickly gets that expression on his face, the one you used to think was dorky and endearing, where he realised he may have messed up while speaking, and he quickly rectifies that of course that’s not to say anything negative about you now also pulling from the household pot, and that they’re very happy to have you, they’ve always been planning for that; especially since they know you really wanted that break because you were so burned out, so they were gonna give it to you with all their financial support. All their support in the world. Also, the amount they used to buy you gifts, or nights out, or pay for gas to see you, you were always a part of the pot anyway.

You tell Steve to go away, before he can smile for a second time today. It is very rare any of them smile, in this first week or two they have you. Sometimes they forget things aren’t like they used to be. Or they try to treat things like normal, to help you transition. But you definitely weren’t smiling, and they knew, no matter how much the fact made them want to claw their own hearts out, they knew they were the reason why. So they didn’t really feel any reason for them to smile. Not so far anyway.

[youareatragedy]

There's a Feyre stan who's on Acotar Reddit, saying how as the "eldest daughter" Nesta triggers her, because she was mean to baby Feyre and let her hunt womp womp

First off, why do these dumbasses act like Nesta is decades older than Feyre?They BOTH were children when Feyre decided to go hunting and pinning that blame on Nesta is soooo misogynistic.And what do these "triggered" bitches have to say when Feyre makes equally mean comments against Nesta or bitches about her to her new family bribes her into coming to their party while treating her like a nuisance nobody?Or when she abused her position as HL to control her every move and get her to heel by breaking her down in every way in SF, disrespecting her boundaries every now and then...like the list goes on

Or are they admitting, they are actually like her?

Ugh, that post made me want to scream so loud.So much lack of critical thinking abilities showcased in a single post.

I am posting the link to it right here so you can check if you want:

https://www.reddit.com/r/acotar/s/O1NYES1IvC

Nesta antis are fucking stupid and just as awful as their stupid ass fave

Ugh… I seriously can’t with the reasoning of the "letting Feyre hunt" crowd. They’re not defending a child/minor, they just want another child/minor to be in danger instead. Because you’re absolutely correct. Nesta is probably only around 3 years older than Feyre (?). If Feyre starts at 14, what exactly do they expect from Nesta? Should she hunt instead? Are they seriously okay with a 17 year old hunting out there?

I would never say Feyre should hunt back then. No child should be hunting alone, period. Even for adults, I wouldn’t tell them to hunt unless they wanted to and were properly equipped because hunting is dangerous. But what exactly could Nesta have done at that point? She was hungry and desperate too. Feyre CHOSE to hunt out of all the possible jobs, that’s what she decided on. Feyre couldn’t cook, and their father and Elain weren’t able to contribute meaningfully. Nesta was already parentified. If Feyre was the “provider” who do they think was the “homemaker” 🙄?? Unless they want to say homemaker is not important.

They’re purposely being dense to justify their love for Feyre and let’s be honest, Rhys. Nesta was a child too. And they claim Nesta was abusing Feyre? Well guess what? Her antis would love to abuse child Nesta as well. They’re too scared to admit that Feyre was her own person because then they’d have to acknowledge that a lot of Feyre’s dumb and evil decisions were her own decisions. And god forbid they criticize Feyre (Rhys wouldnt like that and they cant disappoint Rhys of course).

It’s so ridiculous. I’m disgusted by the arguments like “Nesta let Feyre hunt” or “she abused Feyre.” You never hear that about Elain because she’s seen as “too delicate” and completely infantilized by them. Criticizing Elain would mean going against Rhys’s approval too. It’s all rooted in misogyny. They just can’t stand someone like Nesta (harsh, stubborn, and “unpleasant”) still being the one to SAVE their favorite characters, even when those characters treated her horribly. That her so called “mean personality” doesn’t make her a villain, no matter how desperately they want it to.

Sisters bickering and being mean to each other is abuse? By that logic, almost every family with sisters would be in and out of court every single day. These antis will never ever EVER want to acknowledge Nesta’s character development until Rhysand explicitly approves it on page.

[gloriousburden]

Sometimes I get Lokius related shit on my dash and the posts are so stupid that I wish I could call them out and immaturely berate them, because how the fuck do you really think that Mobius had any love for Loki???? How are you that stupid? Did you watch the series with your eyes closed?

Like it just pisses me the fuck off so bad. I really do not want to see you comparing them to every single Taylor Swift lyric in existence when you understood NEITHER character. Fuck the whole thing about them not understanding Loki, they didn’t even understand Mobius. The guy’s an asshole, but no one talks about it because he’s played by Owen Wilson and is a male character to be shipped with Loki.

I don’t like being rude to people on here but Lokius shippers are dumb as fuck. And the fucking comparisons they do to basically every trendy M/M ship that exists right now??? “Time husbands” please shut the fuck up.

If people are going to ship them, I’d at least respect them a bit if they actually acknowledged how stupid it is and how wrong they are for each other rather than the rose colored version of it they’ve created, as well as demanding that it becomes canon. If they actually acknowledged how horrible Mobius was to Loki, rather than acting like he was always very kind to him and understanding. Once again, if Mobius were a female character… they’d be calling her morally grey and evil and you’d hear “UM. I support women’s RIGHTS and WRONGS!!”

Because at least I’ve seen SOME Sylki shippers acknowledge the dislike Sylvie has for Loki. They acknowledge that it’s an odd/‘toxic’ pairing, and that Loki’s character was neglected and put down to lift hers up. Something I will never see a Lokius shipper do.

Also please listen to more music. Not everything can be Taylor Swift.. really tired of this genre of person that’s been existing for the past… 3(?) years. Lokius shipper who loves Taylor Swift and is usually a fan of every trendy series for approximately 2 months before immediately dropping it for the next series or some indie game that probably has a good plot with good morally questionable characters but the fandom misunderstood it all so badly and instead of any kind of discussion about canon you get “He looks like a cinnamon roll, but will totally stab you!”

[pisspope]

rei and zeke bday hcs cause like,,, why not (but also bc its what the ppl voted for)

tw: implied sex, references to canon typical violence

zeke

- its not that his parents didn’t celebrate his birthday at all its just,,, it was usually a small affair with influential PTA members and their kids. in other words, no one zeke got along with. very much a “seen not heard” while the grown ups sip mimosas type deal

- and of course zeke does everything in service of disappointing his parents so!!! its party time

- honestly u could try to throw a surprise party but good fucking luck this man is snoopy as all hell. every time ur out just a little too long with pieck or porco (they’re bickering over how early to buy balloons) he’s got u on the horn like “i know ur planning something”. would never accuse u of cheating bc he fully believes his own hype and knows u wouldnt DARE cheat on Adonis Himself (Narcissus more like but w/e)

- so yeah he’s probably at least a little involved in the planning of it all, wants to backseat drive because hes “not a loser who plans his own birthday party”. sending u screenshots from his notes app with his favorite colors, songs, what cake he wants, etc. lowkey insufferable

- day comes and you’ve rented out the kid’s bday party section of a bowling alley/arcade and filled it with every friend you can think of that isn’t vaguely shitty or hasn’t been burned by zeke in some way. so like… maybe 10 people, gabi and the kids included so they have a believable cover story if the staff asks who the party’s for. not that they’d care but zeke loves to play like he’s so sNeAkY and sHiFty by telling everyone it’s a party for udo or something.

- that man can BOWL and he’s an ass about it. the sorest winner in the world. in every universe he will knock down 10 or more little dudes with a rock and cheer and whoop and holler like an idiot. jeering at porco when he gets a gutter ball and you see reiner pull him aside like “just let him have it today. its his big day.” as if it is not ALSO reiner’s big day

- played with the idea of him getting a devil’s food cake and reiner getting an angel’s food cake for the lolz but he’s not sharing a party on his life so. coffee cake 100%, both because he likes it and because the kids don’t, which means more to take home. schemer that he is

- does ask for gifts but is pretty insistent about it being under 20 dollars (so he can see who overspent and ACTUALLY loves him. male manipulator). falco gets him an officially licensed sock monkey and he cries (pussy). whispering to u after that if his parents ever die horribly he’ll adopt him

- heading to the connected arcade after and, second verse same as the first, he kills at skee ball. breaks the record on each machine one after the other just to show off, gets all smirky holding the wad of tickets, talking about how he “does it all for uuuuu” and gives u the wettest sloppiest kiss on the cheek just to embarrass u

- does actually give u all his winnings tho. the high score, the posterity, the want to be remembered,,, the ego boost is enough, u can have the 2100 ticket pikachu plush <3 (u will never hear the end of this. i pity u)

- def gets home with his leftover dessert in hand and gifts in bags on his wrist, smile more genuine than usual. opening the door and letting u in, gifts and food quickly forgotten in lieu of giving you a proper thank you for helping put all this together

- 100% squeezing ur ass and asking if there’s any leftover cake for him, knowing it’ll make u roll your eyes but that you’ll relent bc the cheese is part of the charm (and boy when he gets that treat he asked for? he EATS)

reiner

- something something something same birthday complete opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of how they celebrate it

- wants his bday to be a nice quiet affair with the people he loves most, his little found family and maybe karina if hes feeling generous that year

- if u plan a party in any capacity hes gotta be part of the action! wants to hang streamers, balloons, any little things you decide on to spruce up your place for the event (please don’t call it an event he can’t handle the pressure)

- also u can’t have a cookout bday bc he will insist on working the grill the whole time. shark coded, will drown if he isn’t doing something 

- the party itself is extremely laidback, feels more like a big hangout. ordering 3 of his favorite type of pizza, bringing out beanbags and comfy chairs from other parts of the house so everyone can sit in the living room together. gabi and falco take the tv hostage to play video games and colt and bertholdt somehow get roped into it. it’s raucous, but comfortable.

- u and gabi collab on a homemade cake, but reiner is the baker in the family and gabi just likes the excuse to make a mess. end up making some easy cookies and buying a walmart sheet cake, and its a good thing, too, because just the sight of his name is enough to make him tear up. “you didn’t have to do all this” what, make a phone call to get ur name on a cake? the bar is on the floor unfortunately

- no presents because he can’t handle the pressure, but there’s a couple cards and his lip trembles over each one. zeke gets him a card that’s obviously for kids with stickers inside but he tears up at that one too because “it even comes with a little gift… so thoughtful…”

- rest of the party is spent doing more of the same, a couple beers are thrown back, maybe tosses a football around or something. very classic suburban white picket fence dream party. it brings reiner a quiet joy, one that he keeps close to his chest, a memory that he’ll look back on over and over.

- the guests start to filter out one by one until its just u and him, picking up paper plates, putting away leftovers. its all very domestic, it might actually be reiner’s favorite part. to just be with u in companionable silence, scooting around and putting the house in order. domesticity is something sacred that he never thought he’d have, and its a joy to share it with u.

- he INSISTS on sitting on the couch with u after, gives u those big eyes that he only gets when he wants u to pet his hair, falls asleep to one of his favorite comfort films with your hands on his head, totally content

- wakes up in the wee hours and carries u to bed like the big bear of a man that he is, not expecting anything of you, just wanting u to be comfortable. tucks u in and gives u a kiss like it’s your birthday or something

- and it’s not a gift bc reiner specifically requested no gifts, but if he wakes up to u wearing something special the next morning, something that leaves nothing to the imagination, i mean… maybe the party doesn’t have to be over quite yet